#the feeling tho when someone says so and so did this le gasp and I find I never followed

[lilypixels]

You all ever get afraid of interacting with/following people on simblr cause what if they’re xyz or did something terrible in past you don’t know about and you don’t want it to seem like you support such things cause yeah

[aftokrvteira]

his hands (m)

pairing: eren yaeger/jaeger x fem!reader warnings: nsfw, fingering, weed, vagsex, explicit language. word count: 2.2 k

summary: eren’s your best friend and you’ve been in love with him since you met him. for the first time you agree to smoke weed with him and shit goes down. there’s some fluff too.

You cough, loudly and he bursts into a loud laugh. You try to hit him on the arm but it’s useless. Your eyes tear up while trying to gasp for some clean air.

“Stop laughing” you managed to say, trying to clear your throat. Your mouth tastes like smoke and your lungs feel heavy and burning. It was a bad idea but you just couldn’t say no to him. He was charming and funny and he always knew what to say to convince you. He smiled, taking the smoking pipe from your hand.

“Let me show you how it’s done” Eren placed it between his lips and lit it up, taking a deep breath, making the weed glow while burning. He let out the smoke through his nose after a few seconds. It looked easy... for him. How long he had been smoking? Two years now? “You wanna try again?” he offered the pipe to you once more. It wasn’t a pleasing sensation, to be honest and you could only taste ashes and smoke. You wanted to say no, but his eyes were so convincing...

You took it and placed it between your own lips, thinking about an indirect kiss. He was a gentleman and lit it up for you.

“Okay, so, while it burns, you have to take a deep breath. Hold it and then just breath it out. Easy peasy.” 

This time wasn’t so terrible. You wanted to cough but you managed to keep the smoke inside before letting it out all at once. Eren seemed pleased with the way you did it and patted you on the head, the way he always did, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter like crazy.

You’d been in love with him since you met him at that party, a few years ago. You two were freshmen and happened to sit at the same coach at the frat house, not knowing what to do or what to say. Eren asked you about your high school first and you told him the whole story, always oversharing but he didn’t seemed to mind. He was interested enough and you liked that. He talked to you about his last school, his friends and the fact that they were also in that college. He was waiting for them to arrive while you were there alone because you wanted to be more social.

“My face is tingling” you murmured. He poked your cheek and you couldn’t help but smile because it felt good. You noticed the fluffy rug against your skin in a way you never did before, as if your skin got a hundred times more sensitive.

“Thats okay” he said. You were both laying down on the rug of your room at the dorms, looking at the ceiling, with your arm and his brushing skins. “Now all you have to do is relax.”

Your whole body started tingling at once, from the tip of your toes to your face. It all felt...really nice. You could hear laughter and conversations coming from outside the building and it was like music. You brought your hands to your face, noticing the smell of your hand cream and smoke lingering on your fingers. Without thinking, you took his hand and did the same thing. His skin was soft and warm and it felt like silk against yours. His scent was a mixture of weed and laundry detergent, along with Eren’s own aroma. Something that you couldn’t describe but it was unforgettable.

“I always knew you had a hand kink” he said, taking you out of your thoughts. You blushed and let go of his hand. Eren laughed once again. “I’m not shaming you, tho, you can keep going.”

“Shut up” you murmured, placing your hands inside the pocket of your hoodie. You felt his head resting against your shoulder. He always did that and you loved it. You loved the sensation of his closeness to you, the smell of his hair, his warmth... It was the best part of being his best friend. That he was always close. “My mom would kill me if she knew I’m doing drugs with the school’s junkie...”

“Wow, I didn’t know I was the school junkie” he said “What about Connie?”

“He just looks like a junkie but he’s not baked 24/7 like someone I know” Eren shrugged, barely moving his head to look at you. He stared for a few moments “What?”

“Nothing. I just like to look at you. You’re really cute.”

You blushed, biting your lip and looking away. That wasn’t the first time he said something like that and even though you liked it, you knew he didn’t mean it in the way you wanted to and it broke your heart just a little bit. It wasn’t his fault. You were the one having feelings for him, just like those girls in teen movies. The difference was that, in the end, you wouldn’t end up with him. At least you got his friendship and it made everything have a bittersweet taste. You sighed, trying not to think about it and just enjoying the silence between you two. This moments were the ones you loved the most because there was nothing except you two, laying down together, looking at the ceiling of your dorm room.

“I love you”

His voice was soft but it still broke the silence. It sounded peaceful and real. And then, you got it. You sat up straight, looking at him. He wasn’t looking at you, his gaze was lost somewhere else. Did you heard him alright? Or was it just because of the weed? You didn’t dared to ask what he said because you didn’t want to embarrass yourself. Maybe your mind was playing games. You shook your head and hugged your legs against your chest. It sure was your imagination. There was no way he’d...

“Y/N” judging by they way he said your name you knew he wasn’t joking anymore. You looked at him and there was something about his eyes that sent shivers all over your body. Eren was right. Weed made everything feel...so different. You didn’t know what to do. And you froze in your place when you felt his hands on your cheeks, and your heart stopped completely once he leaned in to press his lips against yours.

It was electric. His mouth tasted like chocolate and weed and it was delicious. You didn’t understand what was going on, but the sensation was being so amazing that you just gave in, letting him caress your tongue with his, getting closer. You placed your hands on his chest and felt the fast beating of his heart. His fingers ran down to your lower back and it was as if he was touching your very nerves, going through the layers of fabric and skin. Something in the back of your hazed brain was panicking with the fact that you and Eren were making out but that something was quickly silenced once his mouth traveled down your neck, finding its way on the curve of your throat. A small whimper left your lips and you blushed even more, feeling how the blood rushed all the way to your face. Eren seemed to like that because he got closer, pressing his body against yours. Your knees were melting and your skin was about to catch on fire.

As if he had the same sensation he got rid of your hoodie with a swift movement. You didn’t had to think about it. His lips didn’t left enough room for thinking. He kissed you until you were out of breath. You didn’t even cared that you were only using your bra under the hoodie and a simple pair of shorts. You loved the fact that you could just be comfortable around Eren. You gasped when his hands cupped your breasts over the fabric, squeezing them. You loved the feeling because you’ve been dreaming about that since you met him at that party. Since you saw his hands rolling a joint you wanted him to touch you with the same delicacy and eagerness. He pushed you a little bit so  you could lay down again. You bit your lip to muffle the moan that wanted to escape your lips when he positioned himself all over you. Your eyes met his and it was like everything felt into place. His hair tickled your face when he leaned in closer to your face and you couldn’t help but run your fingers through the brown strands, letting his hair loose from the bun he always had. It felt amazing. Your hands caressed the back of his neck and his broad shoulders, his back and his face as you were admiring everything about him. Being this close was driving you crazy and your heart was pounding inside of your chest.

“Eren...” you whispered his name and the way it sounded felt like a declaration. He kissed you once again and the only reason he would stop was to gasp for air.

It was all being like a dream, like one of those dreams you used to have where he just appeared whispering all sorts of perverted things, things that he would do to you. You always woke up wet and confused and your solution for that was to finger yourself to get rid of the horniness. Just like those times, one of your hands automatically moved down and slid inside your shorts. With your middle and ring fingers you felt how wet you already were and you moaned against his lips, making him realize what you were doing. He stopped for a brief second and then grabbed your wrist, making you stop. You looked at him but he was half-smiling. His hand replaced yours and the way his fingers caressed your clit made you gasp. He collected your juices and slowly introduced one finger inside of you, making you close your legs. Eren let out a chuckle.

“You’re really cute...”

You covered your face with your hands, embarrassed but quickly forgot about it when he started to finger-fuck you, managing to rub your clit with his thumb and thrust his middle fingir in and out of you. Your moans got louder and for a moment you thought that maybe someone could hear you but you didn’t care. This was a fantasy. Maybe you were just hallucinating and you didn’t wanted it to stop. It was all you ever wanted.

“Take off your bra.” he asked and you obeyed, just pulling it up, showing him your breasts and your already hard nipples. He licked his lips before leaning so he could lick one of them, circling his tongue around it, making you a mess of moans and wetness. He sucked on your tits and took his time with them, as if it was something he just wanted to do from a long time.

You sighed when he stopped fingering you. He kneeled between your legs and you saw him pull down his pants and boxers, letting you see his boner. His cock was hard and glistening, with beads of precum covering the tip. You imagined that he was big, but not that big. You gulped and he smiled, noticing the wanting in your eyes. He took off your shorts and opened your legs, running his fingers along your slit, collecting your wetness and making you moan. With that same hand he jerked his dick, up and down, his gaze fixed on your pussy and the position you were. Those seconds felt like an eternity to you.

“Is it okay if we do it like this?” he asked. “I didn’t bring a condom”

You bit your lip for a second but then just nodded.

“As long as you pull out...”

That answer seemed to please him because as soon as you said it, he aligned his cock against your cunt and slowly slid it inside. You arched your back, tensing around his length, making him moan. It was better than you ever imagined. You could feel him inside of you, opening your insides so he could fit in your tight pussy. You wrapped your arms against his neck, closing your eyes and he started to thrust in and out of you, increasing the pace as he got used to the sensation.

“You have no idea of how bad I wanted you...” he said, resting his forehead against yours. “From the moment I...Oh, fuck...I saw you...” Eren’s balls slapped against your skin, making a delicious sound that matched perfectly with the rhythm of your sighs and moans. “I love you, y/n...”

You opened your eyes. His face was so close, covered in sweat, eyes closed shut. He was panting and you couldn’t help but lean in for a kiss, a deep kiss. You moved your hips against his, syncing the movements. This way you felt him go in deeper, stimulating your g-spot, driving you over the edge. You felt him twitch inside of you, just about to get there. You wrapped your legs around his waist and screamed his name when you cum. Just a few seconds after, he pulls out, cumming all over your belly with a husky moan. He’s panting and colapses right next to you. Both of your chests raise up and down, trying to recover your breath.

You feel his arm wrapping around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him until you rest against his chest. You can hear his heart pounding and you feel embarrassed and happy and tender.

“I love you too” you whisper and he hugs you tighter. 

“Can I spend the night?” he asks.

“Only if you take a shower with me.”

“Deal.”

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Harry Osborn x Alexander!Reader

Anonymous said: i was wondering if you could do a dating Harry Osborn headcanon but with the reader being Sam's Alexander's twin sis? (usm)

Sam was your twin brother

Unfortunately, being slightly older than you was the reason he got the Nova Corps helmet

And you were left with nothing

But he was still the greatest brother ever

Since the two of you were the only family you had left, you ended up relying on each other very much

But there was always some distance in your relationship because he would go on these amazing adventures with the guardians

And you were left at home waiting for him

But he still tried to make sure that you had a strong bond

You and Harry became friends because you had one thing in common

The fact that you had been abandoned by your superhero friends

Of course, you knew that Sam was Nova so it didn’t feel as bad

You lived with him on the Helicarrier and knew all about his superhero life

But Harry never knew that Peter was Spiderman

So, you immediately felt bad for him

You met the first time because both Peter and Sam were missing from Chem Lab

So, you two were the only ones left alone

So obviously the teacher paired the two of you up

And it turns out, the two of you make a great team

Which is weird because neither of you have an aptitude for it

And that’s how you started talking and eventually spending time together

Harry was really sweet to you

And you always thought he’d be kind of snooty because he was rich

But he’s really charming

Not to mention handsome

The amount of times he’s caught you just staring at him with stars in your eyes

Because he’s 

SO

“Like what you see?” 

DAMN

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

PRETTY

“Try not to drool.”

And you swear you don’t like him

But sometimes he teases you and leans in and it’s like you can’t breathe

Harry definitely lets it go to his head that you always get so blushy around him

Once he did this thing where he cages you against the wall

And you’re just having a casual heart attack

Sam obviously has his own things going on so he doesn’t really notice

And honestly that kind of hurts you

Harry definitely notices your disheartened face when your twin brother bails on you

Tries and makes up for it but he can’t really fill the void that your brother leaves

He definitely helps tho

And sometimes Harry is like

“I’ve just about had enough of them ignoring us.”

And he wants to give them a piece of his mind

But you always stop him because you know they can’t help it

Unfortunately, though, you and Sam begin drifting apart

And you start relying on Harry more than your brother

Things honestly go downhill from there

When the Helicarrier gets destroyed and sinks, so does your home

While your brother moves into Peter’s place as a kind of team building exercise

You get shipped off to a S.H.I.E.L.D. housing facility

Even though Sam tried to argue with you staying with him

Fury wanted Sam to stay with the rest of the team

And Peter couldn’t house you too

But you couldn’t bear going into the housing facility, filled with agents and no friends

So, when you show up at Harry’s in tears, with absolutely no belongings, he has no choice to take you in

And so, the two of you begin living together

The big kick to the stomach is that Sam doesn’t realize that you’re not at the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility

And he doesn’t seem to care that the two of you are living apart for the first time since your birth

But Harry is such a great housemate

Absolutely the best

Long drives to wherever while either talking or singing horribly to some songs

Late movie nights where he carries you to bed

Studying together on the couch

Cooking together even though he has maids and butlers

And you’re just falling deeper and deeper

It feels like your married even though you haven’t even said that you’ve liked each other

But you both know that you do

There’s a certain intimacy that you have

Like Harry kissing your forehead before he leaves the house

Cuddling on the couch while watching a movie

Back hugs while you wash the dishes even though Harry insists that the staff can do it

Harry is like the protective husband you dreamed about having

At this point, you and Sam don’t even talk anymore

Aside from some mundane chatting in the middle of the hallways

And you’re starting to get over it

Obviously, it kind of hurts

But at the same time, you’re also angry

And this whole time Harry just kind of stands on the side-lines

Watching your brother take you for granted

But the time he loses his temper is on your birthday

He tried contacting him the whole day because he wanted to have a party for you

But neither him nor Peter picked up the phone

When Harry finally surprised you with a gift

Your first response was

“Have you heard from my brother?”

“Uh, no, actually, I tried calling but he didn’t pick up.”

And that kind of hurts because you usually get alerts from S.H.I.E.L.D. whenever there’s a mission so you don’t have to worry about him

But you didn’t get an alert so he was obviously not on a mission

In reality, the team tricked Sam saying that they had a mission

And then rerouting the plane to go to a remote island to celebrate

Completely forgetting about you

And so did Sam

So, you just try and forget and open the present

And there lies two premier tickets to the newest movie

“Harry, I can’t accept this, it’s too much.”

“Nooo, please, I got invited and it’ll be such a bore if I go alone.”

“I don’t know....”

“Think of it as a birthday present to me.”

You laughed

“So, this is your birthday present and mine?? Anything else? Your dad’s birthday too?”

“Actually, let’s mix in our first date with it too.”

And the two of you are in the papers the next day as the newest couple

With pictures of Harry kissing you on the red carpet

That’s how your brother finds out that you’ve been staying with the Osborn’s for 2 weeks now

And Sam tries calling you but you’re honestly so upset that you don’t even pick up the phone

So, he goes over to your place

And you’re not home

But Harry is

And as soon as Sam sees him, he tries to give the brother protective speech

But Harry honestly gets so annoyed

He just punches him right in the face

And all the staff are like ‘le gasp’

Sam is like wtf man why are you punching your girlfriends’ brother

And Harry loses it

Yells at him about how he hasn’t been paying you any attention the past month, left you to live with someone else and basically not even giving him the time of day anymore

And the most important day of your life, the day the two of you were born, he was halfway across the world

Sam finally realizes how neglectful he’s been and immediately feels like crap

Harry tells him to get his act together because you won’t wait forever

Sam listens and goes home so he can figure out how to make it up to you

And when you get home, Harry has a bruise on his knuckles and you’re just like

“What happened?”

