#sighhhhh i need him so bad

[sylusvrse]

rafayel is genuinely the best love interest in love and deepspace. don’t get me wrong, i love the others too, but something about his story and character resonates with me so well.

he is not a broken man by any means, but he is someone whose very presence feels all consuming. everything about him is all in. this or nothing, us or no one, and i love that about him.

he’s someone who’s drowning in thoughts too complex for himself to navigate and he simply needs to share that feeling with someone else, you in this case.

i loved the story of intertidal zone. though short, the writers actually popped off because wow, just wow… i’ve said this before already but it just solidified rafayel as my favorite even more.

he is someone whose feelings cannot simply be communicated through words, rather something much deeper. through a look, a touch.

sorry if i interpreted his character wrong, but he is my GOAT. we are drowning together #yolo

[the-rolls-on-black]

This feels so specific. Please tell me someone gets it. Please.

Old men beating up monsters with their hands in an attempt to save their niece (and nephew)

[phagodyke]

happy april fools my friend left without telling me bc he didn't wanna wake me up waaaaaa

[swxxtsxcchxrine]

im glad we can all collectively agree that Miguel O’Hara has a raging breeding and size kink because you CANNOT tell me that this man wouldn’t pound into your cunt after coming home from a mission and spill his warm cum into your womb in all kinds of positions: prone bone, missionary, full nelson, doggy, mating press, you fucking name it. you could even say it’s his way of gaslighting you into thinking that the only way for you to have a baby or to even get pregnant is if your overstimulated and absolutely just fucking out of it like. and he’s so mean too like imagine he’s folding you in mating press to the point that your foreheads are touching and he’s soooooo deep like he’s hitting your throat at that point and the minute he sees your eyes starting to gloss over, he pulls back just to smack you hard, square across your face while you clench against his cock. you shouldn’t enjoy it, you know that, but obviously your body betrays you and he knows this which is why he laughs at you feeble attempts to run away or even get a 5 minute break. at this point it’s taking everything in you to not tap out. and he’s soooooo nasty like he’s really messy. loves to get all kinds of bodily fluid involved: spit, pre-cum, squirt. whatever he can use to make it easier to slip inside of you, he does NOT CARE. i also whole heartedly believe that while this man isn’t too fond of toys in the bedroom, he wouldn’t miss the opportunity to tie your arse up and use the rose toy or rabbit vibrator on you until you don’t even remember your name.

i just need him really bad and i feel that if he were real, my problems would be fixed effective immediately because i’d like to believe he’s what i’m missing in life sighhhhh☹☹☹☹☹. live love laugh miguel xx

[yuutawe]

UNDER THE WATER. } yuta okkotsu . . .

ꖛ summary * an aquarium date with your nerdy boyfriend.

ꖛ warnings! * fluff + sfw‎ ‎ ‎ ‎college au, photographer yuta‎‎ ‎!‎ ‎ ‎ he's a nerd over marine animals, and you love it !‎ ‎ ‎ a lot of stupid facts about jellyfish !‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yuta is 20, reader is 21 in this (although nothing happens) !‎ ‎NOT PROOFREAD.

ꖛ about. * reader is gender-neutral. no anatomy specified + they/them pronouns and genderless nicknames.

ꖛ author's note * this feels really rushed but sighhhhh. just had the idea and wanted to write it down. i hope it's not bad for a first post here. english is not my first language, so i apologize for any mistakes.

ꖛ word count ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 899.

some say that love at first sight is nonsense, but yuta and you have a beautiful variation of this cliché: love at first click. you can still remember his surprised expression when he took the first picture of you. it was simple, an okay request. he needed a model to sit on campus to test the new camera. and then click. one photo became three, and he complimented your physique a lot.

nervous stuttering of calling you photogenic evolved into asking you to be his model more often — until you took the first step to ask for his number. and a year later, you two stand strong: walking down the aquarium while holding hands.

“oh, yeah— and jellyfish have no brains, hearts, or lungs! they’re very simple organisms, actually.” yuta rambles, pointing to one of the little creatures in question, which simply swims without thinking about much. it is surprising that apparently such thin glass can support such a large amount of water.

you nod slowly, hearing every word with the utmost attention, because, really, how could you not? he's usually so shy and speaks so little around other people, but at home or with you, he can just talk about his extremely nerdy interests. it was one of the things that brought you two closer, in fact. (although, it would have been better if he flirted back instead of rambling about the structure of a camera that one day…)

“so, how are they built like?” you ask, already knowing (superficially) that jellyfishes don’t actually have any of these organs. you just want to hear that gentle, smooth voice with a hint of excitement break it down to you.

yuta smiles so widely, as if he couldn't be happier that you asked. so cute, you think.

