#sorry i get kinda emotional when i think of him

[yuzuna123]

Higa: What I found impressive was how Sakakura was so hated, but when everyone learned what he was like on the inside, his popularity shot up right when it was leading up to his last moments. In the beginning there, we were working hard planning a figure for him… Kodaka: It was kinda like, should we really have gone with Sakakura? (laughs) Higa: Things are a lot better now than they were back then. Kodaka: I’m sorry to Sakakura’s actor, Junichi Suwabe-san, who actually went and expressed his concern for him on Twitter. I want to make sure he knows just how popular he was in the end. Higa: When you watch the story again from the beginning after knowing about Sakakura, I think you’re gonna find him cuter when you see him putting on airs in the first half of the series. He acts tough, but he’s a good guy. Kodaka: Sakakura is deeply emotional. He’s catty at Naegi, and so on. But I don’t think he tells Munakata about his desires. He won’t even invite him out by saying, “Let’s go do some training together.” It’s like, he’ll watch him from afar, and come when he’s called. Also, I think you’ll notice this yourself upon rewatch, but when Sakakura tells Munakata, “As long as you’re still alive, the Future Foundation can get back on its feet,” you wonder if maybe he’s actually talking about himself, not the Future Foundation. Higa: It means that as long as Munakata is around, Sakakura will be all right.

omg i remember how much Sakakura was hated back then 😭😭

DR3 Spoiler Warning - here’s a post Kibou-hen interview with Kodaka and Higa (animation producer) from the Otomedia Winter 2016 issue. Much thanks given to @yukiz0me for scanning these!

This is … sure an interview, huh. I take no responsibility for anything anyone said in this. I’m just a translator living my life. I didn’t do anything! I was just trying to use my talent! It’s their fault for making something like this with it! (No it’s not actually that bad, but pretty lol-worthy in multiple frequent areas.)

Some topics covered include - reflection on the format and conceit of the series, Everyone Loves Sakakura, who would win in a fight, coming up with the ending first, SDR2.5, script revisions, all the things that got cut from Kibou-hen for time, Munakata’s character, Kodaka admitting he has no idea what happens next in-universe, ideas for spinoffs with the 77th class or 78th class, blu-ray extras… And More!

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[redicillin]

i’m at the point in the series where Cameron and chase are sleeping together as fwb, can I request doctor reader who finds out about this and is really upset because she thought there was something between her and chase, but maybe chase thinks that he’s not good enough for her and that she’d never go out with him and that’s kinda why he goes fuck it and starts sleeping with Cameron? sorry if that doesn’t make much sense!! 😭💗

𝐠𝐚��𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. (𝐫.𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞)

chase made a stupid mistake, and it ended everything between the two of you before it even began.

gn!reader ☆ 1.0k ☆ masterlist. ☆ sorry—

You’ve always prided yourself on being rational. You don’t get involved in workplace gossip, you don’t let emotions cloud your medical decisions, and you certainly don’t engage in petty jealousy.

But right now, sitting in House’s office as he drones on about a new case, you can feel the tightness in your chest, the sting behind your eyes, and the unrelenting weight of something ugly and unspoken pressing against your ribs.

Chase is sleeping with Cameron.

You wish you hadn’t found out. That House hadn’t been an ignorant prick and outed the two in the middle of the diagnostics room.

Maybe you could have gone a little longer in blissful ignorance, believing the stolen glances between you and Chase meant something.

Maybe you could have continued thinking that the lingering touches, the way his gaze softened when he looked at you, the easy banter—it all meant something.

But it doesn’t. Because if it had, Chase wouldn’t have fallen into bed with someone else.

You swallow down the lump in your throat and focus on House as he scrawls nonsense across the whiteboard. No one else in the room seems remotely aware of your inner turmoil. Foreman is scribbling notes, Cameron looks perfectly composed, and Chase—

Chase won’t meet your eyes.

That hurts most of all.

You don’t know how you missed it. Looking back, the signs were there. The subtle shift in Chase’s demeanor, the way Cameron would smirk at him from across the room, the way they seemed… closer. More comfortable. And now, knowing what you know, you can’t unsee it.

“You still with us?” House’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You blink and realise that everyone is staring at you.

“I’m fine,” you reply, keeping your tone even.

House gives you a look like he doesn’t believe you but, surprisingly, doesn’t push. “Great. Go do doctor things.” He waves a dismissive hand. “You especially.” He points at Chase. “I need a coffee, British people drink coffee don’t they?”

“Australian,” Chase rolls his eyes but stands, shooting you a hesitant glance before leaving the room.

You should let it go. You should get back to work, shove your feelings down where they belong, and pretend none of this affects you.

But you don’t. Instead, you follow him.

—

You catch up to Chase in the break room, where he’s waiting for the coffee machine to finish brewing. He notices you instantly, posture stiffening as he glances over his shoulder.

“Hey,” he says cautiously.

You cross your arms, leaning against the counter. “Hey.”

For a moment, there’s only silence between you. The sound of coffee dripping into the pot is the only thing filling the space, and the tension is suffocating.

Finally, Chase sighs. “I should’ve told you,”

The confirmation makes your stomach twist. It’s not even a denial, not even an attempt to play dumb. Just quiet resignation.

“Does it matter?” you ask, voice quieter than you’d like.

He exhales sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess not,”

You want to be rational about this. You want to be mature. But all you can think about is how stupid you feel. How blind you were to something happening right under your nose.

“I just…” You shake your head, trying to gather your thoughts. “I thought there was something between us.”

Chase’s jaw tightens, his gaze dropping to the floor.

You swallow hard. “Was I wrong?”

“No,” he admits. “You weren’t,”

His voice is quiet, but the weight of his words slams into you with full force. You weren’t wrong.

“Then why?” The question leaves your lips before you can stop it.

Chase exhales, dragging a hand through his hair. “Because it wouldn’t have mattered,”

Your brows furrow. “What?”

He looks at you then, really looks at you, and there’s something almost painful in his expression.

“You’re… you,” he says, as if that’s supposed to explain everything. “You’re brilliant. And focused. And incredible. And I—” He laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “I didn’t think I had a chance,”

Your heart clenches. “So instead of even trying, you just… what? Slept with the first woman you spoke to?”

He flinches. “It wasn’t like that,”

“Then what was it like?”

He hesitates, shifting uncomfortably. “I don’t know,” he admits. “Easy? Safe?”

That stings more than it should. “So I wouldn’t have been easy or safe?”

His gaze sharpens. “No. You would’ve been real,”

The words knock the breath from your lungs.

Chase shakes his head, jaw tight. “Look, I know I screwed up. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. Hell, I didn’t even think I had the ability to hurt you,” He huffs a bitter laugh. “Guess I was wrong,”

You don’t know what to say to that. Because he did hurt you. And the worst part is, you don’t know if he even realised he had the power to.

Silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating.

Finally, you speak. “Do you love her?”

Chase doesn’t answer right away. And that tells you everything you need to know.

“No,” he says at last, voice barely above a whisper.

You nod slowly, processing his answer.

