#rs: let's try and be human

[shewantsitall]

Making bingo cards for away matches is so much harder than it is for home matches bc for home matches it’s some game state things, but also stuff like

kids playing drums in the supporter section

5+ Messi shirts

Former Capo handing out ricolas bc he “wants you to be at your best”

Worrying that that one guy is going to have an actual stroke

Harassing the ref

Happy high fives after the game

Someone’s bleeding coming down the high five line

For away matches it’s all stats based and goals and cards… and hoping you don’t jinx the team with your optimism ✨

Also it makes you realize how truly unhinged you seem like why am I the way that I am?

[figsnpassionfruits]

Black Coffee

word count: 1k tags: logan howlett x fem!reader (can be read as gn!), fluff, established rs warnings: implication of nightmares dividers by: @strangergraphics-archive pictures are from pinterest

He looked so peaceful.

The sound of the chirping birds travelled through the open windows, entering your home and filling your bedroom with it. It was the reason you were awake, along with fresh slight winds of the clear forest air, the curtains dancing to its flow.

You were facing Logan, a hand of yours on his bearded cheek, your thumb grazing his skin back and forth. It was not often that he got to sleep and rest like he was now. You had just moved into this house a few days ago. But you could already tell that for him, this was his safe place. Not only because it was in the middle of the pine tree forest, but also because of you.

He looked so peaceful.

Careful to not wake him, you scooped your legs up, lifting the covers only enough for you to wiggle out of bed silently. Glancing back at him with your lips in a tight line, you placed your feet one by one on the cool wooden planks, getting up slowly in order to not make the floor creak. Once up, you started tiptoeing out of your shared bedroom, heading to the bathroom to freshen up before going to the kitchen.

Logan loved black coffee. You did not understand how anyone could drink it that bitter but for him it was more of a functional drink than something to enjoy. Not that he needed it to wake up; that man was practically a unit anyway. It just made him feel more human to share coffee or tea with you in the morning. Besides, he was too proud to allow himself to add some milk or sugar. No matter how he was behind closed doors, a contrast to how strangers would see him, this was the one thing he would not change: The drinks stay bitter. Any time of the day where he is able to spend time with you is a blessing. So if he has to drink black coffee to have it; he will.

After pouring his coffee into his favourite mug, you tenderly walked up the stairs, trying to remain quiet in order to not wake him. No matter how at peace he seemed to be right now, Logan was used to be on edge his whole life. Any sound too noisy was able to wake him up right away, possibly with his claws out and adrenaline pumping through his veins, ready to get rid of the threat. It hurt your heart every time he had wake up like that. Therefore, being as quiet as possible was the way to go.

Once back upstairs in your bedroom you leaned on the doorframe, not able to hide the corners of your lips quirking up as you took another look at him.

He looked so peaceful.

As you walked cautiously to his side of the bed you placed the white mug on his nightstand, creating a small sound that made you cringe. You sat down next to his frame, slowly letting your hips sink into the mattress. Leaning over to him, you delivered small kisses over his nose and cheeks, resting a hand on his chest and the other on his cheek once you noticed him flinching awake.

“Good morning to you, too.” He mumbled, his voice raw and gravelly. Logan wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his exposed chest, his grip around your back tightening each second, making you giggle.

When trying to fight back and sit up, he only held on more, making you burst out a soft laugh. “Stop it!”

Logan grinned, his eyes crinkling as he let out a soft chuckle before finally letting go.

Once you sat up and rested your forearms on him, you took a good look at him, the eye contact filled with love and warmth.

He looked so peaceful.

Logan tucked a lose strand of your hair behind your ear, a large hand of his running up and down your back.

“I brought you coffee.” You smile, running your fingers through his dark and messy hair.

“Can smell it.”

A moment of silence passes where you continue to look at each other. It seemed like he was just taking you in, analyzing your face in detail with a gentle curl of his lips.

“I already watered the plants.” You informed him, your fingers now travelling downwards to roam over his chest.

Logan raised his eyebrows, clearly playfully mocking you. “Did you now?”

As a response you lightly tapped his chest before reminding him that he had promised you to go on a morning run with you.

“Just a few more minutes.” He grumbled, placing both hands back on your back to embrace your warmth. The skin-to-skin contact put him at ease. Made him feel safe. Made him feel peaceful.

“I love you.”

Logan smiled at you, leaning his upper body up to give you a small yet rather long kiss. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

Managing to get him up was a story for itself. It included a lot of pulling and tugging at his arm. Obviously, he just gave in and given you what you wanted. How would you be able to singlehandedly pull up a man whose bones consisted of adamantium?

Once at the front door, already dressed and hair put up to your liking, you were tying your shoes, waiting for you lover to join. You looked up when you heard the creaking of the stairs only to see him in shorts and a tank top, making you smile. “There you are. I almost thought I’d have to go alone.”

Logan clicked his tongue, “You won’t ever go alone if I’m here.” He said. He took advantage of you being bent over and gave your behind a small smack, grinning once you stood up straight.

“Perv.” You giggled, smiling into another kiss.

🍯

[zyart-jpg]

"I Messed Up, We Gotta Go Bald"

Pairing: Park Hajun/Joker x Reader

Summary: He trusted you too much and now he looks like a recession chart of the market stocks.

Tags: Fluff, Established RS, Ugly ass haircut!

A/N: some requested for Hajun! there was also some smut requests but I really am not in the mood to write them right now lolol im sorry, please take this instead! maybe later, ill write one!

Honestly, it was his fault.

You didn’t force him into this. You didn’t bribe him, didn’t beg. You were simply existing—peacefully, minding your business in front of the bathroom mirror, snipping at your bangs like you always did when the world felt a little too loud and you needed a sense of control.

He was the one who sat on the toilet lid, arms crossed, watching you with far too much confidence in his eyes. The kind of confidence that made people do dumb things. The kind of confidence that made him reach over, pick up the kitchen scissors, and hand them to you like it was a sacred gesture of trust and intimacy.

“You always make it look so easy,” he said, with that casual shrug that made you nervous.

You paused, blinked. “That’s because I cut my hair, babe. Not yours. And I’ve done it hundred of times before.”

He waved you off like a man who’d already made peace with the consequences. “C’mon. How bad can it be? It’s just hair.”

Famous last words.

Twenty minutes later, he sat frozen on the bathroom stool, shirtless and soul-crushed, silently staring into the mirror like a man witnessing his own downfall. You stood a safe distance away, arms crossed over your chest, lips twitching.

