#im in love with how this piece turned out holy fuck

[slimeberry]

Nothing burns stronger than the bitter determination of those who have nothing left to lose.

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[frudoo]

just saw the anon for reader helping slasher 141 and now im thinking about actually doing the whole thing. like finding someone, kidnapping them and torturing them. she does it as a gift or surprise. maybe its their anniversary and she wants to give them the best gift ever.

I love this idea, but I just can't see reader ever participating in the torture aspect of her boys' work. She's absolutely not above kidnapping, though.

Warnings: Dark!Fic/DDDNE. Y'all this one is gross (just not in a gory way). Kidnapping/drugging.

 “I have to say, little girl, you look absolutely delicious tonight.”

     You giggle, allowing him to twirl you and trying not to suffocate on the smell of his cheap cologne. The man is loaded and he won’t even spend a pretty penny on some quality fragrance? Although, what else could you expect from a conman like him?

     “Not so bad yourself, Mr. Chief,” you purr, yelping softly when he pinches your asscheek teasingly.

     You want to vomit. Really, you could do it right here, all over his pristinely polished shoes, or on his tailored suit jacket and annoyingly bright tie. The fact that you’ve managed to keep this charade up for the past couple of weeks is astonishing, to say the least, especially given the fact that you’ve been hiding it from the boys. It kills you to see their disappointed faces every time you turn down a night in with them, making up poor excuses about how you’re just going to decorate your classroom, or that your friend has been having a rough time and you’re going to her house to support her.

     The truth is that you’re doing it for their benefit. Herschel Shepherd has been on your boys’ radar for years now, long before they ever met you. It’s just been too risky for them to attempt anything, be it a kidnapping or assassination. He’s too public of a figure as head of police, meaning that he’s protected by a multitude of security personnel, and on top of that, can easily defend himself. Even if they tried to befriend him, suspicions would be raised and it would likely fail.

     That’s where you enter. You’re exactly the chief’s type—a pretty young thing with big, soft tits and a charming smile. The only thing you’re missing is the naivety he’s so desperate to corrupt, but you’ve proven yourself a wonderful actress and he’s none the wiser. For someone who used to be a detective, he really is clueless. Someone should have taught the old man not to flirt with strangers on the internet. You’re just grateful that he took the bait so easy, all too eager to get his dick wet. 

     “Since I’ve treated you to such a nice dinner, how about giving me some dessert?” You hear his knees pop when he bends to whisper into your ear.

     “Anything for you,” you murmur back, “Daddy.”

     For the love of all things holy, you cannot wait to get this bullshit over with. Shepherd wraps his arm around your waist and ushers you into his limo—he really wanted to go all out for his ‘girlfriend,’ apparently. The inside smells like cigar smoke and you have to bite back a frown. It makes you think of John and how desperately you’d prefer to be in his arms instead. In all of their arms. With every disgusting, sloppy kiss the sick fuck peppers across your jawline, you have to remind yourself that it’s all for them.

     For them, for you, for every poor family he’s ever screwed over. It’s all too familiar, the coverups, the paying off coworkers and employees so that they keep their mouths shut. You’ve read about countless cases against heinous criminal acts that were suddenly dismissed when a certain slob threw a large sum of money towards the judges. You can’t even begin to imagine how many women alone have been assaulted because this corrupt piece of shit paid to let their abusers go—and for what? To gain favor? To get reelected? God knows he cheats his way through the system anyway.

     You feel your hand being tugged and realize that you’ve arrived at the parking lot where your car still is, some random garage located in the heart of the downtown area—about an equal walk from any little shop or restaurant in the vicinity. Your ‘date’ furrows his eyebrows and looks at you, confused.

     “A little Toyota Corolla is more inconspicuous than a limousine, don’t you think?” you hum as you pull out your keys.

     “Right,” Shepherd nods, opening the driver’s side door for you. “We are still going to the hotel?”

     “Of course.”

     He buckles into the passenger seat while you start the car, messing with the air conditioning like it’s his right. You avoid rolling your eyes as you begin driving, softly humming along to the radio. There’s a tin of mints in your glovebox that you pull out and offer to him. All according to plan, he takes the bait.

     Almost instantly after popping the tainted mint into his bastard mouth, he starts getting woozy, saying odd things and swaying in his seat. Adrenaline rushes through your veins—this is really happening. You’re kidnapping the chief of police, your husbands’ most desired target, driving him back to your home to be tortured and killed. It’s surreal, and there’s guilt eating away at whatever sense of retribution you’d created in your head. Still, there’s no turning back now.

     No turning back from the rattle of his unconscious body as you drive over the gravel path leading to the barn. No turning back from the strain you put on yourself as you haul his deadweight through the random pieces of hay, nor the act of tying his arms behind the metal pole in the stable where horses should be but has only kept victims. This is a decision you made and will have to live with. For the greater good, you ask yourself, or for the praise you know you’ll receive from your boys? In the end, it’s all one and the same to you. 

     As you stand over the comatose-laden sleazebag, you hardly make out the sound of the barn door slamming open and all four of your lovers trailing in with wide eyes.

     “Bloody hell.”

     “No fuckin’ way.”

     “Steamin’ Jesus, hen.”

     “Darlin’, how in the fuck did you manage this?”

     There’s a beat of silence before you turn around to look at them, your face maddeningly neutral.

     “Happy anniversary, guys.”

[alyrasturnz]

need a velvet ring fic from you

VELVET RING

❐ summary » matt harbors a deep love for y/n, a love that is both genuine and unwavering. yet, he is not alone in his affections; countless others vie for her attention, each trying to capture a piece of her heart.

❐ pairings » bsf!matt x singer!reader

❐ warnings » none...?

❐ a/n && w/c » yayayaay happy 1k! im posting the first three fics tonight and the rest tmr cause i just got home from the hospital and i am #exhausted  • 1.97k

you stumbled towards the backstage, your breath coming in ragged gasps, as beads of sweat traced intricate paths down the curve of your nape, mingling with the adrenaline that pulsed through your veins.

you seize the nearest bottle of water within your reach and, without a moment's hesitation, bring it to your lips, allowing the cool liquid to cascade down your parched throat in a desperate, unrestrained gulp.

you had just graced the stage of a sold-out stadium, a vast expanse filled with the energy of 70 thousand souls. the sheer magnitude of the crowd's roar still echoed in your ears, and exhaustion clung to you like a heavy cloak. tired to say the least, you felt every ounce of your being drained from the performance.

“y/n!” matt exclaimed, his face illuminated by a broad, beaming smile. as you turned your gaze towards him, you felt the warmth of his joy radiate through the air, compelling you to meet his eyes.

a radiant smile blossomed across your face as you set the water bottle down. with a surge of emotion, you sprinted towards him, your arms outstretched, and enveloped him in a heartfelt embrace.

“hi,” you manage to utter, your breath still coming in uneven gasps. as he gently rubbed your back, the soothing motion seemed to blend with the remnants of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"you were incredible out there!" he exclaimed, slowly disentangling himself from the embrace. his eyes scanned you from head to toe, taking in every detail. "holy shit, you're drenched," he chuckled, the laughter bubbling up from deep within him.

“i am, aren’t i?” you giggle, your hand instinctively reaching for the nape of your neck. with a delicate motion, you swipe away the beads of sweat, feeling the cool relief against your skin.

“yeah, here,” he said, quickly grabbing the nearest towel within reach. he handed it to you with a gentle smile, watching as you wiped the sweat off, the fabric absorbing the remnants of your exertion.

“i’m fucking exhausted,” you muttered, feeling the weight of fatigue settling in. he threw an arm over your shoulders, the warmth of his touch grounding you as the two of you walked out of the backstage room, each step echoing the shared relief of a performance well done.

“me too. wanna crash at mine tonight?” he asked, his voice laced with a mix of exhaustion and tenderness, offering a sanctuary from the weariness that cloaked both of you.

“absolutely,” you say with a smile. just as you were about to exit, you inadvertently bumped into the artist who had been the opening act.

“hey! you did great tonight,” carlos said, his voice brimming with genuine admiration as you looked up at him, the intensity of his gaze reflecting the shared passion for the craft.

you smile, feeling the warmth of his compliment envelop you. "thanks, carlos! your set was amazing too. i loved that new song you performed."

carlos steps a bit closer, his eyes bright with excitement, the energy between you palpable. "oh, you noticed? that means a lot coming from you. maybe we could collaborate sometime? i think our styles would mesh really well."

your eyes light up at the idea, a spark of enthusiasm igniting within you. "i’d love that! it would be so much fun to create something together."

carlos grins, his pleasure evident as his eyes crinkle at the corners and a warm glow spreads across his face. "great! how about we grab a coffee tomorrow and brainstorm some ideas?"

you nod eagerly, your head bobbing with enthusiasm, as a wide smile spreads across your face, reflecting your excitement. "sounds perfect. let’s do it!"

meanwhile, matt watches, his fists clenching involuntarily as he witnesses the effortless connection between you and carlos. jealousy burns within him, a fierce and bitter flame, as he feels the sting of being on the outside looking in, yearning for the camaraderie that seems so natural between you two.

carlos walks away, his footsteps echoing softly, while matt remains rooted to the spot, his jaw clenched tightly. the tension in his posture speaks volumes, a silent testament to the turmoil churning within him.

you look up at him, your eyes catching the sight of his clenched fists. "matt? you good?" you ask, your voice tinged with concern as you notice the tension radiating from him.

"yeah, i'm fine," matt said bluntly, his voice carrying a sharp edge. he continued to walk, deliberately avoiding eye contact, the stiffness in his gait betraying the turmoil he sought to conceal.

