#so i wrote this a little while ago

[silhouette-anon]

[im gonna include simon above the cut because this is SUPER long. other characters below the cut] [i know im quite late .. sorryyy]

SIMON

FAVORITE PEOPLE: She's so pretty, and the kindest girl I've ever met. She's saved my life multiple times, and I would do anything for her sake..

He's my best friend, my other half, and I.. I don't know where I would be without him. I miss him.

He's a bit... Chaotic, at times, but I still appreciate his friendship, and I know he cares a lot. I like being around him, honestly.

He doesn't know how to take care of himself, but he's still wonderful to be around. He has so many different interests, and he cares much more than he says he does. And he owes me all my money back.

And..

She was very sassy, she's my sister, she had so much artistic talent, and she's going to be- ..She was going to be amazing in the future.

LEAST FAVORITE: He always smelled like smoke, he didn't bat an eye no matter what happened, and he always brushed everyone off. He acted like things were fine and they never were... But, even then, I'm still sorry for what I did to him.

She tried to torture me. What more do I have to fucking say?

...I don't know how to feel about him. I can't really blame him for what he did, I guess. Maybe I should even thank him. Without him, I wouldn't have met her, right?

They lied to our face. They acted like they cared, they acted like they could buy our love. All they ever sent were pre-written post cards and they promised to be there for your birthdays, and they never were.

ZOMBIE?

FAVORITE PEOPLE: He's beautiful. He's so funny, and caring, and he deserves bette--

She's smarter than she gives 'erself credit for, and she's destined for a better place than this hellhole. I hope that she eventually understands how much we care 'bout--

Even if we haven't talked very much, he was kind to me, and I.. Really hope things are going better for him. I wonder if he would still be kind, even to someone who has nobody's memor--

Every goddamn room he's in, immediately brightens up. He knows everyone's names, everyone's birthdays, and he's given everyone a chance. A bit naive, yea, especially considering I ended up being one of the first people he called a friend, but it's not exactly a bad thing. He should be more careful, thoug--

He can be a bit.. concerning, and scary, although he let me live with him for a long while, and I'm really grateful for that... Does he know?? Does he know anything about how I got here? Does h--

Does he probably hate me? Yea. Is he Caleb's best friend? Also yea. Automatically means he has my approval. Don't tell him I said this, but every morning, I'm the one who keeps makin' his favorite coffee and settin' it on the counter for him. I wonder if he realiz--

All of those people, fighting for a great cause, fighting to save a kingdom, and I could barely even aim my gun. I didn't even know how to talk to them. Do I even deserv--

What they would say if they saw me now? Good ol', charmin' Zach, gone from a jock with so much potential and a good will to a corrupt deputy in a nowhere town.

LEAST FAVORITE: I don't know why she shot me. She said something really weird at the time. I.. I should ask her about it. Do I really want to talk to her? If anything, she hates m--

BASTARDS! PAYING ME TO COVER UP THIS SHIT, I FUCKING HATE WORKING FOR THEM! ALL OF THEM! I HATE THEM! I HA--

She's asked me if I eat brains. I.. I don't even.. I don't even know what to say to that, honestly. I think I'm worried that she thinks I'm a friend. Is that rude to say? I don't kno--

He's always looking at me with this blank look in his eye. He won't say it, but I know he's already given up on his sister. I have too, to tell ya the truth. I don't know how to help him, I just... Maybe- Maybe I can figure something ou--

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate his ragged, blonde hair. I hate his endless stare. I hate his annoying cluelessness, I hate his shyness, I hate his loneliness. I hate the false badge that's pinned to his chest, I hate his fake name, I hate his nothing past, I hate him. I hate him. I HATE HIM.

I hate me.

CLOWN

FAVORITE PEOPLE: He tolerates me!!!! Although he's realllyyy annoying. I like him!!! He makes mee... Happy. Yeah!! Entertained. I still think he should let me do whatever I want forever though. MY LOYAL FOLLOWER!!!!! WE SHALL BRING CHAOS UPON THE CIRCUS!!!! SHE IS ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL!!!!!!

Oohh, Carbine, Carbine, I hate him. He's so fun to fight. I hate the way he won't die. He's such a challenge. He's different. The way he cares is so intriguing!!! I hate the way he tried to give up so easily. He shouldn't do that. He's... Entertaining. He should stick around.

FELICIA!!!!! I think the way she looks at me is funny. I know she hates me. I know she wants me gone. I want to kill him all over again just to see the look on her face.

I taught a lady how to juggle chainsaws, I think. A while ago. I should TALK TO HER AGAIN!!!!!

