#ugh they've been on my mind too much lately

[shhwsper]

does tumblr accept broppy in yuri terms

[luminous-letters]

Argentine

(I'M LIKE, 2 MONTHS LATE..... sorry jack, it's uni's fault qwq)

Jack had a small spring in his step as he made his way to Ramshackle Dorm. The route, the scenery, and the feeling of belonging had been familiar to him by now. This day marked his third year in NRC, the third celebration of his special day with friends, acquaintances, classmates, and of course, you.

As he walked up the now-refurbished wooden stairs, each step seemed to jog his memory. Maybe it was just some nostalgia given the scenery. The silence, wind against the trees, the silhouette of the campus dissolving into the crisp portrait of the night. He could still hear the creaking metal fences even though they've long been fixed. Nostalgic.

He chuckled. He couldn't help that warm feeling creep up from his chest and materialize on his face. He was just too damn happy today.

He glanced at his side, spotting the rocking chairs and the table rearranged yet again.

"To the right. A little bit more to the left... now turn it a bit slightly... No. Maybe bring it forward...? Try to make it face east and the other chair... Wait, now it won't have enough space... Ugh..."

"I don't get aesthetics and all but... doesn't this seem like a bit too much?" Jack could carry and move these all day, but he didn't really like seeing you stressed out of your mind over these kinds of things.

"It's uh... Feng Shui, I think? I'm not sure I'm doing it right though... But when things go to shit I can always blame the furniture instead of my poor decision-making." You smiled, saying every word genuinely.

"Yeah. You really shouldn't rely on luck that much, even more given your uh... tendency for misfortune. But enough of this for now, let's go grab a snack first before we go back to... all of this." Jack gestured to the disarranged furniture on the porch.

You were a headache, always causing and getting into all sorts of stuff he'd rather not involve himself in. Though, as much as he disliked your unexplainable magnetism to everything inconvenient... He liked having you around. He wasn't shy to admit that, not anymore.

"Jack, I got you some hot soup. Jade helped me prepare this, said it could drive away even the most vile of diseases." You placed the bowl on the nightstand where it could cool down for a bit.

Jack took a whiff and cringed. Whatever was in that soup was something he'd rather not ingest. "I can easily smell whatever stuff they put in there. No thanks, I won't be eating it."

"Even in that state? C'mon a little medicine-infused soup won't hurt anyone!"

"If you consider where you got said soup..."

"You have a point." You let out a sigh. "Wait here, I think I have some leftover chicken... I could make you some homemade soup. Wait here!" You bolted right out the door of his room faster than he could respond.

"It's not like I'll be able to prance around all pretty in this state." Jack groggily lay down, feeling the fever weigh down his body.

When you're down, he wants to be able to lift you up. He wants you to keep on going forward, with him, together.

Your familiar figure was asleep on the couch, limbs haphazardly strewn all over as if some ragdoll. Jack couldn't help the small smile, nor could he help the burst of sweet warmth in his chest.

Silently, he grabbed your blanket from your room and carefully tucked you in.

"Sweet dreams, MC."

He liked you. Sevens, he loved you. No more shyness, no tough guy act. He finally had someone to call his own. You were his rock, and he wanted you to be able to rely on him too.

[johnslittlespoon]

i have been dealing with the brainrot of twink college student john and biker gale but then the other half of the post jumped me in a dark alley and all i can think about is john's friend who is used to their friends having crushes on their dad but it's whatever. weird, but whatever, as long as they don't get vocal about it they can just use it as something to tease them about at the worse. john looking up at gale with big doe eyes isn't the first time they've seen a friend do that, they've seen other people who are considered more age appropriate do worse when faced with the gale cleven effect. only it never occurs to them gale feels like he can't breathe right and like is organs are too big for chest whenever he looks at john and feels like he's something too soft than he should allow himself to be but around john it doesn't feel bad, maybe it's a good thing he can unapologetically be soft for someone.

cue the ladies who thought they might be able to win over the quiet, intimating and rugged dilf biker seeing that his heart was stolen by none other than john clarence egan, the son of mr and mrs egan who everyone is sure are moments away from a heart attack.

the au post | GOD same it has notttt left my mind. and you GET ITTT you captured the vibe i was picturing for that version perfectly ugh.

literally 1k+ words of brainrot below the cut... deeply sorry. any excuse to talk about them and i'm spinning in my chair apparently LOL <3

like john takes one look at gale and knows he's not the only one who swoons over him, spends an ungodly amount of time pining from day one. but any fantasies are only fantasies, because he knows (thinks he knows) he doesn't stand a chance, both for the fact that he's his son's friend, and that gale probably thinks he's too immature, and that he's, y'know, not a girl.

but gale is gone too from their first meeting, he's just a lot better at hiding it (and finds it so endearing how bad john is at hiding it despite how well john thinks he's doing lol.) once he and john start tentatively feeling things out, and even before that really, the way he feels when he looks at the doe–eyed boy scares him– a vulnerable softness and urge to protect that he's been just fine with not feeling.

of course there's the conflict when he tries to shove down these feelings at first, because he knows how mad his son (who i headcanon as ken because he and leaving!john would be precious dorky besties) would be if he were to ever indulge in them, regardless of how much john wants it. and there's the guilt of feeling like john would be happier with someone his age, but john is the most persistent, stubborn person he's ever met, and the way he folds so quickly for him is terrifying.

and yet he falls for the attentive softhearted absolute puppy dog of a boy that john is, finds himself as fond of his moments of angsty bite and bristle as he is when he's docile at his side, melting under gale's gaze. there's no proper confirmation ever made to others about their status, no reason to need one, because they're attached at the hip and people learn quickly not to so much as look at john the wrong way, because gale's never far behind him.

and the angsttt of john's parent's disapproval– yeah, he's an adult and he's independent and is off doing college and all, but his parents aren't chill with "that gay shit" and he gets the classic "so long as you're living under our roof, you're not to see that man" talk, and what's an angsty rebellious lovesick john to do but get better at sneaking out of his window and jogging down the street to meet gale at his motorcycle so his parents don't hear it pull up?

i'm sure eventually it would come to a head because they'd find out he's been going behind their back when they catch him sneaking back inside late one night, and he's given the good old "stop seeing him or pack your bags" ultimatum. it takes gale a wild amount of self control to not storm into the house and chew out john's parents when he picks up the phone to a sniffling terrified john at two in the morning less than an hour after he'd dropped him off down the street.

it takes even more self control when he sees the angry red of a handprint on john's cheek when he pulls up and finds him sat on the curb with a hastily stuffed backpack, and his heart shatters when john starts apologizing, as if he'd ever be upset with him. but then, cue domesticity (and a different kind of sneaking around) as john temporarily moves in with him and ken. all ken is told is that john's parents kicked him out and he knows how badly they treat him so he doesn't ask many questions, so shitty circumstances aside, he's over the moon at getting to have his best friend stay with him.

john promises to find someplace to rent a room in as soon as he can because he feels awful for intruding, but gale finds that he really likes having john around, insists he stays with the two of them at least till he's done with his semester so he doesn't have to worry about paying rent. lots of nuance to sort out there but you get the gist. <3

also. john wearing gale's leather jacket sighhh. finding any excuse he can to steal it, face going all pink when gale drapes it over his shoulders when they're out on dates, beaming when gale lets him wear it home with the promise that he'll return it the next day, falling asleep with his face pressed to it, drowning in the smell of gale's aftershave and cigarettes and diesel.