“Oh, I fell.”

“On your knuckles?”

“Yep.”

“Okay then.”

The next day you get a call from Sam and he asks to meet you

You’re honestly kind of surprised

And something inside makes you want to reject him

But you get over your spite and pride and agree

When you get to the cafe Sam wanted to meet you, you’re shocked af to find him with a black eye

“Oh, my goodness! What happened?!”

“I, uh, got the lights knocked out of me.”

“By a villain?”

“Sure.”

He apologizes for everything that happened in the past month

And promises to do a better job

All the feel-good brother stuff

And Harry is just so happy for you

So basically, Harry fixed your family relations and became a part of your family

Idk how to end this

The end

Forever Taglist: @simonsbluee​

USM Taglist: @imcarolinashannon​

[zodiyack]

Brahms + Bubba With a Chaotic Male S/o Would Include...

Requested by anon: Heyo b, just wanna request how brahms and bubba would react to a male s/o with chaotic energy :-)

Pairing: Brahms Heelshire x male!reader, Bubba Sawyer x male!reader

Warnings: Swearing, slasher stuffs, I think that’s it

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace​, @darling-i-read-it​

Masterlist | Slasher Masterlist

Brahms Heelshire

Let’s have a contest

who’s more chaotic-

Brahms could honestly have a lot of fun with you

but lets talk about your lives before stinky wall boi said ‘ello in person

He first is puzzled with you

normally he had female nannies, but a change was something he could learn to deal with

and possibly even like

soon enough, he grew to like the man taking care of his doll

You’re alone, so there isn’t much to be chaotic with besides the younger glass version of the man living in the walls

in other words, he has yet to witness your true chaos

But boy OOOOOH booy, he’s in for a surprise

of course, he has noticed little hints...

You mumble to yourself sometimes, then laugh with an embarrassed expression, which causes him to wonder if you know he’s there

why else would you be embarrassed? if no one’s there, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, right?

running through the halls with socks on tho, it’s a must, chaotic or not

there’s many other sneak-peaks he gets of your chaos, but he truly learns about it after he’s revealed and you guys get together

Sometimes, he thinks he feels what the past nannies have felt

“Y/n-” “Y/n-” “Y/n! Stop moving and just listen!”

grouchy wall boi doesn’t want to play anymore

He never thought he’d ever be the one to get tired out, only tire others out

However, that only motivates him

He’s absolutely determined to tire you out

like- you have no fucking idea how much effort he’s prepared to give

It’d be nice to let him win sometimes- just sayin’

To be 100% honest, he’s never been as chaotic as he is now that you’re here

he’s sure his parents would call you a bad influence if they were still alive, but he could care less. they gave you to him, so they can get over it

If you’re calm for .01 seconds, Brahms’ will imediatly assume something’s either up, wrong, or that you’re just broken completely

not emotional broken,

like literally broken

where tf is the instruction manual? Brahms needs to find the restart button on his Y/n...

Yeah, he’s just beyond horrified. So if you ever calm down, don’t do it in front of him

like I said, calm you = anxious Brahms

he knows that you’re chaotic, he knows almost HOW chaotic you are, so you being “normal” is pretty scary to him

Grocery Boy: Y/n? I’ve got a new delievery-

Brahms: *towering over the boy, point to you*

You: *sitting calmly on the couch, enjoying a noice book*

Brahms: fix this.

Grocery Boy: *pissing himself in horror as the tall stinky wall bitch demands he fixes you*

the poor boy probably never made it out alive...

ON A HIGHER NOTE, Brahms doesn’t doubt you for a second when it comes to self defense- but he does believe you’ll need a little teaching from the master...

Brahms: like this... *walks silently in the walls*

You: Oooh... like.. this? *copies him*

Sneak: Level 100

Brahms: *proud mother moment*

Overall, Brahms is pretty happy with you. Take away the intimidation he feels from you, the need for speed being more chaotic than you, and the grump attitude he’ll give you if you prove to be more of a mischievous little rat than he is, and you’ve got yourself a happy wall boyo

Bubba Sawyer

Well look at that-

You fit right in to the Sawyer fam!

The Sawyer family absolutely loves you

Well...

It’ll take a bit to get Drayton to like you fully, but Chop Top’s better and he’s the supportive big brother, so it doesn’t really matter

Chop Top hangs out with you a lot

Bubba is embarrassed by the fear of what his big brother is telling you

could he be talking about anything personal involving Bubba?

Lets be honest, before the family met you, Bubba was acting off

Chop Top nagged at Bubba to figure out what was wrong, but this one night at dinner, he definitely caught Bubba’s attention

“Bubba? Bubba? Is it a girl problem? Dating problems?”

Bubba’s head flew up from his hunched position, relieved it didn’t fly off with how fast it happened

Chop Top slowly processed Bubba’s actions, then came to a conclusion with a wide mischievous smile

“BUBBA’S GOT A GIRLFRIEND! BUBBA’S GOT A GIRLFRIEND”

his chant was highly annoying, not to mention dreadfully embarrassing

When Bubba finally allows you to meet his family, Chop is the first to speak

“Well that’s a little new-”

He was expecting a girlfriend, but hey, as I’ve said, Chop is the most supportive big brother known to Texas so-

“Which one of yous is the bottom?”

cue Bubba having one of his nervous moments

“Do you even have to ask?” Drayton adds from his chair

Bubba’s even more blushy and squirmy

Dinner goes alright that night, and you’ve managed to hold off the chaos, but the next visit comes around you’ve decided you just don’t give a bloody damn.

All hell breaks lose when Chop and you are together

Drayton: Where’s Y/n?

Bubba: *shrugs*

Drayton: Where’s Chop Top?

Bubba: *shrugs*

Drayton:

Drayton: Oh god-

Loud clatter sounds through the entry

Chop Top and you: YEEEHAW MOTHERFUCKERS

Basically, if you’re chaotic and dating Bubba, you might as well be Chop Top’s new bestie

BUT BACK TO BUBBA

He admires it

admires you

and really admires the chaos you create tbh

If you end up being fine with...le cannibalism, then I assume you’re fine with le “myrrh-dur”

if you don’t know the reference, keep the spelling of murder (myrrh-dur) in mind pls... thank you

So, if you are fine with all that, you likely end up helping the family

Although, Bubba is hesitant to let you get your hands dirty

in the end, he caves and watches you do a little kill la killing with adoration visible in his orbs

Chop doesn’t even need to teach you shit, you’re just that chaotic.

You: I brought you myrrh..

Victim: Thank you...

You: MYRRH-DUR!!

Victim: *gasps* JUDAS!

please, someone get that

You def “borrow” Bubba’s chainsaw

by borrow I mean, he won’t see it for a couple weeks ‘cause the chaos has yet to end

I really did just try to give you some kinda codename lmfao

That’s it. That’s all I can say. Like, to sum it up, 1) you fit in REALLY well, 2) Chop loves you and is upset Bubba never brought you sooner, and 3, Drayton’s an ass but knows full well that Bubba’s a bottom..

okay, ignore number three 😂

[fishoutofcamelot]

Yves Montand's les feuilles mortes is Merwen as Gwen ages and becomes old, memories flitting in and out of her consciousness as Merlin tends to her last moments on her death bed, her hand caressing his cheek as she says the final goodbye. Merlin clutches into her hand tight, his shoulders tremored as he sobs, losing his last friend and lover.

Dude it’s MY job to make people sad about Merwen! If you keep this up, I’ll be out of a job!!! And I can’t afford that in this tragic fandom economy.

Ngl tho, you’re absolutely right about the vibes. Although if I might add, I also kinda get a reincarnation vibe from it too.

The scene: France, 1947. WWII is finally over. Merlin, or Michon Epinette as he goes by now, is walking down a wet cobblestone street. His face is sullen. As he walks, hands stuffed into his pockets and head bowed, flashbacks are interjected into his mind. Brief snippets of his time in Camelot - meeting Arthur, hanging out with the knights, saving the kingdom. But above all, his time with Gwen. All the memories and laughs and tears they shared together. 

The flashbacks increase in frequency the further along he comes, only now they’re all focusing on Arthur’s death, Leon and Gaius and Percival’s deaths, until only Merlin and Gwen remain. Until Gwen ages and dies too, until Merlin is left weeping over her dead body. But in none of the memories do any of their faces appear. The faces and appearances of his loved ones are just some of the many things he’s forgotten after all these years, much to his distress.

Merlin shakes his head to force the memories away, and enters a bar. It’s pretty empty. Everyone is fairly quiet aside from the clanking of glasses and occasional murmurs here and there - and on the stage, a slow, morose jazz performance.

He sits down at the bar and gets a drink, watching the performance and trying not to cry over how deeply the mournful lyrics speak to him. It’s the 1400-year anniversary of Gwen’s death, and it stings just as intensely now as it did back then.

The woman singing wears a yellow dress that is elegant yet simple, back exposed and black gloves deftly holding the microphone. Her own eyes are tearful, she herself affected by her own lyrics - Les Feuilles Mortes, now that he thinks about it - and if not for some impressive self-control then her elaborate makeup might have been running.

But looking at her face, her dark, gentle face and deep brown eyes, a most profound sense of deja vu settles into his gut. As if he should know her somehow. 

But Merlin has lived for many, many years, and has met many, many people. If he’s met her before, he doesn’t remember, and likely never will. And besides, it was probably nothing important.

Still, the clenching of his heart pulls him to her. As if something terrible will happen, as if he’ll suffer a loss worse than he can ever imagine, if he doesn’t hold her in his arms this very moment.

Instead of sweeping her up and never letting go, Merlin waits for the song to end, politely applauds, and then greets her as she sits down at the bar stool next to him. Another performer walks onto the stage in her place.

They speak in French as she asks if she’s seen him before, a puzzled look creasing her features. He says that he’s just got one of those faces, and reaches out his hand to shake hers. He introduces himself using his current alias, Michon Epinette, but his ribcage screams at him to tell the truth. To tell her that his name is Merlin. He ignores the impulse.

She calls herself Guinevere Laurent, and oh how his heart aches at the familiarity of it. Another Guinevere, just as kind and soft as his own had once been. He commends her performance, admits that it had made him cry, and she tells him it has that effect on people - especially those who have recently suffered a loss. 

Ms. Laurent asks him who he’s lost, then gets flustered as she apologizes for being so forward. He instead tells her that he lost a great deal of friends. Everyone he’s ever known and loved is dead now.

“The war?” she surmises.

“Yes,” he says, because while they’re not thinking about the same war it’s still true.

She sips from her cocktail glass. “I lost a great deal of friends to the war as well. My brother Elouan, my best friend Lazare, and my father Thomas. Normandy, all of them.”

He shrugs. “If they had to die at war, at least it was Normandy.” Then, flustering - “Oh no, I’m so sorry! That was so insensitive of me. I didn’t mean -”

Ms. Laurent - Guinevere - shakes her head. “It’s fine. You’re right, though. Normandy is...heroic. As good a place to die as any. I just...I just wish they hadn’t had to die in the first place.”

Merlin has nothing to say to that, so he doesn’t. And the two of them sit there at the bar counter, nursing their cocktails - which are, coincidentally, the exact same - and ruminate over their respective losses. Guinevere Laurent is likely thinking about the second world war, and Merlin is thinking about Camlann. And both of them are thinking about after. What happens next. Where they go from here, when everyone they care about is six feet under.

While the similarity in names is likely a coincidence, Merlin can’t help but feel drawn to this Guinevere too. She speaks and acts and feels so much like the one he lost that his chest burns with sorrow. But also, perhaps, with something else too. Something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Hope.

Merlin ventures out his broken heart and cracks a joke, trying to lighten her spirits. For the life of him, he will never be able to remember what the joke is, but it does its job in making a tentative smile splash onto her face. 

Warily, with an uneven and rough voice, she murmurs out a joke of her own. He won’t ever be able to remember that one, either, but he laughs just as quietly and genuinely as she did.

After an hour their laughter has transformed into something loud and unending, and it fills up the entire bar with an orange, jovial mood. Other people are talking amongst themselves with more liveliness than they had before, and now Merlin and Guinevere are not the only people smiling in here. Even the scrunched-faced bartender is cracking a grin.

It feels familiar. It feels like he’s been in this situation before - laughing with someone as loudly as possible to chase away their mutual pains, until their desperation turns into sincerity and sincerity into passion. 

For one glorious evening, Merlin allows himself to exist in a fantasy world where Gwen isn’t dead, but sitting right next to him. It’s weird and wrong, for sure, but he can’t help pretending that Guinevere Laurent and Guinevere Pendragon are the same person.

The crowd raucously, drunkenly cries out to Guinevere for an encore, begging her to give them another song. She shakes her head and says she’s done for the night, and all her songs are too sad anyway, but the crowd remains insistent. 

Merlin nudges her shoulder with his own. “You can do this, Gwen.”

And for some reason, just locking eyes with him is enough for her to acquiesce.

She dusts off her dress and reluctantly shuffles onto the stage once more, and the current performer steps aside to let her have the microphone.

Guinevere discusses something with the people manning the instruments, and after a moment they appear to reach an agreement of some kind. 

As the music swells to life, she casts one final glance at Merlin. He nods encouragingly, and she nods back, then closes her eyes and begins.

“Je suis seul ce soir,” she sings in a soulful cadence.

He loses himself in the music, lets the medieval nostalgia consume him like a snake devouring a field mouse - and just as the snake’s venom strikes the mouse, so too does a heartbreaking realization strike Merlin.

He called her Gwen. He referred to Guinevere Laurent as Gwen, his Gwen.

But she’s not. She’s not his Gwen.

His Gwen is dead, and she’s not coming back.

Suddenly, the whole world flares harshly at him. The lights are too modern and bright, the music is too loud and lively, the crowd is too busy and young. And Guinevere Laurent stands on the stage, eyes closed as she sings from the heart. 

And it’s not Gwen. It’s not Gwen, it’s not Gwen, it’s not Gwen, and the reminder of this truth is a slap to the face. Gwen didn’t dress like that, didn’t speak that language, didn’t sing in French bars or drink cheap cocktails. 

Gwen died. She died in pain, and she died gasping for air, and she died pushing him away in fear because her senile mind could not recall who he was. She died afraid, surrounded by faces and places she didn’t recognize, tearfully asking for a brother who had been dead for decades.

But even despite with all the differences, Guinevere Laurent looks so horribly similar to Gwen, back when she was young and innocent. The similarities, the memories, are enough to shatter whatever shaky pieces of his heart he had managed to cobble together.

Merlin presses a trembling fist to his mouth as tears pierce their way through his eyes, clouding his vision and sapping his body of any resolve it might have had. 

He fumbles out of the bar to get away from it all, lest the agony bubble out of him like blood. The cold air stings his cheeks, but the bitterness of it provides a momentary distraction from the memories left behind in the bar.

Determined to find some other hole-in-the-wall at which to drink and forget forget forget, Merlin stumbles away, not even bothering to wipe away the curtain of tears shuttering his face.

But back in the bar, Guinevere Laurent begins to remember things. As the melody holds up her heart, as the fondness that ‘Michon’ had born within her chest lifts her ever higher, flashes of a distant life spark in her mind. 

A boy with an impish grin, stuck in the stocks but still shaking her hand. A young man with a colourful scarf, sitting on a hill and braiding flowers into her hair. A friend, back pressed to hers as they both hold swords and fight to defend their kingdom. A companion, holding her wrinkled hands and helping her get up the stairs.

The name whispers into her mind. Merlin.

But as the final notes of Seule Ce Soir  rumble to an end, as Guinevere opens her eyes in the hopes of soaking in the rays of her old friend’s presence, she finds no sign of Michon - Merlin - and instead a vacancy in his place. 