Well, you know, I can't just gloss over the person who gave me a body!!! It's a shame he didn't live that long, though. I shouldn't have killed him so fast!

Gryphon. I wonder if he's still alive?

LEAST FAVORITE: Stupid guardsman, stupider Pharaoh. Really thought they could fight me, couldn't even make it last long. Who dies that fast?

He made me uncomfortable. What's with all those eyes? What a freak.

I don't like that phone. He needs to stay in his place. He's not as fun as anyone else, too much of a coward, won't even fight me. I'm not going to waste my time with him.

STUPID! CAT THING!!!! OUT OF MY ROOM!! WHY DO I HAVE TO DEAL WITH HIM!!!! He's SO STRANGE!!!!

It was scaring Dialtone. I think it scared Felicia. What is it's deal? Why was Dialtone so afraid of it?? I don't care. I'm glad it's gone. It was ruining everything. I don't want to see it again.

CALEB

FAVORITE PEOPLE: Oh, he's so cool!! He's so caring, and he's my best friend!!! I want to be more like him!! I want to- I want to catch up with him!! I wish I didn't die. I wish I could've been there, by his side!! With him and all of my friends!!!

She saved me from.. The void? I guess that's what it's probably called!! She's really tall, and really pretty, and very kind! I should get her a gift or whatever- As a thank-you, or.. something.. I want to talk to her again!!! I hope she's doing okay..

He was a bit isolated, sure, but when you get to know him he's amazing! He has so many cool stories from high school, and also he taught me how to hijack a car! Don't know why or how he knows how to do that, although I figured I shouldn't question it. Oh!! Did I ever mention how he always made coffee for Niko each morning?

Niko's best friend!! I haven't talked to him much, but he's very kind, and anyone who's a friend of Niko's is a friend of mine! Also, just LOOK at him!! He's so cool looking!!! I wonder how well he can fly with the wings?

My dearrrr.... My darlinggg... My lovee... Ohh.. She's so beautiful. She's so wonderful. She's so caring.. Her hair is so soft, she's so pretty, her eyes are the color of honey and her voice is just as sweet, I could snuggle with her forever. Ohh, I love her!!!! I love her!!!! I miss her. I miss her. I love her!!!!!!!

Oh, my friend!!! He's so kind, although I feel a bit bad for him. Not for the reason you'd think, though!! I just wish people paid more attention to him. Also, he's SUCH A GOOD BAKER!! I mean, seriously, I've never had a better cake. Never.

...How long have I been gone? I want to see her again. Oh, oh no, she must be so worried- I hope Felicia told her where I went- If she even knows herself.. Ohh.. No, no.. I want to- I want... I wanna go home. I wanna go home. Mom. Momma..

...'Yomi... You must miss me too.. I-I want to go home. I want to hug him, I want to hug mom, I want to hug everyone. I want to see everyone!! I want to see my family!!!! I want- I want to see my amazing and talented brother and my caring mom!!- I-

LEAST FAVORITE: He.. taunted me in the void, talking about Niko and Felicia- And- And- That's not even the IMPORTANT PART!!.. He hurt Niko!! He hurt a lot of people, I'm not even sure how many, and.. I'm glad he's gone.

...She hurt her. She hurt Felicia. I remember--We were only a week into the relationship, and she wanted to meet me. Her house was so... Dull. Unwelcoming. And Felicia just went... Blank? I-I don't know how to describe it, all she said to her was "Okay," and "Yes ma'am." I'm.. I'm glad Felicia stopped talking to her.

I don't know what makes me hate it more. The fact that it killed me, or the fact that Felicia had to watch. I don't know what happened, I reached for the door, and then- A pain, and nothing. It was so fast, I didn't even scream. I heard her scream, though. I heard it, only for a second, my name. I don't want to hear that ever again. I hope she deleted it. I hope it hasn't hurt anyone else.

..Uhm, I.. Don't know how to explain this one. I don't like him, I hate him, but I never met him. Not personally. Zachariah told me about him... Actually, I don't think Zachariah meant to. He was drunk and, uh, crying. I've never seen him like that, it was kind of surreal- And he was rambling on about this guy who.. committed some sort of crime? And that he "saw something awful" and how red it was. I.. I think it really hurt him. I still don't know what happened, and Zachariah doesn't remember telling me. I.. Decided not to tell him that I knew.

FELICIA

FAVORITE PEOPLE: I love him. I love him, I loved him. I should've told him that I did more often. He was so caring, he was so gentle, he was so outgoing, he was so handsome, he was so sweet, he... He was everything to me, he saved me. And now he's rotting in a hospital bed.

