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itsyourstarboy · 2 years ago

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Streamer!Honey Headcanons Pt.5

First Part

AT LONG LAST.... THE STREAMER!HONEY HEADCANONS FINALE

Note: This may be the last part, but it is not the end of Streamer!Honey!!! Just the long-winded headcanon posts. I have more planned for the future ^^ mini-fics, shitposts, all sorts of shenanigans <3

—

The punch became a meme. Honey hates it, and Guy hates that Honey hates it.

But god if it isn’t hilarious.

It took a good few months for Honey to stop beating themself up over it, and now they are able to look back on it and laugh. They even have a GIF of the moment as an alert for gifted subs.

—

Charity streams!!! Honey loves doing them. It’s fun, and for a good cause.

And, though it’s fun, sometimes it can get out of hand.

It was meant to be a joke! But, before they knew it, they hit the donation goal...

♡♡♡♡♡♡

HFDJSFEJGGFJSK

IM FREAKING OUT

CANTWAITCANTWAITCANTWAIT

I can’t believe they’re actually doing this 🤭🤭🤭

I DONT KNOW IF MY GAY LITTLE HEART WILL BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT

The sound of the door opening made chat go mostly still.

Honey, very reluctantly with an embarrassed scowl on their face, stepped into camera view.

They stood stiffly, pondering how they ended up here. Here, on stream, in front of thousands of perfect strangers...

Wearing a maid outfit.

Not even a comfortable one! It was frilly, and itchy, and the skirt was way too fucking short.

OMFGNO I FCKING CANT-

🤣🤣🤣🤣

I CANT BREATHE

OH MY GOOOOOOOD

You look so cute!!!

THIS WAS SO WORTH THE MONEY

IM WHEEZING AND I CANT FIND MY INHALERR

HSGJJFHZJAHHAHAHAH

Oh 😳😳

WHY IT LOOK KINDA GOOD THO??

[HONEY’S] TOO HOT THEY KILLED SOMEBODY

“I hate everything,” Honey muttered, as they tried to tug the dress down. It was bad enough that it was so revealing, but it also wouldn’t zip up all the way.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

It would only get worse, however, as the next goal would add thigh highs.

And the one after that would add...

SAY NYA RIGHT FUCKING NOW

AaaaawwwWWWW WHAT A CUTE KITTY

You mean “right fucking meow?”

THEY LOOK SO PISSED LMAO

SAY NYA RIGHT FUCKING MEOW

They’re gonna kill us 😭😭😭😭

IM QUEER

With what? Their wittle paws?? 😽😽

This is my phone lockscreen now

Simp

“Yeah, you all better enjoy this, ‘cause I’m never doing it again.��

Doubt it, this is the fastest we’ve ever raised money

NOOOOOOOOO

Still waiting for you to say nya

NYAAAAAANTS INGONYAMA BAGITHI BABA

ITS THE CIIIIIIIIRRRRCLE OF LIIIIIIIIIFEEE

“I’m not saying that.”

tf you’re not-

★someone donated $50★

SAY NYA BITCH

Honey heaved out a sigh that bordered a growl, and very blandly, “nya.”

As Chat cheered and went practically feral, Honey could only be glad that this couldn’t possibly get any wors-

They froze as they heard the Jaws theme start playing.

“Oh f-”

HE’S HEEEERE

YEEEEEEEESS

HoneysHeaven: wowah 😳

THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER

HOLY CRAP SOMEONE TAGGED HIM ON TWITTER 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

HoneyHeaven: hey there Honey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

SOMEONE SNITCHED????

Honey braced their elbows on their desk and hid their face in their hands. “Go back to working.”

HoneysHeaven: I will if you promise to still be wearing that when I get home 👀👀

“I’m burning it as soon as this stream ends.”

NOO YOU CANT BURN IT YOU LOOK SO SEXYY 😩😩

The boy just wants to see you all dolled up Boo, let him have his treat

“The next 15 minutes are going to be hell.”

HoneysHeaven: oooh the next goal you put on a collar, hm? 😏😏

Guy ur killing even me rn

OH WAIT I JUST GOT GUYS USERNAME

HoneysHeaven: Honey can you send me like $70

“I am not sending you money.”

HoneysHeaven: awww cmon 🥺🥺 my break ends in 2 minutes I just want to see you in a collar

ITS FOR CHARITY

DONATE TO THE CAUSE

“I’ll put you in a collar,” Honey grumbled with their arms crossed tightly.

HoneysHeaven: wouldn’t be the first time 😉

HOW DO WE RAISE ANOTHER 500 IN 10 MINUTES

AYO WHAT????

—

Guy likes interrupting Honey’s streams unprompted. He loves seeing the smile on their face. The gentle one that they wear while doing what they love. It makes him want to smother them in kisses.

Sometimes when he does this, he forgets about the mask and glasses. There have been plenty of times where he’s nearly accidentally exposed his face to the world, and it gives his honey a mini heart attack each time.

Honey made the executive decision to rearrange their setup so that the door was no longer in view. That way, Guy could spontaneously enter as much as he pleased.

—

Honey was still streaming when Guy returned home from work. They had told him in advance that this stream would be dragging on a bit longer than normal.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Honey looked up as they heard the door click open. Guy entered, waving a paper bag around.

“Honeeeey,” he sang, “I’ve brought you somethiiiiing.”

is that the boy i hear 👀👀👀

EVERYONE SHUT UP I NEED TO WITNESS THIS

DETROIT CAN WAIT THIS IS IMPORTANT

Honey eyed the bag skeptically as Guy drew closer, “should I be worried?”

“No,” Guy laughed, stopping right outside of the camera’s view. “I brought you donuts!”

“Ooh, really? What’s your motive?”

“Wha-? Motive!? Why do you think I would have a motive?”

Honey raised an eyebrow at their boyfriend and smirked.

Immensely offended, Guy scoffed, “what, am I not allowed to bring the most important person in my life a treat? Purely out of my own volition and the kindness of my heart?”

“I was joking before, but now I’m actually suspicious...”

“Just take the donuts, Honey,” Guy softly spoke with a warm smile, holding out the bag and leaning forward.

When Honey’s hand brushed against his own, Guy leaned closer, his other hand cupping the back of their neck. He held the bag up to hide his face from viewers as he placed a gentle kiss on his partners cheek.

Honey, growing ever more flustered, let out a nervous chuckle as they pushed Guy away and accepted the gifts.

AWWWWHDWSAIHDGDKDSBIDS

ITS HAPPENING

OMG

DID HE KISS THEM??

WHERE IS THE CLIP I NEED TO SEE THAT AGAIN

When you’re so lonely you’re living vicariously through someone in your screen

UH YEAH THATS THE POINT

OF COURSE

I GOT THE CLIP I GOT IT

Chat wouldn’t stop talking about it for the entire rest of the stream.

And for the next 4 streams after that...

—

Chat knows that Guy is important to Honey. No other roommate of theirs has ever become such a big part of their life, everyone knows that they have to be something more.

They stopped bugging Honey about it after a year. It's just kind of common knowledge that these two have a lot of chemistry, but asking straight up about their relationship won't work.

Not that having an answer would change anything, Chat loves seeing how happy Honey is with Guy.

—

It took a little over a year for Honey to agree, but finally they are streaming a game with Guy!!

They're playing Raft. Honey in their streaming room, and Guy in the living room. They're communicating through discord, and Chat is having a blast.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

"Did you finish building that engine yet?" Honey asked, filling a chest with some items.

"No, I thought you were going to do it," Guy answered.

"I literally told you to go ahead and make one two minutes ago!"

"I was busy distracting the shark while you were scavenging all that shit underwater!"

