#maybe one of these days I’ll talk more in depth about where it all comes from in my brain

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

Jon becoming KiTN in Winds (specifically) would actually be bad as far as themes go

[finalset]

I love drawing <3 I just bought some rainbow pencils that I’m excited to use and incorporate in my art. I’ve been having so much fun since I let myself do smaller artworks in my sketchbook instead of big fully shaded pieces or nothing.

[reidology13]

I tell someone I love them (just as a distraction)

Spencer Reid x fem famous!reader

Summary: In the depths of his addiction, Spencer finds someone who needs an escape as much as he does. cw: talk of addiction, allusions to sex (no actual smut), angst no happy ending

Part 2 here!

Meaningless whispers of ‘I love you’ mumbled between laboured breaths and cold kisses in an apartment that doesn’t feel like mine. The sheen of sweat that coats his body is nearly constant these days, it has nothing to do with physical exertion. The glaze over his hollow eyes is the furthest possible thing from pleasure, although by now he might have his wires crossed. His face is beautiful, and I can see myself marrying it in another life, one where my chest isn’t as hollow as his cheeks. A life where I don’t have to ignore the fresh scars in the crook of his elbow as I pull his shirt off.

I am not in that world, and neither is he, a reality that I cannot grieve because this is what I asked for, what I have been working for since before I can remember. The parties that leave me empty and sick, the performances that start the moment I leave the stage, the new friends who tag along for my name. I love him because he doesn’t care about any of it, if only because he’s too high to care about much at all.

I don’t feel anything when I finish, I’m not sure he does, either. I watch as he disappears from my side, already scrambling to his bag, searching through it until he finds what he needs. He slips into the bathroom, finally taking his chance to feel something after the numbness of the night. He has his escape, he used to be mine. I wonder if one day the chemicals he defiles his veins with will stop calming his ever racing mind, or if I just need a higher dose.

When he comes back, I pull him close to me, dragging him back down into the bedsheets and sweat. It works this time, my skin alight with every electrifying touch as his fingers dance gracefully across my body. His hands shake as they move, a feeling that makes my nerves sing as a lump forms in my throat and my heart sinks to my stomach. He looks up at me with those brown eyes that would be so gorgeous if they held any emotion, anything but that violent hunger for a craving he should have satisfied moments earlier. He can’t up his dose as easily as I can, can’t pull his vice back to bed without the risk of never waking up. He doesn’t bother saying that he loves me this time, we both know it’s not true. Or maybe it is, but there are things he loves much more, and telling me he loves me debases one of the only pure things left in the world. I’m glad he doesn’t try this time.

He holds me afterwards, his trembling body not yet ready to stand up, or maybe he knows that the moment he does he’ll be back inside the bathroom. I turn my head away, and as he buries his face in my shoulder, I pretend I don’t feel the apology he mouths against my glass skin. He runs a hand down my upper arm, his touch tentative and light, scared that I’ll shatter into a million pieces. My heart does. If he knows about the tear that runs down my face, he ignores it, and I’m not surprised. Ignorance is what we’re good at, after all.

When I wake up, he’s gone, slipped into the early morning, or called into the job that he shouldn’t be doing in his condition. I crawl out of my cold, damp sheets, the disgusting aftermath of our night. The sick feeling that perpetually sits in my gut, loosening under him, twisting tighter under the sun of the next day. 

Slowly, I peel back the layers of sticky fabric, watching how they cling to my skin and each other as I force them into the washing machine. I turn it on.

Fresh sheets are laid out on my bed, sheets that haven’t yet witnessed the tornado of us, still clean and untainted by tears and sweat and words that never mean anything. I lay the sheet over the mattress, fighting to wrap it around all four corners as it perpetually escapes one, always sitting just slightly wrong. I place the pillows down carefully, fighting the urge to punch them like I’ve been wanting to punch his face every time he shows up at my door.

I can see myself marrying him in this world, too, getting him the help he needs and staying with him through it all. He would be able to be there for me when I need it, not an escape from, but support through the other parts of my life, a person to love and talk to about the hard things. But I know that is still impossible. One day, he will sober up and disappear, or I will be an uninvited guest at his funeral. There’s no option that ends well for both of us, the best we can do is take it as it happens and ignore everything.

I watch as the last blanket floats down over the bed, carelessly adjusting its corners. It looks exactly the same.

[bts-0t-7]

So What? | MYG | Chapter 6

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 2.6K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @bontensbabygirl @codeinebelle

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Hoseok ran his hand through his hair, sighing. With the bedroom door open, he could smell the spices Zurie was using to make dinner. He was tired and he hoped that Kwan-Mi didn’t mind running the shop along for a few days. He should probably go over and give her a helping hand. 

Hosoek didn’t know how temperamental Yoongi was. With no information about him, he truly didn’t know where to start. Perhaps calling Jiminie would be best. Hoseok dried his hair and threw the towel into the laundry bin. 

He made his way down into the kitchen, seeing Zurie stir the chicken broth. He slid his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She replied with a light ‘Hmm’. 

“Has the cat come out of the sofa yet?” Hoseok asked. 

Zurie shook her head, silky golden ears flopping with the movement. “Nope. He is still there. Sleeping though.”

Oh. 

“I’ll save a portion of it for him later on.” Zurie sets the table. “Let’s eat first.”

Dinner was silent today. No usual talks and kissing. No loud laughter and banging of tables. “Maybe you should call Jimin Hyung. He is a hybrid doctor.”

Hoseok sighed. “Yeah, I already shot him a text but he’s a busy man. Jiminie has yet to reply to me.” Zurie leaned over the table and ran a hand through Hoseok’s hair, trying her best to soothe him. “Would you like to go over to Y/N’s house? You seem too worried for her and I’m used to you going over when she gets sick.”

A laugh huffed out of Hoseok. “That shouldn’t be a good thing.”

Zurie smiled. “But it is normal in our relationship. Normal and good, because I know Y/N needs someone there for her. That girl is always acting strong, just like you. The both of you are as stubborn as rocks. Acting as if everything is okay when it truly isn’t.”

Hoseok tilted his head into her hands as she massaged his scalp. “How’d you know, darling?” His words started to slur. Her hands were skilful indeed. One would think he’s the hybrid instead. Honestly, Hoseok didn’t care as long as he got Zurie by his side, he’ll fight flames and the depths of the ocean. 

“That cat, Yoongi? He’s just scared right now. I can scent it on him. He’s scared, brought to a new environment in such a hurry. I scent tears and fear and a hint of hospital antiseptic on him.”

That new revelation had Hoseok shooting up. “Wait what? Hospital antiseptic?”

Zurie nodded. “He…” She hesitated. “He went through quite a lot. I can scent things that may lead to certain assumptions but, no, he hasn’t come out so - no we didn’t talk, Hoseok.”

Hoseok shut his mouth quickly. “Yes, yes. Of course.”

Yoongi did not sleep well. Not that he wasn’t used to it. When he was on the streets, he hardly slept at all. Staying up was no problem for him but after the whole situation of him finding you running a high fever in the middle of the night, he was exhausted. He stayed up the whole night, wiping you down and forcing medication down your throat in hopes that your fever would not spike so close to haunting him again. 

He was not well-versed in the human body and medications but he lived with humans enough to know what they should eat and what can help. But, none of his past owners has ever had a fever spike higher than 39.8°C. Your fever spiked so many times, higher than 41°C. Yoongi had never felt fear like that in his life - not even when he was running away from his past owners or rebelling from the facility.  

For the whole night, Yoongi did not dare leave your bedside, afraid that your fever would spike so much that you would pass. His heart clenched at the thought of you not being there - not being here, in this world. Only a few months, but Yoongi didn’t know if he could live without your presence in his life. And that revelation itself scared him.

He didn’t want to dissect that information - didn’t dare to. He didn’t want to know where this information may lead him. 

Dangerous, dangerous places. 

Yoogni stretched his limbs when his stomach got too hungry to ignore. Might as well explore the place, he thought. 

Yoongi walked around the levels of the house, investigating the nicks and cracks. He walked until his stomach no longer screamed for food and he headed back to the sofa. Just as he passed the kitchen, he caught a scent of Hoseok’s hybrid - Zurie. But catching her scent didn’t make him fast enough to react. 

“Finally up, are we?” 

A hiss fell from Yoongi’s maw as he jumped a few feet into the air. He landed with his haunches up and fur spiking. 

“Relax, I’m not an enemy. I’m not here to capture.” Zurie looked down at him. “Here, change out and let’s have a talk over soup. I’ll heat it up for ya’.”

Yoongi eyed the hybrid suspectingly as she placed a set of male - oh, his - clothes on the floor. Yoongi pulled the clothes with his maw to the back of the sofa. He heard the beep of the induction stove as he pulled on the shirt. God, even the underwear? Yoongi’s cheeks blushed and his ears flushed pink. Okay, okay, just… get on with it. He left his little ‘hiding spot’, cautiously walking into the kitchen. 

A bowl of hot soup was placed in front of him. “Have a seat. I saved some soup for you.” 

His tail wrapped around his waist as his ears pressed down. He couldn’t trust her. Not yet. He couldn’t trust anybody but himself right now. 

