#neither of them get the love they deserve

[allinduetimethefirst]

Of all the things I go back to to make a fucking chaos internet post response to its spontaneous hyperfixation hours

I'm telling you that Jonathan Sims originally was a terrified man amongst people infinitely more confident and experienced than he in a role that he could barely believe he deserved, so much so that he forced himself to put on a brave front to the point of outright rejecting any reality of the things he read having any grain of truth, and slowly but surely that rejection of the truth was whittled down or used against him until every single point of his being was covered in evidence of what scared him and it consumed him entirely.

I'm telling you that Martin Blackwood was a man who so absolutely cared for those around him to the point that he would sacrifice himself for those people no matter the consequences of doing so, and it left him entirely out of the loop of what could be happening to those that he loved and those that loved him to the point that his idea of protection became completely and utterly flipped on its head.

I'm telling you that Jonathan stumbled upon something he should never have had the chance to have, because of the foolish whims of mortals and the devious plans of a being outside of his scope, and became hopelessly trapped by a plan that gently nudged him in all of the right ways towards the ending that Jon's every move in life was tainted, and rather than believe that he could possibly rid the world of the mess he caused and live among people again with it, he decided the option that would bring it all to a complete stop would be the only way to handle it.

I'm telling you that the closest they could get to escape was a cabin in the woods and even then it was brought with them because Jonathan had been manufactured to feed off of the very thing he hates, and because of that fact the closest thing they had to an escape was cut infinitely shorter than it could have been.

I'm telling you that without the trauma that they both incurred together and everything that they had to go through, Jon and Martin would not have even been compatible with each other. Martin's crush may have been around, but Jon's opinion of Martin took the elimination of basic social norms to even lighten considerably. The only path that brought them together was the path that led them to devastation.

I'm telling you that Sasha was swept out from under their noses, causing Jon to desperately cling to the concept of keeping the rest safe. Martin didn't discover it until much later, and was left to mourn a memory he could only be sure was false. They both lost Tim in the same incident, Jon living through it happening, and Martin thought he lost Jon too. Daisy was nearly entirely doomed and Jon nearly died trying to make sure she wasn't lost forever, only for her to sacrifice herself for everyone else and be killed in front of their eyes later. Georgie and Melanie both withdrew from the group before things got too bad and left them isolated and alone for the umpteenth time. Basira left Jonathan so many times that neither could consider themselves close enough for more than bare trust. Everyone they were ever close to disappeared or died and the only things that became reliable and known and certain were the other.

I'm telling you that Jonathan brought the entire universe to the end and was pulling it over a cliff, and his love for Martin was all that stopped him from destroying it, granting him an act that would be considered selfish by the standards of the multiverse but in every other sense saved the lives of billions, and it meant that Martin had to destroy the only person that had been there through it all and shown him that love could be pure and sweet and giggly and not just the uncertain and conditional situation that his mother had left him in.

I'm telling you that they both expected to die forever in that moment, Jon and Martin, together, and that escape was impossible from the moment Jon entered the archives, and that if either of them lived, together or alone, they would continually be haunted by what had followed them, if not actively be tousling within it yet again, and that the tragedy lies in that their love was there, but it could never survive when it was created solely to die.

That is what I am telling you.

So. I just finished The Magnus Archives.

You’re telling me that Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, began his journey from such a place of uncertainty and desperation to prove himself worthy of the title, and ended as the embodiment of everything that tormented him?

You’re telling me that Martin Blackwood, who held so much love for the people around him, unintentionally paved the way for his lover’s desperate martyrdom?

You’re telling me Jon was marked for this from childhood, manipulated by forces older and greater than civilization to bring such harm upon the world that the only solution he could see was to end it?

You’re telling me there was no escape for them?

You’re telling me they could have lived happily together, but they could never have taken that path because it lies contrary to who they are?

You’re telling me Jon and Martin had everything and everyone slowly and agonizingly ripped away from them until they had nothing left but each other, until neither one could fathom surviving without the other?

You’re telling me that Martin and Jon kissed at the center of a collapsing reality, then Martin felt the life leave Jon’s body as he stabbed the only living person he loved?

You’re telling me there is a chance they are Somewhere Else, but that would mean they never escaped the Fears and never will?

You’RE TELLING ME-

[agirlwithglam]

things confident people do, part 1

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 1) when someone compliments them, they say thank you.

WOAH mind-boggling right! they don't self depreciate themselves by going "no no im so ugly" or whatever, but they don't say something like "yeah i know." either. show your gratitude, but don't let it get to your brain.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 2) take care of themselves.

they make sure to show themselves just as much love as they show everyone else because they know they deserve it just as much as anyone else.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 3) they show up for themselves.

when they say something, they do it. when they want something, they work to get it. when you feel sad and hurt, you yourself should be the first person to come and support yourself.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 4) they walk and sit with good posture

confident people know that they don't shouldn't have to make themselves invisible for anyone. it may be scary at first to be walking around looking straight instead of hunched over, but just btw u look rly lame being hunched over. stand up girl.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 5) they take up space

because they know they are allowed to. they know they deserve it. why would they try to become smaller? for who are you doing that for? literally no one cares and it just looks pathetic. take up space honey, you're allowed to.

