#monsoon madness

[basofy]

now that the @lisadigitalzine account made the announcement i'm gonna post my submissions!! this time i was given the opportunity to make the cover for the credits which was really nice :) i loved making these! pls check the rest of the zine!!

[false-anomaly]

Maestros reaction to hearing the start of a beatles song is so valid I would also dissapear back to hell,, they better come back tho Maestro ilysm <3 <3 <3

[tneql]

Grifters and idiots: Doctor Who has gone woke and gay.

Doctor Who in the 80's:

(I never realised until years later than Lon was Martin Clunes... a familiar face to anyone who watches British TV.)

[kitzatara]

I’ve made a massive translated compilation of Zatanna’s spells from most media. Namely excluding DCSHG, and one or two video games. So if you’ve ever been curious what she’s been saying, then check it out.

[monsoonworld]

playing Spearmaster’s route to desensitize myself to the sound of their spears. it’s worked so far!

i also try to ignore their tail in the cycles art and instead focus on their silly lil face and whatever they’re drawing in the soil :)

[xshootingstarrikex]

JINKX MONSOON IN DOCTOR WHO I REPEAT JINKX MONSOON IN DOCTOR WHO THIS IS NOT A DRILL

[churipu]

a drizzle feels like monsoon !

featuring. sukuna ryomen, itadori yuuji, megumi fushiguro x reader

warnings. a lil angst + fluff (jjk men practically apologizing, shocker for sukuna)

note. this is part 2! i'm glad you all have taken a liking to the first part, like i can't believe it got over 700 notes :D, i'm gonna be doing my asks after this one so do wait for it! <;33

tags. @dookiemeshibear @sircatchungus

SUKUNA RYOMEN.

who am i kidding? he literally has no filter with that mouth of his, doesn't care about whose feelings he will hurt with what he says and could care less about what comes after.

except when it comes to you, apparently.

(as much as he hates to admit it, he's a sucker for you).

so when you came home from work one day, you just wanted nothing but to be smothered up with love (even if he barely shows it to you, he has his own way).

"ryo, i'm home."

he seemed to be in a foul mood — obviously he's always in one? but today seemed to be his foul-est mood yet.

and you didn't understand why.

it was either someone made him mad (everyone agitates him for just breathing tbh), or he's just.. mad for no apparent reason.

"are you alright? do you want to talk about it?"

your voice made him grimace and he looks at you dead in the eyes before muttering out a:

"shut the fuck up y/n." in the most menacing, venom laced tone.

you widened your eyes slightly but nodded your head, feeling the upset settling in your stomach — and so you went to take a shower (and cry in there for the longest time).

and when you come out of the shower with red marks at the corner of your eyes, there sukuna sat on the bed in your shared bedroom.

"what are you doing here?" you asked him, clutching onto the white towel you just used. the male looks at you for a while, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

"what? can't be in my room now?" he retorts back. and so much to think that he was going to apologize to you for being undoubtedly rude when you just wanted to throw him love and care.

"'kay." you mumble out, getting ready to leave the room — but he held you by your wrist, holding you in place, "what are you doing?"

"fuck," he murmurs out, looking stressed out, "'m sorry for saying that shit. i didn't mean it, it just came out."

it was pretty warming to hear the word 'sorry' come out of his lips since he isn't much of a person who would shove his ego up his ass to apologize to someone, "then why'd you say it?" you asked him, voice low.

"i.. don't know— have you been crying in there?" he asks, voice calm.

you shook your head, lying, but he could see right through you. the male pulls you down onto the bed, threading his fingers into your hair, "sorry.. for makin' you cry."

"that's okay.."

"it's obviously not if you're fuckin' cryin'." he mutters out, pulling you into a tight hug, laying his chin on top of your head.

"you're cute, ryo."

"shut up."

ITADORI YUUJI.

it's a surprise to everyone if yuuji's in a foul mood — but i mean, he's human too? he doesn't always have to be happy.

but his foul moods are rare so you always wonder what could have plummeted his mood, and sometimes yuuji would tell you all about it.

but today he seemed to be in a foul mood, and distant.

