#listen. i don't know if this makes sense. but to me it does

[slightly-knot-insane]

Under Your Cold Fingertips

[ m!monster x fem!reader ]

a/n: bodyguard x protégée, fluff and smut, forbidden romance content: nsfw, oral (male and female receiving), p in v, pulling out

"I must rest here a moment, mistress."

The hollow sound of his voice under the helmet is very quiet. He's been walking next to your horse for a while, limping, but insisting he is fine. The snow gathered on his armor and his gray horns were decorated with little crystals.

"Of course!" You hastily unmount, sensing he is unwell.

His armor loudly clanks as he almost falls on the steps beneath the abandoned gate. You hear him breathe heavily and hot. As you look back the way you came, you see droplets of blood branding his every footstep.

"You are badly hurt!" you shout. "You fool, why didn't you tell me?"

He remains silent, his hot breath creating a fog around his head. Maybe you're imagining, but he looks like he's... shaking? Gods...

"Quickly, let's undress you," you order him and kneel in front of him.

"M-mistress..." his metal gauntlets clink as he jerks his arms upwards in shock. "What are you doing? You'll get dirty."

"Shut up," you retort. "I can wash my clothes and shoes. But I can't revive my most loyal bodyguard, can I?"

He doesn't say anything and let's you untie his boots. Meanwhile, he carefully releases buckles below his chin. He removes his helmet slowly but the metal still scrapes against his horns. He is a bit pale and has dark rings surround his eyes. If his sclera wasn't black, you're sure you would see how very bloodshot they are.

You suck air between your teeth. "Your bandages are soaked!" Trying not to harm him further, you carefully start unwrapping the bloodied material.

"Mistress, please! This is highly inappropriate."

You just shoot him a furious glance to shut him up. You barely know anything about wounds or treating them, but the gash is long and bleeding heavily. "This looks bad...", you utter.

"It's fine, I heal fast—" Without waiting him to finish, you quickly get all the necessary things and with his help clean his wound. He hisses as the disinfectant slides down his skin.

"I'm so sorry," you whisper while dabbing around his wound. "You don't deserve this."

A large calloused palm covers your fingers. He is surprisingly gentle. He... never touched you like this before. "Mistress, your hands are cold." Wrapped by his clawed fingers, he brings your hands closer to his mouth and blows onto them. Warm air as white as fog twirls around your heads.

"I—" You wanted to say something, something funny or friendly probably, maybe even witty, but your mind went blank. Or rather, every sensible thought got pushed back by that one idea.

You push yourself between his legs and kiss him. Too shocked to react, he keeps his mouth open like a fish until he grabs you by your shoulders and shakes you. "What are you doing? You can't... We..." He trails off looking at your lips. "We can't..."

"You're bleeding for me and I can't even kiss you?", you ask in an almost growling tone.

Still slightly shocked, he opens his mouth to speak, reconsiders and kisses you instead, tightly embracing you against his chest. And his hard and cold armor but you don't care. All you want are his warm lips and his tongue to shove itself down your throat. But not only that...

You slide down between his legs again, happy that doesn't have heavy plates on his lower body (even though that proved a wrong choice this morning). You quickly loosen his pants and push your hand inside. "This is wrong," he mutters over and over but does nothing to stop you taking his heavy and strange cock into your hands. You always wondered how it looks like. And tastes like.

You take it into your mouth, followed by his low and breathy fuck, and you hum around it as you use your tongue to explore every part of it. Listening to your guardian's moans makes you wet and your cunt clenches around nothing every time he jerks his hips up and thrusts into your mouth. You lick his phallus all over, sucking his tip and tracing his veins until he grabs your wrists and pulls you on him.

You stand above him, many layers of your dress stopping you to make the next step. You lift your skirts and chemise around your waist. "Forgive me," he says before he rips your undergarments and reaches your pussy. He leans forward and slides his tongue along your folds, his nose digging into your bush and soft tissue. He is growling like a hungry animal, devouring your nectar and you tremble above him, panting and gasping as his tongue finds all your secrets.

He pulls you down, onto his lap and you drop all your skirts onto you two. They hide everything that happens between you two and keep you warm at the same time.

There is a strange expression on his face. "Mistress..."

You kiss him before he says something stupid, and guide his cock inside you. Slight pang of pain causes you discomfort, but you can't help but roll your hips looking for pleasure. His arms are under your chemise and his claws dig into your hips. You moan into each others mouths, your breaths and bodies pushing the cold away. You ride his cock and with his help you feel the pulses of your peak building up.

"I'm close", you sob into his neck and he grabs your ass so that he could lift you and fuck you from below. You breath hitches from the force of his dick digging into your cunt and you quickly come undone. He kisses you, savoring your delight, and slides into your pussy slowly but deliberately, prolonging your orgasm as much as he can. He then pulls you onto his chest and positions himself so that he can push his whole cock into you easily. In and out, in and out, faster and faster.

Some outsider wouldn't see a thing happening hidden under those long and dirty skirts. But you could feel the tension of his muscles and his cock swelling inside you. He suddenly pulls out by lifting you like a child's toy and, with a long groan, he cums all over your thighs.

"I wish I saw your cock twitching and spilling," you say while you lay against his breastplate.

Still breathless, he chuckles, but also groans in discomfort. You finally remember. "Your leg!" You jump off his lap and see his leg bleeding again. "You fool! Why did you put me on your lap."

Completely ignoring your scolding, he pulls you down again and you sit like before, your naked cunt against his groin. "Because I don't care about that pain. I dreamed about this for a long time."

"You dreamed about fucking me outside in the cold?", you jab.

He chuckles. "Not exactly in the cold." He kisses your neck and jaw. "But outside, and inside, and in your bed, and in my bed, and against a wall, and on the table, and on the floor, and against a tree..."

As he names all the places he imagined, your pussy throbs against his muscles. "All that sounds lovely. But let's get your leg fixed first before you bleed to death."

He places his forehead against yours. "At least I would bleed for the most amazing woman in the world."

You hit him in the chest, blush overtaking your cheeks. "Shut up, you... fool."

[fangsandfeels]

Can anyone explain me what the ever-loving fuck is going on with the Qunari in Veilguard?

When I learned about Treviso occupation, I thought that was the result of Qunari officially being on the warpath. The Trespasser made it clear that the Qunari have been planning their invasion for quite a while - but chose to act covertly at first. Which makes perfect sense for Qunari, this is what they do. That would have also added some delicious moments for Taash and the Vashoth!Rook.

