#pure comedy gold if you ask me

[helenvader]

Just sharing so that my observation is not lost in the tags. Maybe I am repeating old news, but I haven't noticed it being mentioned so far.

Look on the left... Who is it, precioussss? Everyone's favourite Waldreg. 🤣 Well, top half of his head.

Not knowing he's looking at "the beautiful servant".

Still is by @niocel. (Hope it's fine with you to I use it?)

[uyuforu]

Hi! When you draw a solar/lunar return/natal chart on astro.com, what asteroids would you recommend to include? Apart from the ones you get if you choose the "Astrodienst w. asteroids“ drawing style. I‘ve been ignoring them for years and I feel like I‘m missing out lmao, but having to type the asteroid numbers out is really bothersome to me 😭💀 Thank you in advance <3. Also sorry if you have a post where you talked about something similar. I tried to look before asking but I couldn’t find anything

I have a list of all asteroids I have, and depending on what you wanna see, you can check those here ^^

Romance Asteroids

° Juno (3) (marriage and soulmate)

° Destinn (6583) (destiny)

° Groom (5129) (groom)

° Boda (1487) (marriage)

° Briede (19029) (bride)

° Union (1585) (how do we meet fs)

° Eros (433) (kinks and sex)

° Kiss (8267) (kiss style)

° Lovelock (51663) (how do we fall in love)

° Cupido (763) (how do we fall in love)

° Valentine (447) (cute, pure, tender love)

° Amor (1221) (passionate love)

° Alma (390) (Soulmates/ Twin Flames/ Karmics/ Soul Links)

° Alinda (887) (kissing, making out)

Fame Asteroids

° Fama (408) (fame, rumors, gossips)

° Europa (52) (fame and recognition)

° Mireille (594) (easily gaining people’s love and admiration)

° Glo (3267) (glowing shining, attention)

° Lumier (775) (where do you shine)

° Populus (8647) (being popular and well known)

° Musa (600) (inspiring other)

° Starr (4150) (shining, standing out)

° Zeus (5731) (gaining fame)

° Varuna (amazing and incredible fame) (20000)

° Fan (151590)

Money Asteroids

°Abundantia (151) (having a lot of money, abundance and inheritance)

° Mony (7782) (how can we obtain money)

° Fortuna (19)

° Tyche (258)

° Banks (13956)

° Gold (4955)

° Midas (1981)

Spiritual Asteroids

° Teller (5006) (Tarot abilities)

° Apollo (1862) (talents)

° Kalchas (4138) (divination talents)

° Horus (1924) (linked to 3rd eye)

° Arrokoth (486958) (astrology talents)

° Estrella (11697) (shining, beauty and talents of astrology)

° Merlin (2598) (magic and prophetic abilities)

° Spirit (37452) (seeing spirits and entities and communicating with them)

° Telephus (5264) (linked to telepathy)

° Aura (1488) (Ability to see the real aura or intentions of people)

° Karma (3811)

° Erda (894) (our past life)

° Spirit (37452) (our spirit guys)

Talents Asteroids

° Dones (21965) (our natural gift)

° Probitas (902) (being good and excellent)

° Carrera (3050) (our career)

° Industria (389) (our career)

° webb (3041) (the internet)

Psychology & Medical Talents Asteroids

° Hylonome (10370) (psychologist abilities)

° Makhaon (3063) (talent for medicine and healing)

° Anahita (270) (creative and therapeutic talents)

Writing & Communication Asteroids

° Calliope (22) (writing and singing)

° Erato (62) (writing poetry, romance and erotic matters)

° Biblialexa (51895) (writing or reading books)

° Murray (941) (excellent communicator, writer, speeches, etc)

° Elatus (31834) (good at speaking in public, amazing speeches)

° Kleopatra (216) (being loved and admired by our communicating skills)

° Mnemosyne (57) (good communicator, good at telling stories, good at acting with our voice)

Acting Asteroids

° Thalia (23) (ability to entertain and comedy)

° Lumiere (775) (acting abilities)

° Melpomene (18) (acting abilities and dark writing)

° Actor (12238) (being an actor)

° Mnemosyne (57) (good communicator, good at telling stories, good at acting with our voice)

° Fantomas (242492) (Acting skills)

Singing & Musical Asteroids

° Cantor (16246) (sings a lot and talent in singing)

° Harmonia (40) (singing abilities)

° Singer (10698) (singing abilities and talent)

° Terpsichore (81) (dancing and singing)

° Piani (10573) (related to piano and playing instruments)

° Euterpe (27) (musical talent)

° Echo (60) (beautiful voice)

° Melpomene (18) (Muse of Singing)

Painting & Cooking Asteroids

° Pintar (33103) (painting)

° Van Gogh (4457) (painting)

° Picasso (4221) (painting)

° Cook (3061) (cooking abilities)

° Baker (2549) (baking abilities)

Sexual Asteroids

° Eros (433) (kinks & sex)

° 1988 XB (7753) (extreme sexual activity)

° 1996 TL66 (15874) (discharge, squirting)

° 2002 XW93 (78799) (group sex)

° 2005 PQ21 (134210) (porn, extreme sexual activity)

° 2010 EN65 (316179) (discharge, orgasm)

° 2000 CO104 (999004) (orgasm, ecstasy)

° Alinda (887) (rough, passionate sex)

° Ignatius (3562) (our kinks, the one we keep as secret)

° Kama (1387) (how we have sex, our sex style)

° Lust (4386) (our sex style, what turn us on, our sexual desires)

Children & Home Asteroids

° Child (4580) (inner child)

° DNA (55555) (our DNA, children)

° House (4950) (our home)

Hoping it can help! You can also check those on other types of chart ^^

[paddockletters]

broke but not broken | mason mount

pairing: mason mount x reader

summary: you prank Mason by saying you can't afford dinner.

I was scrolling through TikTok when I stumbled upon this brilliant prank: a girl telling her boyfriend she couldn’t take him out to dinner because she didn’t have any money. I couldn’t resist. Mason was such a sweetheart, and watching his confusion unfold would be comedy gold.

As we hopped into the car, both of us dressed to impress for our dinner date, I decided it was time to unleash my plan.

I leaned over and started recording, wanting to capture every moment. I took a deep breath and turned to him, my expression serious.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

“Mase, we need to talk.”

He glanced at me, his brow furrowing with concern. “You alright?”

I maintained my serious face.

“I can’t take you out to dinner tonight. I don’t have any money.”

His eyes widened, clearly bewildered.

“What do you mean? I always pay!”

“Yeah, well, not this time. So… we can’t go out,” I said, trying my best to keep a straight face.

“Wait, when did you ever pay?” He sounded genuinely confused, which made it harder for me not to laugh.

“Just today, I guess? I’ve got a strict budget,” I replied, feigning seriousness.

Mason leaned back in his seat, looking like I’d just told him the world was ending.

“You can’t be serious! Use my card! That’s why I work, yeah?”

I smirked, loving the way he was trying to reason with me. “But what if I don’t want to?”

“Are you joking? You’re leaving me like this?” He gestured to himself, all dressed up. “I’m ready to go, and you’re telling me we’re just… not?”

“Oh, absolutely. Welcome to my world!” I said, trying to suppress my laughter.

He shook his head, a mixture of confusion and concern on his face.

“But I don’t get it! You’ve got money somewhere, don’t you? I’m not asking you to pay! I want to take you out!”

I could hardly contain myself, watching his expressions shift from disbelief to sheer desperation.

“Mason, you’re not listening. I simply can’t afford it today. Maybe we can just grab a takeaway?”

His eyes widened even more.

“Takeaway? Is that what you want? I’m not having a night in with just microwave noodles!”

“Why not? They’re delicious!” I shot back, enjoying the banter.

He leaned forward, looking like he was trying to solve a complex puzzle. “No, seriously! When did you suddenly decide not to pay? This is all so weird! What’s going on?”

“Look, I just don’t feel like going out,” I said, trying to stifle my laughter. “Can’t we just order something in?”

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated.

“But I’m all dressed up! You can’t just bail on me like this!”

“Maybe I just wanted to surprise you with a cozy night at home?” I teased.

“Surprise? You’re killing me here!” he replied, his voice a mix of amusement and genuine concern. “I was looking forward to dinner!”

“This is pure gold, Mason! The world needs to see your reaction.”

“Great, can’t wait for everyone to see how you’re torturing me,” he said, crossing his arms dramatically.

I giggled as I watched him try to process the whole situation.

"But really, what if I’m saving my money for a surprise?”

“A surprise that leaves me starving?” he quipped, rolling his eyes but still trying to hide his smile.

“Exactly! Now you’re getting it!” I shot back, barely able to contain my laughter.

He paused, tilting his head as if he were figuring out a riddle.

“Look, just take my card! I don’t care about the money. I’m more worried about being hungry in a minute!”

“You’re so sweet,” I said, laughing at how genuinely concerned he sounded. “But no dinner means more time to cuddle on the sofa, right?”

“Now you’re just teasing me!” he exclaimed, half-laughing, half-dying inside. “This isn’t fair. I’m not leaving without food!”

“Too bad! You’re stuck with me and some instant noodles,” I replied, loving every moment of his confusion.

Finally, I relented, unable to keep the prank going any longer.

“Alright, alright! It was a prank! I saw it on TikTok!”

His expression shifted from confusion to relief, and then to mock annoyance. “You little bugger! I thought I’d have to starve!”

“I couldn’t help it! Your reactions were too good!” I said, still laughing as I stopped the recording.

Days before posting the video i have to say... it was a hit. I was on the couch with Mason next to me, and I started reading the comments as they rolled in.

“Why is Mason so confused?”

