#no wonder Martin was so stressed 😭

[viideo-kidd]

Oliver being canonically good-looking is so funny to me. Like he's so beautiful that statement givers remember it and must comment on it while giving a statement about the most messed up eldritch stuff they've ever seen

[esotericbluntbaby]

your hamzah angst was sooo good 😭 i really love this specific concept of angst where one of them distances from the other 🥹🥹

maybe you could do a prompt where y/n is scared to date hamzah?? maybe even rejecting him at first or something omg...

or one where they get into an argument which makes one of them distance themselves from the other (i love this concept so much sorry LOL)

passionfruit

hamzahthefantastic x reader

description: heartbroken by the reader rejecting his advances out of fear, hamzah finds someone else; yet, he doesn't realize he looks for you in her until it was almost too late.

mentions: roommate!hamzah, angst, feelings of abandonment, she/her pronouns, happy ending, sfw!

i was listening to passionfruit by drake while writing this lol i was trying to go for a trope where they're both yearning but there's a blockage in the way of them getting to each other. "leaving, you're just doing that to get even" really inspired me

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"this is azra, my girlfriend," hamzah admitted as you gazed at the alluring girl he brought into the apartment.

in moments, you felt like the library of alexandria has fallen once again. all the enriching history and knowledge you once knew, in addition to him knowing as well, was burnt to a crisp like a match to dry grass. you wondered if things could've been different; if you had finally grown the courage in the garden of your soul to tell him how you truly felt. yet, it was too late to dwell.

you couldn't blame him for getting a girlfriend, especially one as pretty as she is. technically, he wasn't yours to begin with; he was merely your roommate living in the room parallel to you. however, for a while, it felt like he was. the chemistry between the two of you morphed into a familiar tension of pairs; grapes are connected by their stems in the way that leaves are connected by the branches, the same way that you two were connected by the many traits you had in common.

there was always exchanged glances. the contact between your eyes and his created a candle flame that the wrinkles and creases from his smile would fan. you two acknowledged it, leading to social settings being disrupted by being stuck in a cycle of addiction: an addiction to the understanding you two had for each other with merely a look. some call it the look of love, but you and hamzah never even had the chance to speak about it.

eventually, the shared eye contact turned into physical contact. whether it was interlocking your arms or hands or legs together while cuddling on the couch, or simply sitting on the floor to him and resting your head on his thigh as he played games with martin, days went by with a different method of touch brightening both of your days.

one time, specifically, you began to cry because of the stress that consumed any amount of happiness you were able to feel. assuming that hamzah would just hang out with you, possibly giving you a long and needed hug, you decided to go to his room. opening the door to you on the verge of breaking down in front of him, he not only gave you a hug, but also pecked your forehead and cheeks with kisses while whispering reassurance and affirmations into your ear. things were different from that day; you were no longer just friends.

however, with the difference in relationship, anyone would think that you two would simply talk about what you were. you guys have done practically everything together besides see each other naked or kissed on the lips; why wouldn't you begin to watch a relationship flourish when you know there was nothing that could go wrong? you knew he felt the same way that he did. why wouldn't you take the leap and see where it takes you?

you were a pussy. that's why.

so, you began to distance as if hamzah had the black plague and you were trying to live until you were old and wrinkly. he noticed the uncomfortable amounts of quietude in the apartment and how, suddenly, you began to go out more to parties and hangouts. hamzah knows you; you were never a partying type of girl. he knew there was something up from the sheer amount of you posting on your story about a venue or houseparty you were at, despite being one of the biggest homebodies he knew. did he mention it to you? no. in fact, he amplified the distance since he thought you simply didn't like him the way he liked you. he took your distance as rejection, similar to an empty score on a test or no reply after a job interview.

you distanced yourselves from each other, causing the home to become a house with two bodies far away from each other inside of it. yet, hamzah still decided to introduce you to azra since she would be around more often, causing the awkward situation in front of you to unfold.

"it's nice to meet you," you mentioned as you shook her hand, almost as if this was a business deal instead of an introduction.

she snarked, "yeah, totally. hamzah, you didn't tell me your roommate was a girl?"

hamzah stared at her, "i did. it was one of the first things i told you when i asked if you wanted to come over, actually."

"mmm, i don't remember," she turned to look at you, "will that be a problem?"

confused, you turned your gaze from hamzah to her, "i'm not following. what are you talking about?"

"you're his roommate. you're a girl. i'm his girlfriend. is that an issue?" she cocked her eyebrow.

"no, ma'am, it won't," you reprimanded and gave hamzah a stare of annoyance, "i'm gonna go out. i'll see you later."

--

azra made herself at home in the least plausible way possible. though hamzah worked hard to keep the kitchen clean each time he decided to cook a meal for the whole house, azra would make a meal for herself and leave the dirty and stained dishes inside of the sink. hamzah would clean the single bathroom sink, since you two shared and he would feel bad if he didn't since he shaves; azra would leave her makeup on the counters in addition to watermarks on the tiling. hamzah's cats loved most people and had no issue with them being around, yet, they would hiss and run away from azra as if she was the wicked witch. the balance of the household was completely diminished ever since she began to come over more often.

so, you decided that you were going to move out. there was no longer space for you in this house anymore; not with her being hamzah's girlfriend.

knocking on hamzah's door, you prayed that his girlfriend wouldn't be in his room. there were too many times where she had accused you of attempting to take him. hamzah would defend you, which you were insanely grateful for since she was driving you up and down the walls, leaving her accusing him of wanting you, as well. the door swung open, revealing hamzah in a gray hoodie and black, nike sweatpants. his hair was held in a beanie with loose curls exiting out of the back of his head. it was always one of your favorite looks of him. he knew that.

"hey, can i come in?"

