#none of these are quotes from anything. I don't know anything about cooking. it's why I relate to this show.

[giantkillerjack]

I think Gastronauts on Dropout is the cooking show that has made me truly appreciate the skill of professional chefs more than any other cooking show.

Like I don't know if it's because the challenges are so crazy or the fact that the judges don't have any professional input whatsoever (they're all comedians), but the combination of how utterly stoked the judges are to be eating this food and how creative the chefs get to be really works to make you marvel at just how skilled a professional chef has to be.

Other cooking shows always have a level-voiced narrator listing out shit like,

"Rebecca is doing a praline-mint ganache with a Twiffly Street stir-up, combined with a gestelle Santa Maria sponge technique."

And it's fun to pretend like, 'Ah, yes. Of course! A classic of the genre! He'd be a fool not to!' as though I know anything about cooking or baking.

But on Gastronauts, it's a bunch of comedians who would really graciously appreciate some fancy food, watching chefs cook and going, like,

"What is that? What is he doing?? It's like- like a swishy thing! Like a fancy swishy thing!!"

"OH MY GOD YES, HE'S USING ONIONS."

"Ooo! Crunchies!??"

And then the chefs get to come out and formally present their food, which makes them look very smart. And these actors who generally can't afford Michelin star cuisine are just :DDDD!

And it's like, oh yeah. This is about my level, yes. This conveys how normal people who don't eat good food for a living would actually react. And it's super chill. It's good vibes, that show. 👌

[cherrypikkins]

FE3H OC: Kitt Burgess (they/them) - Academy Phase Art

Featuring some canon characters :3

cw: mild body horror for some of the images

The first part of their backstory can be found on my previous post!

I've also included some additional support and quote information under the cut :3

Dining Hall

Flayn - B/C Support

Flayn: "I do enjoy having these meals with you, Kitt. …Though, not so much the awkward silence."

Kitt: "Better than awkward conversation, if you ask me."

Flayn - A Support

Flayn: "You should allow me to cook something next time, Professor! Kitt here agrees, do you not?"

Kitt: "You know I always look forward to your inventions, Flayn. But let's make sure it's something that the Professor can actually digest first."

Seteth - C Support

Kitt: "Look who emerged from the office. Don't you have work to do? Some poor soul to lecture about the dangers of falling from divine grace?"

Seteth: -sigh- "So that's how it's going to be. Very well, then."

Seteth - B Support

Seteth: "There's no need for those sidelong glares, Kitt. Can we at least sit and eat together in relative civility?"

Kitt: "Oh, I don't know. Can we?"

Seteth - A Support

Kitt: "Well. I suppose it isn't so bad sharing a meal with you every now and then." Seteth: "Any small amount of improvement is better than none at all."

Linhardt - C/B Support

Linhardt: "By the way Kitt, there is something I've been meaning to ask you-" Kitt: "Do you really expect me to split my attention between the food on my plate and the topic you have in mind?"

Linhardt - A Support

Kitt: "I'm glad that you're chewing your food in silence, but must you stare at me all the while?" Linhardt: "Oh, does that mean you're finally willing to hear out my questions? Wonderful."

Lysithea - C/B Support

Kitt: "I wonder if there's cake on the menu today. No? That's a shame." Lysithea: "You could have picked some other way to poke fun at me without getting my hopes up!"

Lysithea - A Support

Kitt: "Seriously though. Why is there never any cake on the menu? I want to know what all the fuss is." Lysithea: "Oh, alright. I'll share some of mine with you later. Then you'll finally know what you're missing."

Working Together

Flayn - C/B Support

Kitt: "If anything goes awry, I'll never hear the end of it from Seteth." Flayn: "Then we must simply see to it that he remains blissfully unaware."

Flayn - A Support

Kitt: "You've been pulling your weight a lot more these days. You're more capable than you look." Flayn: "Did you not think me capable to begin with? Truly, I'm hurt."

Flayn - Result

Flayn: "Did we do well? I think we did well. Please say that we did well, Professor." Kitt: "You're not going to get any honest praise acting desperate like that."

Felix - Picking Weeds

Felix: "For someone who's always avoiding the training grounds, it's alien to see you put in this much effort." Kitt: "Who says I'm avoiding that place? You're always there, so maybe it's you I'm treating like the plague." Felix: "That's… ugh, forget it."

Felix - Clearing Rubble

Felix: "I don't get it. I never see you at training, so how are you hauling more rubble than I am?" Kitt: "Excuse me? Sounds like you're the one who needs to train a little harder." Felix: "Unbelievable."

Felix - Result

Kitt: "Why the sour look, Felix? We got the job done. You even helped a little." Felix: "Hmph. I wasn't about to let you make a fool out of me."

Marianne - Cleaning Stables

C/B Support

Kitt: "Hello, Dorte. You look fine today." Marianne: "Kitt? ...Are you talking to the horses?" Kitt: "I've seen you do it, thought it wouldn't hurt to try."

A Support

Kitt: "Oh Dorte, we're really in it now." Marianne: "Kitt… That's not Dorte." Kitt: "…Wait, have I been talking to the wrong horse this entire time?"

Result:

Marianne: "Um. We finished, Professor. Kitt was the one who did all the real work." Kitt: "Oh, please. You don't expect the Professor to believe that, do you Marianne?"

Hapi

Kitt: "Just a little sigh, Hapi. Something to help us get away from all this work." Hapi: "Watch it, Kitty-Cat. I might actually take you up on that offer."

Result

Kitt: "I'm just saying, a monster showing up would have made things a bit more exciting." Hapi: "Would've been more of a hassle to deal with too."

Bernie - Clearing Weeds

Kitt: "Don't pick up any dangerous-looking rocks, Bernie." Bernadetta: "Wait, r-rocks? Why rocks? Don't you mean dangerous-looking plants?"

Result

Kitt: "We're done, Professor. Bernie did really well today." Bernadetta: "Hey, don't put me on the spot like that! Even if it means I get to have a little more credit…"

Seteth - Sky Watch

C Support

Kitt: "If you're going to lecture me, Seteth, I'm just going to look the other way." Seteth: "Actually, I was going to comment on how you seem to be putting in more effort these days. But… I suppose silence works just as well."

B/A Support

Kitt: "How about a race, Seteth? You and me, just like old times. Seteth: You know I will do no such thing, Kitt. Although, I suppose if no one is looking…"

Result

Kitt: "All done, Professor. Seteth did his best today." Seteth: "A little condescending, but I'll take it as praise regardless."

Generic Quotes

Dining Hall

Favorite: "Now that's an interesting dish. I can't wait to try it." Regular: "Do you ever get bored eating the same old thing every day? Makes you glad for the variety here." Disliked: "I don't hate this kind of dish… just feels a bit plain is all."

Gifts

Favourite: "For me? I must be dreaming!" Regular: "I'm grateful." Disliked: "...Is this a joke?"

Cooking "I know a thing or two about cooking. Can't promise that our tastes align though." "Back where I'm from, we did all of our cooking outdoors. Why don't we try something like that next time?"

Choir "There's no need to think too much when singing. Just do what feels right."

Tea Time:

Greetings:

"I'm here, Professor." "Hello there."

Favourite Tea: "Do you like this kind of tea, Professor? It's actually my favourite."

Expensive Tea: "Ooh, you brought the fancy stuff! For me? You shouldn't have."

Conversation Phase:

"Professor, did you know that you can use tea leaves to divine the future? Looking at your cup, I'd say… good fortune is heading in your direction!"

"How much do you know about Demonic Beasts, Professor? Oh. Sorry, I guess that's not something I should bring up over tea and cookies."

"You know, I often get super anxious when things are this quiet. But for some reason I feel perfectly calm when you're close by."

"I know I shouldn't skip sparring. But aren't you worried that things could get… I don't know, dangerous?"

"Whatever happens in this war, you're the one person I trust to set things right. Try not to let me down, okay?"

"I'm not fond of these small dorm rooms, but yours isn't so bad."

"The others may call me superstitious. But when the future is so uncertain, what's wrong with hedging your bets?"

"I try to be nice to everyone. But not too nice."

Observation Phase:

"Is my face really that fascinating to look at, Professor?"

"Just so we're clear, it's only fair that I get to stare right back at you."

"This scarf? I've had it since I can remember. I take extra care to keep it looking good as new."

"I always keep this knife around. With all due respect, Professor, you don't need to know what it's for."

Leaving: "I had fun today. Let's do this again some time!"

Thanks for making it this far! Here is a theme song for Kitt for your troubles. :3

Fast as you can - Fiona Apple

[sleeplesswixard]

Arthur x gn!Reader (romantic)

Type: Headcanons, romantic, gender-neutral reader

Warnings: None!

Note: None!

Song: Anamız Babamız yok deriz - Dolu Kadehi Ters Tut

"İ'm here to cause problems on purpose."

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The first thing you need to know is that, this dude, is a MENACE.

İ mean it.

You two probably met because of some crime he did. You either tried to help him get away and get caught or just happened to be here with him.

He's a little embarrassed of PDA, but he's not gonna be an jerk and push you away when you show him affection.

He doesn't knows what is sleeping.

You try so hard to get him off of his chair to get him to bed, which usually doesn't works.

He wants to sleep and cuddle with you in bed but it's just that he just can't get himself off of working.

Although if you're lucky he maybe will listen to you.

He sometimes forgets to eat.

He just doesn't feel hungry or doesn't feels like eating anything OR he can't find any of his comfort food.

"What did you had for lunch today?"

"... About that."

Like the devs said before, he does NOT likes grilled cheese. Everytime you make it he's like "ugh..."

Not that he doesn't likes your cooking he loves it, he just had enough of them.

Oh, also do NOT let this man do something in the kitchen ALONE.

99% that he's gonna burn down the kitchen.

He CANNOT COOK.

He has anemia, low iron or whatever they call it (cause i have too and i love to add ingredients to my fav chars that i have)

He doesn't immediately hits the floor the second he stands up suddenly, although you have to grab him by his collar and pull him back to his feet again when he gets dizzy.

Even though he has anemia he STİLL continues to drink caffeinated things constantly.

He mixes energy drink with coffee. With Black Burn spesifically.

He randomly comes and hugs you from behind when he gets the chance.(either while you're cooking, working, you name it.) He does it usually when he's tired/sleepy or on a break.

He's the one who goes for a kiss everytime.

He's not leaving you alone until you give him at least one kiss.

Assuming he's shorter than you, he has to stand on his tippy toes to kiss you.(Although i'm not saying he's THAT short, maybe a few inches???)

He tells you really corny pickup lines that he even cringes to himself, thinking that "Omg why the heck i said THAT."

Although like i said on the beggining, this dude is a MENACE.

Like you're just chillin, relaxing on the couch or bed, doing whatever you're doing while that goat walks up behind you and put his freezing ahh hand to the back of your head and İMMEDİATELY run away from you.

Also he steals your clothes.

