#my friends and family can live without me and im sure they will be sad but it will be a breath of fresh air not having to deal with a

[moeblob]

Erin, to her crush: You're a dick

Mason, the crush: I won't argue! But to clarify -

[shutup-andletme-go]

I cannot rely on one person for me to be happy my happiness isn't allowed to be only triggered by one person I can be happy at every little thing it doesn't matter about this one person

[parasitic-saint]

the life isnt worth living thoughts are really loud tonight yipeeee

[pierregazly]

tolerate it ꨄ lewis hamilton

lewis hamilton x fem!reader

warnings: age gap (no specific age, just mentioned), angst, no hea

this is just me projecting my sadness with this song onto one of the drivers, lewis being the best option. there's a chance i may do a part 2 to this eventually, but im pretty content with how it ended for now. i hope you enjoy!

It wasn’t always like this.  

There was a time when you didn’t wake up, clenching your eyes closed in the hopes that it would magically change the outcome once they opened.  

There was a time when you would wake up, Lewis nuzzling his chin into the space where your neck and shoulders collided, peppering the skin with little kisses in the hopes it would wake you from your slumber. 

There was a time when you didn’t have to hold your breath, when your eyes didn’t have to adjust to the lack of light in the room, just to get a small glimpse of the man you loved curled up next to you.  

It was hard to pinpoint the exact moment when it had all changed. Maybe it was at the beginning of the season, maybe it was before that. You couldn’t really be too sure. 

Now, you were lucky to catch a glimpse of him in the morning, lucky to even get the chance to move your eyes across his ink-coloured skin beside you. You were lucky to even get a kiss goodbye in the morning before he left, the sun barely up when he was leaving to go to training, or the factory, or God knows where.  

The words between the both of you were minimal nowadays, it was more like living with a roommate you saw occasionally instead of a lover that you were supposed to be sharing a life with.  

There was a time when Lewis would giggle as he read the words of his books to you in whatever animated voice he could come up with. There was a time when the art he created was a joint effort between the two of you; now, it felt like all he did was tolerate you. 

It was evident neither you, nor Lewis, wanted to touch on the topic. Both of you tiptoed around each other, not wanting to open the door that would push the storm in.  

There isn’t much time spent at the paddock anymore, your career becoming the main focus of your priorities. You still welcomed Lewis home after every Grand Prix, his favourite dinner’s packaged in the fridge, the linens cleaned, and his clothes prepped.  

A battle hero’s welcome, one could call it. 

He always politely thanked you, a gentle kiss to your forehead before he made his way to the office for the remainder of the night. There was a time when he would debrief with you after every race, watching highlight videos on the television while he explained what he did wrong, what he did right, where he could improve and where he got a little too cocky. Now he just did it alone, the door of his office tightly closed, no sound emitting from the room. 

Sugarcoating it to your friends and family was difficult. They understood Lewis’ career took center stage, but they couldn’t understand why he was never around when they came to your shared apartment, why it felt like his presence wasn’t even prominent in the home at all. 

There was no way to explain it, without sounding naïve, without sounding like you were just letting a relationship that was drowning, pull you down with it. 

Everyone suggested different reasons. The season wasn’t going in the way Lewis had hoped. Maybe his age is finally getting to him. Maybe he’s considering retirement and it’s bothering him. Maybe the age difference between the two of you is too much now.  

Maybe he’s fallen out of love. 

You knew the last one was a significant possibility. Lewis was a private person, but he showed his heart on his shoulder, especially at the beginning. Large declarations of love, obnoxious presents, at first, he wanted you to know that he was in love with you, constantly. 

There isn’t a time in the last four months that you can remember where Lewis demonstrated his love for you, quick ‘love you’s’ before the door slammed behind him, a random heart in the middle of the night when he’s halfway across the world; even those had slowly stopped. 

Nowadays he would hum silently when you told him you loved him, he would send a heart back if you sent one to him. He didn’t initiate anything, it just simply felt like he was tolerating it when you expressed your love for him. 

It wasn’t hard to remember the times when Lewis would tell you how much he loved you, how he would show it.  

He would curl up behind you in bed, the unmade sheets wrapped lazily around the two of you as he groaned into your neck, his hands resting around your middle as he eagerly cuddled up to you. 

You could always feel him mumbling words into your neck, but he would never tell you what he was saying. Lewis would just smile and press a tiny kiss to your lips, the kiss heating up as time went on, your bodies moving in sync as he demonstrated his love for you in every way he knew how. 

You weren’t a self-conscious person, you knew you had plenty to offer when it came to your relationship, and when it came to life in itself. You knew your love should be celebrated, celebrated in the way that Lewis used to celebrate it, the way he used to giggle as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, gently swaying to the music coming from his phone as you cooked together. 

You tried to push the negative thoughts away, the thoughts of leaving, of packing up your bags and leaving in the middle of the weekend while he was away. You considered it, time and time again. The suitcases staring at you from the closet, telling you to open them, pack them, and leave. 

Every weekend the temptation grew stronger and stronger. The urge to walk away, to preserve your dignity, sat heavy on your shoulders.  

Every time when you thought you had decided, thought you had made the decision to pull the dagger out and walk away; an invisible force pulled you back. Told you that the season was slowly coming to its end, that the old Lewis would come back to you when the season was up, he was just stressed out and things were hard. 

He never talked about his problems with you. He would debrief with you, sure. He would tell you about the problems in the race, but he would never tell you about his internal problems.  

It’s how you constantly justified his behaviour, and his actions... or lack thereof.  

Your mind always went back to those thoughts when you considered leaving. It always made you think about the fact that he was probably struggling, that he just wasn’t able to talk to you about it and that you leaving would probably make things worse. 

It was the invisible but obvious force, that, you knew. 

Lewis didn’t know about these thoughts. At least he never showed that he knew. The bags were always tucked away in the back of the closet when he returned home, like they were never sitting in front of the open door. Everything was back in their rightful place, as if the thought of leaving had never crossed your mind.  

One of your favourite moments with him happened just before the beginning of the season. You were cuddled up on the couch, the remnants of a ‘Game of Thrones’ episode playing on the television, Lewis’ hand gently creating shapes on the visible skin of your back.  

“Do you ever feel like you’re too old, or like... too wise for me? Like someone closer to your age would be better?” 

You felt him huff against your neck, a small laugh falling from his lips before he pressed a kiss to the spot his lips were before shaking his head. 

“Are you calling me old, my love?” 

Immediately shaking your head with a tiny laugh, you slapped his chest with a gleam in your eyes. “You know what I meant, Lew...” 

Rolling you over, he leaned over you as he pushed a lock of his own unruly hair behind his ear. “I rarely think about the fact you’re younger than me. It doesn’t affect the way in which I love you, half the time I forget that you’re younger than me. I definitely don’t think I’m wiser, that’s for sure. It’s pretty obvious who has all the wisdom between the two of us.” 

The night ended with you below him, the sheets rustling, as if all the love he had for you could be encaptured in the way his eyes connected with yours. You had never felt that kind of raw love before, had never felt like everything you had done had led to that exact moment. 

Trying to convince yourself that everything happening now was all in your mind was easy. The comments that your friends made, that maybe he didn’t love you anymore; was easy enough to ignore when you considered the fact that he did still reply to your messages, that he still came home every Sunday, that he still sometimes pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaving in the morning.  

But then sometimes you let your mind reel, and reel, and reel. Lewis was there, but was he really there? 

The conversation almost happened, after Spa. Lewis was exhausted coming into your shared apartment, his bags dropping down at the front door. You were wrapped up in one of his Mercedes sweaters, his racing number engraved on the sleeves; even if he was there physically and not mentally, you had still made him your everything, you had made him your mural, had dedicated the sky to him. 

The pictures on the walls still showed a love between the two of you that wasn’t obvious anymore. The picture of you wrapped around him after the end of the 2020 season. The pictures of the both of you cuddled around each other at his family Christmas, the collage of his nephews wrapped in your arms. There were hundreds of photos that showed how life used to be. 