However, in the game we have not Qunari, but the Antaam (military). Which sounds stupid. The "it's not the nation, its it's soldiers doing it" excuse already sounds stupid if you ask me, but in the context of the Qunari lore it sounds even more stupid.

So, according to the accompanying media, Antaam...rebelled and acted without sanction. They have split into groups led by warlords who squabble between themselves and try to dig deep into the land they occupied. Which is bullshit.

The Antaam, meaning "body" in Qunlat, is the military of the Qunari led by the Arishok. Metaphorically, the Antaam are the eyes, ears, legs, arms and hands of the creature, everything that one needs to interact with the world, and so most Qunari encountered by Thedosians belong to the military

Antaam listen to the Arishok and Arishok alone. Qun is built on a system where everyone knows their place - and when they're out of place, they freak the fuck out, the massacre-the-family-because-my-tool-is-lost way. So, the probability of a large group of Qunari, an entire fucking army doing something without a command, and then digging a deeper hole for themselves by warlording is extremely low. Also, by all accounts, they're stop being seen by their kin as Qunari - they are Tal-Vashoth. Because they acted on their own volition, disobeyed the order, disobeyed the Arishok. This is not how the Qun works. No matter what they say, how they call themselves - they are Tal-Vashoth.

Like, there is a reason why Qunari are terrified of not fitting their mold - not only they have no idea of what to do when things don't go as planned, but also they are scared of losing their way and becoming permanently lost. The Iron Bull had that belief that he might lose his mind because he didn't know if he should trust himself without the guidance of Qun - him being a little more flexible due to his work as a spy as well as getting people he grew emotionally attached to helped with overcoming this barrier. But far from all Qunari are that lucky. Sten was so dejected after losing his sword that he let himself be caged - he didn't care about dying or anything anymore. He couldn't go home.

...Alright, where were we?

According to the wikipedia, Rasaan (the emissary of the Triumvirate)...took the control over Antaam? HOW? Qun is extremely rigid and allows no loopholes. For a change this massive there have to be some really, really good reasons - and I don't think the Antaam would have just accepted it. Without high enough approval, Sten only acknowledges Warden as the leader after they beat his ass in a duel.

Alright, let's say Rasaan gaslit the Antaam into believing she channels the way of the Qun and they ate it up. But why do we have warlords now?

Warlords with names, like Butcher? There are no names in the Qun. This is, once again, Tal-Vashoth behavior. But at the same time, they have access to qamek? What? How? Why? How does Par Vollen feel about their entire "body" fucking off? If they didn't sanction it, why aren't they stopping them???

It wouldn't be the first time for Bioware to twist their own lore and canon, but this one is legitimately migraine-inducing. Why not make a full-scale and sanctioned Qunari invasion, Qunari are like this! It's okay to make them the baddies, their ways are fucked up already and some positives don't make up for all the negatives! Don't just slap in a bunch of guys literally called "the army" and say "Nah, not all Qunari guys, these are just military acting on their own despite their lifestyle being all about following the system and doing your strictly established duties"

[sirianasims]

The Don Diaries

Dani has moved out after her graduation, which has left Don so despondent that even Herbert has decided that it's safer to vacuum outside the penthouse.

Especially since Dani is still seeing that fucking Kyle Kyleson. Despite the disastrous speedo date, they're still together - and just in time for the Romance Festival!

I can see why Don is upset about losing her - how could he fumble so badly?

Dani gets a little caught up in the festival mood, but "luckily", Kyle is on board for both marriage and kids, at least eventually.

Dani decides to ask the Guru for some wisdom. But this answer makes no sense to her. Why would love tear people apart? Surely he's not talking about Don. If Don loved her, he would have said something, and besides, he's dating that blonde chick from Sulani.

Dani decides to ask specifically about her current relationship with Kyle.

A glowing review. Kyle the Burning Donkey doesn't put much trust in the Guru, but I have played ahead and he really should have listened...

Unfortunately, Kyle and Dani both forget the Guru's words as the spirit of the festival moves them. And honestly so did I, until I was writing tomorrow's update...

Dani now lives in a rundown apartment and gets a job in social media, starting from the bottom as a lowly intern despite her communications degree because #realism. She has also brought a picture of Matteo as well as a drawing of a gnome and the Mr. Corn he made for her as a goodbye present.

Living in a less fancy part of San Myshuno than Don's penthouse also means new places to explore, and Dani goes to the flea market to score herself an ugly lamp.

For some reason, Agnes Crumplebottom has come to the big city and does not seem to enjoy it much.

"Fuck this slutty bin in particular!" - Agnes, probably.

Unimpressed with Agnes' antics, Dani heads back to her apartment.

There, she meets one of her new neighbours! She already knows Sidney from his visits to Don's penthouse, but this is her first time meeting Nathan. I shall spare Nathan the embarrassment of showing the absurd amount of heart-farting he did over Dani, because he's a married man and Sidney would be upset.

Still, Dani hits it off with her neighbour and - uh, hi Kyle?!

Apparently, Kyle has decided that since his girlfriend has her own place now, there's no need for him to couch-surf so he's coming to stay. (Don't let him, Dani, it's a trap! A guy once just came over to my apartment with all of his 16 Hawaiian shirts and put them in my closet and it took me 3 years to get rid of him (and the shirts) again!)

Why, Dani? Why do you let him do this?

Oh. I guess that's as good a reason as any.

[pianostarinwonderland]

maybe skully isnt dead 🤯 [half copium half srs]

listen. ik ive been on copium for a while. ik we all are, ive seen twitter, tumblr, and everyone’s tags on my posts when they reblog

BUT PLS HEAR ME OUT. IM SO SERIOUS RN WHEN I SAY: if u wanna be technical about it, if u wanna stretch it out somehow, you can argue that the game never outright states that skully is dead, only that the skully we met was from hundreds of years ago.

“but mamsir pianostarinwonderland, how in the fuck can that be???? we HEARD that invisible kiss” LET ME COOKKKKKK 🔥🔥🔥 I SWEAR EVERYONE, I AM COOKING U JUST HAVE TO HEAR ME OUUUUUUUUUUUUUT— knocked out

Ok serious time, let me mansplain to you all the possibility of Skully being alive

Establishing first of all, Twst has kept Skully's nature vague

Simply put: we don't know if Skully is human. In his live 2D, Skully's ears are completely covered. Even in his illustration, we can barely see his ears. It's an interesting design choice. However, in his chibi (which wasn't revealed until Episode 5), we can see his ears aren't shaped like a fae, but are round like that of a human.

