#she said as if she's going to commit to this I'm NOT COMMITTING TO IT GUYS PLEASE DON'T ENCOURAGE ME

[muxshwriting]

revelation

charles leclerc x reader

summary: it could never work again. could it? you don't know unless you try || warnings: mental health, angst, fluff || word count: 895 || masterlist

part one to this: doomsday

REQUEST: hii! i loved doomsday!!! would you consider a part 2?

You stayed at the hospital until Pascale arrived, gently excusing yourself. You can't escape the fearsome hug Pascale pulls you into, whispering how grateful she was that you had come at all and how she missed your weekly coffee dates. The woman had been so kind to you during your relationship with Charles, meeting you every week for a girls day where you could forget how rocky things had become.

Charles was discharged a day later, a little quieter, a little more strained, Pascale had texted you. You hadn't asked her to but were thankful for the update, the knowledge that he was doing better.

One of the F1 gossip columns had gotten a picture of Charles leaving the hospital, scarf wrapped tightly around his neck, hands shoved deep into pockets and eyes tired. The discourse online all seemed to be as worried about Charles as you had been, finally seeing what you had said for months. But you didn't feel vindictive, or proud. It was simply sad.

Weeks passed without a call, without a text, without an update. You weren't sure what you were expecting, a thanks for coming to the hospital that you weren't entitled to. Maybe it didn't matter. You hadn't come back for him, you went because part of you always would have and because if you didn't, who would?

Then there's one night, without warning, where the doorbell of your apartment rings. You're not expecting anyone but having friends drop by isn't unheard of. You open the door just a fraction and it's Charles standing there, soaked to the core.

It's been raining, his hair sticking to his forehead like in all the movies. But his eyes, they look far more miserbale than you'd ever seen them.

"Charles?"

"I shouldn't be here." He says quickly. "I know I shouldn't be here but can you hear me out? Please?"

For a moment you think about saying no, shutting the door, being sane and moving on entirely, not being dragged back to that part of your life. But instead, you take one look at Charles and step aside, "Come in, I don't want you to get pneumonia."

He walks in silently, water dripping from his coat. He glances around the living room like it's a stranger to him, like it wasn't once half his. He notices the empty vase on the sidebard where flowers from him always used to stand. Now it collected dust and just looked sad.

You bustle through the closet in your bedroom, coming back with a towel for Charles that he doesn't immediately use. It's clutched in his hands, knuckles turining white when he rfinally wipes his face from rain.

"I lost you because I was trying not to lose everything else." He finally says, voice low and quiet. "In the end I just lost everything."

You wait for him to keep going, seeing the desire on his face.

Charles looked down at the towel, then back up at you. "I stepped away." His voice shook slightly. "After the hospital, I… I pulled out of every media commitment. I stopped doing double training sessions. I fought the team when they tried to push. I started seeing someone. A doctor." He forced a small, almost broken laugh. "For therapy. For everything."

You blinked, stunned by the admission.

"I didn’t know how to stop," he said. "Until you left. And then it all caught up to me. And I realized… I was doing it for the wrong reasons. Not because I loved it. Because I thought I had to earn it every second. Prove I was worth something."

The tears burning in your eyes weren’t fair, you decided. They weren’t fair at all.

"I'm not asking for forgiveness," His voice cracked slightly. "I don't ever expect that but I owe you the fact that I'm trying to be better. I'm trying to be the man you saw in me."

You exhaled slowly. A shaky breath that sounded too much like relief. "I never wanted you to change who you were, Char," you whispered. "I just wanted you to live."

The room was so silent you could pick out the individual raindrops hitting the glass windows. You stare at the man in front of you, the broken but beautiful boy who had finally seen what you'd been begging him to see for so long.

You reach forward to wipe a raindrop from his cheek, or is it a tear? He leans into your touch like he hasn't felt touch for years, like a man starved.

"What if we try something new?" You ask tentatively and see him perk up. "We can't go back, so we make something else, something better?"

He nods, quickly, desperately, "Anything. Anything you'll give me. And I'll give you every-"

"No." The remark is short and sharp and you see Charles recoil slightly. "You don't have to give me everything, just give me you. Keep everything for yourself."

He swallows, hard. "We figure it out. Together."

"We start slow, we see where it goes."

For the first time in a while, Charles smiles. Then, through the cracks, soft and a little tired, you smile too.