Chase steps closer, hesitating before speaking again. “Do you love me?”

Your breath catches.

It would be so easy to lie, to tell him no, to walk away and pretend none of this mattered. But you’ve never been good at lying to yourself.

“I could have.”

Chase’s expression twists with something unreadable. Regret, maybe.

You don’t say anything else. You just turn and walk away, leaving him standing there with the weight of everything unspoken between you.

Because maybe, in another life, in another version of this story, things could have been different.

But in this one, Chase never even gave you the chance.

[andre-and-cal]

I NEED ANDRE AND CAL HCS!

Sure thing !! Hope you like! :3

General Andre and Cal Headcanons,,

Calvin tends to “tune out” Andre’s words whenever he’s explaining instructions to him— whether it be related to their Zero Day plans, board game rules, or other related topics. He frequently goes “Huh?” or “Hmmh?” when he’s not paying attention, to which Andre has to remind him about the topic and repeat his words over again. But he knows that Calvin can’t help it, and he generally doesn’t mind reminding him about different things— like homework, tests, etc. considering he has a better memory than Cal.

Andre and Cal watch malware-infested gore videos to further desensitize themselves to death and to sort of mentally prepare for Zero Day, and for the sake of watching people die. With the lack of concern yet interest in Cal’s eyes, Andre is both a little surprised, yet mostly unsurprised that Calvin reacts so indifferently to shock videos. He’d be a hypocrite if he labeled it as unsettling, after all. Their repeated pattern of watching these sorts of torture videos— especially when Cal can find “good ones” (in his words) at least— stemmed from the discovery of a website that showcased the aftermaths of car accidents. And after doing a little digging, Cal stumbled upon the leaked cartel videos section. He introduced the videos to Andre, and the other teen found himself getting intrigued by such graphic matter. Calvin describes the grislier videos as the “good videos”.

Calvin can definitely be a bit emotionally manipulative during arguments. Whenever Andre is provoked, grows visibly enraged, and blurts something out he doesn’t mean, Cal uses this to somewhat control Andre. And when he definitely wants to win the argument, he threatens to tell Andre’s cousin, his absent brother, or his parents about what he said. Andre may or may not care, since it really depends on why they’re bickering. But usually, he does care, and even though he tries not to let Cal influence his behaviors, especially during these negatively-charged moments, he doesn’t want anyone to find out about what he said— and definitely not family. Because in his eyes, this may raise suspicion and could result in their peers finding out about Zero Day. When he does decide to grow quiet, Cal is like, “Yeah, so shut the fuck up.” But his exploitative tactics don’t always work, and they could further influence Andre’s emotions.

Andre rarely apologizes when he means it. He kinda just says “Sorry,” after bumping into someone out of habit. He was taught to be respectful, but 90% of the time he doesn’t care about what he did wrong. Even during arguments, when Calvin is trying to state how he fucked up, Andre will tell him to get over it. Most of the time, he does care about aspects of their dynamic that do matter. But in some moments, he won’t, and he’ll just kept doing whatever it is he’s doing. To elaborate, if Cal told him to control himself and to stop being “dramatic”, Andre wouldn’t take him into consideration and would turn the tables by criticizing him about something he cares about and Cal doesn’t.

Calvin and Andre share clothes sometimes. To Cal, seeing Andre in his clothes is quite flattering. Andre thinks rings are cool, too, so he’ll wear them occasionally. Also, he likes to wear Cal’s bracelets and necklaces to feel closer to him, on top of matching dog tags with him.

Andre is an energy drinker. His favorite is Red Bull. Cal drinks a lot of soda and prefers Coca-Cola or Mountain Dew over anything else. While Calvin does enjoy having an energy drink sometimes, often sharing a Red Bull with Andre as energy drinks contain a lot of caffeine, he doesn’t really drink them on his own time.

When Andre and Cal first started planning Zero Day, as they began to practice handling their guns and shooting, they would frequently argue about the correct order and anatomy of the firearm parts they were using. Chris had to step in a couple times to calm them down. Cal insisted that he was right, while Andre insisted that he was right. In general, they have a hard time accepting that either one of them could be right— about anything, really, with the two determined to prove the other wrong and to “get on their high horse”. However, it isn’t uncommon for both boys to end up being wrong, especially if the conflict is similar to their gun-related issues.

[viceroywrites]

deja vu - part seven (ford)

planning out your road trip through the pacific northwest, you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the town of gravity falls.

little did you know that this town held more memories than you could have possibly imagined.

too bad you didn't remember any of them.

stan x fem!reader / ford x fem!reader

choose your own adventure / contains fluff and angst (w/ happy ending)

part six | part eight

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The ambient sounds of the Mystery Shack on a weekend were quite serene.

The sound of Abuelita’s telenovelas playing in the background, the creaking of the worn wood floors each time the younger set of Pines twins walked across their room, the top popping off a can of Pitt Cola before Stan takes a loud sip. 

Thankfully, the layers of dirt and concrete muffled the sounds of bickering that echoed through the basement that would quickly unravel the calm atmosphere upstairs. The  raised voices barely audible through the vending machine that sits in the gift shop.

You were on your fourth day of watching back your memories with Ford. To say it was a rollercoaster each day was an understatement. It was a 50/50 toss up on how the day would end. Half the days you and Ford would end up not talking to each other until the next day. The other half, you felt yourself getting closer to him, gracious for his presence and adding more clarity to the scenes that played before you. 

Today was an example of the former, your arms crossed over your chest after asking Ford to pause the tape after a particularly nasty fight the two of you had just played.

“Y/N, your interpretation of what I said was completely off-base.” Ford snaps, getting a bit defensive despite his promise that he would not try to defend his actions this time around. He couldn’t help himself, his mind defaulting to the logic that made the most sense to him. 

Old habits tend to die hard, it seems, when it comes to your dynamic with Ford.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know there were multiple ways to interpret you telling me that I was clueless. Please enlighten me.” You say with a sardonic tone, your expression sour. These past few days, it has started to dawn on you that Ford’s knowledge was somewhat limited in the emotional department. 

Ford pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Listen, if you just give me a chance to explain myself, what I meant to say was that you were clueless in the sense that you didn’t understand what I was up against at the time. I wasn’t commenting on your intelligence.” Ford attempts to assuage the impact of his words.

“Stanford, how is that any better?” You throw your hands up in frustration, “I knew you felt like you had the weight of the world on your shoulders, but that doesn’t excuse you taking it out on others, the very people trying to help you!”

“I didn’t ask for you to help me! It was your choice to give up your dream job back then! I didn’t need you!” A flurry of biting words leave Ford’s mouth before he can think about the consequences and if he truly even meant what he was saying. 

‘Fine, I don’t need your help!’

‘I don’t need you! I don’t need anyone!’

Those phrases echoed over and over in your head the past few days, sending you right back to the foggy memory of what you had surmised to be your last interaction with Ford. 

“Then what’s the point of me being here, Ford? If you didn’t need me then, you clearly don’t need me now.” You ask, about to turn your heel to head upstairs.

