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businesscasualart · 7 months ago

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honestly i'd be curious to hear 1, 11 and 46 if you like any holiday films, i'm always curious. i have like 3 christmas movies i've been apeshit over since childhood and apparently this isn't common

[AAA I NEVER ACTUALLY SENT THE RESPONSE MY BAD. Try not to monologue forever challenge, FAILED‼️IMPOSSIBLE‼️]

The questions are from here <3 thank you sm this was so fun!

1. Who is/are your comfort character(s)?

I actually don’t really classify my favorite characters. I just get really attached to a lil guy and add him to The Collection and don’t question it. I got a guy for nearly every mood. I collect them in a china cabinet in my mind palace or something. I don’t even know if I know exactly what a comfort character is supposed to be. But I think I can convert any of my blorbos into a source of comfort in case of an emergency.

I DO recall the like…first and only character I openly called a comfort character with minimal second thought was Dr. Henry Jekyll from the classic gothic lit novel, The Strange Case Of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Then my friends were like “elaborate on that” and I was like “no <3”.

I still don’t know if I can actually elaborate on that. The curse of the Tortured-By-His-Own-Hubris-And-Sin Victorian Man™️ weighs heavily on me as well as he. That’s the best I got. C’est la vie. He’s just like me fr if you squint and tilt your head and actually go blind.

Besides Jekyll, the beloved. Uhhhh. Who else could be a comfort character? OH haha, okay, so…

How do I condense this down without giving a whole drawn out story…I don’t have much in the way of physical insecurities. I’m usually pretty confident. But, and y’all may have noticed this by now, I’ve always fancied myself…a big, strong, masc woman. Y’know? I say butch-y a lot, idk if I can say “I’m butch” if I’m straight.

However, despite all that, I am not…the optimal or ideal …or stereotypical? big, strong, masc woman. I am small. Small and scrawny. Greasy, wiry bastard. I’m athletic! I run for hours everyday! I work out! I tend to my family’s farm by hand! But uh…still, short, unnoticeable muscle. Nobody looks at something kinda heavy and thinks I can carry it. People laugh when I even suggest the concept of me fighting someone.

My height and difficult-to-notice muscle can upset me greatly. Like how can I be a big strong lady in this economy? Every character or person I look at that I want to be like…is about at least twice my size, or twice my mass. Like??? I’LL NEVER HAVE THE SAME VIBES, I’ll never achieve that! It’ll never be the same!

I guess it’s a pretty common thing to feel but it’s not something I’ve really felt before or about anything else.

Ik you’re into BG3. I haven’t played it, I don’t intend to. I think if I get it, it’s not a matter of if but when it’ll break my computer or my me.

But…I know Some stuff…I know a little bit about Lae’zel. Like uh…frog lady, warrior or knight, rude, devoted? …uh…something about licking sweat?…xenophobia? idk that’s not my point-

My point is, like…she gets big buff lady privileges, she’s treated the same as I see most big strong ladies I wish I could look like get treated. I thought she was a particularly big strong lady for awhile! But I looked it up and like…She doesn’t have that much visible muscle at all! It’s like, mostly armor. And she’s the shortest of the party too???? But she’s regarded like she’s huge and intimidating and like…ahhhh WHATEVER WHATEVER!!! It’s kinda stupid, it feels like it’s weird to dwell on this sappy stuff towards a character idek and I got two other questions I’m late to answer. I said I wasn’t gonna give a whole lengthy story. Just like. Thinking about her existence as a character and her character’s reception just…makes me feel better about myself. So she’d probably be a big contender for the status of “Comfort Character”.

11. Favorite extracurricular activity?

OUGH extracurricular??? I am…or, ig, was homeschooled in a state with some great loose restrictions. So when it came to school, we liked to play some of it fast and loose. Our neighbor obtains a dead boar and gives it to us? We gotta turn it into dinner? Gather around children, it’s time for some… biology dissections. That type of deal.

I did have some actual “extracurricular activities”, or ig since I was homeschooled they’d be called “hobbies”. Um…I was on a chess club, I wasn’t good; I did ballet, not well; I did tap, briefly; I did piano, with the least amount of passion;……I was not a great student. But I like to talk about them! I keep forgetting I did all of that. They were fun, my skill and gripes aside.

I do still run for fun. I started when I was like twelve, and discovered nightcore, and got filled with energy, and realized I cannot dance. I can sprint tho! So I’ve been running, for hours everyday, to music, ever since. Even though I do art, I’d consider it very separate from my education. So “track” or “cross-country” probably has to be it.

I did also begin learning to code recently with some…questionable free code camp website. That’s pretty fun!

46. Favorite holiday film?

OOO hm. Okay. I always have it in my head that I don’t like holiday films but that might not be entirely true. I just watch them outside of the holiday, have some unconventional choices, or just dislike the ones my family always chooses.

Idk if the exact definition of a ‘holiday film’ is a film based around a holiday or one viewed every time a certain holiday rolls around, but my favorite that might qualify for both is Jaws. We watched it every 4th of July for good while and it was probably the first horror type movie I’ve seen, I felt like a rebel for it but it was always my parents’ idea. 😂 I’ve loved horror ever since so maybe that started me down this path!…unless it’s not actually horror.

I’d love to hear about those Christmas movies you love! I have not settled on a favorite Christmas movie! I suppose I’m difficult to please.

I keep mixing up Christmas With The Kranks and National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, but I think I really enjoyed one or both of those. I ALSO LOVE A CHRISTMAS CAROLS omg, every A Christmas Carol movie, my absolute beloved. The Muppets one will always be The A Christmas Carol to me tho.

There was also It’s A Wonderful Life, I have had the WEIRDEST experience with it. I get why people don’t like it, but I’ve always firmly believed that the best way to experience a movie…is talking over it with friends and family PUT THE PITCHFORKS ASIDE FOR A MINUTE. We aren’t having full conversations the whole time but, for me, the movie watching experience just isn’t right without hearing occasional comments and thoughts and opinions and memories and predictions from company throughout the experience. No matter what movie or show it is. I think it’s a big part of why I can’t watch anything alone without going at an ABYSMALLY sluggish pace. I was raised on Reaction Videos before Reaction Videos were a thing XD

I watched It’s A Wonderful Life for the first time at home with my family last year, and a rarity happened: we all HATED it. Maybe one of us will not enjoy a movie but this one we were all groaning and checking the minutes left. It just felt like Nothing was happening and it was dragging on and on. The second time I watched it was actually later in the month, in a movie theater, with some brief acquaintances from a Women’s Group of sorts, in an attempt to make friends and the like. My mother came with but she was sitting a row behind me, a few chairs away. And I was sitting next to The Hostess and an old lady attending who couldn’t hear very well. I absolutely could Not talk, I am fully aware of theater etiquette and how much other people dislike it. So I didn’t talked. And actually? I actually liked it the second time around????? I asked my mother after and she liked it better too??????? Idk what it was, maybe it was bc we were talking over it at first for the magic of the movie theater experience but I just really liked it better. And that’s probably the closest to Christmas magic I’ve seen….okay, okay, second closest but we don’t need to get into it right here.

also, idk WHAT is going on with The Polar Express…but I think I’m messing with it. I’d need to rewatch it but I think I was a fan of…whatever was happening there <3

And ofc you can’t forget Die Har—[the Time based SAW trap I was trapped in the whole time goes off and kills me immediately for Not. shutting up.]

#IM SO SORRY ABOUT TAKING SO LONGGGGGGG. AND GOING ON SO LONG. Im checking my inbox I swear I love y’all’s asks #Also Sorry for typos I proofread this at work. While babysitting our account’s son. While…while working. It was an ordeal.#He’s cool tho. The toddler kept me safe from zombies while I scrubbed urinals.#bg3 #lae'zel #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #henry jekyll #Christmas with the kranks #National lampoon’s Christmas vacation #The polar express #a Christmas carol #a muppet christmas carol #jaws #Asks #questions #Lorelei’s yelling into the void again

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mondaychildsworld · 2 years ago

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I know the end - Joel x Reader

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Rating: M

Word Count: 5.3K

Chapter summary: In search of a vehicle you stumble upon some infected and learn some new things about each other. Reader patches Joel up and ✨✨✨!!

Warnings: Infected, (small) mention of drugs, swearing, some violence I guess, and some tiny tiny tiny amount of fluff (?!?!) (idek if thats a warning but here we go)

A/N: Sorry for taking soooo long! I've had two weeks of travel during the summer, started a full time job AND moving at the same time... Let's just say there hasn't been any time left for writing. I'm already sleep deprived lol. I've done some sporadically writing while I've had time to kill at airports and I've finally tied it all together! Enjoy!! It's definitely worth reading and you'll experience some feelings at the end, aaaah!!!

And here's my tiny taglist: @boofy1998

November 21st 2023

“Okay, so it shouldn’t be too long now!” Joel shouts as you find yourself and your companions on an old dirt road. Everything you see is still covered in white. It’s been better weather for a couple of days. The sun is shining and you’re in a better mood.

“Yeah? You think we’ll be there today?” You ask and squint your eyes, raising your hand to your head to bring your eyes some shade from the sun.

“Sure.” Joel simply says, but he doesn’t give you a look back. So kind of him.

You’ve been hiking to Cheyenne for the last couple of days. It’s been going alright, despite everything. You’ve accepted the pain and the loss. It still feels like there’s a big hole in your heart. A piece of the puzzle to your soul is missing. But you’ve accepted that there’s no other option than keep going. It scares you even more to give up. You might not have anyone left to live for, but there’s got to be some sort of reason why you’re still here. Your time is not up. You know that this is not the end for you.

Ellie puts on a mischievous smile and pulls up the book ‘No pun intended: Volume Too’. You let a small chuckle slip past your lips. Joel, who walks in front of the two of you, looks back and sees Ellie browse through the pages.

”Oh, Ellie…” Joel starts with a sigh. The 14-year old has been reading from the pun book non stop, or kept asking questions only a FEDRA teenager would ask. She’s clearly smart, but there’s a lot about the world she doesn’t know about. She keeps being fascinated by just the smallest things. For example, could she not stop asking about how cool it was that you could go to the cinema, once you’ve stated that you often used to visit the movies. ‘You could buy popcorn?! Damn, what’s that like? I’ve never had popcorn’ she could say, and then tell you about the shitty movie night they sometimes could have at the FEDRA school on special occasions. You felt sorry for her, a kid not being able to grow up as one.

“Who is the penguin’s favorite aunt?” she asks the both of you as she ignores Joel’s small protest. Her eyes darted between the two of you eagerly waiting for any of you to come up with the answer.

“Oh I don’t know Ellie.” You say and your eyes and stare at the man in front of you, now walking backwards, waiting for the second half of the pun. He raises his hands as a way of surrendering to the question, he glimpses over to you and your eyes meet. You think you could see some sort of smile behind the scruffy beard and bushy eyebrows. He actually enjoys this, you think. He really doesn’t mind the puns, if you could guess. He tries to not show it though.

“Aunt-Arctica!” Ellie says with a big smile, laughs a bit and clutches the book to her chest. “That one’s good, right?”

Joel gives Ellie a quick, almost pained smile and hums something inaudible. He then looks at you again, for just a couple of seconds. It looks like he suddenly regrets resting his eyes on you and quickly looks back to Ellie again.

“Next one Ellie?” You request another pun to keep your mind and eyes occupied on anything else than him. Because, of course, you have been looking at him, always walking in front of you. Not like there’s much else to do out here. He’s just a bit older than you, but surely still looks good. You’d guess he was very handsome when he was younger. Now he’s hiding all of that under a stern, unfriendly approach, very much directed towards you.

“Your wish is my command.” She says jokingly “So, how do you make holy water?”

You don’t know that one. Instead Joel’s face lights up, but he doesn’t say anything.

“You know it?!” Ellie giggles loudly.

“Yep, not gonna say it though.” He answers.

“Oh no, no, no.” Ellie points at him with the book. “You gotta answer, because if I reveal the answer, you’ll only lie and tell me you knew it”

“I wouldn’t do that!” Joel says, jokingly defensive.

