#sobbing and crying i love this guy so much

[gay-dorito-dust]

*Based on real events*

Reader, storms into the lounge area: Did someone put my skillet cookie somewhere?!

Walker: Oh, yeah, I ate that! It was very delicious 😌😌

Reader, on the verge of tears: That way MY skillet cookie, I’m on my PERIOD 😭😭😭

Yelena: *Punches Walker in the shoulder hard while giving him a look* Don’t worry, we’ll buy you-

Reader: *Chokes back sobs*

The Void, appears: Who made her cry?

Everyone else: *Points at Walker*

Walker: 😨😨

I love how everyone throws walker under the buss. It’s perfect and well deserved. He’s very much a dead man walking.

I can’t help but add on with something else.

You: how’s my handsome boy today!

Walker: I’m fine thank you!

You: …I was talking to bob you ugly, disgusting cockroach.

Bob: I’m doing okay, how are you? *smiles cutely*

You: *suffering from cuteness aggression* I’m fine knowing your breathing, and living, and standing right here in front of me when all else seems lost.

Yelena: you okay? You look like you’re about to implode?

You: I’m fine, perfectly fine. *fighting inner demons to stop you from ruffling bob’s bedhead and squishing his cheeks*

Walker: biggest load of bullshit right there. We can all see that you like bob, you fawn over the guy so much it’s hard to believe that he doesn’t know by now.

You: *looks to him with murderous intent* how would you like to die walker? Slowly or quickly? it wouldn’t matter either way because no one would ever attended your pathetic funeral.

Walker: …

Yelena: …

Bob: *gently grabs you by the arm and out of the room* how about we watch that show you wanted to show me? That sounds good right about now before a murder case falls on our hands.

You: *smiling* oh! I almost forgot! How silly of me! See you guys later!

Walker: …what was that?

Yelena: a glimpse into your future if you do stupid shit like that again.

[slvt4chrissturniolo]

this is so cute I love this so muchhh

nick ~

<3 he's gave me the courage to be who I truly am

growing up I always wanted to fit in, in EVERY way possible. I still struggle with it to this day but nick has really helped me express my self unapologetically. like most recently, when he talked about his experience growing up gay and his love for drag, it brought me to tears and I just know it touched some young fans out there. or when he has talked about having to come to terms with his body, I love this man so much and how he influences people.

<3 nick fr carries

I don't care what anyone says nick carries. he knows the most about cameras and editing, like chris and matt can barelyyyy film without this man. he also always fills the silence, he's ALWAYS entertaining. People really don't give nick enough credit like the fuck.

matt ~

<3 talking about mental health

matt is a comfort person for me, like he's really helped me over th years. knowing what he's been through, I'm so proud of him for speaking out. he's helped me do much with my anxiety, and knowing he's helped others makes me SO happy. the triplets aren't just funny guys who sit in a car and matts proof of it. I could talk about what hes does for people for hours, it literally makes me wanna cry bro he's so nice.

<3 his gigglessss

when matt giggles I genuinely think my heart gets all warm and fuzzy. like it makes me so happy when chris or nick are talking and you can just hear matts little baby giggles. he has the cutest laugh ever I'm gonna sob.

chris ~

<3 he inspired me to be more creative

with him talking so much about how fresh love is his creative outlook, he's inspired me. I used to be extremely creative but then got burned out, chris brought back my creativity. he puts so much work into his work, and he's made a reminder to me that I should never lose my creativity.

<3 chris loves people with all his heart

the way he appreciates people is beautiful. his relationship with matt, nick, his family, and friends is so cute. he loves them more than anyone and it's extremely clear to see. I mean he literally got matt and nicks name tattooed on him. he's never wanted a tattoo, and getting their names is so sweet. it was obvious he'd get a tattoo for tour, but he could've gotten anything silky like a Pepsi can or deer, but getting matt and nick is the most heartwarming thing ever.

All the negativity and hateful energy recently has made me really want to be more positive. Nick, Matt, and Chris are all lovely people. I started watching them when I was at one of the lowest points in my life and honestly their videos are the only reason I wanted to wake up some days.

No, I don’t know these boys in real life, but I do love them. They’ve shows attributes that I really admire and that goes beyond physical traits by a lot. So here’s a list of some of the reasons why I really enjoy being able to consume their content!

— Their laughs!!! Matt’s boneless giggle never fail to make me smile and I adore how Chris’s laugh is “AHAHAHAHA” while Nick’s is “hehehe.”

— Them arguing. Controversial, I know, but sometimes it reminds me that an argument doesn’t mean the end of it all. You say sorry, you hug it out, and that’s something I really appreciate being able to remember when I have disagreements with my own siblings.