Your own ego would not allow you to just stand there taking Ford’s harsh words, and you had learned over the last few days that sometimes you had to choose your battles with the stubborn intellectual.  

Ford freezes at your response, the weight of your words hitting him like a bucket of cold water washing over him. 

The words you uttered were eerily similar to the exact words you had uttered when you left him thirty years ago.

‘Then what’s the point of me being here, Ford? Let me just get out of your way then.’ 

His hand reaches out, just like it did all those years ago, grasping your wrist firmly. You turn to look back at Ford, about to snatch your hand away, but the familiarity of this scene stops you.

You’ve been here before, haven’t you?

Old habits do die hard.

“I-I’m sorry.” Ford says, “I didn’t mean what I said..”

“Then why say it?” You ask, hurt evident in your tone. “Why ask me to come with you all those years ago to Oregon if you didn’t need me?”

“Because… I did need you. It’s just my pride got in the way, I wanted to do it on my own. The concept of asking for help was hard enough and I didn’t want to feel useless to you… in the past, I had to be pushed to a breaking point to ask. Even then… I had a hard time accepting help, believing that I had all the answers.” Ford rambled out in the best words he could find at the moment to explain himself.

You needed a moment to digest his explanation, still needing time to work through the pain his words had caused in the first place.

“Mind if we call it for today? I know we only got through four hours of memories but I just need some time to think it over, Ford.” You ask, hastily pulling your hand away from Ford’s grasp.

Despite being in such a rush to get your memories back a few days prior, you were at your limit already for today. 

Ford’s hand falls limp at his side, admitting defeat. Despite his stubbornness, he knew it was not optimal timing to be insisting you push onward especially when he was on thin ice in regards to how you felt about him at the moment, “Very well, let me know if you change your mind.”

After making your way up the staircase, you push against the vending machine door, closing it behind you. The gift shop is empty, Melody and Soos closing down the Shack for the day to visit her family up in Portland. It was surreal that just a few days ago, this was just a silly tourist trap on the side of the road.

You know you were getting dangerously close to the end of your final fight based on the loose timeline Ford had explained to you and the amount of dreams you had checked off in your journal. You had to admit that you were terrified about how you would feel about Ford at the end of this all, especially after forming bonds with the people who were dearest to him. 

On your way back to your room, you run into Dipper who is on his way out to keep Pacifica company during her shift at Greasy’s. “Oh, are you and Grunkle Ford already done for the day, Y/N?” He asks in surprise. You pause, not knowing what to say. Dipper’s expression morphs into one of concern, “Is everything alright between you and Grunkle Ford, Y/N?”

You let out a sigh before looking down at Dipper, running a thumb over the crease in his brow, “We’re having a bit of a disagreement so to speak, but we’ll work our way through it. Don’t worry too much about it, Dipper, go enjoy your day.” 

Dipper nods in understanding, waiting for you to slip back into your room before texting his sister.

‘Grunkle Ford’s having trouble in the romance department. Think Y/N’s mad at him.’

The sound of hurried footsteps stomping down the stairs follows soon after Dipper hit send, Mabel clearly in the middle of changing before receiving the text as her upper half is a sweater and the bottom half is still in pajama pants.

“You know you could have waited until after you finished changing to come down.” Dipper chuckled but he was quickly silenced by Mabel grasping his cheeks and squeezing them together. “Matters of the heart will always take priority! What happened?

“I dunno, I just ran into Y/N and she said that they were having a bit of a disagreement.” Dipper explained, using air quotations to emphasize his point, “But I’m guessing Grunkle Ford and her got into a fight over a past memory, kinda like how Grunkle Stan wouldn’t talk to Great Uncle Ford for like a day whenever he would remember something from their past fights.”

“Oh jeez, Great Uncle Ford… he’s so smart but he really sucks in the emotional department.” Mabel sighs, shaking her head. “I’ll see if I can bug him into spilling the details. Mind getting…”

“‘I was wrong’ flowers? Way ahead of you.” Dipper mutters, writing down a reminder for himself before adjusting the lumberjack hat that sits atop his head, “How do I look, by the way?”

Mabel’s eyes assess her brother up and down before snagging the hat off his head, fingers extending out to comb through the messy hair. “Lose the hat.” She pauses for a second before a wide grin spreads across her features, “Wait, aren’t you seeing Pacifica today?”

Dipper’s eyes widen, a red hue forming at his cheeks before he quickly snatches his hat back, running out the door before Mabel can start her relentless teasing. Mabel makes a beeline to the vending machine in the gift shop, pressing the buttons on it to gain access to the basement below. 

Meanwhile, Ford is pacing back and forth, stroking his chin in contemplation. “What could I have said differently? Was it how I phrased it? Perhaps my tone?” Once you had left up the stairs, Ford had spent every second since trying to understand and break down the errors in his current approach to repairing your relationship. His success rate with this method has been only 60% so he needed to understand the flaws within it.

The issue was probability worked best with experiments, not human emotions.

“Great Uncle Ford?” Mabel’s voice shakes Ford out of his ruminations, causing him to pause. Ford answers, “Yes, dear. Is there something wrong? Do you need to use my grappling hook again?” Mabel shakes her head, hopping up on the counter and taking a seat.

“Great Uncle Ford, I’m here to offer some advice. It sounds like you’re having a bit of trouble in the romance department.” Mabel says, glancing over at the machine that played back the memories. Ford blinks in surprise, “What makes you say that? Did Y/N tell you about our quarrel earlier?”

“Well, she told Dipper you guys were having a disagreement when Dipper asked why she wasn’t in the basement.” Mabel admitted, “What did you say?”

“I’m not sure if I should be discussing these matters with you, Mabel.” Ford said with hesitancy, not wanting to unload his relationship history to his fourteen year old grand-niece. Mabel put her hands on her hips and looked at her great uncle with skepticism, “Come on, Great Uncle Ford, think about who realistically you can get relationship advice from.”

Ford ponders his options.

Dipper was a pre-pubescent teen who skipped showering most days and could barely form a sentence when he first met him. 

Fiddleford was divorced and spent most of his time nowadays tinkering with computers and strumming on his banjo.

Stan’s track record includes six ex-wives and called marriage ‘the biggest scam to exist.’

Even if Soos was here and despite him being in a healthy relationship, he would most likely make an analogy to some video game that would go right over Ford’s head.

“Alright, I may have tried to excuse why I called her clueless in a fight we had thirty years ago.” Ford admitted with a sigh of defeat. Mabel stares at Ford for a long time before yelling, “What could possibly excuse that, Great Uncle Ford?!”

Ford winces at the harsh tone, rubbing the back of his neck, “Well, not excuse, per say. I was merely trying to explain to her that when I said she was clueless, I was not implying she was unintelligent. She is far from that. What I meant was that she did not understand the pressure I was going through at the time.” Mabel slaps her forehead, this was going to be way harder than she anticipated.

“Great Uncle Ford, while I’m glad you don’t think she’s an idiot, you pretty much tried to mansplain Y/N’s memories to her.” Mabel says to which Ford blinks owlishly, “What is mansplaining? Is that a new technique for explaining one’s perspective?”