“okay, okay. think about it.” he lets go of your hand for the smallest of moments, to gesture as he explains — pouting for a second. but it is for the greater good of getting you to understand the biology of jellyfish. “their bodies are made up of just three layers— the outer epidermis, a gelatinous middle layer called the mesoglea, and the inner gastrodermis.”

again, you nod along to his explanation — even if now you're more focused on the cute way his fingers move to draw the patterns in the air more than the words themselves. but you can't resist the opportunity to make a joke.

“layers? like onions?”

“no, love, not like onions—” he sighs, almost sounding disappointed by your comparison. he pouts like a bunny about to throw a tantrum and stomp the ground furiously. you can't help but laugh at the way his lips curve, and you grab his wrist for an apology.

you bring his hand up to your mouth, kissing the back of it slightly. it always makes him red in the face, and he cups your cheek softly, trying to keep you close.

“okay, not like onions. got it.”

yuta huffs slightly — murmuring something about accepting your mistakes — before he goes back to rambling. however, now you are lost in thought.  jellyfish have an elementary nervous system with receptors that detect light, vibrations, and chemicals in the water. Along with the ability to sense gravity, these capabilities allow the jellyfish to navigate... it all goes over your head as you think: how did you two get here? from small texts and giggles, to letters and home dates. to stargazing to kissing, and so much more—

“love?” he asks, more worried than upset. “you’re silent. are you alright?” yuta is quick to reach for your hand again, his dark blue eyes reminding you that he is prettier than the ocean. soft, gentle and warming as a bonfire, but calm and fluid as the water.

“yes. just thinking about how much i like hearing you talk about stupid fish.”

he gasps dramatically, pretending to be offended. “just for you to know, despite the name, jellyfish are actually cnidarians, which are a type of invertebrate—”

before he can ramble any longer, your fingers detach from his, and both of your gentle hands come up to grab him by the cheeks. yuta would protest, but soon your lips are glued to his, and his brain melts.

all information about any kind of marine animal just disappears, and you are all that is left on his mind. the taste of your lips, the smoothness of your hands, the prettiness of your eyes. you, you, you.

you lean back, giving him that little smirk that tells the poor man you know exactly what you just did. you threw him off his feet.

“what were you saying, yuta? about— cnidarians?”

“i—” he sighs, smiling softly and muttering a what am i going to do with you under his breath. “i don’t actually remember.”

you chuckle, kissing his cheek and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. yuta bumps his nose against yours gently, and you hear someone complaining about young couples nowadays have no shame.

“what do you want to see next?” he asks lovingly.

“let’s take a look at puffer fish.” you mutter back, giving a small peck to his lips before pulling away. he smiles excitedly, going back to his rambles.

“oh, did you know that adult puffer fish have just four teeth, fused together into one strong beak? they use this to open clams or mussels, and scrape algae off rock—”

© made by spiralryomen on tumblr. do not copy, repost, translate my works in this or any other side — inspirations allowed with credits.

[dabuggh3]

One of the biggest reasons I love Hamzah is because that man would not give a fuck on how you look. If he’s in love with you he sees no flaws in you. So I got inspired to write this. Enjoy!!!🤭💗

You and Hamzah were going out for a date. You guys had both been busy and but finally you guys could go out somewhere fun. But as you try on your dress you can’t help but think of how bloated you look. And once you notice that, your brain starts rambling on how the rest of your body looks.

Maybe your arms were too big to wear a strap dress? Maybe you could see your stomach and cellulite too much in this dress? Were your hips always this size? You went on and on until you decided to get out the dress and try something else on. But everything else felt just as horrible. So you stand there in your underwear and bra, tears about to fall out your eyes, just as Hamzah walks in.

“Are you almost re-what’s wrong” he looks at you with soft eyes. “It’s just nothing looks good on me and I..I don’t know” you say trying not to make eye contact because you knew any second you were going to start crying. He notices and immediately knew something was wrong,“ What are you talking about, come here”. He sits on the bed, grabs you by your waist and sits you down on his lap. “ What’s wrong, it’s okay”.

He gives a kiss on your shoulder trailing all the way up to your cheek. He stares waiting till you’re ready to tell him. “ I feel like I look ugly in all my clothes, I put the dress on and I looked so bloated and everything is just wrong”, tears start falling out your eyes. He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and swipes your tears, “ what are you even saying right now, you look beautiful”.

You look at him for a split second then look away, “ Yea well you’re just supposed to say that”, you mumble looking down. He grabs your chin softly, “ look at me, why are you talking like that?”. You stare into his eyes and see he is being serious. “ If I was or wasn’t dating you I’d still think you were the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, when have I ever lied to you mhm?”. He tilts his head looking at you.