He's your partner but he's also like a annoying little sibling.

He can't stand still for a solid minute. He's kicking his legs on the chair, changing how he sits, walking around his room when he's bored or needs to move after sitting like a SHRİMP for HOURS while working.

You are helping him with his crimes. İ don't know how you got involved with his crimes, but you somehow find yourself helping hım everytime he does something illegal.

He did so many crimes that you can't even count.

You really don't know how he's talking you through it.

When he's really sleepy his mind just starts to say dumb crap and he starts to talk about irrelevant things.

"İt's just mixing medicine and alcohol is a pretty stupid and POSSİBLY an illegal thing to do." (Like he's not an goddamn criminal already...)

"Do you think if ı'll steal a 100k and donate it would it still be considered as a crime???"

And you just have to listen to him rambling randomly.

He sometimes falls asleep when he's working, or basically anywhere where he feels comfortable. Like on you for example.

By the way he loves getting praised. Just adding this here.

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Hiii! Thank you for reading my headcanons!!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

İ'm sorry if i have any grammar or spelling mistakes English is not my first language!

See you soon!(⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

[lianabrooks]

How To Keep Your (Found) Family Happy

A friend posted a cartoon about weaponized incompetence on another website and talked about how every family has this. In fact, most groups of humans have run into this at some point, it's pretty normal for humans to try to find a way to take the easiest route (even if it means more work for others).

Despite all that, I've been with the same person since 2001. We've been married most of that time, had four kids together, and moved countless times as we restarted jobs, hunted promotions, and switched career fields. And we've managed to avoid most of the pitfalls. Here's how my spouse and I have avoid fights, weaponized incompetence, bitter feelings, and feeling neglected in our relationship for over 20 years (Hint: there's a lot of communication going on)... P.S. These are all very family/relationship-centric but you can absolutely adapt them for the workplace, school, or anything else.

MAKING CHOICES AHEAD OF TIME ... the menu is made at the start of the month, money is allocated before major events, we plan trips sometimes years in advance. All of that reduces the choice making later and is one less stress to handle. This is purely a decision making fatigue thing, if you have to make a decision, it requires brain power, and after a long day you'll have none. So why not sit down on a quiet day and make all the decisions you need to make for the next week? Poof! Brain power is freed up and there is less stress!

MONTHLY & WEEKLY CALENDAR SCRUBS... we sit down and make the menu around the first of the month, and we fill in the calendar with schedules so we know which days someone will be too busy to do things like cook, wash up, or something else.

DAILY CHECK-INS... whoever is home together in the morning does a morning devotional (yoga, dance time, scriptures, motivational quote, prayers, whatever works for you) and review what's happening so everyone is tracking major tests, work meetings, stressors, ect. Then we try to have dinner together if possible (even if it means eating at 5) and then a bedtime check-in before light's out (usually scriptures, prayers, and chatting, then bedtime stories for the littles). If people are working from home, we might have lunch together too. That means we have 2-4 planned meetings a day so we can course correct. -> If you're not religious, don't stress it. Pull out some Terry Pratchett quotes, favorite poems, pick a theme song for the week and dance to it. Just give you and your people five minutes to do something happy together. -> If this is at work this might mean a team meeting at the start of the day or a 12 minute check-in at 1:30 when everyone is back from lunch. The goal is to make sure everyone is on schedule for what they need, haven't run into an emergencies, and no one has questions. A supported work team gets more done.

SPENDING LIMITS... we got married in college when we lived off college stipends of $400/m. And we had a kid. Our rule was never to spend $20 without consulting the other person. We never changed that. We discuss everything from birthday presents to grocery lists and when we're getting gas in the cars even though we're much more financially stable. It means everyone spending out of the main accounts is tracking where the money is going so we don't over-splurge.

CHORE SCHEDULES... when we were first married we'd set aside an hour or so to clean the house together. It worked. As the kids got older this got more complicated (they needed to learn how to clean). But now we're at a point where everyone has assigned chores and we put bounties on chores that need to get done and are unassigned. And then we have one cleaning day (usually Friday or Saturday) where we take an hour and all clean the shared spaces. It takes 30-60 minutes to clean the entire house if you have six people working together. Laundry has assigned days for every load. The dishwasher and cooking have assigned days. It works. Everyone helps to the best of their abilities. -> With this is a lot of Adjusted Expectations. My house is not color coordinated with everything in a bin. My family is all neurodivergent. Most our dishes live on the counters because putting them away makes them vanish. This works great for us but might be overwhelming for other people. Who cares? It's our house, we're doing what works for us and the person mad about messes on Instagram can suck a lemon. -> If you really cannot do chores, cosplay it. Roll the dice and make it a game. Set a timer. Bribe yourself. Make it work for you.

ONE-ON-ONE TIME... not just for me and hubby, but for parents and kids. We try to make sure everyone gets some alone time where they are the focus of attention and we can check-in and make sure their emotional needs are met. Kids need a space to vent. Adults to a space to not be parents. -> This is super important for friendships too. Make time for people in your life! -> At work, this means managers need to make time to talk with their employees, check-in, and assess who needs things (and consider the people's needs first, not the CEO's bonus)

SCHEDULED DOWNTIME... usually this is Sunday for us (the Sabbath day for our religion), but it can be whenever, and we might have more downtime scheduled on a stressful week than in an easy one. The goal here is to make sure everyone gets time to not work, not lead, not think, and just chill. They can play, listen to music, nap, whatever their brain needs, and they can do it without upsetting anyone or feeling guilty because it's part of the schedule. -> In an office this would mean not lean staffing, maybe having an early release day once a week (or a late start) or long lunches. Give your people space to zone out and chill so they can come back refreshed. -> Quiet Quitting only exists because management is trying to exploit their staff. Don't be that boss. (P.S. Join Your Union)

SOME THINGS DON'T HAPPEN... our kids are limited to one after-school activity a year and one AP class for high schoolers. We've tried other ways and found it generates too much stress. I limit projects I take on because I have a set quitting time, even though I work from home. My husband passes up on some away-from-home events with friends because we prioritize family time. Figuring out that balance is something you have to decide as a family. What works for one person won't work for all. -> In business this means doing sustainable, slow growth over rapid booms that overextend and hurt the system. Stop looking for the short term boost when long term is better.

ADAPT TO WHAT YOUR GROUP NEEDS!... this is the most important one, because what we've done over the years has changed in reaction to the needs of people around us. My kids in college need something different than the one starting middle school. My team at the lab needed something than my team at a newspaper. If you have a bunch of introverts, they probably don't want a dance party, they want a three minute meeting with a heads up about any major disturbances and then ten minutes of silence to prepare their souls for any human interaction. Do what works.

[wwriothesley]

A person who gets a bit too close ( or they perceive to be close to him ) to Wriothesley will have the impression that he won in life. 

People would genuinely use this manner of speaking to flatter him, and he'd thank them politely and tell the one(s) that used this expression that he hasn't won- he fought hard for everything that he has now, and will keep fighting to help what he considers to be his home. He answers politely because he understands how this must look from the outside, and that the person is genuinely happy for him and thinks they're paying him a great compliment.

In their eyes, he went from a prisoner to royalty, from a nobody who has committed a nefarious crime into an atoned, functional member of society who has contributed the most to Fontaine's growth. In their eyes, the Duke has reformed fully, and is not feared from those who don't have a reason to fear him. To those who have met him, once they got over his intimidating looks, they'll admit to find him a polite and charming fellow with a bit of a dry humor.

Wriothesley's feelings can be summed up by this Game of Thrones quote:

I've lost a hand, a father, a son, a sister, and a lover, and soon enough I will lose a brother. And yet they keep telling me House Lannister won this war.

( Though, translated in italian, Jaime rather says ''They keep telling me House Lannister won this war. But then, why do I feel so cold inside?'', which I find it more fitting for this purpose. )

Wriothesley doesn't know his biological parents, and can't remember them, thus forgetting a part of his past. He has gone through hell on Earth, endured abuse and humiliating conditions of living, and the biggest realization of his life came when he understood that he had to murder his adoptive parents himself, as the law and authorities couldn't do anything to stop their crimes.

Despite all of his efforts to heal himself, there are the bad days; where he wakes up in cold sweat and has to pry the sheets that feel like an hanging noose from around his neck.

He dreamed, and sometimes still does, of the monster that was his adoptive mother screaming and begging him to stop as he drives the hunting knife in her chest, multiple times. How her nails dug long, by now healed scars in his arms. For some reason, he can't stop thinking about her last, incredulous words, ''you're hurting me.'' as if she never believed that retribution would come, one day, in the form of her oldest livestock specimen turning against her.

How his adoptive father simply crumpled to the floor as the livestock inched closer to him, step after step, no mercy in his eyes as the man in front of him turned from a cruel abuser to a whimpering mess of a man urinating on himself and begging Wriothesley to spare him. How he asked him why?, as if he didn't knew his crimes.

It's their disbelief and incredulity that left the biggest impact on Wriothesley. Both abusers turned into confused, terrified people begging him to stop and asking him why he was doing this to them- the human mind is truly something amazing, sometimes.

He still dreams about none of his siblings stopping to wave back at him, afraid of this blood-covered demon bleeding from the scratches on his arms and with ice cold, empty eyes staring at them. He knows that he had frightened them- but, some days, it weights on him.

There are bad days, when he'll be brought tea from the kitchen, a thoughtful gentleness from Wolsei- and he'd stir sugar and cream in with a silver spoon, a part of him afraid that it would reveal a poisoned drink under his touch. In the worst days, no matter if the silver doesn't darken and crack, signaling no poison in his tea, he'd pour it down the drain and, instead, choose to make up for his unseen slight by inviting the Fortress cook for an handmade brewed cup of tea, complete with snacks and tea cakes. Wolsei feels blessed, Wriothesley feels less guilty- and all is well.

There are days that not even Sigewinne's improised therapy sessions can help him- but then, he compromises by smiling in front of one of her Desolation Shakes, as he names them, and downs one down without a protest. Despite the taste, it does work and gives him a boost of energy for the day. He's also able to down a Mysterious Meal made by her without batting a lash, as long as she caters to him a bit and puts some roasted potatoes into it. He'll clean the box without a protest then.

Wriothesley hasn't won in life. The price he paid for later ''successes'' in life was not a cheap one by any means, and he had to fight for every single thing of his. He had to fight to survive and access the position that he's in now- he is now considered royalty, a title appointed to him by Neuvillette, who knows of these struggles, and that makes him feel better about it.

Sometimes, he still think that he has to fight- but he learned that this is just a thing about life: to fight is to feel alive.