--

the clock read 12:03 am. you two sat on his bed after a brief catching up. in those mere moments, you felt like things were normal again. there was no arguing and no awkward distance from each other. in fact, even the silence of the room was comfortable. yet, you knew it couldn't go on for too long.

"so, why'd you decide to come in here?" he asked, genuinely curious.

you cleared your throat, "i just wanted to talk to you about something kinda serious."

"i'm all ears. talk to me. what's up?"

"hamzah, i think it's time for me to move out."

his eyes widened in surprise mixed with a glint of worry, "what?"

"i dunno. i just think that, maybe, you've kinda outgrown me in a way?"

"what are you talking about?"

you hesitated, silence filling the space between you.

"stop it," he softly demanded.

"stop what?"

"just say what you want to say. you're thinking about it too much. say it as it is."

you sighed, "if you're happy with azra, i think i should leave. sometimes, it hurts just to look at you guys. i know it's bad that i'm talking to you about this as you're literally with her, but i guess i haven't gotten over how close we used to be and how it could've turned into something. i think this is for the best. i'll figure out the paperwork tomorrow. i'm sorry, hamzah."

leaving his room in a rush, you began to tear up as you entered your room, went underneath your fuzzy covers, and attempted to sleep.

--

the next day flew by; you went to the front office to collect the paperwork for the resignation of your lease. attempting to fill it out was rough, since strands of doubt kept on pulling you back from fully signing each signature and information on the paper. at around 8:00 at night, you heard a knock on your door as you began to fill out the last form of resignation. your hand twisted the doorknob, slowly revealing hamzah at the opposite end; he looked like he hadn't slept in a day, as dark circled caressed the bottoms of his eyes.

"hi, um, can i come in?"

you stared at the floor, "yeah, sure."

he sat down on your bed, your mattress making a squeaking noise at the weight of his body being fully transferred onto it. you sat onto the chair of your desk, parallel to him on the bed, and swiveled it around so you would be able to see him.

you questioned out of worry, "are you okay? did you sleep at all last nigh-"

"stay."

"what?"

"stay, please. don't move out, don't go."

you sighed, "hamzah, i'm filling out the papers right now. i'm not needed here anymore."

"but you are needed here! i need you here."

"you have a girlfriend, you have to need her inst-"

"i broke up with her."

uncertainty of the conversation began to make your brain go blank, "what?"

"you can call me a fucked up person. you can call me anything, actually, but you can't say that i don't need you here. i never looked at her the way that i look at you. i think this whole time i've just been looking for everything that you are whenever i looked into her eyes. you can call me fucked up, but i just can't help it. she isn't you. it's like somehow you've tied a rope to me and i can't seem to get out of it, but i also don't want to get out of it? i realized that last night when you told me you wanted to move out."

"hamz-"

"i didn't sleep at all because i was scared."

"why?"

"i didn't want to look to the room in front of mine and have it be empty when it could've been turned into an office or something."

you furrowed your eyebrows, "hamzah, it could still be turned into an office or something. in fact, me moving out would give you more room to-"

he placed his hands on your shoulders, "that's not the point. the point is that i'd want to turn it into an office when you move into my room. the only reason i'd ever want that room to be empty is if it was because you decided that you wanted to share space with me and sleep with me in mine."

"what are you saying?"

his hand made its way to your cheek, "you said that you couldn't get over how we could've been something. we can be something. just stay.

his eyes glistened with hope and nervousness intertwined and holding hands in his irises. hesitance filled the air in between the two; the combination of the intense eye contact, as well as the physical touch of his hand cupping your cheek as if it belonged there, created a sense of uncertainty. you both were uncertain where you would end up, how you would end up, what this interaction would lead to. it was only when hamzah's lips softly landed on yours that you realized that, suddenly, everything fell into place. it was short, sweet, and supple, only lasting about a mere 2 seconds; yet, pulling away was similar to pulling two magnets apart without a handle to hold. the feeling of his lips on yours lingered even after you pulled away.

"y'know, you're a horrible person for trying to find me in another woman," you told him softly.

"call me a horrible person all you want. i'm sorry, baby," he kissed you again, "forgive me?"

"hmm.. i don't know if i can. actually, if you do me this favor, i will.

"a favor as in?"

you handed him the documents you signed, "either burn it or shred it. i don't care."

--

author's note

i have no clue if im into how this turned out, but surprise lol two in one day!

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Okay so like as I’m writing this, tomorrow is my birthday (I’m gonna be 19 😭) and I was wondering if I could get some birthday headcanons with the legion of horribles (poly but platonic) + (separately) zsasz?🥺

You don’t have to finish this on my birthday so I understand if it will take time but if you can do it that would be wonderful! Don’t feel pressured though!

Thank you so much Cupid!^^🫂

'400 LUX,

-GOTHAM!VILLIANS X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Oswald Cobblepot, Jerome Valeska, Bridgit Pike, Jervis Tetch, Jonathan Crane, Victor Fries, Victor Zsasz

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Birthday HCs with the Legion of Horribles! (+ romantic zsasz)

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. PURE FLUFF! They adore reader so so so much! Reader turning 19 :> Age gap for Zsasz! All seven of these idiots. Good luck reader, you will need it!! Suggestive parts in Zsasz's. Reader probably drinking too much tea to be healthy. Also sorry I'm a little late with this, hectic week but happy late bday adal <3 love ya!

𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇

♫ “We're never done with killing time, can I kill it with you?” 400 Lux by Lorde

Number one spoiler!

No seriously, good luck. You are basically Martin #2. He's buying the most extravagant gifts, and hosting the birthday party. He's getting mad at Jervis and Jerome (anyone who can't keep there mouth shut for the surprise.)