“Love this couple!”

“Mason’s reactions are the best!”

“LOL, he’s so sweet for offering to pay!”

"Mason was so offended istg "

I turned to Mason, who was shaking his head with a grin. “You know, I might just get you back for this.”

“Oh, I’m ready for whatever you’ve got! Just know, I’ll always be one step ahead,” I replied, feeling the warmth of our playful banter.

He smirked. “Next time, I’m the one pulling a prank! Just you wait.”

“Bring it on, Mount!” I laughed, excitement bubbling up inside me. This was just the beginning of our fun adventures, and I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store next.

[fireandiceland]

Hey I just wrote this in *checks time* like thirty minutes after it’s been on my mind since last night. It’s probably far from perfect but I think you will get what I want to project from my brain into yours 🥺🩷

usukus, very domestic very fluff, much scene and mood building with minimalist dialogue. a little offering from me to you in these trying times 💕

Alfred wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes, warm and cuddly under the sheets, but as he stirs he finds the bed empty by his side. A warmth still lingers but it’s almost gone entirely.

He doesn’t think too much of it, tries to doze off, back into the land of dreams, but after a couple of minutes the pressing matter of urgent natural needs force him to leave the warm embrace of the bed.

He stumbles out of the bedroom, bleary eyes barely cooperating as he feels his way along the wall until he finds the bathroom door. A way he has marched countless times in all states of wake and tiredness yet it’s always a surprise when his hand finds the door handle and switch for the bathroom light.

When business is done and his eyes have become used to the darkness he finds a soft light coming through under the door to the living area. The open kitchen, dining room and living room have always been a dream of his.

He pads towards the door, towards the light. His steps are still clumsy with sleep clouding his ability to move more elegantly.

“Arthur?”

He blinks a few times to give his eyes the chance to adjust to the dim light of Arthur’s reading lamp. First the pitch black of the hallway, then the offending intensity of the bathroom light, back to darkness in the hallway again - Alfred rubs his eyes, the action almost childlike to him when Arthur acknowledges his presence with a look.

“It’s late. Why are you awake, love?”

Could ask you the same, Alfred thinks but doesn’t say out loud. He shakes his head in sleepy disbelieve and finally entires the scene.

As Alfred comes closer, Arthur puts down the needlework he was working on and unfolds his legs under the soft blanket that covers his lower half. With the still lightly steaming cup of tea on the side table and his reading glasses on he looks like the epitome of domestic.

Without another word Alfred sits down, lays down, cuddles into Arthur’s side, forcing him to find a position where he can support his boyfriend’s need for physical closeness without either of them rolling off the not so spacious double-seater where Arthur had made himself a nightly home.

It isn’t unusual for him to spend a sleepless night doing needlework or reading one of his more explicitly ‘romantic’ books or simply indulging in the unintentional comedy that is late night tv commercials. But for Alfred to be awake too is a rare pleasure.

“How long ‘ve you been ‘wake?”

Alfred’s words are muffled by his face being hidden in the soft warmth of Arthur’s ridiculously charming, old fashioned flannel pyjama shirt and the blanket covering his face up to his nose.

“Depends. What time is it?”

For him to tell the time Arthur would have to turn around to face the nearest clock and disturb the sweetness that is a cuddly Alfred, close and soft and adorably pliant. A sacrifice he isn’t willing to make.

“T’late t’be ‘wake…”

Touché. Arthur quietly chuckles and threads his fingers through Alfred’s blond hair. In the orange light of his reading lamp it looks like threads of pure gold spin around his fingers. Even at night the warmth of a summer’s day radiates from Alfred and Arthur lets its light touch his skin, feels it prickling on his cheeks as he too settles into a comfortable position for the night.

“Yes, indeed it is… Good night, Alfred.”

The light is extinguished, but this time Alfred finds comfort in the darkness. Because this time he knows when he awakes, it will be with Arthur in his arms. He hugs him a little tighter at the thought and feels a brush of lips at the top of his head.

“G’night, Arthur..”

[pichiru]

The Sun Also Smiles - Chapter 4

Chapters - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

Summary - With Mabel and Dipper's 16th birthday party on the horizon, Grunkle Stan takes to online dating to find a date for the party. Things start to get real weird real fast.

Word Count - 3,035

Pairing(s) - Stan Pines x OC

Genre(s): Romance, Comedy, Mystery

A/N: There is a bit of verbal sexual harassment in this chapter! So please tread lightly if that's something you're sensitive to!

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"S-Solanaaaaaa! H-Heeyyyyy," Stan said nervously, avoiding eye contact with her completely. He was looking at every single spot but her eyes or her boobs, er, her body. Fuck.

"Wow. You really are a shy old guy," she giggled, covering her mouth a little. "This is why I didn't want to meet you so soon. I knew that you would start treating me differently immediately."

"N-No! I'm not!" Stan said quickly, looking into her eyes instantly when he spoke. "I just wasn't...expectin to...see ya so soon."

"Ah, so you weren't being a creepy stalker and this is just pure happenstance?" She joked, folding her arms across her chest which made the cleavage in the keyhole of her shirt push up.

Stan's eyes trailed down to her chest then swiftly back up at her face. "Yeah, exactly! Nothin crazy like that. My niece wanted to come here for uh...reasons that aren't important right now."

While Stan was talking, Solana was twirling her hair around her right index finger, which, again, pushed her boobs up into the keyhole even further. She was enthralled by how stacked Stan was in person. He looked like he worked out more than just a couple times a month. His stature was thick but tall of course. Couldn't have been shorter than 6'2. For an older man, that was certainly impressive.

A laugh suddenly came from Stan. "Who's the one eye fuckin who now?" he laughed once more.

Solana shot him a smirk before licking her lips subtly. "Look, I never said I was above doing it," she responded with a light shrug of her shoulders. "You certainly are sexy though. Pictures don't and never will do you justice. And the gold chain? Ooh," she shuddered before giggling.

Stan's entire face was red now. He didn't think she'd be so straightforward in person but she definitely did match his energy at least. He clenched his cane to keep himself tethered to what little bit of sanity he even had left from years of bullshit. She was so very beautiful so-

"Why are ya...so..."

"So...what?"

"Avoidant about bein seen?" he asked curiously.

"I told you. People start to treat me differently when they see me," she said, shrugging slightly.

"Why?" He was so confused about this entire concept. "Isn't it a good thing for a dame like you to get all the attention?"

"No. It's...different. Very different," she replied, a sad tinge to her tone.

Just as Stan was about to ask her another question, Mabel and Maze came shuffling over to him to show him a basket of treasures they found in the store so far.

"Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Stan!" Mabel squealed happily as she practically vibrated out of her skin. "Look, look!" she said, holding the shopping basket up to him.

"Those little trinkets are 50% off to the cutest kid in the store," Solana said matter of factly to Mabel with a genuine smile.

Mabel stopped in her tracks and slowly turned to look at Solana. "Shut...UP!!!!" She screamed excitedly, jumping now. "That's definitely me!!"

"We're literally twins," Maze chimed in, rolling his eyes.

"Fraternal!" Mabel reminded with a cheeky grin, twisting her index finger into her cheek.

"Well 50% off to everyone who's a twin!" Solana laughed.

"Hey, I'm a twin. Does that mean I get the discount too?" Stan chuckled.

"Hmm...I'm gonna need proof of that statement," she said as she squinted at Stan, not truly believing him.

"Hold on!" Mabel said as she pulled out her phone and started looking through her massive collection of pictures. Selfies specifically. She scrolled furiously until she found a selfie with her, Maze, Ford, and Stan. She showed Solana the picture and Solana bent down slightly to look at the screen.

"Oooh, okay. He wasn't lying. Two identically handsome men. Interesting," Solana mused with a purse of her lips as she peeked at Stan out the corner of her eye briefly. "Discounts across the board then!" She nodded and turned to the twins to get a good look at them.

"You two are actually adorable. Like actually," Solana complimented.

"Thank yooouuuuu!" Mabel said gratefully. Meanwhile, Maze was hiding behind his hair, blushing furiously. Mabel nudged him. "Say thank you," she grumbled to him quietly.

"T-Thank you," he murmured shyly as he shoved his hands into his pockets so he couldn't fidget anymore.

"Uh, kids. Are you done shoppin or do ya need more?" Stan asked them. He really just wanted to be alone with Solana for a moment longer.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Mabel droned as she leaned her head back to think.

"You seem like the type of girl to enjoy a good mini cat figurine," Solana surmised. "Am I right?"

Mabel looked up at Solana with big eyes. "Yes..." She said in a serious tone that showed just how excited she was.

"Aisle 21." Solana gave her a sweet smile as Mabel grabbed Maze and drug him over to the exact aisle that was mentioned.

Stan was impressed with how well she handled the kids. She was so motherly and kind. His heart started racing at the thought of her genuinely being interested in him. Her motherly tendencies did something for him. Did he have mommy issues? Fuck.

"You think a lot, don't you?" Solana asked, breaking Stan's train of thought. "Allow me to remedy that," she cooed as she walked closer to him. "May I?" She motioned with her hands that she was asking to touch him.

He couldn't do anything but freeze in place once she moved closer. "Y-Yeah," he stammered, nodding quickly.

Solana smiled at him then stretched up onto her tippy toes to place a kiss at the corner of his mouth, leaving behind a bit of the lip gloss she had on. "Better?" she asked.

Stan had a love stricken expression written plain as day across his face when he processed the kiss. "Yeah. Better," he said in a dreamy voice.

"You're so cute," Solana chuckled. "Haven't you been married before?"

