#it takes forever to install too. its not done installing when it says it is its a liar

[shelbazoidz]

THOSE BITCHES ARE BURIED NEXT TO EACH OTHER! Not just in the same place, not just the same row, next to. At the same place Ernest and his WIFE are being buried next to one another?? Right. Right. Right. How’d that convo even go????

Walk with me. It's not my best work but I gotta get the bees out of my brain.  *jingles keys* its gay *jingles keys* and its pride month

She sits up against the headboard, glasses sliding down to the bridge of her nose. It feels unfair how Helen only got to enjoy 20/20 vision for four years until Madeline blasted a hole through her. Now it feels like her vision is worse if anything. She pushes them back up her nose, eyes reading over a few paragraphs of options. 

“We could get you a mausoleum?” She says, scrolling through the website of a cemetery. 

“Ooo that could be fun!” Madeline lays on her stomach next to her, feet kicking in the air while she scrolls through her phone. Their pinkies are hooked together in the middle of the bed, both of them focused on their own screens. Helen has been combing through a few cemeteries in the area that would be a fitting place for Thee Madeline Ashton to be buried. Did you know she was a two time Oscar nominee? 

Helen has already done this once for herself four years prior and Madeline cried like a baby at her fake funeral. She couldn’t understand why for the life of her. She was standing right next to her during the service. “But it still feels like you died!” Madeline had sobbed into her chest while Helen soothed her…at her own funeral. 

“Jesus this is expensive.” Helen’s eyes go a bit wider when she sees the range of costs for mausoleums. 

“Who cares! We'll get a big statue of me right on top. No one will ever forget this beautiful face.” She flutters her lashes looking up at Helen who just rolls her eyes with a soft smile. 

“Whatever will the world do without you.” She hums out, scrolling a little further. “Are we doing the whole casket thing for you?” 

“Duh! I don't want a boring urn like some people.” The words have Helen shooting a glare her way. 

“Hey! My urn is beautiful.” 

“It's gold and black Helen, it looks like my grandmother's.” She sticks her tongue out with a grossed out look. 

Helen yanks her glasses off in annoyance, “I'm doing research for you, I can stop right now. You only wanted to plan the fun part of your death.” She says, thinking back to the absolute nonsense that was Madeline's fake death. 

“Don't act like you didn't have any fun with that! I saw your face when we blew that yacht up.” The two of them had sat side by side in the middle of the night on a little dinghy with enthralled matching grins as the yacht went up in flames. Madeline’s fake body going with it. It was a little romantic, the soft glow of boat flames in the back ground on the gentle sway of the ocean.

“That was pretty sick.” Helen had to admit. Rigging the boat to blow had been one of the most fun yet insane things she’d done in her life…and she’d scaled the wall of a mental insa–health spa. “But you have to pick a place soon, your funeral is going to be in a couple weeks.” 

“Stop worrying, I already have.” The words are said almost nervously but Helen doesn’t pick that up just yet.

“Then why the fuck am I still looking for you right now?” Her laptop is snapped shut with a little too much force. She'd been perusing cemetery websites for the last hour!

“Because…I didn’t know how to tell you.” Madeline puts her phone face down on the bed, not meeting Helen’s eyes. 

“Is this about the drone thing again? We CANNOT spread fake ashes with a drone over Broadway.” That’s one of Madeline’s tamer options. 

“No not that…killjoy.” Madeline grumbles under her breath. 

“Well, Hollywood Forever said no to having your own fountain installed.” She still can’t believe she had to call and ask about that.  

“One, fuck them. Two, it's not there either.” Still she won’t make eye contact. 

“Then where is it, Mad?” Helen sighs exasperated, not in the mood for a guessing game. It takes a few more moments of silence for Madeline to finally speak again. She picks her phone back up and Helen gasps at the cemetery on the screen.

“With you.” 

It's the same place Helen is buried. 

 

“What?” She can’t believe it.

“The spot next to you is still open. I thought a lot about it, and all the other, much cooler places my headstone could be but I don’t think I want that. I want to be next to you. If you’ll have me.” Her eyes are trained on the pattern of the sheets as she speaks. Did she think Helen would say no? That she wouldn’t like that? How on earth could she think that? They were spending eternity together already, not by choice but Helen thinks they might have found their way to one another eventually, potion or not. 

“Mad, I would love that. Are you sure though? You said the cemetery I picked was for and I quote, 'Boring nobodies’. ” 

“Did I say that?” Madeline winces, feeling a tiny bit guilty.

“Yes, yes you did.” 

“Then I guess I don’t care anymore. I want to be boring with you forever.” She finally looks up at her with that adoring look that always makes Helen’s brain stop working. 

“That’s a backhanded compliment.” Helen says with a sniffle, feeling her emotions get the best of her. God she was always such an easier crier. It doesn’t help that whenever she starts up Madeline can’t help but cry too.

“It's what we do best.” Tears well in Madeline's eyes, the two of them meet in the middle of their huge canopy bed, wrapping their arms around one another. Madeline pulls back slightly so she can look into those pretty green eyes, cupping Helen’s cheek.  

“I can be boring in death with you over there but here, Hel?” She kisses her gently. “I’m never bored.” 

Her words only have more tears spilling from Helen. Madeline has the terrible habit of making Helen want to strangle her most days and yet she still manages to say the most romantic heart stopping things Helen has ever heard. “Besides, I already have a memorial being built for me in my home town.”

“You’re paying for your own memorial to be built?” It shouldn’t be shocking, that’s such an on brand Madeline thing.

“Mmmhmm.”

“Are we going to have to fly there to keep that one pretty too?” She asks, cuddling into Madeline’s side. 

“Maybe once or twice a year.” She shrugs, resting her head on a shared pillow. 

“Oh great.” Helen sighs but she doesn’t really mean it. She’s up for anything as long as Madeline is with her. 

[purplekissinger]

Eye of the beholder

He looked back on his life, not with shame but with a kind of disgust at its dreariness. - 'That hideous strength', C. S. Lewis.

BEFORE YOU READ THIS i really think i have to explain myself. i’ve wrote a ‘Robert Daly x reader’ piece back in 2024 (and never posted this) and my first and only motivation was to escape the cosmic horror of knowing that someone was trapped in their mind FOREVER. Robert Daly is not a good man nor a nice guy, he’s a villain and no one should defend him, and yet his fate was truly horrible and i just felt the urge to write something on that. Knowing what happend to him in the sequel i kinda want to share this text now. Please pay attention that the relationship is shown as toxic (because ehhh that is the way he is) - with a bleak hope in the end. Please forgive me for anything that could make you feel uncomfortable.

When you moved in with Robert Daly, he cleared out a few shelves for you with a frantic urgency he didn't expect from himself. The collector's construction set, the Commander Carpenter action figure, and the three mugs with views of the Brachian wastes were now resting in a box. In their place went your shampoos, a stack of T-shirts, and a box of books. Robert felt that these were perhaps the most precious items in his collection.

Your phone is full of tracking apps that send him a detailed report every day at 18 p.m. Location, messages, photos, browser search history. Robert spared no effort to carefully review all these documents every night and then save them in a secret folder (you went to bed earlier anyway). Are there suspiciously warm messages from colleagues? Are you googling something like "my boyfriend is too controlling"? 

Robert felt almost no guilt when he installed bugs on your phone, except maybe a little. Do you really feel guilty when you install an anti-theft system on your car? Especially if it is an expensive car that is beyond your means.

You were, indeed, beyond his means. Not financially, though.  Robert felt more or less secure when it came to money. His salary was enough for him to make you move into his apartment pretty quickly and let you work from home more often (so that Walton wouldn't chatter with you too much). You were, by any measure, out of his league. Too pretty, too sweet, and just too affectionate with him for it to be true. There were those crazy moments when he was overcome with a suffocating fear: what if this was just another simulation? What if he was now actually half-asleep in a chair, watching scenes of a happy life with the living dream?

Robert glanced sideways at the bed where you were snoring peacefully. In the flickering light of the monitor he could only see the top of your head. Without taking his eyes off you, Robert whispered:

‘Exit game’. 

You sighed softly. Robert stared at you intensely for another three or four minutes, then turned back to the computer.

Geotracking. No surprises here, after work you made a quick stop at the coffee shop near the house. You bought an ice cream and a cup of coffee (receipt attached), and then went straight home. Robert felt a growing warmth somewhere in his heart. It's for your safety, after all. He imagined you sitting in this cafe, carefully picking an ice cream with a spoon. He wonders sometimes how does he even manage to hide his madness.

Oh, and here's a photo of the ice cream. You sent it to a friend. Open chat logs.

Diana: Ooooh, that looks tasty! :heart emoji:

Y/N:  trust me it is :3

Diana: are you at Gingers rn?

Y/N: yeah. You wont believe me what theyve done with the place lol

You discuss different ice cream flavors for a couple more pages. Robert read it all carefully. The ease with which you ​​talked to people always fascinated him.

You watched a couple of episodes of Futurama on the phone when you got home. Then you googled ‘lasagna recipes’ and ordered the necessary ingredients. They say that you get used to good things quickly, but Robert still couldn’t get used to the smell of a delicious dinner cooked by loving hands that was now waiting for him every night. Then you put on some music, and maybe danced a little (Robert briefly thought that he should check the cameras). Then there was a text message from Nanette.

Robert pursed his lips. He often racked his brains over how to cut Nanette out of your life, but so far he hadn’t come up with anything. Meanwhile you two had become good friends. Nannette asked something about work, you answered her right away, then you agreed to meet on Friday evening (he would think about how to prevent this later).

Nannette: you were busy last Friday xd pleeeeeeease don’t sneak away from me this time!

Y/N: sorry x) Rob and I had a Space fleet marathon, we watched like 10 episodes or something

Nanette: whoa

Nanette: :skull emoji: :skull emoji: :skull emoji:

Nanette: u ok lmao?).

Go to hell, Robert thought darkly. You like it, he knows for sure. That day you two ordered pizza and cuddled until late at night, staring at the screen. He sometimes paused the show and explained the references, and you listened intently. It was the best damn evening in six months. Better than being a captain.

Y/N: well, it's actually pretty cool x) such a cute vintage. It's a cult classic, half the tropes in modern sci-fi owe the debt. Plus the jokes are really funny)

 Thank God, he thought with relief.

Nanette: listen, I’ve been meaning to ask, how are you two doing? I know you just moved in with him

Nanette: don’t get me wrong, I’m not prying into your personal life. I’m just curious 

Y/N: oh, everythings great) Ive been seeing Rob more often, he works an awful lot. Hes  different at home, by the way)

Nannette: wow, what’s he like?) surprise me

Y/N: very cute :heart emoji: like a huge teddy bear. I could hug him all day long lol

Robert felt like he was having trouble breathing. He blinked twice. The screen in front of his eyes was blurring. It took him a moment to realize that it was tears.

Y/N: Damn, Im actually a little offended that no one knows what Rob is really like) hes a real genius, no joke, and at the same time so humble and hardworking

Y/N: I love it when someone is really passionate about something. Such people usually have a lot of love in their hearts) Rob is very caring

Y/N: and very kind

Y/N: in short, I hit the jackpot xd

Y/N: his birthday is in two weeks tho :thinking emoji:  i was thinking of a surprise

Y/N: thought of an action figure xd 

Y/N: but now i have even better idea

And that is when Robert closed the chat window hurriedly, hitting the cross on the fourth try, and hid his face in his hands. He needed some cold water. He needed to do the breathing exercises that you had taught him. He needed to lie down. He needed to wake you up, to confess - though to what, he couldn't say.

For as long as he could remember, Robert Daly had been a man who, with astonishing persistence, saw only injustices towards himself and never noticed any problems of other people. Now, for the first time in his life, he felt something that could be described as noble and dignified. He saw now with devastating clarity that he did not deserve you. He was not a good man or a nice guy, never had been; he had always known that you were too good for him, but now he felt like a robber, no, worse, like a thief. 

So what if he did not pursue the clones who had broken free? So what if he returned digital copies of Walton and Tommy to the ship and gave them unlimited credits? Robert was doing it for himself, because he knew full well that he would go to jail for that sweet entertainment.

You will never know about the USS Callister. You will never know that six months ago you could have been trapped there. You will never know what you really saved him from when you raised the alarm in the work chat, unable to reach Robert. You sure as hell will never know what a monster he was and remains. 