“Yes you would!” Ellie bites back. “Just say it!”

They continue to bicker about who’s going to reveal the answer to the pun as the dirt road makes a slight turn to the right and just there, in the far distance, you see it. You gasp for a second and then nervously look around y0u. They haven’t noticed. The city unveils itself in front of you. Far away, you can spot buildings and roads belonging to the city of Cheyenne.

“Guys!” You excitedly say as you try to gain their attention. But they’re in deep arguments about the pun.

“Hey!” You try again. But with no response you reach out and lightly push Joel by his shoulder. He gives you that look again, but also looks a bit startled as to why you’re touching him.

“Look.” You quietly say, now that you’ve gained his attention. He looks down at your hand, still on his shoulder. You quickly drop it and take a step back as he turns around to see what you’re wanting his attention for.

“Well I’ll be damned.” He mutters and looks back at Ellie. “Welcome to Cheyenne.”

After some time spent on foot towards the city you’re finally standing at the outskirts of the town. There’s abandoned cars all the way down Route 85 you just walked by. The whole way over here Joel had been holding a firm grip on his rifle. The lighthearted laughs and the kind gaze was completely gone. He’s now in a whole other mood. He’s on a mission, and his focus is now 100% on the plan of action for the town in front of you.

“Hey, remember what I said?” Joel says to the group, and it seems more like a statement than a question.

“Go through, be quiet, find a car and get out of here.” Ellie answers, pleased to show Joel that she’s able to listen, before she adds, ”Please can I use my gun?”

Joel steps over a pile of metal trash that’s blocking your way into entering the town. Both you and Ellie follow. You can see that he considers Ellie’s request for a moment, and quickly settles for a positive answer, if you’d ask Ellie herself.

“Sure.” He says as he reaches out a hand for you to grab, as you make your way down from the old scrap pile. “But only when I say so.”

You just give him a glare back, and let the silence speak for itself. You don’t need help over this little obstacle. Joel sighs and offers his hand to Ellie, instead of you. Ellie, who apparently liked you, takes up on your way of refusing help and jumps down from the pile by herself. There’s an awful lot of noise when little pieces of old junk follow her on the way down, metal slamming into the concrete ground.

Joel squeezes his eyes shut and draws his hand back, now raking through his hair. Definitely annoyed.

“Ellie! What did I just say!” He hisses before he looks around for any kind of movement from the silent city.

“Sorry…” Ellie apologizes.

The silence is almost eerie. It’s like it’s too quiet. There’s no way this city is empty. If there aren't any humans that made up a safe camp in any nearby building, you wouldn’t be surprised to stumble upon one or two infected. You kind of hoped for the later, humans often meant more trouble. And you can’t always shoot your way out of trouble. Like last time.

Of course, it’s also the humans who bring the silence. Not the other way around. Many of the infected can make an awful lot of noise.

But this time you seem to be safe, as you slowly make your way into the city. The open view you had over the landscape slowly disappears as you make your way into the heart of the city, away from the interstates. You tightly cling to your gun. You’re nervous. But you would never confess it.

Your eyes roam the streets for a car that isn’t burned out, has a flat tire or just looks like complete junk.

Joel leads the group further into the center of the town. You jump over the guardrail and start to miss the wide open space you just left behind.

You glimpse over your shoulder and see Ellie walking as if you were out on a high school field trip. The nervous feeling in your belly does not give you the same easy going appearance. Maybe it’s because you’ve been out here for longer than her, or it is because you remember what cities like this might’ve looked like before.

Cheyenne is that kind of city that isn’t huge, but still pretty large. You pass a couple of motels at the outskirts of the town. They look worn down and you don’t even want to know what could be hiding inside. You know all too well that places like that look very inviting when you’re tired, hungry and on the run from the mess that this world turned out to be.

About half an hour later you’re way further into the town than you’re actually comfortable with. You’ve passed many vehicles by now, only to find most of them out of gas or with a flat tire, which doesn’t feel like a good sign.

“I’m not feeling great about this.” You say after you checked another vehicle, which turned out to have a dead battery.

“I know.” Joel mumbles. “But we need that car.”

There’s a wrinkle in between his brows. Worried.

“Let’s have a look in here, maybe?” Ellie asks and gestures towards the supermarket on the next block.

“You won’t find anything in there.” Joel says.

“Especially not a car.” You add.

You look up at the sky. The sun is going to set soon. This time of the year doesn’t bring you that much daylight.

“I’m hungry.” Ellie simply states.

Joel nods silently towards Ellie and then looks over to you.

“If you want to, you can try out the rest of the cars down the street, and I’ll see if I can find her something to eat.”

You hesitate at his words, suggesting leaving you alone on the street. He must’ve seen how the idea he just proposed made you uneasy.

“We’ll be in for just a few minutes, there’s probably not anything left anyway.” He speaks quietly, calmly.

You nod, and watch them walk toward the supermarket while you continue to try out the cars on the street.

The next couple of cars turn out to be a disappointment. Flat tire. Flat tire. Crashed. Broken windshield. Totally burnt out. Flat tire.

But then you see a car a couple of vehicles away that actually looks promising. You look around, keeping a steady hand on the trigger as you slowly walk up to the truck and open the door. You take a few steps back and aim into the truck.

Empty.

You sigh with relief. The car looks way too good to have been standing here since the outbreak. Someone must’ve left it here not too long ago.

You jump into the car seat and immediately start working on hot-wiring the car.

You hear the engine kicking to life and you let out a happy shriek in the car, you’re just about to turn around and get out of the car to go get Joel and Ellie when you hear a loud crash.

The smile on your lips suddenly fades away and is now turned into a frown. You turn your head towards the sound. At the same time you see shatters of glass on the ground, just outside the supermarket. And a body. There’s a body on the ground.

“No!” You yell and throw yourself out of the car. It can’t be Ellie. It’s too big. Your heart sinks as you realize that it could be Joel’s body laying there lifeless on the street. That means that Ellie could be left alone inside. But not totally alone. Alone with a threat, even worse.

You sprint up to the body and yell for Ellie at the same time. You draw your gun and as you are just a few steps away from the body, you realize it’s not Joel. It’s an infected. Shot in the head, blood pooling around the fungi covered body.

You hear your name being yelled and look through the broken supermarket window.

Your eyes meet Joel’s.

There’s panic and fear at the same time as they’re determined.

“Get the car!” He yells at you, and as you turn around and run towards the truck there’s gunshots.

So much happens at the same time. Your pulse has skyrocketed in just a few seconds. You jump into the car and quickly reverse it back towards the supermarket. You need to get to safety. All of you.

As you reverse back you keep looking into the rearview window. When you’re about halfway you see two people running out from the supermarket. Joel and Ellie… tightly followed by a bunch of infected. You don’t have time to count them, but it seems to be around half a dozen of them.

Just as you slow down to let them into the truck, when they’re just a few meters behind, it happens. You feel something graze your shoulder. You turn your head and see how an infected is leaning into the car through the open window of the passenger seat.

Panic sets in your body at once and you scream as you push the break down. The jaw of what once seemed to be a teenage boy clatters violently after your skin and flesh. You reach for your gun with shaky hands.

“Help!” You scream as you accidentally drop your gun to the floor. You don’t have time to search for it now. The infected boy keeps crawling into the car through the window and you try to shove it back without getting bitten as you’re now pressed up against the door of the car.

A couple of seconds later the door opens abruptly. You nearly fall out but your back lands against something warm and firm. You see a rifle above your head as you try to grasp anything to hold onto. A second later the infected is shot and dead and you’re being roughly pulled up by strong arms.

Soon you realize what’s happening. Joel pushes you back into the seat. He shot the infected and saved you.

“Than-“ You start to thank him, but are abruptly interrupted by a gasp and some cursing from behind Joel.

He turns around to face Ellie, who stumbles up behind him, white as a sheet.

He raises his rifle and shoots off the infected that has now gotten uncomfortably close to Ellie.

He gives her a worried look and tells her to get in the truck. She jumps into the backseat as he rushes to the passenger seat, still shooting at the infected closing up to the car.

As soon as Joel has dragged the dead body out of the car and you all have taken a seat you press down on the gas pedal as hard as you can. The car speeds away quickly and you leave the scene behind.

“What the hell happened in there?!” You exclaim and look up into the mirror, back at Ellie. She stays quiet, fumbles with the hem of her shirt and gives Joel a worrying look. She ignores your question and the looks you give through the mirror.

You try and navigate your way out of the city, without stumbling upon even more surprises. That was a close call, for all of you.

“Joel…” Ellie quietly says. You give them a quick glance through the mirror. He’s already leaning back to Ellie in the passenger seat.

You make a quick turn to the left. The pressing silence in the car is obvious. You just escaped death yet another time, this wasn’t the end either.

At the same moment you steer the car straight up the street you just turned to, you catch a glimpse of Ellie in the backseat. It’s for just a second, before she pulls her sleeve down again. But you see it. The bite mark.

You freeze in your seat. Your knuckles turn white as your grip on the steering wheel tightens. Fuck.

“You’re infected.” You say with a shaky voice. “I’m so sorry Ellie, I’m so sorry but we can’t-“

Your voice breaks. You feel tears approaching and you swallow and try to gather your thoughts. Ellie is just a girl and her days are counted.

“No.”

It’s Joel who speaks up.

“Yes. You know how this will end.” You answer.

“You don’t understand.”

“Yes I do. I’ve seen people getting bit before.”

He calmly observes you for a second. It’s frustrating how he doesn’t seem to even give Ellie some sort of reaction towards her new death sentence.

“There’s no way out of this.” You continue.

“Just drive.” He says sternly before leaning back again to Ellie. “You’ okay?”

His tone changes completely as soon as he speaks to her instead of you. They continue to mumble with each other for a minute. That’s when you decide that you’ve had enough. You’ve driven a couple of blocks away from the group of infected and decide that you’re at a safe distance. You push the break.

“What are you doing?!” Ellie asks, frightened, holding onto Joel’s headrest as the car stops abruptly.

“You’re infected and you two can’t continue to ignore that fact.” You say and cross your arms. “What the fuck is this?”

“Jesus, just-“ Joel says and rakes his fingers through his silver sprained hair. “Just move the fucking car and we’ll sort this out.”

“Please enlighten me, how do we ‘sort this out’ now?” You ask as you grab the steering wheel again. “She’s infected.”

“I’m not.” A quiet voice says from behind.

“Ellie.” Joel warns her.

You reluctantly start to drive the truck again, through the streets like they’re a maze to get out of this town. You did get a car, at least. Mission complete. In one way.

“What do you mean Ellie?” You sigh. “I saw the bite mark.”

“We should just tell her, Joel.”

“Ellie! You agreed not to-“

“Yeah, I know.” She says. “But what if she just decides to, I don’t know, kill me in my sleep now?!”

“She won’t.” He says and makes a distressed grimace before he covers his face with his large hands. “You know what, fuck it.”

He sighs and turns to you.

“She’s immune.”

“Joel, that’s impossible.”

“It’s not.” He says. “I’ve… I’ve seen it.”

“What do you mean?”

Ellie leans forwards and pops her head between the two of you. She props her arms up on your seats.

“I’ve been bitten before, but I’ve never turned.” She says and looks over to Joel. “He wanted to shoot me at first too but here we are, on this road trip towa-“

“That’s enough.” Joel chimes in.

Ellie puts her arm between the two of you, over the gear shift. It’s the opposite arm from what you saw in the mirror just a couple of minutes ago. She pulls her sleeve up and you glance down. It’s obviously a bite mark. It’s definitely cordyceps, but totally healed. Ellie’s left with only a scar.

“Oh.” You say. That’s the only thing you can say. You’re shocked, confused and still a bit stressed out from the incident. Ellie rolls her sleeve down again and a silence falls over all of you as you drive your way out of town.

About an hour later you’re far away from Cheyenne. You had driven west, trying to stay away from the big roads. Ellie has fallen asleep in the backseat, mouth slightly open.