GIF by cherrylipssara1

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 6) you like what you see in the mirror

when i look in the mirror, no matter how i look- whether im sweating and crusty musty dusty or even all glammed up- i always love myself. why? because i know that i am not what i look like. i know i am beautiful, but that is not the only admirable thing about me!

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 7) do what scares the crap out of u!!

or basically, step outside your comfort zone. do things that the previous you wouldn't even think of doing, and do it proudly, and do it alone! (me for example, recently i did the most scariest thing ever that i was dreading the entire day and when i did oh my god i was so proud of myself!! esp since i did it alone as well!)

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 8) is not scared of being alone.

who cares? literally who cares? confident people know that no one cares. people look at you because they may be curious or just looking around, but then you don't stay in their mind all day, okay? other people couldn't care less and neither should u!

[yandere-sins]

How about yan!Kaeya making reader believe he's going to babytrap them? Him all, "If you have my child, you can't leave" while his darling is helplessly bound and begging for him to not do it. (he won't, of course, he's not ready for kids but causing them that fear is Delightful to him)

Mmm, yum! I see the appeal! Thanks for requesting!

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Breathing heavily, neither of you was in a position to talk.

Kaeya watched as your chest kept rising and falling, your nipples surrounded by marks of this teasing and swaying with the motion, abused and swollen, beckoning him close again. There was nothing Kaeya wanted more than to get lost in the daze with you, feel your soft and wet cunt wrapped around his cock while he made you moan with his wandering hands and obedient tongue.

But as much as he loved your long, passionate lovemaking sessions, he knew what you needed afterward. Yet, he couldn't quite get up and give you the aftercare you deserved, all his strength having vanished with his own release, the liquid sprawled across your stomach.

Your pussy still dripped with spurts of your own cum, lips puffy and emitting the heat that could make even the Kaeya Alberich lose his mind. It truly was a sight for the Archons. You were the epitome of sexy, seductive, and tempting, making Kaeya's mouth water for a taste of you. Not a day passed where he regretted his decision to take you home with him and lock you up, so he was the only one to get to be with you. Every day was manageable, knowing he'd end up next to you at night, your presence healing a small part of all the pain and hurt he carried with him at all times.

You, unfortunately, disagreed.

"You disgusting piece of--"

"Ah, welcome back to the realm of the living, darling."

You let out a huff of breath, a mixture of exhaustion and ridicule, your head slowly rolling to the side to glare at Kaeya, who sat grinning between your spread legs, gently massaging the one thigh laid across his own.

"You are the worst! Scum! Complete trash!"

"That's not what you called me while you came on my cock, though."

Scoffing, Kaeya could tell you were almost done with your anger, a reoccurring emotion after every intense encounter you two had. Emotions tended to run high between you two, and he got used to it. It still hurt, though. He couldn't deny this.

"You'll pay for this," you slurred, your adorable, befuddled glare barely intimidating when you were fucked out of your mind. Like this, you were almost cuter than normally—perhaps because it was Kaeya who made you this way. You were only this cute because of him. For him.

But like always, even he got tired of your anger. Relationships, right?

"You'll regret ever kidnapping me! I'll get out, and you'll lose everything! They'll lock you up, and I'll make sure you don't get to see the light of day ever again, you bastard--"

"Right, right," Kaeya agreed for the sake of settling the argument. His hand reached out, fingertips dipping in the slowly drying jizz on top of your belly, creating such wonderful marks of possession. Undoubtedly, if anybody saw you like this—which he wouldn't allow anyone to do but himself—they'd think he took great care of you, making sure you were well-fed and well-fucked. What more could you possibly want?

"All those assumptions, I wonder how you'd want to prove them?"

Rubbing the cum between his fingers, it drew soft strings as he pulled them apart, slowly dripping off in front of the smile that crept on his lips. A new idea formed in his head, one that would afflict delicious torture to your mind. Torture that would draw you closer to him, make your demeanor softer, and mend the wounds your denial slashed into his soul.

Lowering his hand, he held it suspiciously close to your lower lips, just inches away from your sopping cunt, and you shuffled in your bonds, twisting your hips to get away.

"Who do you think they'll believe if you get pregnant?"

"That's not funny, Kaeya! Get that shit away from me!"

However, instead, Kaeya's hand kept encroaching, causing your movements to become more and more erratic as you tried to avoid his cum-stained fingers. Although there was a good chance nothing would happen, you both had been surprisingly vigilant to not accidentally get pregnant. It was too much trouble and too much work, and neither of you was in a position where you could risk it. Neither did you want his child and to co-parent with him for all their life, nor did he want to share you and risk losing something as precious as you were.

"You think they'll believe a disheveled, hysteric person over their trusted Cavalry Captain? Will they assume I am as crazy as you make me out to be or that you just want to frame me so you can get a lot of money from me?"