+ slight tangent but the things that could come about from the sneaking around?? minor spoilers for anyone who hasn't seen callum's show 'leaving' that his character in this au is loosely based off of, but there's a scene where he and his milf not–gf are fooling around in his room and his parents get home early.

i have this scene in my head where john thinks he's meant to have the house to himself for the night, invites gale over, they end up in the shower and they hear the front door slam mid–fuck. there's a moment of panic, both of them freezing, john whispers that "dad's probably forgot his wallet or something," assumes gale will stay unmoving until they hear the door slam again.

only gale suddenly rolls his hips forward, and john chokes on a moan, gale's hand coming up to quickly cover his mouth, his other hand squeezing john's hip as he kisses his shoulder and murmurs "you can be quiet, can't you, sweetheart?"

anyway. yeah, this au has me in a chokehold so hard still, i'm 100% still planning on writing it post–dog fic <3 i do love this whole cliche best friend's dad route of this au, but i'm also not sure i feel like tackling the conflict of john having his friend find out about the two of them, and i feel like that would be kinda inevitable to have to write about if i took that route for the fic lol </3 so i think that version of the au will be limited to brainrot like this and when i write the actual fic it'll just be the college student x bikerider vibe, but honestly there's so much overlap with the two concepts anyway that it won't make too much of a difference!

thx for unintentionally encouraging my yapping i love this version of these two so much and i am apologizing in advance for the person i will become when i see the bikeriders in theatres xoxo

[can-ya-guess-my-curent-obsession]

"Murdoc are the rumors true?"

AN: Alright so this is my first one-shot so if it's shit sorry. This was apart of the poll I did some time back- and Murdy won, though I had to edit my original prompt a bit. I decided to do this primarily first person- but if you guys think I should try something else than I'm open to suggestions.

Summery: Murdoc goes into a interview and announces his relationship in it. Meanwhile S/O is watching the interview from their couch. And it's stupidly wholesome

Pairing: Murdoc x GN!reader

(phase unspecified)

Edited: haha no

WC: 1,170

TW: Cussing, S/O's a insomniac, Murdoc exposes the relationship without addressing S/O about it first, Murdoc's a bit of an ass

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  S/O sat on their couch, mindlessly flicking through the channels on your TV. You just couldn’t sleep, but that's nothing new- sleepless nights are nothing uncommon. But usually you're accompanied by a green-skinned-Satanist, but your home lacks that factor tonight. S/O sigh’s as they place down their remote next to them, leaning back- curling into themselves and their hand coming up to rub their tired eyes. You reach for your phone- turning it on as your hand moves and your eyes flutter open to check the time.

2:57 AM

  “Ugh” was the only thing that left your mouth as you slouch back in your seat. Grabbing your remote you resume your channel surfing. You don’t know how much time passed when you remember your boyfriend was gonna have a live interview late today. Your boyfriend of 1 and maybe a half-ish years(you're not too sure, your boyfriend was never too keen on anniversaries, so you kinda lost track) was on a live tour in America with his band, they've been gone for half a month. Oh your dear boyfriend Murdoc Niccals, and his band Gorillaz. You check back at the time on your phone hoping maybe you can make it.

3:12 AM

  S/O cocks their head back and forth doing the math in their head before thinking out loud “sooo… it should be about 11 to 10-ish there…. so I should be about to catch it..”. Murdoc told you on a call a few days before the time of the interview and what channel it’ll be on, so you quickly find the channel and put it on. As soon as you get on the channel you’re met with the face of Noodle, and you can’t help but smile as you see the familiar face. It seems you missed a bit of the interview but you don’t care. Eventually they finish asking Noodle her question and they zoom out showing the whole band sitting on one couch, but you're drawn to the figure of your boyfriend on the screen- Murdoc sits slouched on the couch with a smug grin on his face. Your ears perk up and you focus on what they’re saying when you hear them getting ready to ask the next question.

“So Murdoc, are the rumors true?”

 Rumors. What rumors?

“Are you actually in a committed relationship-... you’ve been seen with the same person multiple times- and frankly you’ve been less of your frisky self as said by your fans?”

  Oh FuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFu- you tune out what the lady says past ‘relationship’. You two never really talked about the seriousness of your relationship enough to ever hear the word ‘committed’, knowing Murdoc's history you were worried he would be put off by the ‘commitment’ part, so you two never talked about it. You turned away from the screen in worry of the reaction of your boyfriend. But it’s silence, you finally look up to see that Murdoc actually looked rather giddy, as you can obviously see the thoughts running through his head of him actually contemplating admitting to having serious relationship on live TV- well it’s obvious to you, as you stared wide eyed at the TV waiting for Murdoc to say something.

“Yes- yes I am actually- with’ a lovely little dove….”

   Your mind goes blank as you process what just happened- you tune out whatever the interviewer says next. Till you hear Murdoc's voice once more “‘Sorry luv but can’t tell ya who my dove is but… all ya need’ ta know is it’s all true….”, Murdoc would wink and wave at the camera- at you, “hey baby, know’ yer watch’in…”. After that the interviewer just continues to spue a bunch of questions at Murdoc, and Murdoc answers relatively truthfully- “yeah the band knows, how long have we been together- eh awhile, will you meet them- nah, uh, ugh- all these questions are irrelevant…” he waves them off. And Murdoc continues to side step the questions they throw at him, but you can help but see how proud he looks, how proud he looks to be in a relationship, to be in a relationship with you. S/O sits there just taking in the fact Murdoc just solidified your two’s relationship as committed and monogamous- LIVE no less. 