"yuuji?" he grunted, making sure you knew he heard you call out to him.

"are you alright?" he grunted again.

"yuuji, do you want to talk about it?" he shook his head.

"is there anything i can do to—"

"Jesus Christ y/n, stop asking me shit and leave me alone!"

you did what he told you to, sitting down on the couch in silence on the left side, and yuuji on the right side silently. it shouldn't be anything but you felt overwhelmed by the tone of his voice, yuuji has never raised his voice at you before.

so when tears come out of your eyes, yuuji is quick to take notice, he glances at you, eyes full of worry. and then he scoots closer silently, "y/n.."

you wiped your tears, but to no avail, they just keep coming out.

his hands soon cups your cheeks and wipes your tears, "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry.." he murmurs out, peppering your face with kisses, "please don't cry, i'm sorry.. i shouldn't have raised my voice at you. i'm so sorry y/n."

yuuji pulled you onto his embrace, burying his face into the crook of your neck, planting soft kisses on your skin, "please don't cry.. i love you, get mad at me, yell at me, but don't cry. i hate to see you cry.."

it pained you to see him upset because of you, so you nodded your head. if you spoke now, you were sure you'd cry even harder.

you ruffled his hair, "it's okay yuuji, i'm sorry for forcing you too."

he shook his head, "no, it's mine. you just wanted to know, i'm sorry."

he spent the rest of the day cuddling and clinging onto you like a koala, requiring kisses and constant attention.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO.

how should i say this? he acts hot and cold. sometimes he would be cold like ice, and at other times he would be warm like summer.

today, he was in one of those cold like ice moods and you hadn't spoken to him for.. hours.

"megumi?"

he didn't answer you, but he looks at you, arching his eyebrow.

"did i do something wrong to make you act like this?"

he sighed, "no."

"then do you want to talk about it?"

"no."

"really..? are you oka—"

"i said no, what the hell is so hard to understand about the word 'no'?" he seethes out.

it took him awhile to notice how silent you have been, and when he looks at you — with tears pooling in your eyes. he immediately feels the guilt surging in him.

"fuck. y/n.. i'm so sorry." he reaches out to you but stopped when he thought it would just worsen everything.

"'ts okay.. i'm sorry for forcing you to tell me," you wiped your tears.

megumi pulled you into his arms, holding you close to him, "no, i'm sorry. i'm sorry for saying that — you just cared about me, i shouldn't have said that to you."

you rubbed his back, "it's alright gumi, i'm okay."

"you're not," he pulled away, wiping your tears away swiftly, "i don't like seeing you cry.."

"you're a cutie." you chuckled.

"what makes you think it was the right time to compliment me y/n?" oh, don't think that you didn't catch that blush on his face. he's a cutie.

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[reality-detective]

Moab, Utah — Mud Flood

Experiencing some monsoon madness in the Moab desert. 🤔

Video credit: Sylvan Christensen

[clockys-soul]

Some (new?) Male wof ocs, they’ve got nothing to do it’s the story I’ve abandoned, but I’d say these guys also life like maybe 6000 years after the main wof storyline.

Canyon is a Sandwing bandit, he’s cocky, clever and overall pretty good at what he does.

Hoverfly is a Hivewing Prince, he’s arrogant and mean, though he loves his older sister, Sawfly, very much and would do anything to keep her safe.

Monsoon is a Seawing noble, he’s extroverted and smug, he’s had more girlfriends than he himself has kept count of.

Nightfall is a Nightwing student, he is observant and clever and sometimes a bit of a know-it-all, he’s very close with his father, who is a nightwing General.

Hibiscus is a Rainwing healer's apprentice, he is very friendly and calm, everyone is pretty sure he’s never been mad in his life, he agrees.

Garnet is a Skywing noble, he’s mean and egotistical at times times but completely calm and kind towards his blind younger sister Spinel.