[renaisguy]

FORDE IN FODLAN.  ✧

( og source link )

PERSONAL INFORMATION

NAME. Forde GENDER. Male AGE. 23 HEIGHT. 183cm / 6'0" CREST/HOLY BLOOD. None CLASS. Golden Deer Student AFFILIATION. Renais, Magvel

PERSONAL HISTORY

Magvel Year 782 ~ Born

Magvel Year 791 ~ Mother passes away. Starts raising Franz, as father is often away

Magvel Year 793 ~ Father is killed

Magvel Year 803 ~ Follows Prince Ephraim during the War of the Stones

Magvel Year 804 ~ Takes a vacation

Imperial Year 1180 / Magvel Year 805 ~ Enrolls at the Officer's Academy at Garreg Mach

INTERESTS. Painting, Banter LIKES. Maps, Naps, Wading across rivers DISLIKES. Crying children, Expectations, Falling asleep and rolling into weapons

DINING HALL PREFERENCES

LIKES. Grilled Herring, Saghert and Cream, Fish and Bean Soup, Small Fish Skewers, Onion Gratin Soup, Sweet Bun Trio, Fisherman's Bounty, Fish Sandwich, Daphnel Stew, Vegetable Stir-Fry

DISLIKES. Sautéed Jerky, Spicy Fish and Turnip Stew, Sweet and Salty Whitefish Sauté, Fruit and Herring Tart, Pickled Rabbit Skewers, Super-Spicy Fish Dango, Cabbage and Herring Stew, Bourgeois Pike

TEAM TIME GUIDE

FAVORITE TEA. Albinean Berry Blend - Dried Albinean berries give this black tea its fragrance. The sweet, relaxing scent is popular among many

CONVERSATION TOPICS.  A dinner invitation... / A place you’d like to visit… / Capable comrades… / Cats… / Children at the market… / Classes you might enjoy… / Cooking mishaps… / Dining partners… / Dreamy knights… / Exploring the monastery… / Favorite sweets… / Gifts you’d like to receive… / Heart-racing memories… / Likable allies… / Past laughs… / Perfect recipes… / Relaxing at the sauna… / Reliable allies… / Shareable snacks… / Someone you look up to… / The ideal relationship… / The view from the bridge… / Working together… / You seem well… / School holidays...

TEA TIME QUOTES

GREETING.  ✧

“ It's a lovely day, isn't it? ”

FAVORITE TEA.  ✧

“ It's such a relaxing day, isn't it? Sorry if I fall asleep, it means I feel comfortable around you. ”

FIVE STAR TEA.  ✧

“ This is fancy stuff. I must be popular if you're giving me this... heh. ”

INTRODUCING OWN TOPIC.  ✧

1. “ It's been years since I painted someone's portrait. l'm not sure I'm up to the task. ”Answer: Disagree, Sigh

2. “ When you're off duty, stop thinking about weapons and fighting. Relax, purge your heart of the battlefield.  ”Answer: Sip tea, Agree

3. “ I wonder if there are landscapes that are gone now, only existing in my paintings. ”Answer: Chat

4. “ It's strange being someone's role model. I don't think it suits me. ”Answer: Praise, Disagree

5. “ People deserve happiness. There are some smiles I'd do anything to see again... ”Answer: Chat, Nod

6. “ Zzz... ”Answer: Admonish, Sigh

7. “ Everyone has a different type of energy. Some energies can heal hearts, others spread courage. Would you like to feel my energy too? ”Answer: Blush, Laugh, Chat

8. “ What's wrong with fooling around? Some people take themselves too seriously. ”Answer: Nod

9. “ My mother rejoiced more in my skill with the brush than in my skill with the sword. I understand why now. ”Answer: Praise

OBSERVING.  ✧

“ I try to keep a smile on my face. There's always something to be happy about. ” “ You're getting pretty close, please don't tease me like that. ”

ENDING.  ✧

“ This has been fun, I'll have to invite you next time... ”

MISCELLANEOUS DIALOGUE.

GIFT GUIDE

FAVORITE GIFTS. Landscape Painting, Floral Adornment, Riding Boots, Daffodil DISLIKED GIFTS. Forget-me-nots, Whetstone, Coffee beans

GIFT QUOTES

DISLIKED GIFT.  ✧

“ I appreciate the thought, but this isn't something I'll use. ”

LIKED GIFT.  ✧

“ A gift? Is there something you want from me? ”

FAVORITE GIFT.  ✧

“ This is wonderful! If there's anything I can do in return, let me know. ”

LOST ITEMS

WATERCOLOURS. A variety of paints. It probably belongs to an artist.

BOOK OF TREES. A guide to Fodlan's fauna, with some doodles in the margins. It probably belongs to someone who likes nature. 

EXAM PAPER. An exam that passed, with middling marks. It probably belongs to a student that's just doing 'ok'.

LOST ITEM QUOTES

OWNER.  ✧

“ Thanks for finding this! I was wondering where it'd gotten to. ”

NOT OWNER.  ✧

“ Never seen that before. I hope you don't think I'm so careless that I'd leave my things lying around. ”

MONASTERY QUOTES

CHOIR PRACTICE.  ✧

(1)  “ I'm not much of a singer, but I'll do my best. ” (2)  “ I have no idea how to read this music, I should just copy my neighbour, right? ”

COOKING.  ✧

(1)  “ I'm a decent cook, as long as you're not expecting anything fancy. ” (2)  “ I learnt to cook for my brother, I don't know where I'd be without him. ” (3)  “ Nothing beats fresh fish, grilled on a campfire. This is good though. ”

TUTORING

INSTRUCT

BAD.  ✧

“ Sorry, I don't think I'm having a good day. ”

Critique:  “ Yes I know I messed up, give me a moment. ”  ( AFFECTION DOWN ) Console:  “ Hey, it's not the end of the world. ”  ( AFFECTION UP )

GREAT.  ✧

“ I think I understand... ”

PERFECT.  ✧

“ Yes!  ”

PRAISE.  “ I should be thanking you, you make this fun. ”

TASKS

STABLE DUTY. ✧

“ Of course I know how to handle horses, they're- woah! Calm down boy! ”

WEEDING.  ✧

“ This is strangely calming, isn't it? ”

SKY WATCH.  ✧

“ I can't fall asleep up here, imagine if I fell... ”

CERTIFICATION EXAMS

FAILED.  ✧

“ I told you I wasn't ready yet. Let me learn these things at my own pace, yeah? ”

PASSED.  ✧

“ Look at me go!  ”

UPDATE GOALS

SWORD.  ✧

“ When I was young, I was something of a prodigy with the sword. I'll be the first to admit I've fallen out of practice, but while I'm here... Do you think I could focus on the blade for a bit? ”

RIDING.  ✧

“ Combat skills are good and all, but they're not really useful outside of, well, combat. But horse riding is useful whenever you want to get somewhere. My brother would be so impressed if I learnt some cool tricks, what do you think? ”

FLYING.  ✧

“ Renais doesn't really have wyverns, and even if they did they're such a hassle to tame. The wyverns here are a lot friendlier. The views from the skies must be beautiful, I'd love to get some experience with flying. ”

LEVEL UP

UPON REACHING LEVEL 99 .  ✧

“ I've been working so hard to get here, do I get a vacation now? ”

BUDDING TALENT

“ I didn't think I'd enjoy this stuff... thanks for proving me wrong. ”

BATTLE QUOTES

WHEN SELECTED

FULL/HIGH HP .  ✧

“ Whatever you say... ”

MEDIUM HP .  ✧

“ If you insist... ”

LOW HP .  ✧

“ Don't push me too much... ”

ENEMY DEALS 1 OR NO DAMAGE OR MISSES .  ✧

“ Better luck next time! ”

CRTIICAL ATTACK .  ✧

“ Sorry about this. ” “ You're blocking the view! ” “ Surprise! ”

DEFEATED ENEMY .  ✧

“ Better than you expected? ” “ My work here is done. ” “ Oh, did you think I was asleep? ”

ALLY DEFEATS ENEMY .  ✧

“ Amazing! Show me more. ” “ I weakened them up for you, yeah? ” “ With allies like you, I barely need to lift a finger... ”

ALLY HEALS/RALLIES .  ✧

“ Thanks! ” “ Keep yourself safe too. ” “ Better get back into the action, I guess... ”

DEFEAT QUOTE

CASUAL .  ✧

“ It... It was fun while it lasted... ”

CLASSIC .  ✧

“ Don't cry for me... It's more than I... ”

THE ADVICE BOX

“ A dear friend asked me to paint her, but it's been over a decade since my last portrait. She has a smile worth painting, but I don't know if I'm capable of capturing it. What should I do? ”

>Tell her you can't do it. >Tell her it may take a few attempts before you're happy with it. ( AFFECTION UP ) >Practice by painting other people's portraits first.

[anxietywriter]

love in a way i understand

something something, that one quote that goes something like "if you loved me, then you didn't do it in a way i could understand." because yes everyone has their own love language and needs to effectively communicate so everyone you care about feels cared for. but also the angst when someone says they love you but they only love the idea of you, the you they created in their mind. when they say they love you but lie and neglect you. when they love you only out of duty. Anyway have at thee.

college student character who goes to a college far away from home. they did it to escape an abusive, toxic relationship with their family. the first day on campus and their parents call them. they say everything and nothing, all "hello, how's college?" or "we miss you" and the dreaded "i love you" and the cliche "you'll always be our baby"... where was all of this when they stayed home? did they really mean it? did they realize all of that the moment they left home? or was it perfunctory? they do it because that's what's expected of them. to keep up this image of a perfect, happy family. it's expected of them to call, to check, to talk over the phone. and maybe their parents do love them in an almost twisted way but... they hate it. they hate having to go home over the break. they hate the phone calls too. they hate it they hate it, it all feels so damn fake. so rehearsed.

a character who, for years and years was made to feel like they were not worthy because of their weight. who for so many years was told to use this product, or go on that diet. who resorted to fucking starving themselves because it wasn't enough. they were trying so hard and it wasn't enough and the fastest way was to just. not eat. and finally, when they were older and skinnier they were told, "perfect. that's perfect. not too skinny, not too fat. stay right there." and they felt empty. what was supposed to be their crowning achievement, and they felt as empty as their stomach. and that was the most genuine praise that they've ever heard but it meant the least to them. because they've done so much. top of their class, in computer science classes, volunteering on the weekends, helping clean and cook, staying up late doing homework, never going out with friends, sacrificing their health. was that all nothing? did that mean nothing? they starved themselves to get to this weight yes. but did the work, the tears, the stress, the years off their life, mean nothing in comparison? and they wanted to scream. wasted. wasted wasted wasted. how much time to gain the approval of someone they didn't even realize they didn't love anymore? that never loved them. that never appreciated them properly. how long?

characters being told over and over again, oh but we love you or they love you. You're their favorite child. Their favorite student. But that person can never recall anything about them. Not their favorite color, whether they wear glasses, their favorite food, their dislikes, just the most rudimentary basic shit. They don't even know what they studied in college or what they've been studying for the past few years. None of it. Stuff that they avidly love and talk about and that person who claims to love them has never bothered to listen. So why the hell should they listen when they're being told "I love you"?

when someone tells them "I'll love you no matter what" and their soul just... Dies... Because that's a lie. Because they know what would happen if that person found out what they're really like. And they hide all of that because they're not looking for a conflict but. That lie is the most painful thing to hear. To hear "I would love you in any possible way I can conceive you turning out, but the moment you have free will and take a path unexpected and unacceptable to me, then I would rather kill you myself." And the yelling, the accusations, the crying... It's easier to just hide.