We should get them couples counciling

Guy can't keep being shark bait ooh ah ah 😭😭

I still don't understand the point of this game

It's his destiny

Raft

raft

The point is raft

RAFT

"Honey, I think I'm dying. My hunger bar is low."

"Then eat something, we have plenty of food."

"I don't think I can make it back in time," Guy whined.

"Wh- where are you??"

You could practically hear Guy's pout, "I went back on the island because you were mad at me."

"I am not mad at you," Honey responded, exasperated, "where are you at on the island?"

"Uhmm... I'm in a place with lots of trees."

"Okay, I'm bringing you some shark meat."

"The shark is dead?"

"Yeah I killed it."

[HONEY] MOVE FASTER WE CANT LET HIM DIE

They are playing the game so wrong I am ripping my hair out

Tip: multiple sails will make you go faster

They can play however they want to 😡

The only right way to do anything is the [Honey] and Guy way

"Oh shi-" Guy started, "I'm dead."

"You're fiiine."

"No, my character just collapsed from hunger."

"Don't be dramatic, I'm almost there."

"I'm not being dramatic!! I died!!!"

"A little death never killed anybody."

Honey found Guy's character, limp on the ground, and picked him up.

"Alright, you big baby, I'll take you to the bed."

"Oooooh," Guy sang impishly, "you're carrying me to bed?"

"Yep."

"What are you gonna do with me once we get there?"

"When we get there, you are gonna build that goddamn engine!"

Upon arrival to the raft, Honey discovered something...

"Where the fuck is the bed??"

Guy coughed out a laugh, "oh, uhm- I might've taken it with me when I left."

"Why would you do that!?!?"

"Because you were mad at me!!!"

"I swear to god-" Honey dropped Guy's carcass on the raft and went to collect materials to make another bed.

"Honeeeeey," Guy whined, "this wooden floor is hard."

Honey sighed, "I'm making you a bed, hold on."

"Come lay underneath meeee."

AGDKSGAKBFK

Boi he wants them under him 👀👀

Can't believe they let Guy die, I'll never forgive them for this 😢🤧😖 /lh /j

Our boy really stepped up his flirting game 😳😳😳

Too bad [Honey] is too oblivious

They're not oblivious, they're an asshole

A distinct sound of sharp teeth chomping into their hard work caught Honey's attention.

"Fuckin' hell," they murmured, "the stupid shark is back."

"Hurry up making the bed and I can kill it," Guy offered.

"I thought you were making the bed," Honey retorted.

Guy scoffed, "Honey!!!!"

"I gotta stab the shark, hold on."

Cold blooded

Yeah

They don't deserve Guy I'm gonna kidnap him

That shark is an endangered species!!!

DoNT YOU DARE GUYNAP OUR BELOVED BOY

Finally, finally, Honey returned and placed Guy's character on the bed. He sprang up immediately.

Guy's cheerful voice started up, "yayyy, thank you Hone-" and was cut off with a yelp.

The shark had glitched through the bottom of the raft and attack Guy. It scared him half to death, but Honey?

Honey was laughing hysterically.

And it was music to Guy's ears.

Gasping for breath, they kept trying to say something, but continuously fell into a fit of giggles.

Guy was barely able to form his own words without laughing, trying to feign offense at his honey's joy in seeing him hurt. But hearing them laugh so heartily? He couldn't help but melt.

And he didn't want to just hear it, he wanted to see it.

"I'm coming to get you, Honey!" He announced, just before darting towards their room.

"No, no no!" They tried to object, but it was too late as Guy came bursting in.

They were in his arms and on the floor in an instant, tears streaming down their face as they tried to breathe.

Their face hurt from smiling, and they tried to calm down, but as soon as their breathing slowed Guy started to tickle them.

"Guy-! No!! Stop it!" They squealed and squirmed, but to no avail. Their previous laughing fit left them exhausted.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I feel like we shouldn't be watching this

HES SO CUTE????

GUY FACE REVEAL!!!!!

EVERYONE SHIELD YOUR EYES

TURN OFF YOUR DEVICES THIS IS ILLEGAL

Wait I think I've seen him before!

When all settled down, Guy and Honey were nothing but a mess of tangled limbs on the floor, just barely out of frame.

"I love you, Honey," he said softly.

Honey smiled, "I love you too."

—

When the couple realized that Guy was no longer anonymous, Honey made him start carrying pepper spray while he worked.

Gotta keep the boy safe.

The End.

A/N: Thank you for reading the Streamer!Honey series ♡ I've loved writing it, and it makes me so happy that you all loved it as well!

#redacted streamer!honey #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted guy #redacted honey #redacted fanfic #redacted writing #redacted au #the person that recognized guy may or may not have been asher #peep the W2H reference

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seiwas · 10 months ago

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omg i maxed the tags 😭

WHEN HE SAYS. sayin it is the hard but ive spent forever lovin ya—always been the easiest bit ☹️☹️☹️☹️ IM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SAD BUT IN THE BEST WAY RN

&&&& when he asks u so directly too. when you say u love him but it’s not enough so he asks if ure IN love with him oh my guckdisn im such a sucker for that

AND HE ASKS PERMISSION TO TOUCH YA TOONAKANZJS OHHHH IM LOOOOOOSING IT

😭😭😭😭😭😭

WHEN HE HUGS YOU OHHHHH MY HEART. It reminds me so much of how he did when u fell of that tree 😭😭😭 and and and how despite not touching u for months he still knows u just the same aksndkjx

IF I KISS YA YA GNA CRY AGAIANKSNXKSNSKSJSJ STAWHP I AFNT TAKE THIS

MYYYYY GOOODOODKDKEJDJIEJD IM A BAWLING MESS

im sorry for this mess of a reaction op but. thank u for writing this 🥹🥹🥹🥲🥲🥲🥹🥹🥹🥲🥲🥲 crying so hard rn but i loved this so much its so good 🥹 thank uou thsnk you thNk uou i cant see what im thping rn

leave the light on - miya osamu/f!reader (haikyuu!) part 10 in the bff!osamu series tags: childhood friends to lovers, tw instant coffee mention, miscommunication, confessions, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

Onigiri Miya closes early on Sunday nights.

It’s not for lack of business—the shop would certainly take in enough revenue to justify staying open regular hours an extra day per week, especially on a weekend. But in the early days of Onigiri Miya, when it was just a one-man show, Osamu needed at least one night that he could count on having off. The workweek business—office workers and students going through their routine hustle and bustle—kept him going, enough so that Sunday nights weren’t a make or break for him, and he was able to start shuttering in the early afternoon once per week.

He remembers those early days. Sweet talking vendors to bring down the cost of produce and haggling with the grubby, bleary eyed men at fish market stalls at the crack of dawn for a deal on the catch of the day. Promising suppliers that he’d be able to get them their money in a couple of weeks if they’d just give him some more time. Standing on the road, because Onigiri Miya was just a street stall back then, trying to coax people in and try his food. To convince them to take a chance on him. He remembers burns on his hands and cuts on his fingers and an ache in his bones that ran so marrow-deep he forgot what it felt like to not be so sore. Sunday nights were the only night he had to relax. The only night he had to sit down, to take off his hat, and to have a beer—or, even more frequently, pass out on his couch in his uniform at 8pm and sleep right through to his alarm the next morning.

Closing early on Sundays had been your idea, way back when— suggested to him gently while he rested with his head in your lap in your tiny student apartment after another 16 hour workday. He still remembers the worry in your eyes as you brushed his hair back from his tired face.

Nowadays things aren’t so hectic. Osamu’s got a good team of people around him to help Onigiri Miya run smoothly—a team who he trusts and values. It doesn’t all fall onto his shoulders in the same way that it used to: he doesn’t have to be there for every open and every close, his bills are paid, he’s not fighting to lure people in off the street just in the hope that he can scrape by for another week.