Violet is a Silkwing, Tailor/Seamster in the Lilac Hive (previously Jewel Hive), he’s kind and softspoken, he loves what he does and is very proud of it.

Copper is a Mudwing Sculpter and Potter, he is kind and likes to help where he can, he hatched from a blood-red egg and has 4 brothers and 1 sister.

Alder is a Leafwing mercenary, he is impulsive and reckless, the jewel around his neck is a gift from his mother whom he loves dearly.

North is an Icewing noble, he is Prideful above all else, but he is also very knowledgeable in all kind of things.

[irisintheafterglow]

(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)🌷✨🩷🍪 Greetings Author-nim

Can I please request (⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠メ⁠)

(OPLA Zoro x You) Where Reader is an Assassin or Ninja and is a Pirate hunter, When Zoro used to be one too, they would always compete who gets the target first. Sometimes Zoro wins, sometimes reader.

So, imagine Reader's reaction when they saw Zoro with the crew.

And also, Luffy, somehow by some miracle with his own style of talk-no-jutsu managed to convince reader to join them(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥. Hope u have a great day and it's okay if u don't want to do this. I'll understand.

baby, let the games begin

wc: 2k (surprise, shawty)

cw/tags: gn!reader, swearing, canon-typical violence, mentions of drinking and alcohol, pining pining pining pining PINING

note: hi love, thank you so much for your request!! i hope you like this because i certainly love writing for this stupid himbo man

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

Honor be damned, you really wanted to kill him. 

“Dirty play, demon,” you huff irritatedly, scowling at the asshole who skewered your target before you could. In a single clean slash, the head is relieved of its body and unceremoniously kicked into a bag. “We both know that one was mine.”

“Better luck next time.” Asshole. Stupid, selfish, infuriatingly attractive asshole. A million different ways you could end his life flashed through your mind and, with his back turned to you, became more of a possibility the longer you sat in your disappointment. The dock creaks beneath his receding footsteps and you spit a curse under your breath. The head now bouncing around in the pirate hunter’s hand would have had you living comfortably for months, not to mention buying some shelter for the stray dogs wandering your home island. Monsoon season was coming and you didn’t have nearly enough space to keep all of them dry. Finding food that wasn’t old bread and horse balls was hard in itself and shelter was just another task added to the to-do list. “You’re not gonna try and take it from me?” 

“Why would I? You killed him; you get the bounty,” you reply scornfully, praying that whoever came up with the idea of hunter’s honor is torn to shreds by an octopus. “Guess it is your turn,” you concede reluctantly and take note of the blood dripping from the dirty fabric sack as he reapproaches. You’d have to clean your shoes when you were done. “I did take that guy from you in Flamingo Village, last week.” 

“The one with the big, ugly hat,” he confirms and you don’t budge when he stands right in front of you. He had pretty eyes, you’d give him that. Too bad you wanted to slam your fist into his nose. “I was mad about that one.”

“Well, you got this one. Aren’t you gonna cash ‘em in?”

“I will. I’m just curious,” he says and his expression is unreadable. It bordered on amusement and suspicion with a little bit of awe. “You could have killed me a million times since I killed the target.” Already thought that, buddy. “Why didn’t you?”

“Like I said, hunter’s honor–”

“No,” he shakes his head decidedly and you narrow your eyes. “You’ve been following this guy for four days, watching other hunters fail to bring him in. My question is, why do you need this bounty so badly, and why aren’t you willing to kill me over it?”

“Technically, that’s two questions,” you deadpan and your heart does an unwanted little stutter when he scoffs, the tiniest smile pulling at his mouth. “If you really wanna know why I need it, it’s ‘cause I need to take care of some friends back home.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but you also didn’t need the most feared hunter in the seas knowing that you needed the money to buy squeaky toys and dog beds. 

“Those friends aren’t worth killing for?”

“It’s sounding like you want me to kill you,” you fire back incredulously. “Do I need to worry about you, Zoro?” 