“No, no! Mansplaining is when a man tries to explain something to a woman that she already understands.” Mabel tries to hurriedly explain. Ford nods his head in understanding, “I see, so by doing this mansplaining technique, it resulted in me invalidating her feelings, correct?”

“Exactly… lemme ask you something, Grunkle Ford, when you two would get into fights in the past what would you do to apologize?” Mabel asks. Ford thinks over the question before his shoulders drop, “In all honesty, that’s probably why she left me in the end… I would rarely apologize, sweeping our problems under the rug and forgetting about it the next day so I could focus on my research.”

“Well, that was towards the end, right? How about when you two were in college? Ya know those silly fights couples get into when there’s a miscommunication or someone did something that annoyed the other?” Mabel says, hoping that thinking back to the days before Bill had entered the picture would give her some ideas. 

Ford glanced over at the box of items that you had taken from Fiddleford when you had first arrived, reaching in to grab the polaroid of the two of you. His thumb runs over the worn-out photo, trying to recall how things were before he had gotten too consumed by his quest for knowledge. 

Ford’s knuckles rapped on the door of your dorm, his head hanging down in regret.

Being in a relationship was new found territory for Ford, and unfortunately, studying about the biological responses to attraction did not give him any more knowledge on how to navigate them.

What Ford thought was the two of you exchanging in a dialogue about a common interest was actually him taking over the conversation in excitement and you sitting there in silence before excusing yourself with the excuse of needing to work on an assignment Ford knew wasn’t due for another two weeks. 

Soon after, he went back to his dorm room and consulted with Fiddleford who immediately called out his friend for his error and insisted Ford go over to apologize and offer a peace offering of sorts.

“Like what?”

“I dunno, flowers or somethin’.”

“I haven’t the slightest idea what type of flora she likes, F.”

“Well, it doesn’t have to be flowers. Just somethin’ she likes, S.”

You hear a knock at the door, lounging on your bed on your stomach as you flip through a reading you have for class. Your eyebrow raises since you aren’t expecting company but figure it might be your roommate accidentally forgetting her key.

“Coming!” You call out, tossing the book on the table and opening the door, “Jeez, this is the third time this semester you’ve forgotten your key, we might have to just staple it on you.” You chuckle, unlocking the door and freezing as you are greeted to the sight of Ford blinking back at you.

You stare back for a moment, your hand starting to slowly shut the door, “Look Ford, I just-”

A muffin is suddenly thrust into your face.

The same muffin from the dining hall you get as a treat after a difficult exam.

You stare at the muffin, then back up at Ford.

“I apologize for taking over our conversation earlier. I may have gotten passionate about the topic and got swept up in the excitement but I would love to hear more about your thoughts.” The apology flows out of Ford’s lips before you can even react, “I offer your favorite muffin as a token of my apology.”

You can’t help but find his apology and earnest effort to trek over to the dining hall endearing, a laugh of disbelief escaping your lips. You slowly open the door, taking the muffin from Ford’s hand before pressing a kiss against Ford’s cheek.

“Alright, I accept your apology muffin. Now come sit on the bed and let me lecture you about what we were discussing prior.”

A warm smile spreads across Ford’s features, taking a step through the door, “Lecture away, my dear.”

“Hello, Earth to Grunkle Ford!” Mabel calls out, waving her hand over Ford’s gaze that breaks his wistful daze. He looks over at Mabel with a sudden grin, “I have an idea! Do you have any idea on how to make muffins?”

-

At this point, you had stared at the ceiling in contemplation enough times to memorize the patterns of the wood above you. You wanted to give Ford the benefit of the doubt, trust that he had changed for the better after all these years. However, your body goes into fight or flight over the stinging words, remembering the harsh bite and coldness behind them.

A knock on the door interrupts your thoughts, sitting up quickly. You had an inkling that Ford was on the other side of the door, but figured you could not keep hiding in these four walls forever. You make your way to the door, opening it barely to allow your head to peek through, “Listen, Ford, I-”

You are suddenly cut off by a freshly baked muffin and a bouquet of irises thrust in your face, six fingers gripping both of them tightly.

Your gaze trails upward, seeing Ford staring back at you with an earnest expression across his features. The sight of the muffin brings back the memory of Ford’s method of apologizing before the two of you ended up in Gravity Falls.

“I know I apologized earlier, but I felt this was a more sincere way of expressing it.” Ford said, watching you take the muffin from his hand. He rubs the back of his neck anxiously as he awaits your response, “I don’t expect these gifts to take away the pain my actions caused earlier, but I recognize that what you’re probably wanting from me isn’t an explanation for the past, but an apology.”

You glance down at the muffin, letting out a chuckle of disbelief as you shake your head, “Do you think you’ll be able to do that moving forward, Stanford? Because I want to believe you… I really do but we’ve been down this road before, haven’t we?” 

Ford feels a bit foolish to think that this gesture would fully assuage your concerns, lowering the irises. At this point, he was desperate to at least not have the door slammed in his face and so he ended up suggesting, “How about this? For today, let’s forget about the memories. Let’s go anomaly hunting, take your mind off things and have a little fun.”

You pause at the suggestion, the gears turning in your head. 

The small gap of the door opens to reveal yourself fully rather than peaking your head out, and in turn, you open a bit of yourself to Ford.

“I think that’s a great idea…” You say, “I would rather us make some new memories together as well instead of just spending all our time looking at the past.”

Ford smiles at your approval, “I have just the idea of where to take you.”

You chuckle at Ford’s excitement, taking a bite of the muffin and staring at it in surprise, “Did you buy these from a bakery?”

Ford looks almost offended at your comment, crossing his arms defensively, “I’ll have you know I spent the last hour and a half going through trial and error to make those.”

You let out a chuckle, reaching forward to take the bouquet of irises as well. Your fingertips curl around Ford’s briefly as you do so, “Well they’re delicious. Now stop pouting and let’s get going.” You brush past him gently to call out, “Mabel, is there a vase where I can put these?”

Ford’s cheeks burned red at your playful call-out and the brush of your body against his, his brain buzzing.

–

For being such a logical person, Ford threw caution into the wind when it came to anomaly hunting; it seemed as you stared down the depths of the cave that Ford had barely convinced you to follow him into.

Now he was asking you to jump down there with him at the promise of seeing something ‘truly extraordinary.’

“Stanford Pines, if I end up impaled on a stalagmite, I will haunt you for the rest of eternity.” You say in defiance, crossing your arms.

Ford lets out a deep chuckle, shaking his head as he extends his hand outward, “I assure you, there are no stalagmites below. I’ve been in this cave before, there are stalactites though.” He gestures to the formations of rock that jut out from the cave ceiling.

You let out a sigh, “What’s down there better blow my socks off,” before taking Ford’s hand. “I can assure you it will. If not, I owe you a view of Aurora Borealis out here.” Ford says. He clears his throat, pulling you closer to his frame, “You may have to hold onto me, I don’t want to risk you slipping from my fingertips.”

