#sooooooooo obsessed with them

[tivainacaskett]

Mote in Monte Carlo. I prayed for days like this

[starbuck]

Ravenous is Haunted

Within the lore of Ravenous, eating people causes you to “absorb [their] spirit,” but what does that mean in practice?

Ives mentions that eating someone brave gives you a surge of bravery, which is exactly how Boyd goes from too scared to move to single-handedly capturing the enemy command. The spirit of his fellow soldiers and specifically his commanding officer compel him to do it. But we know that this personality shift is not permanent, it abates. However, I believe that there are other more subtle influences that remain. 

There’s a whole collection of things Boyd, Ives, and Hart do and say that mirror the actions and words of the people they’ve eaten…

The protectiveness that Boyd shows towards the Fort Spencer crew after Ives arrives as colonel is a new trait for him and highly reminiscent of Reich’s protectiveness towards Toffler. From the moment he’s stuck with Ives at the fort, Boyd also immediately decides to murder him, the thing that Reich died furious at him for not doing, and never strays from this mission at all. Boyd and Ives both headbutt each other in their final fight, a Knox fighting move, and Boyd also attempts to strangle Ives at one point, which is Reich’s. Another example that I like is when Hart says to the chickens he’s feeding “run away! run for your lives!” which is what Toffler died doing. These are all small moments in isolation, but together they form a compelling picture. 

For another thing, you have Boyd mentioning to Hart near the end the “nightmares” he’s “still” having about Reich, Cleaves, and Knox. These aren’t just random trauma nightmares, they are specifically about the three people of the Fort Spencer crew that he’s eaten. And, considering how strongly Hart reacts to the mention of this, he is likely experiencing the same thing. Since it is canon that they have actually ABSORBED these people by eating them, I don’t think it’s a stretch at all to call this a haunting. 

Put these together and you have the people who have been eaten haunting the cannibal characters at night and maintaining at least some sway over them by day, often without them even realizing it… Fun stuff!

As far as Ives goes, I think that he is less affected by this phenomenon than Boyd and Hart are. He’s been eating people for much longer than they have, he has no moral compass whatsoever, and he has a very strong personality, so he’s not gonna let a little haunting get to him. That being said, who knows what quirks of his personality we might be able to attribute to people he’s eaten in the past if we knew more about them? I also think that his assumption that he is unaffected by the people he eats is a part of his downfall, and I’ll explain that in a moment. 

The last thing I want to talk about is the bell because that’s what REALLY gets me mmmmmmmmmmm… SO! During Boyd’s fight with Ives, there’s a moment where Ives has fled the room they were fighting in and Boyd doesn’t know where he is, so he’s checking behind all these random doors and not finding him when he hears a bell ringing in the courtyard. He goes out and sees the ringing bell but no one near it. Instead of going towards it where he knows Ives is likely waiting for him though, he walks towards the barn, as if in a daze. When he enters, he sees the bear trap and gets an “Aha!” look on his face. 

Now, who do we know who is associated with both that bell and a bear trap? It’s Reich! He is the only person we ever see ring that bell and (in a deleted scene) he uses bear traps as target practice, shooting at them to snap them shut while Boyd watches. So, at the very least, we can say that Reich indirectly inspires Boyd in that course of action. 

BUT, because I am me, I’d like to take it a step further by proposing that, since Reich is haunting both Boyd AND Ives, he influences Ives to ring the bell (with Ives not consciously thinking anything more of about than “this will surely get Boyd’s attention >:)”) and then influences Boyd to walk over to the barn instead of immediately continuing the fight so he can show him how to end it once and for all. Boyd asked Reich to “tell me what to do,” and Reich answered him!

I did also write a fic about this concept a few years ago if anyone is interested!

[myokk]

WWII AU where Sebastian is in the RAF & Eloise is a wealthy heiress💓

A redraw (repaint ?) of some of my favorite Porco Rosso scenes 😇🙏

[seeinganewlight]

that bottle shattered at the vigil, just like the barometer shattered in my apartment. both times i felt something, and i know you felt it, too. and both times we were close enough to...

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

Garak is So much right from his first episode. Laura Palmer of Cardassia over here trying to get laid, foil a terrorist plot, AND work a retail shift, all while high as fuck. Dude’s schedule in Past Prologue is FULL.

[sga-owns-my-soul]

the children* yearn for the fic snippets

*myself and our mutuals who love your writing

i know this was probably about the sheppard becomes a bad guy snippet i just posted but idc i'm taking this as permission to post another snippet bc this is my blog and i make the rules anyways this is from idk rodney's parents or something

"Mother. Father. I wasn't expecting to see you here." Rodney spoke stiffly, addressing the older couple in front of them. There was an edge of panic in his voice that only ever came out when things were seriously bad. John glanced at Ronon, pleased to see a lethal expression on his face as he watched Rodney's parents.