“Look, all I’m saying is, all other hunters would be leaping at my throat as soon as I take their kill. I just don’t understand why you won’t, especially if it’s worth four days of stalking.” 

“Maybe I like playing this little game,” you admit. It’s no secret to you that your job becomes incredibly boring at times. All the other hunters you come across take their jobs too seriously and believe that they’re purging the seas of evil. You, however, knew that the real evil was pacing around ivory towers and putting up the wanted posters. When you first met Zoro, it seemed like he didn’t take his job seriously at all. He killed like it was breathing and remained unamused at the melodramatic theatrics of flashier hunters. You ran into each other often because, besides being the only ones who survive their hunts, you were the top-earning hunters of your generation and ended up following the same pace every time. “I take a bounty; you take a bounty. I try to beat the pirate hunter at his own game; he throws a fit when I’m faster than him.”

“But, today I was faster than you,” he corrects and you stick your tongue out at him in defiance. “Who’s throwing a fit now?”

“Get out of my sight, demon,” you frown but you can’t hold it for long. It becomes a tired, melancholy smile and you start to make your way back to the town to book passage home. “Hope you enjoy all that Berry.” 

“Let me buy you a drink with it before you go,” he calls after you and you freeze where you stand. “Consolation for kicking your ass this time around.” You shoot him a scathing look over your shoulder and take the bait. 

“I did all the dirty work for you, asshole, so it better be three drinks at the least.” He chuckles softly under his breath and you roll your eyes, letting him catch up to you before heading to the nearest bar together. “I hate you so much.” 

“No, you don’t.”

As time passed and you ran into him more during your hunts, that hatred turned into something different, an annoying feeling of excitement every time you heard a sword unsheathed or spotted someone with green hair. You found yourself checking your watch when you were ahead of him, counting down the hours until he caught up. You knew the sound of his footsteps and the rhythm of his breathing and memorized how the sun hit his eyes down to the iris. Sometimes, you’d work with him directly and split the bounty evenly once it was completed. During conversations to kill time, though he never admitted it, he liked being around you as often as he was. Eventually, you told him about your furry friends back on the island and started marking the places you’d been with a hasty drawing of a dog. It became part of your routine and the time that it took for him to catch up to you decreased exponentially as a result. You’re easier to follow, is what he said. On a particular mission where you were unusually behind, you were delighted to find his gross attempt at mimicking the mark scratched into the wooden bar counter. 

You lose touch with him after a year or so of working together and you don’t expect it to hurt as much as it did. Word floated around that he was captured by Marines and posted up in Shells Town, but the same mouths reported that he escaped with pirates the following day. None of it sounded like him and it reminded you that you really didn’t know him at all. Still, you marked that silly dog into every barstool and backdoor you came across as you fell back into the same boring routines. 

Taking a rest day at a floating restaurant called Baratie, you think you’ve found the perfect spot to scratch into the counter when you realize that someone has already done it for you. It was horrendous and nearly incomprehensible, but you choke back a sob when you run your thumb over the mangled wood. There was only one person who could have drawn the little dog so badly.

And it’s like your body senses him before your mind does. 

In an instant, you’re hyper fixated on the familiar rhythm of his boots and the soft noise as his swords clank together with every step. There are four others with him, but you know his approach like the back of your hand. A boy in a straw hat whom you recognize from wanted posters rushes the bar, loudly requesting a glass of milk for himself and the finest rum for his swordsman companion. When he slides into the seat next to you, you can barely look at him, rendered defenseless from the conflict of emotions stirring in your mind. Thousands of questions were screaming to be answered but you couldn’t even open your mouth. The alcohol in your half-finished glass is all you can see. 

“You found me,” he murmurs, flagging down the bartender and asking for a bottle of whatever you’re drinking.

“I wasn’t looking for you,” you reply just as quietly, watching his hand carefully replenish your glass before filling his own and downing it in a few swallows. You stop him from pouring another with a light hand on his shoulder and he wordlessly sets down the bottle, making you smile softly. “You still drink too much.”

