#no but for real this scene stole my breath for a second it’s just so cute and gentle and sweet

[whollyjoly]

i just want to take a second for the absolute legend, james earl jones, who passed away today.

the voice of darth vader himself.

you defined my childhood (and, honestly, most of my adult life) in a way that cant be put into the words. the terror and fear and power you put behind vader made him such an incredible villain, but also the pain and the loss and the love for his family you voiced made him feel so real and so human, even behind the mask. it's so amazing how voice actors are able to bring such expression, emotion, and life to a character. ESPECIALLY one that solely exists in a mask! there's no facial expression, no visible emotion that we can see. all we have is some basic movements and a voice - and your voice, sir, was what made vader into one of the most iconic characters in all of film and tv history. how you were able to show such power and anger and certainty and resignation and grief and finally, relief? when all you see is a mask? its just...mind blowing.

and your love for the character was so tangible!! voicing vader in countless projects until 2016!!! almost 40 years of such an incredible legacy!!

my favorite star wars movie of the skywalker saga is return of the jedi. in it are my favorite scenes in all of star wars - luke and vader on endor, and then the throne room scene with luke facing off against darth vader and the emperor.

we see vader as such a force for evil across most of the original trilogy. hell, even in the stuff that came out later that you voiced (revenge of the sith, rebels, rogue one) - vader is fucking terrifying.

but there's such an amazing shift in vader when we see him interact with luke for the first time since the reveal of their relationship. luke is trying to convince vader to turn, to leave with him and disobey the emperor. there is such a....weight, for lack of a better term, that you give vader's responses that stole my breath away from the moment i first heard it. you managed to take this villain, this boogeyman of the star wars universe clad in black armor and machinery, and made him feel so incredibly, beautifully human.

and when i heard vader say the line "it's too late for me, son" to luke's pleading, it changed everything for me. the amount of grief held in those words, the pain that you could feel. in that moment, vader changed from a monster of nightmare into something so tragic. it was amazing. it was heartbreaking. it was beautiful.

and i think that was the moment i think i truly fell in love with star wars. and it was because of you.

(and that's not even to mention some of the other incredible lines that made vader such an incredible character!! i think of how young you made him sound in revenge of the sith - that "where is padme?" fucking haunts me. and yes there are so many classic and amazing vader "NOOOs", but the one that really gets me is the one when he decides to save luke, to find the light again, to choose his destiny. the way you portrayed that conflict and resolve with a simple two-letter word? amazing.)

anyways, just....thank you. thank you for your gift, for your talent, for your legacy. you will, quite literally, never be forgotten.

may the force be with you, james earl jones. always.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Final Girl.

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Reader (HxH).

Word Count: 1.4k.

TW: 'Girl' Is In The Title But Reader Is Gender Neutral, Death and Blood, Mentions of Guns, Manipulation, Implied Kidnapping, and Spoilers for the Ninteenth-Century Novel Dracula.

The night you met him was, by no coincidence, also the night you learned what it meant to feel your blood run cold.

‘Met’ might’ve been an exaggeration. You didn’t meet him so much as you stood still and stared at him – lumbering down the hallway, clutching a gore-splattered butcher's knife, his suit disheveled and stained with a dark, blotting substance you couldn’t bring yourself to put a name to, in your fear-induced paralysis. With the manor's high ceilings and dim lighting, he seemed impossibly tall, his black eyes blank and terrible, his smile manic in a way that sent a chill up your spine, that left you frozen where you stood and unable to run as he came to stand in front of you, as he raised a hand and—

And pointed to the book tucked under your arm, a yellowed paperback beaten to hell and back from weeks of loving abuse. You’d spent hours wondering if you should bring it with you, if there was anyone else on the face of the planet who’d be stupid enough to bring a book to a mascarade ball, but you figured you’d have to step out for a breath of fresh air at some point, tonight, and phones weren’t really an option at this kind of thing. Looking back on it, you struggled to remember why you’d spent so much time agonizing over something so inconsequential, especially when whoever found your body likely wouldn’t pay it a second glance. “Is that—” He started, pausing to wet his lips before correcting himself. “Is that Bram Stoker’s Dracula?”

You blinked several times, shifting your weight. “It is,” you managed, eventually, just before the point of no return. “I… I’m only a few chapters in, though. They’re only on the second blood transfusion.”

His smile widened. “I’m reading it for the second time, now. That’s one of the best passages - you can practically feel the dread mounting in the prose.” While he spoke, you stole another glance at his attire. With your shock beginning to fade and your nerves given a few seconds to cool, you could see that he clearly hadn’t just walked out of a crime scene. His clothes were wrinkled, but not torn, not displaced the way they would’ve been if he’d been in a real fight, and he was covered in a cartoonish amount of (presumably fake) blood. He couldn’t have meant for it to be realistic, not unless you were supposed to believe he’d bled twenty people dry on his own.

He must’ve noticed you staring. His rambling trailed off into an airy chuckle, his free hand drifting to his blood-soaked shirt. “I’m afraid I might’ve misread my invitation,” he admitted, with a slight shrug. You were almost in awe of his nonchalance. Showing up to a masquerade ball in a costume fit for a b-rated haunted house would’ve left you catatonic for… god, the rest of the year, at least. “That’s how I found my way back here, actually. You can understand why I wouldn’t want to stay in the ballroom for very long, considering I’m dressed for a very different party.”

“No, no, that makes a lot of sense! I mean, a costume party would be more in-season.” You felt like an idiot. You could only hope you hadn’t looked as scared as you felt. “Honestly, I’m just surprised they let you in with a prop.”

He glanced to his ‘knife’, too, as if he’d forgotten he was holding it. “Oh, this little thing?” He took the blade in his free hand, bending it downward. Unceremoniously, it snapped into two pieces as easily as if it’d been made of little more than tin foil and plastic - which, to be fair, it probably was. “Most people struggle to see me as a threat, for whatever reason.”

“The doormen probably just felt bad for the strange man who showed up to a charity gala covered in blood.” You spared a small smile, then genuinely brightened, taking up your novel and fishing out the spare mask you’d shoved between the pages while you were getting ready. He should’ve counted himself lucky that you could never be bothered to find a real bookmark. “Mine came in a set of two,” you explained, signaling for him to bend down. A little too easily, he obeyed, stooping just low enough for you to work your spare mask over his head. It was cheaper than anything you would usually like to show off – the base simple black cloth, the embroidery meaninglessly gaudy, the main body kept in place by little more than a simple white ribbon that never seemed to sit just right, but he accepted your offering with a grateful hum. “It’s not much, but—” You paused, buttoning his suit jacket, doing your best to make it look a little less like he’d just walked out of a bad slasher movie and a little more like a tragically color-blind, but ultimately well-dressed party-goer. “It should get you through the door.”

He straightened his back, and you thought you might’ve seen something spark in his dark eyes. Then again, it could’ve just been the moonlight. “I don’t think I ever got your name.”

Oh, right – that was something most people did before offering to fix a stranger’s clothes, wasn’t it? You rushed to introduce yourself, and he did the same. “Chrollo Lucilfer.” And then, offering you his hand, “Perhaps I’d be more warmly received with a plus one?”

As hesitant as you were to slip back into the ballroom on the arm of a disheveled stranger who’d already made an impression of his own, it would’ve broken your heart to turn him down. That, and you might’ve had a weakness for disheveled strangers who fell on the more handsome side of the spectrum.

You laughed as you threaded your arm through his, letting Chrollo guide you back to the main event. A second passed with only the sound of your footsteps and distance music to fill the quiet, then another. Eventually, you broke the silence. “It’s very well-written,” you started, trying to fight the urge to fidget. “But… I don’t think I’m the right audience. I care too much about Lucy. Seeing her go through so much and knowing she’s not going to make it is just—” You sighed, shook your head. “It’s agony. Especially when the villain is literally in the title. I mean, I know the characters don’t know that, but still.”

“The benefit of a voyeur's perspective.” For all his glowing praise, he didn’t seem very offended. “I think the dramatic irony is part of the appeal. By the time the tension breaks, it’s nearly too painful to keep going.”

“Which is exactly why it hurts to read,” you groaned, slumping into his side. “I get why it’s happening, but I just can’t stand spending so long on the build-up knowing how it’s going to end. It probably doesn’t help that Lucy’s one of my favorites, either. Well, aside from Mina, but it wouldn’t be fair to compare her to the author’s self-insert.”

The two of you came to a pair of rounded oak doors. There’d been a pair of attendants stationed outside when you left, but Chrollo didn’t seem to mind shouldering it open himself, ushering you inside with a smile and an idle gesture. You took a second to steel your nerves, still not entirely prepared to throw yourself into a very crowded room filled with very loud music and very eager socialites, then crossed the threshold, coming face to face with—

Carnage. Pure, unadulterated carnage.

There were bodies everywhere, each corpse mangled and bruised and broken in every possible way. Dark blood and broken glass covered the formerly pristine ivory floor, and the walls were painted with the remnants of gunfire. A few people were still standing – the murderers, you figured, judging by the blood on their outlandish clothes, the weapons in their hands, the indifferent agitation written across their expressions as you stared at them in horror, as your heart threatened to give out for the second time that night. The tallest man you’d ever seen pointed a hand-held machine gun in your direction, but Chrollo found his way back to your side, resting a hand on your shoulder as he spoke. “Hold your fire,” he said, casually, as if you weren’t standing at the edge of a bloodbath. As if he’d known what he was leading you into. “I think I’m going to keep this one.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. The air hitched in your throat as he brought a hand up to your chin, tilting your head back and forcing you to meet his unblinking stare. You’d been right the first time. There was never anything his eyes could’ve been but terrible. “I always did like Mina.”

There was never anything he could’ve been but a monster, prowling for his next kill.

“I guess I just have a soft spot for survivors.”

[thewickedjazzy]

𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 : A vignette fic

Pairings: Chuuya x fem!reader x Dazai

Tags: crack, mention of word 'crotch' , mention of words' S&M' 'ropes & belt' but overall nothing nsfw, swearing & curses. please let me know if I forgot any Xx.

Author's note: omg, omg!! So this is my first vignette, i love the idea of it sm (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝), so a vignette fic is basically a collection of multiple shot scenes. And the fact that it's crack? Tops it *mwah mwah* hope you guys actually enjoy it? Please let me know if you want me to do more of this.

P.S. I'm not sure who created Chuuya and Dazai's bantering scene in the photo, but I edited it a little, and UwU, it's cute.

Word count: 2.2k

You and Chuuya Nakahara stand side by side, squinting down a narrow alley that reeks of old ramen and questionable life choices. The tension in the air is thicker than a badly cooked stew, but it’s not because of the mission. No, it’s because you’re stuck with Chuuya—the guy who seems to have skipped the tutorial on how to chill out.