Your mind came back to the present when Lewis crossed the path in front of you. 

Like always, he went to press a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, the exhaustion prevalent on his face. As he was walking towards his office, you felt the words bubble out of your mouth before you could control them. 

“Did you want to watch this with me? I feel like we haven’t really spent much time together lately.” 

The words stopped him in his tracks, you could practically see the wheels turning in his head as his body turned in your direction. It felt like his face was mocking you with its fake sympathy as he gently shook his head, his curls moving with the direction. 

“I’m just too tired. I have to go watch highlights in my office. Maybe later.” 

It was always ‘maybe later’, or ‘maybe tomorrow’, or ‘I’m sorry we can’t celebrate our anniversary this year, I just don’t have time this weekend, maybe next weekend’.  

It felt like you were begging him for a spot in his life, like you were an inconvenience that he didn’t want to put the effort into anymore. By now, you weren’t even begging for a line in the story, but a line in the footnotes of his life. A minuscule part, something that he couldn’t even try to give you.  

Lewis made it clear he felt bad after he bailed on your anniversary. He spent hundreds of dollars on you, basically begging you for forgiveness and emphasizing things would be different soon, he promised. 

He was right, things were different. Not in a good way. Maybe that was the point when things really started going downhill. It was still hard to pinpoint it. 

Making yourself scarce when Lewis was home was easy. Your friends were always looking for you to go for lunch, or dinner, or out for drinks. Spending your time at work was always an easy escape, allowing the never-ending flow of work to occupy your thoughts as you went above and beyond. 

If Lewis noticed that you were avoiding him, avoiding your home; he didn’t say anything. He never said anything. 

Spending the weekends at home was therapeutic, your arms wrapped in another one of Lewis’ oversized sweaters. The smell of his cologne wafting up your noise as you pressed the sleeve to your face, the unshed tears refusing to leave your eyes. You wouldn’t cry, not again. 

You knew you would cry, again. You always let the tears fall when you scrolled back up in your conversation with Lewis to when things first started, when he was animated, when he overshared, when he sent you photos of George, of Mick, when he forwarded you along videos of Roscoe when Roscoe was away with him.  

Back when your love was celebrated, when it didn’t feel like Lewis was just tolerating it, tolerating you, tolerating your love. 

Jealousy reared its ugly head every weekend as well. Whenever you saw an Instagram story, or a twitter post, whenever you saw that Lewis was out with his friends, or his team, or his crew. You knew it wasn’t fair to be jealous, that it wasn’t fair to compare yourself to the people that Lewis spent 5/7 days a week with, that it was hard for him to say ‘no’ to them. 

It didn’t change how much it hurt, how much it made your heart ache to know that you truly were something that could be put on the backburner. He was always out building other worlds, but where were you?  

Where were you every time he was out with his friends after a race? Where were you every time he was celebrating a win, or celebrating a pole in qualifying? Where were you every time he went live on Instagram? 

Where was his love for you when you sat looking at the suitcases in the closet, again? 

Gone. 

It was time to accept the truth, that his love for you was gone. That he didn’t celebrate his love for you like he once did, that he didn’t celebrate you, like he once did.  

He tolerated it, and he tolerated you. Tolerating something and celebrating it were too obviously different things. It had never been more evident. 

The bags didn’t stare at you anymore as they laid open on the bedroom floor, your clothes finding themselves folded and inside each of them, your portion of the closet emptying out as the bags grew heavier and heavier. The bags under your eyes growing darker alongside them. 

You couldn’t leave without saying anything to him, couldn’t allow him to come home to an empty home. It was obvious he didn’t deserve an explanation, and you didn’t plan on giving him one. But he deserved a goodbye.  

It was clear the presence of the suitcases registered in Lewis’ mind the moment his eyes found them as the front door closed. He immediately looked at you, the most emotion you’d seen in months shining in his eyes. 

“What’s going on?” 

The shake in his hands was visible as he asked the question, his own bags falling gently beside your own as he stared at you.  

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t beg for a place in your life anymore, Lew. I’m sorry.” 

The resignation was evident in his eyes, but there was no fight in them as he sat on the couch opposite you. It almost hurt to know that he wasn’t going to argue, wasn’t going to ask you to stay, to not break free and leave the both of you in ruins. It almost hurt, but you knew it would be the case.  

“I’m sorry.” 

He didn’t try to stop you as you went towards your bags, he didn’t look up from his ink-stained hands as the click of the lock sounded. He didn’t try to say anything more as the suitcases rolled out the door. 

You didn’t see the tears gather in his eyes and then fall down his cheeks as the door closed behind you, the longing on his face as he debated with himself internally if he should run after you. Beg you to stay. It was so plain to see now, you were younger, and wiser, and he didn’t deserve you anymore. 

Lewis knew the truth. You deserved someone who would celebrate you, celebrate your love. Not someone who could only tolerate it when their own life was falling apart. He didn’t deserve you, not anymore.  

i really hope you guys liked this!! im really not too sure if i'll make a part 2, but if there's a lot of demand for one i will. thank you for all the love. also i read this like 4 times so if there's any mistakes im sorry lol

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[diminuel]

I know that the baby dragon (roger garp coparents) comics are so silly and fun and i ABSOLUTELY LOVE THEM but i was trying to remember all the characters in the crowd in the live action (im only in dressrosa in the anime) and then i thought too much about about your comics and now im SAD!!!

Garp and Roger at the very least being friends and co parents and Garp essentially KILLING HIM in front of DRAGON. Like roger may or may not be his bio dad but thats his PIRATE dad (a la shanks) and that being the dissolution of their family unit. Also fem!croc (possibly) being in the crowd???? Maybe they meet again there. Do you think roger looked at their "son" when he died? Do you think garp couldn't look at him?? And then for garp to stand there on an execution platform with ace???? His friends kid?? His grandson???? But this time instead of standing silently like dragon did, luffy refused to save himself.

And rayleigh, RAYLEIGH couldnt be there in his best friends final moments, couldnt be there for dragon, his nephew/godson/whatever. But finally he was able to help luffy after marineford. Finally he could help his family after so many years, even if luffy didnt know.

Anyways, love your comics and art, its all very fun and cute, even if the implications get me.

Also i guess this wasnt really a question, but i wanted you to know what you inspired in my brain and kinda get your thoughts!

I’m always happy to know that my silly comics get you to think! I do enjoy drawing fun stuff but as you said, most of them have more serious or angsty implications if you do continue spinning the universe a bit.

Like with the Baby on Board comics (the coparenting one) I imagine that even though Roger and Dagon’s relationship starts out easy and light-hearted, there eventually must be a moment where Dragon no longer feels welcome among the Roger Pirates (most likely when he joins the marines at a young age). I can imagine that Garp and Roger both (not very gently) teaching him that choices have consequences – he chose the path of the marine, which means that pirates like Roger will now be his enemy. And Garp is, his situationship with Roger aside, kind of hard-headed about his sense of justice.

Still, in an AU where he spent a portion of his childhood on Roger’s ship, he’d be upset about watching the execution, whether Garp is up there on the execution platform with Roger as in the live action or not. Maybe Dragon has to endure this without having gotten any closure with a man who had once claimed him as a son. And Rayleigh isn’t there to offer comfort or platitudes. Shanks and Buggy are too caught up in their own emotions to spare any thoughts on the feelings of a guy who occasionally looked after them.

I don’t know if it’s a spoiler to you, but we do know that Crocodile was for sure at the execution in the manga/ anime. So at least Dragon wouldn’t be entirely alone. I don’t know exactly which of my AUs the Baby on Board comics apply to (most of them?) but in some of the AUs this would certainly be a moment where Dragon and Crocodile meet/ see each other again/ enjoy a night together, toasting to the old era and welcoming a new one in their own way ;3

So if Dragon wants to drink his complicated feelings away, there’s someone there to do it with, even though I doubt he’d tell Crocodile that he knew the man who died today as more than just the King of Pirates.