However, it's pretty hard to think he's human either, when we consider his "moshi, ne moshi" greeting in Episode 1 and its connection to the supernatural. Voiced, to be noted. Exactly what kind of creature he could be is currently unknown, but because this part was voiced, it's something we need to pay attention to at the very least.

In regards to his mortality, the only clue we're really given is Skully himself saying that he may never meet us except through Halloween, which implies a lifespan similar to a human or something similar. But Skully doesn't know how far into the future that the cast is from. Heck, does he even know of his nature?

Now, addressing that invisible kiss...

I feel like this is the main thing that told all of us that Skully is long gone. Heck, if you catch me in my right mind, I might just tell you that yeah, that should be enough proof that Skully is dead! Little signs from the dead such can manifest in similar ways to what Jamil and Leona sensed: hearing a kiss and feeling a kiss on your hand.

(unfortunately i'm not in my right mind so you're getting my dumb reasons why i'm arguing for otherwise)

However, if Skully is gone, I find it interesting that this is the way they decide to show it. We already know from the very first Halloween event that ghosts can manifest all year round in Night Raven College due to the high concentration of magical power in the area. Outside of that, they cannot be seen. If they really wanted to confirm with the audience that Skully is a ghost, they could have had him appear as such at the end, when they all returned to Night Raven College.

But they chose a scenario where people can draw a lot of conclusions from it: Is their senses getting fucked over as they wake up? Are they still reeling from the magic of the book? (though rationally, we know that Leona is not one to be easily stunned, so the first question is at the very least easy to dismiss)

I've also seen some people theorize that he's using invisibility magic during the invisible kiss scene. And well, while I find that funny, it makes me wonder if he could be some other kind of spirit that's not dead. Like an undead of some sort, which the residents of Halloween Town are. Heck, Azul's card line about Skully talks about how he seems to fit right at home with the Halloween Town residents. Again, we don't know Skully's true nature, but the possibility of him being a species that can turn invisible is interesting.

Moving on, we have what Dire Crowley stated about Skully

At the end of the event, Crowley tells us that he found Skully’s portrait while rummaging through the storage and shows it to us and the 11 boys who went inside the book

What he tells us is that Skully J. Graves is a NRC graduate from hundreds of years ago, before Crowley was Headmage. Note that he only was appointed for the position 100 years ago; the Skully we met is at least from around 200 years ago. During his NRC years, Skully got to share Halloween to NRC. It was a hit, and when he graduated, he spread Halloween all over the world in his travels.

I'd like to take a little detour first to discuss something that's been weighing on my mind: Some people have thought that Crowley is lying to us when he speaks about Skully and his achievements, but... I don't see why he would lie. For one, there is a decent chance that Crowley might not have gotten to see Skully. Even if he did, it's even more unsure if he was involved in Skully's affairs.

However, there's one main reason why I do think that Skully got to live a fulfilling life instead of facing an overblot that killed him or some other tragedy. I'd like to dedicate a longer post to this matter, but to make it concise, I think through Skully, Twst is starting to establish something new regarding their history. I think that historical teachings, folktales and stories, and rumors that are well-known tend to be lies or twisted truths. Whereas those that are obscure and not known are actually what occurred. Skully is called the King of Halloween who's done so much to spread the holiday to the world, yet not even NRC students, who should be the first to know considering that Skully is an alumna, know of him. Although there may be other reasons why that's the case, I like to think that at the very least, Skully's obscurity indicates that he did live the life he wanted and succeeded in working for a future that generations after him can enjoy.

Anyway, that actually isn't the main point of this section of the post, but I kind of want to air that out first. The main point is that Crowley only really said that Skully is a former NRC student from hundreds of years ago who traveled around the world to spread Halloween. But he never told us where he was buried or whether he saw his ghost roaming NRC. He never said anything about Skully being dead.

He probably said the hundreds of years ago bit, carrying the assumption that of course, Skully may have passed away. But we have to remember that we have long-living species in Twisted Wonderland. Fae that were students 200 years ago are very likely to be alive now. Crowley himself is a long-living creature, having been Headmage for 100 years. I think with that in mind, it's important for him to emphasize that Skully's gone if he really is. But he never mentioned it. Therefore, there is a good chance that Skully might just be somewhere else. That or Crowley just doesn't give a fuck where his alumni go, and I might be thinking too deeply about the absence of certain words. Honestly, that's a pretty good chance too.

Lastly, we have the scene where Jack Skellington gets shot down but survives it

Here's where it gets a bit more into speculation, but you're going to have to hear me out.

In the movie, Jack Skellington gets shot down by the military for impersonating Santa Claus. When the Halloween Townspeople watched it, they all despaired, and the mayor started declaring to all that Jack has been blown to smithereens and proclaimed him dead.

But that's not what happened: we find Jack landing on an angel's statue, alive and definitely not blown to smithereens.

And considering that Skully is still very much twisted from Jack Skellington... do you think the writers are pulling a similar move? Making us think that he's dead, just as the townspeople thought he was dead, only for us to learn eventually that he's alive.

This of course depends on what happens eventually in the sequel. From the way things are proceeding, what happened in the Lost in the Book with TNBC is events prior to the movie, and we could very well have the sequel be set during the movie events. (If you ask me, I kind of doubt that actually. I feel like Skellington got inspired by Skully's love for Halloween, enough to stay true to his identity as the Pumpkin King, which would mean the movie wouldn't happen the way we know it. So if anything, I feel like TNBC 2 would focus less on the actual movie and more on the side games where Oogie takes over Halloween Town and even kidnaps Santa and other people, but I admit, that's a stretch, especially considering that we will get Santa giving Halloween Town a taste of Christmas)

Of course, this post is really just to let some of my copium out. Rn, it's still safe to assume that yea, Skully's dead. And though I am coping hard for Skully to be alive, with the way Twst treats the dead, it's not exactly a bad thing. Ghosts continue to stay in NRC like they're living people. They honor the dead, and let the dead live among them. And even if he is in the afterlife and not stuck in the mortal plane, I have faith that Skully did live a fulfilling life that may have been forgotten but clearly changed the world. :'D

[nothots-headempty]

Hush, My Darling

Paddy × reader

Summary: Paddy knows just the way to keep your sweet mouth under control

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, gunplay, condescension, dirty talk, minors dni, 18+ under the cut

Author's note: trust James McAvoy to get me obsessed enough to start writing again. I have one functioning brain cell right now and it's a slut for Patrick Feld. Kinda sorta not proof read.

