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ha-rinrin · 1 month ago

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Dare to Disrupt

soo, where is a little peak of how the piltover x reader fic is going

i had to make it all over again cause I wast satisfied with the original idea, thats why is taking so long

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In Piltover, life runs like a well-crafted machine. The sun rises on time, the gears of industry turn, and the people march to the rhythm of progress. It’s a city built on order and precision—where every street, every invention, every person seems to have their place.

Including you.

You wake up to the soft chime of your alarm, a reminder of the day ahead. Your apartment is neat, compact, perched high in one of Piltover’s quieter districts. The shelves are lined with polished tools, inventions stacked neatly in the corners, waiting for their turn in the spotlight. Everything here has its place, just like in the city below.

Breakfast is the same as always—tea, a pastry from the bakery down the street. There’s something reassuring about the routine, the predictability of it all. You follow the same path every morning: workbench, breakfast, streets buzzing with life. You’ve built a steady career here in Piltover, rising through the ranks as an inventor. Your gadgets are useful, respected, admired by your peers.

And yet, even as you go through the motions, there’s this quiet voice in the back of your mind that never quite goes away—a small whisper that says you don’t completely belong.

Piltover is orderly. You’re not sure if you are.

Your work is precise, just like the city demands. Today, you’re refining the design of a tool for the enforcers—something sleek and efficient, like everything in Piltover. It’s good work, and you’ve always been proud of your ability to meet the city’s high standards. But sometimes, it feels like you’re just building things to fit into a world that’s already decided what it wants from you.

The hours pass quickly, your hands moving automatically as you adjust gears and wires, tightening bolts until everything snaps perfectly into place. There’s a strange comfort in it, the way everything fits together so seamlessly. But even as you work, a sense of detachment lingers. It’s like you’re on autopilot, going through the same steps you take every day, without really thinking.

Out the window, Piltover hums with its usual precision. The streets below are busy, but never chaotic. People move with purpose—engineers, merchants, enforcers, all playing their part in the city’s grand design. You watch them for a moment, feeling both a part of and apart from it all.

You’ve never really felt like you belong here. It’s not that you don’t fit in—on the surface, you do. You’re good at what you do, and you’ve earned respect in the circles that matter. But there’s always been something about Piltover’s endless order that makes you feel like you’re living in someone else’s world, following someone else’s rules.

Everything is so clean, so perfect, so planned. There’s no room for mistakes, no space for chaos or uncertainty. And while you can play the part, sometimes it feels like you’re just going through the motions—fitting into a mold that was made for someone else.

As the day wears on, you find yourself walking the same streets, greeting the same faces, moving through a life that feels too smooth, too scripted. You’ve spent years here, building a career, making a name for yourself. But it’s hard to ignore that small, nagging feeling that you’re not quite… yourself. Like you’re following the script Piltover handed you, but there’s something more just out of reach.

By the time you leave the workshop and head home, the sky has turned a soft orange, the city bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. You walk the same path you always do, passing the same shops, the same people. It’s all so familiar, yet it never quite feels right.

When you reach your apartment, you sit by the window, gazing out at the city. The towers of Piltover rise up, gleaming and pristine, a testament to progress and perfection. But your eyes drift past them, to the shadowy edge of Zaun, just visible in the distance. It’s a place you’ve only ever heard about—a world of smoke, steel, and chaos. A world that doesn’t follow the same rules.

You’ve never been to Zaun, never even thought about it seriously. But sometimes, in moments like this, you wonder what it would be like to live in a place where everything isn’t so perfectly ordered. Where things don’t have to fit neatly into a plan. Where people aren’t shaped by the city’s rigid expectations.

The thought fades as quickly as it came, replaced by the familiar weight of routine. You’ve built a life here in Piltover—a good one. You’ve worked hard to get where you are. But there’s a part of you that can’t help but wonder if you’re playing a role, rather than living a life that’s truly your own.

Another day, another invention, another step forward. Piltover’s clockwork continues to tick, and you’re just one more piece in its perfect mechanism.

But somewhere, deep down, you can’t shake the feeling that you were meant for something a little messier. Something a little less perfect.

You hear the explosion long before you see it.

It rips through the quiet of the evening, a deep, echoing boom that sends a shudder through the floor of your apartment. For a moment, everything is still, like the city itself is holding its breath. Then, the chaos begins. Alarms sound, people shout, and somewhere in the distance, you hear the heavy boots of enforcers rushing toward the disturbance.

You stand by the window, staring out at the skyline. From your vantage point, you can see the plume of smoke rising from one of Piltover’s lower districts. It’s not the first time something like this has happened—a malfunction, an accident, maybe even sabotage. But something about this one feels different. The blast was… bigger. Closer.

Suddenly, there’s a loud crash at your door, rattling the frame. You jump, heart racing. It’s not the typical noise of someone knocking. This is more like a kick. You instinctively move toward the door, hesitating for just a moment before throwing it open.

And there she is.

A wild figure bursts into your apartment, practically tumbling over the threshold. Her blue hair is a chaotic halo around her head, and her mismatched clothing is covered in soot and dirt. She’s grinning, a mixture of exhilaration and mischief in her eyes, but there’s something else there too—urgency.

"Let’s go, let’s go!" she shouts, grabbing your arm and pulling you inside. “I’m not sticking around to meet the welcoming committee!”

“Wait—who are you?” you manage to stammer, trying to catch up with the whirlwind that just entered your life.

“Name’s Jinx!” she exclaims, still tugging you further into your own apartment. “And I really hope you have a place to hide. Like, right now!”

You hear the thundering footsteps of enforcers echoing down the hallway, and it hits you—she must have come from the explosion you just witnessed. Your heart races as she pushes you further into your living room and slams the door behind her, locking it just as the sound of shouting grows louder outside.

“Are you insane?” you blurt out, struggling to comprehend what’s happening. “You can’t just barge in here!”

“Oh, but I can!” she replies, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “And I just did! Besides, what’s a little chaos between friends, right?”

You blink at her, caught off guard. Friends? You’re still grappling with the fact that a notorious troublemaker has just invaded your home, and she’s treating it like an everyday occurrence.

“What are you even running from?” you ask, trying to gather your thoughts as she flops down onto your couch, kicking her feet up onto your coffee table, clearly at ease.

“Enforcers! Boring, uptight, law-abiding enforcers!” she scoffs. “You’d think they’d have better things to do than chase me. I mean, can’t a girl blow up a building in peace?”

“Blow up a—” You can’t even finish your sentence, the chaos of the situation’s still overwhelming you. “That was you?!”

“Maybe,” she says, a smirk dancing across her lips. “But let’s not dwell on the details! You’re not going to turn me in, are you? I mean, what kind of monster would do that to a girl who just wants a little fun?”

Her tone is light, but there’s an underlying tension as she leans closer, her mismatched eyes searching yours. The thought flickers through your mind—what if you did? The enforcers would love a tip-off from a good little Pilty like you. You could snag a reward, maybe even some recognition for doing your civic duty.

“Why would I do that?” you blurt out, trying to sound indignant, but your heart races with the weight of the dilemma. Jinx’s eyes narrow slightly, a playful grin never leaving her face.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because it’s the right thing to do?” she replies with mock seriousness. “Or maybe you’re just itching for a pat on the back from the enforcers. You’re a smart cookie, right? They’d love to hear about the lunatic that just crashed into your life!”

She leans back on the couch, putting her hands behind her head, clearly reveling in your discomfort. “But hey, why do that when you could be the exciting one for a change? Live a little!”

You shake your head, feeling a mix of annoyance and intrigue. “I’m not a criminal, Jinx! I just—”

“Just what?” she cuts in, her voice teasing. “Want to sit around in your tidy little apartment and twiddle your thumbs? Come on! You have a chance to be a part of something thrilling. What’s the worst that could happen?”

You glance around your apartment, taking in the cluttered workbench and the half-finished projects. The thought of turning her in tempts you like a whisper in the dark. But there’s something about her reckless enthusiasm that draws you in, a spark of excitement in the mundane.

“What if I wanted to keep my hands clean?” you ask, your tone more challenging than defensive.

“Then you’ll just be another boring Pilty!” she counters, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Look, I get it. You’re scared. You don’t want to be tied up in my mess. But you’ve got a choice here! You can be the hero who turns me in, or you can be the legend who helps me stick it to the enforcers!”

You open your mouth to protest, but Jinx jumps to her feet, bouncing on her heels as if charged with energy. “And speaking of being legendary, let’s check out what you’ve got here!”

Without waiting for your response, she starts rummaging through your things, her wild energy radiating through the room. “Ooh! What’s this?” she exclaims, holding up a small device that looks like a cross between a gadget and a toy. “Looks like it could do some serious damage! Are you planning on selling this to the enforcers?”

“It’s just a utility tool!” you protest, feeling your cheeks flush. “I use it for small projects. Nothing too special.”

“Nothing too special?” she scoffs, glancing around at the scattered tools. “You’ve got a whole setup here! This place is just screaming ‘Pilty!’ Seriously, where’s the chaos? Where’s the fun?”

Her enthusiasm is infectious, but you can’t shake the unease creeping in the back of your mind. “This isn’t really the time for—”

“Oh, but it is!” she interrupts, her eyes sparkling. “Just think! You’ve got the perfect hideout for a crazy girl like me. And let’s be real, if you were going to turn me in, wouldn’t you have done it by now?” She flashes you a conspiratorial grin.

“I—” You hesitate, wrestling with the conflicting feelings of intrigue and fear. “I just don’t want to get caught up in this mess.”

“Caught up? Please!” Jinx waves her hand dismissively, her tone breezy. “You’ve already got me here, and I’m not going anywhere. So why not embrace the madness? Besides, it’s not like anyone would believe you. ‘Oh, I saw Jinx in my apartment!’ They’d think you’re insane!”

The idea of living a little more dangerously starts to sound appealing, but the nagging voice of caution remains. What if the enforcers do find out? What if they come looking for her?

But as you glance around your cluttered apartment, the weight of your monotonous life presses down on you. This is your chance—your chance to break free from the predictable routine that has left you feeling so hollow. You can feel the thrill of adventure bubbling just beneath the surface, and it tempts you like a whispered promise.