You start wanting to cry even more. “ Look”, he makes you stand in front of him while he pulls up his shirt to show you his stretch marks, “ you still love me don’t you”. You stare starting to smile,“ Yes a lot”. He grabs you hands and looks up at you,“ So why would I care what you do or don’t have, I love you for you not just for your body”. You start smiling, “ I know I’m sorry”. “Don’t apologize, I just want you to realize how perfect you really”. He stands to give you a kiss on top of your head, “Do you just want to stay home? We can watch movies or play games anything you want hm?”.

You stare at him, “ Are you sure? I feel bad, if you really want to go we can go”. He looks at you, “ No I want to stay home I’m sure”. “okay, are you really sure”, you respond. “ Yes I’m sure, now go put something on or don’t” he playfully smacks your ass while smiling. “ And you know I love you no matter what, right baby?”. You smile,“ Yes” “ Okay good, come on what do you wanna eat tonight?”

sighhhhh I need him

[artdcnaldson]

i feel like patrick’s sister!reader and art would be such a terrifying power couple if they matched each other’s freak and stopped fighting how fucking insane they both are. you’ve both become so gnarled and twisted around each other, idk if anything less than total devotion of good and bad would ever satisfy either of you. like……. the combined powers of your insanity towards each other if you let it out at the same time and finally crashed together at full force?? uhhh good luck patrick get out of the blast radius i do not envy u

-🎀

Sighhhhh

Need them to finally fuck and it’s like drinking ice cold water after spending the day outside. Messy— at the reception at the wedding. And Art didn’t even get a real invitation, he’s there with Patrick again.

And you end up fucking in Art’s hotel room, just an elevator’s ride away from the ballroom where the reception is happening. Art hikes up your dress, probably wrinkling it beyond repair. And it just feels right that you’re giving art your virginity, your innocence, the only part of yourself you’ve never shared before.

Your pretty manicured hands, that shining fucking rock on your left ring finger intertwined with his. You have someone else’s last name, but you have his cock inside of you, you’re begging him to cum, to fill you up.

Maybe in the morning you’d kickstart a nice, quick annulment <3

[lovelettersforthedamned]

CONGRATS ON 100!! 🎉 i was wondering if you could do a blurb about peter being the cutest, caring dad and building his kids stuff or for his own lil family 🥹. i’m in desperate need of domestic peter!

Acts of Service

--genre + trope: FLUFF, sfw.

--pairing: dad!tasm!peter parker x pregnant!f!reader

--word count: 0.5k

--warnings: dad!peter is the cutest and i'm not okay about it.

The sunny afternoon cast warm rays of light into your apartment. Winter was just on the cusp, so soaking in the last remnants of fall was essential, especially with your second child on the way. You just finished making lunch for you and Peter. Your son, Lucas, was screaming all night about missing his Auntie May, so after a quick call, you dropped Lucas off to spend the day with her. 

“Hey, Peter! Lunch is ready,” you yell down the hall. A second of silence passes, before you peer into the hallway, wondering why he hasn’t called back yet. Listening closer, you realize Peter has a jazz record on, the music lightly filling the rest of the apartment. You laugh to yourself as you make a plate for him, and walk towards the source of the music. The room he’s in is going to be your daughter’s. 

You’re about 30 weeks, so preparing for her has been on the forefront of your mind. Even though you’re barely showing, Peter has been very aware of what decorating you’ve been doing in the new room. As you make your way to the doorframe, you can see that your husband is hunched over, building a new chair that you both will be spending lots of time in. After Lucas was born, you spent many sleepless nights rocking with him in a chair similar to the one that Peter was building. You didn’t know he bought a new one, the box revealing a picture of it.

Your sudden presence makes Peter turn around and face you at the door, his senses picking up on you. He stands up, carefully walking through the mess he’s made, greeting you with a kiss. Looking down at the plate, his eyebrows furrow, “Oh, honey. You didn’t need to bring this to me.” 

“It’s alright,” you smile at him, taking a peek over his shoulder, “I was wondering what you were doing in here anyways.”

Looking behind him, he studies the mess, “Yeah…oh, um, surprise!” He uses his free hand to present the project as if you hadn’t seen it the second you walked into the room. 

Walking further in the room, you look at the half finished chair, “And when did you get this?”

He comes up behind you, reaching down to take a bite of his lunch, he speaks up, words muffled by his food, “I ordered it a while ago. I knew you loved the last one, and the same company just released a new one, so it seemed like perfect timing.”