Your moans could have brought down the entire house, but with Paddy's cock filling you up so good, just like you'd been dreaming of, the thought of someone listening is not even on the back burner.

Your fingers are grasping at anything they can find, his hair, his back, the sheets, in the hope that you dont combust from the sheer obscenity of the words he's been letting loose against your neck.

"So fucking tight, baby. So wet just for me.", he groans halfway through, hands scooping under your body to fuck you from some ungodly angle your mind can't even process.

He hasn't stopped teasing every part of you he can find, not for a second - toying with your breasts, sucking on your collar bone to leave a hickey you won't hide even if you could, hands tangled in your hair, pulling just a little too hard.

You moan out loud again, his cock stretching you from the inside out until all you can feel is the pressure of him on top, him inside, him below, him everywhere.

"Hush, love. Don't want your mother finding her adorable baby girl being a nice little hole for me to fuck, now, do we?" His palm slides along your body to cover your mouth, but your cunt is already wetter at the idea of being caught like this, wrapped in his arms, his cock sliding in, fucking you into oblivion. Your pussy leaks down onto your thigh, leaving a cool, wet patch on your friction chafed skin.

He notices. Of course, he does.

"Someone likes that.", he murmurs with a smirk. With no warning, he pulls out of you then, your indignant whine trapped in your throat as he pulls open his bedside drawer, the shining metal of a revolver throwing off shadows in the lamp-light.

"I know just the way to shut that dirty little mouth of yours." His smile is almost sweet, almost as if you're discussing Church plans for Sunday. And then there's that glint in his eyes that makes your breath hitch.

With one strong hand to push your legs apart, he touches the tip of the revolver to the inside of your knees, a mewl escaping your lips before you can school it.

"Bad girls get punished. You should know that." The revolver traces a line along your thighs, the cool metal contrasting the heat his body had left moments ago. You shiver, straining against his hold on your legs, your eyes falling shut for a second, drowning in the deluge assaulting your senses.

You jolt upright when you feel a nudge against your clit, propping yourself onto your elbows to find him running the gun through your folds, a perverse smile on his lips.

"Watch me, sweetheart. Eyes. On. Me.", he warns, his gaze burning through yours as he pushes the weapon inside you. You bite your lips, embarrassment flooding through you as you feel your cunt clench on the hard metal, your juices running down its sides.

"So fucking greedy for anything that will fill her up." His pupils are blown wide, eyes transfixed on the sight before him, the throb of your pussy, the easy sliding of the gun, in and out, in and out, his hands pumping faster every second.

"Paddy, I'm gonna-", you mumble uselessly. But of course he won't let you. "Not yet, love. We must teach you to be quiet first."

And with that your cunt is left sorely empty again, the man climbing up your body like an animal sizing up his kill for the day. The gun, now wet and even cooler, drags along your stomach, the valley of your breasts, until it rises against your neck.

"Open up, sweetheart.", he smirks, pushing his thumb between your lips to force them apart. You know what's coming, and still your heart speeds up a million times when you feel the metal invading your mouth, the taste of yourself instantly coating your tongue.

You resist the urge to let your eyes fall shut, your gaze held hostage by his, a satisfied smile now playing at his lips. There's a certain pride in his look and you wonder just for a second if it's about you at all or just some twisted victory he feels in this moment.

But that thought, and any other you've had in a while, is washed clean from your mind when his cock enters you again in one swift stroke, seating him deep inside you, your strangled gasp reverberating around the barrel of the gun.

"Now, suck on it.", he commands.

Your tongue rises to the bait before you can even think, licking your fluids off, your cheeks hollowing out to feel the metal intrusion in your mouth.

He groans against your skin, his cock still, pulsing inside you. "Such a good little whore. Would do anything for me, won't you?" You nod as best you can, your mouth more occupied with his order.

He buries his face in your neck, starting to move again, the pace this time leaving no room for talk. The only sounds now were your moans muffled by the threat of destruction on your tongue, his shallow breaths rushing off the walls as he thrust deeper and the slap and sweat of skin on skin as he sped up, erratic, close.

He licks a broad stripe from your shoulder your jaw, waiting there to bite on the skin, almost drawing blood. The tears are on the verge of falling out of your eyes now and when he sees them he just laughs.

"Too much for you, am I, love? Filling you up too good? Hurts, does it?" But even he knows you're too cock-drunk to answer now. Your eyes close this time as you ride that pleasure-pain impasse, feeling the pressure build somewhere deep inside your belly.

His pace staggers as he feels your pussy clench around him, strokes flowing more into a deep grind, his cock throbbing for release.

"Cum for me, baby. Give me what I want.", he rasps. His words set you free, teeth almost biting down too hard on the gun as you let your release wash over you.

You feel his hips falter moments later, that tell tale sign before he spills inside you, slamming into you harder and harder until you've milked him for all hes worth.

Theres silence around you now, a blanket of peace, your bodies spent, your breaths still needing to be caught.

He collapses against you, his smile evident in the curve of his lips against your neck. You welcome the weight of him, legs wrapping around his waist to keep his slowly softening cock still buried inside you for a little while longer.

Back up on his elbows, he takes his time, slowly pulling the revolver out of your mouth, the final inch leaving your lips with a soft *pop*. He presses the barrel against your chin, his forehead resting on yours as he captures your swollen lips in another kiss, fingers massaging your aching jaw.

The smile on his face broadens as he pulls back, the fucked out bliss on your features reflecting in his. He tosses the gun somewhere into the pillows, bracing himself on his elbows on both sides of your head as he peppers kisses on your cheek, your neck, your lips.

"The things you do to me, baby. I'd have to keep you here forever to show you."

He pulls out of you, your cunt now grasping on nothing but disappointment as he pulls you onto his chest. Your arms snake around his neck, kissing his jaw, running your nose through his scruff.

"Keep me as long as you like, Paddy. I'm all yours.", you mumble, innocent to the implications of your words, your face hidden in his neck as you begin to drift off. His fingers soothe your hair, a kiss planted on your forehead before he settles in for the night, the plans in his mind, the filth in his thoughts, all still far from touching your reality.

"You are mine, baby. Always will be."

[unnaturalequilibrium]

Capítulo 2 & 3

- Mafin rewatch (Sueños de Libertad)

Watching the de la Reina siblings is a hoot. It's all so deliciously dysfunctional. Damian's three porcelain dolls, all dressed up and filled with generational trauma. How could that not be fun to watch?! I enjoy that Marta is the action oriented one of them. The boys bicker, but she refuses to play their game, instead tries for a solution and an action forward. It’s notable that both brothers turn to her as if her agreement, her word actually holds sway. They’re already making a point of this being a man’s world, but these men, even if it’s a means to play out each other, hang on her word and give it weight.