  Suddenly you're pulled back to reality by the sounds of the interviewers asking the band members about Murdoc's relationship- as Murdoc did say they were aware, in which they were. The lady asked “So how do you guys feel about Mudoc's relationship- more specifically how do you like Murdoc's partner?”. Noodles the first one to answer “They're nice.”, heh Noodle was never really one for words. Russels next “Their good company, I don’ have no problem them… in fact when their around Mudz seems like less of an ass..”, Russels remark didn’t go unnoticed by Murdoc as he responded with a “HEY!”. 2D remarked “Yeah- Murdoc yells a lot less when’der around…”, Murdoc only glares daggers at 2D while mumbling ‘damn face ache’ under his breath, which you roll your eyes at. Then suddenly-

“Well that's all for today my lovely viewer- Good Day!”

  -And suddenly the program is over… seems like you missed most of the interview. You turn off the TV and just just go limp in your spot, you stare at a wall as you bask in the glory of your new found ‘committed’ relationship statues. You hear you phone buzz, who the hell is texting you at the fucking witching hour, you go to grab your phone and check the time.

3:34 AM

  The notification was from Murdoc, he had texted you already, that was fast the live ended barely a minute ago, you open your text and it reads- “Did you watch it”, “well that was quick” you think out loud. You text back confirming you did, and immediately you get a call from Murdoc, and you answer it immediately. “Hey dove, whaddya think?” the sound of Murdoc rings in your ears, “it was great hon… missed most of it though…” you replied groggily, suddenly Murdoc goes quiet for a moment. “You ok baby..?” Murdoc sounds mildly concerned, “yeah just *yawn* tired…” you say as Murdoc has a realization- “oh fuck yeah- the time differences… why aren't you asleep?” Murdoc says like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Can’t sleep…” you shrugged laying down on your couch, putting your call on speaker, and placing it on your stomach, it was silent for a few seconds after that.

  Suddenly Murdoc speaks up and awkwardly mumbles “you said you missed most of it right…. Well how about I fill you in… and you try to sleep…”, you just reply with a “mhm”. And from there Murdoc smugly recounted the events of the interview to you till he heard soft snoring on the other end of the phone and hung up. And that was some of the best sleep you got in the past half a month.

[gi-nathlam-hi]

Ugh the Celebrimbor and Annatar stuff this episode was SO GOOD! Tell me where is Elrond though, I feel like I haven’t seen him since episode 2🥲 hopefully the next couple of episodes will make up for the Elrond lack.

I’d love to hear your more in depth thoughts about this season so far sometime, no pressure of course! But you always have such balanced and knowledgable opinions on this show. I’m liking the season so far, but have some major problems with it still and have come to the conclusion that it’s probably never going to be what I want it to be, and that’s ok! I do love the community around it though, and reading everyone’s thoughts and theories, and I love your blog!

I'm super late to responding to this but holy god yeah. Just in general the Eregion plotline is carrying this entire season. Though the Numenor plotline is doing a lot of interesting things, too! Thank you so much for the ask.

Under the cut for potential spoilers (I am not being super specific in this at all though, but I want to be safe!)

As for some Season 2 opinions, I'm trying to withhold a lot of judgement until we reach the finale, but there have been some things they've done/lines they've chosen to use which are rather...how shall I put this...lore breaking? I will probably have to do a rewatch of the series and take notes. There are certain moments which stand out to me (most of them being in the uh. Really, really, really bad Rhun plotline. I want to like the Stranger & Poppy and Nori, I really do, but it's just...not. good). A couple lines said by Cirdan and moments in the Lindon-focused episode also come to mind. It's frustrating because the writers seem to grasp so many things about the lore and Middle Earth and Tolkien's themes -- and in general they do a good job! But there are a few moments where they miss the mark so widely that it's honestly lore-breaking - much of that has to do with choices they're making regarding the nature of Ainur and uh, the rings, but again I think I'll have to do a rewatch and take notes on the parts that really irk me to be able to explain myself properly. My criticisms in that regard are mostly vague right now.

But I love what they're doing with the dwarves. I adore what they're doing with orcs. I love the characterization of Elrond (though I have no doubt that a huge chunk - at least 70% if not more has to do with Rob being the one who's playing him). And of course the exploration of gaslighting and abuse within the Eregion plotline is so well-written that it's astounding to me. I love that they are being so clear that Sauron is a manipulative, truly evil asshole. They're not making excuses for him. They're not trying to romanticize things or soften things, neither do they try to excuse his behavior in interviews and bonus content either. Sauron sucks. He's a manipulative abuser and I'm so relieved that this is the direction they went with him. Sure, he's sexy as hell while he's doing it, but...how else can I put this...they're not turning that sexiness into an excuse, you know? It just makes it that much more unsettling and scary how sexy and charismatic he is.

Also from a production perspective I'm so pleased to see just how much more time, budget, and allowance was given to the props and costuming department! The thing is -- it's not that the costumes last season were bad, necessarily, but it was painfully obvious that the (immensely skilled, if you look at the roster!) costuming department simply wasn't given enough time and budget to make anything competitive. And while I hate that the show has been forced into competition with other fantasy shows (House of the Dragon, cough cough), it's simply a reality that people are comparing the two, and House of the Dragon's costuming had, thus far, simply been far superior in terms of tailoring, structure, and quality of fabric. They're not really super comparable (Game of Thrones has always gone for prop/costuming realism -- taking more direct inspiration from historical fashion, vs the Rings of Power's art department clearly taking inspiration from Romantic and Baroque art). I'm really pleased to see that they've stuck to their art direction while being obviously given the appropriate time to create something of higher quality. The difference between the fabrics and tailoring from S1 to S2 (as well as the wig quality, holy shit), is just astronomical.

This season in general just feels like a massive upgrade to season one. I loved season one. I didn't really think it was very good, but it was fun. Whereas season two I'm slowly transitioning into "this is good. this is well made" (with the unfortunate exceptions of Rhun and certain moments in Lindon, but that again comes down to writing which bafflingly continues to be a weak point. I say baffling because now the writers have proved to me that they are capable of writing some truly incredible stuff via the Eregion arc. So I simply don't understand how we got the Eregion arc alongside uh. Some really glaringly awful writing in the Rhun arc. And it's such a shame because the art direction and production in Rhun is so good. I wish the writing lived up to it).

I'm a bit nervous for the time budget for the finale, but I'm withholding judgement until we have it in our hands.

Anyway thanks for giving me the opportunity to ramble! I have more thoughts for sure, but this is what comes to my mind off the top of my head lol.

[reasonsmandy]

Let me show you how amazing you are

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by two anon — ¹ Could you do 29 with Warren Rojas ❤️ ² could you write something where the reader is pregnant and their boobs are sore and warren helps them? doesn’t have to be smutty if youre not comfortable, just some hurt/comfort :)

✧.* summary — The first trimester of pregnancy wasn't going to be easy, but Warren always made everything so much easier.