There’s been nothing but silence between you and Joel since you found out about Ellie’s immunity. He’s been reading the map and pointing out which way to go. But other than that, you hadn’t spoken.

“Joel…” You start, silently, to not wake Ellie up. You glance into the mirror but she hasn’t moved an inch.

You get a grumpy humming sound as a response.

“Why are you here?”

“What?” He answers, and sounds tired.

“Why are you and Ellie here?” You ask. “It’s pretty weird, you’ve just showed up in the middle of the woods, with an immune kid?”

He’s quiet.

“You show up with a teenage girl, who’s apparently immune? I know you well enough to know that this is not your style. You’ve given me such a hard time this week. So what am I supposed to do? Don’t you understand that I’m freaking out here?”

Your rambling trails off. There are a few more seconds of silence before he speaks.

“Don’t act like you know me.”

“Oh, so you’re still going to give me the cold shoulder? It’s not like I expected a warm welcome from you, but this? You’re just so unfriendly for no reason at all. I left my sister for dead about a week ago and you just shut me out, it’s like you have no empathy left in your soul.”

“I-“ He starts but stops himself, taking a couple of seconds to decide what to say or not. “I don’t… it’s complicated and I never asked for this.”

“Yeah?” You ask. “Fucking complicated, no doubt about that.”

He doesn’t give a proper answer, but you hear him grunt something you really can’t make out.

It’s dark outside. All you see is the stars scattered over the dark blue sky and the small road in front of you. Your eyes have been on the hunt for a good place to camp. At least you can sleep in the car now, as a backup plan.

Your stomach rumbles a bit. You haven’t eaten since yesterday, since the supermarket visit hadn’t gone as planned. Joel looks out the passenger window. You’re stuck here together in the car, so you suppose that’s all he can do as he tries to ignore you again. He’s slowly scratching his beard with his hand.

Suddenly he pauses and raises his hand up to the window. He points out in the dark at the same time as he finally speaks up.

“Drive over there.” The tiredness in his tone is changed into something else, something more hopeful. “Old cabin.”

You slow down and turn to the right, into an overgrown dirt road. Once, it might’ve been covered by gravel. Now it’s barely visible.

Now you see the small cabin too. It’s not big, but it looks sturdy, after all these years left abandoned. You pull up next to it and Joel looks back at Ellie, still asleep, before grabbing his rifle.

“Wait here.” He says and his dark eyes meet yours. You just nod and feel the breeze of cold air finding its way into the car as he opens the door and leaves. You feel like shit.

He’s gone for a couple of minutes and you sit there frozen, the whole time. This whole situation is fucked up. You’re left in the car with a possibly, or possibly not, infected kid in the middle of nowhere.

Soon Joel comes back and opens the backseat door next to Ellie but pauses and looks over at you for a second. He nods back towards the house to say ‘all good, let’s go’. Carefully he grips her shoulder and shakes her slightly.

You hear her mumble and shuffle out from the truck, with Joel’s arm around her shoulders as they make their way into the cabin. You sit silently in the car for a moment before you turn the engine off. The lights turn off and the backs of your two companions disappear just like your source of light. It takes a couple of seconds to get your eyes used to the dark. You take a deep breath and open the driver's door and step out onto the frozen ground. The flashlight blinks a bit as you click the power button and you need to firmly hit it against the palm of your hand before the flickering stops. The solid stream of light leads you up to the cabin, backpack slung over your shoulder. Your breath creates a frozen cloud in front of you as you exhale deeply before you enter the cabin.

Once you’re inside, you can see that the cabin's layout is basically just one big room. The small kitchen is located in the right corner. It’s small and full of stuffed animals on the wall, hunting trophies. You suppose this cabin must’ve been an old hunting cabin. The room is sparsely furnished. A couch is placed in the middle of the room, with a small and dusty coffee table in front. Ellie is already fast asleep on the couch. On the wall next to the kitchen, a big fireplace dominates most of the wall, with a big head of a deer hanging right over it.

In front of the fireplace you find a hunched down figure, which is Joel, trying to get a fire going.

You nervously look out of the windows, trying to make sure that no one, or nothing, followed you out here. You close the curtains and take a look in the cabinets of the kitchen but with no luck. They’re all empty of anything edible, but are stashed with some outdoor equipment, some plates, and a first aid kit, but it looks pretty beat up so you just suppose there isn’t anything of use in there. You sigh and awkwardly turn around to face the room. In front of the fireplace, in the cabin's only armchair, Joel sits slumped down with his head down, focusing on his hands.

There’s no other comfortable place to sit, other than the floor. You consider going back out to sleep in the car, even if that’s an option you’re not too keen on.

Joel noticed your awkward stance in the kitchen and you caught his stare. His mouth is slightly open and his eyes look tired. He blinks a couple of times and then pulls out his sleeping bag from his backpack next to him, as if he could read your mind.

“Take it.” He says and holds the sleeping bag out towards you, like a peace offering.

You slowly walk towards him and the fireplace, not breaking eye contact. As soon as you reach out and grab the sleeping bag his attention goes back to his other hand. You glance down and see that he’s hurt. There’s a cut in the soft flesh between his thumb and index finger, and his knuckles are bruised.

“Hey, let me help you.” You say as you bend down and try to grab his hand but he shoves your hand away and mutters something.

You take a step back and remember the first aid kit in the kitchen cabinet. You walk over there and open the door, grab the small back and start to dig through its contents. It’s mostly empty, but - bingo! - a roll of gauze bandage.

Joel looks reluctantly at you as you bend down on the sleeping bag in front of him again. You give him a look and he sighs as he slowly places his hand in yours, which is already reached out for his.

You take your bottle of water and start cleaning the wound and Joel hisses and drags his hand back a bit.

“I know something better.” He breathes out in pain.

“There’s this bar cart…” He gestures behind him and you nod and walk behind the armchair. Against the wall there is indeed a small bar cart, mostly covered in old boxes for ammunition, a dirty old whiskey glass and some dusty old gloves, but on the lower shelf there are a couple of almost empty bottles. You grab a glass bottle with a clear liquid and open it. You sniff carefully and it’s clearly still pretty strong after all these years in solitude.

You walk back to Joel and bend down in front of him, again. This time you grab his hand and you pause for a second. This almost feels too intimate. You hesitate to continue and you’re once again faced with that awkward feeling you had in the kitchen before. Joel places his other hand on yours, and holds it tight with both hands. You look up and meet his gaze. You must look terrified, like a deer in the headlights. How did you allow yourself to get this close to Joel? How did he even allow it?! The man who’s been more hostile than gracious towards you - is now holding your hand in a way you’d never imagine. You wish you had gone back to sleep in the truck, or that your stash of pills wasn’t long gone. You wanted to remove yourself from the situation, or at least numb the anxiety in your chest.

“It’s okay.” Joel assures and slowly lets go of your hand so you’re left with only the injured one, resting heavily in yours.

You slowly start to dab the cut on his hands clean with the alcohol that you found. You clean his knuckles and can’t help but study his hands even more. They’re big, rugged and firm in contrast to yours - which are rather the opposite to yours. They might not be as smooth and pretty as they used to be, but now, compared to his, it doesn’t look like you’ve been through an apocalypse at all.

“Fuck.” He grits his teeth and tries to stay quiet to not wake up the sleeping teenager on the couch. The alcohol must sting in the cut.

You start to wrap the gauze around his hand and the cut once everything looks clean.

“How did you…?” You mumble as you secure the gauze, but you don’t let go of his hand. He doesn’t move either. You feel your pulse rise.

“The glass door of the supermarket.” He mumbles and starts to stroke your hand with his thumb. The movement makes your skin tingle. But for him, it must hurt. Despite that, he keeps going. “Or the window, I don’t know.”

You just nod. You don’t know what to say. Or if you even can say anything. You’re terrified and totally consumed by his skin brushing against yours, and his honest, almost vulnerable gaze.

“Look, I…” He starts but trials off just as Ellie mumbles something.

You both draw your hands back and your eyes quickly dart over to the couch. Ellie smacks her lips slowly and her mouth stays open just a bit, before she starts to snore.

The spot Joel’s thumb kept brushing at your hand suddenly feels cold. You shiver a little bit and almost feel caught in the act of something… Something you weren’t supposed to do. No, that was nothing. That was only an act of gratitude for patching him up. Nothing else. You didn’t even want it to be anything else, you tried to tell yourself. But somehow something had shifted in the air between the two of you. You had told him he had given you the cold shoulder, that he’d been nothing but unfriendly to you and maybe he felt ashamed of his bad behavior. You didn’t need to be friends, but maybe he realized that you at least could be equals.

You quietly slipped into his sleeping bag between Joel and the fireplace. You didn’t want to continue the conversation he started, didn’t want to hear what he had to say. You didn’t want to ruin this moment. You placed your backpack on the floor to use a pillow and slowly sank down, making yourself comfortable. You could hear the cracking of the fire and Joel’s steady breaths as you drifted off to sleep. The sleeping bag smells like dust, wood and Joel.

#i know the end #joel x reader #joel miller #the last of us #joel miller x you #fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfic

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trayoftrinkets · 5 months ago

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Trying to put into words certain thoughts about media consumption that has been floating around in my brain for quite some time now.

So... I think I can finally conclude that I am not cut out to watch dramas as they air.

I'm more of a binge-watch or watch three episodes a day kinda girly. Now, I did grow up watching telenovelas but maybe I got too much into movies or short form content or got too used to bingeing that I really cannot wait an entire week to watch the next episode. One reason for this is that I don't like losing continuity in my watching experience. I need that flow that bingeing offers.

I'd possibly be in an entirely different headspace by the time a week has passed which really disrupts my line of thought. I now understand that it is easier for some people to pick it back up after a week, but not for me.. it's really kinda hard. And once I've lost that continuity, it is quite hard for me to get back into it. Idek if this makes sense but that's how my brain works. For me, this has always been something obvious and thought it was like that for everyone but it doesn't work like that for many, I've realized.

Also , I think I need a sufficient amount of information to form opinions. I am a bit slow, and I have one too many questions than I have finalised observations. So, it's all half-baked opinions that drastically change over the course of my watching experience, and I refuse to ponder upon them for too long if they lack substance or does not appeal to me that much. I'm more focused on my final thoughts than the initial ones (though I do think it is interesting to note how your thinking process evolved over the course of the drama).

Also, I hate jumping to conclusions, and trying to predict what is going to happen next (but like, of course, I'll have a rough idea in my head but I won't think too much about it because I like learning things as they unfold, it gives me a sense of excitement to see the pieces fall into place on their own - AND THIS IS EASIER WHEN YOU'RE BINGEING SOMETHING BECAUSE YOU GET THE ANSWERS ALMOST IMMEDIATELY and won't keep you guessing), because personally, for me, that would make me quite biased. And I'm afraid I'd end up disappointed if the expectations in my head are not in line with what happens in reality. So, to be as objective as possible, I tend to remain as detached as possible. This is also one reason I do not even read reviews until I have completed watching/reading something. I'm easily influenceable, lol. And I leave that power to my closest oomfs.

And for me, personally, the important part is listening, in entirety (from beginning to the end), to what the Creators have to say before forming my own personal opinions. There is a story that is being told to me and I can hear that story in two ways: as it was intended by the storytellers, and my personal interpretation of the story. I feel like I need to find the perfect balance between the two to be able to come to a proper understanding. Therefore, I like watching things as they unfold, and I need the bigger picture, the final ending before I can say anything.

AND THAT SUCKS SO MUCH because I love interacting with fandoms and discussing stuff with people. I love reading theories, even though I try not to get invested too much. It is so sad that a show and its fandom is the most alive when it is airing but I won't be able to partake in any activities because my brain is built different, and my habits are not very flexible. I hope I can find a middle ground for this. I guess, this is one of the reason that I prefer Danmei fandoms over BL fandoms. Because people move onto the next show pretty quickly, but in case of danmei, the brainrot is often perpetual and ever-present.