“Thank you, baby,” you turn to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close.

Setting the plate on the dresser next to you, he wrapped both his arms around your waist and kissed the side of your head, “Of course, bug.”

For the rest of the afternoon you spend next to Peter’s side, watching him build the rest of the chair. Watching him work on projects was your favorite pastime, especially when he’s making something for your family. Peter carries so much love for you and the little family you and him have built together, and he can’t wait to see his little girl. 

--author's note: im sorry this was so cute??? i need domestic peter so bad, sighhhhh. keep sending in requests!!! don't forget to support your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging!! ok, bye ily<3

[everythingwasnormalhere]

Back at it again with chronic pain Craig!

Ive made an entire band au where Craig really doesn’t want to get mobility aid, he thinks he doesn’t need it (LOSER YES YOU DO)

plus HE HAS NO MONEY!!!!!!! he couldn’t get the mobility aid (wheelchair to be specific) even if he wanted to SIGHHHHH…. But the band (Tweek, Stan, Kenny & Tolkien) wants to help cause they have seen how bad it’s been

plus Kenny knows the feeling so he wants to help. SO THEY END UP DOING A CONCERT AT A HIGHSCHOOL PARTY!!! FUNDRAISING MONEY FOR CRAIGS WHEELCHAIR WITHOUT HIM KNOWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They sadly don’t get enough the first time sighhhh but they get enough later on, so Craig uses the wheelchair cause he knew how hard it was to get it

hint for who has the Craig chronic pain headcannon ;)

(name starts with a M, has 2 names)

YOOO THIS AU IS AWESOME DUDE

pls turn it into a fic and send it to me i NEED to read it !!!!!!!

ohmygod crog would be PISSED but at the same time very *cryingsobbing/pos* because like........INTERNALIZED ABLEISM IS SHIT BUT CHRONIC PAIN IS WORSE !!!

anyway VERY TO THIS AU AWESOME I LOVE IT SO MUCH<3

ppl coming to me for disability hcs>>>

id guess by the clues u gave me, youre @/buggocraig maybe? idk lol

[yakuzabrainrotlive]

Finished Like a Dragon! 87 hours of play time all in all. Do NOT ask me how I squeezed in that amount of hours in less than 3 weeks, I'm already ashamed enough😭

Some general stuff and opinions at the bottom part of the post!

My (way too high) levels before the final stretch (around +2 levels for final bosses):

I'm... considering starting Gaiden right away because it dropped into my mailbox today. But I have an 8-day long trip back home starting December 2nd, and I'm not quite sure if I wanna start and then get interrupted. But I also wanna start Infinite Wealth asap... hmmm...

Good to see Date doing well. Kinda surprised Adachi and him are pals. Serena being the base of operations once again, I shouldn't be surprised.

...AND the Millennium Tower being the stage for the final battle again, too.

I'm gonna be fr; CAN WE BLOW THIS TOWER UP?? Like properly?? Ever since the damn thing was built (AND before it, since the Empty Lot was the ground underneath it), it's been nothing but a place for bloodshed. Almost like it's cursed and needs blood sacrifices to keep itself going. Now, I'm not trying to blame the tower, but... something's up. It needs to go.

My dad when I don't answer messages he sends at 1am

Very good acting from the gang. What a bunch of silly goobers.

I've hated Arakawa jr. since the beginning of the game, so you'll have to excuse me being petty and saving this rocket launcher just for this moment. It was satisfying to finish the fight this way.

It was cool to fight 1v1 at the end, but I was kinda scared I'd die and have to start everything again. Even though it was pretty much impossible considering my overall level lol

Awww. Ichi is very sweet. Almost too sweet; I feel like that's gonna cause him a lot of pain in the future.

....do I sound like Majima when he talked to Kiryu at the start of Kiwami right now? lmao

Despite the game kinda trying to make me feel bad for Arakawa, I truly didn't feel anything when I saw this. Well, I did feel very bad for Ichiban, but I really couldn't be bothered to feel anything for this dude in particular. Bye 👋🏻🙂

Adachi finally getting his closure was nice. Good for him! 🫶🏻

sighhhhh *rapid-fire screenshot noises* 😩

Kinda curious to see where the whole security firm business goes. Sounds... weird right now, but I'll let RGG cook. Kinda hard to imagine Majima sticking around for something like that, but maybe I'm wrong. Maybe he'll stay for Saejima and Daigo. Who knows.

Kiryu will probably fuck off somewhere again because of the contract, so I'm not even gonna speculate what's gonna happen with him. For all I know he's going back to driving a taxi in Nagasugai. Or maybe he'll go live in a forest somewhere far away and live as a hunter-gatherer in isolation. Nothing would surprise me at this point. Kinda sorta hoping he'll vibe with Watase for a while, but that's pretty much as likely as Majima growing another eye.

