#ok I‘ll stop now

[dhs-in-disguise]

Oh oh! Oc stuff? How would Scatterbrain react to that one scenario I described in a post once: Night Terror in an Autobot cell, throwing a tantrum on the floor to the point where they decide to add a note to the outside of his cell that informs others that it's just a tantrum and not a reason to worry?

I don‘t think he‘d have much of a reaction,, cause he‘d be in the cell next to Night Terror, too focused on viciously rattling at the bars and screaming „LET ME OUUUTTTT!!!“ to care. Like this:

The only scenario where Scatters would be in a prison is if he‘s incarcerated himself, which isn’t very far fetched since he constantly ends up in jail anyway so I can see this happening like this

[viridescentelf]

Yandere elf x reader - Love Making

Character and Art belongs to @meo-eiru! Go follow her and love her 🫶(pushes all of you to her blog)

I am out of ideas, y‘all. I am so happy you guys love my dumb smut lol 🩷 really thank you! Idk if I‘ll do any more, unless specifically asked. Also, if meru is ok with it ✨

Warning: 18+ content, drugging, general nsfw, oral !

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He smothered you with his length.

You got brief respite when he exited, gasping in short bursts.

Silas was caressing your face with both of his hands, holding you in place. His soft thumb pressed lightly into your cheek.

„Good, good~“, he cooed breathily.

In his mind, he was just giving you your nourishment. He didn‘t fully understand why the milking made him feel so lightheaded, why he longed to do it over and over again. But mothers wrote in the baby books that it is a precious bonding ritual, one they never experienced before.

And surely, this was a feeling he hadn‘t experienced before.

Silas let his darling suck his teats every day, but because he was an elf, his milk was stored elsewhere. Of course!

He had a collection of instructional manuals he had consulted (Romance Novels) and they referred to this act as „love making“. What a beautiful term! Silas felt giddy whenever he thought about it. That‘s definitely what the situation in the spring was, too - it all makes sense now!

Letting out a few breathy moans, he felt you lick his tip, as he thrust gently forward. He had prepared you again, giving you long and deep kisses to fully drench you with his aphrodisiac tongue. It was impossible to stop yourself. The way his kisses made you forget yourself, wanting him. You knew now how hard you could come with him just in you. It was annoying to admit, but you wanted more.

You looked up at him and a flush of purple filled his ethereal face.

„K-keep drinking, my precious…“, he huffed. He was holding himself, pointing it at your open lips.

You let your tongue fall out. You could see him gasp inaudibly from arousal at the sight of you. It was kind of fun to tease him. He looked beside himself, whenever he was close.

Your tongue brushed his tip again and he shivered. He was gently holding the back of your head, his fingers laced within your messed up hair. You could feel him push you forward softly.

Without warning you swallowed him as much as you could. Silas yelped at the feeling of you jerking your head forward vigorously. The sounds he made were so pitiful. You couldn’t get that much of him in your throat, but the mere velocity and sudden depth made the elf convulse and shake uncontrollably. He was trying to hold back, but it was futile.

He exploded with a guttural squeal. You felt his seed plummet into your throat and you quickly released your mouth to avoid choking. More overflowed onto your face, the most of it was dripping out of the sides of your mouth though. You swallowed harshly at the load.

Silas was immobile, his arms twitching by his massive side. He didn‘t speak for a while either, so you just sat there in silence with faint sounds of dripping.

Finally, Silas sat up with a flushed face. Dried tears stained his cheeks as his lip quivered.

„Darling… y-you were hungry, weren‘t you?“ he was trying to talk in his melodic voice, but you had taken his ability to be graceful.

You brushed some semen off your chin and stared at him.

„Oh, let me!“, he grabbed a beautiful doily he had been embroidering with donkeys and cows on it. He read babies like barn animals.

He wiped your face clean.

„There! All clean,“ he beamed down at you. Still feeling a bit sticky, you asked if you could go wash your face. He clapped his hands frantically, proud of you, for whatever reason.

Silas‘s semen didn‘t smell like normal cum. It had a strange, soothing scent to it. You stood over the basin and sniffed your hand a few times. What was in his damn bloodstream that made everything about him smell so fucking divine?

In the background, you heard Silas practice some lullaby, poorly.

Evidently, it was time for bed.

[vscabarca]

heyy!! how you doing? i hope you're ok!! I saw you had your requests open soo what do you think of gavi x brazilian!reader where she's a friend of natalia (raphinha's wife) and meets him at a team's reunion at raphinha's house where he overheard she talking to the other wags saying she's had a crush on him ever since the world cup but he's so embarrassed and shy about it because gorgeous woman knows he exists and likes him so he panics at that and even his friends try to help (after of course teasing him in all ways imaginable) so they end up locked in a spare room in the house and finally talk and he realizes they actually have a lot in common and asks her out and she kisses him. hope you like it!! goodnight or day love!!

brazilian charm - pablo gavi

summary: Brazilian reader meets Gavi again after a year of not seeing each other at Natalia‘s party. What will happen when they are locked up in a room together?

genre: fluff

a/n: such a cute requesttt!!!! thank you sm!

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„Natalia!“ You squealed, happy to see your friend after such a long time. It was Natalia‘s, Raphinha‘s wife’s birthday and as you recently moved here, she gladly invited you. Natalia embraced you in a long hug, swaying back and forth with a drink in her hand.

„I‘m so glad you could make it!“ She grinned and finally let you go. „Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for anything!“

„Come on, let’s introduce you to my friends.“ Natalia swiftly grabbed your hand and led you through the crowd of people, saying hello here and there as you walked by. Not far away were Fermin and Pablo, both comfortably sitting on the couch, observing the scene. The two didn’t see you at first, so you made a mental note to go over to them and say hello after you’ve met Natalia‘s girlfriends. Pablo and you already met each other during the World Cup in Qatar. You travelled alongside Raphina‘s wife, watching the games of the Brazilian National Team and came across the Sevillian midfielder. You hit it off quite well after spending some time together.

„I‘ll go and say hello to Pablo, be right back.“ You informed Natalia and her friends, and walked towards the couch. Pablo finally saw you wander towards him and he couldn’t stop but smile.

„You’re staring hermano.“ Fermin said under his breath as he saw how his friend couldn’t take his eyes off you.

„I am not.“ He fired back but they couldn’t continue bickering as you were standing in front of them.

„Hey guys.“ You politely said and gave each of them a hug. You emerged into light conversation, but it was incredibly awkward between you and Pablo. Both didn’t really know what to say so Fermin was the one leading the conversation.

„What are you doing here? Don’t you live in Rio?“

„I did until a few weeks ago, my model agency is now based in Barcelona.“ You explained, getting surprised looks from the guys.

You were about to ask Pablo about his knee, but Natalia came over, claiming she urgently had to speak with you.

As you were gone again, Fermin‘s attention turned back towards his friend.

„Heard that?“ He nudged his shoulder but Pablo was still looking at you from afar.

„What?“

„She lives here in Barcelona now.“ His eyebrows wiggled up and down, trying to gain some reaction from the midfielder.

„Do you think she’s seeing someone? I mean I wouldn’t be surprised if she was, but-„ That wasn’t even what Fermin had asked, but he already could sense Pablo had a thing for the Brazilian girl. He actually found it funny how Pablo was blabbering about her, so he decided to ask someone who surely knew if she was single or not.

Pablo was too slow to stop his friend from grabbing Raphinha‘s arm.

„Do you know if Y/n has a boyfriend?“

Raphina started laughing, shaking his head.

„I don’t think so. Why? does Pablito still have a crush on her since the World Cup?“

Pablo swiftly turned his head, surprised he knew about his attraction towards you.

„It’s a bit obvious.“ Raphina said and patted his head before walking away again.

In the meantime Natalia dragged you back to her friends, giving you a drink and started with the gossip about relationships and what not.

„As someone as gorgeous as you, you must have a lover right?“ Dayana, Vitor Roque‘s wife, asked you.

You shook your head slightly, feeling your cheeks head up. You were about to respond but Natalia was quick in jumping in.

„She still hopes Pablo will magically ask her out, even though Y/n knows he’s even shyer than her!“ Natalia scolded you, earning roars from her friends.

„Pablo? You mean Pablo Gavi?“ Mikkey asked for confirmation, to which you nodded again.

„How cute!“ Dayana chimed in a bit too loud.

What you didn’t realize to that time, Pablo stood not that far away from you, hearing what was said in these last few minutes. He swiftly turned his head towards Fermin and Pedri who joined the two not too long ago. They were both grinning at their younger friend, nudging him several times. But Pablo was terrified. What was he doing now? You were a gorgeous woman having a crush on a guy who was kicking a football around. His friends noticed the panic in his eyes and were quick to help him.

„See? she likes you too, now go and ask her out.“ Pedri spoke and already wanted to push him towards you but he stopped.

„Yeah no.“

„What no? Yes!“ Fermin interrupted and slapped the back of his head.

„Oye! I don’t even know how to ask a girl out, especially not one who’s as pretty as she is.“ Pablo could be so stubborn and shy sometimes, preventing him from doing things he wanted to do, just like now asking the girl out on a date he liked for over a year.

The party went on with you and him exchanging a few more words but neither did something about their little crushes. You then saw Natalia and Fermin whisper something to each other, but you couldn’t tell what they were on about. Natalia then walked over to you, a smug smile plastered across her face.

„Y/n could you grab me some blankets from our guest room? Fermin and his friends wanted to sit outside but it got a bit too cold. I would do it but I need to check on Gael.“ You were already on your feet, giving Pablo a quick smile before disappearing upstairs to grab the things Natalia asked you for.

In the guest bedroom you searched for these bloody blankets but just couldn’t find them anywhere. The door suddenly opened and Pablo stood in the doorway next to you.