“Maybe I could just… help her,” you think, your pulse quickening. Jinx is a wild card, yes, but perhaps there’s a spark of excitement to be found in her chaos. The thought of being part of something bigger, something more vibrant, sends a rush through you. Maybe you don’t want to turn her in. Maybe you want to be part of her story.

“Okay, let’s say I don’t turn you in,” you find yourself saying, your voice steadier than you expected. “What then? What do you have in mind?”

Jinx’s grin widens, her excitement palpable. “Now you’re talking! We could make some noise, shake things up a bit! I’ve got plans, but I need someone smart to help me execute them. And who better than someone with all these fancy gadgets?”

You feel a mix of exhilaration and dread. This is what you’ve been craving—an escape from the mundane, a break from the predictable. But the idea of getting involved in something so reckless also terrifies you.

“What kind of plans?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, half hoping she’ll backtrack.

“Oh, just a little something to remind the enforcers who’s really in charge around here!” she replies with a wicked twinkle in her eye. “Nothing too crazy. Just a bit of mischief, maybe a few fireworks. You in?”

You take a deep breath, wrestling with the conflicting emotions swirling inside you. The thrill of possibility dances on the edge of your consciousness, but so does the fear of the consequences.

“Do you really think we can get away with it?” you ask, trying to gauge just how reckless this girl is willing to be.

“Of course we can!” she exclaims, as if the answer is obvious.

Her infectious energy begins to chip away at your reservations. The idea of becoming a part of something thrilling and rebellious is undeniably appealing. The enforcers would never suspect someone like you to get mixed up in something so wild.

“Just think,” she continues, leaning in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You could finally fill that empty spot in your life. Stop being just another face in the crowd”

“Stop being just another face in the crowd”

You feel a surge of adrenaline at her words, and suddenly the thought of joining her seems like a thrilling escape from the suffocating routine of your life. The dull ache of monotony that has lingered for so long begins to fade, replaced by a flicker of excitement.

“But what if we get caught?” you ask, your voice trembling slightly. “What if they find out I helped you?”

Jinx laughs, a sound that dances through the tension in the air. “Caught? Please! What do you think is going to happen? The enforcers are too busy chasing after me to worry about some nobody in a boring apartment! You’ll be fine. Besides, a little risk is what makes life worth living, right?”

She leans forward, her mismatched eyes alight with fervor. “Just imagine it! No more boring days. No more blending in with the walls”

A part of you craves that thrill—the idea of finally breaking free from the shackles of your ordinary life. The monotony of your routine suddenly feels like a cage, and Jinx is the key, offering an escape you never knew you wanted.

“What do you have in mind?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper as curiosity tugs at you.

“Alright!” she exclaims, a gleam of mischief dancing in her eyes. “I’ve been working on something big, and it’s going to be spectacular! All we need is a little ingenuity and a touch of chaos. First, we’ll need to grab some supplies from my stash—explosives, smoke bombs, maybe a few gadgets for distractions.”

“Explosives?” Your heart races, a mixture of fear and exhilaration flooding your veins. “How big are we talking?”

“Not too big! Just enough to make a statement,” she assures you, her grin widening. “Trust me, it’ll be a blast—literally!”

You watch her bounce around the room, rifling through your tools with a wild enthusiasm. Your heart beats faster with every passing moment, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within you. This is madness. But it’s also a chance to feel alive.

As she holds up a particularly colorful contraption, Jinx’s eyes shine with excitement. “What do you say, partner? Ready to dive headfirst into the chaos?”

You hesitate for a moment, weighing the thrill of adventure against the safety of your ordinary life. But the allure of the unknown, the intoxicating possibility of breaking free, pulls you in.

“Okay,” you say finally, a mixture of resolve and trepidation in your voice. “Let’s do this. But we have to be smart about it.”

Jinx’s laughter rings out, bright and infectious. “Smart? Who knew you had a wild side hidden beneath that boring exterior! Don’t worry; I’ve got a plan. We’ll be out in a flash and back before anyone even notices we’re gone.”

As she starts plotting out the details, you feel a rush of excitement coursing through you. The enforcers may come after Jinx, but for now, you’re ready to embrace the chaos. You’re ready to step into the unknown and shake off the monotony that has weighed you down for far too long.

Together, you’re about to step into a world where the stakes are high and the adrenaline is real, and for the first time in a long while, you feel truly alive.

With her by your side, you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this is exactly what you’ve been waiting for.

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kierancaz · 1 year ago

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Soo I saw that you were looking for some writing inspiration/requests and I was wondering if you would be interested in writing a Thorin x Reader fic where Reader is part of the company and both of them really admire each other but are too afraid to admit it at first and before they confess their feelings there's some sort of miscommunication?

This just came to my mind and I hope it could inspire you a little :)

hey !! thanks so much for requesting something !! I tired my best but I have not written for Thorin before so sorry if he's a little ooc haha. Also sorry this took so damn long I kept starting and stopping and also screwed up my sleep schedule and then 3 days in a row kept getting stomach aches and just couldn’t write more than three lines T_T. If it feels inconsistent or confusing I’m sorry I got lost in the sauce and COULDN’T FIGURE OUT WHAT I WAS DOING but I hope you enjoy anyway :)

warnings : none details : reader is human, marriage plot that isn’t super important besides like ^^ the request

pre-post edit: I just went back and read the request again and this might not actually be what you asked for so uh, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna post this anyway bc well it’s written but if you don’t like it lmk and I will try again :)

𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢��𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

It was safe to stay that Thorin was not the happiest camper when you joined the company, but he couldn't deny that you intrigued him a bit. Only a little though, you must understand.

You had joined the company a fair bit later, when they were stopped by the tolls. You had arrived just before Gandalf and saw the group tied up. You were going to ignore them and just carry on your way, after all it wasn't any of your business. But watching the little hobbit try and stall for time while none of the dwarves caught on was amusing enough for you to lend your aid. You had a talent for sneaking around, you made no noise when you walked, had no scent you left behind, and with little effort could blend into any environment.

You crept up onto the rock behind where the group of dwarves was tied and dug around in your bag until you pulled out a mirror. The sun was coming up and just peaking over the rock that the trolls had been staying behind. Laying down flat you brought the mirror in front of yourself and moved it until it caught the sunlight and began to reflect it. You bounce it around for a moment, attempting to get a good angle. Finally, you hit the troll standing farthest away right in the face, there was a small noise it made but it was cut off by it's mouth turning to stone. Quickly its head and shoulders and chest also turned to stone.

"Huh, you say something?" The one troll that had been talking to the hobbit said as he turned around along with the other one that was standing over by the fire. They both gasped and the one that had been talking to the hobbit rounded on the little guy again, "what did you little ferret do?!"

"Ferret?" The hobbit stuttered for a moment, doing his best to hop away but fell on his butt. "N-Nothing, I- we didn't do anything."

"Why you little-" The troll made to grab the hobbit but you quickly adjusted your mirror and light been to hit the troll on the side of the head. It started to turn to stone and in an attempt to stop it the troll reached up to block the light but only managed to turn his hand to stone. The other troll shrieked in terror.

"The dawn will take you all!" Cried someone from atop the bolder with a booming voice. A second later he slammed his staff down and the bolder cracked in two, letting the sunlight pour through. All the trolls turned quickly to stone and the dwarves set quickly to setting themselves free. You slid back down the bolder and pocketed your mirror. For some reason, you didn't immediately leave.

"I think we owe someone our thanks." Said a older white haired dwarf as he walked up to you. Gandalf followed him.

"Y/n, fancy running into you here, though I can't say I'm upset." The old wizard smiled at you. You smiled back at him.

"Good to see you too, Gandalf." You turned and offered a bow to the old dwarf and "the name's Y/n, at your service."

The old dwarf smiled, he seemed very pleased with your politeness, and bowed back, "Balin, at yours."

"Is this the company you mentioned Gandalf?" You asked turning back to your old friend.

"What do you know of this company?" Came a rumbling deep voice from your left. You hadn't realized that someone else had joined you. His arms were crossed and judging by the slight crease in his brows he was not very happy.

"Ah- well," you cleared your throat and looked to Gandalf for help but he offered none. "You must be Thorin," you bowed the same as you did for Balin. "I know of your journey, Gandalf told me." Yes, blame the old wizard, that's fine.

Thorin turned to Gandalf with a glare, silently demanding an explanation from him. Gandalf cleared his throat and shifted his weight on his feet slightly, "I first asked Y/n to be our burglar, however she refused me."

"I had family business to attend to at the time." You said and Thorin turned his glare onto you, you stiffened slightly and suddenly wished you didn't say anything at all.

"What are you doing here now?" Thorin asked.

"Well... I was looking for you guys. I figured if I followed your road I'd come across you eventually."

"Why?" Thorin was not looking very pleased. You felt small under his stare and began to fiddle with your hands.

"I was hoping that, well, you may have room for another walker in your company?" Your expression changed into something unsure as you shrugged your shoulders. All Thorin did was stare and you glanced at Gandalf for help.

"She can be of use Thorin, she's very quiet this one, great for sneaking around." Gandalf nodded his staff towards you.

"She also did just save our skins." Added Balin and you were very grateful he had not walked off.

Thorin thought for a moment, but it felt like en eternity. He eyed you up and down before turning away and beginning to walk off. "Fine. But don't slow us down. If you do you'll get left behind."

You've been traveling with the company since then. So far you've made very good friends with everyone but particularly Fili, Kili, Balin and Bilbo. Over time you've also begun to greatly admire the leader of this company, Thorin.

You couldn't deny that you thought he was attractive, you had thought that from the moment you met him. But it was more than just looks you liked about him, you admired how much he cared for his people, his sense of duty to bring them back to their home in Erebor. He carries such a huge burden all on his own and is able to do it with grace and dignity, you understood a little of what that meant, though on a much smaller scale. He was brave and even though he was a king he was always first to throw himself into a fight to protect those around him. And even though he seemed cold on the surface it's very obvious that he cares for all his companions and would do whatever it took to make sure they were safe.

"Watcha lookin' at?" You jumped, Kili had his face right next to yours leaning over your shoulder. He laughed and sat on the rock next to you with his back facing the fire, you smack his arm.

