#idk if that's what this is but i. i honestly can't tell if this is a joke

[spentgladiator]

I love Valentine's Day. I'm a server, and have been for many years, so I get a peep into many different relationships and the thing about Valentine's Day in particular is.

Couples that dont go out together anymore, don't spend time together anymore and don't really like each other any more still go out on Vday because of the obligation (she needs to be able to tell the girls he took her to a nice dinner to keep up the facade of a happy marriage, he needs to say he did something or else the cute girl at the office who asks what he and his wife did might think he's an asshole) and those are the couple's you can spot a mile away.

They're usually in the 40-60 range but not always, when the kids are young they can feasibly get away with not doing something because they can't find a babysitter or equal excuse, so the kids are grown enough to have one stay home and mind the others. The body language will be stiff, rigid and deeply uncomfortable, as though they are sat across from some kind of creature or perhaps a beast. One or both will likely be looking at their phone a lot more than you would expect a couple at a romantic dinner. The conversation will be sparse, unemotional, very logistics based rather than anything intimate or emotional. They'll be "dressed up" like a business meeting, nothing sexy or fun and the vibes within fifteen feet of that table will be RANCID.

Any other night of the year and these people would be holed up on opposite ends of the house keeping themselves occupied, maybe she's out with some friends and he's practicing his golf swing on a simulation somewhere idk what straight men do honestly. They are strangers to each other, worse yet, strangers with BAGGAGE. they will both be totally impervious to your charm and attempts at being friendly and warm to lighten the mood, (alternatively, she will cling to you like a life vest as a source of any positive interaction, her eyes screaming 'please can I just hang out with you instead')

You wonder if you even need to put ice in their drinks cause with how cold they both are it's likely the drink would freeze in their hand anyway.

As for how these two make it through other special occasions - other people. Think about it.... Christmas brings children and relatives and friends, birthdays, Holidays, they never have to spend that time alone together. Valentine's Day stands out as a time when just the two of them HAVE to do something, lest they admit to themselves and each other that the love between them had died long ago.

This couple is not special. I see a few of them every Vday, you just have to try your luck if you wanna spot them. I recommend hopping, drinks and appys at one spot, main course at one spot, dessert at another to maximize your chances at spotting one. Just make sure you call ahead and book your tables!

[warlocksoup]

LOOPED: MIYA ATSUMU

she's stuck in a loop: texting him late on a friday night, letting him into her bed, clinging to him, silently begging for him to stay, only for him to leave again.

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tags/warnings: friends with benefits, implied love triangle, angst, hooking up, unhappy ending, kinda softcore smut but no actual smut, hardly proofread, mdni

word count: 2.2k

an: thinking abt starting a gen taglist for works like this since im planning on pivoting away from writing a bunch of series and focusing more on things like this. idk. let me know what you think if you want i can't make you. also do i think this is my best writing? no but writing has been so hard lately im proud of myself for getting this out

Atsumu likes to hold her after they fuck. 

His bare leg is hooked over her hip, and his arm is thrown over her shoulder, pulling her into his chest. It’s hot under her sheets, and Astumu’s skin is coated in a thin layer of sweat. It’s humid and unbearable, but she bears it, holding onto him by his waist, because it’s the only time he’s like this with her. 

“Thank you,” he says, and he tucks her head under his chin. His eyes are closed, and he lets out a long, deep breath. “I needed that.” 

He thanks her like she did him a favor. Her arms go a bit tighter around his waist, and she presses her ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Yeah,” she mumbles, her cheek pressed flat against his skin. “Anytime.” 

Atsumu runs a hand over the back of her head, smoothing down her hair. His fingers continue, dragging slowly down the center of her spine. “Do you mind if I stay for a little while?” he asks, voice dropping to a raspy whisper that makes her feel so desperate that shame boils just under his touch. 

Her eyes close. “No,” she says, her lips brushing against his bare chest as she speaks. “You can stay for as long as you want.” 

It’s like this every week. She always expects it to be different, and it never is. Every week, when it feels like it’s been dark for too long and she’s alone and can’t sleep, she texts him after she promised herself she wouldn’t. Sometimes he responds and says he’ll be right over, sometimes he replies and says he can’t. Sometimes he shows up without saying anything at all. 