Maybe the love you share wasn't about saving someone, but choosing them again once they learned to save themselves. And this time, no one would need saving, so you could just choose.

feel free to send in a request xx

[sugarydani]

PAST IS PAST (part II) — /S.Reid/ & /R. Chase/

SUMMARY: when your ex, Robert Chase, and House's team, is brought in to consult on a case, old feelings start to surface. Caught between Chase's flirting and Reid's quiet affection, you find yourself caught between a love triangle, and a choice that you have to make.

spencer x psych!bau!reader x chase ⸝⸝ fluff & slight angst ⸝⸝ co-workers to lovers

WARNINGS: reader has attachment and commitment issues! wow!!, house being sassy as always (i cant tell if i made him too sassy), past!ppth!reader x chase, present!psych!bau!reader x spencer. Wow house prefers reid!!! And yay!!! reader finally toughens up and finally chooses!

WC: 1.4k+

Chase stood near the board, his arms were crossed and his posture's relaxed. His presence pulled at something deep inside your chest.

On the opposite side of the room was Spencer, who was flipping through the autopsy report like it didn't burn to watch your past, Chase, linger so close to you now.

"Alright." You clasped your hands together as you stood up, "We need to connect these symptoms to something, there might be an environmental trigger to this so I'll go to Garcia and speak to her about pulling relevant data—"

"I can help." Chase offers, stepping away from the evidence board to go to you.

"I'll help her." Spencer cut in, too fast, and maybe too sharp. His voice snapped across the room.

Chase blinked in surprise, as House tilted his head "Oh, good. A territorial standoff." Foreman just clicked his tongue at House's remark.

"House, shut up." Foreman cut in, clearly tired from House's antics but he knew him. He wouldn't stop even after being told so, so he just gave up immediately.

"I-I mean she's asking for support from Garcia, it's only logical if I help her since I am her co-worker after all." Spencer said.

Chase just raised his hands in surrender, "Alright then, also for your information, I wasn't trying to step on toes."

"More like he steps on hearts." House said, which earns him a glare from Chase.

"House," Cameron warned. "Can you not?"

"I can always not, I just choose not to." House's gaze then flicked on you.

You sigh as you stood abruptly, "I'll work with Garcia, Spencer, I'll catch up with you later." It took a few seconds for Spencer to look at you (finally) and replying with an 'Okay' before he walks out.

Chase steps forward, his arms crossed and standing next to you. "So.. You and Reid?"

You chuckled as you grabbed all necessary files. "He's a colleague."

"You know that's not what I meant." Chase then looks at you, the others were just minding their own business but House stares at the two of you with interest. Knowing you probably won't have privacy with this man around, you accept your fate of him potentially using this as blackmail.

"Right." Your breath hitched.

"Listen, I'm not trying to undo anything." He added, he tried to explain but nothing came out of his mouth.

"Chase." you said quietly. "You did enough already." You turn your back against him and walk out of the briefing room to talk to Garcia.

Chase looked like he wanted to say more, but House butts in before he could. "You know, Chase, I always pegged you as smarter than this."

"What?" Chase turned to him.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm not judging. I’m just saying…" House’s voice dropped an octave, "sometimes people don’t realize how badly they needed something until someone else starts taking care of it better." He shrugged.

Chase raised an eyebrow, "Are you saying this is my fault?"

"No," House clicks his tongue before he continues "what I'm saying is that you didn't tell her to stay after she told you she was going to the FBI, nor did you contact her after that. That's an ass move by the way. Way to go Aussie."

"She was chasing her dreams?" Chase responded defensively.

"She was willing to find a solution to still have you." House rolled his eyes. "But oh well, past is past isn't it?"

After your online adventuring with Penelope, trying to figure out ways to find anyone who has had a science background you sat yourself at your desk at the bullpen. Without knowing Penelope was following you.

Penelope grabbed the nearest chair and sat next to you, you look at Penelope with confusion as she says, "You're doing it again."

You blinked at her, confusion still in your eyes, "Doing what?"

"Thinking so hard to the point you're practically giving yourself a stroke, maybe over two men."

you huffed a soft laugh, as you shifted yourself in a comfortable position in your chair. "I'm fine, Pen."

