#like theres fanfiction and then theres light fires at night

[daffodilmoreau]

light fires at night (to fill the void) by inthesea is required reading for andreillers

[rynneer]

Blood of Durin

A reader-insert fanfiction.

Y/N doesn’t know how she found herself in Middle Earth, how she found herself among the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, or how she let herself be captivated by the elder Durin prince—but she does know one thing.

She’s carrying his child.

Chapter Nine: Graceland Too

Here comes the bride.

said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment

–Graceland Too, Phoebe Bridgers

“Ready, lass?”

You fiddle with your bra beneath the bodice of your gown. Balin waits at your side.

“We ought not to keep them waiting long,” he reminds you. “Much can be said of the stubbornness of dwarves, but not much of our patience.”

With a deep breath, you halt your fidgeting. “How do I look?”

He smiles gently, placing a bouquet in your hands. “Like a princess.” Balin holds out his arm, and you link yours with it. He pushes open the doors before you, leading out into the large courtyard where it seems the whole kingdom waits.

You catch your breath. At the far end stands Fíli, dressed in a rich blue tunic, laced with silver. His golden hair is on fire in the dying sunlight. Kíli is just behind him, putting a hand on the groom’s shoulder to steady him. On the opposite side from Kíli, Tauriel dips her head to you with a small smile.

Soft music begins to play from a small band assembled from what instruments could be found still intact after the dragon’s assault. Slowly, you and Balin walk down the aisle to your betrothed. He unlinks your arms and pulls away to join the Dís and the rest of the Company in the front row. You hand the bouquet off to Tauriel, and your maid-of-honor steps back. It’s just you and Fíli standing before Thorin, also dressed in his most elaborate furs. He inclines his head to you, then clears his throat and begins addressing the gathered crowd in their native tongue.

In exchange for a wedding with an atmosphere more familiar to you, it was agreed that the ceremony would go according to dwarven customs. Taking your hands, Fíli murmurs a translation under his breath, but you barely hear it, so consumed by the moment. At some point, he squeezes your hands and looks at you expectantly. You jump slightly. He’d prepared you for this part, at least.

“May I have the privilege of braiding your hair?” he asks in Khuzdûl.

“You may,” you reply in kind, the words clunky and foreign on your tongue. Heat flushes your cheeks when you hear a few whispers from the crowd, but they’re swiftly silenced by a glare from Thorin.

You turn around and Fíli carefully removes his crude wooden bead from your hair, the one he had painstakingly carved over the Company’s journey and given to you that night before the battle. The braid falls from your hair, locks still stuck in the wavy pattern. From a small pillow Fíli selects a tiny, silver bead, studded with sapphires. He carefully weaves together strands on the other side of your head, fixing the bead in place.

My turn. The Khuzdûl words stick in your throat. “May I have the privilege of braiding your hair?”

Fíli’s face lights up like he’s been waiting to hear those words from you his whole life. “You may.”

His hair is silky and thick in your fingers as you remove his bead and braid, replacing it with a bead to match your own.

When he turns back to face you, he’s wearing the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. Thorin hardly has time to get the words out before Fíli seizes your face and your lips collide. He lifts you up and whirls you around, nearly tangling in your long skirt. You giggle, finally pounding on his back to signal your need to come up for air. He’s breathless and giddy when he puts you down.

Thorin chuckles, taking hold of both of your wrists and lifting them in the air. “Yasthûn ra yasthûna!” he roars. [husband and wife] “And now, we feast,” he adds under his breath to you.


And a feast it is. If theres one thing Middle Earth does well, it’s food, and the dwarves are no exception. Thorin has spared no expense in furnishing the first royal wedding in over a hundred years, not to mention the first formal event in the reclaimed Erebor. Ale and mead flow freely, though you’ve selected a sweet wine for yourself. The grand centerpiece is a dozen sweet, slow-roasted hogs, surrounded by heaps of grilled vegetables and fresh autumn fruits. Candles dot the tables lining the hall, filling the vast room with a dream-like glow. The mountain has been so transformed, you can hardly tell that it’s been a full year since you arrived on Erebor’s doorstep.

You lean back in your chair with a contented sigh. Fíli trails his fingers up and down your sleeve absentmindedly as he sips on a mug of ale. His eyes have been on you for the whole reception and his hand never far from your arm, as if afraid you’re but a figment of his imagination.

“Surely you’re not tired yet, Y/N?” he teases, draping an arm around your neck.

“No,” you reply, leaning into him. “Just thinking.”

“Mm, your favorite pastime.”

“Well, one of us has to be the brains of the relationship.”

He smacks your shoulder lightly. “I’ll have you know I’m plenty intelligent!”

“Ah, but which of us got top grades in their high school English classes?”

“That’s not fair,” Fíli grumbles. “We’re speaking Westron, not Angle-ish.”

You roll your eyes good-naturedly, bringing your knees up under your skirt and curling into Fíli’s side as much as your separate chairs allow.

Thorin catches your eye from across the table and leans over. “Have we completed all of your world’s marriage rituals?”

You stand up. “I guess there’s usually toasts and speeches and stuff. Gotta get their attention first,” you add, eying the noisy crowd.

You bang your mug on the table. When that’s drowned out by all the merriment, you switch tactics, pursing your lips and letting out an ear-piercing whistle. That gets the rowdy dwarves’ attention, some of the mildly sober ones grabbing their drunker companions and turning them to face you.

You clear your throat. “I’d like to thank you all for coming–”

“I didn’t know I had a choice!” a particularly drunk Bofur shouts. It earns him several smacks on the back of the head at once from the dwarves around him, knocking off his hat.

You tip your mug to him. “Well, your presence is appreciated anyway, Bofur. As I was saying, thank you for coming, and for indulging my little rituals. I know they seem odd to all of you, but it’s a nice reminder of home for me. And especially thank you to Kíli for being such a good babysitter!”

Kíli grins at you from across the table, bouncing a giggling Juniper on his knee. Briefly, you wonder if someone more sober should take over watching your daughter, but the little one has cried each time someone tried to take her from her beloved uncle. He’s toted her around the reception, drunkenly bragging about her to anyone who’d listen, and many who wouldn’t. It took ages for Fíli and Dís to finally convince him to actually sit down and eat once he’d downed a few pints. Juniper waves her little hands at Kíli’s hair, trying to snag it in her fists.

You swallow a lump in your throat as you look around. Most of the dwarves unknown to you have wandered off, but to your relief all the Company members remain. “A lot of girls in my world grow up dreaming about what their wedding will look like. I never put much stock in it. I didn’t have time for romance, but a little over a year ago my schedule cleared up unexpectedly, and, well…” you gesture broadly to the room. That stubborn lump in your throat returns, and you take a sip from your mug to try to squash it down. “I realized I’ve never properly thanked you for what you’ve done for me. You’re all I have.”

Fíli takes your hand, thumb tracing circles over the back of it. You squeeze his hand in return.

“I… I always thought it’d be my mom helping me with my dress, my dad walking me down the aisle, my best friend as my maid of honor. I even knew what song I’d use for the father-daughter dance.” Tears sting the edge of your vision. You desperately hope they don’t smudge the delicate pigments lining your eyelids.

Some of the dwarves look down at the floor, and you see a few blinking back tears of their own.

“But you’ve all become a weird, wonderful family to me. So a toast!” You raise your mug up high. “To the Company, for taking in this strange girl and loving her as one of your own. To Balin, especially, the first to accept me—I still think Dwalin would’ve cleaved me in half without your intervention.”

The old dwarf chuckles, eyes twinkling. Dwalin grumbles, but hides a smile in his beard.

“To Kíli, the strangest brother I could ask for. To Dís, for a mother’s love, and for raising a pretty good guy.” You elbow Fíli playfully. He swats your arm away in mock offense.

“To Thorin—I knew I’d win you over eventually!” You throw him a wink.

He dips his head from his seat next to Kíli and raises his tankard solemnly.

“To Juniper, the one who makes this all worth it.” Damn that lump, it’s back again! “To my mom and dad, and all the rest—wherever you are, I’ll always love you. And to my best friend, you still owe me twenty bucks for gas!”

A few of the dwarves chuckle, though they don’t seem to get the joke entirely.

“And to my husband—my yasthûn,” you squeeze Fíli’s hand again, tightly. “My Fíli. To the one who saved me.”

Fíli pulls you down into his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist and cupping your face in his hand. He gazes into your eyes, and suddenly his lips are on yours, soft and tender, like your first kiss back in Rivendell.

Kíli lets out a whoop, echoed by the rest of the dwarves, and the noise escalates back into the drunken ruckus of the night. But you and Fíli stay there, you laying your head on his shoulder, him rubbing your back, just enjoying each other. Then he stands and lifts you with him, carrying you to the center of the room. He sets you down lightly and looks back at Thorin with a small nod.

Thorin returns it and reaches across the table to your phone. He taps it a few times, turning up the volume. A soft tune drifts across the room.

Seeing the bride and groom in the middle of the hall, the dwarves quiet down and watch expectantly. Fíli places a gentle hand on your side and takes your hand.

“Fíli!” you whisper harshly, cheeks turning red. You regret showing the dwarves how to use your phone now. “I can’t dance!”

He smiles at you. “They’re too drunk to realize anyway,” he whispers back. As the music swells, he begins to sway back and forth, leading you in a slow, careful dance around the center of the room. Your breath catches when he lifts your arm above your head, and with uncertain feet you twirl around, skirt flowing out around you. Fíli lets you spin for a few seconds and then brings you back in, gripping your waist and, to your surprise, tossing you in the air. He catches you easily and dips you down as the song ends. His eyes are soft, and he rests his forehead against yours. “Thank you, amrâlimê,” he murmurs.

You blink. “For what?”

“For staying.”

You smile. “I didn’t know I had a choice.”

[arisherifeu]

BROKEN PEOPLE PART V (James Wilson fanfiction)

Author’s note: Remember when I said Part V would be the last one? I lied. ★~(◠‿◕✿) cause apparently theres just so much things to unpack lmao. My fault but hope u guys like it lmao.