It’s been like this for a while. Long enough for her to feel embarrassed that she’s letting him drag her along like this. 

He hums, and she can feel vibrations throughout his chest. “You’re so soft,” he tells her, “it makes it hard to leave.” 

Atsumu will leave, though. Before the morning comes, he’ll be out the door without saying a word to her. It doesn’t seem very difficult, when he does go. He always peels her off of him like she’s some piece of dirty laundry and slinks out of the room when he thinks she’s fallen asleep. 

His breathing steadies like he’s slipping into sleep. She tilts her chin forward, and places a soft kiss on the center of his chest. She won’t be able to sleep. She’s too wired, it’s too hot, and her neck lays uncomfortably on top of the pillow. When the morning comes she’s going to be sore and tired, and it will be a strain to get anything done. 

Her eyes close, and she’s sure that Atsumu’s knocked out when she whispers, “You don’t have to leave, y’know.” 

He doesn’t say anything. She wasn’t expecting him to. She keeps her eyes closed, and thinks of his warmth, trying her best to avoid thoughts of it disappearing when the morning comes. 

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Atsumu stands at the edge of her bed and pulls on a pair of sweatpants. “I’m sorry to leave so soon,” he tells her, thumbs tucked under the waistband as they settle at the bottom of his hips. “I have to be at the gym so goddamn early tomorrow.” 

Her legs are crossed underneath the blanket and she sits upright, holding the pillow he usually sleeps on against her lap. “”S okay,” she tells him, watching as he grabs his hoodie off of the floor and throws it on over his head. “I’m not offended or anything.” 

“Honestly, I probably shouldn’t have come over tonight,” he confesses, and now she’s starting to feel a bit of a sting. “I just really needed to see you tonight.” 

She doesn’t know how to feel about this. She shuffles a bit, an indiscernible feeling settling uncomfortably over her skin. Atsumu doesn’t say things like that. She doesn’t know how to react. “Is something wrong?” 

Atsumu freezes, placing his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt. His expression is screwed up, knotted. Something is wrong. She leans forward, like she’s expecting him to whisper it in her ear, like he’s about to profess something profound and close to his chest. But Atsumu just shakes his head, “Nah, it’s nothing,” he says. He pats the pockets of his sweatpants. “Have you seen my phone?” 

She’s disappointed, but she doesn’t know why. She leans back and reaches towards her nightstand, yanking her phone off the charger and dialing Atsumu’s number. She knows it by heart, and hopes that he doesn’t notice. It buzzes from under her sheets. 

He leaves half past midnight, forty minutes after he got there. She can’t sleep once he’s gone. She stays up, scrolling mindlessly through her phone, trying to wear down her mind, make it too tired to keep thinking of him. 

Sakusa texts her. Five minutes past one. “Was Atsumu at your place?” 

She ignores it. 

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Atsumu lies on his side, and draws patterns on her bare stomach with the tip of his finger. She doesn’t say anything, out of fear of making him stop. She watches him instead, watching his face as he stares down at her midriff. He has this slight smile on his face, and it makes her feel pleasantly uneasy.

“I like your stomach,” he tells her. “I think it’s my favorite part of you.” 

The smile that grows on her face must give her away. She’s grateful for how occupied he is with her skin. “You have a favorite part of me?” 

“Yeah, I mean, I like all of you,” Atsumu tells her. “But I do have favorites. Your stomach, your nose, your thighs, fuck, just so much of you,” he sighs, as if overwhelmed. “I mean, a man can only take so much.” 

She doesn’t think it’s fair, that she’s expected not to fall in love with him when he says things like that. So unabashedly, completely unprompted. And there is this small part of her that kind of resents him, for things like this, saying all of that when he’s going to leave her before the morning comes. But she likes it more than she could ever hate it. So she smiles, and she says, “I don’t think I could pick my favorite part of you,” and means it more than she should. 

Atsumu’s hand stops, and he looks up at her. He grins, and it makes her stomach flip. 