— The way they show affection towards each other. Sometimes it’s subconsciously leaning onto one another while laughing, other times it’s a group hug. Both make me really happy!!!

— Their relationship with their friends and family. It feels very intimate and very healing to be able to see a glimpse into such healthy relationships. JIMMY AND MARYLOU?! YES.

There’s plenty of other reasons why I love them, but I wanna hear everyone else’s too!!! Comment or reblog yours if you’d like and lmk anything and everything that makes it fun to be in this fandom for you!!! ☺️✨

[flowercrownsandherondales]

Against the Odds Pt. 24

Ouch. Also the comments were sending me I fucking love reading what you guys comment there’s literally no better feeling. 

XXIV: Bleeds, Burst, Keeps, Apart

They keep me like a rat in a cage. 

Memories on a loop, over and over, again and again. 

Brunette boys with no faces, one burly, one small. A coin tossing in the air, someone’s soft touch weaving flowers in my hair, the clink of a bottle against a granite counter, a little girl’s giggle. 

Sometimes it’s my voice screaming for someone to hide. Sometimes it’s someone else's voice in one of the cages near me. 

I don’t remember how I got here. 

My mind is split into something different. One side begging me to remember them, the brunette boys, the man with the bottle, the little girl or maybe girls? The two braids change different colors, resembling mine, then darkening again. The other begging me to forget. 

The guards in white drag me out every few hours. 

The beatings hurt less and less the more they do it. Shouldn’t it be the opposite? Or have I just come to accept it better? 

I can’t touch my skin after. Sometimes I wonder what color it was under all the black, blue and green. 

At least they haven’t shaved my head like the girl next to me.

I hear the static crackle in the air when they take her out. Thrashing water, muffled screams. Something in her mouth. Is it a belt like what was put in mine once? Why was there a belt in my mouth? 

They don’t use water when they shock me. Just place two electroids to my temple and hit the switch. Maybe that’s why I kept my hair, no concerns about it being singed off. 

At first I recognized the blonde boy they put in front of me. At first I consoled him from my cage, telling him I love him. Sobbed when I could hear him cry out, banging on the bars until my skin was raw and bloody. Now his skin is barely recognizable either. His mind isn’t much better. 

I groan and I toss at night, surrounded by the screams of the bald girl and the blonde boy. 

I screamed like that once, only once, when the knife came down on my fingers. 

Fingers I once kissed and held up the sky, nothing but stubs. 

The burly brunette sits in front of me now, a deeply sad look on his face, thumb rubbing a coin from his pocket. 

I need you to scream next time. They’re getting bored, and it’s only going to be worse if they do. 

He gives me instructions sometimes. How to breathe again, how to eat what little they give me with two fingers. Other times he just comes to sit, letting me rock back and forth collapsed in on myself, listening to the coin toss over and over, again and again. 

Sometimes I get the curly haired girl in an apple red dress. 

I don’t like her very much. 

She looks at me with too much pity. She isn’t helpful like the boy. She sings sometimes, something soft and sweet I don’t care to hear. 

Most of all she talks about him. 

All night long she chatters about Haymitch. “He loved me, then he loved you. Now he probably doesn’t love either of us.”

She feeds me things the piece of me that still clings to the past shudders at. Things that spark something cruel and twisted deep in my belly. Things that the hopeful girl inside of me doesn’t believe. 

“He loved me most, Y/N. You were always just a sweet little fill in. Why do you think he never put the bottle down when you asked? When he drinks he sees me, and he could never let go of me. “

Haymitch is a blurry memory. Nearly faceless now, sometimes the sterile lighting catching in his grey eyes. But even that’s fading now. 

They come to drag me out of the cell again, my captive neighbors have stopped screaming for a minute. I suppose it’s my turn now. 

They bolt my hands and wrists to a chair. My head is leaned back, eyes opened wide so they can insert some kind of speculum to keep them open. 

The room is dark now, perfect for the movie they are about to show me. 

For maybe hours, maybe days, I watch as the faceless boys get a face. 

Over and over they are stabbed. Over and over a throat is slit. 

They must think they are doing something to me. Really torturing me now. 

They aren’t. 

They catch on after a while, unhooking me and dragging me back, clearly pissed off their tactics weren’t working. 

A broken laugh comes out of my mouth as they hang me up again, bringing out the whip. 

What memories did they expect that to bring back? Any human connections have been burned out of my mind with electricity. 

I’ve been struck before with a whip, so I know what to expect. Fire blooms under old scars, blood hit the ground in steady drips as old scars are reopened. 

