#really? right in front of her salad? etc

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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 4 part 3

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Lilia is bickering with Jen in episode 7. she turns around and SEES ALICE, WHO WAS KILLED IN EPISODE 5

alice, don't try to save agatha! but she's whisked ever further back to episode 2 before she can finish the sentence. imagine having the power of communicating with the past but it's never enough to warn them. seeing the dead and talking to them, knowing what's going to come next. and you wonder why she chose exile and solitude.

meanwhile agatha has collected her wits long enough to decide what her short term strategy with rio is gonna be: keep her distracted, isolate her from the others, keep her away from billy. see how she takes a moment to focus and get into character? she knows rio is about to follow her like a moth to a flame

just going on a trip with my best gal pals and a random teen boy, nothing to see here!!!! and agatha knows that rio knows that she's lying. hello, rio is PERFECTLY aware that there's no Road out there capable of magicking her into a glam rock sex den. but maybe, just maybe, agatha can keep her focused on something else. honestly it would be such a waste to not put all that combined cleavage to good use!

there she was, having a chat with sharon down in the dirt, and you guys went and dragged her up. like perfect morons. I love how she brought the flower along and it ended up working really well with the outfit

oh, rio knows. she knows everything.

and agatha SHOOTS UP and GETS TOO CLOSE and FLIRTS. oh my god this bitch. just like she did in episode 1, except now she's more collected and ever more deliberate. flirting is her best weapon of mass distraction against rio. because look, rio might know all her tricks but she's only (very marginally) human! who can blame her if she lets herself be seduced a little bit, just a little bit! for old times' sake! in rio's defense her wife is very hot and she misses her very much, your honor

rio is like, bitch I got you allllll figured out but also lemme gently caress your thigh. to enhance your acting performance. what's a little supportive yes, and between exes

she's sooo hamming it up. compare her face here with the genuine yearning at the end of the episode

oh this is hilarious. the others hear rio's flirting over the PA and panic, but no, girls, enthusing about murder is legit how they talk dirty!! (lol at lilia being like, right in front of my salad???)

"gasp!!!! that's my coVEN you're talking abOUT!!!! I'm not that kiND OF wiTCH anYMOWRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the ham! the ham! she might just bring the whole deli cart over at this point

and rio with her lil delighted laugh again. she doesn't get mad for one second, she didn't expect anything else. oh agatha, you silly goose, you're so damaged and so cute

let's recap what this fucker achieved with her latest performance, because it's always fascinating to study what's going on in agatha's ferociously scheming brain. she 1) distracted rio from billy. or at least tried to. 2) hinted at Rio's true nature to the others - who knows, maybe she can manipulate them into allying against her later on? 3) pretended to flirt but also flirted a lil bit forreal because there was a lot of skin showing and the flesh is weak etc etc 4) backpedaled alllllllll the way out when things got too intimate because she's too scared and resentful to get close to rio again. playing with fire as usual. or, as the kids say today, fucking around, about to find out

alice's trial has the best aesthetic fr fr. the 70s font!

I'm not 100% sure bcs it goes by so quickly but I think rio is dancing to the cursed music???

not the turntable!! that shit's vintage!!!!!!!

*brian de palma zoom*

*dramatic pause*

WE'VE BEEN CURSED (I love you patti lupone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

INJECT THIS AESTHETIC DIRECTLY INTO MY VEINS. also alice is red, billy and agatha are blue with purple undertones. the colors in this trial seem very deliberate

"she's a tourist." "she's a PSYCHO." look she never gets to just hang out and do fun things anymore, let her be!!

rio and lilia having a little staring contest as she plays with the knife. doing their own cute archnemeses thing

agatha shaking her head at billy and going shhh when he says 'maybe this curse isn't so bad.' like KID will you stop speaking HORRORS into existence?!?

alice standing with her back straight for the first time since like, ever? or since her mom died? did everyone in the family have their own personal demon or did it switch after killing the previous person? or wait, wait, was the curse only like, a metaphor until billy accidentally turned it into a disgusting 1970s animatronic harpy??

I'm convinced rio could see the demon from the beginning. look at her face here, she's the only one who sees both lilia burning and what's causing it

poor lilia must be thinking, burning witches? soooo original and not traumatic at all (lol at patti being a pro at screaming and writhing in pain on the floor. PROFESSIONAL ACTING)

no no no that's the reaping knife careful careful careful careful

alice's spell: expelle hoc malum, expel this evil. (rio when agatha tries it on her later: WHO ARE YOU CALLING EVIL)

lol. lmao, even. (just don't think about how jen has grown seLFISH TO SURVIVE AFTER HAVING TO LIVE POWERLESS AND DEFENSELESS FOR A CENTURY AND HOW SHE BECOMES MORE AND MORE GENEROUS AS SHE SPENDS TIME WITH ALICE AND LILIA)

oh noes my character just had a beast's giant talons perched on her shoulders i should flash the twins real quick so you can see it better

everyone else: EXTREME PANICKING

rio: stops reading her magazine to glance at the disgusting invisible harpy flapping around the room. goes back to the magazine.

and with this I'm off to my extreme friday night (tea and blankie and a book). ciao!

go to episode 4 part 4

[ssahotchnerr]

fluffy aaron thought of the day: a summer barbecue with the bau. jack and ellie having so much fun in the pool with their aunts and uncles, eating a perfect summer meal and then being put to bed. relaxing outside in twilight, listening to everyone laugh and be happy and love each other. joking and teasing, but knowing you couldn't ask for a better family. being nestled into aaron's side as he gently presses kisses into your forehead, his lips etching that unforgettable smile into your skin. watching the sky turn all sorts of beautiful and just being content. basking in the summer air and the love of all those around you ❤

aw this is perfect (especially for today!!!!) cw mentions of food and drinking

hehe jack and ellie quite literally spend the whole day at the pool 🥹 you have to force them out when it's time to eat, to reapply sunscreen, and they're persuading everyone to get into the pool with them 😭 hehe ellie musters up soooo much courage to jump off the diving board (she wants to be like her big brother 🥹) and aaron's a nervous wreck as he watches her LOL. she knows how to swim, both her and jack completed swimming lessons when they were really young, but he still can't help it 😭 he sooo much more prefers ellie launching herself off the side of the pool, or when uncle derek joins - he's throwing her up into the air and she lands in the water, and then of course he does the same for jack too <333 hehe meanwhile dave and aaron are bbq-ing up, while you and the girls are getting the other food out - pasta salad, watermelon, corn on the cob, etc. - while also enjoying the fun drinks penelope brought along 🤭<33

you know it's time to get them out of the pool when ellie starts getting fussy whenever jack splashes her😭 the sun's just about the set - lightning bugs are coming out, crickets are chirping, the sky was pink/purple and now it's succumbing to that dusk blue. so ellie's all burrito-wrapped in her towel, on aaron's lap as she dries off, but she quickly falls asleep right then and there because she wore herself out 😭😭😭😭😭 aaron gives you such a sweet and content smile when you find the two of them 😭🥰🥰 hehe so you take her from aaron, tell jack to come on, and you take them upstairs and get them ready for bed <333

but after :'))))) you're alllll cozied up with aaron a little off to the side from the team, sitting on a comfy chair. more so, aaron's on the chair, you're all comfy on his lap 🥰 your head is laid against his chest, his arm is wrapped around your front, with his thumb softly grazing the patch of skin he can find, pressing gentle kisses on your head or temple or anywhere he can reach. hehe he's basking in it all just as you are 🥹 - you have two most wonderful kids fast sleep inside, you're surrounded by the best group of people, and you have each other 🥹💓😭 (these kind of moments always hit aaron hard - never did he ever think this would be his life - after allll the hardships 🥺)

everything is just perfect <333333

[priyajoyy]

Devil wears prada part 3

Dark!lottie Matthews x reader x dark!shauna shipman x dark!jackie taylor x dark!natalie scatorcio

We’re finally meeting Lottie 🤭🤭

Warnings:

Dark characters, power imbalance, toxic workplace, mental health problems, fat shaming, beauty standards, etc (more in later chapters)

It had been a long few hours.

