#my apologies im just AGONIZED

[vorashvan-a]

actually i need to backtrack a little from my prior post/the discussion in my tags re: geopolitical issues.

we have several hot-button issues that affect all of Thedas whether or not anyone likes it. elven-human tensions. the god-knows-how-long qunari-tevinter war. the mage-templar conflict. ASIDE from the actual events of games ie blights, rifts, etc.

we're updated by the Inquisitor on the state of affairs down south through correspondence. fine, letters from the front, okay. but... we're not seeing that come through on our screens. on our end. geopolitical issues affect everyone. while orlais, ferelden, the imperium, rivain, antiva, etc. etc. may not be BESTIES they still NEED one another whether it's through trade, farming, production, diplomacy, etc. they're all tied together.

so. orlais and ferelden fall to the blight. there is... literally nothing being said about it aside from the Inquisitor telling us this. we've seen nations irl unite over less—you're telling me that there's no coverage? no aid being sent out? there are one hundred percent allies between these countries even if tenuous and fraught with conflict. the downfall of one, let alone two, is a massive implication on the economies (and migration!) of everyone around them.

they should all be seeing an influx of refugees (like in daii, the constant flow of Fereldans coming to Kirkwall). they should be crippled by lack of trade and resources (even the slave trade ie tevinter, illegal is it is in ferelden, was lucrative underground). we don't hear anything from the newspaper stands. nothing from the nobles. even ivenci in Treviso?????

then—we have several interactions with the dalish and the elves, but there's no mention whatsoever about the tensions between elves and humans. the cruel history between them, of elves being enslaved in several places—minrathous certainly being one—and generally being treated as lesser. The fact that NONE of this is completely past them at all but it is NOT acknowledged despite the fact that there SHOULD be some semblance of prejudice, bias, etc. what have you simply because of that complicated history and the issues it raises throughout multiple generations. it is not simply a southern issue! it is also a northern issue!

the only instance i have outright seen of this is during bellara's episode of vows & vengeance when she spits something along the lines of shemlen dogs towards the Templars chasing her in tevinter.

IM SHAKING VEILGUARD BY THE SHOULDERS!!!!!!

[lakeheadlyricist]

watched i saw the tv glow

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[mbspolls]

I think that might've been me and I'm sorry. I don't remember ever saying anything about that, but I can be unconsciously rude when it comes to adaptations. I never meant to be that way.

I understand entirely if you still feel that way towards me, and I will be unfollowing I promise.

I'm sorry for whatever I may had said.

if this completely unprompted response to "what did you think of my quiz" is you (which i believe it must be, as i haven't really gotten any other rude uquiz comments in a while):

then i don't understand how this can be "unconsciously rude" or some sort of accident. do you just always throw this kind of thing around without thinking?

i also don't understand how, if this is, in fact, you, you can apologize for something you apparently don't remember. "sorry if i was mean, i forgot, and it was probably because i'm always mean about adaptations"??

i happen to love adaptations, and this one in particular. and both my blog and the uquiz were labelled as being primarily TV/show verse. if you don't enjoy that, that's fine! but that's no reason to come into my house and piss on the furniture??

so, basically. listen, dude, i'm open to apologies, and i'm quick to forgive. but this? this is kinda a non-apology, my guy. "i'm sorry for whatever i may have said" is literally textbook non-apology.

[herjuhodivine]

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part 2 of worthless talking

thank you sm! i honestly didn’t think that worthless talking would be THAT good to most people and angsty(?) cause i was never good at writing angst. but thank you so much everyone !! and im almost at 200 followers! thank you very much and thank you arcane for being the glow up of my account ( now i just have to worry about what to write after arcane officially dies ) so if i end up doing the mini series considering it a 200 followers special ( ? maybe )

making up with arcane characters after arguing

S1! jinx , S2! vi , S2! caitlyn , and ekko x fem! reader

reconciliation , hurt/comfort , mentions of abandonment issues ( jinx ) , friends → lovers ( vi ) , mentions of marriage ( caitlyn ) , lover boy! ekko , cursing , mild suggestive ( vi )

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JINX

the past few days have been quiet. too fucking quiet. especially for jinx. by now, she would have a talking to her hallucinations or blowing something—anything up but she being held down by something, this agonizing feeling in her chest by she hasn’t had a clue of what is it. she going on her daily routine to see what’s so off. when she wakes up, she wakes up next to you; she always talks to you; when she’s collecting parts, it’s always with you; when she’s making another invention it’s with—you. that’s the issue. jinx cursed at herself for her realization that she pushed you when she promised herself that she wouldn’t. no wonder she’s been so “unstable” according to sevika and silco.

she immediately dropped everything, forgetting about the fishbones project and left the lair. and immediately went to your place. she took out her spare key and immediately searched up and down, every corner for you but your house is empty. she was starting to panic, why aren’t you home? did you just get up and leave? she didn’t think her actions would hurt you that bad, she just wants to apologize for what she done, she didn’t mean it. “Jinx?” a soft voice creeps up behind her, “what are you doing?” jinx snaps her head around, tears resting on the edge of her eyes. “baby…” jinx breathes out.

You placed your bags next to the front door and closes the door behind you. suddenly jinx tackles you into a tight hug, sobbing into your shoulder, wrapping her arms around your waist. you pull her in close, letting her have her moment. “what’s wrong J?” you asked her softly, as she starts to cool off, small sniffles and tears drying up on her face. “i…i thought you left me after that argument we had.” her grip tighten around you. “please don’t leave me…i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to call you annoying o-or you were nagging me i promise and i—” you smash your lips into hers, causing her to softly melt into the kiss and share the warmth of the tight embrace. you slip out of the grasp of her lips and stare at her flushed face with a smile. “im not going to abandon you my love, im always going to be here.” jinx held your hand tightly, “i’m sorry.” you reciprocate her action, “i love you.” “i love you too.”

VI

another day, another lost at the pit fight. no amount of training until she sore, drinking her sorrows away, destroying her life is making the pain go away. no matter what she does, she always recalls the scared look you gave her, it sends a shiver down her spine each time. the horror of herself that you had to experience firsthand. the side that she didn't want you to see; caitlyn, whatever; but you. she deeply regrets that she lost her cool with you, off all people it just had to be you. she didn't bother drinking or training today, she can't. she can't even sleep without your face flashes in her thoughts. strolling around the undercity doesn't help much besides giving her some fresh air of the city she was raised in. she doesn't know how but she ended up at the brothel.

walking down the hallway, rooms filled with variety of sexual activities, workers and customers; she didn't care, she just ended one person right now. she walked past the other offices, she knows you mostly handle the money and service of the other workers for the customers. looking through the office window, she sees you looking over some paper works and envelopes filled with money. she twisted the door knob and closes the door behind her as she enters your office. you glance up at now black haired girl, her pink hair seeping through the tips and ends of it. "how can i help you, violet?" she tenses up and her breath hitches as you use her full name. "it's vi for you."

"who?" vi walks around your desk, you watch her cautiously, she hooks her arm around yours, pulling you up and off your desk chair. making you sit on the desk and pinning you down with both of her arms you trapping in between, "viol-" "vi. say my name correctly." she hovers above you, she slips herself in between your legs. your heart pounding in your chest, "fine fine, vi, what do you need?" vi chuckled dryly, " i want you, sweet." you scoff, "me? or that piltover girl?" vi grabbed your waist, "listen, i realized i was wrong; i care for you, and i love you, not caitlyn." her hands move to hips, pulling you in closer to her, "you were always there for me, even when you had nothing to do with me and caitlyn's mission you were there as always. and i'm sorry for taking that for granted and im sorry for calling you a prostitute." her thumbs absentmindly rubbing circles into your skin, she leans in closer and presses her lips against yours, pulling you into a soft passionate kiss; filled with love and affection. you pull away slowly, "I forgive you."

CAITLYN

you lay restless in your bed at home, away form caitlyn, you don't want to believe she's actually cheating, but the way she act together, maddie is always close to caitlyn, always touching, acting shy around your fiancee. you would always try to find time to bring it up but with the things going on with jinx and ambessa, your time with her lessen to almost nothing, even at night, she's always exhausted and out of breath. you're so lost in your thoughts you didn't even notice you were crying until a maid rushed to you side.

caitlyn could barely focused on the work in front of her, when she's training with ambessa, she seemed so distracted and distant from everything, according to the ambessa, "you do not come back until you're back on your feet, commander." the silence hung in the air. "we need not distractions for justice." that the last thing caitlyn heard before she left and went home to her office. maddie returned, he usual soft and comforting aura, it didn't feel like anything in the first place, but that's how maddie tries to come off. "commander, are you alright? you've been staring at the paperwork for 15 minutes now." maddie nervously chuckled. "I'm fine...just.."she rubs her temple in a pain and annoyance. "excuse me, i have to go see someone." she gets up and grabs her coat and leaves without hearing anything from maddie.

she knocked on the front door of your home, waiting patiently for you, she hears small shuffles and movements behind the door, she hears a faint metal sound; you're looking through the peephole. "what do you want caitlyn?" you open the door in a slight crack, enough for her to see and hear you. "hello...dear, you don't look well." caitlyn's face filled with worry and regret, voice low. "I'm fine." swiftly caitlyn, pushes the door open and pulls you into a tight hug. the cold air from outside slips into your home, causing you to shiver. "I'm sorry..." caitlyn started, "i never noticed how maddie was acting until recently, i assure...no...i promise you that I'm not cheating on you; maddie doesn't compare to you. never has and never will." you broke out into small sobs and sniffles, "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry.." caitlyn caresses your head gently, soothing you as you cried in her chest.

