#nostalgic hours/j

[greennoobartist]

Writing a Kakariko Village scene and playing it's theme on my phone for better vibe

It actually really helps :)

[gossameres]

always kind of was, j. black

chapter one, second nature

— jacob black x f. reader

a/n: written from a washingtonian i am tired of the misrepresentation so it is my goal to accurately portray my state… but first chapter a lil nervy havent written in a year but!! had fun writing

series masterlist! next.

The road to Forks is a familiar one, even after two years. Evergreen trees blur past your window, their towering forms casting long shadows over the asphalt as your car hums along the highway. You didn’t realize how much you missed this stretch of Highway 101 till now—how the trees leaned in like close friends, how the air smelled like rain (because of course it does), how the damp air curled in through the cracked window and made everything smell like pine needles. Your fingers tap against the steering wheel following the beat of the radio, restless.

Your phone buzzes in the passenger seat.

Jake: You close yet?

A smile tugs on your lips. You can practically hear the impatience in his text.

You: Like 20 min out. Chill

Jake: Chill?? I’m literally pacing right now

You roll your eyes but a smile tugs on your lips. Jacob Black has always been like this—all energy, no patience. Some things never change.

Jacob Black. Your best friend since before you could spell your own name. You had shared everything with him growing up—scraped knees, projects in his garage, secret forts built from moss and driftwood down by First Beach. And as you drive past The City of Forks Welcomes You sign, your chest warms.

The last time you were here, you were fourteen, saying goodbye with a promise of a visit. Your dad’s job pulled your family to the buzz of Kirkland, where everything was cleaner, faster, and more modern. But life got in the way, as it does—school, your dad’s new job, the four-hour distance between Kirkland and Forks. Still, you and Jake kept in touch. Late-night calls, stupid texts, the occasional letters (because Jake thought it was funny to mail you doodles of his terrible car sketches and self-portraits). Still, Forks was yours in the way it mattered and now, thanks to your parents’ sudden, nostalgic purchase of a cozy summer house on the edge of town, it could be again.

You weren’t the same girl who had left, and from his photos, he wasn’t the same Jacob, either. He’d grown taller, broader. His baby face and chubby cheeks you used to pinch sharpened into somethin old, something you didn’t quite know how to name. And still—he was Jacob. Your best friend.

But now, you’re back.

Your parents arrived yesterday to get the house ready and you had stayed behind to finish packing, insisting on driving yourself. You needed the time to think and to tame your nerves.

Because Jake is… Jake.

When you were kids, it was simple. He was the little boy who taught you how to skip rocks, who let you steal bites of his fry bread at the rez cookouts he would invite you to, who tried to feign annoyance but eventually grin when you called him Jakey just to annoy him.

But now? You’re not sure who he is. What you guys are.

Your phone buzzes again.

Jake: I’m at your house btw

Jake: Tick-tock you better not be bailing on me

You scoff.

You: ?????

Jake: Your mom said I could wait for you so hurry up

Of course he was. You groan, but your pulse kicks up anyway.

You could see your parents were already inside the house by the time you pulled up—a modest, moss-draped place tucked between pines, just off a gravel road. Your parents’ car is parked out front. Right next to it is a black motorcycle.

Your stomach flips.

Slowly, you pull into the driveway right behind the already car park, take a deep breath, and step out. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine needles. The front door is slightly ajar and you push it open.

“Mom? Dad?” No answer. You drop your bags in the foyer and head up the stairs, looking for your room at the end of the hall—

And then you see him.

Jake is leaning against your bedroom door frame, arms crossed, impatiently tapping his foot. He’s taller. A lot taller. His shoulders are broader, his frame more solid than the lanky boy you remember, and his hair was shorter now, shaggier, like he hadn’t bothered with it much. And when you made eye contact, his face looked at you like he’d forgotten how to breathe and something passed between you in the silence.

“Hey,” you said. Your voice came out softer than you meant it to.

“Took you long enough,” his face twitches slightly and he snaps out of whatever trance he was in, now grinning like he’s just won something.

“Shut up,” you reply, but you’re smiling.

He pushes off the doorframe and closes the distance between you in two strides. He pulled you into a hug that wrapped around your whole body. His warmth is immediate and almost startling, like standing in front of a bonfire. His hand lingered at your back a moment longer than necessary, but you don’t mind. You missed him. A lot.

“I missed you,” he murmured into your hair.

You smile against his chest. “Missed you too, Jakey.”

He exhales sharply and chuckles, like the words punched the air out of him. Then, slowly, his arms tighten around you.

“You still gonna call me that?” his voice is low, but there’s that familiar teasing lilt in it.

You pull away from him and look up to meet his eyes, smirking. “Mhm. Deal with it.”

He snorts. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“Please,” you say, stepping back with a grin. “You’d cry if I stopped, just like how you always did.”

“Only a little,” he shoots back, and there’s a spark in his eyes now, brighter than you remember. You’re not sure what it is—relief, maybe, or him just being awkward and shy.

Before you can reply, the sound of the front door creaking wider makes both of you glance down the stairs.

“Sweetie?” your mom calls up. “Is Jake still here?”

He winces slightly, already backing toward the stairs. “I should probably—”

“You’re staying for dinner!” she shouts before he can finish.

You blink. “Wow, ambushed.”

“I’ve been here ten minutes, she’s already planning the menu,” Jake mutters under his breath, then louder: “Uh—I mean, I don’t want to intrude—”

“Nonsense! You’re basically family.” your mom responds brightly.

He glances back at you, eyebrows raised, lips twitching like he’s holding back a smile. “You set me up.”

“I did not. She just knows you too well. Besides, you’re the one that came her before I even got to Forks.” Jake just shakes his head and shoots you a glare, muttering something under his breath as he follows you down the stairs. You can feel the energy buzzing off him—slightly nervous, but trying not to show it. He’s still smirking like an idiot, but it’s more to himself now, like he can’t quite believe he’s here again either. With you, in person, not over text or call.

The house smells like Mrs. Meyers lemon cleaner and whatever your mom is preparing in the kitchen. Jake hesitates in the foyer, glancing toward the kitchen like he's debating a quick escape, but your mom appears before he can make a move. She wraps him in a hug like no time has passed and Jake stiffens for just a second before relaxing into it, careful and gentle in a way that makes you smile softly.

“You grew up on us,” she says, pulling back to look him over. “Look at you!”

Jake rubs the back of his neck, cheeks flushed but smiling. “Still the same guy. Just a bit taller.”

“A bit? You always did shoot up like a weed,” she laughs, already turning back toward the kitchen. “Hope you’re hungry. We’ve got enough to feed a whole pack.”

He blinks at her words and nods. “Yeah. Starving.”

And then your dad strolls in from the backyard, wiping his hands on a rag, the scent of grass and sprinkler water trailing behind him. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the only kid in this town I trust near a sprinkler system. Bet you could fix ours without even looking at it.”

“I’m your guy.” he smiles, rubbing the back of his neck again. It was always a small habit you noticed he did when he felt awkward, shy, or nervous.

Your dad claps him on the shoulders as he passes. “Glad to see you again, kid.”

And just like that, he is. Wrapped into the space like he’s always belonged, fitting in the rhythm of it, even if the walls are different. Even if everything is different.

You watch him as he sinks into the chair next to yours, still buzzing a little like he doesn’t know where to put all the energy. He’s quiet now, but not in a bad way—more like he’s soaking it in, anchoring himself to something familiar. You slide a glass of water toward him and he takes it without looking, but his fingers brush yours for half a second too long.

And while he’s still Jake, it’s not exactly the same. But neither are you.

[tomatoteddy]

"Huh? Who am I? Who am I?!? Silly, I am the greatest star amongst the Phillipines Sea, the great Kuminang! Remember it, because you will be hearing it a lot from now on".

I made another oc + a new layaout for the charactr profiles… Can you tell I really like making characters? Anyways I always need to find an excuse to make at least one Filipino oc for every fandom I’m in so here y’all go!!

Kuminang (meaning: shine/sparkle in Tagalog) is as stated above, a pretty haughty and vain young lady, often bossing and ordering people around and acting like a spoiled princess. Despite that though, she really values hard working and passionate people, so she’ll tend to be nicer to people like that. She’s very passionate about music and singing, often spending hours practicing in her room. Strangely though, she doesn’t talk about her past a lot, which makes her a hot topic of discussion amongst newspapers.

Trivia

She’s based off this Filipino folktale I remember hearing about, where the sky used to be close to the ground. A spinster (sometimes it was a giant, sometimes she’s described as pretty but vain) placed her comb and necklace atop the sky while she was pounding rice. But everytime she raised the mortar, she’d hit the sky and she’d hit it so hard she’s cause it to go up everytime. So she basically caused the sky to rise up higher and higher, and her comb became the moon and her necklace the stars. (I’ve always loved this tale since I was a kid cause I loved stars and space, so naturally I had to make an oc based off of it).