"Of course you weren't, because you couldn't be bothered to invite us. Was it because you're too stupid to remember, or too terrible of a child to want us here?"

"No, it's not that-"

"Don't argue with your mother. You should be apologizing to her, do you know how much we spent to come out here? And you couldn't even be bothered to give us a call. Ungrateful and inconsiderate as always, Meredith."

"I'm sorry," Rodney said immediately, looking down. John stared at him in shock- in all his years of know Rodney, the man had only apologized a handful of times, and only when he was dead wrong.

"And really, Meredith, an award on wormhole theory? Why are you wasting your life doing such useless things? Why can't you do something good with yourself for once?"

"It's not-"

"Don't argue with your father. He only wants what's best for you, you should listen to him. Why can't you be more like Jeannie?"

[aelswiths]

this shot haunts me

[cowlovely]

just finished 8x01 in my doctor who rewatch and i feel like this

[deathturned]

@xfindingtrouble said: ❝ sometimes we need the cold light of death before we can see reality. ❞  from percy,,,

She wishes she knew what to say to that.

Tragic, isn't it? There's no easy answer, no clever quip waiting at the tip of her tongue. She doesn't have anything to say to that and certainly nothing to take the weight out of it. A hand moves, and she only recognizes it as hers when she feels the soft skin of his ankle under her palm. Her fingers curl against the back of his heel, and she strokes her thumb across the top of his bare foot, her expression thoughtful, her silence deliberate.

"Sometimes," Vex acquiesces finally, and her hand slips up to curve against their calf. She is near overwhelmed by the sight of them, sometimes—the tousled white hair, sticking up at odd angles from the desperate ministrations of her own impatient fingers, the same ones now so gentle against their skin; the green of their eyes, almost startling, always beautiful; the crooked curve of their lips when they know something she doesn't and the crease between their eyebrows when she's said something deliberately wrong, just to get them going. "But—for what it's worth—I think, perhaps, we were inevitable."

There is a rage inside of her that is never quite quelled, located in the scarred chamber of her heart where she feels her brother's oath the most. There are scars across her body she can trace to map out a timeline of death and pain. There is a spot behind her left ear where Percy kissed her yesterday, one of his hands gathering her hair over her right shoulder and the other settled on her side, and his breath warm on her neck when he let out a chuckle at her yawn as she made peace with the morning. There is a section of skin where she has no sensation, the result of an exploding arrow that went off too soon and burned her fingertips while Pike was away. There is a hollow in the pit of her stomach when she thinks of Scanlan, and his silence, and her own guilt. There is a small cluster of freckles on her back that Percy traced when he climbed into bed beside her tonight, finger feather-light as he made out a shape that he swore was a constellation. There is agony inside of her, dulled only by years of learning how to swallow the pain she felt and let it burn her from within.

There is more love than she knows what to do with, sweet on her tongue like the taste of their kiss. Vex leans into them, and at once, they press their heels into the mattress so she can rest her weight against his thigh, her hand moving back to settle at their thigh.

"Almost losing you made me understand how badly it needed to be said." Her concession is quiet, thoughtful. "But even without that, I would have told you. I doubt I could have stopped myself if I tried."

[rigginsstreet]

theo rossi talking about how his dad abandoning him as a kid shaped this mindset of "well if he thinks im shit then i must be shit so let me prove it to the rest of the world and be horrible and abuse myself too"...

billy hargrove teas i fear

[astuteology]

Some more astrology notes/observations🍀🦫

🪐Aries placements are more observant than Scorpio placements. Here's why- they are the babies of the zodiacs, and as a baby, they observe everyone and everything around them. Learning things on their own. Knows who has bad aura or energy.

��Planets in the 5th house makes you more appealing to others than planets in the 1st house.

🪐Capricorns placements are hard to anger but once angered, their rage is worse than an aquarius or a cancer.

🪐Underdeveloped cancers fit the stereotype of gemini having 2 faces than gemini itself.

🪐Mercury in the 1st house individuals are turned off "badly" by people who talk shit and speak with half knowledge.

🪐1st house moon has this brightness on their face that makes others stop and stare. I'm sure they've had this question "do I have something in my face?". Actually you do, it's your magnetism.

🪐Underdeveloped Scorpio rising are all talk and no action. They're gonna be like "oh I'm gonna show them why they shouldn't have done that!". And then they run away, avoiding confrontation.