I love you, but only because I remember the you I had known four years ago. I love you but I will not respect the boundaries that are newly placed because we're old friends and soooo close. I love you because you're still the same person I knew four years ago. I love you because you never changed... That person you speak of is long dead. So much has changed, so little I've said. Did you like me better? Back when I was so frail and young? I can tell. I can tell. You would not like me now. You talk at a table full of people to yourself, scorning people like me. We've grown differently I can see. For I've grown past needing you to feel loved.

[gaphic]

quick breakdown of brad bird's movies:

The Iron Giant: by FAR the least offender, but there is one element of this- Hogarth doesn't have any friends, and the stated reason for this is that he is, essentially, Better Than Other Kids. They think he's smarter than they are, and they hate him for it

Ratatouille: the message people take from this movie is... not. What it actually espouses. At the end, Ego explicitly states (and we are to understand that he is correct when he says this!) that 'no, not anyone can cook, but a great artist can come from anywhere.' This refers to Remy- I bet you forgot Remy isn't actually a regular rat, didn't you? He was born with an ability that other rats do not have, and that is explicitly why he is able to cook. The whole first act of the movie is about his nearly-supernatural sense of smell, and, to a lesser extent, the simple fact that he is smarter than his peers and aspires to better - which his family do not understand or approve of. Remy is special and they don't get it. They CAN'T get it. They can only accept/respect his brilliance

The Incredibles: I mean, the entire script of this movie is made up of quotes like "they keep coming up with new ways to celebrate mediocrity" and "when everyone's super no one will be." Yes, I know that second one was said by Syndrome, but the implication isn't that he's wrong. We're meant to see this as a threatening idea, NOT as a false one. There is no evidence of a superpowered villain in the Incredible's universe. All villains are non-supers, and the ultimate villain's evil plan involves giving everyone 'superpowers.' Why? It's not plot-related, it's purely philosophical. If Syndrome's plan was just that he would be the ONLY superhero and everyone would worship him, nothing about the movie would change. Him sharing his technology would be a GOOD thing, but it's treated as part of his villainy

The explicit premise of the movie is that civilians were so petty and stupid and ungrateful that they got mad at superheroes for saving their lives, and, instead of banning vigilantism, they banned ANY USE OF POWERS AT ALL. Supers are born special, they are implied to be inherently benevolent, and they are oppressed and hated unfairly for doing good things

Tomorrowland: nobody watched this movie but it's about how gifted child geniuses need to go to a utopian city just for geniuses where they flex their enormous brain muscles and have lots of fun doing it or else the world will end, lol. The protagonist is exceptionally smart and the people around her are routinely stumped, confused, or offended by her intelligence

The Incredibles 2: once again, villains never have powers! The Underminer might look weird, but he doesn't have any actual powers. Villains use TECHNOLOGY to ape the abilities that supers are born with. Villains are critical of heroes (and their criticisms are wildly, intentionally incoherent. It's super easy to make valid criticisms of superheroes! The writers chose to only give Evelyn idiotic, nonsensical criticisms, because we are not supposed to think of 'criticizing superheroes' as a valid stance) and Evelyn's foil, her brother, is marked as a Good Guy by his enthusiasm for heroes- despite objectively being wrong that the superhero ban caused his parents deaths

None of these movies are especially Bad (altho Tomorrowland and Inc. 2 are certainly not Good lol) and I wouldn't call them 'problematic' or anything, but there is a clear and distinct trend

as much as i love the incredibles, because it IS a nearly-perfect movie, but it's also basically atlas shrugged for babies

[over--and-out]

Random Eddie Munson Headcanons

Part II

I've said some of these before- I know. Also please keep in mind that these are my own personal headcanons! You don't have to agree with all of them

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, bullying, season 4 spoilers, yes I mean ALL of season 4, mentions of self harm/ suicide

I saw somebody saying he's probably screwed all of the cheerleaders and that's why he's so nice to them? I see your headcanon and raise you: he's polite to the cheerleaders because a. He's a gentleman. B. Bet you five bucks they've stopped the football team from beating his ass at least once

He failed senior year his first time because of his mother's passing. The second year he failed was because of his father's murder trial. His mindset was quickly deteriorating and the only thing that kept him sane was the fact that Wayne fought so hard to keep Eddie.

Oh my God, Wayne.

His literal best friend ever.

Eddie was already into rock and metal and Wayne only nurtured that. Helped Eddie save up for his first guitar.

Eddie was the lead guitarist and vocalist for Corroded Coffin

Hates Mike with a passion but would never say anything about it to anybody. He doesn't wanna hurt the kids feelings.

I can't explain that one but I just have the strong feeling that he does.

Dude is a drama kid. Straight up.

That's where Hellfire is held every week, drama room

Man strives to piss everyone off. Everyone. There are no exceptions.

None.

Will legitimately zone out in the middle of ranting

Contrary to the "Eddie would let you sit on his lap at Hellfire"

NO HE WOULD NOT

Would be pissed if you did so

That is his TIME

He's way too animated for that. Man is standing up, doing little dances, acting out character actions. He is in the zone and he is in the moment. I'm telling you, if you sat on his lap while he was DMing he would not be happy.

MAYBE he would hold your waist when he asked you a question during d&d

That's it

There's little to no intimacy during Hellfire. He is all business

I'm not even kidding

Although he is a very gracious DM. Strict to certain things but he's very lenient on others. It depends.

VERY animated and imaginative. Man quotes Lord of The Rings, I don't expect any different

Speaking of LOTR, definitely only has those books because he stole them from the library

Maybe his mom really liked them so he reads them to keep a piece of her?

Bullying is a love language of his. You scared of a bug? He will chase you with one. He will tease you and make fun of you and piss you off, man doesn't realize when boundaries are being pushed too far

Half his humor consists of middle school kid jokes

Do not tell him a 'your mom' joke

Has no concept of personal space

Unless it's HIS personal space

Gets pissed off relatively easily but calms down just as easily

Will eat canned food right out of the can if he doesn't feel like cooking it

Literally only eats quick foods unless Wayne makes something

He very rarely decides he wants to cook

Cusses more than he should but also substitutes bad words so much it's funny

Sarcastic as hell

He's so chaotic I swear

Relationship/ NSFW Headcanons

Slaps your ass every chance he gets. Every chance. I'm not kidding, you're doing dishes? Smack. Standing up? Smack. Legit just standing? Smack.

Not even in a sexual way, he just knows it pisses you off so he does it

If you need something or you go to ask him for something, he automatically assumes you're asking for a kiss and gives you one that's small and quick

If you compliment him he will either deny it flat out or be a smiling mess there is no in between

Speaking of no in between, man's sex drive is either nonexistent or that's all he thinks about

If he's horny he will bother you until you give him attention

Easily made horny. I'm telling you, don't fall for it.

Per the hanky code, he's a heavy sadist top

There's no way this man is straight

Come on

"Big boy"

Are you kidding me?

Flirts wayyyyyyyyyy more than reasonable

Will flirt with other people to make you jealous

That being said he's easy to make jealous

Very protective of his lover

"Babe" and "Sweetheart" are his pet names for you

If you say his name he thinks he's in trouble

If you call him Edward? Silent anxiety. Will immediately ask you what he did wrong

Wayne snaps pictures of both of you whenever he can

Eddie is most likely demi

So by the time you're dating, you're best friends in and out

He's done some EMBARASSING things

Like

Not even kidding

You've seen him when he's been vomiting his guts out

You've seen him dealing with the after effects of an overdose

He's had some really bad episodes and you've been there through every one despite his mood swings and him telling you to fucking leave

Gets angry when he's trying to protect you

Full blown pissed

Starts yelling and screaming at you if you put yourself in danger

With as much as he flirts to piss you off, man doesn't have a disloyal bone in his body

Cheating? Might as well not even be in his dictionary

Will cheat on a test tho

Hears that you cheated on him? Won't believe it until he sees it

Defends you with every breath he has

Will run the fuck away from bullies but if something happens to you he will start some shit

I mean the most petty shit

He'll prank people, humiliate then in the hallways, even beat the shit out of somebody if he feels like it

Might be more later but please accept this while I'm working on requests. I'm sorry it's taking me so long, I've been looking for jobs and working on and off and I'm just constantly tired. I'll get your fics out as soon as possible, I promise.

[mooodyblue]

almost in love | timetravler!elvis x gn!reader

don't fly away universe

summary: 2 times elvis tried to kiss you and the 1 time he succeeded.

wc: 2k

warnings: none? maybe a little angst-y

note: this is part of my don't fly away universe, it could be read separately though. at least i think. i would still read dfa anyway but that's just me 👀

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it had only been a few months since elvis showed up at your apartment one day, scaring you close to death then spending an hour trying to convince you that yes he was indeed elvis presley. of course, that's a story for another day. while elvis was at home trying to figure out how to use your tv and smashing buttons on the remote, you were still working at your usual office job. most of your time was spent worrying about whether elvis was actually entertaining himself somehow or just staring at the wall all day. maybe it's time you turn him into a typical ipad kid and let him play candy crush all day.

there was a lot to learn about elvis. you'd spent a lot of time in the past reading books and articles on him and wondering what was true and what wasn't true and being able to talk directly to elvis himself about these things was still something you could barely wrap your head around. he had a lot to learn as well-like a lot. it was still too soon to bring up his life in the 70s but he enjoyed hearing his vegas shows being successful. however, it seemed as if he only wanted to hear about you. not about his future or anything that he doesn't know about back in his time, but just about you. who you were, what you did for a living and the things you liked to do. you're taking your time with him and trying to not think about him possibly disappearing one day.

you're also trying to avoid getting attached to elvis.

you weren't going to lie, elvis was a very attractive man. you always thought that, especially in the 70s. he was always hot! and now seeing him up close? you understood why girls were throwing themselves at him every chance they could. he had such a beautiful personality with a mindset you wish you could have yourself. despite not knowing much about the current world he's in, he knows when you're having a bad day and does his best to cheer you up. whether it's him giving you words of wisdom, a quote from someone he used to know or his attempt at putting on your favorite show, he always did succeed at making your bad days a little better. it was hard trying to not fall for him, but he was making it difficult.

after your shift, you decided to move forward with your mission to turn elvis into an ipad kid and stopped to buy him a tablet as a little, yet expensive gift. truth be told, you'd give him your old one and you'd keep the new one but he doesn't need to know.

you texted elvis that you were on your way back and if he wanted anything. he responded saying he was fine and ended the text with a "From Elvis" which made you giggle slightly, making a mental note to tell him he doesn't need to end every text with his name.

once returning to your apartment, elvis was sat on the floor mindlessly strumming away at a guitar you bought him the week he showed up. "still here, huh?" you joked.

elvis scoffed and stood up, carefully setting the guitar against the coffee table. "hey, at least i didn't burn anything down today."

you raised an eyebrow at him. "today? you mean you've burned things prior to today?"