I really wanted her udimo to be some sort of aquatic animal since I always associated aquatic animals with space, especially whales. Kuminang also used to live in a fishing town before she moved to Manila, so I imagine that even if she prefers to not talk about her past, she still feels nostalgic about the sea.

I imagine her to be a DPS/Support. I’m not too well versed in the combat/fighting side of games usually besides “this attack makes big damage”, so I may be a bit iffy when it comes to my ocs incantations and skills 😅😅 But I imagine her Counter incantation lets her counter-attack any enemies that attack her, similar to J’s if you get what I mean.

Kuminang is actually a trans girl and came from an unsupportive family who didn’t approve of her dream to be a singer before she ran away, and that’s partly the reason why she prefers not to talk about her past. She hides the fact she’s trans by using padded bras and wigs, but in her Insight 2 she’s wearing neither. I sorta view it as her accepting that she can’t hide her past but that it doesn’t change who she is now, if you get what I mean. It’s also like her accepting that she can have her naturally short hair and flat chest and still be a girl.

Kuminang didn’t have a proper real name at first since when she ran away to Manila she got rid of her former identity and immediately chose Kuminang as her stage name, and just went as that for a while. She then decided on Estrella as her proper real name, though still uses Kuminang.

Although Kuminang's mother tongue is Bisayan, she mostly speaks Tagalog due to her work in Manila. She also knows how to speak conversational English.

In terms of relationships to the other residents of the suitcase, I imagine her to admire Sweetheart a lot due to her own beauty and skills, and also because she views the idea of being in a film as her next step towards fame. I also imagine she sometimes hires Click to basically be her photographer, and though he gets easily overwhelmed by her energetic and bossy personality, she’s willing to buy camera films for him in exchange, so he goes along with her anyways. (This is just an excuse to get my fave character and my oc to interact)

She’s also quite fond of Vertin, and even though she teases her and is sometimes rude to her, she genuinely appreciates Vertin’s hard work and care towards her. She also talks about how Vertin is probably “one of the best managers she’s had”, but usually doesn’t elaborate past that.

I’m actually planning on making a fan-garment for her when Version 2.5 comes around because I really wanna draw her in a qipao/cheongsham surrounded by lanterns. And I know the garments for that patch are all traditional Chinese clothing BUT!!!!! I’ve been listening to Wei Ward Romance by Flavor Foley too much and really want an excuse to draw her in a qipao sooo WAIT FOR WHEN THAT ARRIVES!!!!

[secretofblue]

25 • 05 • 25 11:55 pm

Week recap 🍃

This will most probably be a long update so if you want to skip please do, otherwise brace yourselves :)

This was a long week that leaves me with it a sweet and sour aftertaste. So much happened this week and i don't totally know how to feel

Starting strong with my wednesday, this time it was an special practice day for two reasons

1. It was exam day, second partial to be specific, for this one, we had to aply the treatment to one patient of the teacher's election; first tell her about the diagnosis of the patient, what is it?which precautions should we have with them?, then explain why we would aply that technic, what it consists of and what dosification we would work with and finally aply it with our patient, explain to them what would they feel, what should they do or how to do the excercice.

For some reason i didn't feel nervous about it, of course i studied beforehand but i didn't felt pressured i felt ready)?

When my turn came it took me totally off guard but maybe it was better that way because i didn't even have the time to enter in the nervous mind set, the teacher just came and told me 'you ready? :D' and i was like 'no, why for? :o' and she 'for your exam, it's your turn, here read the record of the patient and i need you to aply the treatment for this and this, let me just go really quick for a pen and i'll be right back :D' and then i just stood there like ':D'. But at the end it all turned of so well, i didn't get too nervous, the patient, Mr. J was so friendly and kind and we get to finish on time. On the feed back my teacher told me she noticed an improvement from the last time she aply a test to me (last semester), she also gave me some tips on things she would do insteand but that in general i did great, i got 9.5/10! :), i definitelly wasn't expecting that grade

She also asked me for feed back about her, but i didn't have anything i would like her to change, we may have not talk a lot, but she is always so kind and cheering for us, so i just thanked her for it. We need more teachers that inspire us and help us progress, not emotionally destroy us 🥹 (i've already had a handfull of those)

2. It was also the last practice day, not only of the semester but for the career as well. This has so many layers, and eventough i'm happy for reaching this far i can't help but also feel super nostalgic about it. So many years of feeling anxious waiting for the wednesday's practice's to come, end here .. it feels really weird

I really tried on not going too deep in this thought for days, but as i'm writing this is just inevitable

With this thought in mind i really enjoyed this last day, i tried to be less nervous, ask more to the physio in charge of me without being afraid if the questions was too dumb, listened more and tried to interact with the patients as if i were the most extroverted person. I really tried to do the most out of this day, and i did :)

And at the same time there was this feeling of finally getting one less thing on the list

(being honest i teared up a bit while writing down this)

The way back to campus felt really light, the atmosphere on the bus was cheerful because of this feeling of last practice day, and because every one in the rotation achieved a good grade on their respective test

The way back home was not as agonizing as other days, once i reached the bus station i got a call from my mom and told me she was already home from work that cheered me up even more

When i got home it was clear my social battery reached negative numbers so i unintentionally fell asleep on the couch, i woke up like an hour later and my mom and i ate together, then took my puppy on her walk, got back, went to the gym with my sister and back at home between other task i disconected one more time for like another hour before finally going to sleep

And that was basically all for the day..

I originally intended to write down the rest of the week, but i feel like all of this is already a lot and honestly i feel a little overwhelm so for now i will end the update here, maybe i'll write the rest later on the week

Thank you so much for reading this mess. Good night everyone, rest well and have a good start of week! 🌼✨

[prettyinfrog]

whispered sweet nothings and other electric hazards

petjer ficlet, word count 1.8k~, kind of based on “a night to remember” by beabadoobee ft laufey — and my memory lost!jerry au because the coping mechanism hits HARD when you have the kind of childhood those guys had. mind you, i never have used tumblr before so...

WARNINGS suggestive, smut adjacent, not explicit but they're horny gay, THIS IS EPILOGUE VERSIONS OBVIOUSLY, they do the deed but i am not describing THAT, btw not mandi au — she's too good for jer /j. open ended because i am not even sure if this is an actual end or will i write more with this au :p

Jerry knew he was very much fucked in the head when the lips of the man he doesn't even know the name of felt good. Too good.

It was electric, but not horny-electric, as it should've been. No, it was a different kind of electricity. It felt like being hit by ten thousand milliamps — not that Jerry has, but he had read about it. That article in some kid's science-for-dummies magazine said that it causes cardiac arrest and severe burns occur. Death is probable, but it all depends on one's resistance.

The kiss felt like it. He could die, but his body wasn't letting him.

He also remembered the part of the article that noted volts don't kill but amps do. His mind casually whispered the man's lips were the volts; that strange nostalgic charge he felt was the amps.

It was weirdly nice, like coming home after work. Like missing your pet after driving it to the vet and picking it up after long, agonizing hours of waiting. Like having a childhood favourite song and listening to it after becoming an adult, just to realise it remains as your favourite song.

It felt like it was familiar. Like he has kissed those very same lips before.

It felt like he should remember something.

Or like he must have forgotten something. Someone. Some piece of his life.

Which, to be honest, fair. He didn't remember much about his childhood, too chaotic and traumatic for his brain to want to cooperate. Even his therapist told him it was normal and he should not worry about it. Coping mechanism, she had called it.

But Jerry didn't want to cope right now. He wanted to remember. To place a name for those lips that kept trailing his skin as if it was something sacred, something worth of worship, of delicacy.

The only thing that shook him out of his reminiscing was the wave of new electricity that travelled through his nerves when the man reached for his hand. While kissing his collarbone like it needed CPR. His breath hitched like he had had an orgasm.

Pathetic, really.

“Everythin’ good? Too much?” the man whispered, hot breath still tingling against his skin but no lips touching. He was giving him time to recover from whatever the hell that was.

Jerry fucking blushed.

“No, I just…” he trailed off, not sure what to even say in his situation. He didn't know what he jumped for himself.

The man left a quick, almost-too-tender little peck on Jerry's bare shoulder, chuckling lowly. Not mocking, but not precisely empathetic, “Never held hands with a man or what?”

“Technically,” Jerry started, the reddish pink hue decorating the bridge of his nose deciding to get comfortable, as if it knew it was going to stay for good. “Not really. Does my dad holding my hand while crossing the roads count?”

“Good fuck!” The man wheezed. Hard. Like, steel-level hard. So much that it made Jerry realised the little dimples freely appearing on the other's cheeks, the little crinkles in the corner of his eyes, how his not-taken-care-of eyebrows meet at the middle for all the laughing. All of those little details that remained shy to Jerry's eyes until now. “You just don't say that kinda thing before fuckin’, dude!”

“I didn't- We aren't-” he groaned before he could even think of what to defend himself with. He was not a virgin, but this man felt like first times and a fucking lightning. Zeus himself would be jealous of the not-conventionally-attractive man looking at Jerry as if he had hung the moon. And as if he was dying to make fun of him, too. “Get off.”