You hadn’t really done much actual work yet to be fair. Only spent the day trailing Mari, and then one of the other girls called Krystal. She seemed nice enough, though didn’t seem very interested in having to show you around all day.

There was plenty to learn, and you had spent all day trying to memorise what the two of them showed and told you as you rushed after them.

Your job mainly consisted of manning the desks, letting people in and guiding them to where they need to go and so on, organising Calanders, photocopying and printing, and doing errands for the rest of the staff.

Something a lot of them liked to take advantage of, sending you to get them supplies and coffee like their personal servant.

Now, you were sat behind your desk in the main room, attempting to have your break as Krystal chatted your ear off about some musical to the right of you and the girl to your left gave you judgy looks about you from home salad.

Her name was Allie, and she seemed to enjoy giving you looks for just about everything you did. You were surprised her eyes weren’t permentanly stuck in the back of her head from the amount of times shed rolled her eyes at your perfectly reasonable questions.

You were barely paying attention to the girl’s rambles as you picked at your food, only looking up when everyone when alarmingly silent.

Even Allie stopped her typing at her computer, sitting up straighter and putting a more pleasant look on her face than the scowl that was there before.

You looked around in confusion, before your eyes settled on where everyone else’s seemed to be avoiding.

Charlotte Matthews, walking out of the elevator in front of you.

With a blonde girl rushing behind her, a pile of books and paper in her hands and a designer bag hanging off her arm which was probably miss Matthews.

The tall brunette looked even more terrifying in person…

She didn’t look happy, a slight frown on her face as she stormed down the corridor, not a care for the poor girl following behind her.

She was wearing an expensive looking pantsuit, her hair perfectly curled. She looked gorgeous. Gorgeous and terrifying.

By the time she made it to your desks she slung her large fur coat onto allies’ desk, ignoring the blonde and waving her hand off. Silently ordering her to deal with it which she quickly did.

“Tell Jackie I’m ready to see her” she commanded simply, not even looking Krystal in the eyes as she spoke.

Krystal nodded quickly, running off down the hallway towards the other woman’s office.

Suddenly your eyes met. She stared you down, not moving an inch as you looked back up at her with wide eyes. It was like you were prey frozen in fear and she was the predator, watching her catch of the day with calculated interest.

It felt like forever that you sat there, her cold gaze looking down at you with a neutral expression, not letting anything away, until she tilted her head slight, and walked away. Her little blonde assistant rushing after her yet again.

“Miss y/l/n?”

You turned your head quickly, facing Mariana Ibarra who stood behind you, her arms crossed over her chest and a bored expression on her face.

You were in the middle of getting ready to leave, putting on your coat and collecting your bag when she interrupted you. “Can I have a word?”

You nodded quickly, placing your coat back on the rack and following out of her, slightly terrified you’d done something wrong to get you fired already.

That would be just your luck.

You made your way down the corridor and into her office, taking a seat when she did and gestured to the spare seat opposite her. You couldn’t help but fidget with your fingers in anxiety.

“It seems you’ve done well miss y/l/n” Mari stated simply, watching you carefully in your seat, “you’ve made a good impression…miss charlotte Matthews is after a new personal assistant”

You stare back at her with wide eyes, watching as she pursed her lips and continued, “she wants you to fill the position”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe.

You walked into the room thinking you were getting fired, and you’re getting a promotion?

On your very first day to be the personal assistant for a woman you weren’t even sure remembered you existed.

A very terrifying woman that you weren’t sure you could even stomach being in the same proximity with every single day…

“Now it would mean a healthy wage increase of course, and a title promotion” Mari continued, not allowing you to recover as she lists of pieces of information, “but it also means a heavy workload…”

You could barely take in what she was saying, mutely nodding along to her words.

“I’ll be frank y/n. charlotte Matthews is not an easy woman to please. She’s demanding and expects everything to be done how she wants it, right away. She doesn’t like mistakes” she tells you, her voice more serious, “she wants you as her assistant, and id urge you to take it, not only is it an amazing job for your cv but you’ll have little chance of staying in here in the long term otherwise…”

You couldn’t believe she was admitting to such a thing out loud. But it was clear you didn’t have much choice if you wanted to keep your job.

“However, I will say that you must be ready for what it entails: she continued, her voice still grave, “she’s a powerful woman and powerful women get what they want”

“One day here and you’ve already stolen the top job” Allie spoke as you walked back towards the three front desks, ready to collect your coat and bag for definite this time.

A smirk donned her face as she leant against the desk, looking you up and down as you nervously walked over, still shellshocked from your promotion and Maris words.

“Maybe you’re more interesting than I thought new girl” she said, still smirking at you.

“s-stolen?” you asked in confusion, voice shaky as you questioned her words before, what did she mean?

“Awe you didn’t know?” she said was a fake pout, “you’ve stolen the job out from under the other girl’s feet, charlottes given her the sack so she can have you instead”

You frowned at her words.

Not only did you get a promotion, one you had no idea how you got, given you’d barely met Lottie, and it was your first day, so you certainly didn’t leave some sort of fantastic impression, but now you find out, someone else had literally been fired to give you it.

What possibly could you have done to do all this.

“you’re pretty” Allie spoke, as if answering your inner thoughts, “I’ll give you that…let’s see if you live up to what gave you the job”

You frown again, quickly grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder, not even bothering to put on your coat in a rush to get away from the blonde and her words.

You mutter a quick ‘bye’, rushing past her and walking towards the elevator, making her laugh.

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, chronic health issues, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: After a long court case, your mother stays attached to her lawyer, bringing even more contention into your life.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note:Double does of Andricus.

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“My lawyer will hear about this!” Your mother snarls and you shy away. 

She always has to make a scene. You don’t even understand why she’s doing this. All they did was forget to put a fork in the bag. The poor employee behind the counter looks ready to snap as they wipe their sweaty hands on their apron. 

“My daughter is sick and you can’t remember a fork! It’s so much for her to come back in here!” She snarls. 

“Mom, I could wait in the car--” 

“Be quiet. Oh yes, I want corporate’s number, right now. I will be certain my attorney gives them a call about you...” she squints at the girl’s name tag, “Tina!” 

“Mom, please,” you pout. 

“Oh honey,” she turns and pets your head dramatically, then look at the worker as she cradles your face and adjusts the tube under your nose, “look at her. Look what you’re doing to her.” 

You hold back the flood of tears. You hate when she does this. You just want to be invisible but she always has to make you front and centre. She always has to tell everyone how sick and helpless you are. 

“Mom,” you moan. 

“Ugh, whatever,” she tears away and snaps her fingers, “give me the fork. And I expect a complimentary salad as well.” 

“Ma’am, we can’t do that,” Tina says dully. 

“What do you mean you can’t do that?” 

“Here,” Tina reaches under the counter and pulls out a card, “that’s the number for head office. I’ll grab you a fork.” 

She turns and takes out one of the bamboo forks. Your mother snarls and squeezes the card until it folds. She snatches the fork and throws it back at the worker. 

“Are you kidding? She can’t eat with this! She’ll get splinters.” 

“I want to go, mom,” you whine. 

She shrugs off your touch on her arm, “Mr. Barber, DA, will hear about this!” 

She stomps and spins. You turn slowly to follow as she’s already halfway to the door. You're already forgotten. You roll your tank with you as you curl your shoulders and awkwardly angle it through the door. 

Your mom’s a bluffer. Andy isn’t the DA. Not yet. He’s only the assistant. And he isn’t her lawyer. Not anymore. Once she won the lawsuit against the hospital, he traded in that title for boyfriend. And now she has a ring on her finger which means he’s soon be stepdad. You don’t think you can ever call him that.  

You avoid him as much as you can. Not because you dislike him, because you don’t know him. Aside from him coaching you to take the stand, you didn’t know much about him. You don’t have the energy to know more. Besides, he isn’t there for you. You’re just the unfortunate burden left for your mother to care for. 