You won't see him turn off the monitor and lie down carefully next to you on the bed. You won't see him staring at the ceiling until almost dawn and thinking about the long, long hours in the darkness of dead space. You won't hear him sobbing quietly as he remembers how this darkness was cut by the light of a hospital room as he saw your face.

Beauty, they say, is in the eye of the beholder. But could it be the kindness that Robert didn't feel in himself no matter how hard he tried? For the only thing he felt was an endless empty and cold space inside of him, deadly, hungry, ugly, unforgiving, and no other light except his guiding star, his wishing star. And as Robert hoped desperately that he will never lose sight of this star, he knew damn well that it would be better for the star to lose sight of him.

[extralively]

School Stories: In the Closet

Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character Pre-Relationship, Bickering, Teenage Shenanigans, Baby Panda Plays Matchmaker 1,806 words Also posted on AO3 Summary: Yura was just trying to get her chores done at the end of the school day, too bad that a young Panda suddenly decided to take matters into his own hands regarding a certain matter involving her and Gojo...

Hey everyone! I bring you another work in the Satoru/Yura series, and this time I actually plan to make School Stories a series of its own with quick oneshots set during their school days! There'll probably be no plot-related stuff here, mostly just slice of life and early SatoYura shenanigans, because that's fun to revisit every now and then, hehe.

If you just got here and haven't read any of the previous installments of this series, and all you want is some Gojo/OC slice of life shenanigans, then you should be able to read this as standalone! All you need to know is that Yura and Gojo are in the same year, and he was a massive asshole to her at beginning lol. They've since come to a sort of understanding and become friends, but they still bicker a lot.

“Who put the mop behind everything?” Gojo asked, and Yura only crossed her arms with an impatient sigh.

“Hurry up,” she called, watching the white-haired teenager rummage through the supply closet. It was the end of the school day, and they were supposed to clean up their classroom—Yura and Gojo were on mopping the floor and wiping surfaces duties, while Shoko and Geto were left to take out the trash and tidy everything up. However, Yura couldn’t even get started on her own chores until they were able to fetch all the supplies from this closet, which Gojo was taking forever to do.

“I’m trying,” he called, immediately tossing an empty bucket out of the supply storage, and Yura scowled at him making a mess. “But someone decided to bury all the supplies behind a bunch of junk.”

Yura tapped her foot in irritation, unable to help and hurry things up as the closet was way too cramped for two people.

As Yura was about to shoot another retort, a flash of black and white passed by her peripheral vision, and she turned her head to look. It was Panda, peering at them from behind the corner.

“Panda,” Yura greeted him. “Didn’t know you were stopping by today.”

The small, not-quite-a-panda creature would occasionally visit the school with Yaga, and Yura had long since become acquainted with him. She still wasn’t sure of all the details regarding Panda’s existence—something of a mutated cursed corpse created by Yaga that could function on his own, and that had apparently gotten Yaga into a lot of trouble back in the day—but Yura ended up deciding not to worry too much about it and simply view the small panda as Yaga’s sort-of son. He was pretty cute, as Shoko would repeatedly say as she’d try to squish the small-sized not-a-panda in a hug, and surprisingly smart for what was technically a five year old child.

So it was a little weird when Panda didn’t answer her, only stared. He could talk—and sometimes he would talk a lot—but for some reason he only stared at them with his eyebrows-area furrowed in concentration.

“Panda?” Yura called again, as Gojo still fumbled with all the stuff inside the supply closet.

Without a word, Panda suddenly marched up to them, halting his steps right next to her. And he stared.

“Wakatsuki,” Gojo suddenly called from inside the closet. “Don’t just stand there.”

“We can’t both fit in there,” she replied, tearing her eyes away from the small, furry creature to shoot another scowl in Gojo’s direction. “...Mr. Special Grade that can’t even get a mop out of the closet.”

She heard Gojo huff, disgruntled. She bit back a grin.

“Here,” he suddenly called out, briefly pulling back to hand her a mop. “Here’s that damn mop, now I just need to get the other stuff.”

Yura stepped closer to grab the offered item, and that was when the closet door suddenly swung closed, pushing her into the small, cramped space.

A garbled cry of surprise escaped her mouth as she stumbled forward, her hands scrambling to grasp at anything in front of her. Anything turned out to be a warm, not-that-soft body, her own body immediately colliding against Gojo’s as she fell into him.

“Wakatsuki, what the hell—” he let out, and she felt an arm wrap around her waist to keep her from falling further and, especially, face-first into the closet’s wall. However, something was pulled from the higher shelves with the movement, a pile of (thankfully) not too heavy stuff immediately falling onto them and pushing them closer together.

And in the middle of it all, there was the distinct click of the lock behind them, and what she could only describe as giggling fading away into the distance.

“Panda!” she called, the only possible culprit for quite literally pushing them into this situation. But it was too late, and there was only silence outside. “Shit...”

Yura’s hands tried to find purchase somewhere, anywhere, but the only solid surface she could find was Gojo himself.

And he was too close.

Yura let out a series of expletives as her feet couldn’t find solid ground, too much junk scattered around their legs for her to actually find somewhere to step. “Stop—Stop that,” Gojo said as she kept struggling.

“You stop—” Her fingers tightened on Gojo’s uniform as her efforts only made her slip further, her weight dropping against him. His arm around her was the only thing keeping her from fully falling on top of the scattered junk.

He grunted. “Quit moving—” he said, and she felt his arm suddenly tighten around her. That did make her more secure in place... but that also brought her even closer.

Closer—way too close.

Yura froze.

For a long moment, all she could hear was her breathing in the small, dark space. Well, her breathing, and his. And not just hear, but feel—her chest was pressed against Gojo’s, so she could feel every time it heaved up and down along with hers. And it was like her mind slowly took stock of every single spot their bodies touched—which was almost everywhere. One of his legs was pushed up between hers, hitching higher every time she scrambled for purchase, his arm firm around her waist and keeping her there.

“...Uh...” Gojo let out. His breath puffed over her face.

Was it getting hotter in here, or...?

“...Door,” she suddenly called. It was dark, but she thought she could see his brows furrowing. “Get the door,” she explained.

Gojo was quiet for a moment, and then he suddenly moved. Yura briefly realized his weight had been leaning against the wall as his upper body surged forward, taking her with him—but she supposed this was nothing for him with his ridiculous strength. She was able to find a little bit of purchase on the ground as he straightened them both up, but not enough, and as his arm unwrapped itself from around her to reach for the door, she was forced to hold on to him tighter.

“...It’s locked,” he said, the sound of a jiggling doorknob filling the closet.

She grunted. “Fucking—"

Gojo let out a huff. “Did Panda really lock us in here?”

Yura also let out a huff. “Yep.”

“I’m gonna tell Yaga that his little experiment is turning into quite the little shit,” he grumbled.

And Yura couldn’t help herself. “...Well, you’re one to talk,” she half mumbled.

Gojo huffed again, turning to look down at her face... and then immediately looking away as they were still too close.

Yura let out a breath as she too looked off to the side. “Now what?” she asked. She was pretty sure she had left her phone back in the classroom with her things, but maybe Gojo still had his so they could call someone to get them out of there. If not... “Do we scream for help or something?”

“I mean, I can teleport.”

Ah. Right.

But then she narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you dare teleport away and leave me here all alone.”

She heard him bark out a laugh. “Scared of the dark, Wakatsuki?”

Yura turned her head to him with a scowl, about to retort—and then her nose bumped his chin and she quickly turned away again. “Just get us out of here.”

-

Yura almost felt relieved at the feeling of Gojo’s teleporting encasing them, the cramped-up space giving way to some actual room to move around. Darkness turned into light, and Yura’s feet finally found their footing, but then she looked to the side and immediately locked eyes with Shoko’s questioning gaze.

...Hold on.

Yura was frozen for a moment, her brain still trying to make sense of the sudden change of scenery. Gojo had teleported them both out of the closet—straight into the classroom they had been using. The one where Shoko and Geto were.

“...Satoru,” she heard Geto’s voice suddenly drawl out, and her eyes shifted to look at him. His lips were tilted up in a sly smile aimed straight at her and Gojo. “You guys been having fun?”

Yura blinked. And her brain suddenly processed the fact that they hadn’t actually moved after teleporting so Gojo still had his arms around her... with their bodies still pressed together.

Something snapped inside of her.

“G-Get off!” she suddenly exclaimed, pushing Gojo away as hard as she could. It seemed to have sent him stumbling backwards, but Yura was too busy to congratulate herself for catching him off guard when her cheeks felt like they were bursting into flames.

“Ow, Wakatsuki, what the hell...” Gojo grumbled.

Yura eventually raised her gaze, meeting Shoko’s eyes again. Unfortunately, Yura did not like the look she found on the other girl’s face.

“You two were supposed to be fetching the supplies,” Shoko said, amusement hiding behind her impassive tone. “Not cozying up together.”

Yura’s cheeks were still burning, and she refused to look in Gojo’s direction. “That’s not—!”

“No!” a different voice suddenly yelled from the doorway. It was the culprit himself—Panda—standing there in shock.“You weren’t supposed to be out so soon!” He paused. “Go back!”

Gojo snapped his head towards the doorway, his eyes shooting glares at the mutated cursed corpse even from behind his glasses. “You pulling pranks now, you little furball?” he gritted out. He took one step towards the young not-panda, who seemed to have sensed what was to come and immediately bolted. “I’ll get ya and teach you a lesson, come back here!”

As Gojo ran off chasing after Panda, the other three students were left alone in the classroom, and Yura tried to get her flushed cheeks back in control. And in the meantime, she refused to make eye contact with neither Shoko nor Geto... who had turned his gaze to her, amused.

“So...” Shoko eventually started. “What just happened?”

Honestly, Yura had no idea.

-

Bonus:

“You locked them in a closet?” Yaga asked, his face incredulous as he stared at his small creation.

Panda only nodded, eyes big and wide and with seemingly no regrets.

Yaga let out a sigh. “...Why?”

Panda didn’t miss a beat. “They need to kiss.”

Yaga raised an eyebrow high up. “They need to what?” he asked.

“Kiss,” Panda replied. “They gotta kiss.”

Now, where the hell had Panda gotten this idea from, Yaga had no idea.

He sighed, rubbing his face with a hand.

“Masamichi,” Panda called, and Yaga peered down through his fingers. There was more? “You need to try it sometime.”

“Try it? Try what?”

Panda nodded. “Locking them in a closet,” he stated. His small face became thoughtful. “Just have to make sure Satoru can’t teleport...”

End notes: My personal headcanon is that Panda is an unusually perceptive person, and hey, it's actual canon that he likes to play matchmaker!! So let's say he started early, echoing the thoughts of a lot of commenters in this series saying they wish they could lock Yura and Satoru in a closet to sort things out lmao. Too bad Satoru can teleport...