I count the drips until I fall asleep. Just to wake up back in the cell, the boy flipping his coin, the girl stroking my hair and softly singing. A child has joined them, looking just like the coin flipper. He can’t look at me fully, just turns his head and cries. 

Cries and cries and cries. 

A similar cry wakes up Haymitch. 

I rub my eyes, groaning as I trip over my feet to get to her bed. 

Twyla hasn’t spoken since we got to District 13. 

Instead she just cries. Sometimes soft and quiet, her tiny hand covering her mouth to muffle the sobs. Sometimes loud and violent, usually in the middle of the night when she wakes from a nightmare of her mother being taken. 

Everyone from home has fallen into a routine in the month we’ve been here. 

Katniss is still erratic, Plutarch leaves it to me to find her when she goes missing, hunkering herself down in back rooms and small spaces, shaking and whispering to herself. 

I don’t act much better these days. 

District 13 doesn’t have alcohol. For the first two weeks of our stay Prim and Astrid took Twyla and I was sent to a rehab or sorts, left to shake and sweat and groan while my body detoxed from white liquor. 

I had protested it, shouting at Plutarch until I was red in the face. “You promised! You FUCKING SWORE. MY DAUGHTER NEEDS ME. HER MOTHER IS GONE.” 

My yells were heard from every corridor as my ass was dragged to get clean. 

For two weeks I stayed locked in a room feeling half dead, my only company being Lenore Dove. 

She smoothed back my hair, sang to me as I vomited, and old song from the poem she’d been named after. 

“You have to get it together. Y/N needs you to be the strong one now. For her, for your little girl.”

“She’s going to come back to you, Haymitch. She’s not gone, I’d know if she was.”

“Imagine what she’s going through right now. If she can face that, you can get through this.” 

On the last day of the vomiting and sweats, as Lenore Dove walks out the door, she says what I think might be her last words I’ll ever hear from her. 

“You know, geese don’t really mate for life. There’s a period of mourning, but as the snow melts and summer begins, they start again. They find their new half. And who knows” She says with a shrug and a playful smile,  “maybe that was always their true mate, they just needed someone else to help them find each other.” 

Every minute of every day I think about my wife. I think about her when I brush through my daughter’s matching hair, I think about her when we get dressed and have breakfast. I think about her when I console Katniss, or when I meet with Coin and Plutarch to discuss how to mold her into the Mockingjay. I think about her when I rock my daughter to bed, and I think about her when I close my eyes. 

I realized I don’t particularly like President Coin the first time I shake her hand. 

She’s got an edge to her, something in her smile that makes me grimace. Her name is fitting, just the other side of Snow. From the looks I get from Plutarch, he’s thinking the same. 

Still, I don’t doubt this woman is going to get something done. Even if rage so heavy it threatens to tear me apart bubbles up whenever she even glances at Katniss. 

I finished putting Twyla to bed, stepping out to follow the order I’d gotten at dinner to meet with Plutarch and Beetee. 

I step into the control room, Katniss standing with Gale as the TV screen lights up, Peeta Mellark sitting rigid, clearly covered up in makeup and sharp clothes to keep the bruises hidden. Johanna doesn’t look much better, sitting beside him in a very obvious wig. 

Katniss looks like she’s seconds away from tearing her hair out. I feel just about the same. Nerves on fire, waking up feeling like your heart has been torn away. 

She loves that boy. Even if the kid from the seam standing behind her loathes it. 

“Peeta…” is all she manages to whimper, I slide beside her, taking her hand in mine, Finnick entering the room and clasping a hand on my shoulder. 

The three of us are in a special type of hell together. 

Gale catches on for once in his life, slowly back up and leaving the room soundlessly. Practically leaving a trail of fiery rage in his wake. 

Katniss had listed her demands to Coin recently. “Bring them all home. Peeta, Y/N, Johanna and Annie. Then you’ll get your Mockingjay.” 

Finnick is the first to speak, voice full of gravel, hands shaking like a leaf as he clutched a stray piece of robe in his fist until it turned white. 

“Where is Annie?” 

Beetee just sighs, turning in his wheelchair to look at us instead of the screen. 

“She hasn’t been on any broadcast. They are solely showcasing Johanna, Peeta and sometimes Enobaria. I’m assuming due to the games, they want to show them alive and unaware of the plan. The Capitol is being kept in the dark about the raid on District 4 and 12 being demolished. They don’t know Y/N and Annie were taken, so there’s no point in showing them.” 

Something is unsaid in his words. Or Annie and Y/N might be so fucked up they can’t show them. 

“Is there a plan in place to get them out yet?” I ask, voice sharper than it’s ever been. That’s how it’s gone since they took my wife, nothing I say has an aura of kindness unless I’m speaking to my daughter or Katniss. 