You get to the car, heart racing, and shake as you struggle to get the door open. Your mother has the engine rumbling already and you can barely move around as you’re too dizzy to set your feet. You fall into the seat and strain to drag the oxygen tank between your legs. You really should have more space. 

You wiggle your chafed nose. Your mouth and nostrils are always painfully dry. You get your belt on and reach into the belt bag you keep on you at all times. You santize your hands from the mini bottle then take out the vaseline to apply to your dry skin. 

You lurch back as your mother veers out of the lot. You jostle with the movement and struggle to put the cap back on the tin. You tuck it away at last as her bluetooth dials out. 

“Andrew,” your mother greets the Assistant DA before he can speak. He sighs. You’ve heard him tell her over and over not to call him that. “You won’t believe what just happened. The way they gawk at us when we’re just trying to live like normal people!” 

She squawks on in one of her rants and you can only sit there and listen along with the man at the other end of the call. In the background, you make out the shuffle of paper and typing of keys. You shift as your mother cranks the real and you hear something rustle. You look back and groan. 

“Mom, the food spilled,” you utter. 

“Andrew!” She ignores you as she grips the steering wheel tighter, “are you even listening?” 

“Yeah, I heard. The food spilled. Why don’t you come by the office? I’m just finishing up. I’ll just take you ladies out.” He offers. 

You really don’t want that. You don’t like to go out. You only went to the wrap shop because your mom insisted after your last appointment. You’re always exhausted after all the tests. 

“Oh, gosh, that would be lovely,” she trills, “how about it, honey?” She doesn’t wait for your answer. “I’ll head over there right now. I hope you don’t mind, I won’t have time to change. We had a long day with the doctor.” 

“That’s fine. I just need to send these notes over and I’ll be all done,” he explains. “How about you, sweetheart? Feeling up to some linguine?” 

You don’t realise he’s talking to you until he says your name clearly. You gulp, “yes, sir.” 

“Oh, silly,” your mom reaches over to swat you, “she still calls you that.” 

He chuckles from the other end, “big changes. We’re all adjusting. Anyway, see you shortly. I got someone at my door.” 

“Bye, sweetie,” she sings and the line dies. 

She huffs and rolls her eyes. Her smile falls away. “I bet it’s that damned legal aid. Have you seen the way she dresses? Oh, how she flutters her eyes at my fiance?” 

You just grumble and nod. As usual, she isn’t looking for two-sided conversation. She tells, she doesn’t talk. 

“This will be nice. A family dinner. All of us. Honey, you really do need to loosen up with him. The wedding will be here before we know it.” 

You shrug, “I know. I’m not... I’m trying.” 

“I know, I know. The case was so much and then to think, it brought us all together. But this is the best we can hope for. The settlement is great but taking care of you, it’s so much. It’ll be nice to have help,” she chatters on. 

You zone out her usual gripes. She has a way of complaining about you without really saying it outright. You know you’ve made her life harder. Always sick, always helpless. You asked her to hire you a nurse with the settlement but she convinced you to put the money in a trust. It will be worth much more in ten years, honey... 

She pulls around the building with its staunch white pillars. The sight of them casts a wave of deja vu over you. You thought once all was said and done in court, you’d never have to come there again. It’s humiliating enough to be gawked at in public but to be put in front of an audience like that... 

You’re just sensitive. That’s what your mom says. She’s right. You wouldn’t know. You’ve never had to be on your own. She’s always been the one doing everything. 

She parks and gets out and you carefully lift your tank out of the car, not wanting to touch the cold shell. You stand and lean on it, rolling it ahead of you. You follow her inside as she hardly misses a beat. You can hardly keep up. 

She steps onto the elevator and tuts at you to hurry up. You get on and she hits the buttons impatiently. You get off on a floor, letting her lead you as you keep your head down. Her clicking heels keep you in line. 

“Danica,” Andy greets your mom by name, “just in time.” 

“Mm, there you are,” her response is curt.  

You look up at Andy as he leans on the desk of his aide. She’s a pretty blond woman named Gwen with shiny nails. She smiles as he stands on his own weight. 

“How are you?” Andy offers a one-armed hug. 

“Good,” she wraps him up and plants a kiss on his cheek as he dodges her lips. “How are you, sweetie?” 

“Tired, long day,” he replies stiffly. He looks at you, “hey, you look beat.” 

“A little,” you mutter. 

“You sure you’re up to it? We can just order in,” he offers. 

“I’m okay,” you say as your mother looks at you sharply. Better to just do what she wants. 

“I don’t mind,” he insists. 

“Oh, but sweetie, you said we’d go out. Don’t you want to have a nice dinner with your fiancee?” She smirks at Gwen. 

You want to turn into dust. This is torturous. You’re light-headed and uncomfortable. Andy keeps his arm around your mom, “see ya, Gwen. You get going. I don’t want people thinking I’m a tryant.” 

He struts towards you and puts his hand on your arm to turn you around. You walk beside him and his touch falls to your lower back. You want to pull away but you can’t. The wheels on your tank squeak with each step. 

You’re happy to detach from Andy as the elevator doors open. You wait and your mom steps on first by Andy doesn’t. He waves you in ahead of him and grunts. He doesn’t rsay anything to your mom but you can sense tension. 

“How about I drive? You can come with me in the morning and get your car,” Andy suggests, “save some mileage.” 

“Oh, that would be so nice. I’d love some chardonnay with dinner,” she bubbles. 

He steps between you and taps the button. His sleeve brushes you as you hunch lower. Your head is really bugging you. You just want to sleep. Or maybe you’re just hungry. 

“Looks like it hurt,” Andy points to your bandaged hand. You peek at it and shake your head. 

“IV. Just bruised,” you answer. 

“Ah, no fun,” he remarks. “Well, now you don’t have to worry about the hospital bills, huh? Got you all tucked away.” 

“It’s so wonderful,” your mom latches onto his arm. “You take such good care of us, baby.” 

“Mm, doing my best. Can’t be easy with a sick kid.” 

“No, no, not easy. But oh, you helped so much. I mean, how dare that hospital just dismiss us like that. They could’ve killed her. Malpractice if I ever saw it, and you would know, being a lawyer and all,” she says tritely. 

You stay silent. You don’t like talking about it. It’s over, so why do you have to keep reliving it? She seemed to bask in the attention it got her while you hated every minute of it. 

As you stare at the bottom of the doors, you feel a tickle on your hand. You wince but don’t pull away. You think, at first, it’s a stray hair. You glance over and find Andy rubbing his finger against your hand. You grip the handle of your tank tighter and swallow. What is he doing? 

He stands with his head straight, his shoulders high, as if he’s doing nothing at all. Maybe he doesn’t realise. You don’t move. You’re frozen in indecision. You don’t want to pull away in case you embarrass him. 

Surely, it’s unintentional. You’re just some sick woman still living with her mother. You’re frail and helpless and you can’t even breathe on your own. 

No, it’s just a mistake. A mix-up. He’s probably lost in thought, the way he gets. When he sits and stares at you but sees nothing at all. 

The elevator opens and he rescinds his touch. He waves you through first, and you shuffle ahead of him. Your mom follows and he brings up the rear. You need to sit down soon. 

You go outside into the cool evening air and make your way to his car. Your mother stomps ahead in her heels but he stays at a pace with you. You can never keep up. As you reach his SUV, you hesitate. You forget how much bigger his car is. So high up. 

“Can I help?” He offers as he follows you to the back door. He opens it for you as you spin your tank around. 

“I’m... okay,” you lift the tank first and he quickly scoops his hand under the wheels to help. You grab onto the door to haul yourself up. His hand brushes your hip as you do and you swing into the seat. “Thanks.” 

“Not at all, sweetheart,” he lays his hand on your knee and gives a quick squeeze. “You sure you don’t need anything?” 

You shake your head and close your eyes. You’re completely worn out. You need to save what little you have left for dinner. 

“Alright,” he lets go and shuts the door.  

He gets in the front as your mother hums, “let’s go. I’m starving.” 