And yes, of course I also like the idea of just how the Baby on Board concept would weave the threads of these people even closer together.

[ikeu-ikeu]

im back from the de@d

Notes: Wrote this in a sitting and this is my first time writing… its crap but ill get better eventually

wc: 1672 (woah?)

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Miss your touch.

“Y/n please i can explain!!” Jake said teary eyed as he attempted reaching out to you, soon turning into a fail as u swiftly moved away from his touch.

“whats there to explain Jake?!” you reply back screaming, you didn’t care if you were loud or if anyone could hear you.

You just didn’t give a fuck anymore.

You walk in tiny circles while grabbing your hair.

“Y/n please calm down and i can explain..please..?” voice wavering

Jake knew what he did was wrong, it was too late for him to realize, though.

“explain what?! that i was just a bet for you and your friends? did you even love me?” you exclaimed while sobbing in between your words.

When you said those words, he went blank. So much to say, but so little could be expressed.

“I’m leaving.” it was a simple sentence but it didn’t fail to make Jake’s hairs go up.

He didn’t even reach for you or fought for you. He only stood and watched as you left your apartment, only bringing your purse and your phone.

As soon as you exited the apartment, thats when Jake started bawling his eyes out.

He never meant for any of this to happen. sure, he did it for the shits and giggles at first but he started gaining real feelings for you. He and his friends called off the bet, saying you deserved better than that. He and his friends regretted ever doing that to you, you were a sweet and kind girl, always caring for your friends and family.

You get in your car but you realize you have no where else to go. You contact your best friend, Sunoo. You guys have been friends since Kindergarten and were inseparable. Even now, you guys are still close. Although you guys aren’t siblings, both of you have always treated one another as siblings.

After you told him some details via call, he agreed to let you stay at his house.

The ride to his house was a daze, everything that happened in the past hour was a haze.

You arrived at his doorstep and rung the bell, he opened the door and took in your state.

A mess. You looked like a mess. your hair was a mess, your eyes were so red, mascara running down your eyes. Your lips were swollen from all the biting trying to conceal your cries.

He hugged you. That’s all it took for your eyes to start watering up.

“Shhh, don’t be sad. It’s okay. I’m here with you.” Sunoo said, whispering in your ear while caressing your hair in a calming manner. You cried even harder, you hugged him back and gripped his shirt hard.

All he could do was just stare and listen to your painful sobs, he’s never seen you in such a state before. He brings you in and sits you down on the couch in his living room.

“Wait for me here, i’ll give you some water okay?” Sunoo said, after gaining a nod of approval he quickly sprints to the kitchen and quickly comes back with a glass of very much needed water.

“Drink up, Y/n, i don’t like seeing you sad”

You accept the glass from his hand you started chugging the water.

After calming down for awhile you told him about everything that happened.

“So Jake only got with you as a bet? What about those 5 months you were together?! What a fucking jerk!!” after Sunoo heard the words that left your mouth, his blood was boiling. He never knew someone could be such an asshole.

“Can we move on over this topic please? i wanna forget about it.. can we watch a movie?” you say, frown evident in your voice

Without a second thought Sunoo turns the tv on, ready to watch any movie you desired.

3:56 am.

Jake feels like a piece of shit, He is a piece of shit. He’s been drinking to numb down the pain in his heart, he knows the pain he’s feeling will never compare to what you’re dealing with.

Drinking. He promised to stop drinking once you 2 got together. It was a really bad habit of his, but without, you who’s here to stop him now?

His whole body feels numb, his eyes are so red and puffy, he feels dizzy and his heart ached for you. He feels his heart shattering every second when he thinks back to what happened, the tears that stained your face, your voice was breaking every second. Your eyes, oh, your beautiful eyes that he loved so much, were spilling tears and it never seemed to stop.

Shit, he was crying again. But, he deserves it, does he?

He goes in your shared bedroom, all your belongings were still there, all the photos from previous events hung up on the wall, still there. The plushies that he gave you for your monthsary? still there. All the memories from the past months. It was all there.

He sat down on the queen sized bed, it felt so lonely without you. He missed your cute little snores. He missed seeing you wake up with messy hair. He missed waking up to your kisses on his cheek.

He laid down on the bed and grabbed your plushie from your 1st monthsary. He remembers it so well, you looked so beautiful that day. You were always beautiful.

He looked at the plushie, his vision went blurry.

He was crying again. He hugged the plushie, it smelt like you, it made him cry even harder. He cried himself to sleep like a baby, not knowing what they’re feeling. He had been crying till sunrise, his eyes were swollen and red. After all that he went to sleep, plushie engulfed in his arms.

You woke up at noon, you and had Sunoo stayed up late watching horror movies together and played games. It made you forget about the events prior.

You knew you had to return back to your shared apartment with Jake to get your belongings. It really shouldn’t be that hard considering you have a spare key that he gave you on your 2nd monthsary.

“Are you sure you’re going back there? i mean, i can get your stuff for you, if you’d like.” Sunoo said after you told him what you were gonna do.

“It’s okay, Sunoo. I can go alone, thanks for being concerned though. I appreciate it.” you said as you hugged him a goodbye before you left his house.

“Message me if you need me okay? stay safe y/n.” he hugged u back and patted your back, wishing you well on your journey.

It had been 6pm since you left his house. It’s now 6:54pm, you grabbed your spare keys and tried to open the door. Usually, Jake would be at work in this time, so you weren’t that worried bumping into him.

You entered the apartment. Nothing seemed out of place.

Then you saw it. The beer bottles.

You had forbid Jake from drinking and seeing all the bottles made you feel different emotions at once. Not a problem, you think. You open the door to your once shared room, not expecting to see him but there he was.

Peacefully asleep on the bed was Jake. His eyes were puffy and he was hugging the plushie he got you.

You softly gasp. He looked so vulnerable when asleep, you always adored him when he was asleep. The cute snores and his pink lips forming into a pout.

You’ve always loved Jake’s lips, loving the way they felt on your lips, on your nose, on your forehead and on your cheeks.

Well, seems like the gasp wasn’t as soft as you expected, as you looked at Jake he started to wake up and take in what was happening.

His eyes were blinking from just being newly woken up. His eyes were red from the whole night of crying. Now he had a headache from drinking too much.

“y../n.?” he says weakly, his voice cracking.

You just stand there and stare at him, debating whether you should cry and hug him, saying you missed him so much or whether you should slap him and tell him he’s an asshole and start collecting your belongings, wanting to leave the place as soon as possible.

But, looking at his current state, you didn’t wanna.

He was pale, his lips were dry and he had disheveled hair. He looked like a wreck. You can tell he hasn’t eaten in hours. All you wanted to do was cuddle him, and that you did.

Without another word, you walk your way towards the bed and lay down with him and you started to cuddle him, his face buried in your chest. You start caressing his hair and kiss his head. No words were exchanged. He was trembling under your touch, He started to break.

He tried holding back the tears but he couldn’t. He broke down crying, he hugged your waist tightly, holding you closer as if you were gonna disappear.

You’ve never seen him this broken before, you started crying with him too. His and your cries mingling with one another. He had been saying stuff but it was hard to understand, he had been saying ‘sorries’ and ‘love you’s’ in between sobs and sniffles. It got so bad he started hiccuping.

Fuck, who knew that seeing him so wrecked in this state could break your heart even more?

You just took it cuddled him till he calmed down.

Too bad it didn’t last for long, who would’ve known that was gonna be the last time you 2 cuddled together?

He knew that would be the last time he’d see you, but he didn’t expect you to go so soon.

You left the apartment 30 minutes after Jake fell asleep, feeling certain emotions. You didn’t wanna leave him alone, but it was for the better.

You were gonna miss him, that’s one thing for sure.