"I get it! You can stop this now!"

Your voice grew softer now that you felt threatened by him. Agreeable, docile, sweet. Kaeya wanted more of it, the tremble in your words silken on his mind like honey running down his throat. If he could make you confess your love—even if it was out of fear—there would be no holding back for him, but that was exactly what he wanted.

"They'd lock you up while I'd be the scorned, pitiful boyfriend that is out of his mind with worry for you. I'd visit you daily, bring you food and clothes, and make sure the baby is alright. You'd never get rid of me. I'd always be involved with you or the child. I'd have you back before you could even blink, and I never repeat a mistake."

Pressing his palm against your cunt, you whimpered, the threat of his semen-smeared fingers much too close for comfort. One dip in, and there would be a real chance all the doubts he planted with his words would come true. Kaeya's grin widened as your expression began to falter in worry and fear, another delicious sight, meaning you were so close to caving. He wasn't going to actually do it, but you didn't know that. After everything, you always assumed the worst, never bothering to ask him what he wanted. Your mistake, really.

It made you so easy to manipulate.

"Don't you want to, baby? Be all round and swollen, feeling our child kick, and have me massage your breasts since they'll be so heavy with milk? Are you not excited at the prospect of living with me forever, caring for the kid, and giving them a sibling or two? Would that not be so fun, taking our relationship to the next stage?"

And there it was. Subtle as the sun rising and falling over the day, you conceded, turning your head away ever so slightly and closing your eyes in defeat. Kaeya had learned to read you many nights ago. Learned that sometimes "stop" meant "more" and that you could be placid and coy when you wished for things to go your way, overjoyed that your "plot" worked on him when really, it was Kaeya stringing you along.

"--don't."

"Hm? I'm sorry I didn't catch that."

"Please don't," you repeated meekly, the propitiation in your voice causing gratification to soothe his ego. "I don't want to be pregnant! I didn't really... didn't really mean what I said."

"Mhm, I see," Kaeya hummed, faking his thoughtfulness as he pressed his palm a bit harder against the warmth of your pussy. He had to leave an impact you wouldn't forget so quickly if this punishment was supposed to further your relationship. "Do you still think I'm scum?"

Biting your lip, Kaeya could watch the inner fight you had with yourself not to reply snarkily. Watching your fight die down as he pressed his hand a bit lower, dangerously close to your entrance, immediately shutting up your inner thoughts, was hilarious. At the same time, the control almost went to his head, knowing all the things he could do to you at that moment.

"N-No! You're... you're alright. I was just upset, sorry."

Delicious. All good teasing had to end, even though there was much more to fish for in this situation. However, compared to the last few times you two had this argument, you had relented much quicker with the threat of pregnancy looming in the air than ever before. It was almost like he had slowly chipped away at your resolve, and just now, a big piece broke out of the wall you built around yourself.

"It's fine~" Kaeya chimed forgivingly, immediately withdrawing his hand and rubbing off his cum on your leg across his lap. Wasted opportunity, but it did the job.

"You know I can't be mad with you, darling," he mumbled, purposefully using the same hand to cup your face and rub your cheek as he leaned closer, forcing your head up. Your eyes shot open, anger and more resistance sparking in them momentarily before it died down, too, turning into frustration. Perhaps more than him, you were angry with yourself. Enraged, you had to appease him just to get your way. But Kaeya only heard the walls continue to break, chip by chip, slowly but surely, as he leaned down to kiss you.

You weakly reciprocated, just enough to satisfy him, but it was indeed enough for him. Every little hint of affection willingly given was proof that there was love inside you. Even if fear and hatred had wrapped around it like barricades, he knew it was there, waiting for Kaeya to pull it out and set it free. Soon, you'd cling to him like he did to you, and he couldn't wait to be needed by you like the air you breathed.

"Are you hungry?" he asked softly, brushing your hair aside. "Thirsty? Want a bath?"

"A bath," you immediately replied, almost too quickly. Kaeya grinned some more, knowing you just wanted to get rid of the possibility of him knocking you up anyhow by washing off the cum clinging to you almost as possessively as he was.

"Your wish is my command," he announced solemnly, almost coaxing a laugh from you. Almost.

Maybe if you two had children, you'd laugh more and be happier. Perhaps your features would soften when you looked at the father of your children. Or you'd cuddle with him as you two watched them play and be merry. But who was he to think about this?

You weren't ready yet, and by the Archons, neither was he. But the idea did settle in his mind, how wonderful it would be if this love you two shared accumulated in something new, something wonderful.

Shaking his head, he picked you up from the bed after loosening your restraints, carrying you to the bathroom, ready to fulfill your wishes and make you happy. He could do this without the need of anyone else, just like he swore the day he decided it had to be you who waited for him at home. Had to be you who received all this misguided, toxic love that burned inside of him. As if this idea of children and a family could ever come to fruition when you two barely went a day without arguing and manipulating each other.