»--•--«

matt paced back and forth, his steps restless and uneven, as he ran a hand through his tousled hair, the frustration clear on his face. "she's just... perfect, you know? the way she smiles, like she’s genuinely happy to see you. and her laugh, it's like music. i can't get enough of it. and don't even get me started on her eyes. they're like these deep pools that you could just drown in."

chris leaned against the wall, his posture relaxed but his expression serious, arms crossed tightly over his chest. he listened intently, nodding slightly as he absorbed each word. "dude, you need to tell her how you feel. it's obvious you're crazy about her."

nick nodded in agreement, his eyes meeting matt's with a reassuring look. "yeah, matt. you keep talking about her like she's the best thing that ever happened to you. just confess already. what's the worst that could happen?"

matt stopped pacing, shaking his head vigorously, his frustration palpable. "it's not that simple. she's popular, everyone loves her. she's always surrounded by people, and she's so kind to everyone. what if she doesn’t feel the same way? what if i ruin everything? i can't stand the thought of losing her, even as a friend."

chris sighed deeply, his eyes filled with sympathy as he looked at matt. "you'll never know unless you try. sometimes you just have to take the risk. if you keep waiting, you might miss your chance."

nick chimed in, leaning forward with a serious expression. "exactly. she's worth it, isn't she? every time you talk about her, your face lights up. she's clearly special to you."

matt looked down, his heart heavy with uncertainty. "yeah, she is. but that’s what makes it so hard. she's always so confident and sure of herself, and here i am, just... me. what if i'm not good enough for her?"

chris stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on matt's shoulder. "listen, man. you are good enough. you just have to believe in yourself. she deserves to know how you feel."

nick interjected, leaning forward with a thoughtful expression, his eyes reflecting a depth of understanding. "and who knows? maybe she feels the same way. you won't know until you take that leap."

matt took a deep breath, attempting to calm the tumultuous storm of his racing thoughts. "i just... i don't want to mess this up. she's everything to me."

chris offered him a reassuring smile, one that conveyed an unspoken promise of unwavering support. "we're here for you, no matter what happens. but you owe it to yourself to be honest with her."

nick nodded in agreement, his gesture imbued with a silent yet profound understanding. "you got this, matt. just be yourself. that's the guy she already likes."

matt glanced at his brothers, a glimmer of hope beginning to illuminate the shadows of his doubts. "thanks, guys. maybe... maybe i will tell her. soon."

»--•--«

your fingers waltzed across the piano keys, each note a tentative step in the quest for a new melody, when the soft click of the front door reached your ears.

you furrowed your eyebrows, leaning back slightly, your gaze drifting toward the entrance with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

you see matt approaching, his head bowed and his hands buried deep in his pockets, each step heavy with unspoken thoughts.

you smile, swiveling on the piano seat. "hey, matt. what brings you here?" you inquire, your voice a gentle blend of curiosity and warmth.

"we need to talk," matt said, lifting his gaze to meet yours as he came to a halt in front of you, his sudden presence catching you off guard.

your heart skips a beat at the gravity in his voice. "okay," you murmur, gesturing to the chair beside you. "sit down."

matt hesitates for a moment before settling into the chair, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that makes the air feel heavier. he takes a deep breath, as if summoning all his courage from within. "i've been thinking a lot lately," he begins, his voice quivering slightly. "about us. about you."

you feel a knot forming in your stomach, the uncertainty of the conversation's direction weighing heavily on you. "what do you mean?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper, tinged with apprehension.

matt runs a hand through his hair, his eyes momentarily dropping to the floor before lifting to meet yours once more. "i can't keep this inside anymore. you mean so much to me. more than just a friend. every time i see you, it feels as though my heart is going to burst. and when i'm not with you, my thoughts are consumed with the longing to be near you again."

your breath catches in your throat as you process his words, each syllable echoing in your mind. "matt, i..." you begin, but the words falter on your lips. emotions swirl within you, a tempest of confusion, hope, and fear. you struggle to find the right words, the gravity of the moment pressing down on you.

he interrupts, his eyes pleading with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. "just let me finish," he implores, his voice a mixture of desperation and earnestness. he takes a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he continues. "i know this might be a shock, and i don't want to ruin what we have. but i can't pretend anymore. i love you. i have for a long time. and i need to know if there's even a chance that you might feel the same way."

silence hangs between you like a heavy curtain, the weight of his confession sinking in. your fingers, which had been resting on the piano keys, now tremble slightly, each note you once played now a distant memory. the air feels thick, almost tangible, as if the very room is holding its breath, waiting for your response.

finally, you find your voice, though it wavers with the weight of unspoken emotions. "matt, i had no idea... i mean, i never thought..." you take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart, which feels as though it might leap from your chest. "i feel the same way. i've been too scared to say anything because i didn't want to lose you as a friend." your words hang in the air, fragile yet powerful, as the world seems to hold its breath around you.

matt's eyes widen in surprise, and a slow smile spreads across his face, as if he’s just discovered a hidden treasure. "you do?" he whispers, his voice barely audible, yet brimming with hope and disbelief.

you nod, a smile of your own forming, delicate and full of unspoken promises. "yes, i do," you reply, your voice soft yet resolute, each word carrying the weight of the emotions you've kept hidden for so long.

in that moment, the room seems to brighten, the air filled with a newfound hope and possibility. matt reaches out, his hand trembling slightly as he cups your face, his touch tender and reverent. with a gentle pull, he bridges the distance between you, and your lips meet, a symphony of emotions and unspoken words finally finding their voice.

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[louloulemons-posts]

Haircuts and Water Fights

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : You’ve always had long hair, how will your boyfriend, Eddie, react when you cut it off?

Word Count : 1.3k

Warnings : Fluffy, many swears, it gets a bit saucy but no smut, just Eddie and reader being cute, talks of cutting Eddies hair (love his curls lmao)

Authors Note : Purely just rambles and fluffy stuff cause I had a haircut 🤍

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You’d always been someone with hair on the longer side, it had never been cut above your lower back. You decided you wanted a change, a big change. You had graduated highschool and decided you wanted to do it.

Walking out of the hair salon you couldn’t help smiling, your hair was now resting above your shoulders, cut in a similar style to Robins.

Speaking of Robin you decided to go and pay her and Steve a visit. Pushing the door open to FamilyVideo, you waved over to Robin. Her jaw dropped, “Holy shit! It looks great!” she almost shouted.

“Thanks Robs,” you smiled. She came over and played with the short strands slightly, “It really suits you. Dingus come look!” she called to Steve who was in the back.

“Wha- Woah,” he stopped, putting a box of tapes on the counter. “Now I wasn’t expecting that, you’ve had Rapunzel hair forever.”

“Thought it was time for a change,” you shrugged.

“Has Lover boy seen it?” Robin asked.

“He’s working today, I’m seeing him tomorrow. He doesn’t know either.”

“Well if he has an issue, I’ll hurt him. You look great,” Steve smiled, ruffling your new cut.

“Thank you, now do either of you want lunch?” she asked the pair, who nodded eagerly. “Write it down and I’ll go to the dinner and get it.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You had worked at the diner for a few years now, originally as a summer job, but now the shifts had picked up. It wasn’t too busy, as you wondered through. “Hi how can I help- Wow!” Your coworker Millie said. Chuckling slightly, “Good wow?”

“Yes! It looks great.”

“Thanks Mills. Do you think you could put me an order through?” you asked, handing her the piece of paper. “Sure, you sit tight.”

“Can I hear my favourite girl?” Andy the owner of the diner asked, coming to the front. “Hey Andy,” you smiled.

“My oh my look at you! Honey you look stunning!” he said, pinching your cheek.

“Thank you.”

“You got an order for me?” he asked.

“Just sent it to Millie.”

“I’ll get on it then, you staying?”

“Not today, Im going to eat with my friends at Family Video.”

“Sure thing.” You got comfy on a stool and waited for the food. Millie slid you a glass of lemonade, “Thanks Mills, how much do I owe?”

“$12.60”

“That’s way too cheap!”

“Employee discount,” she shrugged, winking at you.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Right I am going to leave you two to do your job,” You said, jumping off the counter, throwing your stuff in the trash. “Thank you for the lunch.”

“No worries, I’ll see you around. Robs I’ll call you later.”

“Course, I’ll speak to you then.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Parking up next to Eddie, you saw him washing the van. You couldn’t help but pause and watch him, topless, hair pulled in a bun, tattoos on show, decorated in chains.

“Hey pretty boy,” you called him. He turned smiling, “Hey gorgeous.” He stilled for a second, taking you in, noticing your hair hanging by your shoulders.

“Holy shit.” Dropping the soapy sponge into the water filled bucket, he wiped his hands off. Jogging over, he held your face in his hands. Playing with the shorter strands, he was in awe.

He brown eyes never leaving you, “You look so fucking pretty baby,” he smiled. “So beautiful.” “Thanks Eds,” you said, cheeks becoming rosy. Feeling shy under his gaze, you tried to hide from it.

“Let me look at you, please,” he said, almost begging, “Please just let me look at my beautiful girl.” He kissed your mouth gently.

You couldn’t help giggling at him, your stomach fluttering.

“Eds.” He hummed, kissing your nose, then your cheeks, then your forehead. “So fucking beautiful baby.”

“It’s just a haircut.”

“And? Who said it was the haircut, I’m talking about you. Not just your face or your body, but your soul, your heart. So beautiful. So perfect.”

“You’re gonna make me cry, stop it.” He laughed, kissing the top of your head, and pulling you into his arms. Wrapping your own around his waist, resting your head on his bare chest, you listened to his heartbeat.

“I love you Eddie.”

“I love you too Sweetheart.”

“Want help washing the van?” you asked, looking up and meeting his chocolate eyes.

“Sure babe, I’ll go grab another sponge for you.”

Heading inside the trailer, you wandered over to the van, waiting for him to return. You tied up as much hair as you could, but most of it fell back down again. Leaving it in a half up half down bun thing, you didn’t really know.

