#its been this crap for over 4 years man

[druid-delaluna]

may i ask what happens between you, the fandom, and the crew if you're comfortable recounting? im thinking about getting back into eddsworld after a rocky start in the fandom, but if stuff is worse then..

I want to say firstly if you want to join the fandom don't let my views or story sway you in any way. It's all under the cut please don't go harassing people on my behalf or because you feel you're doing anything good.

A lot of people were victims, including myself of the crew (and by crew I mean those active in the Eddsworld discord before the Patreon change) aggressive and just mean behavior and actions. I'm talking a lot of mad shit spoken, arguments, fights, petty ass drama, and in my case. A lie created by Oblivion/Neep/Prince Jayden to have me kicked from the server. (from what I understand Collin/Jon and a few other crew members were involved as well)That I leaked the Patreon when I never had paid for it. I never had access to it. Either they knew this and didn't care or Bing forgot to mention old mods didn't have to pay for it. I really don't care who did it as most of them dislike me. They didn't like that I was quite blunt with my disapproval and had harsh opinions on their behavior and what was going on with the show. So since they couldn't actually just outright kick me, they figure getting me with this lie was good enough. Bing coming to apologize wasn't because he actually cared, it was more or less damage control pushed by another person, who I got all this information from. Then, you add in all the past grooming and SA crap that happened last summer. On top of these same people going to harass server members and their ex-friends. It is toxic, it is shameful. You think people who have done such bad things would wake up to the fact maybe you're the bad guy in this. You are doing terrible things for what? Your name on a show riddle with issues? Don't you have anything else going for you? I realize I'm tired, I got burnt out fighting and fighting for what I thought was the right thing but man I'm getting old myself I got a lot of opportunities elsewhere.

Regarding fandom, those very same people are now working on the show (SKL was involved too) so it's like I don't want to see them of course. So better I leave, block it all, and try to find some calm back in my fandom/internet life. As well as my own friends being targeted by them or by others over very petty nonsense. I feel bad that perhaps Jayden and the rest are targeting my friends cause of me, maybe they're trying to get at me. So leaving might make it easier on them. I'm not sure. There have been some awful harassment and bullying issues. The fact fandom rightfully opens the discussion of using fascism tropes with the red army but then ignores the rampant racism going on. Also since so many of the older fans are leaving, the younger ones are starting to repeat the same harmful discussions of irl vs show and using that dead man name to push their views.

(Take this next part with a hard grain of salt) Down to the fact that we might not know 100% what happen between Edd Gould and Cal from the google docs. But when I asked Matt about it he couldn't seem to tell us that Cal was an adult at the time of their relationship. I know England laws are different than the states but if you can't just say your friend was dating an adult and kinda avoiding the discussion something very weird going on.

Now if you wanna come back, just stick in your own lane, make your little friend groups, and just have fun is my best advice. Avoid these users as they are very twoface like the rest of the crew. During my time as curator and I got to see those masks drop when they realize you didn't suck up to them. It wasn't just me they acted like this with and I feel so bad for others they hurt to get the positions they have today. It wasn't fair and I understand why removing the one person who stood up to it all was in their mindset as they continue to harm others. I tried to give them the benefit of the doubt that maybe it was just all in my head but after finding out from one of them what really happen, it fucking disgusting why they did this. Hope this help explain why I left the fandom and why I dislike the crew so much.

UPDATE: 5/1/2023 As of today Oblivion and Neepin have reached out to apologize for their involvement and behavior towards me and others. I appreciate this and I'm glad they are coming to see what they did was very wrong.

[fairyrcts]

BIRTHDAY SEX , C.S.

by fairyrcts warnings - smut , intended lowercase , 2nd person , use of y/n , cursing , underage drinking , pet names , unprotected sex (don't do that), p in v , oral (f & m recieving) rough sex , hair pulling , gagging , virginity loss , maybe more ¿

an - bro ik its virginity loss, but i will not be writing no cherry popping crap

taglist - @pvssychicken , @gothiccvnt6996 , @emely9274 (header by @issysh3ll )

the party slowly started to die down due to how long it's been going on. after 3-4 hours of partying, dancing, and drinking, most everyone had left the newly 18 year old's birthday.

you were left with your four best friends playing never have i ever on your couch, everyone's hands up and fingers down while they went in a circle asking questions.

"never have i ever lost my virginity?" nathan asked, his words slightly slurred.

chris's finger went down. nate's finger went down. everyone else's was up.

"y/n, you're a virgin?" chris's eyes wandered you. your legs were on his lap, just far enough away so you couldn't feel his erection.

christopher's always had some sort of interest in you. he didn't really know himself what it was, but he knew he couldn't get you outta his head.

"yeah? is that so surprising?" you chuckled.

to him, yeah, it was. of course nick hadn't, matt, sure, but you?

not because he thought you were someone who'd just give it up easily, but because you were by far the most attractive person he'd ever seen. to think that no man has ever taken that kind of interest in you was diabolical.

"no, no, that's not what i meant."

you shifted your legs up his thighs more causing chris's eyes to widen and his dick to grow harder by the second.

"hmm, okay, never have i ever made out with someone in the circle?"

nick's question revealed another thing about you he hadn't known. just after her finger went down, matt's went down too.

matt?

"uhm, hello? explain?"

matt began talking about what had happened.

"in eighth grade we were at that one guy's party and we were playing seven minutes in heaven and we made out in his coat closet."

the memory came back to you , causing her to laugh.

"oh my gosh, we were so inexperienced. that was funny."

the game and conversations went on for another half hour, but everyone began getting tired.

"we should probably get going. i shouldn't be driving when i'm tired and if we stay longer, i'll pass out." you could hear the exhaustion in matt's voice.

chris didn't wanna leave. not yet at least. there was so much more that they could do.

"y'know, or, if it isn't a hassle.. we could just stay here?" christopher asked with a cheeky grin.

you weren't opposed to chris's idea. "yeah, c'mon, stay the night. nate, you can get the couch, matt and nick will have the extra bedroom down here and chris.. you can sleep up in my room." you spoke softly, moving your legs off of his and sat up.

matt honestly didn't care, as long as he got sleep, he was fine. since matt was their driver and if he chose to stay here, that was their only option.

since everyone agreed, they made their way to designated sleeping area's, nate on the couch, matt and nick in the guest room and chris in your bed.

thoughts began roaming his mind as he watched your hips sway in front of him while you walked up the stairs. seeing you in the same bed as him, sleeping with him. he could only imagine as what was to happen.

you opened the door to your room, nothing chris hasn't seen before.

"uhm, i don't think i have anything for you to change into. i'm sorry." your voice was tired and gentle as you spoke.

"it's alright." he smiled which was reciprocated back.

"put on something for us to watch, i'm gonna change." chris nodded as you went into your closet.

he scrolled through the apps on your tv, landing on netflix. he went through the rows of genres, eventually choosing the amazing spiderman.

you walked out in an over-sized shirt and small shorts. chris's eyes made his way up and down your body, setting on your tits.

fuck.

you weren't wearing a bra. your boobs were practically on display.

not that he was complaining.

you made your way under the covers next to him, not noticing his stare.

"oh fun, i love spiderman." you laid back on the bed and got comfortable. chris didn't wanna feel awkward so he did the same as he pressed play.

your head sat on his shoulder, whispering little things in his ear every few minutes.

not far into the movie, chris began getting hot. he was wearing sweatpants and a long sleeve, not his ideal sleeping outfit.

"i'm sorry, do ya mind if i take my sweats off? i'm burning up."

mind? did you mind? hell, you wished he'd take everything off, but that's something better kept to yourself.

"no, not at all. that's fine." you gave him a small smile while he stood up and pulled his pants off.

fuck.

you peeked out the corner of her eyes, seeing chris's fully imprinted cock against his boxers. there was no way he wasn't hard.

he got back in bed and you acted as if his dick wasn't practically on display.

not that she was complaining.

the pair continued watching the movie but you started getting fidgety. you moved a leg instinctively, your thigh in between chris's.

chris bit down on his bottom lip to keep a gasp from leaving his mouth. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck was basically the only thought in his head.

"chris-" he knew what you were about to say. he could feel himself get hard against her leg.

"-are you, uh."

your leg moved from off of him slowly, but was immediately brought back up by chris's hand.

you looked up towards him, his gaze on your lips.

there was nothing on your mind other than how bad you wanted him to kiss her. and somehow, your mind was read. chris's lips met yours and his hand going to your lower back.

your arm slid around his neck and got your fingers tangled in his hair. chris bit her bottom lip, asking for entrance.

once granted, everything became messy. small moans coming from both parties, incoherent sentences in between breaths.

your lips moved down to his jaw, sucking and forming hickeys all down his neck.

"just like that, baby." he whispered quietly. his hands moved up and to your chest, running his hand along your now hard nipple.

you moved upright on top of him, his cock pocking your ass. you took his shirt off in a singular motion.

she began marking up his chest while he played with the hem of her shirt.

"i- fuck. take it off." his voice wasn't demanding but you knew to do what you were told.

you dragged the shirt over your arms and tossed it to the floor. chris wasted no time going to your tits. he sucked on them, mumbling compliments against your boobs.

your moans filled the room causing chris' mind to go crazy. if that's how you sounded when he was just on you tits, what more could he get from you?

his mouth made it's way back to yours but his hands stayed on your hips, moving them back and forth on his dick.

all he could think about was the feeling of you grinding and how'd fucking good it'd feel without either of them being clothed.

"how bad do you want me?" his voice lowly spoke in your ear. it was clear to hear the lust in his tone.

"really badly." you said just above a whisper.

he laid you down on you back and put a finger under the hemline of your shorts, only feeling one.

"you haven't got panties on?"

you shook your head no and with that there was no turning back.

"can i take em' off?" chris's words were impatient, but your nods were even more impatient.

not wanting to wait any longer, he tugged them down, reaching your ankles. he groaned at the sight of your cunt, wet due to him.

he crawled further on the bed and positioned himself in between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs.

his breath against your pussy made her loose you mind more. little did you know, you were about to be senseless.

without hesitation, his tongue ran up and down your folds, making your back arch and a moan to leave your lips.

chris sucked on your clit while two of his digits went inside you. he pumped his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt.

his fingers curled, hitting your g-spot. you moaned loudly with shock at the new feeling. she threw her head back on the headboard while you moved your hips along with his hand.

a pit formed in your stomach as your orgasm was close.

"ch-chris, i- fuck, i think." you hadn't ever felt an organism this good.

"you're so close. cum for me, it's alright, ma." his voice just pushed you over the edge and your moans got louder. the balloon in your stomach popped as your juices coaxed his hand.

he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them off. "fuck, ma, you taste so good."

you panted, breathless.

"you okay?" he asked to which you nodded.

"good, cuz i need more. please, baby." his voice was pleading and you had no other choice other than to say yes. you wanted to return the favor.

you scooted off the bed and onto her knees. "can i?" you looked up at him with begging eyes.

"mhm, mhm, yeah, mama." you slowly slid his boxers down to the floor, his cock covered in pre-cum.

your mouth slid around his dick, your tongue swirling on his tip. chris tried to speak, but everything was a blur.

you fit his whole length in your mouth, gagging against him. the vibrations only made him loose his mind more.

while your mouth focused on sucking, you brought your hand up to stroke the rest of his dick that couldn't fit in your mouth.

"i- fuck, y/n." he groaned. his hand went to your hair, grasping it in his hands and slightly guiding your head back and forth. his movement became more harsh and by now tears were running down your cheeks.

"i'm gonna cum, shit, i- ma. fuck, i can't." his words were cut off by his own moaning as he came in your mouth.

"swallow." you obeyed his orders before chris wiped a small bit off your lip.

"good girl." you chuckled and stood up, your knees almost buckling under you.

"i thought you said you were a virgin?" his brows furrowed.

"i am. but i didn't say i've never given head before." a smirk made it's way onto your lips.

"then how about we change that?" his mouth moved to your neck and began leaving hickeys as he gently laid you back down on the bed. he scooted his dick in front of your folds.

"i'll start slow, mkay?"

"yes please." you smiled softly. sure, you were nervous, but it was with chris and you wouldn't have it any other way.

he put his cock inside you slowly, winces coming from your lips.

"just a bit more, baby. you're doing incredible. you can take it."

his dick was now fully in you as he slowly moved it in and out. the pleasure overweighed the pain and you were now comfortable with his size.

"can i go faster?" you nodded and he picked up speed. he put a hand on her tummy, feeling his bulge under his hand.