"No, you're not." She leans forward to you. "You're stuck between what was and what could be. And darling, I love you, which is why I cannot standby and watch you self-destruct!" she whispered loudly to you, her hands found its way to yours, holding your hands tightly.

You opened your mouth to protest before Penelope's hand let go of your hand and held it in front of your mouth. "I know what your deal is, hell it's so obvious! Chase is history. He's good, warm and has familiar history. And you?" She gives you a small smile before continuing, "Babe, I know you, you've never been one to choose safe."

You exhale softly, her words sinking deep into you as you listened. "And Spencer? He looks at you like he's reading a mystery that he doesn't want to finish, He waits for you. He always has."

"So, you think I should choose Spencer..?" Your eyes then landed on your cup of coffee before your eyes landed back to Penelope to speak. "I think I already knew who to pick. I just didn't want to hurt anyone. Especially Chase." She squeezes your hand before she opens her mouth to speak again.

"Loving someone isn't hurting someone. But not loving the right one back? That hurts everyone babe."

You look at Spencer at the kitchenette, who was preparing his coffee, Garcia gave you the 'Do it' and a thumbs up signal before you sighed and made your way to Spencer.

"Hey." You said, Spencer looked behind him, noticing you, before grabbing his cup of coffee. "I talked to Garcia."

"Any suspects yet?" He looks at you as he took a sio of his coffee.

"Uhm, not yet, but... That's not why I'm here." You pursed your lips before continuing, "Look, I'm sorry. About me and Chase. I'm sorry for not telling you."

"I didn't realize how much I was holding on to what Chase and I used to be. I told myself I could choose between you and him. But that's not fair. To you. I knew that, but.." you paused, he looks at you with a hint of hope in his eyes. "I was afraid of letting go. But now.."

"I realized that I should let go of what I used to have. And I don't wanna keep hesitating." you whispered as you continued, "Chase reminded me of who I was. But you.. You remind me of who I want to be.. I don't feel lost when I'm around you."

Spencer didn't say anything right away, he put his mug on the counter before speaking, "I've been falling, or I've fallen in love with you for a while now." He purses his lips before setting his hands in his pockets.

You smiled at Spencer, your voice thick with emotion "Took you long enough to say it."

"Why're you smiling at me like that?" He asks as your hand landed on his cheek.

"Nothing." You chuckle before he smiled back at you. You then decide to go back to your desk to tell Penelope everything.

Later, after an endless day filled stress, you lingered by the window in the briefing room, admiring the view of the city lights. Behind you, was House who leaned against the wall, with the support of his cane too, with a small satisfied smirk plastered on his face.

"Well," he drawled, "that's one less emotionally repressed genius wasting potential, you're welcome."

You looked at him with your eyebrow raised, "You had nothing to do with this." you chuckled as you joked around with him.

"Actually I inspired clarity with my fantastic insights. You're welcome again." He then gestured to the door. "Now, go. Your boy genius is probably somewhere trying to calculate the square root of his BPM" He says before he limps his way out with his cane. You roll your eyes as you head out, closing the door behind you and making your way to Spencer.

"Let's go, I'm tired." You sigh, before continuing, "You mind if I crash in your place for tonight? I don't feel like driving too far." You ask as you dig out your car keys from your pocket.

Spencer looks at you like he's never been in love before, before he agrees with a nod and he puts his hand on your shoulder.

Chase just looks at the two of you with a smile, with House beside him. "So, Aussie, what will you do now? Will you become a brooding mysterious man?" He looks at Chase.

Chase just rolls his eyes as he dug his hands inside his pockets, "Whatever, just as long she's happy, I'm alright. I'll move on eventually." House hummed at him before they walk out of the bullpen, to wait and take the elevator.

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[gotta-bail-my-quails]

crack (kinda?) theory: E-Soul's a cop and that's why he shot Moon

Preface: This is all entirely speculation. I could be wrong. I am a delusional mf so I need to say whatever's on my mind lmao

This episode we were introduced to the "clean-up" specialists with Blankster being able to induce amnesia with his punches. It's interesting, then, that E-Soul's PV has him standing in front of what is seemingly a memorial. A testament to never forget--we are then taken through a flashback of what seems to be a previous E-Soul's experience (considering the designs are different + the "past" E-Soul appears to have like, actual limbs). One of the few lines he has in the PV is this:

"You're a hero! Have you forgotten!"

