#this is so frustrating and disappointing for real

[multiheadcanons]

NOBODY LIKES SCOUT

soldier: jane doesn’t mind the little rascal. scout doesn’t look for issues, so soldier doesn’t give him problems. the kid is effective on the battlefield, and off the field, he’s got a good head on his shoulders! they occasionally eat meals together, and will share a joke or two in passing on the field. normally neither one of them are in the mood for jokes on the field. sometimes they’re too funny. it throws them off.

pyro: pyro likes scout! pyro doesn’t think scout likes them, but they don’t really mind that either. they will still go hang out with scout. they like how silly he gets, but it always seems like when he notices pyro is there he steels himself. tries to put on a cool guy persona. pyro hates that. pyro wants goofy scout more often.

demoman: demo has a wonderful time with scout! normally serving as the kid’s backup on the field, they spend more time than either of them would like to admit shooting shit and fucking off than they would like to admit. they still do their job, they just do it in… more fun ways. ways that give them a laugh. it’s a dark laugh, but they have to find humor where they can. hang out fairly often off the field!

heavy: heavy will never admit this to jeremy, but he actually does really like the kid. it’s… undeniably difficult to truly get one over on him. and that’s mainly what heavy seeks to do with scout. but scout isn’t afraid to double check information against the other mercs. then heavy has to explain (lie) what his intentions were. it’s not fun for anyone except heavy. he’s aware of this, and continues to do it. he just thinks it’s funny.

engineer: aw, dell adores scout. he’s a little annoying, and he’s got a bit of a shell to break through, but once you get through it he’s a real gem. he tends to be chatty, at least with engineer, and the texan allows him to be. and as scout talks, and talks, and talks, and decides he feels better, and then leaves, engineer just chuckles at the fact that he does so much for that kid and is barely aware of it. he’s rarely following scout’s conversations. he’s listening, he’s not absorbing.

medic: medic has become an impromptu encyclopedia for the bostonian to pick at, much to the german’s chagrin. the doctor is normally found in his infirmary, and he may as well replace the medbay doors with revolving ones, because he feels like he can’t get a break. but scout is the worst about not only asking a minimum of fifteen questions at once, but asking questions well outside of the doctor’s field of knowledge. and instead of taking the “i have no idea, scout”, scout urges him to look it up and get back to him with an answer. fritz has no idea why he complies.

sniper: snipes is borderline obsessed with scout. scout is just so unbelievably stupid sometimes, but still the smartest guy sniper has ever met. and he would stand on that. scout is the smartest guy he’s ever met. and no, he’s not book smart. he’s street smart. he’s got the common sense the others don’t have. that’s what makes him an effective teammate. of course that kid knows how to pick his battles, he probably learned to fight before he learned to walk.

spy: spy tries very hard to foster a semi-decent relationship with scout, to no avail. it almost frustrates him. it’s just disappointing, more than anything. scout is incredibly nasty towards spy, and spy is never looking for a problem with the kid. there are times scout comes specifically to antagonize him. it takes quite a bit of spy’s patience to walk away from him. he is aware as to why scout doesn’t like him. he doesn’t blame scout. they just don’t interact often, and spy likes it that way. sometimes, they’ll inadvertently catch each other on the field in trouble, and lend a helping hand. they do not acknowledge each other for this.

[kinda-super-hot]

#Idiots.

Pairing: Ino Takuma x Reader (no gender specified) - frenemies to lovers

Summary: Two idiots (Ino and you- yes you), both think the other hates them. This is obviously not the case. It takes a near death experience for some true, six-year-old feelings to show. Lucky you, there's a happy ending.

Warnings: Not proofread. Near death experience (Ino). Panic attack.

Word Count: 3,516

A/N: Lemme know if you want a part 2 maybe.

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The day started as any other: wake up, do some solo training, and go on whatever mission the higher-ups have assigned to me. Oh, and of course, avoid Ino Takuma.

Why? Well, it's simple, really: he is the most annoying man I have ever met who can't stand to compete against me. Particularly regarding our mentor, Nanami.

Today, fate decided to fuck me in the ass and assigned me a mission with such pain in the ass. I show up five minutes early for the briefing we're supposed to see Nanami for, but clearly, I'm not early enough, because that pain is sitting casually picking at his nails at a desk.

I hesitantly decide to say something and not be a completely bad mission partner. "...hey." Ok, that was more awkward than I intended.

Ino looks up with a raised brow and an almost annoyed expression. "Hey." He says almost monotone, but he can't hide his sass. "Nice of you to show up." Clearly, he can't help himself from trying to one up me for more than five seconds.

"I'm early." I say irritated and defend myself. I sit a few desks away from him. He gives a small scoff and a coy smile.

"Nanami says if you're not fifteen minutes early-"

"You're late." The door opens softly and Nanami walks through without emotion. "Can you two go at least a debrief without fighting?" His eyebrows furrow as he stands an equal distance away from the both of us. It's probably a good idea so neither of us snap a smart remark at his favor.

I sigh and divert my attention like a child scolded. I can only assume Ino does the same. "Sorry, sir." I grumble.

"Sorry." Ino copies. He also grumbles, but I'm surprised by his soft tone. While we both are motivated by Nanami's praise, Ino seems to see him as more of a father figure. It's become clear over their interactions that Ino hates to disappoint him.

"Don't be sorry, be better." He reminds. "Now, let's move on. The mission. The location is an older warehouse near the center of Tokyo. It's become a hotspot for 'ghost hunters' who can't help but venture in. As a result, they've come out seemingly fine, until a few months later when they develop an unknown sickness." He covers. "You leave now, Ijichi is already waiting in front of the school. Try not to keep him waiting."

"Of course." I give a low nod in respect and Ino follows the action.

Nanami dismisses us and I walk right past Ino out into the hall and walk silently to the car. Well, I try. My peace is quickly interrupted. "I, um... how are.. you?" He stumbles out. I give him and incredulous look.