Quite long this time: 2.3K words

Part I , Part II, Part III, Part IV Part VI

Lynette was awake the moment she realise something heavy was resting on her right ribs. She couldn’t continue sleeping as she couldn’t breathe. She peered down and saw James’s arm resting on her. Then she looked at the clock on her bed table and saw it was close to 6:00am. It was still dark out. She was still sleepy but she just couldn’t go back to sleep. By the heard of the snoring, and the breathing on her nape, James was still fast asleep. They both were fast asleep after the aftercare from last night and James suggested that it was a good idea to sleep naked. Lynette was okay with the idea. It just meant more intimacy and she wanted more of it but she regrets it in the morning since she felt shivers cause she was very very cold. Like colder than usual cold. When she touched her forehead to feel the temperature, she can already tell she was burning up.

Suddenly it hits, her migraine came back and this time it was too painful for her to handle. It was a stab to her brain and apparently it had spread to her frontal lobe and it was something new. It was a new symptom. Lynette moaned in pain. Holding her head in her hands, curling up from the pain. James were startled and was awaken from her moving.

“Baby, what’s going on? Where does it hurt?” James instantly shot up, turning on the lights to see more visuals of Lynette’s face. To James’s horror, Lynette was extremely pale. She was still holding her head trying to held back her pain. James went frantic when she felt that she was burning up.

“I’m calling the ambulance.” James declared. Lynette was in no position to defy him.

After a while, the ambulance came. James rode in , and told the paramedics to bring them to Princeton Plainsboro for her admittance. Figured it was easy since all of their friends were there. After her admittance, everyone was perplexed especially Cuddy. She didn’t expect her best cardiologist was a patient in the hospital. She was also shocked by the fact that James was with Lynette during her admittance, unaware of their new relationship. Usually, House would know first and spread it out. James was also surprised that House kept quiet about the situation.

When Cuddy asked for specifics, James told Cuddy about her medical history including her recreational use of drugs to manage her pain. Which Cuddy believed could have been the reason to get her fired but James backed her up saying that they should run more tests to see what’s going on.

Lynette couldn’t stop crying from the pain that she was feeling, so Foreman decided to inject her up with morphine which thankfully had calmed her down. She was fast asleep now, but later they’re taking her to radiology to get her MRI. James continued working as per usual so he could distract himself. He needed to or else he will go insane and probably go M.I.A. Everything about the whole situation sparked a post traumatic disorder for him.

“Another dying girlfriend, Wilson?” House chimed in on Wilson at his office, leaning against the doorframe of James’s office. James continued to work as per usual as he wasn’t in the mood for House’s shenanigans.

“Poor you. You can never take a break huh? What is it with you and your Messiah complex? Everybody doesn’t need saving.” He limps his way to James’ couch and plopped down on it.

“Shut up House.” He jest.

Truthfully this was too scary for James. House just wanted to be here to support his best friend but House was scared that he’ll drop down dead if Lynette dies or something. It took a long time for James to get back on his feet again after losing Amber a few years back. To get into the same situation was too much for him but he decided to keep quiet about it. House peered over James, seeing how tense he was. House can tell that he was anxious to find out about the lab reports which he may get an update from Foreman later on.

“I am just saying she might not be me but she will be if you keep enabling her the same way you do to you ex wives and to me. That’s why you’re going to end up resenting her. If she dies—

James slammed hard on his desk. “Can you shut up for just once in your whole life?! For once I was happy this last six months! When I had to deal with your stupid antics, she was my coping mechanism! She made me happy, House! I stopped enabling you long ago because I gave up on you. You were never gonna listen to me cause you’re gonna end up OD’d yourself infront of me and played it off like nothing anyway! My life is not sone reality tv show for your amusement!” James ejaculated. He stand up, feeling cramped up in his own space. “Leave me alone, House.” James stated.

Not soon after, Foreman came in without knocking. Foreman eyed you both before peering over to James. He seemed urgent. “We got her lab results. You might wanna come with me to see her.” He said to the both of them. James trailed behind Foreman to her room.

A few walks later, James saw that Lynette was awake. She looked so defeated and tired. James walked over to her, holding her hand. “Hey stranger.” She smiled. James smiled as well.

“How are you feeling?” He asked. “I’ve been better.” She can only replied.

Foreman and House reviewed the MRI. There’s a look of certainty on House’s face.

“Well Ms Cardiologist, apparently you have the same thing that your father has. Meningioma. There’s a few mass along the dura mater. We have to do a biopsy to confirm whether it’s benign and malignant. It’s an easy fix, I think. I am not sure because I don’t like to give guarantees.” House limp walk himself over to you.

“Yea okay sure.” Was only the words Lynette could managed. She doesn’t want to indulge in House’s shenanigans and she doesn’t want to entertain him. House sighed.

“Foreman is the best neurologist that we ever have. You’re gonna be fine.” House said hesitantly. He knows he had been an ass to Lynette so this his way of compensating. Lynette looked at him with such cold eyes though, but she broke into a soft smile and nodded at him. House limped away from the lovers and went back to his office.

James sat down next to her. “You’re going to be okay.” He managed, but Lynette can feel something off about his demeanour. Instead of looking at Lynette, he was looking elsewhere. It felt like he didn’t wanna be there. He seemed distant.

“If you need to work, you can go James. You don’t have to be here with me. I’m fine on my own.” Lynette reassured him. James looked at her with uncertainty. His right leg was shaking, fingers twitching. It felt like there was something he wanted to tell Lynette but in fact, he can’t. To him, the worst case scenario, he’s gonna start crying. So before any of that happens, he stood up. “I’m going to my office, if you need me. Just give me a call. Okay?” He managed. Lynette nodded. James gave her a quick kiss and left.

Lynette muttered, “Everybody got secrets.”

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It has been a week since Lynette was hospitalised. Her brain biopsy confirmed that she has a benign tumor which was completely harmless for her. A lot of tests were conducted on her to rule out any other possible diseases but she was healthy. Just her kidneys needs to be observed more since she was a drug user but everything else was great.

“I guess this is splendid news for you right?” Foreman questioned Lynette. James looked at Lynette, wanting to see a reaction but she just smiled.

“Thanks Foreman.” She managed.

“Your surgery scheduled for later tonight. No food or water yeah? I’ll see you in the OR.” He said, picking up all the scans and MRI and left the room. Lynette observed James who had an off day today and decided to keep Lynette company. But again, Lynette knew something was wrong and waited the whole week for Wilson to just spill a story but he’s keeping really quiet about it. Lynette decided to get up, James got on his feet and quickly helped her up.

“You need the toilet?” He asked.

“No, I need fresh air.”

“Do you need a wheelchair?”

“No, I can walk.”

“Do you need—“

“James? I need you to just come with me on a walk okay?”

Lynette softly tell him. Truthfully, she was annoyed. She had been so vulnerable to him and she was expecting the same thing from him as well and that was her mistake. She shouldn’t have expected anything. James smiled at her and took her hand and they both went down to the garden.

They were outside now. Walking in the garden, hand in hand. James other hand was in his pocket. He felt a bit chilly and somehow melancholic. Lynette spotted a bench so she decided to sit on it. She eyed the surrounding, feeling a bit gloomy. The leafless trees in mid Autumn season caught her eyes. The weather looked dark but truthfully she likes this feeling. Gloomy doesn’t have to be sad. Its just another good weather for her. The wind breeze brushed past her, and it messed up her hair so she fixed it, taking the strands of hair and tucked them behind the ear. Lynette sighed.

“I can tell that you’re feeling something that you don’t wanna address about. After I got sick, you seemed really distant. I didnt wanna ask but..if somehow this is inconveniencing you, you don’t have to be here for me. I can take care of myself..” Lynette started. Looking at the hospital’s building right in front of her. A few patients are enjoying their walks too and had glanced them every once in a while.

“As much as I love you, you’re not obligated to stay beside me if you don’t want to. If you think you can’t handle me right now, then…” she hesitated. “Walk away.” She finished hesitantly.

Lynette stared at her hand. Feeling the breeze passing by her again. They were quiet for quite a while. None of them spoke of anything else. James was too quiet. He heard Lynette, and he knows she wanted an explanation. But he wasn’t ready to get his heart broken again. He was choosing whether to bury the secret with her or just simply be vulnerable as well. Lynette puts her palm on his thigh and gave it a few reassuring strokes before she got up, wanting to go back to the building again, leaving James behind, not looking back anymore.

James started to get anxious, his heart was beating faster. He doesn’t wanna let her go. He wants her. James got up and went after her. When he caught up to her, he held her arm. He doesn’t looked at her just yet but when he did, he almost felt like crying.

“We will have the conversation, I promise. But let’s just focus on getting you better first? Please?” He begged. Looking at her with the stupid puppy dog eyes she had ever seen. He wanted her to drop it, he doesn’t want to talk about it. He demanded not to speak of it. Lynette sighed and surrendered. At that point, she couldn’t care anymore. Both of them walked back to her room together.

Night came, and so was Lynette’s scheduled surgery time. She was pretty nervous about her first surgery. James was there right by her bed before getting into the OR. Her heart was beating so fast, she was too worried. What if she ended up dead on the table like her father?

“You’re gonna be fine.” James reassured her.

“Whatever happens, I love you.” Lynette confessed. Again, James felt his trauma running throughout her whole body. Felt the shiver running down his spine. He even has the goosebumps. “I love you more.” He replied, giving her the kiss before Foreman pushed her into the OR. James was praying hard on the inside that he would see her again when she comes out from the OR. James went to the observation deck. He wanted to be there every step of the way.

He sat down when the surgery started and House joined him. Sitting next to him with a file in his hand. James eyed the file and saw Lynette’s name on it. James sighed and rolled his eyes from the annoyance. “I dont want to see her file.” He jest. Adamant not to play anymore games with House. House smiled at him. “Oh you’re gonna want to.” He passed the file to him. James not budging. Hes not taking the file from his hand and he’s not saying a word.

“I am just gonna say that unless you guys had a wonderful coitus, a stork is coming your way in another 9 months.” House teased. Giving him the hint.

James’s mouth dropped. “What?” Is all he could managed before reaching for her file. “She’s pregnant?” James asked flipping through her file and saw that her pregnancy test was confirmed positive. He didn’t bother to look at the other tests that were displayed in the file.

“Yea, probably got knocked up by some guy before—“

“She was a virgin.” James confessed. House raised his eyebrows.

“This is not some kind of virgin birth, Wilson. She’s pregnant.” House retorts.