✧.* warnings — smut, MINORS DNI, mentions of pregnancy

✧.* word count — 1.4k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — Hi darlings, I hope you are all well. I've been a bit down so I hope you guys don't notice the posting frequency going down. Good reading 🫶🏾

You feel the warm rays of sunlight on your body through the curtains in your bedroom, you open your eyes slowly to find your boyfriend with messy curls over his face, you smile and move closer to him. He feels your presence and as he always snuggles closer to you, you lay your head against his chest and feel his bare skin against yours. The moment of comfort is short-lived when you groggily open your eyes, to be greeted by an unwelcome sensation that has become your constant companion.

Your breasts ache and throb, as if they've been taken hostage by an unrelenting force. Every touch, every slight movement sends a sharp, piercing pain through your body, leaving you gritting your teeth in frustration. The pull of your boyfriend against your body woke up the pain, making you moan, the changes in your breasts, once a symbol of femininity and allure, now bring only discomfort.

They've swelled and become tender, making it nearly impossible to find a comfortable position or wear anything without aggravating the pain. Your once-familiar body feels foreign and unruly, and you can't help but mourn the loss of ease and familiarity. It was your first trimester of pregnancy and things weren't going so well, you felt sick most mornings, your body was different and it was having a hard time getting used to everything. You sigh in frustration moving away from Rojas' body, making him open his eyes.

"What's wrong mami ?" He asks, his voice was husky yet sleepy. He hadn't opened his eyes yet, you didn't remember what time he went to sleep last night you just remembered him staying up with you until you got over the nausea.

You don't answer him, getting up and covering your body with the sheet. He then opens his eyes worriedly, "Hermosa, hey, come here."

He holds your hands, and you sit down next to him. Your hormones were consuming you, you didn't want to worry him anymore, you felt like you were upsetting him too much lately.

He holds your face tenderly, kissing your lips to reassure you, after that he looks you in the eyes and asks "What happened?"

"Everything hurts!" You exclaim in frustration, he sees your eyes fill with tears and you hold them back, he caresses your cheek letting his hand go down your neck to your shoulder in affection. "I feel so overwhelmed, ugh!"

You close your face and he watches you carefully, capturing everything you had to pass on. You look at him for a while, taking a deep breath. "I feel nauseous all the time, my boobs hurt, my skin is different, I feel ugly–"

"Stop!" He interrupts you, as if he's heard the most absurd thing in the world. "Let me stop you right there cariño…"

He pauses, his eyes brimming with love and reassurance, before continuing, "If someone asked me to define beauty I would simply show you pretty girl, like, damn look at you mami!" He smiles, licking his lips, looking at you with the greatest admiration in the world. "I was going to say that I understand that it is not easy but I will never understand one hundred percent how you feel here, but know that I am willing to understand as much as possible."

You smile, feeling your cheeks blush, you see him open a naughty smile "Let me show you how amazing you are..."

"What do you have in mind?" You question arching your eyebrow.

Rojas smiles approaching you, he kisses you tenderly and you feel yourself melting at his touch that man was your home. You take your hands to his waist and he kisses your neck, the hair of his mustache tickles your skin, a delicious feeling that you loved. He feels you gasp with his kisses and smiles into his skin, you bring one of your hands to his curls and he pulls away from your neck

"Stop baby, let me take care of you." He says, taking your hand away from him, and you feel butterflies in your stomach at his command.

You settle in delivery, he turns his attention to your neck, kissing, licking, sucking and wanting you completely, he loves seeing your every delivery, every sigh, every moan, every scratch on his waist. He then undoes the grip that the sheet has on your body, leaving you completely exposed to him, you feel your body shiver with his gaze on you.

He looks at you for a while that seems like an eternity to you, you think about covering your body again but he doesn't leave you time.

"Get on the bed!" He commands, and you immediately do so. "Fucking hell you're so pretty." He says still watching you at the foot of the bed.

He climbs on top of you, his heat on you is like the fit of two perfect pieces you sigh when you feel him close, feeling complete next to him. He leaves a peck on your lips, making a path of kisses to the middle of your breasts, he kisses there and looks up at you.

"Tell me if it hurts you, alright?" He whispers, you nod whimpering, feeling his breath against your skin.

Rojas doesn't take long, he kisses your left breast tenderly, he kisses around it while he caresses the other one, you immediately moan. He smiles looking into your eyes, he licks your left nipple and you moan louder grabbing the bed and intertwining your legs in his torso, despite the pain you felt in that period the sensitivity was so good. He pulls away from your left breast smiling at you, still spreading kisses all over it until he gets to your right, he flirts, threatening to suck the other one, playing with you.

"Fuck Rojas, stop playing with me." You exclaim, almost like you're begging. He loved seeing you like this.

He pulls away, approaching your face and kissing you. His hand was still teasing your breast as his mouth explored yours, you moan against his mouth pulling him closer and closer.

He kisses you intensely, you feel on cloud nine every second, he holds your legs pulling you to intertwine more behind his back. He pats your ass twice, whispering "Get on top of me", you don't take long to obey the command by climbing on his lap and kissing him fiercely. He holds your waist affectionately while he repeats your kiss, his other hand holds your hair, he releases the kiss to return to paying attention to your breasts again and you delight in the pleasure he gives you.

He makes you roll your eyes, your body melting with every touch, every move, every kiss, every word. Until he guides you to the peak of pleasure, holding you close as the waves of ecstasy course through your body. He kisses you tenderly, not wanting to let you go, showering you with love and showing you how much you matter.

As your breathing begins to steady, he lays you down beside him, gently stroking your hair. His lips find their way to your head, placing a soft kiss as he wraps his arms around you. "I'm so proud of you, cariño. You did such a good job."

You nestle into his embrace, feeling comforted by his presence. After a while, you tilt your head, pressing a grateful kiss to his cheek before pulling back to meet his gaze. "Thank you, my pretty boy. I really needed this."

He returns your kiss, his lips curving into a smile against yours. "No need to thank me. Now, how about you and I go take a shower together, mami?"

You can't help but smile excitedly at the idea, nodding eagerly. "Yes, let's do that."

Just as you're about to leave the room, he pauses, mischief glinting in his eyes. "By the way, mami," he says, his voice teasing, "you want the bad news or the almost good news?"

You raise an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on your lips. "Alright, give me the bad news first."

He grins mischievously. "Well, it seems we're running out of hot water."

You let out a mock gasp, feigning surprise. "Oh no, that's terrible! And what's the 'almost good news'?"

