#so friendship is possible uwu

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A concept: seungmin and girly, wholesome reader having a 90s anime dynamic where seungmin is secretly UWU over this woman but is too tsundere to admit it so he has to mask it with his sarcasm and teasing.

SEUNGMIN X READER school au! ♡𝜗𝜚

a/n: hope you like this! I tried to write it with a “texts style” <3

Y/N hated chemistry, but she hated asking for help even more. The formulas, the balancing equations, the strange symbols—none of it made sense to her. But there was one thing that always brought a little light to her dreadful study sessions: Seungmin.

They had met during the first semester of their chemistry class. Seungmin, always sharp and sarcastic, had taken notice of Y/N’s struggle. Rather than offering help with a kind smile like any normal person, he simply dropped a teasing comment one day:

“You know, if you keep staring at that periodic table like that, it won’t magically start making sense.”

That was the beginning of their strange friendship.

Seungmin ended up tutoring her, but the help never came without its fair share of teasing. He was always quick with a sarcastic comment, often poking fun at her lack of chemistry knowledge or her inability to balance equations properly. Over time, their study sessions became less about the subject and more about spending time together, with Seungmin’s teasing tone becoming strangely endearing to Y/N.

The truth was, Seungmin’s constant teasing masked something deeper—his growing feelings for her. He didn’t want to admit it, not even to himself, because that wasn’t how he operated. He was the sarcastic friend, the guy who always had a witty comment ready. Being vulnerable? That wasn’t his style. But Y/N had started to mean more to him than just a classmate who needed help.

Meanwhile, Y/N enjoyed the banter they shared. She couldn’t help but smile whenever Seungmin playfully poked fun at her, but there were moments when she wondered if there was something more behind his teasing. She’d catch him staring at her a little too long when he thought she wasn’t looking, or notice how his smirk would falter when she mentioned another guy.

One day, after weeks of contemplation, Y/N decided she needed to know the truth. Was Seungmin just teasing her because it was his nature, or was there something deeper behind his sarcasm? She thought up a plan—a prank, really. It was risky, but she needed to see how he’d react.

That’s how she found herself texting him, her heart racing as she typed the message that would set the wheels in motion.

Y/N:

Hey, guess what?

Seungmin:

You finally figured out how to balance a chemical equation without my help?

Y/N:

Rude. I actually did that yesterday.

Seungmin:

Sure you did. 🙄 So, what’s up?

Y/N:

I have a date this weekend! 😁

Seungmin blinked at his phone, feeling an unexpected pang in his chest. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, but he couldn’t think of what to say. A date? With who? And why did that make him feel… like he’d just been punched in the gut?

Seungmin:

…What?

Y/N smiled to herself. It was working. She knew Seungmin well enough to know that he wouldn’t react well to the idea of her going out with someone. But still, seeing his short, blunt response made her a little nervous. What if she’d miscalculated? What if he didn’t actually care?

Y/N:

Yeah! Can you believe it? Someone actually asked me out.

Seungmin felt his throat tighten. His mind raced, trying to come up with a sarcastic comment, something to mask the flood of emotions he was feeling. But all he could think about was that someone else had asked her out first. That she was going to be with someone else, not him.

Seungmin:

I… didn’t realize that was possible.

Y/N:

🙄 Wow. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Seungmin.

His heart pounded. She was going out with someone else. The thought sent a rush of panic through him, and for a moment, he forgot how to act cool, how to pretend that this didn’t bother him.

Seungmin:

No, seriously. How do they even tolerate you? Like, do they know about your weird obsession with those cheesy romance novels?

There it was. Sarcasm. His defense mechanism.

Y/N rolled her eyes at his attempt to cover up whatever he was really feeling. She could practically hear his voice through the words, the way he tried to sound casual, but she knew him too well by now. There was something else lurking beneath the surface, and she was about to push him further.

Y/N:

You’re the worst. 😒

Seungmin’s mind was spinning. Why was this bothering him so much? He’d always made fun of her—teased her like it was nothing—but now the thought of her with someone else was making his chest ache in a way that terrified him.

Seungmin:

I’m just saying… whoever this guy is, he’s probably gonna regret it. ㅋㅋ

Y/N bit her lip. She was starting to feel guilty about the prank. But she needed to see where this was going. She needed to know if Seungmin actually liked her.

Y/N:

😑 Are you jealous or something? You’re acting weird.

Seungmin froze. His hands were shaking now. Was he jealous? Of course, he was. But he couldn’t say that. Not out loud.

Seungmin:

Why would I be jealous? I just care about your poor date’s well-being.

Lies. All lies. His stomach twisted with anxiety as he waited for her response.

Y/N:

Sure, Seungmin. 🙄

And then there was silence. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, but nothing came. He couldn’t joke about this anymore. He couldn’t laugh it off. The idea of Y/N with someone else was too much.

He stared at his phone for what felt like an eternity. His heart was racing, and the usual witty comebacks were nowhere to be found. He couldn’t breathe properly.

Suddenly, the words he had been avoiding for months—maybe longer—came spilling out, unfiltered.

Seungmin:

Fine. I care, okay? Happy?

And that’s how it happened. The confession neither of them had expected, brought on by a teasing lie. But Y/N’s heart soared as she realized that the guy she had fallen for—the guy who had helped her through every chemistry exam, even if he was a sarcastic pain—felt the same.

Now, all that was left was for her to confess it had been a prank.

Y/N stared at her phone, the screen lighting up with Seungmin’s message. She could feel her heart racing, and her stomach twisted with both excitement and guilt. She hadn’t expected this, not really. Her plan was to tease him, push him just enough to see if he’d slip, but not like this—not a full-on confession.

Her fingers hovered over the screen. She didn’t want to mess this up. She liked Seungmin, maybe even loved him, and this whole thing had been a stupid prank to see if he’d crack. But now that he had, she felt a pang of regret. She couldn’t just keep playing along; she had to be honest with him.

She started typing.

Y/N:

Wait… seriously?

Seungmin sat on his bed, his phone in his hand as he stared at Y/N’s message. His chest tightened as he reread what he had just sent her. He had really said it. He had just blurted out his feelings like some cheesy confession in one of Y/N’s romance novels. His hands were clammy, and he suddenly felt exposed, like he had just stripped away his sarcasm and armor, leaving himself completely vulnerable.

What if she didn’t feel the same? What if he had completely misread their entire friendship, and now things were about to get awkward?

He didn’t know what to say, how to fix this. Could he just backtrack? Turn it into a joke? His mind raced with possible escape routes, but none of them felt right.

Then, her next message came in.

Y/N:

Omg, Seungmin, it was a prank.

His heart stopped. A prank? She wasn’t serious about the date? All of the emotions he had just worked up, the fear, the anxiety, the pounding of his heart—it had all been over a joke?

Seungmin:

Uh.. What?

Y/N could feel her nerves kicking in. She hadn’t expected him to confess so honestly, and now she felt like she had gone too far. She didn’t want him to think it had all been just a game to her, because it wasn’t. She liked him too—more than she wanted to admit.

Y/N:

There’s no date. I just wanted to see how you’d react

Seungmin blinked at his phone, trying to process what he had just read. She had tricked him? She made him go through all that panic, just to see how he’d react? Anger and embarrassment rose inside him all at once. His fingers moved furiously over the screen.

Seungmin:

YOU DID WHAT?!

She knew she had messed up. Teasing him was one thing, but pushing him to confess like that—she hadn’t expected him to actually spill his feelings. And now he was mad. Really mad.

Y/N:

Don’t be mad!! I thought you’d just tease me like usual. I didn’t think you’d actually confess!

Seungmin tossed his phone onto his bed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. She had tricked him, but what really stung wasn’t the prank itself—it was how easily he had let his guard down. How he had thrown out all his sarcastic defenses, all his usual teasing, and shown her how he really felt.

And now? Now he had no idea how to take it back.

But then, his phone buzzed again. He sighed and picked it up, reading Y/N’s next message.

Y/N:

But hey… at least now I know you like me.

And… I like you too, pabo puppy.

His breath hitched. She liked him? For real? He blinked, reading the message again just to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. The anger he felt moments ago melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief—and something else, something warmer, more hopeful.

His heart, still pounding in his chest, began to beat a little lighter now.

Seungmin:

…You’re lucky I like you. Because that was evil.

Y/N smiled when she saw his message. That was the Seungmin she knew. She could almost hear his voice saying the words, that usual sarcastic tone back in play. She typed back quickly, her thumbs tapping across the screen.