“Here you go Sweetheart.” Eddie appeared again, handing you the sponge and kissing your mouth once more. “Looks cute like that,” he nodded to your hair. “Not sure what to do with it now, forgot about it when I woke up and freaked slightly.”

“It can’t be worse than my mane of hair, you’ll figure it out. Besides hair grows back,” he shrugged. You began washing the side of the van, up to where you could reach.

“Think I should cut mine?”he asked.

“No!” you almost shouted.

“No?”

“Love your curls, don’t get rid of them. They’re so pretty.”

“Fine, fine I won’t.” You smiled at him.

You didn’t notice Eddie wander around the other side of the van. Bopping your head along to the Metallica song playing in his van, you wet your sponge again.

Soon feeling your whole head get wet. Squealing you looked up, “Eddie!” you shouted as he cackled, hose in hand. “Sorry baby, I just couldn’t resist.” He continued laughing.

Running towards him you squeezed the water out of the sponge above his head. He let out his own shout. “You little shit!” he laughed, as you ran away.

“You started it!” Eddie sprayed the hose in your direction again, wetting your t-shirt and shorts, making you scream again. Running back to the water, you dipped the sponge again.

“Don’t you dare!” he warned. Giggling, you ran back in his direction, smacking the sponge into his chest. “Baby!” he became distracted, picking up the wet object. Grabbing the hose from him he paused, “Shit.”

“You’re in for it now Munson!” Turning the water pressure to the max you soaked the boy.

“Come here you little terror!” he shouted running towards you, fighting to get the hose out of your hand.

“No, you started it!” you laughed.

“And I’ll finish it!” he countered. Eddie grabbed you by the waist and lifted your feet off the ground. “Put me down!” you screamed.

“No! Never! I’ve got you now babe.”

Eddie pried the hose from your hand and turned it off. “You’re a little shit!” he cackled.

“Says you,” still wiggling in his grip. Throwing you over his shoulder he took you inside the trailer.

“Eddie!” you hit his back lightly, “Put me down!”

“As you wish,” he said, throwing you into his bed, making you bounce slightly. Crawling over you, he grinned at your smiling face.

Leaning down your lips met one anothers, pulling him closer by his soggy curls, you moaned as he kissed you deeper. He detached one of your hands from them and linked his fingers with your own, grinding down on your slightly.

“Fuck,” you moaned into his mouth. He made the same movement, deeper this time, making your legs fall apart. He lay between them, bare chest resting on your clothed one. “So fucking beautiful,” he said as he pulled away, playing with your short locks once more.

“What time is Wayne getting home?” you asked, slightly breathless. “He said 5:30 why?”

Flipping him over, you sat on his hips. “Because,” you started, leaning down and ghosting your lips over his.

Pulling back, he chased your kiss. “Because?” he whined. You pecked his lips, and jumped off. “We have a van to clean and I don’t think he’ll appreciate the mess,” you said, walking out of his room. Leaving him on the bed.

“You’re a little shit!” he shouted after you.

“It’s what you get for spraying me with the hose Munson.” He couldn’t help but laugh at that.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

[everwalldigan]

I love me some delicious miscommunications so:

Bruce and Jason standing off (again) after a mission actually gone right and Bruce is looking constipated trying to articulate how proud he is while Jason’s just pissed as fuck that he accidentally followed the bats’ rules and

Jason, fuming, thinking to himself: Bruce must be behind this, he MANIPULATED me into playing by the rules the asshole I didn’t even get to shoot ANYBODY today im never teaming up with them again my reputation is ruined people are gonna think I’ve gone SOFT

Bruce, going through five stages of grief just trying to find a way to say that he’s proud of Jason without him getting decked in the face and Jason running away: today showed me that you will always be your father’s son (he means himself)

Jason, thoughts immediately going to Willis because Bruce would obviously never address him as his son: actually fuck you, fuck you never speak to me again I can’t believe I was stupid enough to agree to this what the hell is wrong with you

So, on one hand. now you have Bruce face palming because he’s sure he articulated himself in a way that couldn’t be misinterpreted so Jason obviously wants nothing to do with him and oh great they’re back to not speaking terms but hey at least Jason didn’t shoot at him so he obviously understood what he meant, right?? Right????

Meanwhile on the other hand Jason is capital H Hurt and so so angry about it because what the actual fuck. He’s TRYING to reform but obviously nothing will ever be enough for golden standards Bruce so he should just go back to at least beating criminals within an inch of their lives because he wasn’t going to prove Bruce right no matter how much he wants to take those pieces of shit off the streets permanently.

And of course, because both of them would rather shoot themselves in the foot than, I don’t know, talk, it results in a huge falling out and Jason’s “shoot at the Bats on sight” rule is back, until one day just happens to trap Bruce and Jason together in a warehouse rigged to explode. They accidentally went after the same gang and got themselves captured instead in the confusion. So Jason’s watching Bruce frantically trying to dismantle the bomb while sitting back casually taunting him like

Jason: you know damn well your cape’s gonna protect you from most of the explosion and the whole building is deserted by now, why are you trying so hard? The only one who’ll bite the dust is Willis’ son, fitting ending isn’t it? Always his son until the very end, you said it yourself!

And holy mothers of all fuckups Batman, there hasn’t been miscommunication this bad since the aftermath of the Tower of Babel

Bruce, turning around with the dismantled bomb in his hand, actively inventing new stages of grief: I was referring to myself actually.

[blitzyn]

*silently give u a big hug* ty for ur works. u are amazing 😭 can i get a piece of teacher zhongli and male reader in which reader is doing very bad at his subject but he acts like a brat to the point zhongli decides he will have different teaching method with him? non con or dub con is up to u. maybe some nipple play too if you’re comfortable. ty again <3

a different method

teacher!zhongli x m!student!reader

Synopsis: Zhongli teaches his failing student a lesson he's sure to remember.

part 2 | part 3

a/n -> *silently gives a hug back* yes, ofc! this is a great idea. i had to redo this so im sorry if it took a while or its bad. i lost track of time, too lmao

wc -> 1k

cw -> non/dub-con, semi-public sex, classroom sex, 1 singular spank lol, cockwarming, anal sex, anal fingering, spit as lube, student reader

"Hey– what are you–?!" you grunted as you were pushed (slammed, more like) onto your teacher's desk.

"I have tried to be patient with you," his grip on the back of your neck hurt. "I have tried to accommodate your endless needs. But here we are. Back to square one."

You began to quickly regret your decision to pretend to fall asleep in the middle of reading a passage in your textbook. But it was supposed to be a light–hearted joke! Everyone loved the way you managed to bring up the boring mood in the room, so why was it so hard for him to appreciate your efforts? You make them want to show up to History!

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry! I won't do it again," you pleaded, fear beginning to set in your chest. Who knew your teacher could be so mean?

"Do you know how many people I've seen say those same words just for them to repeat their actions all over again?" he leaned into your ear. "No matter how many times you say you won't, I know that you will."

He pressed himself against you. "Maybe you can't learn the traditional way, but I have one more method that could help you remember."

He pulled you by your neck, and you couldn't help but feel akin to a helpless puppy being held by its scruff. He adjusted your body so you leaned over his desk with your ass out, presenting you with a spare textbook. He made you flip to the correct page – it was about the history of Liyue.

"Read out loud," Mr. Zhongli demanded, shifting himself so he could stand with one hand on your throat and the other resting on the curve of your ass. With a shaky nod, you complied. Majority of the page was geographical, which made it significantly harder to read.

You slightly caved in on yourself when he pulled your pants off. He was no longer at your side, but his domineering aura was more than enough to keep you in place.

He suddenly slapped your ass hard after you read over a word. You had accidentally pronounced Qingce wrong – but you were sure he knew you weren't native to Liyue or its language. Fortunately, he said the proper pronunciation, so you continued.

You tensed when you felt a wet finger prod your hole; he must have used his saliva. You couldn't fight the urge to look behind you, but his hand tightly held onto your hair before you could turn your head.

It took a lot more effort than you thought to keep yourself focused when it brushed against your prostate every so often. He only gave you a few moments before adding another one, moving them in a scissoring motion.

Your voice grew whiny and breathless, trying hard to keep a consistent rhythm. He suddenly removed his fingers as something thicker pushed up against you, forcing his way inside. You couldn't help but let out choked squeaks and moans – holy fuck he was big.

You had a general idea of his size with the way his dress pants clung to his legs, but feeling it made it seem a lot larger than it was. You yelped when he yanked your hips down, taking his cock all the way when he sat on his chair.

You loosely held the textbook in your hands, noticing them trembling uncontrollably.

"I didn't say stop, did I?" he spoke directly next to your ear. "Keep reading."

You swallowed hard as you adjusted the grip on the book, finding it hard to find where you left off. He hummed once you finally found it, his hands holding your hips firmly. He made your body move in slow circles; and you had never felt so horny in your life.

His hands left your hips to snake up your shirt, smoothing his hands over every inch of your stomach. Your breath hitched when they reached your chest, fingers brushing over your perked nipples. He pressed them in–between his thumb and index fingers, each pinch sending electricity up and down your spine.

Your cock wept precum, trailing down your shaft to the crevice of your thighs. It felt like torture not being able to touch yourself. It ached in need of some sort of stimulation.

You just managed to finish a paragraph when he removed his hands from your chest to hold your legs up, lifting you just the slightest bit in order to start fucking you. You cried out in ecstasy, arching your back, allowing him to go deeper.

The tip of his cock hit your prostate repeatedly, making you tighten around him in response. He let out low grunts next to your ear – he almost seemed like a completely different person. Who knew a history teacher could be so strong?

Skin slapping and moans filled the room as you were caught in a cloudy haze of lust, tossing your head back onto his shoulder. You watched him in your peripheral vision, face focused as a bead of sweat trailed down his temple.

