#it probably wasnt a coincidence ���and it will happen again

[puppppppppy]

i like him

[honoriotsusuki]

🎨𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋 𝙃𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙉 𝙈𝙔 𝙈𝙊𝙈-🎨

Fyodor x reader

Hard crack and fluff

DESC: Dazai had always hoped his mother would find someone again after his father left her when he was young. However he was not all to pleased to find out she found a FUCKING TERRORIST

WARNINGS: Mentions of terrorism. Everybody begrudgingly tolerates each other as opposed to outright killing each other. Probably ooc Fyodor. Suggestive but it's played for laughs. Kinda spoiler for Fyodors ability if you squint.

Dazai never knew his father. And he never wanted to. He had walked out on his mother when he was less than a year old. And yet his mother did it all for him. She tried her best to help him in any way she could despite her struggles and lack of child support. So as Dazai got older he had hoped his mother would find someone worth her time. A guy that treated her well and made sure she was well taken care of. This is not what he meant by that.

[NAME] stood there happily. Elated to finally introduce the two. Dazai had to fight back the urge to gag, scream, and strike the rat all at once. His eye slightly twitching. Fyodor. His mom was dating a fucking terrorist and she hadnt the smallest clue. His sweet, loving, passionate mother. This was ridiculous. His mother was young, she had him in her late teens so she was in her mid to late thirties, early forties. DAZAI HAD NO FUCKING CLUE HOW OLD THIS RAT BITCH WAS. I mean really- for all he knew he predated the fuckinf dinosaurs. He could've had a drinking contest with Christopher godamn Columbus and he would be none the wiser.

Fyodor- wasnt taking this all too well either. I mean, really - how the hell was this your son!? When Fyodor first met you, he saw you as yet another good person who had to live in a world of tainted ability users. However, he began to see you more frequently. Whether that be by coincidence or subconsciously going to places he had seen you before, he didn't know. But it all led in him, eventually asking you out. Fyodor never considered himself a romantic. He had plans - big ones! He couldn't risk distracting himself. But it was something about the way you spoke, your gentle demeanor and sweet mannerisms. How your coat was slightly stained with bright paint. So, of course, he wasn't risking losing you. When you stated dating, you had laid out immediately that if your son didn't like him, it couldn't happen. You valued his opinion over all else. And Fyodor admired it. You were a loving mother. But if he knew your son was the living embodiment of the "'hang' in there!" cat posters, he would have hired an assasin to take him out. (Not that it would've worked anyway. Dazai never seems to stay dead.)

So now here they both sat, at a cute brunch spot eating together. Anytime you looked their way, their smiles would be back. But the moment you left for the bathroom, they both began openly debating.

"Stop fucking my Mom." Dazai grit his teeth, his fork slightly scratching against his face. Fyodor rolled his eyes, "we haven't performed coitus as of yet you imbecile." He scoffed. Dazai visibly recoiled, relieved and yet disgusted. "Who the hell calls it that?" He gagged. "I would rather adress it as such than with vulgar language-" Fyodor argued. "Oh my god. You sound like a fucking Victorian man. What do the sight of her ankles get your rocks hard my guy?" Dazai groaned. "If you keep this up I will make love with her to spite you." Fyodor glared. Dazai paused. Turning to him in disbelief.

"You wouldnt-

"Watch me, cretin."

@HONORIOTSUSUKI

[chrisstvrns]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⊹₊✮˙

aurora's matt sturniolo & fangirl!reader au

warnings: use of y/n, kinda fast moving relationship? second person pov

word count: 1.9k

for the next couple hours after arriving, you and the triplets hung out in the living room while marylou got dinner ready, and of course you all helped her. as you shredded the mozzarella and matt grated the parmesan at the table, you had natural small talk as if you had been friends for years. within the next hour, the table was all set and you were seated in between matt and nick. as soon as you take a bite of the chicken, you immediately melt at the taste. you finish chewing your bite before looking up and speaking. 

“mrs. sturniolo, this is delicious!” 

“thank you, sweetheart. and please, call me marylou.” 

you smile at her, gently nodding your head. for the next half hour, the six of you (the triplets, their parents, and you) all speak as if you were a part of their family. like you were best friends with the triplets for years, when in reality you had only formally met them all that day. 

“so, y/n. whats it like living in new york?” jimmy asks you, making you reminisce on what really was good about living in new york. 

“honestly, where i live theres nothing much to do. theres the deli and nail salons on every corner, my town is so small that everybody knows everybody, and its nice knowing you have someone you know on every block, i guess. theres really nothing special there, the biggest benefit is probably being so close to the city that i can go there every weekend. take the train down to soho, go walk around for hours with friends, its nice.” you smile as everyone else nods in agreement with you.

to you, eye contact was always the most intimate thing. it wasnt sex, it wasnt kissing, holding hands, or being together. it had always been eye contact. so when you and matt kept making eye contact even though you were literally sitting next to each other, of course your stomach fluttered. of course you smiled. of course you blushed. if you were sitting any other way, it wouldve been a coincidence you looked at him the same time he looked at you. but having to fully turn your head to the right to get a view of him, and every time you did so he was looking at you, it couldn’t just be a coincidence. not when every time you looked at him, he was already looking at you. it felt too deliberate, like some unspoken agreement neither of you had made but both understood. the buzz of conversation and clinking silverware around the table faded into the background. all you could focus on was him—and the way he kept meeting your gaze.

maybe he was just zoning out, staring in your direction without realizing it. but then it happened again, and again, and again. each time, his eyes locked on yours, and your stomach did this ridiculous little flip, like it was trying to remind you this wasn’t normal.

he smiled first, just a small one, barely there, but enough to make your cheeks flush hot. you tried to look away, to focus on your plate or the centerpiece or literally anything else, but it was useless. the pull was too strong. so you glanced back, and there he was, still watching you, like he didn’t care if you caught him.

you smiled, despite yourself, and he smiled a little more, like he knew exactly what you were feeling. it wasn’t just eye contact—it was something heavier, something that made your heart race even though the two of you had barely knew each other. you didn’t know him, you were a fan. but in that moment, it felt like he already knew you.

and maybe that should’ve been terrifying. but it wasn’t. it was just him, and those eyes, and this weird, unshakable feeling that whatever this was—whatever you were—was only just getting started. 

then, without warning, he leaned in a little, his gaze dropping to your lips. you froze, unsure of what he was doing. when his eyes flicked back up to meet yours, there was a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

“you’ve got something there,” matt spoke, his voice low, almost teasing.

you reached up to your lip instinctively, but before you could do anything, his hand was already there, brushing your cheek as he gently wiped away a crumb of food you hadn’t even noticed. his fingers lingered just a moment longer than necessary, and you could feel the warmth of his touch, like an electric current shooting through your skin.

you swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away from his. it was strange—intimate, almost. his hand was still hovering close to your face, and you could feel his breath, warm and steady, as he pulled away.

