#otp: i cherish you

[michaeltrevino]

THE ENGLISH Cherished | E06

[calligeniascorner]

My hand slipped.

*Goes into hiding*

[eternalegoist]

when you're so obsessed...

[drunkenhills]

How to tell you crush she's beautiful whilst also teaching her how to kill a man: a lesson by Eli Whipp

the english 1.02

[apurpledust]

Thinking a lot about them recently and can't help but notice how this couplet from one of my favourite Chinese poems called "Jin Se" can sum up their relationship : 「此情可待成追憶？ 只是當時已惘然。」 This feeling might have become something to be remembered later on; Merely, at that time I were already perplexed and lost.

This saying could roughly be interpreted as the two people's relationship should have bought back wonderful memories, but one didn’t cherish it enough when they were together, and now it just brings sorrowness.

😭 Actually, this could also be apply towards Napoleon with Lannes / Duroc aka his harem too. He is just so shippable.

[nikkiruncks]

Hi! Curious if you prefer Rogan or Literati and why?!

I may lose some followers but definitely Rogan. Shallow note, they're hot lol. But also Logan is just respectful of Rory as a person and loves her immensely but also isn't afraid to call her on her bs which in turn challenges her to be a better person. Some stans love to blame Logan for Rory's regression in the later seasons and I did too. But a. where was this when she cheated on dean with Jess or when she slept with a MARRIED Dean without guilt? And Logan wasn't in the picture for either of those things. And b. Rory is her own person. It's so annoying to see the show and parts on the fandom infantilize her by blaming the guy she's with. Last time I checked Rory is a grown ass woman. Logan didn't force her to steal a boat or drop out of Yale. And Rory is also really good for Logan too! She made him realize that he didn't have to live by his father's plan in s7 (Ignoring the revival. Rory and Logan are married with a kid as far as I'm concerned.) and inspired him to man up. They truly deserved better.

As for Literati, I used to ship them and thought that they should end up together and that Rory wouldn't have regressed with him blah blah. But my opinion slowly changed the more I watched youtube clips and looked at reddit threads. But when I did actually watch season 2, I kinda liked their interactions and banter. They had great chemistry too. But at the same time, it mostly just seemed like a phase. Lorelai did say "she's 17, it's about time for a Jess." To me, that just sounded like a bad boy phase and nothing more. They were really cute though. The only problem was the emotional cheating that Rory was doing. It's not a BIG deal because she is 17. People do dumb things at 17. Hell, I'm 17 and I've done pretty dumb things too so far. They were really cute at times as well, with that first real kiss and Jess having his arm around her. But after that was when things went south imo. Jess basically admits in one episode that he only did all that cute bonding stuff to get in her pants and not that they're dating, he doesn't think he needs to try anymore. That just rubbed me the wrong way but the ep he sexually assaulted Rory was where I draw the line. When I first saw that scene, I thought she told him to stop and he did but I was way off. She literally has to push him off of her. And that scene where she tells Lorelai about it and how she doesn't like things she does and how she feels just breaks my heart. And then Jess just leaves her with no call or explanation so it's just ugh. I was so happy to see Rory tell Jess off in season 4. Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate Jess' growth and his bond with Rory in the later seasons but that doesn't mean they're meant to be or whatever.

[drunkenhills]

Eli: The stars will show you the way home

Cornelia: The stars will lead me to you

Eli: What I said.

#THEY WERE INSANE FOR THIS

The English 1.05: The Buffalo Gun

[that-trans-autistic-guy]

The Adventures of Orbwin and Chorb: A Masterlist

This is where any information pertaining to Orbwin and Chorb is stored for any use and for all to see. Written by that-trans-autistic-guy, with an assist by @technically-human who made the first depiction of the orb boys. List is to be updated, please message @that-trans-autistic-guy to request an addition to the list. Posts/fics tagged with the tags attached to this post will be easier to find for everyone who loves the orb boys :D

Traits, Attributes and Ideas

Ship name is Chorbwin

The orbs can purr in the same way cats do. Results in a visual vibration and soft sound. They have limited awareness in orb form, so it follows the feelings of safety and comfort.

