#in conclusion me and WHO 😭😭😭😭

[historygirlie]

Me to Odysseus in this:

WHOA AWESOME MAN I LOVE YOU GET BACK TO YOUR WIFE YOU ARE STANDARDS!!!

Me to Odysseus in these:

Oh my motherfreaking gods this bitch is such an idiot I hate him so much.

So lately I have come to the conclusion, that although Odysseus and the Odyssey are most probably works of fiction, due to the “males are the best” mentality of that time (also in our times too)they make us see the characters as heroes, as the good guys who are justified for everything they do. (Yes we often use the term WELL IT IS ANCIENT GREECE WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?! But we never use that on females do we 😭?) my point is that the Illiad and the Odyssey are so male orientated that we get the idea that the characters are heroes despite EVERYTHING they do. Yes I like that lately many have come to the light that Achilles was really kind of an asshole and Patroclus was actually an arrogant man etc but we need to realize that there are many versions of the story and tbh after reading Circe and the Penelopiad I kinda feel that Ody was a good guy in the male POV’s but in the female ones he was js a liar and cheater 😭🤚🤚. I LOVE EPIC THE MUSICAL AND JORGE RIVERA HERRANS (our Mr. Jalapeño) also Ody’s portrait in it has taken creative liberties and it has turned him into more fictional than close to the actual Odyssey but more people should know that out of the fictional world of Epic the Musical Ody wasn’t such a good guy in many interpretations.

[imorynn]

I’m gonna rant like stupid don’t mind me

It bothered you that you could never quite get your foot in the door. Whenever it opened and a wary eye appeared in the crack, it closed before the first blink.’

It’s so simple, but it carries so much weight?? I’m tweaking 😭😭 BUT it paints Joan so vividly while underscoring reader’s somewhat frustration and longing 💁‍♀️💁‍♀️

The dynamic between reader and Joan is evidently raw and layered with this tension that shifts between tenderness and frustration; Joan’s gruffness, her sharp edges, and the subtle cracks in her armor even if she tries to hide it —

Reader has me in shambles. You can FEEEEEL their yearning in every small gesture, every quiet thought; where Joan sucks the blood from their finger, or when they place their head in her lap, is so so freaking intimate but loaded with unspoken things?? Me personally, I felt it all coming ALIVEEE —

I’m FLOORED by how you balanced emotional depth with these quiet sensory moments that just stabbed in my chest and pierced my freaking heart —

You lived and you learnt with her, yet the amount of touch exchanged was as small as between strangers.

The ACHE exists, guys 😭😭😭 the longing for connection while Joan is constantly pushing away; JOAN, LET ME FUCKING LOVE YOU. PLEASE. And perhaps spit on me but in difference circumstances if you well —

I’m just a gay who enjoys my heart being messily sliced into two, then having the burn of angst rubbed on the scorching wounds. BUT. BUT. I ALSO don’t mind my heart being stitched together with part 2 depending on what you had in mind ( fluff, or Yk, somewhere along the lines ;-; ) unless. UNLESS, UNLESS, you know, you decide to take advantage of the open wounds and pour even MORE angst over them before STOMPING ON MY TORN ORGAN.

Yeah, well, either works. 💁‍♀️💁‍♀️

*clears throat* Anyways …

IN CONCLUSION, you’ve ruined me though I’m thankful for it, thank you very much, and you’ve managed to bring Joan Clayton to LIFE with your writing, and I’m expecting her to show up at my doorstep <33

🦇Ballentry Moor🦇

Joan Clayton x fem!reader

tags: Dark, Pining, Hurt No Comfort, very vaguely implied past assault, very subtext-heavy, Bathing/Washing, nonsexual nudity, Older Woman/Younger Woman, Unrequited Love?, Loneliness, lots of spit stuff for some reason?, SFW otherwise

summary: Once upon a time, Joan saved you and took you back to her cabin. You've been living with her ever since, and with time, you have developed feelings for her. The challenge is trying to make her understand that.

wc: ~ 2.5 k (Chapter 1/2)

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The fog never lifted from Ballentry Moor. A heavy blanket and smothering embrace at once, spreading gloom and offering refuge from witness' eyes. You had fallen victim to the moor, once upon a time, and lay in its murky soil, returned to and devoured by Mother Earth with vines slung around your wrists and ankles, until the swamp witch herself had cut you free.