EKKO

since you recovered from that night, you kept your distance from your boyfriend, even on patrols with you, you stayed nearby but kept a small distance between you two, and of course he noticed, i mean he had to with the whole firelight community scolded him for lashing his anger out onto you.

another night again with patrolling with him, and you sat down at the top of the tunnel, where you got stabbed at but this same time, you're with your boyfriend; who seems extra tensed knowing this is where you go hurt. where he failed to protect you, when you didn't listen to him. you notice that he is shaking, violently. you hesitated but reached out and touched his knee, he stares at you in shock.

"calm down, ekko, if you're aren't fit for patrol then we could call-" "no!" he blurted out, "no...that won't be necessary, i'm fine." he continued on. the night sky and cool breeze surround the both of you. "I'm sorry-" you both said at the same time, you stared at each other. "it's okay-" it happened again. you chuckled, the blush rising on your face and also his. "i love you, fire." he kisses your forehead and cheek. "i love you too.." you pulled him into a soft kiss, officially calling this a good night.

tags : @sseleniaa @woldangnight

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guys say thank you to my mother who allowed me to finish this on her laptop or else you wouldn’t have seen this at all this week nonetheless this early .

[imsofreakingtired]

So i just thought of this. Age gap romance is hot and all but lets be fr, it aint long before the younger one is gonna watch their old lover slowly slip away as time pass by. Imagine reader is just there, holding sevika's hand (who's now old, like really old, basically in her death bed) slightly tearing up, knowing it aint long before she passes away.

Side note: Hi, I've been stalking your page for a while, so apologies if im sometimes blasting your notifications, I really love your incorrect quotes xD they always made my day.

pls dont apologize!! i love it when u pop up in my inbox or in the notes!! ...but you are gonna KILL me with this ask. i’m gonna fight tooth and nail to make this at least a little fluffy bc my mental stability is hanging on by a thread as it is

hcs: with her to the end

this was bittersweet to write…oh i pray i just want her to live a long and fulfilling and peaceful life :(( 

the age gap between you and sevika is roughly ~20 yrs (she is in her early 40s by the end of canon). when the two of you first start seeing each other, Sevika agonizes over this in silence. she knows she loves you, wants to commit to you as long as you’ll have her. but she doesn’t want to hold you back. doesn’t want to take you away from the prime of your life. she’s also half convinced you’ll leave her as soon as her age catches up. she’ll express these anxieties in jokes, but you see right through her.  like if she forgets something important and you tease her for it, she’ll crack a smile and say “yeah, I’m two more slips away from the nursing home, huh?”  and you look at her seriously and say “nice try. you’re not getting away that easy, woman—you’re stuck with me.” 

the streaks of grey in her hair will eventually cover her head and she decides to just get a buzzcut. you never miss a moment to tell her how beautiful she is. because she is. seated at her council seat, now a respected Zaunite representative, swathed in her cloaks of deep colors, her grey eyes as piercing as ever. the wrinkles in her face tell stories of unimaginable pain and endurance, they are markers of her survival. and the charming lines at the corners of her eyes show the joy she discovered when she met you.

as she ages she’ll become more irritable, her vision and hearing declines and she can’t move as easily as she used to. snaps at everyone who tries to help—the only person she is okay with taking care of her is you.

as her memory fades you sit by her for long, quiet hours, telling her stories of her own achievements. reminding her of the hopes she had for Zaun. quietly passing over the darkest memories. she never quite believes you when you tell her about all that she has done, how important she was to the revolution. “I did that? I rallied them together for the battle at Noxus?” “Yes, Vika. It was all you.”  

she falls in love with you like it’s the first time, over and over again. calls your name out in a troubled tone after a nap, thinking you’re gone. when you emerge in the doorway a relieved smile spreads over her face and she holds out her right hand to you. you wrap your hands over hers, her once-strong fingers now bent and spotted, and kiss her cheek. “I was just in the garden. I’m not going anywhere, love. Don’t worry.”

you fill the house with flowers and sunlight. you tend to the garden and bring in fresh flowers every morning. you wrap her in blankets when she gets too cold, cook her the foods she remembers from childhood, and read to her until she dozes off in her chair. when the doctors tell you she will not have much time left, you throw aside all your external duties to spend every minute of the day with her. you don’t want to think about a future without her, so you make the most of every moment you spend with her. even when long stretches of time pass where she looks at you and doesn’t recognize your face. when she calls you by another name, or forgets your name altogether.

when Sevika passes away, it will be quiet. it will be warm and peaceful and painless. you were sitting at the bedside, holding her hand, chatting to her in a low voice about little nothings. when she leans back and closes her eyes, as softly as if going to sleep, you know it is time. she has always slept with a scowl on her face, as if ready for danger even in sleep. but this time her brows are relaxed, a deep peace settling on her expression.

and there’ll be a great funeral ceremony for the Zaunite Councilor; the bridges will be decked in her colors and people from Zaun and Piltover alike crowd the streets to mourn her passing. she was one of the greatest leaders of the revolution the cities had ever known, and you take comfort in knowing her deeds will be remembered, her legacy cherished.

sometimes you walk through the rooms late at night, unable to sleep without the sound of her deep breathing, thinking of all the memories you shared with her. it feels sometimes that she has only gone away on one of her business trips and will come through the door at any moment, tall and strong, demanding in her low voice, “where’s my girl?” but you know she is at peace and that she passed knowing she was loved and valued. and you know it will not be too long before you will join her again, wherever she is now—far from the pain, but still close to you.

[wonkizz]

do you feel the same way i do about you? pt 2

성훈 x fmr genre: fluff warns: pet names, kissing, mentions of bad friendship/bad behavior, reader is implied to be shorter than sunghoon wc: 3.3k

note: i know some of you may have wanted more angst but im not an angst kinda person, sorry i hope y’all enjoy anyway!

Sunghoon has been agonizing for weeks since you ended your “friendship”. 

He knows he’s wrong, he’s been wrong all these years, indirectly treating you the way he did. 

When he told his friends about what happened, they berated him severely. 

“It’s on you to fix it,” Sunoo had said.

  He’s been effectively blocked on everything, having no way to contact you. Not to mention, you’ve been great at avoiding him.

He hasn’t caught a glimpse of you since that day.

All he wants is to fix things, but he knows that won’t happen unless he fixes his own behavior and thoughts first.

  He’s been talking to a school counselor. Someone who’s there to listen to him rant about how terribly he treated you and how bad he feels.

The counselor, being one to not take sides, at first commended him for recognizing his wrong behavior, but then reconfirmed his thoughts. 

  He was a bad friend to you, to put it plain and simple.

After talking to the therapist for a few hours, acknowledging how he was wrong, what he can do to change that behavior and how to talk to you, if you’ll even allow it, he knows what to do.

  He could go to your apartment, but there’s a slim if not no chance of you opening the door for him.

Instead, he’s chosen to write you a letter. 

  Sunghoon pours his heart into it, acknowledging all his wrongdoings and essentially begging for forgiveness. He knows he might not get it, but he has to take a chance.

You don’t know what to expect when you see an envelope addressed to you with Sunghoon’s name on it.

Your first thought is to throw it away. That would be the easy thing to do, but a part of you, a big part, wants to see what it is.

  As you sit on your couch, envelope in hand, you take a deep breath before opening it.

Inside is a letter, with Sunghoon’s messy handwriting that you used to get on him for.

  You start reading, anticipating.

  Dear Y/N, 

I know you may throw this letter away, but if you choose to read it, please read to the end.

I’m writing to you to apologize for everything.

Not just for what I said at the party, but for our entire time together.

  The way I treated you, from the beginning, is not how any friend should be treated. 

The reality is, we weren’t real friends. At least, not in my eyes. 

  To you, I was a friend. To me, you were someone who went along with my every word and whim. I liked the attention, I liked how you did whatever I wanted. I liked the fact that I was everything to you.

  I treated you terribly, that’s a fact. I never acknowledged your feelings and instead pushed them aside. I pressured you into situations you were uncomfortable with and never did the same for you. I never really embraced who you are. I chose to overlook you and never treat you with the same respect you gave me.

But the truth is Y/N, you’re a good person. Better than me in ways I might never understand. 

I did a lot of thinking and talking over the past couple of weeks without you. 

  I don’t deserve your forgiveness, nor do I deserve a chance to prove myself to you. But I’ve learned how wrong I was, and I want nothing more than to change that. 

Maybe I’ll never really make it up to you, but I want to try. 

If you choose to ignore this letter, I understand.

But maybe, if you feel like it’s in your best interest, we could try to be real friends. 

  I don’t want to say I miss you, without really knowing you. 

I want to know the real Y/N. 

The one who isn’t pressured to go to parties and be someone she’s not.

I want to know your favorite color. Your real hobbies, how you like spending your time.

  I want you to be able to come to me with secrets you’ve never told anyone. I want to be a real friend.

  If you’ve made it to the end of this letter, and you want to give me that chance, I’ll be here.

  I’m so sorry.

  Sunghoon.

  You can feel the tears falling from your eyes, dripping down your face, onto your thighs.

You weren’t expecting that. You thought at the very least, Sunghoon might try to apologize, but this was the last thing you’d expect from him.