Sure, that could be a mistranslation or a mere coincidence, but I'd like to suggest that E-Soul works along the same lines as the "clean-up" specialists--an agent of the association. Only, while they erase the traces of others, he is the one who must always remember. As they say, those who forget history are doomed to repeat it. And the history he remembers is one of unchecked heroes, abusing their powers. Specifically, he says that heroes "are those who bear the trust of the people" but :

"we pay the price that comes along." While I think this is obviously connected to the detrimental side effects of powers like Firm Man being unable to squat and Nice's OCD, what if it suggests that there needs to be a balance so that heroes do not abuse their powers? (if the side effects are on purpose though that'd be fucked). Or, rather, that heroes need to recall what their powers are for--to help people. After all, this episode we've had Miss J explicitly say heroes are nothing without their followers--yes, in the sense of the faith system--but also because heroes are there for the sake of their people.

So, why did he choose to kill Moon? What crime did our girlie commit by literally just existing? I think we need to ask a few other questions to get to the heart of that.

How and why did he get to the island at the same time Lin Ling did? Lin Ling is visibly healed when he comes to Moon--E soul had plenty of time to come and kill her before this. Although as far as I can tell, people don't seem to know Moon is (was) alive after the battle with Godeye (yknow, the whole focus being on Lin Ling to the point everyone just seemed to move on from Nice immediately), I find it somewhat unlikely he found out just as L0 was going to visit her and then hurried over, unless he has teleportation abilities too. We did see him chasing a speedster in episode 3 I think, so it isn't impossible his powers are at least partly movement based. That being said, I'm going to assume he already knew Moon was there and had prepared means to come to her beforehand. Only, he chose this point to specifically.

Why? Because she still had trust-given powers. However, as she herself said at the end of the episode, she had left the teleporter behind. And when did E-Soul kill her? Right as Lin Ling was going to give it back to her.

If she is still dead in the minds of people, she obviously isn't using her powers to help them. In fact, as long as she doesn't come out publicly, she can use her powers however she likes. So by gaining the teleporter back, she instantly becomes unchecked. She becomes exactly someone E-Soul might want to stop. It's only when she looks like she's going to take the teleporter that she dies--when she reaches for power.

(And it would also kinda explain why E-Soul is rank 9, below a freaking dog. The 10th spot is precarious because it is the barrier between the top 10 and the rest of the heroes--people aim for it almost as much as the position of X, and it's constantly changing. E-Soul, as number 9, can essentially evaluate who gets to move past rank 10 and into the top heroes proper. After all, we saw how L0 and Firm Man fell and changed in rank so swiftly.)

[hearts-hunger]

okayyy who's ready for my review of s1e3

pros

bella ramsey finally gave some convincing ellie in this episode. the scene with gail was so ellie. if game ellie had had to deal with a therapist, she'd do it just like that. the joel's house walkthrough segement was done well too.

i'm definitely interested to see more of the scars. i think that's something the game definitely needed, and humanizing them and giving them their own lives apart from being one-dimensional freaks to kill is a solid move on hbo's part.

i guess i liked dina talking about her relationship with jesse? i always was curious about them. but everything surrounding that conversation was....... not it, so, mixed feelings.

i liked that ellie had a room in joel's house :(

cons

i fucking TOLD y'all tommy wasn't going to seattle. i called that shit last week. ironically they're ruining his character by not letting him ruin his character, because the tragedy of tommy in the game is that he loses everything for revenge and ends up a bitter, broken man. emotionally mature farm boy council leader tommy is just unsatisfying. like, are we writing a fix-it fic here? this is such a huge breakaway from the game that it's going to require so many changes down the line, and it also just cans tommy's character. so, goodbye to gabriel luna, i guess. it's a huge fucking waste.

wooooo boy does druckmann feel pleased with himself. gail and tommy talking about ellie like she's some sicko. "some people can't be saved" shove it up your ass, neil! that like was so "ellie has a violent heart" coded i almost threw up and died. shut up.

the dina/ellie "rate the kiss" scene being rewritten into the tent scene was suuuper weird. like, instead of an endearing moment of happiness that plays into ellie's guilt and her complex relationship with dina as it is in the game, it turned into this really shallow superficial straight-male-pandering pile of garbage. dina acting like a ditzy bi-curious "but not gay!!!!" sorority girl while they're ON THE WAY TO AVENGE JOEL???? like, now is not the time????? dina at this point in the game is ride or die for ellie. it's beyond whatever chemistry they have. she's really and truly in love with her. but the way the tent scene plays is that dina brings up this middle-school kind of thing in the middle of what is the most serious journey of ellie's life. it felt very off to me and a disservice to dina's intentionality and commitment to ellie.