You'd gone home with her, treading the same path you were following now in the muted indigo hues of twilight, back to her dilapidated brick house with a wicker basket full of mushrooms and roots on your arm. Stepping through the front door, the scent of vegetable broth boiling in the cauldron filled your nostrils. Joan stood next to it, with her back turned towards you, and stirred.

"Fortune smiled upon me today," you announced, heading straight to the kitchen table, where you set down your basket and began picking out mushrooms. "Harvest was good."

Joan acknowledged you with a hrmpf noise, as was her manner, and you returned your attention to the mushrooms, proceeding to wash them and taking out a chopping board and knife that could do with a sharpening. As you chopped them into slices and cubes, your gaze kept flitting to her, tossing basil into the cauldron, tasting from the iron ladle, pouring more salt into it as if it were not over-salted already.

"I feel it," she said, lifting her head and pausing her stirring.

"Hm?"

"You look at me with want."

The knife—suddenly forgotten about—escaped your control and cut into your finger instead of the mushroom. You hissed and dropped the knife with a loud clink, which prompted Joan to turn and size you up with a grim frown. Upon spotting the droplet of blood forming across the tip of your forefinger, she let the ladle fall into the cauldron and approached, grabbing your wrist to inspect the cut. You gasped when she took your finger into her mouth and sucked the blood off, then pushed your hand away, saying, "Paper cut. Cry, little babe."

You wiped your finger on your apron, cleaning her spit off it, in mild disbelief. The cut had already stopped bleeding. You finished chopping the mushrooms and took the cutting board to the cauldron, where Joan made space for you to scrape them into the broth. The steam wafted into your face and glazed it damp; your cheeks reddened too over the fire, but Joan's eyes on your movements had a similar effect.

"What is it you want, little mudbug?"

"Nothing of importance."

You avoided her eyes and left her proximity under the guise of putting the knife and cutting board away. Though the warmth behind your navel never ceased, neither did that in your cheeks. Joan hrmpf'ed again and tended to her broth.

-> continue on Ao3

[luthwhore]

possibly controversial opinion but people who think the sum total of superman’s personality can be distilled down to “he’s nice :)” have at best a surface level understanding of him and at worst have absorbed the entirety of their view of him from random tumblr text posts.

[skunkes]

longlegs fucking sucked 😭

[nartml]

Saw a comment describe killugon as 'born to be brothers, forced to be best friends'.

And I just have to say that, out of all the things that have never happened, that has never happened the most.

[moutainrusing]

I knoww I love btikm so much😭❤️ listened to dream state, looping it rn (love it, love overdosing on byler best friend angst) also the WHOLE song is them, entire thing, in general, it’s after Will’s left for Lenora and Mike’s remembering their friendship and then what it was like when Will was missing and presumed dead (and now how life’ll feel incomplete without Will) !! (I’m so excited about them being sad–) (not *sad* sad,,) (added to my byler playlist) (also helpp Mike thinking he’s the only queer kid😭 not like other guys™)

I think Robin n Vickie also played those like. trumpets. at his match !! and Steve is awesome, and SO would love to get one of his (honorary) kids into sport. didn’t Lucas go on a whole hunt with Jason for Eddie tho? I didn’t like the Eddie betrayal… oh yeah I get it, having multiple interests is important (me with my hyperfixation in the corner👀) but Lucas was always in his own skin. like in s1 when he went off to find Will on his own and didn’t let other people take him from his goal. and with the water bottle when he dribbled back into it cos he’s so unself-conscious😭 (don’t need ya validation🥴🤟)