His smile widens as he pulls you closer, whispering playfully in your ear, "The 'almost good news' is that we'll just have to find other ways to keep warm in there."

You laugh hiding your face in his neck, he wraps his arm around your waist as he laughs with you. He tickles you until you're tired and kisses you when you're done catching your breath.

"I'm so fucking in love with you." He says, after kissing you. "Now let's take a shower." He says carrying you to the bathroom.

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[wutheringheightsfilm]

since this video essay (and it is an essay, i have cited sources! i have academic articles! get on my level youtubers!) is going to take a long time to make (i'm hoping to get it done in two weeks but we'll see...) and probably not enough of you will give a fuck about or have the time to fully watch what will most likely be upwards of an hour of content, here is a list of some things from the book wuthering heights i wish more adaptations would include:

since a lot of these adaptations ignore the Lockwood-Nelly storytelling framing device, we miss out on seeing a lot of Heathcliff's character as he is in the present, namely, what fascinates me is that while Lockwood is ill, Heathcliff not only sends him the last grouse of the season, but also visited Thrushcross Grange to sit at his bedside and talk to him

Catherine and Heathcliff actually trying to reckon with the abuse they face (it's a rare sight to see the abuse they face taken seriously on screen, see my prev meta post about their visit to Thrushcross Grange)

actual age appropriate castings. when you remember that a good third of this book, where a lot of the most famous stuff happens (the, he's more myself than i am, the i curse you to never rest while i still live, etc) is when these characters are all in their late teens and early 20s...yeah that makes a lot more sense now doesn't it?

on that note, stop casting Nelly as a woman in her late 50s/early 60s, she's literally the same age as Hindley and at her oldest is no older than like 42.

the fact that Nelly's storytelling is extremely biased--she does not like Catherine and thinks her a bad person, and she doesn't like Heathcliff either. how much of this is real? literally the things i would give to see a version of wuthering heights that explores what might be real and what isn't...

to compound on that, i want a version that actually shows the small little interludes where Nelly stops telling Lockwood the story and says something about the present day!!! GIVE ME THE NELLY FRAMING DEVICE!!! WHY WOULD THE 1992 MOVIE CREATE A FAKE EMILY BRONTE FRAMING DEVICE WHEN THERE'S ALR-

When Heathcliff is visiting the grange on the day that Catherine is mean to Isabella and making fun of her for having a crush on Heathcliff, after Catherine tells Heathcliff Isabella is the heir to the Grange, whenever Catherine leaves the room, according to Nelly Heathcliff is just sitting there plotting and smiling to himself

When Edgar hears Catherine and Heathcliff fighting in the kitchen (ugh god the kitchen fight), while Catherine is still ranting at Heathcliff, she doesn't notice Edgar come into the room but Heathcliff does, to which he does an immediate "shut the fuck up" sort of motion and she immediately does shut the fuck up

WITH THAT, something that gets lost in the sauce all the time (due to too many screenwriters and directors playing up the "romance" between these two) is Heathcliff and Catherine teaming up constantly, even in the later years of their relationship. The more "casual" elements of their relationship get lost. For example, while in that same fight in the kitchen, Catherine and Heathcliff both make fun of Edgar for being a pussy and that's hilarious! Because despite the strife that's going on between Heathcliff and Catherine, they are still on the same page and still feel united against that stupid rich pompous idiot they've been making fun of since they were teens.

The fact that these characters are products of their environment is something that no filmmaker (except maybe Andrea Arnold in the 2011 version) really grapples with to any extent

Most of the movies either miss or downplay or rush the scene where Hindley is planning to shoot Heathcliff one night, and Isabella goes to the window to warn him, literally saying "You better seek shelter somewhere else tonight! Mr. Earnshaw has a mind to shoot you!" (after saying that Heathcliff "ought to stretch [himself] over [Catherine's] grave and die like a dog") and Heathcliff is like "open the door you stupid bitch!" (not a direct quote but might as well be) and Isabella is like "oh! okay! come in and get shot then if you please, I've done my duty!" and leaves him out there to break the door down on his own. Wuthering Heights is a comedy and they don't tell you this. It's one of Isabella's best moments and we rarely see it, along with her second best moment, her throwing her wedding ring from Heathcliff in the fire

More adaptations need to have Heathcliff pulling out the actual physical almanac page he's kept with days marking when Catherine hangs out with the Lintons vs hanging out with him

[fitrahgolden]

Should You Need Me: 10 - At least as deep as the pacific ocean

“Apne, get the trays ready. We’re just about there,” Kaveri called to Anthony while she placed some dishes in Kate’s sink.

Kate rolled her eyes from where she sat with Edwina on the couch. “I think it’s a bit ridiculous that we’re still using trays, if I’m being honest. I can sit at the table.”

“No!” was the resounding response that came from Kaveri, Mary, and Anthony at the same time.

Kate looked to Edwina for an ally. Her sister only shrugged.

“We can’t take on two mums and an Anthony, Didi. Trays, it is. Anyway, can we please talk about how your boyfriend is cooking breakfast with The Mums and Kaveri is calling him apne?”

Kate ignored the warm feeling in her chest. “Ed, Amma calls everyone apne as soon as she meets them.”

“Ah, but she rarely keeps calling them that, though.”

Good point. “I don’t know, Bon…” Kate, of course, did know, and was afraid to get too excited about it.

“And he’s attempting to make chai.”

"I get it, Ed,” Kate said, laughing. She looked down into her mug. “Speaking of, his chai is a bit…"

"Oh, it’s bland as hell. But he seems like he's the ‘relentless pursuit’ kind of guy."

"Ha, that’s putting it lightly."

Edwina rested a hand on Kate’s shoulder. “Look, Didi. I don’t want to say we’re all waiting for a ‘he’s the one’ declaration, but… We absolutely are because it’s so bloody obvious.”

Kate looked over to the kitchen, where Anthony was laying out parotta on all the trays as Mary was gushing over the dresses she’s seen in the window of his shop lately.

“Ugh, if you could see your face right now. Ob-vi-ous.”

Kate bit her lip. “How long have you guys thought about us like that?

Edwina looked up in thought for a few seconds. "I think we knew when we came back into your hospital room and he was holding you while you both slept. It was just… I don’t know. It painted a nice picture. There wasn’t a question in his mind that he was going to take care of you. And, more importantly, you seemed to really want him to."

Kate and Edwina were interrupted by the rest of the party bringing trays of food into the living room. When Anthony placed Kate’s in front of her, he kissed her temple and whispered, “You were talking about me, weren’t you?”