"How long were you there?" You grumbled.

"Oh I don't know, long enough to notice you staring dreamily off at my uncle." He clasped his hands together out in front of him and bat his eyelashes at you in a teasing manner before bursting out laughing like someone told the most hysterical joke known to man.

"I was not! I was just thinking and I zoned out..."

"Sure, sure, whatever you say." Kili said once he stopped laughing. "You know you're so obvious right? Everyone sees it."

"Sees what?" You asked with a raised eyebrow and Kili rolled his eyes.

"That you're in love with him!" Kili hit you on the shoulder. "I think it's a good thing personally, Thorin needs someone like you. Someone fun who can lighten his mood, he's always so stoic these days, believe it or not he used to be fun."

"I'm not in love with him." You said and put your chin in your hands, your mood had soured and Kili didn't understand why. "I'm due to be married."

Oh. Oh. Thorin stopped listening.

He had realized you're staring a while ago. He thought, or maybe hoped, that you where staring at him, but it seems you really where just zoned out and didn't realize you where looking in his direction. He started paying attention more when Kili wandered over and tuned in when the two of you started talking. But now he didn't want to listen, you were probably going to go on talking about whoever it is that you're going to be married to and he didn't want to hear it.

"You ok there laddie?" Balin asked appear at his side.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" And it came out a little more snappy than he would've liked.

"No particular reason, just looked like you were staring off into space. But by your tone it sounds like something is on your mind?" Thorin thought for a moment before deciding he shook his head.

"I'm going for a walk." Was what he settled on and he got up and left.

"You what?!" Kili said in shock. "What do you mean?"

"I mean exactly what I said. Once I go back home I am to be wed."

"You don't sound very happy about it..."

"I'm not." You said. "I don't want to marry him."

"Then why are you?" Kili sounded almost mad. You furrowed your eyebrows at him.

"Because I have to Kili. I'm the oldest in my family and with our dad dead I have to be the one to bring in money somehow. There aren't many jobs for women where I am and this guy has enough money to keep my family off the streets and well fed. The reason I decided to seek out this company and join the adventure is because this is the last one I'll be able to go on..." Kili was silent.

Suddenly he shot up on his feet and rounded the rock to stand in front of you. "Thorin is a king. We are going to reclaim our home that is filled with mountains of gold. Tell Thorin you love him and then you can be happy and save your family! It's as simple as that!"

"Thorin is a king. It's not as simple as that."

Kili was making that face he does when he's confused and upset. Eyebrows creased together, pouting, and over all looking like a sad puppy dog. "Get up," he said and tugged roughly on your arm to pull you to your feet.

"What are you doing?!" You half shouted at him as you tried to pry yourself free. "Let me go you lunatic!"

"I'm looking for my uncle." He said and you froze for a second before beginning to fight him again. "He deserves to be happy and so do you, all it takes is for you to admit your feelings to him."

"How do you know that's all it takes?" You snapped and stopped struggling for a moment. "How do you know he thinks of me in the same way I think of him?"

You were every serious, Kili however was not and was looking at you like you had just said the stupidest thing he had ever heard. He sighed exasperatedly, your face crumpled in confusion. "Where is he? Do you see, Thorin?"

You took a look around the fire, "um, no, I don't."

Thorin was walking through the woods, he could still see the campfire and hear the voices of everyone so he wasn't far if anything went wrong, but he was far enough that he couldn't properly see any of the individual figures. You had a fiancé? You were going to be married. Thorin didn't know how to describe how he was feeling in this moment. Upset? Mad? Disappointed? Perhaps blindsided was the word, but how could just being blindsided by this information be enough to make him feel this bad. Why did he even care so much?

Well actually he knew why he cared so much. It probably had something to do with that intense warmth that spread throughout him whenever he looked at you. That tightening in his chest whenever you smiled, even if it wasn't at him.

He had noticed a while back the way he was beginning to think of you, but he shoved it down. Hid it away in fear that it would start to interfere with this quest. He needed to make a conscious effort to treat you the same as everyone else. But he still always caught himself wondering if you were tired and needed to rest, if you were warm at night, if you had enough to eat or drink. After a battle or after running away from orcs he always made it a point to check on you personally and he couldn't relax until he did so.

When you first met he thought you were attractive. Just a passing acknowledgement that, for a human, you were nice to look at. But over time, after seeing the way you would blend with the others in conversation, how even though you were the best fighter you still valued the others safety and were willing to put yourself at risk, how much Fili and Kili liked you. You were so kind and unassuming and you always offered to help.

One thing that stood out to Thorin, and that he especially admired about you, was that you stood up to him. It might sound weird, but he liked that you questioned him, and when you thought he was wrong you pointed it out. It didn't happen often, but when you did say he was wrong about something you were usually right. You argued with him when no one else did and somehow he thought that was very attractive of you.

He let out a long sigh and rubbed his temples, all of this thinking was useless. And also making him feel worse, like the hole in his chest was growing. The laughing from around the fire tuned him fully back into his surroundings and with one last look around (so he could at least say he was checking the parameter) he started to head back to camp. As he exited the trees and came back into the little clearing he heard the sound of his nephew.

"Aha! There he is!" Looking to his left Thorin saw Kili and he was pulling you with him. Well, not so much pulling as he was dragging, you were tripping over your own feet with every step and looked about ready to fall.

Kili then yanked you forward, practically throwing you into Thorin with a grin on his face that Thorin just knew meant that Kili knew something he didn't. Thorin reached out and caught you before you could face plant. "Kili, what's going on?" You scoffed as you stood up straighter and brushed yourself off, you had a very sour look on your face that just made Thorin more confused and slightly concerned.

"Y/n has something to talk to you about." He said and winked before running off to go whisper about something with his brother. There was a long stretch of silence and it was very quickly becoming awkward.

Thorin cleared his throat, "there's something you wanted to talk to me about?"

You jumped slightly, Thorin was standing there, hands clasped behind his back and face as un-telling as ever. You chuckled, "oh, uh, it's nothing really. Not that important or anything, you know Kili this is just one of his- uh- things..."

Thorin just grunted in response and turned away. You probably could've used this opportunity to run away but for some reason you didn't. There was another long silence, the two of you just standing next to each other and looking at the rest of the company sitting around the fire. At some point you saw Gandalf look over at you two and when he looked away you could've sworn there was a knowing smile on his face.

"I hear you're getting married once you return home after the journey." Thorin said suddenly.

"What?" You said whirling to face him, "how do you know about that?"

"I over heard you and Kili talking about it." He answered simply and without looking at you. You creased your brows before turning back to look at the company and the fire. Thorin glanced at you, "whoever he is, he's a lucky man."

"And I an unlucky woman." You said with a huff. "I don't want to marry him."

"Oh? Why not?" Thorin asked and turned to you.

"Why? Well for one he is the most arrogant self righteous man I have ever met. He thinks he's the gods gift to man and that everyone he interacts with owes him something. The only reason I even agreed to this arrangement with him is because if I don't my family will lose everything. I much rather marry-- someone else."

After your rant Thorin was feeling significantly lighter. He caught your stutter at the end and the side of his mouth corked up. "Y/n, what was it Kili wanted you to tell me?"

You turned to look at him, eyes wide, but were comforted by the smile on his face. "Well," you said looking up and away to avoid eye contact and clasping your hands in front of you. "Kili wants me to tell you that I'm in love with you. And I am, in love with you I mean."

Thorin chuckled and you peaked back at him, he had a soft smile on his face. "Maybe you're not as unlucky as you thought armâlimê.”

You opened your mouth like you were going to say something, but then what he said seemed to register. You paused and then looked over at him, “what did you just call me?”

He smiled at you softly and took your hand and looked down at it as he spoke, “we can figure out what to do about your family’s situation after the quest, I trust it won’t be to hard to find a solution then.”

Silently your hand tightened around his, touched by what he had said. “And just for the record,” he added looking up into your eyes, “I love you too.”

From a little ways away, over by the fire, you could hear whispered cheers and groans, and the clink of coins being exchanged. You looked over and Kili grinned back, shooting you a thumbs up and you couldn’t help but laugh feelings as light as air and happier than you ever have before.

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lunarleonardo · 9 days ago

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You like fanganronpas? If yes, which ones you like? :3

Ohhhh OHH I looove Fanganronpas. The only ones I've seen are Super Danganronpa Another 2 (i couldnt figure out how to play the first one :( i also just havent had much time), Danganronpa Despair Time, and Danganronpa Lapse. lunar ramble incoming

(will try to avoid spoilers for each fangan !!)

DRDT was the first one I saw, probably since I imagine it's one of the most popular, and ohh. I LOOOVE Teruko!! teruko they will never make me hate you. She and Whit are definitely some of my favs,, because. well. Who doesn't love Whit xD I also really like Nico :p I think they're sooo funny just. in general. btw chapter two had me in pieces thanks for asking

SDRA2 took me a good week to watch, and ill admit. i didnt finish chapter 6 (ノ_＜。) I was really sick when I watched chapters 3 and 4, and it didnt help that i was pulling all nighters because i was so hyperfocused i couldnt sleep. chapter 3's trial is unironically one of the most entertaining things Ive ever seen in any dr game AND fangan EVER. Like guys!! what is happening here!! that being said, I sort of knew who the culprit would be cus i was spoiled just a tiny bit, but I was STILL SURPRISED AT THE END cus ohhh my god. the twist. Sora is one of my fav protags ever btw I love yuri and NO not the character Yuri althohgh. he was really funny ill admit. He wasnt creepy in the Hifumi/Teruteru way and i really appreciate him for that. i also laugehd when they found him and he was like "Oh hi guys!" totally normally. dont get me started on... teruya and mikado ...... duuuudee they were actually tweaking literally what were they even doing. This fangan captured DR essence very well and took it a step further in an even more unhinged way, probably due to tbe lack of limitations on monetization n stuff, and honestly I APPLAUD that. i want what they have lowkey

