#its not a movie its a compilation of moments to look at and go ‘oh thats cool’

[hearty-an0n]

you can see marvel become more and more soulless via a mcu spidey marathon

[downtowncannibal]

My Black Christmas Informational Masterlist(?):

Every now and then I get asked for links or sources to some of the things I post and/or reference. This serves to be easy access to anyone interested in more info regarding the film, Bob Clark, or Billy in general. I'm sure I will expand with more links or info at some point, but here are the basics.

Docs and Commentaries:

Commentary featuring Nick Mancuso reprising his role as Billy. If you're not entirely interested in seeing Billy be represented as something beyond the figure in the movie or are looking to gain more knowledge on the creation of Black Christmas, this probably isn't for you.

Just as the title says, this is a Mini-Documentary that explores Black Christmas, its legacy, and a look into it's production. If your here for more info on Billy I HIGHLY recommend this as Nick has some incredibly interesting insight. Includes Lynne Griffin, John Saxon, along with Carl Zitter. Also includes some older clips of Albert J (Black Christmas's Camera Man), Bob Clark, Olivia Hussey, and Margot Kidder.

Closest thing to an ACTUAL documentary on Black Christmas I've seen. Goes good into detail about the production and creation of Black Christmas going from "The Babysitter" to "Stop Me".

There are a TON more extra's from the special release in 2015. Here is a playlist which compiles all that are publicly available. This does not include Bob Clarks actual commentary, nor Keir and John's. I own those on DVD, and I'll see what I can do about converting them onto my laptop, but I majorly recommend purchasing the 4k re-release from last year if you're looking for them. It's def worth your money and time if you're interested.

Tv Spots, Radio, etc:

Actual Documents:

2nd stage of the Black Christmas screenplays. Tread VERY lightly with this if you are sensitive to topics such as CSA and Child abuse, if you catch my drift. Has some problems with pages being turned upside down, but that's nothing I can fix at the moment.

The novelization based off of the "Stop Me" Screenplay. Questionable canonical status, but that's up to you. As it is based off "Stop Me" I am once again warning you to tread lightly and take care of yourself as the same warnings previous very much apply here.

ETC:

Not sure what to categorize this as, but I frequently see this slip under the radar of many people.

If you're looking at this masterlist because all of a sudden you've gained a fascination with this stupid fucking misogynist like I did, YOU WANT TO HEAR THIS! It is from Billy's POV and it gives a great insight into his mind and uses audio from the film, which if you rewatch the film after listening to this oh my god you will not be able to stop hearing shit. (Such as the fact I did not notice the music and wind in the beginning of the film when Billy enters the attic is literally just a bunch of people whispering his name.) Give it a listen, but again, tread lightly, if you, once again, catch my drift.

[666writingcafe]

Pride (Part Five)

MC

Where am I?

I mean, I know I'm in Cocytus, but the fact that I'm looking at my unconscious body...

I don't think I'm floating in the air. I can still see everyone's faces clearly.

And then I catch something black fluttering in my periphery.

Fuck. Not again.

Forgive me, MC, but what exactly do you mean by "not again"?

SHIT.

It's a long story, one that we don't exactly have time to get into at the moment.

Cut the bullshit. I broke through one of your mental blocks. I saw enough to know that you've lied to me.

Lucifer, I--

"QUIET!" I feel Lucifer flying upwards, flapping his wings so aggressively that the wind they produce knocks everyone down.

Except for one who's just arrived.

"What in the three worlds is going on here?!" Diavolo's voice calls up as he angrily looks up. Lucifer merely screeches in response, causing everyone else to cover their ears. I've never heard such an inhuman noise come out of him before. The closest thing I can compare it to is a pterodactyl, and that's only an approximation compiled by years of human-made movies and documentaries.

"Lucifer Morningstar, you need to calm down!"

"Fuck you!" The next thing I know, a blue ball of light gets hurled from Lucifer's hands and hits Diavolo directly on his chest, causing him to join the others on the ground.

Are you trying to kill the future Demon King?!

Oh, like your morals are any better. Besides, he can take it. We've sparred before.

Look, once this is all said and done, I'll tell you everything you want to know, but I need you to listen to me. The strength of your powers may be equivalent to Diavolo's, but when they're combined with mine, they end up overtaking him.

Silence. At least Lucifer's allowing me to speak.

You wanna know how I thought to launch myself at Beel when he was attacking everyone at the colosseum? It's because I once did it to Diavolo a few years ago, when you possessed me the first time.

In your other life.

I can tell he's still upset at me, but his voice is a lot calmer than it was.

"So, you're completely blinded by rage, then." Diavolo gets up and dusts the dirt off him. "You're better than this, Lucifer."

Something about Diavolo's tone irritates me. Granted, some of it is Lucifer's influence for sure, but that doesn't explain all of it.

There's no Diavolo here in this world. I can do whatever I want without worrying about being a disgrace to him.

I gave Diavolo my life. If I fight against him, he will most certainly kill me.

Stay away from my brothers!

"It's all the same. The Devildom, the Celestial Realm...nothing's changed."

"What are you talking about?" That's it. He's dismissing Lucifer's feelings. Treating him like a mere child.

There's a part of him that sees me as a really shiny toy, one that he's quite territorial over. If I were to leave his side, he'd throw a massive fit.

"You're just as bad as everyone else! You only want the seven of us here because we make rare and novel additions to your collection! You don't actually care about us!"

"Lucifer--"

"If we're going to be played for fools, if we're going to have everyone walk all over us no matter where we are, then I'll destroy this world and everything in it!"

Do me a favor and make sure there's enough of my body for my loved ones to have a proper funeral.

A pause, followed by a long sigh.

You wanna know the messed up thing about all of this?

What?

Even with you lying about your identity, you've still been more honest to me than anyone else here has.

"Well, I thought we could talk this over in a calm, civilized manner, but it seems I'm going to force you to settle down first." Diavolo cracks his knuckles, morphing into his demon form. "It's time I show you what I'm truly capable of." The air around him crackles with electricity as he joins us up in the sky.

He's going to kill us!

No. That'd be too kind of him. He enjoys playing with his food.

Diavolo shoots lightning our way, but Lucifer quickly darts out of its way, causing it to hit a nearby tree.

I need you to make a decision, and quickly: whose side are you on?

What?!

I can protect you, but you can't impede my attempts at fighting back. As of now, any friend of Diavolo's is an enemy of mine, and if I feel you try to stop me in any way, you'll experience the full extent of my fury, and there won't be any trace of your body remaining when I'm done.

Wait, so having me in here with you is serving as your last ounce of self-control?

Don't question me, MC. This is your best and only chance of survival. So, who's it going to be: me or Diavolo?

The Young Master isn’t one to consider someone’s feelings if they interfere with his vision.

He's such a self-centered ass. The way he makes decision on a whim with no regard for others is quite annoying. He always finds a way to make life harder for the rest of us.

I am so sick and tired of you getting everything you want.