"...fine?" I respond hesitantly. He develops a nervous sweat and avoids eye contact. "How are you?"

"Fine-good." He responds quickly with a nervous smile. I have no idea what inspired this nervousness, but it's way better than his usual confrontational self. Then I notice how is gaze drifts down to my chest. I look down to see the first buttons of my uniform undone, revealing some cleavage.

"Oh, Ino!" I turn my torso away from his gaze quickly and button up. "God, you-" I groan and walk faster. He continues to follow, but definitely further behind.

We arrive at the car, and I hop in the back with an annoyed look. "Evening L/n." Ijichi greets. Ino slides into the backseat beside me, and I press as close as I can into the opposite window from where he sits.

"Hi, Ijichi." Despite my frustration with the other male in the car, I smile at my senior. "Have you been well?" My real personality shows: bright, positive, and kind. A personality Ino can only watch from afar.

Ijichi puts the car into drive, and we pull away from the school. "The usual, Gojo being Gojo and having me do his bidding." He chuckles with underlying tiredness. "But enough about me. How was the concert you were so excited to go to?"

I hum in memory. "I can't even begin to describe it. Sabrina was marvelous of course." I giggle.

"Sabrina, huh?" I turn to Ino who murmurs while looking out the window. "I can see that." I stare for a second, taking in his side profile and then recognizing his words. Had his tone not been on the softer side, I might have been offended.

"Yeah?" I hum. Something about Ino feels... different. A sudden and new interest in what I have to say. "Why do you say that?"

Almost imperceptibly, the corner of his lip tilted up the slightest bit. "You're upbeat, maybe a little cheesy." He hums, still staring out the window.

I don't know how to respond. I practically gape at his perception of me, and even more at his sudden ability to acknowledge me as more than an irritation. Before I can even think of responding, the car stops, and we get out without a word.

I swallow all the words I could have said and venture into the warehouse. "Game plan?"

"Yeah right." He smirks and heads off in some random direction. I roll my eyes and put my guard up, exploring the building.

The cement walls and heavy machinery are more than intimidating in the low lighting. Not to mention, the veil Ijichi cast blocks out a lot of the sun's rays, so not even the windows are much help.

It doesn't take long before I hear a crash from a few levels above. I sprint up the stairs and come face to face with a white curse that smells of sickness and rotten eggs. It looks like it wears a mask with a frown on it, but upon closer inspection, it's clear it's just it's ugly face.

Then something else catches my eye. Against a cracked concrete wall, in a heap on the floor is Ino with his beanie covering his face and clearly unconscious. My breath catches in my throat as I try to examine him further from the yards he is away from me, but I'm interrupted by the curse's roar.

It bellows and heads directly at me. I unsheathe the sword that hangs at my hip and glare the thing down. I get into the stance Nanami reinforced in every training session since I first started at Jujutsu High and release my cursed technique. "One thousand cuts." I murmur and lunge at the beast. In an instant, it's nothing but chunks on the floor.

I hardly catch my breath before running to Ino's side. My knees skid along the rough floor and are surely scraped, but I don't have it in me to care. "Ino!" I steady his head with one hand and remove his beanie from his face with the other. "Ino, please." I caress his cheekbones with my thumbs. "Ino!" I hug his body to mine and lightly shake him. "Wake up, please wake up."

I whip out my phone and dial Ijichi, explaining our situation in a rush. He speeds over and I throw my phone to the side. The shock subsides and tears enter my eyes and I struggle to breathe. "Ino, please, hon, you need to get up." I run my fingers through his hair and again, hug his body to mine.

"...who knew this is what it would take for you to be nice to me?" He croaks.

"Oh, god." I squeeze him tighter and then pull back. I grab his face tightly and turn it in my hands to assess him further. Relieved tears fall from my cheeks.

"Oh." He's clearly surprised by my emotion. "Y/n, I'm alright-"

"No." I cut him off with a shaky voice. Many, oh many times have sorcerers been traumatized in this line of work, but it never gets easier. "Ino, please Ino." I continue to beg. The roles are suddenly reversed, and he grabs my face in his hands.

"I'm okay. See? I'm okay." He grabs my hand and places it over his heart. My eyes flicker from his face to where my hand rests, terror still present, hardly believing I hadn't lost him.

Ino frowns and rubs the back of my hand with his thumb. "L/n- Y/n." He cuts himself off. He moves my hand again and moves it to his neck where his main artery lies, letting me feel it's pulse. "You're okay."

I nod quickly and finally begin to calm down. I can't help myself and rest my head on Ino's chest, listening to his heartbeat. He's clearly surprised by this, but holds me close to him none the less. He shushes my breathing.

Suddenly, Ijichi runs up the stairs, and relief floods my body. The rest is a traumatized blur of Ino holding me close and stumbling back to the car. I hardly hear Ijichi's worried rambling and release some tension in Ino's arms.

I wake up in my room. I look around blearily. I'm in pajamas, I can only assume some staff helped with that, but then my plugged in phone catches my eye. They've never done that before...

I ignore my pounding head and sit up. "Ino..." I whisper into the air and rush out of my room, still in pajamas. Due to his injuries, I can only assume he's in the hospital wing, but when I show up, he's not in sight. I run back to the dorms and knock on his bedroom door. Nothing.

There's only one other possible option. "There's no way..." I jog to the dojo and swing the doors wide open. Ino's head flicks up in surprise. He's in the middle of hitting a punching bag. He's breaking a light sweat and has no clear injuries but-

"What the hell are you doing!?" I shout and stomp over to him. I push him by his shoulders as gently as I can while still being able to put distance between him and the punching bag. His sweaty face peers down at mine. He quickly scans me over, likely checking for injuries as well.