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[pseudowho]

the age gap between your kids is the same as mine with my siblings (i think, unless i’ve screwed up the math)! i’m the oldest and then my brother is 4 years younger and then my other brother is 6 years younger! so it’s pretty much the same i think except we’re not 3 boys.

i think that’s the ideal age gap situation to have, like you bicker and fight a lot when you’re younger (although maybe your younger 2 kids are too young to have reached that stage) but it’s not so big that there ends up being distance between siblings or that the oldest ends up in an accidental parentification situation. my brothers and i are 21, 17, and 15 right now and we’re quite close, but i do have a sister who is 15 years younger than me. which is a lot of years. and it’s a bit of a weird situation because my parents are great (except for the part where they had a kid 15 years after their oldest, that was bat shit crazy) in that despite me being the oldest (and the oldest daughter at that) i was never really expected to be involved in the raising of my siblings which is really common in my culture. but obviously my sister is so much younger than me that it sort of just ends up happening on its own. i always say that my brothers and i grew up together but i (well, we) are watching her grow up. i feel so guilty sometimes because i’m at university now, i’m doing medicine, and i’ve moved abroad for it. so i don’t really see my sister very often except for in like the holidays and all. and i try to call and i try to stay in touch but i’m just so busy all the time that it’s hard. i’m sure you get what i mean since you’re in healthcare but being a med student is a lot. i constantly feel so badly guilty because my sister misses me a lottt and every time i come back to uni from the holidays she literally has like hysterical sobs and it breaks my heart. and then when i am at home it becomes really hard because my sister understandably wants me to devote every second of my day to her and it becomes difficult for me to go out with my friends or even interact with my brothers extensively because they do live with her so they’re not as willing to do things that would humour her and entertain her and obviously it is a lot easier to talk more freely to each other without our six year old sister around who would probably unwittingly snitch to our parents about whatever stupid things my brothers are trying to hide from them. i love my sister to bits but well she is 6 so while i do try my best to spend as much time with her as i can it honestly really is a chore. and i feel really bad that i feel that way but i really can’t help it. i’m really not a kids person beyond being able to take care of their physical needs and occasionally their emotional ones if they’re about to cry or something.

and since i’m in med school and there’s a lottt of years left for me to do which are going to be abroad i just feel horrible about my sister all the time, like im literally going to miss so much of her life. and i also don’t want it to be like that she grows up feeling alienated from me or that she’s all grown up one day and she’s just like “yeah i have an older sister but she’s never been around much, we don’t really talk”. plus my brothers will also be done with school soon so they’ll leave too and then we’ll all be having our own things and our own lives and at that point she may as well be an only child and i feel so fucking sad and guilty about it all the time. i feel like 90% of my thoughts are me just thinking about my sister and feeling guilty. and sometimes i just resent my parents so much because we could’ve just been 3 with normal age gaps and it would’ve been perfect. but no there had to be my sister who’s so much younger than the rest of us, i feel like such an awful person for even thinking that we would’ve been better off without her but i do sort of think it sometimes. i would never ever EVER say that to her or to any of my family and i do love her insanely but she’s just so much younger it’s insane.

i’m sorry i’m going to shut up now this ended up being so long. i just wanted to comment a little on your family structure i did not intend to word vomit about my own feelings that didn’t even fully realise i was feeling.

Me and @mrhaitch can relate to this on a lot of levels; our kids, of course, have the age gaps of you and your elderly siblings as described, but Mr.Haitch has a little brother who is 15/16 years younger than him. A lot of what you've described (the 'perfect' gaps, then the subsequent guilt and resentment towards parents of having a sibling that much younger) is stuff we can relate to.

Ultimately, speaking as people who are further down the line, with Mr.Haitch now 32 and his younger brother approaching 17, the youngest is raised in so many ways, as an only child. The older siblings end up becoming almost parents for them. I mean, Mr.Haitch and I are still named on the will as his little brothers' new guardians, in case his parents were to pass away before his brother is an adult.

Mr.Haitch had absolutely no involvement in his little brothers' childhood. It has forced a completely different relationship dynamic. I think he wishes he had made more effort to be involved, and regrets it now.

It's something you will have to traverse in the kindest way for your sister; while it's unfair for you to be parentified, you, ultimately, are a vital role model for her, and being so much older, you are the one with the power to steer your relationship positively.

Video calls and games you can perhaps do together over video. Asking her about her day and her interests and actually listening. Never forgetting her birthday, and sending her a gift. Be her penpal. Make her know that she's still important to you even though you can't be close. Children that age remember the things that you do, more than the things that you don't.

It will take her until adulthood to understand the position you were in, but you can lay the foundations now for how she perceives you then. I assure you, a little goes a long way to prevent alienation. When she then perceives this big sister who still loves her even when apart from her...well. It will show.

Resent your parents all you like; that's not what's going to help her, and help you, right now. Put it aside-- it's too big for her. Just be her big sister in any way that you can, okay?

Don't worry about the word vomit. Sometimes, seeing real life played out in another family before you, ignites something, doesn't it?

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[conanssummerchild]

stranger things characters as taylor swift albums

i saw someone make a post abt this and i decided to make my own lol. ngl it was really hard to decide and im not even sure i agree with myself, if u think smth else feel free to tell me!

Dustin Henderson as Debut

To me Debut is about youth and first loves and messing up and the lessons you learn, its about feeling like an outsider but also about being with the people you love, those who you dont feel whole without. I think that that matches well with Dustin's character, he's energetic and excited to learn and experience things, he cares for his friends deeply but can feel left out sometimes.

El Hopper as Fearless

I think Fearless is about new beginnings and second chances, about being young and in love, wishing for your fairytale ending and being dissapointed when real life isn't like a movie. It's about highschool and being brave, it's about family, found and otherwise. It's about being fifteen. El is such a pure character, she's brave and willing to stand up when she has to, but wanting to be more than that, trying to be a teenager, making the best of something bad.

Will Byers as Speak Now

Speak Now is an album about growing up but never wanting to, it's about trying to hold onto your childhood, about whimsical fantasies, about foolishness and the broken hearts that come with it, about loving and fighting and making up and hoping those special moments in your life are long lived. Speak Now is about innocence and the loss of it. Will isn't ready to move on and grow up the way his friends seem to be, he wishes that things could be how they used to because it was so much better back then, he loves bravely and says what's on his mind, but keeps some things quietly locked away, afraid.

Robin Buckley as Red

Red is kind of a lonely album, that of a people person who never has her own people in the end. It's a coming of age album about the realities of growing up and being forgotten, it's full of heartbreak and fear of rejection, it's a catchy melody with sad lyrics, but it is filled to the brim with burning red love and passion too. From the moment Robin was introduced she was clever and snarky, passionate and confident and lovable. Behind that she was a deep character, a brave one, she is undeniably, iconically her.

I KNOW this song isnt originally from red but i like it :(

Steve Harrington as 1989

If you asked me I'd say that 1989 is about partying and being young and having fun and being in love. It's about petty grudges and and love that feels all-encompassing, but is really just suffocating, it's about what people say about you and who you really are. It's about moving on and being clean and starting anew despite the strangers talking about what's not theirs to talk about. Steve is a character that has constantly bettered himself, constantly having to prove that he isn't the same person he was. He's fallen in love and had to fall out of it time and time again.

Nancy Wheeler as reputation

reputation is about revenge and also karma, it's about killing the old you but not forgetting her, it's about new loves and not letting yourself get pushed around, it's about how delicate life and love can be. It pushes the boundries of cold and seeming like you dont care. But you do. Nancy is an interesting character to say the least, she's brave and strong and she struggles with showing her emotions and care, sometimes hurting people because of it, but she tries.

Lucas Sinclair as Lover

Lover is warm and comforting like the sun coming out after a dark day. It's about doing your best to overcome hardships, it's about who you are because of them, not despite them. It's about letting go, letting yourself forget instead of holding on tight to the hurt, turning a fresh page instead of trying to change an already used up one. It's about love. Lucas is so kind and caring, he wants the best for everyone he loves and he loves so purely, he's a character who has been hurt repeatedly but has stayed strong. He's a lover, both romantically and platonically.