"it's that damn microwave! they're nothin' like what 'm used to! why do they heat up so fast?"

"what were you trying to cook?"

he walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out a container filled with leftover pasta. "i put this on a plate, i even covered it like you said!" he reached in the cabinet to pull out a plate similar to the one he used a few days ago. "i used this and the whole thing just broke apart, made a mess of the damn microwave."

you took the plate from him, turning it over and reading the bold print saying do not microwave. "you don't use these in the microwave." you said, pointing at the words.

elvis looked at the plate then back at you, very obviously mad at himself. he ran a hand down his face and smacked his fist against the counter. "i really have no words. i got nothin' to say to that."

you let out a laugh, patting him on the shoulder reassuringly. "i guess i should also mention, don't put plastic in the microwave either. metal too."

"naw, i ain't that stupid. who d'ya think i am?" elvis snagged the plate back from you and placed it back in the cabinet. he proceeded to pick at the pasta in the container, sparking up conversation about your day. it was always the same answer. lousy, boring day and all you wanted to do was come home and hang out with elvis.

"i got you something." you picked up the small bag, handing it to him.

his eyes lit up as he took the bag from you. he pulled out the rectangular box, inspecting it. "what is this? a big phone?"

you taught him all the joys of an ipad, you even got him introduced him to all sorts of ipad games to keep him entertained while you were at work. eventually you found yourself searching up old performances, sitting close to elvis at the table. you pointed at the video on the screen, talking about god knows what as he just enjoyed your company. he gazed his eyes towards you, smiling and not really listening to a word you were saying. you paused mid sentence to look over at him, your eyes meeting with his. elvis leaned forward towards you, going straight for your lips. you gulped and cleared your throat, standing up as you walked towards the fridge for a water.

that was the first time he tried to kiss you.

at this point, you knew elvis had feelings for you. you had feelings for him as well, you just didn't want to act on those feelings.

the second time he tried to kiss you was about a month later. you were both down to a second bottle of wine, talking about life and what elvis was supposed to be getting up to around this time in his life. "y'know we can pull up that comeback special, like right now." you said, reaching for the remote. "or wait-would that be spoiling it? are we breaking the timeline?"

he looked at you confused. "what timeline? honey, i was there in person filming it, i don't think there's nothin' for you to spoil."

"i mean like, will the earth explode if i make you watch something that you haven't seen in your time?"

"what in the hell are you talkin' about? that wine's got you all confused." he laughed. "just play the damn thing."

you sighed, pulling it up on the tv. "alright but if the world explodes the moment i hit play, it was nice knowing you." elvis rolled his eyes and placed his glass on the table, watching himself on the screen.

by the time it finished, the tears were flowing. something about watching elvis perform if i can dream always had you crying, but you were also drunk so that probably had something to do with it as well. "was i that good?"

you nodded, wiping your tears. "you are just so amazing and like-you're right next to me and i don't know why you were brought to me of all people but god elvis, i just adore you so much and i-"

"okay, slow down." he placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it tightly.

"sorry, sorry." you said softly, staring at him in awe.

elvis sat up and stared back at you, nervousness in his eyes. "can i....kiss you?"

you almost said yes, you wanted to say yes. although you had a lot to drink, you still couldn't bring yourself to admit you were in love with him. "it's the wine, elvis. ask me again later. 'm going to bed." you pat his knee and left to your room, leaving him with his feelings once again.

eventually, elvis gave up. you got back into the routine of coming home, elvis telling you his new discovery on his phone and what level he hit on a game he was playing on his ipad, you rambling about your boring job and then taking him out somewhere.

however, today was different. elvis wasn't responding to your texts which made you worry the whole day. you saw him this morning so there was no way he just...went back. on the way home you distracted yourself with thoughts of what you'd do when you got home, maybe you'll order food and watch a movie with elvis. or maybe it's time to finally start a new show with him. either way, you just wanted to get home and eat. what you didn't expect was opening the door to your apartment and seeing a home cooked meal on the dining table. you shut the door behind you and tossed your keys. "elvis?" you yelled. "you haven't replied to my texts, are you here?"

elvis peeked out from the corner, relief washing over you. you didn't know what you would do if elvis just left. "hey, you. i made dinner and didn' even burn any dishes this time!"

you looked around at the table, speechless. "wow, you did this? you didn't just order it?"

elvis crossed his arms. "you don't think i can cook?" truth is, he just followed a random recipe he read online.

"but why?" you waved hand in the air, taking back your question. "i mean, what's the occasion?"

he rubbed the back of his head, letting out a nervous laugh. "um-you, actually."

"me?"

"i uh-" he sighed. "i have to tell you somethin' and i-i think you know but i-um still want to just tell you this...straight up."

you observed the way he was trembling a little, stuttering at his words and fidgeting with the rings on his fingers. he was nervous about something which obviously made you nervous as well. "okay."

elvis sat down at the small dining table, mentally preparing himself and trying to process the words that were about to leave his mouth. you then sat across from him and reached over to squeeze his hand reassuringly. "i like you-i like you a lot actually. i thought maybe it was cos' 'm kinda just...always here with you but all this time i've spent alone i really did some thinkin' and....oh geez." he let out a nervous laugh. "christ, i think i'm in love with ya and i gotta say, that scares me a little."

you didn't know what to say. sitting there in shock, this wasn't news to you. however, hearing it come from elvis directly did freak you out a little. all those times he tried to kiss you, it was obvious. part of you wanted to jump on that table and just kiss all over him but another part of you just wanted to pretend you didn't feel the same way. you didn't want to get attached then wake up to him gone tomorrow. "elvis....i really don't know what to say."

"just know i really appreciate everythin' you've been doin' for me. i know it's been weird-this whole situation is weird. you don't gotta say nothin', i just needed you to know how i felt." elvis got up from the table and scuffled towards you, squatting down to your eye level. it was as if he could read your mind, like he knew you felt the same way. "are you scared too?" he asked.

"i'm terrified." you admitted.

"let's figure this out together then, can i kiss you?"

you looked into his eyes, giving it a final thought before finally deciding. "yes, please."

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[dribs-and-drabbles]

Let's talk about...Pat's shirt in episode 11

At first AND second watch, I was sad to see that none of Pat's shirts in ep 11 really struck me as particularly meaningful (unlike several I've written about before)...and initially I put this down to the fact that Pat and Pran were borrowing clothes the whole time...

But then I thought...what does that have to do with anything? 😂🤦🏽‍♀️

Then, I was going through the episode taking screenshots for my costume posts when it hit me. This one. This one is the iconic shirt of this episode (and it might just make it to my list of top ten because it's just that good). I'll explain below:

So in part 4, in the now legendary 'red shirt' scene, Pat says "I know that sooner or later we will need to go back...but I want to stay here as long as we can." He's saying: I know we can't stay here, I just wanted to forget about our real lives and our families for a while and just be with you.

And this quest to forget is prevalent in parts 1 and 2:

On the bus, Pat says he wants to "run away to a place where there's only us" - I want to forget everyone else who can hurt us. | On the rocks, he tells Pran, "No one can bother us now" - we can forget our families and our troubles. | Responding to Pran's hesitancy about taking out the sim card, he asks, "Don't you want to be free?" - don't you want to forget our lives even for a short while? | Then they both yell, "Screw them!" to the ocean - Forget them! | Lying on the bed, when Pran brings up their families, Pat requests, "Can we not talk about this" - can we forget things for a while? | When Pran starts to reminisce about cooking with his mum, Pat distracts him with asking to be fed - forget about that just now, focus on me, on us. | And when Pran says he's quit playing the guitar, Pat tells him, "What did we agree on? We can do anything we want here" - forget about all the reasons why you can't play and just do it.

Why is this all relevant? Well what animal is renowned for having exceptionally good memory?...so much so that this idiom exists: "An elephant never forgets." 🧐

Pat is wearing a symbol of "not forgetting" at a time when all he wants to do is forget - about his family, the lies, the probability that he and Pran can't be together - as well as realising that Pran just can't forget his own family...and the irony of that juxtaposition just emphasises his desperation to shut out the real world even though it's impossible. And he tries, he tries to hold it at bay, but he eventually realises that they can't stay there, they need to go home and face reality, face the thing they can never forget.

(Edit: And here's another idiom I ironically forgot to include: there's an "elephant in the room" that Pat and Pran are absolutely not talking about...)

It's so subtle. The shirt is so innocuous. But dammit it's so full of meaning. 😭💙

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And there's a little bonus feature to this shirt as well...Whilst Pat is wearing it, Junior has a t-shirt which connects back to the wonderful red 'DM' drug store style t-shirt from episode 10. As @karometeenk explained, the slogan on the shirt refers to a famous quote from a monologue Faust makes on a walk about the beauty of nature and how he can only truly be himself there, where no one is around. This absolutely was foreshadowing ep 11 where Pat and Pran run away to the beach, to nature, to somewhere where they can be truly themselves and where no one else around knows them. Now, a few people were wondering why "California" was used instead of the usual name of the store, "DM" - well maybe here's your answer -> Junior's "Malibu Beach California" t-shirt. 🤷🏽‍♀️

[rainbowsky]

XZ's team refused to cooperate with business CP. I wonder why 👀👀👀

An important reminder that this is just a 🍉 rumor, and totally unverified. All 🍉 are just 🍉. To be taken with a huge grain of 🧂. I often see fans quoting these rumors as though they’re true, and that’s how false information gets embedded into the fandom. Please always qualify rumors as rumors.

This one seems to be a continuation of the overall theme that he's supposedly refusing romantic roles, etc. There are reasons to believe this could be true, and some reasons to be very skeptical.

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

A lot of people (myself included) were expecting heavy fan service with OOL when it came out, but despite a bit during Weibo night 2020, we really didn’t see any. Instead, we got a steady diet of high fructose turtle candy from GG throughout the airing and promo for the drama.

I suspect the plan had initially been to do heavy fan service for the drama, but the shifts in the entertainment industry climate and in how fan wars are handled (artists are held fully responsible for them now, and there are consequences for failing to manage fans) led to a shift in how the project was marketed. We don’t know what all happened behind the scenes or what the teams involved discussed and decided, but it seems to me inevitable that things would change given all the changes in the industry climate. There could also have been other reasons (or I could just be wrong).