As if he'd ever share you with anyone.

[merbear25]

Are your requests open again?! 😃

If so, may I please request headcanons for Sanji, Mihawk, and Shanks reacting to their girlfriend making them a gift basket like this?

Awww what a cute gift to give them! I hope you like it! 💜💜

CW: SFW, fem!reader, established relationship, fluff, headcanons

Gifting them a Valentine’s Day basket (Sanji, Mihawk, Shanks)

Sanji

How could his heart not skip a beat when being gifted anything by you. His darling girlfriend had him in mind while putting a basket together? 

Didn’t matter what the contents were, frankly. Just knowing he was on your mind was enough to send his heart soaring that much higher for you.

He favored the skin care products, seeing as he wanted to keep himself looking and smelling good for his special woman.

Those candy bars were a nice addition, though he wouldn’t dare not share them with you. If you allowed him, he’d adore hand feeding you some of the chocolates. 

Watching your delicate lips’ gentle movements at the tip of his fingers was something he could never tire of.

That freshly shaven face with the rosy scent of the aftershave you gave him left you no choice but to pepper him in soft kisses. There was no chance he’d leave you without sweet affections in return.

Chocolate covered kisses and warm embraces, he nearly forgot to give you your gift. He carefully removed it from its hiding place and watched in delight as your eyes lit up.

Mihawk

Despite his stare at the basket you gave him, it wasn’t one that carried judgement. He was difficult to read at times, something you were already well aware of.

His steady eyes then flickered to your waiting expression. A genuine, albeit monotoned, thank you carried over to you. Your sincere pleasure at his appreciation warmed him in ways only you were capable of.

Although the present was decked out in gaudy hearts to match the holiday, there was a certain charm to it. 

Perhaps it was solely to do with the fact that you were the one to give it to him, but he came to like those little pink and red symbols.

The skin care and shaving set were very much appreciated. He took a bit of pride in maintaining his appearance, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love the extra attention he got from his girlfriend whenever he used products that smelled “manly” as you put it.

The chocolate was an unexpected enjoyment. He shared the boxed chocolates with you but would split the candy bars only if you asked.

Not having suspected you’d surprise him with a gift, he quickly threw together a bouquet. Even with it being a last minute gift, he put thought into the arrangement, leaving you feeling loved and adored just as you deserved.

Shanks

He was deeply touched by the fact you got him something. Neither of you had discussed getting a present for the other, but knowing you were thinking of him just as much as he was of you meant the world to him.

With the excitement sparkling in the air, he couldn’t wait. He ran to fetch the gift he’d gotten for you. Now it was his turn to witness the surprise on your face.

You could tell how much time he’d put into it: some of your favorite things were included, those which you only mentioned once to him in passing about the flavor or scent.

His face lit up once more at the sheer happiness beaming from you, and he couldn’t hold back from kissing your cheeks with soft adoration.

Seeing as you both had included snacks in your gifts, it would be a shame not to indulge in them together.

That night was spent cuddled up on the sofa, taking turns feeding each other between the soft cuddles and pecks on the lips.

He surprisingly liked the scent you’d picked out for him for the skin care products, often to the extent of using too much of it. There were a few times you had to remind him that it was too much of a good thing.

[superkooku]

Ok, I started off by commenting this but now I want to reblog so I can add more thoughts.

I already said that Basil deserves better in my opinion (with a bit of humor too), but that doesn't mean I think he's faultless, just that getting murked by the person you love is horrible.

But this love isn't a healthy normal one, but rather the kind OP described.

Basil was obsessed with an ideal of perfection that just didn't exist. He valued Dorian's appealing appearance over anything else, including the MANY red flags that were all in his face.

He saw how Sybil took her own life right after Dorian went to talk to her, how all these people who met him saw their lives ruined and yet, when he finally recognized them, he went all "I can fix him". (Because he was pretty. That's it.)

This book is a tragedy. And like all tragedies, everyone involved is flawed (and interesting to read about). It's just that some flaws are more in your face either because the character appears more or because these flaws are just more blatant. Dorian fits both criterias but that doesn't remove our good ol' painter's imperfections.

Listen, I think Henry should open his mouth less often. But saying Basil is pure just doesn't really fit, imo.

Was it romance ? Probably (100% one-sided though). A healthy one ? No. For neither of them, even though Basil ultimately got the short end of the stick.

(also, that bit about Dorian wanting emotional validation is something I didn't notice yet. Well observed)

One of my Dorian Gray hot takes is that there was absolutely nothing in Dorian and Basil's relationship that was healthy. I keep seeing posts like "Basil's love for Dorian was so pure, that's why the portrait was so pretty and the real villain of the story is Wotton because he corrupted it"

As I see it, yes, Wotton did corrupt him, but saying Basil's feelings for Dorian were pure is simply inaccurate to the story. Basil says himself he merely sees Dorian as an artistic ideal [Dorian Gray is to me simply a motive in art. I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours. That is all; ch1] and admitted he (a 10 year older man, who had power over him) tried to isolate him from other people and "keep him to himself". Furthermore, Basil also plays a big role in the way Dorian sees himself and his beauty, by painting him everyday and not maintaining any conversation with him, he's indirectly reaffirming what Wotton tells him: people only care about you because you're pretty and young. There is also this scene from the second chapter:

Dorian Gray turned and looked at him. "I believe you would, Basil. You like your art better than your friends. I am no more to you than a green bronze figure. Hardly as much, I dare say.