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It’s fifteen minutes to midnight, and she’s pacing in her bedroom, trying not to look at her phone. She texted him twenty minutes ago, and she thinks if she keeps herself from looking at her phone, it’ll make him respond quicker. She can’t back her logic, but she’s well past the point of reason. 

He hadn’t talked to her all week. Which, she tries to tell herself, isn’t too weird. He’s busy. He’s a professional athlete. He has better things to do than entertain her and her whims, and what is she to him, really, besides a person to sleep with? They weren’t that close when they started hooking up, and it’s not like the fucking as brought them closer together. 

But still, her stomach knots up with nerves. She feels like something’s wrong. Maybe she gave him too much of herself. Maybe he doesn’t want as much of her as she’s willing to give. 

Her phone vibrates against her nightstand, and she nearly breaks a toe rushing to answer it. On her home screen is a notification from him. 

Can’t make it tonight. Sorry. 

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She always tries to give Atsumu what he wants. He likes it when she begs, so she begs. She gets down on her knees and begs to please him. He likes the feeling of her on top of him, thighs squeezing on either side of his hips, so she climbs on top of him, not stopping when her thighs start to burn. He likes it wet, so it’s wet. His hair tugged, his neck nibbled on, his back scratched. Whatever he likes, she gives it to him. 

And he keeps making these small little grunts of pleasure and his eyes are fluttering, but Atsumu feels far away. Unimpressed with the way her body moves against his. His hands lay lazily on her hips, not gripping tightly on her flesh. He doesn’t whisper praise in her ear. He doesn’t bite down on his lip and tell her yes, he likes it like that, keep doing that. He’s quiet, withdrawn. 

She keeps trying to give him more, and more, desperation clawing on the inside of her chest. But Atsumu gives her nothing. He takes what she offers silently, and it starts to feel like he’s keeping his eyes closed to avoid looking at her. 

After, he doesn’t hold her. Atsumu lies on his back with his hands tucked under his head, staring at her ceiling. He doesn’t say anything. 

Her body feels like it’s burning. She feels humiliated. The silence is bad but she thinks talking might be worse. She doesn’t want him to leave but she doesn’t want him to stay if it’s going to be more of this. The air is so thick she thinks she might choke on it. 

Atsumu turns his head to look at her. “Have you talked to Omi recently?” 

The question shocks her so badly she turns her head to him, face scrunched up in confusion. “What?” 

He shrugs. “He hasn’t been talking to me lately. I was just wondering if he said anything to you.” 

Her head straightens out and she looks back up at the ceiling. “He texted me the other week and asked if you were here. I didn’t know if I should tell him or not, and it didn’t really seem like any of his business, so I just didn’t respond.” 

Atsumu hums. “I think he’s jealous of you.” 

“Do you want him to be?” she asks at once, and then regrets it. 

Atsumu doesn’t say anything to this. He gets quiet, and she has to bite down on her lip to keep herself from saying something else stupid. Somehow, the air gets heavier. 

“I’m sorry,” she says after a minute of silence. 

“It’s okay,” Atsumu says, and he doesn’t mean it. He leaves a minute later, and tells her it’s because he has an early practice, but she’s not stupid. 

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Atsumu presses her against her bedroom wall, and when she closes her eyes, all she can see is him and Sakusa, arm’s slung around each other’s shoulders in a post-victory celebration earlier that day. And the way Atsumu looked at him makes her feel rotten. It hurts to remember, and Atsumu pounding into her does little to distract from it. 

She’s the loser in this war, she thinks, arms around his shoulders and leg hooked over his hip, too disconnected from her body to feel anything. It doesn’t matter how many times Atsumu has crawled back into her bed and held her against his chest. It doesn’t matter how in love with him she is. It’s always Sakusa. It’ll always be Sakusa. 

He holds her tightly after, their legs tangled together and his cheek resting on the top of her head. His phone’s in his pocket and it keeps buzzing. Atumu ignores it, and she can’t stop herself from thinking that it’s him.

She swallows. Her throat feels dry. “Someone keeps texting you,” she says, because she wants him to acknowledge it. 

Atsumu inhales deeply. “Ignore it,” he says, “just lie with me.” 

She closes her eyes, and does as she’s told. 

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Can I come over tonight? 