The gravitate towards each other slightly, not unlike magnets

Often just soft, warm light but can occasionally be in their hero colors: blue for Edwin, red for Charles

The orbs give off warmth, one the dead and living alike can feel

The girls call them “The Orb Boy Detectives”

Charles made Orbwin a tiny ghost costume

Fanfics

Carry These Torches For You - that_trans_autistic_guy

You Said, “I’ll Never Leave You Alone” - Aster_Flower114

A Better Place, A Better Time - TheFanficMustFlow

Why Do I Tire of Counting Sheep? - carpediemma

The Many Forms of Phantoms - thegirlofthorns

Orbing With Edwin and Charles - grammarglamour

Frippery - Baby_Spinach

Professional Networking - RoseGanymede95

This Little Light of Mine, Let It Shine - ingridmatthews

Let Me Watch Over You - waywardsonsanddaughters

They’re in Lorb (Orb Love) - DarkStars

First Time For Everything - Anonymous

Orbwin’s Day Off - Quicksweetdreamer

A Blue Cap and a Red Jacket - williamvapespeare

The Glow That Dazzles My Eyes - Cesare

Other Types of Intimacy - Asidian

Fanart

Recharging - @technically-human

Recharging II - @technically-human

The Infamous Puppy Debacle of ‘94 - @technically-human

Niko and Orbwin - @gaypanicattackonlegs

Orbwin in Charles’ Jacket - @fellow-fandom-fruitifier

Portable Boyfriend - @jube-art

Portable Boyfriend Part 2 - @jube-art

The Girls and Chorbwin - @arisprite

Chorbwin But Colored - @terresdebrume

Cherishing Each Other’s True Forms - @a-jasminator

ORBWIN - @random-art-p3rson

Painland Week Orb Boys - @etheriiart

Chorbwin is my new OTP - @fellow-fandom-fruitifier

IRL Orbwin and Chorb (Glass Boys) - @neurodivergent-fangirling

Chorbwin Accessories - @aceofturtles

Confession: Orb Edition - @every-moment-a-different-sound

The Best Orb I Know - @every-moment-a-different-sound

Chorbwin in Elysian Fields - @acheel-and-cat

Spaghetti and Chorb - @aceofturtles

Chorbwin w/ Accessories - @edwinspaynes

Notes from Circles?? - @thesfromhms 

Tiny Orbwin and Chorb - @technically-human

Gay - @sawtism101

DBD Brain Takeover - @disgruntled-rat

Mirror Chorbwin - @marbearmarigold

Lantern Chorbwin - @aria-hannah

Death Chorbwin - @marbearmarigold

Eternity Chorbwin - @marbearmarigold

Happy Chorbwin - @minkbumblebee-blog

Light Orbwin - @beetlebug—1

Earring Orbwin - @margo-mania

Fem!Orbwin - @technically-human

Misc. Chorbwin Posts

Simple Orbs - @crosnt

Great Orb Incident of ‘02 - @edwinspaynes

First Sighting of ‘Chorbwin’ - @ace-misplaced

“ChOrBWIn” - @pippin-katz

Hyperactive Chorb - @khrorazir

Chorbwin Comic - @2ndfannypack

The Orb Boy Wizard - @succstosucculent

Cursed Chorbwin Gifs

[e-vay]

What makes Sonamy not just a “Standard Couple” to you? What is the uniqueness in this relationship? I’m talking officially and in multimedia.

Such a big question… woof! I think… the reason Sonamy will always be the standout OTP is they represent pure love to me. Pure love is happiness. Love is meant to be fun!

I think Sonic and Amy have this wonderful dynamic that is so playful no matter what life throws at them.

Sonic is a free spirit and he feels the most joy when he’s running. I think he really enjoys the cat and mouse game that he and Amy play. He could easily outrun her, but whenever she chases him around he always stays within arm’s reach. In his own weird, quirky, not-good-at-expressing-my-feelings-kind-of way, I think this is Sonic’s way of sharing his joy with Amy. I don’t see it as “I’m running away from you.” I see it as “Run with me.”

I’m also always just completely overcome with emotion with Amy’s dedication and love for Sonic. To cherish someone so genuinely, to give your heart to someone unconditionally and without the expectation they’re going to reciprocate those feelings, that's real love. And in canon she's not this pained thing for doing that, either. She just loves freely and openly and is her happiest self when she's showing affection. I think her constant flirting and (though she doesn’t do this anymore) marriage proposals are just her rascally way to say “I find you and your way of life and everything you do romantic. I’m not actually asking you to do anything different. Just let me love you for you.”

There are plenty of ships out there that are full of angst/heartbreak/DRAMA/etc and believe me, I’m here for it. And I’m even here for when people apply those themes to Sonamy (I do it too!). But I think why I’m so naturally drawn to Sonic and Amy’s dynamic as it’s portrayed in canon is because it’s usually so fun and playful and happy. I think the world needs more of that. That’s why I always refer to them as my cotton-candy couple, not just because of their colors but because they’re so sweet and bright! 💙💖

[michaeltrevino]

Home is here with you.