The painter stared in amazement. It was so unlike Dorian to speak like that. What had happened? He seemed quite angry. His face was flushed and his cheeksburning.

"Yes," he continued, "I am less to you than your ivory Hermes or your silver Faun. You will like them always. How long will you like me? Till I have my first wrinkle, I suppose. I know, now, that when one loses one's good looks, whatever they may be, one loses everything. Your picture has taught me that. Lord Henry Wotton is perfectly right. Youth is the only thing worth having. When I find that I am growing old, I shall kill myself."

Hallward turned pale and caught his hand. "Dorian! Dorian!" he cried, "don't talk like that. I have never had such a friend as you, and I shall never have suchanother. You are not jealous of material things, are you?-you who are finer than any of them!"

Dorian is even dealing with a suicidal ideation over what Wotton has told him and the way Basil sees him, he needs emotional validation, he's asking to be told there's more than him than that, and Basil's reaction is just─ no. You're prettier than any other object (indirectly comparing him to one, too).

Basil's view of Dorian influences how he sees people as much as Wotton's. For example, to Dorian Sybil was only what she pretended to be, he loved her performance, her acting, how she did exactly what the public wanted (which can apply to Dorian himself), not the real her. She was only an artistic ideal to him, she meant to him exactly what Dorian meant to Basil. He ignored her desires, pain and everything not related to what he wanted to see, since that's what he's been taught he must appreciate.

I also disagree with the interpretation of the portrait as a "pure" reflection of Basil's love (I would personally rather describe it as an obsession, though) and Dorians soul because it's not. At least not entirely. Part of the point of the book is that everyone only saw the part of Dorian they wanted: the portrait represents Basil's idolized version of him, what he wanted to see and how he refused to see Dorian as a person instead of an artistic ideal. That's why he tried to make him redeem himself, because he hated seeing his version of Dorian shatter into pieces. It was never Dorian entirely, not even after aging terribly because that's the result of Basil and Wotton's influence. The portrait was not his soul, it was a modified version of it other people played with because nobody cared about the whole thing, and the influence was so big those parts became his whole being. So it was just an idolized, molded version at first but turned into his real self with the time and the sins. Dorian's soul (the portrait) was constructed upon what others appreciated about him, so when Wotton motivated him to sin, because Dorian's potential to be terrible was what mattered to him, it became ugly and terrible. There was absolutely nothing pure about that portrait since day 1.

[mrsouprnova]

Guys where are you getting jayces love language being physical touch

If it is not quality time, then viktor is big and buff.

He hugs viktor like 3 times, he doesnt even touch mel that much, just kinda sleeps with her then lays in her lap a couple times

Maybe im just rabid and desperately need a hug but that looks like average touching to me.

The fact you guys are going "omg he loves physical touch"

over

"Omg he spends hours with viktor in the lab each night, discussing, theorising, and talking over their next invention, staying up untill hes forced to carry viktor to bed or untill viktors forced to throw a blanket over his shoulders"

Is insane

YOU WANT THEM TO SIMPLY HUG INSTEAD OF SPENDING HOURS ALONE TOGETHER MAKING PROGRESS ON THE ONE GOAL THE SHARE TOGTHER?!?!

also i like to imagine that neither of them are too big on touch (but enjoy it) bc theyre so used to working in labs together and subconsciously are avoiding cross contamination lol

Also i will not be hearing "omg jayce is a golden retriever!!!" After he chooses to shoot viktor instead of talking to him and doesnt encourage viktor at all after viktor says jayce deserves ALL the spotlight for THEIR invention. He's also kind of inconsiderate at times esp that whole "THEYRE FROM THE UNDERCITY😱😱😡😡" schtick. He's helpeful sure but only when HE sees the problem or you blatantly tell him

He's a GERMAN SHEPHARD. He loves it when you spend time with him, he wants to be a lapdog, but hes work orientated. He wants to be more loving but is busy. He's a little impulsive and doesnt realise his strength a lot of the time, but he just wants to spend time with you and make sure youre doing ok.

CASE CLOSED.

(I alwo will not be hearing "viktor is a black cat" he is a tabby cat and you know it.)