“I don’t have you to slow me down,” he replies without hesitation, glancing at your fingertip as it traces the mark he made on the wood. “I’ve been putting those everywhere since I joined up with Luffy. Figured we’d run into each other at some point.” 

“Luffy,” you echo. “That’s your pirate captain?” The irony of your situation escapes neither of you. If you were smart, you’d have every single one of them dead and bouncing around a burlap sack, just like the pirate all those years ago. But, just the same as the first time, you were stopped by a profound desire to be closer to Zoro. 

“He’s not like other pirates. Not like the ones you and I know.” 

“I’ll let the Marines know next time I bring in a head, then,” you laugh humorlessly, feeling the rum burn down your throat when you take another sip. You feel his eyes watching you carefully but you don’t look back at him. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to hear that.”

“They don’t have to hear anything,” he says in a low tone, one that sends goosebumps up your spine and has your heart beating a little faster. “They don’t have to hear anything from you ever again.”

“You’re not saying…”

“That's exactly what I’m saying.” 

“You want me to just switch sides like it’s nothing?”

“This job has been nothing to you from the beginning, nothing but a way to feed strays that, thanks to you, have loving homes,” he reminds you and you exhale deeply. He was right, but part of you wanted vengeance for all the times you secretly wished he was still with you. “So, come with me.”

“Zoro, I–”

“You know, I’ve missed you so much I can’t sleep,” he shakes his head and sighs in defeat. “Every time we dock at a new city, I’m hoping you’re on a hunt because, as much as I care for them, they’ll never know me the way you do.” He looks back at his crew with something like sad fondness in his eyes. They wouldn’t ever know him the way you did, as a bounty hunter with no real place to call home and no real people to call friends. “It gets lonely when you’re not forced to be alone anymore.”

“And it’s lonely when you are forced to,” you add. “It’s lonely either way–”

“But I’d rather be that way with you,” he concludes. “It’s not bad when I’m with you.” You pause, collecting your thoughts and calculating how much money you’d have if you suddenly abandoned your current line of work. It was risky, sure, but something about risking it on Zoro made it feel a little less dangerous. “Your silence tells me I convinced you.”

“I’m not the one you need to convince; it’s your captain you should be talking to.”

“Trust me, he’s the least of our problems.” As if to drive home his point, a choir of cheers rises up from behind you as a loud belch sounds through the harbor. 

“‘Our’ as in the crew, or ‘our’ as in you and I?”

“It’s always been you and I, hasn’t it?”

“It always will be,” you promise, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. He’s warm and safe and everything you were needing. “But, I need to teach you how to draw a better dog.” He hums in agreement, downing another glass contentedly. 

“Yeah, you need to teach me how to draw a better dog.”

if you enjoy my writing and would like to support me, you can buy me a coffee on my ko-fi! you can also check out my full masterlist here :)

[shamebats]

"I’m a moth biologist who loves rpdr. Here are some queens and their moth (or caterpillar!) doppelgängers, from the bottom of my little heart, please enjoy"

(via r/rupaulsdragrace)

Trixie and rosy maple moth, Dryocampa rubicunda

Monet X Change and garden tiger moth, Arctia caja

Bianca Del Rio and Spilosoma multigutatta

Violet Chachki and Luna moth, Actias luna

Yvie Oddly and hickory horned devil, Citheronia regalis

Tatianna and Platyja exequialis

Jinkx Monsoon and Rupela albina

Vivacious (and Ornacia) and the "mad hatterpillar" Uraba lugens

[dreamerforever-d]

Well.. I am just gonna rant here right now.. ignore me. Or not.

I just watched “Happiest Season”, because after Agatha all Along I am obsessed with Aubrey Plaza, and yeah, I know, it took me soooo long and wtf is wrong with me, right?

Anyways, I’ve watched it.. and I didn’t like how it ended?