Hectically organizing this whole mess. To his best ability. Eventually he gives up under the stress and you'll notice. Just have a little sit down with him, and he'll HAPPILY celebrate your birthday far away from everyone else.

Once you two have a minute alone, he's making you his mothers tea, telling you all about his birthdays and how she used to celebrate them with him. He really just wants to make this the best day for you possible.

Have a small little laugh with him on the couch, look at baby pictures of him around the mansion, watch him get red in the face and scowl just a teeny tiny bit.

He'll also scroll through your phone (he's horrible with technology) and look at your baby pictures too. You two end up having a good laugh and a semi-serious talk about childhood memories <3

He'll end up giving you his most personal gift when you two are alone, away from the "cretins outside" in his words.

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝛰𝑀𝐸 𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑆𝐾𝐴

♫ “We might be hollow but we're brave.” 400 Lux by Lorde

The only time he's 100 percent serious is when he's busy with the sheer EFFORT he's putting into this celebration.

Him and Oswald have conflicting ideas. Oswald wants something extravagant, royal, fit for you, like a coming of age. Jerome still wants to throw you a ball, but more like a child's dream chucky-cheese type birthday.

What do you mean he can't get a bunch of arcade machines and a ball pit delivered to the mansion? He's pouting.

He'll be DAMNED if he doesn't book the entertainment and a GIANT cake, though.

Will get Jervis to hypnotize some poor sap to dance for you. You know, if you're into that. Might kill him too if you're a little evil like him. If you aren't into that, he'll let him live. That's your gift :>

Did i say a GIANT cake? Yeah. It's massive. FUCKING MASSIVE. He probably ends up eating more of it then you guys, to be honest.

Makes sure it's your favorite flavor too.

Makes everyone sit down when it's time for cake and candles, if anyone tries to get up he's screaming at the top of his lungs.

Remember that "USE THE TONGS, CARL!" Yeah, he's channeling that energy to the hypnotized people cutting the cake and setting the table.

Fully looks at you like a successor (and like, his only real friend) so he's a bit pushy for this to go well. Not as much as Oswald, but still set on making this a good day for you. He just isn't as overt.

𝐵𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐺𝐼𝑇 𝑃𝐼𝐾𝐸

♫ “And the heating comes on.” 400 Lux by Lorde

Poor baby has never seen, attended, or had a birthday party in her life. It's new for her, it's intriguing. She loves this little strange family you guys have created.

You are LITERALLY her little sister, the only sibling she truly sees as her own!

It's obligatory for her to light the birthday candles (and almost burn the mansion down, chaos ensues)

Similar to Oswald, she gives you one intimate gift. Something she knows you'll love, something personal. You're favorite flowers, gems, or even a nod to an inside joke.

Arguing with Victor (Fries) about who has the better gift and who you like more.

When the day is nearing it's end, she volunteers to clean up to have some time alone with you. Everyone else is winding down, but you and her will get to talk like two best friends.

It's the only time she feels like a normal teenage girl. Just gossiping with you while putting Jerome's confetti in trash bags.

You'll probably have a little slumber party with her in the living room, eating left-over snacks and watching TV, throwing popcorn at each other. Speaking of popcorn....

"Hey, watch this!" She's nudging you, getting you to watch her make her own popcorn kernels with her flamethrower, signature smile on her face :>

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝑉𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐸𝑇𝐶𝐻

♫ “You drape your wrists over the steering wheel.” 400 Lux by Lorde

He was fighting tooth and nail for this to be a tea party. Still upset it's not. Ended up still hypnotizing someone to make tea for you all. Ah, Small victories.

Also? We saw him in that chauffer outfit. He will gladly be the designated driver.

Similar to the rest of them, he wants some time alone with you. So, he's hypnotizing a limo and pulling up and practically stealing you away.

Takes you on a little shopping spree. Anywhere you want to go, he'll take you there! Even if he doesn't particularly enjoy it. (cough cough, convince stores, cough cough)

Wants to take you to the tea shoppes and bakeries.

He is LITERALLY the most BUSY bee out of EVERYONE. Everyone is so obsessed with planning and whatnot, but he actually has to do EVERYTHING by himself.

Whose hypnotizing the cake maker, the gifts, the decorations, the people, the waiters? Ah, the list goes on and on. He's a bit tuckered out by the time you too are done shopping and he's off his list of errands.

Have a cup of tea with him after <3 he will be infinitely grateful to wind down with you if you find the time during the day.

Sings happy birthday obnoxiously loud for you. He also insists everyone has perfect table manners and etiquette. (Looking at you, Jerome.)

𝐽𝛰𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁 𝐶𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐸

♫ “I can tell that you're tired.” 400 Lux by Lorde

Silent, for the most part. Will refuse to sing happy birthday, and will truly only participate if it's the two of you alone. He...doesn't work well in groups.

He's getting a slap on the wrist from everyone because of it.

He'd MUCH rather steal you away periodically through the day, to just talk to you about your childhood. Congratulate you. He's happy for you, but he's a little scared you're getting older.

Very protective. Always. No matter what.

You might hear him laugh a bit, joke around with you, just simply checking the surroundings and chaos from Jerome.

If you are someone who prefers things more lowkey, you'll find yourself spending the majority of the day with Jonathan. Eventually you two will just pass by each other every now and then, and share a brief respite from the bustling outside.

You are TRULY his best friend. He wants to make this day as good for you as everyone else does. He just doesn't know where to start.

He'll probably end up giving you your favorite gift out of EVERYONE.

Doesn't matter what it is. He'll know. It will be intimate, genuine, and a very heartfelt message on the bottom of a card attached.

"Love you, Y/N." -Jonathan

Okay, not SUPER heartfelt at first look, but for him? It's as close as you'll get to him being vulnerable.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑆

♫ “We're getting good at this.” 400 Lux by Lorde

Jerome puts him on ice-cream duty and he's reasonably grumpy.