  You take time to truly think about what you want, what’s best for you and your well-being.

Is it viable to give Sunghoon a chance?

Will he hurt you again in the long run? 

Part of you is saying yes, while the other says no.

  Night falls and you go to sleep, thinking about the very near future and what you’ll choose to do.

Sunghoon is sitting with his friends, when there’s a tap on his shoulder.

You’re standing there, holding tightly onto your bag strap.

He sits up so quickly, he almost falls.

  “Hi,” you say. 

Sunghoon gathers himself, “Hi.”

“Can we talk?”

He nods immediately, getting up to follow you to a quiet corner.

  He stands there, towering over you as you look up at him.

“I got your letter. I read it,” you say, playing with the ring on your finger.

“Okay. How do you feel?” He’s so nervous, he’s chewing his lip like he’s going to bite it off. 

“I feel…conflicted, if we’re being honest. Part of me wants to give you that chance, while the other is scared of being hurt again.

  Sunghoon nods, “I understand. You have to do what’s best for you. I can’t predict what will happen in the future, but I’d be an idiot to hurt you again.

I’m not going to pressure you into anything, I’m thankful you’re even talking to me.”

  You laugh a little bit, which sounds like music to Sunghoon’s ears.

“I want to give you a chance, Sunghoon. But you have to understand that if at any point I feel things aren’t working or you’re reverting to past behavior, I’m gone?”

  “I understand. I wouldn’t expect any less,” he responds. “Let’s start over. Hi, my name is Sunghoon,” he says, holding his hand out.

  You take it, shaking it and smiling up at him, “Hi, Sunghoon. I’m Y/N. I have class but I’ll text you, okay?”

  Sunghoon smiles, his fangs poking out, “I’ll look forward to it.”

  You leave and Sunghoon almost jumps for joy.

He knows he can’t mess this up and he doesn’t plan on it.

You end up texting him later that night, asking if he wants to hang out this upcoming weekend.

Sunghoon immediately responds, accepting eagerly.

  When the weekend comes, neither of you have class. You decide to meet up at a cafe on campus.

He’s already waiting for you by the time you arrive.

“Were you waiting long? You ask.

He shakes his head, “I just got here!”

  Sunghoon offers to pay, which you try to decline but he insists.

You order an iced white chocolate caramel macchiato while he orders an iced americano.

“Is that drink your favorite?” He asks.

  You nod, “I love it so much. It’s pretty sweet but I have a sweet tooth.”

Sunghoon told himself he’d remember everything about you, not wanting to look bored or make you think he’s not listening or interested.

  “How are your classes going?” He knows you’re a psych major, thankfully.

“They’re going well. We got to do a clinical at a psych facility recently.”

You talk for what feels like forever, and Sunghoon doesn’t miss a word you say. 

His attention is solely on you.

  You see it and you feel it, his eyes on you, even when you look away. 

You already like how this is going and just hope it stays this way. 

A week passes and you feel closer to Sunghoon than you even have. That day at the cafe solidified a good beginning for this new friendship. 

You and Sunghoon text everyday. You feel like you actually have a friend, someone who’s actually giving back what you give them.

  Today, Sunghoon invited you to a hangout at his friend Jay’s place. He knows you weren’t entirely comfortable the first time you met them, so he doesn’t pressure you to say yes.

  But, sometimes, things in life have to change. 

You decide to go, wanting to find more friends outside of Sunghoon, which he encouraged.

  Sunghoon picks you up at 8, and you’re there by 8:15.

Jay greets you both warmly at the door, as does everyone else when you step inside.

You sit in between Sunghoon and Jungwon as you all have dinner together, prepared lovingly by Jay.

  The boys all ask about you, and at one point, when you’re occupied with food in your mouth, Sunghoon answers for you.

Some might find it rude, but you find it endearing.

He’s truly trying, and that’s something you’ve always wanted. It might be the bare minimum, but it means everything to you.

  After dinner, you all decide on a movie to watch.

Choosing action, as you find romance movies to be boring, you watch intently, not relaxing Sunghoon has his eyes on you. 

  Sunghoon thinks you look beautiful. You’ve always been pretty, something he’s acknowledged in the past, but really looking at you, he thinks your beauty is one of a kind.

“Stop staring,” Jungwon whispers from beside him.

He wants to defend himself, but he can’t. “I can’t help it.” He whispers back.

  He thinks about before, when you admitted having feelings for him. It’s something neither of you have acknowledged since that day, but Sunghoon can’t help but think about it and feel bad.

Despite how he treated you, you still found a way to look at him in a good light, enough to catch feelings for him.

  Could he see himself with you? He’s not sure, but the thought lingers in his mind while he watches the movie.

  Late at night, he drives you home from Jay’s and walks you to your door to make sure you get in safely.

“I had a great time, Sunghoon,” you say, smiling up at him.

“I’m glad, I had a good time too. I’m happy you like them, they’re knuckleheads but they’re cool.”

You laugh, “I couldn’t agree more. I’ll text you tomorrow?”

He nods, “Sounds good.”

  As he lays in his own bed, his thoughts are full of you. 

Weeks pass and it’s safe to say that you and Sunghoon have fully rebuilt your friendship.

It feels real, genuine, in a way it didn’t before. 

You acknowledged the pain he caused you, but it has been taken over by the recent happiness because of him.

  You hate to say it, you thought you lost all feelings for him, but alas, you haven’t. 

You know it’s wrong, he doesn’t see you that way, even now, but you can’t help it.

The real Sunghoon, the kind and caring one, is more than you could ever want.

  On Sunghoon’s end, he’s been thinking about you more and more recently. It feels like he’s teetering on the edge of having romantic feelings for you. 

He feels like he wants to admit it to himself, but at the same he’s scared. What if it’s just in his head? What if they’re not really romantic and he’s setting you up to get hurt by him again.

  What should he do? Should he be honest?

  He decides to go to the counselor again, hoping he can help him sort out his feelings.

The counselor, Mr. Shin, is very understanding of Sunghoon’s dilemma.

“You feel like you might have romantic feelings, but don’t want to hurt her if they’re not. It’s completely understandable, Sunghoon. Navigating romantic feelings can be hard. I feel like your best option is to be honest with her about what you’re feeling and see how she reacts to that.”

  Taking Mr. Shin’s advice, he asks to meet you at your apartment. It feels better doing it in a private setting than a public one. 

  “What’s up?” You ask, having gotten him a bottle of water while he sat on your couch.

  “I have something to talk to you about.”

Your brow raises in confusion, “Okay?”

He faces you, “I've been having thoughts recently, pertaining to you. I’m confused and my counselor who I talked to told me to be honest.”

  You start to get nervous, not expecting him to be so serious, “What kind of thoughts?”

Sunghoon takes a deep breath, “Romantic ones? At least, they feel romantic. But I haven’t been with someone in a long time and I don’t know how to dictate if my feelings are real or not. I don’t wanna hurt you again.”

  You’re surprised, this was the last thing you expected.

“This isn’t like, out of pity is it, because of what I said?”

Sunghoon shakes his head vigorously, “No! It’s nothing like that. My feelings are genuine, I just don’t know if they’re really, truly romantic. I…I don’t know what to do.”

  “Well,” you take a deep breath of your own, “what do you think about?”

  Sunghoon relaxes a little bit, you don’t seem to be upset. “I think about your smile. How bright it is and how much I smile thinking about it. I think about the fact that you’re so smart, it’s like talking to a dictionary in a good way.

 I like how passionate you are, especially about the things you love. Psychology for one. Your love for the food network is another. Everytime you ramble, you apologize but I don’t think there’s anything to apologize for. I like hearing you talk.”

  He continues, “I like the fact that you are so open-minded. Where others would close off or reject something, you’re always supportive. I think I like everything about you, Y/N. I just like you.”

  You don’t say anything for a moment, and Sunghoon is worried he’s made you upset, but instead you start laughing. 

  “That’s all very sweet Sunghoon. And I’m glad you were honest with me. I like you a lot, too. But if you’re not sure about your feelings, we could go on a few dates? If you see something for us romantically in the future, fine. If you don’t, that’s okay, I won’t be upset.”

  “Are you sure?”

You nod, “If things don’t work out that way, we can stay friends, no hard feelings. I’m okay just being your friend.”

  Sunghoon leaves that night feeling relieved.

The next day, you set up a date to go out. 

Sunghoon tells you he wants to plan it, telling you just to dress sophisticatedly. 

You’re inclined to tell him not to go all out, you don’t need a super fancy first date, but you decide against it. 

  If he wants to, you’ll let him.

By the end of the week, you’re dressed and ready for Sunghoon to pick you up.

The three knocks on your door tell you it’s him.

You open it and almost groan at how good he looks. 

  He’s dressed in black and white. White dress shirt, black blazer and slacks. Nice dress shoes. 

You had to buy a dress for yourself, choosing a red v-neck dress that covers enough but shows off your body in the right way. 

  Sunghoon is just staring at you in awe.

“You look amazing,” he finally says.

“Thank you. You look amazing yourself.”

You lock your door and he takes your hand, leading you to his car where he opens the door for you. Typical gentleman. 

  The drive to the restaurant, you assume it’s a restaurant, is short? Should you call it that? You arrived after half an hour.

The place looks fancy and you just pray you don’t embarrass yourself.

Sunghoon leads you inside, hand in yours, as the host leads you to your table.