You.

~~~

I don't know how long the fight lasts. Each second feels like an eternity. If we were up against anyone other than Diavolo, they'd be dead by now. The fight that I'm literally inside Lucifer's mind helps, I'm sure, but even if we were merely fighting side by side, I think we'd still be able to communicate with each other with few to no words. We're that much in sync right now.

But with Diavolo as our opponent, the only thing we're succeeding in is remaining alive. While he's taken a few hits, they've only left scratches on his body. It's certainly nothing compared to the damage the land around us has taken. The only other person I've been able to see during all this is Solomon, who's hunching over my unconscious body as he's maintaining a protective force field around him. I suspect the others are doing their best to hide from all the destruction we're causing.

Lucifer's definitely losing strength the longer this drags on. At first, he's only releasing blue bursts of energy, but as his strength weakens, he begins drawing on my energy, causing specks of white to appear that quickly grow in size and threaten to overtake the sparks of blue.

It's then that Diavolo realizes that he's not merely fighting Lucifer, but me as well. He visibly falters, allowing us to deliver a couple spells without them getting blocked by his magic. Soon, however, he musters a giant ball of black energy and sends it flying our way.

I have to protect Lucifer.

My vision once again becomes blinded with white light. When it returns to normal, everything's gone eerily still. Those who were hiding have come out, and all of them are completely stunned.

What's going on? Why's everyone staring?

I know as much as you do, Lucifer.

"No way!" someone gasps.

"You gotta be kiddin' me..."

"You've...you've changed."

"What are you talking about?" Lucifer angrily demands.

"Is this..." Satan nervously swallows. "Is this what you looked like as an angel?"

Shit.

What the hell did you do, MC? Why did you turn me back into an angel?!

I...I don't know. I was just trying to protect you. I didn't think it would cause THIS to happen.

"My goodness, Lucifer," Diavolo whispers, his feet softly touching the ground again. "You truly are magnificent. Never did I think I'd get the chance to behold the Morning Star again..." The next thing I know, he's kneeling before Lucifer, looking up with awe and admiration. Everyone else quickly follows his lead.

This is making me very uncomfortable right now.

I know.

How do I get them to stop?

MC has to return to their body.

Standing behind the group is a man I've never seen before. And yet his voice sounds all too familiar.

Michael? What are you doing here?

Setting you free.

But Father--

--made a vow to not harm our heirs. The universe has deemed MC to be yours, Lucifer. To protect them means ensuring they return to their proper home, and that can't happen if you're trapped here.

Does He know you're doing this?

I'll ask for forgiveness later.

A brief pause.

MC?

Yes?

It truly is a shame that you don't get to see Lucifer like this. He's perhaps the most beautiful creature Father ever produced.

I think there are some things best left to the past.

Michael softly smiles.

I'd expect nothing less from Lucifer's heir. Go forth, MC. Spread light wherever you go.

He quickly disappears in thin air. Lucifer carefully walks over to Solomon and crouches down next to him, allowing me to see just how closely he's holding me in his arms. Wordlessly, Solomon hands my body off to Lucifer, who envelops the two of us with his wings as he brings me up to his chest.

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[mrs-monaghan]

Hey, since you often catch details and seem like an open-minded person, I want to share what I observed in the last few days. So, I definitely believe in Jikook but that was not always the case. My bias is Jimin and I always mostly focused on him, but once I observed Jungkook more carefully, the truth revealed itself step by step. Now something similar happened since I focused on Taehyung. And it seems crazy, to me as well, but please give it a chance! Watch "Nippon TV BUZZ RHYTHM 02 - BTS Cut" timestamp: 13:55, and watch (and listen to) all of their expressions closely, especially Jikook and Taehyung. Keep an eye on Namjoon, too. Then please look at the lyrics of Sweet Night and really reflect on them. Just as a reminder, there is Taehyung calling Jimin his "one and only best friend" in "Let's BTS" and similarly in Festa 2019, for example. I also am stuck on Jin calling Taehyung very generous and big-hearted in "Special Movie BTS MUSIC JOURNEY" (after the release of Sweet Night) and the others agreeing, their expressions speaking once again. Then finally those compilations where Taekook is apparently jealous of each other. Or Vmin. And now you just have to connect the dots but I did not see any other person who has done so. All those moments, all those compilations make so much more sense to me. All in all, it seems that Taehyung has or had feelings for Jimin. Sounds crazy! Of course we should not assume too much but the connections are there and in hindsight, they seem obvious. You just have to put the puzzle pieces together. I really hope that Taehyung is over it, because unrequited love hurts badly. Taehyung as a person makes so much more sense to me. His actions, his depression, his pain... Well, I guess Jimin did not call himself "Tailor of Chaos" without reason. That situation must have been difficult for him, too. Maybe (just maybe) that is an indicator regarding his state in 2020... And of course on Jungkook. But maybe that is the actual reason why Jungkook and Taehyung seem to be closer now, maybe mending their friendship! Especially, since Taehyung found a partner. And maybe Jikook feel some kind of guilt for causing Taehyung pain... who knows. There is much to think about and honestly, it sounds like pure fanfiction but if I learned something in life, it is that nothing is impossible. Hope you give it a chance, I really would like your opinion on all that. I certainly am feeling very surprised. Have a nice day :)

Yes anon, it takes very little for me to judge people seeing as I'm a lunatic myself 🤭🤭 if I had a shilling for everytime someone called me crazy I would have attended all of Suga's concerts and then some 😂 so u get no judgement from me my lovely 🙌🏽

Except insecure Jikookers, of course. Fuck you! I judge you everyday! 🤨🤨🤨

So! Umm yes. I've seen this theory being thrown around. I have friends who think this might be the case. And one of them is actually really good at analysing and picking up cues and she believes V may have had feelings for Jimin at some point and her arguments make sense.

But for me... idk. Idk anon. 🤔 I have a hard time picturing this. I will share a clip that will be hard for some of you to watch. So brace yourselves

Oh boy. Glad I have my anons off because u guys are already kinda mad at V atm 😂😂

Things to note about the first clip: (I know... I know. It's bad. I recently just discovered it and it doesn't look good, I agree)

a) Point to note number one is that, that is how most people in SK feel about homosexuality. As u can hear V is basically telling Jimin something is wrong with him mentally for liking men. And when u grow up with everyone around u telling u this, of course u will believe it. It also explains why he would keep the company he keeps. (Go Google Bogum and his cult scandal) People in SK don't believe men can be with other men. And those who have seen it happen, think its a mental illness. This was obviously embedded in V for him to have done this not once, but twice. And this is only what we saw on camera.

b) 2nd point to note; Taekook just cannot be real. It's just, impossible. Yes, V has changed, obviously. Hanging out with Jimin will do that to you. He obviously doesn't feel as strongly about homosexuality like he used to. And he loves Jimin and JK which means he has adjusted his mentality. But, this is a guy who used to say basically homophobic stuff to his friend. And as u can see, that clip is from around May 2015 So at what point would V have started dating JK as early as 2013 when this is how he felt about his friend a boy, liking boys?

c) 3rd point to note; Jimin doesn't deny it. I hate how he's just defending himself there repeating over and over; I don't like you that way, so what's your issue? I dont behave that way towards you, why you mad? Anyway, Jimin doesn't once say "no i don't like men." Or "stop lying" he just says "I don't feel that way about you."

d) Last point to note, Jikook is real. Why? Because what triggered V, was Jimin telling JK to sit next to him. And immediately V goes off about how something is wrong with Jimin in the head because these days he likes men. Likes JK.

Now anon, let's go back to point number 2. I know internalised homophobia is a thing. (Thank you Shameless! You taught me sm!) But it stems from someone hating that they like someone of the same sex and they don't want to be that way, but they are. So saying V used to have a crush on Jimin insinuates he would have had to get over his homophobia and start seeing Jimin in a new light. I mean, it's Jimin and the Jimin effect is a thing that exists. But, still. Idk. I just don't know. Watching that clip tells me that his parents are like this. Him being so close with the WS, tells me he wouldn't have kept them as friends if at any one point he started liking someone of the same sex. Knowing how they feel about it.

V is more accepting now, of course. But Jikook are in the closet and only close knit people know about it. And V definitely isn't divulging that to the WS. Again, knowing how they feel about this topic.

What am I saying anon? I think those V jealous Vmin moments that exist are because he "lost" his bestfiend when Jikook became a thing. He had to share Jimin with JK. And I imagine Jimin tried to be there for both of them but sometimes JK took priority and maybe V didn't like that. They used to be bestfriends. Super close. V even looked after Jimin in school. Asked some people he knew to look after the new kid because that was his friend. They were close. Really close. Then satellite Jeon comes and changes everything.

Now to the assignment you gave me. The question was who's the most romantic

Suga (what?) And RM say JK. Guess they've seen it first hand. 🤭 Also Jikook both point at Jin

V on the other hand says Jikook but then changes it to just Jimin

I also looked at the lyrics of sweet night (he sounds so good) and I'm guessing you're talking about this part;

Anon, if you ship Vmin, or are suspicious of Vmin, it would be easy to conclude this song is about Jimin. Easy. But if you're like me who believes V is as straight as a ruler, then the first thing I think of when I hear that, is some girl he liked at the time that he was really close to. Someone he dated in the past, maybe. To me V is as straight as they come and I could try, but I cannot see where you're coming from.

But if you listen to sweet night and then watch V jealous compilations, you're gonna be influenced. Because you're going in already thinking the best friend he's talking about is Jimin! But, remember, you don't have to have romantic feelings for someone to be jealous. You can be jealous that your sister is spending too much time with someone else. You can be jealous your bestfriend doesn't make time for you anymore ever since they started dating. You know what I mean?

That's what I think you saw. In my opinion, of course. I could be wrong and way off base but...yeah.

In Conclusion: Vmin isn't real and there was never potential for it to be so.

I appreciate u trusting me with this ask, anon 😘

[actually-a-fish]

The Mitchells vs. The Machines

Hello! I like watching movies. Ideas get stuck in my head while watching them and i need them out of my brain. This is my 4/9/24 viewing of The Mitchells vs. The Machines. I like cartoons :)

This will have spoilers

Without further ado... my thoughts chronologicall

PROLONGED EYE CONTACT DODODODOD

The main VA is Abbie Jacobson (aka Princess Tiabeanie Mariabeanie de la Rochambeau Grunkwitz)

this family reminds me so much of mine minus depression and a commitment to a cult :)

girl its probably a good thing you weren't at the tech reveal. be nice to the siris, alexas and echos in your life...

i kinda wanna watch that robot movie with Will Smith and hot robots now

THEY ALL HAVE STIMS GUYS

running away from your crush and saying you hate them is so real

"what are these? robutts?"

HES TAKING NOTES

I like that the new genre of villian is a tech bro and AI

I dont like this bit about wifi, we are dependent on it yeah but people can adapt pretty well. Well some I guess.

why do dads always suggest eating the family pet?

i cannot express how autistic this family is. its constant, not demeaning or the butt of a joke. just a family being a family. I have flappy hands about it.

aww dads do love to teach their kids to drive stick shift

i do like Eric and Barbara

the robots are shooting the humans into space, that's their plan and honestly i've been saying we should shoot garbage into space for a while now so im glad somone is finally doing it

there are cute edits done by katie through the whole movie and they deserve a shout out

I knew touch screen fridges were a bad idea

NOT FURBYS WTF WHY THIS IS MY NIGHTMARE