Thanks for the ask! <3

[tsuna-sora]

Hi, yes hello. Good day all my gender and none gender darlings <3 This is gonna be a long winded salt post about the current state of mlb and the fandom and if that’s not for you feel free to skip this post as you please dear. I want your comfort as a priority and you do you. And for people who disagree with me I’ll kindly ask you not to engage on this post please keep scrolling and don’t let me have any bearings on your day. I will not interact to dispute this post cause I’m kinda tired of stuff if that’s alright with you. Love you. OKAY. *breaths* As someone who when it comes to Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction only goes into the Adrienette tag and never got the urge to see other ships in fics ever since the start of this show till now, I can safely say that I am indeed an Adrienette shipper.... yah know EXCEPT FOR CURRENT CANON. Because, this may shock everyone who likes this ship, the relationship they have in fanfiction and canon is not the same thing anymore. This series canon writing has been atrocious since the start of S3 (if not the middle of S2 where I could notice things were in the start of going in a weird /later confirmed bad/ direction)

So this is just a thing I wanted to say, hey like could y'all kindly not deliberately go into tags of your notp’s and harass shippers in their own tags/blogs? Cause that’s like, not raaad my dude. \(uwu)/ And tag stuff accordingly if you disagree? Please and thank you for being an amazing human being? And be polite if you wanna debate them? And if your not sure the poster is open to it please first ask/check with them for consent for that debate? :3c

Also can we like not dismiss someone’s extremely valid points and logical points that they wrote/pointed out as flaws and/or good points and well written parts just because *le gasp* they ship Adrienette or Lukanette and/or Adrigami instead of what you ship or is endgame in canon! Blasphemy!

Okay now for the serious note, Marinette is always punished for shit she didn’t do to the point her embarrassment and distress in Truth made me cry and have an attack that later made me finally quit the show. (if you want to see that distress post it’s here) One of my bff’s who writes Adrienette fics on AO3 also hates the writing and destruction of characters in this entire show at this point and agrees that the writing for the characters has been shit, Marinette is both a great person and then suddenly a freak for plot reasons, Adrien is a saint except he literally is not and him not learning lessons is the worst representation and image for young boys ever, every single character has been distorted to fit plot instead of providing it, but they keep watching for lore for their fic and have been explaining to me what happened since then. So yes I know about Lies through them and osmosis of bloggers I follow. And some of them holy molly are Lukanette or Adrigami and even Marigami blogs because that doesn’t matter to me one fucking bit because they’re freakin’ darlings of people who tag stuff properly and aren’t rude to others or have ever been rude to me and the points they make are valid. Just as I also follow a lot of dedicated Adrienette only blogs and in fact what all of these have in common is that when I interact with them or ask stuff they all have been nothing but fluffy bunnies I wanna kidnap into my home.

Just as some other people have also pointed all these things out even tho they are also Adrienette shippers.

( Tipo EU, e outras pessoas muito giras que só shipam Adrienette )

Who have been silenced by the other majority. If you don’t agree with me that’s FINE. That’s why I put that first part of the post informing you that if you read this till this point I don’t want to debate out my experience of Miraculous if it doesn’t mirror yours. And you don’t see the same things I did. That’s okay my dude. :c

IT’S FINE I LOVE YOU ANYWAY AND I WANT YOU HAPPY.

MY POINT IS *deep breaths* someone being a Lukanette shipper saying that Truth is a bad episode and presenting reasons outside their ship for it is valid. An Adrigami shipper pointing out that Lies is badly written and posting logical points that have nothing to do with the ship is valid.

You know what’s not valid?

Dismissing someone’s argument cause you went into their blog and noticed they shipped a certain ship even tho their debate/post had no ships involved as points of argument to begin with and then decided to harass/dismiss them and their post directly at them.

Guys we need to be kinder to each other. We need to respect each other. We need to understand that some people only like the shipping in a show. Some people only like to discuss writing of shows. Some people like to salt, others not at all. Some post things as an outlet not wanting different interaction/debate, others do want people to discuss and debate. ALL OF THIS IS GREAT AND FINE. BUT WE NEED TO RESPECT AND BE KIND TO EACH OTHER.

I have not been a perfect example of this and I am a mature person who can admit this. So if I unintentionally did this to you? I’m sorry. I will hear the person speaking to me and check myself and correct my behavior for next time. And so can you because I believe you are a good person.

I had proof of this very recently where me and someone else had a misunderstanding within a post and we ended up talking and we cleared up stuff. Turns out that person did not want to make me feel bad at all. We just had a case of me being a none English speaker and not being able to make my entire point super cohesive and them getting a wrong idea and it snowballing from there.

Which is also something I wanna point out. Please don’t forget that some people aren’t native English speakers and may not be able to explain themselves fully to you or cohesive enough. Be patient and before you think they are debating something without pointing out this thing or x forgot to point out something in their post ask them about it politely if they have an opinion on it or if maybe they forgot to mention? Jesus where am I going with this post at this point. Okay what I want everyone to take away from this is that we shouldn’t be fighting each other. We shouldn’t be dismissing and harassing each other. You know what we should be doing? Beating up Thomas Austruc and his writing team with sticks and DEMANDING BETTER WRITING FOR THIS SHOW AND ALL OUR SHIPS BE THEY CANON OR NOT ALL OF US TOGETHER---- Okay pitch fork revolution idea aside I just wanted to stop people from using a ship as a means to hurt each other. We all liked or still like MLB and I want us to be above this stuff. I believe in us cause I’m a stupid shounen protag whose hopes die last when it comes to people. I love you all okay? I seriously do. I’ve had a lot of fun when it comes to the fandom of MLB. I love seeing people post cute art of my ship. I love seeing cute art of Lukanette, I love seeing cute art of Adrigami and Nino and Alya, and Nino or Adrien and JuleRose. I love the gifs, the salt, the cute content, the mostly lore debated stuff etc. I LOVE IT ALL. And I’m not giving up on us. And I bet 100% that you aren’t either you stupidly beautiful human being. *kisses your cheek with your consent* This has been again a very rare self post. And I bid you all goodnight.

[justsomeoneunordinary]

3🥦🥦🥦

You love coffee, ergo I love you, ergo intimidation is low. You're pretty blunt and I love that, but I can imagine that this is intimidating for others? 😂

And adding 2, so it's 3, because you love Natasha and that speaks of a fine mind and I remember you telling me of beating someone with a handbag, very romanoff of you.

Also you're so sweet and its so fun to bicker with you or read your interactions with others, like they're often highlights in my day 🥰

10/10 would let you step on me though. Extra coffee for you if you manage to get the weird tensity out of my back:P

sesil 🥺💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

please know, it took me so long to answer, cause i didn't know what to say to all that. (but also cause i totally fell asleep again after i told you i'd answer later lol) god, i should type this on desktop cause WORDS, but i need the emojis to express myself, so mobile torture it is.

coffee is life and anyone who disagrees is literally wrong. i type that while drinking coffee lol. also "pretty blunt" is probably the understatement of the century. i am extremely blunt. it's a problem. though i can't tell if it's bc people get mad/annoyed at me or bc i have to keep it to myself at work which causes my organs almost to explode. 😆

also, also!!! i didn't punch the guy with my handbag!!! he tried to steal my handbag so i punched him in the face. with my fist. that's not the same, please get your facts straight. 😌💖 (i'm telling you, it was poetic! movie worthy!! he was right at the the bus doors when they opened and my punch had just enough force to push him out of the bus. god, it's been years and i'm still so proud of that chchadhfjsfj)

but god, sesil, you!!! chcjskdjfkafjaldfjakfjaksfjgkglakf I LOVE YOU OKAY!!! you're so sweet, how dare. this message transformed me in a puddle of goo and i don't like that. how dare you make me soft.

i remember when you followed me out of a sudden and i just sat there like??? why did this frostiron artist follow me?? you have to know, i had no clue that you're a big name. man, i didn't even know that you also write!! (how dare you be so talented and skilled?? art and fics???? *le gasp*) frostiron is just a ship i look into every now and then for some pretty art and maybe a fic or two if i'm feeling it. so i did reblog your art whenever it appeared on my dash, but never felt the need to follow. i had no idea abt big names or anything, i only know the big names in the winteriron fandom. 😆

and then you followed and i was so confused and thought "oh well, she probably gonna unfollow soon" (lmaooo). (though, you honestly have to tell me what prompted you to come to my blog, i wanna know!!!) and then!!! you were so sweet and sent me asks and talked to me and vhcjdjfjsjfjfksfksgjdkc and i fell in love with you. 🥺💕💕💕

and when i finally did get the memo that you're a big name and i should probably feel intimidated, it was already too late. too much shitposting had happened since then lol. (skat kink anon will forever live rent-free in my head cbcnzfjadjgkvka)

and anyway!!! the fact that you made me love you in first place even tho you are german, which is totally a crime and i am betraying my people by being friends with you (if switzerland ever finds out, i will lose all my swiss privilege), and even dared to ask me if swiss chocolate is actually good - that despite that i still would totally 100% kill for you, says a lot.

gosh, you're just such a wonderful human being. you are nice and funny and beautifully honest and so very intelligent as well as mature (i forget so often how young you technically are. god i was so dumb when i was your age but you!!! you are incredible!), you're an amazing artist and just as an amazing writer, and i love you to pieces. 🥺💕💕💓💓💞💞💘💘💗💗🥰🥰

intimidation level 0 but only cause i love you and know you and know i don't have to be intimidated at all. 10/10 i would absolutely step on you if you asked me to. (but i fear you might not have a back afterwards anymore :/)

thank you for your nice words, love!! 💙💙

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On a scale of 1 to 10, how intimidating am I?

[goldenfawnwriting]

Birds Of A Feather - Part 14 Hawks Fic

Summary: Finch has changed, for the better or for worse?

A/N: Just got a new laptop for my birthday and I’m absolutely in love with it, only thing- the keyboard lights turn off when they go inactive and my eyesight is awful so when I go to start typing again I often mess up lol. Fun times tho.

Warnings: Angst, violence, abuse by the commission. 

It was late, Hawks was sitting up watching the news. That was when he got a call from an unknown number. Usually he wouldn’t answer to numbers he didn’t know, for fear of his phone number getting leaked but, for some reason a heavy feeling settled in his gut and he clicked answer quickly. 

“H-Hawks?”

“Who is this?”

“It’s Asami, Starlight.”

“Oh you’re Finch’s best friend right?”

“Ya actually, I was calling about Kore. I haven’t heard from her in awhile-”

“She’s been training for the commission. It’s been non-stop.”

There was a pause from the other side of the phone and then Asami continued. 

“Well, is she doing alright? She doesn’t usually ignore me like this.”

“U-uh,”

He contemplated telling Asami with the hope that she could help but he also didn’t want to worry her and end up getting her hurt.

“Ya, she’s doing great actually, she’s even tried flying a little.”

Asami gasped and made a little excited squeak.

“That’s amazing!”

“Ya, I’m sure she’ll give you a call soon, she’s just been super busy and worn out with all the work so...”

He trailed off. He hoped to god she wouldn’t try and go visit her or call. He feared Finch may snap on her or worse, him.

“Ok, well, I’ll let you go, sorry for disturbing you, I just thought I didn’t want to bother her so I’d call you. Y’know, she was really upset when you stopped visiting her in the hospital.”

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

“Ya I know... I just couldn’t get too close to her without the commission riding my ass about it. We talked it out though.”

They definitely hadn’t talked out all the harbored feelings with that situation but, he’d address that later. 

“Ok, well, let her know I called! Thanks Hawks~”

“No problem!”

He replied before she hung up, letting his throw his phone down on the couch and run a hand down his face with a sigh. He’d never be able to get to sleep at this rate. All he’d been able to do was worry about Finch since the last time he’d seen her, a couple days ago. He turned off his TV, making a decision.

As he flew through the night sky he couldn’t help but wonder if he was making the right decision. Would he be making the situation worse? Stressing her out more? When he got to her window he paused, his wings flapping to keep him in place. He sighed, sliding it open and pulling himself inside the dark bedroom. Maybe he should’ve went through the balcony door, he thought, stepping into the room. He spotted her passed out in her bed, curled up tight in a ball. He left his eyes on her for a moment longer before letting out what he thought was a silent sigh but man was he wrong. Finch popped out of bed at the speed of light and was immediately coming at him before he could even realize what was happening.

“Finch, Finch, it’s me!”

He yelled, grabbing her to stop her. She struggled against him, throwing punch after punch, Hawks blocking each one before finally grabbing her by the arms and turning her around, pinning her down on the bed roughly.

“Kore, it’s me Keigo!”

She was panting hard, and then suddenly, it was like she was back to normal again.

“K-keigo?”

She croaked in a hoarse voice. He could tell she had been crying.

“Keigo, what’s h-happening to me?”

She whimpered. Hawks wanted to let her up again but was still worried that she’d try and attack him again.

“Dove, you’ve gotta calm down, then I’ll let you go and we can talk.”

He tried to say gently, he was still panting, trying to prepare himself for the next round, if she decided to attack him again.

“Keigo I don’t know what’s happening-”

Her voice broke off into a harsh sob and Hawks could feel his heart break for her. She was in so much pain, so much torment. 

“Come on lovebird, I know you can do this, just breathe, we can fix this.”

It was like she was a mechanical warrior, like she was following a string of commands. Her wings finally relaxed, no long pushing against him and folding to her back. He sighed, finally trusting that she was calm again as her feathers smoothed down and her breathing evened. He let her up slowly, bracing himself for if he had to contain her again.

“Just go slow birdie, no quick moves.”

“Y-you don’t trust m-me?”

“You’ve gotta understand Finch, I’m in a whole new situation also.”

^^^

They sat on her couch, far away from eachother as Hawks questioned her.

“What was that about?”

“I don’t know, I just did it.”

“You just did it?”

“Yes- It’s like I couldn’t control myself...”

“What have they been doing to you?”

She paused.

“What do you mean?”

He ran a hand down his face. Maybe it was different for him to grow up learning this, they had more time to teach him things, so they didn’t have to rush, they could be a little more gentle with him but, for her they were trying to pump out a new hero as fast as they could. No time for her to absorb anything but being threatened with her life. 

“What kind of training are you doing Finch?”

“T-they just put me in a room, everything is black, no lights or anything, they play really loud static noise and then they come.”

“They come?”

“People start to attack me. They take away my sight and hearing and then they start attacking me, I think it’s 3 different people but I’m not sure, sometimes it less, sometimes it’s more. Then I just have to.. I don’t know, survive? Sense them and react?”

He was silent.

“What else?”

“Am I going to get in trouble for telling you this? You can’t go to them, I’ll get in a lot of trouble-”

“What else Finch.”

He growled, his feathers puffing up.

“U-uh... They do it under water too... I get in a pool, they blindfold me, and then I fight someone. That’s always one on one, never more. Recently they’d been putting me through flight training. Fast paced obstacle courses and stuff like that. Fighting in the air.”

“Have they been giving you any breaks?”

“Not usually no. Not until they let me go home. They don’t tell me the time very often. They just bring in food sometimes and let me eat and rest.”

That’s why he hasn’t seen her barely any at work anymore. She’s been occupied fully. No breaks. That’s why she’s so paranoid, why she randomly attacked him earlier. She doesn’t know anything but danger. She hasn’t had any time to process this.

“Finch, you’ve gotta stop this, we’ve got to give you a break, you’re stressing yourself way too much-”

“I can’t take a break now Keigo. I’ll lose everything I’ve worked so hard for. I can’t give it up now, I definitely can’t go through all this over again.”