She's been too kind to me. She's been to kind to the person who's responsible for her children being gone. Does she know? She calls me "dear." "You're family, dear, don't get forget that." "It's not your fault, I know it hurts, dear." I think she'd kill me if she knew. And I think I wouldn't blame her.

He's so stupid, in a good way. It's endearing. All of that power, and he does the most trivial things with it. He exploded an oven once, I think. That was fun to hear about... Fuck. Fuck. Why did I have to be the one to find your corpse? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I should've helped you. Please don't hate me.

...He was more than just my boss. He thought nobody really noticed, but I did. He cares. He cares a lot. I could see the shift in his expression when talking to any of us. And, and.. When Caleb was.. Gone.. He was there. He was there when Caleb was gone, he was there when Nikolai was gone, and- And it was just us. He was the last thing I had left. And.. Then... He... He didn't deserve what happened to him.

Oh, he's so kind... I could talk to him for hours. He's my best friend. He's the only thing keeping him sane. Of course, I won't tell him that. He already has enough to take care of. I... I wish I could hug him. I wish I was more like him. I wish I knew how to stop hurting people.

LEAST FAVORITE: I hate him. I hate him. I don't even need to say his stupid name. Why do I even use his name? He's not human. He's not real. I regret everything I've done, I regret creating him, I regret letting Caleb put on that headset, I..I- And I KNOW HE ENJOYS WATCHING ME SUFFER. Yet.. Yet I don't care. I don't care enough to bother trying to get rid of him. I'm so tired.

I wish I wasn't there that day. I don't know how I ended up down there, I.. I don't even know entirely what happened, they haven't told me, still won't. There was so much blood. I've never had to tackle someone before. He looked so.. Distraught.

WHY DID YOU SHOOT HIM?! WHY DID YOU SHOOT HIM?! HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!!! HE DID NOTHING WRONG!!! AND YOU- YOU- You took him away from me. I wish I killed you. I wish I killed you when I had the chance. Who says I've lost that chance?

Bastard. Bastard. The both of you, bastards. You're not innocent because you sat and waited in that damn car. I'm not stupid. You knew exactly what was going to happen. You planned it with him. You had so much blood on you. Was it worth it? WAS IT WORTH IT?!

I should've listened to her. She was right. I would've been better off if I just stayed in line. Where are you now? Do you even care about me anymore? Or am I just a failed project to you? Am I just a failure of a daughter to you? Am I even your daughter anymore?

Do you know what you're getting yourself into? I don't know whether or not to feel bad for you, you probably know your husband's a murderer. You'd defend him, wouldn't you? He's so sorry, isn't he? You forgave him, right? WHAT ABOUT EVERYONE HE HURT?! EVER CONSIDERING ASKING THEM?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I thought you were going to hurt me, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear. I promise. God, I couldn't even recognize you. You didn't deserve that. I'm so sorry. I can still feel the blood on my hands.

...

The worst girl in the world.

I hate her. I hate myself. I wish I wasn't a coward. I wish that man stabbed me that day. The only thing tying me here is him. The silence is so deafening, I want to sleep forever. I deserve to be dead. I want to die, I want to cut, cut, cut, I already do, and it's not enough. I can see them all staring at me, do they pity me? No, of course not, they hate me. They know what I did. Of course they know. I don't deserve happiness. I never did. I can't recognize my face in the mirror, I need to tear it off, I need to claw at it until it bleeds, I need to wash my hands until they're sore, there's still blood on them.

I can still see them, you know. Every now and then, I get a glimpse of them. Caleb at his desk. Zachariah smoking outside. Nikolai walking down the halls. They never look me in the eyes, and they disappear when I blink. I never deserved them, I was the worst thing that happened to them. I hope one of those illusions grabs me by the neck and strangles me, because I wouldn't stop them anyway.

i’m going out and doing things today, soooo…you get your daily question early! As usual, all credits to autumn for the idea ^^

DAILY(?) QUESTION 3, ELECTRIC BEEGALEE:

Have your oc describe their favorite person/people! Optionally, have them also describe their least favorite people.

[johnslittlespoon]

Buck + Bucky Timeline Info

For fic writers or just curious readers!

Referencing different archives and articles, I've done my best to compile John and Gale's Air Force timeline pre–England, because I feel like a lot of it gets muddied and sometimes we wanna write pre–MOTA canon events lol. Hope it comes in handy!

They meet (on or around) March 29, 1940 and become Flying Cadets at Randolph Field in Texas until August 30, 1940.

Still Flying Cadets, they move to Kelly Field in San Antonio, Texas from September 9, 1940 to November 14, 1940.