No, but genuinely, this is a VERY special day for him. He's a VERY proud dad!

Always wanted to have kids with Nora. Never got a chance. You really are his second chance at happiness, and he loves you so much. He gets to live out everything he thought he'd never be able too.

Wants to get more involved, but gets a little pushed out between Jerome and Oz.

Jerome probably makes him make ice sculptures. Or Ozzie asks him to freeze the body of your enemies. Perfect gift!

Similar to Jonathan, likes to keep things more lowkey. He'll sneak in a pseudo father daughter bonding moment, even if you don't know.

"So, uh, you're staying out trouble, right?"

He's asking, nudging you when you two finally get a moment alone. His voice comes out in a mumble, obviously not very experienced in this role of being a father. But he can't help it.

Overprotective dad scowling at Zsasz, you know, to get the point across. Zsasz staring riiiiiiight back.

"Just so you know...if you break her heart, I'm freezing yours." Victor #1 says, with a clicking sound, and a raise of his gun.

Victor #2 raises a non-existent eyebrow, and lifts his own gun in return. "Of course..." He drawls. The idle threats are there.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝑍𝑆𝐴𝑆𝑍

♫ “You pick me up and take me home again / We're hollow like the bottles that we drain.” 400 Lux by Lorde

He's a loving boyfriend, you just have to get through his layers throughout the day!

Of course, he's your ride to and from the mansion. Driving with him, his hand on your thigh, disco music. Waking you up with kisses and birthday sex

He's grumbling just a bit everyone else wants to steal you away. Que him being a sassy boyfriend, rolling his eyes.

He ends up just standing around the mansion most of the day, sneaking bites of pastries or making idle conversation with the terrified waiters, while you are out with Jervis. He doesn't mind. It's your day. He is more then happy, this is his element. A whole day dedicated to his girl, and free food? Sign him up.

In contrast to everyone, he's the only person to give you a gag gift. Surprisingly, Jerome takes this too seriously to give you one. Victor doesn't, though. He'll give you a whole bunch of small gag gifts, just to see that beautiful smile on your face.

He'll end up getting you a real gift though. Something precious, gorgeous, elegant. Something absolutely killer. Black onyx necklace? Yes. You'll feel the leather of his gloves on your neck while he puts it on you.

Doesn't care if ANYONE looks at the two of you weirdly for the age gap. In fact, he'll become even MORE affectionate. Y'know, just to piss people off.

Speaking of age, he doesn't care you aren't 21 just yet. He's 100% sneaking the two of you some alcohol to drink. (Not without teasing you, of course, for being a downright horrible criminal!)

Oswald, Victor Fries, and Jervis don't appreciate you drinking. They are too protective. But Zsasz doesn't gaf what they say :>

[luminouslywriting]

Hi, I'm here to make a request, first of all I AM OBSESSED WITH RONALD SPEIRS!!, so I was wondering if you could make some headcanons about what it would be like to marry him, basically what the wedding day would be like and everything it would include, (please Let it be a big wedding...I think I have a problem with exorbitant celebrations 😭😭)

You could also add about what role each Easy boy would take at the wedding and everything. Also that the reader there was part of the company

^^Gif not mine^^

A/N: Love, this is a wonderful request and I'm so sorry that it's taken so long for me to get to it. I'm sick so I'm taking my sick day to respond to a few of my requests haha!

Cut for length, paragraph form, more below the cut, some light spice included:

-Ronald Speirs and a wedding is a surprising match made in heaven and you can't convince me otherwise. He's happy to go to a courthouse and elope if that's what you want. But if you want the whole white wedding in full tradition? He's also happy to oblige such a request. I think that in general, he's the type to let you plan to your heart's content, but if you want him to be involved, he will in fact, have an opinion about the color of napkins and the amount of flowers haha.

-If you're stressed out in the days leading up to the wedding, rest assured that this man is a GREAT stress reliever. He knows exactly how to get your mind off of things—and if those wicked ways happen to include his fingers or his mouth, then he's all too happy about it anyway.

-Knowing the fact that you want the full traditional wedding means that he is going to need some groomsmen and there's no way that he wouldn't invite the men of Easy Company to the wedding

-That being said, the invitations were out well in advance and while everyone was pleasantly surprised to be invited to said wedding, they're also very jazzed about the entire thing

-Lipton is obviously his best man

-Everyone else had to be fought over in a wild game of rock paper scissors to decide who ends up on what side of the wedding party

-Other groomsmen for him include Dick Winters, Babe Heffron, Perconte, Martin, Donald Malarkey, David Webster, and Joe Toye.

-Your side of the wedding party got Lewis Nixon, Bull Randleman, Joe Liebgott, Buck Compton, Eugene Roe, Floyd Talbert, Shifty, and Bill Guarnere.

-Put Nixon in charge of the bar for the reception, I beg of you

-Winters had a lot of fun getting to plan so much and being involved in everything

-The others were a little chaotic, to say the least

-The rings were held onto by Lipton

-Anywho, the wedding goes off without a single hitch (mostly because poor Dick Winters and Carwood Lipton are working overtime behind the scenes to ensure that it's the best and most smooth operation to date)

-The vows definitely make a few people shed tears (and yes, Speirs is all too pleased by that)

-The reception would last for hours and hours, well into the night

-And when the two of you slip away while everyone is drinking so you can leave to the honeymoon and the only two people you get to say goodbye to are Winters and Lipton, neither one of you truly mind haha

-10/10 would have these men assemble a wedding

[zabala0z]

TMA S3 FINALE (and me screaming)

I don’t know where to start. Maybe the fact that everyone I like in this podcast always dies? Yeah I’ll start there. What the fuck guys. What. Like. What?????