"chris, i- fuck. keep going." your words were almost not understandable, you were on cloud 9. the pure ecstasy that you were feeling was unbelievable.

chris's pace kept gradually going faster while their moans were the only thing being heard.

your hand gripped the headboard to stabilize you as his dick pumping into you caused your whole body to move. your tits bounced up and down before chris's hand made it's way to them.

chris stuck two fingers in your mouth, the rest of his hand holding your chin in place. his other hand went down and began rubbing your clit at a vigorous speed.

"ch-chris, fuck." your moans were music to his ears. your words only made him go faster.

"flip over." he ordered while sliding his dick out. you moved on all 4's, your ass sticking up.

chris slipped his cock back in and took a handfull of your hair, pulling it with every pump. his other hand gripped your ass.

"oh my fucking god. you feel fucking amazing. mm, keep taking it, atta girl."

you were now a mess. sweat stuck to your face as your hair was being pulled back. your tits swung and your jaw was slack as they were both reaching their second orgasm.

"chris, i c-can't anymore. fuck, i'm g-gonna cum." your head turned to the side to speak to him.

"mm mm, not yet, baby. you can keep going.

you kept taking it, wanting to please chris. but the feeling of his cock buried inside of you, the faint sound of skin slapping, everything was just getting too much.

without warning, chris pulled out. leaving you confused.

"if you're gonna cum, i gotta see your face. come ride, sweetheart." he took this time to sit and regain his breath while you sat and positioned yourself on top on his dick.

chris's hands moved to your hips and guided you up and down on his cock. your face contorted at the feeling of him consistently hitting her g-spot.

he moved his face to your tits as they bounced in his face, sucking on your chest. this only added to the amount of unbearable pleasure.

"please, chris. i- fuck. pleasepleaseplease let me cum. mm, please."

chris nodded his head, you cumming the second you were given permission. your jaw went slack and chris slid out, releasing his load on your tummy.

"holy fuck. alright.." he panted and let out a humorless chuckle as you exhaustedly put your forehead on his shoulder.

"let's get you cleaned up, mama." you tried standing, but it was near impossible.

chris helped her up and carried you to the bathroom. you sat on the edge of the bath while he started the water. "you're incredible, y'know that?"

the next morning, chris and you walked down the stairs, chris supporting you so you didn't fall.

downstairs, everyone was awake and staring at them.

"so... how'd you sleep?" nate said emotionless while you stumbled and sat next to him on the couch.

"uhm, i slept okay." you side-eyed him while chris went into the kitchen where nick and matt were.

"yeah, i didn't."

"oh, i'm sorry. was the couch too uncomfy?" your face was concerned but then became one of realization.

"nope, it was just fine. but all i could hear was your moaning and chris's groaning." his words caused you and chris' face to turn red while matt and nick just laughed.

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep7 Musings - Loustat: The Trial (Spoilers)

Imma split my Loustat musings into 3 parts, cuz there's A LOT to unpack. So I'll do the Ep3/4 & Ep5 revisits in the next posts; this is just general/initial Louis & Lestat stuff I wanted to respond to.

They beat the dog snot outta Louis, omg. They nearly snapped his neck! Louis was barely conscious, ofc his memory's spotty.

I LOVE how they're emphasizing the physicality of the Maker-Fledgling bond, first w/ Lou & Madz, now w/ Les. It's ofc all wrapped up in how much Loustat loves e/o, but its also their blood connection thru Amel. (I wonder how Louis Merrick'ing himself in Ep5 affects his connection to Amel if his heart didn't stop, cuz Armand stopped him from burning too much?)

And I love what Jacob said in the Insider, afterwards.

Fear that Lestat's come to exact revenge; excitement (a frisson of both negative & positive emotions, excited to see Les just cuz of the tension of having not seen him in so long, but also having all his nerves & senses tingling cuz of the tense anticipation & not knowing what to expect--hence: fear); fury cuz this whole mess could've been avoided if Les had told them WHY European vampires should be avoided at all costs; and relief cuz Les's' alive, his husband's ok.

But this time Lou KNOWS he's the real deal, cuz he can FEEL it--"it wasn't NOT his hand." And Dream!Stat jumpscare in Dubai, well well well; I thought Lou'd stopped seeing him on that Parisian bench? 👀

Here we effing go, whatever this French bish has to say better be good 🍿🍿🍿

I HATE HIM YOUR HONOR 🤣 Omfg take ONE thing seriously! Not the Roland-Garros, STFU! XD Lestat going off script got the coven like WTF?!

OML 🍿🍿🍿

Well that's not helpful at all--WHICH ONE!?

Les was asleep for the whole 100 years b4 he went to NOLA--but we KNOW this can't be true, cuz Les met Marius after he left Paris❗ SAM (the vamp) has been mouthing the words to this whole script, so I wonder if that's just what Les was TOLD to say, OR! It's what HE told THE COVEN, so they wouldn't know about TWMBK❗❗

NOT LES DOING A PIROUETTE INTO THE EARTH STAHP OMG 😭

THIS GAY QUEEN CAN'T HELP HIMSELF, I CANNOT

Awoke in 1908 & disembarked in humidified daughter of Paris, NOLA--but Les told Lou he was headed for Saint Louis, Missouri. 👀

"And who did you meet there?" DANG this is TENSE--Loustat finally making eye contact for the first time, Les having to see his husband all beat up & sad; as Claudia languishes in the background, as usual.

Not Louis with the cigar 😭

"The ACCUSED," LOL, Santiago had to catch himself--stay dehumanizing the violent evil Black man whydontcha; we see you. And Lestat had to feed him his own lines after derailing everyone with that homophobic soldier's evisceration.

Omg this sounds like every court case b4 they throw the book at a Black man. And the bored unaffected way the white audience just rolls their eyes & shakes their heads & smokes--they DGAF about Lou; they've already decided he ain't ish--A STONING.

LOUIS FACE. This is EXACTLY how folk in the fandom talk about Lou--and it came back with a vengeance during all that Loumand Maitre/Arun crap, as y'all were QUICK to jump on Lou being an evil pimp, even though your fave Daniel literally said that was just kinky roleplay Armand didn't take seriously when ish got REAL.

I thought y'all were just bartering for the "last bouquet of lilies"!?

Oh great, the coven's making Louis look like a perv predator. 🤦‍♀️ And the visual centering of Lou's dastardly mind-control waves like a halo over sweet innocent victim Lestat's blonde head, I CANNOT.

Omfg Louis face, SAME! If this crocodile-crying liar don't take his To Kill A Mockingbird, Central Park Five lookin arse off that stage! 🤬

Omfg Lestat I'm finna kill you myself. Omg this nonsense is too much; I know Lou, speak up, YES! But also, STFU, Les is actually tryna save your life by tearing your reputation to shreds. 😬🤦‍♀️

I loooove this effect when the coven uses the Mind Gift on them. They effed him up so bad his left eye started hemorrhaging. 😭

Armand don't you look away for an INSTANT, don't you even BLINK! You could've prevented this, EFF ALL Y'ALL in this nasty AF Theatre!

This gaslighting is hitting way too close to the way IRL court cases go when the innocent get the book thrown at them for crimes they didn't commit.

This is so painful to watch, but Sam Reid you better werk; the way he was yelling those lines had me shook, oml.

Les knows he's effed up, but what can he do? His eyes are going red; he's gonna cry. (His contacts look different, I thought they said they were gonna stick with purple eyed Les?) "I offered it to him in the church on the altar: My companionship." And Lou nodding along, cuz that was their wedding! 😭💔

I was wondering how these frames would be used. It's about the Ep3 race riots and vampire loneliness, the night Louis left & Claudia was made. But I love the implications, cuz how could humans know ANYTHING about hows vampires feel--which is SO important when they start lying about everything else that went down with how Claudia was made and how it would affect her as a "defective" vamp.

Even the VAMPIRES don't know how other vampires feel, and the capacity they have for enduring--Armand said it over & over to Louis in Ep3 and Madeleine in Ep6. Lestat came closest in S1 when he commented on Claudia's eternally 14-yr old metabolism & needing to eat more than an normal vamp, but beyond that none of them had a effing clue what Claudia was going through. They don't know REAL loneliness, even with her diaries telling them what she thought, not HOW SHE FELT.

(And I'm reminded of what I said here about Gabrielle telling Lestat what her loneliness felt like. I think "vampire loneliness" is different for every vampire; which is precisely why Gab (and Claudia) was able to walk away from her Maker/son & live alone; while Nicky & Louis went crazy.)

Lestat crying blood tears, daaaaang 😥

Kill this dude (but I stan a Loustat ally, LOLOL).

Imma stop here, cuz I've run out of Tumblr's stupid 30-pics per post, and the Ep3/4 revisit that "took all the pieces of Louis life, defiled them, bent them into a Lestat-shaped effigy" is IMO the JUICIEST part, with the most new meat to chew on.

[winchesticles67]

SPN rewatch, 1X01, 'pilot'

okay so i basically just wrote down what was going through my wackadoo brain whilst watching the ep, its a little kooky and spooky but here:

why would you leave an awake 6 m/o child alone in a room wth

i hate john ew

help johns brows kill me

DEAN IS FOUR YEARS OLD WTF ARE YOU GONNA DO FOR YOUR WIFE SHES BURNING ON THE CEILING. YOU TAKE SAM AND DEAN AND GO DONT PUT THAT ON A 4 Y/O

nosy ass neighbours

silent intro???? just 'supernatural', no noise???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA JESS

so pretty woman

little jared w his floppy hairrr <333

sams face when he takes the shot kills meeeeee hes the human version of the grimacing emoji hahhahahaah

sam's friend is actually such a vibe "more shots?" "NO"

crash and burn always cracks me up

dean youre not supposed to break into peoples houses

how did jess not wake up while these two idiots just went at it??

alcoholism foreshadowing :(

a few days? dawg you guys have been on hunting trips for longer why is this so dramatic

'it wasnt easy but it wasnt that bad' STFU DEAN YOU LITTLE PISS

dont get so pissed when sam mentions mary, dean, she was his mom too you crap

not the s15 finale parallel im sobbing

wtf is that voicemail from john?? that never made sense to me

love the wade felton hairstyle jared

oh he fixed his bangs nvm

love the primal jungle screams of the first victim theyre almost funny

SAM EAT BREAKFAST YOU NEED NUTRITION

omg jensen you make me swoon "sorry cant hear you, the musics too loud :D" loved that delivery

why does dean have badges for sam if they havent been hunting together? that always confused me

dean is such a dick to these police i mean they didnt do anything wrong

sam is so morally right STOMP ON DEANS FOOT FOR THAT BITCH ASS COMMENT YOU GO GIRL

love the x files ref

i love that girls friend, asking if shes ok when two strangely vertical men are speaking to her

why does jared make his voice all raspy and tiny in the first season when sams being comforting. like its cute but it went away after s1

ah playful sibling punches. i wish they stayed that way and didnt turn into dean beating tf out of sam :/

OMG LITTLE JENSEN HAS MY HEART FR

s1 dean actually means sm to me. he still sucks but like :(( he was happy and wasnt drowned in whiskey

dean get off of sam MARY WASNT JUST YOUR MOTHER

i love the impala sm if she was a person id hit that, i get why dean loves her sm

i love that deans just covered in yuck lmao

"you smell like a toilet" you tell him sammy tell that stinky man

sam tugging an absent minded dean into the motel room by his jacket collar <3

JERK -> BITCH

jess's voicemail devastates me. i really loved her and she wasnt talked abt enough. one episode, one djinn dream, one "he was gonna marry her", two lucifer dreams, and and a teensy meaningful mention in s15

you got anything thats real? "my boobs. :D"

aaaaahhh pilot sam i cant get over him his hairs so dark and gorgeous

i love sam and his insistence on making this man feel guilty for cheating >:) get it bbg

omg pilot sam is so gorgeous his hair i love him im turning red and im swooning abt it

constance get your nightgown wearing ass away from sam :((

the glitching effect used on constance is so baddass

ew constance get of off him youre nasty. why wasnt this talked abt she was nasty

SAMS SCREAMS MAKE ME SO SAD

'im taking you home' okay sexy determined hot man

the authenticity of the props and the sets and the outfits in s1 (through like s4/5ish??) means a lot to me

"youve come home to us mommy" ew i hate kids

the sfx of constances ghost death was weird...