He texted her first. He doesn’t usually, but he did. The notification popped up over a video the MSBY Black Jackals post-match. Meian’s giving a courtside interview, but just behind him, she can see Atsumu and Sakusa, shoulders squared and tensed, keeping a strict distance from each other as they exit the court. She can feel the chill through the screen of her phone. 

She doesn’t know what it is that holds the both of them back from each other. Maybe it’s her. Maybe Sakusa doesn’t realize that Atsumu would drop her immediately if Sakusa ever asked him to. 

She’s always known that he would, though. Whatever she has to offer doesn’t seem to compare to Sakusa. She’s just a temporary fix, really. Just something to hold Atsumu over until Sakusa realizes this. 

She taps on the notification, and her conversation with Atsumu pops up. For a second, she scrolls through it. Minimal talking, mostly texts from her, with late responses from him. She can see it there, how much Atsumu doesn’t care about her. It doesn’t matter if he asks to come over or tells her he loves her stomach or how hard it is for him to leave. He just doesn’t care about her. Not the way she cares about him. 

Her thumbs hover over the keyboard for a moment, paused in contemplation, before she types out a quick, yeah, sure, and hits send without thinking anymore about it.

If Sakusa hasn’t figured it out yet, then she’s not about to help him. She’ll just keep giving and giving, until there’s nothing left to give.

[mysticdreamdrafts]

Satoru Gojo | Boyfriend Headcanons

Here we are again with more headcanons. I know, it's like all I do, shudDUP YOU DON'T NEED TO TELL ME BUT I LIKE IT. Here's some Gojo today because i wanted to. As always it's Pre-Trauma but my boy always has trauma ya feel? ---- -Shows up literally outta no where -Like you thought you had privacy? Not with him ya don’t -And I don't mean like invasion of privacy -- he's respectful -But outta everyone in the world, he chose you as his person so you're IT ya feel me? -He's sorta standoffish at first. I think because he doesn't really know how to be a boyfriend really -He thinks it's a homie but more -Be ready to teach him a lil bit -You like flowers? oh okay, here's flowers all the time -You like music? Okay, he bought you this vinyl of your favorite artist -Don't have a vinyl player? Let's go shopping for one -honestly it's cute i wanna throw up -He's very handsy - skinship is everything to him -He loves to hold your hand in public -Arm draped over you because look at his ass, he's tall so you're the PERFECT height for him to just hang off of -If you're tall, also a plus because seeing eye-to-eye would be just everything to him -Cute lil photos -Selfies out the ass bro be ready to have to pose every 20 seconds dawg -Ya'll can't go anywhere without his phone being out for a photo or to update the world on what yall are doing -He just loves you okay? -When he's away he wants to see your face -You're literally his lock screen -Idk he just always wants to feel you're close, seeing it isn't enough -Speaking of, his eyes linger a whole lot -Those beautiful ocean-eyes want to see you in full -No glasses, no bandages, no blindfold -Your beauty is worth every second his eyes might get a little overworked -He just needs to know you're real -Doesn't understand why you chose him, so looking into your eyes, and just being able to see you means a lot to him -He's a face tracer -NOW HOLD ON HEAR ME OUT LOL -Delicate fingers tracing every dip and curve of your beauty is important for him -Reminds him you're real -You're his -You chose to be his, even throughout this world -Sure, he has pride -But having pride is nothing to having love -And having you is something he never knew he needed -But found that, after everything he's been through, it's everything he ever wanted -And more.

[theguarddogofallyourfeverdreams]

What kind of dog would each BH6 character be? And would it be the same kind you think they'd want to own?