As Jerry tried to push the still-stranger off his lap, the not-melodic-at-all-but-weirdly-comforting, contagious laugh of the man made him feel his knees weakening, even if he was sitting. Hell, he even felt his heart weakening.

“Easy, sweet thing,” the man chuckled and patted his cheek, almost patronisingly. “You ain't leaving me wanting… I mean, unless you really wan’ me off, f’course. I ain't that bad, y'know?”

If the smirk from before didn't send Jerry's heart into cardiac arrest, the last part of his comment sure did. He could physically feel the red in his face. Not the warmth, not the blood pressure. The actual colour red. On his cheeks and nose. Probably his ears and neck too, but he wasn't some PhD in feeling of colour or whatever.

It wasn't just the consent-looking part. It was the bare minimum and Jerry knows it. He wasn't stupid and swoon over a fucking basic human treatment.

No, it was the fact that he now had to explicitly say he did want to continue. That he did not want him to actually get off. That he still was turned on and he wanted the man's lips on his skin again.

That he wanted him to fuck the possibly missing memories into his brain until he couldn't forget them again.

“I've seen you before,” Jerry said instead, now holding the stranger's face in between his slender hands. “I swear I've seen you before.”

The man let him turn his face left and right, smirking the whole time. Like he was testing how much would it take Jerry to find out something only he was aware of. Like he did know him and wasn't telling him. Like if Jerry should know they have met before.

“Wasn't what I asked, sweet thing,” chuckled the man, raising an eyebrow and placing one hand on the small of Jerry's back.

The touch was soft, delicate. Just like the past ones, a tingle of a feather trying to wake someone up. Just that the feather was the man looking at him with such a patient calm, and the still sleeping memories about him were lethargic to stir.

Jerry wasn't aware of the exact moment where the smirk turned into soft kisses and praises against his pale skin, or when did the hand on his back trek up the curve of his spine to find his nape. He didn't know when the human version of a half-remembered dream turned into real skin travelling his own, warm wetness tasting his throat as if it had the need to commit it to memory, nose pausing right at his pulse point as if it could count how many second his heart was away from actually tearing off his chest and finding shelter in the hands that held him.

Every drop of saliva passed between them felt, to Jerry, like electrons leaping from a powerful source through a conductor barely capable of carrying such intensity — seconds away from snapping, scattering sparks into the air and igniting something flammable. Every shared breath was a defibrillator to his chest, shocking something awake in him that hadn’t ever really been asleep.

Every grind of hips was a lightning strike — once, twice, again — against a pine tree trying to pretend it was an oak. Trying to mimic strength it didn’t have, shaking under the pressure, splintering beneath the weight of its own wanting.

It felt like his brain was inside an MRI, every thought echoing against itself in pulses of magnetic noise. Loud. Unavoidable. Looking for something invisible to Jerry's eyes, but seemingly obvious to the man's unwaveringly adoring gaze.

“You shiverin’,” the man half-grunted, half-mocked. Yet, his smugness barely covered the struggling that seemed to mildly cloud the clear eyes that left Jerry's face for no second. They both were reaching heights that were impossible to go to between strangers, unholdable for those who had no connection, out of the plausible space to souls that didn't blend in a way that left them wondering when one ended and the other started. “S’so fuckin’ cute.”

Jerry couldn't get a thing out of his dizzy brain, no coherent thought lived up there. His mind was flooded by sensations — too much, not enough. Fingers dancing here, breath mingling there; Jerry couldn't really tell if the creaking he heard was the bed under them or his mind reeling with blurry frames of shooting-stars memories and summer Dungeons and Dragons campaigns, overworking like an old film projector.

“Have we-” he tried to speak, to fill the grainy reel of missing childhood and incomplete nostalgia, but the mix of pleasure and overwhelming familiarity fogged his rationality. “Have we done this before?”

A grunt in the crook of his freckled neck and a sweaty forehead looking for stability were all Jerry had as an answer for some seconds, the man's hips unrelentingly satiating the so awaited collision of body fluids and unnamed feelings and tangled limbs.

“Dunno. You tell me, sweet thing,” said the man, breathless and still attached to Jerry. Spasms were present in both men, quick heart beats too. The secrecy and vague confirmations from his part were unhelpful, but something in his eyes reminded Jerry of someone he used to know. Or at least it felt like it.

Jerry knew electricity didn't hold memory, but this whole electric burning one night stand felt like an old path traveled again.

Maybe electricity didn't hold memory, but it remembers the way it once moved through someone. Maybe it didn't store moments — but it traces old routes. Familiar voltage. Echoes of neurons fired long ago.

Maybe Jerry’s body wasn’t remembering a man — just the shape of a current it once felt. The path electricity took, the way it hit him back then, and again now.

“Gotta go work, shit,” the man suddenly said after a minute or two, begrudgingly getting up and off Jerry, letting him feel empty in a way that, more than physical, felt spiritual.

“Stay,” Jerry found himself pleading, watching the man slipped in the definitely-not-expensive looking clothes again, hurry all over his scrunched face.

“Wish I could, Jer, but shitty bills gotta be paid somehow.”

Due to the rush in the man's actions, Jerry almost missed the way the man not just called him by a nickname of the name he didn't tell him, but the way it was a nickname he hadn't heard since high school.

“Wait, what did you-” a goodbye peck that tasted like see you soon shut Jerry up. And down.

“Text me later, will ya?” grinned the man, slipping a business card into Jerry's hand before exiting the room, still zipping up his jeans and cursing about the time and “productions can't fuckin' wait a sec, just in the best part”

Jerry waited until the shitty engine of the car that drove them both to his apartment fainted in the distance to look away from the door and down to his hand.

The business card was simple. Really simple, lame even. Just white paper with black Comic-fucking-Sans on.

SICK MOFO XXX

PM Dinunzio — Co-producer

+1 347 XXXXXXX

Dinunzio. That was a very uncommon last name in Staten Island. Hell, maybe even in all of America. It kind of reminded him of a guy who was obsessed with horror films he hung out with in high school. He also had a funny last name.

Lying down on his mattress, spent and confused, Jerry closed his eyes and put his arm over them, holding onto the business card still. He could call later, when his ass wasn't hurting and his mind wasn't foggy.

[idv-sunsxin3]

Horropedia // Car Rides

Note// Technically different scenarios of him either being a driver/passenger (with S/O)---

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(When he's driving)

Certainly that in reality, if he ever has a car, he would be a decent driver who is less likely to get stopped by a speeding ticket. Just because he watches a ton of unhinged, tragic content, doesn’t mean it won't make him less than a decent citizen.

He had learned to keep his horror fan nature hidden away during his student life, so it would make it any less of a difference when it comes to not violating traffic laws.

Of course, he still probably talks too much for your comfort before he starts driving---

After years of being with him, you started to get used to whatever he said as his statements usually meant good. Doesn't make him less annoying at times, though./affectionate

He likes playing music in the car at a decent volume so he can hear what's outside the road, being a cautious careful driver when he has you as his passenger.

At the same time, he plays horror music in the car;;;

some are good, some are Eh... some make you wanna laugh by how nostalgically cringe it sounds, yet you tend to cover your giggles before he looks at you with weird look NDNDNDN-

The time where Michael Myers theme was played nearly killed you;;;-- Is this even a car ride???? I don't know anymore... /j

"Stop laughing- do you have any other music options?" He says with a playful frown as he keeps his eyes on the road, shaking his head when he heard your muffled giggles.

At least he lends you some freedom to take over the music radio- is not much of a big deal anyway if he's the one who should focus on the road.

It's either he would shake his head once in a while by the beat of the music you switched to, or he actually feels so done to listen to it that he wonders when it will end. He doesn't say anything about it, knowing himself./ih

There are times you would tag along with him to go to movie theaters - or sometimes to go and order any food takeout while on your way for outdoor dates.

He doesn't often use cars since he seems more like a bicycle type. Both types of transportation with him are fun when you're in the passenger seat, same for him as well. Bicycle so you can get to hold him as tight as possible from behind. Car so you would sit beside him and hand feed him pieces of the takeout as he drives whenever you go on longer trips.

I feel like if is a very careful driver, holding hands while he is driving will be a big no in his book- he'll rather do that if there's this long traffic that takes many hours to move..--- 😭😔

I mean, at least he would be very responsible when it comes to your safety in a car ride. So it's overall nice.

_

Today seems to be a movie date case.

Recently, a new movie just got released on theater. It's like 20 minutes away by car, so you both decide to use his car.

Seeing that your boyfriend finishes moving the car from the parking spot, it was your cue to enter at the passenger seat, so you open the door before closing it back.

"You're safe with me, babe! But of course, buckle up your seatbelt... Who knows, a car crash might happen by some drunk driver -"

He advices you, probably recalling the many movies he watched which displayed car accidents, even in irl TV news.