the town hall council meeting was so stupid. like, it took up a bunch of screentime just for the same result to come about. ellie and dina snuck out and the rest of the town didn't know. why reinvent the wheel here? it was just a waste of time to me.

why are we trying so hard to make seth likeable??? why not make tommy supply them and sneak them out, at least? throw us tommy-revenge truthers a bone?

gail's character is so annoying and stupid and i hate her. who even is she. i so do not care about her to the extent that i just want to skip every scene she's in.

also, another thing about the tent scene, i didn't like that dina said she had gone back to jesse. it all feels a little queer-baity, a little "make dina bombshell pretty and definitely still into men even after she kissed ellie". don't do my girl like that. she loves jesse in but she's in love with ellie. it's more than just sex and adrenaline and crushes and whatever. idk, i can't really put my finger on it, but it just makes her out to be kind of immature in a way that messes with her character in a substantial way.

let me know your thoughts! inbox is always open, and my tlou sideblog is @ellies-miller if you want to hang there!

[genericpuff]

Puff! I love your commit to the math, but there was a simpler answer since you were already using a sphere, which is the diameter, because the diameter of a sphere is the height of the sphere. I think something got lost in the volume of a sphere to height of a cylinder conversion because the apple being shorter than it is wide sounds weird to me.

Or, to go fully insane with this, the apple variety yous selected (I can't back out of the ask to double check your post T-T) is more cylindrical in shape, so we can't use the diameter of the sphere for total accuracy, nor can we use the volume. The average weight of the apple variety in question is 110 to 130 grams, so 120g. The average density of an apple is 0.808g/cm³, which would make the hypothetical apple have a volume of 148.5cm³. Using a cylinder because I'm not doing all that math, with the radius of 2.55cm, the height then becomes 148.50cm³/(Pi×2.55g²) = 7.27cm or 2.8 in.

Which is...idk. you said she was 5'5"? So...65 inches...or 165 cm, so 22 apples tall?

Sorry! I hope you don’t feel like this is a dig at you! I just like doing math, and I could be way off as well lmao

no fr bless you for this because the final answer didn't sit well with me at all for that exact reason 😭 trying to do any math that involves anything more complicated than basic algebra turns me into such a dumbass LMAO

thank you anon for the math lesson ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

[chesneyrags]

"I was sincerely hoping you weren't the quitting type, Christian Ford," she teased, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as she gave him a playful wink. It may have been forward for some, but Chesney honestly believed he'd take it well. "But hey, a picnic here sounds like a pretty great idea for a second date, if you play your cards right." Was she crazy to be thinking about a second date already? Probably, but Chesney couldn't help herself. She knew the first date would go smoothly, if not perfectly, based on this conversation alone. Whatever happened next would be an adventure, but one that Chesney was certain she was going to ride out to the very end.

The alternative date he mentioned, the interactive museum and Gardens of Japan, sounded equally as special as far as Chesney was concerned. Mentally, she committed it to memory—both his favorite restaurant and what a date would look like. She'd make it happen soon enough, if only because he deserved that just as much as he thought she deserved the date at Maple Grove. Christian was proving to be someone she wanted to bend over backwards for, and she knew anything she could do for him would be appreciated ten-fold.

Christian agreeing to walk her to the parking lot made Chesney's heart skip a beat, but standing up and realizing how tall he was sent it beating double-time. She wasn't considered tall by any means, but she definitely had always been drawn to taller men when it came to attraction. Christian wasn't just tall—he was TALL. Before she could slip up and say something about just how tall he was, likely embarrassing herself in the process, he was speaking again. The lifeline he was throwing to her was greatly appreciated.

She started moving in the direction of the parking lot, choosing a pace that wasn't rushed by any means. She always gave herself enough time to get somewhere, so the alarm wasn't going to send her racing off to meet her dad, especially not when the company she was in made it hard enough to leave. "I like to read," she said, "and not just as a casual thing. I'm pretty much always reading two or three books at once. When I'm not working, I try to balance my time with friends and obligations with my dad, but I like to stay in from time to time, too. I have a cat named Mr. Darcy, which is why I don't spend all my free time out and about. He's aloof sometimes, but deep down I know he loves me."