It’s in a quiet part of the restaurant, not in the back but not dead center either.

  When you’re given the menu, your eyes almost bulge out of your head. 

A steak costs 30 dollars. 30 fucking dollars.

“Are you crazy?” You whisper to Sunghoon who sits across from you. 

He looks up in shock, “What’s wrong?”

“A steak is 30 dollars! A bowl of pasta is 20, why would you spend your money on that?”

  He smiles, “Aw, you’re worried about me spending my money. Don’t worry about it, I can afford it.”

You tilt your head, “Even so, you really didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. Please let me,” he says with a slight pout. Damn him. 

You sit back, “Fine, but I’m not getting anything too expensive.”

  “I can deal with that. But you better not get a damn salad.”

You huff, “Fine.”

You end up ordering a bowl of carbonara while Sunghoon gets a rib-eye.

  The food comes quickly, and you use two of the napkins to keep your dress protected. Not that you’re a messy eater, but you never know when it comes to sauce. 

You both take your time eating, talking about recent school work and classes. 

“We did another clinical at a different facility, it was..should I say validating? It’s just really proven to me that this is what I want to do with my future.”

  Sunghoon nods while you talk, “I’m glad you’ve found something you truly love. It’s hard sometimes, but you’re the most passionate person I know. Whoever’s psychologist you become in the future will be able to trust you 100%.”

  You smile, “Thanks for saying that.”

“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.”

You ask Sunghoon about himself and you end up going back and forth the entire night.

It was perfect, at least to you. 

You’ve been on very, very few first dates. This was the best and you tell Sunghoon that.

  “I’m glad I could make you happy, pretty.”

Pretty? That’s new. And it makes you ecstatic.

  The next few days consist of you and Sunghoon hanging out almost everyday. Some days, you call them “impromptu dates” just doing something at your apartment or his.

You introduce him to your favorite competition shows on the food network and soon, you’ve gotten him immersed in them as well.

  You feel yourself fall for him more and more everyday. 

It’s like he’s tugging a string on your heart that brings you close to him.

For Sunghoon, he’s never felt this way about someone before. Someone he’s felt so connected to. 

If he wasn’t sure of his feelings before, he’s certain now.

  You’re hanging out in his apartment, comfy in sweats and a t-shirt, Sunghoon donning the same.

He made ramen that you’re both shamelessly slurping up.

“I like you, a lot,” he says out of the blue.

You turn to him, mid-slurp and he starts to laugh. 

“Stop,” you whine after swallowing your mouthful.

“You looked like a deer caught in headlights, if deers ate ramen.”

You put your bowl down with one hand, the other pushing his chest as he laughs. 

  “But I mean it, Y/N. I like you so much.”

He’s serious now and you look into his starry eyes. 

“I like you too, Sunghoon. I’d say these past few weeks have been the best of my life.”

You stare at one another before he leans in, capturing your lips in his.

  Your hands find his shoulders as his cradle your waist. 

He pulls you closer to him, caressing your exposed skin.

Your lips move together like butter, soft and smooth.

When you pull away, he chases your lips, making you giggle. 

“Someone’s eager,” you whisper, his face still close to yours.

“You have no idea.”

Safe to say, you don’t sleep that night. 

WONKIZZ 2025

[taintedcigs]

congrats on 1k babes!! you deserve it and more<3

𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒- with the prompt “You have a soft spot for me, don’t you?” “I don’t.” “You answered too quickly for that to be the truth.” from the prompt list with best friend eddie who is a lil mean n scary to everyone but you?

soft spot

pairing: eddie munson x reader

word count: 2.1k+

warnings: nothing rlly, just some tooth-aching fluff! a little kiss, and VV cheesy!

a/n: IM SO SORRY IGOT SO CARRIED AWAY JESUS and ahhh thank you sm baby!! I LOVE THIS REQUEST SM AHH HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE <33 also i hate this sm the ending of this as always ok im sorry im so bad at endings >:(

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Eddie had been in a sulking mood all day, first it started with his car stereo breaking down in the middle of his ride to school, he cursed as he tried to bump it a few times, but it didn't help.

Then, his hell-ish day got worse when he got to the cafeteria and a freshman bumped into him, spilling his food all over Eddie's favorite band shirt.

Eddie cursed at that, and his jaws clenched as he turned to the freshman in front of him, the boy looked back at Eddie horrified and he immediately mumbled apologies to him.

"You little shit-" Eddie started with his fist at his side but then your appearance interrupted him.

You knew everyone thought of Eddie as this mean and scary freak who played a satanist game, but you knew deep down that Eddie was nothing like that.

Eddie was kind, he was generous, he was nice, well at least that's what all he was to you. You didn't push him away and discard him as a scary freak when you first saw him, you didn't judge him like others did, and you insulted back everyone that attempted to insult Eddie, granted, he thought he didn't need your protection, but just because you stood by his side meant a lot to him.

That's why he had a soft spot for you, a weakness, something that he rarely gave others because no one did what you did.

He was enamored with you, no matter what you did, and even more so now when you stopped him from cursing out a freshman for an innocent mistake, and quickly defused the situation.

"I'll help you clean up, Eds." Your soft voice spoke as you gave him a warm smile, you took his fisted hand, and it eased just as with your touch, Eddie's hand gently held onto yours, you intertwined your fingers with his, giving it a firm squeeze.

Eddie's cold gaze had warmed up now, and his face eased at your presence, as dumbfounded as ever, "O-okay." He stuttered. He knew everything would be okay when you were there.

When you hurried him to the bathroom, you got wet wipes out of your bag as you attempted to scrub away the stain of spaghetti sauce.

"You're not having a good day, huh?" You asked, pouting your lips sympathetically, and Eddie nodded quickly, he loved how you immediately understood him, just his gaze alone being able to teach you a new language.

"Kinda having the worst day, actually." He attempted a slight smirk, and you gave him another smile, still working to get the scrub off, but all Eddie could see was your soft eyes and determined gaze. You looked so adorable when trying to help him.

With a few agonizing scrubs, you look up at him when you manage to get rid of the stain, a warm smile present on your face. "All done!" You exclaim excitedly and Eddie can't help the grin his lips twitch into because of how adorable you are.

"You seem all sunshines and rainbows today." He adds, nudging your shoulder lightly and you giggle, nodding.

"Well, I have a date today!" You excitedly spoke but Eddie's entire world almost dramatically shattered, that was the third worst thing that happened to Eddie today, and this one hurt him the most. With anxiety filled inside of his body, he started twisting his rings uncomfortably.

"Oh... a date?" He asked, trying to hide his disappointment, but he couldn't when his face fell almost immediately at the mention of a date, and his lips returned to a tight-lipped smile.

He couldn't help when his jaw clenched because some asshole was going to go on a date with you, not him.

He knew he had no right to be jealous, you weren't dating him, but you were perfect, so perfect, that he knew it was no surprise that other people wanted to date you, ones who were not a coward like him, and managed to ask you out.

But he felt stupid, he felt so stupid for not having the courage to tell you how much you meant to him, so instead, he's left to sulk the rest of the day, too.

Eddie can feel his mouth get dried up when you mention how excited you're for this date, he can feel his breath quicken, he doesn't think he can handle this conversation anymore.

"I'm really happy for you, honey." He lets out through his unamused lips, "I gotta go, so uh, I'll see you around?" He lets out in a disappointed voice as he turns around and sprints out, leaving you confused.

And he feels bad, he feels bad for not being happy for you, but he doesn't know how he's supposed to be happy to see you with someone else, he swallows down all his insecurities and ignores you calling out for his name, ready to skip the rest of the day and go home.

When he does come home he is miserable, he spends hours trying to distract himself, leg fidgeting as he debates whether to call you or not. He knows he's been an ass to you for no reason when you helped him.

His hand itches to pick up the phone, but when his debate is still going on in his head, the phone ringing startles him, and he's quick to pick it up.

"Hello?" He asks out hopeful that it might be you, but still nonchalant enough that as if he hadn't spent the whole day waiting by the phone to call you.

"Hi." Your voice is sour, and it sounds like it's almost cracking, Eddie's heart drops when he hears it.

"Sweetheart?" He speaks up, his voice laced with gentleness and you can't help it when your heart skips a beat to his nicknames.

"What happened?" He asks, his stomach churning when he hears you sniffle.

"It-it's stupid..." You murmur, but he reassures you quickly. "No... if you're upset about it then it isn't stupid, okay? You can tell me everything, honey." You can't help but smile at his words as you nod.

"I just had a really bad day..." You sighed. "First, I did something to upset you and you got mad at me I don't even know what I did and- and you got really upset which means I must have done something so bad because you never ever get upset with me-" Your rambling was quicker than Eddie could comprehend and now his guiltiness had returned when you sounded so upset.

"Take a breath, sweetheart." He encouraged you and you did, heaving a breath, as you continued.

"and then... The guy I had a date with... he bailed on me last minute." You sniffle, and Eddie's jaw clenched at the information.

He rolled his tongue inside of his mouth, annoyed as he attempted to contain his anger for the asshole who did not deserve any second of your time.

"I'll call you back." Eddie says unexpectedly, and you furrow your brows, "What?" You question, but before you can get an answer Eddie shuts the phone, and you huff at his behavior.

"Eddie, are you serious?" You ask groaning before shutting the phone to its place, getting annoyed.

You spent the next hour waiting for Eddie call you but also getting annoyed by him suddenly shutting you out.