„Gosh Pablo you scared me.“ You exclaimed, clutching your chest and let out a huff. He chuckled, wanting to say more but right then the door closed and the lock turned. Both your heads turned towards the door. Confused, Pablo made his way to the door and tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge.

„These idiots.“ You said with an open mouth, knowing exactly Natalia did that on purpose. Pablo only burst out laughing, throwing his head back.

„That’s why Fermin and Natalia were talking so much together.“ He concluded and sat down onto the bed. You took a seat next to him, leaning back onto your hands.

„Someone has to take away the alcohol they drank.“ You grinned and so did Pablo.

„Anyway, I guess we have to spend the time here until they’ve had enough fun with their plan.“

Pablo plopped down onto the bed and you did the same, turning your head so you were looking at him sideways.

„How have you been after the World Cup? We kinda lost touch.“ You said, feeling your heartbeat increase. He looked beautiful.

„We did.“ his mouth formed into a thin line, probably also not liking how you lost contact after the tournament. „But I‘ve been doing good, except for the knee injury but I‘m feeling much better already. What about you?“

„I‘m doing great, a lot of live changes but I couldn’t be happier here in Barcelona.“ Pablo smiled sweetely and you caught his gaze shifting quickly from your eyes to your lips.

„You look very pretty today, even prettier than I had remembered.“ Your heart fluttered at his words and your mind drifted to the nights you spent sneaking outside the hotel room to meet Pablo to head up to the rooftop and look at the stars.

„You’re very handsome yourself. You’ve always been.“ You complimented back and it seemed like you two scooted closer.

„Now that you’re in Barcelona… is there a chance to take you out on a date?“ You immediately grinned and nodded your head, then leaned in closer.

„May I?“ Pablo whispered, his gaze shifting again from your eyes to your lips. You gave him a quick nod again, your hand already drawing him closer by his neck. The fire in your body intensified as he crashed his lips onto yours, making you sigh contentedly. You never wanted to let him go. Pablo pulled you closer by your waist, kissing you until there was no air left.

As you both broke apart, you broke into little fits of giggles, both still a bit shy from the kiss you just shared.

„Natalia! let us out now!“

[chaotic-starlight24]

Adding to my Friendly Suitor AU :D (Will most definitely be posting art of it :)

Little Wolf is a nickname that Antinous gives Telemachus in a kind way. He mainly called him that when he was little but he still calls him that occasionally. The Little Wolf song is less aggressive and Antinous uses it to pump Telemachus up before training.

Antinous is one of the few who actually respects Penelope’s wishes and him and Amphinous fend off suitors who are usually way too young and rude. Penelope has actually become good friends with Antinous and though she is confident Odysseus will come home, she has made the decision that if he truly doesn’t Antinous is her first choice.

When Telemachus was younger, he would have nightmares occasionally and he knows Penelope is busy weaving so he would run to the courtyard where all the suitors would be staying. Then he would wake up Amphinous or Antinous and tell them he can’t sleep. Then some more of the group would wake up and they would all let him talk through it and comfort him. They would usually tell funny stories to calm him down or just look up at the stars.

Before Odysseus left, Antinous was the same age as him and slightly envied his position. He could be somewhat passive-aggressive to him and such. But he has matured since then and greatly respects Odysseus for having the courage to leave his kingdom to fight.

Penelope is a lot more relaxed about things since she doesn’t have to worry so much about pushy suitors since the group that respects her will fight those who don’t. Though some of the respectful are growing a bit impatient Antinous keeps them in check. He is the only one who found out Penelope’s trick of undoing her weaving, but he didn’t tell her that he knew.

When Telemachus goes on his trip, Antinous has a plan to surprise him once he gets home and celebrate him becoming an adult. (It’s like that parody of Hold Them Down) He’s very excited about it and Amphinous and Penelope have to stop him from making undoable plans. “And then we can have a feast! With uh, with the whole kingdom! All to celebrate him!!!” “We don’t have a big enough table for that! Or enough food.” “I‘ll make a bigger table! And more food!” “ANTINOUS NO.”

When Odysseus comes back and begins killing suitors, Antinous and Amphinous immediately pull out their weapons and get ready to defend Telemachus. They honestly didn’t realize who it was. They are the last ones found instead of Antinous dying first. Telemachus hides behind a pillar, breathing hard, as they begin to face off against him. Antinous gets shot and stabbed and lays dying on the floor and Amphinous lunges for Odysseus and gets stabbed in the process. Odysseus stands there with the bodies of suitors behind him and now Antinous on the brink of death. Odysseus goes to stab him again but Telemachus runs out and shouts for Antinous. Ody recognizes his son and watches in horror as Telemachus does all he can to stop the bleeding from Antinous while telling him it will be ok, he starts singing “Little Wolf” to him and Antinous manages to open his eyes. “It will be alright. Your real father is here. I’m really proud of you, Little Wo-“ he then goes limp in Telemachus’ arms. Telemachus sits in shock, shaking badly and looking at his blood-covered hands. He eventually turns and faces Odysseus. Tears start falling from his eyes and he begins screaming at him “WHY WOULD YOU?! WHO EVEN ARE YOU!” He keeps screaming and crying as he tries his best to shake Antinous awake as Ody stands with his bow and blood-covered sword, his own eyes becoming shiny as he realizes what he’s done.

Well hope y’all are enjoying this AU! I think it’s very fun to work with :D

[alexa-fika]

I’m at whole cake rn and can’t stop thinking about reader who happens to be Sanji’s little sibling he adopted while on the sea going with Sanji to see Germa. Bonus points if it’s winged child reader!

Love you sm!!! 💖💖

Danger Skittles ( Sanji x male!winged!child!reader)

A/N: So proud of that tittle, I havent read this arc so I had the manga next to me as l wrote so I hope it is good, maybe not a COOK but it is a cook, ya know? Sorry this oke took so long as I said Im going trough a hard moment rn. Also I will be taking those bonus point in the form of kisses Pay up 🫴🏼

Btw PISSED CAUSE TUMBLR FROZE WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO HIT POST, HAD EVERYTHING READY AND IT GOT DELETED THIS IS THE SECOND TIME I HAD TO DO THIS, thank God I write my things in grammarly and them I copy paste them here cause other wise I would have rage quit yall. IT DID IT AGAIN

Dividers by @/saradika

“Sanji-nii, I don’t like this; your family sounds scary, and they want to hurt Big Brother.”

“I know…I know…I‘ll get us out of this,” he promises his brother, walking down the familiar hallways he had grown up in, the walls that his brothers tortured him in, walking into the dining hall and taking his seat, placing the young child on his lap, ignoring the talk of his brothers

Reader munches on the food Sanji passes to him as he huddles close to him, trying to shield himself with his wings to avoid the crude commentary of his family

“Just ignore them,” he whispers to the boy, rubbing his wings, gently stroking his hair, shielding him from the insults,

“These idiots aren’t worth it.”

“Okay”

Niji soon notices that his insults are not reaching his brother, so he switches his anger to the head cook, berating her for making them ‘vile food.’

Commanding her to stay still, with a sadistic grin on his face, he aims his plate and lunches it towards her face until Sanji quickly moves Reader from his lap, placing him on their chair, as he steps in front of Cosette to stop the incoming plate.

“Just what do you think you are doing, you bastard?” he hisses at his older brother, protecting the cook and shielding her from harm.

Reader Awe at his brother's actions grin growing when he sees Sanji bend down, turning towards Cosette and complimenting her on the food

Cosette chuckles nervously. She’d seen them react violently to her cooking before, but Sanji’s reaction was one she’d never seen before, his compliment catching her off guard, causing her to turn a faint pink color, her cheeks rosy.

Reader’s cheer soon changed into warning screams, seeing as Niji stomped towards him, aiming a kick his way

“Sanji-nii!!”

Sanji quickly turned around at the sound of the screams, having no time to make a move as his brother’s leg was brought rapidly down only to stop right in front of Sanji as his father ordered him to stop

“Let me go!” The boy screams, flapping his wings furiously, struggling against Judge’s grasp as he takes hold of him

“ Your mistakes keep growing. May I attribute that to this amalgamation here and this man?” he said, shoving a picture of Zeff and Reader for Sanji to look at, the sound of the child’s wings still echoing around the rooms as they struggle against the man’s grip

“I suggest you cooperate with the marriage to Pudding lest you want both of their heads rolling at your door,” he said, dropping Reader, watching him flutter back to Sanji

He walks out of the room, the rest of his children following him, glancing back at Sanji, who by now has kneeled down to comfort The child

“Make sure tomorrow’s ceremony goes without a hitch, you know what we are capable of,” he said, leaving the room

Sanji was left staring at the floor in shock and anger and then at his brother’s teary and fear-filled eyes

After a minute, he had collected himself; he looked back at Reader, his hand petting his wings gently

“ It’s going to be fine, it‘s going to be fine… ” he tells him, placing his arm around him, trying to protect him as much as he possibly could.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Sanji-nii!”

“No, there’s nothing to apologize for; I promise you’re not doing anything wrong, okay?” Sanji says softly, brushing his wings and playing with his hair gently to soothe them

“But now, because I’m here, they are making you do things you don’t want to do!”

“ Hey, hey, listen to me, you hear me? “ he says softly,

“This is not your fault, do you understand? This is not your fault,” repeating himself,

“This is not. Your. FAULT! You got that?”

“Bu-

“No buts! Understand?” Sanji says firmly, grabbing hold of his wrists, stopping them from saying another word,

“ I said it’s not your fault. Am I clear?”

“O-okay,” he nods, rubbing at his eyes, trying to rid himself of the tears not cascading from them

“Will Papa Zeff be okay?”