I’m not going into my usual format but holy shit. MAG 119 was like motion sickness but for my ears. The music. I hated it so much. That organ. Tim. Tim. I knew he raised too many death flags, Jesus. Like I’m happy and all for him but GOD NO. AND DAISY??? Though when she started attacking the shit out of Breekon and Hope, I did internally cheer her on. The fact they tried to act as Basira made me wanna scream. Now that I think about it, was Daisy being influenced by one of the entities?? Like The Slaughter?

Basira is so much stronger than me. Like genuinely, I think she got bumped up a couple places just by her sheer logic during 119 and I am so impressed 💀 so much so, I’m wondering if she had like any internal help, y’know??

Orsinov is like one of the most horrifying sounding characters here. The moment she put on Gertrude’s and Leitners voice, I shrieked. Something about the sing-song voice, the way she inflects certain words makes my head spin. Like Michael.

Little backtracking, Martins situation with his mom is like devastating. And the moment Elias started speaking, I knew he was gonna pull out some traumatizing shitty news to give Martin, I hate him.

Fast forwarding: Jon’s dreams

Okay. So. Jon I guess is in some sort of coma and man are his dreams fucked up.

All the people that appeared in there were the people who gave physical statements. Not super hard to figure out but we had Dr Lionel Elliott, Tessa Winters, then Daisy but obviously she’s not there (DAISY 😭), Karolina Górka, Jordan Kennedy, I think the melted woman refers to Jude Perry, the hunters (Julia and Trevor), Naomi Herne and then the pitying figure. The only woman I would think would fit this vague description is Sasha because of course it’s vague, he doesn’t remember her and I’m going to sob.

Bit scared on what Jon is turning into. Whatever it is, it’s not anything good. He’s watching a lot and I guess he’s watching other people’s dreams- or nightmares- and just….watching??? I’d be terrified.

Elias got arrested. Love it. Though, “Be seeing you” I HATE YOU. 🫵🏻

Would be happy but god damn PETER LUKAS has replaced him and I don’t know if that’s worse or better because we at least know Elias’s actions and his limits. We don’t know much on Peter and I don’t like him at all. At least he’s giving them paid leave. And a counselor. I personally need a counselor for this WHOLE SEASON.

When people told me “good luck” when I started getting into TMA, I laughed it off. I should’ve taken it more seriously because I have never felt more distinct and unpredictable emotions than listening to this podcast. I think that’s all my thoughts. Mostly I’m just uhh dying here. I hate everyone and this podcast and I’ll be listening to the beginning of Season 4 tomorrow!

Again, thank you to everyone who has been following my mini rants and crappy theories. Remember when I thought Gertrude was living in the tunnels??? But seriously, thanks to anyone who has been like fully reading through my posts. School has been wack and the people, and just the podcast as a whole has been making my time less stressful 💀 anyways that’s too emotionally vulnerable so thank you!!!

[notahungryjoke]

Welcome to my hyperfixation over the new Hungarian NT movie that just dropped about the journey to the Euros 2024:

- can't press skip skip skip enough on the Szalai Ádi scenes ( i have a nasty agenda towards him and i can't be swayed on that)

- Domi saying "this is the national team, not Szoboszlai's team" SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK 🗣️

- Ádám Martin is such a simple soul, God bless him. "paraszt gyerek" (~country boy~) self-aware king! 👑🍗🇭🇺

- Mr. Rossi speaking Italian is pure filth. He has such a soothing voice and Italian is beautiful anyways, I could listen to him for hours and I don't even understand a word. 🤌🏼🇮🇹

- Varga Barnabás is extremely "szegény legény" coded [the likeable protagonist in folk-tale, who you are supposed to be rooting for] "ott próbáltám szerencsét" having to try his luck in Austria, give him his Struggle'of Dor!!

- Give Mr. Rossi a life contract, idc!! Also, not Domi exposing him for being stressed and self-conscious in the beginning, what a snitch 😭

- I wonder who approved of these shots, because it feels like I'm watching Eastern-European gay porn. ( Szijjártó and Dzsudzsák probably)

- Sorry Captain Domi, I'm sure you are a great motivational speaker, but I can't listen to this without having second-hand embarrassment😭

- Szalai Attila after his own goal against Serbia in September: "Only I can score against Dini." 😭😭 at least he was being funny about that (it's ok, we ended up winning that one, too!)

- Sigh, I wish I could give you context to this, but there's none. No amount of gaslighting from geography professors will convince me that we are not actually a Balkan country.

- Daddy Dibusz

- Botka saying "minus 10 years from my after this match" after that horrendous last-minute draw against Bulgaria that earned us the qualification. BROTHER, I DON'T WANT TO POINT FINGERS, BUT THAT'S BECAUSE OF YOU. if you dive, at least make it good

- He's just a boy who captained his country to the Euros, don't talk to me and stop cutting onions 🥹🫶🏼

- Dibusz saying "wow, finally, a calm and relaxed match" after that shitstorm against Bulgaria away, with the last minute equaliser, then rolling his eyes .. FATHER SAVE ME, I'M SO MOVED BY SASSY DINI

- This picture feels like I'm looking at the future and I love it!

- The team facetiming the injured Sallai Roli and Séfi after the qualification will never not move me. Family ❤️

- Hungary going into the Euros 2024:

If you are here, thank you for reading this and if you are still interested in this shit team, here's the link. Much love to mighty magyars 🇭🇺🦅

[eloeloanna]

Hi! This might be very random, but I was looking through pictures of Brian Epstein and George Martin, and I felt a vibe between them… could you maybe do a reading if they had something going on? If there was a romance between them?

First of all, thank you for this question. I haven’t been very much active since I’m dealing with a lot of stress and anxiety 😔. I would like to return doing tarot readings with more sick questions (🤣) when I’m feeling at least at my 80% again. So I’m sorry if I haven’t been able to answer all of your questions 😔🙏. I’m trying my best.