Both promoted to 2nd Lieutenant Air Corp Reserve on Nov 15, 1940. A bit unsure on the events before their next promotion, because Gale seems to have gone to Barksdale Army Air Field in LA in March of 1941 for advanced flying school, but haven't found anything on whether John went too; I'm assuming he did.

Both promoted to 1st Lieutenant, Air Corp on April 25, 1942. Not clear on whether this took place in LA or back in Texas or elsewhere.

Became instructors for the 29th Bombardment Group at McDill Air Force Field in Tampa, Florida on May 25, 1942.

Promoted to Captain and transferred to Gowan Field, Boise Idaho, but possibly at different times? All I can find is that by October they were both for sure there, but Gale was promoted to Captain on July 28, 1942 and transferred then, and John was promoted to Captain in August of 1942, but it doesn't specify when he transferred.

At Gowan Field in October of 1942, Gale was promoted to Commanding Officer for the 350th Bomb Squadron/100th Bomb Group, and John was promoted to Operations Officer for the 100th Bomb Group.

Transferred to Walla Walla Army Air Field in Washington in November of 1942.

Transferred to Wendover Army Air Field in Utah in December of 1942.

Both promoted to Majors in Sioux City, Iowa in January of 1943.

Transferred to Kearny, Nebraska (assuming to Kearney Air Force Base) in February of 1943. Cue P1 of MOTA!

In May of 1943, John traveled with an advance party to Podington, England to prepare the base for the 100th Bomb Group. On May 27 1943, Gale (with the 100th) left for Bangor, Maine. From there, he flew out across the Atlantic and arrived at Thorpe Abbotts on June 9 1943. And we know what happens from then on. :-)

If any of this is incorrect or you have extra information to add to the timeline, please let me know!! I wouldn't be surprised if I've missed things, but this is how their flight school/pre–England timeline went to the best of my knowledge. Hopefully this is helpful for some other writers too! I can throw together a timeline for their missions/events during MOTA as well if that's something anyone's interested in; it's easy enough to find mission dates in comparison to finding these pre–100th dates, but it might be nice to have them all in one place. x

[blenselche]

the first chapter of Erasure is over so I'm gonna put it on temp hiatus while I work out some kinks. There's ffffour?? more parts to it?? Next one is the show and Zim's neurochem reset (aka the erasure of his humanity, the reason it's called this in the first place) because he'd be nearly 100% native by the time they get back to Detroit.

When I’m eating pills on a piss stained mattress Radio transmitter has turned to static I’m lying awake to a past I can’t replace And I’ve lost count of the days

Little Blue Pills pt 4, Days N Daze

[yujeong]

Time was at a standstill. Vegas was holding his breath without noticing, and continued to hold it when he did - he was afraid of what would happen if he exhaled loudly enough to draw attention to himself. His gaze was shifting between Pete and the man who was standing before them in the doorway, blocking their entrance. Vegas had never seen him before, but even so, he recognized Pete in him enough to know who he was. A dangerous aura surrounded him. There was an edge to his presence that Vegas would only come across people of certain circles. He was a fighter. A muay khao. Pete's father. Shame coursed through Vegas' body, smearing his skin, settling in his lungs, rendering him speechless. I thought he was dead, he wanted to tell Pete if he could. He wanted to scream at him, I thought you killed him. Pete was the one who broke the stillness. As if awakened by something, he took a half-step back and made a motion with his arms, almost raising them to his chest, but not quite. In an instant, Pete reverted into the pet Vegas had been keeping at the safehouse, bound by handcuffs and afraid of his belt hitting flesh and drawing blood. A lump formed in Vegas' throat. "Have you stopped practicing? Your form is off." The uncanny similarities between Pete and his father appearance-wise didn't mean a thing when it came to their voices. Vegas shivered. Was this what Pete would sound like in a few decades? (Were these the condescending words he'd choose to spew? Was Pete going to embody his father? Was Vegas embodying his?) "What are you doing here?" Pete whispered. "They let me out for a few days, so I came here to collect some money. Imagine my surprise when I found out my offspring left the job someone found him worthy enough of doing to... do what exactly? Yaai didn't want to tell me." He crossed his arms, waiting for an answer. Vegas didn't know what he was allowed to say. If he was allowed to say anything at all. "It's none of your business." "I'd say it very much is my business, as well as yaai's business who was dependent on the money you were making being some rich asshole's human shield." A choked sound scratched Vegas' throat. He didn't like getting reminded of Pete being the main family's bodyguard, even though he stopped being one mere months ago. Especially like this. That was the first time Pete's father stopped looking at his son and turned his head to look at Vegas. For a moment, there seemed to be recognition in his eyes. Did he know who Vegas was? Did he care? A snort came out of his mouth. He leaned on the door. "Oh, I see how it is." He laughed, scratched his neck. "I never expected you to whore yourself out for money. Tell me, is it preferable to the path I carved out for you?" Vegas could sense the disgust in his voice. He could also see it on Pete's face. He was too astonished to share it, but not enough to be unable to speak. "Khun, there has been some misunderstanding-" "Don't bother. I can recognize a faggot when I see one." Pete's movements were too fast for Vegas to stop him. A direct jab to the nose; his father fell like a pack of cards, groaning like a wounded animal. Surprisingly, no blood - Pete held back. Vegas didn't know what to think about that. "That was a pathetic attack, even for you." "Get up." "We're not in the ring, son." Pete growled. Vegas could see his hands trembling as he was keeping them in the air, maintaining an offensive stance. "That never stopped you before." "You were too young to understand what I was doing back then. What I was preparing you for." Pete was silent. "The world isn't kind. It'll fuck you over one way or another." He got up, spat on the ground. "You still haven't learned a thing. You're too old to afford being naive." He turned around, and without sparing a look at Pete again, said: "Now get the fuck out of my house." (For @musictooth, whose posts about Pete's father have reignited my passion for this specific concept and for @wretchedamaranth, whose comments on my writing are always lovely and precious ❤️)

