#like I know I can't consistently walk a dog

[bi-galacticgargleblaster]

Tryna look up low maintenance pet options online and it honestly frustrates me so much, like I would 100% prefer "hey maybe your life situation doesn't suit looking after a pet right now, try a plant or a stuffed toy?" instead of trying to convince me that *rats* and *parrots* are "low maintenance"

[semisolidmind]

Drops these thoughts in exchange for absolutely mauling your art.

Saved catnap would be down right horrifying to encounter in the woods-

If your just going for a quick walk, I think he’d just stalk you, ensuring you never get close to Angel’s property.

If you’re there for other reasons……well….CatNap has been debating making a new shire for Angel….(much to everyone else’s dismay and horror…)

And if the person sneaking onto the property has features resembling Angel (hair, eyes, clothing, etc), it gets a little…..off putting to into the barn….

(Also the image of CatNap just licking poor Angel while they’re sleeping beside him is so strong. Even more if he’s doing it to annoy DogDay and rub his scent on angel. Gotta lay your claim to your savior somehow!)

(oh god...catnap barn shrine.... consists of some stolen shirts, a comb, perhaps a throw blanket and some pillows, a picture (with anyone other than y/n scratched out) stolen from the mantle, a spare hairtie or two...anything catnap can get his paws on while the others are distracted or out of the house)

and the idea of catnap occasionally "borrowing" his savior has been on my mind. like, he'll get just close enough to them, quietly from behind, to subtly breath a little red smoke on them. just enough to knock them out. then he'll gently carry them up to his nest in the barns' hayloft. he just wants to hold them, but knows y/n doesn't trust him enough to really let him close.

he spends that time where they're knocked out nuzzling them and purring up a storm. he knows the stupid dog will be breaking down his door to retrieve y/n as soon as he realizes they're gone, so....catnap makes the most of his time with them.

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ive also been imagining a scene where y/n leaves dogday and the girls inside to make dinner, and goes out onto the back porch. it's dark, and they can't really see much beyond where the porch light can reach, but...they know catnap is out there. they can see the barest trace of his lanky silhouette in the trees beyond the barn.

his white pupils glow through the gloom. his heavy stare pins y/n in place.

with no better ideas, y/n sits, legs dangling over the edge of the deck. they maintain eye contact with catnap. after a beat of silence, they make the one noise no cat can resist.

pssp pssp pssp.

catnap is confused, if the perk of his ears and small tilt of his head is anything to go by.

but, he does take a slow step out of the trees, recognizing the sound as a summons. he begins to cross the yard, getting closer, never taking his eyes off of y/n. his slow stalking gait is anxiety inducing, but y/n tries to keep it together. they have a plan.

they want to get catnap more comfortable with them, with the house, to help better integrate him into their little family. perhaps a little TLC will make the stray cat more personable.

he looks ready to run despite his intimidating facade. his long tail flicks from side to side. curious, but cautious. his eyes never leave y/n.

catnap slowly gets closer and closer, eventually coming into the light. y/n always forgets how big he and dogday actually are; that sheer size is less threatening on dogday, who y/n knows won't hurt them. they're not so sure about catnap.

the massive toy looms over them in spite of his cautious, low posture.

y/n slowly raises their hands, palms upturned. an invitation.

catnap's eyes flicker to their hands for a second before returning to their face. y/n can only hope he understands what they're inviting him to do.

the feline slowly, carefully, steps forward. he sets his heavy head into y/n's palms. he begins to purr when they ever so softly begin to scratch his chin and behind his ears.

moving out of y/n's space, catnap backs away. quiet and uneasy, y/n lets him go. they know that the process of "rehabilitating" him will take time and patience. getting him used to them and the others will be a struggle. but for now, they're just happy that they could get him to accept touch at all.

he knows that the small, tentative smile on their face is...proud, perhaps. happy that he's accepted their care. despite his hesitation, he soaks in the feeling of his savior's hands on him. he can't remember the last time he'd felt a gentle touch. catnap leans into the motions, eyelids drooping a little in contentment. his white eyes remain locked on y/n's face, his pupils dilating a bit. they seem more at ease with him like this. he basks in their simple affection for several minutes, his purring the only sound; he's thoroughly enjoying the peaceful moment between the two of them.

however, a crash from inside and the raucous voices of the other toys startle him into alertness. his eyes widen, pupils shrinking back to slits and his ears lay flat against his head. he hears y/n gasp in surprise, pulling their hands back. catnap's a bit disappointed at the loss of their touch, but knows that it's better not to invite the ire of the other toys by lingering too long. the moment has passed, and he can feel y/n's unease growing again.

the large toy stalks off into the darkness. y/n waits until he's safely beyond the trees to stand and open the door. they cast one last look into the night before heading back inside to mediate whatever accident just occurred.

catnap, as standoffish as he appears, treasures the small gesture he's just received. he returns to the woods, pleased and purring to himself; thinking about the scrap of affection he's been granted from the hands of his beloved savior. he'll be sure to seek them out for more.

[norrisleclercf1]

Day 6 of 25 Days of Christmas: Taking niece/nephew to meet Santa

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Words: 784

Rating: PG

Warnings: None, Fluff

"Are you sure you're okay with doing this, Carlos?" His sister stood before him, bouncing his niece, who was pouting that her mother couldn't take her to meet Santa Claus. Of course, we were going shopping anyway, and I think it would be fun; what do you think, pequeña?" Carlos asked, reaching out and pinching her cheek, which made her giggle happily. She then remembered she was supposed to be upset and went back to pouting.

His sister laughs and bounces her one last time before hanging her over, kicking her feet little feet as Carlos chuckles, little Isla clinging to him now. "Byeeee, you will be a good girl for Uncle Los and Aunt Y/n. You understand me," her mother says. Isla waves bye before looking at Carlos with her wide hazel eyes. "Y/n?" She asks softly, and Carlos chuckles and kisses her cheeks. "In the kitchen, go," He says, letting her down, watching as she rushes off and hearing a squeal and your laughter.

"Is that my favorite niece staying here with us today?" you ask as Isla hugs your leg. Carlos comes around the corner and smiles brightly. We're taking her to meet Santa Claus," Carlos explains, and you gasp, looking down. Are you meeting Santa Claus today?" you ask, being so happy you're allowed to do this. Isla nods happily and looks up at you with her big eyes.

"Yes," she squeaks, and you coo softly. You quickly bend down, pick her up, and hold her close. "Y/n, will you meet Santa Claus with me?" She whispers, and you turn and nod your head. "Of course, Uncle Los and I will meet him with you," she giggles and clings to you as you smile. "Hey, why don't you go play while Uncle Los and I talk?" You ask, and Isla nods, her little legs kicking already, as you let her go and watch her run to the living room.

"Why are we taking her to Santa? That is the thing parents should do; isn't it important? I don't know, milestone," You ask, and Carlos bites back a snort. "Y/n, she's four; she's met Santa before, just this year, her mom can't, so she's asked us," You calm down; you and Carlos have only been dating a year or so, but Isla took to you quiet quickly and has consistently called you Aunt Y/n.

"Okay, so we just get a picture with Santa and move on with our holiday shopping?" You ask gently as Isla comes running back with Pinon, following her bouncing as she stops. "Uncle Los, I drew you and Santa; you both wear red suits," She smiles brightly, and Carlos bends down, smiling. "Thank you, baby. Why don't you go draw Y/n a picture as well," Kissing her forehead, Isla nods and runs off, Pinon bouncing after her, making you giggle; that crackhead of a dog loved her and always followed her around.

"So, wanna go meet Santa?" He asks, and you roll your eyes.

"It's Rudolph, Uncle Los, it's Rudolph," Isla tugs on Carlos's shirt, pointing at the reindeer next to Santa Claus. "Yes, I see, wanna feed him a carrot?" He asks, and you smile, holding her little coat. "Aunt Y/n, you help me?" She asks, leaning into your leg, and you look down, smiling. "I'd love to, sugar." You smile, making Isla squeal as you two move closer to the front.

"Would you like a carrot?" The lady asks, smiling brightly as Isla nods her head and gladly accepts the carrot. Isla walks up but stops getting nervous. "Here, baby," you say, leaning down, picking her up and holding her close. "Want me to feed him?" You ask, to which she nods, and you gladly take the carrot, "Bet his nose," You say, and Isla gently reaches her little hand out and giggles when the reindeer licks her tongue.

"Okay, watch," you slowly hand out the carrot as the reindeer accepts it and starts munching on it, making Isla squeal happily and kick her little legs. "Wanna try?" And hand her another carrot that she quickly holds out and watches the animal devour it. "Ready for your picture?" You ask, and she nods her head quickly. As you slowly sit her down, she rushes towards Santa; Carlos immediately pulls his phone out, snapping tons of photos.

"Uncle Los, Aunt Y/n, come," she whines, and you can't help but laugh and move as Carlos hands off his phone, smiling as you two take a photo. "What a cute family," one of the older women whispers, making Carlos smile as he says thank you and scrolls through the pictures.

Yeah, he wouldn't mind having a mini-you around.

[luimagines]

Omg requests are open!!! Remember to take care of yourself! And 3 requests per person you are so generous!

Anyways how about.... The chain with a stressed out college modern student lmao (maybe they're studying to become a veterinarian, because that's what I'm going to college for this year lol👀)

Remember to take care of yourself and take your time💕💕💞

Oh goodness, this took forever to get to. Um... So how'd your school year go?! Did you start the second year already?

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"GGAAHHH!!!" You yell into your hands, rubbing them over your face and into your hair, trying to not pull it right out of your scalp.

"....I guess they're dead." Wild shrugs unhelpfully, walking calmly past you.

Sky picks up your fallen book, giving you an amused, if concerned look. "Problem?"

"It's too much stuff." You groan, taking the book back. "You know, when I chose to be a vet tech I didn't think it would consist of overloading my brain until it felt like it was leaking out of my ears."

"What's a vet tech?" Wind hops to your side, peering over your arm to get a better look at your book. He has no idea what it says but there's a cute picture of a dog on the front. The book is also very shiny and colorful. He has no idea what it's about.

"A doctor." You say, deciding to put your text book in your bag. "But for animals."

"Think you can take a look at Epona at some point then?" Twilight asks from somewhere to your left. you can't even look at him, your head hurts.

"I guess?" You rub your temples. "I'm still learning and there's only so much my textbook has on horses. But I can try. I'd need some experience anyway."

Hyrule stops and calmly activates the healing spell on his hands. Your head ache goes away at once.

You turn to him gratefully. "Traveler, I'd kill to have that ability of yours."

He smirks. "It's rather convenient, but I thought doctors were healers. No killing for you."

You stick your tongue out at him. He remains unapologetic.

Time puts a hand on your shoulder. "If you need more experience with horses, you're always free to take a look at our horses at Lon Lon."

"For free?" You deadpan.

He meets you head on. "We only pay the professionals, not the trainees."

You pout harder. "I hate that. I get it. But I hate it."

He chuckles.

Four rolls his shoulders and checks your hip simply because he can. "So what's that book about? Animals?"

"It's my text book." You say, patting your bag where it sits safely tucked away. "It has all the information I would need for my classes and then some." You rub your eyes again. "I swear I'm going t have this entire book memorized before I get home. I had a test on Tuesday for crying out loud."

"It's admirable that you're still studying though." Four smirks at you.

"Studying, the only words that very blatantly describes the acts of students dying." You grumble.

Warrior laughs out loud an smacks your back, nearly sending you careening into the gravel trail face first. "I remember those days. I couldn't wait to get away from the desk and on to the field!"

"Yeah?" You say, relaxing a little more at the common experience. "What for?"

"Knight training of course." He shrugs. "Had to learn the laws like the back of our hands. Fighting came after."

"I remember that." Sky stretches his arms over his head. "Hated it."

"No time like the present." Legend shrugs. "You're on the field now whether you like it or not. Nothing like learning on the job."

Somehow, you don't feel like that bodes well for you. "Remember, I'm studying animals, not people."

"We're not all that different though." He pops his back. Legend looks at you with an unreadable gleam in his eye. "You might want to give a check up to Wolfie too, while you're at it."

You smile. "Dogs I can do. Horses will have to wait a little more."

Twilight throws something at Legend head, but you don't know why.

[ryuzakemo128]

“Love you. You're the best.” - Fennec Fox! Female! Reader.