Y/N:

Hehe, so are we still on for Saturday? But, y’know, together this time? And not doing chemistry… :)

Seungmin stared at her message, his lips twitching into a smirk. He couldn’t believe it. After all the teasing, all the banter, all the hidden feelings they both tried to ignore, it had come to this. A prank had forced his confession out of him, but maybe that wasn’t so bad after all. At least now he knew the truth.

He took a breath and replied.

Seungmin:

Yeah. Together.

But I’m never letting you live this down.

Y/N let out a sigh of relief, a wide smile spreading across her face. She had been worried for a second there, but it looked like everything had turned out better than she had hoped. Seungmin liked her—he actually liked her—and now, after all the teasing and awkward chemistry sessions, they were finally on the same page.

Y/N:

Deal. 😛

Seungmin tossed his phone back onto his bed and leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. He could still feel the adrenaline from earlier, but now it was mixed with something lighter—something that made him feel like everything had shifted between them.

He smiled to himself, thinking back on all their chemistry sessions. Maybe he’d have to find something else to tease her about now. Or maybe, just maybe, he’d actually let himself enjoy being with her without hiding behind sarcasm.

But that would be a problem for another day. For now, he was just happy. Finally.

And so, what had started as a prank ended with two confessions—both of them clumsy, unexpected, and a little bit awkward. But for Y/N and Seungmin, that was just perfect.

They had always been a little bit of a mess, after all.

[princeblue]

Sometimes I think about how the fandom has this perception of Giyuu as someone who is mercilessly bullied by the Hashira and can’t defend himself when that is literally not true, like. Giyuu continuously digs a hole for himself when he is around them, he uses these words like “im not like you guys” after he decides he’s going to walk out of the Hashira meeting because he thinks he can’t unlock the demon slayer mark.

And who wouldn’t look at Giyuu, a stoic man who hardly interacts with the other Hashira and uses words in a monotone voice saying he’s different from everyone else and not think “this guy thinks he’s above us” which is literally what Sanemi thinks when he sees Giyuu and Giyuu’s behavior.

Sanemi grew up a poor child in a poor town with people who did look down on him for his very existence, why would he not challenge and provoke someone who, in sanemi’s eyes, is saying he’s better/different than everyone else without no real proof?

And again, Giyuu is given two opportunities to explain himself, to actually say what he thinks about himself and his status of a Hashira. But he does not, and when he’s given the second opportunity (sanemi asking him “what do you mean by that”) he instead brushes off his fellow Hashira and continues to walk away, once again affirming this ideal of a person who thinks himself higher above the others.

At most the majority of the Hashira think of Giyuu with either curiosity or nothing at all, Sanemi and Obanai are the only ones who really don’t like him and voice their opinions on him which is always with contempt and Shinobu is the only one who is generally kind to him because she wants to be, and even then she has her moments of frustration and cruelty (“nobody likes you” in the mountains) which is what I assume is from how Giyuu holds himself and possibly her having the same ideal as Sanemi/Obanai but because of the persona she’s garnered for herself she’s not outright cruel and merely more passive aggressive but again, also curious. Which is where their friendship is sparked.

And this isn’t to say that Giyuu should spill his hearts and guts out to the Hashira, he doesn’t have to if he doesn’t want to. Depression affects people in many ways and there’s no denying he’s someone with an extreme amount of self hatred and depression, but he’s also a Hashira who held his own against an Akaza who was legitimately trying to harm him and unlocked his demon slayer mark, he is capable of defending himself, he is capable of saying “shut the fuck up.” When someone says something about him that is meant to harm his feelings, he’s not some uwu precious bean and if Giyuu had expanded what he meant, “im not like you guys, im weaker.” The Hashira; specifically Obanai and Sanemi, would have regarded him differently and might not have been as cruel.

All in all, it’s very justifiable that Obanai and Sanemi held contempt for him, again Giyuu only continued to make himself look worse in their eyes, but he’s not mercilessly bullied by everyone he comes into contact with, because while we’re at it he’s also a snarky asshole (“why don’t you go train more” when he ties up Inosuke, calling sanemi a simpleton when he says he can’t wait to unlock the demon slayer mark, calling Tanjirou weak/stupid when he’s a traumatized child who just saw his entire family dead and now this strange man is trying to kill his sister)

And it really really fucking bothers me when people hate on Sanemi and Obanai for this, Obanai is a little bit more harder to dive into for me personally, but I feel like his dislike is garnered by being a supposed special person above others and it only brought him pain and death. To him there’s nothing special about being special so why would he like someone who “claims” they are?

Again this isn’t to say that Giyuu owes everyone an explanation, but he’s not owed any kindness or comradeship when he appears as someone who is indifferent or views themselves as simply being higher than others.

[igotanidea]

Let's fuck up the friendship : J.T x fem!reader

how cute is that picture? UwU

request by @parkjammys (once again, thank you for making my day by posting pics of Outlaws!Jason today)

based on the prompt: "sometimes i look at people and think.. really? that’s the sperm that won?” With best friend Jason feeling really jealous seeing his best friend that he has a major crush on, talk to some guy (guy is Kyle Rayner) and he's mumbling "he's not even her type"

***

„Why is he here again?” Jason scoffed, carefully observing his best friend Y/N, talking to that stupid prick of a green lantern, Kyle Rayner.

“Dunno.” Dick, still in his Nightwing suit shrugged casually, while stuffing his mouth with cereals ‘probably something to do with the newest mission on Earth or something like that.”

“It doesn’t bother you at all?” Jason hissed, involuntarily clenching his fist. “that he just drops by whenever he wants?”

“No, not really.” Dick swallowed particularly huge piece of his meal and focused on his brother’s face. “does it bother you?”

It wasn’t a secret that Jason and Kyle weren’t exactly friends, but the former never reacted with such…. intensity. All right, most of the times the green lantern showed himself around Jason was throwing offences left and right, showing his teeth and acting like he was marking territory. Kyle, however did exactly the same thing. It was sort of tradition at this point. But all that teasing, fake fighting and extreme emotions never escalated so quickly to the point where Jason was all red (and not because of the helmet or the gear), grinding his teeth and subconsciously reaching for his gun while his eyes were fixed on one place in space. Or rather, one person.

Y/N.

She was talking to Kyle, laughing at whatever he just said, her eyes sparkling, looking happy like never before. And what was even worse she just hit his chest playfully. SHE TOUCHED HIM for fuck’s sake and that fucker really seemed to enjoy that.  On the other side, Jay did not like it at all. How could he? He had a massive crush on her since he could remember and yet, despite all his cool demeanor, harsh behavior and bad boy outlook, he was too self-conscious to ever confront her about it. Stupid, longing idiot, afraid of his own feelings. To tell the truth, he himself wasn’t sure if he was more afraid of the possibility of her pushing him away or rather the fact that by some miracle she might want him. He was not good in relationships, any of them, and that made his mind create crazy scenarios in which she was hurt or killed or sad or crying because of him.

But sure as hell he was not going to let Rayner get to her first!

She was just …. something different.

The girl who knew what she wanted and wouldn’t settle for anything else. The girl who would stand by you, listening to every rant and problem you may have, but also the one who would turn and run the second she got vulnerable. It was so damn hard, to get her to open up, since on 9 out of 10 cases she would just jump into helping someone else or dig into work.  

And she was his best friend.

What kind of fool falls for his best friend?

It was stupid and childish and naïve and yet, all he wanted and needed was to just approach her that very second, interrupt her happy conversation and use one sentence that would either make her hate him and disappear for good or get them both to a whole new level of relationship.

“Let’s fuck up the friendship.” God, how he wished he had the guts to just get it out of his system.

Instead he settled on watching her from the distance, not rushing to make a fool out of himself in front of both Dickhead and that freaking Rayner.

“Jace?” Dick interrupted his train of thought, smirking under his nose.

“What?!”

“Is this about her?”

“What? NO. Fuck no. She’s just my friend. My best friend.”

“Yeah, right, friends don’t look at friends that way.”

“Whatever!” Jason scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest sulking for a moment and sighing deeply. ‘I hate the way she’s smiling at him.” He mumbled “and she’s not even trying to hide it….” He pouted like a completely immature 5 year old.

“She’s an astrophysicist, Jason.” Dick patted his arm reassuringly “ You can’t blame her for being enthralled by all that crazy space-shit stuff he’s saying.”

“I don’t blame her.” Jason hissed “I blame him, you know? Do you ever just look at people and think: really? That’s the sperm that won?”

“No…..” Dick made a face in confusion. Damn it, if that were the thoughts coming into Jason’s mindthan it really was bad.

“Well, I do. And he’s the living proof of that.”

“Jason…..”

“He’s not even her type…” Todd muttered under his breath.

“And what exactly is her type?” Dick smirked again “Tall, dark haired, well-build douche? If you care about her …..”