You seemed as shameless as ever – letting your voice out unrestrained without a care for whoever might hear. But he couldn't have that. He's risking his job. He won't lose it to some idiot that can't be quiet.

He let go of one of your legs to shove two of his fingers in your mouth knuckles–deep, forcing a gag from you. Your noises were significantly muffled. He groaned. It felt good to finally shut you up.

A viscous fire burned in your abdomen, spreading through your body and ending at your fingertips. Your eyes rolled back when the tight coil snapped, vision going black for a moment as your orgasm washed over you. He gave out a long, drawn out groan as he came inside you. He doesn't want to dirty his clothes any further.

You heavily panted, resting on his lap before wincing as you shakily got up. You missed the full feeling, putting your clothes back on as quickly as possible.

"There will be a test in two weeks," he said, fixing himself. "I expect a good grade from you. Otherwise, I may need to discipline you again."

You meekly nodded and placed the textbook that fell out of your hands onto his desk.

As you walked out the classroom door, you weren't sure if you wanted to pass it or not.

[bearyzdiary]

Dead Girl Walking

Francis x Reader

This diary entry contains��Suggestive|Friends to lovers|Based off dead girl walking from heathers|Francis is a loser|They don’t fuck| Reader wears a skirt|Francis is a teenager in this| Virgin loser Francis| A oneshot where Reader isnt a baker shocking| Not the best written|

A/N: Me and my friend watched heathers and I really really loved dead girl walking and thought hmm who would it fit and instantly thought oh Francis since i feel like i should write for him more since i wrote alot about simon. Im sorry if the ending isnt the best i was running low on ideas on how to end it off but i hope you guys enjoy it the best you could.

You nearly tripped over your own boots as you mumbled as you pushed your hair out your face. You wished you never went to that stupid highschool homecoming game party. You ended up drinking too much, crowd surfing and puking all over one of the populaur girls.

You don't remember what you did before to make her really hate you. You just wanted to loosen up a bit have fun but ended up making a fool of yourself.

A part of you felt relived at the fact Francis didn't come. You would rather walk over a nail bed barefoot then let your best friend see you act a mess.

You stumbled around the neighborhood you knew Francis lived in. You were slowly sobering up as you sipped a water bottle you bought at a local gas station.

You didn't know what to do exactly as you noticed the familiar colored house stand out too you the most. You realized the best thing to do before your life was ruined was spend the night with Francis. You pick up the pace as you began to make your way closer to his house.

Cutting through his yard as you avoided stepping on any twigs that would cause unwanted attention. You snuck to the side of the house as you stopped at Francis's window.

The stupid thing had a lock installed after his mother decided to install them. You knew how to break locks like the one on his window thanks to him teaching you. You stopped for a second to think before shrugging and snapping the lock.

You pushed up the window as you struggled getting inside as you fell onto the ground with a thud and a groan. You sat up as you rubbed your head before getting up.

You closed his window before wincing at the fact the lock was now broken. You shook your head before turning to look at Francis who was stirring in his sleep.

You step closer to him as you slightly wobble. The alcohol wasnt fully out of your system just yet as you stood over him. You smile as you brush a piece of his hair out of his face. It was clear he was in need of a haircut but you didn't mind. You placed your water bottle on his nightstand before turning your attention back to him.

You knew that you really liked him. Even if people didn't understand why, You just felt very attracted to him. You felt safe with him and you could be yourself when your around him.

Everything about him made him more attractive than the rest of the guys at the highschool you both attended. You did everything with him, Talked about everything. It was never a dull moment between you too.

In the middle of your thinking, Francis slowly began to wake up as he noticed you just sitting there, Staring at him. He jumped up as you backed away. "Holy shit (y/n). you scared the fuck out of me" He said as he squinted his eyes before sniffing. "You reek of alcohol and sweat." He said as he rubbed his eyes.

"Well yeah, I went to the homecoming party and kinda... embarrased myself" You admitted as you messed with your skirt. Francis moved to turn on his side lamp before you stopped him. He looked at you confused on why you didn't want some light but you just shushed him.

"Is your mom home?" you asked as you moved to sit ontop of him. He shook his head no before licking his lips. "No she went out of town to see some of my family" He said as he looked at you confused. You nodded as you looked at the clock on his bedside table.

"Are you still a virgin Franci?" You asked as you slightly pushed his shirt up as he choked on his own spit. "well uh yeah" He said as she watched the way your pointer finger swirl around the area just before his waistband to his sweatpants.

"Do you still wanna be a virgin?" You asked as you moved your finger down just a little bit as you kept eye contact with him. Francis swallowed before shrugging. "Weird question, i don't know. I haven't thought much about it to be honest" He said as he slowly moved his hands to rest on your waist.

You slightly rock your hips as Francis bites at his bottom lip. "I can help change that if you would like." You say as you moved your hand up from his belly towards his chin as you pulled his face closer to yours.

Francis nodded slowly as you smiled and placed your lips onto his. His lips tasted fairly like the cupcake flavored chapstick you bought him. As you pulled away, Francis look a little worried. It was easy to tell what he was wondering. "I'm on the pill if that was what you were thinking" You said as you twirled a piece of his soft hair around your finger.

He nodded before opening his mouth. "Not only that but like i said, I'm still a virgin. I've never fucked anyone to know what i'm really doing" He said as he looked away. "Then i'll just teach you, No big deal" You said as you patted his shoulder before moving your hands back to his stomach.

It was silent as the both of you kinda just looked at each other, Not knowing what to say. You tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear before leaning in again.

Francis closed the gap as he pulled you closer. He helped you get your clothes off only leaving you in your underwear. You helped him get his clothes off. You never dreamed in your life you would be sitting in your best friends room, Half naked making out.

You pulled away before smiling. "Have i ever told you how much i adored you." You asked while panting. Francis shook his head as he licked his lips. "I've always adored you. Your such a nerd and you dont take smack from most people" You say as you looked over his facial features.

"I also..i've always adored you too. Your so pretty and you were always there for me through everything." Francis said. You smiled as you grabbed his hand before giving it a tight squeeze.

"So..what do you wanna be" You asked. Francis squeezed your hand before sighing. "I wanna be yours" He said as he placed his hand on your hip. You smile as you lean back in while moving your hand to undo your bra.

Francis grabbed your face as he helped you. The rest of the night was perfect for the both of you. You both got your feelings off your chest. You didn't have to worry about fucking up your friendship. Francis held you in his arms as the sounds of your heavy breathing, The sound of his fan slowly spinning around the room.

You let out a heavy breath as you felt safe in francis's arms. You didn't even care about what happened monday. You were glad that you had francis all to yourself for the weekend.

[dayseedrawz2]

My thoughts on episode 3 + theories!!

I'll talk more about this on my YT, but for now here's a tumblr version

(SPOILERS BELOW)

Okay so starting off, my unfiltered thoughts throughout the episode

-They actually spend time together when outside the adventures aww! (Not like they really have a choice, but still neat-)

-Jax being a bitch

-"Zooble turns Straight" Welp, the whooooooole fandom was right!

-Bubbles reversed dialouge. Damn they really don't want those content farms no more.

-CAINE AN POMNI INTERACTION YEAAAA (It was one piece of dialogue I'm so delusional)

-He made this adventure JUST for Zooble cuz they never go and he really wants them to GUYS HES NOT A VILLAN SEE?

-Jax being a bitch

-LUIGIS MANSION REFRENCE FUCKING YESSS

-Wow the visual here are super pretty :o

-...and horrifying

-Jax being a bitch

-I haven't mentioned yet but the lil quirky powers or whatever are cool

-Wow the lore Caine writes for these stories is just like your average artist who torments their OCs (he so me fr)

-2D ANIMATION!!! Also Kinger and Pomni being like the funniest duo ever

-HOLY FRICKLE FRACKLE THEY DEFINITELY DID NOT WANT CONTENT FARMS TO FIND THIS EPISODE

-the monster is awesome looking tho

-THE THERAPY SESSION SEGMENTSS AAA

-Also Caine has a Trans flag hanging somewhere in the circus neat

-He forgot he could use his powers to just teleport Zooble to him lol

-Back to the spooky stuff

-Wow Kinger can actually use a gun! (Never thought I'd be saying that sentence-)

-KINGER AND POMNI GO TO ACTUAL HELL WHILE THE REST JUST HAVE A TEA PARTY WITH MARTHA

-Also JAX IS TIED UP BAHAHAHA

- "You know how men are, always having the silliest priorities..." "Heh, dont i know it!" I think the bunny doll shippers really like that scene

-Zooble has some sorta body dismorphia and has opened up about it to Caine multiple times seems like

-Uhh Caine... you okay buddy? CAINE YOU GOOD BRO? CAI

-CAINE HAS EMOTIONS/SELF AWARNESS CONFIRMED???

-Pomni gets fucking posessed ok

-now we know why it looked like kinger was hitting Pomni with the shotgun

-KINGER AND QUEENIE WERE MARRIED CONFIRMED???

-Father daughter bonding aww...

-I love how the whole fandom took one good look at Ragatha and went:

GAY GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GA-

-also Pomni and Ragatha are on good terms now aww...

-Caine and Zooble Should Pass that pipe from ep 2 and legitemently vent to each other

-Jax is pissed because the Jester actually had a good fucking day for once lmao stay mad

-NOW WE KNOW WHY HE STAYS IN THAT PILLOWFORT IM GONNA FUCKIN CRY NOW

Overall, this was definitely my favorite episode so far! The team is getting better each and every episode! SOOO much happened here!! I'm super excited to see what happens next!!

Okay, THEORY TIME!!

-Okay so to start lightly, so far, all the episodes we've seen contain:

Gangles mask breaking

Jax breaks the 4th wall

A cute/sad heart to heart conversation or interaction

A reference to angels or god or Christianity in some way

Interesting right?? Wonder if this keeps up...