[harrysfluff]

Choices Part 2

a/n: Hi! Yes I know it has been a long time. VERY SORRY! I had a lot of big life events happen (graduated from college, grad school (apps, interviews, drama etc)). So for that i am very sorry. Because this one leaves on a cliff hanger and given my writing updates, I’m halfway done with part 3 and locking myself away to finish it. Anyway thank you for being so patient with me!

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), ANGST

part 1

You could feel your eyes drying out as you stared down at salad in front of you. It was bitter and way too vinegary, but Jules had recommended it. “It is unreal! I swear I argue with myself every time. Like should I get it or try something new!” Nothing had seemed appealing lately to you, so the recommendation was welcomed.

Your eyes wondered around the restaurant as you eyed the tables nearby. You and Jules had a ritual of having lunch together on Fridays as way to decompress from the week. Often the conversation would range from office gossip to the most recent episode of Love Island in the span of an hour. Today Jules was complaining about her going to see her in laws this weekend. “Simon’s mum is so protective and I’m always the bad guy because I told him to try something new.” She said grabbing her drink to take a sip. “Like I swear you would never know the cord was cut at birth,” she laughed with one hand making scissors motions.

You only cracked a smile which earned a frown from Jules. “Oh come on! That was funny. I’m wasting all my good bits on you.”

You sighed, eyes coming to meet hers. “Sorry, it was.” You paused, setting down your fork so your hand could run through your hair. “I’m just in my head. I have a bunch of stuff going on,” You admitted.

“Like a deadline?” She asked, taking another sip.

“No not that.” You bit into your cheek, trying to find the correct phrasing. It had been a week since Harry stormed out and every moment since it had been gnawing at you. Your mind had been replaying each moment transforming it into a distorted nightmare. Additionally, he wasn’t texting beyond reminding you that the electrician was stopping by and telling you he was in LA. There was a deep sense of dread in your stomach preparing for the worst. “Me and H got into a fight last weekend, and I don’t know what’s going to happen.” You felt your eyes watering up as you tried to blink them away. “I said something really mean and he’s not really talking to me and I just don’t think he wants to repair it.” You could feel a tear run down as you were quick to dab it away. “Like ugh I was just so mad at him. And I just wanted to hurt him and I did.” The tears became a quick pour down your face.

Jules’ expression softens, sliding her hand across the table for you. “I’m sure it’s gonna be okay, love,” she cooed. “He just needs time, he obsessed with you! I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

You slipped your hand into hers, soaking in the comfort. Your other hand grabbed the napkin next to you, wiping away your tears.“Yeah but I don’t think he’ll forgive me,” you replied in a calm down. You took in several deep breathes as an attempt to regain composure.

“I promise he will, he truly loves you.” Her thumb gently rubbed against your knuckles. You nodded, hoping she was right.

~

The door handle felt cold in your hand as you turned it pushing into the house. Instinctly, your hand found the light switch to flick it. However you stopped your movements noticing the lights were already on. Turning the corner, you jumped at the sudden appearance of Harry coming down the stairs. “Oh sorry for scaring you, I heard the door and assumed it was you.” He said.

He was wearing what he usually wore when lounging around the house which was gym shorts and some old shirt. Your eyes analyzed his face for any evidence of his mental state. His eyes look tired, and he had bit more scruff than usual but nothing more. It seemed your eyes were permanently bloodshot and the bags under your eyes darken. “Hi,” you replied going to set your purse on the kitchen counter. “How are you?” You asked trying to be polite.

“Fine, I just got in this morning.” Harry came to the opposite side of the counter. He was unsure how he should approach you. It felt like you both were the same ends of a magnet. “I um wanted to talk you but wanted to do it in person.” He sunk himself down on the kitchen stool, burying his face in his hands. You took note of his nervous habit.

A seed of panic began to grow inside of you, trying to swallow it all down. “Yeah?”

“I had a lot of time to think and I’m sorry for how I left and how avoidant I have been. I just needed space and I was really angry and hurt by you.” You crossed your arms across your body, feeling the dryness in your throat. “I think I was so hurt because I get comments like that all the time from the world. And to hear that from you,” he sucked in a sharp breath as his face knitted up into a scrunch. “You who is suppose to be my partner and know me. Really suppose to know me, you know?” He curled his lips into his mouth. “And if that’s how you know me then frankly I think we’re too different.”

“Harry I’m really sorry. I was just angry and upset and I know there are no excuses but I’m sorry.” You leaned across the counter, extending yourself to him. “I promise I don’t see you like that. You are such an amazing person and nothing like I said.”

His eyes harden again as they stayed fixated on the countertop. He couldn’t even look you in your eyes. “I just don’t think this is going to work. I think we’re too different.”

Your heart sank to your stomach and you felt a well of tears start to pool in your eyes. “Okay,” you mustered out.

“I’m sorry.” He stood up from his seat coming towards you. He held his arms out before engulfing you in them. You sobbed into his chest while he rubbed your back in gentle circles. After a few moments, he softly spoke. “I still you love, y/n. That’s the other part that hurts in all of this, but it’s for the best.”

Your insides crumbled as you reached your arms around his neck. You nestled your face into his bare skin, trying to memorize his scent. Pushing more into him, your lips began to faintly kiss him.

His hands moved towards your waist, firmly holding it. The familiar feeling began to erupt an explosion of desire inside of him. All week he had felt little to no interest in sex so your skin on his felt amplified. “I don’t know if this is right, y/n,” he sighed. He pushed himself into you as you sucked at his skin.

“Just let me have this,” you pleaded coming up for air. You crashed your lips onto his, “I just want you one final time.” You both melted into each other. You and Harry knew each other’s spots and how to work them perfectly.

“Believe me I want you y/n, but I want to make sure this is right.” His tensed his body as you slipped your hand into his shorts, grabbing at his warm skin.

You leaned your mouth against his ear, “I just really want you to fuck me right now,” you said eagerly. You hopped up onto the counter and Harry pushed himself between your legs. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants, tugging them down along with your panties. Your hands lifted your top over your head, exposing your chest to him. He latched his mouth to your collar bone as left a trail of kisses along them. “Can you do that for me? Please make me cum.”

His mouth went downward and his body slumped down to his knees while his hands brought you closer to the edge. He attached his mouth to you making you heave at the sudden feeling. His tongue licked upwards against your clit giving you a growing bud of pleasure. You swung your leg over his shoulder for better access, leaning backwards to rest your weight on your arms. The intense pleasure would at times mix with the pain you felt which made you want him more. You craved him.

The waves of indulgences began to combine with one another and you could feel your release was imminent. “I’m gonna cum,” you moaned. Harry slipped a finger into you as your orgasmed washed over you. He pulled away from you, his mouth shining in the light. He thought to himself how much he would miss the taste of you. The way he could feel you expand around him when you came and how blissfully your face looked afterwards. He already missed you. He tossed his shirt over his body and quickly ridding his short away too, desiring to only feel your skin. “Do you think you can cum for a second time for me?” You nodded standing up from the counter. You turned around, laying your front side against the cool side. Goosebumps puckered up all over you skin when Harry gave a quick smack to your ass. “Hmm mine.” He immediately regretted the word as he cringed at himself. He was glad he couldn’t see your face.

He slid himself into you, giving himself to you. You moaned at the feeling, your primal needs coming out. Harry’s thumb snaked its way to your sensitive clit, and began to firmly rub in circles. You could start to feel your second orgasm growing.

The kitchen was filled with the sound of your bodies colliding and both of yours grunts. Harry kept a firm grip on you as he felt his own release coming. He wanted to savor the moment but couldn’t hold himself back. “Fuck, I love this pussy. I love the way it feels. Fuck,” he strummed out. His thumb became sloppy as you came down from your second high. Both of you were catching your breaths, Harry laid his head against your back still inside of you. “I love you.” He spoke in a gentle tone.

His words brought you out of your enlightenment, the emptiness finding its way back. “I love you, too.” You finally said after what felt like hours.

He pulled himself out of you and you could feel his cum drip out of you down your leg. Using his shirt, he wiped it away. The weight of the situation fell onto his shoulders as he put on his shorts. “I guess I should have reached for a condom, sorry for that.”