“I don’t fucking care about her!” he yelled.

Too loud.

Whoopsy.

Not a chance she didn’t hear that, and the sudden outburst made her turn her head towards him. Shit, if he was red before, now he was simply crimson. Jason found himself between the devil and the deep blue see. Should he clear this little misunderstanding? Should he come clean? Or should he just run away leaving the ground burning?

“Jace?” she stuttered, her eyes growing wide, while Kyle took the chance and wrapped and arm around her shoulders protectively to give her some grounding “Is this about me?”

“Good luck, clearing that out, Jaybrid” Dick laughed, but hid it by pretending to sneeze.

“Shut up, Grayson!” Jason hissed through clenched teeth and slowly approached the girl and Kyle. “It was not about you. It was about some girl Grayson met and about whom he couldn’t shut up. You are my best friend, you know it, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, right, best friend’ she mumbled looking down, moving slightly closer to Rayner and away from Jason. Oh, that was like a slap on the cheek. Like a sting right through his heart. Like a….

Was it disappointment in her eyes?

No, it couldn’t be…. Why would she be disappointed?

“Anyway, if you don’t mind, Rayner” Jason used the unimaginable amount of power to control himself “I would love to rescue my best friend from your hand. I bet whatever you say about space must be out of this world, but there are people who actually need her on Earth. On daily basis. Not just while dropping from time to time and leaving her hanging.”

“Oh, Todd.” Kyle cooed “aren’t you just so cute while trying to act like a knight in shining armor. But guess what, she doesn’t need your protection.”

“Right. The only one who’s going to need protection is you. From me.” Jason leaned forward eyeing the other boy with predatory gaze ‘I know what you are plotting, Rayner. And if you think I’m going to let you use her….”

“Is someone jealous?” Kyle scoffed “cause sure it seems you treat me like a threat.”

“Why don’t we take it outside so I can show you how much I am not scared of you. Maybe this time you will deal with someone equal to you rather than seducing girls with your fake charm!” Jason jumped to his feet, Kyle following right after and the tension was so palpable that most likely they wouldn’t even wait to go outside, just beat the shit of each other right inside.

“ENOUGH!” sudden scream coming from Y/N made them both gasp in surprise. Neither Jason nor Kyle has even seen her this angry. She was practically fuming and it was terrifying to see this normally calm, communicative and focused-on-peaceful-solutions-to-problems girl in such state. And it was them who pushed her to this point. She was not a meta or any other kind of superhero but at that moment she held the power of the hurricane and was about to throw it at them.

Shit.

“Y/N…” Jason raised his hands and tried to calm her down.

“Shut up, Jason!”

“ You heard the girl, shut up, Jason” Kyle laughed viciously

“THE SAME GOES FOR YOU RAYNER!”

“I’m sorry….” He whimpered and it was Jason’s turn to laugh.

“I am TIRED of being your toy. Exhausted to be precise. I’ve been making doe eyes at you, Todd for months now. Doe eyes that you chose to ignore every. single. fucking. time. And yet, the moment I move on from this silly, stupid, fucking, one-sided crush you decide to step it and ruin everything. Just because you wanted to? Just because you what? You get jealous now? Fuck, Jason, do you really think you can just do whatever you want, whenever you want, not caring about the others? Not caring what I have to say? Oh, hell no. You don’t hold such power over me. Not anymore.”

“Y/N….” Jason took a step forward, but she jumped away, almost like he was a disease she didn’t want to catch.

“Get away from me!” she hissed “We were just talking, you idiot! I was being nice, not that you know what it means! I’m done with both of you!”

“Wait, what did I do?” Kyle asked, now a bit confused

“Oh, nothing, sweetie.” Y/N mocked “just telling me the shit of improbable stories to make Jason angry while watching me laugh with you. Yeah, I noticed that.” She cut Jason off the moment he opened his mouth to say a thing in his defense “Well, genius, I was laughing at you, wondering when will you finally realize that I did my research and don’t believe a word you say. Are you familiar with the word sarcasm?”

“Haha! Burn!” Jason couldn’t help but let out a laugh

“And you, Todd, should  learn the meaning of the word honest. You are both losers. I want nothing to do with you. I’m out.”

And so she left. The only sound they heard after that was slamming of the door to her room. She had one at the Manor since her expert knowledge was sometimes needed and she was helping the bats while patrolling at night.

And then chewing on the cereals.

“Well that was quite the show….”

“SHUT UP GRAYSON!”

***

“Y/N? Please, open the door. I just wanna talk.”  Jason was knocking at her door for like 10 minutes now and yet, she didn’t bother answering and he started losing all hope.  Did he fuck up? Was all the chances he had with her gone just because he was a stupid idiot In love and therefore acting like crazy?

“She’s not there, you know.”  Tim emerged from his room, bothered by all the knocking and begging.

“What? then where is she?”

“Hm…. Not sure if I should tell you after everything that just went down…..”

“How do you….? Fuck, whatever. I swear if you don’t tell me where she hid I would burn all the coffee shops in the tristate area!”

“I equipped them all with the fireproof furniture and equipment a while ago. Had a feeling that sooner or later you will threaten me with the lack of coffee….Listen to me carefully, replacement…” Jason took a step forward, towering over Tim’s figure but before he could take any action, another voice joined the conversation.

“Boys. Why do you always have to act like savages? Y/N escaped to the roof. Guess she was in need of some air after that little outburst.”

“Thanks, Steph.”

“Always a pleasure. “ she winked “Oh, and Todd? Make sure to fix it. I really don’t like this Rayner guy, either.”

***

“Was it Steph? I know it was her.” Jason could only do as much as step into the rooftop when Y/N felt his presence. Apparently the time with bats sharpened her senses.

“Y/n. I just want to talk.”

“Ok. Sit. Talk. I’m listening.” She patted the spot next to her and Jason took it without any hesitation. She was willing to listen, maybe not everything was lost.

“I’m sorry” he sighed deeply and that made her turn her head and look straight into his eyes just to confirm if he actually did say the words she heard coming from him

“Wow! That would be the first time I ever heard you say a thing like that!” she laughed

“I mean it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was playing around with you or anything like this. It’s just…. just…..”

“What, Jace? Come on, just say it. Just be honest with me. I won’t laugh or judge you, I promise.”

“I had a crush on you.”

“Had?”

“All right, I still do!” he threw his hands in the air “Are you trying to humiliate me now?”

“For how long?” she asked looking at the space in front of her, not meeting his eyes and missing the fact that he was eyeing her with love sick puppy eyes, begging whatever deity was there that she would let him love her. Despite everything. He would put all the work in proving to her that he could be better. For her. For them. And if that required honesty – so be it.

“A year.” He muttered, almost inaudibly.

“A year?!” she cried “seriously, Jason! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“How was I supposed to tell you?! I didn’t know if you were feeling the same way! I couldn’t risk scaring you off. I couldn’t risk…. Losing you. ”

“You didn’t notice all those times when I was making a fool out of myself just to get your attention? I mean really, doe eyes?”

“I’m…. I’m not good with all that flirting and teasing and relationship stuff. I … I don’t recognize it well. Besides, you are my best friend and ….”

“And what?” she moved her whole body, so now she was not only facing him, but her whole figure was turned towards him “Just say it. Please.” She begged, looking straight into his eyes, not faltering for even a second. “Say it, cause I don’t think I can.”

“I wanna fuck up the friendship.” He gasped, not really believing the words coming out of his mouth. But once he started he just couldn’t stop the flow “I want to love you. I want to have you to myself. I want to be yours. I want to be able to hold you, touch you, kiss you. I don’t want to be just friends anymore. I want to make you mine. If you let a fool like me…..“

“And it’s not just because of Kyle?”

“Fuck no! I don’t give a single damn about him! I care about you, Y/N. In a more-than-friends way. I’m done pretending. ” he whispered looking down, his cheeks a bit reddened. Not a long though since she cupped his cheek and made him look at her.  “Please, be mine”he whimpered

“Jason, can you promise me you won’t act like a male ego embodied again?”

“I can’t.” he shook his head in resignation “I can’t cause I care too much and can’t help getting possessive sometimes and…..” She didn’t let him finish leaning forward and pressing her lips to his. This took him a bit by surprise, since he thought she was going to ditch him for not being able to promise her what she needed. And instead, she was kissing him?

Damn it, not just kissing, that was clearly an understatement. She was laying all her love on him. Those sweet, soft lips he was dreaming about for so long were on his, brushing over his gently and yet with so much passion he was practically melting. He wanted more and yet, all that tenderness and intimacy of sharing first kiss in the privacy of nighted rooftop was something to enjoy rather than to destroy by any urgency.