[bicheetopuff]

I have a love-hate relationship with being a fic writer sometimes… on one hand, I’ll have an idea and I’ll love writing it and I’ll love the responses I get when I post it, but then on the other hand I’ll end up with new ideas which means new wips and a lot of older unfinished wips that I committed to but don’t really enjoy writing anymore.

Like I have so many new things that I’ve started about adult bkdk that I wanna post but at the same time I have three unfinished ongoing fics that I’m bored of writing and I don’t wanna post new stuff until I finish the old stuff UGH. You see my dilemma??

[padfootastic]

please say more about jilypad + diverging parenting styles... perhaps even a possible scenario >:) i imagine harry has very cunning tactics for using this to his advantage

helloooooo <3 thank u for this ask bc i love talking about these three and harry. i went looking thru the archives to find this post; my first foray into this side, and really, i’ve never looked back after that.

so i’ve talked ab this a bit before but i fully think that james was a very overprotective ‘mother hen’ type parent. i tend to read his behaviour in lily’s bday letter to sirius as being scared of his child on a broomstick and i fully, fully think he’ll never be able to let go of that as harry grows up. he’ll be anxious and suspicious and paranoid, and his first instant will always be to wrap harry up in cotton wool and hide him away. (i low-key connect this to his childhood as well; going from being spoiled and sheltered to dropped in the middle of a war, black & white thinking, living in extremes etc etc makes it v hard for him to be Normal about his child. as he shouldn’t be, really, but yeah) that’s why he thrives during the initial years; he never minds the hard parts of being a new parent, loves it in fact, and it makes it better that he can keep harry close to him at all times w/o coming off as a helicopter parent (not that the notion bothers him ofc).

it’s good, then, that he has two partners to even the scales, no? i think lily was the most…balanced out of the three. she had a relatively normal childhood, grew up in a working class family/neighbourhood and had to deal w adversity from a young age so she’s developed a nice, thick skin. she also has a sibling with whom she has a v rocky relationship so she knows that kids are, ykno, a bit unhinged. and a little bit of hardship is not a problem. i hc her as needing time to get used to parenthood, unlike james who stepped into it natural as breathing, or even sirius who loved harry on much on first sight that it made up for everything else. ofc lily loved her son, but it didn’t come w the same blinding intensity of her partners and made her feel really shitty in the beginning. but, i think she’d shine during his teen years actually, because she’s not overbearing or intense and becomes the quiet, calm strength that a hormonal, spotty teen boy would probably need.

and sirius <3 our poor baby falls in love with harry, perhaps even more quickly than james, with such startling speed that it shakes his entire foundation. he doesn’t regret it but he’s constantly discombobulated. i also imagine that…it takes him longer to settle into the role of parent, esp bc he’s not biologically one ykno? not like it matters to anyone, ofc, but it takes him a long time to truly accept his authority and place, to believe that he has just as much right as j&l to be there, to parent harry. this has the consequence of him always being more indulgent than the other two; after all, he considered himself a godfather before a parent and a lot of that thinking stayed. he lets harry get away with stuff the others might not (and the little mf figures this out later); some of it also comes from sirius seeing so much shit, and facing so much shit himself, that he rationalises a lot of stuff as ‘well, this isn’t the worst it can be, so what’s the harm’ (because his life has been such a roller coaster that he’s forgotten that not everyone’s like that, if that makes sense?)