Sanji sighs softly,

“ I promise I will make sure the old fart is okay,” he whispers to his little brother, his eyes shining with determination.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yeah.. but I don’t know what’s going on, im scared. Why did Big Brother fight Uncle Luffy? Why did we have to leave the straw hats? Why did they want you to marry that woman? And why are you wearing cuffs?”

Sanji's heart sinks when he hears his brother start asking questions. He knew it was only a matter of time before he started asking questions, and he deserved to know the truth, but he was not so sure the harsh honesty of reality is something he could take, so he decided to hold most of the facts back.

“It’s… it’s complicated, ” he begins, his tone is serious as he continues,

“ Just know that all of this will be resolved soon...”

“ I promise I’ll answer all your questions later, but right now, we have to stay focused, okay?” he whispers softly to his brother, caressing his chin with his finger gently.

“I need you to be brave, just for a little bit longer, okay? “ he says, his voice a gentle, soothing tone as he takes his little brother’s hand and stands up, placing him on his feet,

“ I know I can count on you, don’t I?

“Yeah”

Sanji smiles, hugging the small boy

“Thank you. This is why you’re my favorite.”

“That’s because your brothers are assholes, Sanji-nii.”

Sanji’s head snaps to the toddler, shocked at his words, eventually letting out a baffled chuckle

“Normally, I would have you in timeout for using those words, but I ‘ll let it slide in this situation.”

He smiles mischievously, his eyes still tear-filled, and his body stiffed with the exchange they had had with Judge

“Im glad Big Brother is not an ass like the skittle men.”

“Okay, don’t push it.”

Maybe part two when Nil takes revenge on Cosette? I know that last part was kind of out of nowhere and a lil bit occ but I had to get that comedy in, I had to its in my DNA

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[petruchio]

PLEASE share your midnights Matty softlaunch theory, it’s such an odd and (to me at least lol) fascinating album

ok so. im going to go into insane detail track by track, but i think midnights makes sense (almost) if we read it as a journey through deciding to leave joe and we read mastermind as being a matty song — so the album is mostly her wondering if this thing she feels with matty is real or in her head, and then wondering, if it is real, if it’s worth it to make the jump. and i think she was ready to do it, and midnights would’ve been basically the matty “announcement,” but then she and joe made up and the 3am tracks are kind of damage control to confuse the narrative and make it less obvious. but we have to do a bit of digging. so let’s dive in.

(obvi we don’t know what happened for real. but it’s just fun to speculate!!!)

we open with lavender haze. and here we see taylor desperate to stay in the happy, peaceful relationship she’s in — she doesn’t WANT to get married, she doesn’t WANT to be talked about, she doesn’t WANT anything more. she just wants this. it’s enough for her. …or is it?

because immediately, we move to maroon. we go from a pastel purple color to various shades of red, changing the image and flipping back through memories. and these memories call back to a lot of 1989 era imagery — we get the wine stain from clean, the rosy cheeks from wildest dreams, new york… that’s a real fucking legacy to leave. something triggered this little trip down memory lane. maybe they hung out, or someone said something, who knows. but i think this is where the cracks in the lavender haze begin.

and so after all that she takes us to anti-hero. it’s me, hi, i’m the problem. i think this is probably the precursor to guilty as sin? — it’s saying, oh no. i’m the problem, fantasizing about my ex again (i dream of cracking locks, throwing my life to the wolves/i wake up screaming from dreaming) and acknowledges that joe is going to leave her when he finds out (one day i‘ll watch as you’re leaving)

but she can’t stop. the fantasy continues to grow in snow on the beach. this song is filled a bunch of space/sky imagery — “a few moons ago,” “stars by the pocketful,” “your eyes are flying saucers from another planet.” let’s keep track of that imagery. (we’ll return to the all space stuff in a big way in down bad, but don’t worry, it’ll reappear on midnights.)

and then there’s the realization of you’re on your own kid. that’s right — you’re on your own, and you always have been. i think this is her deciding to separate her sense of identity from joe. and the first verse brings up a lot of images we see come back on ttpd: “summer went away, still the yearning stays” -> “another summer/rolling thunder/he don’t understand me” and “it’s okay we’re the best of friends” -> “but tell me who else is gonna know you?” and “you’re smoking with your boys” -> “you needed drugs more.” it’s tempting to interpret the first verse as a retrospective on her teenage years, but it could just as easily be about falling for matty while they were “just friends” and she was still with joe. but i think in yoyok she’s still trying to convince herself it’s not real: “just to learn that you never cared.” matty doesn’t want her, she thinks. but she has her songs. maybe that’s all she ever needed?

this triggers an even larger dive into the past: midnight rain. now she’s wondering if the reason she’s so resistant to marry joe is just a repeat of old patterns, so she dives into the past looking for answers. i maintain that midnight rain is about the muse of debut and i think it’s her looking over her own past and trying to make sense of what’s happening now. am i the problem? was i always the problem? am i incapable of marriage or is it just with this guy?

so now she has to know. she has to get answers. is this fantasy about matty her just replaying old patterns of leaving when things get serious? or is this thing she feels with matty something real? basically, can i ask you a question…? we don’t even need to dive any deeper into the 1989 era of it all. this song is pretty obvious. note that we return to the space imagery though: “does it feel like everything is just like second best after that meteor strike?”

i don’t feel like talking about vigilante shit because it’s a bad song but suffice to say i think it’s just her being admitting she’s okay sometimes being the villain. other than that it’s not really relevant to the matty narrative.

so then we get bejeweled. which was strange when it came out and hasn’t gotten less strange, but it’s kind of another step in deciding to leave joe behind. she can’t marry him, because she’s not sure matty isn’t actually the one for her. “when i meet the band, they ask do you have a man, i can still say i don’t.” is the band… perhaps… the 1975? and this is when she leaves. “what’s a girl gonna do? a diamond’s gotta shine.” she sets herself free. you can try to change her mind, but you can’t. she polished up real nice.

and then we get labyrinth. which to me only makes sense as a post-joe song. “it only hurts this much right now.” “i’ll be getting over you my whole life.” “break up break free break through break down.” but what saves her? the person who comes in right at the last second: matty. he turns the plane around. remember all the space imagery? my flight was awful thanks for asking? well, here he is. uh oh, i’m falling in love again.

and actually… she loves it. it feels like karma. (or maybe destiny.) for all her work, all her struggle, all her pain, she gets the guy in the end: the years of pining and coded songs all add up to this.

but she can’t hate joe. she could never hate him. she might have wanted to leave, but it wasn’t because he treated her badly. he never wanted anything from her. just sweet nothing. i don’t think sweet nothing is a breakup song; it was probably even written as a love song. but its placement on the tracklist makes it feel like a goodbye. “they said the end is coming,” she says. but she needed someone who saw her that way. it’s an i will always love you song. it’s a thank you.

and so we close: mastermind. the planets and all the stars aligned from snow on the beach and question. we’re up in space now. she’s been planting these seeds since back in 2014… and now she has him. matty. she did it. all the wisest women had to do it this way. doesn’t that sound like fucking politics and gender roles? the liquor in the cocktails that she’s always drunk on when she’s around him? but he knew the entire time. she’s a mastermind.

okay so that’s the standard edition. the bonus track being hits different makes sense if it’s the joe breakup — “it hits different this time.” she’s left people before, but never like this. she’s SAD! she’s waiting for his key in the door but it never comes. she might have been the one that left, but it still hurt like never before.

but the 3am tracks are the last bit of the puzzle. and here’s where i think we can take taylor’s word for them as sort of “vault tracks” because they don’t fit in the narrative of midnights, but they tell a story in themselves. and that story is of her and joe getting back together after all this.

the first one she tacks on is the great war, a song about making up after a fight. so she puts that one to first, to reassure that they actually made it through. then i think we get the “cutting room floor” tracks — that is, they’re out of order but all part of the larger story. we get another heartwrenching goodbye in bigger than the whole sky, a return to the delusional lavender haze and staring at the ceiling in paris, a song about cheating in high infidelity. all thematically relevant, but not perfectly fitting into the narrative of the original record.

then we get glitch, which imo is also a matty song. “depending on what kind of situationship im in” read: if joe and i are off or on. “2190 days of our love blackout” read: six years since the 1989 era where they dated originally. “nights are so starry” brings us back to the space imagery, the glitch video on spotify glitching to the 1989 tv of wildest dreams… “it must be counterfeit” will come back too, in loml when she says “something counterfeit is dead.” but here… it’s only getting started.

would’ve could’ve should’ve again sees her examining her patterns with toxic men, and begins a lot of the religious theming we’ll see return on ttpd. and then we close with dear reader, a song about self-loathing, and begging the listener not to take her advice because she’s not really a good person. she admits it: she cheats, she lies, joe has left her alone in the house (not a home, cause nobody’s there.) “you should find another guiding light,” she tells us. but she shines so bright…

anyway yeah. that’s my extended theory. i think it was supposed to be the goodbye to joe and mastermind was introducing matty, but then when they patched it up, the narrative changed and 3am tracks got added on and changed the direction. (it makes sense if those tracks were added on late, since they weren’t available physically for a long time after the record was released. hits different, the song about breaking up with a long term partner… was.) we could deep dive into every song and analyze the lyrical parallels with 1989, folkmore, and ttpd too (don’t get me started on the 1 and cardigan) but we’ll save that for another time.

and of course, we all know what happened next. but we wouldn’t be here without the chaos that was midnights. without it, we might never have gotten an answer to that one, burning question…?

now we have the answer. the only thing that’s left… is the manuscript.

[moon0fairy]

Ted Lasso finale 3x12 haha:

„That was a crime“ „Speaking of which.. Rupert Manion“

…. They really know how to subvert an audience, they reallyhad me there for a sec…

This poor cleaning lady

Judge Mcadoo damnn

Dani whuuut he‘s innocent your honor!!!!