And so, even if still confused, he followed her lead, choosing delicacy and softness. Maybe it was what they both needed and enough to get him high and drunk on the feeling of her. He could feel her with every cell in his body. Her touches, her smell, her affection for him. All of it combined.

He barely held back a whine when she pulled back.

“Does this mean you forgive me?” he whispered, his hands aching to touch her and hold her to his chest, but holding back because he needed her direct answer. “For acting like a dumbass?”

“You had me at I wanna fuck up the friendship” she laughed lightly, changing position and settling between his legs, not fighting or running away.  

“You have no idea how long I wanted to say it.” He answered, wrapping arms around her waist, pulling her closer and kissing her neck softly, inhaling the fresh scent of her shampoo “So long, baby… so fucking long…..”

“Glad you choose the moment when I was forgiving and merciful” she chuckled “’because you know, it could have backfired on you.”

“But you’re not leaving?” his grip on her tightened in a sudden fright this was all just a crazy dream and in a minute he would wake up in his own bed, alone and cold, still yearning for her, none of those words from before said in real life.

“No.” she put her soft hands on his biceps, caressing his skin and all those scars reassuringly “I made up my mind, Jason. It’s you. It’s always been you. I’m done pretending too.“ she turned her head and hid face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling her nose over his skin. “I love you.”

In the darkness of the roof, with almost no stars on the sky and with her eyes closed,  she didn’t notice few tears that gathered in Jason’s eyes and flowing down his cheeks.

He had her.

He finally had her.

And he was not going to let go.

[azaharinflames]

Thankyou for making that post about not making assumptions about the cast. I wish fandom stopped parasocialling with them so much, it's so weird. Not only the Oliver stuff but that Lou is this poor little heartbroken uwu baby and how the whole cast were awful for not defending him (I've seen alot of "and no one stood up for him!!" posts too).

None of us know these people! What someone puts (or doesn't put) on their public instagram is worlds away from what they may (or may not) say or communicate in private.

And it's kind of depressing to assume the worst of them (any of the cast) rather than just that they're professionals doing their jobs.

Fandom in the last few days has been so much fun with the plot speculation, fics, memes and stuff. I find the criticism of the plots and the writing (and Tim to an extent in his role as showrunner) satisfying, but not to take that to the actors. For me, it's much more enjoyable (and better for my mental health) to have fun with our blorbos in our sandpit and keep the characters and actors separate.

Thanks for letting me vent!

Hi, Nonnie! Thank you for venting in my inbox!

Happy to let you vent, and sorry it took me this long to answer. I kinda promised myself I was going to have a small break from Tumblr this weekend after my last post, and only let myself reblog some. Back here again though!

Yeah, I think it's very important to draw a line and keep it there. If we need a permanent marker, so be it. I come from the Marvel and Glee fandom, and especially in the latter I saw a lot of wild shit. Including Darren Criss's wife having to go private across all social media because of the insane stuff she was unfairly accused of. Hell, when (spoiler) Blaine and Kurt broke up for a while, Darren had to post a goddamn letter to apologise, because he feared the worst. Like. Insane.

And I've been seeing the crazy here as well from the B*ddie fandom, and I stopped checking that hashtag (can't check it even for their friendship) because of how wild it was. We are nowhere near what they do, don't get me wrong. But just because of that, and because this has been, hands down, the nicest fandom I've ever been on, I don't want us crossing lines in a moment of anger or disappointment.

And it's hard to know when to say something, too, because I do feel like the feelings we were dealing with were entirely justified. But as you said, it's better if we keep focused on the show and the, frankly, bad writing they are doing this season.

And yeah, I'm annoyed at the behavior of some actors, but I understand your point. I won't lie and say I liked how no one said a thing about the harassment Lou received, but I also know better and I know it is quite possible they talked about it in real life, and it is very much none of our business.

At the end of the day, Lou has expressed multiple times he was very happy to be in the 911 set, and even in his latest interviews he doesn't contradict this. He's a grown man who deserved to see all the love that we have for him after endless months of harassments, yes. But I also think he's a grown man who knows what he's doing and what he wants.

Anyway. This was long, sorry haha.

If anyone wants to vent, rant, or express their opinions, my inbox is open❣️

[will-you-pick-me]

Oh my god a fanwork??? The very first one of this blog??? Of course it goes to the amazing Lily / @restartheartvn uwu Anyways I maybe possibly finally got caught up on the Kenneth lore and realized he's a shit ton like an ACTUAL ex of mine, so here's me doing a lil' thing in honor of our diety of real-life representation Lily <3

Warnings/Content: My Sugar does have a backbone of some sort, Kenneth being Kenneth, ie. subjects of cheating lying and manipulation, threats of physical violence (from Sugar, not Kenneth), detailed description of post-stressor anxiety/panic attack, VERY BRIEF moment that could mayyybe be seen as s.h. ideation if you squint, very very vague allusion to weight criticism having been received in the past. Talk-down/cool-down zone from the contents is underneath the line of "~~~~", for anyone who may need it <3

"Dove, c'mon, you're exaggerating-"

"Exaggerating? Exaggerating?? Please, oh wise one, enlighten me as to what part of you cheated on me is an exaggeration?"

The man-child you'd almost called your husband all but rolled his eyes at you, huffing like an impatient toddler.

"You always do this now. Why can't I have my sweet little fiancé back? It's really hurtful, the way you've changed."

That startles a disbelieving laugh out of you, and you can't help but look at him like either he's insane, or you're about to be. Both are equally likely to be true, at this point.

"Hurtful? I'm the one being hurtful? You fucked my sister, Kenneth. And God above knows how many more you might have fucked. I'd call you a dick, but you're too fake for that, so dildo it is. At least the town is getting some good use out of you."

His expression is hard to read, as you spit out your pain at him in envenomed words. You're not sure if that was the best or worst insult you've ever given in your life, but at least it was heartfelt. Your whole body felt like it was vibrating with the energy of a live wire, jaw and temple sore from clenched teeth and repressed tears.

As much as you wanted to cry, you'd hate to give this asshat the satisfaction.

Apparently not repressed enough, though. Your stomach twisted sickly as you watched his expression soften, a hand reaching up to try and cup your cheek.

"Aw, c'mon Dove, don't be like that... You know I'd never do that to you, right? C'mere, let me wipe your tears..."

You hissed, drawing back and slapping away his hand. Like hell you were going to let him indulge in his fascination with your tears, and now of all moments. He had barely enough good sense to look vaguely shocked, at least. You took the chance while you had it, narrowing your eyes as dangerously as you knew how and letting all your anger growl out in your voice.

"Don't. Fucking. Touch me. You don't deserve to touch me with those filthy hands. You chose to be beneath me when you went and cheated."

At that, something finally seemed to snap behind his eyes, and his lip curled in a sneer, a humorless laugh escaping his lungs like the last bird flying from a wildfire.

"You think you're above me, you dumb bitch? You're too stupid to understand anything, it seems. You will never find someone else like me-"

"That's the fucking point. I don't want to find someone else like you ever again. You are a sad, miserable, useless, ego-inflated, self-absorbed, narcissistic, fucking ASSHOLE, and I want nothing to ever do with you again. Your family can go burn, their 'friendship' with my family can fucking burn, hell even my family can go burn for all I fucking care since they had part in this arrangement too. But I promise you one fucking thing, Kenneth, if you EVER try to touch me again, I'll fucking rip off the arm you tried it with and shove it down your throat."

You weren't one for violence, usually. You hated being violent. It was terrifying to become that kind of person. But right now, in this moment, you meant what you were saying to your asshat ex, and by the look on his face, you guessed he could tell you meant it, too.

You didn't dare break eye contact with him as you watched him slowly backpedal out of your apartment. Not when you felt so close to crumbling to the floor from your frayed nerves.

It felt like forever, before you heard the door click shut.

It also felt like forever, with a side of clouded and dazey, as you made the way to the door to lock it.

But as soon as you heard that lock click, you couldn't hold back the floodgates anymore - you crumpled, kneeling right there in front of the door, body shaking like an aspen leaf in the wind as you struggled to breathe, your breaths coming short and panicked, and your vision blurred and burned with tears that finally could be released.

You dug your fingers into the carpet, the only thing on hand to tether yourself to reality, and let your tears fall into the shag as it itched at your fingertips and cuticles with rough threads. A fleeting thought crossed your mind that maybe if it scratched at you enough, it would rub away all the skin that ever touched him - but it was gone and forgotten just as quickly in the haze of emotions.

You don't know how long you were down there. After a certain point, it just felt like one big blur of adrenaline and hurt, and you eventually found yourself choking and coughing just as much as you were sobbing.