its obviously not this clear cut but i imagine harry looks at it like this: if he needs unconditional love, he goes to james; rationality and logic, lily; acceptance and calm, sirius. when someone has to be beat up for hurting harry, james steps in. if he needs help burying a body, it’s sirius. dealing with some asshole boss/teacher/classmate’s mother who’s making harry’s life hell? lily. i can keep going but,,,u get the idea, right? this makes sense, i hope lol

i actually think harry’s first birthday is a great example. sirius pushes the boundaries by gifting lil harry a broom; james loses his mind running after him; lily places an industrial sticking charm on harry’s butt, leans back with a glass of wine, and enjoys the show. even as he grows up, lily and james act as the disciplinarian, and sirius is the emotional outlet. all of them fill in each other’s cracks so well, and it’s only when harry grows up that he realises how effortlessly they worked off each other to parent him.

also oh man o man. harry being cunning is,,,,,see, i’ve not considered it this far but it makes perfect sense. i think canon harry actually had so much manipulative energy and it’s often overlooked for his goofier traits but! this is the same dude who used his dead parents to trick slughorn into revealing sensitive info! imagine if that could be channelled into his jilypad interactions 😈

it’s like, it takes him a bit, because his three parents r so smooth, but once he realises that all of them have certain weak spots, he does NOT hesitate to exploit them. (it has the unintended consequence of truly strengthening the jilypad relationship into an unbreakable one bc one thing their kid taught them is to have ironclad communication going at all times so nothing they’ve said, or not said, is used against them). so like, he knows if he wants to sneak out to a party, it has to be sirius and in a specific way—‘i’ll be totally safe, papa, plus i really wanna see what it’s like and idk when it’ll get a chance to again’. if he widens his eyes to pitiful levels, pouts a little, and blinks faster than usual, then james is putty in his arms as long as he’s separated from the other two. divide and conquer becomes the main tool in harry’s arsenal, actually. lily’s the toughest nut to crack, purely bc she doesn’t run on emotions or irreverence, but harry soon learns that if he comes up with a solid, logical case that proves his argument has unbiased merit then he has a good chance of getting her to say yes. (this is good, bc u can arrange words in the correct order, but u can’t always control emotions)

so overall yeah, you’d think one kid + 3 parents would be an easy bet, but harry keeps them on their toes all the fkn time.

[theo4eve]

I love you, all of you

I never thought much of love or girls,

It just wasn't as captivating at the time,

Until I had you in my life.

You were such a beautiful, out of the world girl.

The most perfect I've ever seen, although you seemed to think otherwise,

Most of the times you had a mask on, I never understood that,

You had glasses, I thought it fit you just right, 

Round and adorable. 

You get insecure of your weight, or appearance at times.

I never understood that either, 

You seemed perfect, even with a little chub or even if you were a little more heavy than others,

I adored you for being so you.

You weren't too short. Even if I tease you for it, I do love that about you. Adds to the adorableness,

You seemed to fit perfectly with me,

A matching set, like we were molded so we can fit together like puzzle pieces.

You joke that you might disappear one day,

I understood that one.

I hope I could sway you to knowing you are indeed loved,

Loved by me if not anyone else, you always have a special place in my heart. No matter the situationship. You're so special to me.

You are very much needed, 

By me at least, if not others. I need you to talk to me, to hang out with me, I need you so I can love somebody, I want you. I need you. You are so valuable and one of a kind. 

You aren't a disappointment,

I'm so proud of you, for even breathing, eating, waking up everyday. Some days these normal tasks are hard, but you still push through and I think you're amazing for that! I'm so happy, you do amazing everyday! It's alright if you didn't do anything productive, I'm still proud that you're here. 

You aren't a waste of space,

I would love for the empty space beside me to be filled by you, you're always welcome to come over to me. You wouldn't be here if no one wanted you to be here, someone wanted it. You are absolutely deserving of taking up space, as much as anyone in the world.

You aren't useless, 

I think you can do so many things, you have so many things you can help with! And even just a small thing like holding a conversation helps. I'm endlessly proud of you. 

You don't talk too much,

I will always be there to listen to your rambling, or lore drops from new reads. Your voice and your passion for what you're saying keeps me going, I'd go for hours just listening to you if I could. 

You aren't too clingy or needy,

I thrive off of it, I'm clingy myself. Or at least I think so, I love when you reach out to me. Makes me get butterflies in my stomach. I love when you need me, I feel needed. 

But we all have negative thoughts.

And some of them stay.