I’m kind of sad Jesús is such a right villain, because I enjoy him and Marta together. They play off each other well and you instantly get the nuances between them, making it super easy to envision how things were before Andrés return. The way they’ve kept that business afloat, probably stood side by side against their father on a number of occasions. I feel like they’ve kept each other alert, maybe a bit too guarded, but also with a sense of mutual respect despite all of the other muddled feelings of jealousy and resentment and old-fashioned sibling rivalry. In a world where Jesús wasn't such an evil man I think this could have been one of my favourite relationships on the show, if they'd taken the time to develop it more. Especially in the way she yields to him in the beginning and how her character growth comes into play later on.

Carmen is the boss you want to have before she’s even anyone’s boss. The way she is straightforward and stands up to Marta for her own and her fellow workers sake and safety. I wish she was my workplace Union rep. She’s such a competent lady and I'd gladly line up behind. But why throw fucking caveman Tasio around her neck like a noose I’ll never understand. Though I’m getting ahead of myself, or ahead of the show at least.

I mean seriously, what’s up with that opening credit?! Of all the characters, they get a two shot. In bed. The two of them who at this point in time have nothing to tie them together. A flimsy string of connection through fathers, through work. I wasn’t here from the start, but I assume they were shipped from day one? Granted by my arguing maybe Gaspar and Tasio should be shipped too, but at least those two aren't in bed together. And no, don't enlighten me if there are people who do ship them. Some things I'd rather go through life without knowing. This would be one of those.

Lol, Luz is so no-nonsense as she saves Damian's life. “Stop praying and let me stab him with a giant needle, you rich fools!”. Her and Begona sharing the medical field and a bit of empathy with each other is nice too. An ensemble cast that is balanced between men and women seldom leave room for a lot of female friendship, but this one does. I appreciate that.

Fina establishing from the very beginning what she thinks of men, and especially the fool ones like Carmen's deadbeat boyfriend. I feel you. And I am in love with the way she throughout all the episodes to date will be used as a way of voicing what the tired lesbian feminist in all of us wishes she could say, out loud.

If trolls exist, you know like proper giant ones, the kind that can be mistaken for a mountain, covered in moss and trees and then suddenly just opens its eyes and stands up to stretch. You know the kind of trolls you think of when listening to Grieg's In the Mountain King's Hall - yeah those. I imagine if they existed then they'd sound exactly like a sickly Don Damian, like a melodic stone avalanche. That said I’ve never envision mountain trolls to sound Spanish before now. But maybe that’s on me.

Joaquín is a bit of an ass, calling Fina (and the rest of them) lazy - my eyes are narrowed. It wasn’t actually something he developed when he got on my shitlist by flirting with the secretary while having a cute as a button wife or pointing a gun at Marta. Apparently the assery was a pre-existing condition. It’s interesting though that Luis is the one talking about taking over the company, yet he still comes off as the decent one of them.

“You don’t notice the boys?”- Petra, you blonde little snake, don’t call my Fina out like that. Maybe we're allowed to know she's a lesbian, but don't flaunt it in front of the entire canteen like that. It’s kind of funny though how Fina is so clear about Luis not being her type, yet there are so many common denominators between him and Marta both in personality and in physicality (except of course the most important one in this case, their sex).

I know he’s supposed to be one of the good guys, but honestly, Andrés is a bit of a douchebag, isn’t he?! Or maybe that's a bit harsh, but he comes across as pretty smarmy. He's like what the wall behind your stove would be if anthropomorphised, kind of greasy, kind of sticky and in constant need of being hosed down. But yay for not letting the roof drop on your employees, I guess.

[fuckyourchampionship]

did you see the comments Stella made about how the wdc was never their first priority, like are you kidding me?? Why the hell did they sacrifice Oscar then? If the WCC is always first priority, why did they need to swap for the sprint? Everyday this team manages to piss me off even more

⚠️My opinion on what's going on in McLaren, if you like Lando please don't read (although this is not hate on him but I prefer to warn). If you have other thoughts write to me the discussion is always open⚠️

Yes I saw it, so it's not that easy.

Let's start at the beginning Stella first said that Oscar is the future of the team then suddenly after winning in Baku he said that half of this win belongs to Norris(where does this sudden change come from?), and at this point let's think about what could have happened.

So the team internally disagrees with itself because Stella sees potential in Oscar and Zak Brown loves his boy Norris.

Brown is the boss so he told Stella that Norris has to be the priority so he did that, he didn't give Oscar the upgrade and gave him worse strategies, and the team orders came in

But this is where the problems begin because as it turns out Norris is not a great driver even though he already has 6 years of experience and Stella probably sees it and let's be honest with ourselves no one would put money on a driver who can't keep the first position on the first corner.

Did the team believe in Norris and his championship? Absolutely not.

Are the people around norris, himself, his family and friends, zak brown, his father who puts a lot of money in mclaren absolutely yes, they believed he would win.

Recently Max F friend of norris cried in the stream that oscar should give up positions to norris so it's quite simple mclaren had pressure from the media and norris' family to have him have a bigger priority.

that's why they told him to give up positions in the sprint, was it stupid of course it was, knowing from the very beginning that norris had no chance of winning, but the media was pressuring and probably norris's father who puts a lot of money into mclaren

And stella sees what the fuck is going on but doesn't have much to say because he could get fired just like oscar, mark sees it too and understands perfectly well that oscar can't go too crazy either(zak brown loves pato so what's the problem with kicking oscar out and putting pato in, none, that's why oscar had to listen to teams orders)

So I'm absolutely not surprised by Stella's statement, the truth is that Norris is not a driver of the caliber of Max, maybe he will be one day but he is not now.

and let's also answer why McLaren didn't use teams orders earlier because they see Oscar's potential and they don't want to kill this potential, he's too good to play the second driver and we have to thank Max for this excellent race because now Oscar doesn't have to listen to team orders.