Danganronpa Lapse is the one I played most recently and HOOOLY SHIT do not get me STARTED. ECHO!! ECHOOOO!!!!!!!!!! i was SO HAPPY finding a nonbinary dr protagonist you have no idea. and they were SOOO CUTE </3 DR Lapse is definitely a LOT shorter than any usual DR format and it deviated a lot, but despite that it still felt like a Danganronpa game and everyone there was SO. i was so in love with them. rip lyle you wouldve loved your turn to die. I do have to admit I was a little confused on the ending, but overall I really really enjoyed it. Also Zero was there and that makes it an immediate 11/10 thank you zero for accidrntally making me give you the funniest possible voice for your character

ok so it just hit me..now. BUT!! I have seen a little bit of Cartoons in Danganronpa!! I really really need to watch the prologue and..yknow...actual chapter instead of just watching the class trial and being absolutely blown away by every tiny thing. Theres a lot of characters in there I LOVE and especially seeing DIPPER GOD DAMNED PINES?? IN DANGANRONPA???? AND ERIC CARTMAN?? absolutely peak. funniest thing ever. but also i am so scared for the conclusion of that trial because the suspects are worrying. Also shoutout to Gaz for being the funniest one there . The artwork is so similar to their respective styles but you can still so clearly see a touch of the creator's own style and that really gives the entire fangan its own charm. The voice work!! Incredible. Thats another thing that hit me hard with DRDT TOO!! THE VOICE ACTING!! fuuuck it's sooo good ugh

another one is Ive seen the prologue to DR Mortalis Perpetua. I think it's a REALLY fascinating approach on the danganronpa style and I need to make the time to watch the new eps .. attention span please if you can hear me come back i need you

I love these fangans SO much and I love love seeing fangans in general. It's amazing seeing people's passions come to life, and i get SOO so happy whenever I see one. I adore peoples creativity, and even if it doesnt catch my eye, I still appreciate the passion and work put into those projects ^^゜゜(´O｀)°゜

And honestly? I really want to make my own fangan. I do already have one, a crossover fangan with my girlfriend, but I really want to make one in a video game format. I know I'll probably forget about this in like a month or two, but I have always wanted to try and make games. That would mean, however, I have to teach myself coding... @_@; so Ive been on Scratch. and it's going great (ITS NOT ITS NOT ITS NOT ITS N

if anyone out there has any tips for getting into making games... please help. I have a very bad habit of overwhelming mysrlf ( ；∀；) and i need a starting point lmao

anyway we'll see. I fear I might need to start looking into ADHD medication

#anon asks

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i do think you have to be a bit media illiterate to not understand that fandaniel is the way he is because hermes is so terrified of death and despair that it does a full one 180 and becomes this hysterical embrace of his fears in their totality. maybe the only reason i understand this is because i have severe anxiety, but there’s this peak you reach that i have coined “The Fuck It Zone” where everything becomes so scary and you feel so out of control that you stop fighting it and turn around and run directly at it. it’s a total acceptance of the absurdism of the life around you that is a cover up for true, unending fear and hopelessness that’s incredibly cathartic in its own way and i think they do a REALLY good job of portraying how hermes’s soul gets to that point overtime.

real as fuck!!!!! i understood and i love you. completely agreed its so easy to wrap around how hermes fell into that mode. fuck it all. maybe my fears are so right. plus knooowing. the guilt the unending guilt. that he fucked up soo badly and he repeats his endless pursuit in every life. bro has suffered more than jesus perchance idc he is wrong he says he is and never Really stops you from stopping him because he knows this on some level

#ffxiv spoilers

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scribbling-dragon · 2 years ago

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prompt idea: ranchers are very tired from rebuilding their ranch and so don’t think twice about just falling into the (one) bed together

they wake up in the morning Very embarrassed and flustered (and maybe admit some feelings 👀 👀)

moment of peace

summary:

Sleep.

He hums to himself, turning to look at the bed, shoved in the corner of the room, pressed up against the wall and facing the door. He thinks, maybe, it was done so it was in the best and most defensible position, but right now he can hardly think through his sentences without them becoming muddled with exhaustion and confusion.

Sleeping…seems like a good idea right now.

(ao3 link)

(1,839 words)

didnt quite get to the admitting feelings. but they are so somft in this. it's unbelievable (what's also unbelievable is that you wanna reblog this soo bad. ooooh. yeah, you do (is this working?))

His hands ache, dirt caught beneath the fingernails when he turns them over to look at them. He’s almost surprised at the lack of blisters, from the way his skin burns in odd places, just beside the joints, warm to the touch despite the cold evening air. He clenches his hands, watching as they shake for a moment, knuckles turning white, before he relaxes them again.

His entire body feels as though it is weighed down by leaden weights. His shoulders ache from stretching his arms above his head for the whole day, muscles overused from the rebuilding of the ranch. He aches down to his very bones, the ache long-settled within him- he’s been aching since the sun reached its peak, but he hasn't had the opportunity to stop.

The ranch is looking…better. The smell of smoke still fills the air, and he can no longer tell if that’s his imagination, or if the stench of charred wood is simply lingering around the ranch, as though it remains as a warning- a reminder. The grass is burnt and crisp underfoot, of no use to anything they might want to use it for. It spreads, too, a wide patch of browned grass, circling around the entirety of the building.

He pushes the door open, almost tripping over his feet in what could have been his most embarrassing entrance to a room he’s ever made. Tango looks up as he stumbles in through the doorway, bracing an arm against the wall to prevent himself from faceplanting into the floor.

Tango looks just as tired as he feels, ears drooping and tail dragging behind him on the floor, collecting dust and dirt, as though he’s too tired to hold his tail up. Jimmy’s own wings sag behind him, though they're far too short to come anywhere close to dragging on the ground- far too short to be anything but an inconvenience.

He nods in greeting to Tango, feeling far too tired to summon the words to give even the most simple greeting. Simply speaking seems like an insurmountable task, his entire body aching with fatigue as he simply stands there, blinking, and attempting to decide what to do. The ranch is rebuilt- rebuilt as best as it can be with the resources they have, at least. There is a roof over their heads once more, shielding them from the elements, and the holes in the walls have been patched, preventing the wind from snaking in and nipping at their skin as they attempt to sleep.

Sleep.

Sleeping…seems like a good idea right now.

Yeah. Seems like a really good idea, actually.

He shuffles towards the bed, sinking down onto the very edge of it. It creaks beneath his weight, the bedframe dipping towards the floor as he begins to pull his shoes off, nudging them aside with a foot, before he flops back on the bed.

He grimaces as he lands on his back, face twisting as he lands on his wings. Several feathers twist, misaligned from a long day of being buffeted by the wind. If he thinks about it too hard, which he’s trying his very best not to, he can feel each individual piece of dirt and grain of grit lodged between the feathers in his wings.

He can feel a small pulse of concern and confusion across the soulbond, and he rolls onto his side, completely lacking in grace, turning so he’s facing towards Tango, back to the wall. His partner stares back at him, still stood by the chest he had been rooting through when Jimmy entered.

The tip of his tail flicks across the floor, gathering more and more dust. It’s like…a really large feather duster. But if a feather duster was made from fur rather than feathers. He frowns. He’s not sure what that would actually be called- or if such a thing actually exists. Still, Tango’s tail continues to collect dust, simply gathering it up. He frowns a little deeper, staring at it as it continues to sweep across the floor.

He shuffles down the bed a little, pulling the blanket up from the bottom of the bed, tugging it over his shoulders. It’s a little thinner than the blankets he’s used to, but he cosies into it anyway, tucking it beneath his chin, watching as Tango continues to move idly about their small house.

The sound of shifting fur, the soft sound of Tango’s feet padding over the wood, is something familiar to him. Even with the few days they've spent together, the sound has become something he’s grown used to, listening out for it when they lapse into silence. Tango has a habit of making small noises, filling the silence with small sounds.

The first time Tango made a chirping sound, so similar to that of a cat, he hadn't realised Tango had been the one that made it. Only once an odd feeling of embarrassment that wasn't his own washed over the soulbond, did he realise it had been Tango. He hadn't mentioned it, noting Tango’s slightly red face and tense posture, and leaving it alone.

He hums beneath his breath as he works, too, tail twitching along with whatever beat he’s keeping to in his head. With Tango around, the silent moments are never truly silent- they're quiet moments now, filled with the small noises Tango makes as he works, moving about their ranch.

He allows his eyes to slip shut, tugging the blanket a little tighter around himself, content to listen to Tango moving around. He listens, drifting closer and closer to the edge of sleep, as Tango rummages around in their chests once more, the soft sound of items shifting against each other almost drowning out the sound of Tango’s voice completely, muttering to himself as he looks for something specific.

He’s not sure what Tango mutters, not the specifics of it at least, but the sound of his voice is familiar, something he’s grown used to- grown to expect since they've been partnered together.

As such, it’s easy to fall asleep. Laughably easy, to simply sink a little deeper into the bed and relax, letting everything drift away.

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The first sensation that he registers, on the verge of waking up, is that there’s something tickling his face. It’s an uncomfortable sensation, one that makes him squirm slightly in an attempt to escape from the tickling feeling. He stills, rather abruptly, when instead of managing to push himself away from the source of his minor discomfort, he’s instead held in place by a slowly tightening pair of arms, accompanied by a short groan.

That’s enough for him to open his eyes, despite the fact that the sun is barely risen and it's still too early for anyone to be moving about the server. At least, anyone with a little self-respect. People like Pearl are up at all hours of the night, though he’s not sure whether it’s with the purpose of inconveniencing Scott, or simply plain-old insomnia.

Still, he is very much awake right now, and trapped in bed by a slowly tightening pair of arms, keeping them pressed close together.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out that it’s Tango pressed up against him, from both the faint smell of smoke and fire that seems to constantly follow the man around, as well as the faint rumbling that he now knows means that the man is purring. Purring.

Now, they may have shared the same bed, rather happily too, for the past few days. Resources are short, and there’s hardly a point in stretching their already meagre resources even further when they can easily share a bed. It had been more convenient at that point, too, with the thin blanket only providing so much warmth, a shared space made it so that neither of them froze their fingers off during the night.

But there had always been a clear divide between their spaces. It wasn't one marked out with pillows, as he has heard people sometimes do - they don't have the resources for that many pillows, either - but simply an unspoken boundary, one that neither of them were willing to cross in fear of what may happen afterwards.