You decide to tease him a little bit, “Jeez, Ford, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were finding an excuse to get closer to me.” Ford stammers, “That’s not my intention at all! I just happen to have very overactive sweat glands and-” You silence him by wrapping your arms around his frame, looking up at him expectantly. “R-Right, off we go.”

Ford grabs the grappling hook from his trenchcoat, pointing towards the tip of the stalactite. Once it’s securely hooked onto the ridges of the rock, Ford wraps his arm around your waist tightly, looking back at you for the green light, “On 3, we jump together, okay?” You nod in understanding, your heart rate picking up in anticipation.

And not because of Ford’s firm grip on your waist, all six digits sinking into your side.

“One,” Ford starts the countdown.

“Two,” You say with hesitancy, watching both of your feet get closer to the edge.

“Three!” Ford lets out a loud ‘hup!’ before jumping off with you, laughing boisterously as you scream at the sudden drop.

The two of you swing back and forth for a bit before landing on a rock that is wide enough to land on and low enough to the ground that you can step down easily. Ford waits for you to drop first, making sure you land safely before swinging one last time to unhook off the rock, landing on his feet next to you. 

After dusting himself off, he glances over at you with an excited grin, “That wasn’t terrible now, was it?” You shake your head in disbelief, your hand over your chest as you try to calm your racing heart, “I have to be honest, I would have never pegged you to be a risk taker like this. You used to be terrified of heights when we were dating, I couldn’t even convince you to get on a ferris wheel.”

Ford pauses at the mention of your past dating history, knowing you usually skirt around the topic before retracting the grappling hook, “Well, I guess being on the run in another dimension for twenty years made me throw more caution into the wind. Can’t afford to really be afraid of heights when jumping off a structure to evade the Interdimensional Police.” You blink, the realization finally settling in that despite some things remaining the same, Ford has likely changed as a person drastically. 

“It should be this way, watch your step.” Ford hops down, extending his hand to help you down. You take his hand, his fingers enveloping yours securely to give you something to balance your landing. You follow behind Ford closely, glancing around the dark cave that is only illuminated by his flashlight. Your hand grips tightly onto the back of his trenchcoat, worried that you may lose him in the darkness. Ford smiles at the sensation of you tugging on it, leading you further in. 

Suddenly, you see a glimmer of light through a narrow passage amidst all the darkness, and Ford glances back at you, “Keep holding onto my coat and close your eyes, it’ll be worth it.” You can’t help but feel flustered at Ford noticing how you were holding onto him. Your eyes quickly shut, gripping the fabric tighter and putting your trust in Ford.

“You can open your eyes now,” Ford says, stepping aside to let you take in the view for yourself, shining the flashlight to illuminate the room. You are greeted with hues of vibrant green reflecting back at you, large pillars of crystalized gems surround you and Ford. You take in the view in awe, walking up to a pillar and running your fingers over the hard ridges. You look back at Ford, “Is this-”

“Trust me, I was just as surprised as you to find it down here.” Ford smiled, knocking against the surface of the brittle glass. “I tested it just to be safe and it’s in fact moldavite.” Ford got the reaction he was hoping for, seeing you all starry-eyed and giddy as you walk from pillar to pillar to examine the gem, “This is astounding, Ford. You do know that it’s been only found in Europe… I can’t believe that it’s here, let alone this amount of it.”

“A true geological finding, isn’t it? I’m truthfully astounded that a meteor penetrated this deep.” Ford chuckles. “Oh, I wish I had my excavating tools… I guess I’ll have to savor this moment, engrave it into my memory.” You sigh, looking around before blinking as you see a stone rolling out of nowhere, seemingly on its own. “Uh Ford…” You say, tugging on the sleeve of his trenchcoat. “Hm?” Ford glances over to see it rolling and watches in astonishment as two more stones follow behind it out from a nearby moldavite pillar.

“Any clue what’s happening here?” You mutter, inching backwards towards the narrow gap you entered through. Ford shakes his head, keeping his eyes locked on them as they roll closer, “Not in the slightest, I’ve never encountered a creature like that in all my years here.” You quickly tug Ford back with you, both of you squeezing into the passage as you watch from a safe distance.

The stones roll to the center of the room before a set of stubby limbs pop out from them, the dirt falling to reveal a pair of eyes on each one. They walk around, looking at the bases of the moldavite pillars for something. “My god, this is incredible. Those must be golems… I knew they had to be real..” Ford mutters mostly to himself, rustling through his coat to pull out his journal. 

“Ford, is now the time to be really logging them in your journal? Couldn’t they be dangerous?” You say cautiously. 

Ford grabs a pencil, glancing back and forth between the golems and his journal as he sketches out an outline of their frames, “Highly unlikely. I mean they’re quite small.. Also, within folklore, they’re neutral beings.” Tiptoeing to see over Ford’s shoulder, you watch their movements before glancing down to see Ford’s sketch, “Wow… I forgot how amazing you are at realism drawings.”

Ford’s cheeks flush at the compliment, shaking his head, “It could use some improvement here and there, I’m better at sketching anomalies than people truth be told.” The both of you look up to check where the golems are and blink when they are nowhere to be found. “Where did they go?” Ford said, closing his journal suddenly and his hand reaching towards his magnet gun. Your breath hitches as you peer down at Ford’s feet, seeing the small figure staring back at you and Ford. 

“Um… Ford..” You whisper, tapping his shoulder and pointing downward. His brown eyes flick downward before he backs up, his arm in front of you as if to shield you. The golem blinks in alarm at the sudden movement before reaching behind it to hold up a shard of moldavite towards the two of you. You both look at each in surprise before you point at yourself, “Are you giving it to us?”

The golem points directly at you, offering it up higher. You push past Ford, and kneel down to take it from the golem’s bumpy palm and tilt your head in curiosity, “Did you overhear what I said earlier?” The golem nods in response before the two others peek their heads out from the pillars that frame the passageway.

You grin as you glance back at Ford who looks simply in awe before turning back to the golems, “Would you mind if my friend here got a closer look at you all?”

-

It’s night time once you and Ford make your way out of the cave, using the flashlight to illuminate the path back to the Mystery Shack.

“Just when I think I’ve uncovered all the oddities that this town has to offer, it proves me wrong.” Ford says with a grin, feeling accomplished with today’s anomaly hunt. 

“I’m sure you saw way more during your travels over the past year.” You say, toying with the moldavite in your fingers.

Ford shakes his head, “We encountered some along the way, a Kraken here, a siren there. Nowhere in the world is an anomaly hotspot like Gravity Falls is.”

“I think I’m starting to understand why you were so enamored with this place other than the research opportunity…” You say, peering up at the sky that is now lit up with stars and Ford chuckles, “You sure you’re not just saying that because of the huge moldavite stash you now have access to?”