Mike Wheeler as folklore

folklore is a cold winter that seems to go on forever with no relief. It's sitting in a vast field of snow without a jacket by your own choice, it's about constantly trying and failing and everyone around you chastising you for not being better. It's about pulling up to the lookout and screaming into the emptiness to give you a reason for your pain. It's about failing in love and messing up with the one. Other people's pain seems to seep into you and you keep the burden of it. folklore is suffocating despair and the love you can only wish for but never have. Mike is the only one who I knew what album I was going to asign him from the start, he's a sad, lonely character who tries to help everyone but himself. His pain is invisible to those around him because he keeps it close and hidden, he lashes out and digs himself further into a hole he cannot get out of on his own.

Max Mayfield as evermore

evermore is the coldest autumn, the trees obscure your view but you've long since stopped trying to reach for the fading sun. The rain falls but you can only sometimes feel it, you try to pretend it's fine this way, yet you keep venturing deeper into the thick forest. The truth is you are stuck, and as much as you pretend you're not it won't stop the mud from sticking to your soles and trying to pull you in as you reject the branches reaching for you. evermore is what happens when love can't overcome all. Max is sarcastic and fun, but there's always that overlying fear and anger that she eventually falls into, she's hurt and she can't move on from the things that have happened to her.

Jonathan Byers as Midnights

Midnights is an album of staying awake at night, all alone in the haze you thought fit two. The things you've seen and done haunt you, they make you lose sleep, all you've lost and gained, all you never had to begin with and never will. It's simple really, you're on your own. Jonathan is a loner, he's lost so much and matured too much for his age. He never had relief from his responsibilities, always needing to be present. It's a tiring life to live.

[crazyw3irdo]

as someone whos got a romeo and juliet adaptation/sequel on the backburner, i have a question for you: What is your favorite part of this play? It can be themes, a scene, or a character or whatever else! Personally my favorite thing in it, at the risk of sounding cliche, are the themes of destiny and doom. I also like benvolio (totally didnt get him in ur quiz lol)

oooh!! well i mean the obvious answer for me is equally obvious i think lol

i fuckin love mercutio. so much so that even if im watching a version of r&j i don’t care for i’ll stick around at least until he dies lol

he really just cements the tragedy of it all to me. if the story were a romance he’d just be the silly best friend comic relief character, and, aside from the opening narration and a couple fights, r&j really can seem like a romance… up until mercutio dies. his death is a signifier of the tonal shift. the happy-go-lucky guy who brings romeo to a party and cracks jokes just died. you want comic relief? he’s dead.

and of course there’s the fact that he shouldn’t even be involved. he’s not a capulet or a montague. he’s related to the prince. not a part of the families. he’s a casualty. he was a friend to romeo and benvolio- two montagues- and he was invited to the capulet party! he’s how they got in! he had no enemies- he shouldn’t’ve died! hell, had romeo not come between him and tybalt, he might have lived. then romeo wouldn’t’ve killed tybalt, he wouldn’t’ve been banished, juliet wouldn’t’ve had to fake her death leading to well… everyone knows that part.

he only got into the fight to defend his friend’s honor. (well, to be fair depending on how you read the dialogue before the fight, mercutio might be pretty ready to jump into a fight for any reason lol) but still, he got into that fight because tybalt wanted to fight romeo, and he only died because romeo intervened.

what really gets me too is… no one seems to mourn him. sure, yes, romeo kills tybalt in revenge, but then immediately tybalt’s death takes priority. everyone’s freaking out about how tybalt died- tybalt is mourned. i don’t recall if mercutio is ever mentioned again. (edit: mercutio is mentioned when paris dies, romeo calls him mercutio’s kinsman, but that’s. still not much)

there’s also his iconic quote as he’s dying- a plague on both your houses. as he dies he goes out screaming about how both families are at fault, how it’s their own stubbornness that is causing all this. and if anyone listened to him, maybe things would’ve been different. but still, romeo and juliet (…and paris i guess?) have to die before anyone actually listens.

also, on a more lighthearted note, he is fucking hilarious. his whole queen mab monologue to make fun of romeo is a personal highlight, as well as his line like… quoting from memory here, “here comes romeo, without his ‘ro’ like a dried fish.” okay okay so this is when they still think romeo is into rosaline, hence the “ro” but also “roe” like fish eggs, but also meo is a word for “sigh” so he’s sad because he doesn’t have his crush with him all told with a fish pun. love this guy i aspire to be on his level

ooh, also, when a staged production (or other kind? it’s most common staged) uses red for the capulets and blue for the montagues, i love when mercutio wears purple. goes back to my earlier point about him not being either but still being friendly with both.

also speaking about very specific productions of romeo and juliet some mercutio highlights:

-in rómeó és júlia (personal fav version of mercutio) when mercutio gets stabbed, he bleeds, gets his hand covered in blood, and slaps romeo before he dies, so romeo goes through the rest of that scene wearing his friends blood and it really adds to it

-also in that version they give mercutio a rap verse that is in no other version and i think of it constantly

-he also keeps flirting with everyone and kisses both romeo and benvolio and tries to with tybalt

-i made a compilation of him in that version i never posted actually i should see if i can find it

-in the italian version of romeo et juliette mercutio kisses romeo as he dies and it’s really intense lmao

-okay actually just watch this video comparing different versions of le duel from romeo et juliette i’ll stop talking about those versions specifically lmao (and watch les rois du monde & la mort de mercutio on the same channel)

-in romeo + juliet he wears heelys and when he says “by my heel i care not” you can see them lmao

-in that version he also dresses in drag and i love it

-riff from west side story is not technically mercutio but he sings the jet song & cool and i love those songs so hell yeah

-okay i said i wouldn’t talk about versions of retj again but going back to my beloved hungarian version rómeó és júlia the guy who plays mercutio also voices the onceler in the hungarian version of the lorax and if i have to know that so do you

anyway i genuinely plan for my last words to be “ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man” so yeah love that guy and personally think this could have all been avoided had he started dating romeo and benvolio and hell why not have a toxic fling with tybalt what who said that

[charliedawn]

hi im just wondering how would the slashers react if they saw a yautja like we captured them then bring it and there's reaction plus the yautja if you write it thank u sorry if it that confusing

Penny and Pennywise :

*start a whole conversation with only little clicking noises and notices people staring at them both* : "....What ?"

Penny is fluent in all alien languages and would hence be able to play the role of a translator. But, be careful. He's not always reliable.

You : "...Are you sure that he said he would kill everyone ?"

Penny *shrugs with a smile* : "...Or, he could have also said he's here to save us all ? I'm not sure.."

Pennywise : "AH ! Big bug. Nice to meet you, buddy."

The translation would be a bit more reliable here, as Pennywise wouldn't miss the opportunity to remind you every single second of his intellectual superiority.

But, he could also be difficult and remain unresponsive.

You *sigh* : "Come on, Pennywise. Please. Translate. I can't do this without you."

Pennywise *smiles smugly and rolls his eyes : "Fiiiiine. If you're that desperate."

It would be a big ego boost for him and he may even learn about the alien in itself, useful things he may or may not keep to himself.

Michael :

Michael stared at the creature who stared back at him. He didn't actually know what to say or do.

They both evaluated each other as threats and once they acknowledged their mutual interest in communicating, Michael started learning the language of yautjas.

He wouldn't let the language barrier be a problem and try to learn how to write down and understand. They would soon bond on the fact that they are both protectors.

Michael *writes down in the yautja language* : "Friends ?"

Yautja *nods and responds* : "Friends."

Jason :

Jason wouldn't actually approach the yautja at first.

He would observe him from afar and take pictures—pictures that would become a valuable part of the yautja file.

Jason always prefers to see the person before actually trying to start a conversation. He would observe his interactions with the others and take notes on his behavior patterns before taking any initiative.