Aww Jamie putting more money in

Expensive dinner huh

Is Roy and Keeley scaring each other gonna be a running gag now

„Stuff“ (Jamie)

Beard for the love of god leave this woman

TRENT🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Beard already underlining (just to make Trent nervous)

So everyone already knows about Ted leaving…

„Whatever you guys want“

Oh god

KEELEY TRENT INTERACTION

Keeley and Jamie hugging and you see Roy between them oh boi

Are we finally getting a Trent and Ted scene

„I just want you to like it“

Royoo🥹🥹

Me seeing Roy and Jamie fight: please just shut up and kiss

Now they‘re just idiots

If you go I go

Not them both showing up beaten up by Keeley

„You should just pick“ (if she says why do I have to pick when I can have both I‘ll scream)

Yeah honestly better choice

Ohh finally the Ted and Nate talk

They should paint „Believe“ on there honestly

MICHAEL OMG

Well Dr Jakobson that was rude (the look between Henry and Michelle)

ROY

Trent raising his finger every time he wants to speak

TRENTS HAIR IS PERFECT

Nate can finally talk about his girlfriend🥹

Damn that‘s a big avocado

No more Van Damme!!

This video sucks I don‘t want to cry already (apparently they had the same problem)

(Spotted Trents hair behind Ted)

Zorro literally blocked every score last game what‘s going on???

Awww all got a believe piece

Also that was the book Ted gave Jamie in the first season wasn‘t it?

Getting a new one would be easier but it‘s for the ~symbol~

ISAAC LETS GO

Huh???

Not the guy😂😂😂 (Barbara having the time of her life)

Rupert and his stupid villain coat

🤢🤢

Sassy also having the time of her life

TED KNOWS THE GAME

Jamie is doing the thing !!! From season one !!!! So many throwbacks!!!!

🥳🥳🥳🥳

COLIN !!!!!

So Rebecca didn‘t sell the club?

Ussie guy !!!!

Beard please leave Jane (also Ted please leave too and run into Trents arms)

NOOO WE GOT BEARDS NAME

Nooooo go with him😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

BOAT GUY OMG

TED WOULD NEVER MISS BEARDS WEDDING WTF

Also Dani giving us the poly representation ok!!

The ending was just me crying so no comment on any of that even tho I have thoughts but I need to stop crying first 🤣

[spark-yukinghoul]

If you still do requests? Then would you like to try out a crossover with Sonic and mha? With chapters? About Kit from the IDW comics accidentally comes to the mha universe without Surge and as soon as he finds out about it. He gets a small break down. Since he was "programed" to protect and help Surge as much as possible. But now that Kit isn't there anymore he doesn't know what to do anymore.

But that is until Aizawa finds him and after hearing about that he wants to help Kit. Kit takes it a bit extreme where instead of Aizawa doing it. Kit will try and protect him instead so he still has a purpose in life from what he was "programed" to do.

So we will have like a lot of funny moments where Kit tries his best to protect Aizawa where it even ends with them (forceful from Aizawa pov here) leaving the other pro heroes. But they will think that Kit has kidnapped him but by mistake since since Kit has trust issues.

I don't have anymore to my idea for now but if you like it? Then I am curious to figure out how would you do it. And if you don't get any? Then following the mha timeline works too ok. ^^

I like the idea luv, but imma need to look into the characters from sonic you mentioned, i have no idea who this Kit or Surge is- and i stopped writing in POV‘s, yet it is a unique style and my first request! I‘ll give it my best shot! Thanks for requesting and I’ll try my best with the story!

[dhs-in-disguise]

Really wanted to draw more of @glacia-posts / @glacias-transformers-blog‘s OC Night Terror so memes and this silly thing it is (yes that ask about metal music was me, while doing the meme drawings I listened to that cover and it seemed to fit Night Terror (and I‘d like to believe that them and my own OC would get along so I drew them together for it))

More under the cut cause I went a little crazy

That last picture is supposed to be a nod to those „I‘m not like other girls“ posts that were popular in the 2010‘s, but to celebrate the little similarities between these two instead! (Also that drawing of Night Terror is pulled directly from this post cause I was too tired to do a full body drawing, go check it out!)

(I would like to clarify that I am fully aware that these similarities are really not that noticeable in the grand scheme of things and obviously a coincidence (we made them around the same time as well) so please no one come on here and accuse anyone of „stealing“ desings- Anyway! I absolutely adore that there are these little similarities and how differently they were incorporated cause that really shows how diverse looking one can use these features even though you wouldn’t think they could be at first but there‘s so much to work with! And that‘s so cool to me and I should stop before I gush about the beauty of character design for 10 paragraphs so yeah. Love Glacia‘s design for Night Terror, both the ears and legs especially I never see anyone make use of the backwards bendy anatomy some animals have going on for Cybertronian designs it‘s pretty dang cool. Peak character design, ok I‘ll stop now.

[italiantnea]

#1-2_otogiri_tobi/ hallucinations on the boundary line

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Tobi lay on the bed in his room, looking at a paperback book. The book’s title was Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? It seemed to be a translation of an American sci-fi novel.

The facility’s recreation room had three steel racks, lined with books donated by past residents. The residents were free to read them as they liked. Elementary and middle school kids always scrambled for the popular books, so Tobi read exclusively unpopular books to kill time.

Well, he thought he was reading. When he saw words he didn't know, he looked them up in the dictionary. Thanks to that, he’d memorized most kanji, but for some reason the contents never stuck in his brain. A little while after finishing, he forgot most of it.

Tobi looked at his watch. 9:56 PM. In the facility, lights out was at 10 PM for middle students, so there were 4 minutes left. Plenty of residents regularly used the convenient excuse of ‘wanting to study’ to postpone the lights out time, but Tobi never did.

“Gonna go sleepytime soon, Tobi?”¹

Baku laughed from the floor.

“What’re you talking about, sleepytime. I‘m not a kid.”

¹ Baku uses 'onemu', which is children's talk for going to bed. think beddy-bye, sleepytime, night night, etc.

Tobi put the book by his pillow. This was originally a two-person room, so there were two beds. But in truth, the room belonged only to him.

It wasn't like he’d asked to live alone. It had once been a two-person room too. The other person had gotten annoyed, and appealed to the staff. They couldn't stand sharing a room with Otogiri Tobi, they’d said.

“If you ask me, an eighth grader is a kid among kids, you know?”

Tobi stuck his feet out from the bed and stepped lightly on Baku.

“Ow. stop that, Tobi, you.”

“Baku’s even younger than me. So wouldn’t that make you even more of a kid?”

“I‘m an exception. ‘Special’, you might say. I‘m exceptional. Outstanding even. Oi, stop it Tobi. if you keep stepping on me like that, I‘ll lose my shape. What’re you gonna do then? Hey…”

 After kicking him for a while, Tobi felt satisfied, so he stopped stepping on Baku. he turned off the lights, and lay down on the bed once again.

Lights out was at 11 PM for high schoolers, and there were residents that used homework or studying as an excuse to stay up late too. The walls and doors weren’t that thick at all. To nights at the facility, quietness was a foreign concept.

Tobi wrapped the blanket around his body and lay on his side.

“Are you thinking about that girl, Tobi?”

“I‘m not thinking about her at all.”

Tobi wanted to click his tongue in annoyance.

“She hadn’t even entered my head till you mentioned her.”

“Really? That’s fishy.”

“Seriously.”² ² the same phrasing as Shiratama used last chapter

The words came out of his mouth nonchalantly. It definitely wasn't because he was thinking about that girl.

“...Really.”

As Tobi corrected himself, Baku laughed with a kukuku.

“She’s a strange woman isn’t she?”

“Don’t call her a woman.”

“Well, she is a woman isn't she.”

“That’s true…”

“You were thinking weren’t you, about her. I mean, that happened. Of course it’d be on your mind.”

“Not really, it’s not on my mind at all.”

“Be honest already. Besides, even if you’re not interested, she on the other hand—”

“I‘m sleeping now. Could you be quiet?”

“Yeah ok, Tobi. Hope it won't be a sleepless night.”

Tobi closed his eyes and pretended to snore. Baku laughed again. He should mind his own business. Tobi wasn’t a bad sleeper.he could fall asleep right away. He wasn't thinking about the girl or anything. He didn't want to think about her, and yet he couldn't help but think of her.

“—I have a favor I'd like to ask of you, Otogiri-kun, so could I take this opportunity?”

At that, Shiratama had tucked in her chin slightly, and changed her tone strangely.

“Can you go out with me, as a friend?”

“......Huh?”

Tobi first tried to understand her request. Was it even a request? He didn't think it was a question.³ Anyhow, Shiratama was waiting for an answer. That much was certain.

But how should he respond?

Tobi couldn't understand. “Eh—ah—uhh—” he senselessly repeated.

“Ah.”

Shiratama covered her mouth with her right hand.

“It’s a sudden request, so I‘m sorry if it’s a bother. I don’t mind if you don't respond right away.”

“Ah… is that.. so.”

“Of course, if you’d like to respond now?”

“No, that’d— well…”

“Would you prefer later?”

“......I guess?”

“I understand.”

Shiratama closed her eyes, and breathed out a sigh.

“I'm glad I was able to tell you. My heart was pounding.”

Tobi’s heart was palpitating too. He couldn't help but feel like he was being given a raw deal.

“Then, Otogiri-kun, see you tomorrow.”

As if relieved after saying what she’d wanted to say, Shiratama bid farewell with a bow, and left as soon as all was in good order.

What’s with this person.

Right as Tobi thought this, Baku grumbled.

“What on earth was that?...”

In the end, he didn't get much sleep that night.

Of course, it was because of Shiratama Ryuuko.