they did kill the other poc as Vecna’s victim (in the scenes I’ve seen, he and Lucas don’t seem that close tho?) (also that scene made me kinda like Jason cos he was holding his friend’s dead body and looking so miserable and gutted and I was like… bro acc cares bout his friends… aww friendship😭) but I suppose basketball’s associated with Black people? like, 70.4% of the players are Black. (0.2% are Asian😭) maybe it’s a cultural thing? wait I googled it, medium says that lower-class African-American people used to play basketball a lot on the streets, and then basketball companies opened opportunities up to Black people way before other sports. then genetically, Black people are faster and more energetic (so their genes suit the sport) (which suggests Lucas learned from his parents?) data says that most Black kids are encouraged by their parents (who were encouraged by their parents) and also in the media, where they see athletes that (finally) look like them playing basketball. in conclusion I love basketball as a way for Lucas to connect to his culture.

lmaoo I’m always nervous bout whether or not kids younger than me actually like me😭 also I want them to look up to me. (in physics today I was doing my practical in a yr 8 class and was so scared bc I wanted them to think I was smart and a good role model😭) (I’m literally a foot taller than them, why am I scared.)

no but it is kudos to stranger things for demonstrating the fact that parental abuse exists for these reasons:

ok but post-lil Henry killing his parents, I don’t like *Vecna.* I don’t like how this monster is killing children he doesn’t even know :( the ones who need love and care :(( so I specifically think *Henry* could’ve been redeemed. but Vecna is no way. that’s why I say Henry when I talk bout him??

art be dragging your exams for too long✋

(thanks for the tag !!)

hiii rue :) 

I hope you’ve had a lovely week so far 🥰

i’ve had a weird week (specifically a very weird day) so, I thought maybe i’d spread some kindness 💖

I never expected so many honest conversations on this little app, I always hoped i’d make fandom friends somehow, but I didn’t think i’d get one like you ✨

You inspired me to indulge in my creative freedom and write fanfics again. I had the time but no ideas, before you. It might’ve taken nine months but I wrote again, and I missed it. I don’t want to wait another nine months to write anything else. And I won’t have to because you continue to inspire me :)

Also you’re genuinely so lovely, you have faith in people and the world, and whether you value your stubbornness or not, I truly do. In a world that feels unstable right now, you have a moral voice guiding you that I wish others had. 

Plus you’re open and you listen and you’re willing to consider your view and consider if you’re right, which is the most important part to being stubborn really. In my opinion.

And you know, you’re insanely creative, it’s so cool how ur brain works and I cannot say that enough. 

That’s… all I guess :) SORRY im not as good at popping up in ur inbox with cute little messages like you do with meeeee <3 

i adore talking to u

LOVE U RUE 🥰

hi glue!!!

thank youu🥰 I've had a pretty average week to be honest, how was yours, good weird or bad weird?

I never expected to make online friends in general (I mean, stranger danger, safety first etc. etc.) but then I met you and slowly I was like... hold on... you're not a stranger anymore so WE'RE FRIENDS AND I LOVE YOU AND I'M SO HAPPY YOU DECIDED TO TRUST ME TOO

your fanfics are ALL YOU, amazing like YOU. always do the things you love❤️ and I'm honoured you take inspiration from me😭🫶

I'm not that lovely😭 it's because we're texting, right, usually I never think before I speak but with you I dooo. meet me when I'm stubborn about the wrong thing:

(flips sides like a massive hypocrite, "who me? no, I don't think so... really, I would never say that, I've always been so morally correct-")

don't worry glue, our world is stable because you are the glue to my stick and we STICK :p

(^my creativity at it's finest🫡)

WDYM you're not good at popping up with cute messages?! this is so sweet, it can't get sweeter, thank you so muchh!! you're always spreading kindness��� by existing and sharing your beliefs and being willing to change and listening and always trying to be the best person you can be, because you are the best person, and you inspire me to be more generous and think outside of the box and rant for as long as I like about whatever passions I have- in conclusion you are everything and more, WDYM you're not good at cute messages, your favourite emoji is: 🥰