"Yes, yes..." You sigh. But before you can even buckle them yourself, you notice Horropedia leaning in as his  hands reach out to help you instead.  Adjusting the firmness of the lace. After doing that, his hands linger on your shoulders as his eyes linger on yours. Staring deep into each other as the sounds of rain tapping on glass can be heard.

He then hums, breaking his focused look into a grin before planting a shortly pressing his lips on yours before pulling away to slide back.

"Ready to go now?" He asks with a smile as he buckles his belt now. It took a moment for you to stare off at him before getting back to your senses to say yes.

_

(When he's a passenger)

You guys have seen him in the game when everyone who was in the Green Lake event was in Tooth Fairy's vehicle.

He be freaking napping by himself by the window;;;

Hey, now that he has you. He doesn't have to do that anymore. 😉/lh

He would be a very talkative passenger when he's awake, a popular opinion really--

If tablets existed, he probably wouldn't still shut up as he binge watches horror movies during the ride or horror hameplays on youtube during the ride- he'll be "Mr. commentary box" by them;;😭

Scratch that- There are portable DVD players in the 90s. Man, he watches movies using this tiny screen pad with control remote;;;

Hey, he's sweet enough to actually share the movie experience with you during the ride. He likes that he gets to sit closer to you to the point that your legs are touching. It feels awkward at first, but he seems to warm up to it later on.

He also tries to get himself busy with other ways, such as if he has horror novels to finish. Or even hold hands with you and rubbing small circles on your waist secretly when no one is watching...

but everyone finds it obvious by how loving he is to you during the ride, especially when you both unconsciously snuggle on each other in your sleep---

Can't help but imagine that when there's not enough space in the car, Horropedia tries to pretend that Blonney's suggestion of you sitting on his lap instead wasn't a big deal.

Spoilers: he is failing.. he thinks it's a big deal-

"W-What? Is that okay??.." You ask before turning to your boyfriend, looking if he has discomfort by the idea.

"I mean... I don't really mind if it's you. We have to get to the movies somehow anyway!"

He assures you while rubbing the back of his neck. Small blush appearing from his cheeks, but you couldn't see them as his face turns around before quitting going for the window seat first.

"...L-Let's embark now!"

And yes, he's completely trying not to turn red by how intimate it was for you two during the ride-

He had to hold you firmly with his arms around your torso since you're technically the one with no seatbelt. He would still be a caring boyfriend. He would once in awhile ask you if you're feeling okay when the position seems a bit uncomfortable, but he also asks so he can get distracted from this embarrassing sotuation- the girls are literally watching you both, it's unbearable;;;/lh

In the end, he would began to become more comfortable when you sit on his lap. It's so comfy when he gets to hold you by the soft fabric of your indoor clothes -  well, only when no one is watching you two more than necessary -

.

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I'm not done here-

___

//Horropedia ordering at a drive thru with s/o.

If you don't eat any of these, just imagine it/ih

Horropedia, but with that "Burger King with my burger queen" vine whenever the Burger King scenario happens - someone plz save me. How did I even know this/ih

McDonald's drive thru would be silly - would buy you a happy meal (if you ask), hamburgers, lots of french fries, one soda cup as he orders the McCafe/lh

Doesn't usually order a lot unless he decides to spend a vacation binge watching in his room---;;;

I feel like he is more like the coffee shop customer type - probably a Starbucks fan, even since he is such a coffee lover according to his voiceline/ih. Except he doesn't drink it with ice(what a smart chad.)

If he wasn't sitting, you could tell how his nonexistent tail wags whenever you hand feed him as he drives back home.

[kolesodd]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

Genre: fluff ,, angst

Setting: early 80s in New York.

Warnings: mentions of low self confidence ,, main character doesn't think she's exactly pretty. ( Kirk reassures her that she's gorgeous 🎀 )

Summary: Kirk invited you to a cabin date as one of your christmas presents. He visited you in New York and rented a cabin for the weekend. It was a fairly nice and cozy one at that. Over the hours, the snow has gotten more strong as a blizzard came through having you two stuck in together. You two were just friends but Kirk was in love with you. This was a perfect moment to confess after the ending of Howls Moving Castle.

Note: this was my entry for @mustainegf writing competition but i got disgustingly sick, so I couldn't finish in time for the deadline. I hope you guys enjoy it. If you never watched Howls moving castle, I highly recommend you guys watching it.

I know the movie came out in the 2000s but for the sake of the fic, act like it came out in 1983!!

I finally landed in upper state New York. I was a bit scared that my flight was going to have to land somewhere else but luckily, the plane managed to land safely. Snow was falling on and off and there was a lot of people getting prepared for the blizzard that was going to pass over. I shook it off. It won't be that bad right?

Anyways, I claimed my bags and headed out to get a taxi. So much traffic, especially on these days since christmas was just around the corner. I decided to visit my best friend (name) and give her christmas presents early. I was able to borrow a car from a cousin who lives here and I drove myself to her house. I couldn't help but get out the car. We both ran into each others arms. I couldn't resist on picking her up and spinning her around.

We did our usual secret handshake and then helped her put her bags in the trunk. It was light rain falling and we just catched up on each other's lifes. I just joined metallica. She just got promoted to manager. We were living life so comfortably I love it. We deserve it...she deserves it.

Before going straight to the cabins, We went to the grocery store to pick up some snacks and other food items. Of course, there wasn't much left of anything as people stocked up for the blizzard. We both managed to get what we can and left the store. Arriving 34 minutes later, we both got our bags in and was able to get the rest of the groceries from the truck. The cabin smelled like pine cones and wood. It was a nostalgic smell that we both remembered from our childhood.

(name) went to put her clothes away and I went to work to get the fire started in the fire place. It was now around 6 in the evening and the snow was falling covering the roads again. We both looked out at the big main window. "We might be snowed in...luckily we have some food, warmth, and each other's company right?" I said looking at her giving her the playful wink. I watched her chuckle and went back to the kitchen.

You know, couples or friends would be baking holiday cookies or try their best to build a gingerbread house, but me and (name) is different. We made christmas shaped pizzas and had an Iron Maiden album play in the background. It's nothing jolly about Iron Maiden but I could careless. I think christmas songs are just too cringey now-especially since i'm not a kid anymore.

But; I still had that christmas spirit in me at heart. That's something I know I can't deny. We finished our pizza and watched the news on the weather. The blizzard will eventually hit us hard than expected.

This is a state emergency. All residents of the New York area, must stay inside at all cost. If needed, tread carefully out in the snow. Only go out for emergencies only.

I wasn't used to this type of weather in California-but it was a change of pace. I will be stuck in a warm cabin with (name). We both fell silent and changed the channel. She immediately stopped channel surfing hearing Jem and the Holograms theme song. "Oh no-" I groaned. "Yes Kirk!" I was defeated. I knew I couldn't argue with her. She was singing the theme song word for word not missing a beat.

I never seen someone so invested in a show like she was. Her room is nothing but Jem and the Holograms-and don't get me started on her halloween costume. It was a glitter nightmare. "You know if you really wanna watch some real cartoons...let me rephrase-anime..cowboy bepop is the way to go." I said with a smug response. I didn't really care for Jem. It was just too girly for me and not really up my alley.

"Tsk..and you think space cowboys are better than pop stars?" She said with a scoff. I scoffed right back at her. "Of course. It's something that's never been done before. Cowboy bepop is so fun to watch and read. I got all the manga when I was in Japan." I said with confident smirk. (name) just shook her head in disbelief and went back to watching her show. I was occupied with some horror magazines and just waited until her show was over. WHICH SEEMED LIKE FOR FUCKING EVER.

I heard that theme song at least 3 times. I glanced over at her and nothing. She didn't seem bored at all. This show cannot be that good if I'm not getting this type of attention she's giving Jem. I sat on the couch in disbelief but found it quite cute. Her eyes were twinkling like stars as she watched. She was so mesmerized by it, acting like it was her first time watching the show.

It was the end of the last episode and finally had her to myself again. We both talked and I even bought my guitar and mini amp. I gave her some tips on how to play and she did it perfectly. I quickly went into our shared room to retrieve her presents. They were still wrapped in her favorite color wrapping paper. I walked out and she was still occupied with my guitar in hand messing around with the chords.

"Hey..." I said lowly. I got her attention and her eyes lit up. She then frowned. "Awh Kirk..It's not christmas yet and I didn't bring your gifts.." She said with a disappointed sigh. "No it's fine. I just wanted to give you this early." I reassured her. I sat down next to her laying the presents down on the coffee table. Two gifts wrapped and a gift that was inside a christmas themed sesame street bag. I noticed her chuckle at the sesame bag. Sesame street was our favorite show growing up and the gift inside was something special.

"Well, go on. Open them. But start with the present that's wrapped. The sesame street gift is for last" I said smiling picking up a random gift and handing it to her. Her face glowed as the tv lights illuminated onto her. I watched as she tear into the first gift. It was a limited edition Jem singing doll that comes with a microphone for her to sing as well. Her eyes sparkled and the way her eyes were so big and animated, I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction.