When the door bell rang you stomped your feet dragging yourself, opening the door slowly.

Your eyes widen at the sight of you, out of breath, carrying a box in his hands, as his messy curls fall over his head, there stands Eddie, a small smirk on his lips. "Hi." He breathes out, and you can't help it when your anger washes away and you almost melt at his actions.

"Eddie?" You can't help the smile on your lips, and you can't help it when you realize how much Eddie cares about you.

You take the box from his hands, immediately recognizing it and squealing, "Double chocolate?" You ask with the biggest smile on your face, your heartwarming at his gesture.

"Yep." He grins, his hands gently give your shoulder a squeeze, and you raise a brow, "But how did you find them? The closest bakery that has double chocolate chip is 30 minutes away-"

"20 minutes if you go really fast." He grins at you, and your gaze is fixed on him, you look at him in such awe that Eddie decides he'd buy you those cookies every day if it meant you would look at him like that.

"That's why I was a bit late." He gives you a slight smirk, gesturing with his hands.

You're speechless, the mean and scary Eddie everyone is afraid of is now at your door, with your favorite cookies in his hand, as he's trying his best to cheer you up.

"You really would do all that for me?" You're stunned, and Eddie's heart skips a beat. "Yeah- yes." I would do anything for you, he means to say but he doesn't. He clears his throat, trying to seem nonchalant, but you see right over his act.

Eddie cares about you, he really fucking cares about you.

"You have a soft spot for me, don't you?" You ask, a smirk lingering on your lips and you narrow your eyes softly, Eddie huffs at that first, as if it's insulting.

"No!" He answers quickly, too quickly. “You answered too quickly for that to be the truth." You add, and Eddie can't disagree with you, so he changes the topic.

"I- I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry how I acted today, I had a bad day too, and it wasn't fair for me to just shut you out like that." His gaze was fixed on the ground now, he felt embarrassed.

"It's fine, I get it, Eds." You offer him a smile, and he looks up at you.

"What I don't get is, you could've said sorry, without getting me those cookies, which means, you have a weak spot for meee." You dragged out the end, giggling which caused Eddie to sigh weakly.

"Will you stop saying that!" He asked, seriously, but his lips were twitching to quirk into a smile because of how cute you looked.

"Come on, admit it!" You nudged him lightly as you took a bite of the cookie, over-exaggerating the way you eat the cookie.

"You're ridiculous." He scoffed as he dug into a cookie, biting harshly as he gave you a serious gaze.

"Just admit you have a soft spot for me." You giggled again but he shook his head.

"C'mon Eds! I know you care about me!" You tapped slightly on his shoulder and he groaned.

"Yes! Of course, I have a soft spot for you!" He exclaimed, his breathing heavy, he had never let anyone get this close to him, and there you were breaking all of his walls, and he was scared.

"I mean shit, I fucking care about you, honey, so fucking much that it scares me." His voice is timid as he's avoiding your gaze, you pout at him.

"I care about you too, of course Eds-" He shakes his head, interrupting, "No you don't get it, fuck- I care about you so much, so fucking much that it physically hurt me when you said you had a date!" His jaw was clenched again but it felt good to get his feelings out, you always made him feel comfortable.

"And that's why I acted so cold and left, because I didn't want you to find out." He murmured, "And that is why I was happy that you didn't give me that asshole's name because if I knew who he was I would've knocked his door down and beat him to pulp." He continued his ramble, his fist clenched at his side again.

"What, what are you implying?" You gulped nervously, you couldn't believe what Eddie was insinuating, you had always assumed the metalhead just tolerated you, you always wanted more with him, but it didn't seem like he reciprocated the feelings you harbored, but now, with this gesture, you remembered all the times Eddie had a soft spot for you, that's why you couldn't help but want those three words to come out of his lips.

"I'm saying I like you, sweetheart." He faced you now, studying your face, your plump lips turned into a grin, and you couldn't help it when you crashed your lips into his. You grabbed onto the front of his band shirt causing him to groan softly into your mouth.

Then, Eddie placed his hands on your hips, pulling you harshly towards him. You can feel your knees shaking at his sudden movements, and you feel as if you might crumple at his feet at any minute.

You pulled away slowly, while Eddie was still blinking to process what the hell just happened.

"Told you, you had a soft spot for me." You whispered, giggling and Eddie rolled his eyes playfully.

"How could I not, honey?"

[mintsv]

haunted house w/ gunwook !! ⁺ ☁⋆

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bf!park gunwook x gn!reader

synopsis : scenarios / imagines / drabbles or whatever on being in a haunted house with bf!gunwook, very fluffy and just very domestic fluff no angst 🙏

wc : 0.5k i think

-> note : idk what to call this but this is my first time doing these bcs im currently going through a gunwook phase, i hope you like it :)

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the moment you and gunwook enter, you were already on the verge of pissing your pants. gunwook noticed how you were basically as still as a stick so he held your hand, rubbing his thumbs on the back of it to reassure you that he was there.

"It's okay none of it is real y/n, besides you have me, i'll protect you." he would say a bunch of encouraging words but deep inside he was as giddy as a little kid and he found you adorable when you get scared and instinctively clutch onto him like a koala.

this is pretty obvious but since gunwook is GIANT i feel like he would try his best to protect you from the 'ghosts' since he doesn't get scared easily he'd giggle a bit at you but he wouldn't actually judge you for it he just thinks you're adorable.

gunwook would get SOOO much butterflies the moment you hold onto his bicep or hide your face in his back whenever you were scared, it'll just give him that slight ego boost and the feeling of you being really close and touchy with him made his heart beat 10x quicker, eventually he'd forget all about the ghosts.

of course the entire time your hands were either intertwined or there was never more than 5 meter distance between the two of you, it looked like you two were literally stuck like super glue and i bet the person in the cctv room was bawling their eyes out.

gunwook's smile would NOT leave his face the entire 30 minutes you were in there, everything you did made him starstruck even though you were literally scared shitless.

at one point the two of you had to split to solve a certain puzzle, gunwook solved it first and waited for you. the moment you finally cracked it, you ran towards gunwook and hugged him real tight.

"i missed you, i thought i was gonna die there." you mumble into his chest to which he responds with another giggle, he doesn't complain though and he hugs you back and you guys took a solid 2 minutes just hugging before the instructor told you to start moving again.

after what felt like agonizing hours for you, both of you finally reached the end. you let out a big sigh, leaning your head onto gunwook's shoulder while your hands were still intertwined

"can we never do that again, i don't think i can sleep today." you look up at him and gunwook couldn't help but grin widely again and he was sure his cheekbones were gonna ache after all the smiling he did.

"what about we watch a movie at my place? Barbie?" your eyes lit up for the first time after 30 minutes in the haunted house. gunwook took that as a yes and began walking, occasionally swaying your hands back and forth.

while binge watching barbie, you had completely forgotten about the prior events cause you were too busy cuddling with gunwook as the faint sound of barbies talking started to fade and you end up falling asleep in gunwook's arms.

-> again this is my first time i apologize if it's not very good ;)

[christiannerd]

IBS is a disability

TW for discussion/vent about how a disability affects me, and mention of having to hide pain

Disclaimer: I am new to Tumblr, and have yet to watch an etiquette video. If I have accidentally said or done anything I wasn't supposed to, it was entirely unintentional, and I deeply apologize. I will correct it as soon as I am made aware.

Warning: long post ahead (under the cut)

IBS should be considered a disability. I know a bunch of people in the disabled community online already consider it one, but legally it's not considered one.

Sure, im still able to have a job and do my school work, but that doesn't mean it doesn't make those things harder than it would be for someone who's digestive system isn't a mine field.

What happens when I have a flare-up at work? Which, by the way, has happened before. I can't just take a 2 hour bathroom break in the middle of my 8 hour shift! So I just stand there. in pain. ignoring the pain. keeping that customer-service smile on my face so the customers don't notice I'm in pain.

One time (before I had my meds, so the pain was a lot worse back then too) I was working a shift and my boss stationed me in the elevator. Literally the most useless job I could have been given, I was just there to press the buttons for customers. (I had a more important role at one specific spot in the shift, but that lasted like 5 minutes). I had a flareup towards the beginning of that shift. I could tell this was going to be a multi-hour bathroom visit, so I couldn't do anything about it until I got off work. I was in so much pain that I just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. But of course, I couldn't do that. I had to stand there, and smile, and keep working. So not only was I having to smile through the judgemental stares and comments bc I was being paid to press elevator buttons, but I had to ignore being in agonizing physical pain as well.

Its not that my IBS stops me from having a job, but it probably effects my performance at my job. Who can focus in that much pain? Sure that day focus wasn't really an issue bc I was just pressing elevator buttons, but in any other position it would have been a major problem. And if I dealt with the problem to make the pain go away, I'd lose several hours of work, on a consistent basis, and probably be fired for it.

And as far as school, hygine, and social life goes, I lose several hours out of my day, every day, to being stuck in the bathroom trying desperately to make the pain go away. You think that doesn't effect my ability to find time for homework? You think that doesn't effect my ability to make it to class? You think that doesn't effect my ability to take care of my body in other ways?