(Basically I wrote a mention of Panda locking them in a closet in one of the main story's chapters and I felt like I had to actually write out the incident lol)

Anyway, thank you for reading, and let me go back to writing the main story now ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )ᕗ

[delugyu]

h-hi.. i say, shaken and disheveled after all the love language era content 😭😭 for my mental health i cannot even begin to talk about the mv alone without my words becoming incomprehensible or just straight up BARKING. ok fine only two words. KAI’S ABS…… [flatline noise.]

ooohh congrats about the interview and the pierce the veil concert!! and good luck with your interview, what an amazing opportunity 🫶🏾 the discord thing is so tru tho.. i added people (not from tumblr) a few years ago for ‘casual friendship..’ again, i have a 12th house stellium so we kno how that goes 💀 those people are some of my closest friends to date, our friendship goes far beyond just ‘internet friends’

wait… taehyun as jennifer in a jennifer’s body au?! ITS A NEED NOT A WANT!!! brief / random lore dump: why was the ✨kiss scene✨ in that movie like my first gay awakening LMFAOOO surely most people relate to that.. right? 🤔 reimagining that with taehyun tho.. *duck shaking head with cigarette gif* yea… #needthat

OFC U GET MEEEE!! silly beomgyu thinking that taehyun would EVER let him get a taste of mc again (at the very least not until he broke the both of them. saying sorry isn’t enough, he’s a brat tamer dealing with *two* brats after all 💔) mc knows better than to try to override taehyun’s decision, she might as well just smile and wave gyu goodbye 😭

girl i’ve been wanting to play the sims too !! also a new game called inzoi came out. purely out of jealousy i haven’t watched people play it much 😭 my poor macbook starts sweating and the fan starts blowing loud asl if i even hover over the sims icon so i wouldn’t dare buy / install it LMFAOO

— ♐️ stellium anon

ps: i fear u were right about the writers curse 😟 JKJK take ur time, we will wait until it’s to your standards !! it’ll be worth the wait <3

HEYYYYY 😚😚😚 literally this era has me folding over crying out in agony that i’ll never get to wife all of txt up… is this not cruel and unusual like omg. i need them badly.

hehe tyyyy i just had my interview last friday and it went super super well so i was cheesing so hard the rest of the day!!! it starts in the fall semester so i’ll update in a few months on how that goes 😋 LOLLL those lifelong bonds a 12th house stellium makes are soooo karmic and spiritual like u guys are locked in forever!! i honestly might give in and get discord soon LMAO but idkkkk we’ll see! i like the ppl on this side of tumblr so i’m slowly getting convinced

YESSS i love jennifer’s body so much, ive read a few aus and i just love the concept so much. i almost wrote one for the last fandom i was in but that was years ago lmao. decided against it at the time but now that my writing’s matured and i’m more confident with delivering that kind of concept, i think it’ll be super fun. the jennifer’s body gay awakening is SOOOO REAL needy and jennifer are so insanely hot together 😵‍💫 and as i’ve said before i am such a huge sucker for best friend tropes especially when it gets toxic and clingy and obsessive 😇 so like is that not perfect?!? and taehyun as jennifer makes my head spin…. god complex taehyun with demonic powers I NEED YOUUUU

brat tamer taehyun dealing with gyu and mc… that’s so beautiful… no but i literally love this idea so much i lowkey wanna write it but it wouldn’t fit with the storyline i’m going for 😫 maybe as an extra once i’m done with the series because this thought is actually so delicious

omg i’ve never heard of inzoi before i’m looking it up rn. the graphics look like a cross between sims and gta lol cute. also twin for avoiding watching other ppl enjoy something out of jealousy cause i do that too 🤞 im crying so bad at ur macbook screaming for help the second u even think abt opening the sims 😭😭😭 i can literally only download and play it for like a month at a time cause any longer than that my laptop starts freaking out and threatening to explode. my last sims family had a serial arsonist (extremely bad chef) and i broke out in a sweat every time she walked into the kitchen. the amount of times i had to motherlode to replace the appliances. i almost had the other girls beat her i was so annoyed 😭

SHUT UPPPPAKJAJKSHSH the writers curse is so real 😭😭😭 thank u tho bae teehee i’m glad everyone’s super patient cause i was lowkey preparing myself to get hate for that LMAO idk why bc i’ve literally never had a negative experience on here. i mean it’s only been 4 months but still. that was actually one of the reasons i hesitated making this account for so long, i was worried abt getting hated and doxxed and shit 😭 well also the moral implications of writing smut about real people but. i’m well beyond redemption for that now lmao. but honestly i’ve had a super pleasant experience so far!

hehe ty for popping innnn 🤍🤍🤍

[rumpocky]

Harris campaign has been spectacular, organized and aggressive. They knew about the Russia threat, but they wanted to win (of course). So, if there was fraud, they have to ask for a recount now, or whatever they need. Other countries are at risk, if Musk manipulates other elections. I hope they wait till the last moment and then make the announcement, when all the West countries and their allies have made it clear that it's not just the US. They all are done with Putin's BS

I have two perspectives here.

My personal one would agree with you. This, I find, is actually actively interfering, putting my ego in the way of playing the game to try to specifically attain that goal.

My zoomed out weird one?

Nah.

That's anxiety talking.

Even with Putin in America's pocket, Trump and Elon will be destabilizing the US so proactively, our ability to contribute will be broken at the kneecaps for several years.

Also, guys, it's like everyone's having a stroke and forgetting the US is an imperialist shitbag too, and has been funding wars around the world since fucking forever.

While I agree we need to support Ukraine, I also believe the rest of the world needs to begin picking up the slack, because no matter which war handout america cuts, it's at least pulling its dick out of one fucking pie. Israel, Gaza, fuckin. Fucking everywhere guys. All of it, the whole fucking thing.

America has refused to stop pissing in corners of the world paying into war since forever now, and it has to fucking stop. I'm no accelerationist, but if this is the way to make it stop, then shatter this old fucking babylon so we don't all fucking die, fucking thanks.

Putin will try to play robber baron, but only once the union really fractures officially over this. His only real gain is Trump cutting funding to Ukraine, and maybe a few trade deals.

Trump is also not generally long for this world, and Vance lacks the cult dedication. By the time he dies, his own people will start eating Vance's bones. Hell, the votes aren't even certified yet and they're all eating each other publicly already, what do you think happens when their false prophet superstar goes in the dirt?

Even that might be a better long term resolution; it would be far easier for military generals to push back against Vance once the obsessive sands of Trumpism have to break, even if that means the feds like, installing some fucking martial law and us ending up under some holding pattern override, functionally stopping what we know as democracy until all other prosecutions, investigations, recounts, or whatever the fuck else.

-- long term, this is ironically a resolution democrats supposedly want: A breakup of american imperialism and war funding, cornering Russia trapped upon itself with us, rattling the financial institutions, and basically removing the US as a primary world power to be replaced by a new-kinda NATO without reliance on us. A New World Order, if you will.

It involves accelerationism, which I'm not an inherent fan of; I believe in protecting people at all costs, caring for the poor and such. But if the accelerationists are here, definitionally hellbent on their path, it is far better to turn them against each other than to keep kicking water uphill eternally while internally rotting our institutions, society, and cultural mental stability.

Like we're here, it's been us trying to jam the door for election after election, and stalling really isn't saving our asses.

So just... breathe. Plan. Put up some basic supplies, build your coalitions and communities and communals, and keep your heads down for a few years. I hate to say it, take down your pride flags and things like that, undye your hair, start living like we're in Nazi Germany because, for a short time at least, we are. Don't self identify yourself as a target more than you have to.

Anyway. I think I'm doing pretty good at this for falling in backwards 20 years ago and just now realizing, what do you guys think

[adamwatchesmovies]

TMNT (2007)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

In some ways, TMNT is a better film than the previous live-action installments in the series. Unfortunately, it still suffers from major shortcomings. This makes it less fun than even the worst of the ‘90s adventures because there’s nothing nostalgic about it and no elements that are so bad they can be kind of fun despite themselves. This movie is doomed to obscurity - theatrical release or no theatrical release.

3,000 years ago, a warlord named Yaotl opened a portal whose energies granted him immortality but turned his four trusted generals to stone. The portal also unleashed 13 monsters into our world - previews of the army the portal would unleash the next time someone opened it. In present day, Leonardo (voiced by James Arnold Taylor), Raphael (voiced by Nolan North), Michelangelo (voiced by Mikey Kelley) and Donatello (voiced by Mitchell Whitfield) have grown apart. Leonardo has been sent away to South America to train and his brothers have either taken on mundane jobs or become masked vigilantes. When Yaotl resurrects his generals and begins gathering the monsters with the help of the Foot Clan, it can only mean trouble for New York and its shell-wearing protectors.

While there’s a certain charm to the old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movies and their practical special effects, making the next chapter in the series an animated film was a good idea. It gives the characters freedoms they never had before and they're the most expressive they've ever been. Too bad they have nothing interesting to say and the plot is a complete mess. There’s just way too much going on here. Why 13 monsters to collect to open up the portal? Eight of them are captured during a montage and the turtles only interact with three of them, making that number way excessive. In fact, why are there monsters in the movie at all? Isn’t a villain that's trying to open up this portal to a dimension of demons with his four granite warriors - none of which get more than a handful of lines - enough?

Let's examine this story deeper. The portal only opens up once every 3,000 when the stars align, and only if the creatures are arranged in a circle. Yaotl sure was dragging his feet gathering them then, wasn’t he? They’ve been around for longer than Christianity and he’s gotten exactly NOTHING done before the plot kicks in. Thankfully, the monsters are - for reasons that are never made clear - hanging out in New York city, waiting to be scooped up like Pokémon. This entire plot is so muddy and so full of holes you just don’t care about any of it.

Not helping are the titular heroes. Splinter (voiced by Mako) has sent Leonardo away to train to be a better leader. Did he really need to go to a different continent to do this? Speaking of bad ideas, the “Nightwatcher” subplot makes NO SENSE. Raphael has been wearing a disguise and sneaking out at night to fight crime. Why? The turtles live in secrecy in the city's sewer tunnels. He has no civilian identity to protect. The disguise fools no one anyway - well, except his brothers, who take forever to put two and two together. As if the huge humanoid with three fingers and a big shell on his back jumping around doing martial arts wouldn’t be immediately recognized by them. And if he is going around fighting crime as a vigilante… so what? The turtles have always been vigilantes! So is their friend Casey Jones (voiced by Chris Evans)!

Once again, the plot centers solely on Leonardo and Raphael, with the other two turtles given nothing to do. You’d think with the years of comics and television series, someone would’ve figured out a way to give everyone involved some task crucial to defeating the villains. Donnie could hack into a security system, April (voiced by Sarah Michelle Gellar) could gather intelligence or put on a disguise, Mickey and Casey could distract the guards, that kind of thing. No. We get hammered by themes of family and brotherhood over and over but all the siblings do is argue until the final act when they finally put their differences aside. None of it is any fun, and certainly not with the quality of the jokes we're subjected to. The entire picture only contains one funny moment, which makes the brisk 87 minutes feel like an entire season of a TV show you’ve been forced to sit through.

Despite all my criticisms, I must admit that an 11-year-old who loves the ninja turtles would probably love this movie because the ridiculous story seriously (too seriously, I’d say) and feigns a grim and gritty theme throughout. Nothing about the story or visuals will date TMNT like its predecessors but it’s hard to imagine anyone fondly looking back at this 2007 film. (March 26, 2021)

[jawsplitter]

i want to play mk11 but id have to plug in the ps4 & wait for it to install and i just do not want to do all that

[mrfoox]

Once again... It's pathetic how easy it is to make me do something if I like you enough...

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part fifty-six: "The Nightmare"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You wake screaming from a terrible nightmare in the middle of the night.

Or

You weren't expecting to see Daredevil.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 3.4k

a/n: This installment is a part of the Big Angst arc. Forewarning, there is no comfort in the next handful of installments, not until you reach "The Aftermath" (Part 58) will there be comfort. The beginning nightmare is quite dark and features some violence as well. You can find the entire list of installments for this series here. And if you're enjoying it let me know!

“Take me, not her,” Daredevil begged. His usual gravelly and dangerous voice was currently strained and full of panic. “It’s me you want. Leave her out of this. Let her go.”

The cold barrel of the gun pressed further into your temple and you flinched. Your heart was hammering frantically in your chest where you sat tied to the chair. You were positive the sound was only further sending Matt into a panicked, despairing frenzy.

“Who says we can’t have both? She clearly knows too much now,” Scar Face rumbled out behind you. 

"Please," Matt pleaded weakly.

“You've got nothing to bargain with, asshole. You aren't going to do anything while we have your bitch tied up," Not Scar Face pointed out. "So why don’t you shut up and take off that ridiculous helmet and show your face?”

“Matt, no,” you whimpered.

“I said to stop talking!” Scar Face snapped.

The barrel of the gun briefly left its place at your temple just long enough for the back of it to come cracking down hard against your skull. White shot across your eyes and you cried out in pain. A few feet before you, Matt dropped to his hands and knees with an agonized shout. A second later you heard something loud clattering along the cement floor of the warehouse. When your vision no longer blurred you saw he’d taken off the mask.

Scar Face let out a loud laugh behind you as you took in Matt’s unfocused eyes. They were on your chest, fear and pain written on his face. The sight alone almost killed you.

“The asshole is blind !” Not Scar Face laughed out from nearby. 

"Backman will get a kick out of that,” Scar Face added, amused, “when we bring him your head.”

“I’d say let’s have him watch us kill his girl but–” Not Scar Face paused to laugh, “–he wouldn’t be able to see anything!”

Both men laughed loudly just behind you, but your eyes were on Matt. He was still on his hands and knees a few feet before you, a look of sheer desperation on his face. Your heart felt like it was being crushed in your chest at the sight before you. They were going to kill you both and Matt would spend his last moments blaming himself.

“Enough of this shit,” Scar Face said, laughter subsiding. “Let’s be done with it already.”

The gun removed itself from your temple, aiming directly at Matt. Tears were falling down your cheeks, your body trembling from where you sat tied to the chair. 