-On the topic of Christianity, I saw a theory saying that if it's true that the gang developed the game (which may be true because of that computer science line), When Pomni says "I knew it would end up like this... He just wants me to suffer..." she may not be referring to Caine, but her Boss at CnA.

If that boss exists and is NOT named able, Imma be mildly upset-

-Okay, Alot of people have been talking about Jax being an NPC, and I wanna bring up my opinion on this:

As I mentioned earlier, he always breaks the 4th wall, witch could be seen as a character in a game being like "What do YOU think?" *Insert Game Options here*

I saw another theory saying that if this is true, Jax might be self aware or sentient to some degree, and This is why he tortures everyone. He knows that this world Revolves around the players and nit him so he wants to make them more miserable.

-OKAY, NOW WHAT (I) WEVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR... THE WHOLE DEAL WITH CAINE GLITCHING OUT AN' STUFF!

As one of many Caine angst connisuars on this platform, I really enjoyed this scene...

Caine knows that he only exists to make adventures and if he can't do it well enough than he serves ZERO purpouse and his existence is useless... (he's just like me fr)

This has SO MUCH POTENTIAL FOR A SERIES FINALE.

Since in each episode we've (mostly) seen a character being comforted (mostly Either Pomni being comforted OR someone being comforted BY Pomni)

What if the last episode had Caine and Pomni having a heart to heart?

(Shutup this is not about showtime I swear let me have this-)

Someone abstracts, (Ragatha or Kinger probably,) and it's Caine's last straw. He finally breaks and the circus goes into ruins. Pomni does her best to comfort him. This could go one of two ways:

Either she sucseeds and happy ending for everyone :D

OR, they fail and The Circus is destroyed, Taking Caine down with it.

Maybe then that would be how they escape cuz if Caine is emotionaly attached to the circus, it would be completely destroyed or erased if Caine finally broke...

The angst potential is crazy...

This is terrifyingly close to what I wanted to do with R-M AU UHHH I MEAN-

Anywayyyy I believe that's all! If yall have anymore theories lemme know!!

[orionshounds]

TRAILER THOUGHTS

holy shit gerald is still alive??? not sure how to feel about it but after two movies ill trust the writing team to do something interesting with it

shadow looks so badass. hes so badass. his fighting style is so distinct and i laughed with joy when i saw the clip with the motorcycle. he probably wont use a gun but god it would be funny

”he only found pain and loss”....this movie is going to kill me......sonics found family vs shadows lost one.....

i will have to adjust my expectations a bit since i thought theyd be following sa2 more closely (but honestly this isnt a bad thing, i do love the small nods like them jumping out of a helicopter)....wondering how teaming with eggman earlier will go....

the only thing im praying for is the movie doesnt end with shadow still as the bad guy. he needs that emotional turn in the third act to be shadow. im really hoping for an honest conversation with sonic kinda like what knuckles had in 2. shadow needs to help the humanity in the end

sorry to all amy fans but thank GOD she isnt in this one, at least as a main character. shadow honestly has too much ground to cover as a character and introducing amy alongside him wouldnt work well in my opinion. i wouldnt be surprised to see her in a post credits sequence tho

WHERE IS ROUGE??? ill understand if she isnt in it but god ill be disappointed, shes a very important piece to shadows character in my opinion

if black doom is in this movie and rouge isnt ill be mad. however black doom is an entire can of worms and i dont really think he’ll be apart of things

holy shit was tom wearing a GUN uniform??? did he actually join or was it a sneaky infiltration??? shadow wont be happy about it ill tell you what

DID I SEE A FUCKING BLACK HOLE? i guess if theyre forgoing the ARK they gotta come up with a new threat

i wonder if theyre still going to drop him into space at the end still lmao

[evelili]

okay I’ve been reading your magnum opus fic and I’m at the chapter with fluttershy and the manticore and GOOD GOD this fic is amazing. Your writing of twilight is stunning. Her steadfast belief in science at the start seemed odd but now that her past bullying has been revealed it feels like she was just clutching to the one thing that couldn’t hurt her. God sunset getting possessed is so cool and I am TERRIFIED of when twilights going to be forced to see her like that. Your characterization of Celestia blows me away, she’s this perfect mix of a loving mentor and a woman who would do ANYTHING to keep her demons locked away. I really like how you write that there’s this shift between her when she is talking to twilight normally vs when she’s talking about magic. She goes from loving to almost cold, it’s brilliant! I’m halfway through fluttershy’s chapter and good god. Applejack’s speech about it not being Twilights fault she got bullied and having to trust her in spite of all that has happened nearly brought me to tears but GOD. Twilight being a bit possessed by the manticore is such a cool shift from the original episode it makes it all so much more intense. Fluttershy and twilight talking about how twilight didn’t deserve to be bullied and it’s alright that she didn’t get over it!!

“Something’s wrong with me,” she whispered back, her mouth dry with guilt. Fluttershy nodded carefully, the stinger still inches away from her throat. Twilight didn’t trust herself to move, and instead added, “I don’t mean just right now. There’s still—” She choked on her words. “I didn’t get over it,” she said instead. “I couldn’t. Not like you.”

Like!!! This bit right here fucked me UP. Your descriptions of the emotions she’s feeling and how she’s expressing it physically between her mouth and her voice and how the wings and scorpion tail are reacting are BRILLIANT!!

Twilight didn’t try to move away. “But I’m not better,” she admitted. Fluttershy’s hand brushed against her cheek, gently tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “And I don’t know why.”

This line is the one that broke me and made me write this. GOD. I don’t have words besides just. oh my god. Fluttershys gentleness is so good and so heartbreaking and I love it

I’ll be honest I’m not yet sure how to write long comments on fimfiction, but when I finish this fic you’re eithering getting a long ass ask in your inbox or a comment on there if I figure it out. Love this fic so far!!! Ah!!!!

AHHHHHH tysm for taking the time to write such a lovely comment!!! like holy shit you have just given me enough serotonin for WEEKS omg, it makes me so happy to know that you're enjoying the story!!

celestia is a rlly interesting chara to me, and im super happy w how the version of her in the fic turned out! actually, most of the reason for the 30k epilogue jumpscare is that i really needed to properly resolve her "arc" with twilight, so if you are a fan of this version of her please look forward to that! and, sunset as a "villain" was something we only saw briefly in eqg1 (and for my tastes, i wasnt a huge fan of how it was done) but there's so much POTENTIAL there i couldnt help myself in exploring it :)

chapter 5->act 2 is the real "turning point" i guess of the fic in terms of tone, and even tho it was a struggle to write shy's chapter i think over time i've rlly come around to liking how it turned out :D in the fic i ended up writing fluttershy as more of a later season version of herself (less cowardly maybe?), but the essence of her chara to me is someone who can be kind even in situations when she is receiving unkindness in return. and sometimes, this "fighting fire with kindness" is actually the only solution, and one that only shy can find.

wahhh i never know how to properly express how much i love and appreciate these sort of detailed responses, so please also accept a little doodle of the scene you mentioned liking as part of my thanks!

[thatdeadaquarius]

PLS YOU’RE SO FUNNY your pspspsps is too strong I’m back with more asks hello how are you I’m loving your takes on sagau! I thought of a contribution by the power of the pspsps imagine like the languages in teyvat are based on the nations’ real life counterparts (like Japanese for Inazuma) but like only loosely. So creator knows like exactly 3 words in Japanese and think they’re gonna take that and somehow make it work but they get there and understand NOTHING. They finally understand like one word but turns out it means something completely different in this version of “Japanese” so they think someone told them hi and they said hi back but they’re just going around saying “fuck” and no one wants to tell them

ANOTHER ONE YUHSSS LURING BACK IN FOR MORE im doing well tysm for asking ya flatterer!!

aw u think im funny??!! 🥰 well geez here i thought i was just going feral over sagau/isekai genshin stuff and it was like a dam burst and all yall were just coming down with me funny or not 🤷‍♂️

(Hey askers look ive got cookies 🍪🍪🍪 :) if u ask smth ill give u one!!)

Nice to know the humor translates, but holy fuck this ask is like 10x funnier than anything ive written so far or come up with LMAO PLEASE NO ONE WANTS TO TELL YOU-

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This is exactly what Portugese vs. Spanish is like i stg

Im not fluent yet but i know a decent amount of spanish at this point, but when i was first learning it i ran into some Portuguese and couldnt really read it and was like?? Oh ok maybe this is too many vocab words i dont get yet, and showed it to another person who spoke some Spanish and they were like ".. Uh, wtf is that?? What is that???🧐😟 Thats not even Spanish, but why is it almost???" And they just kept trying to read it so hard bc they thought it was so close it should work 😭

Anyway the point is i feel like that is just you in this scenario over and over again lol

Its like teaching a little kid language and they happen to pick up the cusswords the best,

Omfg ur around Beidou about to head to Inazuma (bc i like to think u traveling with Aether/Lumine and they r sweet enough not to abandon ur weird ass)

And Beidou just keeps cussing in Liyue's-almost-Mandarian-Chinese-but-not, and ur like trying to pick smth up bc it sucks none of ur little bits and pieces of lang. from ur world have worked so far, and she keeps saying this one word over and over again, to this angry looking Liyue guy, oh hey wait a minute, that's the Mandarin word for "hello"!! Maybe she's using it sarcastically?? She smiled afterward, oh Kazuha's laughing!! Maybe it means smth different? But they still look positive abt it so eh, cant hurt, and you sort of know how to say it!!