"Nah, I...I got dangerously close but it didn't pan out. It's fine though," Stan said, brushing it off. He didn't want to talk to his new flame about his old flames. Felt weird.

"Something tells me it isn't fine but I'll let it be. For now." She turned to the mess on the ground behind them and began to pick the stuff up. She crouched down and put everything back on the lower shelves from where they fell, humming as she did so.

Stan looked around, not knowing what to do or say to her at this point. He was going to speak but a voice boomed through the store. He groaned in frustration at being interrupted for the millionth time with her.

"Solana!" the voice yelled. "Where are you?"

She sighed and murmured under her breath before standing back up and flattening out her clothes. "Yes, Chip?" she called out, walking past Stan to the end of the aisle where she knew he was going to be.

A lanky, lightly tanned man with perfectly coiffed hair and a pair of black sunglasses walked up to Solana. Even though he had the sunglasses on, you can still tell he was looking at her in a way that would make anyone, woman or not, uncomfortable as hell.

"You look good today," he said with a shit eating grin. "Loving the new and improved uniform on you. What you did with it is so...mmm! You know?" he said to her quietly.

"Chip, I don't have time for you right now. I have a store to run. Your store. You know. The one you opened?" She said as she rolled her eyes at him. "Why are you even here today? You come in on Sundays and Wednesdays. It's literally Saturday."

"I gotta be honest. I wanted to see you," he said, holding his hands up in defense, still smiling that stupid smile.

"Well good for you because I definitely don't want to see you," She said as she turned to walk away from him before he grabbed her arm. Almost immediately, Stan was standing between the two of them, towering over Chip and facing him.

"The lady said she doesn't wanna be bothered. Ya better leave 'er alone or I'll have to intervene," Stan said, standing directly in front of Solana to protect her from even being looked at by that disgusting...

"And who are you?" Chip asked, looking up at Stan, never once dropping that smile.

"He's my boyfriend and he doesn't take lightly to someone touching me," Solana said quickly.

Stan faltered slightly, not expecting her to say that so freely. He immediately regained his composure and looked at Chip sternly, his eyebrows flat, mouth set in a hard line. He wasn't about to show weakness to this...this dickhead.

"Boyfriend? You never mentioned that," Chip said, adjusting his glasses. "Kinda old."

"She doesn't have to," Stan said curtly, cutting him off and leaving no room for ifs, ands, or buts about it. "Leave."

Chip tried to peek around Stan's large shoulders to see Solana but Stan blocked every advance he tried to make.

"I said, leave," he said in a much more firm tone as he leaned down closer to Chip's face.

Chip threw his hands up in defeat. "This is my store after all. I'll definitely be back. Don't you worry about it." He kept that same smile on his face as he turned and left the store. He hopped into his sports car, started it up, and drove away at a blinding speed.

Solana was breathing heavily behind Stan, starting to have a bit of an anxiety attack. Stan swiveled around on his heels to meet her face to face.

"You okay?" he asked in a concerned voice. He didn't know how to deal with his own anxiety let alone someone else's.

"Yeah, I..." She said as she looked down at her clothes in disgust. It was very obvious that Chip had a hand in how she dressed at this job. It was awful for her.

"Are the kids ready to check out?" She chirped, trying to change the subject.

"Solana-" Stan started.

"Don't worry about it. I'm fine," she said firmly. "It's fine. I'm fine. Everything's fucking fine!" she snapped before adjusting her clothes and walking off.

Stan stood there in disbelief. He didn't think negatively about her. In fact, he felt an insatiable urge to protect her. Protect her from this creep, protect her from all men, from everything. Of course he ogled her when he first saw her but he reigned it in the moment he felt that twinge of loyalty to Solana before he knew it was her. He didn't want to be like Chip. He wanted to treat her nicely and treat her the way a beautiful woman like her deserved to be treated.

After gathering himself and flattening his suit coat, Stan walked out of the aisle to go find the kids only to find Solana checking them out at an impressive speed. He walked over to them slowly in silence, not wanting to disturb the flow.

"Grunkle Stan, Miss Solana is giving us so many discounts! I got sooooo many mini cat figurines. She was right. I do love a good mini cat figurine," Mabel rambled excitedly.

Solana was avoiding eye contact with everyone, especially Stan. She couldn't stand to see what he thought of her after that.

"So we're having a grand opening sale for 20% off of most things and then I'm giving you my employee discount of 30% which means you're getting everything half off," Solana explained as she started bagging everything up since she was done scanning. "So your total is $615.03."

Mabel and Maze froze in their places at the mention of that number. They slowly turned to look at Stan who looked completely disinterested in whatever was being said. He was focused on Solana and how avoidant she was being. Maybe she was doing it in front of the kids for their sake but he knew it wasn't that.

Stan pulled his wallet out and opened it to grab a stack of money. He whipped out a couple of hundreds plus a few more smaller bills to cover the price. He handed it all to Solana who took it without hesitation and put it into the register.

Solana handed the bags to the kids and smiled at them. "I hope you have an amazing time creating whatever it is you're creating. I hope to see it floating around the town one day if possible."

Mabel cheesed hard at Solana's words. "Thank yooouuuu!" she said loudly as she grabbed two bags and left the other three for Maze and Stan to take. Maze, being the good brother and nephew he was, took two of the heaviest bags to spare Stan from hurting himself. Or so he thought that's what he was doing.

"Kids, I'll meet you at the car," Stan said calmly, looking directly at Solana who was still avoiding his eye line.

"O...kay?" Maze said as he looked between the both of them then walked off with Mabel towards the entrance of the store. "What the heck was that about?" he murmured to her quietly, making sure neither Stan or Solana heard him.

Stan placed his hands flat on the register table they were at, his eyes never leaving Solana. She fidgeted so incessantly that it made him feel weird for even looking at her.

"I'm sorry," Stan said simply.

"For what? You didn't do anything wrong," she responded, tucking hair behind her ear as she spoke, still not looking at him.

"The way you're actin got me feelin like I did. I'm sorry for interferin."

Solana sighed and looked at Stan finally. "It's not that. I feel..." She groaned slightly. "Disgusting. This is exactly why I didn't want to meet you in person. Yet. I always have interactions like this with men specifically."

"Why?" Stan asked curiously.

"I don't know. I genuinely don't know. It's..." She laughed bitterly and shook her head. "At least you did it in your head and not outright."

Stan's face heated up. He wished he never did that in the first place and she brought it back up again. "I'm sorry about that too. But you know what's funny?"

"What?"

"I stopped cuz I felt this...connection to ya last night and I felt like I was...bein disloyal in this...'talking stage'? Or whatever my niece called it," he admitted, grumbling at the end.

Solana's heart melted at Stan's admission. She smiled at him and reached over to place her hand on top of his. She squeezed it thoughtfully. "Yeah?" She asked with a crooked smile.

His eyes briefly dropped down to their hands touching. "Yeah," he confirmed, leaning forward towards her a bit.

"I mean I should have expected this much from my boyfriend," she teased while giggling.

Stan laughed at her bringing her own words back up. "That...That got me when you said it. I thought I was goin insane when I heard it."

"No, not at all. I wouldn't mind it becoming reality one day," she paused. "Soon." Her eyes dropped to his lips for but a moment but he caught the gesture almost immediately.

"May I?" he asked, echoing her from before things went haywire. His own eyes were wandering over the features of her face. He couldn't help it. Her beauty rivaled even the mermaids he saw on his voyage with Ford.

"Such a gentleman for asking," she cooed. "Of course," she allowed.

He leaned down to Solana until their lips finally met. Their eyes closed immediately to truly lose themselves in the kiss. She squeezed his hand tightly, showing that she was restraining herself from doing much more than a simple kiss. She couldn't help herself and deepened the kiss a little more before Stan politely pulled away from her lips slightly.

"I'd be willin to continue this somewhere private if I wasn't babysittin right now," he whispered against her lips before kissing her a few more times.

Solana hummed into the subsequent kisses, her eyelashes fluttering at the same time. "Got any free time tonight?" She asked boldly, trying to catch her lips between every word she spoke.

"I might. I'll text ya and let ya know. Sound good?"

"Yeah. Sounds good," she said in a hurried tone.

Stan gave her a few more kisses before pulling away completely and fixing his clothes.

Mabel and Maze were standing outside Stan's car with their jaws dropped to the ground. Mabel dropped her bags. They slowly looked at each other in complete shock. They saw the entire encounter.

"Did Grunkle Stan just..." Mabel asked.

"He did..." Maze responded.

"Here he comes, here he comes! Act natural!" Mabel said quickly and quietly. She scrambled to pick up the bags.

When the doors opened, Stan walked through them and looked at the twins in confusion.

"The car was open," he said to them slowly, not completely sure why they were still standing and waiting.

"Oh! hahahaha!" Mabel laughed awkwardly as she scrambled into the car. She didn't really give much more of an answer than that, leaving Maze to pick up the pieces instead. Maze looked at Mabel with an expression that disapproved of her immediate betrayal.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Maze said before he suddenly retreated and got into the backseat with Mabel.

"I thought you wanted to sit in the front, kid?" Stan said as he approached the driver's side and opened the door to get in.

"Naaahhhhh. I decided I wanna sit with Mabel," Maze said quickly with a nod.

"Gotcha," Stan said as he got in and closed the door. He pulled out his keys then started the car up.

"Your old grunkle got a date tonight. So I want you two to take care of each other and Sixer while I'm gone for the night," Stan said as he put the car in reverse and turned around to back out of the spot.

The twins sat in their seats, frozen. A date? They thought to themselves.