“The moldavite stash is just the cherry on top. I don’t know what it is, but this town has a charm to it. It’s so warm and inviting, full of mysteries just waiting to be discovered. It feels… like home.” You sigh wistfully. It takes you a moment to realize Ford had stopped in his tracks, gazing at you with yearning. “It was home… for the both of us. Once Fiddleford abandoned the research… and you left, it honestly stopped feeling like a home, and more like a prison. A time capsule of my mistakes.” 

You pause, a lump stuck in your throat. You weren’t certain what to say in response to that. Ultimately, it was Ford’s actions - his dismissal of his friend’s concern and callousness towards your pain - that led the two of you to where you stood today. However, seeing the changes that Ford had made today was a reminder that the man before you could grow and learn from his mistakes.

You walk over to Ford, taking his hand and placing the moldavite in his palm. He looks at you in surprise as you take his fingers, enclosing it around the gem, “Ford, you beating yourself up over the past isn’t going to solve anything. If you can’t even forgive yourself, how am I supposed to forgive you?” You sigh, staring up at him. “Let this be a symbol of moving forward, leaving past assumptions and old habits behind us as much as we can. When you finally forgive yourself, you can give me back the moldavite.”

Ford stares at you, lost for words at your bold proclamation. The guilt over the weight of his actions and their impact on the people he loved had been heavy on his shoulders, and just your words alone began to lift that burden from him. 

He squeezes the moldavite in his palm before shaking his head with a chuckle, “I truly don’t know how you do it.” You tilt your head in confusion and Ford continues to elaborate, “You’ve always had this knack for seeing right through me, understanding me more than I understood myself. At first, I thought you had to be a mind-reader of some sort.” 

You let out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief, “Only you would think I am a mind-reader by understanding basic human emotions, Ford.” Ford smiles fondly at you as you laugh, the most beautiful symphony he has ever had grace his ears, “I quickly dispelled that theory after running a test where I just thought about string theory for a good minute.”

The two of you continue your walk back to the Mystery Shack, Ford slipping the moldavite into the inner pocket of his coat for safe keeping. It’s quiet in the Shack when you both enter, snickering quietly when you see Stan passed out on the chair in the living room with the light of the TV being the only source of light. 

Ford stops in front of your door, “Thank you again for forgiving me today.” He pauses before suggesting an idea he had thought of while pacing back and forth downstairs earlier today,  “I know you mentioned wanting to put the past habits behind us… I think me being in the room creates a scenario in which I feel the need to defend myself. How about you watch the rest of the tape on your own… and then once you’ve processed everything, come to me… tell me what I did, how it made you feel… and I’ll listen to it all and see how I can make it up to you?”

You’re surprised by Ford’s suggestion but smile as it’s a clear sign of Ford trying to compromise and be more flexible which he very rarely did in the past. “I think that’s a great idea… keep my moldavite safe for me, alright?” You say with a soft smile. “I promise I will. Well, I’ll let you get some rest then, good night.” Ford is about to turn his heel to take his leave but stops at the sudden sensation of you giving him a quick hug.

“Good night, Ford.” You say quickly, a flush in your cheeks at your impulsive decision as you quickly retreat behind the door. Ford finds himself silent the whole way back to the basement, his face beet red once he finally makes it downstairs. He reaches to grab the moldavite out of his inner pocket but his fingers brush against something else.

Something that made all the heat from his cheeks drain.

Ford’s six fingers reach to grab the capsule he had forgotten about all those days ago, caught up in his desire to get all your memories back that he had forgotten about.

‘Y/N Memories 2.’ 

The words felt like they were taunting him, egging him on to see what lies ahead for you to uncover. 

Curiosity got the better of him as he placed the capsule into the slot, watching the static fizzle before the memories played out before his eyes.

His fists clench at what he witnesses, uncertain of what emotion he’s even feeling. 

Before he can take a moment to process his emotions, his hand reaches for the phone on impulse, ringing up his friend for answers.

“Stanford, it’s almost my bed-”

“Fiddleford, I know it’s late but it’s an urgent matter. Can you swing by tonight?”

[hansmic]

𝒰𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓈

hyunjin x gn! reader

summary: you notice hyunjin doodling on a napkin at a café and asks to see what he’s drawing. It leads to a conversation about art, life, and dreams. you end up sketching together until the café closes.

genre: romance

warnings: none

word count: 963

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Hyunjin is scribbling away at a small paper napkin, a small pout on his lips as he concentrates on the image taking shape on the cheap paper. As he continues to doodle, he fails to notice that you are watching over his shoulder, silently observing his art.

Feeling your eyes on his work, Hyunjin glances up and catches you watching him. He chuckles sheepishly, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Oh.. Hey," he says, a small smile on his lips. "Sorry, I didn't notice you there. Were you watching me draw?"

As you nod in response to his question, Hyunjin looks down at the napkin in front of him, his gaze darting between you and his art. He seems a little embarrassed by your attention, but also curious about what you think of his work. "Uh, yeah. I doodle when I'm bored," he says, gesturing to the napkin. "It's nothing special."

You can tell by his expression that Hyunjin is downplaying his talent, but you can also see the pride in his eyes as he looks at the napkin. He hesitates for a moment before offering it to you. "Here, you can take a closer look if you want," he says, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Thanks," you say, taking the napkin from Hyunjin's hand. You carefully examine the drawing, taking in all the small details and the way Hyunjin's unique style shines through.

"It's really good," you say, looking up to meet Hyunjin's eyes. "You're very talented. Do you do art often?"

Hyunjin's cheeks turn even redder as you compliment his art, and he ducks his head sheepishly. "Thank you," he stutters out, a small smile on his lips. "And yeah, I draw a lot actually. It's kinda like... my escape, you know?"

He looks up at you, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. "It's just... sometimes it's easier to put my thoughts and feelings down on paper than to try to explain them with words," he says, shrugging slightly.

"I totally get what you mean," you say, nodding. "Art can be a really powerful form of expression, and it's often easier to pour your emotions into a drawing than to talk about them."

As you speak, you can see Hyunjin's shoulders relax a bit, as if he's glad to have found someone who understands his love for art.

Hyunjin nods, his smile growing a little more confident. "Exactly," he says. "And it's like... when I'm drawing, I don't have to worry about what anyone else thinks or how they'll react. I can just let my mind wander and create whatever I want."

As you continue to talk about art and Hyunjin's passion for drawing, you can sense a connection forming between the two of you. The conversation flows easily, and Hyunjin seems to open up more and more with each passing minute.

As the café begins to empty out, Hyunjin glances out the window and realizes it's getting late. "Man, I didn't realize how much time had passed," he says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"I guess we got pretty caught up in our conversation," he adds, a hint of a blush returning to his cheeks. He looks at you awkwardly for a moment, as if he wants to say something more but is hesitating.

You notice Hyunjin's hesitancy and try to ease the awkwardness a little. "Hey, I really enjoyed talking to you," you say, a warm smile on your lips. "It's been a while since I've had a conversation this good."

Hyunjin smiles back at you, his expression softening. "Yeah, me too," he says. "I don't normally open up to people like I did with you. But... I don't know, there's just something about you that makes me feel comfortable."