“It’s mine..I took her virginity.” James confessed again, unable to process the information.

“Well, congratulations? I guess? I don’t know. What reaction are you looking for?” House asked before going out.

“House!” James called, and House stopped just right by the door. “Not one word of this please.” He begged but House didn’t say anything back and walk out.

[peterrparrkerr]

Hanahaki disease - read on ao3

Tagging: @lokitonypeter @just-things-things @thegreenmetblue @someonepostedart @andacheesyoneliner @bluestarker @lilcoffeecup @useless-fanfictions-for-mcu

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Peter's known for a long time that he was in love with Tony. Since he was seven, and Ironman saved his life. Since he came home to Tony Stark on his couch, talking with his aunt.

Since the trip to Germany, and everything else leading up to now. The more time he spent with the older man, the more in love with him he became.

Peter never really thought he'd be the one to get sick. He thought he'd been immune. He's had crushes before, been in unrequited love before, and he never got sick.

But with Tony, it came on so suddenly. One day he was fine, and then the next, blue petals were in his sink after a coughing fit.

He'd been so shocked he'd stumbled back and almost hit his head on the bathroom door.

That was six months ago, and its not gotten better. He's been lucky enough to hide it from everyone.

With May's long hours at the hospital and his school's wacky scheduling, and the Avengers keeping Peter on the outskirts, its easy to hide the blue flowers.

He's read stories about people with the disease getting better on their own, or even learning to live with it for the rest of their lives.

He's also read about it killing people.

But he can't tell Tony how he feels. He just can't. Tony thinks of Peter as a kid. Plus, while the age difference doesn't bother Peter at all, it might bother Tony.

The man was old enough to be his dad anyway. So Peter decided to hide the flower petals. For as long as he could.

"Hey, Pete, you getting the popcorn or what?" Clint calls from the living room. Peter coughs again, hunched over the trashcan beside the kitchen island.

"Yeah!" He shouts, coughing again. He reaches into his mouth, picking the petals off his tongue before straightening. He glances down at the trash, covered in wet, wilty petals and feels his stomach roll.

He quickly grabs a bunch of paper towel, throwing them into the trash to cover them, then pushing it all down as far as it'd go.

After a second, he grabs the two bowls of popcorn and makes his way back into the living room.

"Sorry, I had to melt the butter," he excused, handing one bowl off to Clint -who would be sharing with Nat, Bruce and Steve.

Peter handed the other bowl off to Sam, who was in reach of Tony, Thor, Bucky and Peter.

"What are we watching again?" Peter asked, clearing his throat. It was always worse when Peter was around Tony.

"Halloween," Sam said, smirking over at Peter.

"Its August," Peter exclaims.

"Yeah, and we were going to watch A Walk To Remember but Tony doesn't do chick flicks, and the grandparents haven't seen it yet."

"Hey, Tony hasnt seen it either," Steve yelped, waving a hand at Tony, sitting at the corner of the couch, beside Sam.

Peter tried not to think about how close they'd be if Sam and him just switched places.

"That's because Halloween is a terrible series."

"It not!" Peter can't help interjecting. "Its right up there with Nightmare on Elm Street and  Friday the 13th."

"How do you even know what those movies are?" Clint asks, laughing on the other couch.

"I watch old movies," Peter shrugged, feeling the familiar sense of self-consciousness creep into his chest, tickling at his lungs.

"Old!" Tony barked. "Kid, the 80s aren't old."

Peter forces himself to laugh and shrug and make a joke about hanging out with people twice his age, and the conversation moves on.

But it just reminds Peter that Tony would never see him as an equal because of his age. There was no way he'd ever accept that Peter loved him. Or would love him back.

The movie plays, and Peter chews handfuls of popcorn to keep from coughing up a lung.

Bucky and Steve are on the edge of their seats, fully invested in the corny horror film when Tony starts coughing.

Everyone glances over in concern, but the man just waves his hand, mouth pressed into his elbow.

"Pop-corn-" he chokes out between coughs.

"You're supposed to chew it," Nat laughs. Peter tries not to outwardly show how worried he is when Tony's face grows red, the coughing so bad he has to get up and make his way to his bedroom down the hallway.

Everyone returns to watching the movie, but Peter can't help but wonder if Tony's okay, especially when he doesn't come back right away.

"Uh, I gotta take a leak," Peter lies, climbing to his feet.

"Thanks for sharing, little man," Sam huffed. Peter doesn't say anything else,just makes his way down the hallway.

Tony's bedroom is all the way at the end. The only people who live in the penthouse with him are Steve and Bucky, and Wanda and Vision -though they're out on a date for the night.

He passes the bathroom door, and his frown deepens when he hears Tony hacking in his bedroom.

He keeps light on his toes, reaching the bedroom door that's not all the way closed, and pushes it open just a little.

"Ton-" the sight before him cuts him off, and he ducks back a little, worried maybe the older man might've seen him.

He feels his chest tighten at the sight. Tony, leaned over with a bedside trash can between his knees, coughing up little pink flowers.

Peter's eyes widen when the man spits a glob of blood into the basket before continuing to cough.

Tears burn at Peter's eyes and he quickly backs up, rushing down the hallway and past the living room.

"Hey, where you going? Where's the fire?"

"I-I gotta go home aunt May- uh, I gotta go she wants me home," Peter shouts, snatching up his keys and phone on the way out.

He's in the elevator, and he can't stop the sobs from tightening his throat.

Tony's sick. Tony's in love with someone who doesn't love him back. Tony's in love with someone and its not Peter.

Be chokes on tears and petals all the way to the main floor, shoves the petals into his pocket and runs from the building.

He knew his love was unrequited. He knew there was no chance, but to see Tony so in love with someone else -it was like digging a knife into his heart and twisting.

He makes it to his bedroom and buries his face into his pillow, muffling his crying so May won't hear when she gets home. Hopefully she'll think hes still at the tower and won't check on him until the morning.

He cries himself to sleep, eyes gritty and heavy.

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"Hey, kid, how's patrolling going?"

Peter jolts at the sudden sound of Tony's voice in his ear, momentarily forgetting he has a connection to the tower now. New upgrades.

"Uh, good," Peter huffed, swinging from building to building. "Stopped a mugging, and helped a couple people with the parking meters."

Tony chuckles over the coms. "You gotta stop showing people the coin on tape trick."

Peter can't help but smile through his mask. He clears his throat when he feels the familiar tickle at the back of his throat.

"Fuck capitalism, Mr. Stark," he says.

"You do know capitolism is kind of my job?"

"Its not," Peter countered. "I mean, it relied heavily on it in the beginning -what with the weapons and war profiteering- but you've come a long way! Sustainable energy and you're even recycling!"

Tony chuckles again, and Peter has a moment to regret his words -Tomy probably thinks he's just a dumb kid- before a coughing fit hits him out of nowhere.

It's so bad, Peter loses his momentum and drops onto a rough of a small cafe. Hes on his hands and knees, crawling from the edge of the roof as he coughs and hacks.

"Pete, you okay? What's wrong?" Comes Tony's worried voice.

Peter feels the petals coating his mouth with nowhere to go and frantically tugs on his mask. He's choking, suffocating.

He rips the mask off and heaves a mess of petals and blood onto the gravel roof.

Its never been this bad. Panic grips his chest when he coughs and wretches more than he can get a breath in. He's suffocating.

Tears burn his eyes as he struck less desperately to take a breath. Just one breath.

His head begins to spin, chest heaving and he drops from his knees to his hips, legs curled off to the side as he holds himself up with shaky arms.

There's so much blood and petals, Peter doesn't know where its all coming from.

He's too busy dying to notice the suit of armor that drops onto the  roof, or that Tony's suddenly rushing towards him.

"Jesus, kid!" He breathed.

Peter lets out a sob, blood and petals continuing to fall from his mouth. His stomach hurts from the heaving, his chest from lack of oxygen.

Tony grabs him by the arms, pulling him forward until he's away from the pile of bile, blood and blue wilting flowers, nearly cradling him in his arms.

"Its alright, you're okay, you're gonna be okay," Tony repeated, rocking Peter while he continued to cough and sob.

He shakes his head, even as exhaustion and lack of air flow has his eyelids drooping, body settling further into Tony's hold.

When he wakes up again, he's in a hospital bed. Theres an iv in the back of his hand, and a tube running down his throat from his nose.

He swallows around it and has to fight back panic at the strange feeling.

There's a heart monitor on his index finger, and a few on his chest -which is bare.

Peter moves shaky hands to the blanket and pulls it up just enough to see. Someone had taken his suit off, leaving him in his red boxers.

He blushes at that. Who had taken his suit off? Damn, he hoped it wasn't Clint or Sam.

He drops the blanket just as the door opens. He looks up to see Tony step inside and he wants the bed to swallow him whole.

"Hey, kid," he greeted, shutting the door behind him and making his way towards Peter's bed. "You had us all pretty worried."

Peter drops his eyes to the itchy white hospital sheet, picking at a loose thread and not saying anything. What was there to say?

Tony sighs as he settles down into the chair beside the bed.

"Your aunt May is in the middle of a shift, but she'll be stopping by when she's got a break to check up on you."

"Okay," Peter barely manages to murmur.

"The doctors had to pump your lungs," Tony continued. "But its not a cure, Pete. They'll come back."

Tears burn at his eyes and he quickly brushes them away, sniffling as he does so.

"I know," he said. "Its alright, I'm okay."

"Peter," Tony sighs, grabbing Peter's hand. He looks up then, seeing the concern in the older man's eyes. "You're not okay, you're really sick."

"People live with it all the time," Peter brushed off.

"Who is it?"

"What?" Peter asked, heart monitor matching his fast pulse.

"Who is it? How long have you been like this?"

and it must be because Peter is tired -exhausted and drained and so sick of being sick- because fresh tears bloom and he pulls his hand from Tony's.

"Long time," is all he can say as he presses his palms into his eyes, rubbing at the tears.

"Who," Tony presses.

Fuck it, Peter thinks. He's already dying, he's already humiliated. Why not just confess?

"You," he says, pulling his hands from his face. "I've-I've been in love with you for- for years."

He can't handle the shocked look that filters through Tony's features, so he looks down at the iv in his hand, lower lip trembling.