“there,” he said with a quiet chuckle, his smile now fully mischievous. "all better."

you felt heat rise in your cheeks, your mind a little hazy from the closeness. all the little thoughts you’d been holding back—about the glances, the way he’d been looking at you—seemed to rush to the surface. it felt like something was shifting, like you couldn’t quite put it into words but he already understood.

for a second, you just stared at him, unsure of what to say, but his gaze softened again, that silent understanding between you both as clear as day. and even though you barely knew him, you felt something stir, like maybe, just maybe, this moment was the beginning of something bigger than either of you had expected.

“thanks, matt” you respond, your lips curved into the same, soft smile that had been present on your face since you arrived at the house. 

you sat there for a moment, heart still racing, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. the soft, lingering feel of his touch was still on your skin, and you couldn't shake the warmth spreading through you. you barely noticed the conversation continuing around you, your mind caught in that little bubble of silence shared between you and him.

“matt,” marylou’s voice cut through the moment, soft but purposeful. “could you take trevor out for a walk while i clean up dinner? he’s been in the house up all day, and i think he could use the exercise.”

matt glanced up, pulling his focus from you for the first time in what felt like hours. he nods at marylou, and when he looked back at you, his smile was still there, playful. 

“you wanna come with me?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes hopeful, almost like he was asking for more than just company on a walk.

you blinked, caught off guard for a second, then nodded. “yeah, sure. i could use some fresh air.”

he stood, pushing his chair back and giving you a look that made your stomach flutter again, but this time, it was a bit more comfortable. like the tension had shifted into something you could breathe through.

you both made your way outside, trevor, attached to the leash, bouncing happily ahead, clearly excited to be out of the house. the early february air was cool, crisp against your clothed skin, and the silence between you and matt felt different now—more natural, less loaded. the crunch of leaves beneath your shoes was the only sound, and it gave you room to breathe.

after a few minutes of walking side by side, matt glanced over at you, the calm settling between you both. “so... that was weird back there, huh?” he said with a half-laugh, breaking the silence in the way that felt more like an invitation than an apology.

you let out a quiet laugh of your own, shaking your head. “yeah, i guess. it’s... it’s just...”

he nodded, waiting patiently, as though he already understood. “it’s fine. you don’t have to explain it,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “i get it.”

you both slowed your pace, trevor now happily trotting ahead of you, unaware of the quiet conversation happening behind him. you hadn’t known matt long—barely at all, really—but it felt easy, talking with him like this. you felt the walls around you soften, the distance that had been between you fading with every step.

"it's just... you don’t usually feel that kind of connection with someone, you know?” you found yourself saying, the words spilling out before you had time to think about them. “and i wasn’t expecting that tonight."

matt’s gaze softened, a quiet understanding settling between you two. he nodded, his hands shoved in his pockets. “i get it,” he repeated. “it’s like... it’s like we’ve known each other longer than we have. maybe... maybe it’s just one of those things.”

you let the words hang there, both of you walking in the cool evening air, the steady rhythm of your footsteps and trevor’s happy barks filling the space. for the first time in a long time, it felt like everything was shifting into place—like whatever this was, this unspoken connection, it wasn’t something either of you could deny.

it wasn’t just the eye contact anymore. it was more than that. and as you walked side by side, with nothing but the darkening sky overhead and the quiet street surrounding you, you felt like something would happen at the show tomorrow, and, whatever it may be, it would be good. 

you and matt eventually circled around the block, back towards his house. you detached trevors leash, petting him before letting him run loose around the house. he trots to his cozy dog bed in the living room, and you and matt head up to matts room. 

“its almost eight” matt softly speaks, patting the spot next to him as he sinks into the mattress. 

you gently sit next to him, bringing my knees to my chest as you wrap your arms around your legs, turning your head to smile at him. 

“tonight was fun, matt. thank you.” barely above a whisper, a smile still tugging at your lips as you stare into his eyes

“you’re welcome, y/n. im really happy you agreed to come with us. and tomorrow, the show. the shows gonna fun. i know it.” 

you nod in agreement, your eyes trailing to the foot of the bed as a comfortable silence falls over the room. 

“y’wanna watch a movie or something? its only like eight, and im not tired yet.” he suggests, his voice still maintaining the soft tone he’s always had

“yeah, sure. what do you wanna watch?” 

he simply shrugs, reaching for the remote. 

“you’re the guest, you choose” he smiles, handing the remote your way.

you take it, smiling as your fingertips brush against his for a second, the tension palpable as you take the remote from him, pressing the netflix button. you scroll through the suggested movies and series’ on matts profile, finally clicking on an episode of ‘stranger things’, pulling the blanket over you, shielding your body from the cold air of matt’s bedroom. 

soon enough, the tv becomes background noise, replaced with the sound of you and matts synchronized breathing. he didnt mean for it to happen, truly. but you didnt mind it. he was asleep next to you, and you couldnt blame him, it was his bedroom. 

but, you couldnt leave. you were so tucked under the blankets and comfortable, you just simply drifted off into your slumber, next to matt. you werent cuddling, barely even close, but you were comfortable. 

and you were happy and excited for the next days events, and what the show would bring for you and matts growing friendship.

a/n: i wrote this all at like 4am and im finally done LMFAO

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[hedgiwithapen]

Inspired by this https://www.tumblr.com/godzillalover/758711049782427648/ricks-dad-wasnt-dead-just-in-a-coma-does-that, rex wakes up when pat or rick are visiting him

“I still can’t believe Dr. King was some kind of criminal mastermind.”  Bridgit Chapel said, processing more of Beth’s promised explanation of what had been going on in Blue Valley for nearly a decade, and what specifically had been going on with Beth for the last 7 months.  “Your Dad’s old boss, though, I can see that.”