His low voice sent a shiver down Kate’s spine that she knew Anthony noticed due to how pleased he looked with himself. Damn this man. Damn this beautiful man, who’s all mine.

“I’ll never tell,” she teased as she playfully pushed him away.

“Anthony,” Mary said as she settled into a seat in the corner. “I keep meaning to ask. We love that we’ve been able to stay with Kate, but how are you managing to take so much time away from work? I know you own the boutique, but are you guys still able to fulfil all of your orders?”

“Well, I immediately stopped taking on new clients, and I’m going to the studio part time. Some of the work, I can do from here when Kate lets me take over her living room.” Anthony grabbed Kate’s hand and kissed it. The Mums visibly swooned, and even Edwina couldn’t help a barely audible “aww.”

“I let Alice and Genevieve know I’m indefinitely working a reduced schedule due to a family emergency.”

Kaveri, Mary, and Edwina all exchanged smug, knowing looks. Edwina mouthed to Kate, “Family.”

—

Anthony closed the door behind Kaveri, Mary, and Edwina after they filed out of Kate's apartment. He turned around to find Kate eyeing him from the couch.

"What?" he asked.

"Come here."

Anthony couldn't quite figure out Kate's tone of voice. "What is it?" he asked as he sat next to where she was reclining on the arm of the couch. He gingerly lifted her fractured leg and put it on his lap. "What do you need, baby?"

Kate reached out just enough to run her hand through Anthony's hair. Anthony was ready with another lecture about overdoing it if she reached too far, but she behaved.

"I love that you're getting along with my family. It's really important to me. It's just that… It feels like they've been here every day for the last three weeks."

"That's because they have."

Kate laughed, shaking her head.

“If you don’t want them to come tomorrow, you’re gonna have to be the one to say it. I’d fight all your battles for you if you’d let me, except saying no to The Mums.”

“Understood.” Kate kept staring intensely at Anthony.

“What’s going on, Kate? Are you angry with me?”

“Mm-mm.” Kate curtly shook her head as she slid a hand down Anthony’s chest and bit her lip.

Oh, shit. “Kate…”

"Don't you miss me, Anthony? I miss you…" She leaned over a bit more and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” she whispered

"Kate, baby…” Anthony couldn’t think of a time when he felt more conflicted. That was certainly an exaggeration, but, frankly, he couldn’t think of much of anything at the moment. “You're still recovering, and if you keep this up, I'm not gonna care."

"I already don't care. It's been too long." Kate reached his trousers and undid the belt and button. “Don’t you think it’s been too long?”

"Yes." It was more a hiss than an enunciated word.

"I need you, Anthony." Kate’s hand disappeared into his underwear.

"Fuck. You aren't worried this is going to set you back?"

"Not if we're careful. But if you don’t want to, just say it. I promise I’ll understand."

"I fucking want to. I just don’t know how careful I can be. I'll get carried away. I always do. You’ve said as much." Anthony spared a few brain cells to mentally pat himself on the back for stringing so many words together while Kate’s hand was moving so deftly over him.

"I've seen you be gentle.” Kate sounded very close to begging. “I've felt you be gentle.”

Anthony whimpered at those words. He whimpered.

“I just need to feel you, Anthony."

Just stay in control, Anthony told himself before he gripped Kate’s wrist and pulled it out of his pants. Her eyes lit up. "Yeah?” Anthony’s whole demeanour changed. “What do you need?"

"You."

"Where?” Anthony leaned over towards her so she was again lying back against the arm of the couch. He kissed her neck before his lips brushed against her ear. “Here?"

"Yes."

Anthony slid a strap of her dress off of Kate’s shoulder and pulled down far enough to expose her breast. He lowered his head and blew softly across the increasingly hard nipple.

"Here?"

Kate nodded, her lips pressed together, eyes closed.

"Say yes if you want it, Kate,” Anthony said sternly.

“Yes,” she breathed.

"Here?" he asked as one hand slid into her underwear, the question muffled as his tongue licked circles around her nipple, the fingers of his other hand mirroring the pattern on her other breast.

"Yes."

"If you say please…"

"Jesus Christ, Anthony. Please. Yes, please."

Anthony didn’t want to risk dragging Kate’s knickers over her cast, so it made perfect sense to him to rip them off of her. He chuckled darkly at Kate’s gasp before he stuffed the ruined underwear into his pocket. Anthony freed himself from his trousers before carefully manoeuvring Kate so she was sat on his lap, facing away from him so he could rest her leg on the coffee table.

Kate giggled. “There’s no way you didn’t do some research on how to have sex with a broken leg.”

Anthony wrapped an arm around her and pulled her down as he thrust upward at the same time. Kate’s moan was almost enough for him to lose it right then and there. It had been a while, after all.

“I’ll never tell,” Anthony murmured against Kate’s back.

—

"You've been counting my breaths."

They laid in bed that night. Anthony was beside Kate, his hand resting over her heart. He’d gotten into this position every night since Kate was discharged from the hospital.

"I have."

"Why?"

"Because seeing you in a hospital bed scared the shit out of me, Kate, and I can't stop making sure you're breathing." He said it matter-of-factly, but Kate could see unshed tears reflected in his eyes. She covered his hand with one of hers.

“I’m OK.”

“You could have easily not been,” he said brusquely.

“Anthony…”

“We’d barely gotten started and you were almost taken away from me. I know it’s a selfish way to think about it, but," Anthony shrugged. "I’m a selfish bastard, so…”

“No, you aren’t–"

"It’s because I love you." A couple of the tears that were gathering in Anthony's eyes fell down his cheeks.

Kate turned to face him. Anthony pressed a hand gently against her shoulder.

“No, no, no. Stay on your back.”

“Shut up,” Kate ordered as she pushed his hand away and turned so she could kiss him.

Anthony’s short, ragged breaths slowed as they kissed. She nuzzled his nose. “I love you, too, Anthony.”

Kate’s heart ached a bit at Anthony’s genuinely surprised expression.

“You do?”

“Yes. So much.”

“You’re sure?”

Kate could tell it was an earnest question. “Anthony, of course I am. Come here.”

Kate settled onto her back and pulled Anthony to her, encouraging him to mould his body to the side of hers. He'd been so diligent about avoiding sleeping too closely to her for fear of accidentally shifting to being on top of her, and Kate missed him in that way as well. She wanted him close, wanted to feel him skin to skin as she fell asleep.

And as she did fall asleep, she could tell Anthony remained fixated on the rise and fall of her chest. 

[NOTE: Like Anthony, I also Googled, “how to have sex with a broken leg.” For science.]