"你好 !! (nǐhǎo)", you do a little wave too :)

(I just used straight mandarin for this pls tell me if not right-)

Hey you did it! Sort of, you didn't really do the tones right, and you look over to see if they got it, and oop-

Everybody froze and looked at you, before Beidou starts screaming laughing, Kazhua's wheezing so hard he's leaning on a barrel nearby, the traveler is trying to keep it together, but u can see Beidou's ridiculous laugh is contagious and is spreading rapidly to crew members and to the traveler,,

The angry Liyuean man no longer looks angry, oh, he's leaving, welp, you can tell u did smth funny, but u havent a clue what u actually said

Every now and then Beidou will come up to you and try to teach u more Liyuean words, but anytime the traveler sees it they shoo her off, she has a shit-eating grin on her face, while the traveler looks unamused or is at least trying to hide their amusement

(There r so many characters that will take advantage of this and only try to teach you cuss words, at least at first, CHILDE, kaveh, VENTI, Itto, BEIDOU, Xinqiu the little prankster, ppl i can think of quickly god i gotta look at a character list)

Beidou BEAMS anytime u say "nîhâo" now, and gives u a thumbs up everytime 👍

You learn much later that you probably should just give up trying to say any of your world's lang. That sound equivalent to each genshin country's lang. bc apparently the few words you know from them are either random shit like "egg, bowl, etc." Or straight up explicit "fuck, shit, piss etc."

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I didnt have too much to add bc that is a GREAT AND HILARIOUS idea all on its own (esp if u did it in front of more serious characters or situation)

So pls forgive if lackluster writing happened!!

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!! COME AGAIN!! AND YOU'LL GET A FREE COOKIE!! :]

✨️🍪✨️

Cheers,

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

[bizlybebo]

Because its on my mind Im sending this as a "Ramble about it here when you get to X episode" ask. When you finish the episodes titled black, white and grey please rant about them here. They are great and I want to see your opinions

hahaha. hi endy.

the staring at the wall evolved into falling asleep and randomly waking up at 4am, still processing these episodes.

i wrote down. some of my thoughts now having experienced the full thing and got kind of carried away with um. 1.4k words of rambling :3

it’s not even all i want to say but i. ough. fuck these episodes were so good but so. auugggh.

it’s like 5am now im posting this and gonna try to go back to sleep but. holy fucking SHIT when i get you bizly.

(i don’t at all expect you to read this behemoth of a ramble!! just. need to put this somewhere as well because my brain’s still exploding after these episodes)

When season two started I thought it marked a lot of stuff for, y’know, how the show was gonna get darker. I mean, episode one, people were getting killed by a chaos demon in that prison.

I was entirely expecting all the ugly, gory bits of season two to be… external shit. Stuff that other guys, the actual antagonists, did.

But William felt pressured in Black. And suddenly it sets off this chain reaction, and suddenly one of our protagonists is no longer doing heroic things. Suddenly William is effectively torturing a guy psychologically in an attempt to save thousands more with David’s medical research.

He fell into the crux of a lot of villains: “It’s for the greater good”.

There was no going back after he stabbed Tide with the syringe. Tide, who never even had his guard up around William because despite everything, he trusted him and had immeasurable faith in his boys.

White is probably my favorite and least favorite episode, simultaneously, to ever come out of jrwi. The emotional, symbolic, and hell, even cinematic effect it has is insane.

I could fucking scream forever about Willian’s actions in White. About Vyncent’s inactions and the way he was torn about everything— about the fact that in season one, Vyncent was the “violent” one.

But Mark and Dakota fucking hit me in the heart to an insane amount.

Dakota. MOTHERFUCKING. Cole.

I said this before, but:

It’s the fact that Dakota still has optimism. He still has hope, at the very least, that Mark can change; turn over a new leaf for his kid.

“I think he should turn over a new leaf, like, with a new hero name, like— Soundwave, or something.”

He still thinks, or at least thought, that Mark can change. This was after he saw what he did to Lightspeed. He saw the worst of Mark’s actions but he still had faith and hope that there was a good person in there.

This shows so much fucking growth for Dakota’s character. The entire development of his morals, especially over season 2, is insane.

But Mark tries to kill Dakota. Several times.

He shoots at him, unleashes hundreds of bullets, and even tries to stab him. He couldn’t predict that Dakota would be incorporeal, and yeah, sure, you could say that he didn’t know Dakota forfeited his powers (and even without him he’s still significantly stronger than other kids his age). But even with his powers, Dakota would still have taken significant damage from the attacks.

Dakota and Mark’s rivalry is something I could pick apart and think about every little piece of forever.

They both have overwhelming love for Ashe, but it manifests in different ways.

Mark says it himself, “I am what I have to be.” He’s bringing home his kid by any means necessary. Ashe doesn’t have to like him, she just has to be safe and alive.

Dakota’s entire screaming match with Mark is engraved into my brain forever. It felt so real to witness, and the emotion in it was insane.

Dakota’s entire proclamation gets me. He’s so well spoken throughout despite shaking with how angry he is.

“I have been killing myself trying to train hard enough to save her.”

“If you were doing this for Ashe you wouldn’t do things that she’d hate you for.” But Mark is what he has to be.

Dakota never stands down. He keeps getting back up, and back up, and back. Up. Okehrjwjr I’m actually going to start crying thinking about this again.

When he was searching for Lightspeed and following Wavelength’s tracks, he kept asking himself: What would William do? Because he had faith in William’s decision making and investigation.

But at the very same time, William was wondering what Dakota would think about what he’s done.

And GOD don’t get me started on William and his brother.

In a sick, twisted way, I loved their dynamic. I loved what it meant for William narratively when David congratulated his work of defeating Xavier, even calling him “little brother” as a term of endearment. I was on the edge of my seat for their entire conversation in the meeting room.

David gave William his first drink, like older brothers do. William tortured a man because of his brother. David had apple juice sitting on hand because their mother told him to, just in case William ever showed up. William wanted apple juice. He killed somebody.

Cantrip’s been FUCKING me up. I couldn’t even write the word “death” after her name. It doesn’t feel real.

This can’t be the same show in which Jade was sitting on Xavier’s shoulders during mario kart, nonchalantly offering no help as he fought for his life to win like. Second place.

I mean, Jade was such a candid and real character. She was a teenager, just like the rest of the Prime Defenders, and she tried to take a turn for better things after leaving the fighting ring. She went from villainy to vigilantism, and sure, her morals were kind of skewed with how she seemed pretty okay with Alan killing the Bell Tech employees, but her motives were good, in a sense.

(“It’s all for the greater good”. It’s the same thing William was thinking, except William was directly dirtying his hands by torturing Xavier, while Cantrip was just accepting that Alan killed some people.)

I think there’s something to say for how William creates a vision of Cantrip out of smoke, distorting her into some monster, and how that’s the last time we see her image at all before learning of the fact that she’s. Gone.

The last time we see the real Jade, she’s just trying to escape. She doesn’t even talk, if I remember correctly. She just tries to get out. She gets shot in the arm but still persists.

And William ends up being the one who pulls the trigger; who injects the memory loss shit into her blood.

He’s the one who kills her, despite not knowing it at the time.

And David still masquerades as an innocent man, going as far as to relax at his apartment with him and William’s parents as though the events of the previous night never happened.

It fucks me up how the last words that Will and David exchanged before the confrontation in the apartment was:

“Don’t turn into a supervillain while I’m gone.”

“You either.”

William was starting to believe that David was a guy with awful methods, but good intentions— and William felt as though he was the same way. He saw himself becoming David, but David manipulated him into thinking that, hey, it’s awful, but at least he wouldn’t be… alone, I guess, in being a horrible person.

William and David finally saw eye to eye on the worst thing.

And David. Still. Lied.

Lied by omission.

And Jade was the one who took the fall for William’s actions. Jade, the girl who made fun of William for his crush on Vyncent. Jade, who had a sister she cared about, even if she scoffed about her love of heroes— despite the implication that their parents died because of them (likely caught in crossfire or casualties of battle). Jade, who painted her nails and placed bets on William kissing Vyncent, saying he’d be too pussy to do so. Jade, who found herself in a fucking fighting arena of all places but still found friends through it.

Jade, who was the first one to trust William with her actual name instead of Cantrip.

William, who killed her.

And. Fucking Christ.

Vyncent’s monologue at the end of episode 33 just. Fucks me up.

For the entire greyscale series, he finds himself suspended in inaction, too scared to do the right thing and too scared to stop the wrong thing.

But he finally faces it. He looks at William, certainly with fear after knowing all that he’s done, and even still, Vyncent dances around the morality of the subject. He accepts if William wants to flat-out lie to Dakota’s face about what happened at Bell Tech, though he does warn him of the significant damage it’ll do to their friendship.

And when William asks Vyncent to leave the room at the end of the episode, Vyncent finally takes a leap and becomes no longer caught by his indecision between apathy and guilt.

He looks at William, thinking he’s on the edge of something he won’t come back from, and he takes his hand, and pulls Wlliam back from the metaphorical cliff’s edge. If William does fall, then they’re falling together.

His entire proclamation, starting with “I’ve had so many opportunities to do the right thing”, fucking guts me.

God I’ve been typing for like. An hour now but the greyscale series really fucked me up holy shit.

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[whollyjoly]

Hi Em!! Thank you so much for putting together such an amazing ask game 🩵 I hope you’re doing well. Would you mind answering 1, 4, 17 and 25? Take care 🩵

hello hello my dear!! its been my absolute pleasure seeing everyone spread the good vibes, so im glad people are enjoying this 🥰

im sorry its so late, but here are my answers!

1 - what is your fav part about being in the fandom?

i wrote a super sappy and long answer here, but basically all of YOU is what makes this fandom the most fun to be a part of!