“Yeah I guess so,” you said realizing how awkward it might be to have unprotected sex with someone you’re no longer with. “Should be fine, still not pregnant so.” You felt incredibly stiffed suddenly as you grabbed your clothes. “Maybe one of us is infertile.” You tried to joke to lighten the mood.

He gave a weak laugh which made you feel like another knife had stabbed you in the heart. “You can erm have the bed, I’ll be in the guest room.”

You started to head upstairs wanting to rid yourself of this situation. “Sounds great. We can decide what to do later with all the stuff. Anyway, I’m gonna head upstairs to shower.” Once your body stood under the hot water, all the emotional toll fell over you. You curled your body into a tight ball, letting the water fall.

~

Harry had decided to stay out in LA while you sorted through everything. He felt guilty for staying there and almost gave you the house several times. Actually, he was still debating that idea since it wasn’t like he couldn’t afford another place. Either way, he couldn’t stand to see you since it pained him so deeply. He hoped the sun, beach, and work would let him escape this world he had created.

To be honest, your turmoil had shifted to a newfound panic when you realized you were late. Instead of crying yourself to sleep, you were tossing and turning at idea of you being pregnant with your now ex-boyfriend’s baby. He also dumped you.

You paced the bathroom endlessly, waiting for the timer to go off. The sudden ring jolted practically jolted your bones. Each step towards the plastic test felt like eternity till you were faced with a small “pregnant” in the window.

[starchbean]

MDZS AU Kickin' Around In My Head

((Spoilers? and vampirism ahoy.))

Where the Wen Clan (family by blood and upper ranks by appointment) are vampires. Yes this means a cute widdle bwudfursty Wen Ning who is shy and reluctant about it, a ferociously protective Wen Qing who makes sure her brother gets his drinks, Literal Blood Tyrant Wen Ruohan, etc etc

But what I'm actually getting at with this is a Jin Guangyao who gets himself turned so that he can work up to a place where he can topple Wen Ruohan. Jin Guangyao doesn't really see this as much of a sacrifice, personally, but he knows he can play it off to others as if he has given up his precious humanity to win the war for their side.

Imagine the scene with Nie Mingjue held captive where instead of just killing the disciples, Jin Guangyao drains them of blood right in front of Nie Mingjue's salad. And then Diablerizes Wen Ruohan. Nie Mingjue is even moreso like "Holy hell, this guy is a monster!" and he's absolutely right.

But just on cue, Sweet Good Boy Lan Xichen shows up and takes his poor little meowmeow Jin Guangyao in his arms, saying he had no choice, and everything he did was to help them win the war so that no more innocent blood would be spilled by the Qishan Wen Clan.

Incidents go a bit differently, I haven't fully figured this part out yet because I'm not super tight with the source material, having only read the book once. Long story short, Jin Guangyao ends up at Gusu with Lan Xichen. Lan Xichen convinces Jin Guangyao to give up on trying to please his shitty father, and donates his own blood to Jin Guangyao. Totally *cough cough* out of a sense of obligation. Only he likes it a little more than is perhaps normal. He likes Jin Guangyao a little more than is perhaps normal too. It's a good thing Jin Guangyao is absolutely gone for him also.

They're engaged to be married, shocking the cultivation world that the Gusu Lan clan leader is marrying in as the WIFE to a man with no title or background--the son of a *whisper* prostitute. Lan Xichen just tells the haters that the founder of the Lan clan was a woman*, and his plan to be a wife is in accordance with the clan's early tradition, actually.

Jin Guangshan crashes the wedding, ostensibly upset that his son, who is now marrying the clan leader of a powerful sect and is therefore on the radar, didn't even invite him! Jin Guangyao waves him off, telling him the same things Jin Guangshan once told him--that his mother was a prostitute, after all, and she only told a story about him being the child of a great cultivator, but the chance that he was actually Jin Guangshan's son was so small that it wasn't worth acknowledging. Jin Guangshan leaves in a huff (He's escorted out).

*I'm actually not 100% sure on this detail, I only read the book once, but this was the impression I got.

[myobsessionsspace]

hi i need to say this to SOMEONE 😭 but the general fandom is soo weird about jikook. whenever i see tiktoks the vibes of the comments are so different when its jikook. its so normal to see stuff like "thats his baby" "soulmates" "they love each other so much" "i love them together" when its abt any other pairing but for jikook tiktoks its just comment after comment of people emphasizing the word friendship. like fandom cannot interact w jikook content unless they make sure EVERYONE KNOWS that theyre JUST FRIENDS and i do not see this with other pairings and i do not understand why

Hi Lovely,

You can always come say things here 🫶

It’s crazy because I was just talking to a friend today about something similar!!

I was saying to her that I don’t even want the general public or all of the fandom to ship Jikook. I just want them to acknowledge them as close.

To be honest there are unhinged shippers in everytime subsection, Jikookers included. It’s understandable people that want no parts in shipping because it can go really left of the field, from the hyper feminisation of Jimin, the hyper masculinisation of Jungkook, the a/b/o tropes that people want to fit into everything they do, the hyper sexualisation of them, trying to make their every breath about the ship etc.

It’s understandable that lots of people want to just enjoy the members without all that extra.

What’s not understandable is the total erasure of Jikook even being BFFs, the super focus on certain duos that are not as volatile territory like ‘woah, thighs’, and how it’s fun to trend ‘rapper’s girlfriend’ but crickets from the fandom as a whole and only real noise from jikookers when ‘Jimin Hyung can handle it’ ‘I’m not that easy’ happed in front of our salad?!

That’s not US taking it there, that’s THEM 😩

My friend and I were saying that there are people that do see more when it comes to Jikook but because there aren’t enough big spaces that embrace the unique aspects of Jikook they try shipping spaces, but it’s not for the weak hearted. Some just see Jikook as interesting but not down to the #jikookisreal level and so when they dip their toes in they dip right back out.

Becca aka @wingzie did a post on how there are more jikookers than we may have thought:

I do get you anon, but I’m not so bothered if Jikook were to be acknowledged as ‘just friends’, heck I rarely see Jimin and Jungkook’s names in the same sentence unless it’s with the inclusion of other members or their musical records.

To be real, I care more that they’re not acknowledged as BEST FRIENDS, as closer than close. I see a lot of ‘that’s his baby brother’ ‘that’s just Jimin, he’s like that with all of them’, don’t even get me started on the pass around Jimin narrative that some use 😑.

I too see on a whole some actions that Jimin & Jungkook do that jikookers think is just for Jikook that truthfully isn’t, that can be seen with all seven. More jikookers do need to start dispelling those misguided Jikook lores in addition to dispelling anti Jikook narratives.

BUT I also see when there are things just Jikook that get skilfully ignored.

It’s super frustrating but at the same time it’s not. Because, really, do we want millions upon millions trending every little thing about Jikook if they are real and not explicitly out? I’d rather have the ones that can’t see anything because they have underlying prejudices to stay not seeing anything, because do Jikook need those kind of eyes on them?

Maybe a smaller bubble of jikookers being convinced and spotting their moments, in comparison to the fandom as a whole acknowledging something different with Jikook vs other ships, allows for jikookers to to keep jikooking ‘safely’.

The majority of people that DO see Jikook, see them for the unique softness, fondness, adoration, sweet words and actions, fun and spicy bond they have and want to celebrate it and protect it.

Appreciating Jikook doesn’t need to have millions of people. To be honest with or without us watching, Jikook will keep Jikooking. So let those that see them, enjoy and let those that don’t see them, miss out on a beautiful thing.

Thank you for being comfortable enough to send me your ask.

💜

[sweettoothvn]

Why does Tenylia like Andre and how does Tenylia act around Andre if by work/casual coincidence etc.

Well look at him, what’s not to like?

Besides the looks what she’s really attracted to is his warm personality and kindness.

First time they met she made a complete fool of herself with the worst type of word salad in her life right in front of him when he first walked into the store. She acts normal enough since she’s one of his friends, but don’t be surprised when she turns blue in the face because he doesn’t understand personal space or read the room.