AND I USED TO DISLIKE THAT EMOJI.

but now I love it because of you. thanks for that✋

I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BRAIN🥰 (look at how I now excessively use that emoji. I'm changed😭)

[deiaiko]

#19.3 Unravel

It had been some time since Agni felt this nervous. Not even talking with Jinsung Ha recently had made him feel like this. He fiddled with the mask on his hand as he waited for Grace to come back. He had thought hard on how to deliver the news, but he knew that no matter how he phrased it, Grace would be upset. Velt nuzzled under his palm and Agni gave her a few pats, before deciding that she would be better inside her bowl in his lighthouse, just in case the shinsu acted up around Grace after he received the news.

Grace came back wearing the comfiest shirt and shorts Agni knew Grace liked to wear on lazy days. He joined him on the floor, and they ate dinner together. Agni always finished last, so while waiting for him to finish his meal, Grace told him about his day with Bam. Grace was intrigued by how much his way of thinking had changed, and how glad he was to be able to be by Bam's side when he was having a bad day. It reminded Agni of the hidden floor, when Grace faced his sworn enemy.

They left the used bowls on the coffee table and went to brush their teeth. Afterwards, they turned off the light and went upstairs to sit on their bed. Grace's curious gaze never left him, and Agni curled his feet nervously.

Grace was the one who broke the silence. "So…what is it?"

Agni's breath hitched. This was the part he dreaded most. "I talked with the crocodile earlier. Did you know that he could manipulate stone already?"

"Huh." Grace needed a few seconds to let the information sink in. "Didn't Rak learn it on the Hell train? How does he know it?"

"Turns out our crocodile also traveled back to the past like us. He found the young crocodile and taught him."

"What?!" Grace gasped, wide eyed. "That means our Rak is–!!"

"He's dead." Agni quickly snuffed out that hope. They had been in delusion for long enough; it was time that they faced the bitter truth. "He suffered a fatal injury from the explosion. He couldn't have lasted long without proper help." Agni omitted the actual cause for Rak's death, but still kept his words true. "I'm sorry."

"…Oh." Grace looked lost, just like Agni was. His lips parted a little, but they closed before any sound escaped.

Agni gently squeezed Grace's hand, encouraging and comforting as he let the silence stretch on, giving Grace some time to process the information.

"Agni…" Grace whispered, "do you think Hatz and Isu…?"

Agni bit his lip and avoided his gaze, as the nightmare of that day replayed in his mind. He witnessed Hatz get his arm ripped off when trying to protect him. He could still recall the clang of a sword hitting the floor, and Hatz's suppressed scream that gnawed deep at his guilt. He witnessed Isu get beheaded after being taken hostage, the memory of warm blood painting them both still vivid like it happened yesterday. 

Agni refused to acknowledge their possible deaths, because it felt like a nightmare that one day he could hopefully wake up from. He avoided the topic when Grace brought it up, so he wouldn't have to say it aloud and make it real. He had been so hard on himself, because he couldn't get rid of the feeling that he had failed Grace and everyone else involved.

Agni knew this had to change if he wanted to live better, now that they had gotten a second chance. So he swallowed down the lump in his throat that had built up over the years and asked mostly to himself; "What are the odds of their survival?"

"There's always a chance–"

"Grace." Agni looked him straight in the eye. "They were already severely injured before the explosion hit."

Grace fell silent and went still.

Agni felt a pang of guilt upon witnessing Grace's reaction. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap." Agni fiddled with his hands. He realized that he didn't know how much Grace knew of what happened. "My scar…do you know how I got it?"

"I…was told it was from the family heads' battle." Grace looked thoughtful. Agni knew he was trying to be careful with his words. "A stray attack?"

"It could have been worse." The memory of the scorching heat on his skin felt like it had only happened yesterday. He passed out right when he was about to heal Isu, and only found out later that he also lost sweetfish at that time. The days he spent recovering from the burn, to withstand the excruciating pain every second he was conscious, and finally coming to terms that it'd be a permanent scar, was one of the turning points that had changed him forever. Were Grace not there to care for him, he might have ended up destroying himself even more.