OMG OMG my first request guys this is so exciting YIPPEE

tadashi hamada - golden retriever

"intelligent / friendly / devoted: The Golden Retriever, an exuberant Scottish gundog of great beauty, stands among America's most popular dog breeds. They are serious workers at hunting and field work, as guides for the blind, and in search-and-rescue, enjoy obedience and other competitive events, and have an endearing love of life when not at work. Goldens are outgoing, trustworthy, and eager-to-please family dogs, and relatively easy to train. They take a joyous and playful approach to life and maintain this puppyish behavior into adulthood."

i originally REALLY didn't want to write retriever for him because that would have been boring i mean just look at him anyone would think he's a retriever boy but i couldnt do it it was too much for me he just IS

the lucky cat cafe doesn't really have the capacity to welcome another inhabitant (hiro and tadashi are already crammed into one room!) so he doesnt have any pets.

however, when tadashi does move out into his own place i imagine he would go to the animal shelter to adopt instead of purposely looking for any breed, so he wouldn't necessarily own a golden retriever. that or he would rescue abused dogs from breeders or dogs used for animal testing. i feel like i can see him with a labrador or beagle because a lot of them are found in shelters (and the beagle's trusting nature makes them popular for animal testing :( ). while i HC him to have bad allergies i dont think he is allergic to animals. even though you can take pets to get microchipped i think tadashi puts gps tracking in his furry companion's collar or clothes like he does for hiro

hiro hamada - shiba inu

shibas are bratty and mischievous and if hiro doesn't give off shiba energy then idk

tbh i dont think hiro would be a dog person. like i think he would like giving them pets and belly rubs and all that but he wouldn't be up for the responsibility of taking care of them. like it's a whole life he's responsible for but he can't even take care of himself yet if anything i think he is more of a cat person and would prefer low-maintenance animal friends. plus he has to share a room with tadashi so it's not even like he can own any pets for another like 5-10 years and we KNOW hes not gonna move out of his house at 18 not in san fransokyo in this economy with 8$ ass matcha lattes

(assuming the economic state of the world canonically is similar to IRL bh6 canonically takes place sometime in 203x the USD has to be far more inflated than rn)

i like to think when hiro does age up and move out though he'd probably be a startup founder or some super high ranking engineer at a young ass age so he'd be super invested in his work because hes a robotics nerd like so much so that he almost doesn't have time for himself let alone a furry companion whose life and wellbeing he has to be responsible for

gogo tomago : german pinscher

"intelligent / courageous / vivacious : Sleek, shiny, and streamlined, GPs are a true dog lover's delight. They're eye-catching and elegant but in all ways honestly doggy's nothing fussy or exaggerated...There's nobility in the elongated, wedge-shaped head, and the dark eyes are alert and eager. GPs move with the kind of strong, free-and-easy gait that tells you this is a confident companion, up for anything the day might bring."

i think gogo would have something like a pinscher or a german shepard -- large, capable and vigilant watchdogs because her house is canonically in a shitty neighborhood and i think there has been several times where her dog has gotten her out of a troubling situation--when gogo cooks or grills meat she makes sure to share some with her buddy as a reward for their service and sometimes she also takes her friend on late night drives or motorcycle rides

gogo doesn't come by her friend via breeder nor animal shelter. the dog was just abandoned on the side of the road and she came across it one day on a leisurely drive. so she let the dog in her car and drove home. originally she didn't plan on keeping it: she calls her friends and anybody she knows if they want a dog-- they have no space in the house or they are too busy to welcome another friend into the household. she goes to the animal shelter in her neighborhood-- there is no more space. so she just goes home and they become great friends. there are very little beings for whom gogo has a soft spot and readily shows vulnerability to-- her furry friend being one of them.

honey lemon : saluki

"dignified / gentle / independent-minded: Salukis are swift and agile sprinters who love a good chase. They make gentle, dignified, and independent but loyal pets. The beauty of Salukis has been a thing of wonder for thousands of years. They're slim and leggy, but very strong and perfectly balanced, like a great athlete or dancer."

look me in my tumblrs eyes and tell me this build doesnt give honey lemon

i dont think honey lemon is a dog owner. like she wouldn't be opposed to it but she just hasn't gotten to it. she also lives in a dorm and dorms that allow pets are crazy hard to come by, so i imagine she wouldn't be allowed to keep any pets anyway. (but apparently MIT has cat-friendly dorms and SFIT is basically californian japanese MIT so who knows maybe). when she does move out from her dorm into an apartment i could see her owning a saluki or a pomeranian and she would give them cute little accessories and bows to wear. i think she would match outfits with them for a coffee run or something. i could also see her as an aviculturist because of her care for the environment

wasabi: tibetan mastiff

"reserved / independent / intelligent: Watchful, aloof, imposing, and intimidating: The ancient Tibetan Mastiff is the guardian dog supreme. These densely coated giants are mellow and calm around the house, sweetly devoted to family, and aloof and territorial with strangers. Coming face to face with this ancient behemoth, an intruder up to no good will likely move on to easier pickings."