“I still don’t get how we became friends so quickly,” you mutter, glancing at Chuuya from the corner of your eye.

Chuuya huffs, adjusting his fedora like it’s the crown jewel of his entire aesthetic. “You think I get it? The last thing I expected was to actually like one of Dazai’s friends.”

“Wait, are we actually getting along now? I should definitely blog about this—‘Unexpected Friendships: How I Learned to Tolerate My Frenemy.’” You said with an exaggerated british accent, your head tilted slightly to the side, giving a flirty pout and holding up a peace sign with a wink.

“Don’t push it,” he warns, though there’s no real heat behind his words.

The truth is, working with Chuuya is surprisingly easy—once you get past the short temper, the constant complaints about Dazai, and the occasional death threat. You had always thought you’d be in over your head dealing with someone from the Port Mafia, but instead, you found yourself enjoying his company. His straightforwardness was a breath of fresh air compared to Dazai’s endless scheming.

As you two began your search for the culprit who had pilfered sensitive information from both the Agency and the Port Mafia, you couldn’t help but throw a bit of sarcasm into the mix.

"Okay, but imagine stealing information only to figure out that the most feared Port Mafia member has a whole wardrobe collection of fedoras. heeehh," You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully.

Chuuya shot you a sidelong glance. “If you keep making jokes, I’m going to start thinking you’re the one who stole the files.”

“Please, I wouldn’t risk getting on your bad side,” you replied. “You’ve got a way of making even paperwork seem like a death sentence.”

“I’ll torture you one day,” Chuuya said with a sigh, more exasperated than serious.

“Oh, absolutely!” you said with mock enthusiasm. “I've always wanted to experience the classic ‘tortured by Chuuya’ scenario. Make sure to use ropes and belts, though—nothing says 'fun' like an impromptu S&M session.”

Chuuya’s eyes widened, and he froze in place, his face flushing bright red. “What?!” he stammered.

“Bestie, I’m kidding,” you said, stepping closer and whispering in his ear with a mischievous grin, “Even though I’m not entirely joking... I’d love to see you try it someday.”

Chuuya’s blush deepened, and he turned away, clearly flustered.

You chuckled and patted him on the back. “Come on, lighten up. Let’s get back to finding that bastard before you actually get the chance to use those ropes and belts.”

You and Dazai were hanging out at Chuuya's house, enjoying some wine and the rare moment of peace that didn’t involve life-or-death situations. However, you should’ve known better than to leave these two motherfuckers alone together, even for a second. As you walked back into the living room, you were greeted by the sight of Chuuya looking absolutely furious while Dazai was laughing like he had just heard the best joke of the century.

As they both turn to look at you, their expressions shift from whatever chaos they were engaged in to sheer confusion. Why? Because you’re now wearing sunglasses—at 10 p.m.

Chuuya, barely containing his anger, is the first to speak. “Why the hell are you wearing sunglasses indoors? At night?”

You strik a dramatic pose, placing two fingers under your chin and lips bitten like you’re about to slide into someone’s DMs with a “Hey, baby girl, you up?”. With all the confidence in the world, you sit down across from Chuuya, leaning back nonchalantly.

“I’m wearing sunglasses,” you say, your tone oozing fake coolness, “so no one knows what I’m looking at.”

Then, you slowly shift your gaze to Chuuya’s crotch, your eyes completely hidden behind the tinted lenses. The room goes silent for a moment. They're both utterly confused, obviously—Chuuya’s face turns from angry to completely flustered, his eyes widening as he realises where your focus is.

“W-What the hell are you doing?!” Chuuya splutters, clearly thrown off by your audacity.

Dazai, who had been watching the whole thing, finally loses it, bursting into uncontrollable laughter. He nearly spills his wine as he clutches his stomach, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

“Oh my god! y/n you did notttt!!” Dazai gasps between laughs.

Chuuya shot Dazai a glare, his face still bright red. “Shut up, Dazai! This isn’t funny!”

You stand in the middle of a crime scene in Yokohama, your head pounding like a drum solo gone wrong. Sleep? Who needs it when you’ve got coffee—enough to make your system hate you for life. You’ve been running on caffeine and sheer willpower, and it’s a miracle you haven’t started seeing pink sheep dancing on the rooftops.

Dazai is strolling around like he’s on a casual walk in the park, while Kunikida is already knee-deep in his notebook, scribbling down everything with the precision of a man who’s too serious for his own good. Meanwhile, you’re squinting at the crime scene, trying to piece together the puzzle through a caffeine-induced haze.

After what feels like a marathon of connecting the dots, you sigh heavily, shaking your head as the realization dawns on you. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you mutter. “It’s the dead guy’s girlfriend. Classic case of ‘hell hath no fury.’”

Dazai glances at you, an amused smile tugging at his lips. “Figured it out, have you? And here I thought you were too sleep-deprived to function.”

“I’m running on three cups of coffee zero hours of sleep I'm ready to fight god or become him, but I still have more brain cells firing than you, Dazai,” you shoot back, earning a chuckle from him.

The investigation leads you to the suspect’s location. Turns out, she’s an ability user, so the police are out of their depth. It’s the Agency’s mess now, and you’re not sure if that’s a good thing or if you’re just about to add another layer of mess to your already weird day.

The three of you burst into the room where the suspect is holed up, only to find her cozied up with another woman, their fingers interlocked like they’re the leads in a sappy romance drama. It takes you all of two seconds to figure out what went down: she killed her boyfriend because he cheated, and now she’s got with the girl he cheated on her with.

Before you can say anything, Kunikida charges in with the no-nonsense attitude of a man who’s had enough of everyone’s crap today. He knocks her out cold and cuffs her with swift efficiency. Meanwhile, Dazai’s just standing there, hands in his pockets, watching the whole thing like it’s the best entertainment he’s had in weeks.

As the suspect curses under her breath, you can’t hold back the joke that’s been bubbling up inside you. It’s too good to waste, and your brain is running on autopilot now.

“Well, well, well,” you say, grinning like a maniac. “It’s obvious she did it for the plot. You go, queen! Honestly, you better spill the tea when we get to the investigation room.”

Dazai loses it completely. He doubles over, laughter echoing through the room.

Kunikida narrows his eyes as he tries to process what just came out of your mouth. “This is serious! How can you joke about this?!”

“Come on, Kunikida-san,” you say, patting him on the back. “She’s in cuffs, the case is solved, and we’ve got a hell of a story to tell back at the office. Chill a bit, yeah?”

Kunikida just shakes his head, muttering something about needing a vacation. But despite his irritation, there’s a tiny, begrudging smile tugging at his lips.

After what felt like an eternity drowning in paperwork at the Agency, you finally hit send on the last report and tossed your pen aside like it had personally wronged you. The boredom was suffocating, and you needed a break���preferably one that involved good company and even better wine.

You grabbed your phone and shot a quick text to Chuuya: “Yo, I’m crashing at your place before you head out. Got wine. Don’t argue.”

With the wine bottle in hand, you made your way to Chuuya’s place, already picturing the relaxation ahead. When you knocked on his door, it only took a few seconds before it swung open, revealing Chuuya in nothing but his black pants, the belt hanging loose, and his chest on full display.

You blinked. Then blinked again. It wasn’t every day you got to see Chuuya Nakahara shirtless—okay, maybe this was the first time, but still.

“Hey,” he greeted casually, as if this was the most normal way to answer the door.

“Sheeeshh, lord have mercy!” you giggled, not dropping your gaze off of him just yet.

He rolled his eyes, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks as he stepped aside to let you in. “Shut up. I was just about to get dressed.”

You sauntered past him into the living room as if you hadn’t just been blessed with the view of the century. You tossed your jacket and vest onto the nearest chair and unbuttoned the top few buttons of your shirt, trying to fight off the sudden wave of heat.

“How hot is it in here? Ugh, must be the humidity,” you muttered, though you knew damn well the real reason your face felt like it was on fire.

Chuuya, seemingly oblivious to your internal chaos, started yapping about something—what, you couldn’t quite tell. Your brain was too fried from the paperwork and the unexpected view to keep up. He eventually headed towards his bedroom to get dressed, leaving you to pour two glasses of wine. You took a deep breath and followed him, wine glasses in hand.

When you entered the bedroom, Chuuya was already half-dressed in his usual getup, adjusting his choker in the mirror. You couldn’t help but stare at his waist, so slim it could rival that of a top model. The words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“How many bicycle crunches do you do? Ain’t no way your waist is that slim.” You pouted, genuinely baffled at the injustice of it all. Like, seriously, what the hell?

Chuuya shot you a look that could only be described as utterly confused. “Say what now?”

Ignoring him, you walked over, setting the wine glasses aside before placing both hands on his waist, feeling the firm yet unfairly slim muscles beneath your fingers. “Ain’t no way you’re not wearing a corset underneath. Be honest.”

Chuuya froze, his face turning a shade redder than his hair. “Are you serious right now?” he sputtered, his voice rising slightly as he smacked your hands away. “Get a grip!”

You pouted dramatically. “I’m just saying, Chuuya. It’s not fair. I can barely do a sit-up without collapsing, and here you are, looking like you walked straight out of a fashion magazine.”

Chuuya headed over to his glass, holding it to his lips before drowning his wine in one go, probably regretting ever opening the door. “I seriously hate your guts.”

"Nahh, you love me," you say, raising your glass in a mock toast.

“Only because you bring wine,” he quips back, finally allowing a small smile to break through.

You clink glasses with him, both of you taking a sip. For a moment, you just stand there, enjoying the quiet. The mission can wait; right now, it’s all about enjoying the moment—and maybe, just maybe, teasing Chuuya a little bit more.

You: [sends a photo of yourself in the arcade, holding an AK and posing beside the score] “Honestly? SLAYED 💅🏻"

Bandages Whore: Ah~,😫 my bella, it would be an honour to meet my end by your hand—your tight black dress has me mesmerised.

Tainted Wine: I will kill you, Dazai! And y/n delete that photo right now!!!

You: Too late, it’s already immortalised in the group chat, babe.😚

Bandages Whore: got my first death threat online ngl the world is healing.