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mcbitchtits · 1 year ago

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so anyway

guess who's got more indiana jones thoughts

(i'm not cutting for spoilers anymore so this is your last warning)

had a better audio experience this viewing, idk what's up with indie theaters having worse audio or projectors but i guess i have to give the big chains some points for not sucking. there were several lines i only finally caught for the first time this time around. (teddy's line to himself when he jumps the plane to steal it [something like "come on, Big Talker"], klaber yelling out of the plane offscreen during the divebombing [something like "die you savages!" and then "swinehuntzen!" which idek if that's supposed to be grammatical or whatever.])

I know I mentioned Helena's Theme sounds very Casablanca-y ("As Time Goes By"), which I'm sure is on purpose given it's her base of black market operations and situation with Rahim, but on the rewatch her scene with Indy right at the emotional climax I also feel like is kind of a riff off the final scene between Ilsa and Rick. Maybe I'm looking at it too hard; maybe I'm not. Hard to tell if it's on purpose or just because Indiana Jones as a concept is so packed to the gills with parts of old movies. Either way it feels very much at home, and a nice little resonance if it's intended.

Strange side note but a thing noted nonetheless; credits list has Indy as "Indiana Jones" and then most of the rest of the leads just get one name ("Marion", "Sallah", "Hauke", etc.). Just an interesting counterpoint to the credits of Raiders.

Also, there's a credit for "Drunk Flight Stewardess"?????????? Must have been a cut scene, or I definitely missed something.

(I just went to find a screencap of that and HOW is the pirated rip still a fucking CAM rip. IT'S BEEN TWO MONTHS)

Anyway. Plotwise, more pedantic critiques, why include the moon thing at all when Athena is not a moon goddess but ALSO BECAUSE YOU DON'T NEED A MOON SIGN WHY IS THERE A MOON SIGN WHEN THE INTENDED PORTAL IS JUST CLOSED OFF FROM A CAVE COLLAPSE OR WHATNOT. I THINK THERE WAS A BETTER SOLUTION TO BE WRITTEN HERE. All of the mythology writing around Archimedes' tomb is so sloppy to me, it's really the weakest thing for me. didntyouevergotosundayschool.gif except about reading greek myths or anthropology or whatever I GUESS

if an elementary school mythology/history/archaeology picture book would be doing more accurate things than your ARCHAEOLOGY THEMED plot, i'm sorry but that is a No. try again. failed step one.

unrelated. wished they had taken a hot second to make a rubbing of the wax tablet before they melted it; i realize that is not the point nor would it do anything for the plot but NEVERTHELESS!

Mads still needed more screentime. I will say it a hundred times. thanks for coming to my TED talk.

okay that's all for now to add to the list byeeeeeeeeeee

#spoilers #indiana jones #dial of destiny #posts part ten thousand of three hundred thousand or somesuch

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snarkwrites · 5 years ago

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sprung spring | found you | jacob black [m]

PROMPTS USED:

“You’re kinda small. It’s cute.” + Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Down And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes + Suck + Being dared to kiss + against a wall/door -

NOTES:

Hey, look... Years ago, I actually STARTED writing in the Twilight fandom. I feel like things have come full circle now, kinda? Idk.. Anyway, just wanted everyone to know that this takes place AFTER the series. Jacob is grown up here. So is the OC omega/imprint. If people bother me enough I miiight be tempted to sit down and come up with an actual story for these two, idek... Enjoy the filth. I blame the recent announcement of the Midnight Sun movie / book... Anyway, yeah.

Oh yeah and just so you know... I kinda took imprinting and alpha x omega bonds and mashed them together. So the oc here is not only Jacob’s imprint but she is also his omega.

PAIRING:

Jacob Black [ alpha ] x ofc, Lily [ omega ]

WARNINGS:

Uhh... the usual stuff that goes with a/o.. Meeting a guy at a bar and hooking up. Protected sex, for once -yeah, that’s right, you heard it here guys and dolls, Ash FINALLY remembered that condoms exist.. Biting.

Writer does NOT agree or disagree with hooking up casually. Writer says to make up your own mind about these things. Alcohol warning, btw.

TAGGING:

@micolegg - just because | @kyleoreillysknee - they’re the only person on my Twilight tag list. If you want to be on any of my taglists, once again, go [here] otherwise, you will not be getting tagged.

( nobody @ me. I had to use this gif. I had to. )

“Okay, if you’re really over the jerk, I dare you to kiss the next guy who walks through the door.”

Lily scoffed at her best friend’s dare and rolled her eyes, picking at her nails. “No, I believe I’ll pass. Knowing my craptastic luck, it’ll be one of those creepy Cullens or Nelson’s ass.”

Cassandra’s gaze was fixed intently on the doors that lead into the crowded sports bar and she let out a low whistle. “I mean, if you wanna pass on that, by all means.” she gestured to where Jacob Black stood, tugging off a weathered brown leather jacket to toss at an empty booth. She nudged Lily again so that she’d look up and see the man for herself.

Lily swore sharply and finally tore her gaze off of her phone. “What the hell--” her sentence died on her lips and she swallowed down a baseball sized lump in her throat, blinking. Raising a hand to rub her eyes when blinking didn’t just make him disappear.

“Jacob?” her voice came almost whisper quiet, eyes fixed on him intently. She shook her head, it had to be some kind of hallucination. Jacob had been in Canada since a few weeks before Bella’s wedding. And every letter he sent home to Billy suggested that Canada is where he intended to stay. Or that’s the last thing her father told her when she bothered to ask last month.

So why come back now, she found herself wondering. She didn’t even realize that she’d started to move towards him until she bumped into Jessica’s back, muttering a distracted and quick apology, shoving past her until she caught up to Jacob Black.

Jacob was distracted; entranced by the warm and heavy sweetness of the vanilla scent he’d followed into the bar. Brown eyes darted around and his fists clenched at his sides as he tried to keep himself pulled together. For a split second, he thought he caught sight of Lily, an old neighbor, but when he tried to focus, see if it was really her, she was gone.

“I’m here, might as well grab a drink.” Jacob mused to himself as he glanced around again, turning and preparing to walk back to the booth he’d left his jacket in. The scent of vanilla permeated the air around him heavily and he felt his skin tightening, his blood almost boiling. His vision started to tunnel and when he turned around fully, he found himself body to body with Lily.

“Jacob, hi.” Lily bit her lip and stared up at him, reaching up to toy with the end of soft long jet black locks. He let his hair grow back, Lily thought to herself distractedly, thank God. She quickly snatched back her hand when she realized what she’d done.

Her feet felt rooted to the floor. Why wasn’t she moving?

She wasn’t the same stammering little mess she’d been back then, damn it. Suddenly, Cassandra’s dare came rushing back and Lily took a deep breath, her eyes locking intently on kissable lips.

“Fuck it. Yolo.” Lily muttered quietly, molding herself against Jacob, raising to tippy toe, tugging his mouth closer to her own as he bent down to make up for the difference in height. Rough hands dug into her lower back, lifting her off the floor slightly as his mouth crashed against her mouth. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at it so that the kiss deepened and his hand moved up her back, fingers catching in a long jet black braid, raking through it until it tumbled loose down her back. His tongue trailed over the outline of her lips and when she rubbed against him just a little, he groaned, the taste of rum filling his mouth as he deepened the kiss to a point where he knew she had to be getting dizzy and he could feel their breathing sync up, almost as if they were breathing for each other.

The kiss broke, the pair springing apart as Lily took a few deep breaths and raised her hand, smoothing it over her hair, pushing shaggy bangs out of her eyes. Jacob’s mouth opened and closed and his hand raised, dragging through his hair. All he could do was stare at her as everything he’d seen and the scent of her bombarded his brain and dominated every single part of his thoughts. He chuckled, rubbing his chin. “Hi, Lily. So, uh… is this how you greet everyone?”

“No, no.” the word tumbled out, making him laugh, making him flash her that bright and cocky grin of his. When she blurted out what transpired before he walked in, she wanted to kick herself, adding quickly to the end of her explanation, “But I wasn’t gonna do it til Cassandra got me to look up and I saw you walk in. Shit. Fuck. You know what? I’m gonna take this as my cue and go.”

Lily turned abruptly, already halfway back across the bar by the time Jacob processed what she’d basically just admitted. He was on his feet again, shoving through the crowd, deep brown eyes darting around all over as his nose honed in on the scent of her. He found her easily, sitting in the back in a booth with a group of two or three other girls he remembered from La Push High.

He cleared his throat and the girls all surrounding his imprint shared a look and stood abruptly after doing so, making a hasty retreat.

Lily lightly beat her head against the tabletop. “I swear to God, I just want to disappear right now, Cass. He has to think I’m still a huge dork.”

“Actually, no.” Jacob spoke up as he slid into the booth bench beside her, an arm going around the back of it.

Lily raised her head reluctantly, her cheeks almost an angry red as she stared at him a few seconds. That intense heat was lingering in the air all over again and the spicy scent of him pierced her nostrils as she felt her skin tightening all over again.

The urge to straddle his lap took over before she could stop it and she didn’t even realize that every single dirty little thing on her mind was being broadcast directly to his until he leaned in close and chuckled against the shell of her ear, “Are you okay? You look like you’re burning up right now.”

“I,uhh.”

It clicked into place what was happening and she crossed her legs, clenching them tight beneath the table. Oh naturally, he’s my Alpha and I make an entire ass of myself…

Jacob’s gaze shifted to her hands and the way they were almost white knuckle, her palms flat against the wooden tabletop. It happened again, just like earlier when she’d kissed him. Every single noisy thought flooded his brain and the animal side kicked into overdrive.

Yeah, he knew how imprinting worked but this felt… Different. A thousand times more intense. It was imprinting and something different… Something so much more than that. This primal urge to get her alone and lay claim.

When it hit him, his jaw dropped and for a few seconds, he sat there in a daze, staring straight ahead.

Lily toyed with the wrapping to the straw in her mixed drink after noisily slurping down the last of it and taking a few labored breaths. The way he looked at her just now was… Deeper than any look he’d given her before.

To be fair, she found herself thinking with mild annoyance, before it was all about Bella.

“Do you dance, Lily?” Jacob leaned in and muttered the question against the shell of her ear as someone put the Halsey version of I Walk The Line on to play in the music box at the front of the bar. He needed her closer. He needed to know she was okay. He needed to feel her body molded against his again because only then could he feel centered.

“Nobody dances in here, Jake.”

“There’s a first time for everything, Lil. C’mon. Unless you’re too tipsy?” he teased her gently, his eyes fixing on the pyramid of shot glasses in front of where she sat and the two empty glasses that contained mixed drinks.

This got his inebriated imprint slash omega on her feet. Between the alcohol in her system and the effects of what he suspected to be her heat setting in, she swayed a good bit. Jacob stood too and pulled her completely against him, his hands drifting down and gripping her ass to hold her in place. Lily looked up, staring deep into dark brown eyes. “I’m not too tipsy for anything, Jacob. I’ll… I’ll have you know, I-I’m perfectly sober right now.” she nuzzled her face against his shirt as soon as she dropped her gaze again and Jacob barely contained the low growl that arose from deep in his chest. His hands splayed across both sides of her ass, fingertips digging in just a little as his nose buried in the crown of her hair and he breathed in the scent of his mate as deep as he possibly could. After a few seconds, he gave a quiet laugh at her words.

“Right.” Jacob continued to snicker quietly to himself, a fond smile tugging his mouth upward as he fixed his gaze on her intently.

Lily’s head raised and she poked out her tongue at him, prompting him to snicker about it.

“What’s so funny, Jake?”

… God, is she ever not going to get me hard or distract the living hell out of me?. This is going to take a lot of getting used to, but it’s fine. It’s perfect, actually.. the thought came and went and rather than be dumb and let it slip out, he instead went with, “You’re kinda small. It’s cute,actually.”

“Oh hahahaha. Says the guy who reached man size in what? Seventh grade?” Lily teased gently, trying hard not to think about just how good it felt to be pressed against him like this, but just how many layers of clothing were still between them and how badly she wanted those gone.

