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compassiontale · 4 months ago
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I made this at like 2 AM or something.. I rarely ever see Color being the one comforted so I got inspired!!
Color belongs to Superyoumna
Nightmare belongs to Jokublog
I'll beat yo ass if I don't see Color also being comforted, unfair, I can complain for hours (erm... I mean this affectionately :3)
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faceeeeee · 6 months ago
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Brushista test cause I love them <3
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airenyah · 3 months ago
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anyone else crying over this or just me
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this-fine-day · 2 years ago
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Bro really had a legit "gay panic" moment.
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justanothershippingcan · 2 years ago
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Out of everything, my favorite "We didn't mean to make 'em gay" Atlus moment with Shuake and P5R is how not engaging in any of the romantic routes, overall, doesn't affect the gameplay at all. You even get the best White Day bit with Soujiro + Ryuji choco, as a treat.
But not liking Akechi enough by either not completing his confidant or not choosing the right options means you don't get the complete True Ending. The game itself punishes you for not letting Akiren go to their pecualiar Akeshu-brand dates, or for not making him admit how much he cares about their proposal promise.
I hate them.
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jtl-fics · 2 years ago
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Fluent Freshman - Part 12
PREVIOUS
If there was one thing no one would ever guess about FF it is that he unapologetically LOVES Black Friday.
You may be thinking. Ugh Black Friday. Everyone is so rude and tired. The deals aren’t even that good. It can turn into a blood sport at the drop of a hat over a toaster that is 15% off.
You are correct.
That is why FF loves it.
It is the one shopping day of the year where every single one of his instincts are correct, valid, and useful. He has pulled his gran out of the way of elbow drops, he has avoided the gaze of a woman in PINK sweat pants who was looking for someone to steal a blender from, and he knows without a doubt that the cashier hates him already so there’s no need to worry about whether or not they hate him.
It’s like a breath of fresh air!
Everyone is just as antagonistic and awful as he thinks they are!
Shopping is actually the blood sport he always feels like it is!
So there he is standing in a line at the nearest store (Target) waiting to be let in with the masses who all look ready to stab one another for better positioning for a TV. The jokes on them though because his only goal is the grocery section and he deals with the threat of repeated stabbings for BREAKFAST.
He spots an IHOP in the distance and hopes his gran doesn’t feel too lonely. They’ve gotten buttermilk stacks together at the IHOP by the mall for years after the two of them finished Christmas Shopping.
Someone elbows him in the side to get his spot in line but FF does not really care. Again, he doubts any of these people are going to be racing him to the all purpose flour.
It’s 4 AM and the barricades come down.
There’s a rush of people pushing and shoving but FF just steps to the side and watches as they all rush in. He’d mostly stayed in the line because the throng of people made it easier to stay warm. He had left his jacket back at the house because the five hour energy might be making his skin feel super sensitive but he is pretty sure that if he wore his nylon jacket he would die.
The five hour energy also may be upping his anxiety just a little bit.
He walks into the store at a leisurely pace and while the crowd fights over the carts he grabs one of the baskets. He can feel the eyes of other shoppers all wondering if he has some insider knowledge on a good deal that would only require the basket or if it’s a matter of who gets to the back to receive the ‘redeem’ coupon.
He sees a few shoppers get lured in by his siren call and much like a siren following anything that FF is about to do will undoubtedly lead to their downfall.
But FF doesn’t care about that.
He cares about HIS downfall.
So he makes his way to the grocery section and ignores the six different shopping assistants who try and guide him to where he ‘should’ be shopping and each of them only give him increasingly confused looks when he states his intention to go to the grocery section every single time.
Is it easier to ignore their stares when the five hour energy have set his baseline heart rate to something that might be too fast to register as a heartbeat? Maybe.
It is easier to ignore the confusion on their faces when he can see both the past (he asked for TWO favors from Andrew in one day how is he still alive???) and the future (still malleable at the moment apparently. There’s even a future where Andrew actually just is trying to make overtures of friendship but he dismisses that one as INCREDIBLY unlikely and looks at the far more viable one where Andrew at least makes his death quick while he enjoys his great gran’s brownies.)
It’s good to set reasonable goals for yourself.
So he arrives at the grocery section which is deserted aside from one employee who may or may not be asleep against a shelf. FF looks and….not a shelf he needs so he is not about to wake that poor man up.