[remcycleskip]

I got an ask about it and thus an excuse to yap about them, I think you deserve one too.

share your clancybearer headcanons now 🔪 HAND EM OVER

I was literally in the middle of reading your Clancybearer HC post when you sent this lmao

Uhhhh I think 99% of these are things we've already talked about, but I always like an excuse to yap about my boys. Plus I've been wanting to start posting tøp headcanons on here anyway :)

• So first of all, I am 100% a 'Clancybearer childhood friends' truther. Clancy and TB became friends when they were around 6 years old, but were separated when they were 8. Clancy forgot about TB after a while, and it wasn't until he spent a decent amount of time with the Banditos that Clancy actually figured out TB was the friend from his childhood.

• Clancy and TB both seem confident, but neither of them actually think very highly of themselves. They think very highly of each other, though. They both consider each other to be the coolest guy in the world lol

• TB and Clancy try to keep a professional yet friendly relationship with the Banditos. Despite leading a rebellion, neither of them like being treated like authority figures (TB especially hates it. Despite all his efforts to seem like a normal guy, the Banditos can't help but idolise him).

• They both love a good joke/harmless prank. Once Clancy gets comfortable interacting with the Banditos, he and TB become an unstoppable duo of pranksters. Every new Bandito falls for their bs at least once 😔

• TB has great people skills, and Clancy has abysmal people skills. But they're both really good with kids.

• They're both terrible at dealing with their own emotions/trauma/other issues. They want to help with each other's problems, but absolutely refuse to address their own.

• What Clancy and TB have goes beyond the concepts of 'platonic' or 'romantic'. They don't even need to label their relationship tbh, they're just soulmates no matter what the nature of their relationship is. But the Banditos start to assume they're in a romantic relationship, since there's only so much cuddling, kissing, sharing a tent, etc, that they can do before everyone else starts being like 🏳️‍🌈🤨???

Ugh I have sooo many more things I could say about them but these are just some that came to my mind right now :) I'm also purposefully avoiding my ✨angsty✨ Clancybearer headcanons because if I include those, we'll be here forever lmao. But maybe I'll post some of those at some point too >:)

[4-diamonds]

I love the concept of energy vampires. Evie piques my curiosity a lot mainly because all of the other energy vampires we've seen are all borers. Evie drains people by making them pity her which is pretty unique! I wonder if she started off as a borer but branched out, found emotions to feed from that were more to her taste?

I think this is a possibility because in season 2, Colin mentions that he's starting to use humor as a form of energy draining and then by season 5 he's constantly using shitty jokes to drain energy (alongside his usual borer/irritation tactics)

I wish we had more energy vampire lore!!!!!

[beef-brisket]

Adam smiled. He hated seeing Lucifer like this, but there wasn't a second he regretted getting Lucifer's daughter back in contact with him.

Cupping Lucifer's face, he made the Devil look up at him. Wiping away his tears, he kissed his forehead.

Adam: I'll be fine, Lu. I promise. She's your daughter, she should always come first, okay? I'm not mad, or hurt. I understand.

That was a lie. He was extremely hurt. And it was taking so much willpower not to cry, but he didn't want Lucifer to feel worse.

Adam: She needs you, Luci. I... I wish my dad put me first, at least once. But he never did. I couldn't live with myself knowing I stopped you from being there for her.

Lucifer: Y-you're not stopping me, dove-.

Adam: But I'm stopping her. She's not comfortable, Lu. And I hate that I'm the cause of that, I don't want her to feel that why. Especially not around you.

Lucifer cried some more: B-But-.

Adam smiled: I'll always love you. You don't need to worry about me. I'm an adult, I can't go anywhere, okay?

Lucifer was silent. He hated this. He hated this so much.

Lucifer: C-Can I have one more night with you...? Please...?

Adam felt everything crash down around him. But he still wouldn't cry. He won't let himself. He wanted so much with Lucifer, maybe even kids, one day. But not like this, not without Charlie.

Adam nods: I-I'd love that.

-

Neither of them could sleep. They just enjoyed each other's company, and they laughed and told stories. Adam had managed not to cry all night.

Standing on Earth, Adam and Lucifer shared one last hug.

The Devil was crying and gripping Adam so hard, his claws pocked through his shirt.

Lucifer: F-Fuck- I love you.

Adam leaned down and kissed Lucifer: I love you to- but don't hold yourself back for me, okay? You're amazing, Lu. You deserve happiness. So... i-if you find someone else-.

Lucifer: There is no one else, and there never will be.

-

Standing alone in the middle of his lounge, Lucifer stared down at his phone. He felt dead. Empty. He might actually want to die.

But he couldn't. He had to suffer on.

Pressing the call button, he brought the phone to his ear.

Lucifer: Can you come round in an hour...? Thank you... see you then. Bye.

Handing uo, he elts his phone fall out of his hands. Charlie's picture still lights up the screen. He hoped this was worth it- of course it was, she was his daughter.

So why does he feel like a dead man walking?

I also really love Nun Adam. But this time let him be a real nun and Lucifer come up as the devil looking for a new human bride 👀

I'm weak for aus like this.

I love nun!Adam au's!

Maybe too much.

Who am I kidding? There's no such thing. I'm so keen for this btw!

Let's start a new rp!