"What do you-?" I grip his shoulders tightly and give him an expression he's never seen from me before: gentle (while worried) eyes.

"You could have died." I say bluntly. "The last thing you should be doing is-" I motion to his sweaty body. "-training."

"The medical wing cleared me." He shrugs off my grasp. "I had a minor concussion, but it's passed." He finally notices my attire. "Did you just wake up?" He eyebrows furrow.

I scoff. "I couldn't care less what the medical wing says, you need rest. You're being stupid." His eyes narrow before reluctantly widening.

"Oh." He comments.

"Oh?" I say exasperatedly. "Do you not understand-?"

"How did I not notice?" He breathes and stares me down. His gaze feels like it pierces my soul. His breathe seems to slow and his shoulders slump.

"Notice what?" For some reason, I feel caught. Without much thought, I stand more feebly. Obviously, I don't clear the scolding from my eyes, less I seem forgiving of his actions.

"You." He hums with an unplaced emotion. My breath catches in my throat. His eyes trace my face softly.

"What?" I breathe.

"Who knew?" He puts his hands on his hips and chuckles, like he knows something I don't.

"Knew what?" My brows furrow and I'm suddenly aware of the distance between us- just a few inches.

"First thing you did when you woke up. You came to find me." He points out.

"Well... you almost died?" I respond. He makes it seem like it's something abnormal. "Of course I'd want to make sure you were okay."

"You haven't been to the hospital wing yet." He takes a step closer to me. "You're so meticulous about getting checked out after missions, never hesitating." Another step closer. "I had no flesh injuries. You knew that. You still came to me."

I don't know what to say to that. It's true, but it doesn't mean anything. "I don't understand." Our height difference feels apparent as I look up to meet his gaze.

"What do you think when you look at me?" He asks, getting bolder.

"You're annoying." I deadpan. He scoffs but gives a look that urges me to continue. "You're stubborn." I clench my jaw and relent. "A good student. A good sorcerer."

He smiles and nods, taking in the praise. "Nothing else?" He licks his lips and it catches my eye. His tongue peaks out and wets the soft pinkness. It clicks.

A blush rises to my face and my eyes flick to his. I'm at a loss for words, using all my brain power to examine his body language. His breaths are deep and slow, his gaze encouraging and hopeful, and his hands clenching and unclenching.

"Be more specific." I whisper, delaying the inevitable.

He tenses before relaxing again. "What do you think when you see me." He whispers back.

"You're fishing for compliments." I tease softly. He waits patiently for me to actually answer. I force myself to do so. "...Your eyes. That's the first thing I see. They're warm." It rolls off my lips, a confession that feels taboo. Then, I feel like I can't stop myself. "I see your unruly hair. I always wonder if it's as soft as it looks." The words tumble out and I can see his eyes widening in an emotion I can't quite tell. "Your body is immaculate. Muscle in all the right places. God, that paired with your handsome face is a nightmare." I scoff and take a step towards him, now invading his personal space.

"Then there's your lips. Your goddamn lips..." My voice lowers and my eyes connect with the pink pillows. He licks them once again and I groan before looking away. "Then I remember after all that, that you think I'm a nuisance."

I can't bring myself to meet his eyes. "I don't." The words are delayed, but rushed. "No. I think so highly of you. Close to Nanami level." I look at him unimpressed. "I'm serious. I take you so seriously, I can't bear to be left in the dust behind you. I can't do this without you." He confesses.

"Ino..." I look up at him. His eyes seem gentle and worried. His hands are slightly lifted. It's like he thinks I might dart away at any second and is ready to catch me.

"You like me." He blurts and his face instantly turns pink. I gasp at his assumption and fluster.

"What are you talking about!?" I take a few steps away and throw my hands in front of me. "I check on you to make sure you're still breathing and suddenly you think it's a confession?" I pant.

He follows after me, following through with 'catching' me like I thought he would. "It's not just that!" He scoffs nervously. "You can hardly look at me, and when you do, it's like you can't stop." I grimace at his comment. "Up until now, I just thought you were plotting my murder in your head." He chuckles, albeit awkwardly.

I shake my head and turn away from him, my eyes on the exit of the dojo. "Yeah, okay." Before I can take a step, he darts in front of me with his arms to his side in order to block me.

"So?" He questions.

"What do you mean so?" I groan with a blush. I cross my arms and furrow my brows as I look up at him and pout.

"...you do... right?"

"..." I examine him from top to bottom. "Sorcerers don't do that, Ino." I sigh.

"Do what? Romance?" He snips.

"You almost died yesterday." I bite. He nearly jumps back in shock. "I could die tomorrow. Do you really want to deal with my funeral? Having sorcerer friends is pushing what people can handle in the death department. A partner? Nearly unheard of."

"Nearly." He comments.

"It ends in tragedy."

He's speechless. He just stares me down with a determined gaze. He clenches his fists and steps closer. Our chests bump together with every breath. I'm in the middle of taking a step back when he holds me by my arms.

"Bad idea." I breathe, but don't fight. I see his eyes flicker to my lips and back up to my eyes. I follow his actions, switching from his pretty brown eyes to his lips. Without any real thinking, I lean in. It's slow, testing if he'll deny the affection.

But he leans in too. Our lips meet in a soft kiss. My hands glide up to his shoulders and his travel to my hips. So soft, so tentative. He's warm and tastes like some random Dutch Bro's energy drink mix.

I sigh and pull back for a fraction of a second before going back for seconds. He becomes more confident and holds my hips tighter. One of my hands drifts to his nape and I deepen the kiss. It's sloppier than before, more open mouthed.

I press my body into his and he meets the force with his own. He nips at my lip and without hesitation, I let our tongues collide. We battle for dominance with soft grunts. Too caught up in the moment, I let him win. His hands raise to the back of my head as he ravages the inside of my mouth.