“I’m so sorry,” Matt whispered, his unfixed gaze still only on you. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I lo–”

The gun went off beside you, so loud your ears were ringing. It took your brain a second to realize Matt had been shot. And as his body fell forward onto the floor, his sentence forever hanging unfinished in the air, a scream tore its way out of your chest. You were pulling at the restraints holding you to the chair, tears streaming down your face rapidly. Your eyes were fixed to Matt’s limp body, your hands fighting to reach out and hold him.

"Shut her up, would you?" Scar Face said.

A loud noise burst forth from the gun shortly after it appeared in your line of sight and your body jolted.

Sitting bolt upright on your bed, your breathing coming in fast and hard, you found you were actually screaming. When you realized there were hands on your shoulders you began to thrash violently against the hold that was on you, tears streaming down your face for real.

"It's me, it's me!" a familiar panicked voice was calling out over your shouts. 

You paused as the voice registered in your mind, your body no longer fighting as the scream died in your throat. Still breathing hard, you turned to the side of your bed and through the dark you saw the telltale shape of horns. Your hand darted out to the lamp on your nightstand. Your fingers fumbled as your hand shook, but the moment you pulled the switch, light washed over Daredevil’s familiar form crouched beside your bed.

One of Matt's hands came up, pulling the helmet off of his head instantly and revealing his worried face. Your eyes raked over every inch of him, trying to force out that image of him with a bullet in his head. Your lips trembled, tears falling down your cheeks still at the sight of him alive before you. 

Without thinking, you flung yourself forward at Matt where he was crouched beside you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your face burying itself in his armor just beside his throat. Faintly you registered the way he carefully wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his other gloved hand very gently smoothing your hair down. You sobbed into his armor, arms tightening around him even further. 

"Hey, you're okay," he whispered. "You were dreaming. You're okay."

"I was back there," you murmured into the strange material of his suit. "In that warehouse. They shot both of us," you said, voice breaking.

His hand continued to soothe its way down your hair over and over, his other arm holding you to him more firmly. "You're okay," he repeated. "I've got you, you're okay. You’re safe."

Eyes closing, you relaxed into his comforting embrace and his soothing voice. He was alive. It had been a bad dream, nothing more. 

But the longer you held him and he held you, the more embarrassed you were quickly becoming. He wasn't your Matt anymore and you shouldn't be holding him like this. As much as you wanted his comfort, as much as you wanted to pull him onto your bed and have him wrap himself around you, that wasn't going to happen. 

Your arms abruptly released Matt, pushing yourself away from him so fast that Matt's hands were briefly left hovering in the air where he had moments before been holding you. You sniffled loudly, blinking back the tears. Matt's hands slowly lowered to the bed as he sunk down to sit on the floor beside your mattress.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled. "I–I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," he replied, an unreadable expression on his face. "Are you…alright?"

You ran a hand down your face, trying to force that nightmare from your mind. It hadn't been real, you reminded yourself. That wasn't what happened and those men were in no position to hurt you again. But still, you felt terrified.

"I'm fine," you told him. 

Matt's mouth twitched downwards at the corner. "No you're not," he replied.

A deep sigh fell from him as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on your bed as he buried his face in his gloved hands. You bit your lip nervously, watching him quietly before you. 

"This is all my fault," he said, his voice a bit muffled by his gloves still covering his face. 

"No it's not," you immediately whispered. 

Matt's face slowly rose out of his hands, brows creased together onto his forehead as his gaze landed along your chest. He winced as his head canted to the side. 

"How is it not my fault? They were after me ," he stated.

"But I was the one looking into Wayland. And I wasn't taking it seriously enough," you admitted, shoulders slumping. "I didn't think I had poked around enough to draw that much attention to myself. And I had no idea they'd have made the connection between you and I." You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, your right hand dropping to the bed and absently fiddling with the fabric of your comforter. "It was my fault," you admitted, unable to look at him. "I was being reckless, focused on following the story. I didn't listen to you and I should have."

"But I should have stopped you," Matt ground out. "I shouldn't have let you continue looking into it."

"And done what, Matt?" you asked, your eyes darting up from the bed to his pained face. "Tie me to my bed? Get me fired? There wasn't anything more you could have done," you told him firmly. "You warned me repeatedly. You told me to stop–practically begged me to. I didn't listen. This was on me, I put both of us in danger."

"Because of what I do," he countered. 

"And what I do," you pointed out, gesturing to yourself. "Investigative journalist, remember? You were right, you're not the only one chasing bad guys."

His focus dropped down to your bed, one of his gloved hands beginning to comb repeatedly through his dark hair, mussing it further. You could see the muscles twitching in his cheeks like usual when he was frustrated. 

"I'm sorry," you whispered. 

“Stop,” he immediately said, shaking his head. “You did nothing wrong. You did everything I asked you to, everything you could have in that situation.” He sighed heavily, his focus still not on you. “I should have been there for you afterwards,” he whispered, something like shame creeping into his tone. “What I did after…” his voice trailed off, his eyes pinching with emotion.

You shifted on the mattress, scooting closer towards where he sat on the floor. Tentatively your right hand slid along the bed and very lightly the tips of your fingers brushed his gloved hand. Matt’s head rose from the floor, his sightless gaze entirely focused on the part of you touching him.

“What we did,” you corrected him softly, “was consensual. You didn’t hurt me, Matt. And it was clearly what you needed in the moment.”

“It was wrong,” he shot back.

“You didn’t hurt me, Matt,” you repeated firmly. 

“Okay,” Matt began, nodding quickly. “Okay, let’s put aside the bruises and the–the bite marks. All of it,” he said, grimacing as he did. “You had been terrified. Kidnapped. You’d had a gun to your head just hours before, and then I yell at you and–and treat you like that? So rough and angry myself?”

“It was what you needed,” you repeated. “And I was willing to give you the comfort you needed. I’ll admit, rough sex was not exactly the first thing on my mind after that, I’d have much preferred something like this,” you told him, your hand not resting beside his gesturing between the pair of you. “Even though right now it still feels like you’re miles away from me despite you sitting right here. But I wanted to give you what you needed to realize I was safe and I just–just needed you.” Tears were stinging in your eyes at the admission, Matt’s focus finally shifting up towards you. “After all of that,” you told him, your voice cracking, “I just needed you, Matt. That was all I needed.”

You could see the emotion screwing up his features, his eyes pinching tight as his lips began to tremble. A few tears slipped down your cheeks as you tried to hold back a sob.

“But you just left me, Matty,” you whispered, noticing the glisten of tears forming in his own eyes. His hand beside yours balled the sheets in a tight fist as you continued. “It wasn’t the sex that hurt me, Matt. It was the abandoning me when I needed you most afterwards that did.”

Matt rose to his feet and quickly sat down on the bed beside you, his arms wrapping around your waist and drawing you into him. Taken by surprise, it took you a moment to wrap your own arms around his waist, your forehead resting against his chest as tears continued to make their way down your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry,” he croaked out. “I’m so sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry for everything.” 

His face was buried in your hair, his gloved hands gripping you tight to his chest. You could feel the wet drops of Matt’s tears falling onto the top of your head as you clung to him. Something that felt like hope sparked inside of your chest for the first time in over a month. This was what you’d been needing from Matt. This was the comfort and the beginning of an apology you had been craving. 

“I didn’t mean to,” he whispered into your hair. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do any of that to you. I never want to hurt you.” A choked sob left him, his arms tightening around you further. “I’ve been so ashamed,” he continued, his voice shaking. “About what I did to you afterwards, letting any part of that side of me around you. About leaving you like that. I didn’t–didn’t know how to face you afterwards. I just wanted to keep you safe from me.”

“Matt,” you whispered back, cheek pressed against the armor along his chest, “I love all of you,” you admitted. “ All of you. Even the side that does this.” Your right hand gently patted his back, emphasizing exactly what you meant; his gloved hands held you somehow even more firmly in response. “And I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you,” you added. “I’m sorry I didn’t take the danger of what I was doing more seriously.”

He was shaking his head along the top of yours. “You couldn’t have known,” he replied. “You couldn’t have known just how dangerous it was. You didn’t hear the things I did from Backman’s men all those nights I was out and I–I didn’t tell you everything to try to keep you safe from it all.”

For a long while you both held each other close, crying together in silence as your hands clutched tight to each other. You’d relaxed in his arms, your eyes closed as you breathed in the scent of him. Your heart felt full for the first time in awhile.

Gradually you pulled back from his chest, Matt reluctantly easing his hold on you and drawing his face out from where he’d been crying into your hair. You swallowed hard, face turning up to look at him in your dimly lit bedroom. Your heart sped up in your chest as you took in the sight of him before you, his face closer to yours than it had been in weeks. 

You’d missed him. You’d missed the way his eyes would look upon you with so much warmth and affection. Missed the way it felt to have his arms around you, to feel the heat of his body on yours. You just missed the way he loved you fully.

The only thing you wanted in this exact moment was to fix things between the two of you. To try to repair the damage of these past six weeks. And now that you’d begun to talk it out, both of you having begun to apologize, why couldn’t you both try to make things work? Of course things wouldn’t just pick up where they’d left off, and of course you both needed a bigger, more in depth conversation still–but why couldn’t things between you both be salvaged? Why couldn’t you be together and try to work through everything?

Your heart skipped in your chest at the thought of him taking off that suit and finally , after weeks of crying yourself to sleep alone, falling asleep wrapped in his embrace. Of resting your head along his bare chest and listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. Of him tenderly kissing you goodnight. Of waking up tomorrow morning and him being there beside you with a warm smile. 

Hesitantly your right arm unwrapped itself from around Matt’s waist. Your hand tentatively made its way up towards his cheek until you were gently cupping it in the palm of your hand. Before you, Matt’s brows furrowed together in silence. Feeling like you couldn’t breathe, you carefully leaned into Matt, your chin rising to draw your lips towards his.

But the moment your lips briefly brushed his, his head sharply turned to the side, your lips landing awkwardly along the stubble of his cheek. That hope that had been growing in your chest over the past few minutes instantly fizzled out at his blatant rejection. The burn of tears were once again at your eyes, both of your hands quickly falling into your lap as you pulled away. 

Matt was shaking his head, drawing his own arms from you before rising to his feet beside your bed. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“We can’t,” he told you firmly. “That’s–that’s not what this was. I’m–I’m sorry if I made you think that.”

You bit your lip, nodding solemnly in response. It felt like there was a gaping hole in your chest now larger than before he’d shown up tonight. 

“That’s not why I was here,” he told you, voice pained. “I still owe you more of an apology than what that was, but that’s not why I was here.”

Fighting back sobs that were quickly threatening to wrack your body, you drew your knees up to your chest. “Then why are you here?” you asked, hurt clear in your voice.

Matt hesitated a moment, shifting back and forth on his feet before he answered. “Because I…I listen to make sure you’re safe in your apartment when I head home at night,” he confessed. “Just to your heart, nothing more. But it was erratic and I was terrified something had happened. So I–I came up to your fire escape to check. Then I heard you screaming and thrashing in your sleep. Your window wasn’t locked so I came in.” His hands nervously fidgeted in front of himself, his head shaking. “But I can’t do that. I’m not good for you. You’re not safe with me.”

Unable to hold back the tears any further, your face dropped down to your knees and you cried, shoulders shaking with the movement. You’d thought whatever had torn you two apart might have been something that could be fixed after that conversation, that Matt could see reason and you could work towards getting back to where you’d both been eventually, but apparently he still wanted to think that he was a threat to you. What more could you do about that?

Matt tried to place a comforting hand on your shoulder but you flinched away on the bed, burying your face further into your knees as your arms squeezed your legs tighter.

“Don’t,” you croaked out. “I don’t want your comfort, Matt. Not now, not like this. It hurts too much.”

“What–what can I do?” he breathed out, sounding himself like he was close to tears.

“Just go away,” you begged, curling further in on yourself. “Go away, Matt. Apparently there’s nothing for you here. Just go. I can't keep doing this.”

He whispered your name, his voice breaking as he did. The sound only caused the tears to fall harder from your eyes. 

"I'm sorry," he whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

You heard his footsteps leaving your bedroom, making their way to your living room. There was the familiar sound of your window sliding up before you heard him gently closing it after himself. 

Turning, you flung yourself back onto your bed, grabbing the pillow he always had slept on when he had stayed over. You clung to it pathetically, burying your face in the fabric. It only just barely smelled like him and that had you crying harder. 