🪐As much as an aries like direct, clear and open communication, they themselves act passive-aggressive sometimes.

🪐Speaking of aries, their love for freedom is above everything. They want love that frees them. Same goes for aquarius.

🪐Virgo's perfectionism can make them loyal and dedicated partners.

🪐Cancer sun + leo moon, when in an argument with their love, they became dramatic and attention seeking, needing reassurance.

🪐Aquarius sun + Scorpio moon makes the individual fear intimacy and emotional vulnerability. Aqua's reluctance to open up and scorpio's intense emotional needs. This create a push and pull dynamic.

🪐Taurus venus + Sagittarius mars makes an individual have conflicting desires. Commitment vs exploration. Stability vs adventure. Emotional intensity vs intellectual connection.

🪐Scorpio placements are often lost in their thoughts even more than gemini or pisces placements. They often feel like outsiders, observing life from afar.

🪐Leo placements are passionate. Like VERY passionate. They do be having a tendency to burn the bridges, quick and fast.

🪐Capricorns often possess a witty, understated sense of humor.

🪐Speaking of Capricorn, they are sooooooooo slow to trust. Even more than a Scorpio.

🪐Aries moon is as sensitive as cancer and pisces moon. They feel so deeply.

🪐Aries placements competitiveness can lead to sabotage and self destruction.

🪐Cancers strive for perfection more than a virgo. But this can lead to anxiety and burnout.

🪐Taurus placements can love you and never let you know. Ever.

🪐I've seen virgo placements being obsessive in relationships more than Scorpio placements. (Tell me why, please.)

🪐Sagittarius placements are often restlessness. They are looking for something that they don't even know.

🪐Mars square uranus- self destructive tendencies.

🪐Aries venus in the 12th house: hidden vulnerability- fear of loss. Fear of losing themselves or their lover.

🪐Mercury square neptune- inner turmoil and emotional depth.

🪐Moon square Saturn: inner critic. Perfectionism.

🪐Gemini in the 12th- easily distracted. Easily scattered. A small memory can scatter them.

🪐Cancer moon in the 12th: fear of abandonment. Fear of emotional rejection. Difficulty in trusting others.

🪐Sun square Jupiter- confidence or arrogance?

🪐Sun conjunct saturn- fear of not shining. Fear of not meeting the expectations. Self doubt.

🪐Mercury conjunct pluto- obsessive tendencies.

🪐Mercury square chiron- self doubt that feels like it goes on forever. Self criticism.

🪐Venus square Saturn- harmony or authenticity?

🪐Libra venus in the 12th- fear of opening up. Fear of being judged. Fear of angering your partner.

🪐Pluto square moon- terrified of superficial people tbh. They are very very very scared of opening up.

🪐Pluto trine neptune: rebirth. Transformation. Regeneration. Renewal.

🪐Jupiter square uranus: restlessness for something. Something that needs a change.

🪐Jupiter conjunct mars- fear if the unknown. (Strange? I know.)

🪐Saturn square moon- weight of responsibilities. Their head are usually heavy. (I'll fight with god to take half of your responsibilities.)

🪐Uranus square venus: detachment. Fear of intimacy. May even lose interest in love.

🪐Neptune square moon- reality or illusion? Is it real or is it fake? Am I being guided or am I being lied to?

🪐Scorpio in the 8th house is same as the Scorpio sun, moon or venus.

🪐Aquarius moon experience emotions in different ways, often needing space to process.

🪐Aquarius ascendant- unpredictable first impression.

[maraczeks]

friends s5 thread pt 1

[archiveofvirtue]

Sooooooooo OBSESSED with Rafe s4. Thinking Pogue reader is afraid to introduce her parents to Rafe, because she is afraid of what Rafe will think and whether he will be all arrogant or not. So her parents go to Tannyhill to have lunch with her and Rafe and her mother is impressed with the house, and her father doesn't even know what to say and starts talking about things from their reality and God. The reader wants so badly for her parents to like Rafe, but she is also so apprehensive about what Rafe will think of her parents. And I keep hammering in my head what Rafe would think and do.

MEETING YOUR PARENTS! ⸻ rafe cameron

notes / ahh i love this idea! tysm for sharing 🎀 i think rafe would try his best to impress your parents, maybe even going a bit overboard with his charming demeanor, and saying exactly what they wanted to hear, so i hope u enjoy this little drabble!

content / rafe cameron x fem!reader, bf!rafe, fluffy, rafe being the perfect boyfriend, lovey dovey type shit

You paced nervously in your bedroom, running your fingers through your hair as you glanced at your reflection in the mirror. Your heart was racing, and your mind was filled with a hundred anxious thoughts.