wasabi might be tall big and extremely vigilant and careful of strangers and thus intimidating, but i think he's the type to like little animals. like a gentle giant. because of his extreme need to be clean and organized 24/7 he probably wouldn't own a tibetan mastiff cus mastiffs drool everywhere and all the goddamn time. as a matter of fact he probably wouldn't own a dog (and apparently according to one of the bh6 games he lives in an apartment so he might not even be allowed to) i do think he would own a bunny and even some frogs, whose enclosures he makes sure are neat and tidy all the time. like he'd instantly start cleaning the bunny's cage after a single dropping.

fred : basset hound

DO YOU SEE MY VISION I DONT THINK I NEED TO ELABORATE

fred doesn't really mind whatever breed his furry companion is. his mom might have qualms about owning "unsightly" breeds, but he's the heir of their billion-dollar family fortune so he really doesn't give any fucks cus he has fuck you money and his parents care more about his happiness so they end up shutting up pretty quickly.

one day fred randomly thought about getting a non-human sidekick so heathcliff brings him a tablet displaying a bunch of purebred breeders near them. except he looked at all of them for a few seconds and got bored and headed for a nearby animal shelter. he goes there to see all the animals they have and he instantly looks at this basset hound whos minding their own business and napping while every other dog is jumping and clawing at the gate of their room. thats sooo me duuuude fred thinks and instantly tells the shelter worker that he wants that one

hear me out i totally headcanon fred as a stoner. i dont really think he smokes as much as he likes edibles. do you see where this is going one time his dog got into his stash of weed cookies or whatever and ended up getting stoned a la chop from gta v

bonus: baymax

feel free to comment if u think otherwise for them

MORE REQUESTS KEEP. EM. COMING. i need to pass my time faster

[royhasissues]

I'm gonna put this here bc I don't know if I'll ever write it.

I had an AU where Lethica was a queen and Marius her knight. He was essentially her body guard and was always at her side.

Marius is a human and not a vampire because that wouldn't make sense lol. Lethica is still a drow and she still wears her mask (the owl one). Honestly, she looks hot as hell in my mind lol. The mask has something to do with the beliefs of the kingdom and all that idk. Recently, someone mentioned that Marius should just worship Strygga if he gets a redemption arc, so I'm incorporating that because I didn't know what god to choose at first (I also know NOTHING about Strygga...).

Marius is wholly devoted to his queen and that devotion turns to love at some point during the fic. He has a lot of angst about this because she's literally the QUEEN lol. Not only is he not worthy of her (in his opinion), but she's also supposed to marry royalty and all that. He's guilty because it feels a bit like a betrayal of her trust to have such feelings... He does his best to quash these feelings and just do his job.

But he would do anything for her. I had some scenes where other ruler/viceroy/proxy were somewhat dismissive/rude to Lethica during a meeting and he gets all up in arms about it and Lethica has to tell him to relax lol.

Little does silly Marius know, but his feelings are requited. Lethica does not have such angst, but she does keep her feelings close to her chest for some time.

They have a lot of moments were they like almost say/do something, you know? Like they'll have a moment and stare just a little too long or he'll protect her and be very worried about her well-being. All that fun stuff! :D

Despite being her most trusted knight, Marius has not seen her face. Of course, there would be a scene where he does, and it would likely be quite similar to canon. It's so over for him after that because she's beautiful lol. I'm imagining him covering his eyes like, "My queen!!!"

Lethica instigates most of the time, she'll flirt and compliment him (praise kink) and he'll get all flustered but he doesn't reciprocate, obviously.

At some point marriage would be discussed between the two. Just that Lethica should marry a king at some point and Marius is all sad about it (but he can't let her know that! He tries to be very professional). Lethica doesn't give a shit about marrying royalty, she likes her little knight. He's confused about how blase she is about it. She doesn't tell him that it's because she's more interested in him.