But…he finds himself oddly content like this. Tango has made a rather valiant attempt to smother him completely in his sleep (another point in the nether-cat theory column), and is clinging to him like a limpet to a rock. He can also feel Tango’s tail curled around his calf, the furred tip flicking back and forth idly, brushing along his skin.

If it wasn't for the deep, even breaths he can currently feel brushing against his neck, he’d think the other was awake, but lying just as still as he currently is to avoid waking the other up. But, no, he can feel Tango’s face pressed into his neck, can feel the way the other man shifts and breathes and twitches in his sleep; both of them pressed so closely together that they fit easily onto the single bed, legs tangled up in each other.

It’s actually rather comforting. This small moment of respite amongst the pain and horrors of these games. This brief moment of peace, when everything else is chaos and fire and blood. It’s something he hasn't experienced since the first game- since the first run-through of this song and dance. But the peace then had been derived from their naivety- their lack of knowledge as to what the game truly meant, what would follow once they began turning on each other. The second game was haunted by the ever-looming threat of one of your closest allies turning on you, waiting for the moment you turned your back and found a knife buried in it.

And yet, here, he finds himself comfortable in this moment of peace. It isn't blanketed by naivety, or tainted by distrust of all those he surrounds himself with. Instead, it’s something small and comforting. Something that he might not pay attention to, were they elsewhere. But here, in this moment, he feels entirely at ease.

Perhaps the knowledge that Tango could not- would not, turn on him is what eases his mind so gently. Or, perhaps, it is the simple fact that he can feel his heart thrumming just beneath his skin, and, if he concentrates, can feel another thrumming just beside it, beating to the same rhythm.

He closes his eyes again, curling closer to the warmth that Tango radiates. The soft smell of fire and brimstone hang heavy in the air, yet it’s so incredibly familiar when it comes to Tango.

Five more minutes won't hurt, certainly.

#asks #hoax the ghost #juno.writes #solidaritek #double life smp #dlsmp #trafficshipping #team rancher #ranch duo #jimmy solidarity #tango tek #solidaritygaming #tangotek #solidarity gaming #dlsmp fic #double life smp fic

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gojuo · 3 months ago

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omg im that person who sent you an ask like months ago about how I was catelyn and Robb trash before I became aegon and alicent trash. You've been one of the few hotd blogs I can stand because woahh why is this fandom so pleased with mediocre nonsensical work???

Reading your thoughts on each episode was healing because it was like FINALLY, AN INTELLECTUAL, and even though I never fully read the books (yet), the show pissed me off so much (and I have a twin bro who loves it *sigh*)

Anyway, I just discovered that you used to be an aot fan because I stumbled upon an old gifset you made, and YOU'RE AN EREN FAN TOO? Like being a fan of Eren post finale is so bad because all the content creators and meta writers just do not understand my boy. So, this just me fangerling over this lol.

Lastly.....I had a couple friends who only watched the show, but haven't read the manga practically beg me to give jujutsu kaisen a chance. Seeing your blog posts have made me hesitate. Would you recommend? T-T

thank you, and im sleep deprived, so that might explain the atrocious grammar.

OH AND, THAT GRRM BLOG POST. I AM SO GLAD HE SAID SOMETHING. Everyone calling him whiny or unprofessional can stfu. It's his work. His art. I'm glad there are those defending him. Because the nonsense being pulled isn't acceptable.

Omg thank you for the compliments that's literally soooo sweet I really don't think my takes are all that so your words are very flattering, thank you very much 😭🫂 and omg yes I know you sent me an ask and I'm soo sorry I haven't responded yet 😭 I get a lot of asks my inbox is always full plus I'm a workaholic who does a lot of overwork that's why I'm barely online/on hiatus in the first place so asks get buried all the time and I tend to ignore my inbox because I get so overwhelmed it's literally a never-ending cycle I just can't get out of 😭😭 I'll try to answer this weekend but no promises 😓

Oh man don't remind me of those AOT days.... You couldn't even say you understood why Eren did what he did or why there were flaws with Armin's group et al or why there was a point to the Yeagerists without getting hounded ... but to be fair I do think Isayama sorta failed in conveying his messages and themes properly but oh well ... It's done and gone I AM FREE and I will never discuss AOT ever again lmao

About JJK...... man.... it hurts.... It was so good...... until it wasn't 😭 Listen it starts out as a 6 or 7 out of 10 until it grows into a pure 10 out of 10 score for the Hidden Inventory & Shibuya Incident arcs ... and then it falls down a steep cliff right into a, in my generous opinion, 2 out of 10 score 😖 Post-Shibuya is so bad I can't even explain it bc it hurts too much to think about... I used to love this series so much and it turned into... this... It's heartbreaking. I only recommend JJK to you if you're aware that it's not that good and it's mostly carried by its battles rather than its plot or characters. And tbh the community is fun. I've had the time of my life when JJK was at its peak in summer '23 and even if the manga is ending in a few weeks, the anime is still ongoing for a few years at least, so there's that too if you care about that ❤

#moonlayl #answered

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blackbatcass · 1 month ago

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im so happy u turned ur anons back on they rlly thought they were baiting you, huh?

anyways! im sooo excited for the cass rebirth fic skdfewkd but in the meantime i DO wanna get into some arrowfam. ollie, roy, mia and connor just interest me so muchh but i havent read muc except for fics and even though i was supposed to follow my super specific reading order i wanna take a break from nw and the batfam and read something else.

like you said ga can be very healing!

anyways do you have a read list for me that includes all of them? thankss!

p.s nightwing vs green arrow was a question dc posted on their insta and the answers really surprised me! any insight on this?

LOVE YAAA

hey! <3333 tyyy i hope it lives up to expectation. LITERALLY reading ollie is so healing its good for the soul.

so this is like a comprehensive list of ollie comics, and this is a guide to everyone in the arrowfam. they’re super helpful if you want a broad overview

for my own personal recs, i think it's nice to start with green arrow: year one or green arrow stranded, to get a feel for his origin & time on the island. the hard traveling heroes (green lantern/green arrow) stories are also essential reading in that they basically established the modern version of ollie's personality and they're soo much fun, just beware of snowbirds lol.

from there green arrow vol 2 (1988) is the big one! pretty much Thee green arrow run, especially if you want to get to know ollie better. it's a lot of solid street-level ga stories in seattle, dinah's there, eddie fyers is there, and connor's introduced towards the end! if you're specifically interested in connor #102-137 was his original green arrow run. though word of caution that anything written after mike grell is a bit questionable.

if you're more interested in the 'arrowfamily' as a whole then you're looking for green arrow vol 3 (2001). it's 75 issues and a lot of fun. this is where ollie comes back to life, mia is introduced, ollie legalizes gay marriage, etc. it's pretty much just ollie hanging out with connor and mia and having some more street-level star city shenanigans, and i am very fond of it. that being said when judd winick takes over there is some questionable shit (you might want to just skip the arc with joanna pierce) but overall it's a fun time. roy shows up occasionally, dinah comes and goes. it's probably the best run to read if you want to get to know the arrowfam as a whole.

do not read green arrow/black canary unless you're desperate. it's bad. it's hilariously bad. do not trust anyone who tells you it's good. it is pretty harmless so if you just want to skim through for mia funny moments go ahead but...yeah it's trash.

post-new 52 there is not a lot unfortunately. a lot of it's garbage. the jeff lemire run is probably the most salvageable? and the rebirth one (volume 6) isn't as nauseating so that's also an option. but obviously you can read & enjoy whatever you want, maybe new52 ollie is your favorite ollie. i would say to read through some of this if you're interested in emiko but i can't really recommend it per se.

and that brings us to the current ga ongoing! you've probably heard us bitch about it a lot on here, but tbh it's been less bad & more mediocre. mediocre comics are just really frustrating to read through in real time. i might give it a try though, it has some nice moments even though it's not great, and williamson is leaving the title next month! chris condon is set to take over and has said the first arc is about street-level crime in star city, influenced by grell and o'neill. so i am VERY excited, it has the possibility to be peak. i think condon's run (issue 18) could be a great place to hop on!

so those are my green arrow recs! if you're more interested in roy, he usually features more in titans titles than ga titles so i have a separate list in my comic recs tag for him.

i couldn't find the ig post you were talking about? i have no clue how a fight between dick and ollie would go if that's the question. power scaling is not my forte by any means. i'm not sure how ollie's archery and dick's hand to hand fighting would match up. so i don't have a lot of insight on that sorry!

#ask #green arrow #comic recs

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not sure if you’ve already answered this but what’s your favorite season of criminal minds? & if u have one LOL what’s your very favorite episode? for me like it’s hard to explain but i feel like i don’t really notice the changes going by because it’s so gradual (unless a main character leaves or something) but then like i’ll be on season 10 or something and then come across a tiktok from s1 and just get hit with a wave of nostalgia like OMG DEREK USED TO HAVE HAIR. LMFAO or OMG remember when jj used to present the cases … or OMG the cinematography used to be like this etc etc like 😭 and then i start getting super nostalgic u know?? like i was watching the ep when gideon dies and all of a sudden when morgan and rossi started acting out like “ok i’m the unsub i came in this way and did this because of this etc etc etc” i got so much nostalgia again because i feel like they stopped doing that in later seasons 😭 like that was such a gideon era thing! i love some of the plot lines in the later seasons and i adore some of the new characters too but i do think pretty much every show declines in quality as time goes on even though again there’s lots of new plotlines that i just adore that weren’t there in the first few seasons but sometimes i get nostalgic for the quality of the first few seasons too 😭😭😭 so i always end up not being able to pick

sorry this turned into me rambling like a crazy person i’m not sure i explained my thoughts very well 😭😭😭😭😭 sorry again

i’ve been thinking about this too since i started my second rewatch LMAO the show really really severely declines in quality in every aspect, acting, writing, story, etc like it’s just not as good and it gets soo corny it’s a huge bummer!! my favorite episode is the one with the little girl who goes missing at the mall, i think it’s called seven seconds?? imo that’s one of the best done episodes in the entire show. that and 100 are fantastic in every way!! i think their best season streak was early to mid seasons, like 3-7. its just peak criminal minds vibes, before they lost the thread with all the characters, good stories, yk. and i also noticed that morgan stopped doing the “i’m the unsub” thing which was like his trademark! he’s introduced as the obsessional crimes expert and i feel like that really kinda tapers off and is never mentioned again!