So he gets everything he needs for his great gran’s brownies (he’s trying to buy his life here so he is not about to assume he can use ANYTHING in the house), the ingredients for a good breakfast (because he really needs to eat something that is not a five hour energy or sugar for the sake of his poor stomach and he may as well get enough for everyone), and (since Captain Neil mentioned it & he is trying to buy his life here) the ingredients to bake another pie.
While he grabs cinnamon he checks to see if they have grandma’s love in stock but, alas, it continues to be unavailable commercially.
He stares at the whipped cream for so long that the employee asleep in the other aisle woke up and asked if he needed help and, startled, he dropped it in his basket. “No I’m good.” He says before power walking out of the grocery department and deciding to brave the Home Goods section to buy some incense so that he can hopefully channel the spirit of his great gran to assist him in this, the darkest of his baking hours.
He arrives at the check out stations and finds the shortest line .
He can feel eyes on him, inspecting his purchases, judging them, judging him, who the fuck goes grocery shopping during the Black Friday rush?
FF.
FF goes grocery shopping during the Black Friday rush.
The cashier looks for hidden cameras but FF has no such thing accompanying him today or ever (as far as he knows.)
After a moment the cashier must look at the ever growing line and decide that whatever scheme they think FF is up to isn’t worth trying to figure out. They offer a membership card, FF valiantly declines to get one despite the two attempts.
He is out the door with four bags of groceries that all have a target on them that feels a little too correct. It’s 6 AM now (he really did lose a lot of time at the whipped cream section) and he’s walking back to the house in Columbia.
He actually feels a little bit better since he at least got to experience his actual favorite blood sport (sorry Exy) and he even got another 2 five hour energies while he was in the check out line so he could replace some of the ones that he had gone through.
“Smith?”
He would like to thank the combined weight of the groceries for keeping his feet on the ground when he heard Captain Neil’s voice.
He turns and Captain Neil is looking at him wide-eyed in his running gear that Smith has seen him in. “You were shopping??” He asks.
FF nods and lifts up the four bags as evidence. “Why didn’t you pick up your phone?” He asks.
FF almost scoffs but he doesn’t, “You can’t be distracted when you’re in a Target on Black Friday. That’s how you take an elbow to the eye.” He responds because it’s like Captain Neil has never experienced the WWE-like environment of Black Friday shopping.
Captain Neil blinks at him.
“Text Andrew or me next time you’re going to go off into the night or just let us know beforehand. Andrew would have driven you.” Captain Neil says and grabs two of the bags out of FF’s hand. “C’mon let’s get back and maybe you can get some sleep.” Captain Neil sighs.
“I’m fine.” FF adjusts the bags so he has one in each hand.
Captain Neil does not say anything so FF assumes that he has accepted that.
***
FF had not been asleep on the couch when Neil had walked through the living room. Neil, in a move that had Andrew fully waking up, went back to the room to check his phone to see if FF had texted him an update on going out. All that greets Neil is the impersonal series of texts that mostly confirmed when practice times had been changed, when the bus was leaving, and spelling on various Spanish words.
FF isn’t a big text person.
He’s more of an in-person kind of friend.
Neil likes that about him most of the time.
“What.” Andrew asks face still half buried in Neil’s pillow.
“Smith isn’t on the couch.”
That has Andrew getting up despite the early hour and their activities the night before. Neil watches as Andrew grabs his own phone to scroll through but seems to come up with the same lack of communication that Neil does.
Andrew does do the extra step and hit the call button.
But all he gets is the confirmation that the VM has not been configured that has greeted them every time FF misses their calls. (Voicemails make FF anxious so when he got his new phone he just…never configured it.)
Neil knew that FF was not pleased with them and somehow the calm request to either stop fooling around or let him out had hit him and Andrew harder than any of the screaming demands that the two of them were usually met with from Nicky, Kevin, Aaron, or any of the other Foxes.
“You said he wasn’t mad.” Neil says.
“He nodded.” Andrew confirms.
“Maybe he went on a walk?” Neil tries as they come out to the living room. They look at the front door and find that it’s locked but it looks like Aaron’s keys are gone. “He probably is going to come back if he took Aaron’s keys since Aaron wouldn’t be the one he’d be irritated with.” Neil rationalizes.
“He didn’t bring his jacket.” Andrew says looking at the black jacket still on the hook by the door.
“We can go and see if we spot him.” Neil offers.
Andrew nods and Neil heads out first since Andrew is still in his sleeping clothes and will need some time.