You had been dating Rafe for a few months now, and while things between you two had been great, the thought of introducing him to your parents filled you with dread.

The Camerons had a reputation—powerful, wealthy, and a bit presumptuous. The last thing you wanted was for Rafe to come across arrogant and full of himself, like he could be from time to time, and clash with your modest, down-to-earth family.

"What if he says something rude?" You muttered to yourself. "Or worse, what if he acts like he's better than them?"

You sighed and grabbed your phone, your fingers hovering over Rafe's contact before you hit send on the message, asking if he was still okay with meeting your parents.

Almost immediately, your phone buzzed with a response.

Rafey: Of course, baby. I'm actually looking forward to it. How about this, I invite them to Tannyhill for lunch? It'll be perfect.

You stared at your screen, surprised. You hadn't expected him to be so enthusiastic. Yet your first instinct was to panic—Tannyhill was a mansion, the epitome of the Cameron wealth. Your parents would be so out of their element. But before you could talk yourself out of it, you agreed, trusting Rafe's judgment for the moment.

The day of the lunch arrived, and your nerves were in overdrive. You could barely focus on getting ready, your mind playing out all the potential disasters. What if your parents felt overwhelmed by the grandeur of Tannyhill? What if they felt judged? And what if Rafe didn't like them?

While Rafe also had a thousand things rushing through his head, a rare hint of nerves creeping into his usually confident demeanor. He wasn't used to feeling this way—after all, he was a Cameron.

His family's name carried weight in the Outer Banks, whether people liked it or not. But today was different. Today, he was meeting your parents, and despite his outward calm, he knew how important this was to you.

And he knew how nervous you were the last few days, afraid of what your parents might think of him or what if they didn't like him. Rafe didn't want that. He cared about you, more than he'd ever admit out loud, and the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable.

That's why he'd come up with the idea to host your parents for lunch at Tannyhill. It was his home, a place where he felt in control, and if it would help put you at ease, he'd do whatever it took.

When you arrived with your parents, Rafe was outside waiting, standing tall with his hands in his pockets. Your mom gasped in awe. Your dad on the other hand was quieter, his expression more difficult to read. Rafe knew that feeling—trying to find your footing when you're surrounded by things that scream money and privilege. But he didn't let that faze him. Instead, he smiled, genuinely happy to see them.

"Well, it's certainly... big," your mom said with a polite smile, her eyes wandering over the sprawling estate to which you could just shyly smile before approaching Rafe.

"Beautiful place, huh?" Rafe greeted them as as he walked toward them, slipping his arm around your waist and a genuine smile on his face. He kissed you on the cheek, hoping it might calm your nerves.

"I'm really glad you all could make it. I've been looking forward to this."

Your heart skipped a beat, pleasantly surprised at how at ease he seemed. No arrogance, no flashy behavior—just Rafe, being himself.

He guided your parents into the house, doing his best to make the atmosphere feel casual, even though you were surrounded by the grandeur of Tannyhill. As the four of you sat down for lunch, he could feel your tension next to him. He knew you were desperate for your parents to like him, to see past the Cameron name and see who he really was. And honestly, he wanted the same thing.

Your mom was still clearly impressed by the house and couldn't help but comment on the elegant architecture and the lush gardens outside. Your dad still being his usual analytical self, began to warm up slowly and instead of retreating, like you feared he would, he filled the silence with casual talk, touching on everything from fishing to local news to the weather.

Rafe wasn't sure if it was nerves or just the quiet nature of the man, but he respected it. He could tell that the man was trying to find common ground, and he appreciated the effort.

To your immense relief, Rafe engaged in the conversation effortlessly, showing interest in your dad's stories and even sharing a few of his own. He didn't flaunt his wealth or status—he was present, attentive, and respectful. He was just... your boyfriend, and he wanted your parents to see that.

As the meal progressed, you began to relax, though you still couldn't shake the lingering worry about whether Rafe liked your parents. You wanted so badly for everything to go well, for them to see the side of him you saw—the side that was caring and thoughtful, not the side everyone in the Outer Banks assumed existed.

Your mom was laughing, your dad still engaged in conversation, and everyone seemed to be enjoying the evening. It was a good sign, but Rafe wasn't the kind to get cocky about it. He knew this meeting was important, and he needed to do right by you.

After dessert, Rafe stood and cleared his throat, looking directly at your parents. "I just want to say, I'm really glad I got the chance to meet both of you. Y/n means the world to me, and it's important to me that her family feels comfortable with me, too."