#asks #show thoughts

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avengersassemble123 · 1 year ago

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||CHAPTER 19||

NOTE: DARK CONTENT, CONTAINS VIOLENCE, GORE, BLOOD, LOTS OF BLOOD AND GORE, CURSING, TARGETING, INSULTS, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH(S), ANGST, LOTS OF ANGST, IMPLYING OF SELF SACRIFICE, SUICIDAL THOUGHT, SUICIDE, BASED ON THE SERIES: ALL OF US ARE DEAD, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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"Inosuke is a man of loyalty."

"You too?" Tanjiro questioned to the blue haired boy who strided towards the window sill.

"I'm going too."

"Stop it. Come down." Zenitsu exclaimed, holding the former back, "Why?" Inosuke questioned.

"You can't go out there with that body, fatso."

Genya snorted, making the blue haired boy glare towards him, "What's wrong with my body?"

"What do you think?" Muichiro retorted, making the hotheaded boy hurl insults at them, while Tanjiro tried diffusing the situation, slightly scolding Zenitsu and Muichiro and calming Inosuke down.

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"Why do you keep following me?" The flame haired male asked, as the duo made their way through the narrow edge.

"Cuz I'm bored." Uzui shrugged, making the former let out a snicker, "Stay close." Kyojuro instructed, before they made their way towards a window. the former bent to have a peek but jolted away, "Can we go in?" The white haired male questioned before receiving a disapproved nod from the other, "Alright come back."

Both the males made their way out of the window's sight, before finally catching a breath. Uzui looked at his friend, who was staring intensely towards the window. "Soo.." He started. Kyojuro turned his head, attentive towards the male, "You like her huh? When's the proposal?" Uzui never knew a Rengoku to go even redder than their usual appearance.

"Is that really important?" Kyojuro lightly kicked his friend's leg, making the other yelp.

"I mean, I never knew you could like someone that way, since you're always busy filling your stomach with the abnormal amount of food."

"At least I have a liking towards 'one' girl."

" Touche asshole."

The buddies chuckled before letting out a sigh. They both at looked at each other, "So what are we gonna do?" Tengen questioned.

"I suggest we hang by our hands and go."

"Good idea."

A few seconds of silence passed.

"You go."

"You go first."

"You're more into these kind of stuff."

"You suggested the idea."

"You didn't had to agree to it."

An intense stare down took place before the orange haired male sighed and moved forward, bending down and hanging on the ceiling below the window by his hands, who was followed by the white haired male. "Guess participating in the Gymnastics club really had its pros." The white haired male grunted as the duo made their way downwards. Kyojuro grimaced at the sight below on the ground, where his crush's ex best friend growled and squirmed inhumanly, chasing and running aimlessly.

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Akari ran through the hallways of the ground floor, dodging the incoming infected. The girl slammed against the door, trying to open it when she was shoved down by an infected. The others hounded and pounced at her, as the girl tried getting away.

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The two boys climbed down the pipeline, reaching near the teacher's staff room. Uzui gave Kyojuro a nod, as the flame haired boy peaked inside the staff room.

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All the infected nearby pounced, forming a huge hump of bodies biting the girl almost everywhere. Akari clawed at the floor trying to get away, "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME??!!!!!"

The girl screamed in agony as she was continued to be devoured upon.

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Uzui helped Kyojuro to stand still, "What is it?" he questioned before being ushered to stay quiet by the latter, sounds of screams dawning upon their ears.

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The nearby room sign read 'Teacher's staff room' as Akari did not give up to move forward, tears building up in her eyes but look of desperation and determination covering her face, as she grunted and moaned in pain.

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Kyojuro once again peeked inside, this time kneeling down as he uncovered more clearer view of the room swarmed with the infected teachers everywhere, roaming aimlessly.

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Akari continued to crawl forward, crying more audibly.

She suddenly felt the pain decrease.

All the infected which had been feasting on her stopped and got up, moving in separate directions. The girl quickly sat up, leaning against a wall.

One of the infected students leaned in front of her, towering, before moving away as if she didn't exist.

Akari let out repeated exhales of relief, closing her eyes, completely supporting herself against the wall.

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Uzui let out anxious breaths as Kyojuro slowly slid open the window, trying not to grab attention.

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Akari slowly stood up, and walked at a deliberate pace, as the infected around her starred but continued in their own ways, ignoring her. She quickly brisked towards the staff room door, opening it and making her way inside.

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As Kyojuro slowly slid the window open, a thud was heard, making Uzui close his eyes, waiting for the misfortune, but quickly opened his eyes as Kyojuro gestured to him that the sound came from the other side, acting as a distraction for them, as the infected rushed towards that area, clearing the path for them.

Both the boys gave each other nods, before climbing inside the room as quietly as possible. The duo crawled behind the tables stealthily as to not get detected, moving as swift as possible before Kyojuro halted in his tracks, confused, making the other stop in his tracks too. The orange haired male turned towards the other male in confusion,

"What is it?" Uzui questioned, "Kyojuro gestured towards a series of thuds taking place, "I don't know. Lets go see."

Both the boys moved slightly forward, peaking through the open leg space of a table, leaning down as to not get detected.

The duo spotted a bloodied and disheveled girl seated on the floor on her knees, breaking phones with an metal object.

"I'll destroy them all...All of them..." The girl kept on muttering, as she broke phones one by one, no infected trying to reach her.

The boys looked at each other in utter confusion and surprise, "What the hell?" Tengen muttered.

Akari continued breaking the phones, before she felt her neck crack, catching her off guard, cracking of joints being heard. She looked over at the other phones laying on the table. Getting up, she continued to break the phones on the table, despite the painful and sharp cracks from her. She accidentally hit her left hand fingers, making tow of them break, but she did not styop as she continued hitting the phones with force, ignoring the obvious broken and now twisted fingers of hers.

A notification caught her attention, which came from a phone in front her, which read 'Toshinori: Upload."

Akari stared at the phone for a few seconds before clasping the object with both her hands and hitting it repeatedly on Toshinori's phone. "That bastard." She murmured, continuing to break the phone with much more force than before.

As she continued to break the phones, her sudden forces caused some phones to fall down, one of them coincidentally sliding towards the boys who watched the scene. The sliding phone caught their attention, as Kyojuro ushered Tengen to stay back, as gestured with his head to take the risk.

Akari's eyes turned towards a phone near her, before proceeding to break the device, unbeknownst of the other individuals present in the room. As Kyojuro almost reached the phone trying to pull it by his fingers, Akari heard a tap beside her causing her to cease her, slowly turning her sight towards two males, one with an outstretched hand towards a rectangular device.

Kyojuro and Akari locked eyes with each other, deep breaths and huffs exhaled from their mouths. It was silent for a few seconds before the girl saw red in her eyes, "I'LL KILL YOU!!!!" The girl pounced at the flame haired boy, trying to take the phone, while the boy tried getting her off of him, "Give it to me fucker!!! I'll kill you!!!" Tengen pulled the girl by her shoulders before slamming her into a cupboard, making the girl lose consciousness for the time being.

Tengen helped Kyojuro out before cursing out as they the infected gather, more running steps being heard towards the room. They rushed towards the window when Kyojuro realised the phone is broken, "Damn it" He slammed the phone down in frustration before looking around and running towards another one. Tengen kicked an infected student trying to defend himself. Kyojuro blocked a bunch by a chair while Uzui did with a bench. The former unable to decipher a clear path towards the other instructed, "Go first. I'll catch up." The flame hair made his way towards the exit door dodging and jumping over the benches while the other made his way towards the window. They both looked at each other, before the former made a run in the hallway, while the latter cursed, climbing up the window, nearly escaping.

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Toshinori dozed on one of the sofas in the principal creeped up towards him, "Hey wake up" Botan whisper-shouted, which startled the student and look towards the former.

"You're Toshinori Hasegawa aren't you?"

"What? Why?"

"How is it outside? The same?"

The latter took a deep breath, before relaxing and leaning his head against the sofa headrest, closing his eyes, "I don't know."

Botan stood up, "You know how to drive right?"

"..No"

"Yeah. Right. You guys drove your father's car and crashed it last year. Do you know what a headache it was for me?"

The student clicked his tongue in annoyance, "But why do you ask?"

The principal searched his pockets before removing his car keys from one, "My car is in the parking lot. The plate number is 6584." He placed the keys in the boy's hand, before removing a pair of socks from his drawer and seating on the seat across, putting it on,"Bring it here".

Toshinori leaned forward, his hands resting on his knees, "Why me?"

"Go through the window of the night duty room to the lot."

Toshinori threw the keys on the desk, before continuing to lean back on the sofa, "I don't want to." as he splayed his legs on the table, making the other raise his eyebrows, "You punk. Listen to your Principal!"

"But i don't want to.." The boy said, now glaring holes at the former's head.

Botan's gaze then went to the knife placed beside, as he reached for it hastily before the boy could reach for it.

The principal stood up, facing the sharp point of the knife towards the boy, to which the boy tried removing the object from the former's hands, "Give it to me." "Let go. You punk."

"Fuck I said let go." Toshinori forcefully pushed the Principle on the table.

"Damn it." Toshinori groaned in frustration as he casually swung his knife in the air. "Botan, who by now had stood up, gestured towards the door, sweat now dropping off his forehead, "Fine. Just go."

"Come with me."

'Why should I? Just go."

"Come with me to the car. I wanted a shield anyway."

Botan felt his spine run cold, trembling, "What's wrong with you? Stay away." He picked up a nearby vase, signalling the other to not come any closer.

"God. Look, Mr.Principal. If this were a game, I'd be....taking down the final boss, sir."

Botan's hands trembled as Toshinori took few steps towards him.

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Akari gained her consciousness back, as she slowly sat up, her eyes adjusting to her surroundings, her hands instinctively reaching towards her head, feeling something wet against her fingers, only to see red liquid on them.

Her gaze landed on the phones on the table in front of her. She slowly stood up from her place.

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Hisashi tightened the straps on Kanae, "Is that okay?" "Yes sir." Everyone readied themselves with whatever materials they could find to use as gear and shields.