BXG often talk about GG’s rumored refusal to take on romantic roles and his rumored refusal to do CP marketing for upcoming projects as though it has something to do with DD, and I think that’s highly unlikely to be true. I talked recently about why BXG’s investment in the GGDD jealousy trope is unhealthy, offensive and even dangerous. It’s just not something BXG should be pushing/claiming about GGDD (not saying that’s what you are doing, here, Anon, but you left it vague and I know a lot of fans are into that stuff so it bears repeating).

In my previous post about the romantic role rumor I talked about some of the reasons why GG might refuse romantic roles, and those reasons all apply to why he might also refuse CP fan service. None of them have anything to do with DD. I’ll just restate those reasons here:

GG is a serious actor who wants interesting projects of substance and depth, and to shed his ‘idol’, ‘traffic star’ image. Part of shedding that image needs to involve engaging in projects in ways that don't encourage that kind of image/fan reaction.

GG is constantly having to deal with fan wars and controversies, and it's no doubt a huge headache for him and his team. Nothing - NOTHING - generates more of that BS than CP/romance stuff.

GG likely doesn't want to deal with straight relationship rumors, and CP marketing tends to lead to shipping and relationship rumors. Such rumors are a threat to his career. Celebrities in that region are marketed on a fantasy of romantic availability, and if they are thought to be in a serious relationship that can kill a career. It's why even straight celebrities hide their relationships.

I think that this all goes doubly, triply with CP marketing, moreso than romantic roles. Someone who deals with the kind of BS GG is constantly having to deal with - all the fan wars and rumors and controversy and being dismissed as a traffic star - all that stuff is a bane on his career. If he doesn’t take on CP marketing, let me guarantee you those are infinitely more important reasons than anything BXG clownery can cook up.

Now, I think it’s likely that GG also has personal reasons for being uncomfortable with straight fan service, but we can’t pretend they’re his primary motivation. I don’t think they would be, not by any stretch of the imagination.

Also, just a bit of a reality check/reminder for BXG - GG didn’t really do CP marketing for The Untamed, either. Of course, I think that he had strong personal reasons to be uncomfortable with marketing involving his real relationship, but I still think it’s something worth remembering in this context. It’s not like this - if true - would be a shift in policy for him.

There are also reasons to be skeptical of these rumors. After all, they’re 🍉 rumors, and 🍉exist solely to gossip. A lot of the stuff they post is entirely made up, with the aim of getting clicks and clout, or even to intentionally stoke up fan wars or harm celebrities reputations. Nothing generates more interest and traffic than controversy, and few things are more controversial than CP/romance rumors (and rumors about GG in general).

So like I said, take it all with a grain of 🧂. In fact, I strongly believe that people who take 🍉 seriously should not be reading them at all.

Of course, that’s just my 2 cents on the topic. Others might disagree, but this is how I see it.

[saksukei]

ushijima tattoo artist au

other; boyfriend ushijima | masterlist

ushijima doesn't know how he got into this line of work but he knows he loves it for sure,,,, sitting there, hearing the buzz of the tattoo machine,,, as he traces over a tattoo, faint music playing in the background

ushijima has plenty of tattoos because he used to practice on himself,,,

but his favorite tattoo is the one that's on his wrist, saying, “your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing,” it's by fyodor dostoevsky

he loves it because it reminds him of his troubled past,,,, how he was out on the streets for years,,, never having enough to eat,,, suffering,,, learning from the wrongs because he never had someone to teach him or to love him through his mistakes,,, he was alone through all of that

yes, he knows it's been tough

but now it's all in the past,,, he's happy where he is

especially when he goes back to his apartment,,, cooks dinner, waters his small plants and plays with his dog who is named ‘tori’

but when he sees you

he's thrown off

now ushijima has seen his portion of beautiful people, but you?

you were something else,,,

he stops for a minute– to take your sight in

you're a different type of beautiful,,, the one where he just knows you’re a good person,,, you radiate warmth and a sense of belonging, something ushijima has never had.

the receptionist pats his shoulder to catch his attention,,,,

the receptionist says you're here to get a tattoo and from the looks of it, ushijima thinks it's your first

a friend of yours recommended ushijima and you liked ushijima’s work so you wanted to get a tattoo from him

“do you have anything in mind?” he asks you, his chocolate brown eyes meeting yours

“i want something different but I'm too indecisive–” you answered, honestly and he nodded

“follow me,” he says. “i have a bunch of sketches you can select from.”

now to you, ushijima seems well experienced with tattooing and he seems rather cold hearted with how he looks.

Olive green hair, wearing black skinny ripped jeans with a black shirt of 3/4 sleeves. The outline of his muscles tell you he's well built. Tattoos till his wrists.

you followed him back to his workspace

you skim through the patterns on the walls and there's only one that catches your eye,,, it's a black dragon tattoo and it's quite large, too large from what you had in mind

but it looked awesome

“i want this one,” you tell him.

ushijima is stunned when you tell him what you've picked,,,, not because you seem like a demure person but because ushijima was saving that tattoo for someone

more specifically

a soulmate

ushijima has that exact tattoo on his lower thigh, going to his knee and even lower,,,,, his is in black

and the one you've chosen is also in black,,,,

out of all the customers that come in, none of them had even bat an eye to that tattoo since it's in a corner,,,

“that’s reserved–” he tells you.

A part of him feels horrible,,, especially when he sees you're taken aback

“o-oh,, well– um I can't really decide which one to pick, so I guess I'll just try to find something and come over when I do.”

now ushijima knows two things for sure,

once you're drawn to a tattoo, you can't get it out of your mind. He knows that because his best friend tendou had been begging him to tattoo a very stupid meme on tendou himself,,, and tendou didn't shut up about it until it was complete

secondly, you might never come back and he's not ready to see you leave, just yet

“s’ fine,” he says. “i’ll do it– but it is quite big for a first tattoo, so are you sure?”

“it’s not my first,” you smile, as you lift up your sleeve, showing him a rather large pattern of roses covering half of your arm

He nods as he starts looking for a pen to fill out the paperwork

“but are you sure you want to do it? You said it was reserved and I don't want to be a bother–” you tell him.

He thinks for a moment and you can tell he's unsure, but really, ushijima has made up his mind

“yes it's fine– but I would like you to know something,” he says.

He knows he has to tell you that he has the same tattoo. It would eat him alive if he didn't. He didn't want anyone getting a wrong idea, more specifically, he didn't want you to think something bad about him.

“i have the same tattoo,” he explains, straightforwardly, waiting for a response from you.

Like any sane person, you should refuse. And of course, you will refuse. Why would you want the same tattoo as him?

You're thinking

But ushijima knows his heart will be crushed if you say no because he feels something towards you. He doesn't know what it is. Maybe his curiosity is getting the best of him or maybe, fate is a playing some sick joke on him because he knows he can't have you

ushijima doesn't consider himself that lucky yet

“i want it,” you say with a reassuring smile. “its really cool, but if you don't want to do it– then I understand.”

so who cares if it was for a soulmate? you're just going to be two people who have the same tattoo. That's that.

“i will do it.”

with shaky hands, he fills out the paperwork and asks you to sign

you want the tattoo on your back

and so he starts with the process

the only thing he's thinking about is how lucky your significant other is or will be for being able to see this tattoo every day, or just for seeing you in general

you surprisingly didn't talk a lot during the tattoo process,,,,

he finds you scrolling aimlessly through Instagram,,, holding back a smile as he sees you comment about some anime

he catches you moving your head along to his playlist, so he plays it a bit louder,,, and when you ask him the name of the songs,,, he knows that he's damned

it takes him almost 3 days to complete and he runs you through the process of taking care of it

you thank him and say you'll come after two weeks, to show him the healed tattoo

and you do

two weeks later, he sees the same dragon tattoo on your back, it's turned out brilliant like all of his work and you're thanking him, saying how you'll get more tattoos from him

but he doesn't just want to be your tattoo artist

he wants to be a lot more

“can I see your dragon tattoo?” you ask and he's shocked, cause to be honest, no one has had the balls to ask him that.

he's also thankful he wore shorts

he nods as he sits down,, slightly pulling up his shorts to show the tattoo,,,

and he looks at you for a reaction

“you’re a brilliant tattoo artist, gosh!” you tell him. “may I see your other tattoos too, if it's okay?”

he nods once again, as he puts his arms forward to show you

and then you see the quote, the one by fyodor dostoevsky,,,,

“that’s one hell of a quote” you tell him and ushijima knows if fate is fucking with him, it's doing it really well

“thank you” he replies. “its my favorite.”

“really?” you ask, a confused expression on your face.

“why are you confused?”

“n-no it just seemed like the dragon tattoo was your favorite,” you tell him shyly, as you look down.

he lifts up your jaw, with his calloused finger tip, his eyes meeting yours once again.

“it might just be.”

[alex-just-vibing]

I posted 958 times in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Cookies of Darkness Incorrect Quotes Because No One Can Stop Me

Licorice: Though I admit I don’t know much about you, I am feeling pretty confident in my assessment that you are probably some sort of sick deadly fuck. Red Velvet: Who told you my secret?

Dark Choco: What happened to Licorice? Red Velvet: He died. Dark Choco: They what? Red Velvet: They died, but he's okay. Dark Choco: …Can you please clarify? Licorice: Clarification is for the weak.

Dark Choco, texting group chat: What flavour of ice cream do you guys want? I’m at the store so be quick! Licorice: Moose Tracks is good! Strawberry Crepe: What the fuck is that!? Licorice: *Gasp* How dare you insult moo- Strawberry Crepe: No. No no not that. What the hell. Why do you spell flavor like flavour. It’s like you have flavor but then this guy shows up and is like “Oui Oui Would you like chocolate flaVOUR or vanilla flaVOUR. Dark Choco and Licorice: what? Strawberry Crepe: I don’t get it why add the EXTRA u when it’s PERFECTLY FINE AS IT IS!? Dark Choco: You done now? Strawberry Crepe: Yeah ok. Dark Choco and Licorice: ... Strawberry Crepe: ...Can I have the Mint Chocolate chip flavour?

Pomegranate, talking to Dark Choco: If looking good was a crime, you’d be a law abiding citizen.

Licorice, washing the dishes: Who the fuck used this pan?? Licorice: Wait. I the fuck used this pan… Red Velvet: It was you the fuck. Licorice: It was I the fuck… Strawberry Crepe: Who cooks rice in a pan? Red Velvet: They the fuck.

Poison Mushroom: Do dragons fart fire? Licorice: I don't know. Poison Mushroom: I thought you went to college.

Licorice: The risk I took was calculated but, man, am I bad at math.

70 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

#4

Hunter: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done? Darius: *sighs* Darius: I killed a man.

91 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#3

Fuck you I'm gonna make sdr2 survivor incorrect quotes and none of you can stop me (spoiler warning for who survives)

Hajime: Don’t stay up all night, Akane. Last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own shirt.