“In hindsight,” James agreed, “closing down and buying up small businesses to put under one umbrella is villain behavior.” “But Dr. King? You know he was always the first one to  take on cases other doctors in other cities turned down, said there was nothing anyone could do, and it wasn’t just about the money or the fame. First to point people towards financial assistance, took a paycut before any of the nurses, and he sat in with John at least once a week, just to talk to him, keep him company. I can’t reconcile…” “Well, he was already rich from, you know, years of crime,” Beth said, “and would have wanted to keep a low profile. Again, because of the years of crime thing.  Who’s John?” Her parents didn’t talk about there jobs nearly as much as they had when she was younger, but she couldn’t place a John as one of her Mom’s coworkers. “Oh, he isn’t my department. A patient in the longterm care ward. Been in a coma with minimal brain activity for years. Five? No, longer than that. Poor man, no identity, no family…” Beth frowned.  There probably wasn’t an evil conspiracy lurking behind every door, manhole cover, and coincidence in Blue Valley. But there was some kind of conspiracy lurking behind about 60% of doors, manhole covers, and coincidences in Blue Valley. “Well, Dr. King was super evil, like… really really bad. So I should probably check that out.” At her parents’ Look, Beth amended. “ the Justice Society  should. Tomorrow? How about nine?  I’ll let Pat know.” She didn’t give her parents room to push back, but the words ‘Justice Society’  worked their magic.

Pat had been the first to recognize John Doe. Of course, Beth had only ever seen him in a hologram, and he looked different now, hooked up to machines. But Pat only took one look at him. “Rex,” he breathed. Beth pulled on her goggles, sending a text to Rick first-- I’m at the hospital, get here now. And then canning the patient. “He’s not dying,” she said, trying to sort through the data Chuck fed her. “He’s just… stuck. It’s like …” “Like what happened to Brainwave,” Pat agreed. “I guess Chuck never scanned him, though…and we never did learn how he woke up.” “Uh, I think Henry woke him up. Which… also doesn’t help.” Beth winced. “So what do we do. Did the JSA have a, a cure for….. Oh.” A file on Brainwave opened up in her green tinted vision, boiling down to a sharp ‘no.’ “‘Fraid not,” Pat said, reaching to pull a chair out so he could sit.  “Hey, Rex. I don’t know if you can hear me, but uh. It’s your old pal, Stripesy.” Beth went to look at the chart, hoping Chuck could piece together something-- or rather, that Charles could, and let her know.  Maybe Jakeen could make a wish? Risky, Chuck told her, but possible. Beth went to sit herself when the door slammed open. Rick panted in the doorway, hands braced on his knees, his face red from excursion. “Beth? Are you ok? What happened?  Who attacked you--” “Oops,” Beth  said. “ no, no, I’m fine! It’s just--did you run here? Up all those stairs? You could have taken the elevator.”

“I thought you were hurt! You said-- if you’re not hurt then why…”

“Rick,” Pat interrupted. “Come sit… with your father.”

“My--” Rick stopped, staring at the hospital bed. “Dad?” he finished hoarsley.

Rex didn’t move.  Rick stared.

“How?” he asked the air.

“Brainwave,” Pat said. “He must have thought he could get JSA secrets or something…didn’t realize that he’d already sent me his book. That he’d already hidden you.”

Rick’s knees buckled. Beth shoved herself under his shoulder to support him while Pat vacated his chair.

“Is he… okay? Is he going to wake up?” he demanded.

“Without Brainwave keeping him in a coma… he should wake up.” Beth offered. “ That’s what Chuck says.”

“Yeah, but it’s been months! We beat that guy ages ago, shouldn’t he have woken up by now?”

“Think about Justin,” Pat tried. “It took til he knew he was with… well, me, before he healed from whatever Brainwave did. Maybe he just needs to know he’s safe. It may not be exact proven science but…”

“But it’s what we’ve got, right?” Rick asked. “Just… hope he wakes up?”

“Hope’s a pretty strong thing, Rick.” Pat gave him a small smile. 

Rick pulled the hourglass chain from around his neck. “And so’s this.” He looked at Beth, waiting for a heartbeat to see if she understood and disapproved, but she nodded. Carefully, Rick arranged the fine gold chain, careful of the tubing, and turned the glass over.  The sand gleamed.  Rick waited, holding his breath.

Rex’s eyes flickered open.

[rise-my-angel]

Hello! I hope you're doing well. I just wanted to say that your takes on the Targaryens are so refreshing to find when this fandom is almost completely made up of people who think they're the supreme, divine saviours of humanity and the greatest thing since sliced bread. It feels nice and validating to see someone who thinks like me for once. <3

Nothing bothers me more then propping them up as divine or special, when their entire story is about how they think they are special in contrast to the devastating effects of who they are on the people.

I don't think it's a coincidence that in Westeros we get so many different pov's to showcase all sides of how the war effects everyone everywhere, no matter how justified you may think one side or the other is. We see its devestating and it reminds us that their wars arent actually worth the cost. But in Essos, we do not see that. We only ever get Dany's pov and her view of her own actions, and we never see those minute details from every walk of life showcasing how no matter how justified she thinks she is, she has damaged more then shes saved. And I think it's a clever trap so that when she comes to Westeros, you finally see her from someone elses eyes and its a wakeup call that you've been tricked by her pov into thinking that shes better then she is. It's fascinating the way hes structured her story.

But people miss that, and subsequently, they miss that about all the Targaryeans. So they see them, as Dany sees herself. More superior then they really are. Which is not at all.