"We'll go to the rooftop now." Hisashi addressed, "Please work together as we practiced."

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Everyone asides from few, were using the cupboards and shelves to block the infected, one of them trying to grab Ubayashiki's leg, "How much longer?" Hantengu yelled. "A little more." Gyomei answered back, as he rolled out the length of the water hose from the emergency kit on the wall, "Hold on!!" Hisashi instructed Kanae to cover for him, before running towards Gyomei, "I'll do it!! Block them with the shelves!!" "Yes sir!" Gyomei answered back as he instructed a colleague to help him get the desk out of the office. Hisashi removed the whole length before instructing, "Okay, come one by one." "Sir go first!" "You go first" "You first!"

"Anybody! come!" Gyomei yelled out. to which Hantengu ushered Ubayashiki to go ahead. One by one everyone ran, "Go hurry!" Hisashi yelled, as he turned on the knob for the water to flow.

"Okay. Run here together on my signal." Hisashi instructed Hantengu and Kanae, who were still guarding the barrier, "Three! Two! One! Now!" Both of them ran as instructed, as Gyomei and the colleague pushed the table towards the barrier, to prevent the shelves from collapsing. "Get back!" Hisashi yelled, as he readied himself. The two ran behind the former, as Hisashi sprayed the forceful gush of water from the hose on the infected to buy time. Kanae helped Hisahi on grabbing the hose, while Gyomei led the others towards the stairs leading to the top. "Charge!!" Hisashi yelled, as he moved closer slightly towards the barrier. Gyomei told the ministers to hurry up.

Hisashi noticed the barrier falling apart gradually, "Back up!!" "Yes sir!" Kanae answered back, as they both backed towards the door, not stopping from spraying.

Ubayashiki and the others reached at the rooftop door, but he froze when he saw the door being bound shut. "What now..." Hantengu questioned, "Move." Gyomei rushed towards the door, setting his pack down and removing his tools.

"Close the door!!" Kisashi yelled, as they both tried closing the door, fortunately being successful. They both panted leaning against the door, sweat formed on their faces, before the butterfly-clipped girl's eyes widened, "Captain, downstairs" Due to the commotion, the infected could be seen coming up the stairs, currently heading to the duo's floor. Hisashi, who had managed to extend the hose long enough, started spraying water on the incoming infected, as the girl tied ropes around the room's doors in order for the infected inside to not get out. They both them started their way upstairs, the man still showering the infected with water.

Gyomei veins could be seen pop out, as he tried breaking the lock with the metallic pliers, "Help him." Ubayashiki said, as he moved to help Gyomei, who was then followed by the other male colleagues. All of them strained as they pushed harder on either side of the pliers for the lock to break.

The door which was tied by the ropes, flayed violently as Hisashi and Kanae made their way.

"Okay one more time. One. Two. Three." Hantengu called out before all of them tried again by applying pressure to break the lock.

The door broke down violently, as the infected rushed out. The water intensity lowered down and came to a stop, whoch made Hisahi realise that the water limit if over. He hit the infected with the end of the hose, trying to buy some time, before he felt the hose being taken from his hand, and him being pushed backward, "You need to go now sir!!" Kanae yelled, as she started swinging the hose on the sick heads. "Kanae! Come on!"

"Sir I always dreamed of serving and helping the ones in need. That's why i joined you sir!"

"Kanae stop i know where you're headed with this-"

"I've always loved whenever my sisters idolized me. And I still would like for them to continue that. And besides," Kanae blocked one of the infected coming towards her, with the cloth rope of the hose, wrapping it around its mouth and slamming it against the railing forcefully, "I stick to what I believe is right." Kanae continued hitting the infected, buying time, "They need you sir the most. It was an honour to be under your guidance sir." Kanae glanced towards Hisahi for a moment, "Please trust me Hisashi san. Let me prove myself."

Hisashi took a deep breath, conflicts and thoughts racing his mind, "I'm glad to have you as my student Kanae. Your sisters are very proud of you. You are a brave comrade."

Kanae's eyes widened, a smile appearing on her face before nodding and distracting the infected. Hisashi cursed, before rushing up the stairs.

Gyomei, with the help of others, kept on pushing force until they heard a loud clunk, indicating to a broken lock.

As Kanae swung on the infected, she was tackled by one of them, as many started pouncing on top of one another. She felt searing pain in her neck and all over her body, realising what was happening. But the smile never faltered on her face, as she clawed and held onto the other infected, as to not let any of the other pass by.

Tears streamed down her face, but her smile remained as she felt dark liquid oozing out of her nose. She blocked the path with her body, bearing the pain of being bit everywhere, "I hope that you keep on smiling Shinobu and Kanao. You two look beautiful when you smile genuinely. I hope I made you proud...Shinobu, Kanao, Mom, Dad..."

Kanao blocked the path, until she felt her vision blur and turn into a deep red, before slipping out of her consciousness.

Gyomei made sure everyone was at the rooftop, before picking up his bag. He looked down towards the stairs, as heard pants. He set his bag down, slowly walking towards the source, as Hisashi came into his view, groaning in pain and out of breath. Gyomei tightened his hold on the pliers, on high alert, as he raised the pliers in a defensive stance. Hisashi looked up to see his student staring down at him with raised pliers. After Gyomei realised that Hisashi was fine, he prayed to God, before running down the stairs, 'Hurry up!!" but slowed down when he didn't see his friend, "Kanae? Where's Kanae?" Gyomei questioned before he looked to see a grief stricken and conflicted expression on his boss. "We need to move. Come on." Hisashi gestured and took the boy by the arm and ran up the stairs. Gyomei realised the meaning, devastation passing through his body, as he prayed to God, to rest her soul. They both ran out the door. Hisashi helped Gyomei to pick his tools and move out to the rooftop, before the latter shut and locked the door behind him.

Gyomei and Hisashi walked up to the rooftop, panting and out of breath, as they saw the other people waiting for them.

Ubayashiki noticed the lack of one's presence, his expression turning solemn, "Im sorry. I hope she gets the peace she deserves."

Hisashi slightly nodded looking down, before looking up at them, "You all did great. Is anyone hurt?" He questioned as the others answered a 'no', before hearing the metallic flapping sounds in a distance. They turned to see a chopper flying by. Hisashi removed a flare from his coat, as he threw it nearby, signalling their presence to the chopper.

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Kyojuro ran through the corridors, dodging the infected. He spotted an open window as he jumped through it. He ran out, before facing towards a wall out in the open. He saw the infected rushing towards him, as he continued to dodge and slam the sick. He snuck in through another open window through a corridor, as he was still chased by the infected, before entering a room and slamming the door shut behind him.

As he shut the door, he looked behind to see Toshinori tying up the Principal by some ropes. He made sure the door was shut properly, before slowly inching towards the scene, "Sir?" He questioned. "What are you doing? Grab this psycho!" Botan exclaimed, to which Toshinori pulled him by his collar, glaring at him. "Hey Toshinori." Kyojuro called out. "Kyojuro," Toshinor called out, "Come and tie his arms. He wont stay still."

"Hey. What are you doing?" Kyojuro questioned once more. The other boy now looked at him, "Come and tie him up."

"You're finished!! You're expelled! Untie me!" The Principal exclaimed, to which Toshinori picked up the knife beside him and pointed it at the senior's throat. "Toshinori!" Kyojuro called out, "Don't do that." as he walked forward.

Toshinori now stood up properly, looking at the flame haired boy, "Don't do what? This principal bastard tried to kill me." He pointed outside, "He told me to go out and get his car." Toshinori then aggressively pulled Botan's collar and pointed his knife at his throat again,

Kyojuro removed the cell phone he grabbed from earlier, from his pocket, before unlocking it and holding it up facing its camera towards the two, as if he was filming it. Toshinori after realising, staggered back, hiding the knife behind his back.

"That's it. Good job." Botan said.

"I'm filming everything." The red haired boy spoke, "Let him go or I'll send it to the police."

"I'm going to kill you." Toshinori growled.

"Stop acting like a human trash. No one respects you just because you act tough"

"I'm the head boss of this school now." Toshinori said, pointing towards his surroundings, "Don't you get it?"

"My ass, you are.." Kyojuro growled, "You're just a loser scumbag who'll spend his entire life serving bullies."

Toshinori tilted his head slightly, no longer hiding the knife, as he slowly walked towards Kyojuro, "Say that again."

Botan got up on his feet, trying to get away, but was spotted by Toshinori, who jumped on the table and sliced the principal's neck. Botan fell on the couch, blood squirting out from the would, as he quivered and shook violently, his white shirt changing into red. Toshinor stared down at him, before turning towards the other boy, who gasped, eyes widened, as his hands slowly retracted down in shock.

"You fucking..." Toshinori spoke, walking towards the other, as he cleaned the knife on his already stained shirt, "Am i still a loser? Am I?"

Kyojuro looked at Toshinori in shock. The former continued, "Everyone who doesn't listen to me dies. Give me the phone." He raised his hand, asking for it.

You just killed-"

"Give me the phone!" Toshinori yelled before swinging his knife at Kyojuro, who rushed towards the door, and bent down, dodging the attack. Toshinori kicked him back making him fall down.

Kyojuro groaned in pain, as the phone slid away at a distance. Toshinoro went to pick it up, but was body slammed by the flame haired boy to the other side. Kyojuro grabbed the phone, breaking into a run out of the office into the corridor, as Toshinori cursed and chased after him.

The two boys ran in the corridor. Toshinori while chasing, got slammed by an infected towards a wall, which made him curse and aggressively stab in the neck, before continuing to chase after the boy. He threw the knife at the running boy, which struck Kyojuro's back, making him yelp out.

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YASS FELLAS IM ALIVEEE!! IM SORRY SINCE I HAD A HECK TON OF WORK TO DO (AND STILL DO).

BUT AS A COMPENSATION FOR ME NOT POSTING FOR A WHILE, HERE'S A LONG ASS CHAPTER FOR YA FELLAS!!

HOPE YALL LIKE IT!!!

DONT FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT!