She looked so tired. So exhausted. Like she hadn’t seen peace in weeks. And he knew she hadn’t. The commission was ruthless. This was their best creation yet, and the poor girl just happened to get caught in the middle of their aspirations. He had done this. It was his fault, he brought it up to the commission, he had convinced her to go through with it. 

“Finch, you’re gonna work yourself to death, this isn’t healthy. They need to cool it, you don’t have to be a hero tomorrow for god’s sake-”

“I want to be a hero as soon as possible. It’s my fault for not being better, they wouldn’t have to do this if I would just learn-”

“No Finch! That’s not how this is supposed to work! You’re not supposed to be some machine! You’re not a soldier that does whatever they want! There is no reason to be working so stupidly hard, you’re going to keel over at this rate.”

She didn’t reply, tears brimming her eyes. She couldn’t stop now, she was so close to her goal. She was so close to being exactly the way they wanted her to be.  

Keigo ran a hand down his face and scooted closer, gingerly pulling her into his lap and hugging her tightly. 

“Finch, babybird, we have to stop this, your heart is gonna give out with the stress.”

“I-I c-can’t!”

She sobbed, her face buried in his chest. He ran nimble fingers through her hair, the feeling relaxing her slightly. Her heart was beating so fast he was concerned. This couldn’t be good for her physical health, let alone her mental health. 

“Lets get you back to bed dove, have you ate recently?”

She shook her head into his chest but when he went to stand her hands clenched around his jacket.

“P-pleas- d-don’t le-leave me..”

He didn’t reply at first, trying to figure out what her problem was.

“I k-keep having n-nightmares, p-please d-don’t leave me a-alone...”

She whimpered. A coo erupted from his throat before he could even process it, his wings fluffing up and enveloping her.

“You’re safe birdie, I’ve got you, I’m not going anywhere. Lets get you something to eat and go to bed ok?”

He had no choice but to pick her up as he made his way into the kitchen area, setting her down on the counter and pulling her shaking hands off of him so he could get something for her to eat. He had to force himself to let go of her but he knew she needed something to eat desperately. 

After eating some yogurt and granola he picked her back up, holding her tight to his body before he had an even better idea than going to her bedroom.

“Hey Kore? Wanna go to my place? I think you’ll have a better time sleeping there.”

And so he flew them back to his apartment, holding onto her tightly before laying her down onto his bed. He knew it would feel safer for her, it would smell like him. He laid down next to her after peeling his jacket off and she curled up into him, letting him pull her close as her breathing evened and she fell asleep.

[apenapaperandadoofus]

could you do RFA + Saeran reacting to an MC that cosplays and goes to conventions? (like would they cosplay with MC, or support her?) also to the author, i love your content and always smile when i see it in my feed~ thank you for creating such amazing work!! 💕

Oh my lawd I love youuu! That’s so sweet, thank you so much for that adorable message! I’m so glad you enjoy my work 🥺🥺🥺

Here’s a fun fact no one asked for! I’ve wanted to cosplay a few years ago but I’ve never had the chance T_T

And now I’m way to anxious to do it so that sucks lmao

I wanted to cosplay Rem from Re:Zero, (spoilers) great anime but Subaru doesn’t choose her and goes for that other girl and Jesus Christ I’ve never been so mad in my whole life, Rem, honey you deserve someone way better anyway I’ll stop rambling now lmao

RFA+Saeran with an MC that likes cosplaying:

Zen:

Ohh when he finds out you like cosplaying ya boi is a bit shocked

He doesn’t mind it at all tho!

I mean if he gets to wear something that will make him look hotter lmao

Oh but he won’t allow you to cosplay as a character who wears something way too revealing!

I mean in private he’s more than happy to see you wearing stuff like that

But in public, nope!

If you go cosplaying and you’re wearing something revealing well, he will let the beast out of ya know what I meannn 😉😏

But then he’ll definitely make you change

Yoosung:

Le gasp

Yoosung didn’t know you liked cosplaying!

He definitely supports it, and he thinks it’s amazing

Yoosung will always say you look beautiful, no matter what!

He will try cosplaying once as his LOLOL character

He worked so hard and got the armor and everything

But when the day to cosplay came

He literally couldn’t move

And when you went outside he fell and hit his head

So he did get a bit traumatized lmao

If you wear something smexy he will turn red, and he will be like

“Y-Y-Y/N! Are you s-sure you want to go our like that? I-I mean you look beautiful but I don’t want a-anyone else looking at you lustfully. After all you’re mine.”

Then he may or may not pin you against the wall and well, you know wink wonk

But in conclusion! Yoosung supports your cosplaying but he won’t do it cuz he’s traumatized lmao

Jaehee:

Omg Jaehee cosplaying 🤤🤭

She will support you! 100%

She won’t get into it unless you ask her

She first time she cosplay as a really simple character

She doesn’t hate it

She thinks it’s fine once in a while

If you wear something revealing she will turn red and will hold your hand the whole convention, making sure they know you’re hers

If you try to get her to wear something revealing

Oh lord

She will only do it at home lol

For you :D

But she won’t go out on super complicated cosplay, she’ll always choose something simple!

Jumin:

He’s so happy you cosplay

Because now he can try it!

He’s been interested in cosplaying for a while

And seeing that you do it too gave him the courage!

So you will both prepare your outfits

Jumin will make sure yours is like hella nice

The first time he does it he will want you to choose his character!

Jumin manages to cosplay really well!

Except he’s dead serious the whole time

And when everyone tries to get pictures it’s practically impossible because he brought some security guards

(Which would be in cat cosplay holy crap that’s adorable)

I don’t know if he will like it to do it himself, but he definitely enjoys it when you cosplay

He will think you look even more beautiful

He loves it when you do it!

Saeyoung:

DiD sOmEoNe sAy CoSpLAy?!

HES THE KING OF COSPLAYYYY

You won’t even need to go looking for outfits I’m sure he has them all

Like a whole room for his cosplay outfits

He’s super happy

You will both go out cosplaying together

Probably something that matches

I mean you didn’t even have to ask him

He loves cosplaying with you!

And he thinks it’s funny when he dresses up as a female character and all the guys start flirting with him

I mean Saeyoung is both hot as a guy and a girl lmao he has no right

He 100000% supports you, will definitely cosplay with you again

He will also help you! I mean he’s like an expert so if you need help with makeup or your hair he’s there for you!

And he will also dress up as your favorite character and do a bit of roleplay mah boi is kinky lmao

Saeran:

Ya boi is pretty confused about the idea

He will be neautral about it

I mean maybe he will try it out once

When you’re not home

And he doesn’t mind

He will only cosplay in front of you

And you will have to take it slowly since he’s not really good with big crowds, and having a bunch of people asking to take pictures with him isn’t really a thing he likes

So he will stay home while you’re in conventions, but if once in a blue moon he feels comfortable he’ll go with you!

He can also help you with your outfits! He thinks it’s relaxing

So you two could stay up at night building your cosplay, and he will enjoy it!

He supports you a lot! Since he loves it when you’re passionate about something, and he thinks you always look so pretty!

[spunky-89]

A Very Merry Christmas

A/N: Hellloooo, so I know it’s not the weekend, but in my defense, I lost a day. I thought today was Sunday but I have been informed I was wrong. Anywho, this will be a two-parter as I wrote soooo much it felt like I needed to snip it a bit. So without further ado, here is the next part (not in story timeline) of “Domestic(ish) Life”!!!!!

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 3100

The second Thanksgiving ended, you were all in on Christmas. This was not new information to Steve and Bucky. Though Bucky only had a year under his belt where Steve had five. But they knew how much you loved the holiday so even when they weren’t really in the mood, they put on the Santa hats and smiled because it made you happy. And there was nothing they loved more than seeing you happy. ---------

“Come on, come on, come ooonnn,” You whined as you tried to drag the two super soldiers into the tent.

“We’re coming,” Steve laughed.

“Not fast enough.” you groaned and ditched them to head into the tent in front of them.

“I don’t understand why we don’t do this-”

“If you say the old fashion way I swear Bucky, I will murder you.” You glared as he came up behind you.

He put his hands up and laughed, “All right, message received.”

“Good, now put these muscles to use and pull that tree out for me.” You asked as you patted his chest and pointed to a tree towards the back.

You knew that you could actually go to a tree farm in New York, but your family had always gotten them from the tents at Home Depot, Lowes, or just a stand off the main road. It was one of the traditions you couldn’t let go of. That and needing to get a real tree, even when you were alone and had to drag it up to your apartment by yourself. 

Steve came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. The two of you shared a quiet laugh as you watched Bucky fight to get the tree you wanted from the pile. 

“Thank you for doing this with me. I know it’s kind of silly, but-”

“Hey, it’s not silly. It’s something you love and something that means a lot to you. You know we’re there if it means making you happy.” He said. Bucky then let out a string of curses under his breath as he finally got the tree out. “And I can’t say I don’t enjoy myself.”

You giggled and moved forward to evaluate the tree.

Two hours and three Tree Tents later, you had found your perfect tree. The boys helped bring it up and set it in its base. You smiled, clapped, and did a little dance once it was in place. 

“I’m glad you’re happy, but I am never doing that again,” Bucky grumbled.

“Aw come on, don’t be like that.” Steve teased.

“There is sap all in the groves of my hand. That shit is never coming out.” 

“Le gasp! We do not use that kind of language sir!” You exclaimed in fake shock.

“God I hate you guys.” 

“But seriously,” You giggled as you pecked Steve on the cheek in apology, “I told you to wear gloves. It is not my fault you didn’t listen.” 

“I didn’t think they were necessary!”

“Well, you should know that I’m always right and you should really listen to me more.” You smiled.

“Whatever, let’s just decorate it.”

“Sorry hunny, but we can’t decorate quite yet. We need to give it a day or two to make sure it’s all puffed out.”

“I have no idea what you just said or why that’s a thing,” Bucky stated as he plopped next to you on the couch. 

“It meeaanns, the trees from tents are usually all wrapped up, so it takes them some time to flatten out. So if we put lights and ornaments on it now, they are liable to just fall off once the branches have adjusted.” You explained.

“I see. I still think it’s stupid and next year we’re taking you to a tree farm.”

“Oh, so you’re already planning for next year huh?” You teased.

“You can’t get rid of me princess.” He said as he grabbed you and pulled you into his lap as he hugged you tight and layed kisses all over you while you giggled.

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The boys were extremely unhappy when a mission popped up two weeks before Christmas. They were so excited to do all the fun Christmas things with you for your first official Christmas as a couple. You assured them it was fine, as it was just a day after all. You firmly held the belief that the day you celebrated didn’t matter, as long as you were celebrating with the ones you love. So off they went.

You were almost kind of glad they were gone. It gave you plenty of time to get their gifts done. You firstly picked up some of the gifts you and Bucky had discussed for Steve and the same with Bucky’s. You had all made the decision to include each other in the gift-giving process to make sure no one got the same things. It was working out pretty good. You did decide to do something extra for both the boys. You wanted to spoil them and it was something you’d been planning for a while anyway. So you got to work. Though you loved buying gifts, you also loved making them. It made you feel like it was just a touch more personal. Luckily you had some time off and were able to put it to use. You actually made it a girls’ night. Nat and Wanda weren’t needed for the mission, so you invited them and Pepper over. You all had a ball, mixing wine and crafts. Though they were all crafty in their own right, they always said your assistance and expertise made it way easier and the product much prettier. Some of the creations were just for fun, or in Pepper’s case, a fun gift to give the man who had pretty much everything.

“So what’s the deal with that?” Nat asked as she was laser-focused on her wine glass, not the one that was full, the one she was painting.

“Well, I’ve been working on this for months, bullying Tony and even enlisting Maria’s help to gather some relics from their past and- I don’t know. I thought it would be cute.” You said with a shrug.

“Oh it’s adorable, I just wasn’t sure what it was from or where you got the idea.” She assured you.

“Oh, it’s from one of my favorite movies.” You explained.

“I see,”

“Hey (Y/N/N), how do you use this thing again?” Wanda asked, staring at the Cricut with hatred in her eyes. You laughed as you put down what you were working on and went over to show her.

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When the boys returned only five days later, they were thrilled. There was a minor concern that their mission would mess up the holidays, but luck was on your side for this one. But they were faced with a new problem. Christmas was coming fast, and they were stumped at what to get their girl. They knew very well she wasn’t super materialistic and cared more for small gestures then grand ones. But they were just so unsure of what to do. This was the first official Christmas as a triad, and they were panicking. 

“I feel like you gotta go jewelry, my man, it’s a classic,” Sam suggested when the boys brought their fears and worries to him.

“But that’s just it, it’s classic. She deserves more than that.” Bucky said with a groan.

“I don’t know, jewelry is pretty romantic. And it can be kind of personalized for her.”

“Still not what we’re looking for though,” Bucky argued.

“Hey, you asked for my help!”

“No Steve asked you. For some reason,”

“Stop it, both you.” Steve sighed, pinching his nose between his fingers and shaking his head.

“I’m just saying, I mean, how many successful relationships has he had?” Bucky asked,

“I’ve had relationships!”

“Name two that have lasted longer than 2 months.”

“Listen here-”

“Enough.”

The three men sat in silence for a while after that.

“What about a companion?” Asked a female voice. Steve and Sam jumped a bit at the sudden appearance of Natasha. 

“What?”

“Like a pet or something. I mean she’s always sad when she’s left alone when you guys go on missions.”

“No no, that part I got.” Bucky said, “But how the hell did you know what we were talking about?”

“You guys have been struggling for a week. It’s getting really close to Christmas, I gave an educated guess.”

“You scare me,” Sam said, completely straight-faced.

“Oh, I know that.” She said, smiling innocently at him.

“I don’t know Nat, an animal is so much work.” Steve said, “And they usually end up destroying a lot.” 

“Yeah, but (Y/N) is great with animals.” She argued.

“I don’t know,”

“I kinda like the idea.” Bucky chimed in.

“Of course you would. You want a pet just as much as she does.”

“All the more reason. It’s a two-for-one gift.” Bucky said a bright smile on his face.

“I hate you.”

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An hour later the two men were at a local animal shelter asking the kind workers for help. The receptionist freaked out for a minute but was able to get over her shock and help them. They took a picture with her but made her promise not to post it anywhere until after Christmas as to not ruin the surprise. She willingly agreed.

“So, are you looking for a dog or a cat? Or something else?” She asked as she led them to a back office to talk so they wouldn’t be seen by others out in the main area. 

“Uh, we’re not really sure actually,” Steve admitted.

The woman laughed and had them sit down to chat.

“Okay, so this is for your mystery girlfriend I assume?”

“Yeah, we want to get her a companion for when we’re gone, but we’re not sure what would be best,” Bucky explained.

“Alright, does she have a preference for one type of animal?”

The two boys snorted. 

“Anything that has fur and four legs.” Bucky laughed, 

“Well, that’s not true, she also loves birds and bats.”

“Oh true, can’t forget the bats.” 

The woman looked at the two icons in front of her, fond smiles on their faces as they spoke of their lover. She hoped she could one day find someone who would look like that when they talked about her. “I feel that I'm the same way.” She laughed, “Unfortunately, we don’t rescue bats here but we have lots of furry friends.”

“Do have any animals that have been here for a while? Or any animals that you guys don’t think anyone is going to take?”

“Well, we have quite a few that have been here for a year or more, a few senior animals which are less popular, and then animals who have some form of illness or disability.”

“Not one with an illness or disability. Though I’m sure she would love it unconditionally, I think a healthy animal would be better.” Steve said.

“So judgmental Steve,” 

“Shut it punk,” Steve said as he glared. He turned back to the woman who was smiling as she watched the two men.