"AHAHAHHHA" jared i love you

"what were you thinking, shooting casper in the face, you freak?" top tier line, i love that line

NO I CANT STAND THIS SCENE. SAM DONT GO IN YOUR BEDROOM BBG

sam screaming for jess haunts me. she was his everything he loved her so much :(

not me just noticing the TEARS STREAMING DOWN SAMS CHEEKS WHEN HES STANDING BY THE IMPALA??? FUCK I HATE THIS FOR HIM

comparing sams attitude after jess's death with his attitude in the flashbacks in 'i know what you did last summer' and im screaming about it

how many ___ so far: - x files references: 1 - jerk bitches: 1

[slightlystupidhun]

Niente

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A band AU I’m writing! Sorry if it’s bad! There is no magic in this universe, just music! @puffin-smoke did an amazing Redacted Band AU that you should check out too!

CW: Grooming, use of drugs,drug abuse, Kody, Blake, Quinn

Niente; To nothing; indicating a diminuendo which fades completely away…

Six months into this… “relationship” Tank and Quinn have become a small known item in the community. DxW was still not in the know and Tank wanted to keep it that way, Quinn did too. After all, they had a good thing going and neither of them wanted to lose it.

As the relationship grew on, DxW’s fame grew as well, Tank and Quinn saw each other less. When they did he would get irritable, and they would fight. Sometimes he would physically take it out on them, other times he would verbally abuse them. He became a loose cannon, one that really irked a certain band member of his, Vega. Vega hated how Quinn treated Tank and even brought this up to Quinn himself.

“This isn't okay, Quinn. They are quite literally ten years younger than you. You’ve groomed them, abused them, and indoctrinated them into crap that's gonna hurt them like hell.” Vega scolded as he turned Quinn to face him. Lying next to Quinn on the couch was Tank, spacing out, high out of their mind and tripping out so bad they wanted to cry. It was a bad high as most of them were.

“Whatever Vega. You don’t like it leave.” Quinn sneered at Vega.

“Shit…” Tank said sitting up fast as they felt their phone alarm chime. “I gotta get home…” Their words slurred and their eyes were watering.

“Hold on, Precious, Take this it’ll help.” Quinn said, handing them pills from his pocket. Trusting him they swallowed the pills, receiving a deep kiss from Quinn. Vega quickly pulled them out from under Quinn, giving the pale man a sharp glare.

“I’m done with your shit Quinn. Find a new bass.” He lifted them up in his arms and brought them out of the room and to his car. The leather seats felt cold but that started to be the least of their concern as they began to feel even worse. They could hear distant sounds of Vega telling them to hold on and that they would be fine. They didn't even know how much time had elapsed before they were being picked up again. They could hear a knock on the door before hearing familiar voices.

“Hello- Tank? What the hell?!” David yelled out which caused the rest of the band to run to the door as well. “What the hell did you do?”

“Its a bad trip. Quinn gave them-” Vega began but David cut them off.

“Quinn? That bastard did this? How the hell, they were supposed to be in their room…” Asher finally interjected. “Get them in here, put them down on the couch.” He spoke with finality in his tone. Moving to the side to let Vega in the house. Vega was scarily aware of when the door behind him shut. It was shut by the shortest one there, who had a deadly look on his face. Ash and David moved over to the couch to be closer to Tank. They began to shake and get nervous, obviously having the full effect of the dissociative as they mumbled unintelligible ramblings.

“They took some…” He reached into his pocket to pull out the pill package,“I'm not sure how much he gave them, but it’s Dextromethorphan. Look, I.. I’m sorry about all of this… They’ve been seeing Quinn for the past six months. I told them… it doesn't matter what I told them. They should be fine, just keep an eye out for them.”

“And why isnt that bastard here himself?” The short one with the sharp accent spoke.

“He… He didn't see an issue with it. I did.” Vega answered plainly. He began to make his way toward the door, pausing before stepping out the door. “They’re a good kid…” With that he left out the door leaving Tank in the arms of David who sat behind them to try to restrain them and get them to calm down.

“It's okay Tank… You’re okay…” Ash tried to speak to them softly.

“Goddamnit Tanker. Your ass is in so much trouble.” David gritted through his teeth, worry overcoming every other emotion evident in his tone.

Milo paced around the room as Tank shook and started sobbing in David's arms rambling something no one could understand. He could only make out a few words from their ramblings, “M sorry… Ga…be… ‘m sorry…”

It took them a while to calm down enough to be coherent again. By now the sun was rising again, and they were coming to on the couch, laying against the arm of the chair. In front of them was David, his arms crossed and his eyes dead set on them. Asher was in the corner in the lounge chair his head cradled in his hands. Milo was on the phone with his mom. Tank could hear him giving her a check up on their condition.

“How are you feeling?” David asked. His eyes looked tired and his tone was stern, with a hint of worry. He ran his hand through his hair and let out an exasperated sigh.

“I…” Their voices came out shakier than they intended. “I’m fine…” Their words were slurred as they still had a few lingering effects.

“What the hell were you thinking?” David asked, his voice breaking a little bit. It was then that Tank realized just where they were. They sat up quickly, their eyes watering. They felt like they had been thrown in cold water. They had bad highs before. They'd taken hits before. But nothing compared to the pain that they saw on their bandmates faces. On their family's faces. They realized now the impact that Quinn not only had on them, but also the people they cared about.

“I’m sorry… I thought.” Their voices cracked as they began to cry. “I thought he liked me… I thought I was special.”

“No Tank. An asshole like him will never see anyone as special!” He gritted his teeth. Right now, David was pissed at a lot of things. He was pissed at Tanker for being so reckless. He was pissed at himself for not being more on top of them. Most of all, he was pissed at Quinn for being such a malicious motherfucker. “I told you he wasn't a good person. In fact, I told you to stay away from him.”

Tank didn't say anything… After all, what could they say? They simply sat and took it as David yelled at them. The couch seemed to envelope them and swallow them whole as they sat further into it. David started pacing around the living room as his yelling continued.

“David… I think they got the point for now…” Asher spoke up, setting his hand down on David's shoulder. David sighs and shakes his head as he grabs his car keys. Everyone in the dimly lit room freezing, waiting to see what his next move was.

“I’m going to get some food… does anyone want anything?” Running his fingers through his hair, David’s eyes scanned around the room, as he wrote down Milo, and Ashers orders. He looked at Tank and they shook their head no. “I’ll grab you something, in case you change your mind.”

He walked out the door and jumped into his truck. It was his dad’s old 1966 all black Chevrolet truck. It was a generational car. It had been passed down from his grandpa, to his dad… and now to him. He pulled into the fast food restaurant, parking and locking the car. He walked into the establishment walking into the line, thinking about how he met his current partner.He was just standing in that same spot when he noticed a familiar figure in front of him. This was a person that he kept seeing more and more recently. They would be in the store,at the bar he went to, hell he’d even seen them at the park when he went jogging. They turned around their eyes meeting his dark ones. They looked him up and down, looking at his black ripped jeans, his white shirt and leather jacket, adorned with a silver chain with dog tags and a few silver rings.

“Why are you following me?” His voice came out harsher than he originally intended. What did this person want with him? Were they a stalker? A fan? There was no way this could just be a coincidence right?

“Why would you think I was following you huh?” They peered up at him through their doe eyes, a devious grin plastered on their face.

“Because you’re everywhere I am, dumbass… What? Did you think I wouldn't notice? I have eyes.” He glared down at them. Now that he was able to get a better look at them, they were pretty attractive, but he wouldn't fall for their looks, it could all be a trap for him.

“Why do you think I would be following you?” They said feigning innocence.

“Well, if I knew why you might be following me,I wouldn't have asked, and that question wasn't rhetorical. What do you want?”

“Chill out there tiger, I don’t want anything from you. Maybe we just keep ending up in the same places.” They try to calm him down.

“Oh so we just keep ending up in the same places… Convenient.” He rolls his eyes at them.

“Convenient that you get to see me again?” They said, obviously flirting with the stranger.

“I meant the explanation is convenient, not the experience. You little snot.”

“And why might someone be following you around? Are you special or something?” They smiled up at him and batted their eye lashes.

“Well, it's none of your damn business why someone might follow me around. Wouldn't you like to know, if you don't already.”

“Maybe it's a lucky coincidence.” They say smiling up at him.

“Oh, we got a comedian over here. Look if it was once, that's a coincidence. Twice, alright, whatever, apparently we live in the same area. Three times, I don’t buy it.”

“But I showed up first, the second time and the third time, and right now.”

“It doesn't matter who showed up first each of the times, we were both there. Clearly, you were following me.”

“Maybe you were the one following me.”

“I was not following you! Why would I follow you?”

“Wouldn't you like to know!” They smiled devilishly, as they moved further forward in the line.

“Oh wouldn't I like to- Look, I don't know what you're trying to do here, but I’m gonna find out. By keeping an eye on you.”

“Ah Well in that case, do you wanna have lunch with me?” They smiled up at him.

“Excuse me? No I don't want to- well yes I am here for lunch but why would I have lunch with you? I can keep an eye on you from a distance. Preferably, driving away and hoping you don’t follow me.” He paused for a long moment. “You know what fine. I will have lunch with you, but only because I want to figure out what the fuck you’re up to.” He said looking at them skeptically. After everything that happened today he wasn't in the mood to deal with anymore shit.

“Ask me then.” They gave him a grin reminiscent of the cheshire cats.

“Ask you? You wish! You just asked me and I said yes. That's as good as you're gonna get! Now go up and order, dumbass.”

It took a while for all of the food David ordered to come out. Which gave them the perfect amount of time to become more well acquainted. David was able to gauge that they were not a threat and didn't know who he was. However, they were a terrible flirt. “Thank you but don’t think that compliments are gonna make me trust you. I’m not that easy.”

“Oh but you are easy?” They winked at him as they leaned forward placing their head in their hand.

“I’m not easy at all. Get your head out of the gutter.” He growled out.

“Ooh you’re getting flustered.”

“I am not getting flustered. And you are not the one in control of this conversation.” He glared at them, his face getting red. They talked to each other in a circle before David decided to change the topic. “What's your name?”

“What's your name?” They shot back at him, earning a chuckle from the large man.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” He smiled as they told him their name. “David’s mine. I’d say nice to meet you but that remains to be seen.”

“There’s a lot of me that remains to be seen.” They say in a sing-songy tone, gesturing to their body.

He rolled his eyes at them. There was an air around them that comforted him and that was also extremely alluring to him. It was like he was stuck in a losing battle. After a few more jokes he clears his throat, deciding to take a risk. “Well that's about as lighthearted as I get so if that doesn't work for you. Consider that when I ask my next question.”

“Oh? And what might that question be?” They mused at him, wiping their mouth lightly with a napkin.

“Oh, I’m so glad you asked. You are annoying and you’re mouthy… and I wouldn't mind getting to know you better. If you wouldn't…” They smiled at him so brightly and he knew he was already so lost on them.

And the rest is history. They had already gone on multiple dates together. David even had his first spout of jealousy kick in when he worried about their ex. Angel was not the first person he dated but he already knew he wanted them to be the last. He quickly grabbed the group's food and headed back to his truck, not wanting to be away from them any longer. He had many thoughts on the drive back home, most of them being different methods on how to kill quinn.

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Benny saves reader from a zombie

When The Dead Rise (Benny Weir X Reader)

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Summary: Ethan has to take his little sister trick or treating, so of course he invites all of his friends to keep him company. Splitting up from your friends to spend time with your boyfriend ends up giving you some scares.

A/N: SO MANY THINGS TO SAY!!! 1, sorry for not posting a story in over 2 weeks, i discovered character ai messaging and became addicted to talking to josh hutcherson’s (i love that man, im so glad hes been getting more attention again, im so sad that he has a gf and is like 10+ years older than me) mike schmidt from fnaf (lowkey wondering if i should try making character chats, i think itd be fun lol). 2, thank you for 1.1k followers!!! It truly means a lot to me! 3, I still have a good handful of requests and i don’t know when they’ll all be finished, so if you’ve sent in a request that i haven't gotten to yet, im so sorry lol. 4, this feels kinda half-assed but enjoy this halloween fic even tho its fuckin november lmao

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“Ethan, hurry up!” Benny yelled up the stairs to his best friend, who was in his room getting ready. “If we wait any longer, all the good candy’s gonna be gone!”

“Calm down, Bens.” You laughed. “We’re big kids; we can buy our own candy.”

“It’s not the same.” He whined, letting you pull him towards you by the lapels of his suit jacket. You fixed his poorly tied tie and smoothed out the fabric of his outfit. Benny wanted to be a magician this year, saying it fit perfectly. He even somehow roped you into dressing up as a magician’s assistant.

Before you could reply, there was a knock at the door. Unsure of whether it was a trick-or-treater or one of your friends, you grabbed the bowl of candy near the front entrance and opened the door. But the sight before you made you jump, some pieces of candy flying out of the bowl.