[iwaoixreaderangst]

Hello again to my people! So sorry that I haven't been updating on my account at all!! I was so busy either going outside with my family or other things have been keeping me busy the whole week! I apologize for that!

Now without further or do I wrote a very wholesome moment fanfic of iwaoi spending time together with each othe throughout the Olympics.

[Iwaoi oneshot chapter]

It was a long day at Aoba Johsai but the only thing that no one really knew about was how bad Iwaizumi Hajime has fallen for his best friend.

People have been spreading rumuors about how much they think that iwaoi should be canon, but others think it's just a rumuor.

Going on at school they never put it to mind that it's about Iwaizumi Hajime and Oikawa Tooru.

But while the rumuors went on and on for like almost a week by now.. some took notice that the two childhood friends got even closer with each other.

Himari Iwaizumi who's their volleyball manager knows why they've gotten real close with the other but she won't spoil it for the others.

Maybe just a thought that she knew all along.

Or maybe she didn't know that they've been dating from when they were in Kitadai with Kageyama and the others.

Every teacher and student just assumed that they were close friends always wanting to touch each other or give a hug.

But... no! That's not how Aoba Johsai's volleyball team saw it as. They all saw it as nothing but a secretive relationship between their captain and vice captain.

Something that they weren't aware about that they became a couple in their second year of Kitadai.

There were even the staff of their school that's been thinking of how much these two highschool boys are close with each other.

People just never had enough brain cells to tell that they're a couple now after like what?

Two years? After two years or even more of being the cutest but also very protective couple in their school.

But Himari Iwaizumi could remember that one time which Hinata started to flirt with her and she felt disgusted when looking at Kageyama she smiled.

She never wanted her boyfriend to be some redhaired shortie that she has to lean down for them to kiss her.

She likes the type of guys to give her cheek kisses and hand kisses the type that's taller than her those who have short black hair and beautiful blue eyes.

"Shit..." Himari said to herself in her thoughts.. that's when she realized her crush on Kageyama has been getting way more obivious to others around her.

Though later on when other people saw how cute they were being with each other that was when late at night at around 11pm was when Iwaizumi's cousin decided to call him.

In-coming call from Ishikawa...

“ugh! Hajiii! Put your phone off or something! It's bothering me from sleeping! You know your sleep deprived boyfriend doesn't get much sleep!!“

“sssh! I know, it's just my cousin.. I don't see why she has to call me after we just got in my bed.“

“hello? Why are you calling me at 11pm? We're both in bed trying to sleep after you f*cking woke up kawa you know he doesn't sleep right away.“

“sorry!!!! That was my brother! I'll have to scold him again.. sorry Hajime! I'll leave you and Tooru be! Also congrats on being a couple for like what two years?“

“no, it's more than just two years I think it's now five years now.“

When she ended the call Hajime put his phone back on charge as he layed down right behind Tooru giving him kisses everywhere.

“Hajime? I love you..“

“I love you too, Tooru. But now sleep my love.“

Right after Hajime was lightly touching Tooru's arm up and down in such a soothing motion then they both fell asleep in such comfort.

They both know what tomorrow has out for them luckily Tooru got to fall asleep in his boyfriend's arms in his boyfriend's bed all cozied up in his arms.

When the next morning came to be Tooru woke up at 2am from a nightmare he just awoke from he was shaking and crying as he looked at every piece in his lovers room.

Making sure that nothing is coming after him at such a time in the early morning as he felt Hajime turning around.

Tooru's pov:

sigh... this is the worst thing of my life!? Why am I getting these nightmares back again? I shouldn't have gotten them in the first place.. Hajime is asleep which is a good thing..

But... this feels nice.. I love him.. I truly do ugh! Why am I crying again? I-I don't know how to feel about all of this??

When Tooru was still thinking negative while crying he didn't even notice how much that Hajime had woken up to see his upset boyfriend in bed with him crying his eyes out.

All what Hajime saw was him in tears crying and crying not able to stop his tears from running down his face.

He was all above and beyond upset at himself so when ge felt Hajime's arms wrap around his waist and hold him tight.

Tooru continued to cry and cry even more which did in fact had Hajime to start worrying about his upset boyfriend crying in his bed.

Hajime just wants to see how he can help amd fix his boyfriend from being this upset and from crying this much.

Then a thought came to his mind as he looked at Tooru who was still crying sniffling as he held onto Hajime's hand in a soft and gentle grip.

“Tooru? Hey, what's going on? Why are you crying? Baby?“

Hajime asked Oikawa who looked at him blinking all the tears in his eyes away then a wobbling smile came to his face.

As he responded to what Hajime asked him in such a worried tone that made Tooru want to cry some more.

“Y-Yeah? ... another nightmare.. a nightmare Hajime! Ye-yeah?“

Tooru said which had Hajime taking Tooru gently onto his lap as his head was on top of Hajime's shoulder.

Tooru wasn't in a good mood but the silence between them was a delightful thing to happen they didn't need to talk or anything.

When Hajime heard his mother's footsteps coming to his bedroom as she knocked on his bedroom door to hear him responding with a "come in, it's open".

Which his mother pushed the door open slowly as to mot disturb her husband or daughter who's fast asleep in their rooms.

“Hajime? What's wrong honey? I heard crying in your room? Was that Tooru-kun?“

His mother asked him which he smiled softly as he nodded his head to give Tooru a light squeeze back.

Hajime could tell that Tooru was shaking in his lap as he gave his boyfriend a kiss to the forehead.

Mrs. Iwaizumi could tell how Tooru was shaking as she slowly put her hand on his shoulder rubbing it gently when he looked in her eyes and she smiled.

“It's okay dear no ones going to take you away I promise you that. No ones going to bully you or take your insecurities out to the public. Try sleeping for now we'll talk about this more in the morning. Good night you two.“

“night mom.“

When Mrs. Iwaizumi left and closed the door behind her then Tooru looked into Hajime's eyes and was starting to get sleepy.

“tired now, Tooru?“

“mmh..“

When Hajime saw how his eyes were going to close then he layed Tooru down next to him and brought him closer to his side for him to sleep comfortable.

Just in Hajime's arms he'll be at peace and feel no more about his nightmares trying to wake him up.

But he's been scared about his future of when him and Hajime start having kids then a lot of those questions flooded in his mind.

All of those what if questions happening in his mind that couldn't let him sleep at all.

He tried not to think about it. Tooru really did try not to think about all those questions in his mind but that won't let him to sleep.

Bouns Timeskip:

It's been a few years later after Oikawa won the gold medal at the Olympics against  Japan's National Men's Team.

He was proud.. very and truly proud of himself and what he did as he walked past Japan's team and went to his husband with a smile.