Agni hadn't realized he had his left hand clawing on his cheek until Grace pried his hand off and frowned, "You're doing it again."

"Maybe I should wear the mask…" Agni muttered to himself. After all, Grace gave it to him less so he could hide the scar but more to prevent him from unconsciously hurting himself. The only time he could safely take it off was when Grace was around.

Agni bit his lip nervously when Grace didn't reply. He no longer had the courage to look Grace in the eye that spoke so much concern, so he leaned close and rested his head on Grace's chest. "Rak, Isu, Hatz and Hwaryun were trying to get me out of that damned place. But we were caught while escaping, and…it was a bloodbath. I was…too occupied to react to the incoming heat. Rak shielded us from the explosion. And when I woke up…"

"They weren’t with you," Grace finished it for him after Agni trailed off a moment too long.

Agni nodded dazedly, "I've been telling myself that they're still alive, after a blow that could kill rankers. But…who am I kidding? I was lucky enough to survive with just this little–" Agni vaguely pointed to himself– "inconvenience."

Agni felt a hand gripping his arm, and he pulled away to see Grace looking at him with a pained expression. His eyes were glossy and his lips were pulled into a thin line. Trusting his instinct, Agni reached out to gently trace and cup Grace's cheek with his free hand.

"I'm sorry," Agni muttered. "I'm sorry, for not telling you sooner."

Agni silently witnessed tears that streamed down on his love's face. It was a bitter sight that Agni wished he'd never have to see again, that he had tried to avoid for so long by not telling him. He pulled Grace in and held him close to his chest, as if Agni was trying to gather his own crumbled heart back together.

Grace mumbled their late best friends' names as he held onto him tighter, shaking from each breath he took between sniffles.

Agni felt his own eyes sting with unshed tears. He remembered the years he spent climbing the tower together with his old team. Despite their banter being his source of headaches, Agni knew he too had come to acknowledge them as his cherished friends. Only when they were gone did Agni realize how much he'd miss having them around. Seeing the younger them didn't exactly close the gaping hole in his heart, but at least the emptiness was more filled.

Agni squeezed Grace tighter. "We have their younger selves with us now. We will protect them better this time."

Grace only nodded and sank further into his embrace. And Agni planted kisses on his hair, relishing the thought that after everything he had gone through, Grace was still a constant in his life. As long as he had him, everything would be okay.

When Grace started shaking again, Agni caressed his hair and hummed a comfort song they had known by heart. Still, it didn't make falling asleep any easier for Agni, especially not after admitting that his nightmare was very much real. However, as he had been through grief…this, too, would pass.

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[killeroos]

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[sukugo]

i have to ask because i adore you and i want to know about your new blorbos- who are they and what are they and why are they always soaked in blood

JDHSJFHJFDDJFFSDFDF, oh man where do i start cassie.

they're from the anime/manga jujutsu kaisen, and they are:

gojo satoru. love of my fucking life. my fucking everything my boy my man, i am so so in LOVE with this man i cant even begin to tell u. he consumes my every waking thought, my life is dedicated to seeing him get fucked. (he's the guy in my header humping his all into the other's arm)

and (ryoumen) sukuna. beautiful sexy evil man.

(can u tell who's my fave)

so in this world, we have jujutsu sorcerers, who are people with special powers that they use to defeat/exorcise curses, which are basically evil spirits born of negative human emotions

gojo is the strongest jujutsu sorcerer alive. he is insanely strong, not a single person can go against him. his powers make it so that u literally physically cannot touch him. he controls "infinity" and can warp space, and he also has pretty special eyes that let him perceive things at a much deeper level than a regular person. those two things combined make him quite literally untouchable. and insanely powerful.

as for sukuna, he used to be a human who lived thousands of years ago, who used to be the strongest sorcerer of his time, and is considered to be the strongest sorcerer in history. he is the King of Curses, no one could ever defeat him, or destroy his soul, which he divided into his 20 preserved fingers so it would survive through time, even after dying.