[lily-alphonse]

what if... shane and mr. qi

Bro what 😭 I know absolutely nothing about Mr. Qi. BUT I have like 2 or 3 more asks with him in it so it looks like Im gonna have to build a characterization for him real quick lol. I love him though. Love a weird little cryptid man and the fanart is so good.

What interest would he have in Shane I wonder? Maybe it's an AU where Shane is the one to take over the farm and everything so he's secretly special. OR... Mr. Qi just enjoys watching a dumpsterfire. There's no TLC in Stardew Valley so what better reality TV content than to watch the town drunk? Maybe even make things a little worse for him sometimes just for funsies.

You know how in the Sims, if you have an unlucky Sim they can cheat death because Grim either pities or is amused by their shenanigans? That's the dynamic I think. Shane is so unlucky that Qi finds him endearing over time.

Qi would start to leave notes for him, trying to send him on adventures or test him. Shane would have none of it, crumbling the weird notes and suspecting someone was playing some kind of prank on him. Qi gets annoyed about it. Enough to even reveal himself, but he picks (what may or may not be) the best time because Shane is so drunk he doesn't even care.

Mr. Qi almost blends into the darkness by the dock, except his cape shimmers with moonlight and catches Shane's eye. He approaches him when he's discovered.

"Shane," he says in greeting.

It makes Shane wonder if he knows him. Then he wonders if he should be worried about this random shady character approaching him. But he also looks kinda silly, a wide hat and sunglasses obscuring his face, and the most obvious answer is that he’s finally snapped.

Shane narrows his eyes at him, trying to decide what to name this odd figment of his imagination. "Mr..." he starts, and Mr. Qi is almost ready to be impressed until Shane settles on "Hat."

Qi isn't sure whether to laugh or disappear in a rage.

A sort of scoff comes out instead and he sits next to him on the dock. 

"Where did you come from?" Shane asks.

"I come from everywhere." 

"Figures," Shane mumbles into his beer can. He downs another drink. "You're not gonna be some kind of like... conscious that talks in riddles or something are you?"

It feels appropriate, almost making them equals, for Shane to see him as an imaginary friend. It makes up for the way Qi had started to see him as a pet. 

"Not a conscious, though I might speak in riddles occasionally."

“Dammit. Tracks I guess. Can never make sense of any of the shit up here,” he mumbles, gesturing to his head.

Qi had been planning to ask him about the notes, maybe even scare him a little. But here he was being handed the golden opportunity to see into Shane’s mind, and that was even better.

Actually, being an unknown, an enigma, had always been the goal. Short of that,he was forced to keep a carefully curated reputation of mystery, which was not at all the same. Meeting in this way turned out to be a blessing.

“Why do you think you’ve summoned me here?”

“I'm drunk.”

“I can see that.”

“I dunno, I'm pathetically lonely," he says with an exasperated sigh, "Obviously.”

Qi feels a twinge of something unnameable at that, though it's still pretty amusing. He likes the blunt way Shane speaks, especially when he puts himself down, its pure dark-comedy gold. It feels different when directed at him personally though. Like some long-dormant human urge within him makes his heart ache to match Shane’s.

“Are you?” he asks simply.

"D'you have eyes under there?" Shane slurs, looking at him more closely.

"Would you have made me without eyes?"

"Good point. The fuck are we talking about? Who are you?"

"Mr. Hat, apparently."

"Right."

Anyway, they continue to meet like this, with Mr. Qi as his supposed imaginary friend, and Mr. Qi begins to genuinely enjoy the connection they have because no one has ever treated him like this. Everyone he meets is intimidated by him, afraid of him, or looking to screw him over. And beyond that, when he was younger and more human, it was always people wanting to know him. Always so many questions.

His goal was always to be unknown.

He gets that with Shane, under the pretext that he does not exist. It’s freeing, and paradoxically allows him to open up. Any perceived oddity about him only gets turned into a reflection on the darkness in Shane’s mind. In this way, Shane might know him in a deeper sense than anyone else has in a long time. Plus, Qi doesn’t laugh this much with anyone else.  

Shane wants to be unknown too, in his own way. But he starts to hate himself a little less, after these late night talks to ‘himself’. Weirdly he starts drinking less and the hallucination stays. 

I think there would be quite a dramatic falling out when he finds out the truth, but in a way, Shane would also be relieved that this was a real person he could potentially be with.

This ask is a part of the (now closed) SDV Rarepair Challenge! Check out the other answers here, and make sure to boost your favorite so it can appear in the final fic poll! More info on that here.

[vaile-elenya]

The comedy of RoP is underrated. Nori, Poppy, and the Stranger are iconic. Arondir “this shall be called super.” Nori suggesting names and then the other two, in sync, saying “you already said that.”

In season one, watching Nori and Poppy chase after a wheelbarrow was beautiful.

Berek being the best horse EVER and somehow being the smartest in the room

Other miscellaneous thoughts

1. Arondir is going after Adar, maybe he’ll meet Galadriel

2. I’m picturing Númenor having Elrond on speed dial for random mishaps. “Well he is the first king’s brother, so he must have good ideas like our first king did.” Like he shows up because of the coup.

Númenor: So, Lord Elrond this is our blight. How do you think the old king would taken action?

Elrond remembering Elros’ letters about stupid people: ……

Elros, lingering over his shoulder: For the love of, MIRIEL STAND UP!!

I’m so sorry for spamming your inbox, I have one (1) I can talk to about RoP and that is my dad. 💀 I hope you appreciate the carnage on your inbox

Never apologize for sending asks! I love them 🖤 Timezones and life may keep me from replying instantly, but trust me, I read them, think about them, and wait for the stars to align so I can sit down and properly respond 😂

And YES, humor in RoP is pure gold!!! Its that kinda blink-and-you-miss-it type of comedy that just hits for me. Like, that line about supper was so smoothly delivered that I didn’t realize Arondir was joking until he said the last word 😆 And Isildur sinking in the swamp, totally drowning, but still being like, “nah, it’s all good!” absolutely sent me 💀

I love that they’re sneaking in some bits of humor here and there, and not, you know, leaning heavily one way or another. It’s not too comedic but not dull either.

I think I’ve seen in the trailer that Arondir is going to be fighting in Eregion, so him meeting Galadriel is like 99.9% happening. But can you imagine his face when he sees her just chilling with the orcs? 💀 Like, “Excuse me, ma’am, but what exactly is happening here??”

I'm thinking, though... Arondir is focused on getting his revenge for what Adar did to Bronwyn and the Southlanders. Galadriel is just about to make some alliances with the Uruks. What if we get this super intense moment where Arondir’s about to take out Adar, but Galadriel stops him like she stopped Halbrand once, because he’s useful for now??? 👀 I don’t know, but I need it in my life

AND IF I SEE ELROND INTERACTING WITH THE NÚMENOR PLOTLINE IN ANY WAY I SWEAR I’M—

Okay but seriously, the idea of the Númenóreans treating him like Elros 2.0 is hilarious. BUT what if they’ve never actually met him? What if Elrond’s first introduction to them is during the chaos of the downfall?? Imagine Elrond meeting Elendil and Isildur and just having a full-on meltdown because they remind him so much of Elros. I CAN’T

[yahuanbk]

I love Sea of Stars. Best indie this year no question. I fought the final boss yesterday and now I'm going for the true ending and I love this game.

The combat is really fun, the dramatic moments are great and the comedy is pure gold.

I love the recurring joke of Yolande's ______ is my middle name paying off. And the bread thing. Y'eet. Or the "Seraï didn't see the use of this but she followed along" in the spa. And the "I can't directly help you but, oh look, what you needed from me just happens to be here... and I can't stop you either so...."

The throwbacks and crear inspiration to Chrono Trigger, Super Mario RPGs and other classics were great.

And I love Seraï. It's like somebody at the studio asked "what is cool?" And then proceded to combine everything they thought like, pirates and ninjas and portals and- also it's funny how everyone is like balancing when on a rope and Seraï is just walking, like normal. And her animation opening a portal with her back turned and attaking is perfect.

I love how everybody has so much personality in their animations. I love the special skill of B'st, it's so creative.

And Wheels is just incredible, I love the game. I already beat all champions but I keep going back because it's so much fun.

Anyways, Top tier game, 10/10, play it if you can.

[slashfuhrer]

the more I watch The Killing of a Sacred Deer the more I'm convinced that it's actually a comedy

"See? My example, it's metaphoric, it's symbolic" says Martin after having literally ripped a piece out of his arm

"We could order food if you're hungry" Kim tells Martin right after he asks her whether she's on her period (saltburn vampire scene premonition strong)

"I won't let you go until you try my tart" Martin's mum tells Steven right after coming onto him by basically stuffing his hand in her mouth (tart is a euphemism, right? also what is it about this fam where they all want to put Steven in their mouths, is this shit hereditary like Martin's dad's heart condition?) "Can I have your mp3 player when you die?" Kim asks her brother matter-of-factly. Deadpan delivery fr

"You'll say, but I only shot one person! How come four people are dead? So if you're gonna dig a hole in the yard, better make it a big one" - a line that could be delivered in all sorts of ways, but Barry does it in a "ur so stupid its kinda hilarious steven" way

"Bob, aren't you gonna come over and give me a hug?" Martin asks knowing full well (and probably being responsible) that Bob cant walk, while himself tied to a chair with a gunshot wound to his leg

Kim throwing things at Martin because he's not "trying hard enough" to heal her is just slapstick honestly That bit where Steven bangs at the door of the Lang house threatening to fuck Martin's mum and Martin himself "just like" he [Martin] wants it? Pure comedic gold The fact that Steven believes Martin can cause direct harm while being tied up and beaten in a basement ("What did you do to [Kim]")? Hilarious actually

[frownyalfred]

Ngl I ran to see the comment and your response is pure comedy. I quite literally started grinning. As if someone who has written so many popular, amazing, batman and co fics would forget about a character

People suck sometimes. BUT, the important thing is that you're fleshing out the characters that are in it so far and balancing characters is HARD to begin with, but especially when they all have so much nuance in them, especially in something like ASOH. If anyone is reading it and thinks they need another character thrown in, they just don't want to appreciate the characters that are there and the arcs that they are all going through simultaneously! Not to mention, it's an A/B/O universe, it's not like you click on the link expecting it to perfectly match canon and canon characters.