[meepmoopdraws2]

Since my hand has been hurting too much to draw I give you my unhinged unfiltered not proofread thoughts… K so like I know what Ryan and Oliver keep saying… and I hear them… vulnerable this… new that… I love you to the core blah blah… but I need them to be so realistic about this. What do you mean we’re going to see them interact in new ways we haven’t seen before. Um yeah freakin right… the only difference is going to be that their going to acknowledge that their doing it in front of our salad. NEW? U mean they’re gonna flirt, cry, be touchy, be parental, be honest, be gay, be nervous, happy, not subtle, never not together, telling each other everything? Angsty when they’re sad? NEW? WHY DO U THINK WE SHIP THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE. Sorry it’s making me laugh but I just don’t believe them “new”. New my a*s. You’re just going admit that we’re not complete clowns. The only ONLY thing that would be new that I can think of is them actually talking about their relationships. Buck dating a guy and Eddie’s sexuality arc? But not their dynamic. That will not be new. Just louder?

Side note: Since the beginning of this show Ive been rooting for a bisexual Buck who just is. He knows who he is, Maddie does, and people are just oblivious. Basically that the extent of his “coming out” is him just talking about whatever and it’s a non thing… like “omg I dated this guy who was obsessed with alligators” and we move on. Its so powerful to have that kind of rep too. Even if they have a realization arc for him this season I would rather it be something more along the lines of him getting asked out by a guy or vice versa and him being like “at some point I felt like I had to fit the majority so I just stopped letting myself feel anything for men. Ive always liked them ive been with them…” so on and so forth. Or “yeah blank asked me out and we had fun” and blank is a guy and no one is like “U LIKE MEN?!” Or even if they are he’s just like “yeah haven’t you been knew?” Imo the realization arc there should be more Eddie realizing he’s jealous of Buck even when he’s with a guy”

On the other hand-Eddie’s sexuality arc is a really beautiful opportunity. Especially him talking with Athena and Bobby. Cause I feel like Eddie would have so much guilt or has so much guilt. Like he feels like he wasted so much of Shannon’s life when he was never able to love her in the way she loved him and then she died. And Bathena are obviously like “sometimes life works out that way but you got Christopher and a beautiful friendship and nothing would change that-do you really think she would hold that against you.” And Bobby is like “I got a second chance” Athena js like “I don’t regret that love it led me to such a beautiful thing.” Etc etc. and Eddie realizes Athena is Buck. Okay now im rambling and incoherent byee

[oodlyenough]

aa5 update while i'm thinking of it:

finished 5-3 turnabout academy the other week and honestly i enjoyed the hell out of that entire case, lol. i thought the npcs were all funny (robin is the MVP), a lot of the reveals were hilarious, i am dual destinies klavier's #1 fan apparently.

assigned prosecutor at birth

the lore of Law High School was something i'd seen mentioned in fandom sometimes and i always rolled my eyes at how stupid it was but in true ace attorney fashion it was in fact SO stupid it came all the way around to being hilarious. themis pumping out under-educated self-described prodigies who only know how to eat hot chip, forge evidence and lie. funny as hell. junie and apollo's weird oedipal moment right in front of klavier and athena's salads was hysterical.

i love the idea that japanifornia has stricter age limits for being a crane operator than for being a lawyer or a judge. hugh the 25 year old deciding to go to themis instead of ... regular law school.... so he could experience the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows of high school mock trials is funny as all hell

athena's ptsd sprites are pretty haunting looking, i have to say.

have since started 5-4 turnabout cosmos and so far it's not quite as bonkers fun but i'm enjoying it ok. more under the cut:

it feels like we're finally going somewhere and building to something, with athena lore and apollo lore and blackquill lore, etc. i remain ambivalent to simon but i am thrilled to have finally met his hotter meaner gayer sister and i can't wait for more of her. truly what dual destinies has lacked to this point is a mean woman. deliver me, aura.

unfortunately all the clay-apollo lore is goofy as hell to me, but "goofy" is still more enjoyable than "boring" so i'll take it. the "i'm fine!!!!" thing is IMO a classic example of when a prequel tries to explain something that never needed explaining. it's just not that poignant of a phrase to make the crux of this relationship, and clay never being mentioned before is so mels pond/Jack Black in that one episode of Community-core.

ah yes, we all remember that classic scene from ace attorney 4: apollo justice where apollo talks to his best friend clay.

finally: this is the funniest thing they could possibly have written to follow up on a game that ended with apollo's long lost mother knowing exactly who he and trucy are ...and fucking off out of the country to sell albums without ever telling him.

why do we bash deadbeat moms for not being there for their kids and never question if the child has bad vibes or is unpleasant to be around

a lot of my earlier complaints about DD stand -- primarily and foremost that it's ridiculous how much this game doesn't want to be a game. we are skipping so many opportunities to investigate, to present, to connect the dots ourselves as a player, even fingerprint minigames and stuff like that just get auto-completed by athena. i like athena as a character, but i have to wonder if part of the "mary sue" criticism i've sometimes seen is just misguided frustration about how much she autonomously solves puzzles for the player instead of letting the player participate lol.

but considering how much i really thought 5-2 monstrous turnabout was just. like. absolutely brutal. a devastating low point for the franchise ... at least 5-3 and, to this point, 5-4 are more interesting. thank god

[whatevermakesyoubreak]

-💖 the way this song’s tone and lyrics encapsulate the vibes my fic has is insane. (like, i know this is about tyler’s dad, but i think it can be interpreted in other ways), but like, the lyrics?? holy shit.

> fucking RANT & SPOILERS below.

THESE LYRICS DAWGGGGGG.. and yes, this song is on the sic infit playlist (just search it on spotify if u want).

> “you gave me love and affection, attention, protection, how can i ever miss something that i never had?” - if lira could actually express her twisted and fucked up feelings to illumi this right here would be it. holy fucking shit. and vice versa.

> “mama, i’m chasing a ghost.” - illumi about killua?? kalluto about illumi? illumi about silva?? lira about her older siblings??? lira about chrollo? chrollo about lira?? hisoka about chrollo?? kurapika’s entire existence?? hisoka about illumi? ALL OF THE ABOVE?? AHHH.

> “i’ve decided to, anything that lives inside of you, i would never ever lie to you, you ain’t ever have to lie to me, i’m everything that i’ve strived to be, so… do i look like him?” THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE APPLIES TO EVERY SINGLE FKN CHARACTER IN MY FIC, FROM LIRA TO KALLUTO TO HISOKA TO CHROLLO TO ILLUMI TO EVEN FUCKING KILLUA AND KURAPIKA IN THE FUTURE LIIIKE OMG. i mean, they’re all trying to be the thing or person they look up to, or see as the thing they should be. they’re all trying to be something they’re NOT, they’re all chasing something intangible and seeking validation in the most twisted ways (again, mama, i’m chasing a ghost, i don’t know who he is…) … mein gott, i can’t even put it into words gdi. just vibes. the irony though? (again, you ain’t ever have to lie to me...) is that (most of) the people they’re idolizing would accept them as they are!

for the adults, they all think that the person they’re romantically invested in is secretly chasing or wanting something else that they can’t give them. ex: SPOILER FOR LATER CHAPTERS, illumi being jealous and uncomfortable with lira & chrollo’s close bond, knowing but not really understanding that it was born from desperation & hard times living in the gutter & scraping to get by as teenagers, & him seeing them reunite as adults and bc of their easy closeness, he starts thinking that someone like chrollo is who she wants and not him?? to where he relentlessly analyzes the other man’s actions, personality, fucking ACCENT, etc. and wonders if he should be more like that, even going to the point of imitating him in front of her, not to intentionally become someone else in an insecure way, but purely to UNNERVE her??

and for the kids in my fic, oh they’re just a disaster. always trying to be who the adults around them are, OR the exact opposite of them, like: kalluto clinging desperately to both illumi and lira and eventually doing things that he didn’t think himself capable of. killua’s entire existence, worrying that he may turn into the monsters that his older brother and sister-in-law are bc he thinks that’s his true nature. gon’s behavior clocked by lira as him being a sociopath & him worrying he may turn into someone like hisoka (purely in the bloodthirsty way) bc of her words…

ultimately this messy ass word salad ahh rant all can be summarized with:

SO, DO I LOOK LIKE HIM???