[inkskinned]

one of the things about being an educator is that you hear what parents want their kids to be able to do a lot. they want their kid to be an astronaut or a ballerina or a politician. they want them to get off that damn phone. be better about socializing. stop spending so much time indoors. learn to control their own temper. to just "fucking listen", which means to be obedient.

one of the things i learned in my pedagogy classes is that it's almost always easier to roleplay how you want someone to act. it's almost always easier to explain why a rule exists, rather than simply setting the rule and demanding adherence.

i want my kids to be kind. i want them to ask me what book they should read next, and i want to read that book with them so we can discuss it. i want my kid to be able to tell me hey that hurt my feelings without worrying i'll punish them. i want my kid to be proud of small things and come running up to me to tell me about them. i want them to say "nah, i get why this rule exists, but i get to hate it" and know that i don't need them to be grateful-for-the-roof-overhead while washing the dishes. i want them to teach me things. i want them to say - this isn't safe. i'm calling my mom and getting out of this. i want them to hear me apologize when i do fuck up; and i want them to want to come home.

the other day a parent was telling me she didn't understand why her kid "just got so angry." this woman had flown off the handle at me.

my dad - traditional catholic that he is - resents my sentiment of "gentle parenting". he says they'll grow up spoiled, horrible, pretentious. granola, he spits.

i am going to be kind to them. i am going to set the example, i think. and whatever they choose become in the meantime - i'm going to love them for it.

[raikirikiri]

love the idea of obito living after the war and he’s assigned to kakashi’s guard as a type of “community service” and people will pass them in a store and obito is grumbling about how he should’ve killed kakashi, the hokage, when he had a chance and kakashi blithely points out that obito’s has had SEVERAL opportunities to kill him over the last several years. but all the villagers hear is the crazy mass murderer war criminal telling their hokage he wants to kill him and kakashi just :3 *shrugs* because if obito wanted to kill him, he would have.

[chaotic-trav]

Everyone : No rayllum proposal??? Why?? WHY?

Me who was praying it wouldn't happen : No rayllum proposal? THANK FUCKING GOD IM RELIEVED OH I WAS SO SCARED

Like look I love them being in love and crazy devoted to each other as much as the next person but really I just wanted it to end like "It's okay, they have time to grow and just be normal and just be themselves now. They don't have to rush anything, they can take their time." And they delivered, they so delivered because now they have seven years to just grow and be together and be happy and I love it. Let them have it they deserve it. Sure, I would have loved the angst if Callum died but I love this just as much. Like yeah things are great right now but that doesn't mean we have to rush and make them better, we can just bask in this peace that we have for now, we can just exist and see what happens. Perfect ending, the only ending I wanted really. And "You know what I love about you? Everything." It was so good, it was a great ending for them because time was something these two rarely had and now they've seven years of time and that's just great

Anyway, here's to hoping this post doesnt get me killed

[fcdcdmcmories]

"... YEAH. I KNOW. DOESN'T MEAN THAT OTHER PEOPLE DO, THOUGH." shaking his head. maybe, she had learned it, but.. did it mean that other people were going to stop coming after her? probably not and.. god, he wished that he could stop shaking, because it would make this a LOT EASIER. he didn't feel like himself. his hands were shaking, he felt fucking destroyed and god-- fuck. he didn't want to bother her with any of this. he didn't want to stand in the way and he didn't want to lose himself and above all, to lose.. this. god, her. them. "NO. YOU KNOW, WHEN I WAS DOWN THERE.. ALL I DREAMED ABOUT WAS YOU. that we got to have a real wedding. that i made the cake. it was.. SOMETHING." maybe it wasn't fair of him to say so, but.. right now, he had needed something to hold on to and he had a feeling that so did she. wasn't that it? "i know, i know, i.. i'm sorry. it's just that down there, they.. you have no idea of the things they said. DID. what they said that they were going to do to you." shaking his head, as he attempted to take some very deep breaths. he wasn't there anymore. he was here, with her. they were together. it was going to be okay. WASN'T IT? ".. i don't know what i believe. okay? HE HAD VOICE RECORDINGS OF YOU THAT HE WAS MORE THAN HAPPY TO PLAY FOR ME. AT A SO CALLED DATE. SAYING YOU WANTED TO GO AWAY WITH HIM. how am i supposed to feel? yes, maybe it was all a lie and god, i hope that it was, but.. but.. you don't know, okay? you. don't. know. WHAT HE DID TO ME. HOW HE GOT IN MY HEAD. IT'S LIKE I CAN STILL HEAR HIM HERE." he shook his head, attempting to brush some of the tears away. she didn't know what he had been through and what he had heard but this wasn't her fault, he knew, but.. scoffing. "because he gave a shit about that during our last talk, where he pretty much made sure i knew i was never going to be good enough for you. I DON'T NEED TO SAY WHO THAT REMINDS ME OF, DO I? he doesn't want you anywhere near me, let alone married to me. suppose he must have been real happy." pederson. how many times had he heard that coming from him, too? enough of it already. oh, now he wanted to throw his hands up. "OH, GIVE ME A BREAK. HE TOOK A LITTLE BEATING FOR HURTING SOMEONE. SO WHAT? POOR LITTLE WILL GRAHAM. while everyone was off cuddling him because of a little paper cut, you... you have no idea of what i saw down there. of what i fucking went through, because if it wasn't me? IT'D BE YOU. IT'D BE THE KID. and unlike him, who you seem to be so keen to defend? i don't sit around and let the people i love get hurt. i protect them." because if it hadn't been him, it would have been gwen. or her. or laney or evie or gabi and.. no. no. "and? don't act like we've not all lost people we love at one point. he's not fucking special. what was i to do? wait around and clap him in the back for the fact that thanks to him, i nearly had to go and tell my daughter her mother was gone? SHOULD I?" because no. no. he knew what that was like. he'd never put evie through it. shaking his head. "if he was in trouble, it's because he deserved it. WHAT KIND OF FREAK DOES WHAT HE DID TO LANEY AND JUST.. LEAVES? MAYBE IT'S TIME YOU ADMIT THAT HE'S NOT THE PERFECT FATHER FIGURE YOU'VE WANTED YOUR WHOLE LIFE. he's not even a good man. there's a reason your father loved him. maybe because he's as fucked up as finn. or worse. neither of them want you with me. surprised they haven't set you up with cooper or randolph yet. and it's fine, cee. honestly, you.. i get it. i knew. i knew what was probably happening up here. THAT YOU HAD PROBABLY MOVED ON. WITH JOE OR ANYONE ELSE, I.." he only laughed. bitterly but he did. "right. rest. when there's a chance i could wake up tomorrow and hear you were taken by them. by joe and his.. employer. NO." stubborn, maybe, but.. but.. but. WHAT ELSE COULD HE DO? / @xtinyslip