“It’s not… that bad, Hajun.” you offered, cautiously.

His voice was completely flat. “It looks like a market recession chart.”

You tried to hold it in, you really did—but a snort burst out before you could stop it. You clutched the doorframe, wheezing as laughter bubbled out of you like a shaken soda can.

“There’s a cliff over my left ear,” he said calmly, still not looking away from the mirror. “A sudden drop near the crown. Is that a… spike above my temple? Did you sneeze mid-cut or something?”

You wiped a tear from your eye, breathless. “I told you—my skills are strictly fringe maintenance and desperation trims!”

“I was trying to support your little hair dreams,” he muttered, still inspecting the uneven landscape of his scalp like a depressed economist. “And now I look like a meme.”

You stepped toward him, careful, like you were approaching a wild animal. “I could fix it,” you offered softly. “Just a little. Maybe smooth out the, uh… 'volatility index.’”

You reached for the scissors resting innocently on the sink—your old partners in crime. Just as your fingers brushed the handle, you felt arms wrap tight around your waist.

“Hey—!” you yelped, laughing as he pulled you back, locking you firmly against him.

“Nope. Absolutely not,” he murmured into your shoulder, the deep rumble of his voice far too calm for someone suffering hair trauma.

You squirmed in his grip, giggling. “Come on! I have a vision this time—”

“A vision of what?” he said dryly. “The Grand Canyon’s edge?”

You nearly doubled over from laughter, but he was already swaying you back and forth like some sleepy, affectionate human blanket. You flailed the scissors uselessly behind you, still trapped in his arms.

“Let me just trim the back!”

“I’d rather have a mullet,” he said flatly, and without looking, reached over to swipe the scissors from your hand. He placed them up on the highest shelf like a weary parent confiscating sugar before bedtime.

“You’re such a drama queen,” you huffed, resting back against his chest.

“You’re a domestic terrorist,” he replied calmly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “But unfortunately, you’re also the love of my life.”

You let your head tilt back into his collarbone, exhaling a small laugh. “So you forgive me?”

He turned you in his arms, slowly, like a dance. His hands slid up your sides, lingering just under your ribs, fingers tracing lightly over the hem of your shirt.

“I’ll forgive you…” he said, eyes flicking from your face to your lips, “if you let me kiss you until I forget I look like a walking stock crash.”

You blinked, amused. “That might take a while.”

“Then I guess we’ll be here all night.”

He leaned in and kissed you—soft and warm, the kind that made you momentarily forget your crimes against hairstyling. His lips brushed your cheek, your jaw, your neck—sweet and slow and far too gentle for someone who looked like he’d been personally victimized by hedge fund managers.

And you were just about to melt into it completely when he muttered against your skin:

“I still can’t believe you gave me an actual recession fade.”

You groaned. “Stop calling it that!”

He chuckled, nuzzling into you, completely smug now. “You better not laugh when we’re making out later. Because the moment I feel your fingers in my hair and remember what’s not there—I swear, I’m just gonna go flaccid from emotional damage.”

You choked. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you can moan while staring at this jagged terrain.”

You buried your face in his chest, snorting uncontrollably. “You’re impossible.”

“And you,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear, “are banned from hair-cutting duties forever.”

Still, he didn’t let go of you. Just held you close, hands warm on your back, body swaying with yours in the bathroom's soft, quiet hum.

Honestly? Still worth it.

Even if the next time things got heated, you’d probably have to keep your eyes closed to keep the mood alive.

MASTERLIST

[agonydefying]

Black Rock Shooter RP blog

hi uuuuuhhh it's kris back with another fucking 2am impulse blog

this one's for my girl black rock shooter... from black rock shooter. specifically the 2012 anime verse, about 13-15 years after canon.

sideblog to @djsangos so i'll follow back from there

same rules as all my other blogs apply, 18+ only, no personals, you get the gist

i get fucking lazier and lazier with every pinned post but can you blame me? i do this shit too fucking often lmao

ooc/rules carrd

stats below cut:

did a toon me picrew of my own interpretation of her design until i feel like actualy drawing one, whenever that is, so here's this for now:

it's fucking impossible to get her asymmetrical twintails with any fucking picrew man i'm doing my best

This blog takes place about 13-15 years after the ending of the 2012 anime. Run as if BRS is the one running the blog, all posts should be assumed to be in-character unless preceded with “//”, tagged “#ooc”, or otherwise stated.

Name: Black★Rock Shooter

Nickname/s: BRS, or, alternatively, “Rock.”

Age: about 27-ish

Pronouns: she/her

RELATIONSHIPS

Mato Kuroi: Human counterpart

Dead Master (Yomi Takanashi’s other self): they have a… situationship?

The other… other selves: Acquaintances, adversaries, friends. All those words mean the same thing in the Hollow World.

LAST SEEN ON B★RS..

(Note: some of this is canon, some is headcanon extrapolated from canon, and some is just straight headcanon)

True to her promise, BRS continues to bear Mato’s pain and fight for her sake in the Hollow World, though their situation isn’t as dire as it once was. In her adolescence, Mato’s continued repression and ignorance of her pain and grief meant that it was all pushed onto BRS to bear, causing her to become progressively more powerful and ruthless, indiscriminately slaughtering other selves, freeing them and their human counterparts from the pain they bore… and the memories of said pain. This all reached a head when Mato, determined to save Yomi from her own pain, fused with BRS in the Hollow World to stop her from killing Dead Master… but she was too late. Seeing Dead Master as Yomi, impaled on BRS’s blade, Mato couldn’t take that pain, and the trauma it caused pushed BRS over the edge, driving her insane and transforming her into something overpowered and nigh-invincible. At Mato’s declaration that she wanted to feel pain, she promised she’d show her just that, beating her counterpart to a pulp until Mato, realizing that she really couldn’t make it through life without hurting anyone herself, finally fought back, snapping BRS out of her frenzy. With Mato’s friends’ other selves having been revived, restoring their memories, the two part ways, with BRS telling Mato that she fights for her because she loves her.

Now, in adulthood, Mato does her best not to run from her pain, to let herself feel it and deal with it. This doesn’t leave BRS out of a job, however, and she dutifully fights for Mato’s sake as she always has, in the endless battlefield of the Hollow World. But it’s safe to say that both of them are at least a bit healthier due to Mato’s efforts.