so itadori yuuji

this lil baby boy (literally the babiest sweetest boy to exist btw) (he's actually the main character haha)

due to some stuff, he ends up eating one of sukuna's mummified fingers and sukuna reincarnates inside him. yuuji becomes a vessel for sukuna, who lives inside yuuji's mind now and sometimes takes over his body (reason why they look the same)

and now, yuuji is sentenced to be executed bc he holds the most evil sorcerer in history inside him, but gojo goes nope! wait a minute, let's not do that. and manages to convince the people in charge to postpone yuuji's execution, saying that they'll get yuuji to find and eat all of sukuna's fingers and then execute him, getting rid of sukuna all in one go.

ok so that's the context (that's actually what the anime's about haha), but as to gojo and sukuna.

THEY ARE IN LOVE

well, they're there. sdkkhfkjdkfdf

ok no, so like they do their things right. gojo is a teacher (tho we never actually see him do any teaching lmao) and sukuna lives inside yuuji and causes trouble sometimes. they don't really ever interact in the story (they literally meet and have a lil confrontation, decide to kill each other and never talk again djshjfdasdadfd) (until they actually have their Fight, more on that later)

BUT!!!!!!!! they may not interact, but they are completely tied together narratively.

as u can see, they're both the strongest from their respective times, so they have a lot of links when it comes to their characters themselves and what they are referred to in the story. specifically that, in being the strongest, they exist in a plane above everyone else, literally untouchable.

now, in the story, this position of strongest is coupled with solitude, being the strongest meaning u're alone and no one else understands you bc of this

and SO they have their fight. bc plot reasons right. this is obv what it was all gonna lead to. fight of the two strongest.

and the fight, consequently, revolves around that idea of solitude, and understanding each other.

which like. ok. yeah we saw that coming. ofc. no big deal.

EXCEPT, to make reference to their relationship and that idea of understanding each other, the term that is used is, and i kid u not, love.

there's a very specific phrase that is used multiple times between them. which is actually used originally with a character who shows romantic feelings towards sukuna.

she challenges sukuna to a fight and sukuna promises to marry her if she wins. her goal in this fight is to share in sukuna's solitude and show him love (read R→L)

but she says this to sukuna and this. this is his reaction.

SUKUNA KNOWS LOVE ALREADY

to which she gets super pissed bc that's not!!! love!!!!!!!

sukuna defeats/kills her. and u know when the next time that exact fucking phrase is used? when sukuna and gojo finally meet again and set up the date to have their Fight, where sukuna remembers her words

which tells us that.

sukuna was.

thinking about gojo when she said that.

*screams into hands*

BUT IT DOESN'T STOP THERE. this phrase is then repeated. multiple times.

1. right after gojo punches the fuck out of sukuna:

2. said in reference to gojo, when he realizes there's a chance of him losing:

3. gojo reminiscing about their fight:

so, as u can see, they were going to teach each other love. their fight is. canonically. about teaching each other love. what the FUCK.

but ENOUGH love talk (or else i'm at risk of going crazy insane)

LET'S TALK ABOUT HOW THEY'RE LOADED WITH SEXUAL TENSION

this was in their first meeting where they fought (for quite literally 10 seconds)

like... why he do dat.... .......... . ....

next day sukuna goes "hey im gonna kill u first <3" and gojo just goes "teehee omg really? *hair twirl* <3"

they also decide to have their final battle on dec 24 which is like a super romantic date in japan (explicitly said so by another character)

and their FIGHT. it is LITERALLY just them flirting and touching each other

LOOK AT THIS SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i fucking lost it. i still haven't recovered. that is the hottest thing i've ever seen in my life. gojo wants that dick so fucking bad

not to mention thigh grabs and hand touchies

and the entirety of the fight is just them having fun 😭😭 they're supposed "enemies" on opposite sides and the fate of the world is at stake here, but they actually don't give a fuck about that.