"Oh my god-" Was all she said. Her eyes scanned over the details and art on the box. "This is a limited edition- I always wanted this as a kid how?"

"I have my ways sweetie." I said before gesturing towards the other wrapped gift.

It was a medium sized box and I watched her tear it open. It was a vinyl signed by Samantha Newark who voices Jem/Jerrica. Samantha was wearing the iconic Jem costume. The cover of the vinyl was similar to the tv show cover art. I knew how much she loved Jem specifically so I got her this version. I couldn't help but laugh and took notice of how (name) was tearing up.

"How Kirk?"

"Well, Surprisingly she came to one of the shows in New York. This was actually her last vinyl before it became sold out. She gave it to me, and I was surprised we stayed at the same hotel." I explained. I could see the way her heart was flipping around in her chest. "You met Jem?!"

I nodded. "In the flesh."

"Ugh as much you crap on the show, you sure do have miracles." She said rolling her eyes. I watched as she looked at both of her Jem gifts. Just taking in the sight of the most prized possessions she owns. "Ok put Jem down. You got one more gift to open."

I slid the sesasme street bag towards her. She took out the bunched up color paper and took out the gift. It was a handmade frame ; made by me. The picture is of us two when we first met at school. Elementary to be exact. We were wearing the same elmo shirt and red pants. It was a coincidence and our mothers couldn't help but snap a picture.

I remember I just so happy and outgoing but (name) was just so timmid and shy. I liked her company ever since then. She looked at the picture, and couldn't help but see the melancholy on her face. "This is so sweet Kirk." She smiled still looking at the picture. She also took the time to observe the homemade frame. She sat the picture back in the bag and gave me a tight hug. I hugged her back. We both sat in silence, for a moment just feeling each other's presence. "This is so precious, thank you..It's going on my night stand when I get home." She eventually broke the hug and grabbed her gifts. I watched her walk into our shared room. I was alone and I felt so confident. I grinned at how my gifts managed to make her happy and I want nothing else in the world but that.

She was gone for about 5 minutes and came back with a vcr tape. It was of a movie. "Lets watch a movie shall we?" She said. "I'll set everything up and you go on and make the popcorn." I nodded before getting and headed my way towards the kitchen. I don't know why my heart was beating so fast. We always watch movies together like this...why is tonight seem so different? I shook off the thoughts and popped the large popcorn bag in the microwave. The microwave beebed and I took out the warm yet piping hot bag of popcorn. I poured each of us a good amount into two bowls before heading out to the living room.

"Here you go sweets." I said handing her popcorn. She mouthed a thank you and I sat down on the couch next to her. The movie started playing automatically. The title of it showed 'Howls moving castle' I never watched the movie before but I heard positive things about the animation. Hell, I even saw pictures around Tokyo of it.

As the movie played, I didn't really eat much of my popcorn. Some parts of the movie was good but even though I was interested, I couldn't stop glancing over at her- every chance I get. I sighed to myself and watched the movie. Some scenes that came on, I noticed how different she acted..or more so reacted towards the main character.

I felt a pang of sadness.

We got to the part where Howl was having his break down.

"I give up. I see no point in living if I can't be beautiful."

That quote really took me aback. I looked over at her once more and heard what Sophie yelled before running out the castle crying. I looked back at the screen and felt sad. (name) looked sad. I grabbed the vcr remote and paused the movie. "Everything alright?" I asked in concern. She seemed super down. Was she relating to Sophie? No way. (Name) is beautiful and she knows it right?

"Just this scene is really getting to me. Especially what Sophie said"

My heart sunk. I never thought she would confess something like that. I didn't say anything as I sensed she was about to say something else. "I don't wanna go too deep into it and ruin our jolly mood but, honestly I really have low self confidence in myself and my looks..." She explained herself. "I never told anyone this because I usually write it in a journal. I just don't see myself as a pretty girl."

I started to process what she said about herself. Why was she saying these things. Out of impulse, I just grabbed her and pulled her into a reassuring hug. Her head was against my chest now. "Don't say such things..it hurts my heart..." I said in a whisper. I caressed her back in a soothing manner. "You know, in my eyes, You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Whoever told you that you aren't...screw them. They probably look like a demon while you look like an angel sweets. My beautiful girl."

(name), pulled back and we locked eyes with each other.

"You mean that?"

"Of course I do. Why would I lie about something like this?" I replied tucking her hair behind her ear. I watched her smile and I smiled back. I wanted to kiss her so bad but I knew it wasn't the right moment...at least not right now.

40 minutes later the movie was at its end. Howl was cured and Sophie was back to her original age. The two lovers looked so perfectly together and I couldn't help but think about the two of us like that. The movie ended where Howl and sophie kissed as the castle was now flying through clouds.

This being my first movie from studio ghibli, I learned a lot from it. The credits and music came right after and I turned my head to look at (name) again. I smiled with affection and grabbed her chin gently; slowly moving her head to look me in the eyes.

I can't believe I was so bold but, I couldn't help it. "You're so gorgeous you know that?" My tone of voice was soft as silk. I watched her blush and try to turn away.

"Do you know I see you as my sophie?" I moved my hand up to caress her cheek now. "I love you..." I whispered. I watched her face fully blush and pupils dilated. "I can see the way your eyes are..." I chuckled. She giggled at my response and leaned in to place a peck on her lips.

"Seems like we will be in this cabin for a couple days..that's perfect right? I have my own beautiful girl with me.."

a/n: ending a little rushed but idc i just needed this done. I hope all the readers enjoy this concept. Original prompt was by @mustainegf ( not my entry anymore sobbs )

dividers: cr to owners

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

been feeling suuuuper down about myself and my writing lately, so i decided to go back and pick out some snippets i was especially proud of, and maybe occasionally share a few here.

this first one is from little help chapter 41, titled “i walk alone” (because that song was giving me such ‘lost and aimless steve nostalgically pining for nancy’ vibes). the chapter was about steve returning home after traveling with his parents for a few months. he’s attempting to get back into the swing of things with his friends, but somehow nobody told him about the demise of mileven/onset of greatmage, and he has a rather explosive reaction.

i’m starting here because i’m very intimidated by trying to write steve and i don’t usually think i do a good job with him, but i felt happy with my interpretation of him here. enjoy. 😘

“Jumping right back into babysitting, eh?” Eddie teases, and Steve realizes with a jolt that as much as he complains about being the babysitter, there is nothing else he’d rather be doing. Spending time with his parents for the last few weeks— or was it months? who even knew anymore?— had been such a painful shallow void. There was nothing to do but look the part; be paraded around like an elite accessory to make his parents seem more… something, caring or doting or possibly just human. Stand here and be pretty, Steven. But for goodness sake don’t talk to anyone. You have nothing important to say. No career, no fiancée, no aspirations of any kind. Nobody wants to hear about your little high school friends and your movie rentals, Steven. Just wear that new three piece suit— the blue one, not the gray— and smile. Yes, that’s our son. Quite a heartthrob, isn’t he?

He knows he could be so much more, if he could only figure out what more he wanted to be and which direction to head in to get there.

Quickly shaking off the dismal thoughts, he smacks Eddie’s hand away from swiping another one of his cookies, and casually says, “Gotta stick with what I’m good at, right?” Eddie laughs, and Steve relaxes. Good. He’s starting to remember how to be himself again. And he’s willing to scorch his eardrums with heavy metal for an hour or two if only for the sheer pleasure of being invited, being remembered, being wanted. Nobody in his parents’ circle of acquaintances (were they even really friends?) seemed to actually want him around, not even them. Eddie seems overjoyed at the prospect of his company, reminding him that the rest of his friends (and his are real, actual friends) will be too.

But he feels a little strange when he walks into the club later that night. A little awkward, a little lost. (Like everyone else is too busy having fun to notice him?) Robin is already there, but she and Vickie are chatting and laughing about something with the bass player whose name Steve can never remember. He’s not sure he remembers any of the Coffin guys’ names, come to think of it. The three of them have always sort of lumped into one amorphous mass of “Eddie’s bandmates” in the peripherals of his mind. Is it because they aren’t part of the Party, so they’re not important? He frowns at himself. That sounds like something his parents would say. Tonight, Steve decides, he should actually try to talk to these guys and then the next time he sees them he’s determined he’s going to remember their names.

Where is everybody else? He spots Mike, Dustin, and Will up front by the stage, talking with Eddie and the other guitarist (John? Jim? J-something) while they set up. Lucas, Max, and El are hanging out with Red Plaid Flannel Guy who by process of elimination must be the drummer. Steve rolls his eyes at himself, scolding himself to cut it out. He’s being such a snob and he doesn’t even mean to. All that time with his parents has really done a number on his brain. A night with his real friends will do him a world of good.