Tainted Wine: Piss off shitty Dazai! But seriously, y/n you look absolutely gorgeous and with that gun? A real spitfire. (ꈍᴗꈍ)

Bandages Whore: Spitfire??? Chuuya, what century are you from? 😭😭😭

You: Spitfire? 😭😭 Where’d you dig that one up? I CAN'T- KSJEJWIW

Tainted Wine: Hey!!! I was trying to be nice! At least I don’t go around asking to be killed in every conversation, you damn weirdo!😠

Bandages Whore: Maybe, but at least I know how to give a modern compliment. You gotta keep up with the times, Chuuya!😭

You: It’s okay, Chuuya. I appreciate the effort. But next time, maybe skip the spitfire line and try something that doesn’t make me feel like I’m in a black-and-white movie. 😭😭😭😭

Tainted Wine: I HATE YOU GUYS! 😤

Bandages Whore: [sends a photo of Chuuya doing yoga, looking very zen]

Look at Chuuya here, so zen and peaceful.

You: Aww look at him, very demure, very considerate, very mindful. ๑(◕‿◕)๑

Bandages Whore: Very demure? I'm dying 😭😭😭

Tainted Wine: Stop with that trend and those slangs. You’re older than that! Seriously!!🤦🏼

➵Want more of Chuuya & Dazai ?

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Thailand surprised me

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

May 2024 Wk 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Stand-In (Thai Fri iQIYI) ep 2 of 12 eps - I love love love Sol! Pink-haired baby idol blast from the past nursing a crush = absolute catnip for me. This is def my favorite Thai BL currently airing. And it’s probably because it has a sort of odd queer authenticity to both its gayness and its rep of the film industry. I mean, of course it’s sanitized into BL fantasy-landia, but there’s an underpinning of something real, for lack of a better word. Normally I prefer the fantasy of my dumb BL worldview, but in this one I’m kind of liking a little chew and grit.

All of which is to say: this is very fucked up messy gay, which normally I’m not wild about, but for some reason I’m really enjoying this version.

On the other side of the BL coin we have:

Wandee Godday (Sat YT) ep 1 of 12 - And I like it a lot. It’s fun and I’m enjoying it (possibly more than it deserves). I like how it’s a little absurdist. I like that it starts with a one night stand. I like all of the side characters. I love the asexual representation. Bonus LUBE! It’s a fun show. More FUN that GMMTV usually goes for.  

Two Worlds (Thurs iQIYI) ep 8 of 10 - The sketching in the cave scene was v sexy. And I’m enjoying this BL, but not for any other reason than MaxNat being MaxNatty all over my screen. 

1000 Years Old (Thurs iQIYI) ep 12fin - I don’t know what I feel about this one. Mostly just indifferent. It was meant to be the paranormal Thai BL pulp about vampires that we were all waiting for, and it ended up just being boring. Frankly, I'd rather be pissed off than bored. 6/10

Only Boo! (Sun YouTube) ep 4 of 12 - I truly love the naked lust on our side couple's pining friend's face. Usually only Japan get this thirsty.

Book is perfectly cast as Moo's older bro. They even look a bit alike but it might have been a mistake, because he’s so damn charismatic. Stole all the breath from the show for a bit. 

We Are (Weds iQIYI) ep 5 of 16 - No report until next week. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Unknown (Taiwan Tues YouTube & Viki) ep 11 of 12 - What a fantastic ep. This show really is killing it. I’m so happy with Taiwan right now. 

Carry on.

Blue Boys (Korea YouTube) 3 of ? - It remains lovely and I remain enjoying it immensely. It’s very Strongberry feeling. That's always a welcome sensation.

Living With Him AKA Kare no Iru Seikatsu (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - They are so cute and pretty much just boyfriends already regardless of what they each think. I'm scared that next week is the final episode, it doesn’t feel like it’s gone very far.

At 25:00 in Akasaka AKA 25 Ji Akasaka de (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - I liked it a little better this week. I guess I’m warming up to this one?

Boys Be Brave AKA Roommates (Korea Thurs Viki) ep 3-4 of 8 - Ah poor lonely neglected child. They are all such weirdos. I don’t understand any of these characters or their motivations except they are strange kind of cartoons of... something.

Love is like a Cat (Korea Mon Viki) eps 9-10 of 12 - The guy who plays the vet should be playing a vampire. That's it. That's all I have to say. 

It's airing but...

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school. Not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing.

Memory in the Letter (Thai WeTV) - 6 eps, when it's done, tell me if I should bother?

You Made My Day (Thai YT) ep 1 of 5 - supposed to have started on Friday but I couldn't find it, I also didn't try very hard.

In case you missed it

GMMTV announced the second half of their 2024 line up. I got excited and picked my favorites, details + trailers here.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

May Releases

5/10 A Balloon's Landing (Taiwan movie) trailer - A frustrated Hong Kong writer, Tian Yu, meets a Taipei street gangster, Xiang (Fandy Fan from HIStory2: Crossing the Line), and the two of them embark on a journey to find the Bay of Vanishing Whales. Along the way, they discover unexpected twists and turns and close bonds, which brings out the message that "there is always someone like you in this world who is waiting for you.

5/16 Blossom Campus (Korea Thurs Gaga & iQIYI) ep 1 of 6 - Strongberry doing classic BL! Weeee!

5/19 OMG Vampire (Thai Sun ????) ep 1 of 10 - LeeFrank are back - not unlike the undead (as it were). But how do we feel about it? Unsure given their track record.

5/25 The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer - HoTae & DongHee are back but unfortunately not in a cinema near me. Side couple from Unintentional Love Story, same actors, same character names. I love them. I NEED TO SEE THIS.

5/28 My Biker 2 (Thai movie YT?) - trailer

5/31 The Time of Huannan (Taiwan movie) - May not be BL

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I love a shrimp peeling moment in my Thai BL. (Only Boo)

Unquestionably the best moment in BL this year. FIGHT ME. (Unknown)

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire

If ya wanna be tagged each week leave a comment and I will add you to the template. Easy peesy.

[grapecaseschoices]

OC in 15: Kendis Crawford-Louel

rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I was tagged by @deepinifhell and am woefully delayed in getting on this.

Tagging: @thedeadthree @thee-morrigan @nat-seal-well @nightingalesighs @laufire @lusavors @cypresswrites @thelittlestspider @mt07131 @roxaro @quaxorascal @tuomniia @andthatisnotfake @sunshineandviolets @sapphic-story [tagged fifteen peeps! i think! and as always no pressure!]

Most of the dialogue from old rp stuff repurposed for this meme, some from unposted stuff, and a few I made up for this. (As warning: some cussing)

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1] However, strangeness of the situation proves that the metal gates aren’t fully down around the castle, because she bites out, bluntly, “No! No. I’m not okay.” Her breath hitches. “Don’t. D-don’t follow that up with another question. I thought we talked about this.”

By ‘we’ and ‘talked’, she meant the time she summarily shut down his last attempt to dig deeper. It should’ve been obvious by now that Kendis didn’t like accepting what they insisted on dishing out.

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2] "Yook, Kenny, yook!"

"What'm I lookin' at, teeny tyke? --- Well, now. Look at that! Is that me? In fact, I know that's me. That's the second prettiest person in this entire art of prettiness. And is the one right next to me you? It's got to be 'cause that's definitely the prettiest person in this."

"You siwwy, Kenny. Boys not be pretty!"

"Am I? Well, if you're sayin' that's right then I'll consider it. But being silly doesn't mean I'm wrooooong~. Boys can be very pretty, kiddo. People can be whatever they wanna be so long as they're --- kind, yeah? And you're the kindest, prettiest, most talented teeny tyke, I've ever known. Oh, now you're laughin' at me, huh? Well, Ima show you 'bout that teeny brat."

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3] "Who invented white allosexuals, like for real? Someone return this woman to sender."

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4] "We're not even four days into a fucking New Year and this shit stain is stinkin' up the place."

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5] "And I get that it's different things for different people. But I rather lose a place, than lose the people that matter with it."

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6] "I know you've probs been lied to lately. But you're really not cute."

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7] "He obvi picked bad pics on purpose, you Italian booger."

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8] "I'm like Siri. Except better looking, smarter, much louder, and not an AI slave to a hegemonic hell-hole that stole the name of one of the best fruits. Like ever."

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9] "Um, excuse you. I'm not reckless. What 'bout me screams the self sacrifice type?"

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10] "Hey. Hey! Look at me! That's it ... slow breaths. I've got you. Do you -- you're okay, slowly ... Do you remember what I told you last week? Just nod. I've got you. I've got ya. You remember this? That's my pinky. We pinky promised -- the biggest and most bindable way to lock in a promise, yeah? And you may not know this about me, but I don't make promises that I can't see through. I said you're gonna be okay. And I mean that. I'm gonna make it happen, okay? I'll -- I'm here now and I'll be there at the end. Prommy, prommy, prommy, prommy, pro -- oh, a laugh, huh? Ha. That's what I like hearing. Leave the worryin' to me, dude."

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11] "If this human version of a mutated ingrown armpit hair follicle don't get up off my face in the next 10, 9, 8, 7, …."

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12] “Ow! Fudging snowcaps! That bitch hur –” They stopped mid-yelling but simply began complaining underneath their breath.

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13] "I'm --," Kendis gestured sharply with their right hand as if orchestrating their feelings or encouraging Morgan to jump in. Not that they gave her much of a chance when they quickly added, "You know."

"You're?" Morgan smirked, "You know? I don't think I do."

"Yes. You do."

"Nah, nothing's ringing a bell."

"Well, that's probably all the brain damage you got from the last fight."

"Right. I remember that. The fight where I got stabbed instead of you."

Kendis' nostrils flare and their jaw clenches so tightly Morgan almost feels a sympathy twinge in her own teeth.

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14]

“Then why won’t you tell me you love me? Maybe a little reward so I can be brave?”

“‘Cause a face full of kisses wasn’t enough? Wow.”

“Sure,  it was nice but this is a big deal. I think I deserve a bigger reward.”

“Aren’t rewards for after you actually do the stuff?”

“You’re right. How about you say ‘I love you’ just because you do!”

“You look cute when you pout an’ you’re gonna be late.”

“Please, Kendis? We’ve been dating for a while now and … That is – Unless – You don’t.”

“I don’t what?”

“You know you are always avoiding it, saying how you feel about me, and you’ve never come close to saying the words .. and sometimes I’ve wondered … I’ve been very patient the last several months –”

“Then keep on with that.”

“Okay. Okay. Kendis. Do you love me?”

“Can we talk about this later? This ain’t as black an’ white as you’re making it look like.”

“But it is.  It is a very black and white question with a very black and white answer. Do you love me?”

“Austyn. Austyn? Stop that! What’re you doin’?  Don’t. You’re – fuckin’ –”

“These are the notes I wrote you. Look at them. Look how far they reach on your floor. Look!”

“No”

“You never even wrote it back. I kept saying it and writing it and you never gave anything back … B-because … because you don’t.”

“I never gave – We’re not doin’ this right now. Again. Why’re you doin’ this right now? We don’t even have the time to really get into -”

“What is there to get into?  It’s yes or no,  Kendis! If you say that, then it will be all settled.”