“Ninth, actually. And I was not man sized.” Jacob chuckled, a soft gaze down at her. There it was at last, that truly lightweight and give no fucks feeling that came with the imprint bond.

“Y-you are.” Lily muttered, stumbling over the words lightly. With each little step they took, she found herself rubbed right against him and the slick coursed down her inner thighs, coating them. “Y-you were more of a man t-than any of t-those other s-shitheads at our school.”

… I seriously just said that… Ugh, can someone just strike me mute? Before I totally fuck up?... the thought came floating into her mind and Lily muttered a quick apology, giving him a little dirty look when he managed to mis step and stepped on her toes.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Jacob apologized, laughing. He dipped her down and as she came back up, their faces bumped against each other. Just the feel of her lips against his own had him struggling to keep the animal within at bay.

Lily’s tongue danced over the outline of his lips and his grip on her body tightened as he hauled her up fully, pressing into her so much that she had to lean back, her back meeting the edge of the booth with a soft smack. “It’s...it’s okay.” Lily managed to gasp out between sloppy and rough kisses that seemed to dominate her mouth and set her pulse racing. A throat clearing nearby had the two springing apart momentarily and it served to put the brakes on for the two momentarily.

“You wanna get outta here, Lily?” Jacob pressed into her heavily, his hands on her hips, his mouth next to her ear.

… isn’t this a little fast?...

… better too fast than never, besides… haven’t I waited long enough?... his mind was at war with itself and the stronger side, the animal side, that was winning.

Lily found herself staring deep into dark brown eyes and getting lost, just like she used to when they were kids. After a few seconds, it occurred to her that he’d said something and she managed to respond, “Oh god, yeah. Take me home, Jake.” as she slipped her tongue past his lips all over again, her hands drifting down, tugging almost impatiently at the waistband of his jeans.

Jacob bent at the waist, scooping her up, making quick strides towards the doors of the little sports bar. Once they were outside in the chilled night air, he sat her down on the back of his motorcycle, getting on in front.

“Hold on tight.”

Lily’s arms slipped around his waist and she pressed herself into him as the motorcycle’s powerful engine roared to life, the motorcycle taking off at a decent speed towards the reservation.

“Your place or mine?” Lily muttered quietly next to his ear as she grazed her lips against. Jacob’s breath caught for a second and he chuckled quietly, shrugging. Lily continued, “Because I’m the only one staying at my place… No interruptions.” her lips dancing right over the rapid pulse in his neck. Jacob bucked a little, feeling himself getting harder and harder.

The reservation was coming into view and he drove down the dirt road they both lived on, parking his motorcycle beneath the carport next to the little red cabin she lived in.

Getting off the motorcycle, he scooped her up in his arms again, quick strides up the porch steps, Lily digging around for her house key after climbing out of his arms, reaching out to unlock the door as Jacob lightly kicked it open with his foot, stepping inside the darkened house as he shut the door behind them and locked it.

Her back pressed against the wooden door with a soft smack and Jacob’s hands were all over her. Her mouth latched onto his neck and chest, anywhere she could reach and when she rose to tiptoe all over again, Jacob chuckled and slid her up his body to sit her down on top of her dining table, his mouth latching onto her mouth and then dancing down her neck.

As soon as he found the spot where her scent glands were, he could feel the pierce of his fangs at his gums. Lily was rubbing herself against him, her legs wrapped around him, her hands moving down between them and then her fingertips catching in the hem of his tee shirt, starting to pull it upward. The warmth of his breath against her neck felt so fucking good. She gasped and let her head fall to the opposite side, giving his mouth better access.

Jacob pulled away a second or two, eyeing her as she continued to rub against him, shaky fingers catching on the button to his jeans and pulling it free, then lingering down, lowering his zipper slowly. In a daze, he kicked his jeans and underwear free when they pooled at his ankles, a low and primal growl filling the air as his eyes settled on his mate all over again, his tongue trailing slowly over his lips as he gazed down at her.

“Aren’t you going to do it?” Lily’s voice was a breathy drawl as her fingertips trailed up and down his bare chest and she fixed her eyes on him almost expectantly. She rubbed herself against him with more urgency, her whimpers and moans echoing off the walls of the dining room. Jacob licked his lips and smirking, he lowered his mouth back down to her neck, his teeth scraping against scent glands again.

“You’re sure, right?” his voice came out deeper, sending a jolt racing through her and another wave of slick coating the insides of her thighs. Lily gazed up at him, biting her lip. “I asked for it, didn’t I, Jake?”

“Yeah, but..” he trailed off, unable to finish his words because she took his face in her hands, scooting herself closer to the edge of the table, rubbing against him all over again, more urgently. Jacob’s hand went down to the jagged hem of her crop top, tugging it up and over her head, letting it settle on the table top behind her. He gave a low growl as his eyes roamed over her, his mouth almost watering at the way her scent intensified. Wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, he leaned in again, reaching around, the quiet tear of satin as her bra was torn away breaking the semi-silence between the two as he tugged it free from her body next. And then, he was leaning in, ghosting his mouth down the side of her neck, his tongue trailing over soft skin boldly, his lips latching onto the patch of skin her scent glands lingered beneath.

This time when he felt his fangs starting to prick through and push to the surface, he didn’t bother fighting it. Instead, he sank his teeth into the sac just below the surface of the patch of skin. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she rocked herself against him, legs clenching his hips tight as she gasped. “Oh, oh wow..” the rush of the bond took over, leaving her to lean into him heavily, clinging to his body. Jacob leaned right back against her heavily, chuckling as he muttered the same against her skin.

The wooden tabletop was cool against her back as she wound up flat against it, Jacob pinning both her hands at either side of her head, his mouth crashing against hers again, muttering against her lips, “Just a second… stay right there.” and raising up, letting go of her hands, bending to pick his jeans off the floor, rifling through the pockets. He tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, sliding the condom down over his cock before turning back around to face her, stepping back between her legs as he leaned down, his hips pressing into her lower body, his mouth roaming over her neck, littering soft skin with bites and suck marks as he groaned and rutted himself into her, the tip of his cock teasing between her folds and making her whimper out loud, rubbing herself right back against him. As his cock sank deep into her heat, she got louder, Jacob chuckling against her mouth as he pressed into her, going still to let her get used to his size as the knot began to form.

“I think I’m okay.” Lily managed to gasp, rocking her hips against him urgently. Jacob sank his cock in a little deeper, a quiet growl escaping into the kiss as he pulled his mouth away, staring down at her. “You’re sure?”

Lily gritted her teeth as she felt him burying his cock in even deeper. She felt like she was being split in two, stretched and overfilled. Her nails dug into his shoulder and she gasped as she started to really get used to the way he felt buried inside her, trying to rock her hips against him all over again. “Yeah, yeah. Fuck.” she moaned out, “so big.”

“I’m not hurting you, right?”

“No, fuck no. Feels so..” Lily met the deep and steady drives he made into her tight and dripping cunt with her own thrusts eagerly, “So good. Fuck.”

Jacob slowed to an almost stop, she was so tight around him, it felt too damn good. His fingers dug into her hips and he growled quietly as he slammed her up and down his massive cock, panting next to her ear in quiet and filthy growls, “You’re so tight, fuck. Feels so good to bury my cock in you.”

Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she moaned louder and louder, the table creaking quietly beneath them and making them both pause and eye the table, then each other. “Maybe we should move this to the couch.” Lily muttered, giving a soft laugh as she caught her breath for a few seconds. Jacob scooped her off the tabletop and went to step out of the dining room and into the living room. Lily’s back met the wall as Jacob’s mouth buried in hers all over again and he started to fuck into her slowly, making her moan and whimper and bite down on his neck as she begged for more. “On second thought, this… Oh fuck it feels so good, baby. So good. Don’t stop.”

Jacob slipped her legs over his forearms and started to fuck into her harder and faster, feeling her clench around his cock as he slammed into her throbbing G spot again and again. Her nails danced down his back and from the way her mouth kept latching onto his neck, he had no doubt in his mind that tomorrow, he would not be hiding the marks left behind. Then again, neither would she, because he’d definitely left marks of his own. He felt her tense up and chuckling into her mouth he asked quietly, “Are you getting closer, baby girl?”

“So close. So close.” Lily gasped into his lips as he continued to pump in and out of her, the sound of their sloppy kisses and quiet moans and growls breaking any silence in the room. “C’mon, Lily. Let go.” Jacob coaxed as he felt himself getting closer too. “Wanna feel you, princess.”

“ -oh fuck. Oh yeah, that’s it.” Lily moaned as he slammed against her g spot all over again, and she felt her orgasm shatter through. Her walls clenched his cock and Jacob’s thrusts became erratic, skin smacking loudly against skin as he fucked them through their orgasm, holding her against him and kissing her all over the face as they both tried to catch their breath. He nipped at her ear and muttered quietly, “Are you okay?”

“If you’re going to carry me around a little while, yeah.” Lily teased gently, catching the corner of his mouth with her own as their stomachs both growled noisily. “But I am kinda hungry…”

“Me too.” Jacob chuckled against her mouth, his forehead pressed against hers as he kissed her again, tender and deep.

#jacob black fanfiction #jacob black fanfic #jacob black imagine jacob black imagines #jacob black oneshot #jacob black fic #//fourseasonsofsm*tselfchallenge #// tw: s*xual content #// tw : a/o dynamics #// no one under 18+#// tw : alcohol mention

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haikyupid · 5 years ago

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Order from Lunatrix B,

Hey there! First of all THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA! I can only imagine the time and dedication it took you to think this through and make the orders! (Also I am lowkey so shy doing it off anon like AAAAH) May I please order a Dalgona Matchup Latte? (If it's possible to go with more than one drink then it would be nice to have the Strawberry hearts frappineccino as well!)

So I am an ENFP capricorn and my enneagram is 7w8! My behaviour with other really depends on my mood and on their personalities so other's image of me goes from "wow she is so friendly" to "wtf she is so conceited and manipulative". But most of the time people describe me as crazy, outgoing and bubbly! Since my height is on the shorter side and my cheeks are always red and freckly, I look younger and more innocent than I actually am.

I'm adaptable, super spontaneous and hate overthinking stuff. Also I am shortsighted lol but I don't really like wearing my glasses in public, they make me look so serious and studious when LOL no. I don't really care now but when I was younger I hated the 'honor student' label it gave me. I am a TROLL, super sarcastic and my sense of humor is hard to understand for some people since it's super ironic and kinda dark sometimes.

I have many hobbies and love learning new skills but the most important ones to me are definitely drawing/painting, cooking/baking, piano, reading, acting, swimming, travelling and learning new languages (I am fluent in 5 and learning 2 more). I used to be super passionate about martial arts and reached a black belt but had to stop due to health issues 😭. I'm ambitious, mischievious and cunning. I laugh super easily and smile a lot! I laugh at really inapropriate times, and since I don't cry easily my friends and family call me insensitive oupsii.

I have a super flirty personality but since I do it unknowingly or ironically sometimes, when people take it seriously I freak out and run away. I am hella oblivious to people flirting with me though like even if I notice I go nah there is no way they are serious, so when cute guys confront me about it and say it straight out all my confidence crumbles I BECOME SO SHY and speak in tiny font (and deny it like haha wow you're funny).

I am really honest about my 'positive feelings', like I compliment people a lot and am the type of person to text others saying that I am happy to have them in my life, that I had a great time hanging out, etc. But I SUCK with my negative feelings?! Like I just ignore them and never voice them out. Friends and family sometimes blame me saying that since I never confide they feel like I put a wall between us and that our relationship is kinda unequal since they tell me everything (I am a really good listener) but I really don't do it on purpose... I kind of feel obligated to be the 'strong' one who does not really feel anything...

I am sorry this is so long, thank you for taking the time to read it! Good luck for all your other orders i'm sute you'll do great!)