"Oh." A young voice echoes from our right. I push him away and wipe my mouth before looking over. There stands the first-year trio: Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara. "We can leave-" Yuji starts to close the door.

Nobara holds it open with a smirk. "I knew it!" She points at Ino and in a condescending voice says, "Done pining and whining over her? You finally asked her out?" She laughs.

Ino jerks his head to look at me. "NO-" He shakes his head rapidly. "I did not, ha-" He stutters while looking at me and giving an occasional glare at the trio.

"Ino-dude, congrats! I knew you could do it." Yuji praises with a smile and a thumbs up.

I give an awkward look at Ino. "You, uh... talked about this with the freshman?" I cringe.

Before he can respond, Megumi juts in, "Yeah, the twenty-one-year-old, graduated alumni needed relationship advice." His monotony only adds to Ino's embarrassment.

"You guys-" Ino whisper yells. I laugh and snort wildly.

"Aw, you really like me, huh?" I tease. His groan says it all. "How long?"

"A whilllleeeee." Nobara groans.

"Okay, enough from the peanut gallery!" Ino runs to the door and slams it on the freshman's face. A muffled 'hey!' comes from the other side. "Ha, ha..." Ino turns around nervously.

I stare at him with a newfound sympathy. "Is she right?" I hum and find it in myself to walk up to him.

"...yeah." He grumbles and shuffles in place.

"Your tongue was in my mouth less than ten minutes ago; you cannot be nervous in front of me." I tease with a chuckle. He flushes further. "How long, actually?"

"Freshman year." He says softly. His eyes are bordering on remorseful. "I've wasted so much time watching you be kind, and laughing, and it never being with me." He swallows. "I wanted it to be me. Then, one day, I was pissed that it wasn't me and snarked at you. Ever since, getting closer to you was hopeless."

"And I'm guessing the only way to get my attention was to annoy me?" He nods, ashamed. "Jesus, Ino." I put my head in my hands.

"I'm sorry, I really am. And now, I'm thrusting my feelings onto you like I deserve you just for waiting." He cringes at himself.

"...freshman year, I thought you were the cutest boy I'd ever seen," I admit. His face goes from despair to stars in his eyes.

"You're joking." He smirks like he won the lottery. "Don't make up things to make me feel better-"

"We both know I'm not." I groan and lean my head on his chest. "Then you were a dick to me for no reason." Ino frowns as he wraps his arms around me. "I couldn't help but stare sometimes, anyway."

He hums and rubs my back in thought. "...we're dumb." My laugh is muffled by his chest.

"Yeah..." A warmth in my chest covers my earlier hesitation. I look at him with determined eyes, still in his hold. "If we do this, you can't die," I say seriously.

He looks confused for a second before gasping. "You mean-"

"Be my boyfriend," I interject. I grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer. "Be my cute, idiot boyfriend." I yearn.

"Don't have to ask me twice." He smiles down at me and kisses my head before pecking my lips once-twice, and then one long one to tie it off.

He looks up towards the ceiling with a bright smile. "I bagged a baddie." He says in bliss.

"Me and you both." I smile up at him.

[just-b-yourself]

Yeah... I'm still not over it.

I’ve been working on a little video edit about Nick lately. Just something simple — nothing fancy. But wow… rewatching some of his scenes hit way harder than I expected.

It brought me straight back to that awful ending. All the missed chances, all the things they could’ve done — should’ve done — but didn’t. It still stings.

I’ve rewatched the whole show twice since season 6 ended, and every single time, I catch myself thinking about what could’ve been. What the story deserved to be. And each time, that mix of sadness, frustration, and disappointment comes rushing back like it never left. I honestly don’t know if I’ll ever fully understand why they made the choices they did. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be able to watch the series again without feeling that bitterness. Without thinking of everything they ruined right at the end. Am I the only one feeling like this ?

And yeah, I still wish they’d release the deleted scenes — especially the ones from season 3 where Nick was on the frontlines during Gilead’s crusades. We know those scenes were filmed. We’ve read the scripts. And yet they’re locked away somewhere, never released. #PipeDream, I guess. But I’d give anything to see them.

I’m not ready for it to be over. And I don’t think I’ll ever be okay with the fact that this is how it ends. Not for Nick. Not for the story.

Even watching the trailer for season 6 again makes me emotional — there was so much hope, so much potential. And in the end… it was wasted. Rushed. Empty.

So yeah. I’m still not over it. Not even close. 😅😭

So I guess post-series depression is real. I'm showless, hopeless, and emotionally unemployed. Emotional damage: sponsored by season 6. And now? I have show trust issues. I can’t start anything new without fearing it’ll go full Handmaid’s Tale Season 6 on me. If anyone out there knows of a show that won’t emotionally gut me and then leave me cold on the floor, I’m open to suggestions. Thank you 😊

[jackofallrabbits]

hear me out. blind cherry blossom. Endlessly frustrating for the boys because they can't physically see their beauty. so they try to get their attention in other ways. i feel like theyd be closer with moon tbh.

Actually blind Cherry Blossom wouldn't be as frustrating to the boys as you might think! Yes, Sun would be disappointed and a little frustrated that Cherry Blossom can't see just how pretty he is but he will find other ways to make them realize how lovely he is. It would be very sad for him though that they wouldn't get to see him dance. And Eclipse would have even less trouble with this, though he is still very vain and likes being seen, he is also secure in knowing that he is beautiful in every way. He would love to make Cherry Blossom indulge in their other senses to really experience him. It would reflect how he treated his client in chapter 7, telling them to touch and taste and smell and describe to him every little sensation.

But you are right in your assumption that a blind Cherry Blossom would probably grow closest to Moon! And Moon would warm up to them a little faster with them being blind so they don't get to see him at all. Instead they can simply listen to and enjoy his music. Maybe he'll put their fingers to the strings while he plays so they can really feel it. He wouldn't feel so much like an object around them.