"your whole lives i wanted to save you from disater and this is the moment ive been waiting for" - Rick (and also my father)

KATIE DRAWS ON HER HANDS TOO OMG THE DETAILS. THERE IS SO MUCH STIMMING AND IT MAKES ME HAPPY EVERY TIME

This is good family bonding, but no tears yet.

unfortunately i think the family bonding was to good. The dad left a sentimental object in katies bags and now im convinced hes gonna sacrifice himself to save the rest of the family.

now im crying. :) if you watched i bet you could guess which part.

oof crying again! a Twofer!

This movie may be healing my childhood trauma. I miss my parents. They were just doing their best

THE CALL BACKS. THE CULMANATION! ITS MAKING ME EMOTIONAL IM SORRY

thank you game grumps for introducing me to the song "Walk the Dinosaur" by Was (not was)

An accurate compilation of watching my coworkers and professors use computers

uh oh they got little brother, Linda is gonna rip out someone's heart

OH MY GOD I JUST THOUGHT SHE WAS GONNA GET MAD

ERIC AND BARBARA SUPREMECY

damn i need to see my family so i can remember why i hate them bc this is to sweet for me

TEAM E AND B! TEAM E AND B!

How long of a break between the entire world being abducted by robots and everyone going back to work was? Do you think this was like their pandemic

"My name is Monchi, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair"

THEYRE BASED ON A REAL FAMILY (and the whole family has "im easily overstimulated" hair cuts, its so relatable)

It's cheesy. full of stuff you know is meant for kids and that corporate made them do. but I really liked it. I know the whole bit is that the family is weird. I don't really like that they used the word weird instead of autistic but i can kinda understand why they had to do it. i found myself relating the characters constantly. The way they run away when things get overwhelming, communicate through their interests, stim when they have big feelings (they all have their own, and most of them have a couple they do) and the way the situation their in affects them. It is not perfect representation but it did a good enough job for me.

If you read all the way through thank you! If you have any formatting tips please lmk!

Also I feel the silly need to add, this is all my opinion, and my opinion is not fact! It's okay if we don't agree and if you're nice, I would love to hear about it :)

[autisticempathydaemon]

hi hi !! I was wondering if I could have one of the redacted match ups? it's such a cool concept to be putting on ^^

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

I believe the song I would go with would probably be Francesca by Hozier, or Unknown/Nth by Hozier. The Bridge to Unknown is probably my favourite because it's such a like emotional lyric. It depicts the story of someone willing to do anything for someone who doesn't love them back.

"Do you know I could break beneath the weight/Of the goodness, love, I still carry for you?/That I'd walk so far just to take/The injury of finally knowin' you?"

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

I wouldn't mind listening to a video essay, but I don't purposefully go looking for them! If the topic seems interesting I might click on it tho ^^

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

Usually cuddled up with a teddy and listening to a sleep aid ^^ there's only a few times that I pass out a few minutes after laying down/with no help. My favourite sleep aid to go to is Ollie's gaming sleep aid where he's playing MK (I have trouble with the "traditional" sleep aids because its too quiet)

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

I won't say what name I chose when i first found out I was Enby because it would (potentially) give me away but the reason I chose it is because it tied multiple parts of my interests together. It felt fitting for that reason. Plus, when ppl hear my name they can usually see that I picked it myself and know that I'm queer as hell so.

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

I adore Milo's "getting ready" video (getting dressed up for your feisty werewolf boyfriend), it always makes me feel very special ^^ I also just adore Milo in general (probably my top fav). I also really enjoy the imperium series as it gives us a different side to the boys we love sm.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

I think that one of the boys I don't understand the hype for is Lasko (though, he's slowly growing on me now). I don't know what it was about early Lasko but he just didn't scratch that part of my brain for the longest time.

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

Oh gods I could go one about this. I would have to say the percy jackson series (and Heroes of Olympus) as that is a series that has stuck with me since middle school. Though honourable mention to Tangled (the movie) because oh how I love it so

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

Guy, honestly. Like don't get me wrong i would date him too, but if we're talking friendship he seems like a pretty cool dude.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

The ancient greeks, my ocs, sometimes also space. I never really get to a point where I ramble all that often while tired, but if I'm tired and thinking about something you will hear about it.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

Probably Circle K because it's the closest to my house and I usually go for a cherry slushie or orange crush.

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment. 

Probably the playlist where I compiled all the Epic: The Musical Songs, or one of my many oc playlists. I will say I do often listen to my spotify Daylist though, that usually brings me a great vibe

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

Bear in the Big Blue House, because it was the show from my childhood. Also Grey's Anatomy because sometimes I like getting lost in the dumb drama on that show

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are!

ummm lets see, maybe that im a reader and creator. I love creating things and indulging in others creations so much its insane. I also don't have a strict like association with foods only being for certain meals. like pancakes/eggs and bacon are an any meal kinda food kinda deal. I'm also more of a night owl, though if I get enough sleep I don't mind being up at 5/6 am if its needed/gives me time to chill before the day "actually starts".

Thank you !!

So Avior went through HELL, a whole-ass hell, and made the tragic, Byronic hero’s choice to drag his lover back into that hell. That’s so Unreal Unearth-coded. That’s, like, textbook Hozier; that’s your man.

That’s half of it; the other half is that Avior is so Greek mythology, classics, Socratic coded. Like, he gives so much dark academic vibes, and he really rocks it. That’s a man who has strong opinions about Marcus Aurelius and Stoicism in the best way. Avior loves hearing you talk about Greek myths and philosophy and would be the kind of partner where you’d have lots of lively discussions on translations and interpretation of their literature.

Every day with him would be so lively; Avior is the type who’d be such a fantastic beta reader when you’re in need of him. He’s thoughtful, analytical but not cruel or harsh. The two of you just devour books, reccing things to each other constantly. Avior’d also be so fun to watch Grey’s Anatomy with in that he fucking hated it at first but he’s obsessed now. He would have a big crush on Dr. Yang, and who could blame him?

Song:

My feet are aching/ And your back is pretty tired/ And we've drunk a couple bottles, babe/ And set our grief aside/ The papers say it's doomsday/ The button has been pressed/ We're gonna nuke each other up boys/ 'Til old Satan stands impressed/ And here it is, our final night alive

I love this song and how fantastic, longing, romantic, and tragic it is. It’s a little more Imperium than Prime-coded but no matter the universe, the vibes of holding onto one another as the sky falls to pieces around you will always suit you and Avior. (This is my favorite version but I also recommend the Matt Maltese original.)

Runner-Ups:

Anton is a runner-up because he also gives tragic academic vibes but not as fun for you, you know? He reads all the same classics but doesn’t have as many strong opinions about them. Blake is your other runner-up because he’s also incredibly Hozier-coded to me but like in a derogatory way.

note: thank you for waiting and submitting 💌

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[ajwinter-is-a-nerd]

LCWEEK2023 - DAY SIX

A Shiguang FanFiction

Prompt: Memories

Summary: Some people watch movies when they’re sick; Lu Guang prefers to watch memories of his favourite moments.

Rating: Teen and Up

“Go, work, I’ll be fine.” Lu Guang’s squeaked.

“Do you have enough tea?” Cheng Xiaoshi lifted the thermos on the table by the couch that Lu Guang was currently taking residence upon.

Eyeing the bottle, Lu Guang nodded, inciting another round of coughs.

“Did you take your cough medicine yet?” Cheng Xiaoshi grabbed the bottle, hovering it beside Lu Guang just in case.

“Yes,” Lu Guang responded nasally. “I’m fine - go work so we don’t go broke.”

“Text me if you need anything.” Cheng Xiaoshi pointed at Lu Guang’s phone (which Cheng Xiaoshi made sure was plugged in).

“I’m fine.” Lu Guang smiled, pushing at Cheng Xiaoshi’s leg.

“Fine, I’ll go, I’ll go!” Cheng Xiaoshi threw his hands in the air, pretending to be offended. “Oh - first!”

“Nooo leave me alone!” Lu Guang rasped, but ended with a chuckle as Cheng Xiaoshi bolted full speed towards him.

“I love you.” Cheng Xiaoshi peppered Lu Guang’s face with kisses.

“CHENG XIAOSHI! WHERE ARE YOU?” Qiao Ling yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

With one final kiss, Cheng Xiaoshi raced downstairs.

Even the amused chuckle was sore against Lu Guang’s throat. Thankfully, his boyfriend had stuffed at least three pots of tea into an oversized thermos for him.

There was a bottle of honey on the table, but his teacup was already prepared with a thin layer on the bottom. Smirking, Lu Guang poured the tea into his cup. Cheng Xiaoshi always went above and beyond whenever Lu Guang was sick, it was really adorably obscene.

Sipping on his tea, he waited for the sounds of casual conversation to fall into full swing. Whenever he was sick, he always had a routine. Most of them were all compiled by Cheng Xiaoshi, such as: wear a special pair of jammies, get bundled up on the couch in a soft blanket, take medicine, drink soup, and drink tea. The only part of his list that Cheng Xiaoshi didn’t have an active part in was a secret, a guilty pleasure that Lu Guang hid away from him.

Some people enjoy watching tv when they’re sick, Lu Guang enjoys revisiting some of his favorite memories.

Satisfied with the depth of conversation below, Lu Guang rested his hand on the floor as his head peered under the couch, looking for the missing board. The dark blue edge of the cover stuck out from its hiding place. Smirking, Lu pulled the book out from under the couch.

Lu Guang knew he didn’t get sick often, the layer of dust on his book was empirical proof. Taking one of the tissues, Lu Guang carefully wiped it off (trying his best to avoid a coughing fit).

The book itself was nothing special, hence why Lu Guang carried no qualms in cutting out the center of half the pages. Though he’s certain Cheng Xiaoshi would adore knowing this was a part of Lu Guang’s routine, the secret made it slightly more tantalizing. As well as the fact that Cheng Xiaoshi has little control to not dive into a photo when he sees a good memory, and these were his favorites.

Adjusting in his seat, Lu Guang flipped through pictures, deciding which one to start with.

-

“Why are you taking a picture of me?” Lu Guang leaned over the counter, pulling up his bangs straight.

“Because you look so cute when you’re trying to concentrate!” Cheng Xiaoshi snorted, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

“Shut up.” Lu Guang dabbed the brush into the dye bowl.

“Ugh, that stuff reeks.” Cheng Xiaoshi pinched his nose at the sharp scent of ammonia.

“You don’t have to be here for this, you know?” Lu Guang sighed, tapping the brush against the edge of the bowl.

“Can I help?” Cheng Xiaoshi bent over, needing to get a closer view of the pale blue concoction.

“You want to bleach my hair?” Lu Guang watched Cheng Xiaoshi’s reflection in the mirror. The huge smile that spread across his face was mildly concerning.

“Can I?”

“… can you?” Lu Guang lifted a brow towards him.

“Let me try, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“I’m going to be very upset if I end up bald.”

“What? Hair dye can do that?” Cheng Xiaoshi’s eyes boggled at the threatening cream.

Swishing the idea around in his head, Lu Guang decided to give in. Setting the brush back in its bowl, Lu Guang pinched the gloves off his hands and passed them to Cheng Xiaoshi.

Nervous exhilaration pulsed through Cheng Xiaoshi’s veins as he accepted the gloves. “Sit on the bath mat.” Cheng Xiaoshi instructed as he sat on top of the toilet.

Exhaling, Lu Guang slowly followed directions.

“What? You don’t trust me?” Cheng Xiaoshi chided, knowing full well that, at this moment, Lu Guang did not, in fact, trust him.

“Just get on with it.” Lu Guang crossed his legs on the floor in between Cheng Xiaoshi’s feet.