Suddenly talking to him like that, and just as he’d wondered what she wanted, she’d said such a strange thing.

“Can you go out with me, as a friend?”

Taken by surprise, Tobi had been bewildered. Otherwise, he would have given some kind of response on the spot. That’s what he thought. Like, if a stranger suddenly said, ‘Won’t you dance with me?’ the answer would be ‘No’. A firm rejection.

If only he’d refused.

Said, “No, I won’t.”

The reason why Tobi hadn’t answered immediately, was because he was perplexed.

On top of that, the way Shiratama had presented the question was also a bit peculiar.

���As a friend”

That part was fine. It was the other part.

“Can you go out with me?”

Wasn’t that a bit weird? Was Tobi the weird one for thinking that was weird? Maybe he was thinking about it too hard. If it were just the former part, “Can you go out with me”, that go out had distinct connotations. However, he couldn’t just ignore the latter part. Shiratama had asserted that it was ‘as a friend’. In that case, that was how he should interpret it.

Long story short, what Shiratama said was merely “Let’s be friends.”

Shiratama’s way of speaking was also pretty distinctive, mixing in keigo, even though they were in the same grade. He probably shouldn’t let that lead him astray. It seemed like Shiratama simply wanted to be friends with Tobi.

Therein lay the problem.

Friends with Otogiri Tobi?

Why, again?

Then, there was an even bigger, rather serious problem.

Shiratama Ryuuko could hear Baku’s voice.

When he went to school with no sleep, the teacher with the black-rimmed glasses glared at him before the school gates. This teacher always wore a tight suit that fit exactly. And exactly this morning, Tobi did not want to be called on by the teacher with the black-rimmed glasses. Tobi struck first, and bowed his head quickly.

“Good morning, teacher.”

“...O-Oh. Good morning.”

The teacher with the black-rimmed glasses was clearly taken aback. He’d been all up in his hair every morning since first year, but nothing had happened when Tobi greeted him. He’d just answered “Good morning.” Had this been the correct thing to do?

“What’s gotten into you?”

Baku asked him as he changed his shoes at the shoe box.

“Who knows. I don't think anything has gotten into me though?”

“Is this what they call a change of heart? What set this off, huh?”

“You’re overreacting……”

His indoor shoes were a bit tight. Had his feet grown? As his body grew, his clothes didn’t fit anymore. Buying replacements was painfully expensive.

As he turned toward the classroom a little dejectedly, a long haired female student showed up from the shadow of the shoe box. Tobi unconsciously took a step back.

“Shi-Shiratama-san.”

“Good morning, Otogiri-kun.”

Again with that gaze. Shiratama stared steadily, straight atTobi.

“Wha-what?”

Tobi looked down and covered the bottom of his face with his arm.

“Do you need something? So early in the morning….”

“Actually, I was lying in wait for you here.”

“Eh…W-why?”

“Didn’t I tell you, yesterday?”

“......Yeah.”

“I wanted to know your answer.”

“Tha—”

“Tha?”

“...ats…”

Suddenly, the phrase “to make your eyes white and black” popped into Tobi’s head. He’d looked it up in the dictionary sometime before. It didn’t mean that the eyes literally turned white and black, but that the eyeballs were darting around violently. Right now, Tobi’s eyeballs were having a terribly busy workout. He felt faint.

Several students from their class came to the shoe box, whispering something to each other as they changed their shoes. They seemed to be eyeing Shiratama and Tobi’s situation. Like, “Woah, what’re they doing?” or something. Good grief. To be honest, the person in question, Tobi himself, was also thinking, What are we doing?

“Oh!”

On top of that, complicating matters, the passing janitor had called out to them. The situation devolved steadily into chaos.

“Otogiri-kun, good morning. What’re you doing there, Shiratama-san?”

Shiratama turned to look at the janitor, and bowed politely.

“Good morning. Thank you for the hard work, so early in the morning.”

“Thank you.”

Haizaki smiled bashfully. He was holding a cardboard box. What was inside? Whatever it was, Tobi wasn’t interested.

That didn't seem to be the case for Shiratama.

“That looks heavy. Shall I help you?”

“No, no. Heavens, no!”

Haizaki shook his head vigorously. His thin slitted eyes went round.

“It’s completely fine. This is my job, after all. I‘m here to work, and Shiratama-san comes to school to study.”

“You know, I‘m pretty strong!”

Shiratama lifted her right arm and bent it at a right angle. They were thin arms. Too thin. Were they really strong arms? Tobi didn’t think they were. The story didn't seem to add up either. Even if Shiratama had super strength, it didn't matter. Haizaki was carrying things around as part of his job; A middle schooler like Shiratama had no obligation to help him out. Haizaki had said it himself. Even Tobi, who Baku had called communicationally challenged, understood that much.

Shiratama might be a dangerous person.

The possibility had flickered through Tobi’s mind last night.

A proper middle school student would never ask to be friends with a classmate like Otogiri Tobi in the first place.

He wasn’t the type of person to let people get close; that he was aware of. Tobi wasn’t peppy. Nor was he kind. Nor was he interesting. He had a past that was hard to explain. He also had Baku, someone he couldn't talk to except when he was alone.

Besides, it seemed he was able to see things other people couldn't see.

If there was someone aside from him who was like that, what would he think?

Wouldn’t he consider that a dangerous person?

In other people’s eyes, Otogiri Tobi must be a dangerous person.

Trying to become friends with such a dangerous person, Shiratama Ryuuko must be pretty dangerous as well.

He felt the urge to run. He wanted to run, intensely. Shiratama was talking with Haizaki. Wasn't that his chance? That’s right. He should use the chance to escape.

Tobi tried to leave the scene. Even though he hid his footsteps, he was noticed.

“Oh-”

Shiratama grabbed his right arm. Near his wrist.

“No. don't go, Otogiri-kun. At least give me an answer.”

“...Wha?” Haizaki’s face twitched like he was flustered.

“Did I perhaps get in between something? Sorry, excuse me. Like, ‘get kicked by a horse!’ right?......”

Why’d he bring up horses? He’d read it in a book somewhere. There was a saying like that.

‘Someone who gets between a person’s romance should get bitten by a dog and die.’

For the dog part, ‘should just get kicked by a horse and die.’ was also an alternative.

It seemed like Haizaki had the wrong idea. Should he correct him? It didn't really matter. This wasn’t the time for that; Shiratama was still gripping his wrist.

Can you let go?

Tobi tried to appeal with his eyes.

Apparently it didn't get through to her. Shiratama was tilting her head in curiosity. He was the curious one.

It couldn’t be helped. Making sure not to be too rough, Tobi shook Shiratama’s hand off.

“...Um. About that, how about…well… we continue while walking, or…?” Tobi hesitantly suggested, and Shiratama nodded. 

Should I run as fast as I can and shake her off? He considered this for a brief moment, but abandoned the thought. Shiratama fell into step on his left side.

“I would like to hear your response.”

“......Already? Isn’t it a bit too early?”

“Were you already in the middle of considering it?”

“Umm… ‘considering it’, more like, well…uh……”

“You’re such an indirect guy,” Baku said with a sigh.

“Are you an indirect person?” Shiratama asked.

“I mean, he doesn't have a habit of verbalizing his own thoughts and feelings. People almost never talk to him anyway.”

“What about with you?”

“I‘m different. That said, even to me there’s moments where I‘m like ‘ get it!’, or 'put yourself in his shoes!'”

“Like, in order to get on the same page?”

“Something like that.”

“......Um, excuse me”

Tobi hit his first against his forehead. His head was starting to hurt.

“Could you not talk like it's normal? From other people's point of view, Shiratama-san just sounds like she's mumbling to herself…”

“I‘m sorry, I couldn't help myself.”

Shiratama dipped her head slightly.

“But wouldn't they think I was talking with you, Otogiri-kun? Or maybe I was one-sidedly talking to you.”

“That would be strange in its own right.”

“Then please talk with me. If you did so, that would settle everything.”

“......Aren't I talking with you already?”

“By the way, what’s your answer to that question?”

“.....Like I said, it's too early……”

Tobi was suddenly aware of his worsening posture. He couldn't help but feel they were attracting the attention of the passing students in the hallway.

“Anyway…”

Or rather, they were definitely attracting attention. It was because of Shiratama. Of course it was.

“Why?”

As Tobi asked, Shiratama blinked rapidly.

“What do you mean by why?”

“...Like, wanting to be friends with me. Your reason, or well, your motive.”

“That’s because Otogiri-kun is Otogiri-kun.”

“Hah? What do you mean…?”

“Do I need to explain?”

“If possible. If you could tell me, in a way even I can understand…”

“Let you understand”

Shiratama nodded, furrowed her brows a bit and stopped in her tracks, pondering.

A bit late, Tobi took a step more and stopped as well.

Shiratama was staring at Tobi. It was that gaze, the one that seemed to seize you and not let go.

“Could I take a few minutes of your time? If it's alright with you, today’s lunch break. I can’t talk about this topic unless there’s no one nearby.”

Tobi was weak against that gaze. It was bothersome; he couldn't just ignore it. He couldn't look away.

“......Alright. I don't mind.”

That was all he could answer. What else was he supposed to do?

Right after meal time, the special classroom building was deserted. Tobi agreed to meet up with Shiratama at the external emergency stairs. As he sat on the railing of the landing between the second and third floor, Shiratama opened the door and climbed up.

Tobi felt a bit strange. It was because Shiratama wore a bag on her shoulder. It wasn’t the school’s standard schoolbag. Was it called a pochette? It was an even smaller bag.

“Hello.”

As Shiratama climbed up to the landing, she politely greeted him.

“Ah.. yea.”

Tobi nodded vaguely. Shiratama was so awfully polite, he was a bit taken aback.