Really that goes for all of the boys. A Cherry Blossom who is blind wouldn't see them for just their beauty. Sun might discover himself growing comfortable with them a lot faster when he realizes that they don't just want something from him. If none of the boys are being used or gawked at then Cherry Blossom is getting to know the real them. They're all a little shallow and worried that anyone who can see wouldn't really look at them as anything other than pretty ornaments, which wouldn't be true for any cherry blossom. At least a blind one would make them realize that faster.

[allykatsart]

I was wondering what is Emily's relationship with Adam and Lute in your AU since the show doesn't explain it and I want to know what she thinks of them after the truth was revealed

Fallen Emily AU

Considering I'm not gonna explore it much in the story, might as well expound on it here. Buckle up!

Lute

Despite everything, Lute is loyal to heaven. Unlike Adam, she believes whole heartedly that exterminations stop hell from rising against heaven. Her cognitive dissonance is rooted in wanting to protect the good people of heaven from the bad. Heaven is under her protection, including Emily too.

Lute respects Sarah a lot, but I don't think that would extend to Emily. Lute would see Emily as almost a spoiled princess. One who is who doesn't know what the real world is like. Emily may rank above her, but Sarah has sheltered her. Lute's hands are callused and rough from her battles, Emily's are in-humanely soft and delicate.

Emily, meanwhile, would think Lute is kinda mean, but very cool! Sure, she can be a bit cold and snap sometimes, but there's a lovely heart in there. One that protects others fiercely. One that loves heaven and its people. She's trained herself to defend even though it isn't needed. Isn't that admirable?

Adam

Damn... Let's just say he wasn't a fan of her. Probably cuz Sera actually gave a shit if he behaved inappropriately around her. There's a lot Sera will let Adam get away with, but Emily is the exception (even if the punishment is only a lecture)...And he kinda resents her for that. So he found small, petty ways to vent his frustration.

Sera didn't want him teaching Emily swears, he did so behind her back. Sera didn't want him talking about private parts, then nearly fainted when Emily asked her what a d-i-c-k was. Sera wanted to keep the exterminations a secret, and Adam let it slip.

Emily knows he's crude and kinda weird, but she doesn't judge him for that. She isn't as stupid as he thinks she is, though. She knows Adam is bitter towards her. Emily just has the werewithall to act like she's oblivious or to change the subject. But brothers pick on their little sister sometimes, right? It was easy enough to brush off.

The Truth

And then the trial happens and Emily's worldview of Sera, Heaven, and everything else is shattered. There's a lot of feelings there. She's horrified by what happened to Vaggie. She's disappointed in Lute's hypocrisy. She's angry that Adam was so easily able to turn the tables on her. She's injured, isolated, and pissed off.

But she wasn't alone

After having time to process it all, I think she's not very fond of either of them. Adam, she now sees, has always been a dick to her for no reason. She feels she should have expected this from him.

But Lute... Lute's a bit more complicated. Lute was never openly hostile to Emily. Lute wasn't the one to suggest the exterminations. Lute was doing an evil job, but she had been convinced it was righteous.... Like Vaggie had been.

[rinsfandomfixations]

WELL THAT WAS AN ENDING...

I have mulled, and will mull some more... but the more I sit with it and my thoughts, and seeing how others are also feeling similarly, the more I'm like what the HECK was that (esp the last 2-3 episodes in particular)??? I'm crashing out like Inho, cause the more I think about it the more disappointed I am (and SAD)?

I've already ranted to some friends (both who have watched and who just support my hyperfixations LOL) - the one's who watched were all like "WTF WAS THAT" before I even even messaged them ( ´ д ` ). Many online have already touched on my own frustrations and issues about the season at this point, but...

My main points of my ????? were: [WARNING: Spoilers Below]

Junho not utilized at all? - Hwang brothers didn't even have a proper confrontation and conversation... like what was the point of him going to find his brother, he kinda did nothing these past 2 seasons, when he was SO important for season 1 - I feel bad for Wi-hajoon, man.

457 meeting/confrontation felt like 2 minutes of nothing... Look, while I love 457, I never asked for canon 457 or even much from them, cause I knew it was not going to happen. Look, I grew up at the peak of queerbaiting promotion, and knew there wasn't going to be ANYTHING coupley or too crazy in the show, but for the amount of promotion the official Squid Game/Netflix accounts were posting for their final showdown and how the two characters are so important to this season - THEY BARELY INTERACTED AND THERE WAS NO "SHOWDOWN" - the weight of their confrontation felt flat (NOT BECAUSE OF THE ACTORS BTW) - it was the narrative/script. - Look, I've read better 457 confrontations in fanfics than what we were given, and I was just really hoping for a further discussion on their perspectives and points, esp. after the build up in season 2, which we sadly didn't get

On that note, Gihun died without even knowing Inho's real name AND he is Junho's brother - just missed opportunity after missed opportunity. For how much we learned about In-ho in season 2, we really didn't get much from/development in his character this season sadly.

Gihun's sacrifice - I 98.5% expected Gihun to make a huge sacrifice, most-likely with his life coming into this last season. I think it wouldn't be as ??? or frustrating if the circumstance of the sacrifice was different, especially because that ending could have definitely been avoided! Whether it was Gihun blowing up the island, sacrificing himself so a group of others could escape, or sacrificing himself so the baby could leave with Junhee (or Hyunju/Geumja), so the 2 could make it out - not just for the baby to be left alone for them to do who knows what with the child. Maybe Gihun trusted Inho enough to take care of the child, but that trust def wasn't earned from the TWO MINUTE conversation. It just did not leave me right. While I was of course rooting for Gihun to survive, I knew he would most-likely die, so it's not about that, it's just how it happened was disappointing - that whole final game was disappointing

The message in its current kairo - While people may say the ending is "realistic," in this time period and all the crap happening in the world with oligarchs and "the people" fighting against big money, I don't think this ending was the right for the time. Like I get not everything gets a happy ending, but I don't think it's the message for this time. They literally killed off the character that represented the hope and empathy of humans and people in the show - and that's it, he dies and the rich people win with absolutely no repercussions.