“Trick or treat!” Rory snickered behind an ugly zombie mask. It looked like the mask had been melted and worn out. 

“Couldn’t you have just dressed up as a vampire?” You asked, letting Rory into the house and closing the door. “You know, with you being a vampire and all.”

“Too easy.” Rory shrugged, taking off the mask. “Besides, scaring the crap out of you is worth wearing the mask.” He grinned, and you smacked his shoulder with an eye roll.

Hearing footsteps come thundering down the stairs, you all turned around. Jane came down in a princess costume while Ethan was close behind in one of his regular outfits. You all booed him and his wardrobe.

“Boring!”

“Didn’t even try.”

“Where’s your Halloween spirit, man?”

“Guys, give me a break, okay?” Ethan sighed. It was clear he didn’t really want to go out tonight. Wanting him to at least try to get into the spirit of the holiday, you grabbed a pack of fake vampire fangs from the trick-or-treating bowl.

“Here, you can be the vampire. Now let’s go, or Jane won’t get any candy.” Hearing this, Jane raced out the door, the rest of you hot on her tail.

***

It was late at night when you all decided to stop trick or treating. Jane’s candy bag was practically bursting at the seams, and she was worn out to the point where Rory had to start carrying her. He only did it because, due to being a vampire, he was the only one strong enough to haul her around, and she promised to give him some of her candy.

“Wanna split?” Benny leaned down to whisper to you, the two of you slowing down and gradually being separated from your friends. Deciding that they probably wouldn’t mind your absence, you nodded. Benny grinned and squeezed your hand that he had been holding the entire evening before pulling you in the direction of his house.

As the two of you walked down the street, a chill ran up your spine. An October night in Canada probably wasn’t the best time to wear a costume that had a good amount of skin, but when you put the costume on, you had decided that it would be a problem for future you.

Future you was less than pleased.

Luckily, being the amazing and thoughtful boyfriend he was, Benny took off his magician’s cape and tied it around you. He must’ve enchanted it, because you were immediately warmed by the fabric. You clung onto his arm, not missing the proud smile he had when he looked down at you wearing something of his.

“Oh, gosh.” You murmured, slowing to a stop. Benny stumbled, looking around in confusion. Before he could ask what was wrong, you pointed to what awaited you just a few yards ahead.

If you knew that the Whitechapel cemetery would be on your route to Benny’s house, you would’ve gone another way. But here you were, looking at the fog-covered, fenced-up plot of land in front of you, the path that went through it looking less than inviting. Given you and your friends’ track records with supernatural and dead things, you were weary of spooky things, such as a cemetery at night. Tonight being Halloween didn’t help much.

“Come on, N/n, it’s okay.” Benny cooed, pulling you along. “Nothing’s gonna happen, I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?” You asked, squeezing his arm.

“I’ll protect you, babe.”

“Oh, great, so we’re both dead.” You half-joked, and Benny gave you a fake offended look.

“Rude.” You got to the fence, and you paused again. Benny looked back and sighed; it was as if he could read your mind before you protested. “Going through the cemetery instead of around is the quickest way home, Y/n. We’ll speedwalk.”

After a deep breath, you nodded, and you both ventured through the graveyard. You clung to Benny as if your life depended on it. For all you knew, it did. The aura surrounding you as you walked spooked Benny a bit, but he did his best to put on a brave face for you.

Before you knew it, you were almost at the other side of the cemetery. Relief filled you as the fog faded just enough to show you the exit.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” You say, a pep in your step now. But for some reason, Benny pulled on his cape that was around your shoulders. You looked back in confusion.

It wasn’t Benny, you realized. Because he was standing next to you, not behind you.

Behind you was a hideous, groaning creature that looked like it had been decaying for years. You wouldn’t have been surprised if it had crawled out of one of the graves you and Benny walked by.

“Zombie!” You shouted, making Benny jump. You tried to run, but the creature’s decaying hand had a death grip on the cape you were wearing, the opposing forces almost choking you.

Benny grabbed the string that tied the cape around you and somehow ripped it apart. It was probably the sudden adrenaline that gave him the strength to do that and then pick you up when you were finally free. Tossing you over his shoulder, Benny ran out of the graveyard while you both freaked out about what you saw.

Over your squeals and shouts, you didn’t hear the laughing that came from the place you were fleeing from. The zombie dropped the cape and ripped off its face, revealing a cackling Rory. But his laughs were suddenly cut short when he heard a rustle in a nearby bush. Realizing that being alone in the cemetery was becoming too creepy for him, Rory sped away.

When you reached Benny’s house and called your friends, you told them all about the terrifying encounter you and Benny had with the dead. During your storytelling, you didn’t notice Rory having a slight grin on his face the entire time.

[tomyo]

Harvest moon Save the homeland

Going into this game, I knew it had a reputation for being a bit short but ironically that’s something that worked for me in the long run as we reach my desire to play through a crap ton of games in a short span. The concept itself didn’t bother me too much to begin with but compared to even it’s neighboring releases it’s a bit empty and maybe that’s the point.

STH is about a dying population, a common occurrence in japan over that last few decades. And you play as a farmer’s son come to clean out dad’s little land before it all get’s demolished in one year. For once, romance isn’t on the table because you aren’t expected to know anyone long enough for this town to survive (albeit they change that in the remake). At most you can buy chickens and cows but you can’t upgrade the barn, only the house a singular time and grow 4 crops that you can’t even ship, just sell to the other villagers. Your world feels small and where it feels a little bit half done, the other sense is its very intentional. Everything you do in STH feels like what one would expect when you drop into a town you don’t expect to survive.

The concept of what HM was doing at this time feels really interesting in context to be real. Like I said, Japan’s dwindling countryside has been a long standing issue for decades at this point and definitely something starting to come up in the millennium. So HM’s releases at this point are the original old times one, the modernized 64 one where one grandkid want to leave for the city, BTN/FoMT that tries not to dwell on that, and alongside STH, AWL which is also a rural and dying country side that’s aging. While population feels pretty unspecific, the look doesn’t. FoMT has nicer looking buildings in a dense organized spacing while AWl and STH had big pockets of emptiness, no formal community events, and older looking houses. Often the conditions barely meet the expectations of basic living like a kitchen or bathroom with dim lighting yet somehow a TV mattering more to the lost parent. I feel like I can smell these places and the sensation of the humidity clinging to the poorly insulated walls.

STH basically makes the player feel the effects of its story despite how much people complain about it.

Now as for my gameplay; For whatever reason I chose the Goddess Robes route to be my playthrough. I actually didn’t expect it to be easy but in the end it’s a pretty straight forward path that only requires 3k money and handing out free items as gifts to various people. Despite this I’m attempting to raise animals although I keep killing so many chicken. Idk if I’m missing something but they get sick so quickly. Halfway through spring I realized being outside is a part of the health system but at the same time I’m lost to how to efficiently move animals in and out of the barn. At this current point, I’ve reached the goddess thread spinning section and all I really need is to wait out the time. In the mean time I’m trying to earn the 10 house renovation to go through on a further playthrough but my success in farm life is absolutely minimal. Outside of speeding towards an ending, there isn’t much side stuff to do and as I waxed about before, I kind of like it in this case.

Now this is on the list of games I am playing through to eventually reward myself with Hero of Leaf Valley of which I expect to burn through up to 6 in a month and then drastically slow down the more I will likely have to play a 3DS game. Playing through this first has given me a lot of thought into what girl I would eventually want to marry in that one and I hate to admit I’m being drawn towards Katie. Narratively, I think she works best towards a ‘true girl’ story most dating sims have some form of. She is the grandduaughter to a man who loved your grandmother and wants to perfect her baking recipe to save the town she acts like she hates. It weaves nicely between change and preservation like the story of the village itself. I’m hoping though I will eventually be drawn to either Auriela or Alice instead.

I keep fearing preemptively posting these write ups before I truly finish the game but at the same time, I am hoping I could finish a playthrough in two or three more play sessions. There is almost certainly the possibility I could just sleep to the end, however I’d prefer to do some things rewarding to me in order to feel fulfilled from the game. Because of that, the house upgrade is a part of my personal completion goal and one I don’t think will be too hard to reach if I just keep a routine of watering my plants and animal care.

After this I think it’s AWL SE

[andreabaideas]

First impression of each DJATS character after reading and watching?

Well interesting!

Let's see :

Warren

Book : chill funny one. Nice. Liked him. 8

Show: chill funny one. Nice. Good ethnicity change. Cool looks. Liked him. 8

Eddie

Book : Annoying but dignified on the end and understandable. 7

Show : Annoying, childish and rancorous. Didn't like the Camila's Affair. Without dignity. 4

Graham

Book: seemed rancorous and was later an incel. Didn't get over Karen even after 40 years. 4 .

Show: nice, cute, understandable, a good man there that you could marry happily tbh (Warren is like that too, Eddie IS pathetic, and Billy IS an unfaithfull toxic drunkard, as much as i like him, and IS in LOVE with many people at once...the logic choice for a boyfriend IS Graham, lets be honest). 9.

Teddy

Book : bossy. Kinda bitchy. Meh. 5

Show: father like figure, nice. I liked him better here. Ethnicity change works too. 8.

Rod :

Book : chill awesome and gay/bi. 9

Show: chill awesome . Sexuality non mentioned. 8 ( Its the scripters fault)

Karen

Book : feminist brunette tomboy rock star tired of everyone's shit. Not as good friend of Camila as you would think tbh. Did get over with Graham. Tough chick. 8

Show : Barbie Rock star. Feminist. Better friend to Camila at least she seemed to feel genuelly guilty about knowing but non telling Cami. Still in love with Graham. Less tough and nicer. I liked her better I guess? 9.

Daisy

Book : genious but also insane. Very selfish and a bitch, not very lovable, in fact sometimes you may hate her, charismatic but annoying. Camila wakes her conscience. Doesn't really know what she wants. She's said to have ethereal beauty and essence about her that's intoxicating and IS a beautiful redhead with Big blue eyes. 7.

Show : nicer, less selfish , she's not a bitch she is bitchy, but she isn't one you hate, she IS more like misguided but relatable main character with whimsical energy, Creative, artistic, she wants to be loved and a family aka what Camila have, her conscience wakes Itself, she regaings power and dignity in the end by walking away by herself tbh. Genious, slightly crazy, she also has ethereal beauty and essence about her that's intoxicating and IS a beautiful redhead with Big blue eyes. I loved her. 10.

Billy

Book : Hot and a decent dad. I didn't believe a Word he said about anything of the story..He was full of bullshit tbh. I found him unreliable, and a liar . But He was very truly charismatic. His Only reedeming quality was being a good dad apart of being a good musician. Suppossedly adores Camila with cute details like gifts , ice cream...etc But then threats her like crap cheating, falling for another and letting her raise 3 kids mostly by herself (playing with kids and being cute doesn't count, you should do the ugly parts too...Which he didn't do ever, first as a musician then as a composer/ song writer)

Something that bothered me a lot while reading was...If he truly wanted Daisy to find her "Camila" aka her water...why he messed with her??? Why he didn't throw her out the band ? Uh?

Cause he was a Liar!!!! He wanted to have her without the obvious repercussions (and Camila's complaints). Hadn't she left the way she did, prompted by Camila...They would had fallen into the affair hard.

Its just not real and It annoyed me a lot. No man is Schrodinger's cat unfaithfull (like unfaithfull and faithfull at once) , come on!! At least he IS entertaining to read XD . 7'5.

Show : im too biased here cause I love Sam. Hot and moderately decent dad, also a liar , but we saw what he did so...we are ready for his bullshit already XD.

Charismatic as fuck .

His true reedeming qualities are : Sam Claflin, Sam Claflin's singing voice, his fatherhood tiny moments with baby and kid Julia...and did i mention Sam Claflin being a hot rockstar?!...thats It. Whoever casted him did the Lord's job, cause had Billy been played by another actor everyone wouldn't be so in love or rooting for pairings ( Daisily or Camilly) everyone would hate him.

Sam has the talent to make you root for problematic people ( exceptions are in Nightingale and Peaky Blinders... for obvious reasons).

I liked that he relapses, I found It realistic. At least here he Only fuck Up (at the beginning, then he redeems) with one kid, not 3... If the bar for being a good dad consist in being there for the birth and to play a bit with your kid...Then the bar Its more than fucking under the ground, It IS as deep as the metro train!!! . He gets the 9, just because of Sam, excluding my Sam fangirlism... then 7'5 , and being generous, and Its for the relapse and the realistic infidelity approach...

Simone

Book : barely there. Super anecdotic. 6.