Now when he closes early on Sunday, it’s more for the sake of his staff than anything else. Occasionally Osamu will take the night off, too; he’ll go home and catch up on housework, run an errand or two, or even grab dinner—usually with you, though evidently not so much lately. But most Sundays he stays behind after his last employee heads out for the night; locking up behind them, switching off the sign in the window to tell the world the shop is closed, and then holing himself up in his office to do some admin. He’ll grab a plate of whatever’s leftover from the day’s service and a cold can of beer from the fridge, put on a rerun of Atsumu’s game from the night before, and get to work shuffling through the paperwork that he’s left to pile up over the past seven days.

Osamu hates paperwork.

It’s not that it’s particularly challenging work—the really hard stuff is left to his bookkeeper after all. It’s just tedious, a mindless task in many ways, and he always finds his thoughts drifting as he sorts through invoices and inventory registers: catching himself being inattentive halfway through a spreadsheet, and having to force himself to go back to the beginning just to make sure he hasn’t missed anything in his carelessness.

You used to help him with this kind of work, or at least keep him company while he got through it—sitting on the lumpy couch crammed into one corner of his little office and pretending like you weren’t asleep each time Osamu caught you with your eyes closed. More often than not, he’d throw his jacket over you to keep you warm while you napped and then rush through the last of his work so that he could wake you up and get you home. But just having you there on those late nights was enough for him; your presence was the thing that helped.

Coffee is his only saving grace, these days.

Samu shuffles out to the front of the shop on one such Sunday evening, taking off his baseball cap and ruffling the hair underneath tiredly. He’d finally gotten a trim, and he’s glad that things feel a bit more normal again as he rakes his fingers through it—his mother had been right when she remarked that it was getting too long the week before. He tosses his hat down on the front counter of Onigiri Miya, rounding the end to grab a sachet of instant coffee from behind the bar where he keeps his emergency stash.

The overhead lights in the shop are off, but there’s enough brightness filtering out from the still-lit kitchen that he doesn’t need to struggle to see as he prepares himself some hot water to add to the mug in front of him. He tips the granulated contents of his instant coffee sachet into the bottom after ripping it open with his teeth, tapping the empty plastic packaging against the edge of the cup to make sure it all comes out. The kettle behind him hums quietly as it heats to boiling, and Osamu sighs, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest.

He stares out at the restaurant—his restaurant, as hard as he still finds it to believe some days—his gaze sweeping over the tables with their corresponding chairs resting atop them. One of the staff had mopped the floors at the end of the night, which left them still slightly wet and glistening. There’s light filtering in through the front windows from the streetlights and the other shops that line the Osaka street outside, and their glow catches in the water that hasn’t yet dried from the tile.

Osamu’s eyes suddenly snap up to the glass that lines the front of the restaurant.

There’s a silhouetted figure—so familiar he could trace it even with his eyes closed, from memory alone—standing on the other side of the door.

Osamu blinks, thinking that the paperwork must have finally gotten the best of him, or maybe that the beer he’d had earlier is inexplicably hitting him too hard. But no matter how many times he squeezes his eyes shut, the familiar shape stays where it is on the other side of the glass each time he opens them again.

His heartbeat thumps, loud and wet, in his ears.

Like the shot of a gun, the man stumbles gracelessly into action: loping around the end of the bar and slipping slightly on the wet tile as he heads towards the door. He fiddles with the lock as he struggles to unlatch it, accidentally trying to force it the wrong way in his haste before eventually getting it right. When he finally throws open the door, a gust of cool night air flooding into the restaurant along with it, he takes in a deep, gasping breath.

“Hey.”

His voice is shaky when he greets you—mostly air and very little shape to the word.

You stare at him from a few paces away, your arms crossed firmly over your chest and a frown tugging down the corners of your mouth. Osamu thinks you look pretty when you’re mad. He always has. But it’s worse now because he knows all too well that he shouldn’t—because he knows you’re mad at him.

You seem to have something to say, he can tell as much from the almost spiteful glint in your eyes, but you stay tightlipped as you simply stare at him.

“D’ya… wanna come in?” Osamu asks, still holding the door open. He nods his head back into the shop. “Still got some stuff prepped, I could make ya—“

“You’re a jerk.”

Osamu blinks, taken aback.

“Yeah,” he agrees plainly after a moment, thinking it’s only fair of you to say given then circumstances.

His concurrence only seems to upset you more.

“Like, you’re a real asshole, y’know that?” You’re nearly spitting you’re so angry, your features twisted up in contempt. Your arms uncross and drop down to your sides, and Osamu watches as your hands ball into fists. He’s the one who taught you how to throw a punch, years and years ago now, and he’s wondering if he’s about to experience a practical demonstration of his teaching abilities firsthand.

“I don’t necessarily disagree.” He nods, agreeing with you once more, though this time his response is slower, more hesitant—not because he doesn’t mean it, but because he’s not sure that it’s what you want to hear.

“Ugh!” Your following exclamation is loud, and palpably frustrated, all but confirming his suspicions. “You…!”

Your tone is climbing with every passing second, and Osamu looks furtively up and down the road around the two of you. It’s late in the evening but there are still a few people out, and he sees heads turning in your direction at the commotion.

“Hey,” he says, his own voice dropping in volume but still pleading all the same. “My name’s on the door and we’re gettin’ some weird looks. I wanna hear everythin’ you have to say, but could you please just say it to me inside?”

You look at him blankly, your lips puckering into a petulant, unhappy pout. You seem like you want to say no, to keep causing a scene, and for a second Osamu really thinks you’re about to round in on him again. Instead you trudge forward, stomping past him over the threshold of Onigiri Miya.

Osamu hesitates for a moment after you pass, half in shock and half in relief, and then he lets the door swing closed and locks it behind him for good measure—he’s not sure he wants any unsuspecting people coming in search of onigiri and stumbling upon a brawl.

It’s dim in the restaurant when he turns to face you, but he can still see your fury burning in the dark.

Neither of you say anything.

“You can keep goin’ if you want,” Osamu is eventually the first to speak, and he means what he says. This is the least of the punishment he deserves, after all. And hearing you yell at him is markedly better than the silence.

“Martyrdom doesn’t suit you at all,” you mutter sullenly.

Osamu sighs, scrubbing his hand over his face. “I just wantcha to say whatcha came here to say.”

You begin to pace as you work through your thoughts, slowly walking back and forth in front of the counter, picking at your cuticles. You’d put a fair amount of distance between the two of you, and he’s sure it was intentional. Osamu keeps himself confined to the entryway near the door, while you walk a path back and forth along the length of the service counter. His eyes follow every step you take, like a captivated child watching fish at the aquarium.

“I had a terrible dream last night,—” you finally force the words out, your feet stilling against the shiny tile as your pacing comes to a sudden halt.

Osamu decides to just do the right thing and shut the hell up for once, giving you the floor.

“—I was going to buy 30 kilos of rice from Kita-san’s farm—”

That’s a lot of rice, Osamu wants to note, but his lips part to let the words through and then he decides better of it.

“—and I was there, at the farm, and then Kita-san started telling me that you got married and had a baby. A baby, Samu! Kita-san standing there telling me all these terrible things with that big bag of rice in my hands, and I couldn’t even get mad at him because he’s Kita! So I just had to listen to him go on and on and on about the venue and the flowers and the baby name that you picked out. And the more he’d tell me the worse it was, and the bag of rice just kept getting heavier.” Your teeth bite down so hard into your lip as you suck in a breath that Osamu's amazed he doesn’t see blood. “I was hearing all of these things—terrible things—and all I could think was that I should have been there to see all of that for myself. I shouldn’t have been hearing about it from someone else. And I realized that you were living a whole life apart from me, a life that I didn’t know about or get to be a part of, and it just kept getting worse and worse and I woke up and I felt like I was going to scream.”