The Targaryeans aren't special. Their Valyrian blood is not what makes them dragonriders, they just have a monopoly on it because by the doom they were the only family who owned them or had any information about dragons. Its not a stretch to say when your family comes from a culture that is surrounded by dragons, you probably are just better equipped to ride one then someone whose never even seen one before. (Unless your Nettles then you are the literal example of why Targaryeans are not special and I love how grrm uses her to contrast that so strongly).

They alone are not holding the Kingdom together, as they caused many civil wars and rebellions, and their dynasty ended in a rebellion, which was followed by decades of peace. Say what you will about Robert, but he wasn't so stupid as to blatantly start a war from his bloodlust all over again. He wasn't a good man, but he took the throne by conquest during rebellion times, and no violence ever happened until after he was dead, and that wasnt caused by his fault, it was started by Cersei via having a bastard with Jaime and not Robert. So the war that followed wasn't his wrongdoing. He held peace and the realm together, so clearly the Targaryeans weren't needed for that specifically.

They don't even look unique. In Essos, tons of places still have mixes of Valyrian blood and thus have their silver hair. House Dayne is known to have purple eyes just like them, but they aren't Valyrian, their ancestry is from The First Men.

The biggest tragedy is House of the Dragon, because Fire and Blood is such a good deconstruction of the myth around House Targaryeans supermecy. Writing it in character as an Archmaester during Robert Baratheons reign is so interesting. It gives us such a unique look into how the world actually remembers them.

And its a book full of atrocities and horrible action after horrible action. War after war after war. People remember the Targaryeans as the initally conquested Westerosi did, as nothing more then uncaring, power hungry colonizers. But people don't look at them that way out of universe, and they should. Theres no reason to discount the negatives about them.

But House of the Dragon didn't adapt that book, so general audiences are getting a very different story that bolsters that supremacist view of the Targaryeans and it really does not paint them in the complex light they should be.

Not every Targaryean was a bad person, but House Targaryean was a house full of bad people. Bad people who raised and married each other into a system of brutal generational incest and abuse, and neglected the very Kingdom they routinely torn apart in order to fight for who gets to sit on the Iron Throne and ignore it more.

I like discussing the flaws of the Targaryeans because I find their toxic, destructive nature to be interesting. Especially in comparison to the such a stable family like the Starks.

They are a cautionary tale as to why the Starks reign lasted 8000 years, and the Targaryeans lasted only 300.

[troius]

"idk I kinda wish his bankai had been like Unohanas" "just a total reversal from what you'd expect"

Im sorry but I have to dissagree here. Unohana´s bankai worked as a reversal because it was an actualy reversal, we were lead to believe she was a peaceful person, but in reality she was bloodthirsty.

Her bankai reflects her hidden bloodthirsty nature. Kenpachi´s arc wasnt about growing out of his brutish fighter ways, or revealing something hidden, it was about becoming the best version of that.

His bankai is straight forward because thats what Kenpachi has always been. There may have not been an epiphany moment that leads to this end point, but the end point itself is perfectly fitting

But Unohana was a peaceful person, that's the trick.

Yes, she was, back in the day, the most notorious criminal in Soul Society, a brutal swordfighter who helped Yamamoto carve out Soul Society from an era of blood, and probably killed her fair share of Quincies in the first war.

But she was also the peaceful healer, the mentor, the quiet pillar of strength that supported all the other companies of the court guards. That's who she chose to be, and while you can say it was a facade...at some point, the facade has enough impact on the world that I don't think you can discount it as a part of the person. If that Unohana was never real, then who wrote that last letter to Isane?

And I know we're all in love with badass Yachiru Unohana, but she was really a terrible person! She apparently used to go to the outer districts and just butcher people in the hopes that somebody would resist, and once again provide her with the sweet taste of mortal combat. That's not just unhealthy, it's horribly immoral. And it created a monster, Zaraki, who behaved in more or less the same way.

But Unohana changed! She's not the only one-- it's a big theme in Yamamoto's fight with Yhwach as well, this idea that actually being a hard-ass killer isn't what should be valued in life. Yamamoto left his arm in ashes back in Karakura town so that he wouldn't again misplace his priorities, and he dies to Yhwach in part because of it, but he leaves Shunsui in charge, somebody who he specifically taught not to value the monster he used to be.

And that's what Unohana does to Zaraki. She brings it all out of him, he finally has everything he wanted, and then he kills her, and realizes well fuck. Maybe fighting to the death isn't the goal of life. Maybe it happens, but it's not your purpose, it's something you do if it has to be done for something in your life, something you care about.

It's the exact same lesson Zangetsu was teaching Ichigo during that first fight against Zaraki in Soul Society, and it's not a coincidence that Zaraki's first fight after this is rescuing Isane, the other person that Unohana deeply cared for. Fighting for a purpose, in sharp contrast to all his previous fights, which were fought more or less because he wanted to fight somebody.

Anyhow, my point with all these words is just to say that Zaraki should be growing out of his brutish fighter ways. Being a brutish fighter is not cool, it's literally how hollows exist. Zaraki's first fight with Ichigo is even titled "the Undead". But I'd prefer it if he lived, life has so many possibilities.

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

dark romance girlie back, bartylily as unlikely friends (eating up that good girl x bad boy stereotype)

like they meet in detention (cliche or whatever) and instantly they bond over a book barty's been reading

(which barty, totally coincidentally btw, so weird and random lol, happened to see lily check out a week prior)

he's not stalking her, it's just that the school is so big and barty would never have seen lily again unless he went out of his way to find any second their schedules align

lily thinks its a little odd that she met this guy once in detention (one that she got wiped off her record, somehow- as the office informed her that it was a mistake. it wasnt. some girl talked shit about mary and deservedly lily slapped her) and now she sees him everywhere but that has to be some type of weird phenomenon

anyway lily thinks its great that she finally has a friend who she shares so many interests with and she loves all of her friends, but damn no one has loved the exact same things as her like this before