“Come on, I’ll show you a few different critters and you can see what you think will complete your family.”

She led them out the door and down a hallway. Immediately they could hear the barking. 

“So, these are some of the dogs who need special attention or are small enough we can fit them in the kennel. We have bigger dogs and healthy ones outside in big pens so they have room to roam.” The woman explained. 

She led them to a cage with a small shaggy terrier. It started yapping as soon as the boys walked up.

“So this is Nancy, she’s 3 years old and she’s been here for 8 months. She had some heartworms but she is finally done with treatment and is ready to find her forever home.”

The two boys shared a look.

“She’s cute but I don’t think we want a tiny dog,” Steve said.

“Specifically no yappers,” Bucky added.

The woman laughed and nodded, “I don’t blame you. But that will help our search a little bit.”

She then led them outside where they could see a number of fenced-in areas with dogs of all kinds running, sleeping, or playing with their toys.

“So, first we have Pluto, he’s a 6-year-old Lab/Pit mix. He’s a sweetheart but people get scared with him being part pitbull. He’s active but not so much that he’s too much to handle. He does enjoy going for walks and playing with his ball. He also loves tug-of-war, but I usually warn people about hurting their shoulders due to his strength, but I get the feeling you two won’t need to worry about that.” She smiled as she crouched down to call over the dog.

“Yeah, I think we’ve got that covered.” Steve laughed.

Bucky got down right next to the worker and started petting him through the fence.

“Oh, aren’t you a cutie. Oooh, you’re so sweet.” Bucky cooed.

“I’m gonna live to regret having you here aren’t I?”

“Listen, these cuties need someone to love them. Let me live my life.” Bucky snapped playfully defensive.

Steve laughed and they all moved on to the next dog, then onto cats, and finally the birds and small critters like hamsters and ferrets.

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Their next stop was the pet store. They talked to the woman at the shelter about what supplies they would need and she gave them a detailed list with some things that weren’t necessary, but might be good to have.

They never realized how many toys you could get for animals. Needless to say, they were extra glad for the instructions as they would have been lost without them. They had put their new family member on hold to be picked up on Christmas Eve and somehow figure out how they were going to smuggle it into the apartment. But they would worry about that later. Right now they were arguing over colors.

“We should get the pink or purple, they’re girl colors,” Steve argued.

“Did you really just say that? Do you know what (Y/N) would say if she heard that?” Bucky asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Steve nodded, realizing his mistake.

“Obviously,”

“Don’t get smart with me punk.”

“Whatever, we still need to pick a color.”

“What about (F/C)?”

“No, that’s a weird shade. She would hate that.” 

“What about this one?” Steve asked, holding up a sparkly red/orange one with little brown flecks in it.

Bucky tilted his head. “It’s very fall, but I think she’ll love it.” 

“My thoughts exactly.”

“One thing down, a hundred to go.” Bucky sighed looking at the list.

“I don’t want to hear it, this is all on you pal. You wanted to do this.” Steve said.

“Oh I know, I have no regrets.”

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Once they had all of the stuff, they made a quick stop to get bags, boxes, and wrapping paper. They knew they would have to wait until tomorrow to wrap their gifts as by now you were bound to be home from work and they had too much stuff to hide effectively. 

They were so glad they had figured this out because they were down to the wire. It was only five days till Christmas.

With it being so close to Christmas you were practically glowing and floating on air. There was constantly a Christmas candle burning and music playing. After all the stress of the year between missions and dealing with telling people about your relationship, the boys were glad to see you let loose and be happy. You were only minorly stressed out because you had offered to host a small Christmas Eve get together with a few of the team who didn’t already have plans. Though you would all be gathering at the Tower for Christmas dinner. But on Christmas Eve it was just going to be Sam, Wanda, Vision, Natasha, and Bruce.

You had grand plans of making all sorts of delicious baked goods for both meals, but on top of it, you had to make an actual dinner for Christmas Eve. But you were thrilled. You loved hosting events and you were ready to hold a holiday in your own space. The boys helped you clean everything and make sure all the presents for the team were wrapped, as well as the presents for each other. You managed to wrangle Steve into assisting you with some of the cooking and decorating of the desserts. Bucky had long been banned from the kitchen because he infamously ate everything and you would end up having to make more. So he was stuck on cleaning duty and doing other minor jobs for you. 

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After a whirlwind of activity leading up to the big night, it was here. You all had discussed it and decided to get a bit dressed up, especially since Tony had decided that it was going to be a pajama dinner. So while the food was finished cooking, you got all dressed up in a dark red, sparkly, knee-length dress. You did your make-up and put on some jewelry before topping the look off with heels you knew you would take off within half an hour. Each of the boys stuck with a nice pair of jeans and a button-up. Both looked absolutely delicious. Not long after you all finished getting ready, you heard the first knock at the door.

As everyone arrived, wine and mixed drinks were served and you all gathered at the table for the meal. As they all sat, you stayed standing.

"Before we all enjoy this meal, I just wanted to say, thank you. This has been a rough year between missions gone wrong and huge fallouts. I want to say thank you for being my family when my family was being dicks. I firmly believe that family isn’t defined by blood but by love. I feel so incredibly lucky to have wonderful people like you surrounding me and trying to keep my dumbasses safe." Everyone laughed a bit, but your eyes had started tearing. "I love you guys. Thank you for accepting me into your family and for understanding that love comes in many forms. Merry Christmas." You finished, raising your glass, tears trickling down your cheeks. 

Everyone chorused a 'Merry Christmas' and you sat between your boys, who both squeezed your hands and kissed your cheeks. 

[thephantomporg84]

[REDACTED] be complaining reg. the reactions of having "placed the cultist island Fortuna off the coast of Florida" while having the gall of "It’s the story & the way it’s told that should fucking matter" & "Who cares? It’s fictional geography, you idiots." Feels a bit like failing World-Building 101. I mean, Red Grave based on London would also be a callback to Dante's early concept of being a Brit.

Someone already sent me the whole post of hers that I’m pretty sure you’re referring to lmao. I’m in a particularly cunty but pleasant mood rn, and analysis is kind of my thing, so lets’s break it down, shall we?

Maybe someone can send this her way and… learn that tiny little brain of hers a thing. 😉

It’s fictional geography called world building, you idiots Karen after the cut:

‘I love how a number of shitheels have screeched amongst themselves on this hellsite about how I had placed the cultist island Fortuna off the coast of Florida or somewhere around the Gulf US states (re: the fanfic & project link in my header), whining that it should’ve been in Europe, namely Italy.’

An admission to stalking profiles is not exactly the best way to start a self-righteous rant or advertise your… magnum opus, but go off, I guess.

‘Not only that, but they whined about “plotholes and inconsistencies” without elaborating on what the latter are. The asshole who made the rant was annoyed when I used a poem as a spell in the story (“if I heard that, I’d turn off my PS4.”), but I’m sure she didn’t bitch about the cutscene before the last Agnus boss fight in DMC4.’

Like the movie The Room (2003), it’s just easier to say “all of it” is bad because “all of it” contains plotholes and is inconsistent in tone, has terrible half-baked ideas and plot threads that remain unresolved and/or do nothing to further the plot, is rife with poor + inconsistent characterization, has a lack of any knowledge how the medium it exists in is made, and in general makes me wonder how much pottery enamel you’ve been huffing to think any of this was a good idea. Howeverrrr, in contrast to you, Tommy Wiseau is kind of odd and weirdly charming both in general and about his terrible movie — he’s found glory and success in its terribleness. You, in contrast, remain a miserable cunt with delusions of grandeur.

Dante and Agnus’ Shakespeare bit is actually a pretty well known trope called Ham-to-Ham Combat. Dante and Agnus are both ridiculous Large Hams in DMC4, and when two Large Hams meet, in general, they are likely gonna try to ‘out-over dramatic’ each other. This can lead to a scene becoming either really funny or really corny (or both) really fast. If things go too far — and they do, in this case — the scene can become a Hormel Event Horizon.

‘…but they LOVE the plotholes & inconsistencies if Capcom makes the latter, and writes a terrible story! And Crapcom’s canon for DMC is as straight as a paperclip or a dog’s hind leg. Hypocritical pricks.’

Subjective opinion is not, and never will be, objective fact. People are, as of when I checked again in the last ~5 minutes or so, absolutely able to enjoy whatever media they want regardless of what the general consensus on the quality of that media is.

As an example, I enjoy The Room (2003) despite its terribleness and it never fails to make me laugh, while your magnum opus makes me want to huff pottery enamel so the pain will stop despite you thinking it is the work of an idiot savant.

‘They were also mad that I wrote Dante as a wiseguy who is a little more low-key about it due to the circumstances— instead of being a pathetic manchild airhead that tries too hard.’

You didn’t write Dante.

You wrote Reboot!Donte — a fucking terribly out of character version of him, at that.

‘I was primarily concerned about moving the story along. I didn’t care about where a fictional island is supposed to go.’

You literally had one (1) job, Karen.

‘…Meanwhile, not a single character in DMC4 had an Italian accent, so uh, why should I give a flying fuck where I put it?’

Haven’t you been like… shitting on the DMC staff… for terrible writing… this enti— You know what? You’re obvs way too dumb to notice that contradiction, so I’ll let it slide.

Just… a word of advice, if I may? Don’t ever watch dub TV shows. That last brain cell would fuckin’ just burst all over your carpet.

(Actually, don’t watch subtitled shows either. An extremely popular anime that was set in Italy just wrapped and all the characters — le gasp! — spoke fucking Japanese. You would shit.)

‘I wasn’t paid to write any of what I wrote, but be my guest & send a PM if you want to throw money at me. By all means, do that.’

Oh, thank fuck, because they would have been ripped off, big time.

[ btw, you sound p. jealous of people that write/do creative work/commissions for ko-fi/payment tho. Not a good look tbbh. If it’s any consolation, though, I don’t get paid for making fun of you and/or analyzing your dumb bullshit, either. :( ]

‘The pricks at Capcom didn’t even bother giving us a proper DMC4 and it was a half-assed game, with the latter half being hasty filler material. The “special edition” they coughed up in 2015 was just glorified overpriced DLC.’

Ya know, you gotta be pretty far up your own ass to think this much of your opinion. And I’m saying this as a person that’s pretty far up her own ass like 85% of the time.

‘And another thing, Redgrave City in DMC5 seems to be in England, yet no survivors speak with English accents or slang/dialects.’

Pretty sure no survivors had speaking roles.

If you played the game you’d know this.

‘Meanwhile, Dante and Vergil had lived there when they were kids (until age 8), but they both have ordinary American or Canadian accents. Furthermore, how did the twins make it to the USA or Canada? According to the little booklet in the DMC1 game case, Dante’s office is in modern America.’

You know that invoking the imagery of a specific place without naming your location is normal and standard practice, right? Overwatch even does this (For Ex: Byōdō-in (平等院), Uji, Kyoto Prefecture, Japan is the inspiration for Hanamura, Château de Duingt, Duingt, France for Château Guillard, etc.)

Furthermore, you know the original DMC was a rejected first draft of Resident Evil 4, right? This is what retcon is for. You at least know what retcon is, right?

‘…That information isn’t very important, but I’m bringing it up to illustrate a point that being a fucking pedant about geography in a fantasy game is idiotic, even if the setting is akin to modern Earth.’

So is freaking the fuck out and sending death threats over a fantasy game but you didn’t let that stop you either lmfao.

It’s actually super important to establish your scenery and the way your world operates, especially in a written work in which readers are dependent on your vision and your descriptions, and if you were a decent writer, you’d know this.

‘It’s the story & the way it’s told that should fucking matter.’

YOU HAD ONE (1) JOB, KAREN.

‘What US states are the Arklay Mountains located in?’

General description puts them in the U.S. Midwest. Raccoon City itself is stated to have a population of ~100,000 at the time of outbreak, and the only city in the Midwest that matches that population in 1998 is Springfield, Missouri, with a pop. of ~110,000.

Springfield is on the Springfield Plateau of the Ozarks region of SW Missouri. So they’re part of the Ozark Mountains.

This all took less than ~3 minutes to google, btw.

‘Where is “Zanzibar Land?”’

I actually just wrote a comprehensive answer to an ask a few weeks ago about this. It’s actually stated to be in Tselinoyarsk (Целиноярск), the (fictional) area of the former USSR in which Big Boss carried out the Virtuous Mission/Operation Snake Eater in 1964. Tselinoyarsk itself is heavily implied to consist of parts of Kyrgyzstan and/or Tajikistan. If you played MGS3 you’d know how important the setting and the varied environments/climates are to the game mechan-

oh yeah wait you believe in segregation of story and gameplay mechanics. I forget you’re completely tone deaf sometimes lmao.

How far is ‘Salem’s Lot or Derry from Bangor? Who cares?’

Stephen King does, quite a bit. He even has a map on his website of ‘his’ fictional version of Maine:

My disappointment is immeasurable, Karen.

[coyoteimagines]

No More Fights - Pacific Rim

*:le gasp:* You take Pacific Rim requests! You're my savior :'> Can I request a fluffy piece where teh reader treat's Chuck's injuries after that fight with raleigh? Thank you very much and have a good day!

AN: I may or may not have given Chuck a bit more injuries than he actually sustains in the movie.

Warnings: A little bit of blood

“He said what!?” You asked, trying to keep your voice down despite your growing anger, glancing up and down the hallway to make sure you were alone.

“Bitch on a leash.” Herc Hansen said through gritted teeth.

“Oh god.” You groaned and raised a hand to rub your temple. Herc flexed his jaw a few times before sighing and looking down.

“I don’t know what to do with him. I know he’s under pressure and stressed...hell, we all are. But he has got to find a different way to deal with it before I either kill him or Pentecost sticks him with a disorderly conduct charge.”

“I know I know. I’ll talk to him.” You nodded and turned around to open the door behind you.

“Maybe he’ll listen to you. And Y/n?” Herc asked, causing you to turn your head back toward him. You raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Thank you…you know…For all you do for him.” He offered you a tired smile.

“Of course. I DO love him you know.” You returned his smile.

“I know. But I also know how damn hard he is to love sometimes.” He nodded and shrugged. You chuckled and turned back to your door as Herc walked off.

You walked in and paused, swallowing hard as your anger vanished and turned to worry. Chuck was sitting on your bed, bent over with his head in his hands. What worried you however, was the fact that his shirt was only half off and he was breathing in short shallow breaths. You walked forward and carefully put a hand on the one arm he had managed to pull out of his shirt.

“How bad is it?” You asked. Chuck didn’t look up, instead mumbling something incoherent followed by a pained groan. You moved your hand to his chin, pushing his hands away and tilting it to look up at you. You grimaced. His entire chine was coated in dried blood and the purple tint of bruises and burst capillaries speckled across a fair amount of the right side of his face.

“Jesus.” You breathed. “You look like shit.”

“Thanks.” He said, rolling his eyes. You stepped to his side so you could see his back. Only a third of it was visible under the half removed shirt but it did not look good at all. Dark purple impact bruising peeked out violently from under the fabric.

“Jesus. Jesus. Jesus Chuck. Did he beat you with a stick?” You moved to his other side and gingerly helped him lift his other arm out of the sleeve so you could pull the shirt over his head.

“Fuck.” He hissed and resumed his heavy breathing. You tossed the shirt on the floor and sat on the bed beside him, leaning to inspect his back closer. You brushed the pads of your fingers over a particularly angry bruise spanning the entire width of his back in a straight line.

“A pipe.” Chuck mumbled, able to slow his breathing again.

“What?”