Neil had not expected to find FF walking back to the house with groceries for breakfast and the pie that Neil had mentioned hoping they could bake at the house.
“Is this for the pie?” He asks looking down at what was in the bags he was carrying as the walked back to the house. Neil managed to shoot off a quick text letting Andrew know that it was fine, FF just went grocery shopping.
FF just nods, “Got everything but Grandma’s love.” He says.
FF is a nice guy to brave the stores on a morning like this but FF also looks like he hasn’t slept a wink.
“Did you sleep at all last night?” Neil asks.
“I’m fine.” FF repeats.
Neil really is starting to understand his friends’ hatred for the phrase.
They get back to the house and Andrew is sat out in the living room. FF stops and blinks at the sight of him sitting there.
It is a well-known fact that Andrew does not willingly wake up early most days unless he has to. Neil is glad that Andrew has a friend that he’s coming to care about the way Andrew cares about FF.
Andrew gets up and yanks the bags out of FF’s hands. “Go to sleep. Today will be irritating if you’re half-asleep.” He says with a scowl and walks to the kitchen to put away the groceries FF had bought.
FF just looks at where Andrew had gone uncomprehendingly for a few moments and Neil figures he’s just tired. Neil feels guilty that him and Andrew messing around in the car like that had rendered FF unable to sleep and the two of them had agreed last night that from now on when FF is in the car they can talk all they want but hands stay on the wheel and eyes stay on the road.
FF is plopped down on the couch when Andrew and Neil come out of the kitchen after putting away the groceries (“These are the ingredients for brownies.” Andrew had noted as he put away melting chocolate.) and he’s looking through his flashcards again and not sleeping. He hears Andrew make a disgusted noise next to him and the next thing he knows Andrew is smacking the cards out of FF’s hands.
“Go. To. Sleep.” Andrew enunciates.
FF stares at him, then down at the flashcards. “I don’t think I can.” He says which is better than him lying and saying he wasn’t tired even if the truth had Andrew’s mouth stretch into a thin line that meant he was beating himself up for something.
“Try.” Andrew orders. “Just lay down and close your eyes. Nothing will happen to you while you’re sleeping.” He says.
FF blinks but nods turning on the couch and laying down. The blanket is still over on the lazy boy that Neil had set it on the night before and Andrew rolls his eyes before grabbing it and tossing it over FF.
“Thanks.” FF says before closing his eyes.
Neil looks to Andrew who nods and Neil accepts that there’s nothing else to be done for now and heads out on his run.
***
FF can admit that he’s a bit adrift in what Andrew and Captain Neil are doing right now.
He really should go grab another five hour energy because falling asleep IN FRONT of an irritated Andrew Minyard feels like a death sentence but “Nothing will happen to you while you’re sleeping.” And having a blanket thrown over him did not feel like a threat even if he can feel Andrew’s eyes watching him.
FF is tired and when he’s tired he tends to make stupid decisions. So FF lets himself drift off to sleep while the man who was likely going to move him to a secondary location sat and watched.
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His dreams are not peaceful.
He’s running, can’t escape, an echo of words he should have considered before letting himself drift off and he knows he’s going to DIE.
He wakes up with a start to the smell of bacon, eggs, and hashed browns with Nicky standing over him. “Hey there sleeping beauty! I made you a plate!” He says and hands FF a plate of breakfast that smiles up at him with a bacon mouth, egg eyes, and hashed brown hair.
FF takes the plate and digs in immediately. He needs his strength.
“Today will be irritating if you’re half-asleep.”
Andrew Minyard was going to hunt him for SPORT.
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quirkle2 · 1 year ago
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anybody else rly rly ill about the amount of grief in his eyes in this scene
[original screencap under the cut]
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mellarked-katnisseverdeen · 4 months ago
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A/N- My silly little post about Katniss and a stowaway kitten seemed to tickle everyone's fancy, including mine XD. This little ficlet begged to written. Enjoy! Also, anyone who guesses what inspired the dialouge in the middle gets to be right about their guess!
Honey, The Subborn Kitten
"Come on, just—Arrgh!" Katniss exhales all her air as the cat wriggles successfully out of her arms, walking with its yellow tail held high back into the house. She doesn't know what the score looks like exactly, but she concludes that the little white and yellow cat has won the war—for now, at least.