I mean, maybe if I wasn’t so biased by Aubrey’s perfection, I would’ve gone along with it, but… I mean, Riley (Aubrey’s character), was SUCH a better company and better match to Kristen Stewart’s character!!! I mean, she was out already, and she was so open and such a fun person to be around, it seemed…

They went out to drinks, and she took Kristen’s character to a bar where drag queen’s were singing Christmas songs. (Jinx Monsoon was one of them and I LOVE her, so it made me so happy).

Since they first laid eyes on each other, the chemistry was screaming, at least to me. The looks they’ve shared.. how both characters were so easy going and really just themselves around each other.. *sigh* During the entire movie, the only times I’ve felt that Kristen’s character was not uncomfortable, was when she was with Riley.

Anyway, at the same time I understand that the girl had a very problematic family… and when I say very, I mean very! ( I was so fucking mad about the way they treated the ‘least favorite daughter/sister’, she was the sweetest one of them all and deserved better!)

But in my eyes, even when she was not with her family, she was just a different person from the beginning of the movie. She seemed extremely shallow to me.. and the fact that she stayed until 2 am with her ex boyfriend, that she KNEW her girlfriend didn’t like, I think that was also a dick move, even if nothing happened.. it was still so weird to me.

But anyway, it is what it is..

BUT since I’ve always been a fanfic writer, always had a BIG imagination for fictioning things and a hopeless lesbian, I hoped that the one who was in the red car in the end was Aubrey.

Spoiler alert: it was not.

Anyways, disappointed… but it is worth to watch because Aubrey is amazing (and super hot) in it.

That’s it, thank you for coming to my ted talk. Sorry for the rant. And have a good night.

[blairamok]

i think if i ever wrote another fic it would be my dragon slayer aziraphale and cursed dragon crowley fantasy AU. AHEM.

aziraphale is a knight that has been tasked with slaying a great beast that is rumored to lurk beyond the eastern gate that guards the kingdom.

it’s said that the beast makes its home there, in a deep, dark forest of thick brush and bramble notoriously difficult, if not entirely dangerous, to navigate through. it’s forbidden to go there, since many who attempt to breach it either never return or are spat out days later, hungry and driven mad from being lost in what felt like a never ending maze with no exit. the deeper you go, the darker it gets, with large leaves and vines so thick they practically create a wall, as if protecting something within.

aziraphale, like many others who have tried to brave these woods, is lost and becoming quite peckish, and now it’s raining—monsoon levels of raining, you could say—when he stumbles into a clearing full of the most verdant and luxurious foliage he’s ever seen. quite a stark contrast to the thorny, foreboding deadwoods he just stumbled through.

he doesn’t find a beast though, but a human.

long red curls and curious eyes, darkened by the black fabric he’s wrapped around his head in a makeshift hood. aziraphale is confused because this human is yelling at the plants, not him, pacing angrily along the perimeter of the clearing shouting things like, “what do we do with visitors?! we keep. them. OUT.”

this human begrudgingly takes him in for the night, into a small, warm cottage that’s as green on the inside as is it is on the outside. he helps aziraphale out of his armor, warms him up by a fire, and feeds him.

come morning the human insists that aziraphale must leave, and as he escorts him to the edge of this private eden, there is no way out. aziraphale watches, yet again, as his strange host stalks angrily along the wall of tightly woven vines that somehow seem to be weaving tighter, and tighter.

something tells him he won’t be leaving anytime soon.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

split/kid! Kim AU as promised 😘

send me an ask and I'll tell you about one of these WIPs!

I haven't thought about this fic in so long I forgot it even existed, but I added it to the list just for you <3

In this fic, through ~magical handwaving~, Kim's younger self is split from his adult self. It was meant to only cut out his memories/trauma (bc Kim will turn to magic before therapy), but oops! Turns out all those memories became a whole person! So now there's a ~13 year old knife-wielding Kim running around the compound, and adult KimChay have no idea. The significance of that age is that's how old Kim was the first time he killed someone, and he sees that as the thing that ruined him as a person. So if he can get rid of the part of himself that decided to be a murderer, maybe he can become a better man for Chay. Spoiler, that's not how it works.