[eternalegoist]

oh Chaske, I will treasure your portrayal of wise, guarded, complex, restrained, thoughtful, tender Eli as long as I live, and tuck it behind my heart to bear always 💖

Lady, how many kills you seen? Quite a lot, actually. Short or long, we ain’t here but a moment. You, or me. None of us. But that star of yours? Scorpio. Next time you see it, look to its right. The Wolf, beside her? Won’t never change.

chaske spencer as eli whipp // The English (2022)

[calligeniascorner]

I'm 3k into writing a Modern Setting - New York/Whipplocke AU for The English that no one asked for even though I'm in the middle of writing another fic for the same fandom and I just...

THE OBSESSION FOR THIS SHOW IS REAL AND IS COSTING ME HOURS OF SLEEP.

pls help me

[eternalegoist]

If you need an excuse...

[tessa-liam]

Royal Adventures 

-Prologue- 

Book: Choices, The Royal Romance Series Finale +     A Smoke & Mirrors Series Alternate Universe

Pairing: King Liam Rys x F!MC Queen Riley Brooks-Rys OTP 

Rating: Teen, not beta’d-please excuse all errors    

Category: On-going series, fluff 

Warnings: a few swear words 

Most Characters belong to Pixelberry 

Music Inspiration: I Want It That Way, Backstreet Boys 

Series Inspiration: Royal Misadventures, A Smoke & Mirrors 1-shot 

Smoke & Mirrors Masterlist

My Main Masterlist

Series Premise: A collection of stories of the journey 12-year-old Crown Princess Eleanor Rys of Cordonia indertakes as she officially starts her Royal education. Tutors and advisors, that had been personally selected by Their Majesties King Liam Rys and Queen Riley Rys, were set to begin her royal lessons, and her days were packed full of knowledge. The young princess was a natural leader, and the King and Queen could not be more proud of their daughter.   

Royal Adventures 

-Prologue- 

Busy days turned into busy evenings when Ellie Rys enjoyed her free time. As a 12-year-old, her parents wanted her to enjoy her childhood as long as she could, but the Crown Princess' life was going to change forever when she would reach her coming of age, and she would be required to take her place at court, as her father had taken previously. 

Ellie knew her parents had a strong bond, and their love for one another was the reason their country had remained at peace for well over a decade. The Princess had always felt safe and secure, knowing she was loved and cherished. 

Ellie didn't have a typical royal upbringing and was a carefree and happy child.  Liam was more than happy that his children had an American mother as a role model, that grew up in a world of freedom.

She didn't have the same pressures that other royal children had, but the pressure would eventually start to mount in the next few years as she would grow older and need to learn more about the world and her duties of a future Queen.

Liam and Riley made it a point to ensure their kids were well-adjusted and had a happy childhood. 

They'd taken trips all over the world, and their favorite place was New York, where they'd visited during the last Christmas season. 

Ellie had seen the Rockefeller Center Tree, the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, and the Staten Island Ferry. However, what she enjoyed the most was the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and the Broadway musical 'Wicked'. 

She'd been mesmerized by the performances and sang along to the music. Liam and Riley couldn't help but chuckle at their daughter's enthusiasm. 

"What?" she'd asked innocently, with her big blue eyes and her cute dimples. 

"You remind me of myself at your age," Liam replied, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her close. 

"I can't wait until we go back to New York," she'd exclaimed, as the family flew back to Cordonia on their private jet.

"Me either, Princess, but we'll make sure you have many more happy memories at home," Liam said, and planted a kiss on the top of her head. 

*** 

Liam walked into his study, after he escorted Ellie to the royal library for her first royal lesson. As he watched his daughter attentively listen and interact with the history tutor, the pride he felt was all consuming. He couldn't believe his little girl was growing up so fast. It seemed like only yesterday when he and Riley were watching their newborn daughter take her first steps. 

It was later in the afternoon when he looked up from his laptop to see Riley's soft smile as she walked in and closed the door behind her. 

"Hello, love. How was Ellie's lesson?" Liam stood and walked around his desk to greet his wife with a kiss.

"It was great, Li ... she's a natural. The tutor was impressed." Riley grinned as Liam smiled wide.

"Of course, she is. She's a Rys." 

"She's just like her father. Always eager to learn new things," Riley teased, kissing him softly in return. 

"And her mother. Ellie has the heart of a fighter, and she's smart, brave, and kind." 

"I hope she's ready for all of this. It's a lot to handle."  Riley sighed, biting her lip.

"She will be. She's surrounded by love and support, and we will always be here for her." 

*** 

Ellie's first day was going well, until ....

Leo had a mischievous grin on his face as he crept towards the library. 