Show : my God, It was the best thing ever they did...They give her a soul!!! And interests outside Daisy!!! And a cool story. And a girlfriend...10. I couldn't love her more.

Camila...Brace yourself.

Book: Oh boy, I loved her. Patient , saintly, amazing strong traditional wife , awesome Mom. Good wife...not perfect (unfaithfull too and slightly manipulative) but very good overall. I loved her , so chill, strong and bossy. Tiny force to be reckoned with. 9.

Show: they sucked Camila's energy like vampires suck Blood ugh. They bared her of her strenght and made her say the cringiest quotes of the show , half of her dialogues were pure cringe. Camila Morrone Its so talented she Worked with that and made the changes watchable..

Taller and prettier, model like...it doesn't work as It should, as Camila was supposed to be less pretty than Daisy, here they are on the same level physically . Also Cami comes off as less cool and sometimes could come off even as bland. Her character IS now more realistic but IS the scorned wife™ , that here It doesn't really work, her peacefull confident behaviour with the literal quote "I hope I never see you again" as a prove translates as "I am the Queen and the King IS mine suck It Up bitch I won , go away"... I wish they respected her as she was , even with everything that they changed.

Had they kept her just like she was It would've been epic. But It wasn't. 7 . (For Camila Morrone's acting, not for her script).

Lisa and Julia are barely there, so i like them better in the show, as i'm seeing them, I guess? 7-8.

Nicky...i hated both versions, so yeah XD. - 10.

Thats It!!

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Arizona Robbin x reader - Bonding over a trauma

First posted on my Wattpad - arizona_is_my_wife

Word count: 965 (including A/N)

Arizona's POV: Owen - "Incoming trauma people, multiple car collisions 5 injured and critical 2 dead on site be ready!" Great. I've just got out a  surgery on a kid who needed a new bowel but there was some complications so it ran over and I was in the OR for like 11 hours and now this? Don't get me wrong I adore my job but I just want to sleep. I go and get a trauma gown on and wait for the ambulances.  Y/N - "Hey I assume you got called down here for the trauma as well?" 

Y/N's a cardiothoracic surgeon whom I happen to have a massive high school style crush on, she's a god. Like I don't think I've ever seen her lose a patient. Sure she may not cure them all the way and might have just bought them a couple more months but, that's better than dying on the table and if she couldn't do anything no one else could've. Arizona - "Yeah I was, I hope it's not too bad because I just got out of a really long surgery so I want to sleep so bad" Y/N - "I feel you, I just got done with a CABG it didn't take long only 5 hours but I've been at work since 4:30am for pre rounds and it now what? 6:30pm." Arizona - "Man that's rough, wanna grab a drink at Joe's after this?" Y/N - "Sure, I could do with some alcohol." Our conversation was short lived as we heard the wail of the ambulance siren rapidly approaching. Paramedic - "Female, 17 years old, multiple lacerations to the abdomen and chest, presumably a broken leg and a foreign body lodged in her chest!" Y/N - "Thank you we've got it from here."

Time skip

We managed to stitch up all her other wounds and stabilise her leg until Callie can come look at it and now we're trying to figure out what object is sitting dangerously close to her heart. I go and collect the scans to show y/n. Arizona - "Well, it doesn't look like glass." Y/N - "Definitely not glass. Wait.." Arizona - "What, what? Did you see something?" Y/N - "Crap! That's pushing  right on her left ventricle we need to get her to an OR now before it penetrates it and she bleeds out!" 

We rush her into an OR and crack her chest.  Y/N - "In all my years of being a surgeon I have never seen a girl with a piece of number plate (license plate) in her chest, what about you Robbins?" Arizona - "Yeah no, this is a first for me too."

As we continued to operate nothing went wrong, like I said, god. So before I knew it, it was time to close and for Callie to come in and fix her leg. We left an intern to close because we both just wanted out of the hospital at that point.

We walked to Joe's and sat at a table and ordered drinks, I got a vodka and lemonade she got a beer. We sat in silence for a while until she spoke up Y/N - "You know, we should really hang out more, your a very fun person to be around. You're so bubbly and fun so.. yeah just an idea." It was cute because I could tell she was nervous and in all fairness I was nervous to reply because I didn't want to screw this up. Arizona - "I'd love that, you're a very nice person to be around too y/n."

Y/N POV: For weeks we have been flirting, weeks. Yet neither one of us has made a move. This is the closest we have got to asking the other out ever, so, I took it upon myself to make an even bigger move. I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft and fit perfectly against mine. I felt her melt into the kiss and all my nerves around the whole situation evaporated. Her hand trailed its way from her lap to my cheek and the other to my hip. I took the incentive to wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer. At this point air was becoming a problem so we pulled apart. Arizona - "I know it might be a bit soon so no pressure but because we've know each other for a while and with all the flirting I just assumed we could skip the whole 'talking' stage and just got straight to being girlfriends I mean if you don't want to it's fine like I said no pressure or anything.." As she rambled I just stared right into her blue orbs, they're so mesmerising and just downright gorgeous. She stopped talking to that made me snap out of my trance.  Arizona - "So?" Y/N - "Arizona, I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend."  She smiled ear to ear as I pulled her into my embrace. She buried her head into my shoulder and we just sat there for a bit before deciding to crash at her place for the night. 

As we layed in her bed she was cuddling me, my head was in her chest and my arms around her like a koala. She wrapped her arms around my tired frame and rested her head atop mine and whispered sweet nothings into my ear as we fell into a peaceful slumber.

Don't get me wrong it was a tragic accident and I would never wish it upon anyone ever but, I am happy the trauma came in because otherwise this wouldn't of happened, I wouldn't have Arizona. My Arizona <3

A/N: First post!! It's not the best but, what'd you think? Remember to leave requests :)

[ladysomething]

atp I don't even know why I keep asking stuff as an anon. my identity has been revealed but fuck it.

one more time, let's do 5+1

1. Charles thinking he's the world's most clever person ever has me on the fucking floor. you go get them babe. yes, surely keeping the other idiot satisfied is only because you want to escape. of course sweetie. but question: are omegas more prone to their alpha, or that only goes so far and then they actually can control the feelings said alpha causes on them?

2. Max is an idiot, isn’t he? like, I actually want to open his brain to see how the fuck it works because I am amazed at its capacity (or lack of it/j)

3. I have a thing for the starved man comparision, and it's lovely to see such an accurate scenario for it. because Max actually short-circuited. he's just a man and Charles broke his brain in what? like, less than 5 minutes?

4. Carlos is a little rat, but I'm actually thankful that's he's not like. gross. (please, I'm begging you on my knees. don't make him or other drivers gross) I have this thing where I can kinda stand when oc are gross and little shits, but, even if some would consider said person a little shit (completely reasonable, people are allowed to not like drivers) I don't like it when on fics, they're outright assholes and disgusting craps, cause I don't know with certainity if they are like that irl. idiots and that I can do but over that is too much to bear for me. that's the point where I am reminded that they're real and that stuff. of course, is totally on you, and I don't expect anything, but picture me making puppy eyes at you on this one. and I was wondering, what is he? a beta or an alpha? it probably was said somewhere but I don't remember. because according to my reasoning, he's a beta because he was not in the auction. or was he?

5.I'm so fucking glad I chose wygig as this year's questionable fic. I love it and I have now developed a deep emotional dependence towards it. but haven't we all? (this is to say I love it)

+1. glad you're enjoying (I'm also trip anon btw) had I been in Italy, I would've loved to go to the bar to watch the race. even though I've never gone to watch a race at a bar in Rome, in Italy, depending on where you go, it can be really exciting and ehmmm... definetely an experience, may I call it that way. but sadly, first of all there's a four hour drive from Toscana to Rome and I would get my ass even flatter, and second I left months ago. maybe next time

and as you may have noticed, I gave up with trying to tell you how many points there will be in my ask. have a nice day Mads, enjoy your vacay hun!

look I'll honest. you say your identity has been revealed but you could be any of a handful of anons that have revealed their identity to me. so my terrible memory means that your secret is still safe!

wellllllll ... hm. omegas are definitely more SUSCEPTIBLE to their alphas e.g. with the alpha voice. but anything Charles feels is his real feelings.

haha Max IS an idiot, but so is Charles. they're two idiot peas in an idiot pea pod.

yeah no for real, Max's brain was completely broken. it was like Christmas morning for him haha

Carlos is a beta - basically everybody is a beta. there's only one person whose designation hasn't been revealed yet, but they're not a driver, so. you can pretty much just assume that everybody is a beta. as for making drivers assholes - I don't really do that in general, because usually it's too one dimensional for what I'm writing. it's fun in some scenarios (particularly shorter fics) but even the drivers who are currently 'villains' aren't outright bad people.

hahaha and at the rate it's going, it's length will mean it probably lasts half the year too haha

+1. yeah, I'm really excited!!!! I was kind of like ... if I can't go to Iola, then this is simply an experience I MUST have. cheering for ferrari while they're driving in Italy while I'M in Italy??? ahhhh.

thank you so much, you have a great day too!

[raymans-hubby]

Can we start over? (Goth Teensie X Mister Death)

Desc: After 1000 years of marriage, is it too late for a fresh start?

A/N: Soooo.... i posted this on DA for @raygirlramblings 's Year of Rayman 2025, the theme for this month is "Fresh Start"... and i thought, since in this fic Goth and Death are married in this... wouldnt there be some conflict with Goth slacking off at his job and Death having to take all the blame? So i took that and made some Hurt/comfort! Anyways, enjoy lol.

(Also sorry the reason this isnt posted on my main is cuz im shadow banned... its been 2 weeks and Support still hasnt responded to my ticket...)

The air of the glade was thick, after all it had just been invested by Livid Dead members who just wanted their peace back. However this had caused mass destruction of the landscape around them. Several trees were on the ground, covered by left over bones.

Now, the main group were making their way to the entrance of the Land of the Livid Dead, a land where the dead were supposed to rest in peace for the rest of time... but they ended up being disturbed, causing all of this.

All the fault of one Teensie... who decided to slack off instead of doing his job. Which let Ales set up his evil plan of world domination.

He was all the way back of the line that was led by Rayman. Goth felt his heart beat faster and faster as they approached the door... and he saw... Mister Death.

He and Mister Dark had been married for 1000 years... 1000 years of Mister Death having to deal with Goth's slacking off, 1000 years of having to take the blame because of Goth... it freaked Goth out because it was now that he realized that he had been ignoring Deaths feelings for the past 1000 years.

Goth felt so dumb, how did he not notice? How did he not notice that his love was clearly unhappy?

Nonetheless, their current mission was to save the Death Fairy, or Persephone. Ales had fought her, but ended up defeating and transforming her.. But Goth kept overthinking about his marriage.

"I don't think hes gonna forgive me after this..." Goth Teensie sighed.

"Nonsense!" The Grand Minimus spoke up suddenly and loudly. "He forgives you time and time again, I'm sure he'll do the same this time..."

That didn't seem to calm the Teensie one bit.

It was too late however.. they were right in front of the portal.

...And there he stood.

The skeleton was covered in bandages and bruises, seemingly from trying to fight off the dead... and failing.

Goth froze when he saw the sight.

"Are you-"

"HOW COULD YOU?"

Goth jumped slightly at the sudden yell from his husband.

"Babe, calm down..." Goth attempted to go in and comfort Mister Dark, who just slapped his hand away.

"NO!"

Tears ran down the normally calm man's face as it got more red. His hands clutched the wooden scythe in his bone'd hands.

He then walked away.

"Wait-" The Goth Teensie attempted to chase his lover, before being grabbed by the Grand Minimus suddenly.

"Not now! We have to save Persephone first."

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The group of 4 stood before the newly saved fairy, who smiled at all of them.

"Thanks for saving me!"

The other heroes basked in the glory of having saved the glade and all the trapped rulers... except for Goth.

They all started to make their exit out of the door... but Teensie was stopped by Persephone.

Oh crap. This is Goth's boss.

"Hey... what's going on?" She had a raised eyebrow, as her bat wings let her land gently.

"I... I messed up."

Goth... just broke down. He didn't care that this was his boss, or if others could hear him... he couldn't think straight. The years he had spent unknowingly ignoring his lover's feelings, pushing him aside so he could slack off... now he was facing reality.

"For years.. i ignored Mister Death's feelings.. he..."

He couldn't finish his sentence before he fell to his knees. He felt so bad, how couldn't he have seen it?

"How do i fix this? You know about feelings!" Goth looked up at Persephone, pleading for advice.

"..L'll help you..." She sighs, leading Goth to her office.