"And I know you don't think of me that way," he continues. "I know, so its okay, I'm fine, I'll get over it or, or get the surgery or something-"

"Peter," Tony interrupts, moving from the chair to the side of the bed. He grabs both sides of Peter's jaw, forcing him to look up at Tony. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because," he says on a wet breath. "Because you've always thought of me as a kid. You- I'm still just a kid to you, and thats okay, Mr. Stark, I'm-"

Tony's eyebrows furrow as Peter has to stop talking. He's getting to the point where he's babbling, not understandable.

"I don't think of you as a kid," Tony says.

"Yes, you do," Peter huffed, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself down. "You do, and thats okay, I promise, I've live this long with it, I'm okay."

"Has it always been that bad?"

Peter shakes his head.

"What made it worse?"

Peter's showing his hand already, he might as well expose the card up his sleeve too.

"I saw you," he murmured. "During the movie. You're sick too. I didn't mean to, I was just- checking to make sure you were okay but-"

"Peter, sweetheart," Tony interrupted, and Peter looked up at him, realizing suddenly the man's eyes are watering a little.

"I'm sick because of you."

Peter feels like someone punched the air from his lungs, and he blinks up at Tony, eyebrows drawing close as he tries to process what Tony's said.

"What?" He asks feebly. A small smile pulls at the corner of Tony's mouth and he leans forward, kissing Peter softly on the mouth.

It's a simple kiss, but it sucks the air from Peter's lungs.

"We're really bad at communicating, kid," Tony chuckled wetly, their noses brushing. Peter can't help but sniffle a laugh as well, his hands moving to grip the front of Tony's shirt.

"M'not a kid," he mumbles, pressing his forehead against Tony's. The older's hands are still cradling his face, thumbs brushing against his wet cheeks.

"No, you're not," Tony agreed.

[cjtheghost-14]

After All These Years - Leo Valdez x Reader

Requests: None

Notes: For my first fanfiction I knew I had to do something for my favorite character in the world, Leo Valdez!

Summary: Years ago when you ran away from your dysfunctional family, you met Leo Valdez and quickly fell in love. But, it was not to be. You were torn apart from each other and theres a part of you that never recovered. Years later you live at Camp Half-Blood, being best friends with the legendary Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. When Percy goes missing the hole Leo left only grows, and when 3 mysterious demigods appear you are suspicious. But then you see Leo. 

Warnings:  Mental Abuse, Swearing, Angst,Depression, Dysfunctional Families, and tons of Fluff.

       Your boots hit the leaf ridden ground silently. Your heart pounding through your chest as you reposition your back pack on your shoulders. You take one last look at your old beaten down and paint chipped house before directing your attention to the path ahead of you. It was pitch black outside, save for the porch light leaking into the darkness beyond. You didn’t know what kind of creatures dwelled in the forest in front of you, but at this point it didn’t matter. After so many years of almost unbearable mental abuse from your (mortal parent), you were finally running away. The only destination in your mind was away. Away from this house of horrors. Away into the great beyond. It was edging into late fall now so you made sure to wear a coat, and pack a few spares too, along with rations, money, and water. You had to refrain from swiping your (mortal parents)’s credit card too, as those cards can be easily tracked. If theres one thing you didn’t want, it would be to come back to this house. 

You take one last deep breath, sucking in the cold night air, before suddenly sprinting away into the woods. Your feet crunch down on the dead leaves as you run. The farther away from the house you get the better you feel, so you speed up, darting through the trees in the dark. A soft laugh escapes your lips. It’s a sound you haven't heard yourself make in years, but the feeling is exhilarating. You laugh again, this time louder. The laughter fills your veins with pure bliss. It’s the happiest you’ve ever been. 

At least, until your boot snags on a tree root, sending you flying forward into the darkness. You put your hands in front of your face, bracing yourself for impact. You hit the ground hard, skidding through the fallen leaves. Then suddenly the ground isn’t there anymore. Your arms fly out and grab a root, sticking out of the cold earth. You look around and realize you're hanging out over a sinkhole. A strangled cry rips through your lungs as you see how deep it goes. The sensible thing to do is calm down and climb out, but your limbs are numb from the cold and the terror. Tears well up in your eyes as your life flashes before you. Your (mortal parent) always blamed you for your (godly parent) leaving, and made it known to the world. You never had a normal life, or a good one for that matter.

 Your hand starts slipping on the root but you're too distracted to notice. Then your cold fingers finally slip off of the root, but before you can fall you feel a warm hand wrap around your wrist. They pull you up and over the ledge of the sinkhole. You immediately stand up and stumble away from the edge, ensuring your safety. Then your eyes drift over to your savior, who’s holding a battery powered lantern that lights up the surrounding area. It’s a Latino boy your age, wearing a grease smeared army jacket. He has wild unruly black curly hair, pointed ears, warm brown eyes, and a mischievous grin creeping up onto his face.  

“That would have been quite the fall, huh?” He says.

“Yeah, I saw my life flash before my eyes.” You say, jokingly making a grimace. 

He chuckles and you smile at his reaction. You had always hid your pain behind humor, and it was an excellent strategy. It was also a plus to make others laugh when you could never yourself. 

“That bad? I can relate, that’s why I’m running away for the…” He trails off, silently counting before saying, “Third time, I think? I’m pretty much an expert by now. Now, what is a cutie like you doing out here?”

You blush slightly and reply with, “Same as you, running away. Except this is my first time.”

“Well…” He says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Since this is your first time and all, how about we stick together? I could show you the ropes.”

You think about it for a moment. Although, what is there to really think about? He seems trustworthy, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s incredibly handsome. “You know what? Let’s do it.”

His eyes widen, “W-woah, really? I didn’t really expect you to say yes.” Then his face splits into a giant grin, “My names Leo Valdez, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N) (L/N).”

“Well, let me lead you to my campsite, mi princesa.” At that he takes your hand and starts to lead you through the dark forest. 

***

It had been a few weeks since you had met Leo Valdez, and those weeks had been the best weeks of your life. You had become best friends with him fairly quickly. He was just so funny, cute, and selfless. He had opened up to you about his past and his mother and in turn you opened up to him about your past. At this point he knew more about you than even your (mortal parent). You had to admit, you were falling in love with him. 

You were planning on telling him tonight, huddling around your nightly campfire. Your thoughts were interrupted by Leo finally getting the fire started and sitting next to you on the ground. You lean your head on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around you. The days were progressively getting colder and you two needed to keep warm so cuddling turned into a habit.  

“Hey, Leo?” You ask timidly.

“Yeah, mi princesa?” He responds. 

Leo had started using that name for you constantly. You secretly liked it, but every time he called you that you would simply say ‘stuff it, Valdez’. It was like a inside joke, and you loved it. You’ve never had a relationship like that with someone.

“I-I think I love you.” You say, deciding not to beat around the bush.

He immediately grabs your shoulders and spins you around to look at him. “(Y/N) please tell me this is one of your stupid ass jokes.” 

You scoff, “My jokes are better than yours, asshole.”

“So this really isn’t a joke?” He whispers.

You smile softly, “Not a joke.”

“I love you too.” He says.

He starts to lean down but freezes when sirens start. A group of policemen run into the clearing and yell, “There they are! It’s the runaways!” Before you can even get up off of the ground they pull you and Leo by your arms, leading you to separate squad cars. Your eyes widen as you yell, “Leo!”

Leo struggles against the policeman, but to no avail. “(Y/N)! I’ll find you! Don’t worry, I’ll got to the ends of the earth to fi-” He’s cut off when he’s thrown into he back of a police car. 

“Leo!” You yell again before your thrown into a police car yourself.

Years Later

You sit alone under a tree in Camp Half-Blood, mulling over your thoughts and memories as you stare off into space. You weren’t a fan of being left alone with your thoughts, but your best friend Percy was missing and Annabeth was out looking for him, leaving you by yourself. Your thoughts immediately wander back to Leo, making tears well up in your eyes. Leo still hasn’t found you and you haven't found him, and it was eating you up from the inside out. To this day you haven't had a bond with anyone like you had one with Leo. Sure, you helped save the world with Percy and Annabeth but it wasn't the same.

  After you were pulled apart from Leo, you where sent back to your (mortal parent) and the mental abuse only got worse. It wasn’t until a satyr told you that you were a demigod and took you to Camp Half-Blood that you were finally safe. But as the years went by you developed depression, missing Leo with everything you had. You only occasionally smiled at Percy being an idiot, but that was it. These past few months you've barely talked to anyone though. If missing Leo wasn’t enough, now Percy is missing and Annabeth is hysterical. You could barely keep on going. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of screaming. Your head snaps up as you see a chariot sailing through the sky. No, not sailing...falling. Your eyes widen as you realize it’s Annabeth’s chariot. You jump to your feet as you see it crash into the pond. You immediately sprint down to the crash site where others had already gathered.  

Annabeth is standing there soaking wet and looking frustrated while 3 other figures climb out of the pond. You slow down as you watch each of them emerge from the water. First is a girl, with feathers braided into her hair. Next is a boy with blonde hair that honestly looks...really bland. Your heart stops as you see the next person climb out.  It’s a Latino boy your age, wearing a grease smeared army jacket. He has wild unruly black curly hair, pointed ears and warm brown eyes. It’s Leo. Your Leo.

You audibly gasp, making heads turn to look at you. “Leo?!”

Leo scans the crowd, looking a little confused until his eyes land on you. His eyes widen, “(Y/N)?!”

Then you both simultaneously sprint towards each other, knocking over anyone in your way. Leo slows down as he draws closer but you speed up, slamming into him and knocking him over on to the grass. You start sobbing as you look into Leo’s eyes, which tears are welling up in too. 

“I can’t believe it’s you...” Leo whispers.

“I can’t believe it’s you either...Leo, I’ve missed you so much!” You say. Seeing Leo made it feel like a giant burden was lifted of off your shoulders. Seeing him made you feel complete. 

“I looked for you,” He says. “I ran away again and tried to find you but I couldn’t. (Y/N), I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. We’re together again that’s all that matters.” You say, smiling softly. 

He stares at you lovingly, his eyes drifting down to your lips. Then he kisses you. The feeling was something you’ve never experienced but it felt so right. You kiss back eagerly, running your hands through his curly hair. A series of Awwws sound throughout the camp. You pull back and smile. Leo is blushing like mad but smiles back. 