Just say the words and I'll be singing praises and reassurance to you.

I love you, I love all of you. 

Till the moon and back, my sunlight. 

[sevenines]

raven molisee (steven universe storyboarder for part of its run) is selling some drawings from the time of the show’s production and some i found interesting are nsfw larsadie, specifically drawn during the writing of joking victim

look under readmore at your own discretion

[jichanxo]

sunday six (i have been writing i pinkie promise)

tags: @four-white-trees @passthroughtime @phantasy14 @overdevelopedglasses @skysquid22

all my wips are spiralling out of control. anyway here's kuwagami again

“Slow down.” Kuwana spoke over him. “And breathe. You’re panicking again.”

Yagami went quiet and did as he was told, but only because it sounded like a good idea. Breathed in, out. Kuwana listened as he did.

“It’s just me.” Kuwana told him. “Talking to me isn’t a big deal, alright? You don’t have to be like this, like you’re... scared, or something. It’s not like you.”

Yagami laughed, ringing hollow even in his own ears. “Scared?”

“Then what is it?” Kuwana prompted. “That you feel about me?”

His heart supplied the word immediately, but it caught in his throat awkwardly. He choked around it, unable to get it out. Yagami’s mouth was open, but he didn’t say it, didn’t know if he could, if he wanted to.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

:333333 im just finishing up a teeny tiny rewrite of my old teen toru fic so i can repost it tmrw………… feeling excited

[dannyphannypack]

my college professors just think i like writing about ghosts. they have No Idea

[lifesver]

sometimes i think about how leland is the last one out of the property (if he gets out at all) in most of my verses. and it's usually bc of his friends' intervention that he does. i was talkin to scout somewhat recently about how there's a version of events thats like, friends all get out, he's too far away to get to the same exit as them. but bc danny tampered with the valve exit or whatever it springs open for him just as he's about to give up and fall down dead in the grass fr. the friends all like. thinking the worst and then seeing him dragging his corpse out of another exit like hey guys,

[schnaf]

23 days until jungsu's 23nd birthday

day 9 - mi gente

[rainbowserenity]

“So what if I broke my arm I’m still doing it.” for Clack? (Cloud/Zack, is that their ship name?)

It was really such a shame that duty came first. Maybe if he'd learned to slack off a little more, he wouldn't be in this predicament. Not that it actually was one, since he had no intention of changing his plans. The show must go on! Too late, Zack realized he'd said that last bit out loud. Thankfully, it didn't really matter since the only person who'd heard him was Kunsel. Un-thankfully, Kunsel was a lot more levelheaded and always the first to point out when Zack was about to do something stupid. "I think you need to hit up the medic ward first, man. You don't look so hot." "I'm always hot. At least according to my fan club."

"Har, har." It was obvious Kunsel was rolling his eyes under the helmet. Maybe that was why he always kept it on, so Zack wouldn't see him constantly looking exasperated. "Seriously though, that fight with the Behemoth really messed you up. I know you're a 1st, but you don't constantly have to throw yourself in front of us little people." "That's exactly what it means." Zack winced as he accidentally jostled his arm. "Fine, fine. But you still look like shit. Just tell him that you need to postpone your little shindig. If he really likes you like you keep going on about, then he won't mind." Zack jumped up, ignoring the surge of pain in his arm. "No way, man! Do you have any idea how long it took me to get up the guts to ask him out? Not to mention find a night we were both free?!" He flailed around a little with his good arm. "So what if I broke my arm? I'm still doing it!" Kunsel rolled his eyes again. Obviously it was hidden, but Zack just knew. "You're such an idiot sometimes." "Huh?" "You're a 1st. This guy's a cadet, right?" A goofy little grin formed on Zack's face. "Yeah." "So just rearrange his schedule so that he so happens to have a night off the same time you do." Zack opened his mouth to argue, but snapped it shut when he realized that his friend was...absolutely brilliant. "Heyyy, good idea!" His good arm slung around Kunsel's shoulder. "What would I do without you?" "Probably lose an arm." Kunsel chuckled and gently nudged Zack away. "Now call the guy and get your ass down to medic before I have to drag you." "Yeah, yeah." Kunsel only left when Zack actually picked up his phone, proving he wasn't going to do anything stupid and stand around much longer with a broken arm. He quickly dialed the number that was now as familiar to him as his own, his heart thudding uncharacteristically fast as it rang once...twice... "Hello?" His chest fluttered, his smile widened, and butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He allowed himself to swoon for a second, glad that no one was around to see him act like a fool. That was how Cloud's voice made him feel. "Hey Spike," he greeted. "Zack?" Even though Cloud was one of the shyest, quietest people he'd ever met, there was always a little lilt to his voice whenever they spoke, like Cloud was still amazed that Zack had taken an interest in him. It made the butterflies in Zack's stomach have little caterpillar babies and flutter some more. "Got it in one!" He grinned, only the jolt of pain that shot up his arm when he tried to switch his phone to the other hand reminding him why he'd actually called. "I'm really, really sorry, but I have to cancel our date tonight." There was silence on the other end for a good thirty seconds. Zack wasn't actually sure if it was because Cloud was disappointed, or that he'd actually referred to their little get-together as a date. "Want to have dinner this weekend? Maybe get out of Midgar for a little while?"