If you read this far, sorry for the long rambly rant. LOL Maybe I'll write something more coherent or reflective on these feelings... maybe in the next few days after I settled on feelings, or NOT LOL (it is very early in the morning after the binge 😪 - YET I CAN'T SLEEP AFTER THAT). I'm just a bit baffled and empty from that ending.

I don't think this will take away my fixation of the fandom and 457, but I probably will pretend the last few episodes or the season did not exist LOL. I believe in this fandom to write the best fix-it possible. But I do just want to draw Gihun now... also Lee Jung Jae in his sleeveless mesh top (have ya'll seen that video? Baby girl diva shit). I'm watching interviews to cope with w/e I'm feeling rn.

But Gihun, my sweet baby 😞 - you continue to be my fave of the show, and damn I just want to give him a big hug 😭 While I was ready to let him go, and expected some sort of sacrifice, it def was not with this sort of ending... Welp, thanks for reading all this if you did LOL

I would be interested to hear if others felt the same, or how they felt about the ending too. It's like super early in the morning, so I should go to bed, but i'll prob read fanfics to continue to cope. (´ー` )

[arthurs-better-half]

Yellow - The Heart / "Because I care about him."

1. Malevolent part 40 “The Order” II // 2. Marina Ianova Tsvetaeva, Poem Of The End // 3. Malevolent part 21 // 4. Chen Chen, Nature Poem // 5. Malevolent part 21 // 6. Ace Song - Izzie Burton // 7. Clarice Lispector, The Stream of Life // 8. Malevolent part 21 // 9. O My Heart - Mother Mother // 10. Malevolent part 22 // 11. Leah Horlick, For Your Own Good // 12. Malevolent part 21 // 13. Roadkill - Searows // 14. Malevolent part 21 / Malevolent part 22 / Wanderer by Joseph Feely // 15. Malevolent part 22 // 16. @starparkdesigns (Instagram) // 17. Malevolent part 22 // 18. “How to Be a Dog” by Andrew Kane // 19. Malevolent part 22 // 20. halfabed - clem turner // 21. Malevolent part 22 // 22. Franz Kafka, The Castle // 23. Malevolent part 22 // 24. Against the Kitchen Floor - Will Wood // 25. Janet Fitch, White Oleander // 26. Malevolent part 22 // 27. @metamorphesque (x) // 28. Malevolent part 40 “The Order” II // 29. Judas’ Gift by Adam Phillips // 30. @/lostaffections (Twitter)

I actually just want to get this one done so I can move on to other ones but I hope it's good enough I've been working on it for ages. Anyway I’m going to chew through drywall if I see someone say Yellow is genuinely uncaring again. The FAÇADE.

Ask to tag

YELLOW: I... I... (Quieter.) Why you, John? What did you have to offer? Why does he care about... you? JOHN (softly): Because... I care about him.

Either love is... - A shrine? - or else a scar.

YELLOW: What is that? ARTHUR: A poem. YELLOW: You wrote it?

"Why can't you see me? Why can't I stop / needing you to see me?"

YELLOW: Why did you share that? ARTHUR: Because... it's beautiful. It makes me feel strong. It makes me... feel. (He sighs.) Doesn't it make you? YELLOW (uncertain): I suppose.

And it's not something I'm missing Not something that I need But when you said something's wrong We both know that you meant me

I'm restless and harsh and despairing. Although I do have love inside me. I just don't know how to use love. Sometimes it tears at my flesh, like barbs.

YELLOW: Does it hurt?

And I throw my heart into the fire 'Cause, I want to set my heart on fire And I watch it try befriending embers But the ice don't melt in mid-December

YELLOW: Because I'm trying to understand. You want that, right? You wanted me back here, you wanted my friendship. So tell me what I have to do. ARTHUR: To what end? YELLOW (frustrated): To any fucking end. Did you even want your body back?

for you, ready. You'll never recover from that kind of devotion. Little lights

YELLOW: Wait. ARTHUR: What? YELLOW: There are... snowshoes, next to the door.

And maybe I'm crazy But some part of me had to care for you What would it take for me to be cared for, too?

ARTHUR: We can always turn back if there's nothing for us out here. YELLOW: You keep saying 'us' as if we're one. ARTHUR: It's an old habit. (He walks through the snow.) YELLOW: Fine. Then let's leave. We've paid, slept. You've shaved, taken a much-needed bath. Is there anything else for us here?

ARTHUR: I don't want to hurt you. (Gentle, optimistic piano melody.) I never have. I can be a real pain... when you cross me the wrong way, don't get me wrong, and - and don't say anything about that, but... I don't lavish causing strife. I don't - I don't enjoy making others suffer. I don't like hurting people. YELLOW: People. ARTHUR (scoffing, splashing water): You don't have to be a human to be a person, Yellow.

- How many times can the same thing break your heart? - As long as you love it

YELLOW: What's that? ARTHUR: God, look, I promise you, we can talk about all of this soon, when I'm not so hungover. For now, I just want to shave and head back to the room. YELLOW: Right.

A fugitive is also a kind of dog. Of course you must learn to love, to love always and love entirely and to be wounded by nothing so much as the violence of your own love. You must learn to be confused but never disappointed by a deficiency of love.

YELLOW: We're at the edge of the woods. This is where we came through last night. Your snowshoes are around here somewhere. ARTHUR: My what? (Shocked.) Oh, Jesus! I completely forgot. YELLOW (slightly smug): I noticed.

i sing a song to you with lyrics i can't even pronounce with lyrics that predate words the melody won't come out.