I very often have to choose between going to class or taking a shower, because the time I was suppose to be in the shower, I was on the toilet. I often have to choose between getting my homework done, and spending time with friends, because the time I was supposed to be doing homework, I was stuck in the bathroom. I know homework vs social life is a common time balancing problem for students, but for most people it's "less time with friends to get the homework done", but for me it's very often "no time with friends to get the homework done". It's so isolating. If I didn't see these people at church, and at club meetings, I'd probably never get to see them. (and yes, I have missed or been late to those bc of my IBS as well)

My IBS has kept me up until the middle of the night before. It's made me miss class. It's made me late to things. It's made me miss exams! (Thank goodness my professors were understanding enough to let me take it another time).

The only ways I can manage my IBS is by taking meds, and/or severely restricting my diet. My pills help me be able to avoid some of the pain from eating food, but like any disability aid, it doesn't help 100%. Without my meds, most vegetables are completely out of the question. So is a long list of fruits, and so many other things. Even tea hurts me! Coffee too! Meds help, but I'm still in pain. Less pain, but still pain. And im still spending hours in the bathroom. 1-2 hours at a time, instead of 3-4, but it's still countable in terms of hours.

This is a lifelong condition that I was born with. If any other part of my body was effecting me this way, no one would doubt that I'm disabled. Heck, this effects me more than some of the recognized disabilities that I have! How is this not a disability?

[k666-ya]

Ashes of Cybertron

Hi hey helloo, haven't posted on here in forever but it's wtv. This is a little project of mine that I'm working on (essentially what it is, is a rewrite/fan continuity inspired by the Aligned continuity). I haven't written anything for this in quite a while but wanted to share the first chapter anyways :D Chapter warnings include character injury, allusions to violence, potential derealization/dissociation (i think) Word count: 2781

There was a ringing in his audials. 

An uncomfortable feeling encompassed his entire body, his chassis feeling uncomfortably tight. It didn’t make sense, though. He shouldn’t be feeling like the world has collapsed on him, pressing down against his chestplates and rendering his legs useless. 

A shouting voice broke through the static in his audials, and Orion groaned soundlessly in pain. It ached, and his overwhelmed processor couldn’t handle that much more. An agonizing feeling made itself known right at the base of his spinal strut, spreading through his hydraulics and hip joints. It forced out another groan, this one louder and at a higher pitch than his previous cry. 

Someone must’ve heard it, as urgent steps made their way over to him. He still couldn’t get his optics to focus on anything, everything in his sight was blurry. A servo entered his field of vision, brushing lightly over his cheek. “-ime? Can you.. –ar me?” The voice cut in and out through the haze in his audials. Orion gave a nod, so small he worried the bot wouldn’t see it. It seemed that they did, if the relieved sigh was anything to go by. “Can you move? Wait no, that’s a dumb question to ask since you’re technically still pinned down. Unless your legs aren't in as bad of a shape as they look? But that would be dumb, and would surely land one of us a scolding by the medics. Apologies–” The bot cut themselves off as they noticed Orion’s growing panic.

“Hey, hey calm down. You’re fine, I promise. It’s just a support pillar that had crumbled over your legs, but it hasn’t done any extensive damage from what I’ve checked, I did try to remove most of the debris that had fallen over you. Ratchet’s going to fix you right up, as soon as we get out of here.” It did little to soothe the anxiety gnawing at Orion’s spark, but he appreciated the effort nonetheless. 

The ground shook suddenly, dust falling from the damaged ceiling above them. Orion bit back another sound of pain at the vibrations making their way through his injured frame. The bot who he now could see more clearly, was crouched down in front of him, the Elite Guard insignia visible on their chestplates. Oh, right, he was supposed to meet with them and the Council to discuss something regarding—

Wait, the Council! Frag, how could he have forgotten?! 

“Uh, Sir? Forgive me if I appear out of line, but is everything alright? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” The youngling muttered carefully, afraid to cross some boundary Orion hadn't set. He coughed as he reset his vocalizer. “Yes, my apologies. What exactly happened?” Orion croaked out, watching with growing apprehension as the mech’s faceplates shifted into a frown. “You don’t remember, sir? We were ambushed by the Decepticons during the meeting with the High Council.” They paused as they glanced over at Orion with something unreadable in their optics.

“We managed to move you out of the building before any major damage had been inflicted upon the Citadel, but unfortunately the Primal Basilica was also under heavy fire. We’re currently waiting for reinforcements to ensure we can get you to safety.” Orion offlined his optics for a moment, collecting his shambled thoughts before glancing at the mech again. “Alright, thank you…” He trailed off, realizing he didn’t even know the scout’s name.

The youngling seemed to realize the same thing, as they suddenly perked up with giddy embarrassment. “Oh, right! The name’s Windsweeper, sir! I was one of the guards who was assigned to escort you to Polyhex about three orbital cycles from now.” 

“Well, thank you, Windsweeper. For keeping me company and ensuring I am alright.” Orion said with all the gentle affection he could muster at the moment, noticing how the cadet puffed up in delight from his words. “Of course, sir! Just doing my job.” They laughed, wings flicking with mild embarrassment at being acknowledged. They halted as their comms beeped, signaling an incoming message. “I’m sorry, one moment.” They hastily muttered before opening up the comm link. 

Orion listened with mild interest as the scout spoke, figuring out that the reinforcements were almost there. At least that is how it appeared to be until Windsweeper cursed, the static audible even to Orion’s audials. The youngling didn’t say anything to him after the link was closed again, seeming rather interested in the floor before their pedes. The ground rumbled again, this time with the ceiling shaking dangerously, the slightest bits of debris falling around and on them. 

“Slag–” Windsweeper cursed again, a servo brushing off the bits that had fallen on their shoulder pauldrons. “The others are here in just a few moments, I’m sure of it. We’ll get you out and patched up, Prime.”

Orion could only hope so, as the world started fading into black. ______________________________________________________________

Angry steps thundered through the hallway, followed by the sound of sprinting.

“Megatronus! Please, can’t we talk about this?” The clerk shouted pleadingly, chasing after his friend. He stared at the broad back turned to him, now having come to a stop as Orion heaved. “What is there to talk about, Optimus?” the gladiator all but growled, blazing red optics glaring at the archivist over his shoulder. “Would you prefer to talk about how you set out to usurp the title of Prime from me, or rather of how you used me for your gain?” 

“I didn’t want this title, Megatron, nor did I usurp it from you! I didn’t use you just get a chance to speak with the Council, I simply don’t believe that you had the right approach–”

Orion grunted as he was slammed into the wall, a giant servo on his chest pinning him down. Megatron loomed over him, optics lit aflame with fury. “I didn’t have the right approach?! The Council wouldn’t have heeded my words otherwise! I haven’t risked my life, my existence, for this cause simply for you to tell me I should have approached the Council differently.” His words were vehement, almost dripping with the saturated rage that was all the more present in Megatron’s voice. 

“The Council would not have listened had I not threatened them. The Senators would simply look down upon me and my brothers as vermin. The Gladiators of Kaon, lowest of the low. I had to get my point across, be it through protests or a call for action,” he continued, now having eased the pressure on Orion’s chestplates. but still adamant about not letting the archivist go. “And you, brother, should’ve been the one to encourage me the most.”

The gladiator dropped down to his knees in front of the new Prime, looking up at the wide optics right above him. The shattered look in them made him want to tuck the smaller mech against his frame in protection, to ensure no hurt would befall his beloved. But the rage he felt was stamping the protective protocols down into submission.

He reached out to Orion who, after a moment’s hesitation, held the offered servo in his. “Dearspark,” Megatron began. “You betrayed me today. You betrayed us all. You know as well as I do that peace has no place in a revolution and Cybertron does need a revolution.” The wide optics widened further, emphasizing the hurt the Prime felt, before narrowing in uneasiness. 

“No. No, Megatron, you betray yourself. You talk of war, of violence as if it is justice. You would have this planet tear itself apart, and then you could reshape it as you see fit.” The archivist rose up to his full height, sudden and fierce determination blazing in his optics with a ferocity Megatron has come to admire. “You have always told me that freedom is the right of all sentient beings, but what you seek is tyranny. I believe you want the best for Cybertron, I really do, but there is no peace through tyranny. There will only be misery, resentment and heartbreak as the result of your ways. I cannot allow that. I cannot.”

With anger so unusual for the usually timid clerk, Orion pulled himself out of Megatron’s hold. He cradled the gladiator’s helm in his palms, helmcrest leaning against the gladiator. Megatron was caught in the righteous fury that had only ever been directed towards their opposition. Until now.

“I always vowed that I would follow you to the ends of the universe, my dearest spark, but I cannot do that if violence is the only language you are willing to speak. I cannot allow you to lead our planet down that path, I’m sorry.”

The Prime sighed, a shaky and watery sound. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, in-vents just a bit too unsteady. Pressed close to the Prime like this, Megatron could see the coolant pooling in those captivating optics. “I'm so sorry,” Orion whispered, so sincere and honest. His servos shook minutely from where they were holding Megatron’s helm. That same touch would soon be turned into a vicious, cold bite of an enemy if Megatron couldn't convince him.  

He wishes he could say it isn't the archivist's fault that they have come to this, but he can't bring himself to lie. Orion betrayed their cause the moment that he was granted the title of Prime, and the moment that he reluctantly accepted it. The closest a Cybertronian can come to Primus, their Creator. A symbol of hope, prosperity and peace. The Lifegiver, in some versions of ancient texts. The title which was supposed to be Megatron’s.

“I know.” The Champion settles for instead, equally as quiet as the Prime's apology. “It isn't too late for you to join me. We could still achieve our goal, and thus fight for the same cause. Although I assume it isn't likely. You'll return to your Autobots just as I will return to my Decepticons.” 