And second…this was random but also I was intrigued? 🤣. So yeah. Here are the answers. I added two more questions because I was curious about the relationship (in general) between George and Brian.

Let’s go!

This is for entertainment purposes only.

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What did George M think of Brian?

I think when their association started, George had a very good opinion of Brian. It was like he was the “ideal partner”, but the thing is, this opinion changed when George could see “the other side” of Brian. It was like suddenly Brian would be this crazy guy who would be in every party of the town (🤣). So it was difficult to know who Brian was. For George there was this “crazy” Brian and the “educated”, “refined” Brian. Even when he thought that Brian had this Jekyll and Hyde personality, he thought that what they did together was actually very good. He was satisfied with the results, it couldn’t be better than that. But George also thought that this in the long run wouldn’t be very good for Brian. It was like he could maybe suggested him to change his path, because no matter how successful they were before, it was very evident that the work they did didn’t make Brian’s life easier. It was like Brian needed to make his life “right”.

George perceived that Brian wasn’t very responsible to his suggestions, and it was even worse when Brian would accept work opportunities that would evidently made his life miserable. But it was like Brian WANTED that, and that would raise George’s eyebrows, because he couldn’t understand that. It was like Brian decided to take these poor decisions, and didn’t want any help.

What did Brian think of George M?

I think when Brian met George, Brian thought that George was this brutally honest kind of person. The thing is, I think Brian took for granted why would George be in the first place like that. It is explained in the cards that the intentions of George were to always make things good, to be “correct”. Even when it would bother some people, he would always try to make things “right”.

But for Brian, these kind of attitudes would be for him, kind of restrictive. And they would make George the “old man”, the one with wisdom, always careful to what to do. The thing is, that this kind of energy wasn’t very much accepted for Brian. Brian would see this kind of a treat to his own authority. So it was like he would make decisions just based on what he could do to show his power. It was like his decisions were all right and nobody could say anything about that, but also, anytime he would fail, it was like he could see George looking at him. With that George’s look (the look of somebody that knows that you were wrong all the time but still let you to do it so you could learn about what you did 😭).

I think one of the reasons that Brian went to other options was because of this, he just accepted any venue he could get just to prove that he could do it. Did he think about it? No, was he even sure about it? No. But he needed to prove something.

Was “something” going on between George M and Brian?

I don’t think so.

What the cards are showing me was how difficult was to work in this relationship.

It was like their egos, their way of thinking would be so much that they would clash. It was like they didn’t want also to change their way of thinking. So it was like they would wonder sometimes, “why am I even trying?”. But they were bond through the huge responsibilities that they shared and that sometimes would be too much. I think because of that, because they knew it would be “just business”, they would sometimes distrust each other. It is showed that later, when Brian decided to go through other venues, he kind of expected to George to “say” something, but it was like George just observed and let him go. That didn’t sit well with Brian, it was like the relationship was worse than before. George didn’t “give” him much.

[angelodamiano]

Oh, is that ANGELO D'AMIANO? I heard the TWENTY-SIX year old is RESOURCEFUL. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also ANXIOUS. Makes sense seeing how they are a DIRTY civilian allied with THE SERPENTS who works as a PARAMEDIC.

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full name: angelo dante d'amiano

nicknames: leo, doc, angel

faceclaim:  froy gutierrez

birthdate: june 21st

alliance: serpents/the founding families

gender: cis man

pronouns: he/him

occupation: paramedic (emt)

hometown: manhattan, new york.

sexual orientation: bisexual disaster

relationship status: single

height: 5"11

red and blue flashing lights, the burn in your eyes before tears well over, amaretto sour, a tremor in your hand that never quite goes away, biting your lip until it bleeds, the softest cashmere sweater you can imagine, the stillness of the world the moment you take the first step into fresh snow, a silver chain dangling from your lover's neck against your chest, overlapping chatter in italian, espresso and a cigarette for breakfast on the fire escape, the stinging bite of stitches, someone falling asleep on your shoulder on a long car ride.

(tldr angelo is a bastard d'amiano who is basically carmy from the bear. youngestish sibling baby vibes, my man has an anxiety disorder FAMILIA, he can't do organized crime! but then he works as an emt because he can only thrive if he's constantly anxious ✨ is trying to stay out of The Life but can't stop giving free under the table medical care 😭 )

leo had childhood cancer and still needs an inhaler. perfectly healthy now but this lead to him needing extra care and coddling when he was small. people never really expected much from little angelo, he just needed to focus on getting better. because of being in and out of hospital he deals with a pretty minor case of contamination ocd that he's worked on since he was a teenager.

mama and papa d'amiano had a fairytale italia love story from his perspective, slow dancing to dean martin after dinner and making the kids gag. this was before they found out that angelo was their half-sibling, a result of infidelity and shattered the illusion.

doesn't talk about his parents at all, can't because he instantly chokes up.

leo had brains, that much was clear to see as he started running with the family business he showed a quick mind for logistics, details and solving problems in a pinch, he could macgyver their way through most situations. earning slaps on the back as he earned respect for his actions not just his blood.

though, he mostly remembers this as gi describes it back to him.

as he rode the adrenaline down from a job well done he'd spiral into anxiety attacks that made him sick and eventually start blacking out with their intensity. his heart would race, hands, knees shaking but instead of gasping loudly for air he'd withdraw to some place far inside and go deathly silent. as the world caved in around him and his pulse roared in his ears and the static overtook his vision, he wondered how long he could keep going like this.