YELLOW: I don't know, Arthur! I see the mountain on the horizon, I'm leading us there. What do you want from me? ARTHUR: Some communication, Yellow! (Frustrated) God damn it.

"You misinterpret everything, even the silence."

YELLOW (furious): I'm trying, Arthur, I'm fucking trying!

I swear, I'm really trying Oh, I'm sorry, I promise, I'm doing my best I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet

Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.

YELLOW: You're... sorry?

Rage, that is love - rotten! Rage, that is desire - rotten! Rage! - like a prayer, unanswered, ricocheting from your ceiling and landing right onto your eyes, never quite reaching where it was meant to.

ARTHUR: I know. I'm not apologizing for you.

entrusted to secrecy in Judas' story is that betrayal is one of the forms revelation takes. Betrayal is an uncanny form of intimacy. Somewhere in ourselves we associate being loved with being betrayed, and being betrayed with growing. And we do a lot of work trying not to know this when it is, in fact...

he doesn't hate him, he came to realize, and that's what he hated.

@sunw00d because you asked

[starwarsanthropology]

The tragedy of ur boyfriends not letting u bite them just a little. As a Treat.

A Tup from @trudemaethien’s excellent fic Edeemi, Baby, One More Time that I drew back in May! I didn’t have a Star Wars tumblr at the time and wasnt planning on posting it anywhere so I forgot about it until now, but I had such a fun time playing around with lighting effects and his expression!

I really love their mer universe and I’m especially fond of Tup’s POV in this fic. It’s such a good job of expressing the confusion and frustration of communication barriers and reasonable, best-intent misunderstandings between all of them, while still leaning into the positive aspects of discovering the world and representing it from slightly different perspective than people normally take 10/10 highly recommended

Closeup of the sketch for his expression under the cut because I was super happy with it

[itstokkii]

I've been thinking about how someone recently called the cold war "a war of edging" and its like. why is this still a sentiment across rusame spaces on tumblr. frankly I don't care if it was a joke because it's ill-intentioned at best and blatantly disrespectful at worst.

(here's the part where I emphasize that I'm not telling you not to ship rusame. i'm saying that BEFORE you make statements like this and gloss over the warcrimes of the us and russia at the time, think about the people who suffered at their hands at the very least, and write about them responsibly.)

families weren't forced apart and jejuans weren't massacred in korea for you to call it "a war of edging."

uzbek muslims weren't tortured and arbitrarily arrested for you to call it "a war of edging."

people in vietnam weren't killed by napalm and massacred regularly by us soldiers for you to call it that.

kindly shut up. i'm exhausted from having to regularly tell this fandom, especially the rusame shippers, that the cold war was in fact a real thing that happened between Imperialist 1 and Imperialist 2 and destroyed culture, families, and whole people from the global south and not something that solely exists in your spicy fanfics.

because you're so disconnected from the global south that you simply factor them out of your head in conversations about the cold war.

[fillybuildsahouse]

Okay but whyyyy is the Seal The Deal DLC sooooooooo so SO much more brutal and unforgiving than the base game 💀💀💀💀

[melit0n]

It does luckily look like the post has been deleted, but the blog name is burning-cathedrals ! They say they're leaving the Fandom but clearly they're down to throw tantrums in the main tag still anyway.

Thank you for letting me know! They're one of my followers, and I've interacted with them a couple of times, but I didn't know they were willing to have at it just because they didn't get an unmasking. I think people are fully entitled to their own opinions, personally I don't mind if they unmask if they want to, but just because they didn't get what they want have them no right to throw their toys out of the pram. Again, thank you for letting me know!

[curiousserpent]

I really need to put. My thoughts about how very very bad the durge writing is into little words. So I stop annoying my poor friends with it regularly-

[vampire-eros]

FINALLY SOMEONE GETS ME!!!!

to me, Science is just difficult to understand magic.

i mean this in the sense that, comparitively, magic in fantasy settings is typically understood down to a minute level without any sort of precision equipment to measure or quantify it, outside of vague "this orb tells us how much magic there is". the mechanics of it are left at least somewhat ambiguous, and the implication is that the laws of the universe, through some means, was consciously revealed to inhabitants of the world.

in our world-- the real world-- magic does not want to explain itself to us. it's just out there, in all its exotic majesty. and we've only been able to really crack into it in ways that are truly magical in the past two centuries.

[nanamisgirly]

˖ 𑣲 reblogs and comments are always appreciated ma girliies <333

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virgin!nerdjo barely got the tip inside you before white-hot ropes of cum were already spilling from his cock.

his face burned a deep, humiliating red, frustration twisting his features. “shit—fuck, i'm sorry, i—” he was mortified :(( this wasn't how it was supposed to go. he had reviewed the literatures (even forums!!), constructed theoretical models, simulated countless scenarios in the deep recesses of his mind—but none of them accounted for this. for failing at frame one. he buried his face in his hands, mumbling about how fucking useless he was, how he didn't deserve to touch you—

but virgin!nerdjo shut up real quick when you kissed his temple, soft and sweet, whispering that it was okay, that you could try again when he got hard. statistically, he had prepared for ridicule, for you to laugh or sigh or at least look disappointed—but instead you were kind. his chest ached, overwhelmed by the sheer improbability of it all.

you kept pressing those gently, featherlight kisses on his face as you saw sweat beading along his temples as virgin!nerdjo's mind spiraled—because what do you mean he came, and you didn't? what do you mean he got to feel good, and you didn't? not happening.

his gaze flicked to his desk, to the scattered notes, the open textbooks, the half finished equations—

virgin!nerdjo snatched his bic pen up before he could second-guess himself, adjusting his glasses (because god forbid he couldn't see a thing without them) and told you to stay still. your brows knitted in curiosity but you obeyed, eyes tracking the cool, smooth tip as he brought it to your lips. he traced them first—the same way he would annotate an important diagram. then down, slowly, as he imagined his tongue would if he wasn't still too flustered to use it. he skimmed it over your throat, down your sternum, circling each nipple before pressing the cold plastic directly against one. you whimpered—the contrast of the icy bic pen against your burning skin sent a shiver up your spine.