(and it's a little fun that he has sometimes completely different opinions on stuff so they can debate)

barty's genuinely obsessed with her and he cant be more than a couple of feet away from lily- lily slowly grows so used to him by her side that he isn't there for a day and lily almost freaks out 'cause she thinks something happened to him

mary is lowkey an advocate for this, marlene hates barty, james also hates the fact that it's barty but he's just too much of a cupid so he keeps helping their relationship, remus is decidedly neutral

on barty's side, evan is helping him out lowkey, pandora just flirts with lily to mess with him and dorcas tries to stay out of it but keeps accidentally helping by dropping info that she got from marlene

anyway 6'4" tattooed biker stalker barty x 5'4" good girl valedictorian lily supremacy !!!

welcome back <3 I have missed you greatly, and I am so glad you have returned my love <3

and ofc that is a coincidence. no way would barty buy a book just to bond with lily over it. hahahaha that would be so weird...

exactly barty just did what he had to. it's not stalking it's just friend-making. he's such a nice guy...

weird how lily got that wiped... I wonder if it has anything to do with that handsome politicians son...

lily would probably write it off as that phenomenon of once you meet someone you suddenly see them everywhere and they do go to the same school. it's not that weird to see him around everywhere

yes they are so alike! lily is sooo happy!

she loves meeting barty and having debates with him. it fills her with happiness

yes, Lily grows so used to him that she doesn't want him to leave. every time he isn't there for a day, she grows super worried. she literally goes around school looking for him bc she's so worried sick

mary thinks that that whole thing is cute and supports it. marlene would rather die than let it happen. james also has a deep hatred for barty (and he's a but healous). remus really couldn't give less of a shit

evan trues to help, but he doesn't want to help too much (he's too busy with his own sweetheart). pandora thinks the flirting is funny but decides to slow down with it when she notices how it genuinely messes with barty. dorcas hates that whole thing (she helps him accidently)

I adore the combination of the two of them <3

they're just so sisbsoev9ebs9bo! I just love them!!

[campbyler]

HELLOOO firstly CHAPTER 4 WAS SO GOOD HELP IT HAD ME BUSHING MORE THAN ANY IRL PERSON COULD EVER BE CAPABLE OF. There was a lil sentence that was like ‘for some reason it had a lightswitch at each bunk, Mike supposes its practical.’ AND I WAS LIKE 🤭i think i know where this is going🤭 BUT IT WASNT THEM KISSING?! IT WAS NOT THEM FULLY HAVING A MAKE-OUT SESH WHILE SWOON BY BEACH WEATHER PLAYS. I didnt enjoy it any less tho 🤭 i was texting my friend like 👹GO READ IT. GO READ IT ITS SO GOOD.👹

Secondly when i say that IM GOING INSANE OVER THIS FIC i mean that im going 👏CRAY👏ZIE👏 LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY KISSED WHEN THEY WERE THIRTEEN?! DID THEY JUST KISS ON THE DOWNLOW?! DID THEY HAVE A RELATIONSHIP?! IS THAT WHERE THE RIVALRY COMES FROM?! WHAT DOES IT MEAN 😭 WHY DO THEY BOTH HAVE ISSUES WOTH FEARLESS BY TAYLOR SWIFT?? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN?? IS IT A CASUAL COINCIDENCE?! HELP- i have no braincells left floating around THEYRE ALL CAPTURED BY THE ASTOUNDING WORK THAT IS THIS FIC 🫡

When will someone prey on MY neurodivergence and propensity for liking kissing and being kissed and partaking in the all-around act of kissing 😭 (im aroace so i dont even like kissing or being kissed OR partaking in the all-around act of kissing BUT IM STAYING DELULU 🫡)

Also figure you out by djo being in the playlist was such a pleasant surprise cause its one of my favorite songs AND ALSO i listened to it recently, said to myself ‘hey this is kinda acswy byler coded 😌’ AND THEN FORGOT ABOUT IT?? 🤦‍♀️ so thanks for reminding me about the acswy byler coding of it, it’ll be (even more) on repeat now 🙏 LIVE LAUGH LOVE DJO ✊

Anyways I luv this fic so so much (if you hadnt noticed yet lol) its consuming my every waking thought (im so normal.) I HOPE U GUYS ARE DOING WELL!! 🫶🫶

THKANK YOU FOR THIS MONSTER COMMENT I WAS SO DELIGHTED TO SEE THIS COME IN!!!!!! let me try to answer appropriately 💪

LOL i think when i wrote that in (because the kiss scene was the first part written of ch04/acswy in general) andi commented on it like HEHEHEHE as well! we'd been vocal about the parent trap references before so i think it was a nice easter egg to put in there! there were definitely some people who knew the kiss was coming but maybe not a full blown make out while swoon by beach weather plays in the background 💘

i will remain silent on all of the intricacies of mike and will's 13 year old kissing and the fearless lore BUT i can at least reiterate what ch04 confirmed: they have kissed before! they were 13! it was mike's first kiss! at this time, i cannot confirm or deny that it was will's first kiss as well!

loving the way this neurodivergent line is probably the standout of ch04 because when i initially wrote it, it was definitely somewhat of a joke -- and then suni and andi said NO LEAVE THAT IN and it's everyone's favorite HAHA

ok thank you SO much for saying that about figure you out because it was the one song on the playlist i wasn't sure about! i think that it fits so well lyrically, but sonically i wasn't super sure, and then suni yelled at me so it stayed on and i'm glad because i also love it! glad you pegged it as an acswy song before it even got put on the official playlist!!

thank you again for your comment!! we are obsessed with you!!!!!!

[simplyender]

If it's asks you want, asks you shall get! I remember you mentioning that you think Spot will probably die in the next movie. However, Miles says something like "Spot only wants to be respected, like everyone else," before he gets interrupted by Miguel. Maybe this could hint at Spot making it out alive. Or this is just wishful thinking on my part. And if he really does die in the next movie, then it will be due to his own actions, like using up all his powers or smth like that.

tbh, my reasoning for spot dying can be boiled down to a few points. but first, i wanna talk about...

why i absolutely believe spot shouldnt be killed off.

1. the current narrative is that miles is effectively breaking the cycle that is "canon", giving a big 'ol Fuck You to whats defined as fate and inevitable pain. spots trying to force miles in to the narrative hes made up in his head (which coincides with whats meant to be "canon"), but things dont have to be that way and miles KNOWS that. i think itd be thematically appropriate if miles breaks this cycle of cruelty and allows spot to survive, making him have to face his own actions and crippling lack of self worth and actually work to make things better, for himself and everyone hes hurt.