You’re out of breath by the time you finish your rambling thought, your chest heaving and your eyes wild and your mouth faintly wet. You look to him, and Osamu doesn’t see that same indignation in your eyes anymore, only hurt. He watches as the expression hardens again, whets itself like a blade—sharpened not in anger, but rather in resolve. In resignation.

“That day. I looked for you first.”

Osamu feels lost now. Are you still talking about that dream?

You understand without him saying it, and explain yourself further. “In high school. The day that I kissed Suna.”

Osamu’s stomach drops, all of the blood rushing to his head so quickly that the shop begins to spin a little around him. He can hear his pulse in his ears. He can feel it in his throat. He can’t help the twist of jealousy in the pit of his stomach, writhing and ugly though it may be, at the mere mention of his friend’s name. He doesn’t have the right to feel the way he feels, but it happens all the same.

“I looked for you,” you keep going, like you’ve broken a seal and have to let it all out. Osamu doesn’t dare try to stop you. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. He watches on like it’s a conversation that’s happening not with him but rather to him. “You were eating lunch with Tsumu in your classroom. I realized he would have had a fit if he knew that I was asking you and not him. I thought about asking him but…”

Osamu can’t feel his fingers from how tightly his hands are balled into fists at his side. His lungs burn in his chest—the breath he’s holding having long since lost the oxygen his body needs, though he can’t seem to draw in another.

“If it wasn’t you, I didn’t care who it was. So I asked Suna.”

The young man processes your words slowly. Incompletely. Like only every third word seems to register.

“Ya wanted me to be yer first kiss?” It’s not the question he ought to ask you but it’s the one his brain chooses to spit out.

Your reply is frustrated, but with an unmistakably melancholic rasp running through it. “Yeah. I did.”

Somewhere distantly, Osamu recognizes a sharp, stinging pain. An ache as part of him realizes that it could have been him. All along. All this time. Him. But the pain is muted, because part of him—most of him—still doesn’t quite understand.

“I think that was the first time I realized it.”

Osamu watches your face, maps the achingly familiar lines and dips and curves of your features as he tries to read meaning in the space between your words. But he still finds nothing.

“I liked you, Samu. More than I should have. Differently than I liked Tsumu, or Suna, or any other guy.” You laugh, but it’s a hollow, watery sound. “I realized it and it was awful.”

You’re waiting for him to say something, but Osamu is at a loss for words. No, that’s not quite it either. It’s not that he has nothing to say, but that he has everything he wants to say to you. To ask you. But he doesn’t know where to start, or how to sort through them, or even how to will his lips, teeth, and tongue to shape any of them.

“You… Y’know ya don’t have to say this,” his voice is tight, like a rope drawn to secure a knot not unlike the one in his throat, when he finally manages to speak. “Ya don’t have to pretend or convince yourself that you… felt the same as me. I care about ya too much to ever ask that.”

You laugh—a single, sharp, distinctly mirthless ha!—as you throw your hands up in exasperation. “There you go again not letting me have any say, Samu!” You punctuate your exclamation with a frustrated little sound. “Stop deciding things all on your own and just listen to me.”

That shuts him up again.

“I thought I was over it,”—you begin to pace once more, your steps slow and measured—“I really did. I told myself it would never happen and moved on because I never ever wanted to fuck things up between us. Between any of us.

“You told me that you’ve loved me your whole life, but you don’t know if or when something changed. I do. I had a singular moment that I could point to where I realized that if I did or said the wrong thing after that, I could fuck up something that meant more to me than anything else in the world. Even if you felt the same way I did, there’s no guarantee that something like that would work out. But if we tried and it didn’t work, we wouldn’t be able to just go back to how things were. So I told myself that no matter what I wouldn’t. No matter how hard it was or how awful it felt. I could get over it if it meant I never had to lose you. And it was fine. For years it was fine. We were fine. Everything was fine. And then I lost you anyway.”

You suddenly stop pacing and crouch down, your arms winding themselves around your knees as if to comfort yourself.

“That night, when you…” You swallow, and risk a glance up at him. “I don’t think I’m over it.”

Osamu feels like he might die. Maybe he did already. Maybe this is his life passing before his eyes, because it’s always been you anyway.

“But it’s scary, Samu,” your voice is so small, so vulnerable, when you speak to him again. You’re trembling as you hold yourself. “Aren’t you scared?”

Osamu is suddenly reminded of that fall day in the woods, so many years ago now. Reminded of two kids who didn’t know what they were doing. Who didn’t know anything. But who knew each other.

Slowly, Osamu crouches too—his joints cracking in protestation as he drops his body down to your level. Your eyes never leave his.

“Yeah,” he says, after a moment. Soft but sure. “‘Course I am.”

You let out a soggy, incredulous laugh, but it somehow doesn’t feel out of place. He watches as you reach up and scrub at your eyes.

“I love you,” Osamu says, because it’s true. Because there’s no other words he can possibly think to say in this situation. Because it’s the only thing that he has in his mind.

You look over at him, sniffling a little, wiping at your running nose with the back of your hand in a way that Osamu absolutely should not find as endearing as he does. “How can you just say it like that? Like it’s so easy?”

Osamu wants to laugh too, like you did earlier, but he worries that the sound might come off as almost hysterical thanks to the misplaced hope he can feel simmering in the pit of his stomach. “Sayin’ it’s the hard part, that’s why it took me so long. But I’ve spent forever lovin’ ya. S’always been the easiest bit.”

You choke back a sob, your head hanging defeatedly as your body slackens. You’re a ghost of the angry little thing that was outside of his door only a few minutes earlier, but more yourself now than Osamu has seen you in weeks.

“What about you?” he poses the question so quietly he might worry you didn’t hear him if not for how silent the dark shop is around you both.

“What do you mean?” You know what he means. He knows you know what he means. You’re stalling, trying to buy yourself time that’s run out now.

“Do you love me?” he asks, praying to anyone who’s listening that he’s been a good enough man up until this point to deserve the answer that he wants to hear more than anything else in the world.

“Of course I do,” you say evasively, refusing to meet his gaze. But it’s not the same. It’s not enough.

“But are you in love with me?” Osamu finally dares to ask.

There’s a stretch of the most painful, profound silence that either of you have ever experienced. It goes on for an eternity, though the clock hands in the corner say differently.

You still refuse to look at him, your gaze fixed instead to a point on the wall on the other side of the restaurant. Osamu watches how the light from the windows catches in the tears that cling to your bottom lashes.

“Yeah, I am,” you say, barely a whisper. You speak the confession like it’s the most terrifying thing imaginable. Like it's wretched.

And it is maybe, but Osamu’s never felt happier to hear anything in all his life—he feels a rush of something so visceral and elated flowing through him, he thinks he might pass out.

“Can I touch ya?” he asks hesitantly, his voice thick and unlike its normal tone. He hardly recognizes it as his own.

You peek over at him for the first time, and Osamu revels in the feeling of having your eyes on him. Delights in watching you watch him and knowing that behind the gaze is the same feeling as the one he holds inside of himself. You consider it for a moment, and he doesn’t dare rush you, but eventually—mercifully—you nod.

Osamu inches forward slowly and wraps you in his arms. Your body relaxes into his hold instantly, and he pulls you into his lap on the tiled floor. He holds you so tightly that he’s scared he might break you, but he still can’t find it in himself to be more delicate. You cling to him anyway.

It’s the first time he’s touched you in months, but every inch of you is still known to him. Still familiar in every way that matters. You smell the same. You feel the same. You’re soft and warm just like always. Osamu buries his face into the crook of your neck, and your fingers eventually lift to play with the hair at his nape. He holds you, and holds you, and holds you more—sating a thirst that’s been building for longer than the time the two of you have been apart.