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Mister laid on the grass above the land he guarded, looking up at the sky. This was the exact spot where he and Goth had first gotten together all those years ago. He remembered it like it was yesterday.

The sweet words... the hand holding, everything. It did really seem that their love would have no flaws.. but that's impossible. Nothing is perfect after all.

Death then felt someone lay down next to him, and he looked over to... Goth?

"...What are you doing here?" Mister Death moved his gaze away from the other man.

"..." Goth sighed.

"I owe you an apology... you don't have to forgive me."

The Teensie took the skeletons hand into his own, intertwining their fingers together. Goth took a deep breathe in, trying to lower his heart beat to a reasonable speed.

"I'm sorry..." He choked back tears. "I'm sorry for hurting your feelings... or even considering your feelings. It was a jerk move to leave my responsibility to you, including making you take my shifts. I was always 'too busy' to go on dates with you. I promise, that if you forgive me, i will try to improve. I will take my job more seriously, i will take you on all the dates you want."

His apology seems sincere, the words coming from the deepest parts of his heart. His tone of voice was loving, and full of regret. He didn't need the forgiveness from him, he just wanted to say sorry for all the years of ignorance.

"...We'll get a fresh start, set some boundaries... just..." He was stopped when Mister Dark hugged him tightly.

"I forgive you." Is all the skeleton said.

Goth hugged back and they cuddled for a couple seconds before continuing the conversation.

"...I need to apologize too." Mister Death sighed. "I should've told you why I've been so quiet and distant instead of letting all the emotions bubble up."

"...It's not your fault babe.. I should've noticed." Goth started to gently caress Death's rough face, who smiled back at him. "From now on l'll do my job, and treat you right!"

"You've already said that!" Mister Death snorted.

"I know. Just... I just wanted to make sure you REALLY knew."

The two then laid there for the rest of the night, the fresh start they needed for the past 1000 years. How will the future look for them? Not sure, but this is a promising new beginning.

[tgirlswagseraphina]

twenty five

The past two years i've done long blog posts for new years, and funnily enough it feels like i've got less to say this time. Thats what i often say before saying a lot, so, lets just see where it takes me.

On new years you can look back or forward. What happened this year? What will i do next year? Ill start with forward. Well I have a new drawing tablet, a new city, a place in university for the next 5 years, crap, that was just, on a small scale, looking back. Cuz you gotta look back to look forward, or rather, look present. What are my circumstances right now and how will i carry them forward? Right now, I've got those things to carry forward. A new place in the world, and an open path towards making art without my hands tied.

I've also got me. The best version of it. The me on 1/1/24 was a fucking shambles, but by god she didnt show it. Actually I think i was alright, the devestation didnt come til like week 2 of janurary. Either way, I've learned a lot in a luckily mostly controlled environment as to not hugely screw me over. This year was the benefits of learning from suffering, with the suffering being held at arm's (or modem's) length. Like setting off grenades on the other side of the room to build slow immunity to shrapnel. Except getting lightly exploded a bunch doesnt actually make you better at not getting hurt by them. Which to me is precisely why this metaphor works.

Anyway, whats fucked about me right now? I'm an addict and a procrastinator, and between the two it makes my life feel like it has 10 functional minutes per waking hour. A problem that I'll have to brute force. Not looking forward to having to get better (havent i done enough of that this year???) but i'm most definitley looking forward to the part at the end where i AM better.

What have I improved, now? My life is less one note, more social, I've refined my pallete of artistic interests, I've opened up more to the idea of Doing Things Right, to the level where I can keep my "unique perspective" or whatver when making stuff, while not being averse to efficiency. The best analogy I have is that I've been working on a comic for the past 4 years (wow 4 years wtf) and this whole time been limiting myself to a colour pallette of about 40. But recently I've dropped this limit cause I'm confident my stuff stands out enough that I don't need to put on arbitrary limitations that screw up my chance to make stuff readable, detailed, or fun as i want, in the name of making a "cool style".

Back on that first bit about being more social, and less one note: I feel like I live in the world now. Thats probably the biggest change for me. I'm not in some narrow slice of other peoples worlds and regress to the cave when I'm off-hours. I exist. Thats brilliant.

I am a human body. Take care of it (said to myself).

I can do whatever. I can take up stitching. I can take up photography. I can buy a hat or a dildo or a sandwich. I can draw a fucking red circle round my guitar. I am a human body. And you're all just livin' in it.

Last year I wrote a bunch of dates and how long its been since movies n games came out, which is like, one way to think about new years. 2023 is thirty years after mega man x? But I was reminded of how I spent a lot of new years evening categorising family and friend birth dates, their respective doctor who era, and what the latest episode at the time was (i was born three days after david tennant's 'doomsday' for those interested). It made me think: man. this autism brained media consumption and categorisation is easy to shun. But as long as I do it in conjuction with Humaning and Being Alive, its what I should do. Its what my mind likes and my soul calls to. Sometimes i just wanna watch telly, read wikis, and write brain-spreadsheets about it. It can be analytical and avoiding artistic engagement but screw that. I can artistically engage. I do it all the fucking time. Let my brain make a graph of release dates. Its who I am. That was a fun non sequiter tangent. But if you're me (which I am) you'll know it was pretty important to the whole thing.

Also i found out i was a system this year thats sure somethin huh.

All in all i feel really good about this year's blogpost. Now, I'll read the others, reminisse, look forward, then sleep. And leave the reading of this to all of you. Nighty night fellas, ladies, and the ppl who dont giv a fuck. Peace out.

o-<)/

<3

[notasouleater]

Take A Sip From My Cup Chapter 3

Chapter 2 Chapter 4

Ao3

Notes: 3,252 words. Where do they keep coming from. I don't write long form I don't understand

Odaiba Station was a long walk after work. Far out of Wizardmon’s way, and Gatomon’s too, so he really insisted on not wanting a ride. It was fully abandoned for years, covered in moss, and eerily quiet away from the city. Well worth the walk.

Wizardmon worked his way through the abandoned buildings, his own desire paths now covered in snow that muffled his steps. The wind was making the already frigid environment even colder, so he headed to the lee side of the main building, not heading inside but sitting in what was once a window, hidden under the overhang of a sky bridge. It was a nice spot, protected from most of the snow and chill, but allowing him to look out over the space.

He pulled out his laptop and began to work. He let the atmosphere around him give him inspiration with its haunted feel. Completely silent except the muffled wind and… footsteps. Wizardmon’s head darted up to take in the figure making its way steadily towards him. Then he broke into a soft smile.

“Mr. Ishida!”

“Wizardmon! I was hoping to see you here,” the older (not old!) man called back, coming over to sit with him. “You don’t come out as much in the snow.”

“It is a bit more difficult to walk,” Wizardmon conceded, before interrupting himself with a sneeze.

“You sure that’s the only reason?”

Wizardmon waved off his concern, “I’m perfectly fine.”

“Mhm,” Mr. Ishida hummed, eyebrow raised. “You’re not invulnerable, you know.”

“You sound like Gatomon. A few sneezes do not mean anything.”

“If you say so. How is your friend?”

“She is the same as ever.”

Mr. Ishida raised an eyebrow at that.

“She is well .”

“Still banning you from drinking hot sauce at work?” Mr. Ishida grinned.  

“She’s getting close to banning even mixed drinks now,” Wizardmon sighed. “To prevent me from ‘corrupting the youth’”

“I mean, with what you’ve told me about the kids-”

“I encourage experimentation. Supervised experimentation.”

Mr. Ishida laughed. “You should teach them some of your street magic.”

“I have already promised them balloon animals,” Wizardmon responded with amusement. “Though perhaps they will take an interest! And how are things at your profession?”

“Ah y’know Fiji, working me to the bone. I’ve been pitching an anniversary newspiece though, history of the station, and I’m hoping we can film around here for it.”

“Will you report it?”

“Bah, ask me if they decide to actually run it,” Mr. Ishida huffed. “Though in other news, you won’t believe what I’ve got!”

The man gave a mischievous grin as he reached into his work bag, pulling out a bottle.

“Burn unit?” Wizardmon read off the label.

“It’s a new green sauce! We got samples at work and it’s pretty good. Here-” Mr. Ishida opened the bottle and held it out towards him, “try some.”

He took some sauce on his finger and tasted it. Spicy! And a little sweet. 

“Excellent,” he nodded. “Thank you Mr. Ishida.”

He groaned. “That makes me sound so old. How many times have I told you to just call me Hiroaki?”

“Numerous.”

Mr. Ishida just shook his head. “Anyways, if you like it you should keep it, they gave me more than I really can use with just my son and me, even if I like it.”

“Oh…” Wizardmon took the bottle. “Thank you. Hiroaki.”

He just laughed in response. 

-   -   -   -

Wizardmon was definitely sick.

He hadn’t wanted to admit it. He woke up to an alarm that was much too loud, a sore throat, and aching muscles. He shut off the alarm, but leaned back instead of getting right up. He was still so tired, and just wanted to rest for a few minutes before getting up. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again it was two hours later.

Crap.

He had several texts from Gatomon, as well as a missed call he scanned over while hurrying across his room. He dialed her back, balancing as he tried to change into day clothes at the same time as holding the phone.

“Hello-”

“Wizardmon!” she hissed, “where are you?”

“My apologies,” he croaked, and oh he needed water, “I had alarm trouble. I should be there in no more than 30 minutes.”

Silence.

“Wizardmon. Are you sick? ”

“No, I am-”

“You sound like shit, and you told me you usually wake up before your alarm,” she insisted. “Did you sleep through it?”

He hesitated. “I may have… fallen back asleep,” he admitted.

“You’re definitely sick. Don’t tell me you were planning on still coming in.”

“Of course I am. It’s not that bad, and I can’t leave you alone .”

“Pumpkinmon and Gatsmon are already working today. They should-” she sighed, “they should be adequate. They aren’t completely useless, you know.”

“But-”

“Do you want to set a bad example? As the Staff Safety Officer? For the kids? ”

“...that was a low blow.”

“Good. I don’t want to see you again until you’re fine,” she ordered, “and if I do I will be taking you right back home. You know I can.”

He sighed, but he was too tired to actually argue. “Yes, I am familiar with your wrestling skills. Alright. But call me if there are any emergencies.”

“You are off-duty -”

“Gatomon.”

She sighed. “Fine. But it will be. Fine that is. Get some rest.”

With that she hung up the phone and he was left to his own devices. Well. His and Tailmon’s devices. His throat still hurt.

Alright then. Priorities. He gave in and went first to his medicine cupboard, pulling out cold n flu medicine on his way to the kitchen where he got himself water. His throat still felt rough after, but better. The breakfast for Tailmon, weaving through his feet as he went to her bowl, then breakfast for himself. He settled on the couch with a quickly toasted bagel, deciding that just because he wasn’t going into work didn't mean he couldn’t get anything done.

This plan immediately failed.

Tailmon was taking advantage of his being home, and planted herself right in his lap, covering his computer screen and twisting to continue doing so no matter how he tried to adjust. He was finally able to settle leaning over the armrest and onto the table which he slid over for that purpose, but found himself unable to focus. It was hard to understand what he was doing, and the longer he stared the more the screen hurt his eyes even on the dimmest setting, pixel art bleeding together in front of his eyes. He gave up barely 20 minutes in.

He looked down at the cat curled contentedly on his lap, definitely smug now that he’d returned to a sensible seated position. “You were also attempting to get me to rest, huh,” he murmured.

It was, he had to admit, unusual the amount of attention Tailmon was giving him. She was usually pretty happy with just sitting near him, taking his lap only when she wanted attention. Now though she was firmly planted and purring, clear she wouldn’t be moving even when he stopped petting her. He scritched under her cheek, looking into her face as she moved it into his hand.

“Does this remind you of how we met?” he wondered.

It’s a memory that sits sharply against all the events around it. He remembers being wheeled away and spotting the scraggly white cat near his car, blue eyes burning into him. Then he’d spotted her hanging around his apartment building later, easy to recognize. He’d asked around, but no one else had seemed to have ever even seen her besides him. He’d felt almost like the cat was checking in on him. Soon enough he was feeding the stray, then caught her to take in to a local shelter. He’d meant to leave her there after getting her vaccinated and spayed, where she could find someone that could properly care for a pet. But she’d started yowling the second he tried to walk away, and he couldn’t do it.

He didn’t think he would make a very good pet owner, but he’d pulled himself together to do all the research he could and do right by her. She trained him herself, really, where he was lacking, batting at him until he got up to make food for them both until it became routine. She was a proud creature, and he certainly thought she had the right to be so.

Wizardmon yawned as pet Tailmon, pulling him back to the present.