She chuckled a little before lacing her fingers together and pressing her fingertips to her lips as she talked more, answering Christian's questions. "My favorite snack food is nachos," she said, "because there's just so much flexibility to them. You can make them gourmet, do a giant sheet pan, or just sprinkle some cheese on top of some chips. I've never met anyone who doesn't like nachos." She didn't know exactly how to answer the movie question, if only because she was pretty much open to all movies. Some, of course, were more frequently watched than others, so that's the direction she went. "I really love old Rom Coms, like Sleepless in Seattle, Love Actually, You've Got Mail, and Notting Hill. They're cozy, in a way. What about you?"

“Absolutely devastated.” Christian laughed, his upper body leaning slightly closer to Chesney. Her humor had dispersed the last of his anxiety, and he was now totally at ease. “And haunting the trails? I can’t believe you take me for a quitter, Chesney. I wouldn’t just haunt this spot—I would become the only thing about this trail worth mentioning. Golden Valley Run, featuring the Hopeless Romantic Ghoul. Then you would come back here for my phone number. Then I would have to tell you that as a ghost, you’re not allowed to have a phone anymore. Then you would order us pizza and we’d have our first date here, at the boundary between life and death.”

Christian laughed again. “Calling it a night… Literally never. Literally never.”

When Chesney told Christian that Maple Grove was her favorite, Christian genuinely believed he was asleep. Then he beamed. “Oh, that’s so good to hear… I used to think about taking someone to that interactive museum place where you can touch and move things—I’d have that be Destination Number One. And then we’d go to Gardens of Japan—that’s my favorite place right now—and we’d stay there until they close, just talking and learning about each other.

“But I want something that’s romantic right now. Chesney…” He gazed at her again. She’d bitten her lip while telling him she liked Maple Grove. He recalled the gesture and wished, sincerely, that they were already on the date.

“Chesney, I like you so much. You deserve something sweet. I’m happy Maple Grove is your favorite, because, for somebody as meaningful as you’ve been to me today…it’s my absolute favorite as well.” He smiled softly.

Chesney’s alarm pierced the still air of Golden Valley Run. Christian watched as Chesney turned it off, her eyebrows furrowed; when she said she didn’t want to leave, Christian thought, I agree. It wasn’t a passive agreement—it was living, something that took control of his thoughts and made him wonder if the world could stand still, just for a moment…just for him and Chesney to finish talking. She had to meet her dad…but, at least, she’d gotten to feel like Cinderella. That made the parting worth it.

Christian stood up from the bench, his legs pleasantly stretching as he did. “Please, let me walk you back to the parking lot,” he told her at her question. “And you can maybe tell me about your hobbies? I know you’re a superheroine nurse on the regular. That’s wonderful. But I have to know—what’s your favorite kind of movie? And your favorite snack food? These are questions you can fill me in on as we walk.” He gestured with his head a little and let himself smile broadly; he didn’t care how far-gone he looked. He felt good, and Chesney deserved to see that she’d done it. She deserved a lot more than that; but that would come later.

[yashley]

Then why are you here? What is it you want? I want to free you.

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.09

You know, back at his place, I heard your heartbeats.

[egginfroggin]

Shooting Star

(Frantically telling myself that I'm not going to do this with every member of the zodiac, I'm not gonna do a monochrome portrait of each of them with their symbol in gold haloing their head, I'm not gonna do that I'm not I'm not gonna - *thinks about how to pose Dipper and the grunkles* frickign dang it)

[arathejedi394]

slightly related. to big boy bark then half a second later yayyy puppy protected master!!! except this time it's an actual dog and it was my childhood doggo

when i was like 8 my family's garage got broken into, so my parents did the sensible thing, got an alarm system, then got a big dog. 8yo me in the background freaking out bc i'd wanted a dog for ages. what dog do we get? a german shepherd mix named Mac. we adjusted his full name, he became Macadoodle Macintosh Maxamillion Macaroni and Cheese. yes we said that out loud and he answered to that name. he was the most loving puppy in the world. he adored everyone and he loved being petted. and he was still a puppy when my family adopted him, about 10 months old. my parents wanted a guard dog, but me plus my little brother wanted a lap dog. so we got a lap dog. the alarm system was enough, yannow?