Jason *stands before the yautja*

Yautja *looks up at him and tilts his head*...You have been observing me. I was wondering when you would finally show yourself ?

Jason *stays silent before answering in sign language*: "Jason."

Yautja *lowers his head in greeting*

Jack Torrance :

Jack : "....Cigarette ?"

Yautja *looks away in disinterest*

Jack *huffs a laugh before retrieving one for himself* : "Suit yourself."

Jack is an author. He would probably find inspiration in it.

He would start typing about the yautja. Make observations. Hypothesis.

He'd try to find out information about it and be mind-blowed by his story for sure.

Jack : "...So wait, you come from that big species of alien warriors whose only purpose is to hunt down other aliens ? And you ended up here because your ship got wrecked ?"

Yautja *nods*

Jack : "...Shit, man. Talk about bad luck."

Brahms :

Brahms *looks sad* : "You must miss your family so much..."

Yautja *stays silent*

Brahms—as the big empath that he is—would immediately feel bad for him and try to convince you on either releasing him, or at least of his good nature.

Brahms : "He's a good person."

You : "...Based on ?"

Brahms *smiles* : "On my feelings."

The yautja would also get attached to him and his kindness.

*live interaction between Freddy and the yautja*

Freddy called him ugly.

The yautja threw him out the window.

Norman Bates :

Norman : "Trust me. Get out while you still can."

Norman opened his cage and made sure to leave an opening for the creature to escape.

Norman knows what happens to people in St Louis. They usually never get out. He barely made it out himself and even though he was smiling when he warned the yautja—his warning was very real.

"They'll tell you they want to help you, but soon enough..You'll be trapped here until they either kill you, or find a way to get rid of you.."

[nickeverdeen]

Hii I’m resending this so its more specific for you <3 Im requesting a matchup for Arcane and TLOU (it doesn’t matter which game), only women please <3

My pronouns are she/her, I am Caribbean-American and have brown skin, my hair is naturally really really dark brown but I have reddish brown braids rn. When my hair is straightened (I’ve only straightened it once recently, I don’t like doing it cuz of heat), its like past my shoulders a bit in length. My eyes are really really dark brown as well.

I am 5’4 and on the curvier side, my thighs are on the bigger side with some muscle (I played soccer and danced all while I was younger) so its harder to get bottoms to fit how i want but i make it work :p

Its hard to explain my style but its like a mix of stockholm style, downtown girl, but also pretty simple and minimal. I like lace tops, dark colored jeans, colorful scarfs, linen pants, soft hoodies, low cut tops (I like showing the girls off every now and then :p. I’m a gold jewelry girl but love silver in shoes, clothing, and my bag.

I unfortunately have one of the worst resting faces. Sometimes I look sad (when I’m nott), sometimes I look upset/mad, and sometimes I just have a blank stare. I’ve been told many times from friends and family that they can’t tell what I’m thinking. In reality I have a very silly personality, I like making jokes and being sarcastic here and there but I think this part of me only comes out when I’m comfortable and close with the other person. In general I’m introverted but will usually be the first to start the conversation with another introvert. I’m pretty shy and have never really been approached or approached anyone in a sober setting. I’ve been compared to being most like a bunny or a cat in that sense.

I’m reserved but at the same time love going out with friends. Recently I was working in a group project and when I was in a group project last year, I naturally take on a leader role where I make sure ever is ok but I’m also a bit bossy bc I like getting work done. I admit I can be mean at times but I’m quick to apologize in a group setting. I can get quite annoyed easily but I never let it show unless I want it known I’m annoyed. I’m a big sister. My mbti is INTP.

Interests wise…I loveee the beach. Especially the beaches in California (I don’t live here, visited a few years ago) and the Caribbean for the clearer water. I love cats, my favorite domesticated animal. My favorite animal in general are penguins <3. I like music sm you will almost never find me without my airpods or headphones. I go to concerts as often as I can. I like anime, not into kpop in terms of the industry happenings but love the music. My career interest rn is data analysis and I actually did a data analysis on my Spotify. I listen mostly to dance pop, bedroom pop/indie, kpop, rap, grunge, and a lot more other genres.

I don’t like people with toooo much energy. I love my extroverts but they know when to be chill and serious. I don’t have a preference on whether my partner would be introvert or extrovert. I love someone that can catch my sarcasm and my jokes. I like it when ppl are honest and upfront with me, I don’t like dancing around topics. I am confrontational only when I notice something is seriously wrong in the other person. There are times or days even where I just need to be alone but I still like being checked on. My love language is definitely acts of service and quality time.

Tysm !!

Your Arcane match is…

Mel Medarda

Mel would absolutely adore your fashion sense and gift you elegant gold jewelry to match your style, appreciating your ability to mix minimalism with boldness

She’d love hearing your sarcastic jokes, always catching your wit and playfully teasing you back with her dry humor

Beach vacations would be a regular thing

Mel would book trips to stunning Caribbean beaches where you could relax together in luxury

She’d love watching you in action during a group project, impressed by your leadership and organization

Mel would make sure you feel cherished, surprising you with acts of service like preparing dinner after a long day or organizing your music library

She’d enjoy quiet evenings with you, sipping wine and listening to your curated playlists while you talk about life

Mel would absolutely respect your need for alone time, but she’d always check in with a sweet note or a small gift left in your space

She’d make it a point to understand your data analysis projects and even request you to teach her some basics

She’d pamper you by brushing your hair or stroking your back when you’re relaxing together, making you feel deeply cared for

Your The Last of Us match is…

Maria Miller

Maria would appreciate your bossy but efficient leadership style, often joking, “You’d make a great deputy.”

She’d admire your love for music and encourage you to play it loud when you’re working on something or relaxing together

Maria would surprise you with thoughtful gestures, like fixing something in your room or leaving you notes with little reminders about how much she loves you

She’d encourage your career interest in data analysis and proudly show off your projects to others

Your love for the beach would make Maria to plan trips to beautiful coasts, where you’d both enjoy quiet days by the water

She’d be the one to check on you when you need time alone, leaving you snacks or tea to show she cares

Maria would love your resting face, teasing you gently about how mysterious you look

She’d be upfront and honest in conversations, appreciating your confrontational side when it’s needed

She’d respect your independence but cherish every moment of quality time you share, making sure you feel valued and supported

[lyubochka]

if you don't know me, i treat ask games like surveys because ask games as we know 'em are pretty much dead. here's the og

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

guitar hero 2, deviantart x reader fanfics, not being allowed to watch horror movies as a child

show us a picture of your handwriting?

3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

i'm not a big movie person, but probably zero day, the original child's play, and crash

what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

kitty synth, "wentzian", bathroom updates, pig as a slur

what made you start your blog?

old one got too much anon hate

what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

there are so many images of pretty men to be found. some of them are dead.

what scares you the most and why?

probably the prospect of instability. i imagine its bc i moved a lot as a child

any reacquiring dreams?

in the case u meant reoccuring, not particularly. i have a bad memory.

tell a story about your childhood

oh, you dont want that.

would you say you’re an emotional person?

i learned apparently im more emotional than i even knew, recently.

what do you consider to be romance?

sensuality and the human connection.

what’s some good advice you want to share?

goal setting without clear vision is like building a couch with no instructions, just a picture of the end result.

what are you doing right now?

listening to pretty hate machine by nin and filling out this questionaire

what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

learn to drive

what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?

my partner

if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

my need to dig up the corpse to make sure it's really dead down there

name 3 things that make you happy

i. discovering new fetishes ii. my partner system iii. animals

do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

its a fool's errand to try and define our surroundings with our limited perception. radio exists. anything is possible.

favourite thing about the day?

the kids playing on the street loud enough to hear from inside.

favourite things about the night?

the quiet coolness.

are you a spiritual person?

that part of me ain't dead yet

say 3 things about someone you love

i. prevailing ii. patient iii. not appreciated enough

say 3 things about someone you hate

when will it ever be enough for you? nothing can learn you. nothing will.

what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

trying again.

fave season and why?

autumn. bugs are going away, coats are coming out. halloween and thanksgiving. the bus is going by again.

fave colour and why?

pink, green, and black. they're just nice to look at.

any nicknames?

i get called lee more often than not.

do you collect anything?

records, tarot decks, stuffed animals.

what do you do when you’re sad?

attempt to logicize if i can help it.

what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

a live set for my current favorite artist

are you messy or organised?

messily organized

how many tabs do you have open right now?

one pinned, three unpinned

any hobbies?

writing, art, producing music

any pet peeves?

sloppy eaters

do you trust easily?

i'm working on trying to. i can be paranoid, but i don't want to be

are you an open book or do you have walls up?

i think i have more walls up than i realize

share a secret

i'm currently organizing with a stranger to have her steal a dog being neglected by someone in my neighborhood

fave song at the moment?

the only time (nin)

youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?

dollar tree dinners. the sheer culinary efficiency and humble kindness...

any bad habits?

worthless martyrdom.