“Wait, this is the Leo?” Annabeth asks. 

You had told Annabeth all about Leo, but now you were regretting it. A bright red blush creeps up onto your face. 

“He’s kinda scrawny.” She comments.

You and Leo look at each other. A smirk appears on your face. “She’s gotta point there Valdez.”

A mischievous grin appears on his face. “At least I don’t tell stupid ass jokes, mi princesa.”

[potionsprefect]

Midnight Visit

Pairings: Blaine Hayes x Jennifer Monroe

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: Because the car date was nowhere near enough

Rating: T

Category: fluff, smut (ish)

Blaine looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes gleaming with adrenaline, his heart beating at a million miles an hour.

He was about to a daring thing. When he learnt he would be attending this school last year, never did he believe he would end up sneaking around to see a certain Rutherland girl.

But Jennifer Monroe was always worth it.

Blaine had been captured by her witty personality and strong willed character. Now he had trouble staying away from her. Blaine had been sucked in and he knew he would have trouble getting back out.

He didn’t want to get out.

Blaine opened the window and felt the cool, crisp night hair hit his skin. Above him, the moon was shining brightly amongst the hundreds of stars and the grounds were quiet. Not a human nor animal was about.

Blaine looked down to see it was only a small drop to the grassy surface. Blaine swung his legs over and dropped down hitting the grass and standing up straight.

Perfect. Now all he had to do was make his way to Jennifer’s dorm.

He knew he was playing with fire and that she was most likely asleep. But Blaine was never one to play by the rules.

Blaine walked through the schools grounds, carefully avoiding security that were lurking by the front gates. He knew where Jennifer’s dorm was but he knew Tatum would be on the lookout so getting into her room would be difficult.

But Blaine Hayes had a plan. He always had a plan.

Thankfully, Jennifer’s room was right next to a large tree so all Blaine would have to do is climb it and knock on her window. He could see it in the distance, and unusually, behind the blinds, the light was on in her room.

Blaine grinned as he headed over to the said bedroom. Looking at the tree above him, he climbed it with ease, nothing was a match for him. Holding onto a branch with his left hand, Blaine leaned forward and knocked on the glass with his right hand. A few seconds later, the blinds opened.

“Oh my god! Blaine?” Jennifer stared curiously at him as she opened the window.

“Surprise.” Blaine grinned.

“Here let me help you inside. What are you doing here?” Jennifer grabbed his hand and helped him through the window.

“I had to see you. The drive in movie was nowhere near enough time.” Blaine grinned stepping closer.

“Am I that difficult to stay away from?” Jennifer grinned as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Absolutely. But you’re worth the risk.” Blaine smiled.

Jennifer leant up to kiss Blaine. He immediately responds, running his hands through her hair, the silky strands were soft on his fingers. Blaine guided them back to her bed, sitting down and pulling her on top of him so she was straddling his waist, without even breaking the kiss. Blaine leaned in to kiss her neck, occasionally adding his teeth to the equation.

“You’re gonna give me a hickey.” Jennifer breathed, resting her hands on Blaine’s chest.

“People will think it’s from your mystery lover.”

Blaine smirked against her skin as he gripped her backside.

“Well they’re not wrong. It’s just a shame they haven’t discovered the true identity.” Jennifer grinned.

“I’m glad they haven’t. This bubble is too much fun. I want you all to myself.”

“Well isn’t that case you shouldn’t stop kissing me.”

Blaine grinned as he leant forward to press his lips to Jennifer’s, a small sigh escaping her. Her hands found their way to his hair and Blaine groaned as she tugged on it gently.

With quick reflexes, Blaine flipped their positions so he was hovering above her. There was a look of desire in her eyes.

“What is it?” She asked breathlessly.

“I....” Blake began. It was hard to put it into words. He really liked Jennifer, but he didn’t want to rush things with her. He wanted to get to know her properly. “I don’t want to rush things with you Jenny. I really like you, but I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want.”

Jennifer looked up at Blaine. Her hands cupped his face as she pulled him closer, their noses only centimetres apart.

“You are the most thoughtful person I have ever met. And I would love it if you took your shirt off.” Jennifer smirked.

Smirking back, Blaine quickly pulled his shirt off and threw it onto the floor then slowly leant forward to trace his hands on Jennifer’s stomach, nipping at her neck.

“Take it off.” Jennifer said breathlessly.

Flashing a big grin, Blaine unbuttoned Jennifer’s top, allowing his fingers to deftly trace her warm skin. He then threw the garment on the floor.

Jennifer then pulled off Blaine’s trousers and pulled him under the duvet, wrapping her arms around her neck, pulling him flush against her.

“Tatum is literally right outside my door.” Jennifer giggled as Blaine began kissing across her chest. “And with Dionne...” Her breath hitched as Blaine added his teeth to the already faint red marks. “Those walls are thin.”

“Been doing some wall measuring in your spare time Monroe?” Blaine lifted his head to look at Jennifer, a big smirk on his face.

“I’ve always been a fan of DIY. I once helped build a children’s centre in Rutherland. The practicalities are important.” Jennifer replied.

“How is it that simply by saying that, its made you more attractive?” Blaine leant down to press a kiss to Jennifer’s lips.

“I think I’m gonna need a demonstration.” Jennifer smirked as she pulled Blaine closer, running her hands down his chest.

“I’m happy to help.” Blaine grinned as he tangled his legs with hers.

— — — — —

The early morning sun stirred Jennifer out of a peaceful sleep. She looked round the room, everything looked normal apart from the obvious fact that clothes covered her bedroom floor. Memories of last night flooded her.

They didn’t go all the way. There was just a lot of kissing, leg tangling and moaning. Jennifer could see the faint red marks on the tops of her legs in the mirror that sat opposite her bed.

There were also a pair of strong arms wrapped around her. Jennifer looked up to see Blaine sleeping peacefully. Leaning forward she pressed short, quick kisses to his neck, gently rousing him from his sleep.

“Good morning.” Jennifer smiled as Blaine opened his eyes.

“Now it is.” Blaine smiled back as he kissed Jennifer, pressing their bodies together. “What time is it?”

“Around 6. You need to go before Dionne comes in here and drags me out of bed.” Jennifer said.

“Well that would be a nice surprise for her wouldn’t it? Seeing Rutherland and Ardona in bed together.” Blaine smirked.

“The shriek will burst my eardrums. Come on you need to get dressed.” Jennifer said getting out of bed and pulling her top on.

Reluctantly, Blaine got out of bed and got dressed, taking as long as he could, trying to drag out the moment before he would have to leave.

“Is this the part where I ask when will I see you next?” Blaine said with a smile as he pulled Jennifer into his arms.

“There’s a brain up there that belong to you. We have class in about three hours.” Jennifer replied.

“Far too long away to see you next.” Blaine leant dangerously forward, his lips a breath away.

Jennifer closed the gap, pulling Blaine closer wrapping her arms around his neck as his hands snaked round her waist. Jennifer coaxed his mouth open with her tongue, enticing a loud moan from Blaine. He pulled away, pressing his forehead against hers.

“I really enjoyed last night.” Jennifer smiled, cheeks flushed.

“Theres plenty of evidence to suggest you did.” Blaine chuckled, noting the prominent marks on Jennifer’s neck.

“They’ll be easy to hide, the others I secretly hope someone notices.” Jennifer nuzzles his nose.

“Me too. Same time tomorrow night?” Blaine joked.

“This time I’ll make the trip to yours. Now go before Tatum comes in here and knocks you out.” Jennifer chuckled heading to the window and opening it.

Blaine pressed one last kiss to Jennifer’s lips, before climbing out the window and grabbing onto the tree branches.

“See you soon Rutherland.” Blaine winked before he jumped down onto the grass.

Jennifer laughed as she watched him head back down campus ground and disappear round the corner. She flopped back down onto her bed, a big grin on her face.

Blaine Hayes continued to surprise her in more ways than one. And long may he continue to do that.

— — — — —

So I finally finished my FA fic in time for tonight’s finale.

I’m sad we’re not getting a book 2 but that’s not gonna stop me from writing FA fanfiction

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[laiqart]

The Untamed vs MDZS Anime: Which is better?

Going to japan now. Currently in the plane. The in flight tv is broken. So... ive been watching mdzs on youtube!

Hot damn the animation is beautiful. Every frame is a work of art. How the hell. Its so beautiful. I mean they use 3D a lot for the backgrounds and boats but its still gorgeous and not too jarring. The lighting is so realistic, scenery too. All the fighting choreography is beautiful. The way the swords swing in the air looks so fluid, and when swords clash its in flashes of light the color of their sword. Such a tasteful yet stylistic choice. Everyone's, esp wwx, hair is so flowy, so detailed every strand sways in the wind. The waves reflect light and move smoothly. How the hell did they do that. How. I was thinking of doing those screencap redraw thingy with the scene when wwx whacks lwj's boat. (they also emphasised how far lwj's boat was sinking into the water, which makes it more convincing how wwx can deduce that theres something underneath vs the live action where lwj's boat looked normal..) it was damn beautiful. The thing is, the point of these redraws is that the animation looks simple, so the redraw would enhance the scene. But for mdzs, everything is already in peak quality, redrawing it will only look worse. Its like writing fanfiction of books. The original writing is so damn beautiful, fan fiction ends up being such a stark difference that the reader cant help but compare the 2.

Drama, as everyone says, shows better facial expressions due to the live actors, so emotions hit harder. But anime def LOOKs way better in all action scenes. Angles that follow the characters are used to emphasise scale between enemy and chracters, and all the movements feel so dynamic, and i love how when they use talisman spell thingies they got a circle of light in an intricate pattern thats super beautiful. In the drama, its just a piece of paper.