they're literally smiling and having a great fucking time. this fight for them is just play. their fight is just for them to have fun as the strongest and to connect with each other. they're enemies but they don't hate each other or anything, they only search for that sense of fulfillment in each other OTL

AND ABOUT THAT, oh my GOD

sukuna wins. he defeats gojo. and at the end, this. is what sukuna says to gojo at the end of the fight:

FUCKING. I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU. SCREAAAAM THAT'S ROMANCEEEEEE.

and the soft smile? the fucking petals falling all over them? oh GOD they're trying to kill me

but that's on sukuna's side, what about for gojo? well

HE GENUINELY TRIED TO REACH SUKUNA, GAVE IT HIS ALL TO CONNECT WITH HIM. TO TEACH HIM LOVE AGFKDHSKFHFKJFHDF (BUT HE FAILED HE COULDN'T GIVE SUKUNA WHAT SUKUNA GAVE HIM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)

HHRRRRGJFHSJDFHDSJFSDFA KJHDKFJSFKASLDKS ADKJKFHEWRKJEKRKTRELRW

and if i start crying OTL

but alas *deep breaths*

even without all that they're just very fucking sexy. two insane powerful men going at it? come on. how could u NOT want them together. they both hold the same title of the strongest, might as fucking well fuck nasty about it.

and oh god, when i tell u gojo is a fucking brat and he's so strong and untouchable, but then sukuna is capable of putting him down which is. insanely sexy. and i need it. i need gojo obliterated. and i know sukuna won't let me down (AND HE DID NOT. HE OBLITERATED THAT MAN) can he now obliterate his holes too

agdkhfhdkhdhs, anyways.... yeah.. that is the situation.........

im just gonna end this by saying

SUKUGO MY LOVES

[lewkwoodnco]

Okay I’m just so proud of this edit I just havee to talk abt some of the scene choices hehe🙈🙈

Mon, pine - ngl i completely forgot this scene existed until I randomly stumbled upon it while looking for some other screencaps and thank god I did cuz it fits SO WELL??? Lucy’s possessed by Annabel who’s talking abt someone else obviously but just LOOK at Lockwood’s face half of him wants to snap Lucy out of it/make sure she stays safe and the other half is just mesmerised by the sight of her looking at him like that. And the dialogue??? YOU LOVE ME, DONT YOU????? And he so obviously does but can’t say it/ is too scared to and it’s frightening to see lucy like this but he can’t look away he’s drinking in the sight like a man starved 😭 just the juxtaposition of lovkwood’s pining and the cheekily on-the-nose ‘you love me don’t you’ line creates this delicious tension ARGH the writers were sick SICKKK for this

Tue, long - as soon as he first laid eyes on lucy it’s like he can’t help but let his gaze linger over her and even though she’s the candidate being interviewed the way he tries to impress her as he gives her the tour (the basement training area, the ‘high security’ storage room, her room in the attic) it’s like you can tell he’s already desperately hoping that she’ll join as if he’s longing for company like hers

Wed, ache - love is nothing if not pain like other than the obvious physical pain of being in such close proximity to a flare explosion etc bro is HURTING with regret for putting her (and george) in danger just cuz he insisted they take the case and now they’re in so deep and its all his fault but also he just wanted to fix the 62 sheen road fallout keep his agency open (it’s almost like he wants to prove to her that he/lockwood and co. is worth sticking with) but it’s all gone so wrong and he’s just drowningggg in physical and mental anguish only love can hurt/ACHE like this frfr

Thu, sigh - but at the end of the day lockwood is still a 16 ish year old boy who sucks at expressing his innermost feelings and doesn’t know how to deal with jealousy in any way other than being moody about it/suppressing it and this scene is like yea these are kids fighting ghosts night after night but for five minutes they get to be regular angsty teenagers and have the air between them hang heavy with unspoken words and it’s all so dumb and frustrating but also they’re teenagers what ELSE are they going to do HHHHHHH like look at his face!!! bro is befuddled. dumbfounded. bamboozled even. (what do you mean you’re going out with Kipps i thought we’ve been playing house tgt what)