Pairing: Ghoap x fennec fox female reader

Content warning: fluff. Fennec fox hybrid female reader. Smut at the end.

Note: Got tired of seeing dog and cat hybrids yet no fox ones - Like c'mon guys it's THERE - Do you not see the potential-

Words: 1326

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Summary: You boldly said it so loud, he could have sworn you said it louder on purpose, “Love you, you're the best.”

Ghost, who had been watching the playful exchange with a mix of amusement and curiosity, was caught off guard by your sudden declaration.

His surprise and he paused. “What did you say?” he asked, his deep, velvety voice carrying a hint of scepticism.

You boldly said it so loud, he could have sworn you said it louder on purpose, “Love you, you're the best.”

Soap's eyes widened, and he stumbled over his own paws. “What did you just say?” he asked, his tone a mix of astonishment and confusion.

You said it even louder, your eyes sparkling with joy, “Love you, you're the best!” This time, it was clear as day, and the courtyard fell silent. Soap stared at you, his jaw hanging open in shock.

Kate and Price exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and something else—perhaps a flicker of hope that the darkness of your past hadn't completely stolen your capacity to form attachments.

Soap snuck extra snacks to you which he knew you liked, hoping to win your favour.

A gesture that, while small, spoke volumes of his desire to be closer to you. Treats like slow cooked chicken were greatly appreciated, especially after a long day of training.

Soap would often sit by your side, watching you devour them with delight, a soft smile playing on his lips as he listened to your happy munching sounds.

You tried Wagyu once, a rare and exquisite delicacy. The tenderness of the beef, the way it practically melted in your mouth, the 'thank you' with each bite you took of the wagyu beef. As well as, 'this tastes so good.'

Ghost looked at you while you were eating the wagyu beef he gave you as a treat, not expecting you to like it THIS much.

Not as much as you showed him when he cooked it up for you. You looked up at Ghost, your feline eyes wide with pleasure. “This is heavenly,” you murmured, your voice thick with satisfaction. The warmth of your smile seemed to light up the shadowed corners of his heart. He had never seen anyone appreciate his cooking quite like this.

Ghost's expression softened, a hint of colour rising to his cheeks. “I'm glad you like it,” he said gruffly, trying to maintain his usual composure but failing miserably.

His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of doubt or mockery, but found only sincerity.

The kitchen grew quiet once again, save for the occasional sizzle of the frying pan and the sound of your happy chewing.

“I lived in a desert. Anything you make for me will be eaten with gusto, as it should be.” You told him. “You could have given me a cicada, and I'd still eat it.”

Ghost was about to satisfy your “heat cycle” when Soap, finishing his cigarette, intrigued, asked, “What's happening here?”

You were on the king bed. Your muffled,” 'm tempted to grab my vibrator.” As you were about to leave for your bedroom in the basement, which consisted of a hanging round bed draped with black cloth.

Ghost's voice grew serious, his eyes locking onto yours, “Wait,” he said, his hand shooting out to gently grab your wrist. He pulled you back to face him, his gaze searching your eyes. “You can't just say something like that and walk away,” he said, his grip tightening slightly. “Do you mean it?”

Face first into his pecs as if god ordained it somehow, as if the lord had come down and said, “This fennec fox hybrid female reader shall know thee by the touch of her cheek to thy chest,” you nodded against him. “Yes,” you murmured, “I mean it.” The words were softer than a whisper, but the gravity of them was palpable in the room. You felt Ghost's body tense, his heart hammering against your ear. For a man who was often the epitome of stoicism, this was a revelation, a crack in the armour that you hadn't expected.

As you prepared to sleep on your hanging mattress, the house's tension grew as palpable as a sea fog. Aware your words had impacted the men, you pondered the atmosphere's shift. Then, descending footsteps reached your ears, your heart pounding from a blend of fear and anticipation.

Ghost's silhouette appeared in the doorway, his posture rigid and unyielding. “Ghost,” you whispered, noticing his eyes were as intense as a moonlit arctic night. “What is it?”

He took a step closer, his boots heavy on the wooden floor. “You said something, earlier.” His voice was a rumble of thunder, low and demanding. “Something important.”

You were wearing a nightie which left little to the imagination, the thin spaghetti straps on your shoulders the only barrier between the fabric and your bare skin. You squinted, half asleep, “I said a lot of things.” You mumble into your pillow, trying to play it cool despite the racing of your heart.

Ghost took another step, his hand reaching out to stroke your cheek, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. “You said you love us.”

You turned to face him fully, the gravity of the moment weighing on your heart. “I do,” you admitted, the words spilling out of you with surprising ease. “Both of you, in my own way.”

Ghost's hand paused on your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jawline. “And what way is that?” he asked, his voice softer now, the thunder replaced with a gentle rain.

You took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his hand against your skin. “In a way that's fierce and unconditional,” you replied, meeting his gaze. “In a way that makes me want to fight alongside you both, to keep you safe, to… to be a part of your lives.”

Soap, who had been quietly watching from the shadows, emerged into the dim light. He approached the bed, his eyes shimmering with something unreadable. “Is that right?” he asked, his voice gruff. His Scottish accent seemed to thicken in the tension-filled silence.

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Yes,” you said, your voice stronger now. “I love you both.”

Soap's expression softened, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a rare smile. He reached out to you, his rough hand taking yours in a gentle grip. “And we love you too, lass,” he said, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “In our own messed up way.”

Soap's eyes drifted to the vibrator underneath the layer of faux fur pillows filled with goose feathers.

He smirked, “Looks like we might have some competition.”

Ghost chuckled, the tension in his posture easing a fraction. “Looks like it,” he said, his gaze never leaving yours. “But I think we can manage.”

The three of you fell into a fervent embrace, a bond only forged through shared hellish ordeals. Ghost lifted you effortlessly as Soap drew your head to his for a kiss, a blend of tenderness and roughness. Their scents—Ghost's musky smoke and Soap's faint gunpowder—overwhelmed you, and you melded into their comforting warmth.

They laid you on the king-sized bed as Ghost hovered, eyes ablaze with desire mirroring yours. He seized your face, kissing you urgently with a passion built over years. His tongue explored your mouth as if new, while Soap's gentle hands roamed your body through your thin nightie, tenderly committing every curve to memory.

Their touch was like a delicate symphony playing across your skin, each caress a note resonating deep within your core.

The fabric of your nightie was peeled away, revealing your nakedness to the cool air, and their heated gazes.

Your breasts were swollen and sensitive, begging for attention, and Soap's mouth found its way to one, suckling gently, making you gasp against Ghost's insistent kiss.

This would continue on until morning. Where you are asleep in the middle of the two burly men who changed your life forever.

[majosullivan]

Nevermore Dashboard Simulator 2

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I don’t care what any of you are saying, I just think it is weird that people are joking that Lenore and Annabel are secretly into each other when they have shown constant distant for each other?? Go take a walk through the academy grounds

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the fun police right here is trying to put me in gay detenion but Lenore and Annabel are blocking the way because Lenore has pinned Annabel against the wall

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THE DEVIL HAS A CLAIM ON YOUR SOUL

#WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? #THEY CLEARLY HATE EACH OTHER #WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE SAYING STUFF LIKE THIS?

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[snapping out of remembering the horrific details about how I slowly suffocated under a black mass of slurry, not knowing if my siblings were alive or not, all because I smelt the scent of coal coming from the fire in the common room] oh I should have been at the club

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i can’t deal with this academy anymore! i mean i can, and i will, obviously. but i can't fucking do this anymore!

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Area Man Who Has "Had Enough" Wakes Up Next Morning at 7:00 AM to Get Ready to Go to Class Again

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I don’t know if it’s just the stress from the announcement that there’s only one new life, but I SWEAR I just saw Lenore drag Annabel Lee into a closet just now

#or I have started to lose my mind #with how today ended #that seems like a much more reasonable conclusion

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God I wish I was that bell

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THIS WAS MEANT TO BE SAVED TO DRAFTS

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GUYS PLEASE STOP REBLOGING THIS, ISN’T MY SHAME ENOUGH?

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NO YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME

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😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭I HAVETO GO TO CLASS AGAIN😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰

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my greek chorus ^

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My roommate, who just manifested into an six foot tall ochimusha and consistently calls me dearest: All the creatures in this maze seem to desire nothing more than to suck dry any life we have remaining, i just don’t understand this academy

Me [heard “suck dry” and got so hard i got nauseous]: i think i hauve the devil in me

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The Deans are literally Tweedledum & Tweedledee coded because of their sinister symmetry. but whatever

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OP I know this is a joke, but just remember that if you go knocking on enough doors asking to see the devil, eventually he’ll answer.

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I’m never going to listen to anyone ever again that tries to give dating advice along the lines of ‘The worst thing that they can say is no :)’, bitch I just witnessed that Ada girl get insulted so throughly in public after she tried to flirt with Prospero that she literally manifested into some screeching rotten hag

#like be real with me right now

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The whole experience with the rats in yesterday’s lesson felt like having to escape a ficious pack of bloodthirsty hunting dogs, and I was but a simple and unexpecting deer

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WHAT THE SHIT

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Call me Wall Street the way I. The way I just crashed onto the floor because of that fucking Hungry Ghost

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Is this some kind of wide spread prank that people are doing? Me and my roommate were talking about what memories of our family we had recovered and I mentioned how badly my brother was affected by his conscription during the World War II, and my roommate just looked at me like I was speaking another language and asked me what war I was even talking about

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I’m sorry, world war number

WHAT?

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I’M SORRY, WORLD WARS???

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@blushedandbloomed you cannot just react like that without any explanation about what on earth you meant by World War II

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Unless you are the Oracle of Delphi, why the hell are you stating an end date for a war that’s still going on?

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BECAUSE I’M NOT??? WHAT YEAR DO YOU THINK IT IS?

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1942, WHAT YEAR DO YOU THINK IT IS?

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1950. I WOULD LIKE TO THINK I WOULD KNOW THE YEAR THAT I DIED THANK YOU VERY MUCH

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IT’S LITERALLY 1934???

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This is getting out of hand

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WHAT FECKING YEAR IS IT

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[puranami]

✿ It's The Little Things - 2 ✿

A/N: Wow, the first post went far better than I ever expected, especially considering I have no idea what I'm doing ᕕ(✿ᐛ )ᕗ It was a lot of fun though, so I'm back for round 2!

Summary: More little relationship things with other characters that are in both the anime/manga, and the live action~

Characters: Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk

Content: SFW, G/N reader, fluff with added fluff on top ✿

(Part 1 - Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji) (Part 3 - Franky, Robin, Law, Kid, Killer) (Part 4 - Crocodile, Rosinante/ Corazon, Doflamingo)

Buggy

✿ Naturally there is never a dull moment with a man as flashy and bombastic as Buggy, but that doesn't mean there are no calm moments. The start of your day is relatively mellow compared to the rest of it. Bugs will cling to you for as long as he can get away with before you both have to get up. During your morning routine you are practically on top of each other, but it is so natural and well coordinated, that you never collide or get in each others way. All the while, he'll be cracking jokes, and putting his hands on your "assets," followed by a cheeky wink, and infectious giggles. He loves when you match his shenanigans, and will overact his reactions, as if he wasn't just doing the exact same thing to you; "Well, I never-" - "You literally just grabbed my-" - "Never," to which you'll laugh and gently slap his arm while he sticks his tongue out at you.

✿ He's a materialistic guy, so he gives you lots of gifts, from the extravagant to the sentimental. It's the easiest way for him to show you how much you mean to him. Giving him gifts in return makes him melt; he isn't just buying your love, you are speaking his love language! As a pirate it's always been him taking what he wants, so to be freely given those things speaks volumes. Even more valuable than the things he wants are the things you have made for him. To know you have put time, energy, and love into making something special and unique means so much to him! He will cry because he is so moved, just hold him and stroke his hair while he has his moment.

✿ To be with Buggy means you have willingly lowered every single one of your barriers; you are an open book, completely honest about what you think and how you feel. He is insecure, so he needs to see that you trust him implicitly in order to return that trust. As a part of this openness, your personal bubble no longer exists, you have a couple bubble now. That doesn't mean you can't have space though! On the contrary, the mutual trust you've cultivated means you can say, "Hey, I just need some time to myself," and he knows that you aren't angry, or upset with him, because you would have told him as much. When you come back he welcomes you with a cheesy pickup line or wise crack as he pulls you right back into that shared bubble. It took a lot of faith at the start, which wasn't easy for him, and it takes consistent hard work to maintain this level of trust and honesty, and it is so worth it.