Anyways, just wanted to say that your response was GOLD and all the work you've already put into ASOH is a blessing. I can hardly imagine keeping a fic that long so straight and done so quickly so any one who thinks otherwise can just fuck off

Thank you so much! I know I'm getting a little snippy, but I've been trying to be nice for months now and people aren't listening. I've been working so hard on this story! It kills me when I post a chapter and half the comments are just people telling me they wish X character was here, and that the fic would be EVEN better if so and so showed up already.

Maybe that's my own fault for answering too many asks here, but still. It's a backhanded compliment even if it's well-intended. The fic is already great in my mind, friend! If you're sticking around just waiting for it to get better, that's not much of a way to go through life at all.

I love Jason and how far he's come, and I'm taking my time to make sure his part of this story is well fleshed out. I don't think that's a bad thing, and I'd really hope people give me time and patience to do so. Or at least, unsubscribe and stop leaving me passive aggressive comments about it.

[otaku-tyriq]

Hi again.....Thanks for answering my ask. Do you mind if I ask your top 5 (or top 10) favorite moments from any anime (can be series or movies)? Sorry if you have already answered this ask before.....

Ohhhh this ask is fun but also pretty hard to answer cuz there are so many anime I love! Anyways: SPOILERS FOR THESE SPECIFIC ANIME UNDER THE CUT: Promare, Trigun Stampede, Classicaloid, Yuuri on Ice, Moriarty the Patriot, Tiger and Bunny, Scott Pilgrim takes off, Vanitas no Carte, Naruto and DGray Man

1) The kiss of life from Promare

This and Galo saving Lio after he had been kidnapped just gives Galo and Lio as a ship major classic disney couple vibes like Sleeping Beauty or Snow White and has essentially sedimented Galolio as one of my favourite ships of all time for the rest of my days.

2) Because I am Vash the Stampede from Trigun Stampede

Literally the moment this entire series had built up towards, the two twins’ ideologies clashing and Vash proclaiming that no matter what he will always love humanity.

3) Every time Schubert says Beethoven Senpai from Classicaloid

It’s just pure comedy gold and cracks me up EVERY TIME!

4) Victuuri Proposal from Yuuri!!! on Ice

I mean…. It’s a canon gay proposal and one of the most influential queer representations in all of Anime. How could I NOT love this???

5) Live Liam from Moriarty the Patriot

I will admit this was a hard choice between the first time Liam and Sherlock meet and the "catch me if you can, Mr. Holmes” scene, but my final decision ended up being this one. Just the build up and Sherlock being too damn stubborn to even think about letting Liam become a Martyr. The speech of talking Liam out of committing suicide for the greater good and that he is not the monster he thinks he is aaaaahhhhhh i love it all. But I love this scene especially because I am a slut for characters jumping of high places to save their loved one.

6) You are not dying, Kotetsu from Tiger & Bunny

Literally the main reason why I ship these two and believe they’re in love. Just beautiful and tragic and Barnaby having learned how to cook Kotetsu’s favourite dish aaawwweeeee.

7) Wallace’s husband from Scott Pilgrim takes off

Is it the best joke in the anime? Nah there are objectively better ones out there. Does this line live rent free in my head regardless? Yes

8) That gay ass Dance Scene from Vanitas no Carte

Gay

Gay

Homosexual

Gay

9) Gaara vs. Rock Lee from Naruto

I had loved Rock Lee since the very moment he had shown up on screen the first time, but this moment right here, especially when he took off those weights, solidified him as my favourite naruto character for eternity. Just this boys unyielding determination to achieve his dream even without being able to use any ninjutsu is remarkable.

10) The Earl plays the 14th melody from Dgray Man

It’s …. Idk how to explain it, to hear a song previously associated with the hero of the show, being played slightly off key by the main antagonist sends chills down my spine.

[spinchs-field]

PLEASE tell me about the mechanisms steven universe au. there's so many things that could mean? are the mechanisms the latest threat the crystal gems have to face (funniest option)? is it a character replacement au in which case jonny should be steven just for the pure comedy of it. or is it the mechs as gems au in which case PLEASE tell me what gemstones you think the mechanisms are

it's a Mechs as gems AU :3!!! im still not totally sure if they encounter the canon cast but you're right it would be hilarious (especially considering what we assigned Aurora). but do keep in mind while reading this that i only know SU lore through osmosis and the wiki and have never actually watched the show itself. i did get a ton of help from a friend of mine while conjuring this up tho so shoutouts to Brook my bestie. anyway here's the AU:

the gem list;

Jonny - snowflake obsidian Tim - brown zebra jasper Marius - bismuth TS - red pearl Ivy - rose sapphire Nastya - aquamarine Ashes - fire opal Raphaella - peach moonstone Brian - gold Aurora - black diamond Beta - pyrite Scuzz - onyx Carmilla - bloodstone Lyfrassir - koroit opal

YES Aurora is a diamond. because it's funny. YES she is still madly in love with Nastya. YES they fuse incredibly often. and YES Nastya is like a fucking ant compared to Aurora.

as for the story itself? all of the crew is from Homeworld. Carmilla started what was basically a mini uprising against the Diamonds that led to a SHIT ton of infighting. Carmilla travels around to spread the rebellion which is how she meets the Mechs (they all got fucked up* in battle in one way or another and she decided to take them in and care for them). eventually it turned out that Aurora, despite being a LITERAL DIAMOND, actually hated the place and helped everyone leave. now they've just kinda been floating through space and passing the time with music (originally used to keep Aurora entertained out of fear but now they’ve learned she’s actually really niceys and just do it for fun)

*i'm still debating on if the Mechs should have cracked gems or just have their gem be where their mechanism is (with the exception of Brian and TS, which will probably be a reversed case in which Brian's gem is over his heart and TS's gem is on it's throat)

but um. yeah! im gonna start designing them eventually. if u have any other questions feel free 2 ask..

[loveabledirtbag]

1.04 - Dogs

i think this episode is one of the best of the series, and one of the most important, so i’m VERY excited to crack in!

i’ve always seen this episode as sort of a mid-season finale. a lot of the ongoing storylines from the first episode are sort of wrapped up here; as in the slow trek of trying to get the team at the beef onboard with the new system. marcus was won over in the first episode, but ebra seemed to be chill with it in episode two yet he never got a real storyline or moment of acceptance (yet another point of how ebra is underutilized!), sweeps, angel, and manny all put on the apron but have even less screen time showing their transition into the new system, but the donning of the uniform blue apron is symbolic of their allegiance to the new. all that’s left by episode 4 is tina and richie. but it’s tina, who is undoubtedly the heart of the episode, that matters most.

the intro of the episode almost right off the bat tells us that this episode is going to be different. it’s calm, yes, but episode three started calm but with an air of existentialism and tension over carmy’s clear feelings of anxiety. but this opens with a fun little song by david byrn, donuts being made, and marcus watching in all. it’s all cute, and sweet and happy. something we really haven’t seen before. this episode is different.

following marcus staring at the donuts with childlike love, we fade to richie trying to put a tshirt on a blow up hotdog! this episode is so tonally different. even though carmy and richie literally get into a physical fight over the hot dog, it’s dripping with pure comedy. comedy without the edge or the groan, or the bite that the rest of the episodes have had. there’s no anxiety in this episode yet. we see a physical fight break out and we smile! not to mention mid-fight tina comes out of the beef to toss a bag of garbage, lazily sees them fighting and calmly says “morning.” just to show that this isn’t all that surprising to her! this is comedy gold. and all of it elevated by richie falling onto the hot dog, popping it, and undeterred he says he’s going to grab the other one from the basement! it’s a perfect scene. an absolutely perfect scene.

this episode is the reason the bear is not just really good, but as damn near perfection as any show i’ve ever seen. because it knows when to take the foot off the gas. we had three really tense, really intense, really hard and gritty episodes. sure, the next two after the pilot were less neck-break speed, nonstop intense, but they both had a lot of intense moments that were hard to watch. one more episode with it would have been too much. it would have been over the top, and shown that while the show can do intensity, that’s ALL it could do. episode four proves they can do heart, nostalgia, and character growth just as deftly. and it slows down enough to allow us to catch our breath. like a pallet cleanser, allowing us to move onto the next course without having our pallets blown out by the previous dishes

“you have no idea what kind of administrative correspondence i have to get done today…you might shit on my system, but i like to get back to my cohorts in a timely fashion.” “name me a cohort, name me one cohort.” “timothy, but i don’t have time for this” - i fucking love it. just so funny. genius writing. also mention of a system. richie’s/mikey’s system.

i remember the first time watching this episode, when marcus asks syd to try his chocolate cake, and syd says it’s great thinking to myself “huh. is there something between marcus and syd?”