Finnick and Katniss grip me tighter at the question. 

Plutarch nods, something of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. 

“We are putting a group together. We project that it’ll take another week or so to fully map out how we are going to do it, but it’s mostly pulled together.” 

Finnick lets out something close to a sob. 

Katniss purses her lips and blinks hard. 

I fight back a tremble, but it comes out anyway. 

She’s coming home. My wife, the mother of my child, my sweetpea. She’s coming home to us. 

I fight against the rattle in my brain. 

Will she still be all those things when she comes back?

[leupagus]

Friendship is magic and probably also a mistake

GUS: broke: mohan/abbot, collins/robby woke: mohan/abbot/robby, collins/abbot/robby bespoke: collins/mohan/abbot/robby do u see my vision

ETBEN: Senior leadership polycule shitshow I dig!

GUS: I feel like it would happen in the stupidest possible way like collins and mohan would be all about setting boundaries and establishing parameters meanwhile PTSD and PTSDer would be like "whoops I followed you home so now I'm your problem"

ETBEN: SOBBING laughing at “PTSD and PTSDer” That’s such a perfect description (Abbot is PTSD, obviously)

GUS: I think they swap out

ETBEN: I mean, whose PTSD is worse, probably, yes But I feel like Abbot is much more in tune with his shit

GUS: ehhh he listens to the police scanner on his day off he's a pretty hot mess

ETBEN: I think he knows that he HAS PTSD, is my baseline Like, I think he probably has more PTSD than he acknowledges / PTSD from other things But like…I think he does at least know that

GUS: thats a good point

ETBEN: Is he coping well? No! Absolutely not! But he will at least acknowledge the diagnosis, albeit unwillingly

GUS: whereas - yeah robby is Fine Actually

ETBEN: Whereas I don’t know that Robby would even be able to put the words “I have PTSD” in a sentence He’s just having a rough day! To be fair I do think some of it is that PTSD from combat is a lot more…recognized? Mediatized? Plus he lost a leg, so you know they made him go to therapy about that Whereas Robby…like, sure, he knows the statistics about secondary trauma and compassion fatigue and burnout in healthcare providers But that’s not him!

GUS: He's 100% that meme of "it's so important to talk about your feelings and deal with your issues. I'm not gonna but you guys totally should" Not that I want Collins and Mohan to "fix" them or whatever they can fix themselves I just think the four of them in a polycule would be so fucking funny Especially if it's a babyfic they get together because Collins finally has her baby and they're all kind of roped in to be parents

WHETHERWOMAN: Yesssss put babies on Robby Tbh I feel like Mohan would be shit with babies Which of course means the baby smiles at her first

GUS: 1000% Mohan is not a baby person but picture it - collins has a baby and for some reason (probably the same reason that made her thinking getting preggers in her last year of residency was a good life choice) thinks "oh it's smooth sailing from here on out" cue her baby being like, rosemary's baby level of demonspawn who never ever stops crying and she's like "haha yes this is all FINE" and dana being like "honey" and organizing a babysitter rota for her similar to the one she had for her own kids

WHETHERWOMAN: Oh yeah just constant never ending colic Must be upright and bounced 24/7 I want Collins waking up after a blissfully quiet nights sleep and finding Robby making pancakes in her kitchen with the baby strapped on his chest. And just being HORRIFIED.

GUS: YES Robby: I was on the rota! didn't you see the rota? Collins: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE (with her mouth stuffed with pancakes) Robby: I will as soon as I clean up spoilers: Collins falls asleep on the couch by the time he cleans up and Robby's like "okay kid let's do some LAUNDRY" *bounce bounce bounce baby: bah

WHETHERWOMAN: "Cleaning up" the pancakes involves three loads of laundry

GUS: Also I want some begrudging cuddling where Collins is feeding the baby while leaning against Robby's chest because the baby won't let go of his ugly hoodie

WHETHERWOMAN: Oh noooooooo

GUS: so they're all tangled together and she's like "ugh this is so nice gross" and falls asleep again meanwhile robby is doing his best Dug "I hid under the porch because I love you" impression

WHETHERWOMAN: The spitting image of Dug

GUS: he definitely gets distracted by squirrels and/or rats so I'm trying to decide who gets roped in next everyone at least is in and out of the house - oH ALSO I found out that for a lot of ER doctors/nurses, especially the ones making bank, they usually like rent a place near to work and then on their stretches of time off they actually have a house house in the boonies somewhere because er shifts are so weird - you're basically 12 on 12 off for three or four days and then you have four or three days off