Ichiban staying with his team was a given, but it was still relieving to hear it from the man himself.

NOW. How did I like the game?

Uhhh... How do I put this. Fuck it, I'll be honest: NOT one of my favourites. The battle system is a MASSIVE part of that.

I'm just gonna say it now: I didn't enjoy the fights in the game. As soon as I got Hariti's Amulet, I never took it off. I just couldn't be bothered to put up with all that. I didn't find fights thrilling or engaging - not even boss battles - besides a few select situations. Those situations being Kiryu switching styles and the Majima + Saejima combo. And, unfortunately for this game, fights tend to be a big part of these games. So yeah.

The plot? Solid enough, I suppose? I didn't really feel drawn-in before chapter 12, but it was... okay. Didn't blow my mind, but also not bad by any metric. About the middle ground (or slightly above it) for what I've seen from the games this far. I know a lot of people love the plot and I can definitely see why! Idk what my issue was, but it is what it is. Maybe I'll watch just the cutscenes at some point and re-evaluate.

(new) characters? Cool. It was interesting having a whole squad after spending so much time solo in the previous games. The group dynamics were cool. I do feel like Joon-gi and Zhao didn't really have too much interaction with the rest of the group besides Ichiban? Yeah, the convos on the street were nice enough, but besides that, I honestly can't remember those two interacting too much with the others in a more casual setting? Idk, maybe my memory is just overloaded rn. I might be remembering it all totally wrong and forgetting stuff. Overall a nice group. Cozy vibes fr.

Favourite newbies... Saeko and Adachi. Maybe a bit random, but I just clicked with them the most. But I do have to give shoutouts to Eri and Joon-gi for pretty much cutting battle time by 75% with their devastating Divine Shot + Darts Airstrike combo. Not too many lucky survivors around after that.

Another huge shoutout to the hundreds of Invested Vagabonds I tore apart for exp. I will never be able to repay my debt to their kind. RIP kings 🫡

Soundtrack slapped. Substories were fun; among TOP3 games when it comes to those. Picking up bugs was relaxing, so shoutout to the bugs too.

All in all? It was okay! Probably not gonna replay the game because of how much the battle system frustrated me. Yes, even the infamous blockuza 3 surpasses this one in my books. If you enjoyed the battle system in this game, that's cool and valid! It just wasn't my cup of tea. Not gonna go into specific details in this post. Feel free to ask if you want said details. When I started the game, I did make it clear that I'm very picky about turn-based stuff, so y'all were warned.

[dropdeadgorgeos]

What's this? Your a NRC student who still hasn't found there dorm? Well then, let me introduce you to our ei- seven dorms!!

Welcome to ✨Heartslybul✨ where you can eat yummy sweets and hangout with hedgehogs and flamingos. Not to mention the housewarden tries so hard(to the point he needs help) but you know! What's wrong with a little hard work to get you through the year? What's that? You don't wanna constantly hear "off with your head" if you break the smallest most stup- *ahem* little rule? Well then, next!

Ahh yes, ✨Savannaclaw✨ the place where it'll smell bad and have sweat on everyone like there an animals. But I mean they basically are animals. You'll get really good at magic here and get to learn tones of sporty ways to play! How often do you work out? Because you'll do that a lot here! What's that? You don't wanna wake up super early constantly eat meat and probably be weaker then all your dorm members? Well then, next!

Welcome to ✨Octvanille✨ Oh this dorm? Do you enjoy being underwater? Singing the little under the sea hmmmm? It's nice... Calming... Your not forced to eat healthy... But you are forced to pay. You have to work for your housewarden non-stop until he says so. Want some food? Pay. Can't pay? Get money. Can't get money? Starve. Hm? What's that? Not your cup of tea? I see... Well let's see if you like this one!

Welcome to ✨Scarabia✨

Here You can have feast and have fun! Constantly running with energy! Leaping up a nd down with your friends! What's better? Oh? You don't want a dumb housewarden(I am so sorry) or a super suspicious Vice housewarden? Or to be aware your dorm is sad as shit? Dang! Next one I guess!

Welcome to ✨Pomefoire✨

Ahh yes, you see that castle? A queen lives in there.. A beautiful one.. And this place.. Is beautiful... And so magical... And rude asf like you can get yelled at for anything. But don't let that stop you! You get to go in the woods! Not many dorms have a woods! And you can't to live in a room of this castle! Whaaaaaaaat? You don't wanna be lectured (stepped on) by a (beautiful) man for having a small bit of your tie undone? Or a stalker perhaps? Wow. You are quite picky. Next one ig?