He looks at you for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours, and you can feel the air growing tense. It's like there's a silent understanding passing between the two of you, a hint of something more than just friendship.

"You know," you say, your heart rate picking up slightly. "I've really enjoyed spending time with you. Maybe... we could do this again sometime?"

Hyunjin's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, and he nods quickly. "Yeah, definitely," he says, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I'd really like that."

He pauses for a moment, as if he's trying to gather the courage to say something else. "Maybe... we could exchange numbers?" he says, a hopeful look in his eyes.

You smile at Hyunjin's suggestion, feeling a flutter in your stomach. "Sure, that sounds great," you say, pulling out your phone. You exchange numbers with Hyunjin, saving his contact information in your phone.

Hyunjin grins as he adds your number to his contacts, his fingers moving quickly across the screen. "Great," he says, stuffing his phone back into his pocket. "I'll text you later, okay?"

The café is nearly empty now, signaling that it's time to leave. Hyunjin gathers his things and stands up, looking at you with a warm smile. "I guess I should get going," he says, a hint of reluctance in his voice.

You stand up as well, feeling a pang of disappointment that the night is coming to an end. "Yeah, me too," you say, a small sigh escaping your lips.

There's a moment of silence between the two of you, neither of you quite wanting to leave. Hyunjin shuffles his feet awkwardly, his gaze flitting around the nearly empty café before settling back on you.

"I... I had a really great time tonight," he says, a warm smile on his lips.

You feel a wave of butterflies in your stomach at his words and return his smile. "Me too," you say honestly. "I'm really glad I met you, Hyunjin."

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hope you liked it!

masterlist is here!

[thatgayoctopus]

okay, FINE, i will tell you about some post-superior Otto headcanons...

I think after spending so much time as Spider-man and Peter Parker he developed some CRAZY maladaptive daydreaming habits. You're telling me he got to live a life with parental figures that loved him??? a life where he was a SUPERHERO???? A life where he was mentally more secure and believed in himself and didn't doubt everything he did??? YEAH he's going to think about that CONSTANTLY actually. he's going to imagine scenarios where he's having a lovely night in with Aunt May, telling Uncle Ben about things that should make him cry, Saving people and being loved by the city-

He can't let go of it.

adding onto this-- he would have a crazy disconnect from his own body. He was in a computer, then he was in a robot, then he was in a whole ass different person??!? yeah, dude, I'd get disoriented too. His ass goes to reach a shelf but forgets he's not quite tall enough because he's a whole eight inches shorter than he was a month ago. His reflection startles him sometimes because he'd gotten so used to seeing peter when he turns on his computer or walks by a window. Whenever he talks to peter and hears his voice it gives him an odd surreal realization of everything that actually went down. He is secretly grateful that he's closer to Anna Maria than he used to be, though, and likes that he doesn't have to look quite as far down at her.

He doodles spider-man sometimes. also anna maria. I think because he's been canonically shown to be able to draw really really nice blueprints (and also self portraits for his own armor designs) he can draw surprisingly well, but only in a very like... cold way. Like a blueprint. He's not great at people emoting or expressing, but he can accurately replicate a person's side profile and proportions. kinda neat to think about. I might draw Anna Maria the way Otto might draw her according to my headcanons at some point.

holy shit this ended up being a lot longer than I expected and i might end up reblogging it with more later, sorry guys-

@thathyperfixatedsonofagun if you have anything to add I always value your contributions <3

[googiesita]

TIM WRIGHT IS FOR

THE MENTALLY ILL PEOPLE WHO KEPT MISSING CLASSES BECAUSE THEY HAD TO GO TO THE HOSPITALS EVERY GODDAMN WEEK!! THE ONES WHO WERE DIAGNOSED WITH TONS OF SHIT AS A KID, THE ONES WHO GREW UP TOO EARLY!!!!! THE KIDS AND TEENS AND ADULTS THAT HAD EVERY FUCKIGN MEDICAL EXAM DONE TO FIGURE OUT WHAT WAS WRONG WITH THEM (sometimes they still don't have an answer!). TO THE ONES WHO LOST FRIENDS BECAUSE OF THEIR ILLNESS, THE ONES WHO COULDN'T TRUST IN THEMSELVES WITH BEING ALONE, THE SELF-DESTRUCTIVE ONES.

fuck he's just like me fr

[holyshit]

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[javierduffy]

just a few javieran horse headcanons because i like them a normal amount

branwen

- tall AND fat. kieran makes sure he’s always fed (maybe even accidentally a teensy bit overfed. just because kieran can’t help but indulge him when he butts him with his head or nuzzles at his pockets when he knows there’s treats in there. but never too much because ‘obesity is a problem, even in animals !’). probably about 17hh, taller than average for a kentucky saddler but nothing too big. especially since kieran himself is quite tall

- VERY well-tempered, both naturally, as well as because kieran has literally made him bulletproof. bagged him, blanketed him, stood, jumped, backflipped onto and off of him. this kindly gentleman of a horse only spooks when he wants to be bratty specifically.

- i think he’s about 6 or so, came from the stables kieran worked at after being orphaned, he was just a colt when kieran was just a kid. kieran learned how to birth foals quickly, and branwen happened to be one of them. with the way that they fell in love with each other and the way that branwen whinnied and pranced up to the fence when kieran came back to buy him after the army didn’t work out, you’d think that horse was born just for him.

- his favourite treats, in order, are rutabaga (kieran’s secret for branwen’s glossy coat. also why he’s kinda fat.), boiled potatoes mixed into his oats, apples, and fresh greens. he’s simultaneously incredibly easy to please because of the simplicity of the latter parts of his favourites list and also very needy and complicated because kieran so loves to make his pony happy with his absolute favourite treats, so he tries his very best to get branwen’s eccentric tastes pleased once falling into the VDL’s.

- i always say “a horse’s favourite thing to do is hurt itself”, and i think this statement holds relatively true for branwen as well, though there’s a 25% chance that he’s actually hurt, a 50% chance that he’s only mildly injured or spooked and he’s playing it up to get kieran to dote on him, and a 25% chance that he will protect kieran with his life when they’re in a dire situation (see: snake on the ground or gunfire nearby. or even god forbid a spare tumbleweed find it’s way rolling nearby.) despite kieran’s last wish being his horse getting injured. branwen thinks that he’s gotta be The Man and protect his dad sometimes. it does not help in any situation ever whatsoever.