Shanks

✿ This man cannot keep his hand to himself! When you're walking together he'll have his hand on the small of your back, or his arm around your shoulder. More often than not he is holding your hand, fingers laced together, with him brushing your thumb with the rough, calloused skin of his own. In his mind, the closer you are to him, the safer you are. He's one of the strongest men in all the seas, so being in the same space means no one can touch you, just as they can't touch him, but you'd never know it. To you, he's just like a big puppy, needing to be in your presence, smothering you in affection. He likes to lean his head on top of yours, similar to how a dog will lean their head on your lap, all while wrapping his arm around your waist so you can't wander off. He can be a little possessive, honestly, but he means well.

✿ He will listen to you talk his ear off for hours on end about literally anything. From philosophical musings, to colour theory, to the many uses of vinegar - it doesn't matter the subject, he just loves to hear your voice, and to see how passionate you are. Shanks won't just smile and nod, giving the odd confirming "uh huh," while not really listening either; he gets really invested! Your passion is contagious, and you make even the most mundane things interesting. It's also good to know what interests you, as it makes gift ideas easier. Whenever he sees something related to a topic you've talked to him about he will get it for you. The main thing with all of this is the quality time he gets to spend with you; outside of drinking and merriment, it's one of his favourite ways to relax.

✿ Shanks loves playing little pranks on you. He never goes too far though, as it's important that you are laughing alongside him and the crew. It makes him so happy when you start pulling your own pranks on him. It is very hard to surprise him, but easy to confuse him. You know those pranks where people hide numerous things everywhere? Lets just say he is still finding little gnomes around the Red Force. The rest of the crew is in on it, pretending not to see them, and will deny any knowledge of them, and the longer it goes on, the funnier he finds it when he spots another - you hid them in the such obscure places! He's kept every single one of them, and they have a designated chest, but he'll keep his favourites on his desk.

Mihawk

✿ Everything about Mihawk is subtle, and purposeful, and that extends to relationships. To outside observers he appears cold and distant, like he is barely tolerating your presence at his side, but you are so familiar with his subtleties that you can see just how much he adores you. Each ghost of a touch and fraction of a smile are a declaration of love that only you can understand. He is much more open with his affections when you are alone, where you are safest - not to say you are unsafe out with him, nothing could be further from the truth, he just won't do anything that puts a potential target on your back, exposing you as his achilles heel.

✿ He is a classic romantic! Mihawk is courting you, not dating you. At the start of the courtship he will wine and dine you, lead you with an arm behind you that never makes contact, and the only time he will touch you is to leave a faint kiss on your hand after escorting you home. There will also be large periods of time between meetings where he will send many unsigned love letters until he can return to you. You know exactly who they are from, Mihawk just wants to avoid you being linked to him, especially when he isn't there to protect you.

✿ Once you are fully committed to one another, he moves you to his home where you are safe, and when he is there, he is so domestic that you often forget you are with a (former) warlord. You will tend to the garden together, harvest what you need, and cook together, though he'd prefer to do all the cooking for you. In all honesty, as long as you are there to keep him company, he'd be happy to do everything for you, but he won't fight it if you insist on doing things for him, or ideally together instead; "We'll get things done quicker together, and then we can relax with a bottle of wine and a good book." - "Very well." There is nothing he loves more than sitting with you on the settee with a comfy blanket after a long day of training and daily chores.

[phoward89]

Series Masterlist

Chapter 2:

It was nearing dusk (and curfew) and you were sweeping the floor, finishing up for the evening whenever the doorbell chimed, indicating that somebody has walked in. Without even looking up to see who it was, you said, “Shop's closed, if you need anything you can reach Doula Ada at her apartment upstairs.”

“I’m not here for Doula Ada, darling. I'm here for you.” A baritone, you only just heard earlier in the day, told you as the sound of heavy bootsteps echoed against the hardwood floor you were sweeping up.

You lifted your head up, only to see Coryo. A warm, but small, smile crossed your lips as you took in his appearance. He was still in his light grey uniform, but was no longer wearing the helmet. Said helmet was hooked onto the rifle that was slung across his shoulder. You discovered that his buzzcut was blonde. A natural platinum blonde that border lined white. 

His hair was so pure, like snow. 

Like his name.

Was he too pure as snow?

No, Private Coriolanus Snow was as pure as snow once a dog lifts it's leg and pisses on it. He's yellow, dirty, defiled Snow. Not pure white snow.

But you'll never find that out.

No, he'll always put on a manipulative face for you because you're the girl he's madly in love (more like obsessed) with. 

“Why?” You simply asked, sweeping up your dirt pile into a dustpan.

“To walk you home since curfew’s about to go into effect.” 

“Oh.” You said, feeling silly for even asking, as you dumped the contents of the dust pan into the trash. Of course he wanted to make sure you got home without breaking the weekday curfew. He was your new friend; was looking out for you. “That's really sweet of you. Thanks.”

 “No need to thank me, Y/N. After all, what are friends for?” Coryo told you with a closed lip smile. His words sounded so sincere to you.

But what you didn't know was that he viewed you as more than a friend. As his girlfriend, well actually his future wife, and just wanted to walk you home to show off that you're his girl. That you belong to him.

And now that he knows your boss, Doula Ada, lived in the apartment above the shop and answers her door at all hours in case someone needs aid, well… Looks like he's getting you fired after walking you home tonight.

“I'll only be a minute; then we can go.” You told your peacekeeper friend while going to put the broom and dustpan away in the small storage closet.

“Do you live nearby?” You heard him ask while closing the closet after tucking away the broom.

“No.” You shook your head, going over to the counter where your apothecary book was. Grabbing the old leather bound book and tucking it under your arm, you explained, “I live in the Seam, on the other side of the district.”

“That’s quite a walk, darling.” Coryo pointed out what you knew first hand as you crossed the shop, heading over to him. “Maybe I should look out for you; walk you home every night I have patrol duty.” The light blonde peacekeeper suggested, placing a hand on the small of your back once you reached him. Ushering you out the door, he added in, “Just to make sure you're safe.”

And by keep you safe, what Coriolanus really meant was keep you from interacting with anyone that wasn't him. Because he can't have you talking to another man. Especially that one who seemed so concerned about you this morning, the dirty blonde man. 

Hell, if he could he'd lock you up to keep you away from men’s roaming eyes. To keep you from talking to strange men. Just the thought of men approaching you makes him sick to his stomach with jealousy.

None of these pigs in this dirty coal district deserve to look at you. You don't belong to them. You belong to him. You're his girl.

And since you're his, he's taking you back to the Capitol with him. In the Capitol, he'll be able to lock you up in a pretty golden gilded cage. A cage that wouldn't consist of metal bars, but of his family's Corso apartment.

Coryo knows you'll love the Snow penthouse; will make it into a true home again with your warmth and kindness. Warmth and kindness that reminds him of his mother. She was the light in the Snow family and when she died, along with Coriolanus' baby sister, nothing but darkness remained. 

Perhaps once Coriolanus brings you home to the Capitol, you'll give him a baby girl to dote on? Yes, that's exactly what you'll do. You'll fill his penthouse with love and will provide him with a daughter to brighten his life. A daughter the two of you can name after his mother. To honor the woman that you remind him of.

But the problem is, despite how nice (let's face it, the Snow's 12th floor Corso penthouse is falling apart; is such a dump that rats use it as a hotel) his family's penthouse is in the Capitol, its not your home. No, your home’s a wooden house (that could be called a glorified shack) that's couple of rows up from the Covey house at the edge of the Seam.

Your home’s with your older brother, Rein, and his girlfriend, Ashlie. Rein works and as a coalminer to put a roof over your head and food in your belly. And Ashlie works late every weekend serving rowdy dunks and peacekeepers at the Hobb’s bar. Poor Ashlie’s even put her dreams of having children of her own on hold to help your brother take care of you; raise you.  

They've done and sacrificed so much to take care of you. To raise you. And no matter what, home's always with them.

Which is a big problem for your new friend, Peacekeeper Coryo since he's determined to rip you away from the only home you've ever known to bring you back to the Capitol with him. He's not leaving you behind. In his mind, Coriolanus is getting the both of you out of 12- To never return. 

And he'll lie, cheat, and kill to do it.

But that's something you don't need to worry about, cause he'll do all the worrying for you.

After some time of walking, the brick buildings and cobblestone streets of the merchants sector faded away, morphing into dirt roads and wooden houses. Houses that were different variations of shacks, in Coriolanus' opinion. The lack of street lamps was also prevalent in the Seam. Instead, houses would have oil lanterns lit and hanging on the wooden beams of front porches or by the front door to light the way for miners that worked the graveyard shift.

Coriolanus doesn't (repeat he does not) like the idea of you walking alone along the dark, muddy, scum infested streets of the Seam during dusk. In his opinion it's unsafe. Despite the fact that you've grown up in the Seam around the people he views as dangerous district scum, the area in the grunt's mind is dangerous. 

Just the thought of some street rat dragging you in an alley behind some wooden buildings and having their way with you in the dark, as you innocently walk home from a hard day's work at the apothecary, makes him want to empty the contents of his stomach. Just the thought of some coal dust covered bastard pig trying to take advantage of you makes his blood boil. And it's all the more reason why he has to protect you from harm by walking you to and from places while he's on patrol in the district. 

It's also another reason why he needs to bring you home with him to the Capitol.

“How much further is it, little dove?” Coriolanus asked, hoping that your house was close because he didn't want to walk the entire mud filled Seam to reach it.

Maybe he could arrange for you to live in one of the apartments in the Merchant Sector, closer to the path that leads to the barracks? He could only send half of his pay home to Tigris and Grandma'am; keep the other half to pay your rent and buy you groceries. Yea, he'd do that for you. 

Because you're Private Coriolanus Snow's girl now and he has to keep you close; protect you from your neighbors, acquaintances, and the district scum.

“Not much.” You told him, passing by the house that your friend Lil shared with her brother Spruce and her boyfriend, a miner named Arlo Chance. 

Arlo worked with your brother, Rein, in the mines. They weren't friends, but they were kosher with each other when they crossed paths.

You noticed how the lantern was lit on Lil and Spruce's porch, meaning that Arlo was working the graveyard shift at the mines tonight. You knew that when you got home that the only one their to greet you would be Ashlie since Rein always worked the same shift that Arlo did.

You didn’t remember your brother remarking that he was working the night shift tonight. But maybe it slipped your mind, maybe he forgot to tell you? 

What you didn't see while passing by Lil’s house, with Coryo's hand firmly taking a possessive residence on the small of your back, was Spruce peeking out of the window, using the moth eaten drapes to shield most of his face, as he looked for his sister's boyfriend to come home after completing a risky mission for the rebel cause.

“That's my house right there.” You pointed to a wooden shack with a porch. The roof had a few patches and the wooden porch had steps that looked half rotten.

The platinum blonde at your side wrinkled his nose in disgust. Your house was no better than a chicken coop, in his opinion. Oh, that just wouldn't do for his girl. 

No.

His darling rose deserves the very best. And he plans on giving it to you. 

Just like how his cold hearted father had given his warm hearted mother everything money could buy once he united them in love and marriage.

Pulling his attention off of the house, which had a dim light glowing out from underneath the front door, and turning to you, Coryo asked, “Do you live alone?”

He wanted you to say yes, so that he could come inside and properly give you the love that you deserved. Cover your body in open mouth kisses, touch you til you shook with desire, and fuck you til you moaned his name in pleasure.

By how sweet you seemed, he just knows that you’re a virgin. He wants to take your virginity, claim you as his while ruining you for any and all other men in this lifetime. 

Coriolanus lost his virginity, as a bet, with a stranger while drunk in the alley behind a club when he was in the Academy. He didn't regret it. In fact, it gave him some much needed experience.

But you on the other hand…

Well, you’ll be fucking only him. And he's going to make sure of that. 

“No.” You shook your head, only to explain your answer with, “I live with my older brother, Rein, and his girlfriend, Ashlie.” 

“Can I meet them?” Your new friend asked with a smile. A smile that was sickeningly sweet, too wide, and showed way too much of his pearly white teeth. Barred teeth, much like a wolf’s.