“i answer to jeff. the system.” more system talk from tina. and this is interesting, because sue mentions “jeff”, who we all know is “chef” carmy. so she’s talking about carmy’s system, more or less. BUT carmy’s system is that syd is managing the kitchen, effectively tina’s boss, and so if syd says something tina is supposed to do it. but tina’s not doing it. so we know it’s not REALLY carmy’s system she’s following. she’s trying to stuff richie’s system into carmy’s system and it’s not working.

god, i remember absolutely hating tina because her ways of getting back and annoying carmy and syd cut through me for some reason. now i love her, but the last three episodes she made me so mad for some reason. like when she whistles as syd gets stuck doing onions, or when she faux looks shocked at syd and says “no!” as syd is trying to relate to tina about being a woman in the kitchen. the fact that the first time i watched this in the back of my mind i was like “someone needs to fucking knock tina down a peg, or like send her home for the day until she can fucking stop being such a dick”, and then in twenty minutes i ended saying “tina is amazing and i’m crying and i would do anything for her happiness.” that’s how good this show, and this episode is

“yo, why are you on the kennedy?” “chill the fuck out, cicero lives in naperville.” “you gotta get on the fuckin’ eden” i know everyone thinks LA has a monopoly on being obsessed about roads, but i truly believe it’s universal. i’ve seen some people shit on this scene as some sort of chicago glory-porn showcasing the writers and producers “really know chicago”, and that’s not it at all in my mind. dig into wilmette, or naperville and you’ll learn about just what demographic cicero is in. but also, carmy forgot where cicero lives, and richie did not. even though carmy is “real” family, and richie is not. the shows a deeper understanding of carmy’s distance from his own family, and richie’s deep connection to a family that is not his.

the fight between cicero and richie when seen through the lens of richie and cicero in the episode set five years previously is pretty interesting. a lot happens in five years.

“carmen, is that you? i thought you killed yourself?” “no, sir. that was my brother.” and then mr. szorski just wordlessly walking away, speaks VOLUMES. carmy was gone for a long time, and carmy didn’t have a big personality like mikey did. so to learn that the fun and boisterous mikey is dead and the withdrawn and odd carmy is alive, what more is there for an old chicagoan midwestern man to do? “eh, i’m done with this conversation” and just leaves.

richie having a bottle of xanax with his name on it means something. it’s an overlooked detail, but it means at least in some capacity richie has seen a medical professional and gotten a prescription. the bottle has his name on it. he suffers from anxiety and dread, like carmy, but he’s taking medication for it.

the chekhov’s gun of richie popping a pill out of the bottle over the jug of ectocooler juice, both in sharp focus as carmy watched a bit concerned is a nice touch

one of the greatest back in forth in tv history “where’s the box with ketchup in it?” “i didn’t bring ketchup” “why don’t you bring ketchup?” “what kind of asshole is gonna put ketchup on a hot dog?” “a child, richie.” “a child asshole.” “you’re a child asshole”. 🤌🤌🤌 it’s so FUNNY, but it’s also so CHICAGO.

that followed up by richie’s insult about carmy prepping a bunch of fruit, only to learn it’s ectocooler and saying it’s actually kind of dope, to a one-liner of “rest in peace, harold.” MY GOD, that’s a good line. it’s just all so funny, even while moving plot forward and helping us understand a bit about the history of these characters more. the writing of this show is just top tier.

“one bite of a donut brings much joy, two bites brings sadness.” wow, ebra. where did you hear that line? and why are you saying it to marcus as he’s trying to be inspired by donuts? marcus is going “this could probably be my life’s work” and ebra’s like “yeah, but two bites of a donut brings sadness.” i love it so much. here, too, we see the birth of the “marcus donut” storyline that will dominate much of the coming episodes.

CHESTER! god i love chester. another humorous introduction to help the levity of this episode. the fact that it’s established right away that chester is a fixture in the kitchen as he talks to tina and fist bumps ebra. that’s so fitting. a kitchen is a wild place and rando’s are far too often just popping in.

but also the amount of work chester puts into helping marcus. his job is so small; marcus just wants color swatches just to be inspired for donut colors and flavors. it’s a near impossibly small job, because the color of the donut is also hugely dominated by whatever flavor you’re gonna use for the donut, so the color comes after the chosen flavor. so, to be inspired by the different colors is a small, secondary part of the process. but chester stopped whatever job he had “designing all of it”, before a meeting, to give marcus his roommate a book of colors, but even more so, that marcus says he highlighted some specific colors for marcus because they were “dope as fuck!”. my god, chester’s a good friend!

i also remember the first time i watched this thinking “there seems to be something between marcus and chester…after there was something with marcus and sydney” and i was like “maybe marcus is gay? maybe marcus is bi? maybe marcus is pan? maybe marcus just had chemistry with everyone and that’s a future storyline? maybe the actor who plays marcus is just really charismatic and it comes off as romantic interest?” just the desire to know if marcus was going to have a subplot of romanxe with someone and if his chemistry and seeming romantic inklings with TWO characters in this episode was in my head, an intentional subplot forming, or just because the actor is so likeable as a person.

“donuts are deceptively hard, and the beef is not exactly the most stocked-“ “i want it to be perfect. like that plum carmy was telling us about.” OOOOOOH, just the subtlety of that exchange. syd isn’t saying no, because she has no reason to, but she’s hesitant. but marcus is already in such an obsessive mood that without talking to anyone he’s drawing and designing donuts, and having his roommate drop by pantone colors in a booklet. syd says “be careful” and he doesn’t hear but instead says “i have to make it perfect.” that’s an exchange that is going to be echoed, expanded on, and dived into a few times in the next few episodes with marcus, focused around his obsession with perfecting a donut

the quick sort of transitional scene that is easy to ignore in an episode as lyrically and emotionally packed, is this quick scene of syd going through the beef and checking in with everyone. it shows that in fairly quick order, carmy’s system as headed by syd is actually working. everyone is in the blue aprons, everyone is calm. it’s one of the first scenes of people working in the beef that we’ve ever seen where things seem to be going okay without people screaming (it should be noted that carmy and richie happen to be gone, and that might be part of it), but we run through syd talking to marcus and immediately check in with angel and manny, and then ebra passes through (sweeps is missing, but sometimes a show has to save money on how many reoccurring characters are in a scene), and syd is even comfortable being strict with fak who is trying to mooch without putting in any work. we’re seeing that syd is a competent manager, and the system is having a positive effect on everyone. sydney smiles as ebra tells her she’s having a positive effect on richie (again, just SLIGHT romantic vibes from ebra saying it, and syd’s smile. i’m not saying it IS romantic, but i’m not-not saying it either), and then we see tina in the background as syd smiles. tina is NOT in the blue apron. tina is also NOT doing the potato’s like she’s supposed to. they give each other a look of disgust and move on. the plot is so clear in a scene that is maybe 20 seconds.

if the short shot of richie looking like he’s disassociating from reality at a kids birthday party he has to throw because his best friend screwed the whole shop over, as a half-deflated cartoon smiling hot dog with a taped on “the beef” tshirt is standing over his shoulder that he insisted be brought and he tried so hard in vain to put a tshirt on as it symbolizes the overwhelming realization that his life has officially reached rock bottom and he has no one to blame by himself is not taught in film and cinematography classes i will be furious

the same song playing over marcus obsessing over donuts, richie disassociating, and carmy searching for ketchup and then being swarmed by family and family friends (but family friends who explicitly aren’t at the berzatto christmas five years ago, it should be noted) means something. “help me rhonda”. richie needs help, marcus needs help (which he gets from fak feeling out donuts, but more importantly he’ll learn he needs help from carmy and sydney about balancing his donuts and his day to day duties), and carmy needs help escaping his family. which he doesn’t get from cicero who sees the swarm, stops in his tracks and immediately walks back into the other room. but it turns out cicero also needs help, and can’t escape, because his son is complaining about his party being ruined and cicero calls out for his wife because he’s stuck at the party. it all flows together, with mixes of heartbreak and comedy, but never outbalanced with the beach boys calling out for help, while their music sounds so fine.

the quick cuts of carmy being overwhelmed by family, as he continually just asks “ketchup?” “ketchup?” is so good. he just wants to get through the day, so his job. not have to deal with family shit. both for good and for his own unhealthy working habits. but no one is even paying attention to him as they overwhelm him with questions

“so you work in a restaurant, right?” “yes” “what’s it like to be a fucking loser, huh!?” is….the clunky, weird, biting kind of joke that can kind of clash with the slick writing of the bear that we’re used to. it’s just kinda of a “what the fuck does that even mean…?” kind of line that might sound like the writers just kind of phoned it in to get the point across that carmy’s family doesn’t get what he did and what he’s trying to do. BUT it’s actually one of the most realistic lines of the series, because we all have that family member like uncle frank who says something to us under the guise of a joke and it’s so clunky, and overwhelmingly mean that we have to be like “…what the fuck? why would you even say that?” like the kind of joke that DOESN’T come for a writer because it’s so jarring and clunky and off. so the fact that it did come from a writer is even better

but it also just so poignantly highlights the schools of thought on cooking, especially with older and newer generations. chefs before the 80’s were often exclusively thought of as working class poor. you could be at the best restaurant and the greatest chef in the world, but you were lumped in with the help more often and you were paid beans for your work. we now have celebrity chefs and endless magazines, tv shows, and (now) a lot of fictional content about what a kitchen actually looks like. we have schools that are seen as prestigious and chefs we treat as rock stars. but that doesn’t mean that 99% of chefs and cooks aren’t still working class poor in italian beef sandwich shops, or bbq joints, or diners across the us. if carmy was a rock star, most chefs are people playing an out of tune guitar on youtube and gaining 50 views. so his family doesn’t get it.