As a viewer, there were several aspects of Cheng Xiaoshi’s emotions that Lu Guang adored. Easter eggs of moments he never fully appreciated until looking back. Such as Cheng Xiaoshi’s nervous energy as he sectioned out Lu Guang’s hair. So nervous, in fact, that he kept swiping away sweat from his brow. But Cheng Xiaoshi was determined to prove his worth, because he wanted Lu Guang to ask him to do it next time.

“Okay, now what?” Cheng Xiaoshi tapped the thick layer of mud textured hair with his glove.

“Now put on the shower cap.” Lu Guang pointed to the box.

“A shower cap? Oh I’m going to have to get a picture of that.” Cheng Xiaoshi joked as he snapped the cap over Lu Guang’s head.

“The day you do that is the day you die.” The lack of inflection in Lu Guang’s statement warned Cheng Xiaoshi from testing that theory.

“Fine, what now?” Cheng Xiaoshi poked at the cap.

“Now we set a timer and wait.” Lu Guang opened up his phone, starting the countdown.

“What do you want to do while we wait?” The heels of Cheng Xiaoshi’s feet bounced along the floor.

Another interesting aspect, seeing through Cheng Xiaoshi’s eyes, was understanding him on a different level. Comprehending that it was all but physically impossible for him to stay still. That his mind and body were always running a million miles a minute.

“I like to read a book.” Lu Guang rolled his chin along his chest.

“Boring.” Cheng Xiaoshi retorted, poking at the nape of Lu Guang’s neck.

“Hey! Take the gloves off!”

“Oh shit, sorry!” Cheng Xiaoshi turned the gloves inside out and tossed them into the trash can.

“Why don’t you start prepping dinner and I’ll clean this stuff up?” Lu Guang proposed.

Agreeing, Cheng Xiaoshi fled to the kitchen, putting together the ingredients for their noodles.

…

“Is dinner ready yet?” Qiao Ling pranced into the kitchen.

“Who said you were invited?” Cheng Xiaoshi chided, his attention still on the wok before him.

“But it just smells so good Cheng Xiaoshi!” Qiao Ling responded, setting the table for three.

“It does smell good.” Lu Guang wrapped his arms around Cheng Xiaoshi’s waist, his damp hair tickling the back of Cheng Xiaoshi’s neck and shoulders.

“Fine, fine, go sit your ass down.”

Chuckling, Lu Guang made his way to the table with Qiao Ling. Cheng Xiaoshi didn’t listen particularly close to their conversation, but he noticed when they abruptly stopped talking. They both stared at him with their mouths slightly agape.

“What? You haven’t even tried it yet.” Cheng Xiaoshi started portioning out the bowls as Qiao Ling burst into a hysterical laughter. “What?”

Not receiving an answer, Cheng Xiaoshi returned to the kitchen, leaving the wok on the stove to cool off. When he turned around again he noticed that not only had Qiao Ling nearly fell out of her chair, but Lu Guang’s face was red from holding in a laugh.

“WHAT?” Cheng Xiaoshi’s chest started to laugh along with them, still unsure as to why.

Unable to hold it in, Lu Guang let out a low rumble of a laugh, dropping his head to the table.

“You - haha - you guys are so - so cute!” Qiao Ling forced between laughs.

Was it because of the hug Lu Guang had given him while he was cooking? That was pretty normal in the upstairs realm, wasn’t it?

After half a minute passed, Qiao Ling wiped away her tears of joy. “So, you helped Lu Guang bleach his hair hey?”

“Huh? How did you know?” Cheng Xiaoshi scrunched his face, looking back and forth between the pair.

“I think - it’s a good - look,” Lu Guang stifled a laugh between words, holding his hand over his lips.

Dread hitting him like a freight train, Cheng Xiaoshi ran towards the bathroom. Steam filled the window with an old message of ‘I love you’ printed on the mirror. Huffing, Cheng Xiaoshi wiped the mirror clean.

“NOOO!” He shouted, the front of his hair speckled in different shades of yellow and white. “I LOOK LIKE A CHEETAH!”

In the kitchen, the chair scraped against the hardwood as Qiao Ling fell to the floor laughing.

-

Snickering, Lu Guang set the photo down and sipped at his tea. No one had given Cheng Xiaoshi the idea to color the bleached parts black for over a week. He thought he’d be stuck with it until it grew out.

Pouring himself another cup of tea, Lu Guang started looking into the next photo.

-

Determined, Cheng Xiaoshi scraped the furniture across the floor. Normally, Lu Guang would use the excuse of their ‘Landlady’ being upset about damages; but, since Qiao Ling was shoving the table, he lost his last excuse.

“I’ll just watch.” Lu Guang sighed, sitting on the relocated chair. Ever since Cheng Xiaoshi had discovered Tik Tok, he’d obsessed over learning countless dances.

With a mischevious smirk, Qiao Ling blasted the radio. A familiar female voice blasted through the speakers.

Fiddling his fingers, Lu Guang attempted to hide the twitch of his eyebrow. She’d caught him bopping around while listening to this song, his ear buds slightly too loud. She knew his weakness.

“Come on, Lu Guang, it’s easy!” Cheng Xiaoshi started trying out the new dance move, starting with his hands in the air down to his hips.

Chuckling, Lu Guang watched the flick of Cheng Xiaoshi’s hips. How he moved with such ease was mesmerizing.

“You’re doing it wrong!” Qiao Ling readjusted his hands slightly as they moved, quickly falling into a synchronized pair.

Each beat they hit together, the bigger Cheng Xiaoshi’s grin grew.

“You two look ridiculous.” Lu Guang announced with a flat voice and a giant smirk.

“You’re just jealous!” Cheng Xiaoshi added a few extra ‘pops’ in Lu Guang’s direction.

“Lu Guang, look, start with your arms up here.” Qiao Ling started directing him, even though he was still sitting on the chair.

Leering at her, Lu Guang allowed her to treat him as a marionette.

“Get his hips, Cheng Xiaoshi!” Qiao Ling giggled, moving his hands in a roller motion.

Obeying, Cheng Xiaoshi slid on his knees towards the chair. Gripping his fingers through a belt loop on either hip, he poorly manoeuvred Lu Guang to the beat of the song.

It was difficult to maintain a straight face as his best friends fervently attempted to puppet him into a dance.

“See?” Qiao Ling held her hands out, ending her demonstration of the dance move.

Rolling his eyes, Lu Guang slapped his palms on either arm of the chair. “Alright, start the song over.”

Still with his knees on the ground, Cheng Xiaoshi drummed against the floor in elation.

“You’re like a dog wagging his tail.” Lu Guang snorted, pushing himself off the chair.

Lu Guang did not have anywhere near the same coordination as either of them. His long lanky limbs moved off beat and flung much more than intended.

“Here, watch my hips.” Qiao Ling focused on flicking her hips.

Awkwardly, Lu Guang replicated the snapping of her body to the sounds of Cheng Xiaoshi roaring laughter.

After at least half an hour, they finally set up the camera. Still nervous to miss a beat, Lu Guang eyed the other two as his body repeated the new sequence he’d learned.

“Got it!” Qiao Ling hopped in excitement, running over to double check the footage.

Had anyone told Lu Guang this is where he’d be now, he wouldn’t have believed them. Dancing, of course, was something he’d never imagined himself doing. Dancing under the stars, in a warm room, with a family who loved him, seemed like an ever greater myth. A sense of safety and warmth flowed through Lu Guang’s veins. He had to wait longer than most, but he finally found his home.

“Watcha thinking about?” Cheng Xiaoshi nuzzled his nose into Lu Guang’s cheek.

“How absurd that video is.” Lu Guang playfully lied.

“You love it.” Cheng Xiaoshi snickered, pecking at Lu Guang’s face.

“Ewwwwwww!” Qiao Ling feigned disgust. “Stop reminding me how single I am!”

Lu Guang felt Cheng Xiaoshi’s silent laugh as warm breaths against his skin. “Get better, my love.” Cheng Xiaoshi planted a wet kiss on Lu Guang’s jaw.

Before Lu Guang could question Cheng Xiaoshi’s declaration, Cheng Xiaoshi was already pushing off, joining Qiao Ling with the video review.

-

Lu Guang pinched the photo away from himself as he let out a cough. The dry air ripped at his swollen skin. Regaining composure, he studied the photo again.

He’d taken a photo of Cheng Xiaoshi taking a photo of him. They both had their Polaroids out and Cheng Xiaoshi thought it would be cute.

Very suspicious…. Lu Guang shook the photo. He was nearly certain that Cheng Xiaoshi had not originally whispered anything in his ear that night.

Returning the photos to their hiding place, Lu Guang surrendered to sleep. He’d save more photos for later.

-

Once he could properly breath again, Lu Guang set his photo book on the table, waiting for Cheng Xiaoshi to come in. Sitting with his forearms against his knees, he waited to ambush Cheng Xiaoshi.

Distracted, Cheng Xiaoshi stumbled into the room, still finishing whatever was in his mouth.

“Oh, Lu Guang? Are you feeling better?” Cheng Xiaoshi mouthed around his food.

“Recognize this book?” Lu Guang tapped at his ‘secret illness photo box’.

“Aweh!” Cheng Xiaoshi’s shoulders slumped. “Which picture finally gave it away?”

“What?” Lu Guang’s voice fell out before he could stop it. There were over twenty pictures in this box. How many had Cheng Xiaoshi played in?

“Oh, I mean, you found that one.” Cheng Xiaoshi attempted to paint an innocent face over his curling smirk.

“Cheng Xiaoshi…” Lu Guang dropped his face in his hands. What could he even say? It wasn’t as if he was truly mad. Part of him was mildly embarrassed that he’d truly thought he’d kept his box of sentimentally a secret this whole time. But knowing how much effort Cheng Xiaoshi would have needed to go through to cross reference photos to jump in the days he had was nauseatingly adorable.

Cold hands rubbed against Lu Guang’s forehead.

“You still feel a bit hot.” Concerned golden eyes scanned over him. “Lay back down, I’ll make you another tea.” Cheng Xiaoshi grabbed the empty thermos off the ground.

Sniffling, Lu Guang reached for the tissue box. Maybe Cheng Xiaoshi was right, he still wasn’t quite ready for confrontation or coherent thought yet. Throwing the soiled tissue in the bin beside the couch, Lu Guang re-wrapped himself in the blanket. He wasn’t sure how, but nearly everything soft and comforting in their house smelt like Cheng Xiaoshi. Maybe it was a psychological reaction to associate comfort with Cheng Xiaoshi.

Setting down the tea, Cheng Xiaoshi cracked open the jar of vapo rub. Fingering out a glob, he motioned at Lu Guang to unbutton his pajama shirt.

Lu Guang hissed as the cold goo reached his chest, inciting another round of raspy coughs.

Undeterred, Cheng Xiaoshi rubbed in the rest of the medicine. Sticking his finger in the jar again, he dabbed a small amount under Lu Guang’s nostrils. Lu Guang’s eyes shut at his touch, a slight moan released at the soothing of his broken skin.

“You know…” Cheng Xiaoshi trailed as he closed the jar and wiped his fingers. “I have a few photos of cherished memories… I can give you some duplicates… if you’d like…”

Nodding, Lu Guang squirmed around the couch to place his head on Cheng Xiaoshi’s lap. Out of breath from the slight movement, Lu Guang’s voice rasped. “I’d like that.”

Sinking into the couch, Cheng Xiaoshi adjusted to make it as easy as possible for Lu Guang to cuddle into him.

“No jumping - though.” Lu Guang coughed out the shortened sentence.

“Of course not.” The tips of Cheng Xiaoshi’s fingers rolled Lu Guang’s bangs from his face. Switching to a whisper, he added “Can’t do it twice.”

Drained, Lu Guang responded with a disapproving grunt before his body went limp against Cheng Xiaoshi.

“I’ll put my favourite memories in for next time.” Cheng Xiaoshi bent in half to kiss Lu Guang’s sweat beaded hair. “I love you… sleep well…”

Satisfied as Lu Guang’s breaths turned to snores, Cheng Xiaoshi pulled out his video game console. He’d stay with Lu Guang on the couch for as long as he’d let him.

Author’s note:

I originally wanted to write more memories, but unfortunately time constraints took me down 😭

Also, the song they danced to was from the chibi/day in the life series. The dance move I was attempting to describe:

[waspstar]

nobody literally ever sends me asks so im going to answer all of these, original post here

🖖 First Trek media you encountered? a compilation of kirk being gay on tumblr. its what convinced me to watch the show 🥹 Favourite behind the scenes picture. this is hard, but probably this one.