The whole idea behind the fic is Kim learning to forgive himself for the things he had to do to survive. It's a lot harder to blame yourself for life going wrong when you have to look that frightened child in the eyes and tell him everything is his fault. Kid Kim is also a darling, and the brother feels make me weep.

Chay’s phone is ringing on the nightstand. He reaches blindly for it, preoccupied with Kim’s mouth on his own.  “Ignore it,” Kim murmurs, giving Chay’s bottom lip a chastising little bite. He’s half on top of Chay, both of them naked, hands wandering, and well on their way to a second round. Kim is making a very compelling argument, but… “It’s hia,” Chay says, and finally grasps his phone, hitting “accept” on the second to last ring. Kim huffs at him and starts pressing warm kisses along his jaw instead. “Hello?” “Chay,” Porsche greets jovially. “Question for you. Why is your boyfriend a child?”  “... He isn’t?” Chay looks down at Kim, now mouthing at his collarbone, just to make sure. And yep, still the same twenty-three year old he’s been for the last four months.  “I’m literally staring at him, and he is.”  “I’m literally naked with him, and he isn’t. I think I would have noticed.” Porsche snorts on the other end of the line. Kim looks up at him curiously, his tongue tracing wet circles around a nipple. Chay tugs his hair to make him stop but it only encourages him to bite. “Want to tell me why you think Kim is a child, hia?”  “I’m a what?” Kim asks, his voice low and rough and dripping with judgment. “Has your brother lost his mind?”  “See for yourself.” Seconds later Chay gets a text alert. He pulls up the messages, and nearly drops his phone when he sees the picture that loads.  There, sitting beside Kinn, wearing obviously borrowed clothes and the stormiest scowl Chay has ever seen, is Kim. Unmistakably, irrefutably Kim. Chay, left gaping and unable to speak, turns his phone around to show his lover.  “... Hm.”  “What the fuck?” Chay whispers. Then, “Porsche, I’ve got to go. We’re on our way.”  He ends the call.  “You’re not surprised. Why are you not surprised?”  “I’m surprised.”  “Really? Because you sounded like I just told you the road flooded in monsoon season.” Chay pushes himself up to his elbows, dislodging Kim. “What gives? What did you do?” “Why do you think I did something?” “Because there’s two of you!” “... I didn’t do anything that would have done that.” “But you did do something.” Silence. Kim refuses to meet his eyes. “Kim.” “It wasn’t anything bad! I just… Look, don’t be mad, okay?” Chay takes a deep breath, and then another. They’ve been together for two years now. They’ve seen each other through a lot. Chay can confidently say they’ve reached a place where Chay would forgive him for anything, because he trusts Kim not to do anything unforgivable.  “Tell me what happened, then we can figure out what’s going on,” Chay says. “I might have… gotten rid of… my memories. Of my childhood.” “... What?”  Kim squirms. He pulls the blankets up higher, suddenly vulnerable in his nudity. At least he doesn’t try to run away.  “You’re always telling me to go to therapy. I thought I could go straight to the source, cut it out, then,” he takes a shuddering breath, “then I would be okay.” “Kim, you can’t—that’s not how it works.” Kim shrinks in on himself. Chay doesn’t let him hide, drawing Kim into his arms when he tries, clutching him close. “That’s—that’s half your life! And it’s just, what, gone?” “I thought it would be. Guess not. I promise I didn’t know this would happen.”  “And you were just going to hide this from me?” Kim shrugs. Chay’s heart clenches wondering how long Kim could have gotten away with it. He never talks about his childhood as it is, like he’s already locked that part of himself away. “When do your memories start, then?” “When I was thirteen, I think.” “Why that age?”  “That was the first time I killed a man.” Kim squeezes his arms around Chay’s middle, hiding away in his shoulders. Quietly, he adds, “That’s what broke me.”  The day he lost his innocence, Chay thinks. He stopped being a child when he took his first life.  Except he doesn’t believe that for a second. Trauma isn’t what makes someone an adult; Chay would know. Kim was still so young, and he must have been terrified. Alone. 