Mato herself is now a professional basketball player, turning what was once her hobby into a career. She still remains close with her friends, and is dating Yomi, though her travels for games mean she’s not always able to spend as much time with everyone as she’d like.

Though the majority of BRS’s interactions with her fellow other selves involve violence, there isn’t necessarily any hatred in their battles. They’re generally able to have civil conversations whenever they’re not trying to rip each other’s heads off. They’re friends. Probably.

BRS sees glimpses of Mato’s life in her dreams, just as Mato sees BRS in hers. A literal world apart, they don’t see much of each other otherwise, but that doesn’t mean either of their love for their counterpart has waned.

anyway that’s where i’m calling this it’s 2am bye

[malewifeharem]

YK I WAS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT OM STOOD FOR.. ANYWAY CAN WE GET BELPHIE IN THE YAN ALPHABET HOUSE PLEASE :3 ☁️

yandere!belphegor alphabet

彡- ,, yandere om! belphegor alphabet (template from @dear-yandere eheheheh)

cw ⁞ OMSWD CHAPTER 16 SPOILERS, death threats, violence, manipulation, just general yandere behaviour??? not proofread.

an ⁞ lmk if there are any other warnings i should add!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

he loves cuddling and napping with you. it may not seem like he loves you — the only sign of affection you receive, being cuddles and naps. but trust me, his love for you is INTENSE... he has slaughtered many people for you. past lovers, bullies, any and all who have wronged you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

he's willing to eliminate anyone for you. it can get very messy... lucifer has had to call for help to clean up evidence before. although his older brother tries his best to clean up after him, word still got out about the youngest's aggressive tendencies — simply because he leaves too many crime scenes behind, it's almost impossible to clean them all in such a short time. he's probably thought of eradicating the whole of purgatory hall and diavolo's castle too.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

100%. you've heard him call you the meanest names before. he will always remind you of your place as a human —you'll always be inferior to him, like his little pet.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

putting you to sleep when and wherever he likes. arguing with him? go to sleep, maybe you'll start talking sense when you wake. out in public? he suddenly feels like you've spent too long outside, go to sleep, he'll take you home.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

he doesn't tell you much, other than reports of only some of his victims. he keeps most of his carnal, deranged thoughts to himself. you're still well aware of his mania through his actions but you'll never know how deep his violent rabbit hole goes.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

if he's in a good mood, he might play along, just don't take it too far. if he's not, he'll lazily warn you first. if that doesn't work, he'll threaten you — reminding you of what he's done, what he can always do. if you decide to continue being a 'brat', he won't hesitate to wring your neck — not too harshly, he still needs to keep you around.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

he thinks it's amusing. he forces you test his limits and wear skimpy clothes out and visit the dangerous places he's warned you about. he'll let you go out and 'have your fun' but he's stalking your every move — like you're his prey. he likes feeling jealous of the other people around you so he can 'reclaim' you back at home. (read N for what happens at home hehe)

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

you went too far with your 'teasing' one night and it ended in him strangling you with his tail again. you were seeing all black, your struggling limbs almost giving out on you. you genuinely thought you were going to succumb to the same demon again, but he eventually let go of you. it took you awhile to recover — laying on the floor, having a coughing fit and your vision still barely coming back. he stared down at you before letting out a satisfied "hmph." maybe you'll learn your lesson this time.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

believe it or not, he does imagine marriage with you. you, walking down the aisle in a beautiful wedding dress, towards him. he'll prepare a ring for you once you've settled down with him and stop fighting back. (he won't be doing any chores in the rs)

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

he stirs up his own feelings of jealousy so it's kind of his fault. he likes possessing you and claiming you as his. whether or not its by punishments or marking you physically. (should i make a nsfw continuation of this...?)

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

he loves the scent of you —stealing pieces of your clothing to smell and sleep with. he'll stick his nose as deep into your neck as he can to get the essence of you into his system. this is part of why he loves cuddling and napping with you too — holding you closely and wrapping his tail and limbs around you.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

he does get broody if you hang out around other people other than beel. anyone else from HoL, purgatory hall and especially diavolo and barbatos are completely off limits to you. before he started acted aggressively, he would defensively lurk around you to make sure no one got too affectionate with you. when you notice him, he has to clutch his shirt to stop his thumping heart from beating out of his chest. surely this means you appreciate his protection!

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

nope. he acts aggressively towards everyone but beel. everyone close to the brothers are aware of his hostility and have tried reasoning with him before but has basically given up. diavolo has tried restraining the youngest brother again but lucifer has promised to keep his violence at bay.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

oh... he's cruel. if he's lenient, he'll give you nightmares in your sleep. if you've been disobedient, good luck... he'll wrap his tail around your neck, giving it a tight squeeze — reminding you of your previous end. you never know if he'll actually take your life again — that's what's most scary. he knows how much it terrifies you but he's a demon baby, it's what they do.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

your health is constantly at risk after your body has had to endure multiple chokings but proper healthcare isn't available to you. the only medication you'll get is some ointment meant for demon burns.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

it depends on his mood. he's very unpredictable, with his patience levels fluctuating very often — making him all the more dangerous.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

he would be in a state of pure disbelief for months, hallucinating and dreaming versions of you. then, he'll move onto finding ways to bring you back or pray that you'll return back to him in hell. (we all goin to hell for even reading this bffr)

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

although he lets you roam around devildom somewhat freely, he'll never completely let go of you. you're his to keep and possess.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

being locked up in the attic created attachment issues in him. he finds a need to claim you and feel wanted by you. when you come running back to him, he feels euphoria — even if you're forced to.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

he feels uneasy, not knowing how to confront the situation directly so he uses the only method he knows. putting you to sleep is the easiest way for him to sedate you and calm you down. isolating yourself breaks his heart but he'll try his best to break your defensive stance and get you to come and cuddle to ease the tension away.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

(i'll skip this since i still dont't know the definition of a classic yandere TT)

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

if you could somehow find a way to possess a spell book, you could try finding a way to create a clone of you while the real you goes to find diavolo or barbatos. they have the authority and power to guard you from him and lock him back in that attic. lucifer will definitely be disappointed that he's failed to protect you again but you've had enough.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

yes. (read F and N)

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

he treasures whatever affection you spare him and he secretly worships the ground you walk on. he doesn't try to win you over because there is no one for him to compete for him the begin with! none of them can fight him if they're all six feet below ground.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

he could only stand watching you from afar for a few months before snapping. he couldn't go on any longer without you in his room, in his arms, under his control and claim.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

yes yes yes and yes. he doesn't care if you lose your mind, then you'll be even more susceptible to his manipulation. you'll be much more obedient and finally stop whining and struggling all the damn time!