i do however like another one of levar and brent together. 🌀 If the holodeck was real, what would be the first thing you'd use it for? meeting xtc ❤️ Your ST comfort character/s. the emh first and foremost. but also mccoy. 👕 Character whose fashion you like. LWAXANA DUHHHH 🎼 Song/music you associate with an aspect of ST. garden of earthy delights and across this antheap both by xtc remind me so so much of chekov. oh, and one of the millions by xtc as well! supersonic by jamiroquai reminds me a lot of the emh 😒 Character who annoys you. if there are no kai winn haters im dead 🍻 Hangout at Quark's or Ten Forward? see, at ten forward i have a chance of running into barclay and he wont try to scam me. but i think id go to quark's just cuz i like the ds9 cast more. 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏿 Do you ship any characters? Who? yesss my number one favorite will always be qcard, but i also love jiles and tom and harry. ❌ One storyline/plot point that you hate from your favourite ST show/movie. this is so hard, i hate so many. i think my favorite st show is ds9 (though voyager is like, really becoming close to my heart) however i will have to sayyy umm. fascination is a pretty bad plot. i did not like that. that was really weird. i love lwaxana but that was a really bad plot. i guarantee you theres worse i just cant think of any >_< 🫂 Character you'd like to be friends with. i wanna say barclay, but i feel like being his friend would be so emotionally taxing. so perhaps bashir or miles. or tom :) ✨ Has Star Trek had a personal impact on you? extremely so. star trek is a very important part of my life and i think about it every single day. i consider it a special interest. 🖊️ Do you have a favourite quote from ST? its actually not technically a star trek quote, as they took it from a book. however, the line the emh reads at the end of latent image. 🪐 Favourite alien planet. ive always been fond of risa i wanna go there 🥲 ST moment that makes you cry. lal's death. also spock dying duh 📚 Favourite ST fic you've read. theres definitely a really good qcard one ive liked but i dont remember the name and dont feel like finding it. theres a really cute quodo one i remember too. thats hard. ive read a lot over the years ☄️ Your headcanon/s about a favourite character. the way that i have all kinds of headcanons and think of some often but now theyre all gone upon being asked this. umm. oh i headcanon that barclay had a cat early on in his starfleet career that passed away. i even came up with a name for it...i cant remember what it was but it was a space themed name. i also headcanoned that he had no father and only a mom and that he was raised on mars! and that his mom died early into his childhood. thats all i got tho 🎨 Favourite piece of ST fanart. i straight up do not have it, but its this beautiful art of q holding an orb with picard suspended within it. i have it saved somewhere. 🍽️ What alien food/drink would you want to try? UGGHHH HASPERATTTT every time i see anyone eat hasperat in ds9 i get so hungry i want to try it so baddd i imagine it has a very plant based spice, a fresh kinda spiciness...and kinda like a cilantro type taste going on. it looks so goodddd. ive also personally wanted to try klingon food. unpopular opinion ig but it looks yummy 👋 An actor, writer or creator on the show you'd love to meet. id sacrifice everything to meet robert picardo. hes done everything for me simply by playing the doctor and i just want to hug him and thank him and give him a kiss on the cheek if possible. also the same goes for john de lancie, esp bcs john not only played q but also discord from mlp, another character i love.

[auxiliarydetective]

last one !! for part eight of your amazing ask extravaganza, could i please ask about questions one, three, four, and eight, again for my absolute beloved kit ?

looking forward to the answers, and i really hope you're doing well !! <3

Hiiiii Dolly, thanks for the ask! As per usual, you're getting both Kit versions because Reasons, okay?

1. What if your OC were a villain?

OH boy, I could easily see both Kit version being pushed over the edge. If it weren't for Hannibal giving them a way to channel their energy and aggression into something productive, someone else would've come along and led them to channelling it into destruction and cruel violence. And while neither version of Kit is actually cruel at hearts, I could unfortunately see them just going batshit insane and stabbing anyone who gets in their way. They're not a calculated villain at all. They throw knives at anything that moves. Very much a case for the "I could fix them" meme.

3. What song plays during their fight scene?

For 80s!Kit? The A-Team theme, obviously! But aside from that, I could totally see something like I'm Still Standing, Crocodile Rock or Holding Out For a Hero. Something fast and 80s-adjacent.

Movie!Kit might get Circus by Britney Spears because... well... circus kid. But also Do It Like a Dude by Jessie J, Immortals or Planetary (GO!). Generally, Fall Out Boy would be a good choice, MCR or P!ATD also works really well.

4. Make up your OC or OTP's ___ doing ___ for ___ minutes straight video

OH boy. Lots of bickering. Eternal bickering. Also lots of gender.

For 80s!Kit: "Kit Kelley being a genderqueer icon for 8 minutes straight", which is a compilation of her correcting people on her gender, some very gender fashion moments, all that good stuff. "Kit Kelley making me a lesbian for 7 minutes straight", which is essentially Kit being hot in her slutty tank tops/tube tops, abs out, muscles, all that stuff that would prompt the "not to be a lesbian but" reaction image. "Face being completely whipped for Kit for 9 minutes straight", which is just what it says on the tin. This video has a part 2.

For Movie!Kit: "Kit Kelley being an acrobat for 6 minutes straight" aka all the scenes of Kit either doing acrobatics to complete a mission, stretching or getting up to acrobatic antics in the background. "Kit Kelley identifying as a problem for 4 minutes straight" aka this version's gender compilation with Kit hating on transphobes and saying the line that gave the video its title. Also has some small moments of just Kit being visibly trans thrown in. "Hannibal and Kit being father and son for 5 minutes straight" aka all the soft moments between them and Hannibal holding Kit on a metaphorical leash. "FaceKit bickering for 7 minutes straight" is just what it says on the tin.

8. Describe your OC or OTP using AO3 tags

Let's see here... 80s!Kit: Androgyny; Genderbending (in the literal sense); Knifeplay; [Character] Has Anger Issues; Threats Of Violence. Movie!Kit: Transgender; Knifeplay; Gender Dysphoria; [Character] as [Character]'s Parental Figure; Affectionate Insults.

That's it! Hope you like it and thanks again for your ask! <3

Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene - let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

[lenteur]

random thoughts about run on, episode thirteen

(please do note that this post contains spoilers so read at your own risk.)

“where’s the coutesy in letting me say it first?” “i’m a coward” at least mi joo is self aware. but this episode made me understand her a little better

this episode has put me on an emotional rollercoaster to say the least

part of the reason why i didn’t like mi joo is because she’s been passive in the relationship, but with this episode, i now know the reasons why. she doesn’t like enduring external problems. she hates letting herself get hurt. and with all her past sh*tty relationships, i can see things from her pov and that helps my previous tumultuous (idk i just wanted to use that word) relationship with her

it’s interesting that we see eun bi and mi joo’s discussion when the roles are reversed. eun bi keeps on going after ryan even if he always runs away because she knows he loves her a lot. we can say the ki siblings never run away and always keep on fighting for what they think is important.

it’s also very telling how mi joo keeps on thinking she “doesn’t deserve him (seon gyeom)” she’s been saying that from the early episodes and that thought has never left her ever since. he kind of has that ‘perfect’ image where he’s kind, patient, understanding and motivates people. he’s also righteous. it’s never easy comparing yourself with your partner. it could damage the relationship (look at me being a relationship expert, a fake one though)

and that sentence has finally reconciled me with mi joo “i sometimes end up being faced with my own flaws (when with seon gyeom)” you’d expect to feel loved and understood in a relationship but when you think your partner is ‘perfect’ then you can’t help but just fall down the rabbit hole that is comparing yourself and feeling undeserving. i do hope things work out between them

yook ji woo is an interesting character. she admits choosing her own career over motherhood and doesn’t even dream of becoming first lady. she wants to be remembered as yook ji woo and not someone’s wife. even though you can see she does care a little bit about her children, she’s the one who admits her mistakes. she doesn’t hide behind excuses. she’s just truthful. unlike her husband who keeps saying he loves his family, only to use them to his advantage. both yook ji woo and ki jeong do are both career-driven but the main difference is ki jeong do cares a little too much about his reputation than yook ji woo does. ex: sending his daughter to play golf with his friends/colleagues so they’d compliment her (and him also), showing up with his wife at the movie theater and demonstrating his love for her with a bouquet of flowers, etc.

even with seon gyeom’s efforts to make woo sik enter a track team, the recruiters are still stuck on the whistleblower incident. shows how corrupt the sports world can be. prefering to keep things on the down low instead of punishing the culprits. sigh

i’ve seen that scene on kdrama funny moments compilation but it’s another thing to watch it in its entire context. mi joo and seon gyeom looking at each other when there’s a brawl right behind them is HILARIOUS. i can’t i simply can’t lmao

mi joo taking lee su bin under wing was such a heartwarming moment. she kept defending her and standing up for her, acting like her older sister. it’s true she takes action when it comes to problems that are not relationship ones and i was so happy to see sisterhood once again in this show. women protecting other women 💓

oh and another thing i noticed about the su bin bullying incident is that both her and mi joo don’t have parents. it brought them closer in no time. they have this thing only they can understand.

[poetryasreligion]

HEARTBREAK

The first time I reached for stories as conscious scripture was after the end of my first relationship, freshman year of college. The rupture was so intense and all-consuming that I left school for six months. During this period I scrambled for every possible spiritual antidote to the ache that would not leave my chest: I tried meditating and attending Catholic mass, saw a questionable psychic twice, started manifesting on full and new moons, spent $50 on a moss agate crystal necklace. (I also developed an eating disorder that left me hospitalized a year later, but that's a whole other chapter.)

The only lasting salvation for me was stories—songs, poems, movies, long form literature, internet miscellany. Scroll down and you'll find a list of the most important ones.

While I read them, I gave myself permission to live in the words completely. To rest in the soft crook of someone else's life experience that could parallel my own at any serendipitous moment. I'd collect these storytellers' sage reflections like a frenzied squirrel gathers and hoards acorns, repeating quotes like “time heals all wounds” (someone forever ago) and “how empty of me to be so full of you” (Jody Yeary) and "sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them" (Richard Siken) until their words turned into my mantras, sacred texts. Something to latch onto while my world eroded.

I once heard that to love is to be changed. Through heartbreak, I want to give us permission to hold onto all of those changes, really feel the weight and texture and temperature of them in our hands. It's painful and it's proof that something real and worthwhile occurred. I give us permission to lean into the ache of another person's absence and fill it with our own words—write a letter we'll never send (at least not now), talk to our friends or the mirror or the sky, document it all for ourselves or maybe someone else who will need a warm jumble of words to wrap themselves up in one day. I give us permission to hold on and accept that some kinds of love we never quite "get over" (and so what if it makes us soft? Isn’t the softness what makes us human? For the record: it’s been 3 years and I still wake up with things to tell you.)

On Sand (pg. 15) by Caroline Cappelletti (poem // time and loss)

The Fist by Derek Walcott (poem // letting go)

The Long and Short of It (hybrid poem/essay // rumination, to be changed)

Excerpt: I’ve been rereading your story. I think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay. We dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up. Anyway: story received, story included. You looked at me long enough to see something mysterioso under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks. Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.

The Weight of It All (podcast episode // immediate aftermath of a breakup, moments of great comedic relief too)

Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory by Raphael Bob-Waksburg (short story collection // love in all its forms)

The Unsent Project (website // browse unsent messages and submit your own -- beautiful and cathartic)

Good Riddance by Gracie Abrams (album // woodsy breakup rumination from all angles)

History of A Feeling by Madi Diaz (album // parting in its entirety)

Crushing by Julia Jacklin (album // a cpmplete relationship arc)

Playlist by me about being broken up with (compiled over 3yrs!)

How'd you get away? Cause oh, good heavens, we abided by the night But there are darker things than the absence of light And they still creak through our halls

I would build a city out of you and me There would be crime, but still a local grocery If you'd stay

Maggie Rogers, "Blood Ballet" (on playlist)