“So, what was it again… your, um… motive? The reason why Shiratama-san wants to be friends with me?”

“As they once said, the proof is in the pudding.”

“Well… yeah, that’s true, there is that kind of saying.”

“Therefore, I brought her along.”

“Brought along…?”

Tobi frowned. As far as he could see, Shiratama was alone. She hadn't brought anyone along.

Shiratama lifted her bag and opened it.

“Come on out, Chinurasha.”

Could it be that Shiratama was calling out to the pochette? If so, that would be pretty eccentric to say the least. He’d thought she was an oddball, but never imagined to this extent. Tobi was starting to get worried about Shiratama instead. In all senses of the word, was she okay?

Or maybe, there was some creature like a small animal inside the pochette. In that case that would be absurdly problematic behavior. You couldn't bring small animals to school. Even Tobi could understand that. But that seemed to be exactly what she had done.

Something crawled out of the pochette.

“Hm…”

Baku let out a small voice.

See?

It was a small animal.

For the creature, the inside of that pochette must have been cramped. At its size, it should have barely crammed in. However, it was quite fluffy, so maybe it could unexpectedly get into spaces it didn't look like it could fit.

Was it a cat? A kitten? That wasn't it, right? Hah, “right”, I mean, that wasn't it.

The creature had horns growing out of it. Obviously, cats didn't have horns. A small animal, with two horns—

Did that exist?

That kind of creature?

He didn’t think it was recorded in the animal field guide at the facility. Tobi had been to the local zoo several times for facility events. He didn't remember ever seeing a small animal with horns. Then again, it was possible such an animal inhabited some corner of the wide, wide world, just unbeknownst to him. Or maybe, it was a baby horned animal or something.

Right after the creature got out of the pochette, it began climbing up Shiratama’s body. It wasn't nimble, but it wasn't clumsy either. It seemed pretty used to the movement. After reaching Shiratama’s right shoulder, it turned to face Tobi.

Did it have eyes? He couldn't see them. Maybe they were buried in its fur? Despite that, he felt something like a gaze.

“Chinu, say hello.”

As Shiratama called out to it, the creature cocked its head. It may have tilted its head diagonally. And from within the fur, a tiny, extremely small mouth poked out.

“Yu—”

“Uyu—”

“Kuchyu—”

Tobi heard something like that. Were they the creature’s cries?

“......Hi.”

Tobi bowed his head without thinking.

Shiratama scratched Chinu—or Chinurasha’s— chin with a finger.

“Good girl.”⁴

“Oi, Tobi—” Baku whispered.

“No way you haven't noticed, right?”

“...Eh? What?”

“That thing’s not normal.”

“Well, it… it seems to be a rare animal. It has horns and everything.”

“That’s not it.”

Baku seemed irritated. Aside from being able to talk to Tobi, Baku was basically just a large backpack. However, he sometimes opened all by himself when he got unruly. It wasn’t like the zipper unzipped.Tobi seemed to be the only one who could see it, but it was like the zipper part turned into a mouth and opened.

Just like right now.

“Don't you understand, Tobi?! You’re such a dense guy, dammit!”

Baku spoke, his mouth snapping open and shut. He seemed more agitated than annoyed now.

“Chinu is”

Shiratama brought her right shoulder up and rubbed her cheek against Chinu.

“Something only I can see.”

“......But—”

He could see it.

Tobi could. Clear as day.

Chinu seemed quite attached to Shiratama. Chinu rubbed her head against Shiratama’s cheek as well, and narrowed her eyes in content. She was letting out low cries of “hyuru—”, “yuu—”, “uu—”, or rather, they seemed to spill out of her uncontrollably. Chinu’s horns struck Shiratama, but it didn't seem to cause pain. At least, Shiratama wasn't in any pain. Maybe the horns weren’t hard enough to pierce skin.

“We’re the same!” Baku spat.

He seemed pretty unenthused about it. Or maybe, Baku hadn't come to grips with it either.

“Tobi, you were the only one who could hear my voice. And Shiratama Ryuuko was the only one who could see Chinurasha’s form. It’s not totally the same but it’s similar, isn't it?!”

“...So— Shiratama-san can hear Baku’s voice, and I can see Chinu.”

“That’s right.”

“Hn?”

Tobi furrowed his brows. He brought his fist against his forehead.

“...So, this is—What does this mean? Huh……? What is.. what’s happening….”

“Honestly, I have no idea either,” Shiratama said nonchalantly.

“I had noticed a while back that Otogiri-kun was talking to Baku-chan. Because I could hear Baku-chan’s voice. Otogiri-kun and I were the only ones who could hear Baku-chan’s voice. I thought that had to mean something special.”

“......Special—”

Tobi shook his head helplessly.

“I mean, it might just be abnormal…”

“Me and Otogiri-kun are the only ones who are abnormal?”

“Well… it’s more plausible than me and Shiratama-san being the only normal ones……”

“Just a second, Oi, Shiratama Ryuuko!”

Baku interjected, this time properly unenthused.

“Stop using -chan to call me!”

Shiratama looked at him blankly.

“Baku-chan?”

“That, yes, that! It makes my skin crawl. It does not fit me at all. It's gross!”

“I‘m sorry.”

As Shiratama tilted her eyebrows apologetically and bowed her head, Chinu made the same pose.

That’s cute…

Tobi was startled as the thought flashed through his head.

By the way, the one he thought was ‘cute’ was Chinu. To be exact, the phenomenon of Shiratama and Chinu doing the same action at the same time.

“Then, ‘Baku-san’?” Shiratama asked.

“Ahemm!” Baku cleared his throat.

“Adding -san doesn’t feel too good either. How about you just call me Baku?”

“What’re you being so snobbish about…”

Tobi wanted to throw Baku away. Baku retorted back immediately.

“How am I being snobbish? I‘m saying it’s ok to call me without honorifics, you know. If anything, isn’t she the humble one. Huh, Shiratama Ryuuko?”

Shiratama nodded. Chinu did as well.

“Then I shall call you Baku.”

“Yeah, good. I‘m not good with formal stuff anyway.”

“I also wouldn't mind it if Baku called me ‘Ryuuko’.”

“Of course that’s what I'll do. ‘O-Ryuu’ or something might be good too. Mmm, it’s not bad. How about it?”

“I don’t particularly mind it, so do as you please.”

“Then it’s decided. O-Ryuu.”

“Yes.”

“......You guys are getting more and more chummy by the minute”

Maybe instead of throwing Baku away, Tobi should toss him over to Shiratama instead.

“Ohh? What? You jealous, Tobi?”

Baku laughed with a kekeke.

“Don’t worry man. Even if O-Ryuu has appeared, the relationship between you and me won't change.”

“Me and Baku’s… rotten bond?”

“I said, it’s not rotten!”

“Then what kind of relationship is it……”

“The kinda thing that’s tasteless to say out loud. If I had to say, ‘partners’?”

“Chinurasha and I are also like partners.”

Shiramata smiled and looked at Chinu

“Right?”

“She doesn’t talk to me like Bake does to you, but she stays by my side. Chinu and I have always been together.”

“...Just asking, if I hadn’t been able to see Chinu, what were you going to do, Shiratama-san?”

“Then I would definitely—”

Shiratama pursed her lips and puffed out her cheeks a little.

“I guess you could only call that a tricky situation. A poor middle school student, acting as if there were a little animal there…”

“Isn’t it a relief that I could see Chinu….”

“To be honest, it was a gamble. But I thought, ‘maybe Otogiri-kun could see it as well’.”

“Everything worked out in the end didn't it?” Baku said breezily.

But if Tobi had been in Shiratama’s shoes, he probably wouldn't have taken such a gamble.

Maybe there’s something wrong with me.

Tobi had questioned that countless times. No matter how you thought about it, a backpack talking to you was not normal.

He could hear things others couldn't hear.

He could see things he shouldn't have been able to see.

Were these delusions? Maybe there were abnormalities with his brain. Maybe he had some mental illness. Maybe he should get it checked out by a doctor, he’d gone as far as thinking.

Tobi suddenly felt weak. He felt like he was gonna slip from the railing. Why was he so tired? He suddenly felt like he understood.

It’s not just me.

Tobi was relieved. It wasn't an illusion.

Baku was there.

He hadn’t been a figment of Tobi’s imagination.

He really existed.

“...Baku’s voice, which I could hear, Shiratama-san can hear too. Chinu, which Shiratama-san could see, I can see too. Those things that other people don't seem to see—”

Then, those as well?

Tobi took the plunge and asked Shiratama.

“In that case…. Can Shiratama-san see them too? The ones that cling to people, the kind of weird…”

Shiratama met Tobi’s gaze firmly.

Then, she slowly nodded.

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³ request vs question- the original japanese uses 問いかけ versus 質問, both generally meaning ‘question’. From what I gather, 問いかけ refers to a question that asks how a person feels (no correct answer), while 質問 is a question that asks for a correct answer, like a math question.

⁴ Shiratama says いい子, which means 'good child' (gender neutral). Chinu doesn't talk and they don't use gendered pronouns for it so I'm going to take a gamble and say that Chinu (as Shiratama's shadow) is female too. will see how this holds up in the future.