4 - whats a moodboard that you just want to live inside of?

ohhhhhhhh so many?? the moodboard creators in this fandom are fucking TOP TIER and i love all of them so much!! but here's a few that come to mind:

this christmas babe and gene moodboard by @footprintsinthesxnd is so comfy and so cozy and they deserve nice christmases okay!!

speaking of christmas moodboards, @onlyyouexisthere has this incredibly aesthetic board for some of our fav boys around christmas time, and i just want to live inside every single one okay??

this speirs moodboard by the one and only @xxluckystrike is so beautiful? like i love the combo of hard and soft edges (the bandage + the smoke + the chess), since i feel like that dichotomy isnt something thats always shown with speirs, but feels so true with his character. anyways i want to walk through a museum with blood on my knuckles and smoke in my lungs after looking at this okay

and of course, this chuck grant moodboard by the incredible the amazing YOU @sweetxvanixlla was one of the first things i saw and loved in the fandom for grant?? the beach vibes, the light blues, the carefree energy, it all is so perfect. and i was like "holy SHIT this is good also now i too love grant" so i can thank you for that 🥰

bonus from @the-cinnamontography-is-amazing that i cant stop laughing at it

17 - your fav fanwork about an underrated character?

oh i was HOPING to get this because there's this one fic i love SO MUCH and i just!! want to scream about it from the rooftops!!

Come In From The Cold by rebelsquad (T, 24k) is a Smokey-centric Coffee Shop AU, and it just warms my heart in all the best ways. First of all, Smokey is an incredible narrator, and I love how the author captures his voice in this so hard!! I also just love that it centers around some of the more underrated characters (Smokey, Alley, Shifty, Tab, Skinny, and Popeye), but also has great interactions with the regulars as well! The found family vibes are just *chefs kiss*, and it is also the perfect mood for winter ✨ I cannot recommend it enough!!

25 - what colors do your mutuals most remind you of?

i dont even know why this turned out like this? but i went full vibes ✨

@sweetxvanixlla - midnight blue feels so right for you, my dear. starry nights and deep blue velvet cushions, something steady and calm but sparkles in just the right light. a cup of herbal tea on a tuesday night, and the thrum of a quiet city hums beneath your tongue. theres something so quiet and still about the night, that moment when people are talking and you dont have to participate, you just sit and let their words flow over you, enjoy their presence and energy and that feeling is midnight blue.

@xxluckystrike - girl, you are golden. warmth and positivity and laughter that itself is a kind of music, just as much as the songs you love and share and make art for. its the type of gold you feel on a late summer day, echoing up from the passenger seat of a convertible as you drive with your friend across a rolling field of wheat, of corn, of wildflowers. there's soda in the cupholders, and the carbonation matches the bubbles springing from the bottom of your lungs. sunny, summery, golden.

@malarkgirlypop - pink. the snap of a piece of bubble gum, the sugar rush from a strawberry lollipop, the pop of a bright shade of lipstick, quirked up into a smirk. your presence is loud and beautiful like the sound of a boombox atop a vespa, zipping through a busy beachside pier and delighting everyone who hears. pink is the feeling of just being yourself, unashamedly and wildly, and reveling in the wake of your energy.

@panzershrike-pretz - green, but that vibrant green of the sun hitting a park just right, and there's almost a glow, or a halo, across the field. it's the kind of green reserved for grass stains, made after the first spring day that's warm enough to go and spend time outside. it's the color of collapsing in a cackling heap after goofing around with your friends, and they're laughing because you're laughing because they're laughing. what are you laughing about? it doesnt matter, maybe its nothing, maybe its the cow chewing away on the green grass in the distance. no matter, because it is joy.

@footprintsinthesxnd - idk why but lavender is the immediate thing that comes to mind? something calm and soothing and steady, a breath of fresh air, walking through a field with the sun on your neck and the smell of the purple flowers filling the air. a gentle breeze ripples across your fingertips. it's quiet, but not silent, and the lavender doesnt break in the wind - it bends, and the flower seems to brighten in response. your energy is the deep breath that is taken after that moment - content and at ease.

@blood-mocha-latte - so this might not make sense outside my head but...that color a candle flame gives when reflected off a marble statue. something in the liminal space between warmth and cool, between hard and soft, between cold creams and whites and bright oranges and yellows. the ethereal quality of walking through a gallery alone, silent save for the feeling welling up from each piece of art you pass. the tiles echo this soft color, the flickering candle makes the shadows across the paintings dance, and one can't help but want to explore further, to linger with the treasures you've created.

@ronsparky - sky blue, but not the crayola sky blue. the sky blue of an early morning on the top of a mountain, mist obscuring pieces of the horizon and you could convince yourself you are the only human on the planet. a sky blue that rivals on being crisp and soft, that suggests unlimited possibility if you just reached your hand out a little farther. one can't help but feel that every small, new thing from this view is a joy - and its a feeling so wondrous and contagious that you cant help but spread it to those you interact with. the sky shifts, ever so slightly, but the color follows you down the mountain.

@georgieluz - red, but not quite. a bird flitters into view from where you sit on a bench in a forested park. its winter, and the trees feel bare and lonely. surprisingly, the bird isnt a pigeon - it's a vermillion flycatcher. the bird stands out triumphantly against the monochrome sky as if a beacon, or a challenge to some higher power that says i am here. its bold, its singular, and one cant help but admire the sheer presence of this small vermillion creature. but when it opens its beak and sings, the trees dont look so lonely any more.

@next-autopsy - you know that color when a fire burns down, and the embers are glowing with a deep mahogany? the edges of smoke dont obscure the color or heat from the coals, it only seems to make them more ephemeral. its a mesmerizing color, its the feeling where you want so desperately to stretch out your fingers and know what that heartbeat of fire feels like, and although the burn doesnt completely dissuade you, you still pull your hand back. the dancing mahogany glows a little brighter, then dimmer, as if in time with your breathing.

@onlyyouexisthere - the words "pale green" dont quite do justice to the vibes your presence gives off. the softest pale green? cashmere, the color of mint leaves reflecting morning dew? maybe that's the closest, the feeling of looking out over a snow-brushed hill, hands warmed by a mug of silver needle tea, wrapped in a cozy cashmere sweater. something comforting but crisp, familiar but fresh, nostalgic but new. something pale green.

@land-sh - one time, i was on an airplane flying across the arctic. it was the middle of the night, and i looked out the window and slowly, over the course of two hours, watched the sun rise. the sky started as a pitch black, stars breaking up the endless void, and slowly, one color at a time it lightened into a blindingly bright day. but there was a moment, about 37 minutes in, and im pretty sure everyone on the plane was asleep. outside, all i could see was this deep, vast purple. it felt like there could be anything and everything beyond that color, and i was the only in the universe who would ever see it. idk why, but thats the color and vibe that comes to mind when i think of you.

@coco-bean-1218 - see, i thought about chocolate brown for you before i even realized that its just your username. but maybe its more than chocolate, maybe something closer to chestnut. you're that feeling when you walk through an orchard, it's november, and although the sun is shining its the kind of sun that seems to make everything more crisp than warm. as you walk through, there's a small crunch under your shoe - a chestnut. there's a deeply satisfying smell in the air, something woody and comforting, and you just want to get lost in the rows upon rows of chestnut brown dotting the branches and littering ground.

@samwinchesterslostshoe - okay so bear with me on this one - slate gray. the slate gray of a city on a rainy day, clouds and sky and sidewalk almost blending together into one entity. you duck into a coffee shop you never would have noticed if not for the weather. at first, you think the walls are just reflecting the color from the outside, and you feel a lonely pang. but then, you notice it - art, stickers, little notes of love written in sharpie and tucked in the space between tables. they stand out among the walls, and the absence of color makes their presence even brighter. and the coffee? so good. it's the best you've ever had, and you realize the coffee shop is just like the walls - you find beauty you never would have noticed without the slate gray of the sky.

....so i have no idea if any of this makes sense outside of my head, but here we are. if i missed you i am so sorry!!!

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okay okay i am sorry this is so long-winded. i am in fact, a long-winded bitch.

but thank you so much for asking this, and for just being such a wonderful part of our community! i hope your day goes super well!! 💕💕

[bucketspammer4life]

☆ How The Boxers Drive ☆

made this bc evil (im running out of excuses) this has been rotting in my queue for a while now

Glass Joe

- Really paranoid, i dont blame him cars are really flammable

- will panic if even one scratch gets on his car

- Just really careful with where he parks & when he parks

- if anything suspicious is on his windshield he'll panic because what if its used to mark him for something

-you know how moms go "slow down your gonna crash!!" if you speed up while driving? Yeah thats him

Von Kaiser

- unhinged driver, he'll go 50 kilometers a hour with the most bored expression ever

- put on your seatbelts because he loves to take sudden turns

- you have to hold on for dear life to anything because he doesnt understand what the words "slow down" means

- do not turn on the lights, just dont or he'll literally hiss at you

- driving like hes in a police chase, damn peepaw slow down

Disco Kid

- blasting his ears out + also going ridiculously fast

- you better hope the radio stops after a crash or you'll die to california girls

- doesnt do sudden turns thankfully

- drives even faster at nighttime, disco is really out for blood

- dont even bother honking at him, he cant hear you over his 92827298272 hour playlist

King Hippo

- he cant drive, what are you all on

- no literally, even if he could find a car to fit him, he still wouldnt be able to operate it

- too overwhelming for him anyways

- He gets carsick too easily

Piston Hondo

- actually responsible & obeys traffic laws (LIKE A LOSER!! BOO TOMATO TOMATO TOMATO RUN OVER PEOPLE INSTEAD!!)

- cant listen to music while driving, it just doesnt work for him

- if you honk at him he'll stare into your soul

- actually reading the road signs (LIKE A NERD!! BOO TOMATO TOMATO TOMATO THE LAW SUCKS)

- overall responsible driver

Great Tiger

- another driver from hell

- honks to communicate with people, at some point you'll have to consider ripping off the steering wheel or your ears

- blasting his music, he has damaged hearing because of that

- speed limits are for cowards,he'll gladly go 100 in a 30 zone

- reading road signs but not caring at all

Bear Hugger

- oh no.