The raw sensation in your throat, weirdly enough, was what finally started to pull you back from the edge and ground you back to reality, slowly cluing you in to other sensations - the stiffness of your fingers from your death-grip on the carpet, the burn of the carpet texture engraining it's pattern into the skin of your knees, the ache that pressed in a ring all the way around your head from crying so hard and so much.

You let out a slow, if shaky, breath. Then a small sniff, and wipe your eyes after slowly prying your fingers out of the carpet.

... You need a glass of water, before you can even begin to look ok again.

So you're going to go get yourself a damn glass of water. And it will have the sugary flavoring you like added, because nobody's here anymore to tell you it's unhealthy.

You're going to start taking back your freedom, one little treat at a time.

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Oof, hi! That was... a lil real of me, lmao. So here's a reminder that, if you're feeling a little shaky or dissociated after all that, please go get a glass of water as cold as you can stand it - that should help ground you, and also, hydrating is good!

Also remember that none of the above is real, it is simply fiction that is informed by a reality I've personally lived, and you don't need to be afraid - you're safe, and loved, and we care for you and your safety a lot <3 Please take all the time you need to recover, snuggle up in bed/on the couch with your favorite blanket and media, and treat yourself kindly :3

Here's some nice flowers to look at while you're here: 🌸 🌼 🌻 ✿ ❀ ✾ 💐 🌷

[randomthefox]

About Movie Tails with a jetpack, at first I thought the movie would just rehash a plot beat from the first one by "incapacitating" Tails somehow so he can't use his namesakes to actually fly, leading him to make a jetpack for the time being. Granted I've only seen the still shot but it still looks like his tails are spinning there, so I'm most likely wrong.

Either way, can I just point out that this jetpack looks pathetic af? I know Tails isn't exactly a heavyweight but that thing looks so dinky I doubt it would be enough to lift him off the ground, let alone propel him fast enough to keep up with Sonic (which he apparently has to do now despite having no issue in the second movie??).

Or, alternatively, we can just go with the simplest explanation: it's a glorified accessory for a planned toy/figurine.

It's complete bullshit no matter how you slice it.

It's completely redundant because Tails can ALREADY FLY and is indeed USING HIS TAILS TO FLY in that scene, so what the fuck is the jetpack even DOING? Tails also has magic glowy colors super powers just like Sonic and Knuckles do as established by the second movie which he used to fly through Green Hills at super speed, so what the fuck function is the jetpack even providing?

It's also entirely antithetical to the characterization from the video games. The ENTIRE FOUNDATION of Sonic and Tails friendship is that Tails could actually keep up with Sonic. Tails isn't as fast as Sonic at full speed of sound blast, but Tails is fast enough to keep pace. There is really nothing in the games nor the movie to imply that Knuckles is as fast as Sonic, nor faster than Tails.

The set up of the movie that Sonic and Knuckles are racing is absolutely ridiculous because SINCE WHEN WAS KNUCKLES SPEED AN ESTABLISHED PART OF HIS ABILITIES? In what fucking UNIVERSE does it even make sense to imply that Knuckles could even remotely stand a snowballs chance in hell against Sonic in a race, let alone in the movies where Knuckles has NEVER been portrayed as ever doing anything involving speed and has entirely been depicted as being a strength based character.

Oh but all of a sudden Knuckles and Sonic are really going bar for bar in a foot race, but poor inkly widdle babby booboo Tails he couldn't POSSIBLY keep up with either of them while they're taking it seriously and going as fast as they can (except Sonic since he can CASUALLY FREEZE TIME AT WILL in the movies but shhhh don't use your brain and remember that), so naturally Tails the character who can keep up with Sonic in the video games needs assisted mobility to be able to keep pace with Sonic and Knuckles, a character who has never been established to have super speed before, because he is babby uwu

Infantilizing Tails. It's not just for the comics anymore. The movies gotta get on the train of treating Tails LIKE SHIT too -_-

You're right the only rational explanation for the jetpack is they want to sell a toy featuring it

[best-habsburg-monarch]

Franz Joseph, Emperor of Austria, reign: 1848-1916

- Now greyer than the previous polls

Rudolph II, Holy Roman Emperor, reign: 1576-1612

He wanted to be an alchemist not an emperor

Propaganda Under the cut for both:

For Franz Joseph:

By: @minetteskvareninova

- as much of a poor little meow meow as Joseph II

- also known as Starej Procházka (ask @archduchessofnowhere I promise it's hillarious)

- was there not for a good time, but a long time certainly, and unlike queen Victoria doesn't even get the dignity of an era named after him!!!

- wholesome friendship with Katharina Schratt

- girldad (better not ask about his son)

- loved the great god Mars, even though Mars did not love him back, wore uniform all the fucking time, but his actually military record was. well. gotta love a boyfailure.

- conservative in principle, but smart enough to know when to fold 'dem (which is why the former monarchy didn't end up like Russia)

By: anonymous

- Dual Monarchy. HELLO.

- Constitution! (Italy immediately declared war after but ya know)

- Survived assassination attempts

- Doesn't lose territory to Prussian unification which is something I guess

- Shares 2 names with Hayden

For Rudolph II:

- THE ABSOLUTE BICON 💗💜💙

- Contributions to art and science!!! Alchemy, astronomy, painting etc flourished in his court we literally have some of the most beautiful baroque artefacts because of him

- Where do you think that pretty little crown in the polls icon came from

- Would rather do that than politics so real king

- Accused of doing occult? He's THAT astrology witchblr bitch

- Mental illness girlies rep!!!

- Possibly neurodivergent girlies rep also!!

- VERY misunderstood and poor little meow meow uwu everyone thought he was incompetent and horny and cray cray like it was a bad thing

- We've voted on twinks? BEARS need love too!!! 💅

- Would've LOVED tumblr tbh he walked so all of us today could run 🩷🩷🩷

Fun fruit portrait:

[polyamorousmood]

💟 Pleaseeeee do it again your ideas are so fun and I need suggestions!!! <3

okay okay more group date idea (thank you for requesting it uwu 💙💖🖤 )

Classic sleepover ⛺🔦-- you gotta stay up late, you gotta play truth or dare, pillow fort and/or fight HIGHLY encouraged. Even if you all live together, buy junk food and be a lil irresponsible and make a night out of it! Turn the phones off and do scary stories as the sleepover gods intended 👻

Expert Lessons 🧠📕👩‍🏫 -- could be a great video call date honestly? Each person is an expert in something, and they lead a lil activity to teach the others! Could be anything from a paint-along or friendship bracelet tutorial to "I'm a little too into birds so I'm going to teach you all the most common birds in your area" to "I know everyone else hates doing taxes, so I'm here to help and we're getting them done god dammit". Get to see your loves tall about something they're passionate about so its top tier.

Dramatic readings 📖🗣🎭 -- find the most cursed shit you can. I'm talking 18th chapter of My Immortal, I'm talking Hot Takes from your own tumblr circa 2012, I'm talking weird Pornhub comment section... then make your partners cold read them as seriously as possible. For bonus fun, have a judging system and give prizes for best reader and finder of worst things to read! Lots of laughs

[koreandragon]

One spring night was amazing. Not only did we get so many great women and relationships btw them we also got some important themes and stories domestic abuse, single parenthood for both men and women in Korea etc. And the best thing is all this and we got an amazing love story with a badass lady who is so well written and has friendships and a job she loves and dynamic relationships with her parents and siblings but also is so proactive in her relationship and while she makes mistakes she is as steadfast and strong in defending and protecting her boyfriend as he is her. It just honestly makes all these dramas lately pale even more in comparison because they seem to think we're stupid or something. Our brains can't possibly see something as feminist if it's not as performative as possible while also forgoing the actual point of most of these shows which is to make a romance. Like the male characters only|main purpose is to be in love and that's what drives all their thoughts and actions with zero regard for their individuality or safety or anything else at all on the other hand that's the female characters last concern and they can't possibly make decisions based on prioritizing the person they love lest they crumble where they stand because uwu girlbosses so it's like two different stories written by Jekyll and Hyde.

literally so tired of the hallmark movie Ambitous City Girl Learns To Love Again trope like i'm tired of all the girlbossery where women don't allow themselves to feel anything because we're in the age of the Strong Woman at least some bastardization of the concept and then she meets the clingiest motherfucker on earth to teach her to live laugh love like we just need women portayed as normal fucking people. i beg

[vladdyissues]

I guess, I'm too obsessed with Ghost King AU and cold-blooded Danny, so, I'd like to share some ideas of this theme with you:

• We can't say for sure what made ghosts change their minds and team up with Danny in the end of ep. "Reign Storm". Idk, is it a part of AU or just hc but I prefer thinking Vlad convinced them and his deal with Fright Knight meant FK helps them in Final Battle and Vlad helps him to get rid of the pumpkin curse.