You thought that he was genuinely interested in meeting your family because he wanted to make a good impression- being your new friend and all. But the cold, hard truth was that Private Snow wanted to meet your family in order to size up the people he has to separate you from. Coriolanus doesn't give a shit about your family. In his opinion they're district scum; don't deserve having an angel like you living amongst them.

No.

Only he deserves to have you living with him.

But…

One could say that he's an angel himself.

A fallen angel.

The fallen angel that was the most beautiful of them all.

Lucifer himself.

So if you're his angel then he's your devil.

Can't have one without the other, after all.

Even tho darkness was taking over the sky, the way you worried your lip didn't go unnoticed by Coryo. Giving you a look full of tenderness (Was it real or was it fake? Who knows, who cares.) he softly asked, “What's wrong, Y/N?”

Letting out a heavy sigh, you told him, “Coryo, they're leery of peacekeepers. Maybe we should wait a while before we do introductions, okay?”

The platinum blonde, Capitol born and bred peacekeeper didn't like that answer. Didn't like it one bit. You want to hide your relationship with him because you're afraid of your family's reaction. 

Yea…

He can't have that. He needs everyone-

EVERYONE-

Including your scummy miner brother and his district whore to know that you're with him.

He's got nothing to hide. And your Coryo's not going to let you hide him like some dirty little secret.

No, he’s going to meet your family and let them know that you belong to him.

But he'll pacify you; won't go pass your threshold tonight once he walks you to the door. 

“Okay, but let's not wait too long. I don't want to be almost done with my 20 years of Peacekeeper service when we do the introductions.” Coriolanus told you, his smile teasing, as he walked you to your door.

“It won't be that long.” You assured your new friend. 

“I know it won't be, darling.” Coryo confidently told you. But what he didn't tell you was that within the week he plans on striding inside of your house, staring down your family and telling them who you belong to.

And you belong to him, not them, now.

“Lil’s lantern's on, I thought you'd be working the graveyard shift with Arlo.” You told your brother upon seeing him sitting on a ratty armchair, smoking while watching Ashlie drain a pot full of boiling potatoes in the kitchen sink (which was more or less a glorified basin with metal rust spotted legs, whenever you walked thru the door.

Your older brother shook his head. “The fool took on an extra shift.” He said around a lungful of smoke that he blew out of his mouth.

“Supper's almost ready.” Ashlie announced, placing the pot on the counter only to start mashing the potatoes with a wooden spoon that was splintered and had seen better days. “How was your day at the apothecary shop?” Your brother's girlfriend asked as you walked by the kitchen on your way to your bedroom, so that you could put your book away on your bedside table (like you do every night when you get home).

“It was fine.” You answered, entering the hall.

It was more then fine, since you made a new friend. But you weren't ready to tell anyone about Coryo just yet.

Only if you knew how great of a friend Coryo really was. Would you still be mesmerized by his crystal blue eyes, platinum buzz cut, and strong jaw that makes him look more like a god then a man, if you knew how black his soul was? Would you want him around you if you knew how he was destroying your livelihood? 

The wooden stairs lightly creaked underneath the weight of Coriolanus’ boots as he made his way to Doula Ada’s apartment above the apothecary shop. The street lamps made his shadow look long, dark, and lean. Like an ominous horror creature of sorts. 

Except a horror creature would probably be more friendlier then Coriolanus Snow. 

When he reached the door of the flat, he balled his hand into a fist and furiously banged on it. “Peacekeeper, open up!” Coriolanus loudly ordered, knowing that tossing his weight around (despite just being a grunt) would get him the results he wanted.

Everyone in the districts bow down to peacekeepers. Listen to them, even if they don't respect them.

Except for you. His girl. You doesn't cower when you see him in his full uniform. No, you locked eyes with him and gave him the warmest, kindest smile that made love bloom and blossom between the two of you immediately.

You’re proud to be on his arm because you fell in love with him at first sight, just like he did with you. Cupid’s arrow struck at the right moment, when you and Coriolanus laid eyes on each other and shared smiles. And you can't tell him otherwise.

When the door opened, an older woman stood in the doorway. She didn't look him in the eye as she addressed him. “What's the matter, Sir? I've paid the rent for my shop and have a permit to allow me travel after curfew to tend to my patients.”

Coriolanus pushed past Doula Ada, causing her to stumble- she would've fallen if she didn't grab the door to keep her upright, and darkly chuckled. “For owning the only apothecary in the district, your apartment's poorly furnished.”

“Is there a reason you're here, Sir?” The doula asked, clutching her chest. It was painted all over her face that she was afraid.

Good, she should be afraid. Coriolanus could destroy her entire bloodline if he wanted with a snap of his finger and the simple word of rebel.

Ignoring the older woman, Coriolanus walked over to a small table that had a couple of pictures neatly arranged on it. The picture that caught his eye was one that had the dirty blonde man and flaxen haired girl he saw exit the shop earlier that day. So, they were the doula’s family.

Good. Very good. That means they can be used for leverage to get what he wants.

Picking up the framed photograph, he looked at it for a second or so before flashing it at Doula Ada. “This your family?”

“Yes.” Doula Ada nodded. “That's my daughter and her fiance. Why do you ask?”

Placing the picture back where he found it, Coriolanus turned to the woman and calmly, but coldly, ordered, “Fire Y/N Halvir or else I'll make sure you see your family hang for treason.”

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[lowkeyrobin]

hi! how are u???

i was wondering if you could do mcyt x reader where they go to an amusement park? i don't realky know the specifics :P

it's totally fine if not!

also, could i please be 🦑 anon?

your writing is so good, btw :3

ooo okay I can try! ; and welcome 🦑! (I'm gonna consistently think this is an umbrella academy fan goodnight 💀) hope you enjoy your stay! ; and thank you, I appreciate it! <3

MCYT ; amusement park

includes ; tommyinnit, badlinu, maxggs, quackity & slimecicle

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; idk anything about amusement parks outside kennywood and disneyworld so probably using references and names here / may be mixed up cause I don't remember all the different places / pretend like it's in Europe for tommy, freddie & max and in america for Charlie & Quackity

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

he's so fuckin scared of the rides with insane heights that go really fast

he will NOT be going on them unless it's to impress you (shout out university crush)

if there's any water rides he's forcing you on them 🗣🗣

he buys any snacks/food or little souvenirs you want lol

you both go home tired and lowkey sleep on the train and almost miss ur stop

soooo many pictures

you're probably vlogging too

"guys, Tommy's scared of the phantom"

"look at that fuckin thing! I'm not going on that, ill fly out!"

"true, you're a six foot twig"

"I swear to god, y/n..."

FREDDIE BADLINU

he's getting on most rides w you

he loves the swings lmao

you got a handful of pics but you're mostly living in the moment

dippin dots go crazy

you go on the little kids rides for shits and giggles and adults are looking at u like 🤨😒

yk on that Winnie the Pooh ride line there's the screens and it's like honey and u can draw on it temporarily? yall stood there for a solid 10 mins cause the long line drawing dicks and random stuff

ice cream!!!! it's so good

you make a tiktok

"wheres harry potter land??"

"....y/n were at disneyworld"

it's your mission to piss of Disney adults

MAXGGS

literally up for anything

he got you both silly sunglasses and you wore them around all day

you literally go on Kalis River Rapids twice because why not

you SPRINT for Tianas Bayou Adventure (I wanna go so bad to see this omfg)

he makes you re-ride the barnstormer like 5 times (me core)

you immediately go for the fast paced / thrilling rides like space mountain and tower of terror (ik these are different just pretend I can't remember many rides...)

then at the end of the day you do the safari ride / avatar ride / ykwim

so many cute pics and videos 💔 literally spammed ur Instagrams when u got back

ALEX QUACKITY

he does not wanna go on things like space mountain or thunder mountain bro

you make him get on them anyway unless he just genuinley doesn't want to, you'll go with a friend if there is another person with you / alone and he'll wait / vlog from a safe spot

you meet a lot of characters and get pics all day long & they were so nice 💔

"OMG Y/N ITS OLAF"

he nearly vomits after the teacups...

you go on the pirates of the caribbean ride and he tries to speak like sparrow the whole time in line

you get some little leather bracelets with each other's names on them at the end in the little store (I had one but idk where it is anymore I'm so mad)

he keeps saying "I'm not hungry" ans when u stop for food he literallt devours his ice cream and hot dog bro

"I thought u weren't hungry???"

"... I was waiting for u to want food"

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

literally the funnest ever

he's getting on everything istg

yall chill in the swiss family tree house when u need a break from walking / grab a drink and go to the enchanted tiki room to escape the heat entirely

over food you speculate what they may add for the little villain land they're planning (holy shit so excited for this even tho I'm probably never gonna be able to go again)

haunted mansion went crazy 💀 trust the vlog is funny asf

"woahhh that ghost looks like me!"

"yeah if you were dead"

"wanna go to mickeys philharmagic after this?"

"that's across the park.."

"we can make it lol"

he's on it with the puns idek how

u want a souvenir of any kind? he's got u trust

[iwillnotdieamonster]

"This is a beautiful letter from Fiona Apple explaining to her fans why she must postpone a concert date. I am impressed at the way she was instantly able to make the decision to choose love over her career. Indeed, the world needs more of this.

It's 6pm on Friday, and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I'm writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.

Here's the thing.

I have a dog, Janet, and she's been ill for about 2 years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then — an adult, officially — and she was my kid.

She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.

She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.

She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist.

Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact. We've lived in numerous houses, and joined a few makeshift families, but it's always really been just the two of us.

She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.

She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me, all the time we recorded the last album.

The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks, every 6 or 7 years.

She has Addison's Disease, which makes it more dangerous for her to travel, since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.

Despite all this, she's effortlessly joyful & playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She is my best friend, and my mother, and my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is.

I can't come to South America. Not now. When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.

She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore.

I know that she's not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That's why they are so much more present than people.

But I know she is coming close to the time where she will stop being a dog, and start instead to be part of everything. She'll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.

I just can't leave her now, please understand. If I go away again, I'm afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.

Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes just to decide what socks to wear to bed.

But this decision is instant.

These are the choices we make, which define us. I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love & friendship.

I am the woman who stays home, baking Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable & comforted & safe & important.

Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life that keeps us feeling terrified & alone. I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time. I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments.

I need to do my damnedest, to be there for that.

Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known.

When she dies.

So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and I am revelling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I'm asking for your blessing.

I'll be seeing you.

Love,

Fiona"

Credit goes to the respective owners.

[a-random-weeb]

bsd yandere headcannons

This is just a quick drabble because I have no more requests to write and I constantly need to be writing. ←(This part (the intro) was wrote before I started the event and got a flood of requests. I had so much fun writing this that it's been my own little side thing (Not in the dirty way, weirdos)

Warnings: kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, murder, slight nsfw in chuuyas part, anything else that comes in yandere writing.

I had a lot of fun writing this, there's a oneshot in chuuyas, theres not one in Dazais, this whole fanfic was really fun to write and I kinda did my own thing for it. I hope you guys like reading it as much as I liked writing it! (This took forever)

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Dazai:

Yandere type: clingy, obsessive

Danger level: 8/10

•He starts off by confessing his feelings

•If you share the same feelings towards him, your relationship will start off normal (other than the constant question of "will you do a double suicide with me?)

•Eventually you become his reason to live, he loves you too much!

•he'll do anything for you, anything. Even hurt himself if you asked him to

•Hed definitely kill for you. The guy who looked at you the wrong way last week? Oh look, his severed head, now where did that come from?

•Hed never hurt you though!

•He loves you, you're his everything, his world, you're perfect in his eyes.

•Now, if you were to reject him, that'd be a different story (this also counts for if you break up with him)

•He'll kidnap you and tie you to a chair in his basement.

•Itd be a pretty cozy chair.

•Hell only untie you when he's sure you won't attempt to attack him or grab the key from him

•When he does untie you, he also upgrades the basement

•He puts a bed down there (Aka his bed because he can't afford another one. He just sleeps on an air mattress upstairs)

•He also invests in a big screen tv for you

•He spends most of his money on you, no matter how much you hate him

Punishments: his punishments differ. Let's say you smashed the expensive big screen tv that was mentioned because you were frustrated or angry at him. He wouldn't buy you another one for quit awhile. He'd also slap you across the face and beat you up a little. If you were to try to run away, it depends. If you succeeded in running away and he got you back in his basement... he'd be furious. He'd torture you for around a week. He hates torturing you, but you have to learn your lesson. He's done so much for you, why would you run away?! If you were to fail, he'd probably hit you a little, but nothing horrible. If you were to try to kill him (and fail obviously) he'd start by killing your best friend. He would only show you a picture of their head for proof, he doesn't want to traumatize you more than you already are. He also might hit you depending on how mad he his, and he's really scary when he's mad surprisingly.