[iiryebreadii]

Finished the zora part of the quest!! I loved the low gravity effect for the dungeon it was so fun

got in the castle and chased not-zelda, fought phantom ganon, AND THEN!!! MY HOMIES!!! CAME TO SAVE ME!!!

turns out I absolutely did start that quest line I talked about in a previous post early, mineru I‘ll be there soon but I’m exploring for a bit rn

Saved and rebuilt lurelin village!! Very fun quest line :)

QUEEN SONIA NO D:

Like I knew she was gonna get got because of the wall art from the beginning of the game but MAN. also Zelda stopping a blade in midair was awesome. also ganondorf buddy what did they DO to your FACE

Decided I would try to find a way into Korok forest. found a way into korok forest. ough. it hurt to see the happiest place from botw turn into something so somber and creepy. the fact that the koroks didn’t have idle animations was freaking me out more than it probably should have. It’s fixed now though :) happy times once again

OK OK. SO. The master sword heals over time, no matter how bad the damage; this explains why zelda used recall to get it all the way back to the past! The blade was basically trashed irreparably, so it would take millennia for it to heal. BUT ALSO??? IF BATHED IN SACRED POWER IT GROWS MORE POWERFUL. so. so if we. if we go with the idea that Zelda is the light dragon, which I’m thinking is more and more likely as I go on, tHEN. HAS SHE BEEN HOLDING THE MASTER SWORD THIS WHOLE TIME. HAS SHE BEEN IMBUING IT WITH POWER FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS. I stopped in the middle of talking to the great deku tree to write this

THE MASTER SWORD IS MOVING ITS ABSOLUTELY WITH THE LIGHT DRAGON. WHICH MEANS THE LIGHT DRAGON IS ZELDA. AAAUUGHHHHHH NO I NEED TO UNDRAGONIFY MY GIRL

on the upside, I think this means I have a real-time location of the light dragon on my map, and I have been DYING to upgrade my champions tunic. Girl stop being so elusive, I can never find you!!

wait that means I need a piece of (presumably) dragon zelda to upgrade my tunic. the tunic she got for me. the new and improved version of the one she made by hand for me. she put herself into the making of the first one and now there’s gonna be a piece of her in the new one I’m actually gonna fall apart. shaking crying throwing up

[golbrocklovely]

Hi!

I hope you had a wonderful day!

English is not my first language, so I am sorry haha

I have a question. There is this allegedly „good friend“ of mine. .

We always had a sarcastic dynamic. 2,5 years ago there was a point where I „confessed“ my feelings for him. Actually I just said that I like him during a phone call. Stupid, I know. I told him and he told me that we will that about it tomorrow. It never happend. He didn‘t want to talk so I tried to move on and ignored i until now.

Nevertheless I am still in love with him. I just can‘t hide it anymore. I just want him to know (again? I don‘t know if he got it back then). Everything is just so passive aggressive between us. One time he told me that he has to tell me the truth someday. I asked him what he‘s talking about and he didn‘t want to tell.

He never tells me when he has a girlfriend or met a girl. Don‘t get me wrong: He doesn‘t owe me anything. It‘s his right keeping stuff like this for himself. But it hurts that everyone knows but me. Random people I know come up to me and say: hey, since when xy and yy are dating? And I‘m like: :))))))) ok :))))))). And when he met someone, he keeps me out of his life until he‘s single again.

Besides that, he‘s treating me very pourly. He comments my outfits or „makes fun“ of it. He‘s teasing me about his one guy who seems to be interested in me, he randomly texts me stupid stuff, reacts to my stories with: „who cares“, „nobody likes you“. He refuses to touch me and gets disgusted If I touch him.

I want to talk, but he never gives me the chance. When I confront him about his behavior, he‘s not „able“ to talk or doesn‘t want to talk and he straight up ignores me.

So I just wrote him a letter telling him how I feel, confronting him about his behavior. He knows that this letter exists because I told him. We had a fight and I said I want to clear things up, so I wrote you a letter. I said: who knows if we might talk after this and he said he doesn‘t want to read it, I should keep this hot air for myself.

He is 20 and acts like he‘s 14. Seems like he‘s aware about my feelings. He just enjoying it and taking advantage of it.

Do you think it‘s a good idea? He probably won‘t read it anyway. But I can‘t live like this anymore. If he won‘t read it, I‘ll stop „being friends“ with him.

my day has been going quite well, thank you for asking.

first off, no need to apologize for your english. it is perfectly fine :)

i'm gonna assume you are around the same age as him, so you're most likely 20ish. and while i get that maybe at one point your dynamic was once sarcastic with one another, it doesn't seem to be the case anymore.

he seems to be really dismissive of you and your feelings. even on a basic friend level, he's not hitting the mark. because friends shouldn't treat each other like that. i believe he heard you the first time you confessed, and he just doesn't want to face that reality. but he also likes that you will always be around because you have feelings for him.

i don't know if this is a cultural thing all over or if it's just US centric, but growing up i was told that "if a boy picks on you and makes you feel bad, it's because he likes you and doesn't know how to say it." and i'm not sure if people will say something like this to you about this guy, but do not listen if they do. if a man wanted to, he would. besides the fact that he acts like a little boy, if he wanted to be kind to you, he would. if he wanted to reciprocate your feelings (or if he actually did have those same feelings), he would have by now. he is consistently showing you who he is as a person, as a man - and you ignore it because you have feelings for him.

i think in the long run, the letter is more for you than it is for him. now, if you genuinely want to give it to him, do - especially if it will give you some closure. but LISTEN to what he does when he is given the note. if he says the same thing - ignores it or you, tells you it's hot air, makes fun of you - that is your sign to move on from him. it doesn't matter if secretly he likes you and doesn't know how to express it or if he just "didn't know" all this time; if he actually cared about you and your well being he would treat you as such.

because, for argument's sake, if he did like you and this was his epiphany moment to finally admit it, what would a relationship with him entail? him dismissing your feelings, hiding things from you, not taking you seriously - everything he is doing currently. and you don't deserve that and shouldn't want to be with someone like that.

i've been in your shoes before countless times. it sucks to have feelings for someone that doesn't care about you like you do for them. in the long run, though, it's better to let people like that go. because you deserve someone that will be loud about their love for you. that won't shame you or make you feel small. and to me, it's not this man.

give him the letter if you so choose. but if he ignores you once again, like he has many times before, end it. it's gonna hurt like a bitch, i know, but one day you will genuinely look back and be so happy you didn't stick with him in hopes that one day he will change his mind. you'll find your person one day. i just don't think it's him.

i wish you best and hope whatever happens leads you down the right path to your person <3

[wildcalendula]

ok, got inspired, wrote a little something (if you can call 1000+ words 'a little‘). I think medieval/fantasy AU is slowly becoming my jam

also on AO3

kidnapped, twice over

The sudden thump at the door is highly unusual, especially for this time of day. Startled, Wille freezes and waits with baited breath.

It gets even more unusual when the door cracks open to reveal brown eyes, a mop of curls, simple clothes. The boy has a smudge of dirt on his neck and his shoes are almost worn through. He is the picture of a typical servant boy you could find at any estate.

Still, it doesn‘t explain why he is here in Wille‘s room, his prison.

Wille hasn‘t had any visitors at all since he‘s been here. His food gets put on the floor three times a day by a silent guard. The only conversation he has had in weeks is Wille reading aloud to himself.

But now, there is a boy with furrowed brows and a fierce stare. „You,“ he points at Wille, „come with me.“ Then he disappears again, not waiting for an answer.

Well, Wille thinks, he might look like a servant but he certainly doesn‘t speak like one.

Making a split-second decision, Wille jumps to his feet and follows him out the door.

Outside the room, the maybe-not-a-servant waits, looking left and right, then left again; asks, „Do you know which way to go?“

„No?“ Wille is puzzled. „I haven‘t been outside this room at all. Why? Don‘t you?“

„Nevermind. I‘ll figure it out,“ sounding a touch resigned, he turns to leave.

Wille can‘t help but follow, even while wondering if he‘s maybe putting himself in more danger than before. What is this? A rescue mission?

Lost in thought, Wille nearly bumps into his maybe-a-rescuer‘s back, earns himself a glare. Wille grimaces, apologetic. Ooops.

----

They actually make it outside.

If not ridiculously easy, Wille is still surprised they made it without any major hiccups. They only had to hide behind curtains once, tip-toe across some creaky floorboards and sneak into an empty room-

„Thank you for rescuing me,“ Wille‘s a little out of breath, heart beating double-time. The adrenaline is getting to him.

His rescuer has one ear against the door, listening for any guards, and one eye on Wille. „I‘m not-“ he stops himself, starts again, „We need to get out of here before they discover the gate I left open. Otherwise, we won‘t get over the fence.“

„Okay,“ Wille nods. „Ready when you are.“

But his rescuer doesn‘t seem to deem it safe enough just yet, keeps listening instead - and studying Wille with a curious expression.

Wille can‘t help but smile at him, giddy with the first taste of freedom, and just... so happy to be here, alive and sneaking around with this stranger. Yes, he‘s curt and a little rough around the edges. But you have to also be a good person to rescue someone, right? Right.

„How did you even know I was here?“ Wille asks.

„Overheard the cook talking at the market. She was complaining about high nobility and their taste buds.“ It‘s said matter-of-factly but the glint in his eye turns scrutinizing, testing.

„Yeah, that sounds like me,“ Wille almost rolls his eyes, „kidnapped and in prison and still complaining about the food.“ He raises his eyebrows pointedly.

A beat. Then the crack of a tiny smile, teasing, „Okay. Whatever you say, Your Highness.“

Wille reaches out, catches him by the shoulder. Suddenly they are standing closer than before. „Please, call me Wille.“

One hand already on the doorknob, his rescuer fidgets with elegant fingers, clearly contemplating Wille‘s request. His gaze is a steady presence, searching Wille‘s face. Then he nods, just once, like the puctuation to a sentence. „Let‘s go,“ he opens the door and brushes past, still tantalisingly close.

Wille follows, of course, whispers, „Hey, what‘s your name, anyway?“

----

Finally, they make it outside and it‘s almost ridiculously easy and... Wille questions himself.