Your mom smiled warmly, reaching across the table to give your hand a squeeze. The reassurance making you sigh in relief. "We're happy to meet you, Rafe. You've been a wonderful host today."

Your dad nodded, and you could see the approval in his eyes. It was enough to calm the last of your anxieties. And It was definitely a sign for Rafe to know that they were okay with him—and that was enough.

As your parents said their goodbyes to your boyfriend and already walked ahead, Rafe gently pulled you aside, his hand resting on your lower back. "How do you think it went?" he asked, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

"I think it went well... better than I expected, really.." you admitted, finally allowing yourself to smile. "Thank you for being so great with them."

Rafe leaned in, kissing your forehead. "I told you it would be fine. I care about you, y/n. I wanted your parents to see that, too."

You wrapped your arms around him, your earlier anxiety replaced with something softer, more content and feeling grateful for how everything had turned out. Maybe you'd worried too much after all.

And Rafe knew he'd done something right as you smiled brightly. For once, it wasn't about being a Cameron or living up to some image. It was just about making you happy, and that, more than anything, made the day special.

tags 🏷��� @gibson-g1rl @nuemanfilms @starkeysprincess @starkeydolly @drewsarms @rafescokewhore @rafecameroninterlude @t6urusmoon @doll-face222 @hotch-meeeeeuppppp

[littlelamy]

Sooooooooo OBSESSED with Rafe s4. Thinking Pogue reader is afraid to introduce her parents to Rafe, because she is afraid of what Rafe will think and whether he will be all arrogant or not. So her parents go to Tannyhill to have lunch with her and Rafe and her mother is impressed with the house, and her father doesn't even know what to say and starts talking about things from their reality and God. The reader wants so badly for her parents to like Rafe, but she is also so apprehensive about what Rafe will think of her parents, if he would feel any contempt for they being Pogues. And I keep hammering in my head what Rafe would think and do.

a/n: i love this idea! I feel like rage would have a hard time with masking his natural arrogance but listening to reader’s parents, he changes his mind and attitude.

you stood at the edge of the driveway, biting your lip as you watched your parents’ old sedan crawl up the long, winding path to tannyhill. it felt like the moment you’d been dreading for weeks was finally catching up to you, no longer some distant “maybe.” your stomach churned with a mixture of nerves and anticipation, the tension sitting heavy in your chest. this wasn’t just any meeting.

you glanced at rafe, standing beside you on the front steps, exuding confidence as usual. arms crossed over his chest, his jaw set in that familiar way that made him look unbothered by everything around him. maybe this meeting was just a formality to him. maybe he wasn’t even worried at all. but you couldn’t help the thoughts racing through your mind. would he be arrogant? condescending? would he feel contempt for your parents just because they were pogues?

“you okay?” his deep voice broke through your thoughts.

you nodded, though the truth was you were anything but okay. “just… nervous.”

rafe’s blue eyes flicked to you, the corners of his mouth twitching in what might’ve been a smirk. “don’t worry. they’re your parents, not some strangers. it’ll be fine.”

you wished you could believe him, but the knot in your stomach said otherwise. “yeah, but… you know how different we are.”

he sighed, rolling his eyes slightly, clearly tired of the whole “pogue” versus “kook” conversation. it was something you’d tiptoed around since the beginning of your relationship, but it was impossible to ignore now that the two worlds were about to collide. “different how?” he asked, the hint of impatience in his voice. “so your parents don’t live in a house like mine. big deal.”

it was a big deal, at least to you. your family wasn’t poor, but you came from a modest life on the south side of the island, where people worked hard for what little they had. you knew your parents would feel out of place here, and worse—you worried rafe might make them feel that way, too.

“please, rafe,” you said quietly, squeezing his arm. “just be nice, okay? this means a lot to me.”

for a second, his hard exterior cracked, and he looked down at you, his expression softening just a bit. “i’ll be nice. i got it, alright?”

you nodded, though the tension inside you didn’t ease.

as your parents’ car came to a stop in front of the grand entrance, you watched your mom’s eyes widen at the sight of tannyhill. the sprawling estate, with its manicured lawns and massive columns, looked more like a museum than a home. your dad, always the quieter one, stepped out of the car more cautiously, his weathered hands resting on the door for a moment as he took it all in.