Perks: You get cuddled, a lot. You're basically worshipped. You get to be taken care of by a hot guy, is there much else you want. He also gets you expensive jewelry with kunikidas wallet .

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Chuuya:

Yandere type: Obsessive/possessive

Danger level: 9/10

•At first he stalks you

•He'll stalk you for about a year before he begins to write you creepy letters. They consist of stuff you've never told anyone

•He knows every little thing about you

•He loves you so much!

•Anyways, his letters also say stuff like what he wants to do to you, or how Bad he wants you

•the letters he will write you would be like

"Dear (your name), i saw you walking your dog today... you looked so cute! Oh how I love you, I can't wait to make you mine... if you date me, I promise to spoil you! I'll praise you for everything and take proper care of you! I'm gonna kidnap you someday soon, just you wait...

Ps: if you call the police, your dog dies

- sincerely, your admirer" it also has a picture of you walking your dog.

•He also writes about his weird fantasies

•slight NSFW in this next letter , just be aware

"God you looked so hot today... god, I just wanna pull as much pleasure from your body while you beg me to stop~ That'll be us some day, just wait princess~

-your secret admirer"

Along with a picture of you changing (Or masterbating if you do that ;])

•you can't tell anyone about these letters, or he'll kill your dog, which makes this whole situation 10× worse

•He does confess in real life to but you reject him because you barely know him and had know idea he wrote the notes

•You go to the police, showing them the letters. You also take your dog

•The police can't find any finger prints or evidence as to where the letter could've come from.

•The next day, your dog goes missing

•You feel incredibly worried

•Soon, you get another letter

•You hesitate to open it, not wanting to know, praying your dog isn't dead

(Tiny oneshots up ahead)

"Oh darling, I told you not to call the police~ do you want me to kill your dog? Don't worry, he's not dead.... yet. Come to xxxx xx (adress) at midnight if you Ever wish to see your dog again, bring no one.

-Secret admirer"

You Reluctantly go to that address at midnight, but you bring a knife. You drive there only to find it's a mansion. You slowly approach the large building, the tension building up. Your eyes widden as you see Chuuya answer the door.

"Oh hey Darling~ you made it!" He has this weird, creepy grin plastered on his face.

"Ch-chuuya? What's happening?!" You ask as as he pulls you inside, locking the door.

"Simple. You're mine." He smashes his lips against yours. You back away, absolutely disgusted, you try to run. He instantly pulls you back "Don't you want to see how your dog is doing?" He whispers seductively in your ear. You tense up and nod "How is he?! You didn't hurt him did you?!" You panic as he chuckles.

"Your dog is fine... for now." He smirks and pulls you to his chest "But for now, let's focus on you, ya?" You can practically hear the arrogance radiating off of him.

"No, let's focus on my dog!" Chuuya scoffs "Shut up about your damn dog already! He's fine! You should be focusing on how you're in my arms, all cute and scared."

"You're mine." He begins to mumble "Mine mine mine mine MINE!"

Punishments: Normally, if you try to attack him or escape he'll lock you in a room for a week. No water for a day, no food for three days. He doesn't want you to go insane, so there is a few mangas and/or books in that room. If you attempt to kill him, successfully run away, or hurt him (which you probably won't) then it's a bit worse. He doesn't want to hurt you, doesn't mean he won't, especially when he loses his temper. He might beat you up until you pass out, but he'll never kill you. After you pass out he'll realize what he's done, sigh, and lift you into bed. He's really scary when he's mad, but he always cuddles you and apologizes after any punishment , giving you a bunch of kisses and praise. Doesn't mean he won't punish you again though, he 100% will, after all, you have to learn your lesson.

Perks: he'll buy you whatever you want, if he trusts you enough, he'll even let you go out by yourself with his black card! He makes you wear a listening device though, and makes sure he knows where you're doing at all times. He's also hidden tracking devices in your clothes, you don't even know where some of the are, you can't feel them. Another benefit is he cuddles you a LOT. He likes to praise you and tell you how pretty you are. He's a great cook, and always makes sure you're well taken care of, even hires a (Very trusted) maid for you!

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Hey guys, sorry I've barely been posting, I've been working on this fic for a while, I wanted to add akutagawa and maybe Atsushi but unfortunately I'm so sick it's hard to think straight and I want to get some fics out for y'all

[satuguro]

*ೃ࿐ BLUE MONDAY

[ ACT II: UNWILLINGLY BOUND ]

ethan landry x reader

#SYNOPSIS— you fake moan to avoid suspicion, richie wants to be chivalrous, and you and ethan make a plan in a coffe shop

#CONTAINS— murder!, gore!!!!, satire (!!), familial issues, mentions of anxiety/ptsd, richie x reader (one sided), stalker behavior (later on), fake dating, richie (yes, he needs his own warning), suggestive content (will be in this part but it's not serious at all lmao)

#AUTHORSNOTE— tumblr pls be kind and let this show up in the tags! thanks

ACT I, ACT II, ACT III

your ring flashed as it flew over your knuckles. back and forth, increasing in speed with every passing minute.

his feet stepped over the hardwood floor of his room, socks shuffling across the wood.

back and forth. back and forth. just like your ring.

"we have to call the police," you told ethan.

back and forth. back and forth.

"we can't."

"are you fucking kidding me?" you hissed, narrowing your eyes at him as you gripped his comforters. but as he looked at you, you saw just how serious he was, just how frantic ethan was, almost restless as he stared at you. and yet, he was still pacing.

back and forth. back and forth.

"this happened before." ethan couldn't shake the feeling off of him, the evidence from the past all making sense, all connecting with bright red lines in his brain as he finally, finally put it all together.

their car moved slowly as they passed by the house just down the street from theirs, the once peaceful and dainty home now tainted by bright yellow crime scene tapes and flashing red and blue lights. the lawn, once taken care of so neatly, was trampled as policemen and their dogs walked all across the lawn; pushing away reporters, setting up a boundary between the hungry public and the grief stricken family.

"what happened?" ethan asked his sister, who could only stare as she drove slowly by their neighbor's house. "isn't that evelyn's house?"

quinn nodded wordlessly, watching numbly as she watched evelyn's mother sob hysterically as a detective spoke to her, her hands gripping her sides hard as she collapsed to her knees.

"this girl disappeared in our neighborhood. she was in quinn's grade," ethan breathed, eyes set on the floor as he walked. back and forth. back and forth. consistent enough to burn a line in the dark wood floor. "all they found was her body. no weapons, nothing."

three detectives stood in their doorway, and ethan could only stare blankly as he watched his father try and reason with his coworkers, talking to them as if his position as one of the detectives just mattered so much in this moment.

"you weren't on this case for a reason, wayne," the primary detective hissed, anger already evident on her face as her patience wore thin. "we have to question him. based off of our witnesses, he was the last one who saw her."

"her fingers," ethan seethed, jaw clenching hard as he dug his thumb's nail into his skin, "her fingers were sliced. the news used the word 'flayed off'. pointless, because they ended up finding her, but," he exhaled shakily, his pacing slowing ever so slightly, "what we saw in richie's room was exactly what happened 2 years ago. all the way down to the flayed fingernails."

"i don't see how this stops us from telling the police," you said, leaning forward and putting your elbows on your knees. eyes flashing quickly to the door and ears quickly listening for any other sign of life within the apartment except for you, ethan, and a passed out quinn, you made sure richie hadn't entered before looking back at ethan.

fingernails picked at his own skin repeatedly as ethan watched his father reluctantly stand aside, his mother's hand coming up to squeeze his shoulder gently. the policemen made themselves comfortable; some sat in the living room, others nodded at ethan and quinn in acknowledgement, and the primary detective stared at the family photos on the walls.

"you two his siblings?" the detective asked, already knowing their answer. the both of them nodded, making her hum as she peered at them in interest. "did any of you know evelyn campo?"

"well, she lived in that pretty house down the steret. and she was in my grade," quinn managed, her nervousness hidden well as she answered truthfully. "is she, uh," she began, swallowing thickly as she brushed some red hair away from her face hastily. "dead?"

your words made him stop pacing to look at you, worry ghosting over his face as he looked you up and down. the fact that he was still only a bit high from earlier didn't help ethan's pounding heart.

but seeing decapitated hands in a ziplock in his brothers room sobered him up considerably.

he was staring at you as though he had made a connection, and you only stared blankly back at him. ethan's hazel eyes had turned muddy from his turmoil, but regardless, you could see that he had a realization; one he wasn't telling you.

"hello? i asked how any of this information is stopping us from just telling the police?" you said, impatience laced in your tone. "he did the murder back then and he did the one now."

the door slammed shut behind the detectives as they left. evening had already fallen over the sky; they had been questioning him for nearly an hour now. and they were planning on bringing him into the station for more.

ethan and quinn made their way downstairs the second the police left, quinn making a beeline to their parents to try and get some type of information out of them, something that would just explain what was going on. but ethan didn't follow her. instead, he focused his attention too his older brother, who was relaxed as he sat at the dining table, sipping a glass as though he hadn't been questioned by the police.

"did you do it?" ethan found himself asking, his voice as accusatory as it was quiet.

"ethan," wayne scolded him, tone warning him to just back off, but ethan prevailed.

"did you, richie? did you kill her?"

richie turned to ethan with his usual charismatic smile, his head tilting slightly as he looked him up and down as though ethan was so beneath him that he couldn't believe he was speaking to him. "do you think i did?"

"it's because richie was questioned by the police for that murder," ethan hissed, eyes frantic as he walked closer to you. he needed you to understand just how dire of a situation you were both in. he needed you to understand just how dangerously intelligent his brother was, and how his charisma could easily make it seem as though the universe was constantly on his side.

ethan searched your face for any sign of worry, any sign of panic, only to find nothing of the sort. you'd think that after seeing everything you had both seen, you'd be more freaked out. but truthfully, you were compartmentalizing your feelings and disassociating to the point where you could only stare back at ethan's panicked face.

"y/n, richie was their number one suspect and they let him go. he got away."

the entrance door to the apartment slammed shut, which was quickly followed by richie's call of, "i'm home!" your eyes widened just as ethan's breath hitched, fear and panic running through his body as his heart beat loudly in his ears.

to have richie find out that you both had been in his room would be like having a serial killer dead set on killing the both of you. you made quick word of cleaning up after yourself after finding the hands; you hid your socks inside your small bag and wiped off the blood smears on the floor before leaving the hands and his bedroom door exactly how you found them. if you were lucky, then richie would assume his collection of body parts had fallen without anyone noticing.

but if he saw the both of you very much awake and a lot more sober than you once were, then he would suspect something.

maybe it was a good thing you were a quick thinker.

you grabbed ethan by the collar of his shirt, face close to his before you pushed him down onto his bed. "mm, fuck," you faux moaned, eyes wide and silently begging for ethan to follow your lead as you began to bounce on his bed, making it creak steadily.

richie's footsteps walked closer to the door, the floorboards creaking with every step.

"what the fuck are you doing?!" ethan whispered to you harshly as he tried to sit up, only for you to shove his shoulders back down onto the bed.

"more," you feigned a whine, making ethan's face burn red as he only stared at you, mouth slightly open as you moaned, "shit— need you t'fuck me, ethan."

you'd think that he'd get a hint by now. you fought the urge to groan as you motioned for him to add onto your moans, your hand coming down to pat his bed to signal for him to add onto your creaking.

cheeks still burning with the embarrassment of it all, ethan managed to feign a low groan that was loud enough for richie to hear from the doorway. "that's it," ethan managed out with a faux moan, making you send him a reassuring thumbs up (which paired great with the slight panic on your face). "ride me harder," he added, eyes turning to the door.

ethan could see him.

richie's feet were stopped right outside his bedroom, casting shadows on the thin slit of light at the bottom of his closed bedroom door. and he was shamelessly listening, unmoving, which made ethan send you a frantic look.

you forced out a loud moan, still steadily making the bed creak with ethan as you stared at the shadow richie's feet cast. managing whimpers while ethan forced out a fake groan of pleasure, your eyes narrowed as you noticed that richie wasn't planning on moving. richie wanted to hear you.

a sick feeling broiled in your stomach at the thought, and you turned to ethan, whose bottom lip was between his teeth as he managed a loud whimper. he seemed completely panicked, the fact that his brother was refusing to move from the door making him almost fear for his life as he stared at you.