And you let him.

You hold him too, in the same way.

“If I kiss ya, you gonna cry again?” Osamu asks you quietly after a while, his lips brushing against your throat as he murmurs the words.

You snort, your fingers twisting into the material of his t-shirt at his shoulders. Osamu peels himself away from you and looks up, and finds that your faces are so close. Too close, in any other circumstance.

His palm lifts, cupping your cheek in his hand, running his thumb against the smooth skin underneath.

“Shut up, Samu,” you say, a little smile twisting up the corner of your mouth.

And Osamu happily obliges by pressing his lips to yours.

#oh i am being hit with so much soft i could cry 🥺 sundays had been your idea 🥺 how youd been so worried in your tiny apartment 🥺 UGH #hq!!#osamu #i love that he watches reruns of atsumus games :((((#your presence was the only thing that helped ☹️☹️☹️ how much he gates paperwork but does his best to get thru it so he can bring u home #IM CRYING SO HARDBWLSKWKNZKSJS #HOW HE STUMBLED TO YOU OH I ALSKSNS I AM SOOOO #oh my god ih my gdo oH MY GOD. HOW HE FUMBLES WITH THE LOCK TOO 😭😭😭 HES SO PRECIOUS MY HEART IS ACHIDNFKSHS #osamu thinks youre pretty when youre mad :(( always has :(( IM SOOO SAD #he’s soooo… just sooooo. despite everything. he goes to you in a heartbeat. listens to everything you say. mY GOD #PLS THE WAY HE THINKS THIS IS GNA END IN A BRAWL 😭💀#you can keep going if you want <- WHERE CAN I GET A HIM. WHERE. ph my GOOOOOOD im clecnhing my chest #i looooove that he always gives you space. gives you time to say what you want to say. IMS O #JWKDNKENDJD WHEN U TELL HIM OF UR DREAM. OF HIM GETTIGN MARRIED AND HAVING A BABY AND IT BEING SUCH BAD THINGS. AND U COULDNT EVEN GET MAD #COS ITS KITA 😭😭😭😭😭😭#JAKXNSKNZJD IM CRYING SO HRD #oh my god. you looked for him first. im gonna cry BAWLING RN ACTUALLY #abf the emotions osamu goes thru oh i am just &/@.!:& this is making me feel a BAJILLION things #you looked for him and if it wasnt him u didnt care who it was anymore :(( IM CRYING 😭😭😭#iT COULD HAVE BEEN HIM AISNSKSNSJJSJS IMC RUIFN THE FIRST TIME U REALISED IT #oh god ih god ih god how u realised u liked him differently and way more than any other guy and it was awful <- SO REAL SO FELT IM CRYING #oh goooooood u know when it changed oh dosnxisnsksns #that reference to his confession IM SOBBING #HEKDNEJXJD IF IT MEANT I NEVER HAD TO LOSE YOUSSNJZJSJS IM CRYING CUEKDKDK IM CRYING!!!!!#im crying sooo hard rn #because its always been you anyway GOOOOOD IF DODNKDNXJDJD #oh my god when he crouches down :(( tells you ofc he is :(( oh my fod im shjsjzjs ACTUALLY SHAKING FROM CRYING #SOFT BUT SURE. COURSE I AM. COURSE HE FUCKING IS :(((#AND HWRB HE TELLS YOU HE LOVES WHEN HE FUCKING TELLS YOU OHHHB IM A MESS RN SUCH A MESS #he loves everything abt u even the way u rub ur snotty nose 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 im sobbingisnxjd

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Lookism Chapter 442 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made. The sole purpose of this is to provide summaries/reviews for each chapter so if you don’t want to see the rest of it, then just keep scrolling. It’s your choice.)

Time to cry all of our hearts out. 😫

Nuuuuuuuuuu poor babies 😭

OMGGGGG THE FIRST GEN. KINGS ARE HERE!!!!! AHHHHHHHH BRO I GOT MAD GOOSEBUMPS 😩

Ugh, this is making me feel touched and all. Everyone gathered in one place because they really respected him. Bruh, Imma cry again 😭😭😭 I hope Taesoo Ma, Gongseop Ji, and the rest of the First Generation would somehow investigate his death and avenge Jichang. 🙏🏽

YEEEEESSSSS DANIEL HAS ANOTHER ALLY!!!!! YESSSSS LET'S BUILD THIS CHARLES CHOI HATECLUB!!! 🔥

OHHHHHH. MYYYYYYY. GOOOOOOOD. JAKE IS SO FREAKING CUUUUUUUUUUUTE AS A LITTLE KID!!!!! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOD, I JUST WANNA HUG HIM AND CRADLE HIM IN MY ARMSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! 😩😩😩❤️❤️❤️❤️

HE REALLY IS CUTE THO WHEN HE WAS LITTLE. WHO WOULDN'T WANNA JUST GRAB HIS CHEEKS, PINCH THEM, GIVE HIM A PIGGYBACK RIDE, AND HUG HIM AND SQUEEZE HIM????? 🥺🥺💞💞💞💞

Ohhhh shiiiii, Jake gonna meet with Daniel there and THEY'RE GOING TO TEAM UP AND FIND JINYOUNG PARK AND TAKE DOWN THE FIRST AFFILIATE LIKE THE ACTUAL BOSSES THAT THEY ARE. 😎

Ohhhhh my- LINEMAN ABOUT TO GET AN UPGRADE!!!! IS THIS GOING TO BE HIS TRAINING ARC??? 👀

AYYYYYYYYYYYYY LETS GOOOOOOOOOO!!!! TIME TO TRAIN LINEMAN!!! BULK UP AND SHAPE UP BRO 💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽

Oh shit... 5th Affiliate. 💀 Did I mention that I don't like this phase of Eli? I mean, sure. You're doing this all for your family in Hostel, but there's another way to settle this and provide for them, no? I mean, you got friends bro. You don't have to shoulder the burden on your own. Learn how to depend and rely on those who you hold dear too.

King, it's ok. Just undrown yourself and stop siding with Workers.. 😀

I stg, this twink of a crew leader is afraid of Daniel Park. Little did he know, Daniel and James Lee are actually a team lol. I swear, it's like Eugene blames Daniel for everything now that Daniel tried to interfere with his plans. Mf would now blame him for everything and anything that doesn't work out.

Mandeok: *suddenly walks into Eugene's office* Eugene, the coffee maker isn't working anymo-

Eugene: IT'S HIS FAULT! IT'S ALL DANIEL PARK'S FAULT!!! HE ERADICATED SOME OF MY AFFILIATES, AND NOW HE'S AFTER MY COFFEE MACHINE?! Yuseong: *starts to rock back and forth in his chair, cradling himself while afraid of his brother's psycho outburst*

Come on stink, get it together. You're going coo coo now. I don't know why I thought of Eugene in this scenario. It was funny in my head.

Oh great. NOW, THEY'RE THERE. 🙄

WHO'S GOING 100 MPH ON THE MAIN STREET BRUH??? Also, who tf are YOU mf? 🤨

Also, omg. PTJ, do you always ctrl + c and ctrl + v on your characters' hairstyles or something? Because Warren doesn't look like Zack anymore, but now he looks like-

Like ok, I get it. You're addicted to the copy + paste hairstyles, but I don't wanna have to do this, but... Imma hand over the scissors to Eli and have him end the ctrl + c, ctrl + v era. 😭 Bc, wth is this shit? But they look good tho, ngl.

OHHH NAH NAH NAH NAHHHHHHHH. SOMEONE TAKE HIM BACK, FR. GOO, COME GET YOUR BRO LMAAAAOOOOOO. But oml. EVERYONE'S GOING TO BE AT THE FIRST AFFILIATE, I STG. THEY ALL GOING TO HAVE AN EPIC BATTLE LIKE SMASH BROS. OR SOMETHING, AND THEY'LL GO AT IT, IN ON FINAL BRAWL. And fr Warren, wth have they been feeding Logan for him to get THAT BIG? STEROIDS???