[harveybwabbit92]

{After Akari, Zero, Taiga and Seven got sucked into a portal that sent them into a video game Pokemon.]

Zero, who is stuck in his human form: How much longer till we're at the next town?

Akari: I don't know... the paths were much shorter in the game. Also, I think we need beat another gym to progress through.

Taiga, also stuck in human form: Hey, ya think we'll find a Noibat on the way?

Akari: If this is the Kalos, Galar or Paldea region maybe?

Zero, petting his Froaky: Boy, if we're having this much trouble I can't imagine how dad must be fairing right now.

(meanwhile in Kanto at the Pewter Gym, Dan stands over a terrified Brock with Windom.)

Dan: Alright rock boy, I beat your little pets now gimme my badge...

Brock:....*hands over badge*

Dan, steppig out of the Gym: Good, now where'd those wimps wit' the big red Rs on their shirts go? They had a lot of nerve trying to rob me, but I'll teach them good when I find them...

{The terrified Team rocket grunts hold each other as Dan walks by the bushes they're hiding in.]

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Meanwhile Hikari calmly sits at his desk drinking a cup of tea while watching the family run around like headless chickens on his monitor. Now, He could help them get out.... Ah, screw it! He'll let them stew in it for while. That'll teach them for messing around with his stuff.

[rs-hawk]

Imagine sequel to this batb kids au fanfic:

https://www.tumblr.com/rs-hawk/762412449044496384/1991-disney-version-beauty-and-the-beast-au

After Maurice and belle heard what happened they decided to stay for the night,all looked calm and quiet at first but Adam really….REALLY can’t take it and hide himself in the west wing but belle decided to keep him company:Adam is acting like any child missing his dead parents and been scared of the dark so lumiere (the dad that stepped up) come with some no sentient candles to lighten up

I know you mentioned you might request/commission a sequel but this is such a cute idea

Maurice is, let’s just say, freaked out. He’s trying to find someone else to speak to. An actual adult. Hell, just an actual human. He does as the Prince asks though, and heads towards the kitchen. Meanwhile, Belle has completely cast out fear and begins petting Adam, to his extreme embarrassment. He swats at her, making her yank her hand back.

“You’re always so mean,” Belle pouts, folding her arms over her chest and looking away from him. Adam pins his ears against his head, plopping his head back on the floor, looking incredibly pitiful. Belle sighs, looking back over at him. “It’ll be okay. Father is getting Mrs. Potts right now.”

Adam nods, letting Belle put her hand on his head. For once, it feels comforting to have someone be close to him like this. He settles more against the rug he’s laying on, pawing at the ground, trying to understand his new body.

Chaos ensues. Maurice comes running in, holding a literal teapot. Belle looks at her father like he’s finally lost his mind, but then the pot blinks its eyes.

“Hello dears,” Mrs. Potts says, looking around the library.

Adam’s eyes widen, and Belle gasps. Maurice goes to speak, but Adam runs off on all fours, tearing through the library and running to his room. The storm outside has begun raging again, shaking the entire castle with the force of the thunder’s roar.

“It’s my fault. All my fault,” he growls, slamming his body agaisnt the wall as he trips on a carpet as he runs around a corner. He shakes his entire body before bounding up the stairs.

“Adam! Adam wait!” Belle shouts as she runs after him, unable to keep up his inhumane pace.

“Poor boy,” Lumiere says, making Belle pause and stare at him, her mouth slightly agape.

“Monsieur Lumiere?” She whispers, taking a step closer to the candle stick. She feels silly for asking, but would that really be the most strange thing to happen tonight?

“Belle, hello. Would you mind helping me to the Master’s quarters?” Lumiere asks, moving his candle stick arms uncertainly. “I haven’t quite figured out how to manage this body.”

Belle stares at him for several moments, her mind struggling to process what is going on. Then, she curls her fingers around his waist, carrying him with her up the stairs. Along the way, Lumiere, as always, is chatting and talking. Discussing how disappointed he can’t walk, and how he hopes that he can figure out some way to get around on his own because being carried would it a damper on his lifestyle. Belle looks at him confused, but nods along as Lumiere keeps talking, then directs her how to get to Adam’s room.

Once again the night has quieted down outside, but with the leftover clouds, the moon is being blocked out. There is not even a trace of moonlight filtering into the boy’s room. Adam is curled up on his bed, which he has already begin to tear to shreds.

“Oh Adam,” Belle says quietly as she sets Lumiere down so she can go sit beside Adam on his bed.

Adam tugs away from her, curling into a tighter ball. “Everything always happens to me!”

“Young Master, all will be alright,” Lumiere says softly. After a moment of fidgeting, his claps his hands together, and flames burst up from his candles on his hands and on his head.

Adam looks over at him, wiping his beastly eyes. He sniffles again, unballing himself slightly to look at him. “Thank you, Lumiere,” he says quietly.

Throughout the night, Belle and Adam talk about nothing important. Belle tells him about a new book she’s reading, and Lumiere figures out that he can hop around, so while Belle keeps Adam occupied with chatter, Lumiere scrounges up candles that are genuinely made of wax, and sets them up around the room, lighting them so the soft glow fills the room, comforting the young Prince as much as he can. As Lumiere lights the last candle, he looks over at the bed, and chuckles lowly. Both kids are curled up on the bed, fast asleep.

Maurice comes in a few moments later, sighing when he sees the scene. Mrs. Potts smiles gently.

“My my. Look at them. Maybe this will do Young Master some good after all.”

[rookie-lou]

Cars AU (humanized) Let’s call it: “Can’t Say Goodbye“

(TW, death, only temporary though)

Imagine a mix of Back to the Future and Cars. (With Back to the Future logic)

Lightning has been in Radiator Springs for a few years. Doc is the most important person to him and he can't imagine life without him.

He breaks down when Doc tells him after a doctor's visit that he only has a few months to live. Lung cancer. He was a heavy smoker. Lightning had always told him how bad it was that Doc didn't even try to quit. Doc always said he was too old. It's already too late. The doctor said for his case the smoking did affect his lungs.

Doc dies and that day a part of Lightning dies too. Lightning is at Doc‘s bedside during his last breath, holding his mentor’s hand.

Doc wrote him a letter shortly before he died. He gave him a record with a song.