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RANK 1989 AND FEARLESS RIGHT TF NOWW

i cant even complain anymore bc i brought this onto myself ahaha

1989

this love - the bridge of this song actually KILLSLSSSSS me everytime it makes me FEEL THINGS OMG LIKE. the production is like a wave just HIT ME IN THE FACE,, and the added echos onto taylors version????? PUT ME LITERALLY 6 FEET UNDERGROUND ITS SO GOOD,,,, im so glad that people are finally starting to give it attention bc of it being one of the 2 tvs on 1989 bc this song really is THAT GIRL

you are in love - this song is literally all i want to experience in life,,, its another underrated gem and its sosososo cute and i love how she wrote this about jack antonoff thats peak friendship tbh

wildest dreams - so iconic how she put her actual heartbeat into this song,, also have u heard the music video version of this???? basically, towards the end theres added instruments and it sounds more orchestral and ASIGDUSDGLHFASTFGYUASGDJHAIISUFGHJKAFDSGH

style - THEEEEEEEE STRUT SONG. CATCH ME ON A WEDNESDAY NIGHT IN MY ONESIE PRETENDING LIKE IM ON A CATWALK IN MY BEDROOM. im not a haylor stan BUT thank u harry styles for making this song happen (same goes for out of the woods which brings me to my next ranking,,,,....)

out of the woods - THE PRODUCTION. PUT THE SONG ON AND PROPERLY L I S T E N. jack antonoff and taylor put their whole soul into that bridge bc....,..,, the build up to that big moment and the layering of sounds and then the pull back of the production on 'you were lookin at me' to show that all of the anxiety from outside of the relationship fades when she looks at HIM AND OAFIUAGFHLSVHDG (im so normal about this)

i know places - ok 1989 has the best production ever tbh,, bc the click of the recorder thingy at the start and end of the song to show that shes constantly being watched by the public????? *CHEFS KISS* its always super interesting to see insights like this into what its like to be famous, and this song with all of the themes of being anxious in a relationship bc of people watching is soo reminiscent of out of the woods (and u already know how i feel about that song hahaha)

blank space - this song is reputation (lyrically) before rep even existed,, the whole thing with her leaning into the untrue persona people gave her is very rep coded + this song is probably the most iconic thing to come out of 2014, and its also so funny bc when it came out i didnt know it was satire, so 8 year old me was yell-singing 'boys only want love if its torture' with my WHOLE BODY LMAOOOO and i turned out to be a lesbian so maybe i was onto something there

wonderland (gotta preface this by saying that im NOT a gaylor,, im just gonna say how i interprate this song for myself ) - i listen to this song in a very lesbian way. the idea of a relationship being doomed bc of peoples thoughts but being in ur own bubble in the magic of it all anyway??????? lesbian. 'too in love to think straight'???? lesbian. also the b

shake it off - i unironically think this is such a bop. idc what yall say,, if ur a shake it off hater u just dont know how to have fun,, haters gonna hate i guess

new romantics - this song is soooooo 1989 tour. whenever i think about it i mourn the fact that i didnt go and experience it

welcome to new york - ICONICCCC ALBUM OPENER. the progression from 'some day i'll be livin in a big old city' to 'welcome to new york it's been waiting for you' makes me want to sob. also her going 'the lights are so bright but they never blind me' to 'the lights and boys are blinding' ON THE SAME ALBUM is so funny like girl why are u lying😭

all you had to do was stay - this song is so funny bc didnt she say that she heard the high pitched 'STAY' in her dreams and then put it in the song😭, also i love the genre of taylor song that is actually lyrically so sad but is paired with really upbeat happy production😭 for example august and forever winter

clean - i have a confession, i didnt like this song for yearrrrsss but now ive matured and im sane and i understand that this is such a perfect album closer, i love how its a lot calmer than the rest of the album and i really love the secret message for this song in the album cd booklet 'she lost him, but she found herself, and somehow that was everything'

how you get the girl - iconic of her to have a literal instruction manual for men with no communication skills. and its a bop so there really is something for everyone here

i wish you would - this song kinda reminds me of i almost do (aka one of my faves off red)

bad blood - iconic music video, iconic feature with kendrick lamar BUT. the lyrics arent up to her usual level,, however the bridge is still rly good,, i just think that reputation executed this songs vibe a lot better

fearless (im already dreading this omg,, why is it SO LONG) also just for fun im gonna put this emoji ☔️ on every song that mentions the rain or a storm bc theres sososo many

come in with the rain ☔️- shout out to me for bring the only person who appreciates this song,, like.....,.,.,.,,,,,, 'hoping that someone will come back and just watching the 'and i, ive got you down / i know you by heart / and you dont even know where i start' HELLO? this is such a comfort song and it is very relatable 13/10

the other side of the door ☔️- another underrated bop BURIED by the sheer number of songs on this album😭 the outro alone should make this song more popular bc LISTEN TO ITTTTT

the way i loved you☔️ - shes so silly for this bc this mindset is exactly what she was taking about growing from in daylight😭 anyways,, iconic bridge,, so fun to sing, another 13/10

you belong with me - PICK ME ANTHEM🗣🔊💥💥💥💥 also i saw someone post that its rly funny how the song says 'i remember you drivin to my house in the middle of the night' but in the music video taylor and the love interests are next door neighbours😭 like why are u driving 10 meters king !?

breathe - ANOTHER COMFORT SONG (the lyrical content is actually very sad but whatever) its about a friendship breakup and to me it also is very reminiscent of a wlw breakup and iahdouslahgdhfgsadfhjgshjadf also i love the outro sm (the im sorry repeat part) anddd idk why but i find the way she sings 'and we know its never simple never easy' soo satisfying

fearless☔️ - THIS SONG IS SO FUN IM SO GLAD SHES PLAYING IT ON THE ERAS TOUR BC IT SO PERFECTLY REPRESENTS THIS ALBUM AS A WHOLE WITH THE FREENESS OF THIS LOVE AND THE RAIN LYRICS AND THE BANJO AND EAHHASAGDFHGLSDAHFSDGF

white horse - i love this song sm bc in all her old albums (including this one) she really emphasises the whole perfect fairytale romance thing but in this song she flips the whole thing and shes like nvm ive been delusional bc this isnt a fairytale, i deserve better, and and ur actually not allathat. byee

youre not sorry - THE MELODRAMA HAHAHAHHAH I LOVE THIS SONG, also im obsessed with the speak now mashup where she did back to december/apologise/youre not sorry bc thats probably my favourite ever live recording of her

bye bye baby ☔️- the first line is so good bc she says 'it wasnt just like a movie / the rain didnt soak through my clothes (❌☔️)/ down to my skin' bc this whole album shes talking about fairytale romance and kissing in the rain and here shes like nah i lied i was over romanticising this bc this didnt actually happen lolz (similar to white horse)

fifteen - this song is so relatable bc this exact thing happened with me when i was 15☠️ also why are her songs about abigail always the saddest things ever bc we have this one AND HAPPINESS???????? abigail was going thru it fr..,. oh and production wise i love the brief pause and the drums at 3:48 (this is very specific but whateverrr lol)

love story - what can i say...,.,,, its literally love story..,,,,,.,,,,.. the song of the century tbh, its not my personal favourite but i still adore it sm and i love the romeo juliet aesthetic and i love how shes wearing romeos shirt in the fearless taylors version cover (also apparently taylor wrote this song in 20 minutes???? thats crazy talent)

dont you - im obsessed with the vocal layering on 'my heart knows what the truth is' in contrast to the rest of this fairly simple song. also i love the parallel between 'sometimes, i really wish that i could hate you / i've tried, but that's just somethin' i can't do' and 'i can’t make it go away by making you a villain'

we were happy - to make this even more depressing i like to imagine this song sung by the person from mary's song,, where before they were these childhood friends-lovers who thought they were gonna be together forever. 'and our daddies used to joke about the two of us / they never believed we'd really fall in love' to 'talking 'bout your daddy's farm / and you were gonna marry me'

forever & always☔️- she ENDED joe jonas in this one LMAOOOOOOO 'was i out of line? / did i say something way too honest / made you run and hide / like a scared little boy' kills me hahhahahha

tell me why - i cant relate to this song but it is so fun to pretend to be angry and sing

thats when☔️ - most of the fearless vaults are super underrated and that makes me so sad actually, bc this song is so nicely produced it feels so light and airy

you all over me☔️ - 'once the last drop of rain / had dried of the pavement' is a very iconic lyric for such a rainy album. its good closure only...,,.,,,, THE ALBUM IS NOT FINISHED BC ITS 26 TRACKS LONG

mr perfectly fine - ok im gonna say it, this song is overrated. im SORRY,,, i love the song (especially the key change bc omg) but i feel like forever & always said everything this song did but in a better way???? but i do appreciate the sarcastic nature of this track

the best day - GOD BLESS ANDREA SWIFT

today was a fairytale - ok from this song ranking down i feel like the songs could have been cut out of the album,, bc honestly these songs are the reason why fearless drags on and is my least favourite ts album :(((( if these werent on it fearless would be higher on my album ranking,, anyway i think that today was a fairytale is super cute and nice but its very generic lyrically (also i like to imagine this song to be about the too perfect bf she talks about in the way i loved you)

untouchable - when i found out this song is a cover i was actually shook to my core bc the og is rock and it sounds so different😭 props to taylor bc she rly did make the song her own

change - the hallelujahs in this song are funny bc its literally christian country girl cosplay😭 go off i guess??????? one time my dad gave me the aux at church (hes a priest) and he told me to put on some christian songs and i played this one LMAOOOOOO

superstar - this ones cute, its like those one direction fanfics where a member would fall in love with a fangirl

jump then fall - this song is nice ! thats all i can say tbh

hey stephen☔️- whyyyy is this on the album,, stephen i do NOT care about u and this song is boring sorryyyyyyyyy,, the only good part is the mmm mm mm m m mmm m m OHH AND THE 'all those other girlssss yeah theyre beautiful / but would they write a song for you?? HA'

im not putting if this was a movie on here bc that is NOT A FEARLESS SONG. ITS A SPEAK NOW GIRLIE IDC. TAYLOR CANT GASLIGHT ME

#this took me hours😒#i dont have the energy to reread so if theres grammer mistakes sorryyyyyyyyyy #bea tag #asks #taylor swift

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