However, i prefer drama's lwj. Maybe cos wyb looks so young, its more believable when he freaks out over the adult book that wwx gives him in the library scene. In the anime, he looks 20+-30+. Its a bit hard to believe that he'd be worried over that. Idk theres a kind of innocence and naivety that leads to the stubborn refusal to express emotion that young lwj is plagued with that we have in the untamed (was this intentional on wyb's part or is it because the teenage lwj wig made his eyes look floaty, so he seems more like a teenager and naive, less experienced as a cultivator vs lwj 13 years later? Dk but it works!). In the anime, he looks like an adult thats calm and level headed already from the get-go. Idk maybe i just havent watched enough (only seen up til the water demons in caiyi town). In both anime and drama, everyone and i mean EVERYONE besides the fricking babies looks the same 13/16 years later. It doesn't feel like time has passed at all. I wish they would have maybe a change in costume, or hairstyle in the anime. The drama at least changes their costumes a little and neatens the hairstyle of jiang cheng and lwj to indicate maturity.

Btw i love that in the anime for the water demons section they had wwx and jc casually chatting (though its a blatant cornetto ad which is fricking weird. How can there be frozen treats back in those days), then wwx beautifully catapulting himself onto a boat and rowing away showing the unique and romantic af mode of transport in caiyi town, then smoothly transitioning to the lan bros on the bridge right above them with lwj asking why lxc decided to bring them along. Its just tying together so many scenes, quickening the plot along and yet doing it so naturally and seamlessly compared with the novel and drama.

Though i like that the drama involved wn and wq and have wwx save wn, and makes way more sense why wn would want to risk his life to help wwx recover his parents fricking corpse illegally right under the nose of wen chao and wen zhuliu.

The anime removed the entire mystery plot of a yan and the fairy goddess statue and thats honestly the best best best choice to make. In the drama, it was one of the worse sections ever cos i didnt understand who all these random ass characters were (it was one of the first mysteries in the drama) and yet it didnt go into detail like they did in the novel, so not only did i not know what was going on, i also didnt give a single shit about the characters. When i saw that they completely did away with the random passer bys who screwed around with the fairy statue, i was thoroughly impressed.

I liked that the drama let nhs have his own trouble making moments tho, like having him sneak a live bird into class. It makes it more convincing that wwx would be friends with him because they both have a mischievous side that they can both appreciate in each other. In the anime, nhs just looks like a loser nerd thats weak in swordplay and does wwx's homework for him, without a will of his own. It doesnt make sense why wwx would keep him around. Then again, maybe itll make the reveal that nhs is a conniving mastermind more impactful for the anime, oh well only time will tell.

I liked that lxc and lwj look similar in the anime. Its more convincing when people call them the twin jades of the lan clan. In the drama, they hardly looked like brothers. Lxc looks more like lwj's mentor or teacher rather than an older brother. In the anime, they look more siblingy.

I miss drama wen ning. I rmb when he looked so fierce and terrifying in his first appearance. I was legit intimidated. Oh how hes changed! Hes so fluffy now. In the anime hes equally menacing. His fight scene with the statue goddess was so beautiful. Doesnt it take a long time to animate the chains moving so fluidly yet dynamically yet somehow looks like it can disintegrate rock in an instant? The lighting on it too, how it reflected the fire of the forest around them. Have i mentioned how beautiful having that fight scene at night was? It was dark and ominous looking, yet the fire cast an epic looking light over the scene with warm orange glows. And the animators had that fiery light reflected in anything they could find: eyes, chains, swords.

Ooh but jiang cheng's whip looked prettier in the drama than in the anime, which is kind of weird given they were both cgi-ed. Somehow the lighting of the whip in the drama was brighter, looked more like real lightning vs the whip in the anime looking a little dull, like they colored it then added a gray filter. This is kinda bizarre given the laughably bad effects of the effects for everything else in the drama. Visuals for non human things is not the drama's strong suit, so it makes u wonder what happened for the anime whip. Maybe in the dark, the lightning would have to look hella bright and reflect on the surroundings (tedious to color) more so than in the day, hence why it looked worse in anime vs drama. Oh well.

As for lan sizhui, its weird that his voice is so deep in the anime (and audio drama!). Ive always seen him as a kiddo thanks to the live action, so hearing him sound mature is kinda off-putting. He sounds like a leader, and gives off lwj vibes vs in the live action where he gives a goody two shoes studious nerd vibe, whos just trying his best. Maybe this is better, he feels way more like a lwj-raised child(serious and business-like) which makes more sense. Live action lsz feels like a wwx(optimistic and intelligent) AND lwj(well-behaved and sensible)-raised child. Anime lsz looks like hes got his shit together. Jinling is fairly similar in both, maybe less prideful in the anime (in live action theres the scene where im pretty sure he indirectly kills one of his men by wishing for the fairy goddess statue to come to life. That was a hella asshole move. This was omitted in the anime.) Jingyi in the anime somehow looks snarkier. Maybe cos he straight up duels with jinling and kicks him down a dark cave. Ive been wondering why all the tumblr posts depict ljy as this sassy ass short tempered kid when he was quite tame (though sassy by lan standards) in the live action. Now i know.

The costumes for the drama is better, more detailed though thats expected i guess. I just love that they have little white gusu lan clan uniforms that wwx jc and friendos are required to wear. Its so cute and such a cool detail. In anime, theyre all in their usual garb, and they just look like random people who decided to turn up at lan qirens class. In the drama, it looks more like a school that they have to attend for half a year and it feels characteristic that gusu lan clan would require their students to have a uniform, given their incredibly strict regime type. It also serves to separate the happy carefree school days from all the other tragic af events in wwx's life. His costume starts out white showing innocence and purity of his naiive teenage years who had yet to experience hardship and still feels invincible as a youth. After school, he wears dark blue, as he goes on an adventure with lanzhan and experience how important the yin iron is (gives up the joking light hearted nature as a teenager by realizing the gravity of situation if the wen clan gets their hands on it) and maybe that hes not truly part of the jiang clan who wears purple. Then his costume eventually becomes black as he experiences his first life and death situation that he isnt sure he can handle. That child like assurance that "oh the seniors will let me off" or "im sure jiang fengmian will come to my rescue" gets demolished when he undergoes cruel indoctrination at the wen clans. This visual development may be a bit on the nose, but personally i love subtle representations.

Overall, the anime does do a better of job of explaining the world's mechanics, which is quite important. The drama is quite faithful to the book, at times even more so than the anime, so it irks me that this is the one thing they decide to skim on. The god damn premise, the first thing the audience needs: why the hell is wwx alive again and what is mo xuanyu doing?? I guess the drama thought that it explains itself but it doesnt really. It was really confusing. The anime, though somehow faster than the drama, still has the time to properly explain mxy. A technique ive noticed is that they do exposition during the fight scenes, which is so ingenius. Its visually appealing, as always, so its not boring, the viewers gets to understand whats going on AND it gives the sense that the characters are so skilled that they carry causal conversations while fighting supposedly weak enemies like zombies and water ghosts, which is accurate seeing how wwx and lwj and friends are supposed to be one of the most powerful cultivators.

TL;DR both are good lol

[gilbert-blythe-ruined-my-life]

Anna watches S03xE10 for the first time (warning: spoilers!)

I’M GOING TO CRY.

Here we go guys!!

Last ep of season 3!

I am NOT ready.

Not in the least.

I’m so freaked out.

I don’t want it to end.

I’m so worried.

Let’s go!

MY HEART IS BEATING SO FAST.

YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

I CAN FEEL MY HEART.

THIS CAN’T BE GOOD FOR ME.

I’M SHAKING.

WHAT THE HECK.

GUYS.

THAT THUMBNAIL.

WE’RE GETTING OUR SHIRBERT KISS.

 WE HAVE TO.

WE’RE GETTING OUR KISS.

WHOOP WHOOP.

NOW FOR THE SYNOPSIS.

SHOOT. MATTHEW’S GOING TO DIE ISN’T HE?

MATTHEW’S GOING TO DIE.

MY HEART IS BEATING SO FAST.

MY HEART.

MY HEART.

WHY ISN’T THIS EP LOADING.

I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE.

MY POOR HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS.

I’M SHAKING AS I TYPE.

POOR WINNIE.

GILBERT YOU JERK.

AT LEAST YOU DIDN’T PROPOSE.

IT HURTS MY HEART TO SEE HER CRY LIKE THIS.

‘I’m being thrown over for an unrequited love!’ WINNIE YOU DESERVE MORE THAN THAT.

‘Winnie, you deserve so much more than being settled for’. YES GILBERT. THAT’S MY BOY! MY SON! I TAKE BACK ANYTHING BAD I EVER SAID! YOU’VE MADE ME PROUD! MY SON! MY SON! MY SON! MY SON! MY SON!

LOOK AT MY SON!

PRIDE IS NOT THE WORD I’M LOOKING FOR!

THERE IS SO MUCH MORE INSIDE ME NOW!

MyYyYyYyYyYyYyY SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My heart hurts so much for Winnie rn. It’s breaking for her.

Does Anne’s hair look shorter to anyone else?

IF ANNE DOESN’T ACE HER EXAMS I’M GOING TO FLIP.

YES THEY TIED FOR FIRST!!!!

‘Is there anything else you’d like to say? Like to say to me?’

‘Congratulations’.

POOR ANNE. MY BABY. SHE’S GONNA THINK HE’S SO HEARTLESS.

‘Potato lightbulbs forever!’ LMAO.

YES YOU’RE NOT GOING TO THE SORBONNE. I TAKE BACK ALL I’VE SAID ABOUT MY SON. 

‘Worthy? Lovely? Kind? Aparently not’. NO I HATE THIS OH THE ANGST IS UNBEARABLE.

‘Now I have my answer and I am free’. NO ANNE YOU DON’T HAVE YOUR ANSWER.

‘And guess what? We’re going to be roomates!’ YES. DIANA BEST BE GOING TO QUEEN’S IN THIS VERSION. 

‘Diana this is a dream come true, if I could write the perfect ending to this chapter of our lives it would be this!’ SAME ANNE, SAME.

MY DIANNE HEART.

‘Seven days until we spread our wings and soar!’

OH IT’S ALL ABOUT TO GO DOWN.

ARE WE READY FOR THIS?

‘It’s your future not theres!’

‘IT’S NOT YOUR FUTURE IT’S OURS!’

I’M NGL, I LAUGHED SO HARD. I KNOW IT’S NOT FUNNY BUT I’M LAUGHING SO HARD RN.

‘Deceitful child! How could you! How could you be so selfish!’

 GETTING MAJOR MR G VIBES FROM MRS BARRY. SHE CAN’T FATHOM THE SELFHISHNESS OF IT!