At some point it would all come out and they'd get together. Marius assumes it's kind of a clandestine thing and that she'll still marry royalty some day. He would be wrong. She says Fuck the rules, I'll marry whoever I want. And Marius is like :O

Happy ending :)

Jericho is the court jester.

I did kind of think about the other characters, but I don't think they'd really be in it that much. This is about religious levels of devotion lol. My favorite Lethicus dynamic is Marius absolutely worshiping Lethica... heh.

I've had this idea for MONTHS and I love it a lot, but idk if I'll ever be able to write it :/

[theletterwsartflap]

Getting them ready for another photoshoot, actually.

[isogenderskitty]

i think it's interesting how steph is like... the nerds see her as part of the popular group, and sure we see her talking to the cheerleaders a little, but other than that she doesn't really seem to be one of them in the truest sense? i could fully believe that she feels like the tiniest bit of an outcast there, like she's just cool enough for max to give her a pass but she doesn't really click with them that well. she feels to me like the bridge between the popular ones and the nerds, which is appropriate i suppose for her place in the story.

[crabs-with-sticks]

At the suggestion of @pennabeast I call upon the council to help settle the matter of this ship name because as far as I can tell, nobody knows what to do.

[illegiblehandwriting1]

i love you flashbacks i love you pov shifts i love you nonlinear storytelling

[wintaebear]

okay but for real great did nothing wrong and i will die on this hill. he is not the best person and he has his flaws, but most of the bad things he has done were done in situations in which he was running on panic, legitimate fear for his life, trauma and/or not knowing what the fuck was going on + we know that if he actually knew that a bad thing was going to happen he would be trying his damnedest to change the outcome. even in the og version of events he still goes in to try and find nan. he still stands up to his family and wants nothing to do with them when he learns about their crimes. he's a fucked up person making fucked up decisions in fucked up situations, not the scum of the earth that a lot of people seem determined to paint him as

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

men are so disappointing in so many ways i know i shouldn't expect most of them to be dignified humans but it's crazy. i need to get over this guy he's making my sense of self crumble even faster than it usually does. like he's just so unlike my usual type and i'm pretty convinced he's stupid and slutty and not discerning whatsoever. not to mention boring like i know even if i did have a chance with him he wouldn't Get Me at all so it's a bigger waste of time that usual and i'm actually pretty tired of men in general and definitely tired of parasocial relationships because they drive me insane for months typically. thankfully it's only been like 2 weeks if that at this point. idk. sigh. i know literally virtually nothing abt him as a person and ofc liking any public figure who you know nothing about is only setting yourself for heartbreak and disappointment to begin with bc you already know nothing is gonna come from it but. in a way it's almost addictive to become obsessed with someone and not be looked at with the same level of scrutiny. i don't think anyone in real life would ever try to get to know me as much as i try to get to know people who i'll never even meet. lmao! but that's the thing... idk... i have a lot of love in my heart and it consumes me and i reject my pride usually when i'm into someone. i want to know more... like VORACIOUSLY consuming anything with information about them involved simply because i think knowing someone is a very deep form of love but of course you can never truly know anyone. not completely. and that scares me i think which is why it's always probably been easier for me to never really TRY to be with anyone or have anything real. idk. this turned into me psychoanalyzing myself real quick but SOMEONE needs to bc i need to understand what the fuck is wrong w me.

[arttsuka]

would you recommend ace attorney

Yes, definitely, absolutely

Some out of context screenshots from the original trilogy

[holyjost]

there's this phenomenon i've seen talked about where a product is finally being created for a market that wasn't previously being served, and the first response to it being an expectation of moral perfection, especially when the market in question is marginalized in some way (as women are in general, but especially in the world of sports). the product is held to a higher standard than the counterpart that serves the non-marginalized because people are projecting a sense of morality onto the product that they don't with the counterpart because the counterpart is (wrongfully) seen as neutral or apolitical because it represents the non-marginalized.

i'm not by any means saying everyone should shut up and take what they can get, but the threats of specifically boycotting over things that wouldn't result in any comparable amount of pushback if they happened in the nhl (which can actually afford to withstand a boycott and where changes made by a boycott would have a much bigger impact) is worth examining to me. also i don’t know how productive it is toward making the world a better and more inclusive place. is an approach to punishing one single individual having a net positive benefit when the approach could also harm women's sports at large. sometimes it feels like people just want to have a strong reaction in the moment because it makes them feel like a good person

[the-unconquered-queen]

Because I'm seeing cakegate on my dash again, let's stir up some old drama

[lafilleestmorte]

"Can I?"