• Danny was so terrified of his possibly death in the battle with Pariah, so, he accidentally eliminate his soul. I mean, that costume was real powerful thing and thanks to adrenaline Danny aimed to the core.

• Vlad was chosen by Observers to tutor young king for his new role. In 21 year Danny will be crowned.

• Now, Pompous pep! Vlad and Danny were still arguing first but soon became really close. Tucker was jealousy even before Danny realised his feelings to Vlad.

• Vlad could finally forgive Jack due to his friendship with Daniel, and Danny found a cozy shelter with hot chocolate on Christmas (I don't think grinch ghost accident cancel Jack and Maddie Christmas argue tradition)

• All 7 years Vlad was making nourishing lunch for Danny. Thx to that Dan grow up a handsome, strong and high man UwU (Sorry, Sam, your light salads can't do that)

• Danny announced the engagement of him and Vlad on the coronation. Yeah, for the entire Ghost Zone

(Jack knew all the time. Jack shippered them from the very beginning; so poor he wasn't invited)

• On the wedding there were flying platforms as dance floor. And wedding rings where you must drop your ectoplasm in your partner's ring. With these rings lovers can feel each other whereever they are.

• Sam must be sad but I'm happy for Vlad. He's such a perfect wife.

• Phantom the King will start the new era of peace between 2 worlds

("Well, maybe not all. But I certainly will," Vlad said.)

[darkbluekies]

UWU

OMG, I've been thinking a lot about your stories after reading the story with Dr. Kry's daughters, I was thinking about how all the characters would connect, I like to think that everything happens in the same world (with alternative timelines for some stories), here is what I came up with.

Assuming that the story “Make things right? Or make them worse?” It's canon (for the sake of theory), Lydia goes to a private school right? There he could have met Hedwig since she used to go to a private school before we met in “I've got my eye on you [♥︎♡]”, if you would like Lydia to take the place as (Y/N), I could be Hedwig's love interest connecting the 2 characters, but if you don't like the idea that much, then she could just be one of his old friends, the ones he had before he met (Y/N).

Okay, okay, this connects Hedwig and Dr. Kry in the same timeline, then there could be Jerry, but since I don't think it's very likely that he knows Lydia since I don't think she frequents the clubs and parties that Jerry frequents. On the other hand, it is possible that Silas sees her by chance and catches her attention, becoming Silas's love interest, taking the place as (Y/N), and if this happens, the “Cat & Mouse” thing could happen [ ♥︎ ♡🖤🌧👥️☆] Ft Silas” and so Jerry would meet Lydia, now connecting 4 of the 5 characters.

Finally, only King Edmund remains, but to include him, it could be canon what you once mentioned, that he was Hedwig's ancestor, including him in the timeline.

Now that the 5 characters are included, I want to include some variations or additional things, such as Dr. Kry and Hedwig's father being known, for being the same age, being parents of daughters of 17-19 years old, perhaps he gave her some help with Hedwig's mother, or vice versa, Hedwig's father helped her hide her activities when (Y/N) was still in the hospital, perhaps they are friends or at least acquaintances, this would facilitate the existence of the friendship between Lydia and Hedwig, or in another case, their relationship, since Hedwig's father would be on his daughter's side and Dr. Kry I don't think he cares much if Lydia is in a relationship or not, or if she starts spending some nights at Hedwig's house.

Some problems that I still haven't solved with this theory are that I can't think of a way for Dr Kry, Silas and Jerry to exist at the same time, that is, when they are young (or at the age they are in most of your stories. ), Silas could be the same age as Dr Kry and also have his 3 daughters, but I don't know what would happen with Jerry, there is also the fact that there would be at least 2 (Y/N) at the same time, 3 if Silas and Jerry do not share and 4 if Lydia does not replace a (Y/N). In the first case, there would only be Lydia's mother and Hedwig's S/O, Lydia being with Silas and Jerry.

I know that King Edmund's is missing but since he existed many years ago I won't tell him, unless you are interested in a Modern AU where he is the king of a country, but this would not allow him to do the things he does in his stories, for example. at least not so openly, otherwise it is difficult to make it exist and others at the same time.

Thank you very much for reading, I LOVE your stories, I would like to know what you think about this theory I made.

Wow, I didn't expect it to end up being such a long text hahaha.

PS: Sorry for the grammatical errors, English is not my first language.

omg this was so cool to read, escpecially that you remembered all the little details!

I like to think that they connect in one way or another. Here's my candidate for how they could fit! Bare with me:

All of them are in the same age, except for Edmund, but Hedwig and Edmund are distant relatives so they're connected. Jerry and Silas are in the same industry and I have said that they could be boss and second in command in the same gang since that's their positions. Dr Kry is connected because they could go to him if they're sick. Other than that, I'm not very sure haha, you are smarter than i am.

This was really interesting to read though omg i'm impressed that you wrote all of this

[xxmoonch1ldxx]

UwU could you write an ianthony fic about them standing on that faithful balcony and Ian suggests buying Smosh? Then we hear Anthony's inner monologue bursting into actual speech, going on a long rant about how he's thought about it for months(years)(ever since or even before he quit lmao) and being SO excited? Ian being like, "chill, bruh". But loving it too. And they stay up talking way into the morning. Just being so excited and their friendship really clicking again. UWUUUUU that would be so wonderful UWUUUUUU

I am sorry as this is not my best work, but I tried to do this prompt justice 😌 Our boys deserve to be happy <3

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Ian felt a weird sense of déjà-vu as he gratefully accepted the beer that Anthony was handing him.

They were hanging out on Anthony's deck, the sun shining nicely on his skin and the wind slightly waving his curls left and right. Ian was hit with a wave of nostalgia about the young adult he had once lived with, them outside in their backyard and hanging out around a poorly-made campfire. Anthony always claimed that doing it old-style was better, trying to chaffe the rocks in vain until he would just bring paper and a lighter. It happened every time, and Ian never failed to laugh at his best friend. 

He missed the young, stupid boy he had been best friends with. But then again, it was mostly nostalgia, because against all odds, he and Anthony were outside on his deck and laughing together just like they used to. This ‘new’ Anthony was different, sweeter but still as funny and hard-working. Ian didn’t hate this. He certainly didn’t hate going to dinner with him and talking with him until the sunrise, that same magic in the air that used to sweep them off their feet when they were younger.

Ian knew he had his best friend back and he couldn’t be more grateful for that. Still, there was something missing in his life.

A magic he hadn’t felt in over a decade when he stood inside the Smosh building. A magic he had bits of with his crew, but that could never quite compare.

Nobody truly did compare. And if Anthony had welcomed him inside yet again this month, was sharing a beer with him and laughing just as hard as he did when they were teenagers…

Maybe Ian could be brave. They did promise each other to be more open. The worst he could be told was no.

Or so, he hoped. But still.

“Hey, man…” 

Anthony hummed. Ian's heart was in his throat.

“What if we…What if we bought back Smosh?” 

Anthony's mouth fell agape for a second. His own heart was beating inside his chest so hard he wondered if he had hallucinated the words.

“Are you…Are you, like, for real?” He eventually asked after a moment of silence, his mind already overheating with thoughts.

For a long time, he had dreamed of buying back Smosh, owning their company back and being able to do what they truly wanted. In the last years, that was all he could think about, the only solution to not let their baby crash down. Yet, seeing as this was not possible, he had come to resent Smosh for a couple of years after he left. Telling himself that nostalgia was the only thing making him fond of those times, because truly, Smosh hadn't been what it was back when they started for a pretty long time. Anthony had this ache in his chest every time he saw the company he had created and especially the man with whom he had created it with.

Then, Anthony had stumbled upon a Smosh rabbit hole while scrolling on tiktok. Days where the only thing he did when he had free time was to look back at their old content, their sketches and the gaming videos. Days where he laughed genuinely at the antics he and his once-had-been best friend had imagined and done, days of intensely missing the man who had once been the most important person in his life.

Then, they had reconnected. Thanks to Diana, he had been able to sit next to Ian and freely talk to him, joke with him for what felt like a few mere seconds but had lasted hours. His chest had felt tight but light once had come back home, Ian's number in his phone and ideas spinning in his mind already.

They did not ease down the more time he and Ian spent together. All he could think about was the nights they spent writing and laughing until they couldn't breathe, the better and funnier stuff they could do together now that they were more mature. For the first time in what felt like forever, Anthony had this lightness in his chest at the mere idea of spending time with Ian, a permanent smile on his lips that reminded him so strongly of the magic they could create together back then. He had found his best friend again, and he wanted nothing more than to keep making him laugh and create with him until the wee hours of the morning.