“I got...shoved…into a pipe.” He explained quietly. You traced your fingers over it once more before standing abruptly. You walked into the small bathroom adorning your quarters and turned on your sink tap, allowing it to get ice cold while you fished around in your medicine cabinet. You soaked a hand towel in the frigid water, grabbed a bottle of anti-inflammatory pain killers, and then soaked a smaller washcloth as well.

You walked up and handed him the bottle while you gently draped the hand towel over his back. He flinched, but said nothing. Instead he shook out a couple of tablets from the pill bottle and dry swallowed them. You waited until he tossed the bottle aside before you grabbed his cheek again, turning his face up to you as you stepped between his legs.

The fact that he wasn’t pushing you away or complaining or brushing your attention off let you know he was hurt more than he wanted to let on. Even as you held his face, he avoided your gaze. You knew he was on the very edge of letting his tough guy exterior crack. You knew this, so you didn’t say anything. You didn’t push, and he was unbelievably grateful.

You simply dabbed the wash cloth gingerly, wiping the blood off his chin, exposing a split lip that had already started to scab over. You took a clean corner of the washcloth and wiped the dried blood from his knuckles where they had split. When they were clean you tossed the cloth onto the floor next to his shirt and pulled one of his hands up to your lips, pushing a soft kiss against before letting it fall back into his lap. You were about to step away when he brought his arms up, wrapping them around you, burying his face against your stomach.

You wrapped an arm around his neck and cupped the back of his head with your other, running your fingers through his hair.

“M’sorry.” He mumbled against you.

“For?”

“Disappointing you.” He said in barely more than a whisper. This time you did step back, moving your hands down his arms until they caught his hands, which you wrapped in your own.

“I’m not the one you should apologize to.” You said. He snapped his eyes up to yours at this.

“What? I’m sure as hell not apologizing to Becket. He—“ You cut him off.

“I meant Mako Chuck. Come on, you’ve known her most of your life. You can’t…you can’t talk to her like that.” You explained, failing to keep the frustration out of your voice. He lowered his eyes again.

“I know. I don’t know why I said that.” He tightened his grip on your hands. “She’s going to think Im an asshole.”

“Everybody thinks you’re an asshole.” You chuckled causing him to shoot you an exasperated look. “But you’re MY asshole. And I love you.”

You bent down and placed a quick kiss on his forehead before sitting next to him on the bed. You peeled the wet towel off his back and added it to the pile on the floor. Then you scooted close to him and intertwined your fingers with his.

“You have got to get better at containing your anger tho. I can’t blame Raleigh. What would you do if you heard someone call me that?” You asked.

“I’d kill them.” He turned to look at you. “Unless you killed them first.” He smirked. You chuckled and shook your head.

“Ok fair enough but you see my point. Not everyone knows you like I do. In fact, NO one knows you like I do. They don’t know that under all this knuckleheaded rage,” You used your other hand to poke his side, “Is a good man with a good heart.”

“I don’t want anyone else to know that. Makes me sound weak.” He grumbled.

“Yeah yeah yeah Mr Tough Soldier. It’s a good thing you get soft when you’re drunk or else I wouldn’t have known it either.”

He untangled his hand from yours and wrapped it around your waist, pulling you even closer. His lips found their way to your temple and he pushed a scabby kiss there.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He said in a low voice. “I’m…I’m scared one of us or both of us isn’t going to make it through this and it scares the shit out of me.”

“I know.” You agreed. “And that’s why we have to work together. You and me, AND Becket. All of us. We have a good plan. Good science behind it, even better pilots. We’ll be ok. So long as you don’t bust yourself up in anymore fights. Your suit is going to feel like shit going on over that.”

“Im sorry.”

“No more fights ok?” You asked turning your head to rest your forehead against his.

“Ok.” He said before closing his eyes and leaning forward to kiss you. His lips were chapped and you tried to avoid his cut but he wasn’t having it. He pushed you back to lay on the mattress as his lips moved against yours with hunger. His teeth pulled at your upper lip as one his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt.

“NOPE.” You said suddenly before sitting back up.

“What?”

“One, you’re hurt. Two, all of this” You gestured to your body, “Is off limits until you apologize to Mako.”

“You’re joking.”

You shook your head with a wicked grin.

[darke15]

Merry Christmas, Rhymie! @rhymingtree

I got my coffee. I got tissues (just in case). Time to unwrap my last Christmas preseeeeent

I would definitely not call this a gift. 

BUCKYYYY

Buckyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

He's gonna see her again, for the first time in months.

This is gonna be great for my tear ducts.

Wash ‘em right out

Yay man bun

So pretty 

Nor could they afford to lose her again. If the gas didn’t work and she disappeared again, who knew what would happen? Whoever she was working for could hide her away and they might never find her again. He couldn’t let that happen.  He had to get her back. 

The odds are rarely ever in your favor though

V rarely 

“Anybody else have a bad feeling about this?”

I mean my body tried to delay me for a while with food poisoning and then the flu, and then Christmas rolled around. Obviously I knew something without knowing.

You should have listened

Am I even gonna like this Christmas present....

Mostly likely not 

If it makes me cry im not speaking to anyone for the rest of the year

The whole 7 days left?

If it doesn’t work out, we’ll give her to—” “Me.” Walsh’s voice came from behind them as he ducked through the front door, drenched from the storm outside, “Trust me. I know how to handle her.”

hahahahaha funny joke ollie

I wish he was joking

“Wraith.” 

WELL GUESS WHAT YA LITTLE SONSABITCHES

HE

IS STANDING

RIGHT

FUCKING

THERE

Lol 

Vision's here too... so is Peter

OH MY GOD PETER

Lol peter 

PETER OH MY GOD IT'S PETER

yay!

PETER NO GO BACK HOME

There is…no way home eh? ehhhhh???

He’d been cramped in the space for nearly six hours and he felt like a brittle piece of paper trying to unfold.

Peeeeteeeer

yessssssssss

He needed to find (F/N). Preferably before they did. 

And how (I say this with love) are you gonna fuckin' do that alone? Where'd you get your confidence, because I need some of that

Same tho 

A trap? Oh…oh no. If it was a trap, they were going to need backup. Someone to keep an eye on things from another angle.  And he was perfect for the job. 

PETER NO

Peter yes 😀

well things just took a turn for the worse... we haven't even fucking started yet

Ohhhhhh c’monnnnnn 

Wouldn't it be fun to make edits of this chapter and the Prague one

👀👀👀

if only i could upload all the footage in my brain into my phone. I could sit down and make one

Same tho

OH NO WHY DIDN'T I SEE THIS COMING

— A blonde in a champagne-colored dress adorned with crystals that shimmered in the afternoon light. Green eyes darted over him as she took a step toward him and a sly smile played lazily on her lips. —

NO NOT THE FLASHBACKS

Yess!! The flashbacks 😀

OH

OH MY GOD

FUCKIN'

IS IT REALLY

BOONE

WAITRESS BOONE HSIOGSOA

yessssssssss

AHHHH SECRET RENDEZVOUS PLACE

😏😏😏😏 im sorry my brain is going different places

😏 cap and the cat part 2, quickie edition

oh wait she's dealing with the issues... okay. she's beating up her issues. like a boss. we love that for her

😂😂😂

why am i so worried for peter when i should have seen this coming from a mile away

i've seen every movie he's been in. I know he's like this. This is how every one of his movies start. He literally never learned to leave things alone.

He learns things the hard way and that’s the best thing about him

He'll be fine, he'll go through worse.

😳😳😳

Or…or! A spider’s eye view. 

He laughed at his own pun. I love this dweeb.

Same tho 😌🖤

It's like his mind is mine. We are both slow. But like... not slow slow. Like he's still smart but he can also be unbelievably dumb.

😂😂😂

oh hi ned

NED

Nedddd!!!!

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME WE MEET HIM ON HERE

Right? I didn’t even realize until you said it 

“Dude!” Ned groaned, more than obviously exasperated, “I’ve hardly seen you in the past month!”

le gasp. How dare you ignore Ned for that long, Peter Parker.

He’s been busy…preparing for revenge 

atrocious. this is why j jonah jameson doesn't like you, spidey. you are bad for emotional health

😂😂😂

I'm not even paying attention anymore I'm just thinking about Ned. And how MJ is so going to notice his absence.

Ohhhhhh….that’d be fun 

At this point she'd have already figured him out, because Michelle Jones is smarter than the fricking Avengers.

She really is 

If she were here, she'd have Ollie on his ass three seconds after he walked in. She knows a bad vibe when she sees it.

Fr tho 

this is Boone's handiwork isn't it

Of course it is

 “What are you doing?” “Bringing you home,”

✨Orpheus and Eurydice ✨ but this time it won't be Orpheus turning around.

😍😍😍

As much as I despise Ollie, I'd have to admire his perseverance. And his cunning; he ran circles around Alpha One with none of them the wiser, and he's running circles around the fricking Avengers now. He's dedicated to his bullshit and his only real motivation for all of it is HYDRA gaining control through organized chaos. What happens after isn't his problem, his only problem is how to get to his and HYDRA's goal.

He’s got drive, I’ll give him that 

I think I know why I find Peter so annoying when he makes decisions

Because he’s basically you

One of his fellow waiters oh my god

What's that meme with Macaulay Culkin with the skateboard…

It’s not macaulay culkin is steve buscemi 😂though the image in my head is even more hilarious now 

But they were more of a welcoming committee than an actual force that could stop you. 

Sounds like she enjoys dealing with her issues. Good for her.

That’s something, that’s for sure 

oh yay i was right about green eyed guy with the cane

It’s confusing when you can’t see them the way I do

PLease dear god tell me Ari gets out of this safely and Jesse isn't going to end up with another dead loved one

😬😬😬

god please take me back to the wedding when everything was sorta somewhat happy and i was crying happy tears

Once upon a time…thing’s were good 

“We got confirmation there’s someone else in the building. We don’t got an ID yet.”

Peter. You foolish little arachnid. If only you slept a little while longer in that vent.

😂 foolish arachnid 

“We run away together.” — — “That would never work,” 

God damn you Darke.

Okay 😌

Hey wait a minute, did I know before I knew

Your subconscious was trying to warn you 

I FORESHADOWED OLLIE BEING WRAITH AND OLLIE BEING FAKE GHOST IN MY OWN HEAD

AND I STILL DIDNT FIGURE IT OUT

😂😂😂

I take back what I said about the avengers being slow because oh my god what the fuck is wrong with me

Lol as much as I wish that they’d get it and I want them to figure it out I think Ollie does a good enough job being reckless and brash to keep them fooled for a lil while longer. I mean, if he hadn't revealed himself, Ghost would still think it was Danny under Wraith’s mask. 

I love it when Ghost bullies the bad guys and reads them to filth. And I love it when they get so mad about it.

This entire conversation was so much fun to write 

“But now you’re not causing it, are you? Wraith was the chaos. You’re just…what? Spinning lies?” “Nothing you wouldn’t do,”

So in some ways, he really did look up to her. Huh. Ain't that ironic.

He learned from the best of the best 

Take him down here,  a voice whispered with a hiss,  Take him down now. Finish it while he’s in reach. He can’t run if you clip his wings. 

I really like these weird creepy whispers in their heads. They're very blunt.

The whispers of Ghost before the Ambush slithering through her head 

I love how calling him Rookie was once a more brotherly term of endearment that she's now using to mock and belittle him. 

Lol same tho 

— “I love you,” he whispered, “I love you so much.” — — “Don’t talk like that.” You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes, “Stop it. Just, stay with me.” —

haha how fuckin dare you

Haha 

double taps. center mass. well well fuck me well let's add that to the long list of things that can just make me break down into tears at random moments of the day

That one hurted pretty good, huh?

“You don’t have time to think, (F/N),” he said, drawing your attention back to him. “Well then,” you growled, pushing your chair back slightly, “It’s a good thing I rarely do.” 

Taken out of context, this is exactly something I would say after doing something unbelievably dumb in a stressful situation.

Same 

I'd like to title it "the Avengers try and take down one (1) woman and fail spectacularly"

yesssssssss

Pietro you lil speedster I love you. I should be thanking Darke every day for keeping you alive after AOU.

Damn right you should, but here you are, yelling at me constantly 😐

OH MY GOD SHE LEFT ARI UNATTENDED

Oop 

HELLO

Hi! 😀

HELP

No! 😀

oh thank fuck Wanda and Steve oh my god merry fuckin christmas

Merry Christmas! 😀

Did she really just stick her tongue out- oh my lord

Yes, yes she did. 

DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH WOMAN

Probably 

Oof now I know why the BSU can't actually be put to screen; I don't think the mental image of (F/N) receding and letting Ghost take full control in the midst of chaos will ever be properly done by anyone. That lives in our brains now. No actor can do that the way I imagined it.

I’d love to see them try tho 

Though... it would be fun to see how people interpret how she responds to that little scary voice in her head, Depending on the person (and the performance itself) she could easily be seen as going fucking insane. Like. Really insane. Like put her ass in a mental hospital and give her meds in a tiny paper cup insane.

I would love to see the transition into near-madness, it sounds like so much fun

But is that voice even still Ghost or is there a much more sinister side of her she's only now discovering and embracing

I think it’s pre-ambush Ghost continuing on the path of destruction that Commander Weston set her on that Ghost buried in the bunker bc she could’t help her 

peter. Wunderbar.

Ausgezeichnet! 

“What the hell are you doing here?” His glare darkened as he raised his fists in front of him, “Using everything you taught me.”

Pete, no. This is too early in your arc for you to be this viciously angry.

Things happen a lil bit faster around here

is that why the Avengers couldn't corner her... she never tutored them...

Does that mean

The only person who can really beat her is herself?

👀👀👀

Ooooh that's fun. I like that idea. Maybe I shouldn't like it so much, it's scary.

Sounds like fun to me 

“I looked up to you!”

Look I always knew this particular moment would hurt but I didn't expect it to hurt this bad…

Big ouchies 

I can actually hear him, Darke. Jesus…

Same tho, the lil crack in his voice and the look on his face as he glares at her. 

I hate how gentle and patient Bucky is being, it's only making it hurt worse…

He’s such a good guy, I hate hurting him like this 😈

huh... i always wondered how someone who doesn't need the antidote would react to it…

Not good 

This would've been really fuckin' fun to watch completely from Bucky's perspective huh? The hope, maybe relief... and then

Ughhhhhh…that would have hurt so fuckin’ good 

It would be so funny to tell me from a year ago how now I'm happy to see Wraith.

Lol, right?=

DID HE JUST

HOLY SHIT

OLLIE SHOT HER

WHAT THE FUCK

He’s a dickwad 

“I’ve been worse. Remember when you tried to kill me?” “Which time?”

Well if that ain't the most romantic fucking thing

That’s what I’m saying 😂

like seriously the panic didn't set in for a while

Fr tho 

LIKE GIRL

JACK

GOING ONE ON ONE

WITH OLLIE

He’s doing great…a lil too great 😬

Motherfuckingshitimsonervousmyheartisliterallyjumpingoutofmyribcage

😀😀😀

— “Don’t take this the wrong way,” Duke sighed, collapsing down on the bed and looking up at you, “I don’t want him to turn into something like you.” —

Oh OH THAT'S WHY I SHOULD BE PANICKING

Yes 😌

ok ok ok forehead touch how very sweet

I can see it so well in my head too. The way Jack’s body goes from rigid to relaxed with a breath and a sigh and he kinda leans into her 

WHAT WIAT

HE GOT SHOT IN THE WHAT

oh no okay wait he's okay he's okay

i forgot he was... you know...l

Ollie has a real bad trigger finger tonight 

reason number two as to why this can't be a TV show: it will literally kill me. it is so stressful. why the fuck am i still reading this. the sun is going to be up by the time i close my eyes.