- okay driver but wont shut up, bear we get it you shouldnt piss off or piss ON a moose you couldve ended it there

- eating snacks in the backseat makes him do the ultimate dad move™ (the hand thingy dads do when you eat snacks)

- "yeah you can push those to the side make yourself comfortable" as his backseat is filled with maple syrup bottles, a pair of moose antlers and the weirdest shit you can imagine, bear im really sure you dont need a entire ass stop sign

- doesnt speed but takes sudden turns way too often for your stomach to stay in one piece (can we get much higherrr, so highhh)

- also honks to communicate

Don Flamenco

- this fucking menace needs to be stopped

- He sings in the car, Don nobody needs to hear you sing poker face please dont crash

- unintentionally speeding, always 5 km over the speed limit

- holy shit he needs his license taken away

- He texts while driving, how worse can you get??

- you know "get in loser, we're going shopping."? yeah thats him whenever he comes to pick someone up

- Does more singing than driving

Aran Ryan

- wait what

- He actually obeys traffic laws & is okay with speed limits? What a switch

- He knows how to shut up too

- He may be a nuisance but he keeps it off the road because nuh uh no one is dying in a car crash today

- has sobbed in his car multiple times (mostly while driving) thats the most you can get him

- him & his car have been through thick and thin, he has laughed in that car, cried in that car, screamed in that car, sung in that car, he has went through everything with his car, it legally counts as an artifact

Soda Popinski

- license, on the kitchen table, NOW.

- he used to drive when drunk when he was a alcoholic (hence his past name, vodka drunkenski)

- doesnt use any kind of navigation when driving, he uses his gut feelings & they either: work, fail miserably or have you end up in a seperate country and either way its concerning

- has crashed into multiple signs & trees

- speeds when bored

- oh my god this man is a mess

Bald Bull

- calm the fuck down

- same deal as kaiser, unhinged driver with the most bored expression ever while asking you "how was your day?" like dude please slow down

- hes the reason the term road rage exists

- will gladly get out of the car to fight someone

- honking at him is a one way ticket to fucking die - land

- i hope awkward conversations are your thing because he'll try to do a icebreaker and ask stuff

- keep the lights off unless its the night or he'll chuck you out of the car like you're a McDonald's™ napkin

Super Macho Man

- jail.

- hes driving on the sidewalk. DRIVING ON THE SIDE FUCKING WALK.

- drives even if hes tired

-suprisingly brash with his car considering it costs a fortune

- He didnt hit the street lamp, it hit him

- blasting the worst music ever as he goes through a quiet neighborhood at 3 am

Mr Sandman

- oh my god finally a good driver

- hes a law abiding citizen

- hes the only one allowed to drive

- the only thing you can get him on is slamming his car door a little too hard but thats better than going 92827281962629912619916281972729229 in a 30 km zone or stopping halfway through to fight someone

- will not talk, ever.

- hes the first option when the wvba needs to ride somewhere and cant find a driver

[j0nika]

HOLD UP, since your mom bought Rebellion for you as a birthday present, is today your birthday?!

Also…how was it…? I hope you liked it! (Of course if you have trouble processing what happened, feel free to ask)

That was the best movie

i have ever watched.

i went through all 5 stages of grief within the matter of 5 minutes.

SPOILERS FOR MADOKA MAGICA REBELLION BELOW!

i feel like i have never been so touched by a piece of media in my life

since the movie is so long, im not going to touch on every part, only the ones that were the most important to me

I WAS VERY CONFUSED AT THE BEGINNING. it was a huge surprise that the world had been fake (pretty much), because i was almost positive that was homura in her early stages of time travelling....NO. everything had already happened...

when they had begun talking about how the world was created by a witch, i was confused on how Bebe was relevant, since there had been no previous mention of them...and for them to imagine this ENTIRE WORLD just didnt sit right with me. once they started to mention it a little more, i had immediately known it was homura.

still, i started to get emotional when the world started to burn, and it was revealed that homura really was behind this. homura had been the thing she had sworn not to trust, what she hated with all her heart, trapped in her own cage she was trying to escape from...quite literally. that in itself was pretty beautiful to me :(

after all of that, when homura had pretty much sentenced herself to death to make sure that madoka would not be taken advantage of, madoka ended up trying so hard to save homura...i think that their love for eachother is definitely mutual, even if it seems like homuras might overpower madokas, i know that madoks truly cares about keeping homura safe and even in a moment of sacrifice madoka still just longed to be with homura and didnt want her to end that way, it was such a heartwarming moment

especially when god madoka came down to help homura, i started tearing up, it was really pretty and i had these lighst going on in my room and i was wondering the whole time "what does fantasy mean by people dont like what homura does at the end? everything seems fine right now!"

........

HOMURA

WHAAAAAATTTTT?!???!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Holy FUCKING SHIT I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT.

I THINK THAT WAS MY *FAVORITE* PLOT TWIST THAT I HAVE EVER SEEN IN AN ANIME...IT SERIOUSLY BROUGHT OUT ALL THE EMOTIONS IN ME

i was STARING at my tv with my mouth open i could not believe it.....AND WHEN SHE STARTED TO SMILE, I GOT SUPER EXCITED!! I tend to accidently headcanon characters insanity as the smiling insanity, as if they broke, and i had started drawing homura like that but figured it wasnt fitting for her.....DAMN WAS I WRONG!!!!

i LOVE how homura had become an obsessive....not quite lustful, but more...PURELY EVIL DEMON....who had seperated madokas human form and god form to create a madoka who would be able to live happily (i believe?) with an altered memory...GOD, that scene was so POWERFUL, ive been stuck thinking about it all day today....DAMNIT HOMURA, I LOVE YOU EVEN WHEN YOU ARE EVIL!!! And this insane character development just made me love her even more!!!!!!!

then, at the end, when madoka had ended up quickly reuniting with her god form....and the way that homura said that the ribbons look better on madoka....JESUS...i was THIS CLOSE TO CRYING!!! it was almost a bittersweet ending, and that was the best route they couldve chosen...i couldnt tell if i felt sad, at peace.....it was really really beautiful!

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

that scene with the flower field....THE SCENE WITH THE FLOWER FIELD HAD ME NEAR SOBBING...i thought it was gorgeous and the way that they hugged...the thought that this would be one of the last times homura would be able to hear madoka say those heartfelt things to her, just seeing her sit there....it was really blissful :(

THE SCENE WITH THE STATUE TURNING TO TAR!!!! that was AMAZING symbolism, holy shit! i just kinda stared at the tv for a little bit...its as if homuras love was infecting madoka....i love it so much.

i cant quitteee remember this one very well, but when madoka started t-posing and sunk into the ground, becoming this liquid, the homura becoming liquid, then a mini homura smashing it up? I DONT THINK IM REMEMBERING IT RIGHT, but i just know that it kind of hit me, it reminded me of no matter how hard homura had kept trying to save madoka, she kept dying...and all she went through within all of the timelines were ultimately very small and hardly mattered, since in the end, she failed...THATS HOW I SAW IT!

(and also, the fight with mami was AMAZING!!!! The music, the combat, the intensity, oh my god!! and when homura shot herself, and then held it up to mami, i was like WHATS GOING ON?!?!?)

this movie was absoloutely beautiful, touching, intense, i....literally have no words to describe it.

I PROBABLY WOULDVE NEVER GOTTEN TO WATCHING IT IF YOU DIDNT RECCOMEND IT TO ME FANTASY!!! THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO MUCH...that was *seriously* one of the best experiences of my life, i went through so much in such a little amount of time...the fascinating scenery with the witches and the everything looked amazing as always, this was just a very very special and UNIQUE movie to me and i stayed involved the whole time...I DONT THINK ANYTHING THAT ILL EVER WATCH WILL TOP THAT, HONESTLY.....

thank you SO SO SO SO SO MUCH!!!! I LOVED IT!!! 10000000/10.....it genuinely couldnt have been better!!!!! and it only made me love homura even more!!!!!!!!

(ALSO, TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION, it is not my birthday! my birthday is in 9 days, march 16th! STILL COUNTS AS A BIRTHDAY PRESENT!)

[savetheghost]

job ramble

yknow my job is like

tricking viewers into believing the things i make defy gravity

like

mounting stuff in picture frames

god i love my job its weird as fuck

maybe my coworkers suck somtimes and it doesnt pay as good as it really honestly should and if it did pay just a living wage id never ever ever think about getting a new job

but holy fuck its weird as shit

just like the absolute insanity of the range of stuff i handle on a daily basis

like legit

stuff i handle can be old as balls

like i am intimately acquainted with how paper ages man and im in charge of making sure it doesnt age as badly as it would unhandled

i get 100 year old newpapers and all those wnat to do is actually turn into dust in your hands

i know how different adhesives and tape will decay over the course of a century

my job is an existential crisis like twice a week and i LOVE it i fucming LOVE my JOB what the FUCK look how BEAUTIFUL THIS SHIT IS their HANDWRITING

every time theres a note left on the backing paper i cut it out and make sure it stays with the art and like with that one ill leave a note saying when and where it got reframed

my initials are all over the goddamn place and with this shit its REALLY likely that itll stick around for a long while

like sometimes i open a piece up and rhe framer befoee me went and left their little note too

god i love my job i love it i recommend it if you can go work in a frame shop just fucking do it

i got to frame a nekkid alucard in the most ostentatious gogantic gothic frame ever and thats how i pay for food

thats my fucking JOB

like legit go work in framing

were dying out

its so hard to find people to do this job cause people dont know its a job in the first place and you get to learn such weird shit about people and the stuff they think is important and i get to frame kids art and beautiful oil paintings and family photos and peoples college degrees and jesus fucking christ i love my stupid fucking job look at THIS

like what the FUCK am i LOOKING AT sometimes

WHAT THE FUCK WERE THE SWINGIN SCHOOLGIRLS DOING IN ‘57