“I mean, that was just an idea,” Ian answered quietly, fiddling with his fingers. There was a palpable anxiety in his tone, but it was earnest. 

Ian wanted them to own Smosh again. Together.

They could do so many things. They could write sketches again! New, original sketches! And they could probably use a membership or something in order not to censor everything, and they could even reconstruct the old smosh house! The press-alike studio had tons of empty spaces Anthony knew he could use for that!

“Dude!” Anthony jumped up, his face lightening up with the biggest smile. “I was just thinking about this! I've thought about that for years, man, ever since we started losing control over our scripts. We could write new sketches! They'd be even funnier and better since we have more experience, and we could even use the rest of my studios for a new Smosh house, it'd be so cool! We could redo the CD wall, it looked so dope! And we could even launch new contents, I've got sooo many ideas, I've thought about it for months! And then we could use a membership or something to not get demonetized, you know, but I'm sure it'd work! Oh My God, imagine if we worked on a new Food Battle? It'd be so fun! We'd need to find a new food but I'm sure it could be dope, and we could even ask Ryan and Brian to participate! Oh! What if we made an announcement video and your mom was in it? That'd be so cool, dude!”

Ian's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched Anthony gesticulate and pace back and forth when he spoke. The train of his thoughts didn't seem to stop, and Ian wasn't even sure he understood everything he was saying, considering how fast Anthony was talking. Yet, the man looked overjoyed, excited in a way Ian hadn't seen in years. His eyes were shining with joy, something else delightful to watch come to life. Ian was having kind of a whiplash for a second; Anthony was in front of him, jumping with any idea that ran through his mind, his curls bouncing as he moved and his combat boots stomping on the ground echoing loudly. 

He was like a little kid who had just been told he was going to Disney Land. A little kid with tattoos trailing up to his neck and heavy rings on his fingers. 

Anthony might have changed, in the few years they were apart, but at his core, he was still the same. His smile still shined so bright the sun could be jealous, and his eyes still sparkled with an intensity Ian had never witnessed anybody else possess.

His chest felt heavy with feelings, with emotions. 

“Holy shit, Anthony, chill,” Ian exclaimed. The expression painted on his face looked weirded out, but Anthony could see the little hopeful smile that stretched his lips.

“C'mon, dude, wouldn't that be soooo cool? We could do so many things! I even received an armory last week and I can't do anything with it, since I do interviews, but we could so use that in a sketch, it'd be so fucking dope!”

And there he was gone again, blabbering endlessly about ideas Ian was only half following. However, there was still that smile on his lips, one that could only grow as he felt Anthony's joy radiate in waves over him.

Anthony was right. All of that would be so cool. They could do so many cool things now that Ian was also excited about.

He had no idea how they would go on about this, or if their writing chemistry still really existed, but he believed in it. He was ready to try, ready to see what was possible and to fight to have his best friend back by his side. Ian was ready to try whatever he could do to make their vision come true, and even if he didn't know where he was going, he was fine with Anthony by his side. That was all he really needed.

“A new food battle would be pretty cool. But I'm not sure anything can beat my pink frosted donut, you should know that.”

Anthony gasped. “Excuse me? I've beat you like, three times. I could do it again.”

“Three times? Dude, you only won once. Don't be so delusional.” 

Ian's laugh was cheerful, one that made Anthony's heart soar in that familiar way it did whenever they were together. God, he had missed that feeling. 

“Okay, well, I could win this year. I'm sure. You don't know what I'm capable of!”

Ian thought that, indeed, there were still a few things he was unaware of when it came to this new version of his best friend. He was okay with that; they had all the time in the world to learn everything about each other again, to love and experiment. Ian was eager to know everything, already.

Eager enough to spend the entire night outside, throwing ideas left and right and laughing until they were rolling on the floor. And as the sun rose, Ian couldn't help but feel his heart fluttering in his chest. His best friend truly was back. They were going to own Smosh again, together against the world; or at least, that was what he hoped.

With Anthony by his side, nothing seemed impossible.

[s-ephiroth]

ranting on here for once instead of twt (which is back for me!) because i'm too lazy for the thread format and i must yell A LOT

it's about cid, and angeal deniers in ec...

like, i'm absolutely hating the lengths some people have to go just to be all "cid will come first" or "i would prefer if cid came out first"

you can just say you prefer a character over another without dissing one of the characters, saying shit like "oh but he's just a bad zack clone/bootleg so he's not important the way cid is", "you're doing selective reading on the interview", "i'll quit the game if angeal comes first", "what's there to explore anyway," etc.

like excuse me if maybe i'm biased towards the guy, but being someone who does have some impact in sephiroth's life, i think angeal is much more important than "guy who has a beef with shinra over the space program and drives our airship"

sephiroth is a driving force of the main ff7 plot

if not for cloud chasing after sephiroth around the world, cid would stay in his near backwater rocket centered town yelling at shera and not going anywhere (aside from maybe driving the bronco around, if you consider rebirth additions and the implications of him owning the bronco in og)

sephiroth, cloud and aerith are the driving forces of the ff7 story and anything directly relating to them in any way will be always more important

angeal is sephiroth's friend (and if you read into it, sephiroth's anchor). sephiroth's behavior through cc is impacted by his friendship with him and genesis both; showcasing that sephiroth's loyalty is not fully shinra's, that he's willing to ignore orders, dump missions on others and make his own rules if that means possibly helping both angeal/genesis survive

hell, after angeal dies, before nibelheim and with genesis possibly still alive, sephiroth has enough of a wake up call and decides he'll abandon shinra depending on the circumstances

cloud's sword was angeal's before it was zack's, and aerith was there when zack mourned the loss of the guy by his own hands

cid's character arc is mostly done in og; he goes through the domestic violence arc and "i'll join you because that's dumb as fuck, i like that plan" to "oops, the woman i yelled at and scared and blamed all these years for something that i chose to do was actually right". he gets a few extra tidbits in the extended compilation (i.e: marrying shera, naming an airship after her, working for wro now, having met ifalna in the past) but they're afterthoughts. the character was already explored

all of this to say that people saying angeal has no/lesser importance to the narrative than cid is fucking insane shit

i get people not liking him (it's not easy to because we're given crumbs of character exploration and also the way people behave towards mentally ill characters not acting 100% as they claim their moral code to be), i get people not wanting to play as him for the possibility of Yet Another Sword User™, i get people liking cid for whatever reason

but the fact that they feel they're obliged to jump into the discussion whenever someone shows the slightest amount of angeal hype in the chat to go "but naaah, cid is in the data, so cid gotta be first uwu" or "cid superior" or some other crap? it's driving me nuts

like imagine being so against the exploration of a character who needs it because he got crumbs in canon that need expanding to also further the main antagonist's tale, to the point you have to use other character already being in the data as justification

just say you're an og purist and go at that point, smh

"oh, i'll quit if angeal is first"

it'll be fucking hilarious if that happens, would love seeing that kind of person quit so much

[sapphire-weapon]

First off i wanted to say i appreciate you always sharing your true opinion without muddying it up too much or trying to appease people. The honesty is very refreshing!

Okk anyway i keep seeing this take going around and wanted to know your thoughts on it (i have my own, but):

Leon in infinite darkness asks shen may out to dinner once and then later is looking forward to dinner with Claire. Do you see both of these incidents as platonic? The first one reads as flirting to me and the last one seems like an intentional ship tease from the writers (before uh, yknow, making the encounter end on a sour note... look, that one hug they share when leon saves her is ship tease 100% they know what theyre doing)

A lot of people seem to think he is just innocently wanting a meal and I kind of get that vibe with Claire I guess but... ... ... ANYWAY what are your thoughts. I think people are just simply afraid of whore leon

The way I look at it is that my goal first and foremost is to analyze the story text in a serious way -- and it's impossible to have a productive conversation about narrative, characterization, and use of literary tropes if I treat every single possible interpretation of the text as valid. There needs to be some uniformity to what I'm saying, or else there's no point in having the conversation.

That, and I also feel like there's no point in having this little community at all if we can't be honest with each other. Friendships aren't built on uwu. They're built on a sincere exchange of common interests and ideas.

So, I'm really grateful that we've all found each other. It's been so fucking awesome to meet so many people who are genuinely interested in a literary analysis of RE's story and want to brainstorm ideas and piece through things together as a team -- because this has never been my experience in RE fandom before, over the full 25 years that I've been here.