"gonna cum— i wanna cum," you moaned out, making your voice an octave higher as you made yourself sound as though you were chasing your orgasm. you couldn't even look at ethan for more than a couple seconds, the awkwardness of it all making your cheeks heat up.

never in your life did you think you would be faking a sex scene with a boy you just met.

"that's right, baby. cum all over my cock." ethan felt the horrible urge to laugh out loud in the middle of everything, the desperation for richie to just fuck off evident in his voice (though, it made it sound like ethan was desperate for you instead). "oh, fuck," he moaned, just as you let out a fake whine of need.

this was a horrible situation. you had seen ethan's brother's bag of body parts in his room and now you were pretending to have sex with ethan while his brother was outside the door.

it was a horrible and dangerous situation. and yet, you found your lips tilting upwards as you looked at ethan's red face for only a few seconds.

and then he started smiling just like you did. the horror and terror of it all still very much prevalent in his brain, but all of that only contributed to the humor of it all.

"cumming— 'm cumming—" you cried out, voice high pitched as you reached your fake orgasm, following your babbles of pleasure with more fake moans. and just like you, ethan groaned as he pretended to reach his climax too.

the worst part? you were both looking directly at each other as you reached your shared fake orgasms, wild smiles on your face as you both fought the urge to laugh.

you had to cover your mouth as the creaking came to a slow halt, the urge to burst out in laughter far too strong as you fell down on the bed next to ethan, burying your face into his pillow. ethan followed you, biting back stifled laughs as he only prayed his brother didn't hear your shared laughter.

you both moved under ethan's comforter, backs to the door as you laid next to each other. and ever so slowly, richie's footsteps walked past the bedroom door.

"holy shit," you breathed, turning to ethan, whose smile was so contagious that you found yourself smiling back. "that was horrible."

ethan nodded quickly. "oh, yeah— by far the worst experience of my life."

"it sounded like i fucked you pretty good, though."

"the fact that it was fake was the part that was the worst part," ethan said with a nod, face reddening further at the realization of what he just said. "oh shit— i mean—"

"it's okay. i, uh," you cleared your throat quietly, "i agree." you stated, staring into his eyes and managing a small smile. a beat of silence passed. "does that mean i'm staying for breakfast?"

"you probably should," ethan murmured, "just to keep the act going." he watched you pull out your phone to text mindy of your whereabouts.

you: sleeping over at ethan's. made it home safe, be back tomorrow.

min: WHAT DO YOU MEAN SLEPT OVER AT ETHANS??? min: LIKE SLEPT WITH ETHAN OR SLEPT AT HIS APARTMENT OR IN HIS ROOM AFTER SLEEPING WITH HIM? min: HELLO??

you quickly silenced your phone.

"can i borrow your clothes? and uh, your bathroom," you murmured softly, standing up with your dried faux blood all over you and your pink dress. your crown was lopsided on your head as you stood up, making ethan's eyes widen as he nodded, sitting up on his bed.

"right," he said, making careful steps to his dresser and pulling out a spider-man shirt and some red plaid shorts (color coordinated, because he wasn't a monster). ethan turned to look at you, a hint of a smile on his face as he carefully gave you his clothes. "may i?" he asked softly, motioning to the crown on your head.

swallowing thickly, you nodded. "be my guest."

ever so carefully, ethan detangled the bloodied faux crown from your head before carefully placing it aside. breath gently fanning over your face, ethan went to remove all the bobby pins in your hair that had once served a purpose, removing them from your tresses.

all the while, your eyes were set on him, face still covered in faux blood, but eyes looking past heavy lashes to see just how focused ethan was in not hurting you. his tongue poked at the side of his cheek, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his hands were so light that it barely felt like they were atop your head in the first place. and when he was finally done, the tension rising so much that even he noticed, ethan sent you a sheepish smile before pulling away quickly.

"all done."

you blinked, face as unreadable as ever. "thanks," you said blankly, hands holding the clothes he offered you before turning around and heading to his bathroom.

a sudden wave of protectiveness fell over ethan as he watched you walk into the bathroom, a breath leaving his lips as turned away right as you shut and locked the door behind you. heart thumping in his ears, he let out a shaky breath as he listened to the water start running.

reaching into his dresser, ethan got dressed himself. he had discarded his costume a while ago in exchange for his regular long sleeve and jeans, but he wanted something comfier. he dressed himself in an old white shirt and some blue polar bear pajama pants (his favorite, but no one had to know that) before situating himself into his bed.

he was exhausted. ethan didn't realize that until he finally pulled the blanket over half of his body.

hand reaching for his phone, he looked over his notifications briefly, barely reading them until he noticed a text from his brother.

richie: are you done with her yet?

the text made ethan sick, and he found himself putting his phone on 'do not disturb.'

you walked out of his shower a few minutes later, hair only towel dry and dripping onto the clothes he offered you to wear. ethan found himself staring a little bit more than he wanted to, but he quickly averted his gaze before you noticed.

"thanks." you climbed into bed next to him, bringing your legs under his blanket and sighing at the warmth.

"y/n, you have to be careful," ethan said softly as you made yourself comfortable, laying down completely on his bed.

"i know."

"no, i mean," ethan breathed out steadily, trying to find his words, "with everything with richie.. he likes you, you know." he laid down on his bed as he spoke, relishing in the warmth of his comforter. you were both facing each other, hands under your cheeks as you laid face to face.

"i know that too." you frowned slightly at the mildly impressed look on ethan's face. "did you think he was being discreet? are you kidding?"

"i don't know!" ethan groaned, hiding his face in his pillow and mussing up his curls even more. "this is gonna sound mean—"

"now you have to say it," you said, amusement laced in your tone as you shifted on his bed. "i'm spending the night, so you won't be able to run away from the topic."

ethan peeked at you from the safety of his pillow before sighing reluctantly. "i thought you were too socially awkward to notice," he said quickly, stringing his words together. ethan expected you to be annoyed or to turn away from him and be silently offended.

but instead, you laughed softly.

and ethan realized that he liked that sound.

"i may not be great at the whole talking thing," you said, your smile still on your face, "but i'm not stupid."

ethan hid his face in his pillow again out of embarrassment, letting out a muffled, "i'm sorry i underestimated you," that made you snort in amusement.

"you better be. don't even worry about it." you turned away from ethan, closing your eyes as you murmured a small, "good night, e."

heart warming at the nickname, ethan turned away from you, his back to your back as he replied, "good night, y/n."

ethan woke up before you did.

at some point during your slumber, you had both turned around and faced each other in the bed, making ethan wake up with your sleeping face right in front of him. and rather than turn away or be mildly embarrassed that you were probably smelling his morning breath, he found himself staring.

your face was relaxed; far more relaxed than the usual indifferent that seemed to constantly be on your features. lips parted gently as little snores left your lips, your once wet hair now a mess on his pillow, ethan found himself admiring you.

until he remembered his brother most likely had a dismembered body underneath his bed. then his little movie daydream fell apart.

standing up slowly, careful not to wake you, ethan made his way out his door and to his bathroom. shutting and locking the door behind him, he stared at how he looked in the mirror; groggy, more pale than usual, and honestly kind of disgusting with the obvious stress that was written all over his face.

shedding his clothes, ethan turned on his shower and walked in, shutting his eyes as he simply let the hot water fall on him.

"you can't possibly believe he's innocent."

"ethan, he's our brother," quinn groaned, falling back on his bed and letting her red hair scatter on his white comforter. "it's like, basically our job to believe that he's innocent."

richie had been questioned for months now. virtually no suspects have been showing up besides him; evelyn was too good to people, too kind, and there seemed to be no one who seemed to have an out with her. none strong enough that would constitute murder, because honestly, evelyn was a wallflower. she knew people, and people knew her, but there was no one besides her best friend who was horribly close to her.

ethan shook his head, fingers flying over his keyboard as he typed out his essay furiously, simply blurting words onto the empty google doc just to have something to turn in. "there's something wrong with him."

quinn rolled her eyes. "well, obviously."

"no, i mean," ethan huffed in frustration, still focused on his screen, "there's something messed up about him. he's hiding something, quinn."

flashed of all the shit that had happened only a few years prior were projecting behind his closed eyes, and ethan found himself forcing his eyes open just to keep them away.

he washed himself up before stepping out and brushing his teeth, before doing his skin care routine (he had acne before and he was not going to have acne again) before stepping out of his bathroom with his towel around his waist.

you were still sound asleep on his bed, which made him sigh in relief as he grabbed some underwear and some new clothes before walking back into his bathroom to change.

hair only towel dry and dripping onto his black shirt, ethan walked out of his room, heart thrumming steadily as he carefully shut his bedroom door behind him. sock-clad feet shuffling across the floor, he carefully made his way to the kitchen.

his heart just about dropped to his ass when he saw richie leaning by the counter, a cup of tea (of course the arrogant asshole drank tea in the morning) in his hand as he sipped it. looking up at ethan, he did nothing to hide his sly smirk as he looked him up and down.

"morning," ethan managed out past the sudden urge to throw up, walking past richie to grab his usual mug before starting a pot of coffee. he refused to look his brother in the eyes, but he could feel richie's steely stare stabbing into the side of his head as he waited for his coffee to brew.

"good morning for you, huh?" richie chuckled, making ethan swallow thickly, ignoring the panic arising in his stomach as he only stared at the dripping coffee falling into the pot.

"how much did you hear?" ethan said, trying to play the light hearted card.

"just a bit," richie said, unaware that ethan knew he was completely lying, because richie stood right outside his door and listened to you fake fuck his brother. "sounded fun."

"fuck off."

"am i wrong?" richie rolled his eyes. "it's about time you got laid. always actin' like you have a stick up your ass," he snorted, sipping his tea again.

ethan's jaw clenched at his words, resisting the urge to punch his murdering brother in the face with the mug he had thrifted only a month ago. "where'd you go last night?" he forced out, trying to keep up the lie as he finally turned to him. "y/n and i had to bring quinn home without you."

"where do you think?" richie said with a wicked grin, placing his cup down next to him as he crossed his arms over his chest. "ended up fucking some girl upstairs."

"oh. congrats," ethan said dryly, unable to care any less than he did. but when richie's words fully sank in, a thought popped up into his mind.

was that girl still alive?

"thanks." richie didn't even ask about quinn, his carelessness for the whole situation evident as he watched his young brother intently, eyes snapping to his neck. "she didn't leave any marks on you."

ethan's breath hitched at that. "i told her not to."

"'course you didn't." richie clicked his tongue. silence followed, the only sound coming from the passing cars and the bubbling coffee that was falling into the pot. "are you done with her, though?"

"what the hell is that supposed to mean?" ethan snapped at him, unable to hide his annoyance as he poured his coffee into his mug. done with you? what were you, a toy?

"i mean," richie sighed, as though he had to spell it out for him, "if you're done messing around with her, i wanted to ask her out on an actual date." he smirked. "instead of just fucking her after a party."

ethan's hand clenched harder around his mug, the fact that richie was painting himself to be so chivalrous making even more sick than he already was. "i thought you weren't dating anymore after sam."

"changed my mind after i saw her," richie said casually, taking his mug and sipping from it again. his eyes followed ethan's like a hawk as he reached into their fridge and pulled out his hazelnut creamer, just to add a bunch to his coffee. "is that bothering you, ethan?"

richie wanted it to bother him. and the worst part was that it was, it really was bothering ethan.

"ah," richie tsked, forcing a charming smile as he saw you walk out of ethan's room, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you trudged into the kitchen. "speak of the devil."

you refused to look richie in the eye, instead walking up next to ethan and watching him stir his coffee. "morning," you murmured to him, making the brunette boy hum in response. "can you pour me some?" you asked him, voice rough due to the morning. ethan could only nod.

"g'morning, y/n," richie hummed, making you mumble a half-hearted 'morning' right back. "d'you want breakfast?" he asked, voice suddenly warm and demeanor suddenly caring, as though he wasn't talking about how ethan "fucked" you last night only minutes ago.