which is made even better, and even more poignant with pete’s cut in. once again, almost everything pete does and says is right and good, and yet it comes across as terrible and we hate him for it. pete comes in talking about food & wine magazine, and eater. prestigious places who recognized carmy. carmy knows, much like how he knew when he was serving his sandwich to the staff in episode one, that he’s talented and people idolize him for it, and that what he does is leagues ahead of anything the people he’s talking to could even comprehend, but that doesn’t make him better. he cringes at pete both because of the trauma of his cooking accolades, but also because he knows pete isn’t helping his conversation with his family, but is actively making it worse.

have you noticed the age range of these kids at this party? cicero’s son, the birthday boy, seems like he’s maybe 12-14 (obviously kids, AND the actors who play them, differ in ages and how old they look WILDLY) but there looks like there’s a kid who could be driving, and there looks like there are toddlers. but cicero’s son looks like the age where having that many diversely aged kids would be a drag. like, early childhood, the kids party is more for the parents and so the parents bring all their kids and it’s more like a family get together, with older and younger kids. but once you reach an age where you are more aware of your birthday, and you have a desire for your party, they usually get smaller and more intentional; just a party with your friends, or a larger scale party with kids in your grade at school. so it’s interesting that this kid is having the full blown family get together birthday party. maybe it’s one of many, maybe his actual friends will stay later and they’ll have the friends only kind of party. who knows? but it’s interesting.

i love that even in the midst of cicero and richie’s long-standing feud, they come together to trash talk pete “what a narc”. if that’s not family, what is?

tina looking so overwhelmed while she’s just mad-dashing trying to get this recipe down, only to have syd be like “hey…maybe do it right?” is so good. tina is forcing her system forward and it’s just not working.

i really don’t want to be mean, especially with how beautifully shot marcuses cake making scene is. but his cake looks a little mid? is it just me? like; the scenes are beautifully shot, and it’s calm, and marcus looks so serene. but than his cake looks a little dry. and the frosting looks kinda tough, and also dry. like no moisture, and not smooth. that can’t be a mistake on the shows part, right? like they’re professional chefs and bakers? they gotta know what a good cake looks like. especially with the cake we see later on in the series which looks perfect. i have to believe they’re showing that marcus is still learning.

cicero telling a story that we’re only hearing halfway through, as richie and carmy are openly weeping with tears is such a nice touch. this is family. carmy can distance himself and try to keep himself numb, but family is family. and the fact that the joy is immediately sucked out of the scene the moment pete walks in, is so spot on. the actor who plays pete is really subtly genius. because he sells you on how good of a person he is, while making us groan with every word he says.

even as he tries to build carmy up. talking about how proud of carmy he is. it’s so sweet, and it’s so nice, and yet there’s still that edge of “you’re embarrassing yourself, pete.” emboldened by the fact that pete thinks the blowup hotdog with a taped on tshirt is hilarious

i would love to know HOW richie dropped his whole bottle of xanax into the pitcher of ectocooler. the top had to be open only for a second while carmy was refilling it, right? and yet somehow richie dropped the whole thing in without noticing, and every kid in the place (and pete) drank from it, and no one noticed? but still, the impracticality of the joke doesn’t discredit how funny it is. it just works. with cicero’s “hmm…..i kinda dig it” upon being told what happened. this episode is just pure gold!

tina marching her ruined dish to the sinks, angrily yelling “behind” and tossing the pot in, eliciting a “hey! come on!” from angel as she gets in their way is really poignant, because her system is now actively out of sync with the beef’s. she interrupts manny and angel, she can’t get this dish down. tina, who is the heart of this shop, is pissing people off, and not in the flow. which is even more prominent in that she comes back from dumping her dish to see that syd immediately had replaced the pot with her own. syd could do what tina is doing, and subtly saying “i’m asking you to do this, but if you can’t i can just do it. i don’t need you. i want you here.” isn’t lost on me. yes, it’s communicated by sydney saying she doesn’t have time to fuck around, but it’s tough love and an encouragement to push forward and do better. sydney can’t fuck around, so tina either needs to shape up, or ship out. but syd is also inviting tina to stay. “i did this for you, try again.” and after tina makes the dish right, she says “damn”, because syd’s dish is good. syd was right, and made something tina couldn’t make on her own. and she realizes it.

“you ever miss him?” “i didn’t really know him well enough to miss him.” “you?” “sometimes. we were so close in age we were more like friends than family”. which is interesting. there are some signs that the dad may be dead, but there’s more hints (in my opinion) that there was a hard break at some point, and no one has seen him in years. but, it’s also odd because we’re not sure how cicero is family to carmy’s dad. he’s called uncle jimmy, and he implies to be family with carmy’s dad, which by traditional family ties would make cicero brothers with carmy’s dad. except his name is cicero, and carmy’s last name is berzatto. so, they have to be family in some other way. but cicero is (hopefully) not related to carmy’s mom, because in the flashback episode he is a little weirdly flirtatious with her in a toxic way that you could be with your brothers or family members wife (or ex wife), but you definitely shouldn’t be with a blood relative. so cicero could be a half brother, and that explains the different name. it would also explain why they were so close in age that they had the same life experiences at the same time, as they grew up together. or cicero could be an “uncle” like richie is a “cousin”, or cicero could be a distant relative who is close enough to the family rhat it’s just easier to say “uncle” because “dads cousin” or “great uncle” or whatever true relationship they have isn’t as easy as just saying “uncle jimmy”

when was the last time you talked to him?” “like 20 years ago.” to me implies the dad is still alive. there’s just no talk of the funeral, or proof that he was alive and is now dead. the past tense is only about the dad being alive 20 years ago. so, nothing conclusive.

i love the connection that carmy’s dad fell into being a restauranteur. that with donna being a painstaking cook in the kitchen making extravagant dishes for family shows why mikey took ownership of the beef, and why carmy went to be a classically trained chef. the love of food runs in them deep

the nice little detail of saying “really stuck your mom with that place. don’t you hate being in there 24 hours a day?” in episode two we had gotten a hint of cicero being familiar with the beef, and maybe hinting at a deeper knowledge than it just being his nephews sandwich shop. and here we learn that the beef was carmy and mikey’s fathers place. he stuck their mom with it, and mikey took it over.

another reference to carmy having a twisted love of his own pain: “i’m in there for five minutes and i start thinking about bad shit” “that’s probably why i like it so much”.

i love the dream cicero talks about in this scene. because it adds to the dreamscape atmosphere this season embraces. but i have to believe the baby in the dream is carmy, right? cicero and carmy’s dad are flying down the road (of life), and can’t get control of the car, carmy’s dad refuses to put on a seatbelt, and suddenly there’s a kid in the road and cicero jams on the breaks and doesn’t hit the kid, but carmy’s dad goes flying through the windshield but never lands. i definitely think it’s symbolic of cicero’s feelings towards carmy’s dad: he’s falling perpetually, always about to crash, but never actually did. he never really flew, but his hair raising, harm inducing free fall never actually crashed. carmy’s dad was always able to pull off having to deal with the consequences of life, things never came crashing down, he never hit the pavement. but he was clearly never rich, or could take it easy. it feels like a hustler who is always a step from getting his legs broken, but is managing to make a living. we know that cicero and carmy’s dad grew up together, which means probably poorer, and working class. and now cicero is rich, even if there’s some sketchy underside to his livelihood. so cicero stopped the car, his seatbelt was on, he “made it”. but carmy’s dad didn’t make it, he just hasn’t hit the ground yet by some miracle. but what caused the car to crash? a kid in the road. and we know that carmy was young enough when his dad left or died to not even really know him, or miss him. carmy is probably what caused his dad to leave, or at least feels like he is. but the fact that carmy’s dad hasn’t hit the ground yet tells me he’s probably still alive

that split second moment of tina making the potato’s, and taste testing them and in her mind we see her think. somethings not right. and then she throws a pinch of seasoning in there and smiles liking that taste more. it’s so good. because no matter what system tina is in, we see from that little dash of her own seasoning, that she’s a chef no matter what. she knows when something tastes off, or needs a little something to add more flavor.

and then when tina throws the pot down at syd and says “get it over. tell me it’s shitty”, we know she’s saying “tell me i’m shitty”. we realize that tina has been so defensive and angry because she sees all of this as a threat. a threat to her home, her identity, her livelihood. tina thinks she’s a shitty line cook at a shitty italian beef joint. and carmy and sydney are going to raise the standards so high that she gets squeezed out of her job. tina has self respect issues, and doubts her worth. but then syd tries the potatoes that tina made entirely herself and says “that’s great, thank you chef.” and suddenly the word “chef” isn’t attached to a critique, it’s not a sign of other people’s skill in comparison to her skill. she did good, BECAUSE she is a chef. and when tina turns around and says “thank you, chef” with tears in her eyes. UGH, i fucking melted. that’s when i decided i would die, or kill, for tina. i love tina. i love this show!!!!!!!

the final cut to the cake; with marcus zesting an orange over in honor of the donut he saw earlier that day, looks a lot nicer all done up. but my mind still goes to…is the cake still the dryish looking one we saw earlier? and the frosting looks kind of hard. idk. i’m sure it tastes better than anything i’ve made, but it looks just kinda…dry? and maybe old? like it had been sitting around for a while before they filmed?

“it’s amazing, he’s just sleeping there like a baby and i want to beat the ever living crap out of him.” ugh. it’s so good. i love how easy it is to hate on pete. and how odd it is that it’s so fitting with family. pete just is that member of the family that married in and doesn’t fit.

“we all get cake because we’re best friends” oh fak. never change. you sweet, kind, stupid, baby angel.

the point heard around the world between carmy and marcus. i love it and how it comes up multiple times

that sigh from tina as the episode ends. just that sigh of “i’m exhausted, but i did it.” tina grew, tina changed, tina belongs, tina can just…exhale for the first time in a long time. she’s not gonna be left behind, she has value, she belongs. it’s so beautiful

AND THATS EPISODE FOUR, the unofficial mid season finale. i episode five we move to a new seasonal arc and a whole lot of good content!