Welcome to ✨Ignihyde✨

This place is amazing! You get to stay inside and never go outside! Play videogames constantly and getting to read! And stay home! Put all your worries aside and probably fail! And even if you don't put all your worries aside you probably still have a good chance of failing! Huhhhhh? You don't wanna stay inside and never see the sun again? You wan tro go- *gasp* OUTSIDE?! WELL THEN! YOU NEED A NEW DORM!

✨Diasomnia✨

Huh? Why does this place look so dark? And why does it look like if you fell off you would d̶i̶e̶?̶ Well, you would yes. But this place isn't that bad! Look at it! It's beautiful! With knights and a dragon as your housewarden! Yes, you may not see him very often... He may like pretty scary... He may... Okay okay I get it! Just... Uh... Be nice! What? You don't wanna risk eating lilia's food? You don't wanna be yelled at by Sebek? You don't wanna randomly find Silvers body sleeping somewhere? And hear constant rants about Gargoyles? You are quite the picky one my friend.

*sighhhhh*

We've looked everywhere! Whatever! Well ask the mirror!

Oh- uh- are you sure?

I see..

Okay we get it! We'll my friend... Looks you must go to ramshackle! Lemme show you around!

Soooo basically, your bathroom doesn't work, your poor asf, you get no privacy because there are no locks on the doors or windows oh yeah and this rat- I mean we- I mean ca- I mean The amazing grim! Is your housewarden and now your basically his pet. Enjoy!

[moirascribbles]

SIGHHHHH I'm so back to my asmr RP brainrot... Discovered nomad's channel a bit ago and I am. Brainrotting so bad

Caleb, beloved, I need him

And I need to give him a year long vacation, please---

[sinnaminttoast]

Something bout this new audio seems ominous so I will give you my thoughts.

Do I have one clue about what’s gonna happen? No…

But the “Don’t Hang up” worries me 💀

So here we go.

Hell nah…Someone give this bitch an inhaler…AND GET THEM AWAY FROM ME! lol what if it’s a friend?

I’m not on your time, good sir. I should hang up just for that one.

WE DONT EVEN KNOW YOU???

Pack it up…it’s time to move countries y’all

OH YEAH?? What do you know 🙄

Honestly good for us. Hang up and it’s time to go stay at a friend’s house 🏃‍♀️

Istg…DONT ANSWER THAT PHONE

Fuck—

Oh yeah? Idgaf what you like.

STAY JUST TALKING???

OKay! Now you’re playing too much. Get away…😲 oh….oh can he see us???

Y’know what…maybe it’s time to just jump out the window.

Couldn’t we just mute him?

HEY! Since when do you get to talk about my damn problems? I don’t want to talk to YOUUUUU 😭

Oh Nooo I’m totally not stressed! It’s definitely not the creepy ass man 😭

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!

He’s in the walls

STOP BANGING ON MY WALLSSS 😭

Ngl….I think I would’ve pissed myself from fear if this happened to me irl.

This bitch is scary and it’s time to call the police.

WOOP WOOP IT’S THE SOUND OF THE POLICE 🗣️🗣️🚨🚨

IMPOLITE???

Owe you something?! I am debt free good sir.

LAST YEAR?!

🕺💃You just want attention, you don't want my heart 🕺💃🕺💃

You know…I really don’t know about this one you guys. I didn’t think Regulus would have someone to compete with in terms of scariness but here we are…

You can help by turning yourself in to the police 😁🫶

Istg if this motherfucker breaks into my home…

AHHH STOP BREATHING IN MY EAR!!!

D…Do what….?

NO NO NOOO—-

Stranger watching us in bed:

That whole section creeped me out so bad. 😭

I’ll tell you that you’re weird asf! Hope that helps ❤️

Someone give this man an inhaler. He needs it badly.

Idk man. I’m planning on buying a plane ticket and LEAVING!

-

…..I have no words to explain the stress I just experienced.

This one very much gave me slasher/horror movie vibes. So I definitely like this audio in terms of how well Erik executed his voice acting and made this guy sound creepy.

The stalker guy makes me not want to leave my house.

This man is SICK!

I’m stressed….sighhhhh

To anyone who had fun and loved this audio. I’m happy for you 🫶 I’ll go check my front door and windows.

[shadowqueenjude]

Part 6 of my Feytamsand fic! (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

Rhysand sighed as he looked at the tray shoved through the bars of his cell. “Cheese and crackers? Really? You think I’m a mouse or something?” Rhysand shouted at the servant, who quickly scurried away. “I’m a High Lord, for Cauldron’s sake!” Rhysand yelled at the guards of his cell. One of them sneered at him. “Not anymore, you’re not. Now shut the fuck up.”