They have no idea what to do with the drivers because they don't agree with each other

in conclusion something is wrong inside mclaren

You can't believe what they say either, you have to see what they will do, recently there was also an article that there will be no teams orders and right after them there were, ending with McLaren it's one big chaos

Okay, I hope what I wrote makes sense because I'm writing it quickly, write in the comments, maybe you have a different opinion on this topic.This is just my opinion so don't take it seriously because it could be completely different but that's how I see it and because of what's been happening in McLaren lately

[otherworldlylovey-dovey]

headcanons of what Leon Keneddy would be like in a relationship

headcanons of the blonde, because…GOD, WE ALL NEED A LEON KENEDDY, HE'S SO CUTE AND AT THE SAME TIME SO SERIOUS, MY MIND DOES KFMGKGRJGR

Leon would be:

Protective and attentive

Leon has a strong sense of responsibility towards those he cares about, so he would be extremely protective of his partner. He would always be aware of her well-being, willing to do anything to keep her safe and provide support during difficult times.

Loyal and Committed

Leon is someone who takes relationships seriously. Given the intensity of his work, he knows the value of those at his side and would not give his heart lightly. Once committed, he would be loyal and dedicated, always keeping his word and showing how important his partner is to him.

Reserved, but Emotionally Deep

At first, Leon might seem somewhat distant, as he tends to be reserved and does not easily share his feelings, especially due to the traumas and losses he has suffered. However, in a relationship in which he feels safe, little by little he would open up and show his most sensitive and vulnerable side.

Patient and understanding

Due to your empathetic nature, you would be an understanding partner, willing to listen and provide emotional support. Although your life is complicated, you would try to be patient with your partner and understand your own struggles.

Subtly Romantic

Although Leon is not overly expressive, he would probably show his affection in small gestures: from a smile in quiet moments to protecting his partner without hesitation. These details would show your love and loyalty, even if you don't always express it in words.

Honest and direct

Leon is quite direct in his thoughts, and would not hesitate to be honest with his partner. This openness would make your relationship based on trust, although he could sometimes be brutally honest when something worries him.

Dedicated despite his absences

Due to the nature of his work, he could spend long periods away, which would complicate a relationship. However, when he was around, he would try to make up for his absence by being attentive and enjoying every moment. You probably value your time together very much and make it special.

aaah, my heart melts, I spent a week with the games and the ideas made me BOOM, he's so cute.

It's my first time doing this, I hope you like it, ask me for headcanons, darling.

[lightsiided]

     "if that's selfish, then i must be, too," rey returns firmly, holding thor's gaze. "my fears have been your responsibility. my complaints. my distress. you have taken it upon yourself to comfort me; does it make me selfish for enjoying it?" she shakes her head. "no. and you should know that as your wife, i wish to bring you the same comfort. no matter what is going on. no matter how i might be feeling. we're married, and i always want to know what you're thinking. i NEED to know, so we can... so you and i can work through it together." though it's the least of their problems, now, rey can't help but feel nervous when she thinks of thor hiding the way he feels. it was what had driven such a wedge between them after thanos. it was what had led her to exegol alone.

it had been hard to overcome. she doesn't want to do it again.

a hand lifts to thor's cheek to stroke his skin. rey wishes with all she has that she might promise him nothing will happen to her. that no matter how dark these next few days get, it won't affect her. if only it were possible to grant that wish. the truth is, neither of them know precisely what will happen. they are navigating this together, blindly, and hoping what they can do will be ENOUGH.

but she has to believe he is right; that their love is enough to defeat even the worst evils. it was love that defeated darth vader, after all. love that took luke and leia through their final moments. love that gave her the strength to return to thor after the battle of exegol. why shouldn't it be enough this time around? "yes," rey sighs, her voice a whisper in the dark. thor is so close she can hear each of his breaths. "we will fight. and we will win. and i will NEVER forget how unendingly you love me."

just as her throat tightens again, her eyes starting to shine, thor leans in for a kiss. rey meets him with equal fervor, a sense of desperation in each clack of their teeth and angle of their heads. her hands grip his arms, his shirt, as if she is reminding her body to remember what thor has said. she will hold onto their light, their love. she will hold onto who she is and all the things thor loves about her. all the best parts of herself, everything she already sees reflected back in leia. she must never let go. no matter how loud her thoughts get, she cannot FORGET. silently, she swears herself to him -- not for the first time. with all she has, she promises thor she will hold on.

struggling to catch her breath, rey eventually opens her eyes and chances a smile. it is thin, but there, and when her hands slide over his arms her caress is more gentle. "i can't believe you're the one thanking me," she replies. "nothing i could say would EVER convey how much your support means to me. i don't know what i would do without you." the uncomfortable truth is that her life would have ended long ago. "your wisdom is more valuable than you know. you keep me sane. you remind me of all the good in our lives."

her mind nudges his, a wave of endless affection washing over them both. thor is a husband more perfect than any she could have ever imagined. he always knows just what to say to make her feel better. "there will never be a lovelier husband or father," rey murmurs, leaning in to gently kiss him one more time. "thank you for always LISTENING to me. for refusing to judge even my darkest thoughts. for remaining an endless well of positivity and all that is good and kind. you mean so much to me, thor. i love you more dearly than anything else in the universe. it is because i have you that i am able to remain hopeful at all."

“how could i possibly?”  at her urging, his eyes remain trained on hers.  there is no shying away nor averting his gaze to lessen the sting of the words as they tighten his throat.  all at once, he knows he never must hide how he feels from her — but in times of distress, he doesn’t want to burden her.  “how could i be so selfish as to make my fears your responsibility?  these last few weeks have been hard enough on you… i hadn’t wanted to add to it.”

“and—“ after a sharp inhale, a bit of shame laced in the pained tone of his voice, “—i hadn’t realized until now that… perhaps i have not approached this as calmly as i would like to believe.”  the threat of the war itself doesn’t particularly frighten him, nor does the return of so many enemies.  how it will affect their friends, his family, his innocent daughter who is wonderfully oblivious to the brewing turmoil, is what has truly left him angry.  the prospect of what another round of the dark trying to reclaim the galaxy as its own will do to his wife is what terrifies him.

of course.  the harm he faces, he meets with his head held high.  but he shatters before the possibility of her being hurt, either of them.

“i know.”

though, if he is honest with himself, thor’s problems lie within the feeling that it is never enough.  despite the fact that they have spent years and years, now, proving to one another the lengths they are willing to go to protect what they’ve found.  thor could always do more; rey defied the fates themselves so that they could make it to this very moment.  he could always do more.  and he will never stop striving for it.  but he forces himself to not only hear her, but accept that she speaks the truth.  he has done a lot for her, just as she has gone to immeasurable heights for him.  they are deserving of each other.  they love each other as no one else possibly could.