Not about his rescuer – Simon – and why he followed a total stranger without much thought. No. He questions why he never tried his own escape in all those weeks; just stayed inside his room like a good little boy. He didn‘t try. Not once.

The thoughts running through his mind sound suspiciously like his mother – just do what you are told, Wilhelm. nobody needs you to think. it‘s decided.

Running across the lawn, hiding behind a tree and sneaking through the gate Simon had left open, Wille reminds himself: He‘s always been his family‘s pawn, always following, never deciding. And apparently that‘s true even when they are not here.

Suddenly, Wille is not as giddy anymore.

----

Wille watches Simon pull out his pack from behind some bushes. He feels a little embarassed, „Thank you. Again. For rescuing me.“

„I‘m not rescuing you,“ Simon mumbles, still turned away.

„What?“

Simon turns around, squares his shoulders, „I‘m not rescuing you. I‘m kidnapping you.“ A pause. „For myself.“

Wille is speechless, he has so many questions. It doesn‘t help that Simon looks kind of embarassed himself.

Simon stares ahead over Wille‘s shoulder, soldiers on, „If you are not coming willingly, I‘ll have to force you.“

Wille raises a sceptical eyebrow.

Simon falters, „Can‘t you just... come with me?“ Grinds his teeth, „Please?“

„Uhm, why?“ Wille is still at a loss.

Something seems to occur to Simon, „Why were you kidnapped,“ he waves a vague hand behind them, „that time?“

Wille shrugs, „I think some kind of political power move by my cousin. But I don‘t actually know,“ he adds bitterly, „nobody tells me anything.“

Simon takes this in. The look in his eyes turns serious, imploring, „I want you to come and fix my village.“

And… Wille could leave, he knows, there is nothing Simon could do about it. But also… Wille doesn‘t mind; helping Simon, his people, would actually - for once - be something.

His family doesn‘t need him. They did not come to rescue him. But Simon did.

Simon, who stands awkwardly in the silence between them, then must decide he has had enough, turns around to leave-

Making another quick decision and altering his entire life in the process, Wille grabs onto something precious, prevents Simon from leaving. Smiles, „Hey, what‘s the name of your village, anyway?“

Watches hope bloom across Simon‘s face.

Yes, this is my decision.

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my other fics: here

I need more medieval prince wille (stranded? trapped? imprisoned?) in a tower and knight Simon coming to save him, who wants to start the petition

bonus points if wille thinks he's being rescued and then simon casually explains that no, it was a kidnapping for ransom, and wille doesn't even try to escape

[metukika]

post about wanting asks :') i‘m not interesting either so i don‘t know what to send u exactly but ahfjsjsja uhhhhh ! talk some more abt ur favorite characters!! or maybe about ur least favorite.. or maybe just abt bakugo because i love him too so maybe i‘ll have something to reply then ahah

not long ago i made this giant post about souda kazuichi that i might have deleted cuz it was so cringe but ill try not to write so many words this time.

you ever watch a show where a character has this almost overwhelming sense of regret and shame because of their past, genuinely bad actions? (yes this is also teru core) well i just love experiencing that (not myself, but thru a fictional character ofc).

for shows that i havent watched fully and get into instead by the fandom i find my fav character like this: see fanart of a cute looking ship, research more art of it, learn about the characters and show, search for fics and then land on that one amazing fic that makes u see the character in a whole new light and gets stuck in your head.

when it comes to bakugou, it was this krbk fic called "an abundance of penguin shit" (amazing ass fucking fic will never stop recommending i cant believe i found it when it hasnt even finished yet its so good!!!) (honestly everything that writer creates is so good my number one writing inspo!).

bakugou is a fucking asshole, and so it pre-mob teru. i dont like giving them excuses for why theyre such assholes... sometimes a person is fucking mean for no good reason and thats just how it is (tho for teru its much more understandable cuz of his parents and claw, but that doesnt excuse his actions-- ok im gonna stop comparing them now). like i dont like fics where the bakugou parents are abusive? mitsuki is not perfect but i like her!! i dont like it when ppl blame bakugous behavior for his parents. we already have early todo for that. its much more interesting watching a character struggle out of their own warped world view they created themselves and try to be a better person when, because of their earlier behavior, they dont have a good support system surrounding them (ok this doesnt rlly make sense i know cuz canonically bakugou has friends but my mind is still stuck on the aaops au lol)

basically i want to see bakugou try to be a better person, without erasing the severity of his earlier bullshit. i cant survive pure angst for too long so its good that hes generally an entertaining character and i like seeing the way the rest of the cast react to him. theyre mostly nice to him which is very wholesome, even tho sometimes-- especially early in the show-- he probably doesnt deserve it. i want to see him happy!!! in the end, hes just some idiot teenager with great potential.

[white--moon]

He likes that sharp look more than anyone on the receiving end should. It makes him want to touch, so he takes a drink instead. But the question has him smiling. “They’re regular sheets. I don’t sleep on burlap if that’s what you’re asking.” He snorts. “If you’re turning me down over sheets, I‘ll only be a little offended.”

He thinks about that. Except he can’t come up with any reason Shiro should care after he’s all but said it wouldn’t bother him if Shiro was. He lifts a shoulder and lets it fall. “Maybe you’re not hearing about the bets, because they’re about you now.” He’s teasing when he says it, but as he hears himself, he realizes it could be true. And when Shiro says he did want to know, Ichigo finds himself curious enough to ask, “Why?” He already decided Shiro has a right to know, but that line of questioning seems to lead to a specific end, so he jumps ahead. “Did you want this to be exclusive?”

He knows that was nearly his exact reasoning himself, and Ichigo said outright he hadn’t intended to have any kind of relationship with Shiro, so it’s weird to hear it and have such an immediately incredulous reaction. Which likely means they were both kidding themselves and he only finds it obvious after hearing it said by someone else. He laughs, and then thinks that’s not the right response. But he also has the feeling that the timing is exactly what both of them were comfortable with, whether or not they still ended up squirming. “I’m into you. Enough I’m starting to wonder if I’ve ever actually been into anyone else.”

Ichigo fucking would smile while Shiro's preparing himself to suffer for his sake. Rude, attractive asshole. "No. I'm not turnin' you down, I'm just mentally preparing for what I've gotten myself into."

He kind of hates out likely that is. "Guess I should start askin'." It wouldn't be the first time, he's sure, and he's sure there's rumors abound about him and probably about Ichigo too. The warehouse sometimes becomes one big game of telephone. There's probably all kinds of interesting things being said about him and Ichigo. At Ichigo's question, he pauses with his glass halfway to his mouth. It's a simple question but it's maybe not such an easy answer. Or maybe it is and he's just overcomplicating everything at the moment. Very possible in this situation. Except Ichigo just blurts out exactly what was on Shiro's mind. He's pretty sure he doesn't turn colors, at least not very dramatically, but he's feeling a little warm and he grips his glass a little tight. "I... wouldn't hate tryin' it... If you wanted to, if not, that's-" He stops talking and takes a drink, shrugging what is supposed to be a relaxed motion while he's lifts his glass.

The laugh is kind of a surprise. He doesn't think anything he said was funny, but he's also not offended and Ichigo's kind of fun to look at when he's amused. He takes another drink, emptying his glass. He blinks. "Oh." Wow. Ok. That's a lot. Then he laughs too. "We're both kinda idiots, aren't we?"

[xkryst4lm3thx]

DRESS REHEARSAL boast unraveled our most decadent edges. long nights sewn shut but his story prevails (category 5 heartbreaker). main issue is narrowly separate: probation anklet symbolic possession. she needs to be twisted unbearably free. driving aimless universals, radio concaves sparse miserable company. who could standalone rail this beam? liquid courage mauls silver platter. unsend paragraph 2AM. trace paper joy screams piercing neglect; forensics abused to ride the farthest train. last stop: benign trailer park malignantly unknown. born to desert thousands of unreleased demos. can’t hate **** cuz there’s rare cases. ten at a time, no more/less. we know ur bored just wanna have fun so take this rock swallow it gently to reign selective hearing, use perverted simplicity (slightly unfamiliar). reduction spawns oblivion (spiritual/subconscious/barbaric). spread that rumor blow blow blow job. conspiracy jail sentence the right onlooker. just like that a wallflower becomes late show host. groupies carry the worst breed; none can resist 6-8 week low hanging fruit (drifting ties). emo girl wields mavericks, thrashing to vomit secret landmines. hellish exclusion unless invited. what level of autism required? accentuated the worst parts of each other but we like to make potions. cue lights everyone shutup and action rolling enter stranger 1 move to the left wait move back there we go that’s great take it from the top girl 1 & 2 walk across the street ohp slow down ok now jerry come running with the ice bucket spill it everywhere really do ur worst perfect thank u now everybody wake up motherfuckers we don’t have all day wait no stop stop jerry just stand there forget what you just did just forget it full amnesia stand completely still alright cut it guys take ten gimme some towels please get these ladies some drinks wouldja god bless jerry jerry come here do you have a minute walk with me let’s walk whats going on withu huh stayin out late sleeping with that girl again i told you she’s crazy man jesus pick someone else pick anybody else look atxhu ur a good lookin guy what do u want huh just tell me u want some of this shit man here take it seriously it’s clean i swear to god i got it from my guy last week he cooks it in his mother’s living room jerry come on talk to me what’s going on u not sleepin i got some shit for that too u can tell me i‘ll do anything for u anything u don’t have to tell me right now i get it i know it’s alot that’s show business baby just call me later alright anytime you want i’ll pick up alright ok listen go get some fresh air we’ll get back to it when you’re ready we’ll get it in one take u got this jerry ur the fuckin shit

forced visionary must become opposite [libra->aries] blast elephants in the room to everyone’s delight/repulsion we all wanted to say it so why didn’t u?? sensational pieces remind you’ll never make anything close