Lightning can't bear it. Days go by and he isn't able to live at all.

He goes into Doc's garage and sees the Hornet they never drove. He cries and holds the letter to his chest while sitting in the car. He finds a small note in the envelope that he hadn't seen before.

"If anyone can persuade me, it's you. Smokey couldn't." There are instructions on the back. Hornet is a time machine that Doc had finished building to travel back in time and to prevent his accident. He had spent his whole life building it until Lightning came into his life. He finished it but he never used it. He didn't have to use it anymore. Lightning had completed his life.

Lightning doesn't believe it at first but then takes a ride with Hornet. The date from a few days before Doc's accident is saved in the car. Doc had saved it there.

Lightning goes back in time and can hardly believe it. Since he is still in Radiator Springs, he sees the old Radiator Springs in its heyday, Sheriff, and a few of the others who don't recognize him of course.

He sets off for Thomasville and arrives on the day of the accident. He is shocked to see Doc and Smokey young and he can't even show himself. He gets emotional as he sees his mentor alive.

He manages to prevent the accident from happening, and immediately drives back to the present so as not to be recognized but everything is different.

Doc never came to Radiator Springs. He became more famous and drove with Strip Weathers. There was no tiebreaker race because Lightning never became a racer in the big leagues. Small things had a big impact and he never came to RS, never met Sally or Mater or the others.

He's lonely.

He watches Doc‘s letter disappear in his hands.

He doesn't know what to do but then decides to travel back in time and sabotage the race. He didn't do it on purpose but it was too much. He watches his mentor die again.

He travels back again and has to be careful because he exists three times now. He manages it and Doc has the accident like he had in the normal story. Lightning stays in Thomasville, befriends Doc as he has to watch his mentor, who is exactly the same age as him, fight his way back to life after the accident. It’s hard to see that.

Doc started smoking after his accident. Now it’s Lightning’s mission to stop him and show him what’s really important, without preventing him from ever escaping to Radiator Springs.

Note: To be honest, I kind of feel like writing that, but I always said Doc never dies in my stories. It would have a happy ending though, so technically…

But I think it would destroy me if I wrote this story.

I’m also not good with time travel stuff. Like, if Doc in that one timeline never built the time machine… wouldn’t it disappear too and Lightning can’t go back again? Or am I now completely wrong, lol.

Also, Doc - Doc, Monty - Marty, McQueen - McFly.

Put Marty in a red suit and I’m convinced it’s McQueen.

Also, tell me what you think.

[haleyhalcyon]

I am trans, not “q***r”—fuck you, deal with it

As an English–Japanese bilingual bisexual woman with generally liberal views and sex dysphoria, my existence is constantly erased by the Q-slur. Here are three reasons why.

As “re”-claimed by extremists

The arguments made by modern-day self-proclaimed Q-slurs operates on the tacit implication that LGBT itself is abnormal. They believe that being LGBT is inherently unnatural and incompatible with society, ergo they have to destroy and rebuild society from scratch. I will never agree with that, because that is a radical, auto-exclusionary extremism that q***rs (= ruins) past and present LGBT rights activism.

Back in the days when same-sex marriage wasn’t federally legal in the US, the prevailing claim was that a same-sex couple can foster the same love, bond, marriage, and family as opposite-sex couples can. Or in a three-word slogan, “Love is love”. This campaign worked from the assumption that they wish to participate in human society, and pointed out an unfairness that they wished to correct.

In fact, before 2014, the arguments for trans rights activism was much the same—that we wish to participate in society as the men or women we are by the sex of our brain, even if the rest of my body had the opposite sex, and to that end, we wish to access resources like official ID changes, medical assistance, and other logistical compromises.

As the stark opposite, Q-slur thought abhors the very concept of normalcy. Married gay husbands and lesbian wives are accused of “being complicit in the oppressive engine of the cis-hetero-patriarchy”. Bi people with an opposite-sex significant other are accused of “oppressing the world with compulsory heterosexuality”. Transsexuals—the dysphoric ones with a medical need to transition, which was the original meaning of “trans”—are shunned for transitioning, mislabeled as “trying to conform to cisnormativity and exclusionary bigots gatekeeping transness”. To Q-slurs, unless you are actively, disruptively abnormal 24/7, you are disqualified from being LGBT“Q”.

Speaking of, since when did the Q get tacked on after LGBT? Q***rness invalidates the natural, sociable state of most LGBT people, and forces them to victimize themselves; who let them be the umbrella term for LGBT? Q***rism is a political extremism that colonized LGBT spaces and advocacy. Being q***r-friendly and being LGBT-friendly are mutually exclusive.

The true pedophilic history of the Q-slur

At its core, the word “q***r” means “odd, abnormal”, as Robert Frost wrote in Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening that the little horse must have thought about stopping without a farmhouse near. In other words, the word itself has the meaning that whatever it refers to is unacceptable, repulsive, deplorable.

How did “q***r” come to mean “LGBT” anyway? To answer that, we must discuss q***r theory. Q***r theory is a postmodernist school of thought that tries to break apart all societal norms surrounding “normal sexual expression”. Outrageously, all notable q***r theorist writers were pedophiles or their defenders. The origin of “q***r” to refer to sexual minorities validates pedophiles as a sexual minority.

Michel Foucault, in his essay that later would become the foundation of q***r theory, wrote about pedophilia and homosexuality in the same chapter without distinction. Furthermore, he signed a petition to remove all age-of-consent laws in France; the same petition was also signed by Jean-Paul Sartre, the playwright of No Exit.

Judith Butler, a central figure in q***r theory, said in an interview that “q***r means [...] not following in a straight line [...] a developmental model of sexuality or gender or the transition from childhood to adult”, and wrote that “Applying q***r methods of analysis to studies of childhood can help to q***r the rhetoric of innocence that constrains all children.” Would YOU trust anyone who says that they want to bend to their submission “the rhetoric of innocence that cotstrains all children”?

Other q***r-theorist writers like Pat Califia and Gayle Rubin were pedophiles or pedophile defenders. Califia suported child pornography and argued for pedophilia in No Minor Issues. Rubin lamented how “boylovers are so stigmatized” and how they cannot find anyone to defend their dangerous perversion, misclassified as “civil liberties” in Talking Sex.

If anyone knows all of this and still calls themselves or others the Q-slur, I cannot help but consider them a threat to children.