Rhysand covered his face in his hands. He supposed he should be happy he was even alive. The moment he’d finished his confession, the crowd had come to kill him. The only thing he remembered was drowning in bodies, unable to think or even breathe, before the crowd was shoved back by some magic and he was being scooped into familiar arms before he felt his body shrinking, shrinking, shrinking, to the size of a rat. “Behold, the war criminal, Rhysand!” Tamlin boomed, and the crowd cheered. “Rest assured, he shall pay for his actions.”

Then he’d been taken away, later returned to his fae body, and handcuffed, and later thrown into this cell. Tamlin had winced in sympathy, but he could do nothing to help him at this point. His duty was to his people first and foremost, and as far as the world was concerned, he was a war criminal.

Well, he was a war criminal, wasn’t he? Feyre might have committed the acts, but he had been complicit, had encouraged her to act in a malicious way. That made him equally guilty.

He hadn’t regretted it the first few months following the High Lord meeting, but when it became clear that Tamlin was helping them, saving his life and Feyre’s several times, he began to doubt.

The Spring Court citizens were innocent. Even Tamlin wasn’t a bad person. He should’ve had more faith in Tamlin; should’ve known he’d never side with a tyrant like the King of Hybern. He should’ve told Feyre to fucking check his brain. How could they have been so stupid? Sighhhhh…no point crying over spilled milk, right?

But maybe he should. This wasn’t something he could just forget overnight. He was a murderer, and the sooner he realized that the sooner he could work on bettering himself. Perhaps him losing his title was a good thing. Had he still had it, would he have even realized what a terrible person he had been?

Remorse. Truly one of the worst feelings in the world, yet one of the most powerful. Rhysand recalled the moments when he couldn’t breathe under the weight of the crowd. They were merely showing him what he had done. Who he had killed.

He hated himself. He was worse than worthless. He was a menace.

He pushed away his cheese and crackers. He didn’t deserve to eat. He didn’t deserve to live.

He didn’t know when he fell asleep, but some time later, he was shaken awake, and he had to unstick slices of cheese and crumbled bits of cracker from his face. “Yes?” he mumbled. “Get up, you fool, we need to leave quickly,” Feyre muttered to him. She tugged on his arm. “Gah, he’s too heavy. Fuck this.”

“Leave?” Rhysand blinked blearily. Feyre’s face went in and out of focus. “Where are we going?”

“We’re getting you out of here, idiot! I used my daemati magic on the guards; it won’t last forever.” She turned to Tamlin. “Can you shapeshift him?” Within moments, Rhysand was a little hamster, and Tamlin shoved him into his pocket. Ewwwwwwww. Rhysand cringed at the smell and grime of the place. What the hell was that? Leftover cake from weeks’ past? He tried to gag before it occurred to him that maybe hamsters don’t have a gag reflex. Well goddamnit. Fuck off, Tamlin. “We just need to get out of this building so that we can winnow back to Spring,” Tamlin whispered to Feyre. “I’m-not-sure-I-can-hold-this-effect-for-that-long,” Feyre grunted. Quick as lightning, Tamlin shapeshifted them all into butterflies. While it spared them from the scrutiny of the guards, who found themselves suddenly awaking from their slumber, it was achingly slow. It didn’t help that moments later, there was shouting, indicating they had noticed Rhysand’s absence. Sighhhhh. Rhysand found himself slammed against the wall, his wing bending, as guards rushed by, swatting him out of the way. He couldn’t even groan in pain. It was all he could do to follow Tamlin and Feyre, his wounded wing screaming. One guard’s eyes narrowed on them, and in a flash, his Fae magic had frozen them all in place. There was a CRACK! And a flash of light, and Feyre broke them out of their prison with her spell-breaking powers. Unfortunately, in doing so, she revealed themselves to the guard. “Guys! The prisoner is here! He is-“ Rhysand knocked him out with a solid punch to the temple. Tamlin and Feyre stared at him. “What? I was trained in Illyrian combat, you know.” Tamlin shapeshifted them into dogs this time around, and they were able to quickly bound down the rest of the hall while most of the guards had already gone to the other end of the prison to search for Rhysand. A couple of guards shouted as they ran past, but nobody tried to stop them. At last, when they jumped out of the prison and reached open air, they bounded a healthy distance away before Tamlin shapeshifted them back into themselves. The three of them stayed there for several minutes, bent over their knees, panting. “Win-now,” Tamlin gasped. He grabbed Rhysand’s hand, and Feyre reached out with her own. Together, they winnowed to the Spring Court.