WHETHERWOMAN: …. oh that's why my childhood friend who's dad was an ER doctor in LA lived in Santa Barbara That makes much more sense in retrospect

GUS: so like collins doesn't have second house money but robby and abbot DEFINITELY do actually the funniest thing would be if collins accidentally moves into abbot's house IDK why, we can figure that out later but robby moves in to and abbot's like… ok this might as well happen

WHETHERWOMAN: It's somehow Dana's fault

GUS: 100% dana is the yenta of the pitt

WHETHERWOMAN: Also this way she wins the pool

GUS: LMAOOO meanwhile the rest of the pitt crew are rotating in and out at all hours including mohan who's like, super awkward but very earnest as she is in all things and somehow she's the catalyst that finally gets all of them sleeping together mostly through being very mohan about the whole thing she has a power point presentation collins is like "I kind of want to make out with you just knowing you made this"

[fallen-w1ngs]

'' IT'S GETTING BAD AGAIN ,,

|| pairing : keigo takami x gn!reader

|| warning : thoughts of suicide by reader , hurt/comfort , this is super self indulgent

|| wc : 0.4k (super short but its 1 am and i miss my husband)

"Birdie?" Keigo's voice cut through in the dark. You were curled in your shared bed, your 'nest' as Keigo calls it. You never denied it, it was a small comfort actually. Even with the whole hero thing, he still made sure to make you feel as if you were the only constant in his life.. Which, you kind of were.

"Birdie?" He repeated again, you heard his wings flutter as he walked into your shared bedroom. Practically feeling his worry from the doorway. "Hey, dove."

Your partner walked over to the bed, a small depression sinking near you as he sat down. His palm resting on your thigh as you kept silent. God, you felt like shit. Not only because of your mental state, but because you knew how tired Keigo was.

He was the number 2 hero for crying out loud. How could you burden him more? Thoughts like that ran through your head as you tugged at the drawstrings of your hoodie.

"Tough day?" He whispered, his thumbs rubbing small circles into your thigh. You nod. "I'm sorry, baby," as he muttered he pulled you up and hugged you. Now, you were in his lap, gently placed. Your arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala as his wings wrapped around the both of you.

"'s getting bad again." your voice was quiet, gentle. As you spoke you pushed your nose closer to his neck, take a small breath of him. He smelled of the sickly sweet coffee he loved too much. "I'm sorry. I know I said I'd be better.. 's just.."

He hushed you, pressing a small kiss against your temple. Taking a deep breath before squeezing your waist. "Don't apologize. I know, it's hard.. But I'm here, okay? I'm right here."

Small tears prickled at your eyes, your hold on him tightening as you quietly sobbed. "'s so hard.. Why does it feel so hard to live?-"

".. I don't know, dovey," he pressed another kiss against your temple. "But I promise, you're not alone. I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you. I love you, and I'm so proud of you."

You didn't say it back, you didn't have to. Keigo knew you loved him too, but now? Right now? He just wanted to hold you and kiss you, tell you everything will be okay.

It gets hard, but he's there for you. No matter what.

|| if any of you guys think of attempting, please talk to someone. even me, even in my asks. im here for you and a lot of people in your life care about you.

[midnightkennedy]

𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 || 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋

author's note: i made one for my mouthwashing blog and I was like, fuck yeah i can make one for re too! who's gon stop me??? I'll make one for the ladies maybe

warnings: slight angst, major fluff, slight toxic behaviour.

characters included: 𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻, 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝘂𝗶𝘀, 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘀, 𝗮𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁, 𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻.

,'✿— 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 —��✿,'

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐒. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘

before you guys go to bed he has to make sure all the doors and windows in the house are locked, no exclusions, no excuses. he checks them twice just in case. force of habit.

washes your hair whenever you're too tired, doesn't say a word. has very gentle hands.

he never fully relaxes whenever you hug him from behind, jolts his shoulder as if he's bracing for impact.

insists on knowing your location at all times, you call it 'controlling behaviour' he calls it 'just in case' he knows the world much better than you do.

likes just falling on top of you whenever you're lying down on the couch or the bed.

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃

works out obsessively and painfully on the days you guys have arguments, he thinks the sweat will burn the guilt out.

brings home protein bars and vitamins instead of flowers, calls it 'survival'.

when he kisses you, it's as if it's the last time, he's so intense and rough that you have to often remind him, 'you don't have to right here's.

gets those 'everything free' pastas and insists that it tastes good.

sometimes accidentally yells and then curses himself out.

𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑

has a secret file on you, blood type, health stats, allergies, etc.

has a habit of staring at you out of the blue, as if you're an artifact.

corrects your facts mid conversation or while you're arguing in that same deadpan voice.

reads aloud scientific facts from his encyclopedias or journals, you think it's as close as it's getting to him reading you stories. and he finds your attempt at understanding him cute.

fixes your posture mid hugs and kisses, you reason that it's his way of affection, 'fixing things'.

does NOT let you go anywhere without some form of tracking, you call it paranoia, he calls it protection. It is paranoia.

𝐋𝐔𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎

you find random notes when he's gone for days, 'i love you' in the sugar jars. 'make sure you have dinner' in your shoe.

he talks to you a lot in spanish when he's drunk, says 'i love you' in spanish a lot.

if you're a smoker, he lights your cigarettes even when he's the one who's trying to quit. he finds it sexy.

checks the locks of the house 3 times before you guys sleep, then makes you check it 3 times. he may not trust the world but he trusts you with all his being.

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐀

he freezes up whenever you cry, doesn't move, because he's seen way too many people die while sobbing.

tries to make you dinner every chance he gets but always ends up almost setting the kitchen on fire.

sings while cleaning, whenever you try to record him he pretends to get mad.

gets anxious when you don't reply to his text in under 5 minutes,

makes you laugh whenever he senses you're about to get upset. it's an old habit.

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

he keeps your voice notes saved, listens to them whenever he feels down.

he has nightmares he doesn't speak to you about. if he gets a nightmare when you're both asleep, he just wraps himself around you as if you're a body pillow.

double knots your shoes whenever you're distracted, he doesn't want you to trip.

fixes everything in the house without you even noticing something was broken.

a very, VERY light sleeper. if you so much as cough, he's awake and by your side.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆~!

[sturniololuvz]

You should write a little sister fic where she is in a bad mood and like yells at Chris and it makes him really upset then she realizes she was mean and starts crying and just wanting comfort from him and they like make up and it’s just fluff

“Too Much”

The door slammed harder than it needed to.

Y/N kicked off her shoes and threw her bag onto the floor. The apartment was warm, cozy — the smell of dinner in the air, some song playing faintly from upstairs where Nick was probably messing with speakers again — but it all grated on her nerves like sandpaper.

She stormed toward the kitchen without a word.

Chris glanced up from the stove. “Hey, you’re home late—”

“Don’t start,” she snapped, yanking the fridge open like it had offended her.

He blinked. “I was just saying hi.”

“Well maybe I don’t want to be talked to right now,” she said, slamming the fridge shut and grabbing a cup. “You ever think of that?”

Chris turned off the stove, brows furrowing. “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing!” she shouted, spinning to face him. “God, can’t I have one bad day without you hovering over me like I’m gonna break?!”

His jaw tensed. “I’m not hovering, Y/N. I’m trying. You came in here like a hurricane, and I’m the one who always ends up picking up the pieces.”

She scoffed. “That’s not true.”

“It is true!” he snapped back, stepping forward. “Every time something’s wrong, I’m the one who has to guess what I did. You don’t talk, you just explode! And I’m sick of getting hit with the fallout!”

“I didn’t ask you to fix me!” she shouted, voice sharp. “You act like I’m some broken thing you have to babysit all the time, like I can’t be trusted to feel anything without you hovering!”

Chris flinched like she’d smacked him.

There was a long pause. His voice dropped, low and wounded. “That’s how you see me?”

The words echoed between them — loud in the sudden silence.

Y/N froze.

Chris stepped back, shaking his head. “I cook for you. I stay up worrying. I cover for you when you shut down. I’m not doing that because I think you’re broken. I’m doing it because I love you, and I want to take care of you. But if that makes me the bad guy, then fine.”

He walked past her.

“I didn’t mean—” she tried.

“I know,” he said over his shoulder, heading toward his room. “But it still hurt.”

And then he was gone.

The second his door clicked shut, Y/N felt it.

The anger drained out of her all at once, replaced by a hot, panicked wave of guilt that hit like a truck. Her knees wobbled. Her throat tightened. You hurt him. Not just annoyed — hurt him. The one person who always showed up for her.

She was crying before she even got the door open.

⸻

Chris was sitting at the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, staring blankly at the floor when she slipped in.

“Chris…” Her voice cracked.

He didn’t look up.

Y/N walked straight over and dropped to her knees in front of him. “I didn’t mean what I said.”

“I know,” he said quietly.

“I was mad. And tired. And everything felt too big. And I took it out on you because you’re the only safe thing I have and I thought… if I yelled, it would make the feelings stop.”

He looked at her now, eyes soft but still guarded.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, voice shaking. “You’re the only one who makes me feel like I’m not drowning. And I was so mean. I didn’t even realize how bad it was until I saw your face and—” Her voice cracked completely.