“You’re a good cat,” he said, hand slowing.

The longer he sat there the more he felt the ache in his bones, offset by the pressure on his lap. It’s not like he was getting anything done anyway, not with a cat on his lap, and he felt his head drift down to rest on the back of the couch. His eyes slid shut, and soon enough the low sound of Tailmon’s purring carried him off to sleep.

-   -   -   -

“Glad to see you’re sounding better.”

“Do you mean looking?”

“No.”

Despite the light teasing, Gatomon looked very pleased to have Wizardmon back in the shop again once his cold had worn out. He was also pleased, not ever particularly fond of rest.

“Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon were thrilled when they heard you would be back in today, you know. They insisted on taking an extra shift.”

“Ah, well I did promise them balloons. Though, since I did not know they would be here today-”

“Yes, I’m sure that’s why,” muttered Gatomon. 

“What do you mean?”

She just rolled her eyes in response, and went back to what she was doing.

“How are the sprites going, by the way,” she asked as she passed him behind the counter.

“They are going forward well,” he responded, “though I might ask you to look at some to see if they are clear.”

“Which ones?”

Wizardmon reached over to pass her a cup, waiting until she was done calling out to the customer in question. “Jackalopes and Nightcrawlers.”

“Hmm. I don’t know what that second one is.”

“Pants.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’ll see. Though I am trying to figure out the balance of popular figures to more unique ones.”

“You know what everyone knows? And loves?”

“Is it ang-”

“It’s angels,” she said resolutely, before giving him a sly look. “And you know the horror fans would love what you could do with them.”

He raised his eyebrows, amused, “not that you would know about scary angels.”

“Now listen here,” she said, leaning in with a fighting smile when the door rang, and she looked up to it with a knowing look. Gatomon stepped to the side as Wizardmon turned around just in time to see Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon barreling towards him.

“Wizardmon!”

“You’re back!”

He surveyed the teens' bright faces with confusion. “I was only gone a couple days?”

“And we missed you SO MUCH!”

“Yeah! We made a bunch of cool new drinks, but Gatomon wouldn’t try ANY of them!”

“You’ll try them, right?!”

Wizardmon took a second to process the rapid-fire he’d just been hit with. “What… kinds of drinks?”

“Imaginative ones,” said Gatomon.

“Oh all sorts, ” said Gotsumon with extreme eagerness. “Do you want hot or cold first? Sweet? Sour? Rich?”

“Well-” started Wizardmon.

“Ooh yeah,” Pumpkinmon lept in, “and you have to tell us what you think!”

He felt like his head was close to spinning. “You are aware we are supposed to be working right now, correct?”

“Aww, c’mon boss,” whined Pumpkinmon, gesturing around the shop, “there’s no one here right now, it’s the middle of the day!”

“And we’ll get right back to it if someone comes in!” agreed Gotsumon.

Well. They weren’t entirely wrong, it was a pretty slow part of the day, with a while before the after-work rush. He looked to Gatomon, who shrugged.

“You said you had something ‘hot and sour’?”

“Ah yes, the Green Dragon ,” intoned Gotsumon. “At once.”

- - - -

“What do you think?”

Wizardmon considered the sample cup in front of him (they’d quickly switched to the tiny cups when he realized just how many drinks they wanted him to try), pointedly ignoring the phone camera Pumpkinmon clearly thought they were hiding better than they actually were.

“It is very… pink.”

“But the taste?” asked Gotsumon eagerly.

“It tastes pink.”

“How can something taste pink?”

“What did it taste like to you?”

“Dreams.”

“On the scale,” interrupted Pumpkinmon, “where would you place it?”

Wizardmon considered this. “Between the Lemon Cake Latte and the Lava Explosion.”

Gotsumon pouted, “aw c’mon, I thought it was better than that.”

“You have to remember this is the guy that put the Scented Candle Tea in the top spot,” said Pumpkinmon.

“It is hardly my fault if you don’t understand good tea,” said Wizardmon, “and I believe this one would still cater to-”

He was interrupted by the ringing of the front door, and turned to see Kari walking in.

“Gatomon!” he called to the back, trying to figure out how he was going to distract the other two when Pumpkinmon piped up.

“Ms. Kari!”

Wizardmon sent a confused look to Gatomon as she emerged from her office, looking quite put upon.

“We’ve failed on that front,” she muttered to him.

“I was not here,” he responded. “I did excellent on that front. You owe me balloons.”

“ Hey, I didn’t completely fail” she whispered, before returning to normal volume, “they just spotted my cousin who is from out-of-town before I did the other day and she introduced herself before I could! And it’s so nice my horrible other cousin isn’t with her like I feared, such confusion the first time she came by!”

“Ah of course,” agreed Wizardmon, who was 99% sure no such cousin existed, “we were keeping the teens away from family drama.”

“Yeah, he’s terrible,” joined in Kari, beaming.

For their part Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon seemed to have barely been paying attention to the lie being woven around them, much more focused on trying to get Kari to try a Flamingo Drink.

“Ms. Kari! You have to try this!” called Pumpkinmon.

“I said no serving things to customers that haven’t been tested,” said Gatomon.

“Wizardmon tasted it!” responded Gotsumon as at the same time Wizardmon raised an eyebrow and said “ did you now. ”

“Oh I don’t mind,” grinned Kari. “Not like I’m paying for it.”

She accepted the cup from Gotsumon, who beamed, watching eagerly as she took a sip.

“Huh,” she said. “Tastes like pink.”

“What does that even mean ,” whined Gotsumon.

“It just tastes like pink,” shrugged Kari. “I like it.”

“Impressive, given you usually go for the bitter coffees,” said Gatomon.

“A glowing review then. You guys should sell it.”

Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon’s eyes went giant. “Can we really??”

“Don’t get ahead of yourselves,” said Gatomon, “you know Myotismon would blow a gasket if we served drinks not on the standard menu.”

The teens drooped. Wizardmon sensed an opportunity.

“However,” he said. “That is only if he finds out.”

“Wizardmon-”

“I mean it could work,” Kari mused. “Just put it on a little special menu sign and hide it under the counter when his people come in.”

“You would encourage this,” hissed Gatomon, before turning to the pair still pleading at her. “Your little puppy eyes won’t work on me.’

Wizardmon stepped in. “I have a possible suggestion. Why don’t you just try it?”

Gatomon gave him an exasperated look, but he looked back reassuringly. Trust me , he thought, winking. She held for a moment, then relented.

“Fine. But only because these two had it first.”

Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon cheered as she took the cup from Kari, sniffing it suspiciously before taking a drink. There was a moment after it hit her mouth where her eyes absolutely lit up. She took a moment of deliberation before sighing.

“Again. You understand what deep shit we’re in if word gets out.”

“I know you want this to be the best shop it can be,” said Wizardmon.

Gatomon sighed. “Fine.”

“YEA-”

“BUT- if we get in trouble for this, it’s on you two, you understand?”

The pair nodded vigorously, Kari giggling in the background.

“Y’know cuz, I think this will be good for you! Take back some control!”

Gatomon glared at her, though the effect was ruined by the still cheering teens. “Were you buying something?”

Kari pointed to the still slightly filled blender behind her with a cheeky smile. “I’ll take a Flamingo Drink please.”

-    -   -    - 

They were closing up when Wizardmon heard Gatomon sigh.

“You know this whole new drink thing is going to turn into a mess.”

“A mess can be good if you’re tired of things being clean.”

She gave him a very unimpressed look.

“I think you enjoy the solving,” he said, giving into clarity. “You like doing a lot more than just listening. And you like doing things that make your shop better.”

“But it’s not mine, not really, is it?” she said, bitterly. “Might as well accept that before it all comes crashing down again.”

It hurt when she said things like that. She had so much fight in her, but she couldn’t lift up a hand for the one battle she needed most anymore.

“I wasn’t being entirely kind when I supported their idea, you know,” he tried instead. “They’re unlikely to run back to their boss if they’re outing themselves doing it.”

Gatomon smiled at that. “Ha, I should’ve known you would have something sneaky like that.”

She hesitated. “I do have to admit you all are on to something. I do miss creation…” 

She shook off the thought. “Nevermind that. It’s time to go.” 

They went outside, and when Gatomon nodded towards her car, he didn’t argue. Given he’d just been ill it was not a fight he thought he would win. They drove along in quiet companionship, listening to the quiet tones of the radio. When Wizardmon got out at his apartment, Gatomon stopped him before he could say goodbye.

“Wait. I have something for you.”

He watched with curiosity as she rifled through her bag before pulling out a bundle of fabric she held out to him. He stared at it.

“Well?” She looked distinctly like she was trying to power through her own discomfort. “Take it.”

He reached out, a wide, beautiful scarf unfolding under his hands. The yarn was a deep indigo, with bits of pale code patterned into it. He couldn’t quite tell under his gloves, but it looked soft. And warm.

“Gatomon… this is for me?”

“Of course it is,” she huffed. “You certainly need one.”

He couldn’t stop looking at it. “It is lovely.”

“Yes, well- consider it a business expense. So you stay healthy.”

He smiled up at her. “Thank you for this gift.”

Her eyes went wide, then she looked away. “You’re welcome,” she mumbled, before clearing her throat. “I’d better see you wearing it next time you’re outside in the snow, you understand? Good night, Wizardmon.”

“Good night Gatomon.”

Later, after he’d eaten, and Tailmon had yelled at him until he went to bed, he was sitting up and thinking as he stared at his cat on the end of the blanket.

“Tailmon,” he said. “I believe things may be changing for the better.”

[kosi-annec]

[HAIKYUU!!] Season 3 episode 8

Fuck 8-4 that's too big of a gap, they need to score the next points or else they're not gonna catch up..

Suga idk if it's smart to tell the enemy team your next plan, but it seems to piss tendo off lol

AAA NO ITS USHI AGAIN- OH nvm thx you for messing that up hskshk

No. 10 on field, let's go hinata! Get us them points back. Oh hey this background character (idk wat his name is) is doing pretty good.

AH OOF that's gotta hurt sheesh.. BUT KEEP GOING HINATA DON'T STOP- oh wow even TENDO was fooled by that. I gotta appreciate the fact that hinata was actually thinking before he spiked cuz he's not working w kage

wait hinata let himself get hit in the face ON PURPOSE?? I mean, if it keeps the ball up ig

"he shows no sign of the talent or intelligence of those other players" ouch, but true lmao

Ok you two (ushi & hinata) stop trying to assert dominance HSKSHS

Ngl kage just jumping up and down in the corner looked so silly

HINATA GET AN ICE PACK IF YOU CAN TASTE BLOOD, wat is with the karasuno boys getting hurt these past few matches, 2 have been sent to the nurse and now lil tangerine is technically bleeding just not externally

Nice Suga forcing him into a receive. Oh shit they're gonna do it again, oH THEY GOT THE POINT! Tendo was so caught up in trying to read em he didn't act

KAGEYAMA BACK ON FIELD LEZGO!! Pft- "better watch the back of your head, squirt" god i love the eng dub

All of this build up for kage's serve is either gonna end really cool or really bad. OK it went well- holy cRAP KAGE?? He was all the way from the back tf??? HOLY SHIT and we're back let's go!!!

hhh come on crows, they can't let shiratorizawa get any further ahead of them

Ok eita up on field. Wait he's also a setter? Ngl I don't remember. Yknow that's fair from eita ig, cuz everyone has eyes on ushi and ig tendo if only for his amazing blocking style, so it's nice to get that attention on you, if for a lil bit

FUCK- NOOO 12-9 they're getting too close to 15 for comfort..

YES BEST OLDER SISTER! These kinds of situations is exactly why there's cheer squads n shit. When the team is starting to feel down it's the audience's job to lift their spirits up, to let them know that someone believes in them

?? Is that a fucking anthem shiratorizawa's audience singing???

OK good save there tanaka, NOW JUST KEEP IT UP- omg OMG HINATA?? BLOCKED!? USHI!! holy crap LETZ GO THAT'S OUR TINY MIDDLE BLOCKER

Goshiki I thought you'd realize by now that no.10 ain't your average 1st year player, that tangerine is a monster

Aw kage basically telling kazuhito (finally learnt bg char's name) not to worry too much on how he plays

TADASHI GIVE US A GOOD SERVE! Yesss he's so confident in his abilities now, he's grown so much

CRAP nooo the crow's pinch server is out now- wait what?? OH goshiki touched the net. NVM THEN KEEP GOING TADASHI!!