“How are you feeling?” Zuire asked. “I understand the need to be with her right now but she needs some space.” Zurie sat down opposite him. “Y/N has a tendency to constantly overwork herself but she knows her limits. Furthermore, she’s in good hands. Seokjin was a medic before he started his own company.” 

Yoongi picked up the spoon and dipped it into the steaming broth. He stuck his tongue out to taste it before putting the whole spoon in his mouth. The air was silent and uncomfortable but Yoongi didn’t want to speak.

He finished the bowl of soup in ten minutes, standing up to wash the bowl when Zurie said, “Please, Hoseok is worried. You could at least answer the ‘How are you feeling?’ question.” 

Yoongi sighed internally. He just wanted to change back and go to sleep. “I’m fine.” He replied. He hesitated before asking, “How’s - How’s Y/N?”

Zurie got up from her seat, hands grabbing the empty bowl and used utensil. “Not much difference from when you left. At least that’s what Seokjin told us.” 

Zurie looked at Yoongi. He may look as if he couldn’t care less for you but his eyes betrayed all possible emotions. “Y/N will be fine. Just don’t get yourself sick or we won’t hear the end of it from her.” Zurie left him in the kitchen, still sitting on the chair. Yoongi sighed and walked out, going back under the sofa but this time, dragging the clothes under with him as well. 

Yoongi woke to the banging of doors. Heavy, rushed footsteps came over to the sofa peering down and scooped him right up. 

“FOUND HIM! I FOUND HIM!”

Yoongi hissed. God, it was so bright and loud. Couldn’t they have the hint that he just wants to be left alone to sleep?  

“YO, BRO! WAKE UP!” Yoongi peeked open an eye. What the hell does he want? He hissed his dissatisfaction. Could people around here not get the hint to - PUT ME DOWN! 

"Quick, quick." Yoongi heard keys and buttons as Hoseok carried him. He was bouncing as Hoseok ran, shoving him into the back of the car and speeding away. 

Wait… Hey, hey, hey - Stop!

"Dude, stop meowing. We're going back to your home. Seokjin is in charge of Y/N, she'll be fine."

In-charge? What happened? 

"Seokjin says that it is best if you were to be back home. Y/N could use some moral support."

The drive back was stiff, air-charging with a type of anticipation that Yoongi never wished to feel. People call him ruthless, always hurting the people around him. But was he really? Could he be better than his reputation for you? 

Yoongi's whimper alerted the dog hybrid in the front seat. "Why don't you shift first? It might be easier for Y/N when you reach home." Zurie proposed, turning to the back and giving him a set of clothes. 

Yoongi didn't understand what was going on. Nobody was telling him anything. Granted, he didn't ask questions either. It's better if he just went home and saw for himself. 

The moment Hoseok parked his car in the parking lot of your apartment building, Yoongi sprinted for the lift, hastily pressing the buttons. A duffle bag was taken out of the trunk of Hoseok's car and he slung it over his shoulders, rushing to the opening of the lift doors. 

Jittery was not a word Yoongi used often. Not as often since he grew numb to caring for people. He learned that it would only bring him more pain and dig a deeper hole down his aching heart of hope. So Yoongi closed himself off, acting more on the instincts of his animal counterpart than a human would. 

The moment he stepped into the house, he could smell all sorts of scents. Some scents were more familiar than others but his aim - was you. Yoongi all but ran to the master bedroom, almost ripping the doors right off their hinges as he opened them. Oh and how he wishes he didn't.

You were lying there, limp and pale. So grey that Yoongi thought you might have died. He growled. You were not okay and they lied to him. You were shaking, spamming, whatever. 

He couldn't describe the horror he felt when he smelt the strong stench of body fluids. Your natural scent was covered with a bitter taste. You shook so hard on the bed - a seizure, Yoongi soon realised. You were having a seizure. His pupils contracted as he prepared to lunge for you, only to be held back by a pair of strong arms. 

"It is only a fever seizure." The strong arms captured him in, keeping him locked and frantic. "Fever seizures don't leave damage. Y/N will be fine." 

Yoongi fought against that hold, wiggling and growling. 

“Let him go Jimin-ah.” Hoseok told the male behind him. “He just needs to be close to Y/N. He won’t hurt her.”

The pair of strong arms released him only a second later and Yoongi ran that short distance to your bedside, caressing your hair. Yoongi whimpered at every tremble your body shook with. Covering your natural scent was the cold, sickly stench that clung to your skin like your shirt that clings to your cold sweat. Yoongi took the cold towel from the basin beside your bedside table, soaking it in the iced water before carefully dabbing it on your forehead. He then slowly started to move down your body, wiping you off. 

“I know he wouldn’t hurt her. I wouldn’t have let him off so easily if I knew that he was unstable. It is my duty as his doctor to figure that out.”

Yoongi threw the heavy quilt onto the ground and brought over the light blanket you bought him, putting that over you instead. 

The boys in the room stared at the continuously moving hybrid, shocked by the way he oh-so-carefully moved around you. Nobody would have thought that the rough, temperamental hybrid that they met a few hours ago would have such a side to him. 

Seeing that you were doing fine in the hands of your hybrid, the boys left the room. 

“Jimin-ah, I didn’t know that Yoongi was your patient. You didn’t say anything about the doctor-patient relationship when I called you a few hours ago.”

Jimin sighed and pressed onto the pressure point at the bridge of his nose. “I couldn’t and I still can’t. NDA, remember? Whatever goes on between the both of us is confidential.” Jimin moved over to sit on the sofa. “But I also didn’t know that Miss Y/N was your friend.”

Hoseok sighed and joined him on the couch, leaving Zurie and Seokjin to adventure towards the kitchen, both of them hungry for a late-night snack. 

“Yoongi is a rare breed of cat - mixed, but rare. It is due to the work of technology - the merging of DNA that is never meant to be mixed. He came from the black market ring.” 

Hoseok shifted. “Wait, you don’t mean - the black market ring? Right?”

Jimin sighed wearily, shaking his head as he responded. “I mean exactly that, Hobi.”

Hoseok’s mouth dropped open as his head shook frantically. “We’ve been trying to track them down for ages -”

“I know.” Jimin nodded. 

“Wait. That means that new information in the file -” Hoseok groaned. “Oh for goodness sake! They could’ve just said it!”

“Maybe they didn’t as Y/N ticked the ‘no’ on the confidentiality form.”

“Oh.”

Silence spread around the air as the two males in the living room sat and processed the information they were just bombarded with. Seokjin and Zurie came back with freshly cut fruits. 

“How about the both of you just let your brains take a break?” Seokjin placed the bowl of fruits on the coffee table. Zurie went over to sit on Hoseok’s lap and Seokjin took the loveseat opposite the couple and the painfully-missing-his-wife trio. 

They sat in silence with the occasional sound of cutlery clinking and chewing of the fruits. It was so silent that they all jumped a good five feet in the air when the doorbell rang. Seokjin ran over to the door and opened it, revealing - 

Zurie ran over, crashing into the lady holding multiple bags. “Ji-Hyun!” Zurie was nearly buzzing with excitement at this point in time and her darling husband was pouting on the sofa. Hoseok was laughing his body off and her husband sat there, cross-legged and crossed-arms with a very prominent pout on his lips. 

Ji-Hyun hugged Zurie back as much as she could before moving over to the dining table. “Seokjin told me to bring over food and extra medication when I come over.” She carefully separated the food from the bags and placed everything out. Seokjin moved over to help her. 

“Go on. I’ll just put these where they’re meant to be.” 

Ji-Hyun stood at the head of the table. “Maybe I should just stay to tease him more.” She laughed. 

Seokjin bellowed out laughter. “Yah, just go. His pout is going to stay even more permanent if you don’t.”

Ji-Hyun thanked him as she moved over to her kid-man of a husband. She fluffed his hair as she said, “Hello, darling.”

“Hello, darling.” Jimin mimicked her and Ji-Hyun kept her lips tight, trying hard to not laugh. After a few seconds, Jimin untangled his arms and wrapped them around her. Jimin sighed as he pulled her closer and snuggled into the fabric of her clothes. “Hello, mate.”

[moonlit-midnight]

A Dance Towards the Light

Characters: Malleus Draconia.

Genre: AU, Romantic Fluff, Married life.

Summary: Wherein Malleus’s love for you was like dancing towards the light.

Warnings:

GN!Reader, is half fae half human but not mentioned.

Malleus is sunshine boy. Reader is the brooding/angsty partner, but no mention of angst.

—

Such a peculiar pair of lovers you were, you and Malleus Draconia, an ill-fated match made in heaven.

People mocked you that you wanted a tragedy, always taunting you that you will love him, and love him, and love him until it it kills you and destroys your heart beyond repair.

But they were entirely wrong.

With Malleus, you’ve fallen right into the love you’ve found.

His love was far from tragic. His love was beautiful beyond words, more beautiful than epic romance books and paperback fairytales.

When things ended for you, he was a fresh new start. He was the sun that rose in your life again.

He was everything you dreamed of.

He holds your hands during long walks until the sun sets.

He sits with you on a rooftop at one in the morning, and talks about how strange life is.

He dances with you when the sky is pouring rain.

He sends you lavender-scented love letters when he misses you during the days he can’t spend time with you.

He impresses you with his own composed songs, and serenades you with them late at night.

He writes stories about you, for you are his muse and writing is his favorite form of art.