‘You have one job!’

DID HE JUST SWEAR AT MY BABY. AND I WAS STARTING TO LIKE MR BARRY. 

NOBODY SHOUTS AT MY BABY. DIANA IS MY DAUGHTER, NOT YOURS. HOW DARE YOU.

MY BABY ANNE IS GONNA GET A CORSET.

‘They’re so uncomfortable!’

‘How have you come by this opinion since you’ve never worn one!’

YIKES, MARILLA DOESN’T KNOW, TIME TO PEDDLE BACK ANNE.

BAHAHAHAHAHA LOOK AT MATTHEW AND JERRY DURING CORSET TALK.

THEY WANT JERRY TO BOARD AT GREEN GABLES.

‘I’m not dead I’m just going to college!’ AGAIN I’M LAUGHING SO HARD.

‘So you’re getting a boy after all’. NO ANNE PLEASE BABY DON’T.

HAZEL IS PROUD OF BASH. IMA CRY.

BASH IS GONNA CRY TOO. OH, THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL.

GUYS.

GUYS.

IT’S THE PEN.

IT’S OUR HERO!

THE PEN HAS COME TO SAVE OUR SHIP!

OUR HERO HAS ARRIVED.

WE’RE HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO TILL THE MORNING LIGHT!

OUR HERO IS HERE, REJOICE!

I’M SORRY.

THIS LOVE LETTER.

HE’S WRITING HER A LOVE LETTER.

SHE’S THE LONE OBJECT OF HIS AFFECTION AND DESIRE.

WHAT IS THIS.

WHAT IS THIS.

ALRIGHT, WHICH ONE OF US WROTE THIS?

THIS IS FANFICTION.

SHE’S THE KEEPER OF THE KEY TO HIS HEART.

SHE’S THE KEEPER OF THE KEY TO HIS HEART.

SHE’S THE KEEPER OF THE KEY TO HIS HEART.

SHE’S THE KEEPER OF THE KEY TO HIS HEART.

ANNE SHIRLEY CUTHBERT IS THE KEEPER OF THE KEY TO GILBERT BLYTHE’S HEART.

EXCUSE ME GUYS I HAVE TO TAKE A BREAK.

I HAVE TO SCREAM.

I NEED TO TAKE A WALK.

BRB.

*elevator music plays*

I’M BACK FROM MY BREAK. I WAS AT LEAST HALF AN HOUR.

I’M STILL NOT CALM.

THE BREAK DID NOTHING.

HE DOESN’T WANT TO ALARM HER.

HE DOESN’T EXPECT HER FAVOUR.

BUT HE CAN’T IN GOOD CONSCIENCE NOT REVEAL HIMSELF.

HE’S NOT ENGAGED, NOR WILL HE BE.

UNLESS IT’S TO ANNE.

HOLD UP.

HOLD THE PHONE.

DID HE JUST CALL HER HIS ANNE?

HIS ANNE WITH AN E?

I CAN’T TAKE THIS

SHOOT. TIME FOR ANOTHER HALF HOUR BREAK.

*elevator music plays*

THE WRITERS READ SHIRBERT FANFICTION, I SWEAR.

HE’S IN HER ROOM. WHAT.

THE PEN CAME THROUGH SO GOOD.

ANNE NAMED THE COWS PRIDE AND PEJUDICE. I AM SCREAMING.

SHE’S FOUND THE LETTER.

WHAT THE HECK.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

THIS IS MORE PAINFUL THAN ANNE’S NOTE.

NO, PLEASE, NO.

WHY?

WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY????

WHY?

ANNE YOU’RE SO STUPID.

MY STUPID DAUGHTER.

UGH.

REALLY ANNE?

NOW YOU’VE REARRANGED THE LETTER?

I HATE THIS.

I HATE THIS.

‘I don’t matter. I can’t fly’.

WELL BREAK MY HEART WHILE YOU’RE AT IT.

WHY THIS WHY????

‘My poor diana. They’ve clipped your wings’.

HAHAHAHA IT’S OKAY I DIDN’T NEED MY HEART ANYWAY.

I HATE ALL OF THIS.

‘Gilbert is marrying the girl of his dreams and it’s not me’. 

OH THE WRITERS ARE REALLY HAVING FUN AREN’T THEY?

THEY THINK THIS IS FUNNY?

THAT THIS IS A JOKE?

THIS IS MY LIFE!!!!!

‘My grown up girl!’

‘I don’t wanna go! I wanna stay here and do my chores and be a family round the fire and I want things to go back to the way they used to be!’

This reminds me of that spongebob episode where spongebob goes to his grandma’s with Patrick and gets jealous of Patrick and decides he doesn’t want to be a grownup after all. Only in this scenario Anne is spongebob, Matthew is the grandma and Jerry is Patrick.

ELIJAH.

YES ELIJAH, GET YOUR REDEMPTION ARC!

NO, PLEASE.

I UNDERSTAND BASH’S ANGER.

BUT PLEASE.

LET HIM FORGIVE HIM SOON.

PLEASE.

IT’S WHAT MARY WOULD HAVE WANTED.

‘Please forgive me, mama. Forgive me’.

OKAY THIS IS BEYOND PAINFUL.

THIS IS A NEW LEVEL OF PAIN.

‘You can’t know happiness unless you’ve known sorrow’. PREACH MISS STACEY PREACH. ONE CAN’T EXIST WITHOUT THE OTHER.

MRS THOMAS HAS THINGS FROM THE SHIRLEY HOUSE. OH BOY. HERE WE GO.

‘I hope you’re pondering your insensitivity to our child!’

NO MATTHEW DON’T CRY.

‘I don’t want her to worry about us! I want her to step into the shoes of her own life!’

THE FEELINGS.

ELIJAH IS HELPING ON THE FARM. PLEASE LET HIM HAVE HIS REDEMPTION ARC. PLEASE, PLEASE.

LOOK AT MY GROWN UP BABY.

OH, HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE LOOKS!

SHE’S TAKING KA’KWET’S HAIRTIES.

TIME TO CRY.

BRB.

OH THE PAIN.

LOOK AT MY BABIES.

LOOK AT HOW GROWN UP THEY ALL ARE!

THE MAID LILY IS DEAF!!! SHE’S SIGNING!!

ANNE IS MISSING DIANA.

I CAN’T BELIEVE ANNE NEVER GOT TO READ GILBERT’S LOVENOTE.

I’M SUING FOR EMOTIONAL DISTRESS.

A LETTER FROM SCOTLAND.

I BET SHE HAS FAMILY.

ELIJAH AND DELLY. MY HEART. MY HEART!!!!

LOOK AT COLE. MY SON! HE LOOKS SO GOOD! HE LOOKS SO HAPPY!

ANNE IS SO BEAUTIFUL! LOOK AT MY BABY! LOOK AT MY PRINCESS!!!!

NO EXTENDED FAMILY? UGH

NO COMMUNICATION AFTER IMMIGRATION? UGH.

ANNE AND COLE. HE KNOWS HER SO WELL. DON’T CRY MY BABY.

ANNE AND MATTHEW! IT’S WHAT WE DESERVE!

ANNE IS SO BEAUTIFUL!

YES MARILLA AND MATTHEW GO TO MRS THOMAS.

YES SHIRLEYS! REMEMBER THE SHIRLEYS!

‘For my Bertha, so you can share your love of the natural world with your pupils. Love always, Walter’.

PLEASE STOP. OH MY BERTHA AND WALTER FEELS. OH, THIS IS TOO MUCH. THIS IS FAR TOO MUCH!!

IS ANNE GONNA SEE WINNIE? YES!

YES WINNIE, TELL HER!

DIANA TELL HIM. DIANA, YES, MY DAUGHTER! TELL HIM!

THIS SPEECH. DIANA IS THE WHOLE FANDOM. WE LOVE YOU DIANA!

ALL HAIL QUEEN DIANA!

‘Letter? Diana, what letter?’

OH BOY.

IT’S ALL ABOUT TO GO DOWN!

HE’S RUNNING TO HER.

HE’S FOUND HER.

OH BOY.

THE LOOKS.

IT’S WHAT WE’VE WANTED.

THEY KNOW HOW THEY FEEL.

I CAN’T BELIEVE IT.

OH MY.

OH MY.

OH MY.

OH MY.

OH MY.

OH MY.

OH MY.

OH MY.

OH MY.

WE GOT IT.

SHIRBERT FAM.

 WE GOT IT.

WE POPPIN THE BIGGEST BOTTLES.

CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES COME ON!

IT’S A CELEBRATION!

SHE’S PINCHING HERSELF. SAME, GIRL, SAME!

ANNE KISSED GILBERT.

TWO KISSES.

WE GET TWO KISSES!!!

TWO KISSES!

AND A HAND KISS!

OH WE ARE EATING SO GOOD!

CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES COME ON!

A LITTLE PARTY NEVER KILLED NOBODY!

SO WE GON DANCE UNTIL WE DROP!

DIANA’S HERE! SHE’S GOING TO QUEENS!

THREE KISSES.

THREE KISSES!

THREE KISSES??????

 AM I DREAMIING

I’M DREAMING! I’M SHAKING!

OH THE BEAUTY!

THE BEAUTY!

THE BEAUTY!

A LITTLE PARTY NEVER KILLED NOBODY!

SO WE GON DANCE UNTIL WE DROP!

SO THEY’VE GIVEN BERTHA THE RED HAIR! I’M NOT EVEN MAD! IT FITS SO WELL!

I LOVE RED HEADED BERTHA!

GUYS TIME TO SCREAM.

NOT ONLY DID WE GET A KISS.

WE GOT THREE KISSES.

AND A HAND KISS.

TIME TO DIE.

OH HOW BEAUTIFUL.

I’M SO HAPPY RN.

TIME TO PARTY GUYS! LET’S PARTY ALL NIGHT!

WE GON DANCE UNTIL WE DROP! 

TIME TO CELEBRATE!

THREE KISSES! THREE!!!!!!!!

AND A HAND KISS!