"sure," you replied, feigning interest as you stared into his eyes. there was truly nothing behind them, nothing but an eternal black abyss that stared back at you, and a chill went down your spine at the thought of richie's victims only seeing that before they died.

but you had woken up that morning with a plan. a plan you hadn't told ethan yet, but you were going to.

"what're you feeling? eggs, bacon, toast, bagel, cereal?" richie asked you, making you hum in thought as you sat down on the dining table.

"a bagel with some cream cheese would be great," you said, ignoring the confused look ethan sent to you. you had barely uttered more than a few words to richie before, and now you were willing to let him make you breakfast? what the fuck?

the tension was running high, though richie seemed to be oblivious (or just straight up indifferent) to it, as he nodded at you, getting the bagels and letting himself make your breakfast.

ethan sat next to you, two coffees in hand. he set one down in front of you, hazel eyes looking over your face for any kind of explanation as to why you were suddenly so kind to his murderous brother. but you only looked into his eyes calmly as you took the mug and brought it closer to you.

if only he knew that inside, you were practically panicking at your idea. but if ethan was so sure that richie would only get away from the police if you both told them, that meant that you had to bring matters into your own hands. you were somewhat qualified; a few college psychology and criminology lectures would help down the road. hopefully.

"quinn's still asleep?" you asked ethan, raising your mug to your lips and sipping the coffee.

"yeah. i'll make her breakfast when she gets up," ethan murmured, still looking at you as though you had subtly grown another limb. he needed an explanation. you were planning something. you had to be.

"how 'bout you go check on her?" richie said, his question sounding more like a statement rather than an option. "just to make sure she's okay," he added with a smile that was rottingly sweet, eyes practically ordering ethan to go.

"i'll follow after you, e," you said, eyes unreadable as you stared at ethan.

you had a plan. you had a plan.

ethan sent the both of you a glare as he nodded reluctantly, towel dried hair moving with him as he stood up. "fine." taking his coffee mug with him, he went to grab a glass of water for quinn before walking out of the kitchen.

only when richie heard quinn's door close did he start talking again.

"so," richie began, his back to you as he took out your bagels from the toaster. "are you both together?" he was completely unaware of the wide eyed look you had towards the back of his head.

your eyes were clouded over with rage as you stared at the back of your father's head. you felt like you were floating, as though you were just some puppet to be controlled by your consciousness flying high above the clouds. and as you watched his body move through the haze in your eyes, you began to move just as your consciousness told you to.

you grabbed the marble white statue next to you.

"no," you murmured, eyes glinting with something dangerous as you watched richie smear cream cheese over your toasted bagel. "just messing around." your eyes were still set on the back of richie's head, staring at the untouched skin, the mussed golden brown hair.

"right," richie said with a small laugh, shaking his head to himself. of course, he believed he was right. "so does that mean i still have a chance?"

he was so oblivious to your existence. as though you weren't his flesh and blood, as though you were nothing but a burden forced upon him and his wife, as though they hadn't forced your creation in the first place.

you were nothing to your father. nothing but a parasite living under his roof.

your chest was heaving steadily as you stared at the back of your father's head and at neck. untouched. unburdened by the pressure and horror he put you and your mother through every day. and you gripped the statue so hard that your knuckles hardened.

"are you flirting with me?" you asked, the question coming out monotone as you continued to stare at the back of his head. and just like all those years ago, you gripped the mug hard. hard enough that your knuckles pales. hard enough that the heat burned against the skin of your palm.

legs moved on their own as you finally broke away form the corner your father always forced you into. the statue felt like nothing in your hands— no longer was it a statue of ophelia, one that guests to your home gawked at and praised for how beautiful it was, for how untouchable and pure it was. it was only a weapon.

"maybe i am," richie said with a chuckle, carefully putting down the bagel onto your sage green plate. "would you be complaining if i was?"

you walked up behind your father, ignoring the yelling, ignoring the raw abuse that was happening right at that moment, and you swung the statue down upon the back of his head. and finally, finally, his unbruised skin bloomed red.

as he turned to you, you managed a smile, placing your chin in your hand as you leaned forward on the table. "no," you said softly, cunning eyes staring at richie as he finally turned around. "i wouldn't mind it," you lied, ignoring the harsh pounding of your heart, and blood rushing through your ears, the horrible sinking feeling in your stomach as you stared right into the eyes of a killer.

the red that decorated his skin matched him, you thought. it matched the red knuckles he always carried.

and so you did it again with a sickening splat. and oh, the satisfaction was so fucking good that you raised the statue as though it was nothing and slammed it down on to the back of your father's head again. relishing in the blood splattering on your cheek. watching as he twitched like a freshly caught salmon.

so you did it again.

"really?" richie sat down in front of you, pushing the plate towards you as he looked at you amusedly. it was almost offensive how much he was underestimating you, looking at you as though you were just some girl falling for his little tricks.

but you truthfully didn't mind being underestimated. not if you could use it to your advantage.

"thanks," you said with a small smile, taking one of the bagels and biting into it. you allowed yourself to chew and swallow it before sipping your coffee. the coffee ethan made you.

richie leaned forward, eyes traveling down your face, landing on your lips before looking back into your eyes. "so you wouldn't mind it," he said lowly, making you raise a brow at him in faux confusion (as though this wasn't part of your plan in the first place). "if i asked you out on a date? this saturday?"

ignoring the rushing blood in your ears and the sinking feeling in your stomach and the fact that all your thoughts were telling you to just punch him and leave, you merely smiled a tight-lipped smile form behind your mug. "i wouldn't mind that either."

"you said what?"

"i said yes." your ring ran over your knuckles yet again as you sat in front of ethan in a cafe. it was later in the day now, and after explaining to mindy that your fake fling with ethan was a one time thing, you had both agreed to meet up at a cafe to talk about it more.

ethan stammered at that, mixing his coffee with a soft clink clink sound as he stared at you, baffled out of his mind. "why would you do that? you know that saying yes is like walking— willingly, may i add —to your death?!"

you caught your ring before it could fly off of your hand, pulling it back onto your finger again. "this is the plan," you began, leaning forward in your chair and putting your arms on the coffee table. "i'm the bait—"

"you're the bait?" ethan echoed in disbelief, making you send him a glare.

"you said it yourself that he knows how to get away from police. so that means that we have to do things ourselves." you looked into his eyes intently. "i'm the bait. i date richie, get him close to me, and we," you swallowed thickly, jaw clenching out of slight nervousness, "we gather clues to get him caught. all the evidence we need."

ethan stayed quiet, clenching his jaw as he listened to you. "i had a thought last night, you know," he said, "if richie's attracted to you.. that means you," he exhaled shakily, worry flashing over his face as he grimaced in his chair, "you might be the next one he kills."

you managed a wicked smile. "perfect."

"perfect?" ethan gaped at you, lips slightly parted when he saw just how sure you were at the idea of putting yourself in danger. "jesus christ, maybe you are crazy," he muttered under your breath, making you roll your eyes."

"if what you're saying is true, then it'll be easier for us to gather evidence. a lot easier."

ethan's eyes were furrowed as he looked at you, his arms crossed over his chest as he turned the plan over and over in his head. "and if he finds us out?"

"he won't."

"if he does," ethan narrowed his eyes at you, "what'll we do then?"

you blinked.

"we kill him."

ACT III

#AUTHORSNOTE— i'm soso excited for this series i'm ngl. remember, feel free to ask to be on the taglist!

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[auschizm]

this is an offensive symptom to have but its real and i promise it isnt a troll, just hear me out: i haven't had a chance to talk to a doctor about this because of our economic situation, but i have a symptom where the n word plays in my head whenever i see a human or animal with dark pigmentation, not just black people but also dogs at the dog park for example

for context im a 19F afab european-american woman. and i don't know what to do about this because a few weeks ago on my birthday i was just sitting there at a restaurant on a busy day, and i was sitting by the entrance to charge my phone while a lot of mostly black people walked in and out, and i received the n word playing in my head a few hundred times and there was nothing i could do about it. I'm not racist i just have this recurring involuntary duosyllabic thought that i can't control.

this could be related to ocd or it could be some other type of coprolalia thoughts. but i also have thoughts multiple times a day saying "i am going to k*** m*s***", which i know I'm not going to do, it just gets really annoying and recently I interrupt those thoughts by thinking SHUT UP SHUT UP DON'T SAY THAT or something which certainly feels like I'm "going crazy" or something but i don't know what's wrong with me. (both of these have happened since around autumn/winter of 2023.)

i told my mom about this and she knows, we just haven't had a chance to talk to a doctor because we are moving to a different house. I've been diagnosed with autism and ADHD, and i was given a GAD diagnosis in January 2023 with the doctor saying i had some ocdspec traits of obsessive compulsiveness, tics, dissociation, and i forgot what else he mentioned but maybe the fact that i stutter? (i dont know what he meant by tics, back then i just made noises when lost in thought or typing things, and i used to have echolalia when i was 5 or something, this was before the current symptoms) i have no way of knowing right now if this is my Super Mega Autism (autism/adhd/anxiety + ocdspec traits) or if it's an ocdspec disorder if i am developing schizophrenia or schizotypal or something. and I'm not asking for a diagnosis or anything i just want to know what your thoughts are on the symptom situation because it's weird and i don't want to publicly post about it.

(and another thing, sometimes when I'm alone i stim by saying "vinegar vinegar vinegar" or Something Else if you know what i mean, and it might be controversial to have coprolalia-related stims, but my head/face feels warm and electric and i say it to calm down and feel normal again which is not something i feel comfortable telling a doctor about. I have a stutter affecting my speech, but i don't completely "involuntarily speak" offensive things, i just involuntarily think KMS and the N word on a consistent basis without variation in the symptoms besides them getting worse, and sometimes get a strong urge to say "vinegar" or just the last 2 syllables of vinegar, which sounds terrible but i think it's similar to coprolalia and i only do it when alone where nobody can hear me.) again this might sound fake or like a troll ask but i promise it isn't. what are your thoughts on this? again im not asking for a diagnosis i just need somewhere to anonymously talk about this.

1) Obsessive compulsive thinking is not fully within your control and does not reflect your actual desires or character. The best way to manage it is actually to stop moralizing it and to focus your attention on what actually leaves your head. 2) Of course no mental disorder excuses acting in racist and otherwise bigoted ways, but things happening exclusively inside your head can't hurt anyone but yourself

[pedge-stuff]

Fic request: Pedro or reader has an intense panic attack in a public. Reader has to talk him through it and calm him down enough so they can leave the event. Holding each other in bed.

clean up, aisle 4 (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked," per usual.

thanks, as always, for everything.

summary: sometimes, you deal with the downsides.

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"I feel like we tried this and didn't like it."

Pedro inspects the back label on the box— some kinda chickpea flour protein pasta 'alternative' that came less-than-highly recommended by his personal trainer— before re-shelving it alongside the other sad, fake noodles.

The grocery store has become a little bit of a minefield. Gladiator 2 prep was exciting, until the rigorous hours in the gym started requiring a specialized diet. He can't eat carbs, you don't eat meat, both of you love frozen pizza, and neither of you really want to participate in the whole classic disordered Hollywood eating thing. And yet, here you are.

Home-cooked meals have consisted mostly of roasted vegetables and dry, baked proteins. You're attempting to eat "clean" in solidarity with him, but...

"We don't need pasta," Pedro laments, turning away from the shelving altogether. "What's left?"

You pull the notes-app list back up. "Whatever kind of frozen fruit you want for smoothies, plus pitted dates. I'd love those wasabi almonds from last month, but I dunno if they have them again. We could get Skinny Pop, if you want it?"

A grimace. "That's fine."

"We don't have to get it, Pedge."

"It's fine, really. We need something for the movie tonight, right?"

His shoulders slump as he pushes the cart onwards. The back right wheel is making a little squeaking sound, sharp and grating on your last damn nerve. This grocery store feels more and more like a minefield with every aisle turn. The balance between supporting Pedro in his training, and wanting him to just say fuck it and be happy, feels entirely precarious.

"Almonds," Pedro mutters, veering right, around an obnoxiously large Goldfish display and the toddler sobbing loudly in front of it. An obstacle course of bright lights and loud sounds. "Almonds, almonds—"

"Ohmygod, Pedro Pascal."

Immediately, no. Two college-aged, tri delta-looking, fresh-from-the-salon type girls, grinning like they'd won the damn lottery. Fans— no one he actually knows says "Pay-drow."

The wheel squeaks again as they grind to a forceful halt; the girls are standing directly in the path of the cart.