You didn't understand why he was doing this. Why he seemed to care so much but yet could continue hurting both of you so badly. How he could possibly think that he was a threat to you. The thought of Matt ever being a danger to you was absurd–especially knowing he was still checking on you, making sure you were safe after the breakup. Checking on you even when you had a nightmare. 

You just didn't understand what was going through his mind and why he continued to push you away. But the whiplash of his hot and cold feelings were killing you. You couldn't take it anymore.

As you clung to your pillow, sobbing softly, your heart tightened in your chest at the conclusion you'd come to. Either you had Matt completely or you didn't have him at all. You couldn’t torture yourself any further; you either needed him or needed to move on from him. You figured you'd reach out to him tomorrow, maybe sit down to talk, because you couldn't have him popping in through your fire escape anymore if he wasn't going to really be in your life. 

But that didn’t lessen the pain in your chest knowing which option Matt was likely to choose.

[angeloflightandsunshine]

How to create t3x textures for 3DS VNDS LOVE ports

I spent forever trying to figure out how to make t3x textures for a VN port that could be played using vnds love on the 3ds. There was barely any information on it, and the information I did find was either hard or impossible for a beginner to understand, so I decided to make this.

This will probably be part of a larger post on how to port a VN into a VNDS format

You will need:

A PC

An image editor (if your images are larger than 1024x1024 pixels)

Italicized words will indicate that you don’t type those words into the command prompt/terminal word for word, italicized words mean they depend on the situation

  1. download and install devkitpro pacman 

Find the right installer for your using these instructions. This contains built versions of tex3ds (which can create the t3x files)

  2. add tex3ds to path

Once you’re done installing and setting it up, add tex3ds (specifically its location, which should be where-ever-you-put-it\devkitPro\tools\bin\tex3ds) to path. If you don’t know how to do that, just google “how to add to path”

  3. decide which method you prefer/check if your images are pngs or jpgs

This is the part where you can convert each one manually or get the .py files that let you convert an entire folder’s worth with a single command. Unfortunately the .py file only convert pngs. If you got a lot of png images you need converted and want that second option, go to step 4.

If you only have one or two images to convert or need to convert a jpg, then type ‘tex3ds location-of-image/image-name.jpg-or-png -o location-of-where-you-want-the-image/image-name.t3x’ into command prompt (Windows)/Terminal (Mac). If simply typing tex3ds doesn’t work for whatever reason you might have to type the specific location of tex3ds.exe for it work

  4. download the .py files 

Download all three .py files from https://github.com/TurtleP/Convert3x. Since there’s no public releases, you need to click on the “code” dropdown box and download zip file. Unzip the downloaded folder and you should have file.py, log.py, and main.py.

  5. open command prompt/terminal and type main.py and the folder you want converted 

Type ‘file location of downloaded files\main.py file-location-of-images-you-want-converted’ into the command prompt/terminal. It might take a little while to convert, just give it some time. If it didn’t create a t3x file and says the image width or height is too big, that’s because it needs to fit on a 1024x1024 texture. So you’ll need to scale down the image until it fits that.

When I did this, some images that were the right size said the ‘invalid width’, but still converted them anyway. So be sure to check if there’s a new t3x file.

And remember to go into the script file(s) and change any .jpg or .png to .t3x

Issues I had while trying to figure this out that you might have too:

DON’T TYPE TEXT3DS INTO THE COMMAND PROMPT - I kept doing this on accident. It’s tex3ds. No second ‘T’.

You get “PermissionError: [WinError 5] Access is denied:” while running main.py - I got this issue because I’m on a PC I share with my family and tried to run main.py on the root of the drive. Because main.py tries to go into every file in the directory you specify, it might be trying to get into a file it doesn’t have permission to go in (at least as far as I understand it). Either mess around with the permissions or change the target directory to one that doesn’t have any other folders in it

VNDS LOVE suddenly gives you a “lib/lip.lua:40: attempt to call field 'lines' (a nil value)” error - I don’t know what caused this, but deleting log.txt and config.ini in the novels file fixed it

I hope this helps

[baroquebucky]

embrace

soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there

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part three

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a/n: hi bffs !!! here is the third installment for my soulmate au !! i think I’ll make one or two more parts and then end it ! let me know what you guys think i love reading your thoughts !! <3 (bonus points if u find all the parallels heh)

You didn’t hesitate throwing your arms around him, tears flowing down your cheeks as you held onto him tightly. Bucky held you just as tight, burrowing his face in your shoulder and a smile on his face.

Bucky felt home. He felt the way he imagined the smell of freshly baked cookies would feel, he felt warm and fuzzy. Bucky felt happy.

“i- where have you been what happened i thought- we all- oh my god steve he’s been going crazy and-” you rambled, a smile on your face. You looked at bucky, he was just as tall as your remembered, his eyes a bit brighter and you felt your heart flutter.

“oh come in!” You chuckled, pulling him by his metal arm into your home, a smile on your face as you led him to your living room.

“i never introduced myself” he spoke, eyes on the ground as you prepared two cups of hot chocolate. You looked at him, laughing lightly.

“guess you didn’t huh” you replied, taking out the cups and putting in some marshmallows before walking back over to the couch, setting the two cups on the table and turning to face him.

“I’m y/n” you smiled brightly, extending your hand out. Bucky grinned, shaking your hand and introducing himself.

“I’m bucky” you felt your face heat up as he smiled at you, much different from the last time when you looked at each other.

“does Steve know you’re here? that you’re you?” you questioned, eyeing him to try and get read on his body language. He shifted slightly, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

“not really no, i-” he hesitated before fiddling with his hands and speaking up again, “ive been laying low, i just couldn’t stop thinking about you and the visions i saw” he spoke, blushing and you couldn’t stop the smile on your face.

“i couldn’t either” you replied, looking at him before looking at the way the marshmallows melted into the hot chocolate. “I was so worried these past couple of months, i tried helping steve and Sam but it was so much and we were getting no where” you mumbled, heart falling as you thought of all your fruitless efforts.

Bucky noticed the way your voice trembled as you spoke and how you grilled the mug a little tighter. He felt his chest tighten.

“I’m here now doll” he spoke softly, moving to put your mug down and pulling you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You relaxed into his touch, tears welling in your eyes once more, you let yourself lean into him, closing your eyes for a second and enjoying his embrace.

“i missed you so much, can’t believe i could miss someone i didn’t even know that much” you laughed, sniffling lightly as you pulled away

“we’re soulmates dollface, we’re meant to be” he smiled softly at you and you nodded, a small smile as you wiped away a couple stray tears.

It was easy to fall into comfortable conversation with each other. All laughs and giggles as you spoke, the sun high in the sky already and the city wide awake despite it being early in the morning.

You so happy to have bucky with you, a smile on your face as you started to think of all you had to show him, thoughts of the future you had seen made you giddy with excitement.

“oh you have to meet Sam! The two of you would be so funny together bickering all the time- oh also there’s this coffee shop i really like, very quaint but-” you rambled, trying to fit in everything you wanted to tell bucky.

“I’m moving” bucky cut you off, a frown on his face as he glanced over at you. He focused his gaze on you, stomach dropping when you stared at him with a confused expression.

“like here? to New York?” You were quiet, knowing that’s not what he meant. Bucky but his bottom lip in frustration before turning to you with sad eyes.

“romania, i cant be here- not while HYDRA is still out there and I’m wanted for everything I’ve done” bucky frowned. Your heart broke in your chest, you wanted to curl up and cry.

You just got him back. You had lost him twice already, you weren’t sure if you could handle a third.

“you can’t- i just got you back you can’t go” you shook your head, eyes watery already. You held his hand tightly and bucky wanted to badly to stay.

“i have to” he whispered, “you know i do.”

And you did, you knew this was his best chance and you had to let him go. You knew how painful it would be and how much you would miss him. You thought about the amount of time you had cried at night, wishing you could get to the future already.

But you also knew you would get your happy ending, you knew at some point in your life you would be happily in love and laughing in a meadow of flowers watching a sunset with him. And that’s what you held onto.

“promise me you’ll come back to me” you whispered, scooting closer to him, his hands still in yours.

“I always will doll” he smiled, slipping his hand out of yours and placing it softly under your chin, tilting your head so you could look at him. Your watery eyes met his baby blue ones, you swore they sparkled slightly.

“don’t worry your pretty head doll, we still have forever to be happy” he smiled, leaning in slightly. Bucky stopped centimeters away from your lips, your heart racing at his actions, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

“may i?” He whispered. You didn’t reply, instead you crashed your lips onto him. It was needy and rough, your teeth hitting each other at one point but you didn’t care. It felt like your heart were beating in sync, you felt whole.

You both pulled away, breathless before laughing lightly, your hair messy from his hands tugging at it. Bucky ran his hand through his hair, a charming smile on his face as you two regained your composure.

“if you kiss me like that again i don’t think I’ll let you go” you teased, heart heavy as he frowned slightly.

“what if i kiss you like this” he mumbled, softly placing his lips back onto yours. It was much gentler, softer and sweet. Your hand easily finding its way to his hair, fingers cascading through his soft hair. Bucky smiled into the kiss, giving you a soft peck before pulling away.

“you’re gonna be the death of me” you whispered, heart thumping in your ears. Bucky smiled at you sweetly, pulling you into his arms and holding you.

You wiggled a bit, laying your head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, your eyes closing and falling asleep before you could even fight to stay awake.

Bucky woke you up at around 1 pm, shaking you gently. Your eyes opened slowly and you realized you were back in your bed, tucked in under your blanket.

“i waited a bit before bringing you back to bed, didn’t wanna wake you again” bucky smiled and you laughed, sitting up and yawning, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“i got some food for us, figured you’d be hungry” bucky spoke, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as you walked out of your room when you finished brushing your teeth and changing out of your pajamas.

You looked at bucky with a smile on your face, bounding over to him and tackling him with a hug, kissing his cheek. You silently thanked the universe for giving you bucky as your soulmate as the two of you talked while you ate.

Bucky had never felt so at ease, he wasn’t worried about someone kicking his door down or having to keep running. All he could focus on was the way you would smile anytime he laughed and the way you blushed when your eyes would meet.

The two of you spent the day together, cuddled up on the couch and watching a movie, just like you had seen the first time the two of you ever touched. You smiled to yourself while bucky focused on the movie, his hand mindlessly drawing circles on your arm as he held you. This was how it was meant to be, your soulmate by your side and the feeling of home.

But nothing ever seems to go as it should. By the time night came you were saying goodbye, both of you teary eyed as he held you tightly, not wanting to go but know he had to.

It had taken an hour to move from the couch to halfway to the door, both of you crying messes with soft giggles trying to cheer each other up.

Finally you had reached the door, both of you going through too many tissues and looking at each other with teary eyes and matching pink noses.

“before i go” bucky turned, pulling away from the handle and into his jacket pocket, you could hear the jingling of metal. “I want you to have these, until we can be together again” he smiled, holding out his dog tags.

You didn’t know what to say, tears flowing down your cheeks again as you looked at him. Bucky hugged you, letting you cry into his chest for a moment before you calmed down.

“are you sure buck? I mean they must mean so much to you” you looked at him and he smiled, nodding before easily putting them on you, his heart fluttering as he took in the sight of them on you.

“I’ll see you soon dollface” Bucky smiled, kissing your temple and you nodded, hands clutching his dog tags.

“see you soon lovebug, I’ll be waiting here for you” you smiled, loving the way he blushed at the new nickname.

When you found out about steve finding him in Romania you acted surprised, guilt washing over you for hiding the information from your friend but you knew it’s what bucky wanted.

You offered to go help him and Sam on the rescue mission but they stopped you, telling you it was best for you to stay out of this one. You wanted to argue but you couldn’t blame them, you had been a wreck after bucky left, barely sleeping and crying over your soulmate.

You didn’t expect the bombing at the UN, bucky being framed and the whole team falling out. You had been in New York the whole time, skipping out on the meeting with the accords because you just so happened to have the flu that week.

“oh yeah stay home i can’t afford you getting everyone sick” tony has spoken over the phone, hanging up on you, a frown on your face. Not ten minutes later did you get a notification saying food was being delivered to your house, nice warm soup along with some medicine to help you feel better.

You least expected steve flying you out to wakanda, eyes wide as you took in all the technology, heart thumping in your chest knowing bucky would be right around the corner.