Something twists in Toey's chest and it hurts. For all of his history of running away from his own feelings, P'Q, now that they are together, now that he is Toey's, is nothing but direct. He's gentle - he always has been - leading Toey softly forward in their relationship, asking if Toey is comfortable at every step. He looks at Toey so softly, his gaze lit by starlight.

Why does this hurt?

Maybe it's all too fast for Toey. He feels a little guilty for considering it, especially after his 2-year lovesickness being the cause of the entire scheme to get them together. Maybe it's just like when they kissed in the haunted house - Toey starts to panic when he isn't sure about what's going to happen next. But P'Q is being direct. The secluded guest room, the dim lights - it's extremely clear what he's talking about.

It's been too long. They've been standing in silence. What did Toey do then? Close his eyes? Lean in to kiss P'Q? Does that mean yes? Does he really want to say yes?

"we don't have to if you're not ready. Come on, toey, let's go to sleep"

The twisting feeling is still there, but when his boyfriend takes his hand, Toey doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around him. P'Q smells like paint thinner and cigarettes. Toey molds himself around his body, pulling himself in so tightly until his heart starts to steady again. P'Q's long fingers card through Toey's hair, and before he knows it, he's fast asleep.

[birdblorbo]

I'm back on my bullshit, here's the Loser's Club roller-skating

I went skating with my best friend and their younger sister the other night and it single handed threw me back into Loser's Club headcanons so here we fucking go.

Long Post

Bill: He's definitely skated with Georgie before and while he hasn't skating in a while (RIP Georgie I love you) it didn't take him long to get back into the motions of it (Just like riding a bike, pun partially intended). He loses his balance occasionally but always manages to stabilize before he's really in an danger of falling.

Stan: He's a natural. His first time skating he struggled for around five minutes and then all the sudden could skate as though he went every weekend, no one can explain it. Bill and him spend most of the time catching while they skate and matching each others pace. Bill will go check on someone if they fall while Stan pretends not to know them.

Richie: He's really good for some reason??? You'd think he'd be flailing around and falling constantly but he's the only one who can do those fancy turns (Where you put your feet in a triangle, idk man but I can't do it) and skate backwards (if you can skate backwards I hate you I can never figure it out). He likes showing off but in the process trips over children that fall while he's not looking.

Eddie: He can't skate and he's made about it. He is like a newborn deer on an icy road. He desperately grabs onto whatever loser is closest and refuses to leave the wall unless they let him hold onto them. Richie (and occasionally Stan while he skates by) keeps making fun of him and hallway through Eddie gets fed up and goes to sit out until Mike finally convinces him to try again and sticks with Eddie for the rest of the night.

Mike: He's not a pro but he's definitely not bad. He enjoys just slowly going around listening to the music the DJ plays. He's very careful of avoiding young children especially the ones who like to zip around the rink really fast (Honestly the children who are good skaters are more dangerous you don't see them coming and they're unpredictable. At least the kids struggling you can tell where they're trying to go) He's the first to notice if one of the Loser's is sitting out and always goes to sit with them even if it's just cause their feet or ankles are hurting.

Beverly: She likes to go fast. As soon as she's comfortable on her skates she is going around as fast as she can until she falls, knocks someone over, or is asked to slow down by a worker. She's also the first one to get bored and will inevitably drag someone with her to get food (most likely Eddie who was already sitting out and will complain about how gross the food is while proceeding to get probably the worst thing he could've gotten).

Ben: He struggles for the entire time he is there but is determined to be able to skate by the end. He falls the most out of anyone but swears he does not need to hold onto the wall and refuses the Loser's help. Good news! he does eventually get it. Bad news, he gets it down five minutes before closing.