Tbf kazuhito's the one that got hit and he's not used to the power behind ushi's spikes. aaAAA OK THAT'S OK BG GUY, you got a point that's all that matters right now

HSKHSJS OMG KAGE'S GROWN SO MUCH, he's literally adjusting himself to suit the spiker

YESSS the stress is getting to them, shiratorizawa's making mistakes, and by shiratorizawa i mean goshiki

Damn, that.. actually really sweet of ushi, cuz that man only says shit if he believes it, and goshiki needed that

GIVE US ANOTHER TADASHI- Ah fuck, and there goes the streak

FUCK, aaagh i thought he was gonna do a strong hit, ok so goshiki's not as reckless as i thought

14-13 COME ON KARASUNO!! YES OMG 14-14 JUST ONE MORE POINT, YOU GOT THIS CROWS

Ooh, old man flashback? Oof yeah that's the worse, where ppl deny you becuz you lack on something you don't have control over

Now back to present stress, JUST KEEP THE BALL UP CROWS! STOP HIS SPIKE- omg GOOD RECEIVE NOYA

I do find it interesting that the choice of music for this final point is not like hype or something loud, but more emotional and hopeful sounding. Idk im not a musician

FUCK NO! AHH they can't do another deuce again they HAVE to get the next 2 points..

Oh shit, coach?? Well, he's a man of few words, but those words are enough to light their fire again

Yachi?? wait- WAIT OMG IS HE BACK?? OMG TSUKI'S BACK!! THE CAVALRY IS HERE LEZGO

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 21 Confrontation

Spoilers below

-Ohhh okay, starting out with the drama bomb

-So for those that forgot (Like me) Gabriel is sending adrien to London for Private school. And Adrien cant fill out the orientation form because of it

-Plagg... My boy. No cheese jokes.

-So all the students are stressed about the meeting

-Oh so Marinette also got the guilt that now that Lila is the class rep there will be some fishy business.

-Yea the jobs are what I would expect for Nino and Alya

-Ivan out here showing himself to be loyal af. All other men need to step up their game. Mylene showing ambition.

-Juleka wants to be a mortician. Sticking to your asthetic, but didnt she want to model? Or was it just to help her get out of her shell. Meh

-Sabrina wants to be a nurse,

-Yea, Marinette's worries are justified

-Chloé and Lila having Opposite goals, one doesnt care because she is rich, Lila basically wants to "Resolve everything" but thats a lie

-Adrienette cuteness!

-Adrien, you are going to have to tell her eventually

-You can screen shot this and write "Moments before a disaster" and it would be accurate

-And they are shredding them. Im not even surprised

-"In case of a problem, blame it on your predecessor." Its nice to know kids shows are accurately explaining politics to children for once.

-"Its gonna hurt people?" THATS 90% OF THE S*** CHLOÉ HAS YOU DO! NOW YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT?

-Also Sabrina being a whistle blower is TOO on the nose, even for this show.

-Principal damocles is going to find out about the resistance! Wait, is he cool with it? He actually covered for them. I guess being a hero has helped you be less of a jerk... BUT I still am not cool with the BS from episode 14. You are on VERY thin ICE Owl man

-The class wants to go to the same school together, thats sweet

-Oh, that call must have been Sabrina. But we will see

-Oh right, Adrien still hasnt filled out his form

-Welp now he did

-But now I believe this is where all the pennies drop

-Why is there a just a random ass toilet trailer? Is that really the only bathroom in the school?

-Adrien exhibiting true AND KEN behavior.

-Lila once again proving that all the adults in this show are idiots. Bustier does seem at least a little bit suspect tho

-It is interesting to see how the teachers are. Bustier is suspect of it since she knows her students, Damocles is being his best to be supportive and Mendelev doesnt give a f***

-Juleka already repeated a year, thus confirming Luka and her as twins via the retcon

-Cue the reactions

-Juleka is gonna get akumatized...

-Monarch must have a guy that writes all of these speeches for him to speak before he does this.

-Yea I know Rose was trying, but yea. If I was repeating a year. I would NOT be in a mode to try and be positive.

-And she gets Roarr

-WHY IS ALWAYS REFLEKTA THO?

-Bustier realize she let this happen

-Lucky charm is tape.

-"You cant touch the bakers, I love their croissants to much" and their daughter. You forgot that last part chat noir

-SO THATS WHAT HAPPENS IF TWO FALCON PUNCHES COLLIDE?

-Wait... thats it? That barely lasted 2 minutes. and the episode isnt over.

-Monarch thinks there will be more akuma soon. I see

-Chloé and Lila really pulling this crap

-Oh they remember how Sabrina can forge handwritings and thus Marinette isnt going to get in trouble. And Chloé throws her under the bus

-Lila and Chloé really didnt expect Sabrina to turn Whistle blower on them. Chloé I get, because Sabrina has been loyal dog for years and the writing for her has Chloé have the mental capacity of a parsnip since season 4.

-Okay Lila that was well played lie right there. That is A tier gaslighting.

-I will give this scene credit, Lila is absolutely HORRIFYING. I can see the next season's main villain already. Since I assume Gabriel is probably dying this season.

-Chloé out here being a dumbass

-Sabrina you sly dog, you got her Monologue-ing

-Sabrina I put you as the least favorite classmate after episode 14, but now I gotta retcon that. Sure it was messed up what you helped chloé with. But that absolute MASTERY of playing Lila. Just, Chef's kiss. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

-Sabrina and Marinette's plan worked. Also, Mr.Damocles was okay with that?

-Ah so none this matters. Because Andre is also being whipped.

-Damocles looking like he cant take the bulls*** anymore and Monarch ready to capitalize on it

-The magic reacts to emotion, which means... IF the person is strong enough emotionally to resist it. Then the charm has a purpose

-Lila just straight up left.

-CHAT NOIR! But he is making it worse

-JULEKA! This moment probably will not have as much impact as it does in any other dub. French dub superiority

-OOOO it makes a shield that purifies the mega akuma. Neat

-Monarch crying like a bitch

-Damocles finally standing up to Andre. Good on him

-Damocles going out like a G.

-Chat noir telling ladybug what happened and her having to act like she didnt know

-Bustier calling Chloé in.

-"You cant expell me." "Nah bitch, thats a problem for you." is how I saw that exchange

-LILA WAS WEARING A WIG! I KNEW SHE WAS A FAKE B****

-HER NAME IS CERISE?

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WELL that was a lot.

So i think part of me really likes this episode, but also doesnt.

I like that Lila finally got exposed and Damocles got his redemption for his failures of the past. Going out like a G.

But all this stuff with Lila having ANOTHER life. Thats just nuts.

so overally 7/10

I will do a review of Collusion tomorrow

[weirdcat1213]

ok i have an oreo on one hand and a shark plushie on the other, lets do this

trimax volume 8 (pls dont hurt me)

thoughts

BUT BEFORE THAT, ACTUAL QUESTION: how are the 1st timers holding up? yall doing good?

ok now long post is here

chap 1:

-oh that title page its SO FUCKING GOOD

-MY BOI HES HERE

-oh hes not....doing it by choice.....oh

-legato looking like a pizza pocket is the comedy relief we all need tbh

-GET HIS ASS VASH GET HIS ASSSSS

-oh my geesus i heard that, i felt that shit

-"they abuse us" and here you are knives...doing the same shit

-OH THANK GOD YOURE HERE

-could you look less happy while doing this shit knives? pls?

-something something divine punishment from the skies, something something yeah ofc not anyone can do that shit

-oh hey why is he with them i actually forgot

-aw :3 i wonder who taught him to not shoot to kill :3

-also pls leave him alone hes not just a killer pls youre hurting my feelings-

-:c

-STOP VASH DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT HOLY SHIT

-rem mention :c

-knives can you stop being right for a second, thanks

-the arm...wow

-OH YES ITS THIS MOMENT YES

-i dont remember what the other translation said but "that was the day we both lost our minds"....yeah im gonna sit with this one for a bit and cry cuz its true, they did

-oh yeah i didnt get this the 1st time lets try again :D

-ohhhhh....oh shit

-i hate siding with knives on this chapter but i cant help it. i also love the idea of being even

-also he looks so fucking cool while being evil, cool points for you knives

-"invasion" and it ends with him looking at the stars/nightsky? brilliant

chap 2:

-STOP BEING RIGHT KNIVES

-ALSO STOP DISTRACTING ME FROM WOLFWOOD TIME

-ah yes, the classic, sweetest, full of angst potential "i will remind of you of your home and how you dont belong there anymore" card, good to see you here

-oh god i forgot about this part, geesus

-ah crap i love this tho, gives you time to actually take in everything that knives is causing. its so easy to gloss over it with some quick panels but to actually take the time...i love it

-ok ik they get absorbed by knives but the idea of them flying away and being free (for a bit) is so pretty, im happy for them

-...geesus christ

-YES MY GIRLSSSSSSSSS :D

-it makes you wonder what they did to stay alive actually, like you never think of that stuff ig

chap 3:

-wait they didnt know???? hold up....yeah ig that makes sense but...hmmm

-YEAH YOU TELL THEM LUIDA >:D

-:c

-ALSO interesting how the borders didnt go black to represent a flashback, so maybe it wants to show how present is that memory in luida's mind. wow

-"maybe hes been waiting for us to come and help him" aaaand thats enough to make me tear up, im the weakest bitch on the planet let me tell you

-YES SEE LUIDA GETS IT

-GET WRECKED BY THE EXISTENCE OF GOOD PEOPLE ASSHOLE

-OH MAN HES BREAKING

-COOL ASS PANEL ALSO

-oh shit so he hit some plants oh shit oh damn

-AH SHIT

-omg she looks so epic while killing people <3

-THERE HE IS HERE WE GO YES GO GET YOUR HUSBAND

-oh look its the man in the tin can lmao

chap 4:

-KILL HIM WOLFWOOD KILL HIM

-HALF A YEAR???? damn i always forget, this is still going at the speed of light tho

-aw no :c my baby :c

-then again i like that you can see that even if it was just half a year (literally nothing for vash) it still caused him pain and suffering, 10/10

-GEESUS BRO HE JUST GOT FREE

-oh shit oh shit no

-im not really sure how he escaped legato but im glad :D also vash is longgggg i lvoe it :3

-well thats just depressing livio

-pls leave livio

-KILL HIM KILL HIMMMM

-ok but vash being basically a ragdoll rn while wolfwood is fighting and bleeding breaks my heart let me tell you

-wolfwood shut the hell up ok? shut up, i dont wanna hear it

-oh im going insane :) i hate wolfwood so much rn (his crime was to say sad things)

-OH IT WAS HERE I ACTUALLY FORGOT THIS WAS THE MOMENT AWWW HOLY SHIT MY BOY

-YES SAVE YOUR HUSBAND

-"youre not lost wolfwood" wolfwood saying all that shit outloud and IK FOR A FACT vash's heart almost broke ik it i feel it

-baby dont apologize :c

-............................................................ :c

-ah fuck hes here

-WAIT HOLY SHIT THAT LIKE SHADOW OF LIGHT???? AMAZING???

-oh oh im sick to my little stomach i fear oh geesus my boy, my baby, im so happy that wolfwood is all you need but also im so sad you dont have anything else, do i make sense?

-threatening you brother and begging him to not sacrifice himself in the same breath...knives the plant that you are

-woooooooooooooooooooooooooow i love that shit, hes so little...

-PLS GOD LET THIS BE IN STAMPEDE PLS PLS I WANT A SCENE WITH BOTH OF THEM IN THE SKY SO BAD PLSSSS

-im not entirely sure what is happening but damn thats nasty

-NO DONT FUCKING SAY THAT

chap 5:

-LMAO HIS FACE XD

-welp...this is terrible

-nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo :c

-oh righttttt, i forgot about that plan, so thats why people called him chapel

-oh that panel with livio thats fucking brutal geesus nightow. like the old livio seems so pure and far away while the current livio is so violent and present

-my god he looks like shit

-MARLONNNNNNNNNNNNN :D

-oh meryl my girl :'3 omg shes the best

-im so depressed rn :D

-idc if hes rotting, sadly the man looks majestic af

-ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oh ok

-NO DONT LEAVE PLS DONT FUCKING LEAVE PLS NO STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY

OH SHIT THIS IS FREE BIRD OH SHIT OH NO HELP HELPPPPPPPPPPPP

free bird time ig:

-freeeee biiiiird yeaah tururururururu

-wdym congratulations cmon man

-oh honey......

-awww :c

-oh wow now im DEPRESSED :D

-ugh that fucking face

-hes so cool sometimes >:D

-aw you made her cry :c

-"tired of filling a space in other peoples lives"....hmmmm

-aw :c

I hate whats coming i fucking swear.