Thanks a lot for sending in your order here at Kyupid's Love Shop. One Dalgona Matchup Latte coming right up!....... where’d the side effec— oh, here it is! I matcha with ˚��· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

➞ this relationship thrives on the fact that you’ll both feel like you’re on top of the world when together; but honestly though, boring is not a part of this couple’s vocabulary like whew— (lemme be a part of this, ples, like i’ll third wheel)

➞ don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t mean that you and nishi are immature (it’s actually quite the contrary) it’s just that you both don’t feel that societal pressure that most do, you’re both just so free and that’s not something the majority of the population can afford

➞ so to say that you’re both beyond lucky to have found each other is a huge understatement; this be the type of relationship that iconic romance anime movies are based off on

➞ nishi will be the first one to make a move for sure, like bby did not even hesitate for a second — i want it, i’m gonna try to get it typa man

➞ it won’t even matter if you push him away or if he has to court you for a year or so, he’ll only stop if you actually say that you’re not interested but i mean WHO in the world would reject him?!

➞ your looks will definitely remind him of a tropical paradise he’s visited, which is what he feels whenever he’s around you, so best believe this man won’t let his walking paradise go; he’ll probably also call you his lil’ firework

➞ he values the fact that you both can view the world the same, but if there’s a difference in your viewpoints, it doesn’t lead to arguments like most do, but instead having each side doing their best to understand one another — nishi is the type to be very open-minded and always fights for what’s right, i also get that vibe from you

➞ nishi is up for anything; so when he found out about your abundance of hobbies, he will bombard you with questions about them, your advice to get the hang of them, and always asking if he’s doing them right

“look babe, i tried to draw something for you!”

“aww, yuu, this cow looks so cute.”

“.......”

“...it’s a baby bear, but thank you so much, baby, it’s definitely an improvement from the last one. i love you!”

➞ he has a very innocent type of humour... maybe sometimes perverted, but that’s not the point— so if he does find one of your jokes to be too dark, he will ask if you’re okay, but he definitely won’t be like ‘wtf is wrong with this betch?’

➞ you two would always be traveling whenever your schedules allow you two; and you guys would always be learning something new! surfing, atv riding, bungee jumping, hunting, fishing (durh), learning some catch phrases in the place’s native language, cooking their national dishes, and so so much more

➞ with nishi, there’s never a time where you’ll be bored, everything will just be perfect when you’re with him; literally you’ll both be the couple who probably doesn’t even plan their days unless it’s like something so important

➞ ‘there are some flowers you only see when you take detours’ type of life motto/vibes

➞ oh, and you always complimenting him and telling him how much he means to you? mans could die from to much heart palpitations... uwu, just pure uwus

➞ he’s not very romantic all the time, so most of the compliments he’ll be giving you will be like:

“baby, you’re way cuter than this. you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever laid my eyes on. you’re perfect!”

“...but you’re holding a fish i— y’know what, thank you... now can you throw it back in the water, please?”

➞ loves, and when i say loves i really mean it, when you wear your glasses, but he definitely will be cheeky and say, ‘oh, sorry, i didn’t know this was the library. i was looking for my very beautiful girlfriend... oh, that’s you? well you look a lil’ too gorgeous to be her’ but foreal, pls wear you glasses more often, he literally melts when you do

➞ he’s always telling you that he loves you; and when he’s in another country, expect photos and vids from him that look like those tinder fish-boys (idek if this’ll make sense to you) but he has the most beautiful smile a man could ever have and such a sincere paragraph of how much he misses and loves you to follow along with it, that it doesn’t even matter anymore that he looks like a dad

➞ a relationship that make the people around you, whether they’re strangers or not, go ‘they’re the main characters’ — to them you two were in your own beautiful world, and no one would ever dare to interfere with a love so magical and true

Kyupid hopes that you enjoyed your Dalgona Matchup Latte! Here’s the view from the top of the world with your out-of-this-world relationship with Nishinoya Yuu: he always does things that end up turning you as red as a tomato, but he doesn’t even intend to, mans is just naturally smooth... so you either malfunction or just straight up push him away; when he wants you to listen to his 3 AM thoughts/honestly just some weird shet he probably does all the time with you; when he tries to make you talk about how you’re feeling when he knows your ‘i’m fine’ reply is a straight up lie; and when he finally comes back from one of his trips around the world, just wanting you to be safe in his arms again.

Thanks very much for ordering — Kyupid hopes to see your cuteself again at the shop in the future! Have a magic-filled day ⁀➷

an: henlo, i hope you didn’t mind too much that i bombarded your dm’s with questions 😅 thank you so much for being patient with me!

i didn’t know what to do about the url thing, so this was what i resorted to in a short amount of time, i hope that’s okay with you. i almost lost your submission twice, huhu. also, is the gif working??? tumblr’s being a bitch again, so idk if it’s working and i’m freakin out.

btw, now i can’t stop being jelly over this ship like— this is too cute and i feel like this kind of relationship only exists in movies 😔

#kyupid's love shop #dalgona matchup latte #haikyuu matchups #hq matchups #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #nishinoya yuu

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ad1ostoreador · 5 years ago

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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚅��𝙴𝚆. ( repost, don’t reblog )

NAME: Tavros Nitram

ALIAS: Tav? Pretty much just Tavros.

AGE: Somewhere between 10 and 11 sweeps.

FAMILY: Fairy bull lusus (deceased). 2 eggs (not yet hatched).

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: <3 Gamzee Makara (bubblymiracles). Kind of a bit of a possible <3< thing developing for someone, but they haven’t actually Talked about it yet, so nothing official.

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻.

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: When you’ve had tea with the creator of your world and also played a not-insignificant role in its creation yourself, it’s hard to define your feelings on the subject as ‘religion’, but... he does wear facepaint, sporadically, and will defend certain elements of clown religion (as he understands it) pretty fiercely when he thinks it’s being dismissed/mocked. Mostly it’s a nebulous sense of the Muse/Lord as a ditheistic conceptual pair, though he would never really express it that way.

SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath

VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: To free people from SGRUB/the Furthest Ring and Alternia, or any situation where they’re trapped and unhappy and hurting. To help people who need it, or put them in touch with someone who can. To not be completely insignificant.

KNOWN LANGUAGES: Standard Alternian. English. Scattered bits and pieces of a largely extinct rustblood dialect he picked up from pre-Exile movies.

SECRETS: How he is really feeling, almost ever. (This is often a secret even from him.) His struggles with chronic depression and feelings of inferiority/insignificance.

SAVVIES: Navigation. Memes, weirdly. Anything to do with animal behavior. Certain kinds of games. Cooking. Rapping.

𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻.

BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average / solid beef, ok? stronk, idek

HEIGHT: 6′6″ (tbh he was originally intended to be 6′3″ after pupation but I got tired of everyone he ever met being 5 feet taller than him when I’d always envisioned him as unusually big for a lowblood, so I went a bit higher than I’d first planned, when he pupated. it was futile and made no difference, except now there is a subset of people 2-3 feet shorter than him, too.)

SCARS / MARKS: A tattoo at the base of his throat of a small bronze heart with Gamzee’s sign in purple on it, made to look like kintsugi. Nose-ring. No visible scars, since godtiering. Formerly, several across his lower back, hips, and a couple on his legs. A few smaller ones here and there, of varying origins.

ABILITIES / POWERS: High level communer, capable (at peak condition) of successfully communing with Gl’bgolyb and other horrorterrors. Some unexplored ability to affect weather and wind. Very good navigation abilities--he is almost impossible to disorient, even in the absence of normal planetary magnetic fields that would justify his direction-sense. Big ol’ wings.

RESTRICTIONS: Chronic depression wipes him the fuck out periodically. Too much contact, for too long, with a horrorterror could have significant adverse effects on him. Has active PTSD/triggers related to his past abuse. Cannot wear a normal fucking shirt, because wings and also horns.

𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂.

FOOD: Spicy cuisine above all.

DRINK: the Alternian rustblood equivalent of Mexican hot chocolate.

PIZZA TOPPING: Experimental. He’ll try most things.

COLOR: Red. Purple.

MUSIC GENRE: Electroswing.

BOOK GENRE: He’s not really much of a reader, but if he were and had had access to such things growing up, escapist fantasy would have been his jam.

MOVIE GENRE: Again, escapist fantasy is good. Even mindless superhero romps. His actual favorite movie, though, is Ferdinand, though he’s a little embarrassed to be criticized over it. He sees a lot of parallels to his own life in it, whether consciously or otherwise (and it is absolutely the story of a Page of Breath's journey).

SEASON: All of them are nice for different reasons. He does prefer warm weather to cold, though, especially since pupating with wings.

CURSE WORD: He actually almost never swears. It’s very rare for him, and he is most comfortable not using such language.

SCENT(S): Probably something cooking-related. Maybe a certain type of candle would have fond associations for him, too. The scents of home and security are always good. Petrichor.

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼.

BOTTOM OR TOP: Top-leaning switch.

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: Probably cannot carry a tune with both hands and a bucket, and isn’t really inclined to sing, but sometimes he whistles a little. Rap is a different story, of course.

LIKES BAD PUNS: Secretly, yes. Get him started and he’ll pun hard and long.

tagged by: N/A

tagging: Whoever wants to.

#((ooc: mun talks #//memes

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rustic-space-fiddle · 6 years ago

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Will there be any um.. romantic relationships amongst the gladers?

Nope, probably not. Romance wasn’t really a theme or plot point in the books, or the movies. I’m not even sure how “romantic” Thomas and Teresa will be. I didn’t really see their romance as well as most people, and after she betrayed him, it felt weird. The “romance” between them will most likely be really subtle. We’re not gonna get Thomas’s inner thoughts going “oml I love her so much look at her eyes agh”. Romance is not the most important part of the story; it’s about escaping the maze, surviving, confronting fear and pain, the importance of camaraderie.

However, if the reaction to the movies and books is any indication, I don’t think people will have a problem seeing a romantic subplot where there wasn’t intended to be, and to that I say: “Go right tf ahead my dude. Be free, my children. Ship tf outta them. This a America, after all. Be free.” *national anthem plays in the background*

But for real, even though there will likely not be any official romances, I don’t think that will be a problem for hardcore shippers. Like i said, people can and will ship anything and everything they need or want to, and anything the two ship-ees do will be adequate proof of their romantic entanglement.

If the powers of Shippers can ship things like Percy and Annabeth, Connor and Evan, Lance and Pidge, Sarah and Katherine, Pulitzer and a bag of thumbtacks, or the newsies, then there should be no problem shipping the Glader ships with the information given. :)

DISCLAIMER IN CASE I INADVERTENTLY OFFENDED ANYONE: I don’t hate anyone’s ships. That’s not why romance is taking a back burner in this musical. Shipping is lovely. I think some ships are great (Percabeth), I think some ships are not good (Connor and Evan; Connor was kind of a jerk and was mean to Evan so idk where tf people on this one), and some ships are just…. (*flash to Pulitzer and that bag of thumbtacks*)…. idek. But I do not hate any ships. People can ship what they want. Plz do not hate me for not putting ships!