virgin!nerdjo continued lower, hypothesized. his glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose as he drags the pen over your stomach, past your belly button, until he reached the soft skin of your inner thighs. he hesitated, only for a second.

virgin!nerdjo swallowed hard, his free hand adjusting his glasses as he pressed the cold tip firmly against your swollen bud. you jerked beneath him. he took a sharp inhale before he began circling it in slow, teasing motions. his earlier embarrassment melted into something hungrier, completely focused on your helpless moans.

virgin!nerdjo ran the smooth plastic length between your slick folds—not pushing in, just gliding, experimenting, observing. he swore he could feel the warmth through the bic pen itself, feel the way it picked up your slick with every pass. 

virgin!nerdjo had a pretty shade of pink creeping down his neck as he used his trembling hand to spread your legs wider. bringing his index and middle fingers together to press against your puffy lips, trapping the bic pen between them. a choked whimper escaped your lips as your arousal smeared against the plastic, against his fingertips—warm and wet and so much—and when a choked whimper escaped your lips, his head spun.

virgin!nerdjo had never seen anything like this before—never imagined anything could be this erotic, this intoxicating. he was supposed to be the one making you feel good, right? then why did he feel like he was the one getting unraveling here? cock throbbing—still sensitive, still sticky—but already trying to get hard again.

virgin!nerdjo kept going, his movements more purposeful now, rubbing the cold tip over your clit in slow, firm circles—memorizing every little movement, every choked moan, every twitch of your hips as you desperately chased more friction.

virgin!nerdjo was losing it, breath shuddered as he pressed the tip down again, drunk on your reactions. he wanted to devour you. taste you. he was supposed to be embarrassed, supposed to be ashamed—but all he could think about was how pretty you looked like this. he wanted to combust. he wanted nothing more than to hear your little moans, and see your hips jerking. the way you whined his name was enough to send him into another full-system crash. his pupils were so blown, you could barely see the pretty shade of blue in his eyes.

virgin!nerdjo has his glasses entirely fogged up, breath coming out in short, choked little gasps. his white fluffy hair stuck to his forehead in a disheveled mess as he worked you up—over and over and over. and when you were teetering right on the edge when your moans turned high and desperate—he stopped.

virgin!nerdjo shouldn't find that hot, he wasn't even edging you on purpose!! he was just…entranced. the way your body tensed, your lips parting in frustration, fingers twitching as if you were trying not to grab his wrist and force him to keep going.

oh.

maybe virgin!nerdjo wasn't so bad at this after all.

☆゙ ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒ ˚⊹ᰔ

[jackass-jones]

Had a very bad day Gotta eat gravel

[partiallysame]

Price's lil wife and how Poly!141 began

Price knew the conversation was going to happen the second he saw the way his men looked at you and the blush it caused on your cheeks. Insatiable was always a word he’d use to describe his sweet wife, so you asking for his men to join in the bedroom was truly no surprise. John Price trusted the 141 with his life and it wasn’t a big jump to also trust them with his wife. The only thing that made him nervous was you getting too attached. They had a dangerous job and more often than not, soldiers don’t come back home. The thought of your face when he’d have to deliver the news to you that one of them was gone, terrified him. But what shook him to his core was him not returning to you. He printed out his letter of resignation everytime the thought crossed his mind but he’s yet to turn it in. However the idea of you having his men, a support system, people to love you the way he did if he were to ever not return to you was all the convincing he needed.

You and Price discussed how to talk to the 141 about what you wanted. You thought Price should bring it up with them and he thought it needed to come from you. Weeks of you trying to hint that you wanted them to fuck you failed. Lingering touches, bedroom eyes, innuendos, anything you could think of to get them to touch you without just coming out to say it and you were getting frustrated. Begging your husband to talk to his team. Safe to say he was reluctant. They are a team, yes, but they don’t talk about feelings and shit like that. What's he even supposed to say?  So it came out awkward and harsh and accusatory. The 141 sitting in Price’s truck on their way to their weekly dinner at your house and he just blurts out

“Do you wanna fuck my wife?” The chorus of “No captain” was immediate, the men panicking, clutching their pearls thinking Price was going to drive them off a cliff because, yes they did. It was all they thought about. You underneath each of them, moaning their names like they’ve heard you moan Price’s. 

“Oh.” Price let out a small sigh. “The Missus is going to be real disappointed then.” Wait what? No one knew how to respond. Thoughts racing about the last few months of you practically throwing yourself at them. They could have acted on that????? Why didn’t you tell them? 

“You wanna elaborate on that Cap’n?” Ghost broke the silence. 

“Nope. Gonna make the Missus do that” 

The second they entered your home, you knew they knew. Three sets of predatory eyes on you, but somehow also looking genuinely surprised. Price walked up to give you a small kiss on your lips before stepping behind you, hands on your waist. “Go ‘head tell ‘em what you want.” 

There you were picture of fucking perfection, sweetest look on your face as you tell them that you don’t like when they leave and how you want them to stay. How you want them to touch you. How you want to make them feel good, feel loved, both in and out of the bedroom. Each of their eyes darting from you to Price. This has to be a cruel fucking joke right. There’s no way he’d share his wife. But their captain is looking at you like you’re his whole world (because you are) and agreeing with everything you’re saying. You finished your speech, half scared the men would run from you, never to be seen again. They all just stood silent until Price added

“Want her taken care of when I’m not here.” To you that meant when he was away but they knew exactly what he meant. This was real. Price let go of you to push you towards the men standing in your living room.  “Our lil Missus eh? Like the sound of that”

Price's lil wife Masterlist