I love u all very much ❤

Ok, so as for your actual question --

I pretty much agree with your interpretation of what's going on there.

People really need to get the fuck over this weird, puritanical pearl-clutching they're doing and being scandalized by OG Leon being a slut canonically. OG Leon tries to fuck Hunnigan at one point, for god's sake.

Because, like. If you try to handwave away or whitewash the way that Leon is pure testosterone; he's a walking hard-on looking for a hole throws himself at people, you're erasing and overlooking a really big part of his character.

Leon is lonely and he fucking hates himself.

The way that this manifests/the way that he expresses this is different between Remake and OG, but that fact about him never goes away. Remake Leon puts up walls and self-isolates as though he's trying to protect everyone around him from the misfortune of having to know him, but OG Leon does the opposite. OG Leon is constantly giving more and more of himself away in the hopes that, eventually, there'll be nothing left.

So, there's a few different things going on there when he asks out Shen May and then Claire in ID.

With Shen May -- yes, he is actually asking her out. That is a legitimate offer for a date that he will go into with the intention of putting the moves on her and having it end in sex.

He does this not just because she's a hot girl -- though, of course he does think she's a hot girl -- he does it because he feels enough of a connection to her that, if she were to go out with him once, he could use that as a way to trick himself into thinking he's still worth other people's time -- even if for just a few hours. Again: he's really fucking lonely. No one person ever stays in his life long enough to form a meaningful relationship with him (platonic or otherwise), but if he can take a girl out to dinner -- hey, that's something, right?

And if he were to actually fuck her, he'd be able to lose himself in her wants and desires for long enough that he can forget how much he fucking hates himself. If he were to feel her hands on his body, he would actually feel wanted for a change. And if he were to make her come, he would feel needed -- and, if he were to make her come more than once, that would be even better. (Remember: Leon is "The Protector." He needs to be needed. He's probably the master of foreplay and will tease and touch and put his mouth on a partner for well over an hour before he actually fucks them.)

And, ever since being kidnapped by the CIA, the only way that Leon has ever been needed or wanted or useful in any way has been through physical means and the use of his body. That's why he defaults to sex as a coping mechanism before he gives up and just starts drinking. He might not have any value as a person, but as a physical body and an object -- well, that's a different story.

Leon objectifies himself, is what I'm saying.

With Claire, though, it's a little bit different.

Yes, it's ship bait -- but it's very mild ship bait, because the context for this one is way different.

Leon isn't being sincere with Claire when he says what he says. He knows that Claire didn't call him or meet up with him because she wants to go out with him or is looking for a booty call. He's not stupid (mostly).

Leon is being sarcastic and self-deprecating when he tells Claire that he was hoping she was going to want to get dinner with him. It's a sad joke to him, because, in his mind, the thought that Claire would be interested in him at all is actually ridiculous.

Because Claire knows him in ways that Shen May didn't. He can't charm his way into Claire's panties by pretending that he's something more than -- or that he's someone -- that he's not.

Claire doesn't need him -- Claire has never needed him, and Leon has absolutely no reason to believe she wants him, either.

What good is he to her, really, when she already knows the truth? She knows that Leon's only real use is as a weapon -- that he's not good for literally anything outside of an active bioterrorism situation. She knows that he fucks up everything he ever tries to do in his personal life. So, why would she want him? Why would she ever want him?

She doesn't. That's why she's about to disappear from his life again for maybe another six years. Maybe more. Because he's not worth being around.

At least, that's what his brain tells him.

It's a really self-defeating mindset that turns into a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Him talking about getting dinner with Claire is a joke, and the punchline is his own opinion of himself.

[daz4i]

I'm gonna sound a bit bitter for a sec so sorry for that, but i think the reason i can't get into most fyolai fics and such, in addition to a lot of ppl just straight up getting nikolai wrong as a character, is the flattening of their relationship in general and making it almost basic? or rather, i guess, just simplifying it, making it almost one sided at times

basically what i see people interpret them beyond what's in plain text is 1 nikolai is the only person to call fyodor a friend, thus making him stand out in his mind, and 2 they're both the same brand of weird/got the same quirks or sense of humor etc

which are both well and true imo. but my problem is, this is where it stops. this is what i mean by simplifying. it feels like it's only engaging with the tip of the iceberg of what they got going on, and it's a shame because their relationship can be so spicy

i think what makes fyolai interesting - in addition to the whole "i love him and that's why i want to kill him, i can't bear the thought of being tied to a person" - is that while fyodor is the first person to see nikolai, nikolai is the first person to outsmart fyodor

it almost feels like the reason people make fyodor like nikolai is for the sake of making a story about them happen and that's it. now, it's a romantic(?) fanfic, that's understandable, that's how most of them start. but it does feel unearned and at times even out of nowhere and pointless

nikolai is the first person to show fyodor that humans aren't as predictable as he thinks. that yes, he could read him, but not fully, not enough to actually manipulate him. that his method of cutting off all other possibilities is not perfect, and that at least nikolai will always get himself a way out. that's huge!! we've never seen anyone outsmart fyodor! the closest we got was whatever he's got going on with dazai, and he seems to be prepared for everything dazai throws at him anyway bc they're so equal. but honest to god going outside of his plan? ruining his plan, even? nikolai is the only one who could do it.

think about how that can impact fyodor's character! his world view! a blow to his pride that might actually change him as a person! this can be so interesting!!!!

i feel like this ship should be more about that. about how they're each other's special person - not because of titles of friendship, but because they truly challenge the way the other sees life

now, i will say, i don't expect fic writers to delve this deep into each character. it's just a hobby at the end of the day. let me emphasize, this post isn't to actually attack anyone, more like an observation with some bitterness about something i am well aware does not actually matter, bc i want to let it out and maybe change the way people see this ship if they agree. so i hope i made you see it this way, just like fyodor might show nikolai he's not as alone in the world as he might want to be, and nikolai can show him the same in return uwu

[revivemyreverie]

💔😘💛💚 for Winston and Lotsie if possible? uwu -pdorm

💔 = Has your muse ever been heartbroken? If so, explain what happened.

🤠.

Winston’s first and only heartbreak is a really silly story, actually! When he was little, he and his twin sister would watch this show called Dylan’s Ranch. It was about a cowboy helping townsfolk around his little western town. It was a small show, but Winston ended up hooked onto the idea of being a traditional cowboy hero. But in the end, the show got cancelled before the next season even began, and it left poor 12 year old Winston in shambles.

Although, its end marked Winston’s first steps into stardom!

🧸.

Without spoiling Toytoriya’s chapter too much, I’ll let it be known that Lotsie will be heartbroken 3 times in his life. The first two already happened! The first came from his parents, who thought his dream of creating children’s shows is ridiculous. The second comes from his childhood best friend, who thought it be necessary that Lotsie was told to grow up and that he’s too immature to be even associated with him anymore. But the 3rd heartbreak… that hasn’t come yet! Still, time is a precious thing, and Lotsie knows his time with his classmates is fading fast.

😘 = Does your muse like to flirt? Do they like to be flirted with?

🤠.

To flirt at someone? Most times no, mostly because he’s bad at it. To be flirted with? Yes, but you have to be very obvious about it because he’s bad at it!!!! Winston’s fan base is particularly sweet with him, so he doesn’t bat an eye if you call him cute, handsome or even give him a suggestive wink or two. In my head, I think flirting with someone as oblivious as Winston can be a challenge in itself.

🧸.

Lotsie doesn’t mind the idea of flirting, but is said to be uncomfortable whenever someone makes advances towards him, especially if they’re a friend! I’ve talked about it before somewhere, but Lotsie dislikes the idea of a friendship evolving into something more. It likely has to do with his opinion on change and the future. He doesn’t like needing those expectations all of a sudden!

💛 = In what ways does your muse express their love to their partner

🤠.

Winston likes to be extravagant with their feelings LOL. He’s someone who’s leave a giant bouquet of roses at their door in the morning and sing them a song by the afternoon, cute things like that! I’m sure that if his S/O complained about it, he’d quite the crazy gifts immediately, but I’m sure he’d still find a way to be over the top all the time with love. Maybe he’d find a way for you to wear some fancy jewelry you got him, or start calling you really cute nicknames.

🧸.

Unlike one of his favorite classmates, Lotsie is far more silent about expressing feelings towards his lover. To him, all that matters is that every second they spend together is a happy one. Still, he’s very private about being directly affectionate. He can do basic things like holding your hand in public or pecking you on the cheek, but for him to do stuff like cuddling or any kinds of PDA outside of a small kiss requires for the two of you to be alone!

💚 = Does your muse get jealous easy?

🤠.

Absolutely.

🧸.

Depends on what exactly he envies.