Chris leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her tight.

She burst into full sobs in his chest, clinging to the front of his hoodie like a little kid. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“You didn’t break anything,” he murmured, holding her steady. “You’re allowed to lose it. You just have to come back.”

“I’m back,” she whispered.

They sat there for a long time — her on the floor, him on the edge of the bed, arms around each other like the world couldn’t touch them in that moment.

Eventually, Chris kissed the top of her head. “Wanna go yell at a pint of ice cream together?”

She sniffled. “Only if we throw a spoon at it dramatically first.”

He smiled. “Atta girl.”

⸻

[apenapaperandadoofus]

Ok guys. Part 4. We didn’t read much today bc my dad didn’t want to leave the room but eh. We made it from the Gilded Banquet to the Shengyuan festival arc, when Xie Lian has just realized his earring is missing.

Mom was once again flabbergasted by the curse words. Especially when Xie Lian cursed she clutched her invisible pearls.

Was also afraid that in the future LQQ would come and kill Juan. And I was like oh. Oh mother.

AND THEN SHE JUST SAYS: what if they both die and then just have the two ashes together :) WITH A SWEET SMILE? MOM?

(She knows the ring is the ashes I accidentally spoiled it 😭 but she also thought Xie Lian could only die bc of the ashes so I had to explain some worldbuilding real quick) but also mom why tf did you go full Shakespeare and wish for them both to die PLEASE 😭

She cheered out loud when SQ came in, let’s goooo

Feng Xin has been promoted to: Feng Shui. She at least got the first part right lmao

We had such an interesting conversation about Wu Wu. So he was just talking to XieXie about a spy in the heavens. At first she suspected Yin Yu. Then she went “Wait what if it’s WuWu”. To that, my heart stopped. I thought she had figured out he was the big baddie (not white clothed calamity but a bad guy) just two books in. I was like NOOO. But then she goes. “Juan mentioned about heavenly officials going down to Ghost City, and WuWu is away most of the time. What if he isn’t meditating: BUT PARTYING?!”

Then she began to say that Juan and WuWu were…drum roll please: SIBLINGS! Or a father and son duo. And then she said “MAYBE HE KNOWS JUAN LIKES XIEXIE AND THATS WHY HE SENT HIM DOWN- HES A MATCHMAKER”

Which is fair given we’re only two books in lmao.

Then, we were reading the whole Xie Lian finds his parents scene. My mother? No reaction, didn’t even gasp. Me? Almost sobbed, I low-key hadn’t read this part since the first time and I almost broke in front of her and I had to keep my voice steady while I read pfttt

Then. We made it to the second arc. Mother was flabbergasted.

She actually likes Mu Qing!!! Let’s go! My baby has one more protector! We haven’t gotten his full backstory yet, but she thinks they both try and protect Xie Lian, just that Mu Qing is a bit envious (which yeah it’s true, but it’s also because of his insecurities AHG MQ my love- anyway I already did a mini meta about him lmao I’m not crying here)

She does think Hua Cheng is the child that fell HOWEVER one thing I find interesting is that she thinks he was a shapeshifter back then. Like he WASNT a kid, he was someone that shapeshifted into a kid.

She also fully supports Hua Cheng even after being told he has killed gods and done heinous things (which I do too but the thing about my mom is she’s a pacifist so she doesn’t like characters that kill and such) however with Hua Cheng she went I fully support this man’s rights and wrongs LETS GOOO

Anyway that’s all probably for a while- tomorrow we won’t be able to read much since we have a family party, and idk about Sunday.

But I did ask her which animals she thought the TGCF characters would be.

Xie Lian: black cat (BC of his luck :()

Hua Cheng: she said a dragon or an eagle.

Jun Wu: lion

Qi Rong: A GOAT?! And not just any goat but the crazy goats which I almost cried laughing lmao

Part 3

[spearxwind]

Happy 10th birthday to Cercerion!

OUGHHH UR RIGHT CERCIE IS 10 YEARS OLD NOW !!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY BOY BELOVEDEST DID NOTHING WRONG EVER IN HIS WHOLE LIFE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[beyondplusultra]

It's like I blinked and "Haha I'm going to kill myself" became a funny joke to make again, or an alright thing to say ironically. You guys stop that. You'll feel better for not saying it, I promise.

[fluffyapplecat]

Keyleth and Vax changed the genre of their story then rewrote the epilogue to match and I'm totally fine and not at all sobbing my eyes out at an unholy hour over these maybe-not-so -doomed-after-all lovers, nope haha I'm fine- 😭 😭 😭 ❤️❤️❤️

[the-bat-bros]

When the guy who owns your local comic book store knows that you LOVE Jason Todd and reaches out the second he gets an old death in the family turned in 🥹 I didn’t even ask him to keep an eye out for this guys. Guys 😭.