2. im overly attached to spot being disability-coded, for more on that, please read this amazing post that opened my third eye. anyway, the tl;dr is that spot behaves and is treated a lot like a newly, visibly disabled person, subject to the same prejudices as they are as well as being forced to navigate an entirely new body, as somebody might have to if they were to receive a workplace injury that left them disfigured and permanently disabled. this is also why id like it if he doesnt get turned human again/"cured" at the end. it just doesnt feel like itd be satisfying for things to end like that for him. if anything, the most satisfying conclusion to his arc would if he got stopped, and then be given the opportunity to finally take responsibility for his own actions, and acknowledge his own fault in what happened to him and that it ultimately wasnt miles that did this to him and that even so, one of the things thats NOT spots fault is how he got treated for what happened to him so he really should get understanding and validation in that department. he also deserves to learn how to accept himself (beyond seeing his new form and powers as a tool to pursue revenge) as he is instead of it being framed likes hes only worthy of respect and recovery once he becomes human again.

3. i like him a lot and thinks he deserves better than to just be killed off.

why i think that despite it all, spot will be killed off:

1. any form of redemption or willingly giving up entirely depends on if spot can bring himself to listen to reason and take responsibility for his actions. something weve seen that hes notoriously bad at.

2. why would spot willingly choose to give up and back down when hes got absolutely nothing left for him in life? theres literally nobody waiting for him on the other side of this if he does. no family. no friends. no job. nothing. he might consider himself too far gone.

3. while 90s cartoon spot DID redeem himself, he did it through a heroic sacrifice...

4. lbr spiderman villains usually either get jailed or killed off. why would things be different for spot. because hes sympathetic? a lot of villains are. hes also insanely powerful and this could end up as a "destroys himself"" situation.

5. spot might be about to commit mass murder, which...definitely makes it harder to consider him as somebody "worthy of redemption".

6. ive watched so many of my favorite characters die. im not kidding i have the worst luck. 98% of them have been killed off and i think spot might be next in line bc its unlikely the writers care about him as much as i do. :(

so...yeah.

[arsenicflame]

its been a year now, since my dad died. i think in many ways i grieved before it ever happened, and in many others, i havent even started. it feels like its been too easy to adapt into a life without him around, without his laughter, telling him about my work day (and him being genuinely interested), his help with all my diy projects, without popping my head round the study door as he was inevitably playing free cell or something on his computer again (instead of what my mum actually wanted him to be doing). i feel like in a lot of ways i learnt more about him after he died than i did while he was here- about the man he was before, anyway. i wonder about how life would have been different if he didn't have cancer, or at least not for so long. i remember doing rock climbing with him as a kid, going on long walks over welsh hills, but i also remember how that largely stopped, and how it feels like it coincided with his diagnosis. i wonder if id have appreciated it more if it continued into my teens. hearing about all the things he did in his youth, his work with getting kids into the outdoors, the way he would pay out of pocket for kids expeditions if they couldnt afford it, it makes me feel so proud of him and also feel a desperate longing to have known that man more. maybe nothing would have been different, anyway. maybe things changed when he moved, before i was even born, i guess ill never really know, he never really talked about it properly to me, not the stories ive heard over the last year. i think thats been my dominant thought through this. i think so much of my last year has been supporting my mother, though this and with her own health issues, i havent had time to stop and think of much else. ive just had to keep going as though nothings changed. i think maybe its been too easy to adapt into a life where hes not here. i sometimes worry im doing this wrong; when other people talk about how hard it is. i think its been too easy. too easy to close up the spaces he occupied. too easy to forget the exact tone of his voice. and yet sometimes its so hard too. we did a seder this year and it wasnt the same without him. i think that was, more than anything, the moment where i missed him. it wont ever be the same ever again. nothings ever going to be the same ever again, but im glad hes not suffering anymore. those last few weeks were the hardest thing i think i will ever do. but i still miss him so so much. i wish it hadnt gone this way. im glad i got 12 years at least. im glad he got to see me grow up. i think, despite everything, he was proud of where i ended up, even if it wasnt what he probably wanted for me. i hope he was. i wish i could talk to him just one more time.

[pinkyjulien]

Okay now I'm gonna jump on the bandwagon of the prev ask about Valentin's and Mitch's first meeting 👀 how does his story continue with Takemura (if at all?) Does he track Valentin down, and how, or is what follows immediately after being saved and stable again also diverging from canon? (I just love the image of Goro showing up all dusty and exasperated at the nomad's camp like "There you are!! Fucking finally!" XD)

AAAAAHHH FHF Eating you UwU

They DO meet up properly eventually! 👀 (more old screenshots being used to illustrate here hfhf)

After getting his bullet extracted, Val stayed a couple of days at camp; he couldnt really do much in his state, plus the caldos wouldnt just simply let him go like that

Mitch and Scorp were keepin an eye on him, they were responsible of him after all; if Val turned out to be a danger to the clan, they would've finished the job, succeeding where Dex failed

Val eventually woke up, and he was asked a couple of basic, straight forward question by Mitch; his name, where he's from, and what happened. Val didnt lie, but he also didnt mention the whole -arasaka- thing. He might be a gonk, but he's not dumb; saying that his failed gig was an heist on Arasaka, when every radios and tv stations been blasting about Saburo's death for the path days wouldnt be a smart move fhksjgj

It was all over the news- and Dex probably left Night City too (< at that time he wasnt aware Takemura killed him yet. Dex took Goro to the dump, only to find it completly empty. He got popped before he could swear he left him here hfjd)

Infos and Rumors goes around extremely fast in NC, especially between fixers, so Dexter departure/disappearance and Saburos death wasnt a coincidence at all; so was Jackie's and Valentin's potential death. (Jackie being confirmed dead cause he sent his body to his fam, but people had no idea where Val was)

He had to get back to NC, to Viktor, Misty- his friends, the only people he had left over there