Akane: When you work at lush and a customer comes in and bites the soap because they think it’s cheese... this happens way more frequently than you think. Kazuichi: If you stopped literally presenting soap as deli food this wouldn't happen. Akane: Who goes into a bath store and thinks something covered in glitter is cheese? Hajime: Who goes to the store and just takes a bite from the cheese?

Hajime: I just want someone to take me out. Kazuichi: On a date? Sonia: With a sniper gun? Fuyuhiko: Both if you're not a coward.

Fuyuhiko, holding a rock: Kazuichi just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock". Hajime: If you don't marry them, I will.

Hajime: What do you do when someone offers you drugs? Kazuichi: Take them! Akane: Punch them in the neck! Sonia: Say thank you! Fuyuhiko: Offer them more drugs to assert dominance! Hajime: … Hajime: No.

Hajime: I’m telling you, my team is competent. Sonia, rushing in: Hajime! Kazuichi tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

Akane: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

Akane: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons. Hajime, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.

Kazuichi: If I run and leap at Hajime, he will most certainly catch me in his arms. Kazuichi, running towards Hajime: Coming in! Hajime: No! I’m holding coffee! Hajime: *Drops coffee and catches Kazuichi*

Fuyuhiko, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

Akane: If you put a milkshake in one yard and crack open a cold one in another yard, which yard would the boys go to? Kazuichi: Schrödinger's boys. Hajime: FUCK! Sonia: What about cracking open a cold milkshake? Fuyuhiko: As we all know, the milkshake brings the boys to the yard. The presence of the boys is a prerequisite for the cracking open of a cold one, but cold ones do not have any inherent boy-attracting abilities. Milkshakes, however, do. Fuyuhiko: All else being equal, the boys would proceed to the milkshake yard. While it is possible to announce the presence of cold ones in the hope of attracting some boys, the pull of the milkshake is much more powerful by comparison. Akane: ... Kazuichi: ... Hajime: ... Sonia: ... Fuyuhiko: Mind you, all of this nonsense hinges on whether or not the boys are back in town.

Kazuichi: BWWAAAAAAAAAA! Oh, you hear that? That's the wrong opinion alarm. Fuyuhiko: That is not something you actually have installed. Kazuichi: Sorry, say again? I couldn't hear you over my alarm that YOU SET OFF with your WRONG-ASS OPINION

Hajime: Two brooooos! Kazuichi: Chillin' in a hot tub! Hajime: Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay! Kazuichi: Hajime: Kazuichi: *tearing up* Hajime: Babe, c'mon... Kazuichi: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING. Hajime: Babe...

Kazuichi, Entering Fuyuhiko's room: Akane did it again. Fuyuhiko: Peace disturbance? Kazuichi: What no- Fuyuhiko: Arson..? Kazuichi: NO, JESUS CHRIST, HOW MANY- Fuyuhiko: uh....Attempted murder? Kazuichi: NO, SHE ATE ALL THE FOOD IN THE FRIDGE, BUT WHAT THE FU-

Kazuichi: Hey random, what are your favorite flowers? Hajime: Peonies, why? Kazuichi: Hajime: Were you going to get me flowers? Kazuichi: Hajime: Kazuichi: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

Hajime: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it. Fuyuhiko: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out. Hajime: Th-that's not how that works-

Akane, setting down a card: Ace of spades. Fuyuhiko, pulling out an Uno card: +4. Hajime, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you! Kazuichi, trembling: What are we playing?!

Akane: Would you like something to drink? *She opens the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper- Kazuichi: Spiders? Akane: Spiders it is then. Kazuichi: No, that wasn’t- *But she were already pouring them a brimming glass of spiders…*

Hajime: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell. Sonia, Kazuichi, Fuyuhiko, and Akane: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

Akane, knocking on the door: Kazuichi, open up! Kazuichi: It all started when I was a kid. Akane: That’s not what I- Fuyuhiko: Let him finish!

Sonia: Fuyuhiko doesn’t look very happy. Hajime: That's his happy. He's just a bitch.

Hajime: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

Akane: How is the most beautiful person in the world? Sonia: *blushing* I— Hajime, butting into the conversation: Kaz is perfect, thanks for asking.

Fuyuhiko, grinning: I have a knife! Sonia: Put it down, Fuyuhiko. Fuyuhiko: Make me! *sprints away*

Kazuichi: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreashing. Hajime: Are you a software update? because not right now.

Kazuichi: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close. Hajime, blushing: Okay. Fuyuhiko: It's fucking summer.

Akane: *sees Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko together* Akane: They're cute. I would put them on a boat. Hajime: You mean... you ship them?

Hajime: *speaking Spanish* Kazuichi: I know, I know. Fuyuhiko: You speak Spanish? Kazuichi: No. I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language Hajime speaks.

Kazuichi: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Hajime a little bit. Fuyuhiko, holding Kazuichi's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation. Kazuichi: No, that's our joint tombstone. Fuyuhiko: My mistake.

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123 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

#2

Reblog if you wanna throw Belos into a fire.

307 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Emperor's Coven Incorrect Quotes

Eberwolf: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

Hunter, texting Raine: *Sends a voice message* Raine, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent? Hunter: No, don’t worry, just listen later. *Later* Raine: *Presses play* Hunter's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

Kikimora: What's wrong with you? Hunter: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.

Kikimora: The Titan has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

Hunter: Was the moon landing fake? Eberwolf, joking: You believe in the moon? Darius: The moon is made of cheese! Raine: I will catapult you three into the sun.

Eberwolf, grinning: I have a knife! Darius: Put it down, Eberwolf. Eberwolf: Make me! *Sprints away*

Eberwolf: Can you be quiet?! I'm trying to think. Raine: Don't worry. Doing anything for the first time is difficult.

Hunter: What’s your favorite color? Darius: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature. Hunter: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP? Darius: My favorite color is purple.

Raine, entering Darius's room: Hunter did it again. Darius: Peace disturbance? Raine: What no- Darius: Arson..? Raine: NO, JESUS CHRIST, HOW MANY- Darius: uh....Attempted murder? Raine: NO, THEY ATE ALL THE FOOD IN THE FRIDGE. WHAT THE FU-

Eberwolf: I know we don't always see eye to eye on things- Darius: That's because you're too short.

Darius: Real life should have a fucking search function, or something. Darius: I need my socks.

Raine: Please, I'm begging you, go to a healer. Hunter: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

Hunter: Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations

Raine: Stop setting things on fire because you're curious about what will happen. What will happen is fire. Eberwolf: But what if something else happens just this one time?

Hunter: *On the phone* Hey Raine, do you know my blood type? Raine: Of course, it's B-. Hunter: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, healer-!

Eberwolf: WHY?! Why did you give Hunter a KNIFE?! Darius: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe. Eberwolf: Now I feel unsafe! Darius: I’m sorry. Darius: …Would you like a knife?

Raine: Can you melt mercury? Hunter: Well- Darius: The planet, or the element? Hunter: Hunter: WHY THE HECK WOULD THEY WANT TO MELT THE PLANET?

Raine: "Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge" - Charles Darwin Eberwolf: What the fuck? Begets isn't a word. Quit trying to make up words, fuckface.

Eberwolf: Christmas is cancelled. Darius: You can't cancel a holiday. Hunter: Keep it up, Darius, and you'll lose New Year's too. Darius: What does that mean? Eberwolf: Raine, take New Year's away from Darius.

Hunter: ARE YOU- Eberwolf: Fucking Hunter: KIDDING ME THIS IS- Eberwolf: Bullshit. Darius: What’s going on? Eberwolf: Raine took away Hunter’s swearing privileges so I’m helping them out.

Hunter, setting down a card: Ace of spades. Darius, pulling out an Uno card: +4. Eberwolf, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you. Raine, trembling: What are we playing?

Raine: I am going to need you to swear- Eberwolf: Fuck. Raine: Raine: ...swear as in promise.

354 notes - Posted April 6, 2022

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[weirdfanaus]

The Notebook

Pairing: Matthew Fairchild x fem!reader Headcanon

Words: 1554

Rating: General Audiences

Masterlist

Warnings: none

Matthew has a notebook he keeps carrying around and keeps looking in, noting things in it or drawing when he thinks no one is looking.

One day you silently try to sneak by him, you see that on a page, doodles surrounding them, are verses.

You, unfortunately, don't get to read anything more than the words her eyes sparkled before he closes it suddenly.

Matthew catches you looking and turns his face to you

"Everything all right?" 

"Yeah, yeah." 

You shake your head. 

He looks at you long and then he puts the leather-bound notebook inside his jacket and continues to look at you. 

You don't get to see more of what is written in that book until one night when he forgets his jacket at your place. 

The weather has just got warmer, summer is fastly coming by.

All the Merry Thieves and their friends come for a late brunch by your place.

You spend most of the day in the garden, playing cards, drinking and eating fruits and tarts. 

The night comes faster than you have all expected and all the guests leave when the clock streaks close to eleven. 

Matthew leaves with James, the cuffs of his jacket rolled, runes covering his pale skin. 

He is a bit too drunk, as usual.

Later that night you clean up the living space and when you lift his red jacket, the notebook falls open on the carpet. 

The same poem, now with more drawings of a woman with a big hat, flowers, mostly tulips in blue ink.

Most words are stricken off, with replacements on top or under them. 

You cannot understand much of what it is written, the writing too messy for you to understand.

Leafing through the pages, you end up on various Oscar Wilde quotes:

You can never be overdressed or overeducated.

With freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy.

Quotes that you think match Matthew perfectly. 

More doodles of faces, eyes, splotches of green, red, black paint cover the pages. 

You read some poems, but don’t seem to fully understand them.

You close the book and put it back in its place.

The next day, you meet again, give him the coat, he smiles at you and kisses your cheek in thanks. 

More weeks pass by when he asks you to come to meet him in the Kensington Gardens, ready to spend a long day in the sun. 

You pack a blanket, a hat, a basket of fruits, tarts and sandwiches. 

You meet him by the Serpentine, under an old linden tree.

He has a blanket of his own, a small basket is by his feet.

His light pants and white shirt are cuffed, his vest thrown over the basket and he was barefoot.

He reads from a book that looks familiar to you. 

You put your basket on the corner of his blanket, take your sandals off and place your hat on the wooden holder. 

He raises his eyes from the words and smiles at you when you sit down. 

“Hello.” His tone was playful, light.

You smile, replying the same way.

He puts his book away and moves to kiss your cheek, which makes you softly blush.

He has been into kisses recently, you don’t understand why, but you enjoy it.

He sees your big basket and nods his head in its way saying:

“What do you have there?” 

“A lot of food. Amelie could not let me go without having a full meal with me. She wants me to get bigger than I am already.”

“You look amazing, mon coeur.” he replies immediately. 

You move the basket in his direction.

“I see that you have your own meal prepared.”

“Well, I wanted to be the one to offer food today. But unfortunately, society has other thoughts, am I right?” a boyish smile fills his face and you fight the urge to kiss his face.