If he took, "I need a big boy" to heart, then I don't want it. 💀💀💀

Nah, it must be all that coke protein powder. Goo gave him a whole bucket of protein powder and Logan would be sniffing and eating it all.

Well, obviously "No." Logan. Also, HOT DOC IS BACK!!! Ofc he is. He's the main star of the First Affiliate.

THERE HE ISSSSSSS, THE MAIN MAN OF THE HOUR!!! 😩 LOOK AT HIM BEING ALL TOUCHY WITH ELI!!! Tbh I didn't know how to feel ab that. "Put these away, motherfucker." YTFJTYFGUYKGFJYGUHKIFUDFKILLUGYKF I'M LMFAOOOOOOOOOO ELI REALLY DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE. HE'S SO DONE.

What did he mean by "I'm not sure though?" 😀 Also, the way Logan said, "How cute is this bastard... Should I give you a kiss?" and Warren replying with, "I'm taken, so no thanks." MAN, WHAT IF YOU WEREN'T TAKEN? THEN WHAT? 🤨 ALSO, THE WAY HE SAID HE'S "taken" NOW BC HE HAS SALLYAHSIDFHSDFIUSHDFIUW. AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH THAT GOT ME SCREAMING.

AWWWWWW MAAAAAAAAN, I wOnDeR wHo CoUlD tHaT bE ??? Definitely, not Daniel Park.

OH MY GOD. ARE WE FR GETTING A LOGAN LEE VS. DANIEL PARK SHOWDOWN NEXT CHAPTER???? AYOOOOO??? HE'S GOING TO SEE DANIEL'S CURRENT FORM????????? AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M SQUEALINGGGG!!! 😆😆😆😆

"Will Logan Lee face off with Daniel Park soon? Will they ever find Jinyoung Park now? Who will be the next to arrive at the First Affiliate??? Tune in, next time ONNNN-"

Yeah man, F this.

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accidentally-in-fictional-love · 4 months ago

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Things I Noticed While Writing Light The Fuse: Part 1, Episode 1

I've been thinking about this idea for a while, and now that I'm halfway through the season I think now would be the perfect time to post these~ Gunna do one a day for the first five episodes, and then when the fic is done I'll post 6-10! So here's some things I noticed about the 3RP since I needed the episodes open for not only the script and actions, but also little details I missed upon my first viewings, as well as some shots I just really like~

Yay, starting off with Ethan of course 🥰 he never picked up his box of cigarettes and the ashtray is full, I wonder if he just blasted through the whole thing while he was waiting? According to the og script he was waiting a lot longer than 17 minutes, so I wonder if they were implying the wait was still long like this?

According to the script they're in Mississippi! I wonder why they broke the sign, maybe to enhance the timeless and placelessness of it all? Wait a sec is that the same bridge from the montage later? Just checked, it totally is, guess Ethan saw a lot of that gas station after that

Ethan is so fuckin cute this is me going back in time to kick my own ass for ever thinking I wasn't also in love with him. Also going back in time and learning how to pay attention cause literally I never once heard Bru's name that entire first watch. I even went to IMDB and tried to figure it out and failed. What a jackass.

Not the 3RP but I love how Joel draws Lyla's characters for her 🥰 this character is so good he actually unruined this name for me, before him it would always make me anxious for personal reasons so this guy means a lot to me

Matty!!! 🥰🥰🥰

Even when I wasn't in love with Matty I still thought it was hilarious how he just slides into frame lmao what an entrance 🥰 and now of course I'm in love with him so that grin gets me every time /)w(\

I'm literally in love with all three of them. Also Johnson hiiiiii 🥰 I was going so bucknutty the second I saw him lol I think I missed the entire show starting here. Also I never realized this was open to the outside and not just a big indoor garage until I started writing

This is the man I wanna kiss 😚 stole my heart instantly

This lil smile he's giving him ohmygosh so married /)w(\ it's super fast, I'm pretty sure I thought he was looking just at Ethan those first times

This is literally the funniest thing he could've said who even says this to a person one minute after meeting them

Matty's looks here kill me he's so confused about this he even looks to Johnson like ???

😳

Not gunna gif Matty's whole speech but god do I wanna be a Phoenix so bad he's sold me completely

crying sobbing thinking of the future where he does have someone to run to

He went in there, he counted all the Ghouls, and he walked back out with no trouble like there's no way he didn't get a single glance and they just let him scout and leave

He tossed that bag onto the hood and it was never seen again

Not Johnson opening the door for Matty but not Ethan 😭 so married!

He's the cutest thing on the face of the earth how dare I sleep on him for so long I'm kicking my ass 😩 he also lets out the cutest most high pitched giggle here he's so excited to start a fight! And he's already got the chain on he's ready to go! Also his little pocketwatch in his vest oh my goooooood /)w(\ oh hey Johnson looks at him right at the end there

Matty's mouth twitches when he's excited or gunna go feral! I will be pointing this out every single time cause I love this detail about him 🥰 also the look Johnson gives him lol he'll just do whatever Matty says won't he

Even back then I was like oh my god that's the hottest thing I've ever seen actually, I needed to fit this into F / U in any way I could and I'm so glad I was able to

And then he gets his ass kicked immediately lmao only Johnson and Ethan got any hits in this entire fight 😂 on a sadder note I think the only one he ever actually hits is Ethan ;w;

Did the whole frame this time cause Matty is just getting thrown around back there lmao also Johnson getting slammed into the wall and breaking his nose 🥺

The people in the background just watching lmao this is normal for them

These are the men I fell in love with 🥰

Them rolling around on the ground and moaning in pain while Johnson just strolls out is one of the funniest and hottest things I've ever seen in my life

Matty saying his big happy speech while Johnson looks hot as fuck and then there's Ethan just 😖 the entire time, not listening, doesn't care, he got stabbed

Matty fought too hard he made his tattoo come off lmao also I think he's got a rock stuck in his forehead from getting thrown out 😭

The fight's aftermath to top it all off

And that's it for part 1! A lot happens in this episode so I'll finish it up in part 2 tomorrow, thanks for joining me on this little adventure of mine, I swear it won't all be me sharing my favourite moments cause there really are things I noticed lol ❤️💛💙

#david dastmalchian #ethan reprisal #johnson reprisal #matty reprisal #Phoenix Details Series

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hihiiiiiii guess who read chappy 6

oh my god. ohhhhhh my god. they’re talking. they’ve talked. they’ve hit the right nail on the right head and!! talking!!!!!

the way the atmosphere immediately changes when xisuma enters with scar? delectable. the way both scar and xisuma panic when xisumas looking through grian’s code? delicious. the way scar realises that grian made the games for survival? gourmet.

AND OH MY GOOOOOOOD the fact that they’ve just learned grian made the games to feed himself and are now going to try and bring him into hermitcraft “when he’s good enough to walk”. and he won’t get better enough to walk if he’s refusing to eat from them as they can assume. so guess what will get him good enough to walk so they can bring him to hermitcraft. i don’t know. maybe. healing potions. which grain is planning on turning. into harming potions to. i don’t know. die.

and i lost the point i was originally going to make which was that they’re bringing him back to hermitcraft right after realising that he made the games for survival. hermitcraft. the server with members that we can assume still might hold a grudge. the server with members that we can assume are still scared of getting thrown into another game. they’re bringing him into the server while he’s starving. they’re bringing the STARVING man who makes games when he’s STARVING onto a server with a bunch of people who he’s brought into the games when he’s STARVING. and even if he doesn’t have the energy to make more games and if he’s soooooo intent not to do it again. that doesn’t change the fact that he was intent not to do it again the last twice and he’s currently starving. so even if he can’t make another game he’s going to be surrounded by people who only know that he’s starving and that never ends with anything good.

and the fact that grian phrased it as feeding off of negative emotions. so there’s definitely going to be a feast for him just because he’s coming back and they don’t even have the information to try and maybe spawn some happiness both because of the situation (grian dying) and they don’t know he just needs potent emotions in general!!!

anyways exploding you and exploding grian and exploding you again have a lovely day drink food eat water all that jazz!!!!