"Should we ask for a picture?" They speak at full volume, to each other, as if he isn't standing right in front of them.

"We have to, for the gram. Oh my god."

"Maybe Deuxmoi will pick it up."

Pedro grimaces as they start rummaging for their phones. He's always generous with his time— sometimes a little too generous, so concerned with hurting peoples' feelings that he'll take selfies through the drive-thru window, or walking the dogs. Even one memorable time, pumping gas.

Only at night, lights off, tucked away, does he ever confess his frustrations. As though he should not want privacy; as though being grateful was more important than being safe. Guilt eats him in ways that you alone cannot heal. All you can do is hold him a little tighter.

A phone is thrust towards you. "Can you take a picture of us?"

Before either of you can react, one girl has her arm over Pedro's shoulder. The other, on his waist. He's never been one to shy away from affection— had been pushing the cart single-handedly, with the other on the small of your back, since the dairy section— but that intimacy does not extend to strangers.

They are laughing, chattering— something about Game of Thrones. You distinctly make out so sexy and slay.

But you hardly register them, instead frowning at your partner as you snap a couple pics without looking. He is frozen, eyes fixed somewhere past you, though he offers a wan smile for the camera. Answers a question you can't hear with a half-hearted laugh, before gesturing to the next aisle. A polite gesture, too far from the fuck off on the tip of your tongue.

Pedro attempts to move away, but the girl's arm is still snaked around his waist. Trapped. She reaches to wrap the other around, attempting to encircle him in a teddy bear-style hug. This, here, is the limit.

With a rough, jerky motion, he forces her off of him. "Sorry, sorry," he says quickly. "We need to go."

"But—"

If you push the cart, and it happens to roll over a perfectly manicured foot, well...

Pedro is a few paces ahead of you, stalking towards the almonds like they owe him a grave debt. His fists clench and unclench at his side.

Not good.

His tells for a panic attack are well-catalogued in your brain. You push the cart to one side, mouthing an apology to the man you almost plow down, before approaching Pedro with caution. His chest heaves as he frowns at the Blue Diamond display, breaths noticeably shallow.

"Pedro." Fighting muscle memory, you don't touch him. Don't want to startle him, though concern burns a hole in your own diaphragm.

"Mm."

"Baby, look at me."

His eyes squeeze shut, instead. "I'm good. I'm good."

"Why don't you go to the car, I'll finish up quick."

"I'm good," he insists, voice cracking.

"It's OK if you're not good."

A hitch in his breath, and Pedro's face crumbles. "Just startled me, is all," he whispers, brown eyes pooling remorsefully. "So stupid. Can't even make it through the fucking supermarket to get my fucking fruits and veggies."

You reach for his hand, lithe fingers prying his clench fist apart. Soothe the red-crescent divots in his palm with the pad of your thumb. Wait for him to continue, as if you're not both standing in the middle of the nuts-candy-and-coffee section.

"Everything is just a lot right now," Pedro says, dragging in a shaky but deeper inhale. His other hand swipes across his cheek.

Mentally, you catalogue how difficult it would be to return the items in your cart; how fast you could retrace your steps, and rush the man home.

You bring his palm to your lips, instead. "Go take a smoke," you suggest. "And then we can get the fuck outta here."

"Someone's gonna post it online again. Everyone's talking about how I reek of cigarettes."

"You have reeked of cigarettes as long as I've known you. They are late to this." Tugging playfully on the hand you still hold, you wait for him to crack the barest, thinest of smiles.

"You still love me, though."

"Enough to fight off anyone else who tries to dry-hump you in this Whole Foods."

Slowly, you both retreat to the abandoned cart. "Can we—" Pedro stops himself, unsure of how to ask.

"Whatever it is, babe, yes."

He pushes forward. "What if I was asking if we could get naked right now and run through the supermarket parking lot so people would think we were crazy and leave us alone forever?"

"Then I'd start untying my shoes. It'd be hard to pull my jeans over 'em."

The wasabi almonds are, finally, pulled from the shelf. You proceed to the freezers. "That's not what I was gonna ask," he admits, grabbing a bag of chunked mango.

"Bummer."

"Can we just get some normal fucking popcorn? If one night's worth of fake butter is what does me in, someone else can be the Gladiator, I give up."

For him? Anything.

[creaturefeaster]

Any tips on raising animals, specifically dogs? Just had a puppy today and named it after Frigus lol.

Long paragraphs below, hiding under a readmore. Also I absolutely love that. There's a real freakin' Frigus out there..... wow...

There's a lot of common sense things you could probably easily find online, but something that I think is always very swept under the rug is pure consistency. That goes with any animal. An animal is not going to be able to learn to be comfortable around you, if it doesn't know what to expect.

If you are tipping your toes around trying to avoid scaring a flighty dog all the time, you best be prepared to do that the entire time you own them because that is what they will learn to work with. Otherwise when you try acting normally, it will confuse and stress them out. If you just behave as you will from the start, not compromising your way of life for the sake of your pet, they will adapt and be happier for it, understanding you at your most you, knowing what to expect.

I grew up around a lot of dogs, big and small. Cats too. My first real pets I raised myself were chickens, ducks, and geese. I have a rescue dog now too. Chickens become very flighty of you and any other human if you don't hang around them enough, touch them, hand feed them. Bother them all their life, they get used to it and sometimes even learn to love it. At the very least they grow up to tolerate it enough for me to be able to look at them when they are hurt. They know what to expect from me, after all.

My geese become agitated around other people, because those people (understandably!) clam up and act awkwardly. They change and stiffen their body language. If there is anything I've learned from my geese it'd be to never waver. Don't aggress, of course, but a lot of animals in the pet world have different levels of "how much can I get away with?". Geese have very high levels, and the second you let them know they've scared you, they take fullll advantage of that. They like to have fun bothering things if they can get away with it. So being consistent in your body language is key. And I'm not going to work around the lot constantly being stiff. I'm going to walk like me, and they understand that because I've never done anything different.

Dogs, for instance, may see you giving into their stubbornness every now and then-- they are sitting down when you don't walk they way they want to walk, so you end up going they way they want, for instance-- and double down each time you try to correct this behavior. If they know they've gotten away with it in the past, they will probably be able to get away with it again. It can be awkward, or boring, but if you're consistent about not giving in (or at least not rewarding them in any way if you can't get them to behave), they won't know that the probability exists to begin with.

Other than that... respect boundaries. Learn their body language in turn. A lot of sites will tell you what to look for in dogs in terms of fear, stress, early aggression, body tension, whatever. They're good starter points, but every dog is different. Every animal is different. Some are easier to read than others, and some tolerate things better than others. Some have different histories and backgrounds and past experiences that shape their reactions. You have a puppy so hopefully this part won't apply to you. But some dogs, they'll show those whites under their eyes even if they aren't stressed. Some dogs are growly but they don't mean it in an aggressive way. Like I said, it can be hard to correctly read some dogs until you get to know them.

Always familiarize and reinforce handling them-- if you want your dog to like pets as an adult, of course you always reinforce petting as a puppy! That mindset goes for everything you want your dog to tolerate you doing in the future, but sometimes dogs also just don't like certain things, and if your dog ends up hating their paws played with no matter how much you've tried, you shouldn't do it more than necessary if you can tell it stresses them out. Or you try and make it fun, which can work (as long as you're consistent, which is basically the theme of this ask at this point)... but it still might not always help. Depends on their temperment. It's good to try offering treats and other fun stuff while enforcing behaviors that are a little scary or stressful for a dog, to see if it helps. But if it doesnt, just learn to respect them if you can't buy their tolerance, lol.

And also if your puppy is a purebreed of anything, I hope you read up on their energy levels and temperments and proper coat care and the like, and that you're prepared to match those needs. It's too sad seeing people get border collies or other high energy dogs, but they live in an apartment or they never give them anything to occupy themselves with. It's sad to see very busy people getting breeds that thrive best in human company. Sad to see dogs with high maintenance coats being neglected the amount of time and care they need.

Okay okay okay very wordy I'll end it here, but those are just things I always wish more pet owners practiced and considered. 🪿🖤

[meyerlansky]

Something I think is interesting about the punch on the wing scene in MOTA is that Bucky says “I order you to hit me,” and then immediately after (I’m 90% sure it’s his next line after Curt speaks) says “ranks off.” Like… you can’t order someone to punch you (effectively pulling rank) and then say no more ranks. I mean you can, because he did, but yeah

Y E A H! IT DRIVES ME CRAZY ACTUALLY!!!

like you can take bucky's "that's an order" as a wink-wink nudge-nudge crack at the fact that uhhh neither of them really give a shit about rank on the ground: if curt did he wouldn't step up to gale about the RAF captains, and if any of the four majors in the scene did they'd have stopped a lieutenant from taking a hit his commanding officer stepped up for. i don't even really think curt cares about bucky ordering him to hit him, not in the sense of "i am a good little soldier, i can't disobey an order 🫡" anyway. when curt brings the ranks up, he's really REALLY obviously using it as a soft no, both to give bucky an opportunity to laugh it off and save face AND to try and get out of being made to do something he does NOT want to do even though his friend asked him for it. and even after that, he has to be pushed EVEN MORE into actually swinging. he gives bucky two very obvious soft no's, and only throws the punch after bucky physically pushes him into it. that's what we in the know call "coerced consent," baybee!

and then, boy i wish i wasn't at work so i could post caps, but AFTER THAT they have this little exchange that just feels fucking awful to watch: curt is watching bucky reel from the hit looking very concerned, and when bucky stands up he kind of backs away and puts his hands up like he thinks bucky's gonna swing back. bucky kind of sidles up to him and pats him on the shoulder—very "big dog who wants to play-fight with someone smaller" body language, as a note 😳—and it looks like everything's fine, but then as he walks over to the edge of the wing he shoots curt this look that's... a little resentful? maybe? like he wasn't expecting curt to hit him THAT hard? and curt turns away AFTER that look, so i think he caught it, and he looks SO FUCKING MISERABLE for the rest of the scene, even after bucky grins at him and i want to rip my own throat out about it actually

tangent ahead, my meta-writer roots are showing, i cannot help myself: bucky's relationship to his rank and authority is fascinating to me, actually. he really only wants it when it's convenient and it gets him what he wants. he doesn't want air exec because he feels left out of the fighting and guilty for being safe when everyone else is up, which is not THE most selfish on the surface, but it is still him prioritizing his feelings over doing the job he was given and thereby keeping the ENTIRE GROUP safe. he's buddy-buddy with the other pilots until he wants curt to hit him or crank to stop saying shit he doesn't want to hear [which imo is worse, even though i agree with bucky wrt Fuck 'Em; at least he was alone with curt on the wing, but making crank say "yes sir" in front of his ENTIRE CREW? ouch. ouch!]. he plays favorites in the air, with curt AND gale, and puts MULTIPLE FORTS FULL OF MEN in danger to get them out of tight spots. he basically abdicates all leadership responsibility in the stalag and puts it all on gale, up to and including only really discussing escape for the two of them, not their crews.

and like, i get it! i 100% understand why he's as selfish as he is, and in particular i wouldn't expect his internal logic to be consistent while he's White Girl Wasted as a—very bad, but really his Only Available—coping method for very deep trauma and grief. but he's SO self-centered, basically all the time, and it is such an interesting trait in contrast to the rest of his character, which is: he's fundamentally a good guy. i buy what he says to paulina, that he signed up because he wanted to help right nazi germany's wrongs. he's the one who says "maybe we should think about them" when the tuskeegee airmen roll in, and you can take that a couple of ways, but i personally don't think gale would've talked to alex without that push from bucky. he gets bitter about lil and dye for a hot minute [again, while drinking] but then gets over it REAL quick to reassure her dye'll be fine. he writes the letters to the families of the guys they lose over bremen even though it's not his responsibility As Of Five Minutes Ago. he SNAPS after the mustang fires on the march column, because simoleit put his men in danger with the night marches. he was absolutely NEVER going to shoot the german kids in westphalia, vs gale who is SO OBVIOUSLY talking himself OUT of murdering a child. he does actually care about people! even people he doesn't know! and i don't actually think he'd shrug off his abuses of rank and skirting authority, if it was pointed out to him and it impacted people he didn't want to hurt. which is why i wrote 2.6k of navel-gazy fic about it, even though he only finds out curt's hurt because of him at the end of the fic but shhh