however!!! Macadoodle Macintosh Maxamillion Macaroni and Cheese was still a big dog. with a big dog bark.

one night my ma says, both us kids were in bed asleep, my dad was out for something idr, my mom was the only one awake with our precious puppy Mac. he signaled to her that he wanted to go outside, so my mom went to the back door and let him out. and he went tearing out of the house waaayyy too fast SNARLING barking his head off FURIOUS and my ma was like WHAT

and then she saw the figure crouched in the yard next to ours. that should not have been there.

there was a fence between the two yards to be clear. but our neighbor was an old man, who did not have many visitors!! and this figure was just like creeping in his yard!! this person wasn't even in our yard!!! but mac went roaring out there barking like he was going to commit homicide, and the trespassing mysterious person in the next yard fled instantly, bc what else do you do when a big dog goes flying at you barking like a demon with fury in its eyes, even if there's a fence between you and it?? guy fled!! this encounter was like 2 seconds long!! so!!

Mac turned around, went running back up the stairs to the back door where my ma was waiting in stunned silence, barking his head off with his "HI MAMA I DID A GOOD THING RIGHT" happy puppy yips. yips and yaps and "CAN I GET A TREAT" and none of the "I WILL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT HOLD STILL" very deep barks he'd been letting out half a second prior. he didn't even need to use the grass. he only signaled to my ma that he wanted out so he could scare off the intruder in the neighbor's yard. and it worked, and instantly, so fast it gave my ma emotional whiplash, he came running back happy and obedient like "mama you and your smol humans are safe now bc i'm a good doggo!!!"

THIS INTRUDER WAS NOT EVEN IN OUR YARD. HE WAS IN THE NEIGHBOR'S YARD. ACROSS A WHOLE ASS FENCE. and Mac still went charging on that person like he was ready to cause a bloodbath, then switched attitudes in less than the time it takes a heart to beat so he could run right back to his mama for headpats and good boys

unfortunately Mac is no longer with us, he got old and his quality of life diminished and we had to take him to the vet for that shot. (it was during the pandemic's height in the US, and as a result only one person could be right with him when he got the shot, and my lil brother was always his boy so he got to hold him as he fell asleep for the last time; i remember standing in the parking lot after and screaming my head off bc it wasn't fair yannow??? not like i wasn't the one who was with him when he passed it wasn't fair, like he should have been immortal it wasn't fair.) i wasn't even awake when this happened, but it's one of my favorite memories of him. i was the one who begged for a dog and then Mac chewed up my Ken dolls specifically my Ken dolls when i had like 3 vs like 4 dozen barbies and i was v mad at him for it for a long time, but yannow who cares about some Ken dolls when you have a happy doggo begging to be petted who is also a scary motherfucker and can give grown ass adults phobias of dogs but is instead whining and scampering for your loving attention?? (i taught him the trick dance i would hold a treat up and he'd jump onto his hind paws and scamper a little then i'd give him the treat it was so cute)

Macadoodle Maxamillion Macarooni and Cheese Macintosh was always a very happy dog, he always was friendly and loved attention. but the second somebody just looked at my mom or us kids (but esp my mom bc of her disabilities) in a way he deemed threatening, he was a vicious beast ready to maul everyone in sight. he went from most harmless lil baby in the world to cujo the second he thought my mom or one of us kids was in trouble. i mean, he gave one of my brother's friends a dog phobia. legit. my ma had to have her knee replaced when i was like 12 and so was in a wheelchair, extra vulnerable when already Mac was like "this lady needs to be protected at all costs," and this like 14yo boy walked up to our front door ready to go inside the house but Mac went tearing down the stairs to the door, barking like a maniac, and that kid, with a whole ass storm door completely closed totally separating him from the dog, went sprinting in the opposite direction. for like fifty feet. idk where that guy is now, it's been like 13 years since that happened, but i'm sure he still has a fear of dogs. and immediately after he turned tail between his legs, Mac went running back up the stairs to find my mom in her wheelchair and was all "I GOT RID OF THE STRANGER MAMA CAN I HAS EAR SCRITCHES"

anyway. don't you love it when a big scary dog switches from "I WILL MURDER YOU" to "CAN I HAS HEADPATS" in less than a second?