They laid on the Spring Court grass for a long time. “You…you two saved me. Why? If the people find out-“ Feyre and Tamlin looked at each other like, This fucking idiot. “What?” Rhysand demanded, very much feeling the absence of his daemati powers at this point in time. “We saved you because we fucking love you,” Tamlin grumbled. “In spite of everything, perhaps because of everything. We both have too much emotional baggage with you to let you go now, especially after that self-sacrificing stunt you just pulled, idiot.” Rhysand blinked. “Do you mean…you both want to be with me?” Feyre nodded. “And we discovered our love for each other was not as dead as we’d once believed. So, we thought…why not be together? All three of us.” Rhysand blinked. “Wow…you really think this could work? With three of us?” “I think it would work better than two. It was always messy and intense with two of us; we were always missing the third person to balance us out. You dated Tamlin, and it ended badly. I dated Tamlin, and it ended badly. You married me, and it nearly ended too-“ “Wait what?” “-were it not for us coming to Tamlin. Of course, in order for this to work, you’ll have to avoid public appearances for…a while, I think.” “What am I to do, then?” Tamlin shrugged. “I could shapeshift you into a dog during the day, maybe.” “Tamlin!” Feyre yelled. “Yeah, Tamlin!” Rhysand yelled. “I would love to be a small little dove on your shoulder, not a goddamn dog!” Tamlin blinked. “You…are being serious. Of course you are.” He shook his head, smiling. “You’re really ok with this? Hiding from everyone for a long time?” “If I have to hide from the public to be with you two, I’d gladly do it every day for the rest of my life. I love you both,” Rhysand answered sincerely. Tamlin and Feyre looked at him softly, leaning onto each of his shoulders; for the first time in a long time, Rhysand was perfectly content.

[tuesdayisfordancing]

Watched about half of 3.4, here are my thoughts only on Jack Jr.:

I really liked the little silent exchange between Beverly and her son where she checks if he’s okay with her leaving him with Picard. The more mature iteration of last episode’s exchange when Picard wanted to talk to her privately. I’m wildly biased but I honestly think these two are playing REALLY well off each other! They’re very physically communicative and protective (reminiscent of some scenes with Wesley also). But let me see them work together more, stop sending one off to solve problems while the other has a Meaningful Talk with Picard. The little glimpse of her quietly analyzing stuff while he muses out loud was interesting! I want more!

Jack’s full body ‘ehhh’ when walking into the holodeck was also great but he is being way too cooperative. Thank god he is still being a little bitchy, but take it up by several notches please. That being said I liked the various awkward moments.

I guess explaining why the holodeck doesn’t cost them needed power is better than not explaining it, as has happened a number of times on other Trek shows, but like. You could simply have not had this scene take place in the holodeck!!! The thematic resonances you are trying to create by doing this are completely unnecessary and honestly the whole “fraught attempt at bonding/conciliation under the shadow of death” vibe would be way better served by being elsewhere. (I do like that Jack is a bit wigged by it though.)

I have VERY mixed feelings about Jack’s “I’m a Cool Brooding Loner” speech like. Okay FIRST the framing of it as “I’ve been alone - except my mom” with her as like an afterthought does NOT fit the relationship as it’s been presented up til now, and like given everything else about how motherhood, fatherhood, the Family Unit, has been treated in this show it adds to a SUPER icky normative family-values THING that I was not expecting to be this bad in Star Trek. It would fit much better with what’s been presented so far for Jack to say WE’VE only ever needed the two of us, WE’VE always been on the outside that’s how I grew up and how I’m content to be… you could have him switch a little awkwardly to speaking just of himself bc he’s not sure his mother wouldn’t be happier on the inside like she used to be, that would be cool. (Or aggressively continue to speak of them both out of defensiveness against that suspicion!) I HATE that part, I really hate it. I would be much more generous if all this ICK weren’t already present, but it is, so I’m not.

But I do at least love the implication that Jack’s daddy issues aren’t really directed at Picard so much as at All Of Starfleet, thank you that’s one of the things I was strongly hoping for, and it makes a lot of sense where he’s grown up under all these mysterious shadows that his mother doesn’t talk about, from Wesley to the Enterprise crew to his namesake.

…when Picard said perhaps he needed the moment, like a complete fool I had the thought that he might talk about Elnor. I knew he wouldn’t, of course I knew he wouldn’t, but I had the thought anyway. SIGHHHHH.

I am paused to do other things just as they’re about to talk about Jack Crusher (Sr), and I am both excited and trepidatious.

[mushlooms]

sighhhhh i need him so bad (pedro pascal)