“wow,” your mom breathed as she approached you, her eyes still roaming the house. “this is… something.”

you forced a smile, trying to keep your nerves at bay. “yeah, it’s… big.”

rafe stood beside you, his arms still crossed, watching the interaction with that unreadable expression of his. he wasn’t exactly cold, but he wasn’t rushing to be warm and welcoming, either. you could already feel the tension between your two worlds, and the meeting had barely begun.

your mom, bless her heart, was the first to break the ice. she smiled warmly at rafe, holding out her hand. “you must be rafe. we’ve heard so much about you.”

he took her hand, offering a polite—if not a little stiff—smile. “nice to meet you, mrs. y/l/n.”

your dad, on the other hand, was more reserved. his eyes flicked from rafe to the house and back, clearly not sure what to make of the whole situation. after a beat, he extended his hand to rafe as well, though it wasn’t the warmest gesture. “rafe,” he said simply, his voice carrying that gruff, no-nonsense tone you knew so well.

“mr. y/l/n,” rafe replied, shaking his hand firmly.

the awkwardness hung in the air as you all made your way inside, the echo of your footsteps filling the vast foyer. you couldn’t help but notice the way your mom’s eyes roamed every inch of the place—the chandelier, the marble floors, the artwork on the walls. this wasn’t just a house; it was a statement. and you knew, deep down, that it was intimidating for them.

as you walked into the dining room, where lunch had been set up by the house staff, your dad muttered something under his breath. “this place is… a lot.”

you shot him a look, silently pleading for him to keep the comments to a minimum. you knew he didn’t mean any harm, but the last thing you needed was for rafe to pick up on any judgment.

your mom, ever the optimist, smiled brightly as she took her seat at the table. “it’s beautiful, really. thank you for having us over, rafe.”

rafe nodded, still a little stiff, but at least he was trying. “of course. glad you could come.”

as everyone settled in, the conversation was awkward at first, with your mom trying to ask polite questions about rafe’s family and the history of tannyhill. your dad, meanwhile, seemed more focused on the food in front of him, quietly cutting into his steak while occasionally glancing at rafe with an expression that said he was still figuring him out.

eventually, your dad cleared his throat and spoke up. “so, rafe, what do you do for work?”

you cringed inwardly, knowing that the answer would highlight the vast difference between their lives. rafe shifted in his seat, running a hand through his hair. “i help run my family’s company. we’re in real estate, mostly. construction, too.”

your dad nodded slowly, but you could tell he didn’t quite relate. he wasn’t the kind of man who dealt with big businesses or corporate meetings. his world was simpler—fishing, God, building, and working with his hands. “sounds like a lot of responsibility.”

“it is,” rafe admitted, though his tone remained neutral. “but it’s what i’m used to.”

you could see your dad struggling to find common ground, and for a moment, you feared the conversation would fall flat. but then, in true dad fashion, he shifted the topic to something he did understand.

“you know,” he said, leaning back in his chair, “i’ve spent most of my life working on boats. not much money in it, but it’s honest work. built a lot of them from scratch.”

rafe’s eyes flicked to your dad, and for the first time during the meal, you saw a hint of curiosity there. “you built them yourself?”

“yep,” your dad nodded, a touch of prideful in his voice. “fixed up an old fishing boat just last year. thing was practically falling apart, but i got her running again.”

rafe seemed to consider that for a moment before replying. “sounds like a lot of work. i respect that.”

your dad blinked, clearly surprised by the response. it wasn’t exactly high praise, but coming from rafe, it was something. you felt a small wave of relief wash over you, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly. maybe this wouldn’t be a total disaster after all.

as the conversation continued, your mom asked about your relationship with rafe—how you met, how long you’d been together. it was an innocent question, but it still made your heart race. you glanced at rafe, wondering how he’d answer.

“we’ve been together for a while,” rafe said casually, a small smirk playing on his lips. “she’s stubborn, but i like that about her.”

the comment made you blush, and you could see your mom’s smile widen. “stubborn, huh? sounds like my daughter.”

rafe chuckled softly, the tension easing just a little. “yeah, but it’s a good thing. keeps me on my toes.”

your mom seemed to like him well enough, but your dad… he was still harder to read. you knew he was protective, and the idea of you being with someone like rafe—a kook—probably didn’t sit well with him. even now, as he listened to rafe talk about his life, you could see the skepticism in his eyes.

the meal dragged on, each bite feeling heavier as the weight of your dad’s silence lingered in the room. you glanced at rafe, wondering if he’d noticed, but he kept his cool, never giving away whether your dad’s opinion mattered to him or not.

finally, after what felt like hours, the meal came to an end, and your parents stood to leave. your mom hugged you tightly, her smile still warm. “thank you for having us, honey. we had a wonderful time.”