The Prime nodded. “You are right to assume that. It seems as though our cause has split into two, just like the followers of what we believe in. I cannot allow violence to guide those who follow me. That is what sets us apart, Megatron.” The coolant spilled over, silently making its way down the silver faceplates. Clawed servos wiped the tears away with surprising gentleness, and the Prime leaned into the offered touch. “I wish it did not have to turn out this way.” Orion muttered, optics dimming with sorrow. Megatron felt his expression twist into a similar state of regret and sadness as Orion's. He sighed, before standing up from his crouched position. 

The brief panic that flickered across Orion’s face didn't go unnoticed by the gladiator, but he found it best not to say anything. Instead he drew the archivist into a fierce embrace, tucking the slighter frame against his chassis as his servos settled around the mech's waist. Orion immediately tucked himself closer, grasping almost desperately at the plated armor on his back with his helm resting against a spiked shoulder pauldron. 

“Can I spend this night cycle with you? Just.. one more time, before all of this ends up bigger than us both. Will you allow me that?” 

The gladiator isn't surprised at the question. His spark cries out, pleads for him to say yes. He wants to decline, oh how he wants to say no. But he can't bring himself to crush the already shattered bond between them any further. “Yes, of course. I doubt it would do us any good to spend it apart.” He mutters against the blue helm, cradling the archivist, memorizing the feel of the slighter frame in his embrace before it too will turn to something from a previous life.

“Thank you.” Orion whispers against his chest, right above his spark chamber. He pretends he can't feel the coolant dripping onto his chassis, just like how the clerk pretends he doesn't hear the hitched breaths next to his audial. 

Pressing himself closer– as close as he can, Orion lets himself melt into the comforting hold of his lover. 

–because he knows this is the last time they'll hold each other. No matter the outcome, they will go their separate ways. No matter the outcome, they will not let themselves linger a moment longer than necessary.

“I love you, more than anything. I always will.” The Prime admits against the broad chest. He hears the gladiator suppress his sniffles and reset his vocalizer before answering.

“I love you too, my dearest. Through this life and the next.”

______________________________________________________________

“Orion, are you absolutely certain you’re up for it?”

Orion had to hold himself back from snapping at Ratchet. He knew the medic meant well, and that he was simply concerned whether or not Orion could handle the sudden meeting he had been called to attend, especially how things had turned out the last time he had anything to do with the Council. But this was his duty now, as Prime.

Prime. 

The title still felt more like a verdict rather than something he had achieved, and he knew others didn’t take his position seriously. He had seen the way the Senators had looked at him, all calculating and trying to figure out how a mech like him of all bots had been granted the title. He was but a mere archivist working under Alpha Trion, who was the only bot Orion could consider a tie to the political part of Cybertron’s society.

So was Megatronus, a treacherous part of him chided. Before the meeting with the High Council, when their worries were simply of the Gild and their approach to the rallying lower castes. 

“I’m certain, Ratchet. I have to be present. As the Prime, it’s a part of my duty to ensure we have the ties we need if we wish to meet the demands of the Decepticons. It would also assure our troops that Iacon isn’t the only major city under Autobot command.” Orion remarked kindly, watching fondly as Ratchet scurried around in the medbay. “Yes, yes of course. I’m not diminishing your duty as Prime, but still, you can’t blame an old bot for being concerned.” The medic chimed, waving the wrench in his hand as he spoke. “You make it sound as if you’re ancient.” The Prime chuckled, smiling brightly at Ratchet. 

“Well looking after you certainly does feel like looking after a sparkling, on occasion. I’m bound to feel old because of you.” Ratched snarked playfully, swatting the back of the Prime’s helm. Orion laughed before gasping in mock offense. “You dare speak of your Prime in such a manner? Aren’t you crude?” He could barely get the words out without erupting into a fit of giggles, made even worse with Ratchet swatting at him again. 

He swung his arms at the medic, trying to push him away to little avail. Ratchet gave an affectionate pat to his helm before stepping away  allowing the Prime to calm down. He coughed suddenly, embarrassment tangible in his field. Orion just smiled, and let himself lean back on his hands against one of the med berths. 

Even with the little moment that eased the tightness in Orion’s spark, his thoughts still drifted to the upcoming meeting. It would be the first one he’d attend as Prime, and the worry that something would go awry was gnawing at his processor again. The Prime didn’t realize his field had communicated his anxieties so openly until the medic stepped close again, this time with a worried glint in his gaze. 

“What’s on your mind, kid? Something’s worrying you.”

Orion frowned, finials drooping slightly. “I– I'm just worried over the meeting. There is something that feels… off about it.” He sighed, flicking his finials in annoyance. Ratchet hummed, offering wordless reassurance to Orion. Reaching into his subspace, the Prime pulled out one of the datapads containing what would be discussed with the Senators and Commander of the Elite Guard. 

Well, better get to reading, Orion supposed.

______________________________________________________________

“–frag, someone get him stable, now!”

“–losing more energon than we tho–”

A multitude of voices were yelling, but he couldn’t remember why. The lights overhead flickered in a way that left Orion’s processor spinning. They winked at him, beckoning him to succumb to the ache in his frame.

“Prime? Slag, someone give me the energon drip–”

A consistent beeping was heard from somewhere to his left, but it only amplified the cacophony in his audials. The lights winked at him again, almost like the stars whispering ‘come home, child of Primus’. 

That’s the last thought that made its way through Orion’s head before he succumbed to the darkness.

(The Ao3 link is available here in case anyone's interested :D)

[godblooded]

i can’t believe i have to discuss communication for the thousandth time but i have to discuss communication for the thousandth time. if a person im’s you continuously when you write together, it’s them being engaged in your dynamic. which isn’t actually a sin, it’s pretty normal if you’re a neurodivergent individual who just has hobbies and enjoyments. taking every message you get insanely personally is… ridiculous. the amount of non communication that goes on around here, and i don’t mean when a genuine issue is in question, i mean shit like taking someone’s message and applying your own feelings to it. it’s perfectly cool to ignore someone’s message, but if you never respond to them, the person often thinks you don’t want to talk to them. i’m not saying it’s true of everyone — from my own personal experience, whether a person intends it or not, i automatically feel like someone doesn’t want to engage. am I wrong? absolutely. that’s my brain being my brain in its most dysfunctional way. but it’s an innate response — if you don’t engage, the other person will inevitably assume you’re either uninterested or being irritating, and this mentality spreads outward toxically to everyone else. it’s very, very easy to make a person feel like you don’t want to talk to them at all and mixed signals are just shitty to do to a person.

being overly sensitive is a bitch. source: i’m an overly sensitive human being, but some people forget the extent of what tumblr/chat is to some of us just isn’t that serious. some people don’t agonize over the reason somebody said something, or what their content is for saying it. some people are more likely to be talkative than others, which isn’t a bad thing and should stop being treated like it. everyone comes here to rp for different reasons, whether they be involved or loose. some people privatize their space and curate it accordingly, and others are very open and public and more than willing to associate with the community at large. the issue is that it’s become more or less popular to excessively privatize one’s own space, and it means if you happen to be a very social person you’re just ‘annoying’.

is this a me thing? absolutely. i cannot pretend it’s not a very personal pet peeve of mine when enthusiasm is mistaken for being ‘pushy’. engagement and interest isn’t ‘pushy’, even if there are degrees to which it can be (a person spamming you over and over within the same hour, a person actually lovebombing you and not the internet definition where someone’s just really nice to you and you don’t Like It). can neurodivergent people get a little over the top with their interests? yeah. it’s the nature of being nd. but it’s also the reason why i see so many apologies on ooc posts ‘talking about things that don’t have to do with their blog’. there’s no social mores to which you must adhere, this is the fucking internet. it’s genuinely awful to spam and bother someone for a reply or even for attention no matter the situation, but the definition of ‘spam’ has become pretty subjective in the community. don’t harass someone over and over, but there’s a difference between genuinely harassing a human being and just showing interest.

just be clear about communication and try to be open-minded about the way you’re approached. and for the love of god, stop projecting your own thoughts and feelings onto the people you interact with. or, to be more specific, don’t. no one can read your thoughts and you can’t read anyone else’s. it’s a perpetual cycle of making a lot of something out of a whole lot of nothing.