“Maybe stop cuttin’ me off an’ let me speak.”

“You cut me off first! And don’t you start raising your voice at me!”

“You started that shit first, yourself! What is with you?”

“Why are you acting like I am overreacting? I’m not! It isn’t wrong to want to know whether or not my best friend is in love with me. It isn’t wrong to know if you really see a future with us together or if you’ve been just tagging along because I’m one of the very few other out girls in school.”

“You called me your best friend.”

“What?” 

“You should know how I feel. You say I don’t give you nothin’ back but that’s a damn lie an’ you know it.”

“Then why don’t you say it? I say it all the time!”

“But are you really meanin’ it?”

“Uh - Wha – EXCUSE ME!?!!” 

“Are you? How can I say those words to someone that's not a sure thing? You talk a lot about a future that ain’t here but what you really got to say for the now.”

“Wow. Asshole.” 

“Takes one.”

“Fine. Don’t love me. I think it’s best if we take some space right now and reconsider our priorities.”

“Austyn. I didn’t mean – Austyn this is silly.”’

“Is it?”

“Why're we even doin’ this right now? What about the formal?” 

“Don’t call me unless I call you.”

“Austyn!”

“Don’t.”

“You know what? Fuck you.”

“Apparently not even in the next few months, asshole.”

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15]

Kendis narrowed her eyes but forced herself to take a deep breath, “You. Bumped into. Me!” Honestly, that was a generous and kind assessment. If Kendis had been human, she doubted she would’ve been able to stand with only a headache and a bad mood to show for it.

“Yeah, because you slowed down when you weren’t supposed to! I was keeping pace with you, speeding by the way, and then allva sudden –”

“I know you’re not blaming me for any of this, let alone your speeding, you Stranger Things reject.”

“Excuse me?”

Kendis felt that anger again – no, they could almost taste it. It was just wafting off the air from the shifter in front of them. It was churning up their stomach like sick, this anger that wasn’t their rage.

It was restless, like her’s was, but was also too hard, too cold.

Not right, not right. The warning blared in Kendis’ gut. Something was off and they needed to leave.

“Don’t!” They warned when the person reached out to grab at them, clearly making Kendis ready to skedaddle. The sharp yell struck out like a roll of thunder, loud and final enough to make this person hesitate, before Kendis’ voice dropped into a growl, “Don’t. Touch. Me.” [x]

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

Mother Bruce and His Baby Birds

First posted: April 2, 2018

Focuses on: Bruce Wayne et al

Favorite bookmark: "if only dc wasn't a coward"

Second favorite bookmark: "yooo i felt god in this chili's tonight"

Tier: As of queue date, #6 in hits and kudos, #5 in comments, #7 in bookmarks and subscriptions

This is my "behind the scenes" series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics.

I haven't figured out the best way to cover multi-chapter fics, especially behemoths like Nature and Nurture or The Return, so this is a test. I'll start with chapter one and reblog with additions for each chapter, I think. If there's a better way, please send suggestions.

Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

Chapter One

My very first fic ever. I got obsessed with reading fic for a few months (thanks to @audreycritter's Cor Et Cerebrum and @unpretty's Sorrowful and Immaculate Hearts, and finally needed a little bit of output to balance out the input. It wasn't really planned, which is why my name is what it is. I'd made the lurker account to do just that and nothing more. Which feels a little silly now, five years and almost 100 fics later. 😬

The title comes from the Ryan Higgins picture book, because titles are harrrrrrd.

I think this is my only fic with chapter names, other than The Return.

He knew how it felt--that teeth-rattling, rib-crushing, pulse-racing sensation--and he knew how to push through it.

You see? You see how new I was at this? I hadn't even looked up the em-dash shortcut yet.

"And I don’t care if Arthur Pennypacker says gelato contains the required daily serving of calcium. Alfred will not let you survive on gelato alone.”

I am going to try very hard to be proud of this, my little baby fic, and not critical, but it's going to be very difficult when I clearly had to pluck a name out of thin air and ended up with Arthur Pennypacker being discussed in the same scene where Alfred Pennyworth exists. Yeesh.

"Art’s the fathead that stole Eddie’s gym shorts and ran them up the Academy flagpole.”

I wrote a joke poem about this kind of scenario for school once and it got published as part of a contest. Reduce reuse recycle.

The grin was still there, a bright smile full of pleasantly crooked teeth that leaned into each other like birds in a winter wind, but the corner of Jason’s mouth twisted hesitantly.

If I were doing this again, I'd make Jason a little less golly gee mister in tone, but at least he's precious.

Jason had always been gifted at picking up the scent of unease. Dick, Bruce’s outgoing ward, could read emotions. Jason could read tells.

Now that's clever, if I do say so myself. Good job, Amateur Me.

Jason dropped his spoon back in the empty gelato cup and ran his fingers over the stitching of the baseball on the table.

I reference that ball later in another fic and for the life of me right now I can't remember which one. Ah well. Put a pin in this. You'll see it again.

I thought I was gonna miss it for sure! And then after, Raul Huezo right there in front’a me! Just like, pshew! Did’ja see Bruce?

Raul Huezo was a spoof on a real-life baseball player... and I no longer remember who. Pity.

For a moment, all was still. Bruce had stopped breathing entirely, and it felt like Jason had as well. Bruce gripped Jason tightly, struggling to keep the preteen from falling out of his precarious half-perch on Bruce’s lap and onto the floor. But Jason was clutching Bruce just as tightly, gangly arms wrapped around Bruce’s neck and face pressed into Bruce’s chest. Tentatively, Bruce lowered his face to Jason’s hair and breathed in the smell of shampoo, sweat, and ballfield.

dadhugdadhugdadhugdadhug

Hitting post on this very first chapter was terrifying but everyone was awfully nice. And it's so fun to look back and realize @cdelphiki was my very first commenter ever. Like hey! I know that name!

[yannig]

So. I've finished binge-watching Pit Babe.

and I have opinions. (yes I am aware it came out like a year ago. who cares) so, with very little order :

Tony died!! Yeah!! ngl, at one point I hoped Babe's father would come in to kill him, but Kenta doing it is even more satisfying so i'm happy with it. also those knife sounds were great. 10/10 no notes.

Babe's father was very obvious as Babe's father the second we met him. it's not necessarily a problem, i just found it funny that they were trying to create a mystery around him.

i didn't know it was an omegaverse when i began watching the show, but it was a pretty sanitized omegaverse, all things considered. no mentions of heat/rut, knotting, mate, pack, mating bite, bond, nesting. the mpreg was only implied. the word omega was uttered exactly once. beyond Tony wanting only alpha kids (with no explanation of what an alpha is), the plot to get a child from Babe, and Babe's fixation on his partner's smell (and most likely, Babe and Charlie's fixation on each other's neck), i often forgot it was an omegaverse. i understand not wanting to scare newbies, omegaverse can be wild, but i was surprised with how little we got of the common tropes. its not a flaw, i was just surprised.

Sonic needs to tell North he loves him. the guy is clearly ready to die for you. just because he's too stupid to realize he's in love with you doesn't mean he isn't.

also this two idiots were still in the building!! i thought they got the USB and then got out to publish the videos! but no! these two idiots were still in the building! thank fuck Kim was close by!!! (he was probably there on purpose, yes, but still. they should have gotten out!)

Way stays a walking red flag until his very last breath and I hate that for him. don't get me wrong, I saw his death coming. he was unredeemable, and we don't want the audience to hate him, so of course he was gonna die. i really don't like this trope, I'd rather he left Babe and X-Hunter behind and got a new chance with Pete, who was clearly ready to give him one and also who he hadn't betrayed and hurt in the worst way possible. but no, that's not how the trope works. he dies. because we don't know how to redeem characters without killing them. and to make the matter worst, he dies having one of his most fucked up interactions with Babe yet, and that's saying something considering his track record, confessing his love for the nth time which was understandable but already awkward on its own, and then asking if Babe ever loved him back when he has made very clear several times that he saw Way as his closest friend and nothing else, begging for forgiveness for trying to rape Babe, i swear to god!! the correct thing to say at this point was "i'm sorry i ever hurt you, i hope you get to be happy with Charlie, don't blame yourself for my death". instead, he gave him enough therapy material for the next decade! with one conversation! how the fuck is Babe supposed to grieve Way, or make peace with anything he has done to him, after that kind of last breath!

(seriously, i probably have enough to say about Way to write an entire essay. the man was fucked up)

Kim has now been officially adopted in the family, he's even invited to the funerals! (i am aware he was still Tony's prisoner during Charlie's funeral, i just found it funny.) we did not see enough of Kim after Tony imprisoned him btw. he is one of my favorite characters in this show and he deserved more screen time!

Did Charlie stole a power that just- teleport him to Babe when he's in danger? this is a least the second time he just appeared out of nowhere to save Babe with no explanation, and with a perfect timing at that.

Babe deserved to scream at Charlie for faking his death. Or a least have a breakdown the like of the one he had with his father. The reunion scene was great and emotional and shit, and it was adequate for the context, but i needed them to have a real conversation about it later. will look for fanfics on the matter.

my man Babe is gonna have so many trust issues it's not even funny anymore. like mate. both his fathers betrayed him (and sold him, though for different reasons), his best friend of 10 years betrayed him in one of the worst way possible, one of his other teammates betrayed him, and his boyfriend has been lying to him the entire time the have known each other, to the point of faking his death without telling him he was alive. listen, i was berating him every time he pushed Charlie away at the slightest sign of dishonesty because I don't like that trope, but I think in this case he was justified. it's going to be fun to get him to trust anyone ever again!

also that man can cry! and make me cry with him at that! like, i knew Charlie's death was a fake out, and i knew it was coming, but episode 10 still got me in tears because Babe's grief was fucking real. giving him his senses back just for him to hear his lover flat-line on the operation table was incredibly cruel. also "He's still warm. Maybe he's not dead yet". are you trying to kill me? also also : did he say "i love you" for the first time at Charlie's grave? because i think he did.

overall, pretty good execution of the fake death trope, they gave us time to feel the grief before revealing he was alive, it worked. (did the plot around said fake death make sense? not... quite? but the feels were there and that's what matters)

Jeff is my baby and i love him. he got a lover and a support system and that's great, though they could do with better communication and still have shit to learn about respecting boundaries. which is saying something because Jeff tends to be pretty fucking clear about his boundaries. i'm watching you Alan. also i've decided he's autistic. for obvious reasons.

the whole "papa and mama" thing Babe and Charlie have going on is not my thing, but it is particularly weird in a context where the last two men Babe called "Papa" betrayed him and hurt him terribly. i get that what they have going on is different, like it's not a daddy kink (which would have been even weirder), but it still left a weird taste in my mouth. i just - i don't know what to make of it. i don't think they got the implication of it when making the show?