You felt your heart stop as you saw him in a white tank top, running up to him and wrapping your arms around him. Your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling and bucky held you tightly with his right arm, leaning into your touch.

“oh doll I’ve missed you so damn much” he mumbled, a smile on his face as the two of you held each other for the first time in months.

“missed you so much more james” you spoke breathless, pulling away before placing a gentle kiss on his lips, the two of you smiling and resting your foreheads against each other.

“y/n-” you pressed your lips to his, quieting him. Pulling away you looked at him with love in your eyes, heart racing as he smiled at you softly.

“Steve already told me” you explained, knowing how much it would pain him to tell you. Bucky nodded, his lips curling into a gentle smile as he looked at you. His eyes landed on the outline of his dog tags under your shirt.

“you still have ‘em on” he whispered his eyes soft and his heart melting as you nodded.

“I never take them off lovebug” you replied, holding his hand in your as he smiled up at you. Steve placed a hand on your shoulder signaling it was time.

You stepped away from bucky, his hand holding onto yours tighter, not wanting to let go. You made sure you kept his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers.

“You sure about this?” Steve spoke up and bucky nodded, a tight smile on his face as his eyes flickered between the two of you.

“i cant trust my own mind,” he chuckled dryly, “until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head i think going back under is the best thing” he looked at you with a soft smile, “for everybody.”

You squeezed his hand, nodding your head softly. “don’t worry lovebug, I’m yours forever” you whispered, a smile on your face as he recognized the phrase as the same on you had spoke to him in the flashes when you first touched.

“I’m yours forever, doll” Bucky spoke, kissing your temple before slipping his hand out of yours, and stepping into the machine.

You stood next to Steve as the machine whirred, looking away as it froze over. Steve put his arm around you, leading you away.

You held onto the memories you had made months ago in your apartment. You held onto the flashes you had gotten of the two of you having a picnic in the meadow, giggling with the sunset in the background.

You held onto bucky, your hope.

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[djarrex]

So I was wondering, how was rex and reader first kiss, and also the first time they’d slept together? I loved that story about how they met!! I’m genuinely curious

!!Yessssss :’)

Ok, so for anyone who hasn’t read their first meeting/first date, I’ll link it here. Previously, I had included a little bit of their first date in one of the main installments/chapters as a flashback scene during Priya’s birth and you can find that here.

Find the rest in the Post-Order 66 Rex ML

I’ll pick this up from when they’re riding in the taxi on the way to reader’s apartment (from flashback scene found in second link)

18+ only! dry humping, heavy makeout sesh, groping, non-descriptive sex, piv sex, maybe just a hint of ‘first time’ awkwardness but... y’know. overall, Rex is a caring sweetheart. about 2.9k words #Carried Away

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The back of Rex’s hand, the gauntlet plate, that is, lands on your bare thigh - his gloved palm upright and waiting, fingers relaxed. You can’t help your wide smile that grows upon noticing the gesture accompanied by his unsure, yet confident expression as you gladly lay your hand within his - fingers locking into place. 

"Is... this okay?"

So considerate, appropriately cautious, cute.

You lock eyes with his, making it a point when your tongue barely darts out to wet your lower lip while giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. His lips curl at the corners - a little chuckle seeping through his nostrils before turning his head to watch the streaks of lights fly by outside the transparisteel. The ride isn’t very long, but it’s nearly silent. It must be late enough for the driver to have long surpassed the point of wanting to engage in light conversation, thankfully so, and the music is turned down to the lowest volume - just light pulse of a beat coming from the tiny speaker. The whir of the vessel gliding through the air lanes hums throughout the interior, along with the heavy beat of your heart in your ears. Your fingers stay intertwined with Rex’s the entire time. At one point, briefly, his thumb started to absentmindedly brush back and forth over the thick knuckle of yours, and caught himself when the the taxi slowed to halt as it pulled in front of your complex.

Rex scoots out first - extending his hand towards you and helping you out of the seat and onto the duracrete. As you lean into the taxi’s opening to toss the driver some credits, Rex watches the way you move - the way even the miniscule muscles flex underneath your form-fitting dress and with the movement of what skin is exposed. A sudden breeze catches him off guard when that familiar scent of lavender coming from your hair hits him just like it did back on the dancefloor. His own heart is pounding uncontrollably beneath the protective shell of plastoid, though he’s sure you can hear it. Your hearts mirror one another’s tonight - anxious, eager, sure, ready. 

It's quiet after the taxi speeds off. It's late, and the two of you stand just outside the complex entrance in silence, facing one another and staring deep into each other's eyes. There’s a whole bunch being said, without any words actually being spoken. It’s insane the way Rex is just pulling you in without laying so much as a finger on you right now; his gravitational pull is far too strong for you to resist, not that you’re trying to resist. You want to get dragged into his orbit, burn up upon skirting through his atmosphere. That connection... it’s so noticeably there and it’s making your legs weak - weight settling in the back of your head, pushing you forward and closing the space between your faces. You know it’s affecting him just as it’s affecting you. There is no escape, though neither one of you is trying to flee. 

“Is... this o-” 

Rex is unable to echo his question from the taxi once the remaining space between the two of you quickly vanishes. When your lips meet his for the very first time, something just clicks - like two missing pieces from a puzzle that you didn’t even know were absent have just come together and completed it, effectively ending its drawn-out hiatus. You’re sure there are better analogies out there with deeper meaning but it’s hard to think with how wrapped up in him you’re becoming with something as simple as a ‘first kiss’. Your arms flying to wrap around his neck, Rex pulls you closer - his fingers gripping the fabric at your hips and holding you close. A heavy breath escapes from him and you take the opportunity to poke your tongue out to be immediately greeted by his own. It’s medium-paced; not desperate nor casual. The dance you share with the light clashing of teeth, the rhythm that’s set with every little movement of the muscles in your mouths - it’s just right. 

When you move to break away, panting, your eyes quickly dart to the building standing tall to the right of you before they quickly return to his. An overt cue... 

“Do you wan-”

...One of which Rex takes swift action.

“Yes.” Rex didn’t need for you to finish that line; he was already way ahead of you, and was somehow starting to believe you’d never ask. Any nerves of his have long since vanished, as well as any notion of sleep - other, more exciting things urging him on. He knows where he’ll be waking up in the morning, and it’s not on that bedroll in the barracks that he was practically dreaming of back at 79′s before he’d laid eyes on you. For once, the clone captain will allow himself to indulge in what this night holds. 

The two of you are unable to keep your hands to yourselves during the brief ride in the lift up to your floor. Rex holds you impossibly close, hands pressed into your lower back and practically carrying your floating body through the corridors until arriving at your front door; you’d murmured the directions into his lips along the way. With your back pressed against it, your hand swings behind to blindly input the access code. After a few incorrect entries before hearing the musical awarded access, the door slides open, and your fingers wrap around the dip at the top of his cuirass - pulling him to follow you in. You make it as far as the couch, pushing him down to sit as you descend with him, your mouths staying connected in the process. Rex sinks into the cushions, and his hands begin rove your body experimentally from where you’re straddled over his armored lap. You’re melting into his touch, rocking yourself over the hardness of his codpiece, letting the curve of it rub into your clothed heat as his lips trail wet hot down your chin and jaw.

Never had you previously allowed a night like this to get as far with anyone else. 

“I don’t...” Rex pauses as soon as the words leave you - lifting from your neck and meeting your eyes with a flash of concern sinking in his own. “I don’t usually do this, uh, sort of thing,” you elaborate quickly, your hands gesturing to the current situation - nervous, for some odd reason, even though your mind is very made up. His expression softens and a sweet smile creeps on his lips as he traces your own with the pad of his now bare thumb - the touch featherlight, admiring. “I just- just thought I should clear that up.” You’re not sure what it is exactly that you’re clearing up; perhaps you’re afraid that Rex thinks you’re one of those clone groupies, a woman who frequents 79′s to show her appreciation for the brave soldiers of the Republic. Or maybe that you’re someone who often fucks on the first date, just to be casted aside in the morning or the one who does the casting aside. The look he’s giving you, though, as he gazes up at you with something within his eyes that you can’t yet translate, is leading you to believe that he doesn’t put you into any of those categories - didn’t, from the very moment he’d laid eyes on you.

“Mesh’la,” he breathes against your jaw - the foreign-sounding word completely unknown to you but making you clench all the same - the shape of it forming on his lips and pressing into your tender skin. “The same goes for me. I... don’t wanna do anything that’ll scare you away.”

“And here I am thinking that I’m the one coming on too strong too fast,” you jest. Sure, it has only been a single, incomplete night of knowing him, but as silly and cliché as it sounds, it honest to Maker feels like you’ve known him forever. Normally, you’d conclude that allowing yourself to think that would more than likely end up biting you in the ass in the near future, but you truly don’t think that would be the case this time. Not with him.

“Rex...” Breaking from his lips for a breather and cradling the curve of his cheekbones within your hands, you look deep into his kind eyes, searching for the answer to the question you have yet to ask. “Have you ever...?”

“Yes, yes. It, uh, was always quick... when I did.” Rex chews his cheek - his brows pinching together in unwarranted contrition. “I’m sorry,” he sighs.

“For?”

“I don’t want you to think-”

You cut him off with the hard press of your lips to his - grinding yourself down on his lap with a little more purpose. Anything he was about to say, any inhibitions, dissolves like sugar inside your mouth. Minutes crawl by. Maybe longer, you’re unsure; too lost in this milky euphoria to give a damn about something as complex and currently unimportant as time. Your body is on fire; the heat that radiates from his flesh even from under the armor envelopes you in a different kind of warmth. You find your own hands mapping out the parts of his body that aren’t shelled by a plastoid exterior, landing on the piece that you’ve been grinding yourself on since arriving.

“Can I take this off?” Rex peers down at your hand laying over his codpiece; his perfect pout glistening, eyes darkening - the black orbs nearly swallowing the warm honey they reside in as he begins to look you over. 

“Please.”

If it wasn’t already a known fact that you’d never done this with someone like him before, then the way your fingers fumble around the plastoid in a blind search for the clasp - or whatever is holding this Maker forsaken thing in place - sure as hell gives it away. Sensing your evident struggle, Rex’s hand brushes over yours and the hindrance is unfastened in an instant. You raise a brow at him, and he only grins as you lean down to kiss him again.

Rex stands - your arms and legs squeezing him as he walks you to the bed, his erection teasing with its firm press against you. Laying you down on your back, he watches as you shimmy off the rest of your clothing. His breath catches in his throat upon your removal of your bra, eyes widening and fingers drumming at his sides, and you have to urge him to unfreeze so he can finishing undressing and join you.

“I... really want this,” he informs through heavy breaths - a hint of sheepishness engrained within the gruffness - finally moving to climb on the bed between your legs after stripping nearly everything from him and stacking it all in a neat pile. “You. Really want you.” You smile - the gleam reaching your eyes - and grab his arm to pull him on top of you. He’s still wearing his under-armor bottoms, and your hand shamelessly trails down to palm at the hard bulge from above the skin-tight material. 

“I want this too, Rex. You.” He groans - husky and deep - taking a few moments to relish the way your hand feels as you massage him before making quick work to remove the only thing that’s left covering his beautiful body.

It takes you by complete surprise - his extraordinary size. The way it was trapped within the compression bottoms was totally misleading. You swallow a clump of dry air - your tummy tingling and heart racing at the sight of him now completely nude and in the process of climbing back into position. 

“Maker...”

You say the most prominent and immediate thought out loud, causing him to stop in his tracks.

“What? Is everything okay, is- is this okay?” Rex becomes mildly frantic, concerned - just about to climb away but you grab at his shoulder, fingers pressing into the toned, corded flesh where it curves into the base of his neck at the back. 

“Yes,” you sigh - astounded. “I just... you’re, um...” Your eyes remain glued to the erect, throbbing appendage standing at attention between his legs, noting how it curves slightly upwards at the tip and is aimed at your clenching heat. “You’re big, Rex.” When your eyes flicker back up to his, his brow is raised and his lips are pressed into a thin line. Like he doesn’t already fucking know how well-endowed he is. 

Shutting your eyes and sighing quietly, your face stings from the sound of your breathy voice uttering out such truism. He shifts his weight between the arms that are caging you in on either side and looks down at himself - considering. 

“I - uh-”

“It’s okay,” you chuckle with a quick nod of your head as you spread your legs wider with a slight roll of your hips. Your mound briefly brushes the hot, velvety skin along his shaft when you lift your hips again. Your abdomen involuntarily tightens upon noticing the length of him hovering over you, practically marking how deep inside he’ll be.  “I need you, Rex.”