[ohbo-ohno]

I would lovvvveee to hear more abt this post:

https://www.tumblr.com/ohbo-ohno/728757872227450880/think-my-favourite-soulmate-au-is-the-sharing

Not necessarily anything specific I just want to hear anything more you’ve cooked up for it. Does reader hate them for the pain they both put them through? Do they feel remorseful? What do they do when they finally have reader? Shdbdhduhgggaffff my all time fav

i looove soulmate au's but tbh idk if im actually any good at writing them lol

it would depend on how they approached you i think! i always really like the idea of a soulmate being really really eager to meet their partner, only to be let down immediately or terrified.

i could see a reader who's been through hell along with these two guys and feels closer to them for it, who empathizes with their shared suffering and spends her nights agonizing over what might have actually been Happening to them.

if they came up to her normally, she'd be more than receptive. two soulmates are incredibly rare (idfk) and she's got two very very attractive soulmates at that - she's ready to be with them forever. sure, the depths of their possession freaks her out a bit, but honestly she's protective of them too

in a dlmliyh au or really anything where they kidnap her, she'd develop a deep resentment for them more. she's been suffering every wound they've had for years - was literally bedridden for months when ghost was kidnapped! was stuck bedridden dozens of times after that! - if they kidnap her and keep her captive she's going to let what might've been empathy turn to anger real quick. they've been putting her through hell for her entire life and now they're kidnapping her?????? oh yeah i can see her being pissed

you could maybe do an au where reader is suspected of being someone she isn't and is taken in for questioning. someone backhands her and ghost jolts forward from the wall when he feels the smack too. they'd still be suspicious of you, but once it was clear you hadn't done anything wrong they'd be very soft, bundling you up in their arms, johnny (not simon, he stands by it) apologizing for the way you met. you either hold it against them in a darker au, or use it as a very funny "how we met" story in a lighter au

[cadybear420]

hello! i do want to preface this by saying im not trying to be judgy im just wondering what is it about og choices hss that makes you so obsessed with it? it was a hs book so i could never really get into it but seeing this be one of the most talked about books after the aichoicesapocalypse is unexpected to me ngl

The Key Reasons Why I Consider OG Choices HSS So Great

Don't worry, this question isn't rude or judgy! And apologies for the late response I was very busy and distracted... but hey, I got it done in time for HSS Appreciation Week 2025! @hss-appreciation-events

Honestly though, even though I've been obsessed with OG Choices HSS since March 2021... I'm still not sure I can fully explain why I like it so much. Even the Cadybear's Reviews post I made for it in March last year doesn't fully cover it anymore.

I'd like to keep this brief and not delve into an essay because otherwise I'd be here forever. So here's my list of the key things that are so great about OG Choices HSS. Enjoy! <3

The Art and Heart Of It All

On a surface level, HSS is a genuinely fun, lighthearted, and escapist series. From its characters to its scenarios, it's "high school but if it was actually good". Stuff like hanging out with the LI you or your character (depending on how you play the story) has a crush on doesn't have to be so agonizing. Instead of dealing with college apps and AP exams, you deal with pranking bully schools, catching culprits, taking down a corrupt principal. And it can be enjoyed as a purely escapist story if one so wishes.

But at the same time, even though these are situations are escapist and more likely to be found in TV show high school rather than average IRL high school, it doesn't feel like it's being cheap about it. In a general sense, there's sort of an art to how it's all structured. Because at its core, HSS is about a high school with a promise to be accepting and enriching to all students. The plots are very much driven by the characters' personal struggles– and so, seemingly basic overarching goals like "win the homecoming game and beat Hearst" feel like truly important goals because they become representative of the characters being able to grow from their struggles. Almost everything seems to have a justified place in the story, no matter how seemingly cheesy it may or may not be. Even a good amount of the little details feel like they contribute something.

The MC

In my opinion, the OG HSS MC is one of the best MCs on the whole damn app and I have a whole essay in progress about them. They're a very wildcard blank slate, with a background very open to interpretation and quite a variety in ways to shape their personality; you aren't necessarily getting the exact same character every time. I can (and do) get excited to replay it as a different main character with different choices. The extracurricular activity choice is of course the most forefront of these and it is fantastic, but there are lots of other features as well like their skill at their activity, certain decisions they can make, certain outcomes they can have, their general personality, and more.

This benefts HSS both as an interactive novel game mechanic feature, and as a narrative element. The point of Berry High from the very beginning is that you can become anybody you want to be (as reiterated by Principal Hughs) and that you would be accepted no matter who you were (as reiterated by HSS Prime MC's quote on the statue of Ollie the Tiger). OG HSS MC can be anybody you want them to be, there's no singular version of their high school story. They're no ILW MC, but the way thi MC's character and game mechanics are structured is really well done and they don't get nearly enough credit for it.

The LIs and their Romance Routes

I could write an essay just on Ultimate Cuntress Aiden Zhou alone and I probably will one day, but really, all 5 love interests in this trilogy are very well-rounded and compelling. Something HSS is good at, both in OG Choices trilogy and in Prime, is that on the surface it does seem like it's made of high school tropes. Everyone you know is based on some sort of stereotype you've probably seen in your average Disney Channel high school show. But as you get to know them, you learn there's more to them. Everyone is some sort of twist or subversion of those stereotypes, and they truly feel like real people with different sides to them.

And however you play their romance routes, the relationship between LI and MC develops so organically. There's kind of a coming-of-age element to them too, with how they can sort of help each other grow as people. There is a sense of grandness larger-than-life to them since an average high school relationship probably doesn't happen quite like them, but at the same time they still feel real and believable.

The Supporting/Side Characters

The LIs aren't the only characters that are well-written. Characters like Myra, Frank, Sydney, etc... even the returning HSS Prime characters like Julian, Mia, Koh, etc... even the incoming Hearst kids in Book 3... just about all of them have really strong, memorable, and unique personalities despite their smaller roles. It's one of the few books where the larger cast benefits the story. Berry High truly feels alive with these characters.

Passing Down The Torch from HSS Prime

While I did play Choices HSS before Prime HSS, playing Prime HSS only made me appreciate Choices OG HSS a lot more. For the most part, I quite like how the OG HSS Trilogy connected to its predecessor AKA the original HSS Prime mobile game, with a lot of the storylines being centric around dealing with Hearst and maintaining the school's promise of being accepting to all. It's clear that they sort of want to "pass down the torch" to a new MC and cast after the older MC has graduated and the older cast is nearing graduation.

I especially loved that a lot of the returning Prime characters had these senior figure roles– both in the sense of them being soon-to-graduate seniors, and in the sense that they're sort of more mature versions from how they were in Prime. And I really do respect that PB could integrate them organically into the story and give them strong personalities even while their roles and characterizations were more minimized than in their original iteration. Again, I played OG Choices before Prime– and characters like Julian, Payton, Mia, and the rest were all characters that stuck with me that first time around. Playing Prime of course gives the Origin Story for them, but I didn't feel like I had to play Prime first in order to care about them, y'know?

Well I hope that covers it. A lot of these topics I plan to go more in-depth on in their own pieces, but these are more or less the key reasons why I think this trilogy is so great and why I'm so obsessed with it <3

[loveackermannn]

Oh I love the Vamp Levi feeding of reader but what if reader is human and she's not willing to be a vampire (I love being human ok forgive me😭 This idea was been running around my head since TWILIGHT!) but yeahhh I love and WILLINGLY be feed off the one and only Levi even thou my anemic ass would collapse seconds later 🍷✨

anon have u peeked into my mind because twilight is one of my favorite movie series!! (vamp!levi was briefly inspired by edward actually! ><)

but to answer your ask, i feel like levi could live without ever feeding off of you. he can always resort to hunting in a nearby woods for animals and that'll be the end of it. he never wants to pressure you in doing something you're not comfortable with or ready for. he'll wait a thousand years if he has to, as long as you're safe and healthy, that's all that matters to him.

that's not to say that he does get tempted from time to time though.. he has a good resistance and self control but when it comes to you and the way you unintentionally tease him with your neck exposed just for his viewing, it becomes difficult to be around you sometimes. during passionate and intimate moments, he can't help but graze his teeth along the side of your neck, though never applies pressure to actually pierce the skin – he'll always make sure of that. and in other times when it gets all too much for him, he'll disappear for a while, leaving a note by your bedside in reassurance that everything's okay and that he just needs to hunt for a few days.

days and days passed, without ever hearing from levi since he left. it was agonizing being alone in the confines of your cottage, you miss his scent that lingered everywhere you walked, you miss his tender embraces that hold you for just a little longer in the early mornings, you just miss him.

and abruptly, all your wishes and prayers were granted when you saw a figure standing by the front of your doorway, a shadow casted in all too familiar stature of your beloved. all at once, you wanted to be angry with him for leaving you like that, isolated and afraid – yet, you were overjoyed to know that his presence was reunited with yours once again.

"where have you been. i've been waiting for you.." as much as you tried to lace anger with your words, it was almost as difficult to do as trying to keep your composure in front of levi – it didn't go unnoticed by him either.

"i was w-worried sick. do you understand what was running through my mind these past few days?? how.. how scared i was?!" at this point, it was impossible to try and hold back anymore. bitter tears streamed down your face as levi's casted shadow grew closer to you. you soon felt warm, yet cold hands reach for your own and tug you against his chest.

he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a complete idiot for leaving you behind – he really was. he shushed you through soft coos of his voice and sweet apologies that were very much needed in this moment.

"i'm sorry, my love. i only wanted to keep you safe. im really sorry."

☆ — 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @saenora , @youre-ackermine , @lovolee3 , @notgoodforlife , @averysmolbear , @bejewelledd , @leviismybby , @evas-leslas , @roseofdarknessblog @cometlevi , @21aurora , @leviykwim (! ! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝💌)

[graciehart]

for the ask game! Top five Teresa Lisbon scenes!

girl. GIRL. the way i AGONIZED over this all day.

7x12 interrogation scene — "i don't think you understand how important this is to me" 😭

7x12 wedding ring — okay this isn't technically one scene, but i love love LOVE how she straightens up when Tork starts talking about psychics and then when she apologizes to jane 😭

4x10 saving jane — the way she just runs into water (it must have been FREEZING) and is the one who stays there and tells the paramedics everything and holding the necklace and just all of it

2x03 dancing — she's so cute i'm im love with her 😭

1x23 speech — this speech is just so important to me okay

ask me my top 5 anything!