That night at camp, Valentin experienced the Johnny Night TM; of course, he freaked out, screaming and talking "to himself" - Ripper wasnt far, knew the screams where coming from the nursery and quickly gave injected him some tranquilizer

In the morning, not sure whatever happened was a dream or not, he asked Mitch and Scorp (not friends yet, but the only guys he knew around) if someone could drive him back to NC- Dakota was still around and since she had to go back to her Garage soon, he could tag along and she'd get one of her guy to drive him to Vik's

During the drive, he explained to Dakota what happened, from the heist, the relic, Jackie- ans the weird dreams he's been getting (she's like a mother figure to him, a trusted friend)

She didnt liked any of that and pressed him to get checked properly asap, hoping this might be a virus that can get easily wiped out

Once at Vik, everyone was happy and relieved to see him alive "and well", but it quickly changed when Viktor took a closer look, obviously

He also mentioned that a guy, kinda sus looking, came in looking for him the day before. Said he could help him if he ever show up. (Takemura is a resourceful guy, I'm pretty sure he could pin down V's main ripperdoc to ask questions- and Viktor, knowing that Jackie did die, would trust Takemura's story and information since it correlate with what Vik knows)

So they make contact and eventually meet up at Tom's Diner like the canon timeline 👁👄👁

Despite all the years its still a ROUGH MAP AND TIMELINE FHJSJF that I really need to properly put down 💀💀 BUT YEAH FHDJ

Thank you friendo for the ask!! 🤗🧡🧡

[hollow-vok]

A random modern AU of Solya and Marek (this is just a short description of the events, the full story has more details):

--This is not a fanfic--

Solya was the lead singer in a band around the ending of the 90s and beginnings of the 2000s, they were getting famous and everything was how he had always dreamed but things inside and outside the band started to get complicated, they disbanded and Solya decided to get a different job, he became a lawyer but he is now ashamed of that era of his life because he feels he was a failure and that he wasted many years that he will never get back, though he is satisfied with his current lifestyle he pretends the band never happened and hates when someone mentions it.

One day at a bar a guy (Marek) starts talking to him, like usual he talks back and he says that Solya reminds him of someone, "have we met before?" Marek asks, Solya tells him that most probably on something related to business, when Marek tells him he just moved to this city the conversation just continues because they definitely havent met, but Marek cant stop looking at Solya's eyes, they are so familiar for some reason, then something clicks in his brain, those eyes are exactly like the ones of that singer from the band he was a casual fan some years ago, he wasnt completely sure that Solya was that singer because they didnt introduce eachother with names so he said

"you kinda remind me of a singer, you know?" And then at that question Solya gets uncomfortable because if Marek already said he reminds him of someone and then talks about a singer it wouldnt take too long until he realises he is in fact that singer, but still who even knew about Solya's band now days? Even though, that failed dream still haunts him so he didnt want the conversation to go on, luckily a phone call saves him so he excuses himself to take the call, when Solya returned he paid for his drinks and told Marek he had to leave. He was glad he didnt have to keep that conversation going but Marek was still thinking about what was said earlier, he looked in the Internet that singer and when he saw a picture he was now totally sure that the guy he just talked with was who he thought to be.

It was too late to say it though, but when he thought about it again he realised the guy was avoiding that subject, that was a bit weird but he didnt put much thought into it, he thought of it as a nice coincidence that a singer he used to listen to lived in the same city he just moved in to, and at least he now knows what happened to Solya who just left the spotlight without a notice, his younger self would be happy to know this.

But the coincidences didnt stop there, they also ran into eachother at a local bookstore and Solya freaked out inside because he didnt want to talk to that stranger again and Solya tried to avoid him but they eventually made eye contact, they ended up talking again but this time Marek didnt mention anything about the band, apparently they had books in common and it was a better talk than the first one, this time they did introduce eachother but of course one of them had to leave first and the talk ended.

Marek was still some stranger to Solya but thinking about it it was weird they ran into eachother at the bookstore a few days after they met in the bar. They were in the same city, yes, but it was a big city, a bit of paranoia invaded Solya's mind, what if he was being followed? He had seen many cases like that in court, but he had to focus on his work so he tried to forget about those thoughts.

It didnt help to calm his mind when on a normal day he was opening the door of his house and sees Marek walking down the street, this was a private place for living with a lot of security, "how did that guy got in?" He thought and he wanted to go inside his house but curiosity kept him outside until Marek passed in front of his car, when he didnt notice him Solya greeted him to get his attention because who does this guy thinks he is to be following Solya everywhere?

Marek looked surprised at him

"Solya? What are you doing here?" Asked with a clueless voice

"I live here" With a frown he questioned "What are you doing here?"

"Well, turns out I also live here" Marek answered with a smirk

When Marek told him he just moved to this city he never could have imagined they were going to be neighbours.

I wrote this with not much detail because this isnt the actual fanfic, eveything is rushed cause i was just explaining what will happen at the beginning, this story is about how Marek and Solya become friends (later lovers) and Marek shows him that he shouldnt be ashamed of who he was before and Solya helps Marek in other ways, Solya is a succesful lawyer and Marek moved there for his new job, the house was paid by his father who has a lot of money, it is an expensive place to live so thats why Solya was shocked a guy who supposedly just moved was living there and that didnt help with his bad assumptions of Marek but eventually he will know he was not being stalked, he was just a bit paranoic.

This got a bit longer than i expected but this is actually not a fanfic so that is why the story goes really fast.

Im sorry this is really simple because english is not my first language and its hard for me to write something in english without repeating words :')

[lulladae]

about a few years ago, before covid, I ate an egg roll and after I noticed that my taste buds changed drastically, like everything tasted completely different. a lot of my safe foods became immediately unsafe because they tasted like dog shit. like 5 or 6 years later now my taste buds have returned to normal like they were when I was 12, so this wasnt a permanent change due to aging, and probably not a temporary change due to illness. I have also gone to a neurologist several times and they said nothing was injured. I dont know what the fuck happened but I think that egg roll was cursed. maybe it was just a coincidence but I'm never eating an egg roll again to be safe.