A slur is a slur, no matter who receives it

A common rebuttal I hear from self-proclaimed q***rs is “What harm does it do YOU if I call MYSELF q***r?”. Stated plainly, the thought and existence that the Q-slur stands for threatens my thought and existence.

As we no doubt know, “q***r” as we know it got its start as a slur against gay people. It was a label intended for extinguishing homosexuals as abnormal. And in fact, the Q-slur continues to be a slur to this day. No matter who gets the brunt of the slur, I cannot feel comfortable being around people who throws around slurs with reckless disregard, especially a slur that targets people like me.

That is in addition to the aforementioned reasons for which the Q-slur threatens my existence and delegitimizes my identity, that make me feel unsafe around those who call themselves the Q-slur. Because I have the wish to be seen, live, and be treated as a normal woman, besides my sex being male, I find it abhorrent that I must be irradiated by the extremist thought that says “you’re alien, broken, socially unacceptable for the way you are, just like I am”.

In conclusion

This has been a hell of an essay, but this is only the tip of the iceberg of how much I detest and abhor the Q-slur and all it stands for. I cannot count the number of times that I have felt unsafe and erased when an event calls itself “LGBTQ” or “q***r”. I cannot survive in a community or world colonized by an extremist and antisocial ideology like q***rness. If people still want to be q***r, despite these caveats, they can feel free to get out of the LGBT community and form their own community unrelated to it. I request the Q-slur suppoters to stop colonizing our communities and q***ring (= ruining) our efforts and progress.

Don’t assume that every one of us is q***r.

[forever-eternal]

ok- we're having a convo in dms but this is off track of that so I'm submitting it into your inbox

I had thoughts about Thomas.

so in the RS AU, you said his human dad was a doctor and even though Imm talking about reg AU, his dad is still a doctor

so I was thinking "what if he started getting left alone as he got older" because his human mom died when he was relatively young due to a disease and his dad starts getting busier as a doctor because of outbreaks, and so he's left alone. His dad does end up remarrying eventually, but his new wife doesn't like Thomas because he's "off" and so she always takes his step siblings out but never him

what I'm trying to say is I want to give Thomas abandonment issues if you'll let me do that

I agree 💯💯 because that means he feels even worse when getting captured by Britain, cause now he feels like he abandoned his youngest daughter when she still needed him :)

[thegoodthebadthealternative]

The Good, The Bad, and The Alternative: a homestuck fanfic. Chapter 38, an excerpt.

RS: Perfect opportunityy to taste him

jeez ram im not sure howw fast i should movve i dont wwant to scare him away wwith too much passion i mean, sure, he already knowws howw uh howw much of me wwants my mouth on his skin but i dont wwant him to think ill actually try to eat him i knoww you dont like libel trash about vvamps but i feel like edwward cullen "And so the lion fell in lovve wwith the lamb"... "wwhat a sick, masochistic lion”

RS: Eri, dont let a dead mormon run yyour life RS: Those books are trash for a reason RS: YYou're not a lion RS: I'd sayy yyou're more like a wolf RS: There's no real difference between a wolf and a dog, it's just about presentation RS: If he's as into yyou as it sounds, it shouldn't take too long for him to be beggin for those teeth to be as close to him as possible RS: Sheep know to respect the wolf who guards them from the wild things that stalk them from the shadows RS: Soon the world will understand which of us ought to be runnin things RS: That will be a very scaryy time for humans RS: He'll be grateful for yyou RS: YYou'll be in the unique position of stakin a claim on him RS: Protecting him RS: Especiallyy from those who will look at him and see a Hunter full grown and oaths sworn, rather than a boyy with unfortunate relatives RS: Our teeth do more than simplyy secure our position at the top of the food chain, yyou know RS: When yyou live in a mixed species societyy, the impression yyour teeth can leave with others isn't limited to rending flesh and crushing bone RS: Theyy also mark what's ours, and tell the world what weapons theyy'll be facing if theyy touch our propertyy, Do yyou understand?

wwoww thats really intense i wwouldntvve thought of it like that

RS: Luckyy for yyou i spend a lot of time meeting people RS: YYou might not be thinkin of it like that, but others will RS: Especiallyy in this area, with such a high predator population RS: Theyy don't want a second Hunter in their city RS: I doubt theyy reallyy want the one theyy have RS: With Dave on the cusp of manhood, some are becoming restless RS: So if yyou're serious about him, yyou should be prepared to defend yyour claim RS: It might save him some unfortunate run-ins in the future

Curious to get some context for Eridan's conversation? come read Chapter 38: Our Friends (Part 2) and find out more!

[helluvascribe]

"Choose My Own Adventure" fun project for @tallest-marij @theadhddimsenion if you ever get bored. Choose your options and I'll write the scenarios after I finish the post Ghostf***rs stories.

I'm on the final scene for Rolando vs Blitzo part 2.

ASKOL Part 3 - HelluvaScribe has made it to the Pride Ring after enduring all the AU Sins, torn in the middle between Lucifer and Leviathan. Lucifer knows I used to be a human, therefore I should be a Sinner in Pride. But Leviathan still wants to use me to get revenge on the sky gods who banished him. And Rolando doesn’t want to let me go. Having met Charlie and the Hazbins, I want to help inspire hope that everyone who truly deserves a second chance can be redeemed. But most of all, I want to return back to the real world.

First I say…

A. “I am (real name revealed)”

B. “I am (name not revealed)”

“HelluvaScribe, it’s time to choose your fate…”

A. Lucifer: “(real name) you are a Sinner by my power.”

B. Rolando: “You know you’re mine, little one.”

C. Emily, Abel, and Sir Pentious: “Welcome to Heaven!”

D. Roo: (Surprise attack!)

E. Me: “Screw this: I want to go home!”

If you choose Lucifer “A” …

I morph from my infestor form to a new Sinner form. Rolando: “When I come back for you, dear one, you’ll wish you had chosen to stay with me!”

Next…

A. Evil Lucifer: “Follow my orders now…”

(I become a Sinner slave under Lucifer) (END)

B. Charlie: “Hurry, get back to the hotel!”

(I join the Hazbin crew, becoming a hero and helping to redeem Sinners.)

1 Head to Hazbin Hotel S1

2 Head to Hazbin Hotel S2

Before the final battle, Rolando returns again with an angelic knife! Rolando: “Last chance to join me.”