Babe and Charlie both need therapy to a desperate level, and i do not trust any of them to try to get it on their own. let's hope the rest of the family team manages to get them there. i'm mostly counting on Jeff to start the movement on this one. and then the others can nicely bully them into getting professional help.

[bella-rose29]

episode 3 - Doubt Thou the Stars

major spoilers for the show and books, swearing, I go feral on multiple occasions, spent most of this simping for cam/lockwood and I'll apologise now for some of the things I've said (multiverse of George I'm blaming you for a couple)

I would just like to reiterate that this is not a proper analysis of the show, this is my immediate reactions to what happens in the show. barely anything constructive is actually said in here 👍

a ring is what we're looking at

Georgie I love you

hands (oh dear starting early)

hands again

"which you stole illegally" honey-

you have me in a chokehold lockwood

hehehe fairfax

"George, this... negativity, it's why I don't tell you things in advance" first of all I am weirdly obsessed with the way he says that, second of all I wanna give George a hug

hands

ok but who gave cam the right to look that good

"miss Kingston got her hair done special" George I love you

"straight into the office. that's a classy move"

omg I love lucy's jumper

his cheeky smile omg

hands

ring

"you lie like a politician" yeah bc he has to

you can do any job for me lockwood

hands and ring

absolutely we have a deal I'll do anything for you

hands (omg I need to stop)

they're children how did they get alcohol

bottle opener thingy scene

omg Georgie in his apron and gloves 😭

so sad we didn't get the "nice... towel" scene

barnes is so sinister sometimes

I love lockwood and george's friendship, just yelling at each other about cleaning

ooo green lighting when she's taking the keys

tut tut

"I visit my gran in Sidcup" "...sidcup is in London"

"you've got a real hard-on for him, haven't you" "well, if... you wanna put it like that"

"I'm practically a serf" aw lockwood honey

all I can think is the Traitors castle even though I know it's not the same

lockwood's so pretty

oh lord what the hell was that look lockwood don't lower your head with that intense gaze wtf

"apart from anything else, we've got much better flares" 😂

don't you just love it when someone who doesn't have any clue about your job tells you how to do your job

lots of smashing

he's fishing (where tf did he get a fishing rod from)

hands

his grin omg

oh crikey this boy needs sleep I can see his eye bags even though the lighting is dim and my room is bright

"What, and deny us all this... beautiful moment?" you're a beautiful moment- wait that doesn't make sense

his smile I am on the floor

aaa suspense I don't like it

omg we get to see George's Touch again I love that

ew cobwebs

hands

well that was silly

oh no

you can disrespect me anytime woah what is happening to me holy shit

EXTREME CLOSE UP

ewwww cobwebs

I could never be an agent I have arachnophobia

ok those special effects were awesome

"probably wanted to warn us not to go down there" *proceed to go down there*

Lockwood say what's on your mind

ok I get why Ali said that the monks were terrifying that chanting haunts me still

turn your torches off you'll see the ghosts better

ohh I don't like this

Lucy no

LUCY NO

LUCY NOOOOOO

aw the boys saved her

hands

"make a wish" I wish for you to marry me and we live happily ever after

slap

"my cheek hurts"

husband calls out pathetically for wife after waking up, she crawls over and he reaches desperately for her hand

"oi, where's his slap?" fair

hahaha the way they just drop to the floor

you look so silly in those goggles

lockwood's voice is doing Things to me

I love that you can see Ellie rethinking as Fairfax goes on

"we don't travel round with it, we're not insane" *while focused on Lucy*

"you're just a performer too, aren't you?" we love a masking king

MICRO-EXPRESSIONS!!! CAMERON CHAPMAN THE MAN YOU ARE

"She stole it again, Lockwood" yep

I love that you can sort of make out the flowers on her dress

oh christ that was scary

ew old man burning

hands

heavy breathing lockwood (I blame the multiverse of George chat for that)

"I'm working with maniacs" got room for another one?

why did Ellie think it would be a good idea to try and run straight through the middle

"Shut up!" their faces afterwards

kipps pls stop sounding so smug

dw I believe you lockwood

punch me like that wall pls

barnes looks so sad

omg he's being a protective dad

hands

ohhhhh lockwood in a proper suit 🪣 (bad timing for it I know)

"do you know my name?" George I love you

"that's a shame, she was a fool but... she really fitted in there actually" *lockwood nudges him* George I love you even more and I think we would be the bestest of friends

I love the lavender in the pockets of Penelope and Ellie

hands

omg Lucy's drawing! like she said her hobby was in the books!

hand + ring

*George casually pulls out stolen evidence*

I want lucy's jumper

the way lockwood's sat on the chair has me weak

"You belong here" *stares at her with heart eyes*

hehehe

hehehe

oh dear

why does he keep sprawling on the chair

I don't want to talk about the sound I just made at that one frame of lockwood

"She's good, and... she's finally starting to get me" aw Georgie I love you

"she's a lot tougher than you think" *thumps as Lucy passes out*

I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT THE SOUND I JUST MADE AT THE OTHER ONE FRAME OF LOCKWOOD (YOU ALL KNOW THE ONE) - "Luce?" shgisuhuigjd

seriously who gave him the right

[anittam]

The Moon Will Sing

Vyn x Rosa|MC, angst, fluffy, Vyn's pov

Prompt: Rosa is the sun of Vyn's life, and he didn't care if she feel the same, as long he could feel her light shine on him.

Just a silly little fic, that I didn't proof-read.

It was warm summer day, I had just finished with today's lectures, as I closer from my office I can see a familiar face waiting at the door, the face that bring me so much joy, smiling so brightly at me, and no one else.

- What are you doing here? - I said not being able to hide my content.

- I was meeting a client near here, and after I was done I thought "why not pay a visit to my favorite doctor?" and now I'm here. - she said sweetly - Are you not happy to see me? - she said playing with her hair as if she teasing me.

- You know I'm always happy to see you, after all you are my favorite attorney. So, do have any plans for the night? - I already knew the reason for that question was "yes", she was the type of person who could plan a whole one week long getway withing seconds, and he loved that about her.

- Oh yes, my gentleman, - she said playfully - since it been such long time since we last meet, I shall make this night worth, first I will take you to dinner, then we have a lovely walk on the park, and to finish we will eat ice cream.

- You sure know how to spoil a man, - I laughed - I hope I am the only one getting that treatment. Okay, miss, tonight I'm all yours, lead the way.

Whoever could see this scene doesn't know what it's like to suffer, she is always so beautiful, contemplate the sun in her eyes, she can breathe life into you with just a mere glance, her voice is the most wonderful melody I ever heard, and... *sigh*

And is hard to have to share it with the world. As we walk through south stellis, I'm fueled with an ever so familiar jealousy, the fear of someone could look at her, and fall in love with her as deeply as I, and steal her away can be overwhelming at times. As we walk by a little bookshop, she stop on her tracks.

- You should go in the shop! - she stated, almost demanded.

- Sure, there is a book you want to search? I can help, let's go in...

- Noooo, you go in, not we - she said as her eyes shifted through the street.

- I thought today was about my lady pampering me, but I see something else picked your interest. What are you looking at? - as I try to find at she is looking at, I feel a pair of hands grabing my face, as she pull my face closer to her.

- Just go inside, you are going to ruin the suprise - she pouted, as her face was getting red.

- Okay, okay, I will go miss, but you will have to compensate me for abandoning me on our date. - she give me a small kiss, leaving me with a dumb smile on my face.

- I know, I will be right back - she said as she leaves.

As I enter the bookshop, I can see it is a rather cozy place, most of the books are old and used, which leaves the place with a unique smell, almost like the intere place was made of nostalgic feelings, as I walk through the bookshelves, I get lost in my thoughts.

I remember when I first meet her, I thought she was just a little girl with a boss who overestimated her abilities, but she was quick to prove me wrong, and I glad she did so, she was as smart as she was beatiful, and before I notice she became a beacon of light in my life, the type of light I wasn't use to.

My life before her seems like faint memory, all those years spent in the dark, they almost don't seem real anymore. Sometimes, when I all alone, I can still hear it, all those whispers that I heard when I still lived in Svart:

"You are just like your father"

"You have blood in your veins"

"You don't realy have heart"

I used to think that was true, but now I know it simply ain't the case, I know that I have a heart, because she stole it from me, but I don't care, I don't want it back, it is hers after all.

A small poke on my shoulder bring me back to reality, as I turn around I see a small figure holding a bouquet of roses, and I can't help but smile.

- Flowers for my beautiful boyfriend - she said proud of herself.

- They are very pretty, thank you.

- I remembered you said once you never got flowers, and you always give me them, so I thought this time I could give them to you.

That's just what I was talking about, how can I not love her, she is so lovely, and I know that I don't deserve her. Nobody treated me that way, like I am a normal person, with feelings and insecurities, most people sees me as the heir of the Haspran's family, or the infamous doctor Richter, but not her, for her I'm just Vyn.

After that she guided me to nice restaurant, it had a familiar atmosphere, the staff was polite, and seemed very acquainted with her, the staff talked about how she used to eat all the time, and she got a little embarrassed, and honestly, it made her look cuter.

As the night ends, we sit on a bench in the park, eating ice cream, she points at the stars talking about the constellations she can see, but I need to look at the sky to see the stars, the brightest one is already sitting by my side.

- Thank you - I say with a sigh.

- For what? - she says smiling.

- For everything, for the date, the flowers, being you, I guess I don't show enough how much love you. I love you, to the moon and back, and everytime we are together, I fall in love once more with you. Before I meet you my life was darkness, and then you appeared like light, and all the pain and sadness became a little more bearable because you were there with me. So will you allow me to be your moon? For you will always be my sun.

- Vyn - she tear up a bit - I love you too.

And in that moment there were only two of us in the world, our lips meet like it was first and last time we would kiss, there was a hunger and passion like it been years since the last time we kiss, it tasted as sweetly as the ice cream, and with the blessing of the stars, our love shall last forever.