IS EXPLODED!!!!! im so glad you liked the chapter!!! :DDDD and im really pleased to see people starting to pick up on some of the little things im setting down for foreshadowing reasons >:]

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #compliments #SORRY THIS IS SUCH A SHORT REPLY the disabilities have me in their iron grip 2day #but i am SUPER happy that the way im setting things up is making sense to people #txt

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I’m a different anon, BUT FORD IN POTTY PANTS IM GOING TO SCREAM YESSSSSSSSSS. Oh my god, Stan getting them for him and Ford being humiliated just by looking at them. Stan taunting him like “look! They tell everyone what you are!” Stan not changing him until the wetness indicator is entirely blue. OH MY GOOOOOOOD FORD WOULD BE SO CUTE AND BLUSHY AND HORNY

YESSSSS I LOVE IT

ford is SO HUMILIATED and SO HARD god he's so fucking cute i love him

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thessalian · 2 months ago

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Thess vs TLOVM S3, Ep 9

I did finally get up the guts to play more Silent Hill 2 remake. The mods really have made all the difference. However, I do know better than to play that shit immediately before bed, so I'm going to ... do something else that might end up raising my blood pressure. Anyway...

Your leniency?!?

Yes, I know, this is a shitty situation, but stop talking and do something!!!

Thank you, Keyl-- Wait, Vax, WHAT?!?

Thank you, Grog! I-- Aw, come on! That's his second good idea in two episodes; let him take credit!

GROON! NO!

Holy shit, Kash and Zahra!

Nice flying, twins!

Oh, come on, Scanlan. The plan against Umbrasyl came damn close to working!

Come oooooooooon, Pike!

Ooooooh fuck.

EW oh shit-- Wait. What the fuck are you doing here?!?

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck this is bad.

You two need to stop distracting each other.

C'mon, Kaaash...

YES!

...NOOOOOO!

Ooooooooooh SHIT.

That was ... briefly beautiful.

Oh, Vax...

Yes. To business, you two.

That ... is some spiffy flying-- OH!

Oh noooooooooooooooooo...

COME OOOOOON, PIKE!

Oh, fuck.

I love Zahra. Even in the depths of her grief, she's so good.

Oooooooooooooooooooooooh holy fuuuuuuuuck...

Grog. No. NOT THE TIME.

THANK YOU, SCANLAN. USE THAT PERSUASION SCORE!

OH SHIT-- Thank you, dick lightning.

Yeah, Grog, that's what I just said. That's gonna get Poppa's attention!

I don't think hiding's going to help, guys...

Gooooooods, pour one out for Lance Reddick.

I PUNCH THINGS, heeee.

He's too tiny to fill the belly of even one!

Grog ... punches things! RUN GUYS, RUN!

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shiiiiiiiiit...

YES!-- NO! FUCK!

Oh no. Oh nooooo. We're going to get "FIX HIM!", aren't we?

Sort of, but ... I preferred the raging-grief.

Come ooooooooon, Piiiiiiiiiiiike... Please...

Waitwut--

Hooooooooooooly shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit...

And there goes the stone-- Oh fuck YOU.

Oh fuck-- OH! Yeah, that means little for her trustworthiness, but...

Wait where's he going?!?

Ooooooh... "I hear the laughter of my mother in the morning..."

This is some significantly anime shit going on here. But ... fuck it, it works. Bye, bitch!

Okay, so where'd Raishan go?

oooooh gods, so many... But Groon's okay! He didn't get squished like Kash. ...poor Kash!

Huh. He got revenge too, in a way, did Syldor. I guess that's the best he can do.

No, you kind of weren't wrong, Keyleth, given that Raishan only jumped in when Thordak was on the ropes, but ... you want to be generous, I guess--

Going. To see her. ALONE. THIS IS NOT A GOOD IDEA, KEYLETH.

Don't answer that question, Keyleth-- THANK YOU.

Wait. No. Noooooooo...

OH FUCK NO. NO YOU BITCH!

THANK YOU, VAX!

Ooooooooooh shiiiiiiit... That's an undiseased body, and an ancient red dragon dracolich would. Be. A. Biiiiiiiiiitch. Which ... I guess a bitch possessing a bitch...

Who wrote this? Kevin Burke and Chris "Doc" Wyatt, with help from Meredith Kecskemety from last episode. Kevin Burke ... lotta Ninjago, some MLP: Friendship Is Magic, lotta lotta Marvel. Doc Wyatt ... pretty much the same thing. Looks like Burke and Wyatt are a longstanding writing team. Which explains why this one managed the yo-yo ups-and-downs so well. So much "YES! WAIT NO! AAA!" I admire writers who can do that.

Right. That ... was ... I mean, I knew there was going to be adrenaline, but that much adrenaline ... I was not expecting, exactly. Not with two whole eps left. Then again, they have to find Raishan (and the teaser text on the next episode suggests that there might be problems there), and then they have to deal with Raishan the Dracolich, which ... I've been playing around with the idea of dracolich because reasons and ... that's going to be difficult as fuck. That on top of getting Scanlan out of his coma and Percy's soul out of Orthax's clutches. Because I guess no one ever really explained to the gang why Orthax needs people to die by gun. Or, maybe in the middle of that big-ass fight at the end of S1, at which point they probably wouldn't be listening.

Huh. That would make S1 and S3 both end with saving Percy from Orthax, if it pans out how I figure it will, given what I've heard. Because frankly, even if Percy was going to stay dead after that, he deserves better than to be Orthax's snack-pack for however long his soul lasts...

Hot chocolate, I think. That might help. And Omn1 reaction to what I just watched.

#Thess watches Critical Role #Thess liveblogs TLOVM #tlovm season 3 #tlovm spoilers

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Absolutely cackling at the idea of the Avengers and Fantastic 4 seated around the living room and Johnny's gloating about the Spidey fans he met; "They were the same kids from our fight a while back, remember? He called me out in the street," he directed at Sue, who nodded into her book.

Johnny smiled. "I'm so glad I got to apologize and let them know about the reconstruction - of the tea shop that I blew up? God, I couldn't stand it if doe eyes like those hated me forever."

He nudged Spider-Man next to him, who sputtered a little. "Doe eyes?"

"Yeah, big brown eyes," he grinned. "And cute, too. Who knew he'd have a crush on me?"

Spider-Man tensed beside him and laughed, "On you? Super-Billboard-Model? Who would?"

Johnny brushed back his hair and feigned distress. "Sue totally killed my image - she gave him sunscreen to give to me. The audacity," he stuck out his tongue when Sue sent him a finger, then turned back to his friend. "But anyway, do you know a Peter Parker?"

Across the room, Tony choked on his tea.

"You okay?" Sue sat up a little, but didn't leave her spot under Reed's arm.

"Yeah," Tony coughed into his arm, eyes red and laughing. He looked at Johnny, "You met my intern?"

"What!?" Reed stood from his spot on the couch and cried, "Nooo!"

If possible, Spider-Man would have liked to disappear. Outed twice in one day, is there a record?