A little party never killed nobody, so we gon' dance until we drop A little party never killed nobody, right here, right now's all we got A little party never killed nobody, so we gon' dance until we drop A little party never killed nobody, right here, right now's all we got

[mo-ondial]

GUYS IM STILL FUCKING SCREAMIMG OVER HTTYD 3

i just. ah. AHH.!!..,??? !!! !!!! !!!!! czthgjbctigfyhxfuvchgxdyibgyub

i was eight when the first movie came out and i watched it so many fucking times, like. remember the guy that watched shrek in his head? I DID THAT. I KNEW EVERY LINE. I WOULD BE BORED SOMETIME AND JYST BE LIKE. where’d i press pause last time? oh RIGHT it was here, and i would continue. i had a piece of paper that had an order of which scenes went where and with that i could pull every scene out of my memory to watch. it was like a party trick, one time my father was like “hey come here” and he asked me to recite httyd and you fucking bet im like this. is berk. its twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death… another time hes just like “skip to scene 3” and fuck yea my eight year old ass goes ugh, the gods hate me. some people lose their knife in the mud... i drew shitty fanart. made up wild fanfiction in my head about elemental dragons. my FRIENDS were a part of my dragon stories i made up. i worked for WEEKS hand-sewing a stuffed toothless, with toothpick bones and attention to detail and i had an invisible pen with the light at the end that i put into it so that it would glow like he was shooting fire. i was fucking wild.

and then the series??? was amazing. i watched it every week. i NEVER let my parents delete it off the dvr. im not much of a tv person but i watched every episode so many times. the writing wasnt nearly as good but there was no stopping me i will stand behind the show with my life. remember heather?? heather was SO GOOD. 

now is when im really filling sketchbooks with dragons. i made and astrid cosplay, i made the bird skulls out of salt dough and accessories out of tin foil and took the time to crochet and wig that looked like a hat. 

and dont forget those specials... they were even worse i loved them.  and then??? the second movie and i was dying. there were so many episodes about stoic and he just.. i .. im .. no. not allowed. remember thornado??? gold. i was NOT ready. and his mom is?? wow. and?? hes OLD like, what???

small side track the second movie was when i got a toothless buildabear. now. i REALLY fucking wanted this thing for my ninth birthday when the first movie came out. and my sister told me that i was going to to get it!! wow!! so excited!! she said that they already got it and it was waiting in the basement for my birthday. turns out that wasnt true and i was sad that i didnt get one. they went out of stock and i didnt get my toothless because i dont like... say anything. really. so im telling this to my mom and she had no idea so you know what fucking happens when the second movie comes out and buildabear toothless is back? im fucking driving across town and accross ANOTHER town (our buildabear closed since) and marched into that shop full of children and i got myself the toothless that i wanted for seven years. he is bEAUTIFUL and VERY HUGGABLE. anyways

and then my sister and i are in my grandma’s guest bed over christmas and were going to watch netflix together and she’s just like “oh look theres a dragon thing?” oh word they got riders of berk on netflix? WAIT WHAT IS THIS

and then there was RACE TO THE EDGE and it was FANTASTIC! whenever a new season came out, always by total fucking surprise to me because the timing was kinda random and i never figured out where they announce releases, i spend a weekend watching everything and have a little dragon phase all over again because. theyre just. so good. starts out with hiccup... he’s gotta explore. its just his nature to explore and invent and do it all with his friends. and now he CAN and its just... wow. fuck. AND HEATHER CAME BACK I LOVE HEATHER!!! SHE WAS A MAIN CHARACTER FOR LIKE PRACTICALLY A WHOLE SEASON!!!! but she had to be alone again... what a girl. and that was a lot yall. six seasons is. a lot. so much more to explore and everyone changed so much and then just... the ending. the ENDING!!! you see alvin, ah, yes, remember alvin??? and POOR STOIC!!! the mourning we were missing from the second movie before it even happened... hiccups realizing his loyalty to berk is versus his need to explore. hes like his awesome hermit mom but hes also like his stubborn loyal dad. and i just CANT BELEIVE they. burned the dragon eye. that was it, that was the start to it all... how do you burn all of that amazing INFORMATION. all of it gone, because their enemies cant get their shit together. that was the end of exploring. the kids were growing up. they left the edge and thats just... its the edge. thats their home. how can you do this. fuck, it really is over. i cant get over it. 

and. now. the. THIRD MOVIE????? i went in fucking hiccup clothes, buildabear toothless in hand, and wow. okay so at first i was like “why u gotta give toothless a girlfriend? unnecesary” but it was actually perfect... she was wild. she represented toothless’ wild roots and that he had to return to it, he had a responsibility as the new alpha. next to eachother you really see how much toothless is just... domestic. with the narrowed eyes like first movie toothless, like... wow. WOW. yall remember the gift of the night fury and the isle of night and all of that about toothless having no one like him, but hiccup had no one like him so they were together. but hiccup did have people that were like him, people there for him, and toothless found people like him too...

and they referenced the show !!!! fishlegs made a dragon trading card the fucking nerd... you see all the dragons from drob and rtte!! smothering smokebreath was in one! we saw fireworm dragons! the glowing algae from the flightmare episode! and did you see hiccup’s toy!!! hiccup had his stuffed dragon in the flashback!!!! the one from his mother, the one that he was afraid of that years later trader (read:traitor) johan found in a fishing net! tuffnut said he’d been to two weddings. guys. he has. that one he mentioned where he got officiated and then when he officiated fishlegs and ruffnut’s accidental wedding. not to mention. RUFFNUT! holy fuck i loved that monolougue. i hate when ruffnut is treated as just an accesory to tuffnut and i was so happy to see this perfect scene, so perfectly ruffnut and totally herself and not to mention HILAIRIOUS. 

im just. fuck. FUCKKK!!!!! FUCK!! theyve been through so much... toothless was a part of his LIFE! without toothless hiccup wouldn’t be hiccup. without hiccup toothless wouldn’t be toothless. but people have to grow up. and that’s really the saddest part. toothless is now immortalized as a childhood dragon. it was a perfect, incredible, amazing childhood and absolutely everything became a piece of what hiccup became. he isn’t a kid anymore. hiccup is someone else. hiccup is someone who has a history, a past he might mention once of twice... of a different boy. someone who was a kid. a kid who loved his dragon and loved all dragons and all he wanted was to invent and to learn and to know and to connect people and make peace and save everyone and make a utopia. 

but now its over and im crying 

[guessknee]

about me !

aka me nerding out about things i like

Video Games !

the aesthetics, soundtracks, art, landscapes, everything about video games i love. i love playing jrpgs, visual novels and rhythm games. i love watching streams of all types of games though!

currently into watching apex legends, league of legends, valorant, csgo (on occasion), breath of the wild, and some older jrpgs.

i have a goal of beating one major game a month! i love playing games but i often buy too many at once and then play one while forgetting about the others. i dont know if anyone else has that problem so i made a system (gonna get really nerdy for a second) where i track video game releases im interested in for each of my consoles and i pick one game from each month to play and hopefully beat and one game to buy a collectors edition for (if available).

recently completed games

dec-feb

god of war ragnarok

crisis core reunion

one piece odyssey (almost complete 80% of the way done)

games im excited to play soon

the persona ports (jan release)

fire emblem engage (jan release)

octopath traveler 2 (feb release) - collectors edition preorder!

theatrhythm final bar (feb release)

kirbys return to dreamland (feb release)

story of seasons (jan release)

mobile games im playing

twisted wonderland

ensemble stars

genshin impact (on and off)

consoles i own (i have a weird thing with clue consoles and handhelds - i never realized i always bought blue ones till a about a year ago maybe its because i loved sonic as a kid...)

ps5

ps4

ps2

switch (animal crossing)

psp (light blue)

ps vita (light blue/white)

wii (i never use it)

ds

2ds (blue)

dsi (light blue)

Anime / Manga !

i love anime and manga. ive grown up with it ever since i was around 5. i would stay up on saturday nights till 7 am when inuyasha would start playing on adult swim. if i was ever too tired i would record the episode on our dvr and would watch it after getting home from kindergarten. crazy age to watch inuyasha but i always found it so cool.

also grew up on naruto. i am such a naruto nerd i have rewatched the og and shippuden so many times i can tell people which episode events happened, i can sing the openings in order, i can name most characters, etc. the naruto brainrot is bad. same thing with bleach and dragonball z. the new bleach has me so hyped i loved watching every episode made me want to rewatch the main series but i have no time so i just watch small clips here and there.

i love just about every genre of anime tbh. sports animes (baki, hajime no ippo, kengan asura, one outs, eyeshield 21, etc). idol animes (idolish 7, tsukiuta, tsukipro, etc). shounen, mystery, shoujo, literally everything. i have to be in a certain mood to watch mech animes but whenever one comes out that catches my eye i put all my energy into watching it. i think the only genre i dont enjoy much is isekai, i used to like them but new ones come out too often i cant keep up.

currently watching

one piece (caught up)

blue lock

buddy daddies

monster

vinland saga s2

trigun stampede

yowapeda limit break

tokyo revengers s2

Cars !

my day to day guilty pleasure is cars. i love cars. they are cool, go fast, go stutututu, whine, be loud, have cool lights, i love everything about a good car.

i have a brz! bought it myself and it is my pride adn joy. it is one of my favorite cars and when i bought it in november i literally cried. I drive manual and its so fun to me! i want to learn how to drift but im a bit nervous because i dont want to accidentally mess up anything in my car.

Reading !

i love books i love reading. i love fiction, sci-fi, philosophy, nonfiction, fanfiction, everything. I was never into books like harry potter and anything with too many magical elements in them but always loved horror and more mystery thriller books.

i have been dying to buy more physical books to add to my mini library in my room but theres a few books on my backlog i need to complete before i do that.

i also have a slowly growing manga collection that i desperately need to add to.

i read all day all night on my phone but the feeling of flipping real pages is so satisfying and having the weight of a book in my bag is just so nice.

Music !

not to toot my own horn but my spotify wrapped minutes is always 140k+. i listen to music all day everyday. while doing homework, reading, driving, working, in class (pay attention dont be like me), watching stuff it doesnt matter. i have a terrible habit of getting bored of something very easily so i always multitask and need 20 things happening at the same time so music is amazing at keeping me focused.

i love 'underground archive', rnb, krnb, jpop, citypop, lofi, rap, edm, literally a whole lot of stuff. i dont like pop that much ive grown to realize same with country, i can listen to it but only if someone else wants to.

thats it! literally my whole being in a post.