You learn quickly that you needn’t repeat a thing to an esteemed captain of his merit. 

He prepares you, like any true gentleman would, getting your body ready to accept him fully. Licking, touching, sucking, prodding; it’s all so exquisitely slow, intricate, surprisingly good for someone who has had little to no experience in the arena of foreplay. Thick fingers work you open in deep, pleasant strokes - his knuckles knocking into the most tender and pleasurable tissue with every pass. Rex’s lips go from attending to your breasts and trailing along nearly every inch of your skin before reuniting with your own. He inadvertently works a mild orgasm from you from his delicate tongue and purposeful touch alone - the build-up a soft crescendo until you’re moaning his name in the most breathy voice you’ve ever entertained.

You’ve never felt so safe and cared for during moments like these; now is a whole different experience than what you’d encountered in the past. You don’t have an extensive list of previous partners, but all of the ones who had made your short list were boys. Immature, needy, desperate boys. Boys who could never compare to the man who’s currently breaching you with a very gentle roll of his hips laced with all the care in the galaxy. Not to mention, his size. In that alone Rex is unmatched. 

Your lips barely disconnect; the soft whimpers and moans shared between the two of you are breathed into one another and swallowed. You’ve never experienced anything so tender yet deliberate at the same time - the combination of soft meeting its opposite making your head spin and toes curling. Nails forming small crescents indenting into his skin, you hang on to Rex’s broad shoulders as he rocks into you. It’s a steady pace he sets right from the get-go and he keeps that all the way up until your second orgasm flows through you, consequently causing a hint of resistance put up by your clenching walls, affecting his length’s repeating reentry. Not much is said, but a lot is spoken through eye contact. Neither of you want this to end, but when it inevitably does, you’d want to do this again. You want to do more than this; you both want to see each other again. When he finishes, it’s the gravelly, drawn-out groan falling out of his throat that causes you to see the stars from where they’re hung outside Coruscant’s orbit as if you’re sitting directly in front of them, just an arm’s length away. 

You’re cleaned up in such a meticulous and tender way that only Rex could provide. He falls to your side - taking you with him as his strong arms wrap around your torso. It’s insane; the way you fell into each other earlier this evening is comparable to fate itself. You think you’re going crazy, that you’re feeling all these things only after having known Rex for less than several hours, that you’re diving into something too hard and too quickly.

“Do you feel it, too?” 

You don’t know what possessed you to ask him instead of keeping it locked up in your buzzing mind, still keyed up from the best sex you’ve ever had, but it’s out there. Unable to see his face from your position, your heart starts racing with nerves, and in the several moments of silence and lingering regret, you mentally curse at yourself for being so forward.

“Yeah,” Rex says with a soft smile evident in his tone - a huge weight being lifted from your shoulders and tossed aside. “I do.”

With that, his arms hold you just a little tighter and he places a chaste kiss on your temple. It’s not long before the sound of soft snoring fills the otherwise quiet bedroom, and minutes later you’re right there alongside him - content, fluttering heart and all.

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[queermaeda]

warning!! so many how to train your dragon: race to the edge spoilers below the cut!!!!!! ive rewatched it many times, and my musings often include talking about how things are foreshadowing to future events!! which means those future events will be spoiled alot!!!!

i decided to rewatch it, but write down my reactions and things i found interesting this time!!! this is episodes 1-5, and ill be posting these in installments of about the same size!!! unfortunately, that size turned out to be about 2k words long, which is alot!! this is the trimmed version, which clocks out at about 800!! ill add a link to the full version below!! it has more of my personal opinions + things i found interesting/cute!! but you can definitely get the general gist with this version!

link to the full 2k one with all my ramblings, insead!!

Ep 1

-dagur is genuinely spooky!!

-HIS GIGGLES!!!!

-hiccup and toothless r so cute, they have the best dynamic

-“i seriously need to get my own wings” adore the foreshadowing to the flightsuit!!!

-hiccup & stoic r so fun, hiccup is full of shit, he knows it, stoic definitely knows it

-snotlout is so sassy i love him

-with the power of hindsight?? johann is so shady??? his story doesn’t rlly hold up to scrutiny

-snotlout immediately yelling at fishlegs to grab his leg the moment he gets a grip on something??? i love how he shows he really cares thru his actions even tho hes a total dick all the time

-dagur genuinely knowing hiccup well, while being extremely unpredictable himself, nearly entirely so, is what makes him such a difficult foe and a genuinely intimidating villain at times

Ep 2

-fishlegs, abt to die “oohh!! cool metal!!!” ND KING.

-guys! dragon calls!; hence starts the stupidest fucking noises ive ever heard, JUST WHISTLE OR SOMETHING

-ruffnutt laughing when tuff passes out from the tranq dart is peak sibling

-"i cant say that to him!! hes the cheifs son!!" did gothi just cuss hiccup tf out?? also, hiccup, stop ignoring other ppls trauma and needs for your dragon hyperfixation, babe

-gobber implying he only has one leg bc him mother cut it off when he got a thorn in his foot??

-someone explain dragon biology, snow wraith walks on its wings like a quadraped, but its wings are placed on its back, not its shoulders, like the six-limbed dragons?? look at hookfang and toothless, hookfangs wings are at his shoulders because they are his front legs, toothless’s are at his back because they are an extra third pair of limbs, the snow wraiths is placed like toothless’s but functions like hookfangs???? i am aware i am looking too deeply into this but i cannot help but think

-gobber is not a licensed medical professional take this man away from the injured

-snowwraithsoundeffect.jpg

-gothi the mvp, look at that crazy old woman beat up a fucking dragon with her stick

-that one snotlout image that im always obsessing over happened!!!827.727,

Ep 3

-into the great beyond!

-deathsong song is /so/ pretty

-toothless fucking yanking hiccup only for hiccups leg to fall off will forever be hilarious

-deathsong continues to be the prettiest rtte dragon, butterfly lookin ass

-hookie and fangster???? So fuckin cute, snotlout

-the deathsongs hissing oh my gods it is so lovely

-thunderdrum purrs!!!!!

-hookfang holding snotlout, looking like an exasperated parent

-lowky hate how hiccup thinks he has the right to fuck things up like this, yeah the deathsong sucks for the smaller dragons but it needs to eat, he cant just- get rid of the ones he doesnt like???

-Hookfang smiliesss!!!

Ep 4

-Snotlout hearing ‘need weapons’, immediately doing that evil little grin of his, and fucking /diving/ for hiccups leg

-the the two of them fighting over said leg, only to be saved by astrid from the boars

-what colour r the twins eyes??? Rlly light brown????

-tuff being a theater kid & ruff being done with him

-no bc ruff eyes are blue /what colour r tuffnutts eyes???/

-grey?????

They sorta look grey

-theyre rlly pretty either way but like.. What colour,........

-toothless looking judgemental

-ok the eyes are like- very very light blue with brown chunks near the top

-tuff seems- genuinely really freaked out and no-one believes him and i lowkey feel bad

-astrid is such a fucking edgelord i love her

-look at these nerds with their arts and crafts

-ARE THE EYES GREEN????

Ep 5

-oh god its the thor bonecrusher episode

-no, tuffnutt i have not seen a honey-covered yak on an anthill

-oh gods why

-i love the twins just- randomly being /hella/ intelligent out of nowhere

-“she wants to paralyze you”

“aahh???”

“YES!!!!”

“check that, hypnotize, sorry, she wants to hypnotize you”

“ughhhh, come on”

-snotlout you are a treat

-snotlout is actually fucking staring in awe hes so fucking gay for fake-fishlegs

-I GUESS I CAN DEAL WITH ‘THORS’ BULLSHIT IN RETURN FOR SNOTLOUTS FUCKING FANBOYING HES SO CUTE!! LOOK AT HIM BOUNCING AROUND?!!??

-SIMPLE BLACKSMITH?? DONT DO GOBBER LIKE THAT??

-“was stoics axe” BITCH IF YOU DONT STF-

-snotlout he dissed ur dragon hes a dick i could treat u better baby give me a chanceeeeeee

-“what was snotlout thinking??”

“he wasn’t! he’s in lovee, he’d do anything for his big hunk of bone-crushing loovvveeee” (mockingly)

-gods i love astrid

-i-!??

-HOOKFANG TO THE RESCUE!!!!! :happy:

-poor stoic, rip his axe

-gobber, /why/

-snotlouts one-sided breakup, LMFAO, poor baby

[nyx3927]

I see a lot of deaf Bakugō or deaf Present Mic headcanons floating around and I figured that y’all could use some more technical information on it instead of just “can’t hear” and “learns sign language”.

This is going under a cut since it is a lot but it is all information that would help with writing/developing a good Deaf character and not just focusing on what inconveniences/fascinates hearing people.

It covers assistive devices and fittings, audiograms, medical stuff, and the Deaf community.

Please note that this is not an exhaustive covering of all the technical aspects and is based mainly off of what I’ve experienced/have seen happen/have asked professionals about. I might come back and add more as more comes to me.

1) Types of assistive devices that can be used to help reach the needed level of hearing

The devices depend on the severity of the hearing loss. That is determined by an audiogram which tests the quietest noise at a frequency you can hear which is discussed later.

If you have a mild hearing loss, the chances of you needing an assistive device is low, almost nonexistent. That is because you can still hear the speech of most people which is what an assistive device helps with.

The two assistive devices used are a hearing aid and a cochlear implant.

A cochlear is only for profound or total deafness. You can only hear really loud things, and sometimes not even that. The basics of how it works is you have a sound processor that converts noises to electrical impulses which go to the physical cochlear. It requires surgery to install and you can get that at 12 months at the youngest.

A hearing aid has 6 different appearances which depend on what your needs are and what you want.

a)iitc-invisible in the canal. People can’t see it but it’s better for less severe hearing losses because it’s smaller and can’t process as much

b)cic-completely in the canal. Pretty much the same as an iitc just a bit bigger and more visible.

c)itc-in the canal. Again, same as above, but it does have more ability to help with more severe hearing loss.

d)ite-in the ear. Visible, and can help with moderate hearing loss.

Most in the canal designs are made for less severe hearing loss and better. They’re small and discreet, especially if you get skin-colored ones. They also can have smaller batteries which can be an issue for dexterity.

e)ric- reciever in canal. The power bank is behind the ear while the reciever that makes the noise is in the canal

f)bte-behind the ear. Most visible

The ones that go behind the ear are best for connecting with additional assistive devices because you can fit Bluetooth in or connect a receiver to it. These are also good for children who lose things and are a bit sturdier.

2) What an audiogram is and how you get one

[Image ID: A graph with the left axis labeled “Loudness-measured in decibels(dB)” going from 0-120, the right axis labeled “degree of hearing loss”, normal in 0-25 decibels, mild in 25-40 decibels, moderate in 40-70 decibels, severe in 70-90 decibels, and profound in 90-120 decibels. The top is labeled “pitch (or frequency)-measured in cycles per second(Hz)” and goes from 125-5000. Pictures of different things that make noise are over the graph with a yellow banana-shape in the middle of the graph. End ID]

This is an audiogram with the “speech banana”(the yellow banana shape) which is where you have to be to hear and understand speech without any devices and it is how you find out if you have a hearing loss.

To get one, you have to go to an audiologist and take quite a few tests that take forever and suck. Keep in mind, these tests can go in any order but as kids are a handful they tend to go in this order from experience.

Test one: You go into a little sound dampening booth so you can’t hear outside of it and the doctor puts what is basically wired earbuds in your ear. They leave and sit at a table full of controls and start pressing buttons. You’re told to repeat whatever words you hear through the earbuds and you do it. It goes on for a while, lots of boring words and struggling to make one out, it is done in a single ear and both ears. It can be done by the doctor saying words but that’s not as common in professional settings.

Test two: You stay in the little booth with the earbuds. Now you have to listen to sounds and confirm that you heard the sounds. This can be done verbally, by raising your hand, or by pressing a clicker that tells the doc you heard it. The sounds are piped in through one ear at a time, this is to determine if one ear has a more severe hearing loss

Test three: The doc comes back in and removes the earbuds. Next, they put a special band on your head that looks like a headband but has a cold hard bit on the end that goes right on the bone behind your ear. It hurts and is very uncomfortable. Then repeat the same stuff as test two with the doc coming in to put the headband on the other side of the head so both sides hurt from the bit on the end.