Playlist by me about being the one to call it off

Playlist by me about reaching for closure and forgiveness

(Bonus: Here and here are poems I've written about my own breakup experiences.)

[cannedbabs]

Here’s the whole post explaining this thought process. Was gonna wait awhile to write it out but the brainrot for this guy is real. He’s seeped into my life into deep crevices not a lot of other fixations have and I’m simply his meat puppet typing to spread his name so he truly never dies.

Anywho, big explanation post under the cut :]

The fandom seems to place a bunch of emphasis “oh look at me I won the first place trophy and these other two lost as always 👍”

This is definitely an important part of his character. He obviously gloats according to the flashback scene in WIR, shoving the trophy and his hand in the twins’s faces and making them noticeably recoil. Though I was ruminating on the idea of: what if he didn’t place first?

In the very beginning of the movie (the 30 years ago bit) when we see Turbo Time if you manage to pause you can see all types of kids playing his game. One of which is a kid who can barely see over the poor wheel. What if someone played it didn’t know how to play at first or some other reason? What if turbo placed second, or worst third? Honestly I don’t think he’d care. It’s 100% happened before. It’s a bruise on his ego, but he won’t die without placing first (and most definitely wasn’t the reason for going Turbo)

In terms of King Candy there is one race he is concerned with “winning” however, and that is the Random Roster Race. This isn’t for any points or gloat (at least outwardly) and it’s simply to be an option that the players can choose from. Who wouldn’t want to win it?

We can probably assume due to Turbo’s nature he has never not once been included in this roster (he probably justifies his position as king to be partly reason if anyone dares question him). Not to mention he is ALWAYS smack Dab in the middle, both in ‘real life’ when the roster is seen resetting before people put their coins in to qualify (not to mention his picture is the last to disappear… attention hog) and in his “What If” flashback when he’s talking to Ralph about Vanellope not being able to race.

This comes with its set of own other obstacles. Unlike Turbo Time, you can play as any character you chose out of the 9. Sure, King Candy looks most odd out of all of the younger, more specifically themed candy racers, and that may come with some curiosity but… if your ALWAYS included in the roster people won’t want to play you (unless you got some die hard KC racer fans who likes how he plays LOL). If you’re a staple people are gonna wanna try to pick racers they’ve probably never seen before to get the chance to race as a cool new character that hasn’t been added to the roster in a while.

Sooo let’s say Turbo, this man who is used to being played by the racers in every instance has to grasp at straws to get even an ≈11% chance at getting picked. Fine. He’s settled with that for what? 15 years? No biggie.

I’ve compiled a dumb list of what I believe his priorities are in regards to sugar rush going from ‘most desired outcome’ to ‘meh it’s okay’ to downright ‘won’t let it happen.’

1. King Candy is added to the roster. King Candy is picked by the players. King Candy wins the race.

2. King Candy is added to the roster. King Candy is picked by the players. King Candy DOESNT win the race (ofc each place after first would be sub categories of this entry)

3. King Candy is added to the roster. King Candy is NOT picked by the players. King Candy wins the race

4. King Candy is added to the roster. King Candy is NOT picked by the players. King Candy DOESNT win the race

5. King Candy is NOT added to the roster.

Turbo can handle loss. He can’t handle the spotlight not being on him, even inadvertently, and he can’t deal with not being *involved*. He went Turbo when he felt like he was being abandoned, even in that brief moment those kids turned heel (I don’t know who made it but someone made a theory that I agree with wholeheartedly that he was abandoned in the middle of a race and thats AUGH) to look at Road Blasters he needed to get involved.

And what did involved look like? Getting them to talk about him. Appearing as part of the game, part of the track, part of the race. We can’t say for certain if he was trying to replace the main car with his (Felix does say he tried to “…take over the new [game]” though I view Turbo as a deeply complex character and Felix as a slightly unreliable narrator for this flashback, so I don’t think it was exactly what Felix THOUGHT it was but yeah. Very similar, at least), but we can say It was to get the attention back on himself at least. Controlled or not, main racer (at first) or not.

((Small footnote that idk where to put it also: KC needing to be on the roster may be some compensation for Sugar Rush not being a cabinet with his likeness on it unlike TT… contrasting Vanellope in some aspects, or something something idk filler thoughts here))

Do I think Turbo values winning? Yes. It’s engrained in his character as a protagonist of his own cabinet. Do I think he’s a sore loser? Oh most definitely. Though I wish more people focused on his need to be talked about, looked at, etc. more. Funniest thing is King Candy (and Turbo) are never truly ever seen alone in any instance, only brief bits (When Turbo is game jumping in the cords… or when KC goes solo to confront Ralph about Vanellope not being able to race: “I come alone!”). Even when silently panicking he has sour bill by his side to fan him (if he was worried about Bill finding out his identity or even getting remotely suspicious he could shoo him away, it’s obvious, but he’s trusting of him enough to even let him ‘help’ with accessing the code room).

Idk!! Lots of things that rattle in my brain. I’m always up for discussions on Turbo. I have conversations with my friends on the daily about stuff like this. Would enjoy hearing other thoughts too :]

Would anyone agree with me in the WIR/Turbo fandom that Turbo doesn’t care about winning as much as people perceive him to or should I see myself out 🫢 /j

(I’ve been doing NUMEROUS character studies on this guy for awhile. Always willing to discuss anything. But this is my main thing I think is commonly misconstrued about his character… and it ofc bleeds over into King Candy as well)

[shakespearesdrugdealer]

Just friends

Minors DNI.

Pairings: College AU. College!Gojo x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut (fingering), swearing, is fluff a warning?

A/N: Okayy, so this a college AU with a friends with benefits dynamic. I wanted to make this a slow burn so I'll see where it leads lol.

Enjoy!

He was kissing your neck and you were adjusting yourself under him to allow him to move further down. He didn’t smell like himself; his cologne was mixed with someone else’s. You were supposed to be okay with that though, because you guys were just friends after all. You were there for each other while doing homework, working on labs together, going bowling on the weekends, grabbing coffee and when the teenage hormonal urge came to indulge in each other’s body; well, a month ago you agreed to that too.

“Look, despite the movies, I think it could work,” Gojo proposed.

“What makes you think that?” you narrow your eyes at him from across the lab counter you guys were sitting at, trying to compile a report you messed up twice by now.

Chemistry was hard. But Gojo was making it harder for both of you right now by asking unnecessary questions to push a few boundaries in your friendship.

“The fact that you are pretty objective, and that we are both have needs,” he said, adding a playful drawl on the last word.

“No,” you pointed out firmly, hesitating to meet the eyes that were set at looking into yours. “You have needs, I on the other hand would like to finish this report and go to sleep.”

“See, that could easily be turned into a better end to your day if you go to sleep with me,” he countered, putting his hand on the calculator you were punching numbers into; forcing you to lift your head up and look at him with a frustrated but amused expression.

“Is this really the time to talk about this?” you huffed, trying to free your hand while trying hard and failing at controlling the heat spreading to your face.

“No time better than the present lovie.”

“Not your lovie,” you emphasized, sitting back onto your chair and giving up at the notion of finishing your lab. When Gojo is being stubborn about something, there were not a lot of ways to solve the problem but give in and listen; like right now, with his absurd idea.

But was it really absurd though? You guys have been friends for a good while now, 2 years to be exact. You liked how he could go on for ages talking about the ridiculous things he did at college that day and you wouldn’t mind listening because it allowed you to see the day outside of your own world. Maybe it was because your life lacked a little chaos and his lacked the calm and organization of yours; but you worked well with each other. He dragged you out of the dorm on days you got obsessed with completing your readings and you were grateful for the sun that you got. You also dragged him back into the dorm on nights you knew were meant for rest, or studying instead of getting wasted with the kids who had already completed their tests for that week.

“Look, all I’m saying is, let’s try it out, and if it fails…” he stretched out of his chair like he was doing some kind of tedious work (like the fucking report you guys were supposed to write). “Well, at least we will know where that road leads to.”

His standing figure made you look so small you wanted to punch him in the throat. But you also felt safe?

It’s not like you were completely against the idea. I mean, you knew him pretty well; you knew what kind of a person he was. You understood that he makes a great friend, but he would probably break your heart and chuck it in the bag of broken hearts he carries around with him. And let’s not lie, he’s hot. You’ve seen how his shirt rides up when he leans back against the pillows on your bed on the days he drops by your dorm to annoy you. You also hate how you can’t stop yourself from staring at how his eyes widen and sparkle when he finds something interesting in the material he’s reading when you guys are studying together. You knew there was a thin line between being his friend, working well together, him being so fucking attractive and you falling in love with him, God forbid.

Well, maybe you could walk that thin line. “If we fail, we never talk about it again okay?” you started, framing the rules of your relationship in your head.

“Yup,” he agreed, liking where this conversation was headed.

“There are going to be rules of course.”

“Mhhm.”

“No talk of this outside the two of us.” You look at him dead serious.

“Yep yep.”

“And you have to stop being so fucking annoying when we do what we do,” you added.

“Meh, no promises,” he shrugged.

“Okay, well, it looks like we’ve come to some kind of an agreement even though this report is not done,” you sighed closing your book at the realization that the time you signed up for the lab had elapsed.

“Hey,” Gojo said, clearing his throat. Was he nervous? You glanced at him while trying to gather your things into your bag.

“Do you wanna test the agreement?”

“What?” you pause your actions at the offer. “Now?”

“I mean, I see nothing stopping us,” he reasoned. “And we can finish the report at the dorm too.”

“How do you plan for these bribes to work with me?” you smile at his offer to work in exchange of doing the dirty.

“What can I say lovie, I’m a bit of a genius when it comes to being a slut.” Only Gojo could imbue so much confidence into being a slut.

“Again,” you said, “not your lovie.” You push your bag into his chest as a sign of agreement and head towards the lab door. He caught up with you in no time, cradling your bag in his arms and smiling stupidly wide like he won at an arcade game at the fair. You didn’t know if what was going to follow was a disaster or the start of something better than anything you two ever knew.

He didn’t even wait for you guys to settle into your room or talk about how your relationship was going to work before throwing your bag onto the bed and backing you up against your door and pressing his lips against yours to let you know how the next few hours of your day were going to go. And oh my god, they were going to go so fucking good.

“Is this okay?” he asked, pulling away from your lips and twisting the lock on your door with his free hand.

“Yeah,” you squeaked, embarrassed and a little confused at how quickly this day was taking a whole new turn.

“Wanna say that again?” he teased swiping his thumb across your cheek while tilting your head to look at you properly.

“Just-” you swallowed. You’ve never seen his eyes look like this, even after all this time with him. They had their usual playful glint in them, the kind that normally makes you want to shove him through a locker (not that you haven’t tried) but right now there was something more. Something that made you want to run but also give into his touch and the patterns he was drawing on the small of your back with his other hand. “Just…take it slow okay?” you ask, hoping he understood that you hadn’t done something like this in a while now.