“hold onto that.  hold onto all you cherish.  whatever forces may dare work against you… they don’t stand a chance against all we’ve made together.  love is the most powerful thing in all the universe.  we are going to be angry… we are going to grow frustrated, and we may very well have to fight.”

by now, thor has inched forward enough that no space remains between them.  he savors the touch of her hand to his face, the squeeze of her fingers around his shirt.  the tip of his nose presses to her cheek.  rey is his home; this is where he belongs.  whatever had forged their souls and decidedly separated them… his half will never stop trying to return to hers.  

“but holding onto our light and our love is how we will win.  it is how we’ve always won.  and i love you — i love you more than life itself.  above all, when it becomes loud, and seemingly too oppressive to bear, remember that.  hold onto that.”

and then he’s kissing her.  far from elegant and hardly gentle, it’s all emotion; raw and passionate and pure.  thor’s grip on her couldn’t be any tighter without bruising her skin.  finally releasing all that which has built within him for weeks and pouring it into her leaves his heart pounding.  a hum of relief sounds in his throat, and only then does he allow his eyes to close.  one tear rolls down his cheek, vanishing between the sliding of their mouths.

a weight he hadn’t known was pulling him down lifts, tension leaving his back and shoulders.  when will he learn, that she is the answer to all the ails him?  it’s what she’s here for.  for him to confide in, to trust, to fall to pieces with when he cannot do so with anyone else.  rey doesn’t believe his feelings to be a burden, he knows that — he would never consider hers such.  yet, still, he tries to shield her from it until it can be held back no longer.

a sigh passes between them, and he manages to tear himself off of her.  it’s another few moments before he opens his eyes, the only other sound coming from him being that of his heavy breaths.  “thank you,” thor whispers, having yet to relinquish his hold on her.  “for talking to me.  for your honesty.  being open, allowing ourselves to… rely on one another… as i said, holding steadily to our love is how we will persevere.”

[kanerallels]

Listen. It's about the fact that Ms. Baker (an English teacher) is married to a man named after a character from Shakespeare's plays (and maybe that's why she loves them! Or maybe they're the reason she first had interest in him)

But it's not just any Shakespeare character. Oh, no. It's Tybalt, from Romeo and Juliet

And it's probably unintentional-- probably just a random Shakespearean name

But Tybalt in the play dies fighting

And Tybalt in the book goes missing in action, presumed dead, fighting in the Vietnam War

BUT he comes back! He doesn't die, unlike the play's Tybalt. And that makes me think of this part

Unlike Shylock, Tybalt isn't trapped. He can be something else, he doesn't have to die. He's not trapped in the script of a tragedy. He can come home, and he does

[keferon]

“Mistakes on mistakes until” ch 69 spoilers below!

Ahahahahahahah here I go again

Mistakes on mistakes until until I can draw Jazz with my eyes closed

I woke up, checked my phone, woke up for real and decided that whatever plans I had for this day yeah no they can wait a little bit kfkgnfk

Also. Consider listening this while reading. Or don't who am I to tell you what to do~

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

wondering about Frank and insects but specifically about how it looks like the WH insects are highly stylized, so does Frank even know anything about real butteflies/insects?

& if he saw a real one, would he recognize it? are all of the species names he applies to the WH bugs real, or are they all made up like "Vibrant Eyespot" or "Fluttering Heartwing"?

and then there's the question - does the neighborhood have some of the more 'undesirable' bugs like moths, worms, roaches, spiders? does it have bugs outside of the generic groups of beetles and butterflies? like are there mantids? leafbugs? dragonflies? weevils? or are those too specific/complex/not-cute for the Playfellow Workshop to have included?

and then there's the question of what are the bugs? props? puppets? are they alive or do the neighbors just perceive them as such? Do they even exist outside of art, storybooks, and animated segments? I highly doubt they're alive like the neighbors are, since in the gif of Frank's head spinning, the framed butterflies' wings are moving. which is kind of horrifying if you think about it for more than a second.

just... the critters Frank loves so so so much being a complete fabrication... every piece of knowledge he prides himself on / delights in knowing being utterly Untrue... oof

[farshootergotme]

Okay, this works if it's an alternative universe. However, in main continuity, the version of Jason Todd who died, killed by the Joker, was never almost adopted by Dick Grayson.

The first Jason is from the Bronze Age, from Detective Comics #526, 1983, written by Gerry Conway. The second Jason is from the Modern Age, being his first appearance in Batman #408, 1987, written by Max Allan Collins, and then later killed in Batman #428, 1988, written by Jim Starlin.

Detective Comics #526

Dick Grayson wants to adopt Jason Todd after the death of his parents.

Batman #408

Jason Todd meets the Batman after stealing his tires.

Batman #428

Batman holding the lifeless body of Robin, Jason Todd.

With that cleared up, let's now talk about the argument between Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson after the death of Jason Todd.

Coming back from a space mission with the Titans, Dick Grayson is informed of the death of his brother, Jason Todd, by one of his teammates, Danny Chase.

Danny: It's not a big deal, anyhow. Happens all the time.

Dick: C'mon, already. What is it?

Danny: I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure. I think Jason Todd was killed.

After this, Dick confirms the fact and then we skip to a different scene, a panel of Dick already in the Batcave, waiting for Bruce.

Bruce: I didn't expect to see you again.

Dick: I heard about Jason. I'm really sorry, Bruce.

Bruce: You weren't at the funeral. People asked about you.

Here's where the guilt tripping begins. "You weren't at the funeral" yeah, I wonder why that is, Bruce. Could it be because you never told Dick about Jason's death? (Dick, New Titans #55, to Kory "Bruce never called to tell me what happened to Jason."). Even though Alfred offered to tell Dick himself, but you refused?

Batman: A Death in the Family chapter 5

Alfred: Should I get in touch with master Dick, master Bruce?

Bruce: Huh?

Bruce: No… No, Alfred. I'll handle this by myself.

You sure did handle that well, Bruce.

And then “People asked about you.” People, you say. What people, Bruce?

Jim?

Barbara?

The mortician?

Panel of the funeral of Jason and Sheila Todd, attended by Bruce Wayne, Jim and Barbara Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth and a mortician.

Not only does he make it sound as if he had to explain to strangers why his eldest son wasn't at the funeral of his brother, he blames Dick for it.

But I'm getting off topic here.

Now, let's talk about one of your main points

“Bruce never actually says anything about Jason's death being Dick's fault - Dick pulls that out of nowhere”

See, I don't know about that.

Let's take a look at the scene:

New Titans #55

Dick: C'mon, Bruce–Talk. Don't turn your back on me. I'm here…now.