He celebrates your happiness, respects your boundaries, and loves you greatly in the way you want to be loved.

People labeled your romance as straight out boring, utterly dull, and not worthy to gush about.

But what do they know? They only get a glimpse of the surface, but the depths of your bond was hidden from the prying eyes of repulsive onlookers.

A quiet, gentle, slow burn love was all you dreamed of, and those little moments were all you could ask for.

★ —

It was early Sunday morning when you woke up, sprawled on the wooden floorboards of the solarium.

The solarium was a dreamscape created by Malleus, a secret place where only the two of you had access to. It was a quiet place for you to rest in when the world gets too loud.

Slats of sunlight spilled dazzlingly through the cracks of the ceiling.

The room was drunk on the pleasant scent of lily of the valley, lilac and gardenia, pleasant enough to send a sense of tranquility through your body.

Blinking away the drowsiness, you rolled at your husband’s side, taking your time to marvel at his captivating beauty.

Malleus’s profile appeared so serene in the sunshine, his glorious black hair catching the bright rays, making him look like he was wearing a crown of daylight stars.

“The only thing I’ve been dreaming of is eternal happiness with you. It doesn’t have to be fancy or perfect.” Gazing at him, you hummed to the song that you sang to him on your wedding day. “The only thing I want is you. Don’t worry, l believe. Always, l believe. I won’t forget this moment. In my arms, l believe your smile will never lose its light.”

“Cause your love is so sweet, you are my everything. I’m not just saying this because I’m happy.” A soft sigh escaped your lips as you carried on. “I will never change, I won’t change. I’ll only have eyes for you.”

“You’re the light of my life, you’re the one in my life. Even if I lose everything, I will never regret it.” Malleus cut you off in a voice so entrancing. “And keep loving you with the everlasting love in my heart.”

“Why do you always interrupt me when it comes to that part?” you chortled, quirking a brow at your husband who just woke up.

Or maybe he was awake all along.

“Because that’s my favorite part.” Malleus replied delightfully, his smile caught in the sunlight, an alluring smile that puts you in a dreamy state.

You blushed in return with a bashful smile adorning your face.

“Did you stay up all night writing a book about me again?” you asked when your eyes landed on the pens and the crumpled papers scattered on the floor.

“You know that that’s one of my ways to get rid of the tiredness of my day, right darling?” Malleus raised his hand, blue ink-stained fingers tracing your face with utmost gentleness. “And who else am I going to write about? You’re my one and only muse.”

“What’s the story about this time?” Taking his hand in yours, you kissed the inked smudged spots.

“I wrote about how loving you is truly a magnificent and splendid adventure.”

A shy flutter touched your heart. Even after all those years, your husband still managed to steal your breath away like the first time you met him.

“My dearest king, am I truly worthy of the love you write about?”

You never doubted him, but a little reassurance wouldn’t hurt sometimes.

“Of course.” Malleus pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead, a kiss filled with a love so deep and sincere. “You’re my wonderfully chaotic partner. A beautiful perfectly put together mess. You’re always worth it to me.”

No doubt, even if you were a walking catastrophe, he would still choose you.

Even if the flowers wilt and the roses wither away, his love for you would keep on blooming.

Even if the stars burn out, he would be the light that never fades and he would still love you the same.

You’ve never heard a declaration of love so honest and so sweet, a love that has found a home within your heart and soul.

[klaasje]

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“Shut up,” the stranger orders. “Where’s your handler?”

Don’t give him the upper hand! Tell him that’s classified.

“Nobody handles me,” Harry says. He feels oddly nettled by this. “Kim’s my friend. I don’t need to be handled.”

The stranger scoffs, saying nothing. Above their heads, streetlamps flicker to life with a weary buzz. Yellow light falls on the bookshop’s display shelves.

Snow has encrusted the top layer of paperbacks. This has happened before, and will happen again before the thaw is done. The oldest books have accepted it and bloomed like little accordions. Their covers are brittle to the touch, but if you peeled them open, carefully, you’d find the book’s inner heart—a hidden nest of congealed pages, the bud of some strange flower. Water makes paper very soft, and makes strange things happen to it. Nothing emerges from water unchanged.

“I’ll walk you back to the Whirling, if you want,” Harry offers.

The stranger barks out a laugh.

“Excuse me?”

“Come back to the Whirling with me.” Feeling bold, Harry steps forward. The stranger stumbles back. “You know, the hostel? It’s not so bad. They have food, hot drinks, karaoke—”

“I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“Why not?”

“You’re insane,” the strange man mutters, digging a pack of cigarettes out his pocket. “You are a drunk bum whose brain has leaked out his ears. Leave me alone.”

He looks down when Harry tries to meet his eyes, bowing his head over his lighter and cupping the flame in both hands. The end of his cigarette flares to life. Harry watches, spellbound.

Three initials are carved into the side of that lighter: JHV. His own, perhaps, or those of the person who gave it to him. Either way, it’s a lot nicer than yours. Girlfriend, maybe?

Harry squints at the smoker, cocking his head.

Boyfriend, maybe?

This setup… it reminds you of something. You in the centre of the road, him over there by the seawall, orbiting you. It makes you think of—

—The Dual Commissars of Revolution! Also known as *Les Amoureux Révolutionnaires*. Julia Dobreva was a brilliant, charismatic, revolutionary comet; Jean Abadanaiz was her partner and stabiliser, the planet who kept her in orbit. They were joint leaders of the Insulinde’s Communist movement and established the organisational system of decomptage within Revachol’s Communist party, a practice which persists in the RCM to this day. This is definitely what you were thinking about, and it’s definitely the answer you’re looking for. Don’t sweat it.

Harry frowns.

“Would you consider yourself more of a planet or a comet?”

“Great question,” the smoker says mildly, ashing his cigarette. “Very normal of you.”

Didn’t like the question, doesn’t think you’re normal.

Harry watches the strange man smoke some more, muttering under his breath. Something sparks in the murky depths of his hindbrain, burning like a signal flare at sea.

Tipping your head back as he walks behind your chair—a lanky shadow in sweats and a baggy black gym shirt, once stiff, worn soft, with ‘H.D.B’ printed on the breast pocket in obnoxious block capitals. Pour over coffee and menthol smoke, a talk show on the radio, and you: tipping your head back to grin at the man in your kitchen with your throat bared, secure in the knowledge that he would take a bullet for you; knowing exactly how he’d roll his eyes, long-suffering, before ruffling your hair…

Harry blinks. The vision fades to nothingness, all except for one part, who flicks his cigarette over the seawall and picks a scab on his chin.

“Jean,” Harry murmurs. It feels good in his mouth. Satisfying, somehow, like scratching an itch. Almost perfect, but not quite…

“Jean-Heron,” he corrects himself, and the hunch pays off: Jean’s breath clicks in his throat as he tips his head back, eyes squeezed shut. “Jean, listen…”

“No,” Jean says thickly, backing away, "no, I'm done humouring you—”

“I just want to talk some more,” Harry insists, darting closer. “Just for a little bit. Please?”

“You don’t even know who I am!”

“I do,” Harry says stubbornly. “I do know you. I just needed more time to look at you, that’s all.”

“Time to look at me,” Jean repeats, slow with disbelief.

“I couldn’t see your eyes,” Harry explains. “Behind the sunglasses, I mean.”

A series of expressions slide across Jean’s face in rapid succession: incredulity, fury, then weariness, one after the other, like a zoetrope. He presses the heel of his hand to his forehead, eyes squeezed shut, and starts to laugh, then cough. It’s a hoarse, hacky smoker’s cough.

Don’t make any promises. Don’t try to make amends. Just say his name again, Harry, the way you used to. That’s all he really wants.

“Jean,” Harry murmurs. Instinct takes control of his body, turning his voice soft and low. He steps closer and reaches out, putting his hand on Jean’s forearm. “Listen, I’m just trying to make things okay again… can we talk somewhere else?”

Jean tips his head back down. His lashes gleam wetly, catching the light. His mouth has thinned to a hard line.

This is not the first time he’s heard those words from you.

[sillygoofyqueer]

*checks phone*

*sees new chapter of Three Blades*

*falls out of chair before clicking as fast as possible*

Where do I even begin?? Everything is perfect!! I’ll start from the beginning and work my way through.

Hua cheng and E-Ming have The Best sibling relationship and I love every second of their interactions. Love how they playfully argue. It’s clear they know each other very well. I also love how seamlessly they switch dynamics from a petulant 8 year old to a calm teen assessing the situation.

Speaking of relationships, it’s interesting how seamlessly Hua Cheng and Luo Binghe work together. I guess that comes with the territory of knowing each other for decades if not centuries. The concern they have for WWX immediately after seeing him is so cute. I hope you know I am squealing SO HARD over here.

Hua cheng after learning Wwx is the wielder of the 3rd blade: *shocked pikachu*

Once again I am left wondering why WWX is in a graveyard because, well, yeah. Also still wondering what Wwx gave up but I’m assuming that will eventually be answered. Right??

Yin yu being the only one with enough sense to not only have them set up a medical room but also manage finances is amazing. I am curious how much he pays himself. Part of me is like, ‘he probably cares for them a lot and it’s probably not that much.’ And the other part of my brain is like ‘he has to deal with all their BS. He is paying himself handsomely.’