He knew that though. You talked about your first times over a drunk Friday evening and that was when he figured you hadn’t done as much as him and you also figured that Gojo was a threat to womankind.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, taking your hands into his and leading you towards the bed. His eyes never left yours and you weren’t done tasting his lips just yet, so you stare at them with unabashed desire. “Oh, my eyes are up here love,” he said, pausing his movements to take in this side of you he hadn’t seen before.

“Shut up,” you retort, a little annoyed at how quickly he had you feeling so hot and bothered. You wrap your arms around his neck and stand on your tippy-toes to pull him down to meet your lips as he groans into the kiss in surprise. You don’t know what it was that got into you, but you pushed him to walk to the edge of the bed as your tugged at the hem of his shirt to let him know you wanted it on the floor. He was breathing hard too by this point; his hand cupping your neck and the other finding its way under your shirt. He laughs at your attempt to lift his shirt and removes his hands from your body for a moment to take his shirt off. Your eyes widen at the view you were presented with. Your hands reach for his chest but he grabs your wrists, tilting his head in amusement. “Kinda unfair if yours doesn’t come off too no?”

And that’s how you found his hands slipping under your shirt and around your back, leaving goosebumps at his touch. He unhooked your bra and lifted the set of clothing from your body, leaving you hazy from all the kisses that he was planting along your jawline and neck. He pulled your hands that were stroking his chest to interlock with his fingers as he used your momentary confusion to push you onto your bed and hover over you in one clumsy but simultaneously smooth maneuver.

He was reveling in this side of you that you were showing. It was chaotic, it was vulnerable and most of all, it was so beautiful. His hands release yours as he finds interest in playing with your breasts. He takes hold of your left breast and squeezes it as you whine and twist your head into the pillows at his teasing and the lack of attention that was being paid to your areas down south. You pull at the white strands of his hair you had slid your fingers into and he groans into your skin making you shudder. He opens his lips to the side of your neck that you gave space to and bites down as a response to your own roughness. The moan that escapes your mouth makes you want to hide in embarrassment as he chuckles into the mark he was leaving.

Your chest was heaving, as your hands grab at the sheets next to you instead to find some kind of stability among the fireworks that his touch was leaving. “Gojo-” you started, lifting your head from the pillow, to see him smirking at you. He moves down towards your stomach and thighs, making sure to kiss the curves and edges and taking note of the areas he kissed and you moaned at. “I will kill you if you don’t stop teasing.” You drop back onto the pillow again, not being able to hold for too long as his fingers stroke your inner thighs, taking off the last article of clothing you had on.

He leans forward, looking at you with your eyes fluttering shut and fidgeting around his hold on you. “Aw, cute,” he says, stroking your thighs and brushing his fingertips around your clit, not touching it but making it more sensitive than you would have ever imagined. “You can still threaten me looking like this.” You push your head deeper into the pillows at the sensation of the butterfly kisses he was placing on your inner thighs and sucking at the sensitive skin to leave his marks yet again.

“I swear to God-” you plead, threading your hands into his hair again. “Patience, pretty,” he says, lifting his head from between your legs to allow his fingers to take their place and rub at your clit in tiny circles. You gasp and have the urge to shut your legs but he has one of his legs secured between yours and you really wanted him to keep going too. “Think you’re ready for me?” he asks, running his index and middle finger along the outer area of your slits.

you nod at him, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. You were getting hazy from circles he was drawing on your clit with his middle finger and moving it down to tease your entrance.

“Words, love,” he says, shifting to lean above you and place a kiss to your lips and chest that was heaving roughly by now.

“I-I’m ready,” you softly reply, looking into his eyes and then at his smile that reminded you that he was your safety and also the person that was going to ruin in the next few minutes.

“Tell me to stop when you want to okay?” He assures you as he slides his fingers between your slits to feel your wetness.

“Mhmm,” is all you can say as you feel his middle finger play around your entrance before finding its way against your walls. You breathe sharply at the feeling of his finger pulling in and out slowly, to explore its way around you. But it was also making you so hot-headed as it hit all the right corners and spaces. He swallows your moans with his lips and tries to steady your body by sucking at your nipples. But it only made your head cloudier and you let go of any control of the sounds that were coming out of you.

Your back arches with an audible whimper escaping your chest at Gojo’s attempt to curl his finger against your walls and he smirks, knowing what he just did. He continues the curling motions and tests your limit by nudging a second finger at your entrance. You yelp at the tight feeling of your walls against his fingers. “Fuck,” you spread your legs wider as a sign of giving in to his movements completely. He was entranced by the pretty sounds coming out of you and the way your hips were moving up and down his fingers trying to chase the knot that was tightening at the bottom of your stomach.

He speeds up the movements of his fingers, moving in and out of you. You let out soft cries at how he wasn’t letting you get a moment of rest between the feeling of his mouth against the sensitive spots on your neck and breasts mixed with the madness that was occurring between your legs. “Gojo, I can’t-” you say in a shaky cry at the way your walls were tightening against his fingers. He pushes you further with his thumb rubbing faster against your clit and you just about lose it, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and a strangled moan leaving your lips

“Hey pretty girl, wanna let go for me?” he whispers as he looks at your desperate eyes. You nod feverishly as he continues his motions, and he hoists one of your legs further apart to rest on his lap. You feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and the tingling on your clit getting borderline painful. You snap your palm on Gojo’s wrist trying to fight the feeling but he doesn’t relent. And with the next few motions of his fingers curling against you while he bit into your neck a little too rough, you let out a strangled shriek and arch your back as your walls pulsate around his fingers at your orgasm.

He drank in the sight of you panting and your legs shaking from the orgasm. Your eyes were pinched shut and one of your hands had the sheets tightly tucked into your fist and the other was squeezing his wrist that was still pumping his fingers in and out of you to help you ride out your orgasm. He leans forward, in awe and with sense of adoration.

“You good?” he kissed the corner of your mouth and brushed the stray pieces of hair on the sides of your face to place more chaste kisses across your cheeks and moving to your neck. You hiss as he takes his fingers out of you and you are given an apology as he muffles your complaints with his lips pressing against yours. Your eyes flutter open, glancing at Gojo’s now tight pants. You smirk and shift to balance your figure on your elbows to meet his eyes.

You nod at the bulge through his pants. “Do you wanna do something about that or…?” you question reaching out to place your hands against his chest, and push him into sitting back onto the bed as you straddle him.

“I mean…if you can take it,” he laughs, pressing his forehead against yours, and squeezing your hips.

God, this may be a huge mistake or one of the greatest things you guys stumbled upon with each other.

A/N: This is my first attempt at smut so help me oh lords of smut; I hope I didn’t it mess up lol. I also really like this college AU so maybe I’ll continue it, idk.

Alsoo, the header I used here was got from pinterest but if it has sources to someone here on Tumblr, I would love to credit <3

[icingspring]

The Shipper Challenge

It's late, I'm bored and this seems like a fun challenge to do. Take a look back on some of my favorite ships over the years.

Favorite Ship- CaptainSwan

Emma and Hook, where to begin? Enemies to lovers, the chemistry, the angst. Everything about these two is just perfect from start to finish, and I just will never get over them. Enough said.

First Ship- BBRae

Beast Boy and Raven would be my first "official" ship, where I actively searched YouTube for compilation music videos of their scenes together with early 2000's punk love songs playing, but before I discovered FanFiction. Their weird sort of friendship, and just the small ways in which they looked out for each other, those small moments of vulnerability.... *sigh* you have no idea how much my heart soared when I found out many years later that they became canon in the official comics.

First Ship you were crazy for- Harmony

While I have never been the biggest HP fan, I still to this day can not understand why Harry and Hermione did not end up together. The combination of their complimentary personalities, similar interests, and the chemistry I felt in the movies, it seemed like a no brainer. They were the first ship I ever read FanFiction for, as I clearly was not getting what I wanted from the original material.

newest Ship- Shangqi and Katy

Oh yeah, I ship it. It's still in its early stages, and it's new enough and has enough leeway that if a katy/xialing pair were to happen instead, I would also be quite happy with that. However, I know the Marvel love formula, and this is hitting all the marks.

Ship you like but no one else does- Reylo

Not so much "no one else" likes it; trust me there are a lot of people who love them as much as I do, but they are probably the most controversial of my ships. What can I say? They had a fantastic dynamic, insane chemistry, and the literal connection they shared. For me it was irresistible, and I have never obsessed with another ship like with this one. I have read more fanfiction for this ship then every other ship I've ever discovered combined. The reylo fandom just has some of the best writers and creative minds, and I love it. They would have taken my "Favorite ship" spot if it wasn't for the way it FUCKING ENDED.

Ship you wish was endgame- Gendrya

Shipped them from the beginning. Yes, when they were kids in the second season, my first thought was "when they're adults they're going to get married." and DAMN IT! I WAS SO CLOSE! We can all agree thar GoT fell flat on a lot of things, and I definitely put this way up on the list.

Ship you wish had more screentime- FinnPoe

Honestly? I ship Finn with almost everyone, he's just such a likeable character; but in this case it really was a shame thar Disney didn't have the balls to make Finn and Poe a couple. 2019 was just a year of disappointments all around for the Star Wars fandom.

Ship you wish had been Canon- Romanogers

Natasha and Steve are what I like to call my "impossible ship". I know from the start that it's not going to happen. But damn do I think they have great chemistry together. They just got each other, especially in the MCU, and I feel like as a couple they would have been able to keep that dynamic while also being able to further lift each other up. I think Nat is so much like Peggy personality wise, but not enough that it would feel like Steve was substituting one for the other. It was hard to keep my hopes from getting too high, but at least I always have Winter Soldier to watch if I ever get nostalgic.

Ship you wish will be canon- Nalu

After the end of the original Fairy Tail manga/anime, I'd resigned myself to the fact that Natsu and Lucy will just always be that ambiguous couple with no solid answer on their romantic status. But then the sequel 100 Year Quest came out, and all these other favorite ships of mine like Gruvia, Gejevy, and Jerza are all starting to solidify into canon, and fucking Mashima-sensei is still staying ambiguous with the two most main characters of the series. PLEASE MASHIMA-SENSEI WE ASK SO LITTLE OF YOU! He has been feeding this fandom nothing but tiny crumbs from the beginning and yet somehow we are still thriving.

Wow, looking back on all of these the two main tropes I'm realizing are either enemies-to-lovers or friends-to-lovers. Don't get me wrong, I have other tropes that I enjoy, but they're harder to do properly; arranged marriage and fake relationship are two others that would be hard to conceptualize in a comprehensive and well though out manner.

Feel free to also ask yourself these questions, and make your own post! Make sure to tag me so I can read them!

[onewithnomightypowers]

clandestine (chapter 2)

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is an up and coming actress, married to a once hotshot actor, Harrison (Haz). What happens when her co-star, Tom, makes her realise that she is stuck in a loveless marriage. A marriage starts crumbling and a new romance stars brewing.