“yeah,” your dad added, though his voice lacked the same warmth. he turned to rafe, shaking his hand again, this time more firmly. “take care of her, alright?”

rafe met your dad’s gaze, his expression serious. “i will.”

as your parents headed out the door and back to their car, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. the tension that had built up over the course of the afternoon was finally beginning to dissipate, but the lingering anxiety in your chest told you that this meeting had only been the first hurdle.

rafe turned to you, his expression unreadable. “so, what’d you think?”

you shrugged, trying to keep your voice light. “i think it could’ve gone worse.”

he snorted, shaking his head. “your dad doesn’t like me.”

“he doesn’t know you,” you corrected gently, placing a hand on his arm. “but he will. give him time.

rafe’s gaze softened, just a little, and he leaned down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “for you, i’ll try.”

the words sent a flutter through your chest, but you knew better than to think everything was resolved. this was just the beginning, after all—the start of merging two completely different worlds. and while you hoped things would get easier, a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder if it was always going to feel like this—like you were stuck between two opposing forces, trying to find a way to make them both fit.

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[videlia]

☾⊹₊ ⋆ Micah when you're on your period ☾⊹₊ ⋆

Just wanted to write some head canons for when you're on your period about our lovable cah-cah, since I actually finished playing error143 yesterday and phew! It has become one of my many obsessions♡

Micah is the absolute sweetest when you're on your period! Not to say he's not sweet to you 24/7.

But he's probably more caring than he usually is.

And he's a dork.

He knows how cranky you get when you're on your period so he's definitely on the lookout!

Oooouu especially when you get cramps, this man will not let you do anything around the house.

Like anything at all!

C'mon now, this man is the Micah Yujin, and you're his angel, of course he wouldn't let you lift a damn muscle!

Anything you need? He's dashing straight into your bedroom, ready to heed your request.

Water? Got it. You're cold and freezing? He'll gently tuck you in a shit ton of blankets while embracing you into his arms.

Did I mention that he uses this opportunity to cuddle you all the time?

A jelly donut from the new donut shop that just opened recently? No need to speak another word, it's already being delivered as you speak!

Work to do? He's already sent an email to your boss, giving them a dumb but believable excuse.

Basically, he's perfect.

Yet he tries so hard to resist bringing you food that would worsen your cramps! But he won't back down even when you look at him with that cute puppy-eyed look!

He immediately notices when your cramps intensify, noting the way you're clutching your tummy a little too tightly and the way you're squirming in bed.

He's one hell of a perspective boyfriend after all.

But not to worry! He's already prepared a heating bag, placing it on your abdomen, also including some painkillers by the nightstand to soothe your ache.

Though your period does have a toll on your attitude, Micah definitely doesn't mind at all, even when you scare him with that small death glare of yours when he's a being a snarky jerk.

But he just wants to make you smile when you're hurting this much.

Micah is sooooooooo patient with you, it's damn adorable to you too!

This manchild just loves you too much to not shower you with love, even when you're on your period.

[cielelyse]

Favourite 5 Saezuru Scenes

I recently reread Saezuru for the umpteenth time and just needed to gush about it like a crazed person who constantly hallucinates about Yashiro being happy and soOooOOooo.................

1. Why now? (Chapter 25)

These 3 panels kill me always... although it's the entire chapter 25 actually, and not just these panels. This broke me when I first read it nearly a decade ago, and it breaks me every time I reread it. I recently just listened to the drama CD for the first time and wanted to hear how this scene played out (a.k.a. wanted to hear Yashiro moan wkegh;ghwle) and I did not expect to start bawling and sobbing uncontrollably when his flashback appeared. WITH THE MUSIC AND EVERYTHING. THEY DID NOT SPARE ME. FUCK. What was supposed to be a tender and gentle and loving and intimate scene between them turned into Yashiro facing the effects of his childhood trauma -- that will never cease to hurt me. Doumeki saying "kashira, kashira, kirei" right before that broke me in a way reading that scene in English couldn't. I WILL NEVER GET OVER THIS and if I keep writing about it I'm gonna cry again so:

2. Car ride back from Kageyama's clinic (Chapter 4)

This is mostly for nostalgic reasons, really. I first read Saezuru in 2013, and I wasn't used to Yashiro at first. I didn't know what to make of him.

So what happened was that I read "Don't Stay Gold" first and was like... there's a manga about this mildly threatening and unreadable yakuza dude who's Kage's friend…? Who played cupid for him in a weird way? HMMMMM dubious, dubious. Would I even like him? It took me a while, but I finally gave Saezuru a shot anyway, and I remember feeling uncertain about Yashiro up until those panels. I remember it so starkly, because this was the instant I fell in love with him. I think it was because this was the first time I understood the depth of his loneliness (since I hadn't read his high school oneshot yet at this point).