I hope you know I was cackling throughout the ENTIRE Chenqing and Suibian interaction. They are absolutely insufferable around each other and it’s amazing. Part of me wants to see them united against a common enemy (*cough* the ones who buried Wwx *cough*) because they both care a lot for Wwx so I kinda wanna see them go feral on whoever hurt him. In the meantime I will enjoy whenever they get reunited with wwx and them fighting the urge to kill each other.

Xin Mo is Tired™️ and I feel a little bad but also he had to know something like this would happen with Suibian.

Speaking of Suibian, she had a different name??? Did Xin Mo and E-Ming??? Or is that just a suibian thing?

Wwx waking up like “am I dead? I was supposed to be dead. Why am I alive and in a bed???” Is priceless. Even more priceless is Wwx thinking E-Ming is HC’s child.

Was that a Shen yuan mention I saw?? I heard they were friends but it’d be funny if they were roommates. Like, Shen yuan barely leaves his room and if he does it’s for food, forced human exposure or to rant At Length about novels. So for weeks WWX has LBH and HC going in and out of an apartment they share until Shen yuan is randomly eating in the living room and Binghe walks in and promptly trips over his own feet. Cue later interrogation of WWX by LBH. Idk, just thoughts.

I feel like the fact that WWX’s spiritual veins being reconstructed is important but I can’t tell how just yet. Maybe having to do with his golden core and all that? Idk. Too early to tell.

Love how wwx is nonplussed by literally waking up 4 days after being buried alive and his only comment is ‘guess I missed lunch with my friends :/‘

As always Four, I wish I could give more kudos because your fics always make me ~feel things~. Please remember to take care of yourself and take breaks.

Luna, you make me go feral. Hey. Hey honey bun (/p). Let's start blabbing. Hua Cheng and E'ming are the most sibling siblings out of the siblings. If that makes sense. However, sometimes E'ming says the most in depth things in his eight year old form and Hua Cheng will bully him instantly by being like "oooh, little baby trying to be smart?? Shut up." And just shoves him from any elevated space possible. I link it back to whenever my youngest brother tries to argue with me and I'm just like "You can't talk back to me, you're like..five." (he isn't). When E'ming is in teenager form, Hua Cheng is more likely to pick him up and dangle him around a bit, before dropping him in a general direction and seeing what he does. Luo Binghe and Hua Cheng have spent centuries upon centuries practically living together, of course they bond and are such close besties (family) that their swords (who expected to have to sort of manipulate the bond to make them feel like family ((like the previous god trio))) kind of watch in relief and awe as they do. When Wei Wuxian comes in, he's obviously in a dangerous situation and it's like...an almost instantaneous Protective™ reaction because oh my god tiny little teenager (not a teenager) is our missing friend (brother) and is bonded to our swords' missing partner (sister). They'll be even more Protective™ friends (older brothers) as they get to know the baby through his personality and are like..."ohh yeah, baby brother." Hua Cheng learning that this almost-fully dead teenager (young adult) is the third wielder: Somebody come pick up their definitely traumatised son before I adopt him into my not family- I dunno what you're talking about, Wei Wuxian's just chilling...in a graveyard....after almost being buried alive........usual stuff for a guy like him!! And, I swear on all that is holy (my life), you will learn what he sacrificed. Eventually. I've had threats (/j) of people coming to my house so they can find out what it is. You'll find out in due time. There are clues, alright? I swear. I prommy. There's a clue right from the first chapter. I pwomise. When I get to Yin Yu's perspective, it's going to be the most underpaid yet overpaid worker dealing with his maddeningly rich bosses having insane problems that he shouldn't be dealing with but is because he loves those guys. Until the new 'boss' comes in, causing a brawl between spiritual weapons and is the most rabid "working-class guy who's out of his depth in this new role" ever. I can't wait to explain it more. The way he pays himself varies wildly depending on how he's feeling: "Oh, I don't want to take advantage of their kindness, I love it here" *watches Hua Cheng sob violently into a portable Dianxia statue as he tries to sign off on the taxes agreement because there was another unsuccessful search* "...I'm giving myself a raise." Suibian and Chenqing are like two cats who hate each other, hissing and scratching - however, the moment Wei Wuxian is in view they're like little angels, kicking each other whenever he turns away. They actively curse each other out, even in weapon form, just having constant back and forths whenever Wei Wuxian's even lightly distracted. Xin Mo finally understands what headaches are and is constantly suffering trying to keep the two under control like the good older sibling that they are - they do understand that Suibian is Like That™ because they're certainly...interesting - while E'ming watches them all end up brawling because of course Xin Mo resorts to fighting to fix things as a former war god's sword.

I like to think of Shen Yuan's friendship with Wei Wuxian as 'this guy I tried to give money because I thought he was homeless is actually pretty cool and I let him stay at my apartment occasionally. We go to cafés together and he enjoys my bitching.' But I will not rest until I have Luo Binghe tripping over his own feet at the sight of this ragged nerd.

Wei Wuxian has woken up in this strange room and he is this close to losing his mind, but he falls back on COMEDY when he's confused. He isn't usually this trusting but Hua Cheng has answers and a son sword child thing that Wei Wuxian can respect. And hey, all I'm gonna say is that he's used to being in precarious situations. He's more worried about disappointing his friends than himself. He's also secretly extremely worried about another person (**cough cough** foreshadowing **cough cough**)

[nausicaamusiclover20]

I have an idea but it’s not very happy end-y and I’m not sure if you are ok with including a musician who’s not in Metallica… anyway I’ll submit but it’s your blog, your rules so if it’s not your cup of tea, just ignore it, no offense)))

I was thinking Lars x reader where she’s his childhood friend but he never noticed her feelings, always chasing the girls who are traditionally “hot”. So she gives up and maybe get a job as an lawyer for Guns n Roses (with all the staff Axl pulled out, I’m quite sure they needed someone like that at every concert) and she and Slash get together? He even slows down on drugs and they get married? And she and Lars meet again at Freddie Mercury tribute concert and he asks her for a date (cause he realized everything after all) but she’s like “sorry, too late, I’m married?”

It may sound strange, but I like the stories with a sad ending. Apart from that, I can write for guns n roses ( they were my first rock band and have a special place in my heart) so if you have any request about them, don’t hesitate to ask. Having said that, I hope you like it❤

Goodbye, my first love

I had always been in the background. Growing up, I was the girl next door—the one who played tag with Lars Ulrich, the one who stayed up late talking about our dreams, our fears, and everything in between. I was his childhood friend, the girl who could always make him laugh. But no matter how many times I tried to hint at my feelings, he was oblivious, chasing after the “hot girls” who caught his eye.

In those early days, I wore my heart on my sleeve, hoping one day he’d turn around and see me for more than just a friend. We’d sit in his garage, surrounded by the cacophony of his drum practice, and I’d watch him with a mix of admiration and longing. The way he immersed himself in music, the passion in his eyes—it was intoxicating. But he was too busy flirting with girls who had long legs and flashy outfits to notice the girl sitting right beside him, the one who cheered the loudest at his concerts.

As we grew older, I realized that I was falling for him in a way that transcended friendship. I loved his wild laugh, the way he lit up when talking about his favorite bands, and the depth of his kindness. But every time he brought home a new girlfriend, it felt like another piece of my heart shattered. I was always supportive, cheering him on as he chased after one beautiful girl after another, even as I quietly wished he’d look my way.

Eventually, the weight of my unreciprocated feelings became too heavy to bear. I decided to put my energy into something more productive—my career. I immersed myself in my studies and eventually became a lawyer. My job with Guns N' Roses felt like a dream come true, a whirlwind of rock and roll chaos. For the first time, I felt like I was carving out my own identity.

In the midst of that whirlwind, I found a deeper connection with Slash. He was different from Lars—mature, grounded, yet still playful in his own right. Our late-night conversations evolved from casual banter to heartfelt discussions. He became my confidant, the one who understood my struggles, both personal and professional.

One night, after a particularly chaotic concert, Slash opened up about his own battles. “You know, it hasn’t been easy,” he said, leaning against a wall backstage, his voice low. “The drugs, the parties... it all gets overwhelming sometimes.” His vulnerability shocked me, and I felt a surge of compassion for him.

“It must be tough,” I said softly. “But I admire how hard you’re trying to make a change.”

“I’m working on it,” he replied, a hint of determination in his eyes. “But it’s been a struggle. I don’t want to let the band down, or you.”

“Slash, you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you,” I said, taking his hand. “You can talk to me anytime. You deserve to find peace, and I want to help however I can.”

In that moment, I realized how much I cared for him. I admired his strength and the way he was trying to rise above his struggles. With my support, he began to slow down, finding healthier ways to cope. When he proposed, it felt like my past had finally been put to rest. I had moved on from Lars, embracing the life I had built with Slash—a life filled with love, understanding, and mutual support.

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Now, standing at the Freddie Mercury tribute concert, my heart raced with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. Slash was beside me, his arm wrapped around my waist, the warmth of his body grounding me in the electric energy of the crowd.

“Ready for this?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“Absolutely! It’s going to be amazing,” I replied, feeling a thrill run through me. I couldn’t wait to soak in the music and celebrate the life of an icon.