This is how I imagine Tony would find out, if his home security didn't overhear Peter's almost-confession to May. I seriously want to write fanfics of your fanfics, you're so great! I hope you like the little drabble and have a good day!

oh my goOoOOood i love this soooo much haha!! tbh i would read your fanfics of my fanfics, this is gold! it’s super interesting to see how other people imagine the progression / big moments to come in my story, especially cuz you wrote it so well & in character! i’m in desperate need of other spideytorch fanfics to read so i’d love it if others started writing some too (and sent them to me 🤓)

i actually have a veryyyyy big & dramatic idea for how i want the 2 major reveals to happen in this story (tony discovering peter’s crush & certain people discovering peter’s identity) that i’m soooo excited to write, but hell this might be even better! i dunno if i’ll be able to top it, but we shall see. thank you for this!!

#anon #kind reader friends #or should i say #kind writer friends #asks #this was beautiful to read

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halt-kun · 5 months ago

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My Hero Academia Chapter 429 - I am here !!

I believe it's the chapter right before the final one so I'm hoping for something nice for Uraraka and Izuku

Look at my babies soooo cute and happy

Oh my god everyone looks so goooooood

Ojiro hugging Shinsou with his tail

Mina in a suit

Aizawa happyyyyyyyyyyyy yay

Oh so the final villain is here, the one we saw earlier,

very fucked up already

what kind of quirk will it be

I bet it'll be a reenactment of baby Tomura seeking help but better, maybe someone will have to intervene if his quirk gets out of control

People are rebuilding in a town that got destroyed and a lone child or teen that looks hurt wandering around is not noticed ?

WEIRD

Oh Ochako is having some survivor guilt

I'm scared for her

poor girl

Well getting back to business now

LET'S GOOOOOOO

traumaaaaaaaa

loooooooooove

So she was going to jump ???

Anyway, Izuku is going to confess

TRUE THAT

THANK GOD DEKUUUUUUU

soooo cute

so sweet

so romantic

finally a fucking straight romance I can get behind in a shounen (I had some others too but thank god

Not because of you sweetie, I don't remember well but it's not all your fault anyway

Learn what you did wrong and grow out of this experience, this won't help anyone, not yourself or any other to feel only bad about it

you have the right to cry though and take the time you need to get back on your feet but we'll be there to help you stand up again no matter what

You couldn't have been there for them in their hours of needs and you did well

now someone with a sewn shut mouth is walking around

find them out

Well no love confession tonight

everyone is there

True; they didn't know

noooooooo

(except Bakugou, the palemate)

everyone is so cute, even Monoma

Eri is listening to music again, what a cute child

Well cute but it's true you should focus on growth but don't forget some heroes are bad apples

Someone help the poor guy

he's all ragged up walking around

YEAH FUCKING REDEEEMED THE GRANDMA

GRAB HIS HAND, HUG HIM, BATH HIM, ADOPT HIM

bring him to a doctor

YAY

I knew it last chapter next week

well random lost child seemed to have some kind of blood quirk

why was he locked up ??? seems not as dangerous as Tomura's

ANYWAY

it was nice

no romance for now

Maybe I'm weird but I never understood why it was always kept for the end, you can have such nice plots while in a relationship too

anyway see yaaaa

#mha 429 #mha liveblog #mha spoiler #mha manga

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autobot-ratchet · 6 months ago

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MTMTE 7-8 (plus the 2012 Annual)

MTMTE 7

oh it's fucking cringelord time lmfAO I know we saw Tarn in the Hoist spotlight but here he is for the first time for real and I am going to roast this man alive every time I see him

oh my gooooOOOD, bro, I am immediately rolling my eyes just at the way he talks, this dude thinks he's a fuckin Bond villain, wine glass in one hand, petting his fancy cat with the other. I cannot believe how many people wanted to fuck this, could not POSSIBLY be me I could never be that embarrassing

aww poor Swerve, he never meant for Rung to get hurt

eeyyy it's the Scavengers, hell of a way for them to meet Fulcrum lmAO

I like how the person who's taking the thumb drive Red Alert left with Rung's body is definitely Drift but they made his shadow look more generic and didn't give it his giant thighs because then it would be too recognizable

I wonder, are all the weird, organic/machine hybrid experiments on this symbol ship, like, prototypes of Skorponok's organic decepticon he ends up making? I don't remember if that's ever explicitly stated but like. What else could all this weird shit be

eyyyyy it's Grimlock, I forgot that the Scavengers pick him up this early

MTMTE 8

honestly, good for the Scavengers for deciding “fuck the DJD, let's fight 'em” they're right and they should say it

first thing Grimlock does upon waking up is punch Tarn in the dick, attaboy lmAO

ooouughfgg I forgot that Chomedome learns what Skids's traumatic memory is this early in the story. Honestly, I forgot that a ton of things get set up way early in the story, hell, Skids starts asking people if they like music almost immediately after showing up

fucking GOOD for Fulcrum, telling Tarn to shut up and listen to his speech, god knows we've had to sit through at least two of Tarn's pretentious speeches so far, one per the two issues he's been in

ngl I kinda forgot about Flywheels entirely lmAO when he first showed up, I was like “I don't remember this guy being one of the Scavengers” but now I know it's because he fucking dies after one issue

MTMTE Annual 2012

I love how casually we're just shrinking down and fighting microscopic bad guys in Ultra Magnus's mouth. I also love how he has to smile to save himself from death. We're less than 10 pages in

aww Tailgate... he tries so hard to be friends with Cyclonus

poor Drift is so excited to see the Circle of Light again... he really does just never see any of them again, save for Axe's body way later on

fgdsjks and poor Magnus getting bullied by the crew, leave him alone he's sensitive

Poor Tailgate too, his little graduation ceremony gets all fucked. At least Cyclonus was there in secret

and poor Swerve as well, he feels so bad about accidentally shooting Rung

honestly I love this insight on Ore, I love when this comic gets to delve into characters who aren't part of the main squad, especially posthumously, it always makes me wonder what could've been if they got to stick around

ah yes, this was the issue that got me genuinely interested in Drift lmAO straight up, him getting angry enough to punch out Whirl had me like “Ooh? Spicy? Pretty boy's got some spice to him? Tell me more” and then he went on to become my favorite lmfAO

“Primus- Warrior God!” lol. Lmao even

oof oh Skids don't say those things..... it's so fucked how even though he does not remember The Traumatic Event, it's still pretty clearly coloring his perception of things on a subconscious level

ooh, interesting that Drift's the one who stops Chromedome from finding proof of god. Because he believes faith is more important or because he's scared of there being a definitive answer?

“you don't have to believe in a higher power to be overawed by the world around you” I love that, that's how I feel about it too. More than any kind of god, I believe in nature, this world, and the people on it. I think there's definitely something out there that's beyond our comprehension that made us, that made the universe as we know it, but that thing being an old bearded white man??? not so much that lmAO I don't know what the fuck made us and neither does anyone else, and in the meantime, we're stuck here on this planet with each other so we should focus on making life not completely miserable and worry about what comes after later

fuckin good for Swerve, telling Rodimus “No”

god this annual is so good lmAO it's about humanity! Yeah, yeah, they're robots but you get it! It's about choosing kindness, despite everything! It's about understanding, or at least making the effort to understand! It's about faith, in god, in the people around you, in everything! FUCK!!!!!!!!

I gotta admit, I'd been a bit worried bc throughout this re-read I haven't felt much strong emotion. That was always something I was worried about before finally reading the comic again, that fandom had drained me so much that I was no longer capable of feeling genuine enthusiasm for things I used to love, especially once I started going through my MTMTE tag chronologically and seeing how intensely I used to feel about it. I was genuinely worried that those feelings were gone forever but nah, this issue made me feel at least a fraction of that passion again, and while I don't know if it'll ever get as strong as it used to be, at least it's not gone and I know it'll grow the more I re-read

#mtmte retrospective

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