[kisasan]

[ps-cactus]

🎄🎁✨ Christmas 2024 - Masterpost ✨🎁🎄

posts with, by or for Cactus, Alyn, Snowflake and Friends

─⋆⋅ Yule ball ⋅⋆─

hosted by @leaping-toadstool-caps 💙

🎄❤️ Yule ball by @rypnami 💙 ft. Alyn x Ominis

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hosted by @dwightschrute11 💙 and @ladyofsappho 💙

❄️ I was a Secret Santa for @morelikeravenbore 💙; my idea was to make posts from Snowflake the House-Elf with some silly little magic gifts, but we ended up writing hundreds (thousands lol?) words of crack that only kept getting wilder IT WAS SO MUCH FUN I LOVED EVERY BIT OF IT! *Elmo fire gif*

Intro and the Scroll Enchanted earplugs (gone wrong) Christmas Traditions ft. Seb's brilliant ideas Traumatising Snowflake (NSFW fics recs, go check them out!) iTime-Turner Pro Max and "Rawr XD" Seb Breaking out from early 2000s AU Final post, thanks and love

🎅 My Secret Santa was @dom1re 💙; thank you so much for your asks and the gift! Alyn x Ominis big couple lore post ✨ Gift art - Omilyn hug ❤️ that still makes me UGLY SOB AND SCREAM whenever I look at it (which is often):

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🕯️🎄☕ Alyn and Christmas, and here by @diana-bluewolf 💙

Hayrose Cinematic Universe (aka HCU)

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The HCU gang by @girl-named-matty 💙

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art 💌 -

the warmest hugs by @myokk 💙 (ft. Eloise, Elsie and Val!)

cards 💌 - from Alyssa @anomalyaly 💙 from wenxirem @wenxirem 💙 from my braincell twin Casper @savingsallow 💙 from Matty @girl-named-matty 💙 from Kiwi @kiwiplaetzchen 💙

I won't include all the cards I sent here but please know YOU ARE TRULY A TREASURE 💙

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✨ I'm so incredibly happy to have met you all in this fandom! Thank you for your amazing selves I LOVE YOU! ❤️🎄

[kindaasrikal]

As much as i like writing the tempest duo (Garmadon and Morro) as two menaces to society filled with sarcasm,

(TW: mentions of death, large insecurities in ones self worth)

I also like to imagine Morro sobbing desperately as he finally breaks down after accepting he no longer has to try, wailing as he tries to contain it when he screams “Everyone lied to me.” As he stares up at a blank faced Garmadon.

I imagine him screeching from everything crashing down again, because he has been a teenager for far too long, that “they filled me with hope, Garmadon. Hope they shouldn’t give to someone who is hopeless.”

And as he keeps screeching in sorrow, from the snap that was long coming (and has not and will not be the last time), as he punches the immovable chest in front of him, as he yells and yells about how he just wanted to be worth it, about how he was told he could be someone important, when he was never important. About how he wishes he had simply died on the streets so he wouldn’t be plagued by the guilt and horrors he had faced and caused,

He feels arms tightly wrap around him as they trap him against the immovable chest, and he struggles and yells at the other, insults tumbling out.

And as Garmadon wraps his arms securely around the boy who had no one secure in his life, he refuses to let this damn teenager fall into the same despair of loneliness and misunderstanding as he did.

At one point, Garmadon used to ignore Morro’s ‘tantrums’. It took him time to truly listen, and understand the boy in front of him was nothing like Wu, and completely and utterly like Garmadon.

(Like how his own son was so much like Wu)

It terrified the man, knowing the cycle had continued. Wu and Garmadon, Lloyd and Morro. He can’t let go of Morro because then he would be letting go of the little oni and dragon hybrid destined for evil yet so tiny and innocent.

He won’t ever let go of Morro because he sees a little brown haired boy who fell down a path they never wished for, and he will never let go of that boy.

He will never let go of Morro, like how Wu never let go of Lloyd.

And as the teenager who has been so young for so long loses the fight against the immovable arms, the once four armed oni feels tears drench his shirt as sobs echo across the field.

Morro will never be a good person. He will never run away from his past.

But he doesn’t have to do it alone, and it would be too much effort to get rid of someone who gets it even better than he does.

Garmadon will never let go. He won’t ever let go of someone he loves (?) again when he can save them.

[moonchild-in-blue]

Missing Limbs - Vessel intro