It would be so much funnnnnnn 

I'm gonna cry I've been yelling at this poor man all year. He's never gonna get it.

Don’t talk to Clint like that, he’s trying his best 

Does Ollie like being beaten to a pulp?.... Like, other than the soldiers she shot to death, and other than Ghost herself, it's his blood painting the plaza... hasn't he had enough

I feel like if he does like getting beaten, there are healthier places to feel that... y'know, places that involve a lot of leather and minimal clothing…

RHYMIE! That’s not a visual I needed 

I wonder how she can still drive so well after losing that much blood, after getting shot.

Adrenaline and stupidity 

How is she always just. Physically fine. Other than the obvious super soldier part. She just doesn't let anyone else drive even though she's close to death

wait WAIT THAT'S ACTUALLY POETIC

Oooofff fr tho 

No one's ever been able to control her even when she's literally about to die.

That sounded more epic in my head but you know what I mean.

Nah, man, that’s epic as shit 

“Without Cavanaugh, your labs are nothing. Give it to me.” 

Oof. That must've been a bit insulting for Ollie. Which is a good thing.

I’d love to see his face kinda just 😐

I love how they all think she's a handler... like did they see that forehead touch? the way they leaned on each other!? the way Wraith seemed genuinely concerned for her after she was shot, compassion that he had never ever exhibited before?

Orrrr….does it mean that she and Wraith have more of a relationship than they think? 

DO HANDLERS GIVE THEIR ASSETS FOREHEAD TOUCHES OR DO THEY JUST THINK WRAITH IS SPECIAL LIKE THAT

I’m sure Bucky has a lot of thoughts going through his head about it and what it means 

Like this is stressful enough for me, god knows how much sleep these two are losing over how if she actually was that much of a threat, they'd all probably already be dead.

Like that is a disturbing thing to think about.

It’s like the theory that if Loki would’ve brainwashed Natasha instead of Clint, he would have won 

OHHHH BIG CLUE

WHERE THE FUCK ARE STEVE AND WANDA GOING CLINT BARTON

THIS IS A VERY IMPORTANT CLUE

HEY LOOK AT THAT

I AM SCREAMING

FIGURE IT OUT CLINT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

😂😂😂

OH

COME ON

HE CANT GET KIDNAPPED NOW

HE WAS SO CLOSE

I WAS ROOTING FOR HIM

Pfffffttttttt 😂

OH NOPE WAIT I CAN KEEP ROOTING FOR HIM

He’s not hopeless yet 

THIS

IS

THE BEST

FUCKING REVEAL

EVER

IN THE HISTORY OF REVEALS

Thank you 😌

good god i am drained

Sorry 

i need a glass of water... possibly also an ambulance

Stay hydrated Rhymie 

what am i even gonna say.

Idk, you’re probably going to yell at me or some shit 

you know what, i'll just tell you when i wake up. sometime tomorrow…

Sounds good. Sleep tight, Rhymie. 

merry christmas darke. and thank you for the christmas present, it was the most stressful fucking thing ever. took me four fucking hours. four hours of hyperventilating and crying.

😂 I’m so sorry 

Merry Christmas, Rhymie 🖤

CHAPTER 83 : SEEING RED

To all my live reactors,

Please, please, please, hide your reactions under a Read More cut. I don’t want any spoilers floating around. 

&

To all my Anonymous Avengers, 

If you want to react in my asks, feel free. However, I won’t be answering any of them until at least Wednesday if they contain spoilers. 

Thank you,

Darke

┍━━━━━━━━ ★ ━━━━━━━���┑

“I watched you die,” you whispered, your throat suddenly dry as it closed in on itself, “How the hell are you here?”

He stayed quiet for a moment, looking you over once more before allowing a dark smirk to curl to his lips. 

“It’s amazing what you can do to a person when they’re knocking on death’s door. High as a kite, blind as a bat,” he chuckled, the sound chilling you to the bone as it rolled across the table. He leaned forward, dropping his voice to a rasped whisper, “It’s amazing what you can do with a hallucinogen, blood packs, and blanks.” 

You visibly flinched, rocking back in your chair as you shook your head and Ghost’s voice slithered into your ears. Your grip on the case tightened, your nails digging into your palm. 

You had to keep in control. You couldn’t let him win. 

But, even as you told yourself that, you felt the tables shift in his favor. 

You know what you have to do. Just do it. 

Cold fury turned molten, creeping to the forefront of your mind as his sneered smile grew. 

“It’s amazing what one can do when they have all the brains,” he continued, “The power. The guts.” 

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[eungishat]

fools (ch.54+55) summary

fools chapter fifty-four and fifty-five by youngha and illustrated by park dam

NOTE: fools died but i’m still alive. here’s fifty four and fifty five. also STOP assuming that jungwoo and eungi are based on idols. it’s weird and the creators don’t like it when you assume that. especially park dam.

They're all shocked that Eungi fought back. Minseok and Minjoon's friend are desperately trying to keep Minjoon calm. As Minjoon dries himself off, he continues to insult Eungi for being too cocky. He warns Eungi that he should properly apologize before he leaves.

A big crowd is gathering around them after the commotion, and Kyungjoon tells everyone to leave because their booth is now officially closed for the night.

Jungwoo overhears a couple of people talking about the relationship between Eungi and Minjoon and how they still haven't forgiven each other. When someone in the crowd asks about their relationship, they inform the curious person about the story between Eungi, Minjoon, and Hyeyeon.

gossiper: when he was a freshman, kwon eungi…he and park hyeyeon had a relationship and seo minjoon flipped. those two were a secret campus couple and rumors about them spread everywhere. are park hyeyeon and seo minjoon still together?

minjoon: what did you just call me?

eungi: do you want me to say it slower? annoying. brat.

minjoon: you really have a death wish, don't you? come here.

eungi: oh mr. seo, your games aren't fun, and it's honestly embarrassing. let's act like adults, shall we?

Eungi turns to Jungwoo to tell him to stay away while ignoring Minjoon calling out to him.

Anger eventually gets boils over and Minjoon punches Eungi in the face. Eungi retaliates by shoving Minjoon into the tables and everyone screams. The crowd is shouting for the police and begging the other people to keep them away from each other.

The freshmen are cleaning up the mess while the other upperclassmen leave to take care of the mess. Jungwoo decides to wait for Eungi and he hears the thee freshmen gossiping about the Eungi drama. Taeyoung finds it distasteful that they're spreading rumors and Joohyun loudly tells off the gossipers. She then proceeds to comfort Jungwoo privately.

She finishes herself by telling him to take his time to tell her the things that has been happening in his life and they both smile since they both know she’s referring to Eungi and Jungwoo’s relationship.

So back to Eungi, he is bailed out with the help of the TA while Minjoon is bailed out by his girlfriend, Hyeyeon. They finally see each other and, with a small gasp, Hyeyeon whispers his name. Eungi doesn’t stay too long tho (and neither does Minjoon). He le all’s away, leaving Minseok to play catch up while Minjoon tells Hyeyeon that they’re leaving.

The night doesn’t end there, as Jungwoo waits for Eungi by the campus entrance.

Eungi finally comes and Jungwoo starts crying when he sees his face and Eungi reassured him that he’s fine (and that he’s the one who should be crying since he got beat up.) Jungwoo threatens to give Minjoon a piece of his mind, freaking Eungi out. He then offers to take him home, but Jungwoo has different ideas.

jungwoo: i want to sleepover at your place. can i not? since it’s festival period, i already got permission to stay out late, and… jungwoo: i can’t go home — not without you.

Eungi gives in and let’s him stay the night.

Jungwoo’s all shy now and he’s like oh your shirt’s so big on me. Eungi offers Jungwoo his bed for the night but he says he’s not tired.

They end up talking and Jungwoo realizes that Eungi’s bruises look much worse in the light and he feels like crying.

Eungi reassures him that he’s fine and Jungwoo starts to cuddle him and when Eungi doesn’t return the affection, Jungwoo asks him if he feels awkward.

jungwoo: you were all over me in the club room.

eungi: but we’re in my bedroom…

jungwoo: so? what’s the difference?

eungi: no it’s not that. it’s just…

Eungi changes the subject by making sure Jungwoo’s okay (again) and he replies that he’s fine and that next time, he will definitely be able to stand up for himself. It makes Eungi laugh. He’s also curious since Jungwoo isn’t asking about his relationship with Minjoon since everyone around them were gossiping about the two, but Jungwoo isn’t interested in their story at the moment.

Jungwoo holds onto Eungi’s hand and rests his head on his shoulder. He notices Eungi taking a peek at him and gives him a small kiss.

jungwoo: i just want to talk about us. i like you so much, eungi.

He then gets up and places a light kiss on Eungi’s eyelid then to the tip of his nose and finally starts a long make out session.

[sanguinesprout]

Therapy/Counselling Diary #7 (plus some small but heartening accomplishments and a few other little frustrations)

Hmm... hmm... it’s hard to say how I’m feeling right now, a strange cocktail of refreshing see sawing determination with a little kick of spicy proudness mingled in with the usual bitterness of overhanging doubt and the chill of all those nerve-wracking fears. Tastes pretty terrible, probably an acquired taste, but unique non the less. I’m no expert at all, but I’ll give it a generous 2.3 stars overall.

Last week was... it was not so bad actually (or maybe that’s just cause I’ve forgotten a lot of it already lol). I pushed myself to try harder to do some of the things my counsellor wanted me to do, what I myself wanted to do and le gasp, it happened..! I guess her hard talk really did stir something good in me after all. To put it real brief right here for now, I went out a lot more than I usually would (just mundane stuff like shopping and supermarkets tho) and I did the phone orders thing!!!1! Not once but multiple times over three days! Yaaay! But this week I need to continue it and even one up it... boooo-- uh, I mean go me!! @w@

There were times I totally copped out though and it feels bad man as usual, but I at least tried and I was able to prove some of my presumptions and preconceived thoughts mostly wrong! It’s something! It’s a big step, an accomplishment for me, don’t downplay it silly me! *pats self on back and proceeds to go in hiding again- no no!* This week is already feeling a little bleak but I just have to toast it up a little, let myself get cosy in this newer environment by just being there and exposing myself to it more. C’mon, I can do it! ^^

Okay onto the actual counselling session, which was yesterday. I literally only just made it on time, phew haha. I was a little anxious going up to the room cause there were some other people around in the corridor but w/e no1currs really and that goes for every other situation everywhere else. When you’re absorbed and focused in what you’re doing like other people are and not constantly looking around and assuming people give a damn (which they don’t) then it’s all good!

Um, anyways she did the typical ‘how are you/have you been’ and I gave her my weekly self scoring sheet but also I told her I forgot to give her that self esteem sheet and presented that too. I told her of my achievements last week and she congratulated me, told me I needed to pat myself on the back more and that she’s glad last week actually helped get me off my butt (she said she felt kinda bad about it too, but not so much now that she saw it had a good effect kind of thing too ^^). I agree last week did help, though I definitely wouldn’t wanna go through that again though lol.

We went over the cycle from before real briefly just as a reminder that actually doing things is the best way to break it and to progress and I have this homework sheet consisting of a table with columns for my preconceived thoughts of a situation (which I am to score with a percentage I believe it), my emotions and feelings that arise, and my uhh re-scores and feelings after actually facing and going through the situation. I haven’t actually looked at the sheet since yesterday so I totally winged the explanation just then lol but it’s about linking thoughts and emotions and that’s pretty much the gist of it. I’m kinda nervous about filling it in and I’m leaving it to the end of the week to do it, which is bad, but I’ll at least know what to put in it better by then hopefully.

We went over some of the things I wrote on the self esteem sheet, some of my examples for the unhelpful negative behaviours and we discussed them for a while but only got through a few. She said she’d go over the other ones next time, we agreed I should continue to do what I did last week but maybe try even harder. (There’s lots of small details in the discussions which I can’t remember properly or can’t place in the right time slot rn oh welp ><”)

Then the session ended there (15 mins early) idk why though. But now that I think about it, maybe there was nothing else left to say or not much plan or other things needed to discuss in particular for the last 3 sessions so maybe just try and stretch what content we have on hand to discuss kind of thing? Or maybe she needed to go somewhere like the toilet? lol who knows xD 

I was feeling the session felt pretty short (my explanation also), but wasn’t all that bothered about it tbh, I’m not paying for it or anything and it gave me a little time to do other stuff before meeting with my sis. I plucked up the courage to go to a shop on my own again, I had a few things in mind that I actually wanted to look for which like the counsellor has said before will make it easier to motivate and immerse myself into doing things. I think I might write about this experience on the feelings-thoughts sheet. 

So, I went in, a little uneasy at first, but not as much as if it would have been a place I’ve never stepped foot into before. I perused at my leisure and tried my hardest not to be overly conscious of other people around, which I noted to myself do actually going about their own stuff and don’t pay you any mind at all which lessened the nerves a lot. I found some things I wanted, and this was another relief as I always get that niggling feeling that if I leave without buying they’ll think I stole something (but looking around the internets randomly, I came to know that this is a super common feeling which is comforting and I shouldn’t worry about it too much because so what if I didn’t buy anything, I just couldn’t find anything I wanted and that is totally fine!).

Partway in the last leg of my perusing, my sis phoned me and told me to hurry up and all that stuff and it kinda made me feel real antsy. I continued looking though at a slightly faster pace but she ended up calling outside and told me to hurry up even more and was waiting for me outside so I cut my browsing short and hurried to pay and felt pretty down about it. When paying I queued up behind a group of guys and felt self-conscious but well, they no care really and I got over it and ignored the thought. 

I went to the self serve till (the only kind open, so I wasn’t avoiding or anything) and proceeded to pay and I’m so glad I know how to use them as we use them most of the time my sis goes to the supermarket with me lol but I still was feeling pretty self-conscious and the ‘unexpected item in bagging area’ still gives me nerves and it happened twice to me but the assistant came over and fixed it straight away without me saying anything (which was a relief because I was feeling a little cowardly by then, but I would’ve been a little prouder of myself for actually asking).

I went with my sis to some other shops after that, I voiced that she was being quite mean on the phone and later she apologised, she was in a pretty bad mood in general and also the car park time wasn’t much and most of the bad feeling was dissolved. We then went to some other other shops with my mum in addition and I went off on my own to peruse which was nice though I couldn’t find anything I wanted, but it’s best not to waste monies on things I don’t need anyways. I got kind of sickly on the way home which wasn’t great but the general day was pretty alright.

There was somewhere else I wanted to go and me and my sis planned to go soon after but it was delayed and later I just kind of chickened out and took a nap instead :/ I was really tired and still sickly feeling though. I hope to get this sorted out this week still though, maybe I’ll tag along with my parents this time round, it’ll be okay! ^^

I also went to see a specialist doctor, I got a phone call for the appointment two days before the actual day (probably someone else cancelled) and I took it. I could’ve said no and waited even longer, but I didn’t, because health is important and should be dealt with asap! I wish I could bring myself to apply this to some of my other worries, but I’ll get there. Anyways it went alright, the typical general treatment route, but at least it’s something, now I’m waiting on my regular doc for the next steps. 

The kind of funny thing is though (in reference to my last post or maybe the one before it), is that I have been recommended to take anti-depressants (BUT not for depression) they happen to help with migraines and oversensitivity which affects me all the time pretty much. A lot of medicines help with other conditions they were not primarily made for, I only realised this in the recent years lol. I’m a little wary and I’m hoping that it’ll help, maybe even kill two birds with one stone, but if it doesn’t then oh welp and onto the next thing they recommend. I want to get better every way I can and there’s no harm trying (except maybe side effects ugh) it’s just the stigma thing again, it’s... complicated .__. But it’ll be okay!