As we made our way through the throngs of fans, I spotted a familiar figure in the distance—Lars. My breath caught in my throat as memories rushed back, flooding my mind with echoes of laughter and shared secrets. He hadn’t changed much; his wild hair and infectious energy were still unmistakable. But there was something different about him—a maturity that hadn’t been there before. I felt a strange mix of nostalgia and apprehension.

“Hey, I’ll grab us some drinks,” Slash said, giving me a soft kiss on the forehead before slipping into the crowd. I watched him go, my heart swelling with love, but my attention was quickly pulled back to Lars, who was now walking toward me.

“Y/N?” he said, disbelief etched across his features.

“Lars! Wow, it’s been a while!” I replied, forcing a smile that felt a bit shaky.

“You look incredible,” he said, genuine surprise in his eyes. “I didn’t know you were working with Guns N' Roses!”

“I am,” I said, a hint of pride slipping into my voice. “I’m their lawyer now. It’s been a wild ride.”

“Wow, that’s amazing! You were always the smart one,” he said, his tone nostalgic.

“Thanks,” I replied, brushing off the compliment. I could feel the air thickening between us, an unspoken tension that stirred old emotions I thought I had buried. “And you? Still drumming up a storm with Metallica?”

“Yeah, you know it,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “We’ve been working on some new stuff. It’s exciting.”

“I can only imagine,” I said, trying to keep the conversation light, but memories of our past hung heavy in the air. “It’s great to see you doing well.”

“Thanks! And what about you? It’s nice to see you’ve found your place in all of this,” he replied, nodding toward the stage, where the atmosphere crackled with energy.

“Yeah, it’s been amazing,” I said, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “I love being part of this world.”

Lars looked at me for a moment, his expression shifting. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About how I never really saw you, you know? Back when we were kids.”

My heart raced at his words. “Lars, I—”

“Would you want to grab dinner sometime?” he blurted out, his eyes wide with hope. “I’d love to catch up more. Just the two of us.”

The question hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. Memories of my long-held feelings for him rushed back, but they were tinged with the realization of how far I’d come. I glanced over to where Slash was chatting with some friends, a smile on my face as I thought about the life we had built together.

“Lars,” I said softly, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I’m really flattered, but... I can’t. I’m married.”

His expression shifted, surprise and disappointment flickering across his features. “Married?”

“Yeah,” I replied, gesturing toward Slash. “To him.”

As Lars turned to look at Slash, a wave of realization washed over him. I could see the gears turning in his mind as he took a step back, a mix of regret and longing in his eyes. “I didn’t know,” he said quietly.

“It’s okay,” I reassured him. “I’m really happy, Lars. Slash and I have built something special together.”

He nodded slowly, the weight of the moment settling around us. “I’m glad you’re happy, Y/N. You deserve it.”

“Thank you, Lars,” I said, meeting his gaze. “And I hope you find happiness too. You deserve it too.”

He smiled softly, the tension between us easing just a bit. “I guess I just—”

“I know,” I interrupted gently. “You didn’t see it back then. But I’ve moved on, and I’m grateful for where I am now.”

Just then, Slash returned, drinks in hand, his presence a grounding force. “Everything good here?” he asked, slipping his arm back around my waist.

“Yeah, just catching up,” I said, forcing a smile.

“Nice to see you, man,” Slash said to Lars, who gave a tight smile in return.

As we turned to watch the stage, I felt a sense of closure enveloping me. The past was behind me, a collection of memories that shaped who I was but didn’t define me anymore. I was exactly where I was meant to be, right here, with Slash at my side.

The music swelled around us, and I leaned into Slash, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. I stole a glance at Lars, who was watching the performance with a contemplative expression, and I realized we had both moved on.

Sometimes, love takes unexpected paths, and it was in that realization that I found peace.

[lapsusophobia]

Lighting in a bottle

Status: scrapped/unfinished (possibly forever)

TW: Implied/Referenced Character Death/Suicide

Pair(s): Implied/Referenced Raoulstine (altho I wouldn’t really count it)

Note: what better way to celebrate my comeback than by posting an unfinished piece of POTO one shot which has been laying in my Google Docs for two months and a half now?

loosely inspired by this scene from Final Lair from the Romanian 2023 production (I will never shut up about how much I love the Romania production)

one day, hopefully, I’ll find the inspiration to write a more in depth piece surrounding this scene and maybe even a full fic based on this production. anyways, enjoy. xx

“I want you to be my one and only. . .” Eurydice sang as tears began to form in the corners of her stormy gray eyes, but pressed them shut as she stepped back to the gates of Inferno, almost as if she didn’t want him to see those salty crystals of sorrow dancing in her gaze. He felt his heart cracking when the metallic sound of the gates closing made it to his ears, biting his tongue so he wouldn't scream in agony. Or talk at all, because if he did he wasn’t sure he would have achieved anything good.

“Tell me where you wish to go, and I will follow you. . . ” already up a few good stairs, Orpheus offered his hand to his beloved one, ready to take his loved one home.

Then the gates shut closed, yet unlocked, and like a prisoner he found himself crawling to the bars, only to catch the most horrendous view his damned eyes had ever laid on.

Eurydice took her lover’s hand, her cheeks red and swollen with tears.

“Let us share a day, a year, a lifetime. . .” Eurydice ended their duet in a woeful manner, her voice trembling as she embraced Orpheus and they climbed back into the Living World together.

Orpheus triumphed. He saved his adored Eurydice from the Underworld. They were going to spend the rest of their lives in bliss and joy, bathed in each other’s love forevermore.

And he would rot in these damned cellars for the rest of his miserable existence.

‘Come back to me.’ he wanted to say. ‘Come back to me and I promise I will be good. I will cherish and adore you like my most valuable possession. I will swallow you in the most ethereal tunes possible by daylight, and at night I will sing you to sleep. I will love you, but I will try to do it good this time: I will try to love you like a man, I will try to love you as he does! I will love you better than him! I will do anything! I will get you everything your golden heart desires and lay them at your feet! I will wipe away those poisonous tears that had dared sheed across your beautiful cheeks! I will make you happy! I will. . .’

I will love. I will set your wings free. I will mold myself into a man for you. But not a single I should’ve done better. I should’ve been better. I should’ve listened. . .

He rose from the ground, knees shaking, his own eyes trembling and glassy as he held back his own tears. Then he gazed at the rope only feet away from him, hanging in the middle of the cellar. Tied in a perfect, round loop, tight enough to steal one’s breath and never give it back. It was a merciful way to take one’s life, he thought. It spared the man of the cold blade of a knife, the painful kiss of a bullet at the temple of the head. It was a human death, something which was not granted anymore, not even to the less guilty ones. Nowadays even being born was considered a crime if your eyes or hair color or lips weren’t of the liking of your own parents. Or if your face was the result of all human catastrophes put together, no matter how full of love your very heart was.

No pain. Only for a moment, and then it would pass, fade away into the abyss of the unknown and drag his soul along with it. His fists wouldn’t clench anymore, his brows wouldn’t frown anymore in anger and envy and hatred would finally stop pumping life into his miserable heart.

He would finally be pure.

‘. . . I will even cease to exist for your own peace .’

[funhouse-mirror-barbie]

Man. I’m honestly sad about Hazbin Hotel being the way it is. Maybe, maybe it will surprise me and somehow the last 2 episodes will make the first 6 more engaging or enjoyable but like…(general vent/overall impression so far below)

Lord, it’s so clear that they had SOOOO MUUUUCH they want to get through, and for whatever reason they don’t seem to believe in their work and their story enough to let it take it’s time.

I think if they had just let the first 8 episodes be about the general main cast, maybe with each episode focusing on the improvement and work towards redemption for each hotel resident, we would have a LOT better groundwork for building up to all the intense things and lore they want to include later.

But we’re seeing either full character arcs being speed run or we’re having big twists or revelations nearly every episode and it’s just…I WANT to feel moved by this show. I WANT!!! To like the show!!! I really want to!

Because there are moments that show depth, that could have been really really interesting if we knew more about the characters, if we got to see more of how the characters interact with each other, if we got to see them take the TIME to build up to and resolve their conflicts.

But how it stands, we get at least one, if not two new characters shoved into every episode. They show up create chaos or sing a song about something important to them that we just learned about, and then they leave.

I WANT to get to know these characters! I want to see a flashback or something where Camilla and her daughters were trying to hide from the Angels, and Camilla has to fight back to protect them.

I want to see how the hotel residents ACTUALLY bonded during learning to fight with each other.

I want to learn more about Alastor from literally ANYTHING other than an exposition dump.

Sorry, again if you find these characters to be emotionally deep or they are important to you, nothing I say should take that away.

This is a lot more vent-y than usual, but I guess I’m just sad and disappointed b/c it seems like the writers and creators behind Hazbin don’t believe in their own story and their own characters. This is just how it comes off to me, and it’s just a bummer man.

This was the same feeling I had when the Pilot came out, but the Pilot at least had charm. And while I was ultimately disappointed by its writing, it was clear it was the product of a bunch of people, and bunch of artists, coming together to create something.

And even if the Pilot still needed a lot of work and improvement, you could tell that the people making it really believed in the story and characters and were excited to make it!

I didn’t really want to see the Pilot picked up when it came out in 2019, because while I admired the passion of the creators, animators, voice actors, and composers, I wasn’t sure if I personally believed in the story.