Season One: Episode One | Episode Two | Episode Three | Episode Five | Episode Six | Episode Seven | Episode Eight

Season Two

[itlivesproject]

OKAY WOO CHAPTER 22 RUNDOWN LETS GO

(another VERY VERY long thought dump, apologies in advance for how much i talk in this one😭)

LOHA GAVE US THE DOCUMENTS⁉️

as someone on the blood path rather than shadow i am so STRESSED

LITTLE AMALIA

abel being part of the family🥹

she’s gotta stop throwing us into the void like this

this music is beautiful though

so uhhhh loha just asked ro to give herself back to the power…… please do not do this to me i will not emotionally recover

“you will shed this mortal shell and lose the identity you gained as rowan burke. you will be forever separated from your friends. you will lose the man you love.” yup ok i’m already crying

ro is not dying. i am too attached to the humanity that she has grown AND THINK ABOUT ABEL. HE CANNOT LOSE SOMEONE ELSE HE LOVES YOU CRUEL PEOPLE

this isn’t my purpose. i will find another way.

how the hell did abel’s family get their hands on an amulet that just so happens to be endowed with the power of spirits

THE SUDDEN MUSIC CHANGE JUMPSCARED ME😭

ghost rowan :( my baby :(

yet again, why am i so overwhelmed before the intro sequence even plays

i had to get my emotional support hot water bottle (we are READY)

ghost rowan has me cryin i feel sorry for her :(

THE WAY SHE SPEAKS ABOUT ABEL got me giggling through my tears

oh PISS OFF GERTRUDE

god damn you really like to make my life difficult, i know i want to keep rowan’s humanity but making the choice between reuniting with human rowan or just staying as she is took me SO LONG (i chose to merge with human rowan, but i’ll definitely play the other ending too after tomorrow!)

i am frightened

YOU’RE SHOWING ME ANNIE AT A TIME LIKE THIS?

this music is beautiful too !!!! you guys outdid yourself

“promise me you’ll try to be happy” i hope you can hear me sobbing

“you close your eyes and remember all the things you love […] you think about abel” BDJWJSJXHDH I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM

HER EYES!! THEY’RE NORMAL !!!!

“Affection, fondness, late nights, early mornings. Anger, sorrow, petty squabbles, explosive fights. The pain of losing, the joy of living. Everything that makes Sadie, you remember and you feel.” this kinda shit gets me EVERY TIME i love gentle reminders of what makes us human (i’m just a very emotional person ok)

oh god does this mean we don’t have powers anymore? i am so scared of her dying PLEASE SHE CANNOT DIE

well then.

MATTHIAS GET OUT OF HERE YOU GERIATRIC WORM

the lore docs coming in useful with an extra scene💪

WE SAW HUMAN REDFIELD?? why is he kinda..

oh matthias you dirty little actor, oscar winning performance you dickhead

“Over your long life, you've learned that men are as predictable as the tides. Eager to believe they're special and different, even when they're nothing more than ordinary.” ilw said man hating rights! matthias dissing men as if he isn’t a man himself ????

YOUNG CORA??????? she is beautiful

GHOST REDFIELD ORIGIN REVEAL AND THE THEME MUSIC KICKS IN?? CHILLS.

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO COOL I AM GRINNING FROM EAR TO EAR

LUIS?????? LITERALLY THE LAST PERSON I EXPECTED TO TURN UP

NOT THE DADDY CONVERSATION????

luis i love you

everything he says is pure comedy gold

HE FLIPPED HIM OFF? this is amazing

HELL YEAH MATTHIAS GET ANCHORED YOU OLD AGE PENSIONER

this music is EPIC

“rowan?” “yeah?” “go get the bastard” HELL YEAH

i seriously cannot get over this music it is insane i’m literally just sitting here jamming to it i’m too hyped to focus

NOT LINCOLN HITTING RATTY MATTY WITH “you think mom would’ve wanted this?” EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATE THE BASTARD HELL YEAH

“It's a good thing she's not alive to see the kind of person you've become. It would've broken her heart.” holy shit man, linky you’re gonna make me cry and then who’s gonna win this fight?

“I will not kill Matthias McQuoid. I pass his judgment over to the Power, to the force he used and abused for centuries.” ok i am in tears i am just very emotional that this whole thing is ending

THE MATTHIAS CG - YOUR TALENT BLOWS ME AWAY EVERY TIME

update: upon catching up on the discord i am so glad i didn’t choose the shadow route because i am cryin a whole lot and i just know that if i played it in my own game with my own mc and her abel romance i would actually be SOBBING

OKAY!! i won’t keep you any longer, but wow the music this chapter was incredible, especially the final fight music SOMEONE INJECT THAT SONG INTO MY VEINS BECAUSE WOW i can’t express just how much i loved it, definitely perfect for that fight

-abel simp anon 💓💓💓💓

this is soooo late, i'm so sorry dear 😅 But EVERYONE should read this and enjoy dear abel simp anon's ch 22 reaction post 🙏

[amidstthemists]

Mood board for Robin, embodiment of Spring

~an original character from my fic Something in the Air~

Fandom- The Santa Clause

Genres- fantasy, slow burn romance, pure magic, comedy, drama

Pairing- mainly Bernard/OC (not this OC) (this OC is here for a Judy/OC) (there are a couple other pairings too)

Then, there was Robin.

“I don’t know much about him,” Bernard explained to Judy, “All Gale said was that no one makes the birds sing like Robin can… whatever that means. I think she was being literal because he’s Spring, but, also, I can’t always be sure with her. There is an absolute chance that she’s saying that to be poetic.”

The dark haired elf failed to mention that Gale had also said Robin and her were made from the same star dust—and Bernard didn’t entirely know what that meant, but he found himself clenching his jaw just thinking about it. Like he was jealous (which he was), even though Robin was her brother. Like he had a right to be jealous (which he didn’t) because being made from the same star dust sounded a lot like being soulmates and Gale was his soulmate, no one else’s (except that wasn’t true) (except it was) (no one else wanted—no, needed her like he did) (but that didn’t mean she wanted him back) (he was acutely aware that there was a very real possibility he was not her soulmate even though she undeniably and inescapably was his).

“Oh,” he remembered, pulling himself out of the thoughts that had been plaguing him since they first entered his head, “She also said that he’s nothing but a glorified Peter Pan, so don’t let him push you around.”

“Who’s a glorified Peter Pan?” An unfamiliar voice interjected.

Judy and Bernard spun, coming face to face with a smirking male who was exuding a charming, boyish, amused energy practically through his golden skin. Golden (was the guy a Fae or a bar of gold?), sloppy curls adorned the top of his head, springing around his pointed ears and arched, playful eyebrows. With the addition of the pink that tinged his freckled cheeks, he looked positively cherubic. The mischief in his eyes was enough like Gale’s, though, that Bernard felt immediately wary. It had taken him long enough to come to an understanding with Gale; he was loath to think what trouble might come with this one. Or maybe he was determined to not like the male because he didn’t want to watch Gale choose someone else over him (for company, for companionship, for comfort, for anything).

Bernard let out a breath as Robin went on talking. No. No, he would not let himself hate the golden Fae before him. It was good that Gale had her family, now. It was a good thing that she had (hopefully) more of a support system. She needed one. She deserved one. Maybe they could help the situation, even if they did take her from him in the process. (Would he really let her go that easily?) (It wouldn’t be easy, but yes. If it meant she was happy, then yes.)

“I’ve been around way longer than Peter Pan. If anything, he copied me!” Robin declared, bare feet bracing on the floor as he stood with his hands on his hips. The green, knee buttoned breeches and the flowered vines that climbed up his body and clung to his golden skin didn’t dissuade either elf from Gale’s analysis.

Bernard hardly knew how to respond to that so he grasped for anything, settling on the stupidly obvious observation of, “You must be Robin.”

The golden Fae shrugged, “Perhaps. I might be. If I want to be. Who are you?”

“I’m Bernard, Arch Elf. I’m a friend of Gale’s.” He almost offered his hand for a handshake, but thought twice. Even a handshake was asking for trouble with the wrong (or right) Fae. Instead, he kept his hands clasped behind his back.

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[catboygirling]

can't remember if i asked for sylvain & felix before, so in case i have maybe also caspar and ashe? (i cant remember if i asked for them as well. fuck my memory is horrible uhhhh have an optional hubert & ferdie in case i asked for those two previously. and yeah im back on my fe3h kick again so 👍)

DUDE HOLY SHIT. HUBERT AND FERDINAND.

I saw their first support scene where they just argue the entire time, thought to myself "lmaooooo it would be so funny if they kissed" AND I WAS TOTALLY RIGHT. usually I'm not a fan of enemies-to-lovers type dynamics, but this is a rare exception because they're not really enemies, in my opinion. they're on the same team, they just fucking hate each other. which is comedy gold, both in the "pure hatred" phase and the "oh lord I love him don't I" phase. and it has great angst potential. not so much in routes where they're on opposite sides of the war, if you ask me, because they don't start liking each other at all before the timeskip happens, so they probably wouldn't care if the other dies. but when it's not Crimson Flower, and Ferdinand doesn't get recruited, so they're both destined to die? I go insane just thinking about it.

whenever I get the chance, I have Ferdinand kill Hubert. just because.

also my Fire Emblem friends get SO MAD whenever I talk about them, because they both love Ferdinand and DESPISE Hubert. which just makes me like them more, because what are friends for if not annoying them to death with atrocious takes?