A. Rolando: “Sweet dreams little one” (kills me and I end up back in real life or inside Roo)

B. Rolando: “Let me in…” (Possesses me and the characters have to work together to free me and overcome their fears)

C. Me: “I’m not scared of you!” (kills Rolando, finally free, and helps Charlie

D. Vaggie: “Not so fast, bitch!” (attacks Rolando and saves me.)

If you choose Rolando “B” …

Rolando takes me back to Envy and erases my memories of being human in many lives, effectively turning me into his evil partner-in-crime. While talking to Roo, Leviathan’s sigil on me disappears, and he owns me completely. Rolando, F.I.S.H. and I then begin an infestation on the human world…and on canon I.M.P.!

If you choose Emily, Abel, etc. “C”…

Emily, Abel and Sir Pentious take me to Heaven to enjoy a new life. Rolando gets disintegrated by the heavenly light and love energy. Eventually, I get bored and lonely, knowing that my soul was made to evolve and learn and explore new worlds.

But before I can return home, Roo begins her attacks in Hell and on the hotel! Time to rejoin the Hazbins!

If you choose Roo “D” …

Roo gets to me before everyone else and has her own plans for me…

If you choose Me “E”…

I say my real name and my spirit guides arrive. “You can now return to the real world, back to the way it was before, no memories of the events you endured.”

I feel a bite and something going inside me, but Queen Leviathan devours the Rolando pest. Back in my world, I think everything is fine…

(Begin “Rolando’s New Mother” arc)

To my horror, a new Rolando is growing inside me, making me negative and mean to others. No one can figure out my strange pregnancy. My pleas for exorcists go unheard. My spirit guides try to help, telling me to expel Rolando mentally by doing shadow work, healing my traumas and merging with Source…normally gradually but I have to go through all my other lives fast before he’s born and tries to infest my world and all the others.

“That’s unfortunate…”

Early death kills me and Rolando. I head over to the afterlife for my life review and prepare to reincarnate on Earth. (END)

“The baby’s coming…too soon!”

My traumas overcome me and baby Rolando is born. He soon can morph back into his regular form. Rolando: “I was your daddy in Hell; ready to be my mama?”

“I am an immortal soul! I AM!”

My pure thoughts and my spirit guides and angel’s healing repairs my soul. I stand triumphant over Rolando, I bellow: “I LOVE YOU!”  the love energy that blasts Rolando into nonexistence once and for all. Now fully myself again, I watch Hazbin Hotel…only to find myself in front of Sinner Adam and Roo. “Oh fuck, not again…!”

[ahgasegotarmy116]

would you mind writing a short drabble of when father-in-law JK convinced oc to have a son? would be interesting to see how he convinced her, and maybe a small smut part of them making the son? you don't have to, if you don't want to. ✨️🙈