Then it got picked up, and I thought “Okay then. I’m not gonna assume the worst. There must be more to this than I initially thought. I don’t know how I’ll feel about the series, but I want to give it a chance. I hope it’s well done, I hope it’s good”

It’s come out now, and so far, to me, it’s just bad. There are still those little moments of creativity, but they are few and far between, and a lot of the time when I watch the show I’m just waiting for the next song, because that’s usually the one part of the show that is at least catchy.

I guess my only reflection I have for this moment is just. Supreme disappointment.

Sorry again for the post that’s less a review and more a vent/rant post. I think at the end of the day if I DO write any actual reviews of the episode, they will largely be me talking about things I WISH we could have seen in the show, but didn’t get to.

[spasmsofthought]

i’ll be getting over you my whole life (teenage!shang-chi x fem!reader)

A little thing, because I was inspired and I have a newfound love after watching Shang-chi and The Legend of the Ten Rings again. Also, I realize there aren’t enough fics for this guy. Maybe a part two soon xo 

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There is a weight that you have to learn to live with when you eat and sleep, and if you’re a boy, train, at the Ten Rings compound. 

It’s something you discover your mind only has the capacity to form around so you bend and don’t break.  

He pulled you aside just a moment before, but it wasn’t to say anything. In the shadowed, open-air hall that lines the outside courtyard, he stands opposite of you. 

This is a new, soft thing, and those are hard to find as deep and high in the mountains as you both are in this compound, so he doesn’t touch you. Not at first. His face gives away nothing, but you’ve been learning how to read his eyes. They hold the depths of all that he is holding but doesn’t speak about. 

If your mother was here, she might roll her eyes at the way you think about him. The way you act as if you are beyond the age of 14 (though in some ways, you are). She would tell you, from the wisdom of experience, that you should be careful. That the pain that came from first love as a teenager wasn’t always worth it. That there were more important things to focus on. 

Shang-qi’s touch is tender as he leans forward and slowly takes your hand in his. It’s somewhat unfamiliar and awkward because you two haven’t had a lot of time, if any, to spend together. But there have been some sweet pockets, little moments, where his smile changes the whole course of your monotonous day. Stolen glances before training as you linger as long as you can in the courtyard before you are sent away. Whispers in the darkened hallway between his room and yours. Sitting across from each other at breakfast, before anyone else has arrived, early enough to watch the sunrise without interruption.

You both don’t understand much about dating, or love, but you understand that whatever this is between you needs to stay under the radar and private. You think you’ve done a good enough job to not alert anybody, especially Shang-qi’s father. He’s gone a lot anyway. 

There’s a weight Shang-qi carrying tonight that he wasn’t carrying before. It’s in the set of his shoulders and his posture. 

You hold his hand for a moment longer before releasing it. 

Instead, your hands come to cup his face. 

“Do what you must tonight.” 

You let the silence surrounding you both echo your words as Shang-qi exhales. A small moment of vulnerability comes as he presses his forehead to yours. You close your eyes and soak in the feeling.

When you open your eyes and find Shang-qi gazing at you, you know. He won’t be making any promises to you tonight.

Your eyes begin to water but you swallow the tears into your throat and inhale. You take a second quick breath once you realize this is the closest his lips have come to yours.

You try to imprint this feeling into your mind so that when you remember this moment again, you can make it last as long as you can.

He cannot bear to stay goodbye, so he will not say anything at all.  

“Go,” You take a step back, “Your last words should be to her.”

Xialing, his sister, waits on the steps a few feet in front of you. He gives you one last lingering look and then turns to sit with her. They talk only for a moment before the sound of helicopter blades echoes against the sides of the mountain and almost overwhelms the silence the compound is set in.

You can tell even from the distance that he says no words when Wenwu greets him. He only nods as he grabs his bag and walks away.

It will be fifteen years before you see him again.

[your-unfriendlyghost]

9, 13, and 20

9. What’s the favourite scene/moment from the book?

  Probably the part in the morning after Pony gets home from Windrixville, where the gang’s just relaxing and horsing around- it lends some much-needed lightness to a pretty heavy book. That or the train-hopping, although that one’s mostly because I’ve always wanted to ride on a freight train, ala “On the Road”. There’s one by my house and lemme just say it’s been tempting me pretty much my whole life. I guess I also like the drive in, when Two-Bit talks to Cherry and Marcia- it was just just fun to read, I like Two-Bit.

  I think the Johnny/Dally death scenes were obviously some of the most well-written and impactful, but I can’t outright say they’re my favorites because the whole time they were happening I wanted them to not be happening. Loved them though from a technical standpoint. You see so much of the characters and who they are- ugh it’s so well done.

13. Who do you think is the most well-written character?

  Maybe Ponyboy or Dally? Idk Ponyboy just feels very genuine, which I guess makes sense since Hinton says he’s probably the character who’s most like her. And then with Dally- I mean it’d be easy to soften his edges in hopes of writing someone more likeable, but she chose not to and I think that’s a huge part of why his character is so meaningful. I really like Pony’s line about how Dally’s “Too real” and how that scares him.

But really I do think all of the characters are solidly written- especially Randy who I think is kinda underrated? I mean I don’t think about him often, but I love the scene where he calls Pony “Grease” and then is like “Wait, I mean kid.” I do wish we got more Cherry- she was well-written too, but we see so little of her…

  Idk, I think they’re all well-written. Even characters without much to them on a surface level feel like real people, and it makes the world feel so lived-in and real. Like my boy Steve- there’s not a ton outright said about him, but he still feels like a real person with real depth. And don’t even get me started on the Shepards- the little details really flesh them out, even with hardly any screen time.

20. Which character do you relate to most?

  Steve or Soda I think. 

  Steve because even though we don’t canonically get much of him, we do get a few things, like how he’s cocky and observant and competitive and has a rocky relationship with his dad lol. And then in the movie he does a lotta stuff I’ve done and even looks kinda like me- kinda short, gap-toothed, dark haired, scowls a lot. I’ve currently got a pretty nasty bruise on my knee from front-flipping off a couch, and another one on my arm from rough-housing with a buddy. And irl I know I often come off as bad-tempered the way he does, although I don’t really mean to. This one’s more fanon than canon, but we’ve even both got Napoleon complexes lol- I mean the fact that I like him so much is absolutely just projecting, I’ll admit that, but idk I like him and think he’s pretty relatable. I get the whole “fighting ‘cause you’re angry” thing, as well as the beefing with fourteen year olds thing-which I’m kinda ashamed of- but I swear to god fourteen year olds know how to push my buttons in ways no one else does. (well. Except for…everyone. I guess. I just have a lot of specific experiences with smartass fourteen year olds that I’m still mad about to this day.)

(5’6 isn’t that short Malcom, shut the hell up. You’re just freakishly tall for a freshman.)

  Admittedly I didn’t think much about Steve until I took @boysborntodie’s “Which greaser are you” quiz and got him, which I was initially irritated at because I thought he wasn’t much of a character…but then the description in the results was so on the money that I got a little unsettled lol. Point is, Steve’s probably my “official most relatable character”.

  And then with Soda, I’ve got a similar experience of being good-looking but not feeling very secure in my brains…which is conceited to say I know, but enough people talk about my looks that I’m aware of the fact that it’s just objectively true that folks like my face. Unfortunately it means I kinda rely too much on it, and often end up worrying that there isn’t much more to me then that. Like I’ve had multiple girls who’ve dated me because I’m good-looking but then don’t really like who I am, you know? It gets to me sometimes. Not often, but sometimes. I could see myself ending up in a relationship with someone like Sandy, although unlike Soda I don’t think I’d still wanna marry her afterwards- I love Soda, but I can’t say I relate to that part so much. (‘Course this is all hypothetical, so really who knows what I’d do?) And I’ve definitely got a worse temper than Soda does, I admire his lack of one honestly lol 

  I do feel like I ought to relate more to Darry, to be honest though. I mean, I’m the oldest son with two younger siblings, and a decent amount of responsibility- but I just don’t relate to him much. But then again, I’m in vastly different circumstances- Me and my sister are more like Soda and Ponyboy than Darry and Soda. Mostly because we both get to be kids still. 

Anyhow, thanks for asking! I know I’ve written a lot- I just have a lotta thoughts and like to hear my own voice I guess lol. And lemme know what thoughts y’all have about these questions, I’d love to hear it!!

[widevibratobitch]

Ok. Any "Terror" fic recommendations?

good lord YES countless really. idk what you're looking for specifically though.

i myself am a fitzier girlie first and foremost with some occasional fitzconte thrown in. i'll best direct you to my ao3 bookmarks, specifically to the tag i keep for my personal favourites, the crème de la crème of fics I've read and liked.

some examples under the cut.

i am a connoisseur of ✨fitzier hatesex✨ and there's surprisingly not that many of those compared to fics where they're all lovey-dovey with each other (which. dont get me wrong. i also enjoy from time to time). so i'll give you some that have truly stuck with me. it's mostly pwp sorry not sorry.

Some lovely perilous thing by cosmogram

“Oh,” James gasps, and really, it’s almost too easy. James ought to have some modicum of shame, ought to be able to master himself better than this—better than turning to a doe-eyed dissolute the second a man so much as breathes near his eager young cock. “Not here, Francis,” James pants out, voice already hitching high. “The great cabin, at the very least.”