3) Hearing aid fitting

First step, you go and get any big lumps of earwax in your ears cleaned out. Too much earwax means they can’t make a mold of your ear. Second, the doc shoves mini sponges with a string attached into your ear to make sure that you don’t get anything down the canal and it doesn’t get lost. Third, they open up a package with a syringe and some sort of molding stuff, I don’t know what it’s called, but it’s often blue or pink or a mixture. The molding stuff gets put in the syringe which is then used to fill up your ear. The stuff is cold and feels weird while it’s drying which takes ~5 mins, and while it is in there you cannot hear a single thing from that ear. Then the doc pulls the dried thing out of your ear using the string and you have an ear mold for the hearing aid. Repeat for other ear if needed.

Couple weeks later, you go back and the doctor has your completed hearing aid with everything preset to compensate for your level of hearing loss and a perfect fit in your ears. Then you fiddle with the settings a bit so that you’re comfy and trim the wire if it’s a bte to make it sit better. It’ll feel weird for a bit as you adjust to it, but it’ll feel comfy after a week or two.

4) Deaf community and sign language

First, sign is a real language which has its own dialect, slang, jokes, and grammar. Go away if you disagree.

Second, one sign language isn’t the same as another. ASL is not the same as BSL which is different from JSL which has little in common with SSL. There are similarities but they are very different from each other. I can’t interpret for a deaf British person because I don’t know BSL

Third, yes staring at someone who is signing is rude and annoying. If you know it, it’s like you’re eavesdropping on them. If you don’t know it, it’s like staring at someone speaking a language you don’t know just because you don’t understand them.

Fourth, sign names are given by a Deaf person. If you’re hearing and learning sign, you can’t give yourself a sign name, that’s disrespectful.

Fifth, most Deaf adults don’t support getting cochlears when a kid is still a toddler or younger because it implies that deafness is something that needs to be fixed and the kid has no real say in the matter.

Sixth, Deaf person and deaf person are two different things. It’s similar to identity first vs person first language, but not the exact same.

Seventh, the Deaf community is fairly welcoming to everyone. Someone who’s just going deaf is just as welcome as someone who’s been deaf all their life. A hearing person learning sign is welcomed in as long as they’re polite and don’t expect the community to shift to make them more comfortable. A parent of a deaf kid is welcomed and given information that the kid needs.

5) Medical Stuff

Technically, speaking if you have any sort of hearing loss, you should wear a medical alert bracelet. It’d have your name, a phone number, if you wear a hearing aid, cochlear, and/or use ASL, and says that you might not respond to vocal prompts. Most of us don’t wear them, it’s just kinda a hassle to do.

Since both cochlears and hearing aids do have metal, you have to be careful about MRIs because if they are removed, they can get ripped out and injure you further. That mainly a concern for cochlears since they’re surgically installed under the skin and not visible unless the outer piece is on

Using hearing aids does cause earwax buildup, so you need to get that cleaned out regularly or it’s make your hearing worse.

Audiograms are typically redone every 5-ish years to update the cochlear/hearing aid ability and to make sure you’re getting what you need.

Anyone can get hearing loss, and it’s almost impossible to not get it as you age. The severity of the hearing loss is dependent on what you do and where you live. The chances of a single accident wiping out all of your hearing and rendering you completely deaf is fairly low, but not impossible.

[technetiumai]

Thank you @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @cutestkilla, @fatalfangirl, @bookish-bogwitch, and @captain-aralias for the tags today and Sunday!

I’ve had covid, and despite having very few other symptoms, I have had pretty intense brain fog. So I’m going to choose to blame the brain fog and the subsequent inability to focus on much of anything on the coronavirus. 😁

This was in my notes app, then I added some stuff. It’s a random conversation between Niamh and Baz. Only dialogue for now. I can always see what’s happening in the scene while the characters are talking, but it takes me forever to be able to translate that into words. This might not even make it into Night-Switch Paragons, or if it does it will likely be very much changed. I know that it isn’t very smooth as it is, and it would be much better with context 😅. It’s in the robotic stages of my dialogue development, I feel (which is ironic given the conversation). 

“Hello fellow humanoid unit...” 

I may anxiety-delete this post, we’ll see.

CW: vague discussion of domestic violence.

(The first person speaking is Niamh, then she and Baz alternate.)

“That is my favourite moment. My favourite feeling in life. You can know, intellectually, that every person is just as much a person as you are. But really, at first, people feel like little more than characters in stories. The stories they tell about themselves, or others tell about them. Their place in your story. But given enough time, there’s always a moment where that changes. And suddenly, they’re just real.”

“And you like that moment? Always? Even when it’s horrifying? Even when the thing that makes them human makes them evil?”

“Even then.”

“And what if they were someone close to you? Like a parent… your father?”

“I never had that moment with my father. Wouldn’t have gotten the chance, even if he had lived.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not like my mother or my sisters. I’m not saying I’m better—we all handle things differently—I’m just different. If he had touched me in violence, as was his way, I’d have killed him. And he’d have done it.”

“We have had very different lives.”

“We have.”

“I just feel like I need to say it. I need you to know that I know that I will never understand what it’s like to be a child thinking about your parents and siblings being in danger. Especially from each other. To wonder whether their bearing it in silence, or your inability to do so, is a strength or a weakness. I was gifted with a childhood whose horrors could only be seen in retrospect.”

“I imagine that comes with its own troubles.”

“Indeed. ‘The mirror crack'd from side to side.’”

“What’s that?”

“It’s just from another one of the Dryad’s transcriptions. You can’t look away from the real world once you’ve seen it. Even if it will be the death of you. Everything you thought you knew is too… broken. Cracked. But, nevermind. I was interested in what you were saying before. That moment where people become real. What about me? Am I real?”

“You are.”

“What was the moment?”

“When you were talking about your daughter. The one who has us all convinced that you are those children’s biological father, despite not being. A child, forced to feign cruelty despite every natural urge in her driving her to kindness. Forced to sneer when she was blessed with a smile that could light up rooms. And what if she never finds her Snow, or her Dread Companion? What if the people who install themselves in the most important positions in her life… make her stay that way? Cold and distant… It all sort of fell into place. All of these disjointed views I had of you. Natasha’s son, Bunce’s husband, Snow’s lover, the Dread Companion’s willingly cuckolded partner in crime, the calm and sure revolutionary. It all just came into focus.”

And due to anxiety reasons I also seem to be unable to tag anyone who didn’t tag me 😅. I’m going to go ahead and blame the anxiety on the covid too... I’m taking all of my anxiety and adhd meds as usual, but it feels like I’m not taking any. 

I want to see everyone’s WIPs though! So if you see this post, consider yourself tagged! ❤️

[theplanetm4rz]

rumor has it

pairing: peter maximoff/reader

summary:  Idk if im doing it in the right one but whatever. Can you write a peter maximoff imagine where he has a girlfriend(reader) that has Allison Hargreeves powers from The Umbrella Academy - anon

warnings: none! peter is kind of Insecure but honestly when is he not

notes: this is a shor(er) and sweet one! it is 1 AM where i am so sorry if I missed some mistakes! im on the verge of collpase <3

taglist: @stranger-names @gooseyhouse @parkersdarling @amourtentiaa @toodles-me-doodles​ 

“I heard a rumor you stopped talking,” You groaned, watching as Peter’s lips went from a blur to a thin line. He slumped over, pouting at you with puppy dog eyes. You just stared back at him, your eyebrows furrowed and shoulders tense. As much as you loved Peter, he could be a real pain in the ass sometimes.

“Peter, look, I know you’re bored, but Hank really needs this motor fixed and I promised him it would be done by tomorrow. I need to work, but I can’t focus with you here, dollface, you know that,” You attempt to cheer him up, but he’s still looking upset. “The minute this essay is complete you’ll have me all to yourself, no distractions. My one-hundred percent, undivided attention,”

“How long will that take?” The rumor had worn off, but you didn’t mind. Peter looked at you, and the slight feeling of regret washed over you. He was just bored, and probably a little lonely. To be completely honest, this project would probably take you the rest of the day to complete, and probably the better part of tomorrow. It was a complicated motor, and even though you’re quite handy, this type of project is always a challenge. 

“The rest of today… probably a few hours tomorrow--” Peter sighed dejectedly and rested his chin on his arm. Disappointment was written across his face, and it seemed as if he was trying to hide it, albeit poorly. He understands that the work that you and Hank do is important, and he realizes that sometimes he can be a little overbearing, but lately you’ve been so busy he almost never gets to see you. 

“Can’t you just rumor Hank into forgetting about the motor for today?” Oh, you’ve definitely considered it. You take Peter’s face in your hands.

“You know I can’t, Peter,” He leans into your touch. It’s adorable. “It’s a violation of the trust and boundaries we established. Plus, he’ll probably get pissed at me and rip me in half,”

“He’d have to go through me, first,” Peter laughed softly. There’s something eating away at him, the gnawing feeling of worry tearing at his stomach. 

Peter Maximoff isn’t an idiot. He hears the whispers in the hallways, he sees the way the students look at him when he’s with you. They all think you can do better. They’ve all placed bets to see how long you last before you kick him to the curb. You’d think being a hero would make him more popular, but no. Peter Maximoff is just as much of a loser now as he was in high school, X-Men be damned. 

So, yeah, Peter Maximoff isn’t an idiot, but he is a loser. He’s a loser in a mansion surrounded by people who aren’t losers-- more specifically, your socially anxious lab partner. Everyone expected you and Hank to eventually end up together; you were both science nerds, you both enjoyed relatively isolated events, and you both moved at the same pace. That’s probably why the entire mansion was shocked to its core when Peter wound up being your boyfriend. Of course, he loves you with everything he’s got, but there’s always that feeling of doubt settled over him. It was too much, it was all too much and he needed to get away. 

“Whatcha’ thinking about, gorgeous?” Peter got so lost in thought, he forgot about the situation at hand. 

“I-- ” He sounded uneasy. This is how everything unravels-- he gets too honest and scares you off. Peter didn’t pay attention in history class, but he’s pretty sure Rome fell because some old guy was insecure and drove his girlfriend away. “I just, uh, don’t really want to be alone right now.” Peter thought he sounded pathetic. You thought he sounded sweet. 

You looked down at the motor on your desk, the tiny screws and mechanical components jumping out at you like your desk was a pop-art installation. With a smile and a shrug, you pushed away the bits and pieces and stood up, pulling Peter up with you.

“Hank is just gonna have to suck it up and wait another day,” Peter grins as you pull him close. You collapse on your bed, and Peter quickly gets comfortable beside you. His head is resting against your shoulder, and his long arms are locked around you. He plays with your fingers, examining every mark and every scar with the focus of a brain surgeon going into work. Sometimes you wondered if Peter was just trying to memorize every single feature and every little detail that you had. He was.

“Y’know, your mutation is so cool,” Peter muses. You press a light kiss of his temple. “You can literally get anything you want. You could get anyone to do anything for you at any given moment. Everyone in the world is like a video game character to you; all you have to do is give a command and we follow it,”

“I guess it’s alright,” You shrug. 

“It’s amazing.” Peter’s fingers are drumming against your arms at an impossible speed, but you don’t mind. “You’re amazing.”

“You’re pretty cool, too,” The drumming comes to a sudden stop. The gentle rhythm of Peter’s breathing falters as well.

“Eh,” He mumbles. “Compared to everyone else, I’m pretty lame. Compared to you? I’m nothing more than a speck of dust in the galaxy that is you.”

“Aw, Peter, you don’t give yourself enough credit,” It makes you sad to hear him say negative things about himself, but that’s part of building confidence. Sometimes you just need to be proven wrong. 

“Remember when you saved the entire mansion when Cerebro exploded? Or that time you kicked ass on that space mission we went on? If I tried to rumor you into being cool, nothing would happen because you’re already pretty amazing.”

“You really think so?” Peter looks up at you, and something about the look in his eyes makes you want to hold him close and never let him go.

“I know so.” For now, that was enough. 

“Y’know, I heard a rumor that you loved me.” Peter jokes, glancing up at you. You look right back at him.

“That’s a beautiful rumor,” A smile grows on your face. Your companion seems content with that. “Funnily enough, I heard the same one about you.”

“Rumors travel on the devil’s radio,” Peter giggles. You wish you could put his laugh on a CD and keep it forever. 

“Who knew the devil was such a romantic?”