- branwen is the PERFECT companion for a trail riding date. he’s settled, calm, has a great gait, and as a gelding, truly is not worried about other horses being “faster” than him, so he never gets rowdy nor has any problems when partner riders/horses crowd him. kieran is allowed to ask for as many kisses as he pleases because branwen will never jump when javier’s gold-tipped boots poke him in the side and boaz irritatedly flicks his flank with his tail. truly a goated wingman. also never complains about long rides, and enjoys being out of camp with his rider for as much as physically possible for both of them, so he’s never barnsour in either direction.

boaz

- as an american paint, he’s naturally short and stocky. saddle ends up being a bit loose, though, as javier isn’t as dedicated to keeping him perfectly fed or groomed. he loves him, sure, but horses are somewhat of tools to him, so he kinda does slightly more than bare minimum to keep him kempt and healthy. around 14.5hh, slightly shorter than average and quite dense with muscle

- temperamentally a bit volatile. this horse has just as much drama as his rider, if not a little more. doesn’t like something ? ridden too long ? that stick looks too much like a snake ? hasn’t spent enough time with kieran that day ? he will snort and grunt and bunny hop if javi isn’t on him, and shudder hard enough the saddle shakes underneath him if he is. boaz likes to please his rider, but he also demands pleasure himself, and has no issue with “accidentally” placing a hoof on his owners nice, intentionally clean boots, and subsequently slowly leaning more and more of his weight onto it when he doesn’t immediately get what he wants. bratty pony. generally, he keeps javier safe, though, when it comes down to it.

- around 5 years old. after dutch found javier trying to steal chickens the first time they met, he soon took him back to that ranch and their first take as gang leader and member was a 1 year old grey paint colt for javi to train and subsequently ride. until he was rideable, javier rode a morgan that was formerly hosea’s, named carolina, while he lead boaz everywhere behind him.

- favourite treats, in order, are corn cobs (especially dried), prickly pear fruit AND cactus, sugar cubes, and sliced apples. will force javier to share his maiz with him. javier has always sliced his apples up since he was a colt, not only because javi simply finds comfort in toying with his knife, but also because boaz will not eat them otherwise. javi will also cut all of the spines off of the cactus before letting boaz eat them.

- in terms of injury, boaz is the most dramatic tank on the planet. this horse could arthur morgan-style run face first into a tree and then fall off a cliff and walk it off. but not before he gimps and limps and whines and teeth grinds his way into javier leading him instead of riding him for the next mile or two. once kieran started taking care of him, there is also a 25% chance of boaz faking a terribly painful injury just to get kieran to dote on him.

- kinda the worst wingman ever LMFAO easily annoyed, easily aroused, easily offended, and as a stallion, HAS to walk in front of the “herd” (his rider’s boyfriend and his horse). pins his ears back, smashes into personal space, flicks branwen with his tail (and preferably kieran, if he can reach him) even sometimes will nip at branwen if the latter tries to calmly make this date a date and not a life or death race (whoever loses, their dad is gay) and walk side-by-side to aid their riders’ hand holdings. will make executive decisions via stopping or veering off for fresh green grass beside the trail, will at points actively attempt to shudder javier out of his saddle (has succeeded once when javi was distracted by a story being excitedly told by kieran), and will also spook and take off running so fast javier thinks it must have broken his neck from the velocity. generally makes trail rides a living hell, but kieran finds it charming, and it makes for some cute shoujo-style “omg … *reaches out to help you up after your horse bucks you off because he saw a log that looked nothing at all and everything like a cougar and pink and white soft bubbles surround me* are you okay ? here, let me help.” moments. maybe some day boaz will be allowed off of the national american terrorist list written by javier “rizzless rider” escuella

ok im tired and that’s all i can think of please enjoy and feel free to contribute 👍 i love them so bad im gona cry

[astranauticus]

link click yingdu ep 1 is truly the gift that keeps on giving the more you think about it the more layers you unlock. at first i thought the 'video call with phone in shirt pocket' trick is a pretty effective way of replicating their dives with like.. normal human technology without their powers and then i realised that's probably because lu guang specifically thought 'this is a situation that would call for a dive except cheng xiaoshi doesn't know about the whole time travel powers thing yet, what would be a good and reasonable approximation of that that i can spring on him rn'. also, we know this is not the first time he's experiencing this day because he was checking the clock before he proposed the whole video call phone camera thing, implying that he had the 'script' for this day just like he did with the anime convention, but even then he could only warn cheng xiaoshi about the guy behind him with the bat right before he was about to get hit - probably because cheng xiaoshi kept 'doing unnecessary actions' and messing up the timeline/lu guang's 'script' and forcing him to improvise. once again, lu guang's trying to protect cheng xiaoshi while also hiding information from him and cheng xiaoshi's failing to follow lu guang's instructions and putting himself in danger because of his own kindness and impulsivity - their entire dynamic moving forwards, captured in their first (arguably more like.. the 0th) 'job' together.

[moldy-flowers]

The interesting experience of being pro Sasuke, anti konoha, pro tobirama, anti Naruto ending, pro Sasusaku, anti Itachi, pro Sakura, anti SasuNaru, pro Tobirama×Izuna, anti Madara, pro karin, anti Orochimaru, pro Uchiha and anti Hashirama. And also as much as I hate the guy danzo was kind of hot when he was younger...

[citrusai]

some shippers when solas has had important relationships from thousands of years ago and he can't just forgive himself for failing those closest to him then and go "okie dokie!" when his wife tells him he can come back home

[moeblob]

Deacon loves two things: Ymber and digging himself a grave.

Fulj hates one thing: Deacon.

[squarebracketsmileyface]

does jay ever get confused or surprised by his own emotions or actions? i feel like its even worse whrn you dont even know why youre acting like this, because you cant explain ky to yourself, let alone other people

I think so. I know he definitely doesn't really realise he's doing some of it in the moment, especially when he's angry. Like, he just lashes out without even thinking about it, then refuses to let himself feel like he's in the wrong in the moment, because that'd mean "losing" in some way, so he usually doubles down. But like, yeah, I feel like a lot of the time he doesn't expect to react as severely as he does? Like, he's fine fine fine fine, until he's not and he just flies off the handle and can't really do anything about it until he's landed again, and then he can start trying to pick up all the pieces, y'know?

He definitely beats himself up when he settles on "oh I fucked up" after he does something (and tries to get Alex to beat him up over it too lmao, uh, anyway 💀) yeah, if you asked him WHY he did something? Chances are he'll bullshit you about the explanation. Like, I feel like hell make it sound like he knows why he did it, but then if you actually start prodding past the made up, surface level shit he came out with, you'd realise really fast that he doesn't know why he did something.

Either that or sometimes you'll get a massive flood of every single reason he can possibly think of for why he did something? Like you know in Sorry, It's Locked chapter three, when Tim kisses him and he freaks the fuck out and runs away, and then after that he kinda gives Tim just this massive flood of every single thing that lead up to that moment of him panicking and trying to run away.

He's all or nothing, 0 or 100, nothing in between. Either he knows every single thing about why he reacted how he did, or he doesn't have the foggiest, y'know?

[agoddamn]

I frequently refer to my personal LGBT stuff as "gay shit" or "homofag bullshit" because for all my life so much of the non-heterosexual experience has been being defined as something gross/nasty/wrong throughout my life that I just can't let people forget it at this point.

I work with a guy born in '98 or so who thinks pretending to be gay is an honestly hilarious joke because he doesn't know who Matthew Shepard was. And that's one of the first things related to the word "gay" that I ever learned about.

It's just a generation gap, man. No way around it.

[felidthing]

i just had a very long complicated dream about some very ooc homestuck kids. jade might be rooted in some form of fanon at least but i dunno