“Here, I think,” Francis returns crisply. “On your knees.”

it's just so fucking good. very hot. i honestly don't know what else i could say about this, it's one of my personal favourites amongst personal favourites (along with the one i link next, from the same author).

Devotion by cosmogram

Francis does not seek him anymore, but neither—still worse—does Francis bother to dismiss him when James arrives of his own volition, each time with all the hope of the most wretched fool. “Oh, get to it, then,” Francis muttered with sublime disinterest that very day when James appeared in his cabin’s doorway. James had, in fact, come to talk—but he had not hesitated when Francis gestured dispassionately to the front of his trousers. He had dropped, wordlessly, to his knees to obey.

everyone give it up for erectile dysfunction! hip-hip hurray! the author sums it up well with the James Fitzjames’s Tragically Unmet Praise Kink tag. this one is a little more on the sad side, Francis is being a goddamn gremlin and James is at his most needy and pathetic. nothing hotter to me personally than sucking someone's limp dick and crying about it. i find myself thinking about this fic an ungodly amount. i love it so much. again, best of the best of the best.

nice dream by icicaille

Francis swirled the last dregs in his glass and peered into its depths. Some kind of grim satisfaction had come over him. “I’ll tell you what you want to hear,” he said. “For a certain price.” It was foolhardy beyond measure. Damning, even.

basically, Fitzjames gives Crozier a blowjob in exchange for Francis telling him some nice reassuring things he needs to hear so badly it makes him look stupid - malicious compliance from Francis of course with some nice internalised homophobia. James is, again, pathetic as all shit with a little twist at the end. no one is having a good time except for me of course.

hunger's vocabulary by icicaille

“Ah, Sir John.” Francis cleared his throat once the wardroom was near to empty. “May I borrow James? Regarding the Lloyd’s balance. We took readings that require further inspection. I’ll send him back in a gig—tonight if the weather holds, in the morning otherwise.”

chef's kiss. just two cunty cunts going at it (the dialogues are so good...) with a sprimkle of some angsty self-loathing Francis. what more could you ask for.

you are coming down with me by dazydaisy

Chapter one: “If I loved you I could perhaps fuck you as if I hated you, in order to please you, but, as you are surely aware by now Fitzjames, you and love are oil and water to me.”

Chapter two: ‘Maybe,’ James had begun to unlace the front of his trousers with a carelessness he had (shamefully) practiced, ‘if you loved yourself even a little you would be able to stop yourself from doing as I command. But, as I’m sure you know by now Francis, you and love are like oil and water. The two simply do not meet.’

*

Mum and dad are fighting again

pretty much what it says on the tin. just two heartbroken bitches fucking and being cruel to each other and im eating that shit up thanks

A Willing Foe and Sea-Room by ClutchHedonist

“Nnh.” Fitzjames whines around his thumb.

“None of that. Clearly, you can’t shut your own bloody mouth to save your life.” Francis huffs, “So I’ll shut it for you.”

pre-canon. Fitzjames - still as a baby lieutenant - and Crozier have a brief but very hot encounter during some Admiralty Party.

Caïssa by cosmogram

“You said you had a question,” Francis snapped, irritable already.

“Yes,” James said, flushed and resplendent still from the company next door—undaunted and loose-limbed in just the way that plucked cloying ire from a raw place in Francis. “How’s your chess game?”

A seduction.

a little bonus to the list, because i love this fic and it recently updated after a very long hiatus (it's still a wip tho but i hope the author manages to finish it, they're one of my favourite writers in this fandom). no hatesex here, it's more of a slow-burn with past Crozier/Ross and really great dialogues, as always. Neptune also makes an appearance.

Bespoke by ktula

James is trying to escape his grief after Sir John's death. Francis, in his own way, is trying to do the same. OR: The one where James Fitzjames has a bit of the genders, and his captain is surprisingly accommodating of that.

ending this rec list on a kinder and softer note, as a treat. this was one of the first fics ive read in this fandom and still one of my favourites. not really hate sex though they're still rather uncertain and wary about the other. very good, very sensual, gender-heavy. beautiful fic really.

BONUS have some excellent fitzjames/le vesconte and fitzjames/franklin - as a treat.

you don't have friends (you have admirers) by JamesFitzjames

James Fitzjames is a man who does not seek help.

each chapter deals with something different, so while the fic is unfinished it's not really some painful cliffhanger (tho i would love to see it completed one day). second chapter is some excellent, excellent Fitzconte. last chapter also has, why, of course, some really delightful ✨fitzier hatesex✨.

Hoo-ray and up she rises by TheGreenMeridian

They’re rip-roaringly drunk and laughing loud enough at each other to wake half the neighbourhood as they stumble into their lodgings.

i only like Fitzconte if it's done in a very specific way and this fic fits my needs just perfectly. just two besties being sillayyyy. what, like you never gave your bro a handjob just for shits and giggles?

Whatever morning brings by isamariposa

Brutus spends his life torn between disquiet, distaste and desperate pining for Caesar, leading to his infamous betrayal. In his own final moments, he raises a plea: “Jupiter Maximus, take pity on me. If by Your grace there is a way to atone for what I did to him, I beg You: let me do so in the afterlife.”

His wish is granted.

yes, yes, this is technically an HBO Rome fic but each chapter deals with a different time period - the third is dedicated to The Terror and can totally be read on its own. it's some truly excellent Sir John/Fitzjames with a sprimkle of some delightful Fitzconte tomfoolery. It's really, really good.

okay one last BONUS

devourer of debts by allmyloyaldead(van1lla_v1lla1n)

Cornelius Hickey receives, and devours, and adapts.

What Hickey receives from the universe and what he takes for himself, the pieces with which he sews himself together into a man, or something like one.

some incredible Hickey insanity. truly brilliant. the gifts Hickey receives from Billy, Irving and Fitzjames, short and sweet (by sweet i obviously mean gruesome and fucked up <3)

[yiotarot]

February Pick-a-pile

Welcome to this months reading, I’ll be doing this a little different and drawing more cards as well as having a card for the overall influencing energy of February.

So pick an image below, whatever draws you in and if it doesn’t resonate you can pick another. (This is a collective reading so won’t be for everyone, take what resonates and leave what doesn’t) Images are from the Star Spinner tarot deck.

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The overall theme of February is releasing yourself from the binds that are keeping you back, it's time to take off that blindfold and really look at how you can go forwards. [Eight of Swords] There’s a stagnant energy that will be addressed this month and how you can navigate it (a lot of reflecting and taking action). 

Pile one

Knight of Wands, Ace of Autumn, Depth: May you immerse and go deeper.

Pile one you might have recently already taken off that blindfold, if not it’s time to go deep within and reflect on your life. Take time to refocus and gain a clearer vision on the things you want. Listen to that voice, you know the one you sometimes speak negatively to…answer that calling. Look after your mind and body, don’t get led astray by distractions or negativity whether that be other people/situations or how you talk to yourself. 

Sit with yourself and get clear on your goals, imagine the life you want and look at how you can make that your reality. You’ve already got that idea, you just need to take action towards it. Don’t act too impulsive though, there’s always consequences so make sure you make grounded decisions and keep to a plan (which can be tweaked as you go to align with you in the moment). 

Sometimes waiting instead of jumping in all at once can bring you opportunities too, you don’t have to do everything you’ve planned all at once. Alternatively you may need to act now and that it's the right time for you do this idea whilst you’re motivated to do so. 

So this is your sign to go for, take risks (within reason of course), and don’t be afraid to enter the unknown. It can be scary but that’s where you find growth and there’s so much potential. Really dive deep into those passions of yours, there’s lots of inspiration coming your way. (A very fiery and take it for yourselves type of energy, use it to push this idea forwards). You’ve already ripped that blindfold off and are running toward your goals. 

Pile two

Temperance, The Lupine, Pause: May moments of calm sustain you.

This month pile two you will be slowing down and making more mindful decisions in order for you see some progress. You might be the type to steam roll ahead and try to do many things at once and you’re being called to pause and take time to rest. Rest time is the perfect time to get back in tune with yourself and what you want in life. Reevaluate what you want and why you need to do certain things. Are these decisions helping you to further yourself or are they leading you to burn out?

You could also be needing to look at what areas you need to pay more attention to, what skills do you need learn or how can you manage your time better to make the most of your skills. Because you are a talented pile with a strong set of skills, you just need to put the work into the right areas and remain focused/determined. 

Plan your days, and make sure to take a break to look after yourself too. Take a look at the things that are holding you back: How can you overcome this? Is there a way to salvage it or is it better to let it go? So that you can focus on something else (Sometimes you have to drop a ball in order to catch another). 

This is mostly about you putting in the work to further your learning (doesn’t have to be school it can be many different aspects of life). Listen to your inner voice and let it guide you, you know what you need to do and now is time to take action. 

Maybe you’ve been blindly running in too many directions and your act of taking it off is: refocusing your vision on one direction. Time is important for this pile, make sure you’re not rushing into anything and take time to really ask yourself what you need. (The energy is free-flowing and calm, slow and steady wins the race). 

Pile three:

The Hanged Man (Reversed), Six of Winter, Courageous: May each breaking wave build your courage. 