In terms of my own art and online dabblings, I actually spent two of the days I did phone orders doodling and editing stuff a little. I wasn’t really going to draw anything seriously but my non serious doodle started off pretty alright and I continued it and finished it, which I kind of felt proud of as usually I start things and never finish them because I get scared to mess it up or think it’s not good enough. It has its flaws of course, I’m such a nit picky person and I know I need to improve, but looking past these things, I really like what I did and am glad I persevered and completed it.

I also tried posting something online, not on here, but I actually did it for once at least! It was nothing amazing, in fact it was really really lame, just a scrawl from another time but I still like it and that’s all that matters, right? Right! I was really struggling over what to write in the descriptions (much like how I spend ages agonising over writing comments) and still keep feeling iffy about what I wrote but it’s actually all fine, so I should stop worrying about it! Hear that silly me? Don’t fret and don’t regret, it’s fine so keep going! :D

Some people (very few) even liked my picture and one person even commented some thumbs up emojis. It’s really nice of them ;w; I don’t think they were bots and I looked at their pages too. The person that commented has a page full of beautiful art and idk I just felt like omg ahhhh they’re so much more amazing then me and super intimidated and wasn’t sure what to do about the comment and still haven’t done anything and it’s been a few days .__.

They probably like loads of peoples stuff though, and also there’s no obligation to have to like their stuff back (though I have a feeling that’s probably why they liked my awful doodle in the first place, to draw attention to their own page, but I shouldn’t assume, that’s bad, maybe they really thought my doodle was okay and kindly wanted to encourage, who knows). I think maybe I’ll like the comment at least, I don’t want to be rude >< I’m just scared that if I do go and like their stuff, I’ll feel obligated to always do it kind of thing, I’m still just so scared of interacting with people (also this person doesn’t speak english it seems and language barriers are my death, but this person didn’t mind it, so uh uh wait I’m being such a baby again ;____;)

I’m seriously overthinking things way too much again!! I get this feeling when I think of people that may have taken their time to read my posts or even the few people that have liked a post or two. I’m seriously very very grateful and would hug you if I could but I don’t know what to do from then and it just keeps swirling and nagging me inside and I’m so sorry >< Overthinking and social awkwardness will surely be the death of me. I need to stop all the uncertainty and what ifs and silly assumptions and just do what I feel! Why is it so hard..? ;^;

I actually got so scared I didn’t post the next small doodle I wanted to, but I need to get over it and just get it done and continue and post the things I’ve really really been wanting to post for months. No one actually cares about all the silly things I think they do, I can’t read minds and I can’t go one thinking that I can. The same for just people in general irl. I was actually a little proud that I was so self-conscious out in public as much recently, that I noticed people are too busy in their own world and that I’m silly for thinking they would expend the brain energy to linger on me negatively. Another mantra sort of thing I’ve been thinking is ‘IDGAF (and no one else does)’ lolol for reals, but it seems to be pretty effective so imma keep it! :>

Losing motivation and becoming disheartened is so easy. I’m going to continue small and simple and build up from there in every aspect and it’ll get easier and I’m gonna keep my grip real tight on that motivation and determination and soak in all my accomplishments no matter how small or insignificant they seem and convert them into even more positive energy! Imma do things!! Imma do lots of things and not get mad at myself even if I don’t manage to do some of them! Baby steps is the way to go! c:

Like always I get a bit apprehensive when writing these or even thinking of doing so, but they are actually very useful! I can sift through and explore my thoughts better now and I can help re-motivate and re-direction myself with them and I even think my writing and expression in general has gotten better! It’s a good thing, it’s an achievement! Be happy silly self! ^^

Worry just makes the world seem all the more scary. Break the cycle, break the cycle, snap it to pieces, crush it into dust and let it fly away in the wind and never return! >< Keep going, reach higher, climb further (without forgetting to take rest stops in between and continue onwards with renewed vigour) past the sky and the stars, you can do it! Moar fancy fancy motivation!! x3

I guess I’ll stop here, I think I’ve got most of the stuff down and there’s stuff I wanna do now that I’ve pieced my motivation back together some ^^ When I go to my drafts to write, I see the to do/dream list I wrote last time and it reminds me of all the things I could do, it definitely needs to be tidied up but it’s nice seeing it! I’m pumped! :3

I hope things go well for myself and everyone out there, go go!

Have a great evening! C:

[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching SPN 12x16 “Ladies Drink Free”

HARRY POTTER REFERENCES IN THE COSTUME CHOICES. also Mick is a knockoff Cas and it’s weird

06:29pm

i was halfway through watching dan & phil’s liveshow and cackling out loud at the “clean me daddy” antics when i remembered there was something i was meant to be doing... oh yeah watching supernatural pfff

also my cat wilson has gone to sleep in mY SOCK DRAWER

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06:31

i JUST CHECKED WHO WROTE THIS AND IT’S MEREDITH GLYNN

I ACTUALLY GASPED IN EXCITEMENT

what a good

i saw the promos on instagram and i thought ehhh it looks cute, and i’m absolutely here for claire, and dean being pampered, but i was wary because it’s so hard to trust this show from the promos

or trust this show at all

DON’T FAIL ME MEREDITH GLYNN

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06:35pm

oh god i love claire so muuuch

i missed herrrr

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08:37

the bar is called “lucky badger”

there’s symbolism in there somewhere

i’m thinking of a) mark sheppard in firefly, b) crowley, c) hufflepuffs, d) anyone surly and british in a tux tbh which is probably the point

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06:38

always weird when the moon is obviously digitally transplanted into the frame, and the light is coming from a completely different angle

cool blue lighting in the forest though, nice shot

kinda looks like narnia

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06:40

this girl is so attractive to me, i’m all gooey inside ‘cause she’s so damn cute

i can’t deal with girls they’re all so beautiful

boys are okay, i’m only attracted to them if they’re hella pretty and display some kind of deep affinity for femininity, or are in some way sexually repressed (don’t judge me idk why) (also sometimes this isn’t true so IDK IDK IDK)

but GIRLS

OH GOD

i’d say maybe i’m attracted to femininity as a concept but ANDROGYNOUS AND MASCULINE GIRLS and NON BINARY PEOPLE also mess me up

everyone is so beautiful

and i’m mostly asexual

i don’t know what sexual people go through bUT IF IT’S ANYTHING LIKE THIS with the addition of lust?? HOW

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06:47

ALSO THE COLOURS THESE TWO ARE WEARING

they are absolutely hufflepuffs

thIS IS A HUFFLEPUFF THING RIGHT

BADGERS AND YELLOW

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06:49

dear pretty hufflepuff girl: your brother is a dickwad

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06:49

deaR PRETTY HUFFLEPUFF GIRL

I THINK YOU’RE A SLYTHERPUFF

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06:51

SHE BETTER STILL BE ALIVE :C :C :

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06:51

the bisexual colours on the map dean’s looking at tho

THE LIGHT POIINTING LIKE AN ARROW TOWARDS IT AND DEAN

AND SEPARATING IT FROM SAM

or, alternatively, it’s pointing sam at the map

depends on your interpretation i guess

bUT THERE’S SOME HARDCORE QUEER SYMBOLISM THERE EITHER WAY

NEW DIRECTOR: Amyn Kaderali

I THINK THEY GET IT

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06:55

OKAY BUT THE BMOL DON’T KNOW HOW TO CLEAN UP A BLOODSTAIN

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06:56

dean about mick: “world class repression”

eyyyy dean recognises what repression looks like in other queercoded characters

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06:56

oh good pretty girl did live

i missed her name though

...hayden foster? cute

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06:58

I HAVE NEVER SEEN SAM SAY “COOL” LIKE THAT

dean’s like (≖︿≖✿)

and sam’s like (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ

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07:01

the harry potter references in this are giving me life

now i’m looking at all the colours in every shot and wondering if dean and sam are gonna be sorted by their costume choices

i think sam’s decidedly 50/50 hufflepuff-ravenclaw, and a smash of gryffindor on his shirt

i think dean’s meant to be neutral/unsorted right now, i’m expecting a costume change later

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07:04

quietly lowkey friendshipping sam/mick

(mick has a hufflepuff outer jacket with a ravenclaw shirt core)

(i’M REALLY ENJOYING THIS)

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07:07

DEAN’S EXCITED ABOUT THE THREE STAR HOTEL

HE’S GONNA HAVE A LONG BATH AND WRAP HIMSELF IN FUZZY TOWELS TONIGHT I CAN GUARANTEE IT

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07:08

“wild elk lodge” LIKE HARRY POTTER’S PATRONUS RIGHT. RIGHT??

also dean pinching something , probably edible

oh! mints

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07:10

DEAN SWIMMING NAKED IN A HOTEL POOL

where is cas

CAS WOULD’VE DIPPED HIS TOES IN, FROWNED A LOT, THEN BEEN YANKED INTO THE WATER BY DEAN

and he’d paddle like a puppy, frowning and complaining about how he doesn’t understand the point of this exercise, but secretly having fun

AND HE’D COME OUT OF THE WATER ALL SPIKY-HAIRED AND DEAN WOULD FORCEFULLY RUB HIS HEAD WITH A TOWEL AND THEN WHIP HIS ASS WITH IT WHILE GIGGLING

AND CAS WOULD HUFF AND FROWN 

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07:14

DeAN TRYING TO ACT ALL MACHO “i’ve had better nights sleep in my baby”

on the one hand, sure, sounds feasible, but on the other hand WHAT KINDA BULLSHIT YOU SPOUTING THERE SON

mick just tryna impress the boys

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07:19

those injuries are SO badly wrapped

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07:20

“she’s a lucky girl”

MICK NO

he’s gonna come back and try to kill her isn’t he

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07:21

love how claire is, by extension of cas, also associated with the gas-n-sip sunshine logo

CLAIRE IS SLYTHERIN ACCORDING TO HER JACKET

tell me, if these aren’t hogwarts house sorting clothes, why are they so accurate and symbolic?

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07:30

DEAN IS THAT YOUR TERRIBLE ACCENT

GOD HES SUCH A FUN + EMBARASSING DAD

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05:21

NOW CLAIRE’S RAVENCLAW WHEN SHE TAKES HER SLYTHERIN OUTER JACKET OFF AND LETS HER GUARD DOWN

AAAAAAH I’M LOVING THIS SO MUCH

IF YOU DIDN’T CATCH THIS HOGWARTS THING YOU’RE HONESTLY MISSING OUT THIS IS SO SATISFYING

THE DEER PATRONUS ON THE WALL ON THE BAR TOO

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07:35

DEAN THINKS DOWNTON ABBEY IS BORING???

i mean it’s slow but it’s far from boring

there were two dudes making out in the first episode as well, he definitely saw that

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07:36

dean stops claire from taking a beer

dean’s always in dad mode tbh

cas would be squinting right now

CAS IS HERE IN SPIRIT AS FAR AS I’M CONCERNED

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07:38

love love love that dean’s alarmed by the word “grabby”

but i love EVEN MORE that claire is a big girl and she handled it

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07:39

claire: “your foreign exchange student is totally lame”

dean: “he’s sam’s best friend. nerd soulmates.”

called it

ALSO IF DEAN’S CALLING SAM AND MICK A THING THEN HE’S PROBABLY PROJECTING WHICH MEANS DEAN LIKES MICK???? ???

???????????

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07:41

dean: “go nuts. it’s on.. uh... harry potter”

1. DEAN DOING THE DAD THING

2. HARRY POTTER REFERENCE

3. HARRY POTTER REFERENCE BY DEAN

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07:43

Oh no

rip hayden foster

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07:44

THESE COLOURS THOUGH

all these ravenclaws

also i’m appreciating dean’s ravenlaw tie

heck yeah subtly smart!dean

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07:47

“skeezer”

skeeze + geezer i guess

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07:48

honestly this guy is just a knockoff cas

i want the real deal thanks

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07:51

SHOUTOUT TO “THE GREAT BRITISH BAKE-OFF”

wait is this season still running (i don’t wanna google it in case of spoilers)

man i’m so behind

i’m like three episodes into season 7, candice’s lipstick is my favourite thing besides the cool food (and mary berry)

DOES DEAN WATCH IT THOUGH

HE’D PROBABLY JACK OFF TO ALL THE PRETTY FOOD AND CUTE PEOPLE IMO

oh god i don’t wanna ship mick/dean but i cannot deny dean would have good reasoning to be more attracted to mick than ketch. mick is like the british cas. (WHERE IS CAS. I MISS CAS. SOMEONE BRING ME CAS in his hufflepuff coat and ravenclaw tie)

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07:56

neck tattoo dude to dean about claire: “what are you, her dad?”

yep

one of two, in fact

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07:59

dean: “i used to think the same thing”

WAS THAT ABOUT DEAN TAKING ORDERS FROM JOHN AND LATER REALISING THAT’S NOT A GOOD THING

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08:02

man you know an argument is well-written when you completely understand both sides of the fight

claire and sam both have really good points aaah

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08:04

MUSIC SEGUEING INTO A FIGHT SCENE

WOOO

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08:06

dean’s “everything’s gonna be Totally Fine!!! but not really” face is truly something to behold

ALSO WHERE THE FUCK IS CAS WHY HAVEN’T THEY CALLED HIM

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08:09

werewolf mice though

*tiny roar*

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08:10

dean: “you don’t get a vote on this”

claire: “it’s my life. i get all the votes”

the fact she said that quietly made it so powerful

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08:11

dean: “all right”

i feel like if cas were here he’d’ve done that flat-mouth looking-away slight-rolled-eyes huffy thing he does when dean says/does/decides something he doesn’t like

DEAN YOU’RE GONNA HAVE SO MUCH TO EXPLAIN TO CAS IF THIS GOES WRONG

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08:18

werewolf who tied claire up: “i’m a nice guy”

me: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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08:02

mick does the thing cas always does: sneaks up behind the baddie and kills them at the last moment

is this an overused trope? or is mick a cas parallel

(of course he’s a cas parallel, look at the goddamn coat)

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08:22

good, dean double-checks for claire’s consent before injecting her

good good

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08:28

mick looks so much like cas it’s disconcerting

he’s like slightly incorrect cas fanart come to life

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08:30

also apart from dean’s ravenclaw tie i don’t think he wore any house colours?? he’s the only character who didn’t. weird. i’d interpret that to mean he’s such a mystery on the outside, but the only thing he truly values is, in fact, wisdom. maybe??? if that’s true, that’s very interesting

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08:31

claire with gryffindor bravery worn over her heart now

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08:34

the end

GOOD

9/10

*mumbles to self* could’ve been improved by a call to cas at least, characters of colour with speaking roles and names (there was a background nurse for 2 seconds), and a bechdel test pass (i mean, there was texting between claire of jody, and a one-sided voicemail). this also had a few uses of the b-word (except they were used by characters who exist to be hated, and claire reclaimed it to use against a dude (unsure if she meant it to emasculate him?))

but other than that, VERY GOOD

i am le satisfied and i am lacking the feeling of malcontent i get after watching some episodes of this show

i hope meredith glynn is seen as a heroine in the writer’s room

god i miss cas so much ;~; WHY IS CAS EVEN GONE THOUGH

@ meredith glynn please include cas next time we love him very much and this show isn’t quite right without him, and when he’s not even mentioned it’s kind of upsetting, especially after the show makes a point of insisting he’s family

(on that note, where was mary too???) (i mean, i get it though. a writer can’t just fit every character into a story that’s not about them. this was a claire + dean + mick episode, and a bit of sam. cas would’ve changed the dynamic and taken away from the importance of dean + claire. but still, a mention would’ve been appreciated y’know??)

ANYWAY THIS WAS GOOD

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