Following back into the living room with a scowl, the little female kitten stops batting at Buttercup's tail, bounds over to her, and weaves between her legs. Observing her, she crosses her arms. The only conclusion she could make was that Buttercup decided to bring her the most stubborn of whatever litter of kittens he'd fathered. It was the only explanation this kitten was so bent on staying.
Reluctantly, she bends down with a smaller sigh and scratches under her chin to give the tiny thing what she wants.
On top of encouraging the kitten, it's double the mistake as Peeta spies her moment of affection.
"I think you like her."
"No-"
"I think you're ready to name her." He says in a sing-song voice.
"No, I've just tried anything short of drowning the thing." The kitten successfully climbs into her arms and promptly makes a toy of her braid. "I'll bring her to the Hob tomorrow. One of the littles will be besotted with her."
No one is convinced, including the kitten who doesn't take her attention off her.
Peeta just chuckles and returns to drawing until she, with the kitten in tow, comes to sit at the end of the couch he was relaxing on. As she passes, Peeta slowly offers her his hand, and it's her turn to snicker when it makes the young cat react like he smells of death before finding a place on her lap. Katniss melts and, once again, she gives in and pets her. The purring breaks down the last defense. How Buttercup could create such a sweet, loving creature Katniss isn't sure- but she knows somehow that was the case.
She does rationalize it with the idea that perhaps a new mouser around wouldn't be the worst thing. And she brings in plenty of entrails anyway to divide between her and Buttercup.
"Honey."
Peeta gives her a curious look.
"If she is going to stay, she should have a name. Honey seems appropriate."
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tsintotwo · 4 months ago
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Hey babes, Widow Clicquot Tom Sturridge cut is dropping on my youtube channel soon! (idk if it will get copyright struck or what, so if you are interested get there fast lol)
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tricos-here · 2 years ago
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i'll clean this up one day but until then. she 💜
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nothingpersonalkid · 2 months ago
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I'm tired of pretending Bayverse Optimus isn't hot HE'S A DILF, I REST MY CASE!!
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0ccuria · 3 months ago
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Solas: are you okay, Elgar'nan? Have you eaten? Slept at all?
Elgar'nan, hopped up on a combo of cheap gas station coffee and energy drinks:
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citrine-elephant · 3 months ago
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ghnghhh,,,
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w/e, headcanon that leon gets numbers for dates and gets too scared, so it's always just casual. that's the real reason he's always "single" / "it's complicated" w/ ada lmfao
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satancopilotsmytardis · 1 month ago
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The vampire fic was so good!! It was so cool to see Tomura as a mess when usually he has everything under control. I really wonder though how do they go after the mess of the summer camp and the following seperation/possible reveal of Tomura being a sun walking Vampire? How does the rest of the leauge react to Tomura being a Vampire?
Thank you! Whenever I write from his POV he gets to show off all of his inner doubts and which I think is a good time. He still is generally confident about a lot of stuff and he's still a good leader, but man, at least in his head he doesn't have to be perfect!
I think post Kamino, Dabi would be showing Shig and the rest of the League how to travel through abandoned railways so that they never have to worry about sun exposure since they don't know when the medicine could wear off. When the rest of the League finds out, it is mostly just bland acceptance from them, though they are curious about his ability to walk in sunlight since they already know and trust him. Toga would want to talk blood with Shig, but I think they would very quickly realize that they don't have the same relationship to it as each other and give up on that as a point of conversation. (Overall, some fics I just don't really care what the rest of the League has to say about their relationship, they're just hanging out in the background)
Thanks for commenting!
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jaymber · 6 months ago
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Started watching Psych (thanking some mutuals for it 😌). And the show's really fun, but nah I just don't buy it...
What do you mean this character is canonically queer (pan) ???
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Yet this one isn't (bi) ???
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iaus · 5 months ago
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Watching Releves where Will takes Abigail to her dad's hunting cabin...
And thinking about a revived Lucy and Jace and she asks him to take her to lake shimmerstone and they have this weird moment where Lucy's just.
You could have helped us. You weren't always shatterstarred and Jace has such a weird reaction to it because he's never really been that attached to Lucy before.
She (like Kipperlilly) was more of Porter's attempt to make a protege but now he can feel this. Wretched connection with her because they were always doomed. Once Kipperlilly got in Porter's orbit Lucy was always going to end up here.
It's familiar.
The things you do for the people you love.
But Lucy... Lucy is a child and she was stronger than him. How can he ever look at her again knowing that?
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