someone very important in his life [wanted connection] talked him around to mostly leaving the life behind, worried he was going to get seriously sick from the stress. he tried to go into a less practical more academia-focused field but the quiet nearly drove him insane. he had tried to abruptly draw himself out of the never ending bustle of that life but learned quickly that he had no idea who he was without it. the stress is why he liked it so much.

leo is a classically trained pianist who got into juilliard but realized that performing live would put his life and his family in unnecessary danger so quietly declined. teaches ice skating at the weekends in a nearby rink, as he used to play hockey as a teenager.

angelo attempted to join the army medics but his asthma discounted him from active duty. changed gears into pre-med but once again after four years the stress was nearly overwhelming. leo now rides manhattan's streets and area hospitals in an ambulance: as long as other people were panicking or needing him he could remain totally calm. has a surprisingly incredible bedside manner for someone known to be sarcastic as hell and highly strung.

very often gets pulled into doing emergency surgery in the back of a truck with nothing but a hello kitty flashlight in his mouth and a dream. okay, the serpents mostly make it to facilities but things happen. won't tell his family but he pretty much patches up anyone if he stumbles across them in need. is mostly 'out' of the game but really he's always got one toe over the line back in.

doesn't know how to cook for himself and never will. think of robert pattinson microwaving tin foil pasta. is it wilful incompetence? or is he just that kind of rich kid? he's italian enough to know what good food tastes like. i guess we'll never know. likes to throw himself dramatically over furniture like an 1800s novel heroine and sigh pathetically until someone brings him coffee in the morning. doesn't know how to drive, obviously.

angelo has never worn a matching pair of socks in his entire life and can fall asleep anywhere. always cold, probably wearing a scarf rn. doesn't take care of himself properly, 'wdym gi? i know tons of people who cry every day'.

lives in a shitty little apartment in brooklyn, the price of trying to remain self-sufficient with his nose clean. has insomnia and works way too much, hates being alone in his apartment even though he wanted independence so badly?

self-conscious and prideful in equal measure, a little sheltered and naive in ways but also speaks five languages fluently. can be spiky, cranky with a sharp tongue to hide his anxiety and a bit of a cry-baby brat to be honest. craves and hates attention at the same time.

[hauntedhotel]

It's 8:30 in the morning, I've only had one cup of coffee and I am chewing the walls over your tags on the time travel post! 😭 I just think s1 Jon needs a little kiss on the head.

Jon sulking in his office, wondering why it even matters if his assistants like him or not, this is his job, he's here to work not to make friends, he doesn't even care if they all like his future self more than they like him.

But he's in here, alone, stewing about it so obviously he cares a little bit.

And why wouldn't they like him better, he's confident and competent and so secure in himself, plus he might have...super powers, or something? Obviously they would prefer that kind of Jon to the mess they're stuck with now.

He doesn't care, it doesn't matter, he isn't even thinking about it.

He's just debating whether or not to get on with things and record another statement or sneak outside for a stress-smoke when his office door opens and slams closed again, and Martin stares at him sheepishly.

"Sorry, I know you're busy, I just need somewhere to hide from your future self for a second-oh...no offense."

"Oh," Jon says softly, surprised. "N-none taken. He's ah...slightly insufferable, isn't he?"

"Slightly?" Martin starts to sit down on the other side of Jon's desk, and then freezes, eyeing Jon nervously as if expecting to be ordered out of the room. Jon gives the chair a jerky nod, and Martin sinks down the rest of the way. "He's kind of doing my head in, to be honest. He keeps...staring at me with his...laser vision."

A very undignified snort of laughter bursts out of Jon, and Martin stares at him in shock, before a hesitant smile lights his own face.

"You know what I mean though? Like he's...I don't know, trying to set you on fire with his mind or something?"

"I'm fairly certain that isn't one of his powers," Jon says, although he supposes it's possible. That's concerning - the archives don't have sprinklers and there's an awful lot of dry paper in here. "You don't think..." Jon hesitates; he should tell Martin to get back to work, to stop wasting Jon's time and his own, that Jon-from-the-future might be...unnerving, but he's full of information that can almost certainly help them.

He doesn't, because it turns out...good lord...he does care whether his assistants like him or not, even Martin.

"What?" Martin prompts, gently.

"You don't think he's...I don't know...he seems to know what he's doing? He's very..." Jon chews his lip thoughtfully. Confident? Powerful? The opposite of a person mid-nervous breakdown over a promotion he doesn't deserve to a job he has no idea how to do? There's no way to end that sentence that doesn't rip something mortifying out of Jon and hold it up for Martin to see, to judge him for.

Martin huffs.

"Smug?" He suggests. "Pompous? Full of himself? Kind of a self-righteous muppet?"

Jon laughs again, properly this time, and tries to ignore the flood of relief suddenly warming his chest.

"He's trying to help," he says, not sure why he's half-heartedly defending the future self he kind of hates, and ignoring the little voice at the back of his mind saying he just wants Martin to keep calling him names.

"I mean...he is helping, a bit, when you get him to stop talking in stupid riddles. Sasha and Tim are taking it in turns to talk to him."

"They...uh...they don't like him either?"

"No! Tim said he was creepy and Sasha-" He stops, and pulls a face. "Sorry, I shouldn't be...I mean...he's you, isn't he? Sort of? I feel like I shouldn't be telling you that we keep taking it in turns to hide from your future self."

"I...well...he's...one possible version of me, I suppose. We're not the same person, not yet."

"Hopefully you never will be," says Martin, with surprising force. Jon thinks of all the horrifying things that happened to his future self to make him what he is, and somewhere deep inside Jon is a little fluttering feeling at the thought of Martin wanting to protect him from it. Hmm.

"Hey," says Martin, pulling Jon back into reality and away from the dangerous precipice of introspection. "He said - the um, the other Jon - he said he needed to get some work done by himself later, some stuff he doesn't want us to know about yet. We were going to go to the pub for some lunch - just get out of here for a little bit...you fancy it?"