"Leo, what are you up to?" Maxwell asked as he noticed him peering through the gap between the double solid oak doors of the Royal library.

"SSHHH! ... You'll see," he replied in a hushed tone.

"Come on, man, don't pull anything stupid," Drake warned him as he walked up to join Maxwell.

"Just watch and learn, boys." 

Leo peeked through the space and saw the tutor reading a textbook to Ellie. He knew it would only be a few minutes before the lesson was over, and he had to act fast. 

He reached into his bag and pulled out a remote control.

Leo found a way to sneak a glitter bomb into the library without anyone noticing earlier in the day. He'd done it a million times at parties, and he knew it would create a big mess. 

"This is going to be epic," he muttered. 

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Drake whispered.

"Oh, come on, Drake, it's harmless. I've done this tons of times. Watch and learn, boys. " 

"Fine, we'll see," Maxwell shrugged. 

Leo took a deep breath, and with one flick of his wrist, the balloon was triggered and exploded with a loud pop.

As it burst, the glitter covered everything, and the sound of the balloon burst startled everyone. 

The tutor had a look of horror on her face, and Eleanor was shocked, standing up and moving quickly away from the table.

"Oh no," Leo whispered. 

"This is not what I was expecting. Shit." 

"Well, you better think of something quick," Drake shouted.

Through the gap in the door, Ellie spotted her uncle. Her brow furrowed, she pushed the heavy oak door forward.

"I can't believe you, Uncle Leo," Eleanor scowled, "you've ruined my first royal lesson." 

"I'm sorry, El, it was supposed to be a harmless prank." Leo looked at his neice regretfully.

"Well, you ruined everything. I can't even look at you right now. " 

"I'm so sorry. I was just trying to make things fun. I was always bored in these sessions, and I was just trying to lighten the mood." 

"You are the worst Uncle, ever, you know that?"

Leo raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "Oh, come on Ellie, you know it's all in good fun." Ellie was fuming, "Uncle Leo, you've made me feel awful, and I can't believe you would embarrass me like that."  

"Hey...hey, Ellie, don't be upset. You have nothing to be ashamed of." 

"Really? How can you say that after what you did? I want Daddy to be proud of me. I want it that way!" 

Crossing her arms, Ellie stared down her uncle, smirking, "wait till mom finds out!" 

"Wait, you wouldn't. Not your favorite uncle," Leo pleaded. 

"Maybe, maybe not, depends how you behave from now on." 

"Alright, I'll do anything, just don't tell your parents." 

"Anything?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"I will not be your servant again, though."  Leo thought back to an earlier prank gone wrong, and shuddered.

"Then don't mess with my lessons again! Deal?" 

"Deal."  Leo sighed.

Drake and Maxwell were speechless as they watched their friend and their niece, banter with each other.

"Wow, El, you've got your uncle Leo wrapped around your little finger."

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Max. I'm a reformed man." Leo admonished.

"Yeah, whatever you say, Leo." Drake snorted.

"Okay, okay, free drinks at the beer garden. Now ... are you two going to help me clean up or not?"

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📌tagging my perma's in the notes❣️

📌please let me know if you would like to be tagged for this series❣️

[eternalegoist]

And he has to look away to avoid her seeing the disappointment writ large on his countenance-

the english 1.02

[elryuse]

Yandere snsd otp 9 please there obsessed with there adopted little brother reader

MY STEPSISTER IS OBSESSED WITH ME

Yandere SNSD OT9 X Male Reader

The plane touched down in Incheon, a cold wave of dread washing over me. My parents, the people I trusted most, had ripped the rug from under my feet. They'd sold me, their own son, to a rich family in Korea. Betrayal gnawed at me, a bitter pill I couldn't swallow.

A man in a chauffeur's uniform held a placard with my new name, a Korean name I didn't recognize. He led me to a sleek black car, and the entire ride was a blur of towering skyscrapers and neon signs spewing unfamiliar words. Finally, the car pulled up to a colossal mansion that looked more like a palace.

My jaw dropped as I stepped out. A maid bowed, ushering me inside. There, I found them. Nine girls, impossibly beautiful, clad in luxurious clothes, faces a mix of curiosity and disdain.

"This is our new… brother," the one with the fiercest eyes announced, her voice dripping with ice. Jessica, they'd introduced her later, with a coldness in her eyes that sent shivers down my spine.

"Yoona," a girl with doe-like eyes scolded softly. "Be nice." Sooyoung, her name tag read. The only one who seemed to show a shred of genuine warmth.