[tacky-optic]

ok, let's talk about this guy. hold on i'm serious wait HEAR ME OUT--

to preface i hardly ever think of ^this guy^, but he and the scene that brought this on was touched on very briefly in a podcast i've been listening to lately (sideburns and cigarettes ofc), so here we are. enjoy my barely filtered take on the cardboard cutout pt 6 zeni before cardboard cutout pt 6 zeni.

extremely excited for the koike zenigata movie that hasn't even been remotely mentioned in any official capacity yet.

zenigata in ep 4 of twcfm, first half behaviors aside, goes from trying to shoot Lupin square in the chest the second he sees him to reciting fking SHAKESPEARE to him come ON. what does that MEAN. and then he tries to kill him again HELLO. wipe the hotsauce outta your eyes and take a deep breath in, man

like he fucks fujiko in a purely transactional sense sure but all of that convinced me he wants to not only fuck but marry AND kill lupin. in ONE scene.

and then that energy's just. gone. poof. there's barely enough there for it to get to the same level it does in most other lupin media. his reverse-oedipus twink son stole all of it and i'm only a little salty, i swear.

anyways i want koike zeni to go on a disgustingly complex tirade about why he needs to get rid of this peacocky little shitheel in an unnecessarily intimate manner to some random cop npc "sir this is a stakeout" style, but instead he's just "where's lupin. where's this axe guy. okay axe guy fucked off, goemon stand aside so i can arrest lupin."

listen, he's allowed to be the cool cold hardboiled cop guy, but that's hardly enough for him to compete with the rest of the koike gang. lupin's a diabolical little shit (unchanged). jigen's willing to explicitly die for lupin's schemes and that's fun to him. goemon will train until he fucking keels over. fujiko is the Baddest Bitch.

on the flipside, for the most part, you could replace zenigata with literally anyone else and it'd hardly change much.

if there's any medium to execute The Obsession to its fullest extent in, it's this. they could totally amp up the Tragicomedy in the koike stuff, but they seem to be avoiding "comedic relief" zenigata like the plague even though that is, without a doubt, a massive part of what makes zenigata Zenigata in the first place. he's the best cop but he's an absolute trainwreck of a human being. basette nailed it, actually--

they were so fucking real for this.

anyway i'm well aware that anything my half-conscious potato brain/ The Fandom can cook up will be obliquely better than anything released officially, but a fella can dream. or, y'know, maybe they'll surprise us. that'd be neat

[scham-wcan]

Prompt: V10 or V11 after Cinder is surrenders and Winter has to be the main guard on duty to watch her. One of the first moments you can tell Cinder is switching sides to be one of the good guys.

Still one of my favourite potential scenes which in my head I’ve written 100s of times, hope this one is half way decent!

It got very too much long sorry!

It had been weeks at this point since Cinder had, well for lack of better terminology, come into Team Remnant’s possession. She had been cast out by Salem following some sort of internal schism, they had no real way of telling the specifics of it but they knew Cinder was on the losing side.

Her Grimm arm had burned itself and a fair amount of tissue it touched on Cinder away. Deepening scars and chasms in the woman’s skin which already laid thick with recovering fibre. When RWBY had brought her back to Vacuo, Winter cursed at the Fallen Maiden first; though quietly gasped at the imagined pain such a severance package would entail.

It was easily decided that while others could assist her, Winter was to be the primary warden for the Maiden. Without her Grimm form they were worried Ruby’s silver eyes would no longer hurt her, so the only way they could counter a Maiden was with another Maiden. Winter quickly stole herself to the task, expecting long hours of cat and mouse, venomous barbs and snarling at the bars as it were.

But that was so far from the truth.

The first week Winter spent watching over a sleeping, well she imagined that’s what it was, and recovering Cinder. Her body lined with gauze and films of medical tape, all of her form made Winter’s mind take flight. She knew she should be spitefully proud, this was one of the people responsible for her home’s destruction, Cinder had so much pain caused in her file that it could fill a leger. But all Winter could hear was the lengthened wheeze-like breathing Cinder had for those long dark nights, no fires or ash or glass, just pained huffs and wheezes.

“Come on.” Winter remembered vividly on their second week of Cinder being properly awake. One hand held a bowl of brown stew while the other had a spoon. “You need to eat.” Her tone sharp and aggressive, biting through her teeth as she pressed the bowl forward. Forward onto the huddled form of Cinder, black clothing tattered, one arm clutching around her knees as she sat against a stone wall.

Silence replied to the Schnee, far from the burning hisses the Maiden had hurled at her in their last dual. Even her golden eye refused to meet Winter’s, staring downward at the floor where Winter crouched instead.

“I’m not hungry.” Cinder’s voice cracked. Blinking long and slow.

It only made Winter sigh, lowering the bowl and utensil with a clutter. “You’re just being a brat now you know that?” Winter scowled, not quite caring if she was being too hostile. Grabbing at the empty cup beside them both now, with a pointed finger she sprayed a gust of icy wind into its form, filling it with cold water fast.

“You haven’t eaten in four days, and even then all you ate last was a chunk of meat.” Winter admonished, placing the water cup down beside Cinder’s right side. Sighing lengthy through her nose then, Winter inspected the battle damaged Cinder. “If you intend to martyr yourself in a hole for your god you have to know we’re quicker to sedate you, right?”

“You won’t.” Cinder smirked for the first time in a long while. A cracking chuckle lowly flicking from her as her eye turned upward to the Schnee. “Then you won’t have your little victory parade with me daily, Specialist~.”

Winter’s scowl deepened as she pressed herself from her haunches, dusting herself off calmly before her hands folded behind her back.

“You don’t think I don’t know why you’re here everyday? Aww it’s cute, I admit.” Cinder lulled quietly still. “Though if you want to truly savour a win, distance makes the heart grow fonder, Schnee Scum.”

Winter rolled her eyes, grand, now the things she had been hearing beyond this cell from the other survivors were inching their way into it as well.

“I do not find any glory in this, Clod.” Cinder looked taken aback by the comment, if only for a moment. Then the Maiden watched as Winter wandered around her to her right side and fell down against the wall as well.

Letting her white hair ease against the wall behind her, Winter swallowed evenly. “Honestly, if anything I thought you’d put up more of a fight.” She feigned to glance at Cinder, though she could guess by the shifting sounds her vision turned from her. “Especially when you’re probably more interested in getting back to your kind of villains than sitting out the end of days in a hole.”

A growling snarl parted from Cinder, Winter supposed some of it was intended to be something like a spit. “I have no interest being with that traitorous, lying, machiavellian witch.” Cinder dragged her form tighter with her one arm, the action seemed to only steepen that anger more. “There is nothing for me there anymore…” A moment took hold where Winter momentarily glanced at the Fall Maiden. “Now, I’m just your toy captive. I suppose.”

“What an ugly title.” Winter sighed out, letting some military wit needle its way through, as she leaned her head back on the wall. “Well, actually, you did call me an Atlas Elite which was hurtful plenty.”

“And Ironwood’s lapdog.” Cinder heaved.

Winter’s expression soured. “Well we both served ungrateful bastards, didn’t we?” Pausing for a moment. “At least I got to finish mine off.” Her eyes flicked for a moment, watching as Cinder uncoiled herself from her knees. It looked painful, but the Fall Maiden slowly leaned backward into the wall like the Winter Maiden. Staring up into the ceiling as Winter had.

Sighing for a long while, Cinder eventually nodded. “I want to kill my bastard too.” Her golden eye flicking with the first remembrance of full fiery gold for the first time in a long while, glancing over to Winter.

“I think we can start getting you on that track.” Winter nodded, then pointed between the pair of them. “But you should eat the soup, I think I made it correctly this time.”

“I fucking doubt it.”

[sarandipitywrites]

find the vibe tag

@starlit-hopes-and-dreams tagged me for this one - thank you! find their snippets here (but maybe find a pillow to scream into, first)

my vibe to find is "that numb feeling when you've all but given up but have no other choice except to press on" - and i know just the scene 😈 it's from draft 3 of Dead Roots, Dark Water, because of course it is

(gently) tagging @sleepyowlwrites, @kaiusvnoir, @serotoninshift, @daisywords, and @byjillianmaria (and you, if you want to play!) to find the vibe: the realization that things can't be the way they were before.

now, here's DRDW (it's a long one):

Cold air buffeted him, pinching his cheeks and stinging his eyes. It stole his breath like a bakhmare on his chest, bringing him to a stumbling halt.

Sleek, shiny walls surrounded him, punctuated by racks of servers and computer terminals. Colorful bundles of cables ran along the floor, mirrored by glass pipes along the ceiling. Luminescent dark liquid flowed through the pipes, casting a strange, undulating glow across the walls. Cold air blasted from vents in the ceiling, sharp and sanitized.

Daxter swallowed around his thick, dry tongue. Where were all the cells?

A thrill ran icy fingers down his neck and arms, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He'd fucked up.

The thought draped over him, heavy and stifling. He'd made a wrong turn, gone the wrong way, left the prison section of the fortress entirely, fucked it all up the one time he couldn't, the one time there'd be no one to bail him out, no second chances because it was fifteen minutes from last shift change and the patrol would find him and they'd kick him out or lock him up and he'd never see—

His thoughts drifted and blurred along with the room. Daxter shuffled in place, reached for the floor through his boots, a thousand miles away. Everything was floating away, his body—

He was moving, pacing in circles around the room. He rubbed his arms, muttering. "Come back, come down. It's fine, it's fine, everything's—" He scrubbed at his eyes, tried to bring the world back into focus. His hands came away wet. "Fuck." He staggered over to the wall, pressed his back against it.

Hard lines of metal dug into the spaces between his ribs.

A gun. His gun.

That was good. That was solid.

He leaned into the angles, into the pressure. Breathe. He had to breathe. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose—

Liquid snot flooded his throat, coated the back of his tongue in a warm wash of salt. He gagged and sputtered, his mouth filling with saliva. Swallowing and sniffling, he sat back against the cold wall, arms around his knees. He couldn't do anything right. He couldn't even breathe right, not when it mattered. If Samos were here, he'd be going on about proper oxygenation or some shit while Daxter's body tried its level best to drown him in his own mucus.

"You don't have to be perfect," her voice whispered in the back of his mind. "You just have to try."

Try. He could try.

He sat there, breathing through his mouth — wrong, but trying — until the panicked clenching of his lungs slowed. The floor solidified beneath him, cold and hard and real.

The soft glow of the black liquid brushed over his face, his skin. He watched it flow through the pipe, chased the hints of light in the darkness.

He hadn't gone the wrong way. There was no other way to go, not if he was following the green dot. There'd been no chance to fuck up, not even for him. This room was just... different. That was all. One more bizarro room in a jumbo-sized puzzle block of the weird and not-so-fantastic. Yeah. That was all. If he just kept going, he'd be back to cell blocks in no time.

A sobbing laugh burbled from his throat. He was hoping to see prison cells. Gods, if he hadn't already known his life had gone to the abyss, that would have been the torch on the pyre...

He wiped at his face, cold and wet and sticky with snot, and retched. He unwound his scarf from around his neck and scrubbed at his eyes, nose, and mouth, tried to ignore the prickling feeling in his calves.