[tul1ps1]

i know this isnt my usual posts. sorry.

tw tw tw tw tw

i need to get stuff off my mind. i genuinely dont know what to do anymore. my life is falling apart day by day. and im sitting back and watching it happen. im letting it happen. im not sure what to do about it. everyday im in a constant battle with my mind. everyday i struggle to get out of bed and go to school. even though im fighting my own shit, i go to school energetic and happy. because who wants to deal with someone gloomy. i try my best to put everyone elses mood up, to be that person who you can be happy with. i never will be that friend who brings your mood down just because im feeling down. thats the type of person i am. but at the end of the day, its never enough is it? im never going to be enough for anyone or anything. that feeling of giving up is consuming me. i cant keep doing this anymore. my life is a constant cycle. i dont feel real. i havent been feeling real recently. theres times i just stop and feel faint, and everything goes back to normal. i dont know what it is. im not appreciated enough. no one checks up on me. in order to keep my friendships i have to contact first. ive gave up on that too, and of course, that friendship ends up being extremely distant. im tired of putting in so much effort for people who wont put the same energy back. yet its the complete opposite when it comes down to my family. that i stopped putting in effort a long time ago. i stopped caring how im treated or about repairing relationships. its funny how someone you live with could be so distant from you. i feel unheard. i feel like no one truly knows me. not even myself. i dont understand myself either. maybe one day i will.

the truth is, even though i put up an act, i cant do it all alone. genuinely i wish someone would reach out and check up on me. but deep down i know that will never happen. so i will continue to answer with “im okay” whenever someone does ask me if anythings wrong. because i know ill get through it. because im the type of person to keep everything to myself until it all bottles up and comes out one random night or day. i find comfort in my sadness. will i be sad for the rest of my life? will i ever find and experience true happiness without the heavy feeling in my heart. without worrying that i will find myself back in this same position? ill be okay. i know i will. being alone and picking myself up whenever i fall apart makes me stronger in a way. but in many ways im also very weak. i dont know how to handle my own problems. and i carry other peoples problems as well a my own. if i dont do it, who will? i genuinely wonder if there would be a difference if i just left. if im gone, it wouldnt really affect anyone. sure i know people would be confused because why would a energetic and happy person like me end their own life? maybe then everyone would notice what i truly was feeling. maybe all the problems and burdens ive caused would leave this world with me.

[deceasedreese]

Predictions, Hopes, and Headcannons for Watching and Dreaming

Flashbacks!!!

Orgins of both The Collector and the Titans. I would love to know more about both of their species and about King's father

Caleb Wittebane AND Evelyn Clawthorne. I need to know what these two sound like. Even if its just for a second. Give me more reasons to feel sad that Caleb is gone, leaving Evelyn a widow and single parent.

Manny Noceda. Not sure how that would be integrated into the narrative. Maybe and unconcious Luz getting advice/motivation from her Papi?

Belos. Im a lover of angst, so I would love to see the entire process of him deciding he needed to kill Caleb.

Callback(s) to A Lying Witch and a Warden

"Do not underestimate me ______. For I am Luz Noceda, _______ ...Now eat this sucka!" Luz delivering the final blow.

"And that's the end!" I could totally see the series ending with Luz retelling this entire story to her children. To witchlings, human children, etc. I think it would be cute!

Awesome animation!!

There are only two things I can think of that would get the majority of the animation budget.

A fight scene.

Luz reuniting with King and Eda. I will cry many, many tears.

Or...we get both 🤷🏻👀

Raine's possession

As I stated in a previous post, Eda is now the spitting image of Evelyn. I wouldn't be surprised is Belos tries to hurt her. I would like to think they would stop him before he is able to but idk...

I also like to think they'll prevent Belos from actually harming Eda, the kids, etc.

They'll be 'unpossessed' with the help of the Collector

However, I think the main people Belos will be aiming to hurt would be Luz, Eda, or Hunter. Yet, he might also hurt King, Willow, Amity, Gus, and/or Camila to hurt them.

I don't think Raine will walk out of this without a few scars. Specifically on their ear and cheek

Lumity

I NEED an "I love you." from Luz. Amity has been the one to initiate everything in their relationship. She asked Luz out, she always gives initiates physical affection, etc. I would love for Luz to initiate this one.

A call back to Good Witch Azura 2.

Im sure there will be parallels of this entire scene alone, but I'll be awaiting the angst that is to come.

Future Lumity! I need to see these two older. Even as adults maybe. I live for this relationship due to it being such a revolutionary thing. A healthy, happy sapphic couple. Maybe they both subtlely got rings on their finger 👀

Huntlow

I dont think the plotline of Hunter being a grimwalker was resolved. I think Willow will pull him aside and talk to him about it. Saying what he is changes nothing about how she feels about him.

And then he'll say something about loving the person she is. How grateful he is for her, etc.

Reunions!

Luz, King, and Eda. I'll cry. Especially if it's something like this:

Amity and Alador; Willow and Gilbert and Harvey; Gus and Perry; Lilith and Hooty; Clawthorne family reunion

All the Hexside kids with their parents

King and The Collector

I really feel like there will be a confrontation later that will go along the lines of:

The Collector: You betrayed me! If you don't ____, I'll-

King: Or you'll what? Kill me? Just like your people did to my dad? My entire species??

I think it would be cute if the Collector was integrated into the relationship King has with Luz. Unique sibling trio for the win!

King letting The Collector hold François

Epilogue

Luz having her quinceñera. All her friends and family are there. Eda, Camila, and Amity dance with her.

Or if they do flash-foward: Everyone just living their lives.

Hunter carving palismen and living his best life. Helping young witches carve their own. Maybe he'll even carve his own palisman when he's ready. I am certain it will be a bird.

Gus being an ambassador* of the human realm. *: wreaking havoc. Occasionally accompanied by Luz, Willow, and/or Hunter. I could also see him as an Illusionist instructor.

Willow being a coach for grugby at Hexside. Helping to lift up young witches confidence and self-esteem.

Amity not working for the family business at all. Maybe a teacher or as a librarian.

Maybe all of them just work at Hexside lol

Raeda being old gays. I will simply NOT accept either of them dying. That's a hate crime.

Lumity and Huntlow adults

An actual scene of people going to therapy. Maybe someone leaves and tags the next person in lol

A parallel to this scene:

Luz has gone through a lot. But she made it through a better and wiser person witch. She can just be embracing what her life is now in TBI before flying back home to Amity and/or Eda and King.

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Will likely add more later lol

Feel free to do it too!

[errorthedumbone]

Michael Mitch is a bat family oc (find some stuff if you want to know on @erroritserror )

Rover is @ezzyraccoon 's. Idk why I made this-

Rover: "so how many bat-family is there?"

Micheal: "a lot. But I can name everyone for you"

Rover: "....ok..."