& through growth and development, it turns into:

I DON’T LOOK LIKE HIM!!!

[lurkingteapot]

Last Twilight ภาพนายไม่เคยลืม Ep 6

another episode that's UP THERE. Goodness. The watch blog is even more incoherent than usual, consider yourselves warned.

Day is like deflect deflect deflect

god that hangover remedy looks TOXIC

oh fuck I didn't clock that August clocked the flower, ffff

aah I love On

I don't love August

afadsfas Mawk

posturing, oh nooo

how does a wrist wrap make anyone collapse? oh wait, he fell and hurt his wrist?

PIZZA

product placement, huh

oh god Mawk is SO jealous

ajaan On!!!

i see August did NOT get a glass of water

I love On

Mawk seeing a CHANCE huh

August like …

oh god this is STRESSFUL I love ittt

the touching-letting go- touching is. SOMETHING.

are you still talking about the shoes, Day?

this house is so cute

I love Phawjai so much

oh goodness, Mawk's FACE just now

Jimmy's really come far

oh man, are those his own? ohh he fixed them

calling it now the flower thing is gonna be merch too

that was a n extremely fake looking stumble right now, sorry not sorry, you've both done better

we're back to the unspecified time story time!

is August flirting or … what

Day definitely is

asfasdfasdf I love On

Mawk just openly pining in front of everyone's salad

is this the Rangsit U sports grounds again

yeah, looks like it

oh god I hate jealousy as a plot device but urgh

okay at least they did not make the banana eating weird

Mawkkkk don't bring down his hopes--

ah

okay, that's more like it

what's UP here

I love these two together

I mean I especially love Phawjai

but they're so good as friends

you're making her point, dude

this is CUTE and I wonder what's gonna be the nail in the coffin for Day to choose Mawk over August

Hi Night, long time no see!

August is TRYING, huh

birthday coming up, huh

I want Chef Mon's hair

oh, are we getting Night backstory, huh

!!!! HE QUIT

he loves his little brother and it's hard for him that Day hates him, that's my read and I'm sticking to it

this seems like they filmed this early on, idk

leaving it to himmmm

I love that it's not that easy to answer and that they can just leave it at that

Day kicking his feet like a little kid!!!

Mawk FLIRTING

DAY FLIRTING BACK

I cannottttt

is he gonna ---------

no mention of the necklace, huh

OH he's putting his own cologne on him????

holy SHIT that's intimate idk also I need to find that scent

(P'Aof and scents is2g)

I LOVE that they're not being coy about the, whatever it is between them

AUGUST PLANNED THIS on one hand: this is so cute!!! on the other hand: YIKES SURPRISE PARTIES

so that's why August took Mawk to buy drinks

so we'll have, what, 1-2 more eps of AugustDay and then a  crisis and then MawkDay? aaah

August and that condescending little shoulder slap, WOW

but I want that cake kinda

he's gonna bum a cig-- yep

also how tall is that dude to make Jimmy look short

the cig in the cake, oh man Mawk. I get that you're mad, but that's nasty

he's heartbrokennnn and I bet the social status thing plays into it too

I'm not sure I get what's going on rn--

I love how they show anxiety rising here, it's beautifully done

that's like a "putting your name on things to show they're yours' thing and it's not cute august

preview has me super afraid that we're going to get a kiss out of them next part

I love Gee

love the way they have Day made up here, he really looks like someone coming off a BAD moment or five

the bridgeeee

Mawk is like 'what was I thinking', huh

Day's already fallen for Mawk, he's just catching up to that reality now, huh?

oh August isn't bad at looking smitten, either

not on Mawk's level yet, but that's okay

(Ohm is doing really well for a junior actor)

oh????

CALLED IT

holy shit

oh wow what TIMING, of course

of course

poor Mawk, he's so unlucky with his sunflower timing every time

JimmySea fans everywhere throwing a shit

and Jimmy this is probably the weakest acting I've seen out of you so far

what the fuck why did you push him??? what the??????

was that a pity thing???

oh August, you fucker, the road to hell etc

did Day hear that???

asdfasdfasdfadsfasdfasdasdf adfadfasdfasdfasdfasdfasd oh DEAR

oh man Jimmy is MUCH better at being scary than at being kind

oh I unexpectedly love this??? y'know?

Mawk is Day's safe space atm, I love that.

what a terrible ending to a nice Birthday, huh

is this the early morning?? looks like it

ROOFTOP

kiss?????????

I feel like this is not the time?

that's … gonna backfire

tiny "mai" incoming?

no?

okay but Day is kissing back, huh?

Jimmy's eating

oh his voice went low there

but okay this is gonna get awkward I BET

OH we're going to get the "proving yourself / your love" arc in ep 7, huh. P'AOF!!!!

[cryptidsurveys]

Saturday, May 31st, 2025.

Do you like sweet or sour things better? Sour is okay in small doses, but I much prefer sweet things.

Do you like Jessica Simpson? I don't have anything against her.

Have you ever had a dog? No. We've only ever owned cats and fish. When I was younger, I really wished we could have a dog, but now I'm perfectly content with cats.

Do you own a pair of brown shoes? I don't think so. I vaguely recall throwing out my last worn-out pair of brown hiking shoes, but I could be wrong.

Are you going to the movies this weekend? I'm not. I just lazed around home today (Saturday), and hopefully I will be going to the mountain park tomorrow.

Is there any drama going on right now in your life? Not really.

Do you hate it when people use one another? It's certainly not pleasant.

Don’t you hate how guys are players? I don't believe all guys are players, but I wouldn't bother pursuing anyone who exhibited those types of behaviors.

Is your hair naturally curly or straight? It's naturally straight.

What word would express you right now? Maybe "transformative." I feel like I might be going through or about to go through some sort of internal shift. Like I can feel the tectonic plates of my soul getting ready to give way to some new configuration. I feel rather "trapped" by my current identity and way of being in the world. I thought people-pleasing was the answer, going back to the days when I was "a joy to have in class," but it turns out it's not. It was a start, a way to override past reactions, but it wasn't the ultimate solution. It's just exhausting and depressing always putting up a front, living in fear of what others think, etc. I don't think I'll "transform" all at once, but once the cracks start to show, then the rest of the process is probably inevitable. I just can't keep doing it the old way. Something has to give. It's either suffer from the discomfort of the familiar or endure the uncertainty of the unknown.

Do you like the smell of spring? I love the smell of spring rain, and floral fragrances carried on a warm breeze.

Do you like roast beef? Sometimes, yeah.

Is there a guy at your school that every girl thinks is cute but you don’t?

Would you say that you’re popular? I would say I'm reasonably well-liked, but not well-known.

What is your 8th period class?

Was your first phone a track phone? I don't know what a track phone is exactly. It was an old Nokia.

Do you like Gatorade? I always take a bottle with me to the animal shelter, but I don't think I would drink it very often if not for that.

Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What can you touch? A Bible, a bottle of migraine meds, a empty gum package + wrapper, and my glasses case.

Before you started this survey, what were you doing? I was downstairs getting a little something to eat to tide me over until dinner.

Does your hair fall out a lot? No.

Without looking, guess what time it is. 3:40pm. It's actually 3:54pm.

Were you close? I was 14 minutes off. Not a great guess considering I just recently looked at the time, maybe around 3:30pm-ish.

What were you doing the last time you went outside? I went out to the animal shelter yesterday afternoon to say goodbye to a kitty who is going home today. <3

Did you dream last night? I don't remember last night's dreams, but I had an animal shelter-related dream during a nap earlier this morning.

Did you get punched today? No.

Do you hate in almost every survey people ask if your listening to music? I don't hate it, but it's often irrelevant to me because I almost never listen to music while taking surveys. Generally speaking, I think it's an interesting question because it helps give insight into someone's music taste.

Have you ever rode on a motorcycle? On the back of them.