But wait. Something is weird here. Something’s wrong. Why isn’t El with Mike? He’s right there with them, talking to Lucas now, and El is by Max, but Flannel McFloppyhair is standing way too close to her, and for some reason he’s got his arm around her shoulders, and he’s leaning in looking for all the world like he’s about to kiss her and why the hell doesn’t this seem crazy to anybody but him?

Steve doesn’t think, he just reacts. In approximately two seconds he’s across the room and wrenching Flannel away from El by the collar of his shirt, holding him fast with one hand and swinging hard with the other, and in the approximately two seconds before his fist connects with the kid’s face he belatedly realizes two things: one, that El had actually had her arm around Flannel’s waist; and two, that she had looked completely relaxed and happy and almost like she was eagerly anticipating the kiss she’d been about to receive when he—

CRUNCH

Overlapping screams echo around him, including a stunned and pain-filled yelp of “Jesus Christ, Harrington!” from Flannel, and somehow that’s the worst part of this whole confusing thing, that this guy knows Steve’s name and Steve can not, for all that is holy, recall his.

He’s surrounded in an instant by Eddie and Jamie (or is it Joe?) and T.B. Player, and the other two band guys hustle Flannel away somewhere, probably to clean him up— in all Steve’s years of fighting he doesn’t think he’s ever seen somebody’s nose bleed that much that quickly— while Eddie looks at Steve as if he’s just sprouted two extra heads, before stating (shouting) rather eloquently (furiously), “What, and I cannot stress this enough, the actual fuck, Stevie?”

“I— what— he was— what are you yelling at me for?” Steve protests, well aware he’s made a huge mistake but completely unable to process what it was. “What the fuck, yourself, man! What is going on here? Mike, are you okay?”

Honestly, Mike looks like he’s trying not to laugh, and if Steve had been asked to try and guess his reaction that is not at all what he would’ve picked. El, on the other hand, is on the verge of tears, and Max seems like she’s seriously considering punching Steve the way he’d just punched— goddammit what is that guy’s name? Dustin and Eddie, meanwhile, are exchanging puzzled glances.

“Oh shit, he doesn’t even know,” Dustin suddenly blurts out.

“You didn’t tell him?” Eddie demands, voice high-pitched with disbelief. “I thought that would’ve been the first thing you guys told him.”

“Obviously not, and how come you didn’t think to tell him?”

“Can someone tell me now, please?” Steve says faintly. He clearly owes either Mike or El an apology, but he still has no clue what for.

Surprisingly, it’s Mike himself who finally speaks. “El and I aren’t together anymore.” He genuinely doesn’t seem bothered by that, and Steve stares at him in bewilderment. “Haven’t been for awhile now. We’re just friends again. So, uh, thanks for defending my honor, I guess, but— totally not necessary.”

“Gareth is my boyfriend,” El adds in a stunned whisper, and Steve just barely manages to catch himself by the skin of his teeth before he says ‘who’s Gareth?’ Gareth, of course, is Flannel Guy. When the hell did all of this happen? El is gazing at him with wide, wounded eyes. “You hurt him,” she adds, voice trembling a little, and he honestly wishes the floor would open up beneath him and swallow him whole. “Why would you hurt him, Steve?”

“I— I didn’t know. I thought he was— and you were— Jesus, El, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I thought he was bothering you.” Steve looks helplessly around at his friends. Is he imagining things or are they looking at him oddly? How come nobody told him? And more importantly, why hadn’t he just asked, instead of flying off the handle like that? He’d done exactly what his father would do; assessed a situation without having all the facts, drawn entirely the wrong conclusion, and confidently acted on his judgement without regard for the consequences to others. Now his knuckles are splattered with someone else’s blood and El is crying and if Max is actually going to murder him he wishes she would hurry up and get it over with.

“I’m sorry. Really. I’m so sorry, everyone, honest. I’ll— should I go make sure he’s okay?” Steve doesn’t wait for an answer. An awkward conversation with a guy he’s just punched sounds infinitely better than staying here with his friends all looking at him like that and the shadow of his father’s self-satisfied smile patterned across his fist. “I’ll be right back. I’m really sorry.” He ducks away abruptly and rushes in the direction the other guys had headed.

The bassist and Julian (or maybe it’s Jorge) are just coming out of the bathroom as Steve approaches, and he notices they both immediately move out of his way, eyeing him warily, like he’s a stranger’s dog who may or may not be inclined to bite. “Guys, I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” he tries to explain, but they’re already hurrying away from him. Great. It’s high school all over again. Had his parents, in just a few short weeks, turned him back into King Steve, terrorizing the freaks, way too focused on his father’s ideas of who were and were not suitable friends? Was that why he’d reacted so violently, was it the thought that someone was with El who wasn’t supposed to be?

Jesus Christ. He exhales sharply, pushing the bathroom door open. Gareth— well, Steve’s never going to forget his name ever again, at any rate— is just scrubbing the last traces of blood from his face with a handful of damp paper towels. Steve can already tell there’s a wicked black eye forming. “I’m sorry, man,” he blurts out immediately. “Is anything broken?”

“If I say no,” Gareth cautiously asks, “are you gonna try to finish the job?”

“What? No! I came to apologize. I didn’t know you were dating El. I… I haven’t been around for a little while.” It isn’t good enough. What could he possibly say that would be good enough?

[dhr-ao3]

Dandelion Crowns

Dandelion Crowns https://ift.tt/xn1Wu24 by WinterSnow_Alohomora Leave it to Harry Potter to show up with a modified Time Turner as a wedding anniversary gift for Draco and Hermione Malfoy, calibrated specifically for them, and only good for a one-hour trip down memory lane. As they are about to begin their nostalgic journey, they notice a tiny little engraving on the Time Turner that reads: What-If Clause. They leave it to chance, turn the dial, and disappear into the past where they find out what happens if just one choice made two years after the war had been different. Would they have been happier? Would they have been miserable? Would they have even ended up together? Words: 14845, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Astoria Greengrass, Scorpius Malfoy, Ron Weasley Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Turners (Harry Potter), Extramarital Affairs, Alternate Timelines, Miscarriage, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter Friendship, Protective Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Adult Hermione Granger, Adult Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter Friendship, Married Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Parents Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Past Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Minor Character Death, Not Beta Read, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, My First Smut, Married Hermione Granger/Harry Potter, Married Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Widowed Draco Malfoy, Endgame Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/maCpX5N April 18, 2025 at 12:07AM

[ananke-xiii]

nostalgic pb&j and uneaten cheeseburger

food motifs abounds in s9, a season where angels were unsubtly compared to apex predators (in all the meanings of the word, angels are "monsters with good pr") and where cain (apex predator extraordinaire, father of murder AND farming) is a beekeeper.

angels on earth are sadly feeding off human souls and hunting down the perfect matches that can contain them. a good chunk of them are downright parasites and they all remind me of a virus: a hunter creature that needs a host to live. if the heavenly host has its gates shut down the angels are definitely not above using different methods of energy siphoning.

castiel and sam are two good examples of strong vessels and in no time angels seek them out, con them and try to sneak into their meatsuits. it doesn't work for cas but in sam's case they were successful. (i'm not gonna enter the gadreel arena right now but i just want to note that no angel looked for the michael's sword: interesting, though, that he ends up with the first blade, an object hidden in the depths of the ocean ((this thing with dean and oceans/submarines/things locked and thrown into deep-sea spaces is quite beautiful. i mean very. very sad but beautiful nonetheless considering that water is the number one maternal symbol)).

while sam is the unfortunate guinea pig/food metaphor in this scenario, castiel, who escaped possession, learns the joy of eating. he eats a lot of stuff, even toothpaste. he loves burritos. but what he loves the most are pb&j.

pb&j was the food april (i'm also not gonna go there now for my own mental health) offered him in his hour of need, when his newly found basic needs weren't met and when he felt the most lonely and vulnerable. pb&j is thus also associated with the exploration of sex (good idea, awful. awful execution) since this is what he does with april. and since april is a reaper who kills him, food, sex and death get all tangled up in one thing, 3 letters: p b and j, the human trifecta.

so when cas eats something else (the grace of one of his own) and becomes an angel again he's cut off from human experiences (except fear, anger, hurt, grief, getting manipulated and lied to cause apparently those are universal things and the human experience is reduced to the sensual and the physical realms, the sole things that can bring some joy while happiness seem nowhere to be found in all species. but that's for another day).

becoming a born-again angel (and the prey that eats its predator) makes castiel nostalgic of his time as a human. a pb&j sandwich just doesn't taste the same now. which seems a paradox since his time as human was nothing but pain but i digress (i'm not 100% sure castiel has ever come close to the rationalization of the tons of abuse he had to suffer). because cas has learnt something as a "human" and that's what counts. he's not the same as he was before. he has changed.

cheeseburgers, on the other hand, are dean's favorite. they mean what they mean to every human: many things. The joy of eating and sharing convivial moments, a refuge from the pain, a coping mechanism, a way to keep the body alive in the ways one can afford etc. as i said, many, many things.

they're also the food dean refuses to eat in "my bloody valentine", an episode about the emptiness, the void and the darkness one can feel inside. the same episode where an unusual castiel scarfs down hundreds of cheeseburgers.

in other words, when dean refuses a cheeseburger... when he leaves one uneaten... things are not good. even crowley knows this and seeing dean leaving the food untouched marks his moment of glory.

an uneaten cheeseburger means dean's too detached from human experiences, too close to jump to the other side. and, unfortunately, this ia exactly what happens: if castiel was seduced and killed by april, dean is seduced by crowley and eventually got killed as a result.

the way to becoming a demon makes dean leave his uneaten cheeseburger, his human life in a little nutshell. he's also not the same as before. he has changed.

there's like. a lot. to say about the food motifs in s9. i find it very interesting and helps me enjoy the season and engage with it in a critical way that doesn't depress me every minute of every episode.