chapter 2: portrait of a dinner

A/N:  the characters in no way portray how these ppl are in real life. i do not encourage cheating. i hope you guys like this chapter!! i would love to know how you guys feel about the story. feedback is always appreciated.

warnings: drinking, smoking, cursing

word count: 1.6k

important: the whole chapter is a flashback, character thoughts are in bold italics

masterlist   series masterlist   chapter 1   chapter 3

“I rent a place on Cornelia street”, Tom said casually in the car. They were sitting in the backseat of a black town car, going for their shoot. Y/N had suggested that they travel together, in an attempt to get to know each other better. She said, “It would help with the on screen chemistry”, the whole production team agreed. But that did not become a norm for them, mostly because of their different call times.

Both of them had hectic filming schedules and only saw each other when they had scenes together. Sometimes they would bump into each other at the craft service, but otherwise, they were on their own.

During the last few weeks of filming, Tom had started getting her coffee. He had noticed how she took her coffee during the shooting. Black with one sugar.

“There you go”, Tom handed her the coffee. “Thanks Tom.” He gave her a smile. She was walking towards the door, and Tom started following her behind.

“I’m going to hair and makeup, do you wanna tag along?” she asked him.

“Sure, I have a 15 minute break anyway”

“Have you seen Hot Rod? I watched it last night” she didn’t know why she asked that silly question. She found it embarrassing.

“That Andy Samberg movie, right?” Tom nodded, “Yeah I watched it a long time ago, it’s a classic”

“I totally watched it for Bill Hader” She found herself easing up to him.

“Valid reason. Loved him on SNL. Do you know Stefon? from SNL?” She reached for the door handle, a gush of cold air was felt by both of them.

“Don’t even get me started on Stefon. I used to watch Stefon compilations on YouTube all the time. It became a problem” she chuckled, remembering how Haz used to get pissed off whenever she’d talk in a ‘Stefon’ tone.

Oh, I love it when she chuckles like that. I wish I could kiss her. NO. She is fucking married, Tom.

“Yes yes yes, New York’s hottest club is…” Tom tried to imitate Bill Hader as Stefon. He looked around a bit and pointed towards the paparazzi, who were trying to take pictures of anything worth money. “New York’s hottest club is paparazzi” he continued.

“If paparazzi is the hottest club, then I’m fine staying at home” Y/N was laughing so hard that she couldn’t breathe. She clutched Tom’s arm to avoid falling down while trying to contain her laughter. She hadn’t had a good laugh with Haz in a long time.

--

Tom found himself at Y/N’s doorsteps with cheap wine he bought from the convenience store last minute. Y/N had invited Tom and his partner for dinner during the last week of shooting.

“Oh, I’m not seeing anyone actually, but my lonely heart and I will be there”, Tom replied to Y/N’s invitation.

He rang the bell and waited for someone to open the door. Tom was met by Haz’ charming smile, as he opened the door. Tom could see right through his fake smile. Clueless to Y/N and Haz’ fight prior, he entered the two story building.

“Why did you invite him without asking me?” Haz screamed, slamming the plates on the table.

“I didn’t think you’d be home tonight, you never are” Y/N replied in the same tone as Haz

“So you were going to have dinner with him, alone?”

“Yes” she said in a crude way.

“Are you fucking him?” Just as Haz asked her, the doorbell rang.

It would be better fucking him than fucking you. At least he’ll be home.

Y/N entered the kitchen leaving Haz to open the door. “You must be Tom” said Haz, in his most likeable voice.

“Yeah and you must be Haz. I got this for you guys”, Tom handed him the wine bottle.

He’s a bloody hotshot and brought us cheap wine.

“Hey Tom, I’m so glad you could make it”, Y/N said, taking Tom in for a hug. She could feel Haz burning a hole behind her head with his gaze.

She pulled out of the hug, “do you want red or white wine?”

“Red”, Harrison and Tom said in unison. Y/N let out a little chuckle and went into the kitchen. Tom started noticing the little things in their house, like how there were film and Polaroid cameras scattered everywhere. There was a vinyl shelf right above an old golden gramophone, adjacent to their brown leather couch.

He noticed a collage of pictures and recognised some of the photos from the time they were taken on set. There was one with him and Y/N. He felt a sense of pride knowing that their picture hung on Y/N’s wall and the possibility of her looking at it every day.

“So, what do you wanna hear?” Harrison was standing next to their vinyl collection. “Since Y/N lives here, we have everything Taylor Swift, I don’t suppose you’re into that pop shit, are you?”

“Actually I do like pop but more like alt-pop”

Harrison wasn’t surprised. He seemed like a ‘Beach House’ kinda guy anyway, to him.

“So you like alt-pop?” Y/N walked towards the boys with two glasses of red wine in her hands. “Have you heard of ‘peter cat recording co.’?” she asked Tom

“Yes I have! Oh, I thought nobody knew about them. I’m glad I found you”, Tom was filled with giddy excitement.

“PCRC it is, then”, Haz said in an annoyed tone. He grabbed the vinyl of ‘portrait of a time’, their first album, and placed it on the gramophone.

“Babe, where is your glass?” Haz asked Y/N.

“Oh I, shit I left it in the kitchen”

“No worries I’ll get it”, Haz kissed her cheek and left the living room.

Even though Y/N knew it was fake niceties, she still craved it. It felt nice, behaving like a normal couple instead of fighting over every damn thing, and him storming out of the house almost every night. Sometimes she felt that Harrison was a hypocrite. He would accuse her of cheating with every guy in her life, but wouldn’t be home nine out of ten times.

They were now seated on their wooden dining table, with dried flowers in the middle. Haz and Y/N were sitting opposite to Tom. There was Chinese takeout in their fancy china.

“Sorry about the take out, neither of us are good at cooking and we didn’t want you getting sick”, Y/N tried to justify the absence of a home cooked meal.

“It’s fine as long as I’m getting fed”, Tom chuckled.

“No actually all this food is only for Y/N and me”, Haz said, trying to sound serious.

That was a bad joke, all of them thought.

There was an awkward silence. Haz cleared his throat, “So Y/N, are you seeing someone?”

“Haz, you can’t just ask someone that!”

“It’s okay Y/N. No Haz, I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.” Tom said, blushing at the personal question.

“So you are single”, Haz said looking at Y/N, in an attempt to imply that she might be having an affair with him.

Trying to hide her annoyance, Y/N started serving the food. The rest of the dinner was normal. They talked about the movie and Haz did not spontaneously combust. In Y/N’s mind, it was near to a success. When Tom started to leave, Y/N offered to drop him to his apartment building, but he settled on walking him one block.

Y/N grabbed her jacket as they left the house. She pulled out a box of cigarettes from her pocket and offered Tom.

“Oh, I don’t smoke”

Y/N scuffed with a cigarette between her teeth.

“What kind of an English man are you?” she said, lighting her cigarette.

“Well you know it’s a common misconception, we don’t all smoke”

“That’s good to know”, she took a long drag.

“Also you might not like the wine I brought you. I realised pretty late that I should be getting you something because I was visiting your house for the first time, so I bought the best wine I could find in that convenience store”, he pointed towards the store a few metres away from them.

“Its fine, it’ll remind me of my youth”, they both laughed.

“I guess this is one block, you should go back home now”, Tom said while trying hail a cab by waving his right hand frantically, at the edge of the curb. He looked ridiculous.

“You clearly have never done this before” she laughed at him, turning Tom’s face red.

She stepped off the curb, to be seen clearly by the oncoming traffic, put out her arm and a cab was there in seconds.

“So I guess I’ll see you around” he said while pulling Y/N into a hug.

His touch made her hyper aware and same could be said for Tom. Y/N started to pull out but stopped half way. It felt like they were both looking inside each other’s soul through their eyes.

“Ay, lovebirds, you comin or not”, the cab driver screamed making them break away. He got in and Y/N closed the door for him. That’s when her phone pinged.

Haz: where are you, I’m going out.

[sinner-as-saint]

WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT HOW GREAT QUARANTINING WITH BEEFY!BUCKY WOULD BE AND HOW SOFT HE WOULD BE

Oh, since my little island is on lock down as well, why not...

I bet there would not be a minute where you'd feel bored around this man

Beefy!bucky is just so warm and perfect that you could cuddle him for hours

And he'd even braid your hair while you were in his arms

Or he'd just randomly decide to tell you about stories from the past

You'd be folding the laundry and he'd walk into the room and ask;

"Did I tell you about the time I almost broke both of Steve's legs?"

And you'd just get ready for the story about pre-serum captain America.

I bet beefy!bucky likes to bake

So while the two of you are at home with nothing else to do, he'd bake you stuff he finds online.

"Hey baby, look! I made a triple layered biscoff cake with buttercream icing."

"A what?!"

Or he'd be the type of quarantine partner who would get really quiet for sometime and then you'd ask him what's on his mind and instantly regret it;

"Hey handsome, what are you thinking about?" you'd ask, walking over to him and making yourself comfortable on his lap.

"Why do they always ask what came first, the chicken or the egg? What if it's a duck egg? And the answer is neither because it's not a chicken that's involved to begin with, it's a duck."

"Get out"

"Sorry."

Oh but beefy!bucky would get cocky and very horny as well

"Who knew staying indoors could be so boring?" you'd complain, throwing yourself on the bed.

He'd immediately climb on top of you and kiss you deeply

"I have a few things in mind to keep us busy." he'd tease, already beginning to undress you.

You'd immediately give in and oh lord...

Bucky could go on for hours without needing a break because super soldier

And he'd have you whining and begging and moaning for a long while

Until you'd tremble in his arms and he'd finally decide to give you a rest and cuddle you to sleep

Or he'd run you a bath after sex and he'd end up fucking you again in the bathroom because he can never keep his hands to himself

Or he'd wash your hair in the bath and hold you against his chest and tell you about how much he loves you and how he knew he wanted to spend his life with you since the first time he saw you

Okay, but imagine braiding his hair?

Because he'd get all grumpy when you'd ask him if you could take a picture

But he'd let you take the picture anyways because really, he'd do anything for you.

I bet beefy!bucky would also pick up hobbies while he's confined at home

Maybe painting

And he's not really good at it but he'd work hard on it all morning and he'd show it to you proudly

He'd try to be all romantic at times;

"Baby, I could spend my whole life like this with you. Just you and I, locked up in our home. Right?"

But you'd always ruin the moment.

"Yeah, until we run out of food."

Maybe you and Bucky would try and complete a 2000 piece puzzle but then give up within the first 15 minutes

Omg but imagine lazily laying on the couch and watching vine compilations all day while Bucky wraps his big arms around you and stares at your phone screen like he can't understand English anymore.

But then he gets it and a few days later, you two would quote vines all day and everything just gets funnier

I bet you and Bucky would just be lazy and do nothing and walk around all day half naked

Always making out or fucking

Or watching your favorite movies on repeat until you're sick of them

You two would finish all the tubs of ice cream you bought within the first few days itself.

"Babe, what did we do all day?"

"Nothing. Literally nothing."

Okay but he'd be so into conspiracy videos.

And you two would just watch those all day and get mind blown and then talk it out and come up with your own conspiracy theories.

Making unhealthy food and eating all day; you two could survive on grilled cheese and cereal only.

But imagine stargazing with Bucky; both of you sat on the balcony and drinking wine and eating all your quarantine snacks

And he'd start saying some other romantic stuff like "I would name each and every star after you if I could."

And you'd always ruin the moment

"For all we know," you'd point randomly at a star, "that could be a asteroid on its way to kill us all."

"Why are you like this?" he'd sound defeated.

You'd giggle. "Oh shut up, you love me."

He'd lean in to kiss you, "Hmm, i do."

In conclusion, everyone deserves a beefy!bucky as a quarantine partner.

a/n: stay inside. Take care of yourselves and your pets. I love you.