#tmr musical #q and a

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izzyizumi · 7 years ago

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Taishiro Fic Notes: REPEAT? [10]

pt./Ch. 4, pt. 2 (also Ch. 10) (under the cut!) [previous parts’ notes] [original fic outline]

Pt./Ch. 4, pt. 2 + Ch. 10, (Shards) So in case if it wasn’t obvious, these two parts basically parallel each other, but they’re happening in different timelines. Ch. 4′s happens in [one of?] the “original” timelines (our main verse / canonverse or at least a canon-compliant verse) while Ch. 10 happens in Archaeology AU [this fic]. Basically, it’s Greymon vs Parrotmon battle in Hikarigaoka (reimagined) yeah. [specific dialogue notes] - ‘ Explosions. Everywhere, the sound of explosions ‘ happening at-scene too obviously but also [looks at Mugendramon arc] (I think Taishiro fans forget sometimes the battle from the first movie may have sounded like this, too ?? but they forget? but like hidden memories etc ....) - ‘ Kids his age - one, looks a bit taller, older ’ hi Jou ;A;/ (I thought this bit was obvious I hope) - ‘ others, younger? -- ’ hi the rest too (again) (also includes Mimi and Takeru, who aren’t referenced in the main fic often either, Takeru especially) - spotlights ok so there were some slight ... differences? between the movie version and the flashback version in the Hikarigaoka ep I thought (and also when recalled later) (during the Homeostasis scenes in canon Adventure) so this was to indicate the Chosen noticing something’s up yeah (of course they forget it all after in canon, too) basically, it’s them becoming ‘Chosen’ (which is also very important for this AU verse Koushiro who ... yeah) - ‘ He's staring not at the monster - or maybe he had been, but now he -- He was staring right at Taichi. ‘ hi tiny Koushiro’s awareness ..... - ‘ ("What do I do?!") ‘ hi ... timeloops effect ... (ok but what can they do? Koushiro feels helpless, too) - ‘ His baby sister. He has to protect her, he has to -- ‘ of course he’s naturally protecting Hikari too [in canon, too] but this is maybe meant to parallel his later protectiveness over Koushiro too (... even the canon kind of does it ??) (’Why won’t you let me fight [too]?!’) - ‘ A charred phone booth -- on the street, an overturned bus -- cars? -- ‘ hi the bus from Koushiro’s flashback (Hikarigaoka ep) (..... um) (cars) - ‘ The other boy looks about ready to cry, too. ‘ (i’m sorry Koushiro) [jump over to Ch. 10] - ‘ [electricity] ‘ hi ... Koushiro’s ... element (... that was natural though) (he’s spelling it out too) (also, Parrotmon = electric) (car ... = electric) (... also fire) - so in this verse Koushiro is also basically frantically trying to escape the wreck naturally too (timeloops effect isn’t helping though) - ‘ his mind still seems to be rational ’ again, natural + timeloops - ‘ I was enjoying myself up until now ’ Koushiro ... hopefully had a happy enough life [if an average child’s life] before the car accident happened (in canon, too?) (i’d like to hope anyway ;;) - ‘ ('There's still so much I don't understand...') ’ this is a common theme with Koushiro ... I’d imagine a tiny Koushiro would feel similar in this kind of situation too ... - ‘ a tiny family ’ sometimes others give the Izumis more living relatives [grandparents, etc.] but considering they were already ‘distant relatives’ and no one else is ever mentioned I’m ... not sure it’d be more than just them [Koushiro, Yoshie/Kae + Masami?] otherwise, wouldn’t Koushiro’s hypothetical distant family members have had more impact upon his life at all re: the adoption thing ... ?? (hmm) (yeah I think it’s just them I’m sorry) (considering a lot of the issues related to his adoption + what he likely angsted about....) - ‘ [contact] with their distant relatives - ’ (hi Izumi family ;A;/) - ‘ -- and he didn't have a ton of possessions, he wasn't spoiled, after all -- ’ relates back to the beginning - Koushiro’s overall lack of possessions before Koushiro gets hyper involved with tech and his office in Tri I imagine as a kid he really didn’t need / want / ask for much this is kind of implied in a Vamdemon arc episode, when Mrs. Izumi talks on the phone iirc / basically Koushiro is a polite, good kid who doesn’t ask for much [but also his adoption angst] before his adoption though I don’t think he’d be spoiled otherwise too though like ... he’s never implied to have an attachment to like. anything. (that isn’t the computer) - ‘ ('LIVE--!!') ’ an important theme overall, yes (... I did not actually intend the Daiken/Kensuke parallel but. it happens) (why are Daisuke+Ken so great too ;;) - ‘ His legs hurt so much he feels like he's on fire, but he isn't (yet?) -- ('You know this is wrong!') ('You weren't here before--!!') ’ this comes back up in ch. 11 and various other points, too, concerning his legs so I figured if he was ever involved in the accident and it was that terrible he’d have some injuries/scars, yeah but I didn’t want it to be his eyes/face and he needs his hands for tech the back is a kind of obvious spot too but it didn’t feel right? ... so. that kind of left his legs ;; (but it kind of related to Mugendramon arc too so...) (there’s a scene in Mugendramon arc where they burst through the glass / debris and. yeah) ‘You know this is wrong!’ / ‘You weren’t here before--!!’ and that’s his subconscious picking up on timeloops yet again yup - ‘ (Or was he?) (Maybe he had forgotten.) ’ seriously where the heck WAS Koushiro on that night -- (... if the Izumis were a tiny family and no other relatives no one related to him would have been at his home right ..... while he was a ‘baby’ [maybe in the original they just meant young? they don’t even use the word ‘baby’ there] .....) (’distant relatives’ implies they didn’t see each other often maybe ....) (idek anymore who knows) (but yeah either they leave him with a babysitter / caretaker [??] or .....) - ‘ Looks up at the starry sky above him. ‘ so, that scene with Adventure Koushiro & Tentomon pointing at the starry sky in Tri? ;; ‘I Wish’? ;; - ‘ ("Please!! Please beat him--!!") The dinosaur's eye somehow moves -- -- looks straight at him. ’

Greymon ;; (if Greymon towers over everything enough that he can see Koushiro here) (even when fallen?) - ‘ Koushiro, on his back, the spotlight on him, catches his eye with a gasp of surprise. Just before the monsters' eye had moved -- -- a whistle had been sounded. ’ Greymon is seriously huge here, so even when fallen he towers Koushiro sees him just before (‘powerful?’) but then Greymon did fall briefly ... young Taichi’s blowing the whistle, yeah - ‘ The monsters' eye opens. ’ (Ch. 4 end) - ‘ ...[Koushiro] closes his eyes. ’ (Ch. 10 part/end) the parallel / crossover (also waking up / falling asleep) ... I haven’t fully decided, but depending probably timeloops effect crossed over these timelines and this happens (yeah) (so... little Taichi + Greymon indirectly [directly??] saves AU Koushiro / everyone ??) (at the least, if Taichi isn’t aware here yet in this point, Greymon definitely is) (..... depending [on AU circumstances], but let’s just say) (he can tell something’s up at the very least) (and maybe feels a need to protect AU Koushiro[s], too) (it also depends on if it’s the same Agumon [Tri implies it is, now....] but probably if it wasn’t Greymon here would still be involved on the side too he’s awesome like that?? [even if in a heartbreaking way]) [to be continued] (also the ending scenes of each to be elaborated on later too)

#izzyizumi posts #izzyizumi text posts #izzyizumi writing #izzyizumi fic notes #fic: repeat #taishiro

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nabongsun · 7 years ago

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I was tagged by @gimme-a-chocolate!!!!

rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people

last

1. drink – diet coke 2. phone call - i try to avoid talking on the phone but my dad 3. text message – my coworker texted me some bitmojis lol 4. song you listened to – it’s you by henry (live version) 5. time you cried – like half an hour bc of a book but it was happy tears lmao

ever

6. dated someone twice - no 7. kissed someone and regretted it – no 8. been cheated on - no 9. lost someone special - yes 10. been depressed – :))) oh boy have i 11. gotten drunk and thrown up – no and i intend to keep it that way

fave colours

12. purple!!!! like 78% of the things i own are purple 13. blue 14. green

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends – i suppose 16. fallen out of love - no 17. laughed until you cried – i only do that when im really tired but yes 18. found out someone was talking about you – .....no? 19. met someone who changed you – ...no? 20. found out who your friends are – YES 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list – no lmao

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl – all of them?? do ppl actually have fb they dont know... 23. do you have any pets - one (1) pup 24. do you want to change your name - sometimes i think about it but what would i change it to tbh 25. what did you do for your last birthday – got japanese food and walked around tj maxx while tipsy lmao 26. what time did you wake up today – 9am 27. what were you doing at midnight last night – might have been asleep? i dont even remember tbh if not then i was on my phone 28. what is something you cant wait for – ......until i actually enjoy life lmao 30. what are you listening to right now – youtube mix of music idk 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom – yea 32. something that’s getting on your nerves – not having any time to do the things i enjoy 33. most visited website – tumblr, twitter, goodreads, youtube 34. hair colour - dark brown 35. long or short hair - medium 36. do you have a crush on someone - nope 37. what do you like about yourself – good question 38. want any piercings? – i kind of really want a rook piercing but idk i dont wear anything in my other holes so isk 39. blood type - a?? i think 40. nicknames - spike, sassy, surah 41. relationship status – single as hell 42. zodiac - virgo 43. pronouns - she/her 44. fave tv shows – atla, fmab, kdramas, 45. tattoos – i really want some but it’ll have to wait till when i dont live with my parents lmao 46. right or left handed - righty 47. ever had surgery – nope 48. piercings - i have three on each ear lobe 49. sport – none? 50. vacation - anywhere 51. trainers - idek what this is asking tbh

more general

52. eating – i had dip for dinner like 2 hrs ago? 53. drinking – should be drinking water 54. i’m about to watch – nothing...im gonna read lol 55. waiting for - tomorrow 56. want – to be happy 57. get married - is this asking if i want to if i am....bc im not but i would like to be in the future i guess 58. career – wish i had one tbh

which is better

59. hugs or kisses - kisses 60. lips or eyes - eyes 61. shorter or taller - taller 62. older or younger - neither lmao 63. nice arms or stomach - ARMS 64. hookup or relationship - relationship 65. troublemaker or hesitant - idk???

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger - no 67. drank hard liquor - yes 68. lost glasses – i dont need glasses so..... 69. turned someone down – no 70. sex on first date – nope 71. broken someone’s heart – doubtful 72. had your heart broken – no 73. been arrested – no omg 74. cried when someone died - yes 75. fallen for a friend – nah

do you believe in

76. yourself – no???? if i did, i think i would be in a very different situation rn 77. miracles - not really 78. love at first sight - nooooooo 79. santa claus - no 80. kiss on a first date - yes 81. angels – no

other

82. best friend’s name – kayla 83. eye colour – brown 84. fave movie – good question tbh....used to be lotr but idk if i can say that anymore 85. fave actor – ever???????? idk if i have one.

#sarah.txt #some of these questions confuse me so much bc idk what they are asking #and i dont know who to tag lmao

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kimtaehyungruinedmylife · 7 years ago

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Get To Know Me

Tagged by @cafeeumpasteldenata!! honestly i’ve done so many of this i think my followers wants to un-know me lmao

Name: Jaylee

Gender: Female

Star sign: Aquarius ^^

Height: 169cm?? last i check idk how long ago lmao

What’s your middle name?: Mun

Put your music library on shuffle. What are the first 6 songs that popped up? 1. PENTAGON - Violet 2. iKon - Rhythm Ta 3. Van Ness Wu - 屬於你和我之間的事 4. Mike Perry - The Ocean 5. DBSK - 明日は来るから (OT5!!!) 6. BTS - So 4 More

Listen to these songs guys it’s really nice ;;

Grab a book nearest you and turn to page 23. What is line 17?: The only pieces of papers i have right now are my notes that i’m studying for my exam so… but if you still insist, then it’s “invoke strong emotional responses and motivate commitment and action by others” :/ I’m studying global branding and marketing lmao

Ever had a poem or song written about you?: if it’s intended for me then no. if something i can relate to, then yes

When was the last time you played air guitar?: wtf is an air guitar???

Who is your celebrity crush?: lmao i have a lot but if you mean like real, real crush, those that actually made me drop everything for them, then it’s jinho… it’s not even taehyung idek why

What is a sound you hate? Love?: sounds that i hate: children. basically children, anything they do. sounds that i love, the rain, the ocean, music, people laughing

Do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?: yes for both, although aliens less. i’ve had my own experiences with ghosts so i do believe in them

Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?: I drive! and no i’ve never crashed… so far ㄱ_ㄱ hopefully will never crash lmao because the car i’m driving is not mine

What was the last book you read?: my global branding textbook, the subject i’m studying now for exams

Do you like the smell of gasoline?: nope nope nope…

What was the last movie you saw?: Last movie i saw in the cinema, IT. Last movie i watched (anywhere), confessions of a shopaholic

What’s the worst injury you’ve had?: I had a big gash on my knees once because i was playing tag with the boys in my primary school. and smart-me then i played on a tarred road ._. istg the teachers are so done with me they literally bought meds specially for me smh i was never a good student

Do you have any obsessions right now?: i’m obsessed with k-pop?? addicted more like.

Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?: it depends on the person. if i know i won’t be seeing them again, then no i don’t hold grudges. if it’s those whom i see often then yes i’m fcking petty. whether i forgive them or not really depends. sometimes i can forgive and sometimes i can’t, but i will never forget, that’s for sure. but i don’t do revenges that’s a waste of my time. i believe in karma

Are you in a relationship?: yes… an imaginary one LMAOOO no shit who would want to date me

i tag: @flirtyxyanan, @yeo1/ @minpoong, @pentaelfs, @naganoprince, @jeoncutie, @jeonggukk <3 <3 only if you guys wanna do it tho</p>

#me #tag games #<3 <3 #thank you for tagging me!!

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dapperfvck-arc · 7 years ago

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✖ You have such an amazing John, and I kinda feel bad that I haven't been able to read the comics or had access to the movie. I don't have that much experience with RP, and on other platforms no one had ever gone into that much detail like you do sometimes. I feel like I won't be able to write enough or write a strong enough response. I see selective and I feel like I might not be up to your standards. I have anxiety about this sort of thing a lot. I just wish I was braver. Sorry to bother you.

Send a ‘✖’ if you are intimidated by me

Bonus: Include what happens to be intimidating about me!

Real talk. I secured a URL for this blog within reading like Idek. Six issues of Hellblazer. I was basically in love within an issue or two like “wow he’s awful. I love him.” Now mind you, I’d already been RPing for a couple years on tumblr. Honestly though, my first placeholder url ( experimental-user, which I had fully intended to change when I started threading but kept for a brief time because it made sense to me as vaguely fitting ) should have said enough that I was a bit insecure writing him at first. Anyway, I was reading the comic for the first five months I wrote John, the main Vertigo series, graphic novels, specials, miniseries, and for the record I torrented all of it. Also read Justice League Dark, but we don’t talk about that because it was abysmal and John’s characterization was a fucking mess ( but they did Zee worse, so that’s a thing ). I learned John as I went, to be quite honest. While I can’t say if I made any missteps in my characterization in the early months, I know there was a lot of hesitation on my part.

My point is this: We’re all learning as writers and RPers. The only reason I’m a competent writer is because I’ve been doing so for years. Certainly not all of it has been RP and I feel like it showed in my earliest forays on tumblr. There were communication problems and stubbornness on my end because I wasn’t as good as improvising as I thought I was. It took me a long while to get to the point I’m at and there are still moments I’m like “wtf am I doing? lol”. Now admittedly, am I good for an uncertain newbie? Signs point to who the fuck knows because I can be very serious and not fun at all. I’ll admit to getting very nervous when someone is intimidated by me because I never mean to do that to anyone. Honestly, I rarely think there’s anything that special about my writing. It swings between blunt as a head shot and vaguely pretentious. More the latter than I care to admit. I’m selective because yes I concede to having standards but they’re not like…super high. I just want partners to be coherent and respectful and I like the way they portray their muse. That and I rarely RP with doubles due to my compulsion toward world building and I can’t continuously compartmentalize versions. I’m just not that good, I suppose. Lastly, I’m slow and I work. I know everyone has their own speeds so I want everyone to be copacetic with the fact that I may not always reply to a thread within 48 hours but that doesn’t mean I’m dropping it. ( and of course I have my people that I generate high volumes of threads with and I don’t want people to think I just always stick with my clique, there’s just a lot going on behind the scenes. )

Anyway, this is getting to be rambly and a bit of a downer(?) when I want it to be a pep talk or whatever. I’m gonna leave you with with the fact that you can read Hellblazer for free here. The site is ugly, sorry, but it’s less a hassle than seeking out torrents. Side stories and specials you’ll have to search on the site separately. The movie streams from time to time on Netflix or Hulu. It’s not right now, tho. So Idek what to tell you with that. There are a lot of free streaming sites that you can probably find it on, tho, if you know where to look. I personally caved and bought it on iTunes. Their digital copies are generally about the same price as a DVD. That being said I don’t insist people read the comic or watch the movie to RP with me. It just helps. The reason I am so vocal about being based on the comic is due to the popularity of the TV series and the fact that I don’t have anything to do with it. I don’t want people to get it twisted, you know?

#idk some bloody punter ( anon )#do you need a light too? ( asks answered )

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Checkmate (ch2)

oliver/adrian & olicity || ao3 || mature || angst || 2679 || more fics

summary: Oliver is trying to move forward with his life. He wants Felicity to be happy, but he also wants happiness for himself. He thinks he might find this happiness with Adrian. chapters: 2/? chapter word count: 1447 a/n: this took me so long to write and idek why, but here we go....

disclaimer: This is a season five rewrite. It is going to feature Oliver/Adrian. The relationship between Adrian and Oliver is a manipulative and abusive one. That’s canon and it continues in this fic, but in a different way. The farther the story goes the closer it’s going to get to an Olicity ending, but if you are not interested in Adrian/Oliver then I suggest you skip this story.

Oliver found himself in a position he didn’t think he would be in again. He was on a first date. After finding out that Felicity was dating someone new, and apparently had been for awhile, he decided he owed it to himself to take a chance. He was still very much in love with Felicity and he figured that part of him always would be, but it was time to move forward.

It felt strange to be on a date after being a taken man for what felt like eons. He knew it was less than a year, but he had been ready to marry her.

“You okay?” Adrian asked as he sat down across from him.

Oliver sighed, “Just thinking.”

“Looked like it was more than that.”

Adrian leaned forward on the table, his deep blue-green eyes looking at him expectantly. Oliver sucked in a deep breath. He wasn’t sure why, but he did feel like he could talk to Adrian. He was kind and was the first person to pull him out of his shell in a while. There was really no point in stuffing away his feelings, right?

“I was just thinking that it’s the first time I’ve been on a date in awhile. It feels weird,” he let out a slow breath.

Adrian’s brows went up, “It’s not because….” he motioned at himself.

He felt heat creeping up his neck, “I’ve never been on a date with another man before, no, but,” he drummed his fingers on top of the table, “I guess everything is a bit new.”

It wasn’t a lie. Although, he and Tommy had a…. thing when they were younger, they never went out in the open like this.

Adrian gave him a charming smile, “It’s okay. It’s just a date,” he reached across the table and touched his hand gently, “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Oliver felt a slight thrill when he touched him. He missed being touched, craved it, but he knew he wasn’t going to take this fast. There was a part of him that was utterly terrified to be putting himself out there like this.

“Okay,” he smiled, “Thank you.”

His eyes flickered down to Adrian’s hand for a moment. He noticed a pale line on his ring finger as if a wedding ring had once sat there. Adrian followed his gaze and let out the softest sigh.

“It’s been a long time,” he said softly.

“Sorry.. I didn’t mean to stare,” Oliver bit down on his lip.

He was doing a fantastic job so far.

“It’s fine,” Adrian continued, “I lost her a couple years ago,” he looked up and met Oliver’s gaze, “She was working in the glades when….”

Oliver felt a pang in his chest. A mix of guilt and sympathy flooded him. “I’m so sorry,” he said quietly, “I… I lost someone too.”

Adrian squeezed his hand. For a moment he actually felt comforted. Adrian’s touch was gentle and sweet. It kept him grounded.

“Sorry,” he said, “This is such a heavy topic for a first date…. and we haven’t even ordered yet.”

Oliver shook his head, “It’s alright.”

He vividly remembered the last first date he went on with Felicity. Their topics had been heavy too, but it had been so easy to talk to her. Just like it was easy to talk to Adrian. He barely knew Adrian, but they seemed to have a lot in common. It was strange, yet refreshing.

Their conversation took a turn for the lighter for the rest of the evening. He found himself relaxing during wine drinking and enjoying their meal. Oliver laughed as they talked. He smiled genuinely for the first time in months. After dinner, they walked together down the sidewalk. It was a quiet night, only a few other people on the street, and the traffic light beside them.

“Thanks for this,” Oliver looked to Adrian, “It was nice.”

“Maybe we can do it again,” Adrian said as they rounded a corner.

He only had to think about it for a moment, “Yeah…. Yeah I would like that a lot.”

They reached Adrian’s car and stopped in front of it. Adrian said they wouldn’t do anything that he didn’t want to do. And he had intended to take this slow. But the pounding of his heart and the sweatiness of his palms told him that his plan was going down the drain. As he stood in the light of the moon and looked into the other man’s eyes, all he wanted to do was kiss him. Oliver swallowed down his worries and leaned in, pressing his lips against Adrian’s. Warmth washed over him as Adrian kissed him back.

He felt a tingle that started in his fingertips and spread to his nose and toes. Adrian’s hands moved up, resting behind his head. Oliver kissed his lower lip, but kept it sweet and soft. It was Adrian that nipped at his lip, causing him to groan and part his lips. He slipped his tongue into Oliver’s mouth, tasting him. It felt like it had been forever since he’d been kissed like this and god he wanted more.

When they finally pulled back from each other, they were panting heavily.

“Do you want to come back to my place?” Adrian asked.

Part of him really wanted to, but he needed to show some restraint, “Not tonight,” he whispered.

“Take your time,” Adrian replied.

He leaned up and stole another kiss before letting go and moving around to the driver’s side of the car.

“Good night, Oliver,” he said, “See you at work tomorrow.”

Oliver blushed and nodded, “Good night.”

When he went into work the next morning, Oliver received a lot of looks from his staff, but he had no idea why. It wasn’t until Thea came into his office and slammed down one of her crappy celebrity magazines, that he knew what was up.

“This is the last thing I expected to see this morning,” Thea said.

On the cover was a huge photo of him kissing Adrian. His eyes went wide and his cheeks turned bright red.

“At least he’s hot,” she said, shaking her head, “But now you’re the center of the scandal of the century…. again.”

Oliver never thought he would make the pages of these magazines again. Sure, he and Felicity had gotten a page or two during the fake wedding last year, but this was something else. This was a full front page and a complete article, including quotes from people who saw them on the street last and in the restaurant last night. Thea was right, it was a scandal. He was dating one of his staff members, he was dating someone of the same sex, and add those two things together with his playboy past and you get an explosion of tabloid goodies.

“Great,” he sighed, pushing the magazine away.

He was scared of what everyone was going to think. Oliver really liked Adrian and now it might be ruined because of some stupid paparazzi. He knew he was mayor, but why did everyone have to still be so into his business? It wasn’t like he was a pain in the ass twenty-something anymore.

He sighed heavily and kept his gaze away from his sister.

Thea reached forward and took his hand, “Hey,” she said softly, “I don’t care what any magazine says. If you’re happy that’s all that matters.”

“I like him a lot, Speedy,” he whispered, “It was only one date, but….”

“Sometimes that’s all you need,” she said honestly.

Oliver finally looked up to meet her gaze, “Since when did you become all grown up.”

“Awhile ago, you just weren’t paying attention,” she teased.

A knock at the door interrupted them, “Mayor Queen, the DA is here to see you.”

“And that is my cue to leave,” she said, but took a moment to lean in and kiss his cheek, “Don’t mess it up.”

Thea practically skipped past Adrian as he came in.

“Ah, I’m not the only one to see the news today,” he nodded to the magazine.

“Yeah,” Oliver picked it up and threw it into the trash, “It doesn’t matter.”

Adrian smiled, “I’m glad you think that. I was worried you would reject my invitation for tonight.”

Oliver raised a brow.

“My place, a movie, and maybe I cook you dinner,” Adrian said, pressing his palms into Oliver’s desk.

Their faces were only inches apart. Instead of answering with words, Oliver leaned forward, closing the last few inches between them and kissing him gently.

Adrian smiled against his lips, “I’ll see you at seven.”

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