[slumbering-girl]

Ikenfell

After I looked at the community screenshots on Steam, I looked forward to play this so much. It looked so gay! And it is!

Also it's was a very rough ride at the beginning until I got the main mechanic down and gained a few more characters to the party. See, there's a gimmick here in this (j)RPG/tactics game when you must press a button in the right time when attacking or defending. At what time? Sometimes even that is unclear. It got on my nerves sometimes, not a fan of this at all (you can turn this off in the menu and I did in the end, it was much less stressful that way). That being said, I have also praise for this one.

Music (so many good pieces and the vocal pieces stole my heart!)

Graphics (love the PICO-8esque pixelart)

Complete ever-present queerness

Characters (lovable)

Story (I love a good mystery I'm thrown into)

Strangely, the vibe of the game, pixelart, chiptunes, dungeons, etc... strongly reminded me oldschool dungeon crawler games from DOS era for some reason, it was so nostalgic!

It played nicely on Steam Deck, the lowres pixelart graphics suited it well. I finished in about 18 hours without side quests (and help with the timing in the battles at the end). As per tradition, I cried at the ending. Worth it.

[forloveandmoon]

Meeting the Writer.

okay so I’m not finding much about how to get to know me(so I can seem less scary and have ppl flock and want 2 be friends /j) thread thingy bobs on here so I’ll need to ponder about that.

I do have another blog but for me specifically ooc.. idk what those are called and I probably should’ve made this a side blog but I didn’t know how people felt about those and being followed from main.. so I did this instead. Anyway, it’s @usakoing and I’m logged on via web so I’m not on it that much since making this acc. Wish there was a feature to be logged on both.. anyway.

gonna cut this so I don’t fill the tl with stuff ppl might not care about.

but I guess I’ll do it this way! hello hi hi, I am serena(moon), and I’ve been writing as usagi for the past three years and hopeful counting. my roleplay journey started when I saw a frozen rp on my timeline in 2014. then I decided to write as a lion cub and made a wolf oc. I miss writing as them a lot, actually. nostalgic. and usagi has just taken that place of a wonderful muse that I can constantly come up with new things for. I will never get tired of writing her and hopefully giving her better love interests down the line.

and growing up I’ve always gravitated towards fantasy with romance in it, and really.. anything with romance. it’s like candy to me and I enjoy writing romance, it makes me so happy.

I do ask other usagi writers to not interact with me on their usagi, just my personal preference and nothing to do with you personally! I’ve just had too many awful experiences with doubles interacting.

I can't drive/don't work/couldn't attend college so l do ask you to mind yourself with asking and to stop(politely). It's upsetting to have to keep telling people "no" and having to explain my medical situation every time. scoliosis, spina bifida, missing ribs, and chronic knee pain. I can walk but if I say.. go to the mall/a convention for a few hours but I’ll be regretting it the next few days my body is in pain.

I also suspect I have adhd as well as autism, so please explain things clearly to me to prevent misunderstandings. if you do not, I just get pissed off because you aren't explaining what you mean to its full extent. do not tell me cryptic jokes, if you aren't going to explain.

I love disney, dreamworks stuff, I play otome, skyrim, witcher 3 specifically, pokémon, fire emblem, ocarina of time, and probably more but I’m flat lining.

I do love reading. no matter if it’s books(including romantasy and monster romance🥺), light novels, manga, comics, anything I can read.

love the jurassic park movies(all of them, yes I’m probably rare), I love all Star Wars media(I’m not picky), but I don’t really watch things much anymore because I have focus issues to where sometimes I just.. can’t focus enough to watch something and feel restless while I’m better at reading it if that is an option for it.

I’m trying to think of anything else to mention but I’m flatlining again but I am very friendly and enjoy chatting with people! my discord is also usakoing so feel free to add that but tell me who you are !!

[shazzeaslightnovels]

Zero no Tsukaima 1

Author: Noboru Yamaguchi

Illustrator: Eiji Usatsuka

Label: MF Bunko J

Release Date: 22 June 2004

My Score: 3/5

Premise: Saito, a boy from Japan, gets summoned by Louise, a noble student of magic school. Louise is known as Louise the Zero as all of her attempts at magic end up in failure. This time, that failure comes in the form of summoning Saito as her familiar. With no way of going home, Saito must adjust to this life in another world.

This series is so nostalgic for me. The anime was super popular when I was getting into the culture and it was one of the first that I watched. I loved it at the time. I really wanted to rewatch it for this review, but it's not available legally to stream anywhere in Australia and the site that I was using for series like that went down and I have yet to find another one. Based on the episode descriptions on wikipedia, it looks like they moved events around a lot and I'm sad I couldn't check it out to see for myself. From what I remember, Rie Kugimiya's performance as Louise is iconic. I also feel like Louise was more abusive in the anime. Like she still treats Saito poorly here, but I don't recall her ever getting out the whip. Maybe that comes later.

Regardless, my nostalgia for the anime definitely affected my enjoyment of the light novel. That is, I liked it a lot more than I expected to. There are some things that haven't aged well, like one of the teachers has a habit of fondling women's butts, and some of the scenes with Kirche were hard to read, but I enjoyed it overall. The plot was interesting, the characters grew on me, and it even made me laugh more than once. In particular, there's a scene where Kirche is trying to seduce Saito, and her other lovers keep on interrupting saying that she told them to meet her at that time. She keeps on being like, "[ridiculous fantasy name]! Give me 2 hours!" and then to Saito she'll be like, "Oh him? He's just a friend." and it made me laugh so hard.

I've heard that this is the blueprint for modern isekai series as a lot of them started off as fanfiction for this series, and I can definitely see that. There's a lot of tropes here that have become prevalent in modern isekai. But I do think this has more heart than a lot of them. It also doesn't have video game mechanics, mayonnaise, or slavery (yet). I like that that characters feel like teenagers. There are scenes where Saito makes fun of Louise like a high schooler would and Louise is just as immature, but we see both of their good sides. I also like that there is a mystery here about why Saito was summoned and what his powers are. Oh, also the art is really good. It's simple, but it feels like it's working together with the story to reveal things to the reader and help them visualise the scenes.

I liked this volume far more than I expected to and I do want to read more. I remember that the romance got pretty messy in later seasons of the anime, so I'll be curious to see if the light novel is different.

[thealmightyemprex]

Voyage Through the Disney Canon :1937-1949 ranking

These are the first 11 Disney animated films ,ranked from my least favorite to most favorite

11.Fun and Fancy Free -Ah Fun and Fancy Free,the favorite Disney film of nobody ,at least from what I have seen .I have never seen any one talk about this one positively and yeah I'm not gonna praise it either,this film is rather messy .I really dont like the first segment about Bongo the Bear,I actually think it is dreadful (THough Dinah Shore does some good narration ),Jiminey Cricket is a bit grating here ,and I like Edgar Bergen in general but wow is the wraparound segment with him unsettling especially if you dont know who he is .The Mickey and the Beanstalk segment is good but not to noteworthy aside from Bill Gilbert delivering a enjoyable performance as the giant and there is a scene where Donald becomes murderously insane ,thats fun

10.Saludos Amigos -This movie isnt bad,its just....Barely a film .Its only a bit over 40 minutes ,it feels more like EDutainment talking about South America .It fine for what it is and hey it gave us Jose Carioca

9.Melody Time -Its fine .I like the Blame it on the Samba segment and the Johnny Appleseed segment is sweet and definately the best part of the film,gets me misty eyed ,but every other segment is just.....OK to me

8.Three Caballeros -The much better companion film to Saludos Amigos,this film is weird and energetic ansd just fun,with the titular song being a highlight .