"multiple times is an exaggeration. i learn from my mistakes." she wasn't even going to get into what some of those were because she knew their time was limited. it was precious and she wanted to use it wisely. "parker, i'm already stuck with you for good… as you are me. that's how we like it. now you bring it up…" she did smile, even if she didn't feel like smiling. cecilia wasn't doing that for herself, she was doing that for him. "i do miss you cooking my favorite dishes. we never got a do over on that cake either, did we?" smiling again, and again not for herself. her lips parted, ready to argue, ready to hold his hands even tighter but she didn't. she lowered her hands, keeping the same closeness between them ; not wanting him to pull away altogether. "i won't, not if you don't want me too. you know that i'm right here." it was understandable and yet the realisation of how traumatized he was made her so damn fucking angry. honestly, how dare these people? it may not have worked in her favor that she wasn't always quick to defend herself. it wasn't that she was struggling to do so. after all, joe was full of literal shit. it was just… well, parker may not realise how much information he was providing her but she was learning as much as she could. "… now we know who apparently bugged the apartment. he has never been invited in, that doesn't mean he didn't find another way in but it wasn't with permission. you're not seriously believing any of this?" was he? because it was beginning to sound like an accusation. "… involved in hurting you? don't be outrageous. hurting you is the same as hurting me, and he knows that." honestly, the pain all merged, it all felt the same. "besides, he's been bed ridden. i don't have to defend him to you, you know he didn't do this!" no, will hadn't been behind this, she was that positive on it. on him. "she might be the mother of your kid, but she's the reason will lost his younger daughter." she should have let it go, she should have not acknowledged but it was always going to be a sore subject for cecilia. the nerves that elaine had exposed were still RAW for her as were the scars she had because of it. THIS WAS ON HER NOW? THIS WAS HER FAULT? LIKE SHE DIDN'T FEEL LIKE SHIT ENOUGH. "he required medical assistance, i knew he was in trouble. i had his location. if there was a choice? i would have been with you, wherever you were being held, giving whoever is doing this to you the worst time of their lives! me and paul have been putting every waking moment into finding you! to finding a solution for all this!" how dare he say it was otherwise? that she had made her choice? it was bullshit and she needed to be clear that it was. she did not want him thinking that of her. she actually couldn't believe he did. "you're not in any condition to be telling me what matters. you just get as much rest as donna will allow you to have, eat, build up your strength. hm? you've made it clear to me… this is urgent. YOU CAN'T WAIT." @fcdcdmcmories

[xkzuka]

we. came. so. far.

From being too nervous to even hug her back, to melting into her embrace without hesitation, despite not seeing each other for literal eons. They didn't skip a beat. Their love is strong I bet it can be felt across every single timeline in existence.

The fabric of time may have ripped, events of history and it's inhabitants changing in the most bizarre ways, it's clear one thing didn't change.

[rotisseries]

chapters 51 and 58 of bloodmarked are absolutely CARRYING bree/nick/selwyn polyamory truthers

[averlym]

pleaaase may i have 28 and 29 aramour angst ✨ i crave it

28: “Move out of my way before I make you.” // 29: “You deserve better.” (prompt list here)

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