He stopped, pulse beating in his ears. How long had he been sitting there? If it had been long enough for his legs to fall asleep, the patrols would definitely have been back already, so why—

Needles pushing into his legs, he scrambled to his feet. He stared down the corridor, strained his ears towards... anything. Voices, footsteps. Anything.

The rattle of his own breath. The pulsing of his own blood. Nothing more.

He bit his lip. Salt lingered on his skin, prickled his tongue. His fingers twitched, nerves misfiring. He shoved his hands in his pockets to still them. If a patrol hadn't shown up already, they weren't coming. No patrol meant no prisoners... didn't it? But Jak was this way. He had to be. If he wasn't—

Daxter dug his nails into his palms, let the bite of pain wash over his brain. He shook the doubt from his head and marched onward. There would be more cells. He'd find Jak. He had to.

[lollytea]

LOLLY. I AM SHAKING YOU IN JOY AND PAIN. STRAY ITALIAN GREYHOUND. THIS SONG.

Okay, so I of course stole it off your Hunlow playlist because it's perfect for Hunter and how he sees Willow.

or so I THOUGHT. Until TODAY.

BECAUSWHFHAHHD like,

"I've just settled into the glass half empty made myself at home

And so why now?

Oh, please not now

I just stopped believing in happy endings, harbors of my own"

I know that in FTF Willow only lets herself feel this way for a moment, before Hunter reminds her of who she is BYYY:

"But you had to come along didn't you

Tear down the doors

Throw open windows

Oh, if you knew just what a fool you have made me

So what do I do with this?"

He tore open the doors (vines lol) literally and figuratively! And what is she supposed to do with that?? Fall in love. Obviously. How could you NOT after a cute boy teleports you out of self-loathing and doubt!?

LIKE:

"This sudden burst of sunlight

And me with my umbrella"

I AM NOT OKAY. THIS REVELATION HAS ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY.

It still works from Hunter's perspective too, obviously, from like ASIAS onward but after FTF I think it works the other way around too and I just. They're just. PAIN. MY HEART BRO. There are so many other lyrics that fit in the little music video in my head of the two of them but I'm literally on my break at work and need to go LMAO

Sorry for just vomiting in your ask box😂

This is the second time this month I've made somebody go insane over the Stray Italian Greyhound and huntlow combo. Vienna Teng put some fucking CHEMICALS in that song!!! Turns the freakin frogs gay!!!!

And YEAH!!! I added it to the playlist back when I made it after Labyrinth Runners. Because that's what I associated it with at the time!!! Hunter's lost his home, his family, his religion, his identity, his sense of safety. He's LOST everything!!! And he's struggling to come to terms with that. By the time Gus finds him at Hexside, the shock has subsided and he thinks he can be functional now. But he's not okay. He's still got a lot going on mentally and it's messing him up.

But at the same time....hallway blush scene....he has his little "Oh. It's her." moment. And I know that he was very confused in the aftermath of the Hexside incident. And when he's left alone to reflect on what he's feeling he's just "Now?? Are you fucking serious?? We're really gonna do this now??? I just found out I'm not a real person and everybody's gonna die next week, is now REALLY the fucking time???" He has ENOUGH problems!! He doesn't know how to deal with this!! But also he can't help it because while he's fucked up and traumatized, he's also brimming with confusing fizzling teenage hormones and she's Willow Park and it's very overwhelming and scary and doesn't know which way is up or down and he has no idea what he's gonna do about this. Feelings like these demand so much from him and after everything he's been through he really doesn't know if he can stomach it. But she won't give him a moment to catch his breath and he's locked in now and there's nothing he can do about it.

BUT YEAH!!!! I've had that playlist on quite a lot since FTF leaked because I have been so not normal about them. So I have NOTICED that it now applies to multiple different angles. And thinking about the chorus from Willow's perspective during the whole vine scene makes me ILL. And then in the aftermath of that....the vibes of that song are so....terrified yet giddy and overwhelmed yet euphoric. How fucking soft and blushy Willow was after that scene. "Just what a fool you have made me" YEAH!!!!

He IS a sudden burst of sunlight!!!

She IS with her umbrella!!!!

ALSO ALSO ALSO!!! Being a girl who has such a tight reign over her own emotions completely falling victim to loserish behaviour during this part? Ready to fucking combust cuz she is being held so gently.

"What do I do, do I do with a love that won't sit still?

Won't do what it's told"

HATE this song, HATE them!!!!

[khalixascorner]

Say it Loud(er) Epilogue

Summary: When Tony goes before the Senate to protest an inhumane amendment to the Superhero Accountability Act, he doesn't mean to admit he loves Spider-Man on live CSPAN. Rather than recant his statement, Tony rolls with the punches and declares them married too. Now he just has to let Peter know before the press gets their hands on him.

Tags: Accidental Marriage, Public Confessions, no literally, it's mostly fluff with a little bit of spice right at the end.

Fill for Marvel Trumps Hate 2022

Read on AO3 Here Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

“You ready, Tones?” Rhodey asked, and Tony checked his suit in the mirror one last time. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ready,” Tony said, throwing a grin at his friend. “And we get real pictures this time too.”

“You get a whole ass real wedding this time,” Rhodey retorted. “Nice of T’Challa to host it for you too.”

“Peter did ask for the trip to Wakanda and a honeymoon,” Tony said.

“I still can’t believe you invited Secretary Ross,”  Rhodey scoffed, turning to check his own appearance one last time.

“Hey if it weren’t for the man being a greedy short sighted bigot, who knows how long it would have taken for us to get our shit together,” Tony said with a laugh. “Plus, there was no way T’Challa would let him within 100 miles of Wakanda.”

Rhodey started to respond, only to get interrupted as Happy stuck his head in. 

“Alright gentlemen, let's go,” Happy said. “Don’t want to keep the bride waiting.”

“If he hears you say that and takes offense, don’t expect me to protect you,” Tony teased. “He’s stronger than me and I don’t have my other suit.”

“It’ll be fine,” Happy said with a scoff. “Kid still owes me for driving him around when he was a twerp.”

“That’s my fiance you’re talking about, Hogan,” Tony warned, and Happy just held up his hands while muttering. 

“Alright, alright, enough stalling, let's go,” Rhodey said, pushing Tony towards the door. 

-------------------

Soon enough Tony was standing at the front of a small crowd, Rhodey and Happy at his side, while T’Challa stood in front of a vibrant tapestry. 

Ned and MJ walked down the short aisle first, taking their places on T’Challa’s other side. Then the music changed. It wasn’t a traditional bridal march and was probably more suited to the epic scenes found in Peter’s favorite movies, but as the music built, Tony couldn’t imagine anything more fitting for a pair of heroes. 

His first look at Peter stole his breath away. The suit was perfectly tailored, hugging Peter’s body like a glove. It was a beautiful blue, reminiscent of his other suit, with a red shirt and gold vest. It was also a not so subtle nod to their colors. 

May walked Peter down the aisle and Tony smiled as she pulled Peter into a hug before turning to Tony.

“You hurt him, and they’ll never find the body,” she told him, smiling pleasantly as she placed Peter’s hand in his. 

“Don’t worry, Friday will help you hide the body and Peter gets everything when I die,” Tony replied honestly. May nodded, her eyes already suspiciously wet as she moved to her seat. 

Tony took both of Peter’s hands in his and gave his fiance an encouraging look as they turned to T’Challa. 

“Thank you all for being here today,” T’Challa said. “We have come together to witness the marriage of Anthony Stark and Peter Stark. Well, the second marriage, rather.”

The audience chuckled and Tony rolled his eyes as T’Challa continued.

“Love is a precious thing, as is family, so there is no greater joy than celebrating a love shared between two people and the joining that will grow their families in turn,” T’Challa said. “Now, the couple has written their own vows, so I think we shall leave it to them. Anthony?”

Tony’s heart was pounding in his chest as he turned towards Peter again. He had written his vows probably a dozen times, and yet, he found himself throwing away the metaphorical notecards again.

“You know, I wrote a lot of drafts for my vows,” Tony said with a chuckle. “I wanted them perfect. But I’m a mechanic, not a poet, and honestly, there aren’t words enough in the whole universe to encapsulate how much I love you. And the truth is- well, the truth is I plan to spend however much time I have left on this planet doing my best to make sure you’re happy, healthy, and cared for. So I’ll be here, no matter what. Whether you’re sick or exhausted or excited, it doesn’t matter. I want to be by your side through all of it.”

“You know, for a second, I thought you were gonna say I am Iron Man,” Peter teased with a sniffle when Tony paused.

“The thought did cross my mind,” Tony teased back before his face became serious again. “I want you to know, Pete, that you’re it for me. For as long as you’ll have me, I’m yours and I hope you’ll still consent to being mine.”

“Of course, I still consent,” Peter said, rolling his eyes. Then the younger man took a deep breath. “I don’t have any fancy vows either, but I can promise you this: I promise to be loyal and true, to always have your back, and to never give up on us so long as you’re willing to try too. I’ll stay by your side, even when you’re old and grey. Well, more grey.”

Peter gave Tony a watery smile and he squeezed Peter’s hands reassuringly. He knew how much it scared Peter to think about losing him and maybe it was selfish, but Tony wanted all of the years he could get at Peter’s side. 

“But most of all, I plan to spend every day loving you, for as much time as we’re gifted together,” Peter said as a few tears slipped down the younger man’s face. 

Tony lifted up his hand to gently wipe them away then turned his attention to T’Challa. When it was time to exchange the rings, Rhodey pulled the custom set from his pocket. Friday had ordered their original set, and while she had gotten them functional ones, Tony had wanted something a little more them. 

The rings were made of blacked vibranium with a nanite ring in the center, coded to look like a starry sky in deep space. Before Peter, Tony would have said he never wanted to look too closely at the stars again, but Peter had followed him to space and had stayed by his side after everything. So when the younger man had grandly proclaimed that his love for Tony was greater than all of the universe, it had stuck. 

Peter gasped as he got a good look at it. Tony smiled softly, glad that he had managed to keep these a surprise after all.

“Not that I intend to let you forget but just in case, all you have to do is look down to remember that you’re my whole universe and I can’t imagine not having you by my side,” Tony murmured. Then he handed the other box to Peter.

“I love you more than there are stars in the sky, and I’ll follow you to the ends of the universe,” Peter promised as he slid the ring on Tony’s finger.

T’Challa smiled and declared them husbands. Tony drew Peter in, pressing their lips together with all of the tenderness and love he had. 

---------------

The rest of the night passed in a blur, and all Tony could remember was smiling so hard his face hurt as he realized that Peter was finally his husband for real this time and he didn’t have to give him back.

When he told Peter this, the younger man just laughed.