Jon stares at him for a second, deliberating. They do this every so often, the three of them - when the weather brightens up and they feel like getting out of the basement into some natural light, or when one of them has had to deal with a particularly gruesome statement, or when Elias has been into the Archives twice in one morning. They used to invite Jon; Tim would poke his head into Jon's office and ask if he fancied a pint or a pub lunch or some fresh air and natural light. After weeks or Jon saying no, they eventually gave up.

Martin raises his eyebrows, and gives Jon a little, lop-sided smile; it brings out a little dimple in his left cheek.

There's something about Martin that sets Jon on edge - always has, from the beginning, all the way back to the thing with the dog. No one is this nice, this gentle and persistent in caring about someone who definitely doesn't deserve it...and kindness has always sat awkwardly inside Jon, unfamiliar and aching.

But...he's just sitting here, in Jon's office, patient and unhurried and offering Jon yet more kindness. And he thinks future Jon is a smug git.

"Yes," he says, eventually. "Why not?"

As they pile out of the institute and into the tentative sunlight, Sasha takes a big deep breath and Tim slings an arm around Jon's shoulder.

"Finally, an hour of freedom with the Jon that's only a little bit insufferable," he says, but he gives Jon a bit of a squeeze as he says it, and when they arrive at the pub Sasha puts a pint of Guinness in front of him without having to ask what he wants, and Martin nags him into ordering something substantial for lunch, and for the first time since he stepped into the archives weeks ago and had to force down a panic attack, they feel almost like a team, almost like they're friends, and Jon feels something close to safe.

[clubatsumu]

didn't expect you to write a whole fic about filo iwaizumi and now you're responsible for making me fall in love with him even more 😭❤️ IF YOU EVER DECIDE ON WRITING MORE FILO HAJIME, I'D EAT IT UP IMMEDIATELY

(thank you for making my day!! i hope you're doing well ❣️)

i didnt expect to write anything either!!!! the hell!!!!! more nonsense thoughts for ur perusal etc:

short circuits the moment you call him chong

you call him chong after that

hates redhorse with an alacrity

like. is decidedly against it. i can’t explain why. he just is. san mig light? he’s okay with. redhorse just makes him angry

doesn’t sing!!! no harana in the cards— but! he’s iwaizumi he doesn’t need that shit

LIKES DRIVING WHENEVER HE COMES TO VISIT. says it’s like an olympic sport, trying to merge lanes without a signal needed, driving over half-collapsing bridges (you’d argue that the structural integrity is fine, it just looks half-dead), makes for good stress relief

he doesn’t know… filipino or like any language spoken in the philippines … like, he’s never been pressured to learn, doesn’t exactly care enough to ask, but by the time he’s 28 or so — around the time the two of you start to go out for real — he downloads duolingo

gets suuuuuper into eraserheads around this time. says it helps him learn faster. his fav song is shirley and has a cd of the 2004 anthology

gets into The Cinema too. not movies. teleserye. starts walang hanggan in like, a dead hour at the facility. wonders what happens next, just keeps watching ‘one more episode’. by the time he reaches episode 203, he’s half-fluent, and can understand everything. low-key thinks coco martin is The Shit.

[you-can-be-what-you-want-to-be]

okay but re the WIPs with asks there is a part of me that wants to be The Worst and I'm morbidly curious about both "Kink 😔 but with world building" and "ABO worldbuilding ONLY addition" but also "Wine tma somewhere else" sounds great

Ok so this is mortifying and you are evil but I’m going to share anyway thanks 😭

Kink but with worldbuilding is kink based on several fics where Jon is the institutes free use as a job and I wanted to look at like the morality of that and how you get there and pov on it and also I think Martin would be very into it and also be very catholic about being into it

“You know I’m ace, and I love you, but you aren’t attractive to me, no one is. I can’t do that kind of thing without wondering if I’m doing it right. But if I’m just used by a bunch of anonymous people who make all the decisions, then I don’t have to be anxious. It’s not something I could do wrong if I wanted because it’s something that’s happening to me, not the other way around. I don’t nessicarily enjoy it the same way as you, but it does feel nice and get rid of the stress, and I think it would be helpful especially with you.”

ABO but worldbuilding is honestly less ABO and more sub/dom but I wanted to look into how that would shape culture and relationships and how to make being biologically drawn to something moral

“That… makes sense,” Sasha says hesitantly “but isn’t that impaired consent? Like, if you consent while drugged, that doesn’t count, isn’t that the same?”

“No,” Jon says patiently “because he is also impaired, just in a different way, and it’s not impairment it’s just… biology. Like, we’re all ace, right? So in this metaphor, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, I’m allo. Me and Martin are drawn to taking and giving control. You don’t call allo people impaired for being attracted to others, they’re just naturally more inclined to do something than aces are.”

Wine is literally just a shit post for TMA. If you’ve ever listened to the podcast the thrilling adventure hour with their beyond belief segments it’s about these two ridiculously drunk and rich mediums for supernatural did just keep kind of accidentally stumbling into it while all they really want to do is make out and get more drunk like they face a sucubus and just call dibs and I think jmart deserves to be drunk and silly

“My love for big spiders would cancel our Jon’s fear of them-“

“That’s really not how this works-“

“So that’s really all our fears off the list, sorry. Oh, unless you turned into a worm I guess, nasty buggers.”

The monster turns into a giant tremors-esque worm as Jon and Martin look on unimpressed.

“We’re really only scared of the tiny worms that can burrow,” Jon says, gesturing to the size of the scars on his face.

“Oh no! Jon, a worm!” Martin exclaims as the monster shrinks.

“I’ll get it dear,” Jon says as he takes off his shoe to squash it.