“Unfortunately.” 

You watch how he brings his own basket next to yours and starts putting out food from both. 

Luckily, you don’t have the exact same food. 

You and your cook have picked to get things that are softer, usually eaten by you, while Matthew pulled out a box of smoked salmon and slices of bread. 

He arranged the food on plates, you try to help him multiple times, but he refuses, saying that he has it handled.

You eat a little bit of everything you have decided to bring, talk about the people walking by, the mundane couples, the children screaming, sometimes even jumping in the water, probably from a dare or because they have thrown their ball in the lake. 

You talk about books and you find out that he is rereading one that James has given him, A Tale of Two Cities.

“James keeps mentioning that his father is obsessed with this every time he sees me with it. And Mr Herondale praises my pick just as many times,” he states while looking at the cover.

“Love, love, love.” he sings, throws the book on his vest and turns to you.

He looks long at you, opens his mouth to say something, but suddenly stops as he has just realised something. 

You watch him take the notebook out and scribble in it.

“What are you doing?” you ask lightly.

His pen moves so fast on the paper that it makes you dizzy, so you choose to look at how his hair falls on his face.

“Taking notes…” he pauses. Lifts his head, looks at the water sparkling under the sun, pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. “For my book.”

“You write?” 

“Sometimes.” his eyes were again on the page.

“That’s amazing, Matthew. Are you writing something grand as Lucie?” you know that his book is filled with short verses.

“No… Not really, I mostly write verses.” his eyes meet yours, they are shining.

“Sometimes I do that too, though,” he confesses. “I can show you something, but you won’t understand anything, right now.”

“Why not?”

“You can’t see yourself through my eyes, Y/N.”

You feel like you have just stopped breathing.

His eyes are big, the same colours as the leaves of the linden tree over your heads, his hair is curled and messy, bright as the sun.

You stood there, mouth slightly opened and you see how Matthew goes from courageous to shy and ashamed of what he has confessed.

You realize that it is because of your slow reaction, so you calm yourself and cup his face, the skin soft and you try to assure him that you don’t hate him for what he has just said.

“How do you see me?” you softly ask, voice low.

He looks at you caught off guard. 

He didn’t expect those words from you, but he doesn’t move his eyes from yours.

“I see how courageous you are, how you try to help everyone, how warm you are. You picked me as your friend and that speaks loudly to me.” 

You want to ask more, but you don’t want to interrupt him.

“I see your beauty. You love and give. You have no idea how much, just having you listen to me rant helps me in ways you cannot even imagine. I want to tell you everything. I want you to know everything about me…” he stops. 

You know that he wants to say more.

“I want you. I want to court you, Y/N,” he tells you instead. 

You haven’t expected him to tell you that, but it was something you have wanted to hear for a while too.

“I want to share a life with you. I want to wake up by your side. I want to kiss you whenever I want, without people commenting on it. I want to see you smile for the rest of my life, Y/N.”

You are speechless once again. 

His eyes, you lose yourself in his eyes every time. 

“I want that too, Matthew,” you whisper, not to scare him off.

The smile that breaks on his face is the biggest and most genuine you have ever seen from him.

You have never seen him that way, he seemed light, he looked so beautiful.

He kisses your cheeks, joy pulsing through both your bodies, but you cup his face again and stop him.

And you kiss him deeply.

You feel him smiling and you smile too. 

He moves his hands around your middle, he draws you in, your bodies now glued.

He gives you his family’s ring after he kisses you a couple dozen times.

You keep it on your thumb because of how big it is.

The two of you lay the rest of the day under that tree. Matthew continues to read, now aloud at your request, from Will Herondale’s favourite book.

When the sun starts disappearing, you gather your things and take a stroll through the park, your hand on his arm.

You share the same carriage and he takes you home, right at your doorstep.

He kisses your cheek, in goodbye, but you move to kiss his lips.

He smiles while walking down the porch and you watch him climb in the carriage, waves his hand and he disappears.

But that night is not the last you see his great smile.

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cookies and also new friends i guess

(a short stranger things drabble based off this party hang-out concept quote that was in my drafts. it's mostly about the small moment that Will honestly became friends with Max and El. Warning: there is a cliffhanger.)

Dustin: Does anyone else want cookies?

Max: Do you even have cookies?

Dustin: Well, I don't know.

Max: Then check.

Dustin: But I don't want to get up.

Max: I'm not going to check, it's your house.

Will: It's fine, I can check.

~~

In Dustin's pantry, Will found mostly crackers, cat food, and a few raw ingredients. Meanwhile, El was sitting on the living room carpet in between Max and Mike, who were arguing about some superhero comic, while Dustin and Lucas took turns on the Atari. She was tuning out their conversation and focused on petting Tews, who was sitting quietly on her lap. El glanced over to see Will rummaging through the bottom shelf of the pantry with his brows furrowed. She decided to walk over to him, seeing as anything would be exponentially more interesting than watching her friends bicker.

"What are you looking for?" Will jumped and immediately spun around to see El with her head tilted, and Tews circling around her legs in the scary way cats do. El had a habit of (purposely or accidentally) sneaking up on people. Will was not exactly a fan of this, seeing as it scared him to death every time, but he quickly shook off his startled expression and formed a reply anyway.

"Uh, I don't know, really. There weren't cookies but there are-"

"Ingredients." El finished, leaning over to see what he had found.

"...Yeah. But- I don't really know how to bake. Plus, Ms. Henderson might not want us messing up her kitchen."

"I do." El said, while taking a bag of flour and placing it on the counter.

"You do what?" Will asked.

"Know how to bake. Some. Martha on the TV bakes." El said while continuing to rummage around the kitchen. "Dustin." She unsuccessfully tried to call the boy currently invested in an intense game of pong. "Can you get him?"

Will wasn't used to El taking charge on every day things. Well, there was usually an unspoken understanding that she was the leader of their more perilous activities, but that was about the end of it. Will then figured that he probably didn't spend enough time around her to know what she was really like, and just assumed she was like him in most aspects. I mean- Mike always said so, so they must be alike. Right? Once Will snapped out of his thoughts he nodded at El and walked back over to the living room. Max and Mike had joined Lucas in cheering Dustin on. "Hey, uh, Dustin?"

"Yeah?" The curly haired boy said, never looking away from the screen.

"El wants to make cookies... do you think your mom would mind?"

"Um... yeah go ahead." It was clear none of the boys were paying attention to Will at the moment, unlike Max, who had already stood up and was walking to the kitchen.

"Aren't you coming?" Max asked, turning back to Will. When he gave her an uncertain look, she tried to calm his nerves. "Trust me, we'll clean up really well, Ms. Henderson won't even notice we were here. Plus, she loves me, so we have an advantage there." Will opened his mouth to protest, then shut it once he realized that the alternative was yelling at a TV. For another three hours.

El only sort of knew what she was doing. She understood the concepts around baking, but had no idea how to measure anything out. Or how to work the oven. Or why whisks look so weird and stringy. But one thing she did know how to do, was stare at things with intent until something happened. In this case "something happening" was Max climbing on top of the kitchen counter and finding a cook book in one of the corner cabinets.

"Ok, let's see what we got," Max said absentmindedly as she moved her finger along the index page, trying to find a desert section. Will remained standing awkwardly in the kitchen threshold, and El went to look over Max's shoulder as she read. "Found something! Ok- so how are we feeling? Peanut-butter? Chocolate chip? Ew- marshmallow? Well- actually... ok let's put a pin in that one." Max continued to list off cookie options (El oohing and ahhing at the ones that looked like flat crisp waffles) until Will interrupted her.

"What about kitchen sink cookies?" Will knew that wouldn't be in the cookbook, but he had an idea of how to figure out the recipe.

El glanced at the sink built into the kitchen counter and spoke. "What are those?"

"Uh- remember my Mom? Her name is Joyce?" Will said, and the girls nodded. "So when I was little she would bake these with me when she-" Will was going to say 'when she felt bad about her and my dad fighting' but decided against it. "When just the two of us were hanging out. It's just a chocolate chip cookie but instead of chocolate chips it's just... what ever you have... I guess?" By the end of the sentence Will's voice was barley audible, lowered to a mumble.

"Okay." El started, still not knowing how the kitchen sink fit into the recipe. She could tell Will felt uncomfortable. When she had asked Mike why the other day, he had said it was because she 'acts like a girl now', whatever that's supposed to mean. Did that make her less likable? More scary? El supposed she hadn't really bonded with Max until a little bit ago. Was that because Max was intimidating? Maybe a little, but once El had really talked to her they became friends immediately. Maybe that could happen with her and Will too.

El looked to Max to see if she was thinking the same thing El was, and Max gave her a small nod. They were totally going to make these cookies. "Can you teach us?" El asked, then offered Will a small smile she hoped was comforting.

"Wait really? You guys want to make them?" Will couldn't help but grin a little at how quickly they accepted his idea, and out of how easily he had said it, seeing as he usually let people like Mike or Max take charge.

"Yeah! Is this base recipe okay?" Max said, both her and El walking over to Will, so they were now in a pseudo team-huddle over cookbook. Once Will had confirmed, they all got to baking.

It turned out that Will had a lot more in common with Max and El than he thought. All of their parents liked to play sit-coms at night that none of them found funny. Max easily stated this was because her mother was always sad or quiet or lonely, even after getting married again. Even though she still had Max, even though Max would happily watch She-ra with her, Or take a walk with her, or go the the mall... anything! Why was she still lonely? El said her dad was lonely too, but when he felt that way he got loud, not quiet. After that, both of the girls looked at Will, clearly expecting him to say something depressing too. Is this how girls work? You're just supposed to be honest?

"Well, my mom doesn't know I know. That she's sad, I mean." The girls continued to look at him expectantly. Will decided to continue, something in him knew they would understand. "Sometimes, when she's getting ready for the day, I can hear her talking to Bob? It's kinda creepy but sweet. She mostly talks to him about me." As Will spoke he got louder. "She's so worried, and expects me to be honest with her about if I have an 'episode'? Or whatever they're calling it now. But, of course I'm not going to, I mean all it does it hurt her and freak her out. But then what am I supposed to do, you know? Just shut up about everything? It's not about her! Sorry- I know she's not at all making it about her, she's been amazing. So now I'm just some jerk who can't say anything about anything and is mad at her half the time for no reason. But it's not even her fault I can't talk! If Bob was still here I could rant to her then she could talk to him or something, but no, I had to get possessed and make her watch him get eaten alive! All because I couldn't ride my stupid bike fast enough!!"

"Woah, wait, slow down." Max said. Will had honestly forgotten other people were there, and became embarrassed at his outburst. Max could tell. "No, it's ok, it's good to rant. You can even punch the dough once we finish making it. But- you think what happened to Bob was your fault?"

let me know if you want a part two losers i'm mad with power i can cliffhang wherever i want. i am not a writer and this was hard and kinda boring but also fun