[etherical-angel]

suicidal again

i get like this whenever my brain starts getting too confused by my delusions and spits me back out into reality. i think im finally getting somewhere, then pieces get confusing again. its like a never ending cycle of new shit to learn. i think i get it, and then it feels like i lost everything. but then i get back on it eventually, so i know i just need to let the wave flow.

‘gee maybe dont indulge in ur delusions then’ bro i have people living in my head and get custom messages from higher power its a fuckin unavoidable lifestyle. feels like i have a carrot dangling on a string in front of me and the carrot is symbolical for the apple of knowledge. and god is asking ‘hey are u surreee u even want this knowledge? didnt u come to earth cuz it was too much?’ dont play me old man. why make all this other shit happen if i wasnt on some weird divine mission. torture, probably. a joke.

it makes sense. it doesnt make sense. its close to making sense. its jumbled. its nonsense. its too specific. too many coincidences. too much waiting. feels like my brain is corrupting.

one thing ive known since this all started is that i need to find my soulmates. and i cant do it unless i ‘remember’ and ‘understand’. but im so tired of everything. why cant i just be allowed to make my own choices. im sick of someone else deciding whats right for me. i should be free to figure that shit out through actual trial and error, not a guided path, not through forced restrictions.

they say to just keep waiting but i just want a break. where i dont have to be here anymore. if i cant be allowed my soulmates, i could at least get some time to just…idk….be free again. to understand again. to be one solid soul again.

i just want it to make fucking sense. i know a part of me wants to be able to live in a reality normally, just exist, and would miss the whole ‘ur special’ thing cuz itd be boring without it. but man is it frustrating. pick one, pick one. i dont wanna. i wanna have both.

its taking my life away from me because i get so focused on it that it makes me not want to do anything else, that nothing matters. but if i lose it, block it out again, i still wont feel comfortable.

im gonna eat some food and do some chores and hope i go back to normal(believing, wanting to fight for it).

moments like this i wish i were nothing.

[ithisatanytime]

Little chick - Original video by Mindia

they literally believe or at least attest to the idea that the god of the old testament is literally blind, and also a kind of devil, but the devil is actually jesus christ, and they know this because of the bible that says the opposite of all this and a bunch more scrolls from thousands of years ago that just so happened to be found in some pots in a cave in the last hundred years by a boy who radomly through a rock at some patshards and some shcizo rambling from albert pike. its bullshit, its the most bullshit thing thats ever existed, i read both the nag hammid libraries and the other one the dead see scrolls, i wasnt convinced, it was close! it was close i can see how one might be tricked, especially if they had previously sucked cock and were looking for some convincing sounding cope. life is actually good, the god who made it is good, the parts he made are good anyway, the parts your father made are ass and thats the parts everyone points to when they talk about the fucking demiurge. nature is sometimes brutal, but most of the time its mild and serene, its the people.

more than anything they hate me for this shit, this is how they get the goyim to do their bidding btw, what you thought they let them become full blooded jews? no they get the lion snake cope.

 what are the odds btw of a pot sitting in a cave undiscovered, unburied, and unbroken for two thousand years? the odds are fucking zero. the bible is the book, everything else is cope, the jewish religion didnt come first, they dont follow the old testament but the talmud which is the written version of the oral tradition of the pharisees which the god of the old testament despised. the talmud was not written until 800 ad at the latest or until this argument catches on and some fucking goatherder stumbles on a trillion year old pot in a cave. let me say it again, Christianity is the original, they will spread all kinds of lies to make it seem like no its an amalgamation of early canaanite pantheons, etc etc. the bible was the first of its kind, and the prophesies recorded in that book written two thousand years ago are true today, christ was hitler before hitler, kanye before kanye, calling them out to their faces, how incredible that a book from 2000 years ago not only manages to be relevant but EDGY? its no coincidence, if earth were a fantasy realm that you were reading about called Gorn, and there was a 2000 year old book in this universe called the cryble, and the prophesies lined up from that book as well as the bible does in our universe there would be no doubt in your mind it was divinely inspired and probably tied to the mainplot of the game you were playing.

 god is not blind you are. blinded by the pride of your own understanding, hey ive been there too. i dont want to be in your fag club or in any fag club, i prefer my own company and always have, god walks with me, and your time is coming to an end. repent means in its most literal sense, to change your mind.

 im not a catholic, dont take my constant crusade against liars to be a call for your personal repentance, i obviously have a pillar of salt in my own eye. it is really the liars, im nice to gay people in my day to day and trans and whatever. not because im scared of retribution but because i love them deeply. not because they are gay but in spite of it, just like they love me in spite of my wrath. i cannot love a lie and claim to love my brothers, if my brother walks down the road and is heading towards a concealed pit trap meant for wild game and i do not warn my brother do i love him? does it make a difference or not if i the day before fell in that very same trap? does it make me a hypocrite?

[snowkittwice2]

MHA rant part 1

WARNING: MHA MANGA SPOILERS AND LEAK MENTIONS

Anime-only mha fans and English collecting mha manga readers tread carefully on this post... (I'm also casting predictions for the manga)

Dead ass starting to get convinced my canon compliant mha fics are totally like- predicting the manga, like if I write a canon compliant fic, it will happen again in the canonical manga about a month later 😭

Like, once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, but three times now? It's becoming a pattern so, I'm placing my bets on the manga now (I'm only an english collecter, I'm not past volume 35 yet, but I got 395 and uh Bakugo spoilers so there's context) :

>> Toga will probably come back if Bakugo comes back, either they both stay down or both are revived, especially since Toga wouldn't have died if it wasnt for her heroic act of saving Ochaco and earlier on, Deku saving Ochaco worked in his favor too so I'm placing a bet on that

>> I'm betting on Hawks dying in a fight against Dabi if he becomes last resort in that fight because of his fire weakness, or the capture/death of Dabi and/or Shigaraki- probably not in that specific fight but eh whatever

And here's a more positive prediction: Toga and/or Shinsou will join 1A after the war arc and we will get to see them both become heroes (if the war arc isnt the final arc/if the war arc doesnt end in a bunch of deaths and a flash forward to Deku as a pro hero with a the end screen like Phineas and Ferb's final episode)