The first few weeks were a blur of isolation and silent judgment. I became a ghost, flitting through the edges of their seemingly perfect lives, cleaning their mess, fetching things, and basically acting like their servant. They treated me with indifference, their conversations laced with inside jokes and references I didn't understand.

One rainy night, as I drove them back from a late-night practice, a reckless driver ran a red light. The car swerved, tires screeching. The world became a chaotic blur before everything went dark.

I woke up in a hospital bed, my body a map of aches and pains. But the pain was a mere whisper compared to the sight that greeted me. Nine worried faces surrounded my bed, concern etching lines on their flawless faces.

"Y/n! You're awake!" the one with the soft voice, Yoona, cried, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Tiffany, a girl with bright eyes and a seemingly warm smile, held my hand tightly. "You scared the living shit out of us. Don't you ever do that again."

The others, the girls who used to ignore me, surrounded me with a flurry of questions and frantic care. It was overwhelming, this sudden shift in their behavior. Yet, a part of me felt...warm. A flicker of hope ignited in my chest.

Days turned into weeks, and my stay at the hospital became an unexpected haven. They showered me with affection, bringing me my favorite takeout, singing me silly songs in butchered Korean to cheer me up, and even reading me Korean bedtime stories – their attempts hilariously endearing.

As I recovered, I learned more about them, about SNSD, their dream, their struggles. Their ambition, once cold and distant, became something I admired. I found myself drawn to their passion, their love for music, and most unsettlingly, to them.

One afternoon, while they were recording, I sat in their practice room, captivated by the raw emotions they poured into their song. As the last note faded, a heavy silence descended. Then, Yoona spoke, her voice trembling.

"Y/n, W-we…" she began, then stopped, tears welling up in her eyes. "We were terrible sisters. We took you for granted."

Taeyeon, the fierce leader, stepped forward, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You became our family, Y/n. And we scared you away. We… we can't lose you again."

Her words unraveled something within me. I realized I wasn't just drawn to their world; I was trapped. Their love, once suffocating, was now a possessive cage woven from concern and affection.

I looked at their faces, each beautiful in its own way, and a horrifying truth dawned on me. They were obsessed. Not with me as a brother, but as something… more. A possession to be cherished, protected, and never let go of. The warmth I felt earlier turned icy cold, a knot of fear tightening in my stomach.

They were my family, my saviors, but also my captors. A twisted family bound by a love that had crossed the line, and I, Y/n, the unwanted son, was now their prisoner in a gilded cage.

The following days solidified my fear. My room was adorned with SNSD posters, their schedules plastered across my desk like religious icons. My phone was replaced with one monitored by Sooyoung, under the guise of 'keeping me safe.' Sunny, the bubbly one, would burst into tears if I mentioned leaving for a walk. Hyoyeon, the dance machine, started following me everywhere, a silent, watchful shadow.

At night, the nightmares began. I'd wake up in a cold sweat, the scent of lilies – their favorite flower – thick in the air. A single lily would be placed on my nightstand, a silent promise of their obsessive love.

One evening, I managed to sneak my old phone out of my bag. With trembling fingers, I dialed a random international number. A voice, rough with sleep, answered on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Mom? Dad? It's me Y/n." Relief flooded me, a lifeline thrown across a vast ocean of despair.

But before I could speak further, the door creaked open. Taeyeon stood there, her face a mask of fury. The phone clattered to the floor, the sound of my shattered hope echoing in the silence.

"Who were you talking to?" Her voice was laced with venom.

Tears welled up in my eyes. "M-my parents. I just wanted to…"

"You don't need anyone else," Tiffany cut in, her eyes blazing with a possessive glint. "You have us."

They surrounded me, a suffocating wall of beautiful faces. Yoona, ever the gentle one, held a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

"This will help you sleep, Y/n. No more bad dreams."

Panic clawed at my throat. I lunged for the door, but Jessica was already there, her grip like iron. A struggle ensued, a pathetic fight against nine determined women. In the end, they subdued me, the syringe finding its mark on my arm.

The world dissolved into a hazy blur. As darkness claimed me, I heard their voices, a chilling chorus that echoed in the recesses of my mind.

"Don't worry, Y/n. You're safe now. You'll never leave us again."

I woke up strapped to a bed, the sterile white room a stark contrast to the opulent prison I called home. An IV dripped into my arm, a constant reminder of my captivity.

On the bedside table sat a bouquet of lilies, their cloying scent filling the air. Despair washed over me, a cold, suffocating wave. There was no escape. I was a prisoner in a gilded cage, a plaything for nine beautiful, deranged women who called themselves my sisters. The once-distant dream of freedom now felt like a cruel joke. My new reality was a life sentence of love, a love so twisted it could only be called obsession.

To Be Continued