The past month you may have be dealt with delays and waiting for things to happen, well this February it’s time to look at things with a different perspective. You’re ready to make changes and move forwards with life. 

Some of you might be in a period of waiting that isn’t in your control, take this time to slow down and look after yourself. There’s nothing you can do, so release the need to control the outcome and let it come to you (it might even bring you a better one).

If not maybe it’s time to think about doing something else or is there something you can do whilst you wait? Don’t resist this change, it could lead you to new opportunities and help you further what you already know.There might be something you’ve wanted to start/learn and this period of pause is allowing you try it out. Now it's up to you to put in the work and learn the new skills. With anything new it brings new challenges but you are ready to face them, you can break new records and adapt as you go along. 

Don’t be afraid to Start this new thing, it’s something you’re not familiar with but it will be rewarding. Ask yourself how far can you go? What do you need to do in order to get there? 

The energy for this pile is all about trusting yourself and the process. It’s all about slowing down or making slow progress in learning something new. No pulling and pushing an outcome, just waiting for it to flow to you freely. You're being asked to trust yourself even if you haven’t removed the blindfold yet, and do what feels right for you. Once you’re back on your feet you’ll be able to remove the blindfold and see clearly. 

Pile four

Six of cups, Nine of Summer, Imagine: May you look beyond what can be seen.

Pile four this month will feel nostalgic for you, you’ll be thinking a lot about your connections, whether that be past or present. Theres a longing to reconnect with people and offer them an apology or maybe there’s been someone on your mind you’ve wanted to reach out to in a long time. (NOTE: this is in no way saying go back to your ex…this is about relationships that have made an impact and mean a lot to you).  

People from your past could pop up or you will be reminded of your childhood. Maybe this is the perfect opportunity for you to reconnect with your inner child, do the things you loved as a child or give yourself the things you never had but wanted. It’s easy as adults to get swept up in the everyday mundane, but don’t forget to leave some down time to play. Read that book from your school days, draw again or buy something you always wanted as a kid. 

Get in touch with your creativity, use that imagination to get ideas flowing. Create something for yourself and notice how it makes you feel to do something for you (do homemade crafts with your friends or for friends/family). If you have the space to do so now is the time to start a new passion too. 

Alternatively this could be telling you spend more time with the children in your life, be open to playing and learning with them, kids remind us to be curious and openminded, they’re not always ruled by fear either. So explore and rediscover yourself without fear. 

The energy for you this month is more of putting on the blindfold in order to give yourself some time to reconnect with yourself as well as others. There’s a playful sense of adventure and excitement to do something you haven’t in a long time. 

Hope this resonated with you and wish you all the best this month! Thank you for interacting with this post | Please do not copy and repost on other social media)

🌙 Yio

[pianostarinwonderland]

I kinda hope they go into more depth on the Draconia family in chapter 7, and I’m hoping Malleus’ grandma isn’t “neglectful” of her grandson, with her duties and what not (tho it might be implied kinda like with Kalim). We know chapter 7 is gonna be tackling themes like family, grief, death and the impermanence of things, but the twst team has so much room for angst with any of these themes. Like I can’t imagine the pain grandma Draconian went through when her only son died (at least I’m assuming the previous king was her son), leaving her a grandson on top of resuming her role as the queen and again, it wouldn’t be far fetched to say she swamped herself with her duties to cope with the grief. It’s possible that Lilia saw this and took it upon himself to raise Malleus for most of his life. Though, Malleus seems to have a positive relationship with his grandma so maybe it wasn’t that bad.

But with the theme of death, I just watched the new Pinocchio movie by Guillermo del toro and I would totally recommend you watch it if you haven’t already, and all I’ll say is that it ends on a pretty depressing note. And if chapter 7 dives into themes of death and grieving, then the only outcome is that Malleus has to accept that things don’t last; that everyone around him, Silver, Sebek, Lilia will eventually leave and he will be left until he’s gone too.

This ask made me remember a very old Maleficent fanfic on FF.net I read when I was in my live action Maleficent phase. Essentially, it was about Maleficent watching all her loved ones grow old as she remains the same. Aurora was her beloved friend and kind of a daughter of sorts. Diavolo was her beloved pet raven. But one line in that fic said that Maleficent could no longer remember the exact shade of Aurora's blue eyes or the exact timbre of Diavolo's voice. And that still resonates with me from how quiet and heartbreaking it is.

I really want them to go in depth with the Draconia family too! Same with you, I want to think that she really doesn't intend to neglect Malleus and just got swamped with her duties as queen. Malleus did say in chapter 7 that he was upset when his grandma couldn't join him for dinner last minute. It seemed to imply that they planned it ahead, so grandma Draconia really tried to be with her grandson. Using work to cope with the guilt of losing her child, though... ;u; that's very possible. And tragic, so tragic. It's a good thing Lilia was always there with him. But it still didn't change the fact that he's lonely.

The way that they're taking the curse is really really interesting. You have Silver, who may have the movie's curse. In a way, Malleus' whole not getting invited schtick might be a curse in of itself. But I also want to talk about one other part of Aurora's curse that's related to the idea of accepting the evanescence of this world. Live action Maleficent made her curse in a way that "no power on earth can break this curse". And she tried to break this curse on Aurora later on, only for those same words to haunt her. She may not have been the afflicted one, but the curse affected her anyway in the sense that she could lose Aurora to it.

Malleus has always been revered for his power, but he even says in chapter 7 that no matter how powerful he is, he can't keep the people he cares about in his life. In a way, it's similar to how Maleficent ended up being affected by Aurora's curse. The people he cares about will end up sleeping permanently... and all Malleus can do is watch until his time comes. And in a world where true love's kiss doesn't exist like in fairy tales, the idea that Malleus has to accept that things will not last and he has to say goodbye someday is probably what's going to be the ending lesson. Aurora may have woken up at the end of the movie... but it won't prevent her from dying someday.

#walangforever :)

Also, I heard that Pinocchio movie was good! Haven't gotten around to watch it, but hey, maybe one day I will. If I can bring myself to .-. I'm not a movie person hahaha

[alicia-18]

FRIDAY THE 13TH PART IV REVIEW

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Before anyone says anything, I know. I have skipped another movie. But before you call upon Jason himself to turn me into a shish kebab, let me explain.

I am based in England and watch this franchise on Paramount Plus. For some reason which I can only assume is to annoy the fandom, both movies 1 and 3 aren’t on the platform but 2,4,5,6,7, and 8 are. I’m just as baffled as you but as we are broke bitches out here, I can’t afford to rent it currently. I am actually going to borrow the first movie from my sister-in-law’s girlfriend soon so I will post my review of that too!

But with that out of the way, let’s get into my thoughts and opinions on part 4.

Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed the movie! I think I might have even enjoyed it more then the second, though I expected as much as I know the fandom view this one and maybe number 7 (?) in high regards. The characters conversations, although still super corny, we’re a lot more realistic sounding then in part 2. Like the way Ted and Jimbo (I’m assuming his name is Jim but all I have in my head is Ted shouting Jimbo) were talking about girls does feel very reminiscent of typical teenage boys, just obviously very 80s.

And the kills were also a lot more interesting typically. You can tell by this movie that they had more of an idea on how to use Jason and his strength, even if at times he still seemed quite goofy. Just seeing the way he killed Doug by squeezing his face until blood poured and then throwing him through the shower glass for the girl to see was so entertaining, as well as the seen with Jimmy getting the corkscrew through the hand. I even appreciated when Trish sliced through Jason’s hand slightly.

This movie also seems to lean slightly more into the goofiness it has. Like when Rob is being killed and he keeps shouting “he’s killing me!” just had me cackling in bed at the unseriousness at it all. The movie had the ability to create suspense whilst still being laughable - in a great way. I’ve stated before I truly do appreciate the cheesiness of older horror and this movie is the epitome of that.

It isn’t a perfect movie though. I find Trish to be a much weaker final girl in comparison to Ginny. Like how she just watched Rob get murdered, went to run away and then went back like she would have been able to stop death? It made such little sense. She also felt pretty useless overall. Because realistically, Tommy is the star of this show. All she does is find a body and scream “he’s here!” When it’s bloody obvious he is by how the front door has been hacked down. She also left Tommy with little choice but to kill Jason himself when he is literally a small child! He has to try fixing the car, he has to stay by himself at the house whilst there’s a masked killer. All that she did successfully was hit Jason when he grabbed Tommy and then distracting him long enough for Tommy to shave his head.

The way they killed off Mrs Jarvis was also jarring because it’s completely offscreen and you don’t actually get any definitive answer to if she is dead. They could have atleast had her body show up in the third act or something similar to that but no. This goes back to my grievance with the second movie surrounding the ambiguity of Paul. I hate not receiving an actual answer and just makes me think they didn’t know what to do with either of their characters so they’ve left it open ended.

All in all, despite my few negatives, I did genuinely really enjoy this movie! I think it has a lot more rewatch-ability then the second too. I’m hoping the fifth part has a couple answers regarding Mrs Jarvis and I hope Tommy does come back because the ending where he looks straight at the camera is chilling!

I also wrote this a couple of days after watching due to my children being crotch goblins and not giving me a second to myself so this isn’t as in depth as the Part 2 review. I’ll try adding more when I review Part 5!

RANKING SO FAR

1) Part IV : The Final Chapter

2) Part II