Do you have red hair? Brown.

Do you have a garden? We have what used to be a garden.

What’s for dinner tonight? Salad and half of a bagel with cheese and jalapeno slices.

[iantimony]

oopsie, two missed tuesdays!

and i almost missed this one too!!!! i was moving apartments. ough. this is a random mishmash of everything i remember of the past .. three ?? ??? weeks.

listening: finished s1 of the silt verses! faulkner is my poor little meow meow etc. i am rotating it in my brain. will have more thoughts next week probably.

some fugazi because they were referenced in a mina le video on merch and i was intrigued. they're good!

fugazi waiting room

brat charli xcx on recommendation of beloved mutual png jpeg. i liked it, i don't normally go for her style but there's some good earworms in here. really good gym album. not sure which specific song to drop here because it was a Full Album experience imo.

in terms of relistening/older stuff, the dear hunter antimai, more franz ferdinand. finally listened to sound & fury by sturgill simpson all the way through, it's really good. boyf also got me to listen to die antwoord and ohhh i do like this. a lot.

i fink u freeky (die antwoord)

also more bionicle playlist. it's just a dose of early 00's-10's music delivered via iv directly into my bloodstream. sorry.

reading: this was from a few weeks ago actually but i forgot about it. we stopped over in pittsburgh for a night and briefly entertained the idea of going to a museum or something road-trip style and found this museum review. surprisingly she is not a lesbian.

and then related to the watching, wikipedia pages for victor ninov and darleane c hoffman!

watching: mina le: the merch industry has gone too far, WAGs, blokecore, and the “feminization” of sports

swell entertainment: the marketability of celebrity eras, how to destroy your audience's trust

started dangelo wallace's ozempic video. the fatphobia had me tapping out pretty quick tho. also watched about half of joy achill's "the george r r martin problem" about asoiaf stuff, gonna finish it tomorrow i think

watched "the man who tried to fake an element" with the boyf, really fascinating, i knew a little bit of it from one of my undergrad classes but this was a really good deep dive.

also watched two episodes of space dandy with the boyf. so much to unpack there.

playing: more dnd but otherwise fallow. made a little dungeon crawl type thing so that's pretty straightforward.

making: coasters mostly right now! the main ones are a Surprise so i will not be posting them yet. instead look at my worm

i've also started knitting a magic the gathering card sleeve as a semi-gag gift for a friend. it's really really stupid i love it so much. it is just ten rows of a rectangle in stockinette right now but i'm going to mock up a little texture work to get the swamp land symbol in the back.

eating: did a lot of takeout right after moving because, Yeah, but i finally started settling back in to home cooked meals. made my favorite orzo salad for a temple potluck, an ungodly amount of gyudon, and a garlic butter shrimp pasta thing.

misc: my new apartment is good!! the insulation isn't great, i know i'll have to shrinkwrap some windows this winter for Sure, but overall i'm settling in. i have a lot of organization and purging to do, especially of my House Clothes, craft supplies, and makeup/beauty shit, and i need to get one or two pieces of furniture still (like a couch......i have a funny little bachelor chair in front of the couch right now which is very funny). i got myself some fun plants from the farmers market as a housewarming gift to myself. i am finally the owner of a monstera, yippee, she Really needs a repot though. i also got a hoya lisa because i liked the name and it was cute and cat friendly and i got a vaguely labia-adjacent succulent. i have so many little household Needs and Tasks (mat for in front of the sink! blackout curtains because i have to sleep with an eye mask right now because the blinds dont do shit! etc!) and also every grocery bill i do is like $100 because of getting kitchen essentials that will not run out any time soon but that i do need (white vinegar. aluminum foil. flour.) so everything is so expensive. this is a big wall of text. at least the spare mattress is out of my weird haunted hallway now <3 i'm very excited to start hanging up my art.

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

Hellsing Rewatch: Episode Three Thoughts

One | Two

I loooove Pip

My favorite thing about Hellsing is that Dracula the novel has canonically been published in it. How did that happen! Why! Did Van Helsing commission it?? Are they meant to be genuine entries of their journals as a found footage thing?

It’s really funny and appropriate that the Wild Geese are like lmao monsters?? But also if I was a mercenary taken to this shady ass mansion with its own barracks etc I’d just believe any insane shit

Rip Iscariot letter Not Bomb stamp, you will be missed

Integra and Alucard both having a taste for the ugliest possible hats

Maxwell is SO extra he’s crushing his own glasses! Sir you need those!!!

Andercard 💖💖💖💖💖 They’re so fucking insane I love them

Also does this museum have no security? Is no one like uh. They’re drawing guns here.

AGDHFHFHGF Alucard grumpily going back to bed, does that mean he was asked to accompany them to the museum or was he just being nosy?

It’s SO FUNNY how Maxwell is Anderson’s boss now, he’s practically his son

HDJFJFGHDD REMEMBER MAXWELL MAKING INTEGRA SAY PLEASE IN THE MANGA

Why does Maxwell sound so proud when he reveals that the Vatican helped the Nazis 🥲

It’s so so so funny that Major and Dok personally showed up to the museum to watch all this discussion go down and also WHY IS DOK BLOODY AND WHAT IS THAT OUTFIT

What does Alucard mean that only Millennium, Integra, AND HIM are crazy enough to enlist the undead as soldiers. Are we talking level zero or something else????

Also lol. lmao. Walter acting like he doesn’t remember Millennium

HOTEL TWINK HIIIIIIII

Alucard did NOT need to do that poor twink right that, he changed his fucking life. He will never be the same

I looooove the shot of Alucard walking into the hotel room with the rippling air around him

“With any luck they’ll not only dig their own graves but pay for the funeral as well” fucks tbh. It’s a really good line

The spirit of Harkonnen being like “Something terrible is about to happen” and it’s really just Alucard waking her up.

I love Alucard subtly correcting Seras saying “Good morning” with “Good evening” but also like idk taking the moment to respond politely despite being like “btw SWAT team here to kill us.” He also waited a REALLY long time to wake her tbh

I’m generally ambivalent to the gun spirit dream sequence shenanigans but the choice to have such a light silly scene before the absolute carnage that is the Rio hotel fight is such a good tonal shift.

Rio sequence my beloved 💖

I love the beat when Integra questions if Alucard is going to show any restraint or like moral qualms at all in the face of adversity and Walter reminds her that he’s a monster. It definitely has the tone of a conversation they’ve had before.

Alucard’s so mad at the soldier committing suicide like I WANT THAT OUT DAMNIT

He’s having such a meltdown!!

“This is just the way it is” is it tho 🤔

Oh no the Rio call. In front of Walter’s salad

I think the Rio call (where Alucard is doing all this grandstanding about being a monster with zero remorse and needling her about potentially not being up to making a tougher call) is actually really interesting after him reacting so strongly to the one soldier killing himself, and then seeming to lose his own resolve a little bit when he realizes he’s been so harsh to Seras.

Walter like “I’m only the butler… I an not engaging with this shit”

Elevator sequence 💖💖💖💖💖 It’s truly really good nonverbal storytelling

I love that Major monologues so much that no one’s even trying to talk to him, they know he’s just going to keep going.

“I’m called the Dandyman” and Alucard’s like. Did I ask.

“There’s absolutely no reasoning with you people” WHEN DID YOU TRY TO REASON WITH THEM

Pip 👏 gets 👏 shit 👏 done 👏

The show does such a good job establishing just how gross and disgusting Alucard is

Oof the arm scene 😬

The one panned out shot where Alucard’s drinking from Alhambra and his proportions are so fucked that he looks like an Adventure Time character

Alucard making Pip on the fucking hijacked helicopter with a gun to the pilot’s head while he monologues 😭😭

It’s so funny how seriously Dok takes everything whereas Major is just like “Hell yeah!! Mayhem!!!!”

Dok’s still bloody omg, it’s also all over his coat like front and back? Did he deliberately just splatter it for edgy aesthetic purposes?

I NEVER noticed that young Walter was placed with the Millennium characters in the end credits. It’s crazy that they have that so early lol