Bruce: You were Lucky.

Bruce: When you didn't listen to me, your injuries weren't fatal. Of course, by the time I properly trained you–

Dick: Bruce, c'mon…Lay off. I'm not here to fight.

Bruce: Then don't!

Dick: Are you blaming me? I left, so Jason replaced me, and because I left he died? No way, pal.

Dick: Jason wasn't me. I was a trained acrobat. I could think quickly in perilous situations. But why did you let him become Robin before he was ready?!?

When you read the dialogue, it does seem like Dick says that out of nowhere. But let's think about how the whole interaction starts:

The first thing Bruce says to Dick, he already sounds accusatory, “I didn't expect to see you again” with emphasis in the ‘you’. Dick, of course, ignores it, and goes to explain his reason to be there. He's not instigating any kind of fight. Despite that, Bruce continues to act confrontational “You weren't at the funeral. People asked about you.”

There you can already sense a pattern. Bruce isn't outright saying it, but he is subtly laying a guilt trip on Dick.

Now you have to look at the last part of the dialogue Dick interrupted.

“Of course, by the time I properly trained you–” you left. That's what I'd assume he was going to say, thus Dick's next line: Are you blaming me? I left, so Jason replaced me, and because I left he died?

And Bruce doesn't deny it. He doesn't tell Dick he's wrong (which clearly he isn't afraid to say looking at this whole conversation). So, yeah, maybe he doesn't explicitly state it. But silence can be as much of a confirmation.

The whole conversation has been about Bruce indirectly blaming Dick for not being there, for not coming to the funeral. Is that far-fetched to think he's still doing the same in his next dialogue?

Bruce also talks about Dick's time as Robin, comparing him to Jason. Because of Dick, Bruce had an expectation, and because of that expectation, he was careless with Jason. Following this logic, Dick “made” Bruce believe something which then wasn't true for another child. Bruce didn't consider the very different background Jason came from, and gave Jason the training Dick had, which had been more than enough for the first Robin. But they weren't the same people, and this was Bruce's mistake, which he's now projecting on Dick.

Dick, whether he was right or not, already sees where this conversation was going, and so he points this all out to Bruce.

Then comes the widely hated panel from this issue, which turns this interaction from heated to blatantly aggressive:

Bruce: Don't you dare blame me for Jason's death! Don't you dare!

Yeah, Bruce, is not nice when you feel like somebody's blaming for someone's death, is it?

And, of course, he doesn't stop there.

Bruce: Why did I think I needed a partner? They slow you down. They make you worry about them rather than doing your job! He wouldn't listen. He wanted to do everything his way. He was just like you. In a few years I would have had to fire him as I did you.

Bruce: Why are you pretending to be concerned about Jason? You told me you resented it that I had adopted him and not you.

Dick: No, I didn't. I only asked why you adopted him.

Bruce: We've gone over this before, Dick. I'm not interested in continuing this conversation. I suggest you leave. And give your key to Alfred on your way out.

Bruce: I don't need a partner. I never should have had one. And I never will again.

There's a lot to unpack from this.

First, he rants about why having a partner is awful, to his first partner. Then he suggests Jason was a problem because he was just like Dick. What is Dick supposed to say about that? 'Sorry for letting the kid want to be like him?' He follows that by trying to gaslight Dick into thinking he resented Jason, thing Dick never did. And Dick tries to tell him exactly that. But no! Despite the fact Bruce was the one to bring it up, now it doesn't matter. Why are you trying to speak about this, Dick? We already talked about it. Stop. And for the cherry on top—because all previously done wasn't enough—he kicks Dick out of the cave and orders him to leave his key. He's basically telling him he has no place to come back to. This isn't his house anymore.

Now, all of this is to say this is not an argument between two parents, fighting for what happened to their kid. No. This is a father and a son arguing about the death of their other son and brother respectively. An argument that ends in physical assault.

“What Dick says is much more about Dick trying to avoid his own feelings of adult responsibility for a child and guilt for failing that child” he is an adult, but Jason was never his responsibility. Not as a parent, at least.

Does Dick feel guilty for what happened? Yeah. Because that's how he is. He has self-blame tendencies. But his guilt has nothing to do with him seeing Jason as his kid, nor did Jason ever think of Dick as his parent. They were brothers, and that's as far as it goes.

(And their relationship as brothers didn't really have the chance to grow due to Dick's busy life. He did try to be there for Jason and they had some quality time here and there, but not as much as they would've liked.)

Anyhow, it is an interesting idea if you mix both timelines. But, in-universe, the Dick who wanted to adopt Jason Todd and the Dick who met Jason by chance are two different people, and it was the latter who had this argument with Bruce.

I think there's something that gets lost in these conversations about Dick and Bruce's infamous confrontation over Jason's death, and it's tied up in how, originally, Dick wanted to adopt Jason himself. Because he felt a personal sense of responsibility for him for reasons that had little to nothing to do with Bruce.

With that context, the confrontation is much more clearly about their respective senses of responsibility for Jason, rather than Dick simply calling Bruce out. Bruce never actually says anything about Jason's death being Dick's fault - Dick pulls that out of nowhere, apropos of nothing, and it doesn't really matter if it's true or not because you can't really call someone out for something they never said to you. They might be choosing not to say it because they know it isn't a fair or reasonable thing to say.

What Dick says is much more about Dick trying to avoid his own feelings of adult responsibility for a child and guilt for failing that child, even if he's correctly guessed that Bruce is internally doing the same thing.

[formulaonedirection]

hey boy is your name stanley cause i wanna cup you

for my most beloved @leapyeap​

[theotherrichardpapen]

...because any moment may be our last. everything is more beautiful because we're doomed.

[brionnnne]

note that i will only ever call mithrun "stupid" jokingly. by "stupid", i only mean "frustrating behavior that i am immensely familar with". seeing him do something that makes me groan aloud, closing my eyes, sighing "stupid (affectionate, mournful)". like when he fucking... his dumbass "i don't want to [use the bathroom] right now, so it's fine." oughh. i know you! i know you! that's not how that works!!! and he's smart!!! he's so smart... but god, god... he's kind of an absent professor. he's kind of a cloudcuckoolander. i love him dearly. he gets called a dummy, a little idiot, and i flick his forehead, a little bonk of hard-heads, like "try again, idiot. that's not how bodies work." and "ooh, 'that's not going to work'. yes it is. shut up, stoopid. stubborn little man, my god." rolling my eyes forever.