Micheal: "there is Alfred. He is the butler, the first to know who batman was and is the best cook you will ever meet."

Rover: "Terrance would be friends with him..."

Michael: "then there is Bruce Wayne. He is a rich billionaire that adopted me and my siblings. He is in public a rich play boy but at night he is a crime fighting vigilante. He didn't plan to have any kids but here we are. Anyways Bruce is a good guy....most of the time-"

Rover: "what do you me-"

Micheal: "THEN there is Dick Grayson! Raised in a circus, first robin, saw his parents die infront of him. Sad stuff. But kind and funny goof, probably the most traumatizing past not including me! He is now Nightwing and a big loving older brother!"

Rover "...well damn-..."

Micheal: "first batgirl aka Barbara Gordon was the daughter of a cop and she is in a wheelchair because joker broke into her house and shot her. So yeah- acts like a big sister to us. Bruce basically adopted her."

Micheal: "then Jason Todd. 2nd robin now a anti hero that is a huge foodie, me and tim are cool with him. His mom was a doctor that sold drugs and his dad was a small criminal that left to get the milk. Jason was also beaten by a crowbar to death by joker"

Rover: "do you all have trauma from clowns and circuses?"

Micheal: "yeah pretty much-"

Micheal: "Tim Drake was the 3nd robin, now red Robin...Yumm, he is smartest of us, lived a good ish childhood, his parents died- he is also is coffee addict and very sleep deprived. Don't ask the last time he slept!"

Rover: "should Bruce be-"

Micheal: "we all are sleep deprived Rov. Anyways there is Steph brown. Tim's ex, was the first female robin. Was second batgirl, smart gal, her dad tried to kill her many many many times, faked her death before, all that."

Rover: "im- do all of yo not have parents or have crappy parents?"

Micheal: "yep!"

Michael: "Cassandra Cain, 3nd batgirl, now is orphan (I think-) was trained without language so she doesn't talk much, she can read movements to tell what you are gonna do next. Doesnt understand everything but is badass!

Rover: "...wow-...im kind- wait is that all of the family?"

Micheal: "not even close. Anyway now their is Damian Wayne. The 4th robin, obsessed with animals, the only vegan, filled with rage pretty much, trained by the league of assassins. Mother is one of the leaders, Bruce's only biological child. And kinda a snappy kid but fun to hang with at times"

Rover: "sounds like tea and Elizabeth"

Micheal: "im not gonna ask who they are! Anyways Duke! Called The Signal, the first mutant in the family I think, the only bat person that has a good sleep schedule mostly because he works on the day. But very sweet and cheerful dude, also his mom is insane because of joker and he is trying to get her to at least remember who he is"

Rover: "their goes the joker trauma-... Holy shit your family is hu- wait what about bat woman?"

Micheal: "oh yeah she isn't important-"

Rover: "batwing?"

Micheal: "oh! He is another batman. Alfrican soldier that is another version of batman but he has a different kids suit, he is retired now but he i think had the most teched used suit then all of us"

Rover: "your family is huge, is there more?"

Micheal "yeah. Oh there is a lot!"

Rover: "cute..."

Correct me on any mistakes I made. I want to make sure I did all that right

Also the reason why I didn't do batwoman is because I dont know much about her-

This took me so fucking long-

[skiasurveys]

What are some tropes/settings/concepts that you like in horror movies/books? psychological

Are there any objects that you own because of what they are rather than what you use them for? (For example, having a piano to have a piano rather than to play it or having an Eames chair because it is an Eames chair, etc.) no i’m poor

Who do you tend to compare yourself to most often? Is it someone in your life, someone online, or some composite idea of a person? people my age or younger

Stripes or polka dots? neither

Do you care if people touch you when they’re talking to you? i guess? it depends on who.

What is your gender? Do you think that people think it's obvious? Im a female. Im sure its obvious

How long did your first date last? which one? 😭

Highlight of your day? getting a blizzard

Is everything working in your house? I guess so

Does pop give you energy? Caffeine i guess

TV show you love with a passion? The last of us currently.

Do you think you learned anything from the worst night of your life? Yeah. even if I dont think so at the time, I always learn

Is it safe to say you own over 20 pairs of shoes? Nope. Maybe like 7?

Last time you went to 7-eleven? oh i dont even remember, I used to go all the time when I lived right behind one, but now I hardly go.

A fast food restaurant that you hate with a passion? I dont think I hate any with a passion, but i dont like arbys or five guys

Does everyone in your family have a job? Pretty much, yeah

Going anywhere this weekend? nope

What does it mean when you're being quiet? it can be different..sometimes im quiet bc im depressed, sad and tired and sometimes its because im busy

Last person you had a face-to-face conversation with? My mom.

How late did you stay up last night? I think 2 am

How many times have you been in love? never

How many years older than you would you date someone? It depends, maybe 10?

What was the last thing you pinky swore on? Idk

Are there a lot of mirrors in your house? Like 8

About how old was the last person that hit on you? I i think 25-28?

What color are your headphones? white

Is the fan on? Nope

Any special reason why you’re taking this survey? nope. I used to do these all the time, then stopped and just began to do them again lol

Your friend needs you to run to the store to get a pregnancy test. Do you? Yes of course, then I need the story lmao

Do you like the opposite sex to be dominant or you the one in control? dominant..hehe

If I asked you to point to Ohio on a map of the US do you think you could? Yep. i think

[TW: EATING DISORDER] Do you eat a lot of food? Not really? Like sometimes I have days where I eat more than I should, but on average nah.

Have your parents ever tried to control your relationship? not rly.

Have you ever had to give someone directions before? yes and hated it.

Have you ever babysat a newborn baby before? Not a new born

When was the last time you held someone’s hand? a few weeks ago but ot was platonic

What is your favorite Disney movie of all time? The Lion King. <- me too!! or Encanto

Which room of your house/apartment do you spend the most time in? my office or bedroom

Which insect do you find the most beautiful? Bumble Bees

Is there a substance you avoid at all costs? If so, what is it and why? Not rly

Is there a place that you might call your second home? Nope

Is there a piece of jewelry that you feel naked without? No

What’s the sweetest thing someone’s done for you? My friend bought me flowers on Valentines day. she doesnt even live in the same country.

Which wild animals are a common sight in your area? Birds, squirrels, coyotes, bunnies, wild cats sometimes

Do you recognize friends’/family’s vehicles by sound? no lol

What was the last thing that stressed you out or upset you? dental work

Do you wish people would forgive you for your past so you could move on? Yeah but I feel like I need to forgive myself and others more

Who was your first roommate? my ex boyfriend

Do you have a sibling who looks like you? my sister looks nothing like me but sometimes we have certain qualities

[TW: CHILD/PREGNANCY LOSS] Name three women you know who have lost a child. Sasha, Micha, and my Grandma

Which nationalities have you been told you look like? (i.e., Asian, Irish) I get told I look Hispanic but I dont see it 😭

What book are you currently reading? nothing i need to read again

Have you ever received any scary, threatening messages on social media? Yes.

Who was your first kiss? brandon

Who are three of your favorite YouTubers to watch? Game Grumps, kurtis conner, safiya nygaard

What do you miss about high school? seeing friends every day

What color was your first car? white

What color was the house you grew up in? it’s this teal blue colour

Growing up, what floor was your bedroom on? top floor until i was 12 then basement

Does your bedroom have carpet? Yeah.

What are the top three travel destinations on your bucket list? Iceland, new york, italy

Do you get heartburn? I occasionally get it

What are three things you are known for on social media? graphic design , stan acc and traumacore

What is your Instagram account name?

Have you ever used Snapchat? yes but only for pics

Did you want to be famous when you were younger? yes

First celebrity you were obsessed with? joe jonas lol.

First celebrity crush? joe jonas ☹️

What was something unique about you as a kid?

nothing !!

Were you ever goth/emo? yes but not fully bc my parents wouldn’t let me lol

Do you want any more piercings? yus