You sent this ask so long ago I'm so so so sorry 😞 I have some smut coming up soon in some other asks so keep an eye out for those but in the meantime here is a little look into how that conversation went.

~~~~

"No" I say, storming out of Jungkook's office. "Do you really think you can afford to say no to me Angel?" he says sauntering after me without a care in the world. 

"I agreed to give you an heir. One. There is no reason as to why you need a second one" I say throwing up what I hate to admit is a weak defense at best. I stop after I've gained some space to breathe and face him, knowing that running away is ultimately useless and wait for whatever bullshit he's about to throw at me. 

"Yes and I'm very proud of you for doing that for us but I want someone to carry on the Jeon family name. Sure our daughter is the one who has a right to the company but I don't want the Jeon line to die with your husband. I'm sure that's something even you can understand Princess" he taunts placing a finger under my chin, angling it up towards him.

"Jungkook I can't" I say through gritted teeth. "I can't keep doing this to him. This isn't right" I say, pleading with him to find some shred of humanity left in him. "Hasn't she been asking for a sibling though? She's always asking if she can have a new baby brother or baby sister and I know your husband wants another one as well. Trust me, this is the right decision for everyone. Let's try for another one Angel. Hm?" he asks, acting as if I had any say in the matter. 

If I want to keep the image of the perfect family on the outside I have to dance with the devil behind closed doors. That's all this game has become, I try to fight and run away but know full well there's no way of escaping this without our whole lives imploding. 

Everyone gets hurt, so might as well keep the pain to a minimum. Or at least that's what he tells me. 

"It's okay, no one will know. Just tell him you want to try for another one and the two of us will make sure that his efforts won't go to waste" he whispers in my ear sending a wave of heat to my cheeks.

No matter how much I hate him my body can't help but fall prey to his charms. 

Every. Damn. Time.  

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[warmglowofsurvival]

RS: The last time you played in the UK, we made a video piece where we asked your fans waiting in line about what the band has meant to them. So, as we wrap up this retrospective conversation, let’s finish on that same question – what does Twenty One Pilots mean to you?

JOSH: Well, it’s changed my life. I remember very early on, maybe even before Tyler and I played music together, having a conversation about music and what it is and what it means. Throughout the course of our lives, we’ve both experienced the journeys of what the human brain can do to you. It’s not always an easy road every day. I think Tyler and I both really took a lot from music to help with that, and having a conversation where we said ‘man, if we could make and put out music that helped one person through life, dealing with difficult times, that would feel worth it’. And it’s gone beyond that. 12 years into being a band, there’s a line of people outside of the shows. Seeing and noticing and not taking that for granted, and hearing stories of how it has impacted people positively, that’s what Twenty One Pilots is to me.

TYLER: It’s hard to make your dreams come true. But it’s not as far away as some people think. I think that what Twenty One Pilots has taught me and what it means to me is that when you are passionate about what you do, and you try to pair that with a confidence that what you’re doing is good, that goes so much further than actually having all the talent in the world or all the connections in the world or all the knowledge – all these things that get in the way of feeling like you can go do it. I remember when I first thought ‘I want to write songs, I want to play shows’, I’d be rubbing shoulders with people even in a local scene in Columbus, Ohio that knew so much more than me about gear and about songwriting, who were better at their instrument, knew more people in the industry, had more connections. It was this moment where I felt like I just wanted to quit. There’s no way I could catch up, I gotta learn all this, I got to meet all these people. Something in us said ‘No, you don’t need to figure all that out, just keep going’. Now I look around at something I want to do or understand or create or become and because of Twenty One Pilots, I now realise all of those walls that are in between me and becoming that thing, they’re just made of nothing. But you can still see them, and you feel like you can’t break through that wall. But really, you’ve got to just casually walk through them. It’s not that far away. I don’t know if that makes sense. But I’ve seen it in other ways. Now that I’m a dad, wanting to instil a passion or a purpose in a small child. What are they like? What do they want to become? What are they going to dream up to be? And not only just for me, but for them to see the story of Twenty One Pilots is something that should encourage them that yes, you can do that. I guess not to be too dramatic about it, but there’s no reason on paper why this should have worked. If you’re writing down on paper all the reasons why you think your dreams aren’t going to exist, then you’re looking at the wrong thing, because that’s actually not as big of a hurdle to clear.

[dearweirdme]

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Sorry, Rain, but I think you are trying to be political here (which I understand) when we do have footage of JK being uncomfortable with Jimin behavior a few times. I dont think people should attack Jimin because of that. It's Jkk rs to deal with, but let's also not pretend it didn't happen.

Hi anon!

Ah, I agree! I was missing quite a bit of nuance here. I mean, I do not only get defensive when it comes to Jk and Tae 😅 (and I’m also currently at work.. and in my haste I don’t always think things through).

The comments under that post are very insightful. And I’ll add that uncomfortable feelings are common in our lives. I feel uncomfortable when people get too close.. and like Jk.. I pull back or step away. That doesn’t mean that the person getting close has bad behavior though.. it just means that it doesn’t suit my personal preference. Basically, I have a reaction when someone does something I don’t want them to do. I think that’s normal and it happens a lot. As humans we are constantly in a balancing act with each other. We hurt our friends when our jokes are too harsh, our siblings can be brutal… all in all though.. we are very capable of dealing with all that, because most of time we know that the person doing the overstepping actually loves us and doesn’t mean to harm us, but rather is misjudging the moment. That is how I see Jm and Jk when Jk pulls back. Jk knows that Jm means no harm, so he just lets him know and it’s fine.

Pushing boundaries is such a nuanced topic and the relationship you have with the person pushing those boundaries makes all the difference. By no means should a stranger push boundaries, by no means should boundaries be constantly pushed and not accepted, by no means should only one person be allowed to have boundaries.. you catch my drift. But I think in Jk and Jm’s case it is pretty clear that Jm has no ill intentions, and Jk’s reaction to him is one of friendship.

What is comfortable to one isn’t always comfortable to another.

[celiastjamesoscar]

OMG A GRACE FIC!! MY LIFE IS COMPLETE AGAIN! I just came home from the concert and it was amazing but during it I saw that you posted and since then I was more excited for your story! Let's go girls!

If Wednesday Addams is willing to put up with loud music and a crowd of people for you then congratulations, you will get married. That's some serious dedication and love from Wednesdays side. R is the perfect mix of Wednesday herself and her polar opposite. She can keep up with Wednesdays unique personality while also bringing her out of her comfort zone a bit. Wednesday has never experienced being in love herself and since she desperately tries to avoid becoming like her parents, she's closing herself off from developing feelings. That is why she chose to have this friends with benefits situation. Though late night kisses and walks together sure is very much like dating. Wednesday just needs a bit more time/a slight push until she realizes that she's indeed in love.

Aww, Wednesday wants R to die a slow and gory death so that she will never forget that beauty. In Wednesdays world this is the most romantic thing ever!!

Enid is the best!! She's saying it like it is. And, aside from R, she's the only one who gets away with talking to Wednesday like she does.

AAAAH THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE!! MOVE ASIDE WEDNESDAY, I WILL MARRY R!!

Damn. Wednesday kinda made the relationship official already. With the walks together, the exclusivity and now the necklace with her initial. That's her way of claiming R and starting a relationship. She already cares so much about R and needs to have her in her life. Shes already being affectionate towards R. Wednesday is just a bit hesitant to make it official because she can't verbally express her true feelings. So she's doing it via different actions and her own special wording. Others may find it weird but if you truly know and understand Wednesday then it's clear that she loves R.

Lol R is the key to proving that Wednesday also feels "normal" human emotions. I love it. But don't we all have anger and homicidal thoughts? Look at Stinky and Sam. We still love them, so just be yourself Wednesday and make this relationship official already!

The banter between R and Wednesday is perfect!! It's so funny but still so Wednesday like. Poor girl is trying her best to keep her true feelings hidden and R is just enjoying the ride.

LOL NOT R CRUSHING ON MORTICIA!! Same though. I love Rs confidence and her ability to not only flustered Wednesday but also outsmart her with her remarks and wit.

“We are not in a romantic relationship at all. We are just two acquaintances who engage in romantic activities from time to time" Okay Miss Girl, that is literally the definition of a couple but go off I guess.

OMG THE ENDING!!! Wednesday can't VERBALLY admit her love just yet be she sure can write it!! I love it!

God, I really missed you writing for Wednesday. Every time I'm blown away by your wording and the way you manage to perfectly capture the atmosphere/overall mood of Wednesday. It's like you had a part in writing an episode of the show because this story feels just the same.

Wednesday Addams is many things, and that includes being a simp. It runs in her blood. R is just like Wednesday in a sense, and that terrifies Wednesday, but she can’t help but be drawn to R. Wednesday will definitely be getting that small push to chase after R, but that won’t happen for a little while; shes a stubborn woman

Wednesday as such a way with words, doesn’t she? She’s so charming in the most macabre way

Enid is about to be the best wingwoman we have ever seen. Just give her a kit of pastels and some Seventeen tickets and she will have Wednesday and R together by the end of the week

Wednesday has yet to see the Flanagan verse, but she will soon fall in more love with R once she does

The necklace is my favorite detail about the dynamic between Wednesday and R: it’s a silent way of Wednesday showing her affection without having to verbally admit her feelings. Just wait for the family breakfast when Morticia sees the necklace 😼

Wednesday knows that she has a soft spot for R, and that makes her feel things she shouldn’t, like normal emotions. We will get to see more of their interactions when Wednesday wants to engage in her murderous behavior

R’s whole mindset is, “I’m going to annoy you until you either kill me or marry me. I’m fine with whichever option.”

WHO WOULDNT CRUSH ON MORTICIA?!?! I have had the fattest crush on Catherine Zeta-Jones since ‘The Mask of Zorro’ and I am projecting onto R a little bit. R is definitely going to purposely make Wednesday jealous throughout this series, so buckle up!

Wednesday is a bit confused when it comes to relationships, but she will figure it out

Just wait for the angst that’s going to come because of that ending…

I’ve also missed writing for Wednesday!! She’s probably my favorite to write for because she’s been a character I have followed since I was knee high to a grasshopper. Tom Burton needs to make Wednesday a woman kisser or I might actually go insane