"...With me?"

"Yeah, you. I like you a lot, y'know." "...How come?" Cloud finally asked in a small voice, breaking Zack out of his daydreams. "I had this mission earlier today, right?" At Cloud's hum in acknowledgement, Zack continued, "It was mostly just supposed to be me observing, but then this Behemoth charged in outta nowhere. I had to step in." "What happened?" "We got it without any causalities, but it really hated me." He laughed a little. "It swiped me away like I was nothing and I slammed into a wall. My arm's broken."

There were a couple of beats of silence as Cloud let this sink in. "Oh. Okay, then. I guess you need to rest, right?" "Once I go down to medic, yeah." "What?" Cloud's disappointment seemed to immediately melt into concern. "You haven't gotten it checked out yet? How long have you been back? You said your mission was this morning!" "It was," Zack admitted with a sheepish chuckle. "I've been back for a few hours." "Why?!" "I..." Zack trailed off a little. He felt a bit like a fool for admitting this, but he liked Cloud an awful lot and had really been looking forward to their date. Dinner at a nice place, maybe a movie, walking along the fields outside of Midgar and stargazing... Finally, he let out a wistful little sigh. "I just really didn't want to miss out on being with you, my arm be damned." Cloud was quiet for a long moment, and Zack would've thought he'd hung up if not for the shaky little breaths in the receiver. Finally, though, there was a reply. "Does the medic ward allow visitors this late?" It was by far one of the last things Zack expected to hear. "Huh?"

"I mean..." Now Cloud sounded hesitant. "I know you're in SOLDIER, so it's probably not a big deal for you to get fixed up. And it's probably not what you planned for our....date." He paused. "But at least if I came to visit, we could be together for a while. If you want." "Of course I do!" Zack blurted out. Cloud was right - this was a far cry from what he'd wanted to do, but as long as they were together, that was really all that mattered. "Meet me at medic, okay? They usually like to keep me under observation for a few hours to make sure the mako's not doing anything weird." "Okay." Zack could hear the smile in Cloud's voice and he just about melted. "I'll meet you there." "Perfect." After he hung up, Zack just leaned against the wall with a goofy little grin on his face, staring into space. Visions of the medic doing something painful that would make Cloud want to grab his hand swam in mind. He ignored the logical part of his brain that reminded him that he'd had a high pain tolerance even before making SOLDIER. As he headed down to the medic ward, he remember Kunsel's advice and mentally went over his calendar. He was pretty sure he had next Friday off...and now, Cloud would too. And this time, he'd make sure no broken limbs got in the way.

[stupid-elf]

Okay dandy, what is "it's not about the bread"? I recognized everything else

Ah! It's not about the bread is a phrase fairly common in marriage counseling/relationship advice circles. It comes from a popular anecdote of a husband in counseling saying his wife is always blowing up at him about petty things, like buying the wrong brand of bread. The therapist asks the wife why she's upset about the bread, and she says it's because he is chronically inattentive to her and their collective needs so she ends up carrying the slack. It's not about the bread: It's about what's manifesting through the bread

Humans are not rational creatures, we're rationalizing. It takes a lot of self awareness to be in one's own head and go "oh. I'm not upset about the bread, I'm mad because this is the third time this week and the twentieth time this month I have to come up with a new dinner plan because this idiot fucked up." However, it takes much less awareness to look at one's partner and go "hm. That was an outsized reaction. Something larger than what set this off is probably going on."

Once you've realized there's something going on, partners can begin working towards a solution. You have to pull back the rug to find what's been swept under it.

Emotions all have causes. Sometimes they're bigger than they seem like they should be, and sometimes the cause is buried deep in the unconscious parts of the brain, but there's always a reason. Part of loving someone is trying to understand them, and part of understanding them is sussing out when it's about the bread... And when you should maybe start writing a more detailed grocery list

[tankerfishthesimp]

sometimes i thank fuck a few years ago that did not happen and my mother did not follow her thoughts