7.Dumbo:So of the 5 Capital C Classics(The first 5 films Disney made which are Snow White,Pinocchio,Fantasia ,Dumbo and Bambi ),I didnt know which ones would rank where.....But knew of the 5 Dumbo would be the lowest,which I feel bad about cuase...I really like Dumbo ,its a very nostalgic childhood favorite :Pink Elephants is a great sequence,the Baby Mine song brings a tear to my eye .heck the songs in general are good,Dumbo is a lovable protagonist and I love the performance of Edward Brophy as Timothy the mouse ,I think he is an underrated sidekick.It has a MAJOR problem with it and yes it is the racism ,like wow,not just the crow scene but the song "Happy Hearted Roustabouts" which is just...Yikes .However theres another reason it is not higher becuase it does its job too well.It was made to be a short simple movie,and it suceeds in being that ,but as such the other films I find more interesting .However let it be known I have a soft spot for Dumbo

6.Make Mine Music -This ia an underrated gem.I personally dont dig the more abstract segments but theres a lot of fun music and animation and I think the final segment the Whale That Wanted To Sing at the Met is a masterpiece with for me,the saddest moment in the Walt era

5.Fantasia -FAntasia is a movie I admire more then I like .Most of what I love is in the second half,I adore the Dance of the Hours and the Pastorial Sympathy and of course Night on Bald Mountain is MAGNIFICENT ,butwith the exception of the delightful Sorcerers Apprentice,the first half drags for me .I do like the movie ,finding it very artistically pleasing but I cant say its one of my personal favorite Disney films but can totally see why it is a favorite for many

4.Bambi -This is a contender for the best looking film of the Walt era,gorgeous backgrounds ,great character animation and its more of a vibe then a story .Its not for everyone....But Bambi is awesome to me,its kind of neat just watching this deer live his life .ITs really cute (Especially the stuff with Thumper the rabbit ),its gorgeous and has some solid emotional moments .I dont like the soundtrack but the rest of the film I really enjoy .

3.The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad -This is my favorite of the wartime/post war animated films cause its one I watched a bunch as a kid .No9w truthfully the first segment covering Wind In the Willows is just good.I like the performances of Eric Blore as Mr Toad and J PAt O Malley as Cyril ,theres some funny moments,Basil Rathbone is a good narrator ,but I prefer other takes on Wind in the Willows and I dont like how minimized Ratty and Mole are .....The second segment is a masterpiece,with great character animation,comedy,wonderful narration by Bing Crosby who also sings the banger that is the Headless Horseman song and yeah the Headless Horseman himself is a wonderfully scary villain with the chase scene between him and Ichabod Crane being one hell of a climax.

2.Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs -This film the more I see it the more I love it .Its funny cause I used to not like this movie but now I have fallen for its simplistic charm.It feels like no other Disney film ,like it is so unpolished cause they are trying to figure out how to make a feature and I finsd it endearing .Snow White is a character I do care about,the Queen is a simple yet imposing villain and By god when she becomes the Witch she is reallly creepy and rightfully has been nightmare fuel for many a child over the generations (Props to the voice work of Lucille LaVerne ).The scene stealers really are the Dwarfs ,especially Grumpy and Dopey who are played an animated well.Bit of a comfort movie for me ,so had to place it a bit high

1.Pinocchio-This is one of my favorite animated films of all time .It is sweet ,it is dramtic , and it can be really intense .The songs are all great (No Strings On Me might be my favorite ) .The character animation is great (I particularly love Bill Tytlas animation of Stromboli ) ,the climax is just a marvel of animation (Monstro the Whale is one hell of a feat of animation ),Pinocchio is a likeable protagonist,Honest John is a hilarious comedic villain who stands in contrast to the more terrifying villainay of Stromboli and the Coachman ,and Jiminy Cricket ,Geppetto,and Figaro are just lovable.I love lovve love love love love love this movie .

@ariel-seagull-wings @makingboneboy @amalthea9 @the-blue-fairie @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @themousefromfantasyland @filmcityworld1 @princesssarisa

[poguehoe4life]

Somewhere only we know

"You're leaving?" JJ asked me collapsing on the couch next to John B, Sarah, Kiara, and Pope. " I have a few hours until my flight so I can say goodbye," I whispered as JJ stood. "If you have a minute, why don't we go somewhere only we know." He reached for my hand, leading us outside to the tree house. We hadn't been up there for years but something about your best friend leaving makes you nostalgic. We barely fit but we made it work, passing a joint around. "I just don't understand why you'd want to leave OBX. It's your home." I sighed. "It's not that I want to leave. I have to J." "But why? Why do you have to leave?" he asked knowing I couldn't answer him. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking up. I was staring. So was he. "Look y/n if you're really leaving then I need to get something off my chest." He took a deep breath. "Ever since I saw you at the kegger that night something in me felt, whole. Like you filled that space no one else could. And ever since then, I've been in love with you. And I know you probably think that I'm only saying this because-" I leaned over and kissed him. "Sometimes J, you talk too much." He pulled me onto his lap kissing me with everything he had. His hands slipped under my shit and gripped my waist like he was never going to let go. Our clothes started piling up on the floor as he began to kiss my neck. "I'm serious y/n. I fucking love you." I smiled and kissed him softly. "I love you too J."

[pjplayground]

Random Thoughts About Cornelius/Lewis I think about way too often

Title is self explanatory. Mostly headcanons under the cut.

I wonder what else he's picky about? Why would he make a PB&J gun? Because he's like me. Portions on certain foods need to be EXACTLY TO MY SPECIFICATIONS otherwise I'll break down. So if he's picky about a simple PB&J, what else is he picky over? I think he doesn't like a lot of spaghetti sauce on pasta, or he just orders butter pasta. He probably never has any kind of liquid/creamy based thing on subs, like mayo or dressings. Also can't stand coconut. Just a vibe.

I don't think Neil tolerates heat very well. I feel like on really hot Summer days, the last thing he wants to do is go outside... unless it's to a pool. Because he gets heat sick very easily, and he feels like he's gonna puke but he knows he's not but because he feels like he is he's just in an eternal cycle of suffering. I'm not speaking from experience what are you talking about...

Loud/sudden loud noises are probably a sensitive thing for Cornelius. I feel like when he was younger he'd hate the sound of blenders, mixers, rumble strips on roads, lightning, etc. As well as shrill/cringe inducing noises such as styrofoam rubbing against styrofoam, crinkling/ripping/rubbing plastic, squeaky markers on whiteboards, buzzing from flies and bees, and squeaky shoes on linoleum floors.

Do you think Neil ever goes into one of those little travel bubbles and just kinda floats through the air? Like to be in a calming environment.

I think besides dogs, he also wants a pet snake. It was like that when he was a kid, and as an adult, he still wants a pet snake.

Cornelius has a very specific way of doing things, and if you mess up that system by cleaning his mess for him, you're dead!

I think in general he has sleep issues. Especially when Neil is on business trips. He's only comfortable (and used to) sleeping in his own environment, so any other environment messes with his routine enough to make him toss and turn.

In case it wasn't already obvious, I think Cornelius is autistic. Self diagnosed later on down the line. I feel like the physical symptom he displays the most (aside from fidgeting) is toe walking.

Let's face it... Lewis in the movie is kind of an irritable jerk. But I think this is explained by his past. He always keeps his guard up and he never wants to get close to anybody because they always leave him. Hence why he scolds himself for letting himself think Wilbur was a friend, rather than scolding Wilbur for lying after he found out.

He didn't like frogs at first because "Ew, slimy."

He was definitely the type to always get picked last in gym class. Neil can't catch a ball to save his life... but he is a pretty fast runner.

Another vibe I get, but I feel like there were those times when he wished Mr. Willerstein could be his dad. He was essentially the only thing close to a father figure he had in his life before he got adopted. We don't see much screen time with them interacting, but it's clear Lewis and Mr. Willerstein had a pretty good teacher-student relationship. Hell, I even feel like Lewis would prefer to spend his lunch hour with his teacher instead of in the cafeteria with everybody being loud and annoying.

If Neil is gonna play any game, it's gotta have good puzzles. So what I'm saying is he probably played a lot of Professor Layton. But because he grew up during the DS, Wii, and Gamecube era, he's probably nostalgic for those Zelda games (Twilight Princess, Ocarina of Time, Skyward Sword), Mario games (New Bros. Wii, Mario Kart Wii, Galaxy 1 & 2, Mario Kart DS, Mario Party DS, Double Dash, Sunshine, Paper Mario), as well as the Metroid and Megaman games which would've been in circulation during that time period. For some reason, I don't think he was ever interested in Pokemon. I feel like that's more Franny's schtick.

Cornelius does NOT like horror games. Unless it's FNaF, because it's not actually scary most of the time.

He either sleeps in the softest blankets known to man or he ain't sleeping at all.

Neil may be one of the smartest men on Earth, yes, but he still has his dumb moments. Like when he's trying to find the syrup in the pantry for his pancakes, and he can't find it so he asks Wilbur for help. Then Wilbur proceeds to find the bottle of syrup that was right in front of Neil's face the whole time, and he somehow didn't register its existence.

Lewis prefers longer socks to normal length socks, because he blisters easily. But also because there are more fun varieties.

Frogs he can learn to love. But small, spindly spiders? NOPE NOPE NOPE. Tarantulas? He loves them because they're fuzzy and the perfect petting size! But the minute the spiders get smaller he is OUT. He hates bugs in general, really. The minute he finds a spider, ant, bee, or any bug in his house he will bomb the residence then move to Mars.