“I’ve always been yours, Tony,” Peter said, his eyes filled with love. “You just didn’t realize it yet.”

[anneangel]

More facts about "Smaug, The Golden" and a review of The Hobbit and Greed.

— Modus Operandi of Smaug —

Smaug dreamed, or had a nightmare, of Bilbo (after Bilbo first entered the Chamber and stole a Cup). Smaug dreamed of:

"A warrior, altogether insignificant in size but provided with a bitter sword and great courage, figured most unpleasantly" — The Hobbit, book.

Later Smaug is enraged when he wakes up and realizes there are intruders (whom he judges to be Lake-Town humans). After roaming around the mountain, eating the Company ponies acquired in Lake-Town (and knowing that they were ridden by dwarves) the dragon returns to the mountain and PRETENDS to sleep, while waiting for someone to return to the hall, knowing that there are still intruders there to steal him again.

Then Bilbo goes down the tunnel a second time and both exchange the dialogue that inspired the movie scene (althoug have changes in the dialogue, the basis is the same).

Smaug can sleep with his eyes open, smell and feel the air where Bilbo walks. Bilbo is startled when realizes that the dragon is awake and talking to him:

"Well thief! I smell you and I feel your air. I hear your breath. Come along! Help yourself again, there is plenty and to spare!" — The Hobbit, book.

Bilbo is astute at doing Riddles (he knows it's not a good idea to reveal his name, just as it's not wise not to answer Smaug's questions. So he finds a middle ground by making Riddles, which was smart because it ends up interesting the Dragon, rather than boring him), knowing that doing so would intrigue the dragon, who was already curious because not to recognize the scent of a Hobbit.

Bilbo also uses flattery, which Smaug loves even though knows Bilbo is lying. The dragon's voice and majesty are mesmerizing, and he tries to weave distrust in Bilbo's heart against the dwarves (and succeeds, even though Bilbo tries to remain loyal).

Both Bilbo and Smaug have an "polite" talk. But no more.

— Smaug Personality —

Smaug is most specially greedy, strong and wicked. He has vast knowledge about all the treasure he has (so much so that he missed the Cup that Bilbo took), the dragon delights in unraveling riddles, is a great conversationalist, adore to hear his own voice and brag about himself, and can manipulate his victims through speech almost like an incantation (Bilbo tries hard not to reveal anything in front of Smaug's grandeur and his inquiring voice, but even so the Hobbit lets slip that he wasn't alone, although the dragon already knew, Bilbo lets slip about "barrels" too, and finally the Hobbit talks about the "revenge!" which some crave against versus Smaug).

Smaug is a spiteful and vengeful dragon, presumptuous (he laughs and scorns when Bilbo speaks of Revenge, and he plans to take his anger out on Lake-Town, given that they helped the intruders), in addition, the dragon having a confidence, superb and tremendous self-esteem (ignoring, oblivious and underestimating his weaknesses and opponents, which causes his death).

— Size of Smaug —

He was so big that his head didn't fit into the passage through which Bilbo entered (which was 5 feet and three could walk in it side by side).

In addition he seems to be able to swing the mountain and things like that, he destroyed Lake-Town with ease (killing almost half of the city in his attack) and when he falls on the place he destroys what was still standing (unless book such claims are hyperbole). And there is this:

"My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail is a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!". — The Hobbit, book.

Apart from hypotheses, and a probable letter from Tolkien, about his size: The book itself NEVER reveals Smaug real size. And in the drawings made, Tolkien says it are out of proportion.

I always pictured Smaug as huge (although I pictured him as Golden, given his title name "Smaug, the Golden", even though in the drawing in the book he is, in fact, red). Most likely the "golden" refers to the glow of all the golden wealth in Smaug's red skin (besides what is embedded in while he sleeps on top of the fortune) or maybe he's REALLY part red and part golden. Lmao.

— About the Interaction Between Bilbo and Smaug —

Bilbo's confidence against the Dragon. He was afraid, but there is also a moment where he enters the chamber (for the first time, I think) where he is afraid, goes ahead anyway and after seeing all the wealth he seems so delighted what he FORGOTTEN the dragon for a few seconds.

(and remember that in the book the dragon was on top of the treasure, while in the film it was sleeping under and submerged. That Bilbo forgot the dragon in front of his sight, shows how momentarily the hobbit was enchanted by the treasure).

When Bilbo picks up the Arkenstone (after the dragon leaves) Bilbo is also drawn to the stone as if by an enchantment, he doesn't know exactly why he does this (but he accuses himself of being a thief, so something in his behavior gives him away).

So for me, when Bilbo talks about "revenge!" (against the dragon) it's more of a scene where he's confident and full of himself, but then he realizes himself that "you shouldn't mock live dragons, Bilbo fool" (or something like that).

— The Greed/Gold Disease —

What I mean? Well, something was wrong with Smaug and that treasure. Bilbo is the first to be enchanted, as well as the first to realize that all the riches there are worth nothing really important. There is an enchantment, and when Bilbo says, in the book, that the place "stinks of dragon" just when Thorin, Thranduil and Bard are almost at war over the mountain's spoils, it seems to me that he is referring not only to the smell alone, but that "something" of aura still permeates that place.

That's why I interpret the "revenge!" of Bilbo as a recklessness motivated, if not by the dragon, by the aura that makes everyone feel self-centered and indestructible there (be it the Dragon himself, be it Bilbo, be it Thorin later, or Thranduil and Bard).

Bilbo may have been enchanted, but later he becomes sensible when he realizes that there are more important things than treasure, starting with life. But not only that, Bilbo realizes that he would trade all the mountain's treasure for his "hole in the ground", his peace, tranquility and comfort.

"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world" Hobbit, book.

So when the others are fighting over the Mountain's Spoil, Bilbo is above them in realizing that greed is getting the better of everyone around. And Bilbo is the only one who can see this because he is the only one who is no longer in the grip of greed (with the extra exception of Gandalf, who also thought that Thorin, Thranduil and Bard were going too far).

— A Foolish Plan —

Bilbo's plan is an idiotic plan, he plans to use the Arkenstone as a "hostage" and then force Thorin to pay Bard and Thranduil. But it's a stupid plan because even if Thorin complied, his heart would still be full of hatred and distrust, the dwarven, elven and human kingdoms never understood each other, and Thorin would harbor a grudge against them, and because their kingdoms are very close, commercial relations and all it would be bad between them.

Very likely the strife of war would come upon them in the near future.

It wouldn't work out in the long run. And neither was the short term, as Dáin's army was coming and Thorin planned to fight, whatever the circumstances.

Okay, Bilbo's plan was foolish. But I forgive him because Bilbo did everything with the best of intentions. Bilbo wanted the best for everyone and didn't want anyone to get hurt (not the dwarves or humans or elves).

Even if Bilbo's plan was idiotic and foolish, he was the only one there who was trying to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. His plan was foolish, but his intentions were noble.

That's why what scares us the most is not Bilbo using the stone as a hostage and "betraying Thorin", what scares us the most is that Thorin was so mad that he was trying capable of killing a friend/ hobbit over a silly stone.

—The Ending and Moral of the Story —

And even Bilbo, with his best intentions, is no mean protagonist. Bilbo acknowledges at the end that he "made a mess of that stone thing". Bilbo recognizes his mistakes and that he didn't have the best of ideas, although his intentions were noble, he really made a mess.

In the end, what really unites them all is the need to join forces against a common enemy, making them realize that it was silly to fight for the spoils when they could do more together...

...Dwarves, Elves and Humans (with a little help from the Eagles) unite against the Army of Orks and Wargs, getting rid of the disease of greed. Although there are consequences and deaths, in the end, remains the legacy of unity and friendship Between people in front adversity (But obviously there are other lessons throughout the book/movies besides this one).

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do YOU ever struggle with writing camp camp characters in-character? well i have a solution for you!!!

literally just write scenes that happened in the canon show as if youre writing a fic. watch an episode where the character you want to write has a good enough role in it and just write. if you have a headcanon for your character (ie. traumatized as fuck harrison), incorporate that.

examples -

“So, you want a real trick. Okay then, Neil.” Harrison narrowed his eyes and lifted an eyebrow. Neil was asking for it.

“I’ll perform the greatest trick of all!” Harrison raised his hands in preparation. I shouldn’t do this. I really shouldn’t be doing this.

His thoughts of pre-regret wasn’t enough to stop him from wiggling his fingers and chanting the words. The words themselves were, well, useless, but he felt more like an actual performer when he said them, not just a freak. “Abracadabra!”

I fucked up. But he couldn’t show regret. He only held his grin and stared at Neil as he looked around.

“Aaamazing, Harrison.” Neil scoffed, crossing his arms. He and Max both looked less than impressed.

“C’mon, Neil. Let’s get the fuck-“ Max was cut off by a groan of pain, hunching over within seconds and clutching his stomach.

Max wasn’t the intended target.

The campers cheered anyway. They didn’t freeze in place, or ridicule him, or look his way in disgust. They just cheered.

But as the boy hacked and coughed, a dark part of him thought the praise from the campers at Max’s expense was worth it.

Because they didn’t look at Harrison like a monster.

---

“Welp, that’s it for me.” Max’s dry, spiteful nature was enough to make Preston’s blood boil. He angrily stormed over, glaring at the younger boy.

Crossing his arms, he scoffed and looked away. “Thanks for your contribution. An inanimate object stuffed with HAY could’ve acted better!”

Looking down at the platypus, the only one with actual talent (which meant she stayed quiet and in place during set), he offered a compliment. “Platypus, you’re doing great. Stole the scene! Keep it up!”

The platypus let out a mwack in return.

“Alright, people,” Preston tugged at his ruff and began to stomp away. “Get your SHIT together!”

---

Preston scowled, stomping over to Max and his little group of friends, footsteps not making any noise. He drew a deep breath before shouting, “WIZARD! You’re about to miss your CUE!”

Neil, Nikki, and Max all leaned backwards in surprise, Neil jolting and somehow looking more sweaty than he did before. For his own sake, he better not look like such a mess when his scene comes up.

“I will not have you ruffians, RUIN MY BIG DEBUT!” With a shout, Preston pointed angrily to the ground for effect. He walked over to Max and began to shove the needlessly sarcastic boy away from his friends and towards the stage. “Now get.”

---

Frustration bubbled in his chest at Neil’s dismissal. Magic was the one thing he was good at, couldn’t Neil let him have one thing?

“Then how do you explain,” Harrison reached a hand behind Nikki’s ear. A coin materialized within his fingers, and he pulled his hand away, showing off the silver quarter. “This?”

Nikki’s response was as excited as ever. She slapped her hands over her ears. “I’ve got money ears!”