[b4si1wh0]

Series 14 Season 1 trailer thoughts (still don't like the numbering)

UNIT tower woo!!

Ahh yes the iconic 'come with me I'm lonely pls.' love how they're slaying. love the jukebox!

fit af! also 60s!!!! yes!

ok where the hell are they here??

UgH dAvId TeNnAnT iS oVeRsHaDoWiNg ThEm (/s). Is this where they do the magical flashes of all the doctors?

'Kiss me goodbyeee, I'm defying mavityyyy'. (love love LOVE the colours and the colours of the tunnels!!! this new tardis is 100000/10!)

d-d-dinosaurs? remember the last time with dinosaurs? that didn't go so well!

she said it! yes! nothing can ever go wrong!

oh

ahh shit. (at least we get a non-human as a companion??) i think i'm going to love the butterfly effect episode. i eat that stuff up.

regency era wooo!

exactly what we're all thinking. (the doctor looking fit as usual I see)

yay!! music!!! (does that say 12/8 time? i actually don't think I've seen that before! but i doubt you would have a crotchet followed by what looks like a minim(?) because that is not how you group notes. the ff doesn't go there. Why is the first sharp D?? the first sharp is F. always.) yay!!! music!!!

NO DON'T USE A GUN!

that is exactly what they would say. i feel like i watched something recently where they said the doctor would say this. i can't remember where though. ugh.

nooo my babies! please don't cry!!

OK, so the jinkx monsoon character is in the beatles episode? is it a 2-parter?

love the one-on-one doctor/parent chats. but... remember brian??

pretty. great fashion.

yay! glasses representation! hot.

where is this? i LOVE it.

i'm singing in the raiiin (musical number? ngl gives la la land vibes)

yeah it is! 60s woo!

no. What happened to the tardis?

you go girls! (gender-neutral)

KATE my BELOVED <3 <3 <3

mad aunty mel <3 <3 <3

4th wall breaking wink? i like it.

YAY I'm SO EXCITEDD!!!!!!!!!!

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

"Bigger FIsh Conundrum" Pt. 2

As in the previous part, Dr. Eggman and Dr. Wily are showing Chara some footage from a field test, demonstrating the “Bigger Fish” scenario. Upon finding what looked like a Smash invite in a public park, Waluigi was sent flying by DJ Octavio, DJ Octavio received a flying Metal Gear RAY to the face from Monsoon, Monsoon tried to break Porky’s Absolutely Safe Capsule, and then Fecto Elfilis sent both of the above to a dimension of pure agony…

Chara: “So what was the point of all that?”

Dr. Eggman: “Just keep watching, I swear there’s a method to our madness.”

||Video resumes||

Fecto Elfilis drops to the ground to inspect the Smash Invitation, but is suddenly approached by a familiar glowing butterfly.

Fecto Elfilis: “NOT AGAI-”

The butterfly absorbs Fecto Elfilis’ entire being, becoming Morpho Knight. The Fluttering Dream Eater then picked up where the former left off.

Morpho Knight: “Wait a minute; this is a forgery!”

Dr. Wily: “NOW, IVO!

Dr. Eggman suddenly runs out from a nearby bush and drenches Morpho Knight with a fire hose. Dr. Wily then catches Morpho Knight with an oversized butterfly net.

||Video end||

Chara: "So what you’re saying is…”

Dr. Wily: “The point is, if enough "bigger fish” appear, it eventually loops back around into something more manageable.“

Dr. Eggman: "On a side note, I managed to put Death itself in a jar.”

Dr. Eggman then produces a jar with Morpho Knight’s butterfly form trapped inside and fluttering furiously. Dr. Wily and Chara both stare at Dr. Eggman for a moment.

Dr. Wily: “You know what? Class is dismissed for today. If you need us, we’ll be figuring out what to do with our new asset…”