Fri, lament - as funny as this scene is it’s oddly sweet how he’s ranting so openly to Lucy and like the way she tries to reason with him (he probably signed the same NDA we did) and he STILL stomps around throwing a fit aurgghh it’s so adorable just kiss already

Sat, crave - just look at him. bro is down bad for every single part of lucy it’s like he can’t get enough of her, he’s not even hiding it here like look at him watch her like she’s the most precious thing in the world ughhh

Sun, yearn - ooh this scene is like the breaking point of all the accumulated hidden feelings and thoughts between them and he’s messed up so badly atp even lucy is properly pissed (where’s that incorrect quote - my girl is mad at me I am going to KILL myself) but he’s just too paralysed by 16-year-old-boy syndrome to respond to her (tho he finally gets his head on somewhat right in the next scene) so he just stares at her and takes the scolding wondering how things got this bad when all he had done was care and love and yearn for Lucy (can’t you see his heart clawing out of his chest to get to her)

Also I think it’s so hilarious that in the scene in the top gif he’s talking to lucy aka the very person that has him BOOKED AND BUSY with longing 😭😭

a week in the life of London's youngest agency head (insp.)

[prairiemule]

Essence of Steel Door

[sugarcarnation]

can’t believe lucy is canonically the queen on dazais chessboard and yet we’ve never even seen them interact

[thatrandombystander]

Nooo don't overthink the social interaction and get self conscious and insecure you're so sexy ah ha

[unproduciblesmackdown]

speaking of bsol through speaking of xmas xtrav that like i'm so augh god hand over heart falling over (just like the bloodsong b/c it's the like conclusion of being Overwhelmed By Artistic Effect that then in the ideal version you may as well die) at the thought of the finale where you have the main plot conclude as that Story w/those Themes like ah but even then, the influence, the other the musicians now, that this whole time like yeah you have to do it even if you just keep building or die or were thwarted even prior to that b/c you didn't know you wouldn't be....but that then just like in the opening song Outlaw or sort of distillation of the theme abt being someone making art Last On Land or that at other points other characters have emerged as not really their characters not really a greek chorus but elements of the story helping to Tell It, here's Everyone again for the friendship song altogether & each with an instrument & like not even able to see it but pics & imagining & the enthusiasm & the Thematic Resonance like this is when you are pursuing these pursuits together like _o__ (splayed out facedown emoji) aaauuughhh ;;mm;; bsol finale with everyone showing up playing & singing & dancing the song celebratory finale it's all the Theme when the full cast of Characters had only ever all been together for the one standoff scene at the end & yet obviously We've known them all & everyone is outlaws which is a song like i'm already going sicko mode & this is just the intro, so yknow, The Conclusion, good lord find an iconis musical finale without that place for the celebratory outpouring of enthusiasm right amidst other feelings & situations but Good Lord Here's This in a story that'll always have been all about people's depths & heights & widths & breadths & variations & tumult & all the dimensions, people will have Brought It all over the place & it's like yes leap around together playing & singing this song together which isn't The Story but is such an extension of it b/c bsol has its show within the show quality still infused all in it & if this flurry of Actors Celebrating Outpouring We Put On This Show but still within the show you are seeing as an audience in this venue wouldn't have been part of the original plan with a whole [outside the show within the show] plotline like. embraces bsol holding it so hard my becherished

[tkfluff-fanatic]

Sometimes I look at other Countryhumans fans and wonder if we're in the same fandom

[coralhoneyrose]

Done with the second draft of my piece for the fic exchange I’m participating in! Drastically overshot my target word count but no one is really surprised there.

It’s been strange working on something other than fake dating—haven’t written anything else since Chrobin week last year. But I should be able to make my second round of revisions to the exchange fic in the next few days and then I can dive into the new chapter! Hopefully the time away will have been good for me and I can go in feeling inspired and refreshed ✨