i clearly have a type for my preferred gremlins. i want a demented, feral little bastard, fully rabid and foaming at the mouth if you just look at their partner wrong, and a guy who looks casually like axe murderer standing behind them with a smoothie, unruffled until somebody gets too close to their demented little man, and then the serial killer vibes come out.

like here, it's steve that's the demented little bastard and bucky is casually an axe murderer, and that's really fun.

like, steve flips his lid over something vision goes red veins throb in his temple as he's shrieking flapping his arms steam coming out of his ears and there's bucky behind him like "i'll give him two more seconds before i put a stop to this." or they're in the club steve's tipsy an affectionate giggly drunk and very pretty so everyone's trying to flirt with him until a shadow falls over them and there's the winter soldier with his full murder face on. he doesn't have to say a word before the pathetic attempt at rivals flee bc of sheer vibes. but when it's all over, steve the demented feral fully rabid little bastard gets topped by bucky the casual axe murderer, so thoroughly he ends up crying and drooling. great dynamic. love that vibe.

but now there's my new set of blorbos, laios and chilchuck from dungeon meshi. and it's the opposite dynamic.

chilchuck is the feral rabid demented little bastard, laios casually looks like a good catholic boy scout that accidentally apprenticed under dexter so now he's weird, but chilchuck doms the shit out of laios, i just know it. like even if chilchuck is literally the one bottoming, he's topping from the bottom. laios has definitely let that tiny little man step on him. his face, his dick, his head, whatever part of him he wants to. but the second somebody starts creeping on chilchuck or just plain offends him, you know laios has got his hand on the hilt of his sword giving them that deep dark unreadably blank look like he knows what human flesh tastes like, all "walk away. now." (does he know? you decide. i think a little bit of canibalism is okay sometimes.) and after they're gone, you know he'd go from using his big boy bark to his happy puppy awoo yay master's been successfully resource guarded in like a split second, like to anybody other than chilchuck (used to this) he'd switch attitudes so fast it'd give them whiplash. and chilchuck would be like "good dog you may have one (1) kiss as a treat" "YAY KISSES" "ONE KISS"

i mean just look at them. you know i'm right.

[murdockhawkeye]

[this-is-a-love-story-isnt-it]

Lois and Clark 2x13

[justashamwithwastedpotential]

How I intended to play Rook: *serious, stoic, ruthless, ready to stop Solas at any cost*

How I've actually been playing Rook: *PANICKED SCREAMING*

[matteoberrettini]

bringing positivity for once: today at work i was told that my coworkers said i'm good at tutoring 🥹 and yesterday one coworker sent me a message himself thanking me for my tutoring 🥹 and then my therapist told me the others in this group thing i'm taking part in all like me 🥹😭😭

[naivety]

my sense of urgency for this election was all used up watching a genocide play out live on instagram while my mom continued to talk about which politician might make the housing market better and i tried not to genuinely lose my mind over the dissonance. in all honesty short of bombs dropping on americans' houses my adrenal glands are beyond checked out. i'll show up to the polls and do my part and try to plug into the bare bones direct action i can find in the middle of nowhere deep red county state but god. there are so many posts circulating trying to fear monger me into voting for one genocidal president of this genocidal nation over another and i may as well live on a different planet. i can fathom the urgency but i could not make myself feel it short of being held at gunpoint. which may even be on the ballot but that's how americans have been voting for decades now and each of them regardless of party has worried about the idea of being held at gunpoint while a right of theirs is taken away while there are people who are already being held at gunpoint and their rights have already been taken away by the very people being beamed into my eyeballs as the escape from this hypothetical violence that's already non-hypothetically happened to millions who aren't US liberals because of the america they're trying to save from trump the same america regardless of democrats or republicans or whigs or federalists and does anyone else feel like they're going crazy

[birdmenmanga]

I need to make more hyperspecific posts about kaihen and what I want to happen in kaihen. I need my monologuing on my blog to be so noticeable that when I yell and scream that something has finally happened people will flood into my inbox saying, "Congratulations, I knew you knew it all along" or "Congratulations, it finally happened". No it can't be something as simple as "There's going to be a revolution". that's easy sauce, it's frankly MORE likely to have a revolution than not considering bm and kks. it HAS to be on the level of the bunsen and beaker reveal. I gotta think about what hill I'm dying on