There's just something about how Yoneda Kou-sensei draws these kinds of pages that just resonates with me so well. I CAN'T EVEN DESCRIBE IT. It just connects with me the way Yashiro connects with me, and that was pretty much it for me. Obsession sealed. Life signed away. For the next 10 years I would follow the story closely and routinely check every few months for updates. Yashiro became one of my only 3 comfort characters, and rereading Saezuru always gives me a catharsis and sense of peace that I didn't know how to find elsewhere.

3. "To go on living this strained existence... no longer holds any meaning to me." (Chapter 34)

This scene is one that I come back to every time I'm down. AM I A MASOCHIST? I really like the June translation too: "To go on living this strained existence no longer holds any meaning to me." I think the way the panels divided up those thoughts were brilliant!

This especially hurt me because for the entire manga up to this point, Yashiro has stated that he completely accepts himself and he's happy with who he is. It wasn't until his realization during the sex scene with Doumeki and how much he's said/done hurtful things to Doumeki afterwards -- who he considers pure and sweet and good -- that he thinks this.

4. "Falling in love feels like this" (Chapter 33)

The first time I read this, I had to set my PC down, go out to my apartment balcony, and just silently stare out into the night and resist the urge to smoke (that was half a joke) (I did feel a pang in my chest though) (and I did have to fight very hard not to smoke lwkehg;hge). I love the dialogue right after these panels too, when Yashiro said, "Your sister was lucky that you were there." That, along with Doumeki's reaction, hurt.

This was such an intimate scene between them. Yashiro was so vulnerable. So was Doumeki. I hadn't realized this until I reread Saezuru this year, but these two have always had such intimate scenes right from the start. It was a slow burn, yes, but they had always been instantly drawn to each other: Doumeki thinking Yashiro was beautiful and captivating, and Yashiro doing something he doesn't normally do with his subordinates the first time he met Doumeki. And it didn't clue in for me back in 2013, but their conversations with each other were much more intimate than the conversations they'd have with anyone else, right from chapter 1. I find that so precious.

5. Dream (Chapter 40)

I couldn't not include a scene from post-timeskip, BECAUSE I LOVE POST-TIMESKIP. I love Darkmeki and I love Yashiro and I love that the theme of post-timeskip centers around "change". Wish I could include that conversation Yashiro had with Tsunakawa about it, because I thought that drive-home was brilliant. I really appreciate that Yoneda Kou didn't have Yashiro and Doumeki get together right away after they have sex, and I really appreciate that the question was raised of: Do people change? Can people change on their own, or would you have to force them? Or are we always the same at our core? And I think the answer is of course a mixture of all of it, and that it's very much circumstantial and subjective, but I love how we're able to see the shifts in both Yashiro and Doumeki. How both men aren't quite the same people we knew pre-timeskip. Ten years ago I didn't think I would meet a version of Yashiro that wouldn't talk about sex 24/7, but here we are.

(Not to say that they're completely different now. They're still our Yashiro and Doumeki of course; I just wanted to gush about how well Yoneda Kou were able to flesh out her characters in such a complex, multidimensional way.)

ANYWAYS, I went on a rant without even mentioning these panels of Yashiro's dream. I love everything about it: Doumeki's face not showing, Yashiro running away and turning back to see Doumeki not there anymore, and that last panel of him standing in the middle of nowhere, lost and empty and lonely -- all of that was so incredibly told in pages of no words. UGH YONEDA KOU IS A GENIUS. It reminds me of that page of Yashiro looking at a mother and child in the rain; it's one of my favourite scenes too.

Honourary Mention (Chapter 4):

I should end with a more light-hearted one. THIS WAS CUTEEEE. I remember reading this for the first time and thinking Yashiro was just salty that his roleplay got ruined. But upon second reread (and maybe I'm delusional here), I thought he might've been happy to hear Doumeki say that.

We know Yashiro gets angry and irritated whenever he's happy to hear something sweet from Doumeki (like that extra when they ate together LOL), and that he had the same reaction of kicking the chair when Doumeki said he can't touch Yashiro's hair anymore. Which was cute to say. So I thought Yashiro might've lashed out in annoyance because he was glad that Doumeki doesn't mind. (I tried putting myself in Yashiro's shoes so many times trying to imagine how I would feel if Doumeki had said this............. and somehow came up with "happy" xD)

...........or maybe this was obvious to everyone and I've just been clueless. AAAAAAAA THIS IS WHY I LOVE ABOUT SAEZURU SO MUCH. It never spoon-feeds you information and lets its readers interpret :")