Just to see their baby boy Taichi their five year old son who was sitting next to his father and the baby stroller where Towako layed in asleep suckung on her dummy.

“Hey beautiful, are you here to say hi to your babies.“

Hajime said plainly with a smile on his lips which Tooru just smile back and received a hug from Hajime.

Then Tooru Iwaizumi the mother of his five year old son and 7 month old daughter in her baby stroller started crying.

“Tooru? Seriously.. not again!? Stop with your crying. Gee.. you're making me worried all over again.“

That was until both parents felt Taichi's hands on his mother's leg lightly tapping it as Tooru looked down to see how Taichi was smiling back at his mother.

“Mama! Don't cry! Daddy was... um waiting for mama to tell him the news!“

Taichi Iwaizumi said with a little giggle as he heard his sister waking up just to sit on the bench right in front of his sister's stroller.

“Tooru? What's Taichi talking about? What news?“

That was until Tooru leaned forward and whispered in his husband's ear very clear to Hajime that had him picking Tooru up kissing him and spinning him around.

“You're not kidding? You're pregnant? Again?! Gosh Tooru, I fucking love you so much! You'rw the greatest thing that's happened to me.“

“Hajime! Getting emotional now, are we?“

At that Hajime gave Tooru a nice long kiss that had him moaning to and instantly had him smiling at the news.

Hajime Iwaizumi is a proud husband to know they'll soon figure out what the gender is on their baby.

Who knows? Maybe they might have twins? Either tein girls or twin boys? No one knows yet..

Edit: thank you so much for allowing me to take this much time to write such a fluff moment of iwaoi having such troubles to fixing them all! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[theurgic-necromancer]

You awake from another nightmare.

You hate how frequent they've been since you woke up. They were annoyingly frequent before, but they were closer to every other week back then. Now, they seem to come every few days... if not more frequently. You're not the only one getting them, at least. But Zia seems to be less affected by them than you are. It probably helps that she keeps crawling into someone's tent to curl up with them whenever she has a nightmare. People keep waking up to a girl (and sometimes a dog) sleeping next to them.

You, on the other hand, prefer to drown it all in booze.

Astarion happens to stumble across you sitting on the edge of camp, with a bottle of booze you happened to scrounge up from that Zhent stash a while ago. He always seems to be able to find you wherever you manage to crawl off to.

He sits beside you with a dramatic sigh. You don't pay him too much mind. The two of you are usually the only ones up late at night, anyway, owing to the whole "only need four hours of sleep" thing elves have going for them.

"Can you wiggle your ears?" you ask. Astarion stares at you, and you almost laugh when you catch a glimpse of his face out of the corner of your eye.

"No," he says, sounding irritated. "Can you?"

There's a sarcastic tone to his voice. You decide to ignore that for the moment. Screwing your eyes shut, you concentrate really hard on moving your ears. You usually do it without thinking, so it's difficult to do on command.

"...No, it doesn't seem you can," Astarion says after a moment. He sounds vaguely confused by this whole thing. "Why did you even ask? How drunk are you?"

"I'm just buzzed," you claim. It might even be true. Astarion sighs and you open your eyes to see him rolling his.

"If this is what you're like buzzed then I'd hate to see what you look like drunk off your arse."

"If I keep having nightmares, you just might get to see for yourself," you say, squinting into the depths of your current bottle.

"Is it even good booze?" Astarion grabs the bottle from you and takes a swig. He immediately makes a face, lip curling in disgust. "Ugh. Awful."

"It's from the Zhent stash," you point out.

"They have terrible taste in booze." Astarion hands the bottle back to you. "How can you even stomach this stuff?"

You shrug. "I'm not here for the taste right now."

Astarion clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "Darling, if you're going to drink yourself into oblivion, then at least find something better than watered down swill. Like a nice red wine."

"You really like your red stuff, don't you?" you say with an amused snort. "Red wine, red meat..."

"Well, when most of what I eat is already red..."

"Most," you say, gesturing vaguely to your own neck. "Still can't believe you didn't notice."

Astarion huffs. "All blood looks more or less black when it's dark out."

"Sure, sure," you say, grinning.

"...Huh," Astarion says, staring at you. You blink in response. "I didn't realize you also had fangs."

You poke at your teeth absentmindedly. "Oh, right. I sometimes forget about those."

"Are you sure you aren't secretly a dhampyr?" Astarion jokes. You snort again.

"Very sure. I may be an orphan, but I do know who my parents were."

"Oh an orphan, huh?" Astarion says, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hand. "Well, don't you just sound like a protagonist from some sappy hero's tale."

You scoff. "I don't think a lot of people these days would consider me a hero."

"Why not? You certainly have the attitude of one." Astarion wrinkles his nose. "A little goody-two-shoes, on par with Wyll."

"Wyll's like a baby hero, at best," you say, rolling your eyes. "He wants to be the charming prince—the dashing rogue at worst—but he can't see how close he already is to falling from grace."

"Well, if that's not the most scathing thing I've ever heard you say," Astarion says, sounding vaguely impressed. "Seems the alcohol has really loosened your tongue."

You frown and squint into the bottle again. "...Maybe that's my cue to ease up."

Astarion huffs. "Oh, don't be such a spoilsport. Aren't you having fun?"

"Talking to you, yeah," you say, which seems to give Astarion pause. "But the drinking part is suddenly looking less and less fun."

You attempt to haul yourself to your feet. You're not sure if it's the booze or your general lack of coordination that causes you to need more than one attempt. But either way, you manage to stand and stagger off to your tent again.

[clatoera]

uni application season has made me drop off the face of the earth so i'm extremely late coming to this chapter... but omg glim glam and cato.. TRAUMA BONDING?!?!?

cato with a gun. that's the entire review.

i love how simple this chapter is with the most infinite lore ever!!! clove can cook! what! how did that start, what was her favorite recipe, does she partake in... girl dinner?? so many questions.

glimmer with finnick kind of gives the platonic soulmates vibe. i just love how comfortable they are with each other and how much they have this underlying love & respect towards each other even though the other can fuck them over. ugh my beautiful capitol ruined babies.

"“It is. But you can’t change it now. I want to hate you, Finnick. I want to hate you, but then I remember being seventeen and terrified and in pain and you being the only one who could sit with me while I cried in the shower. I want to hate you but you were the one who carried me home after those terrible procedures, every time I cried because I thought I was bleeding to death, Finnick... I want to hate you but it’s hard to hate you when you look so pathetic.” Glimmer takes the risk, reaching her hand out to place it on top of Finnick’s. “How can I hate you, after we ended up in the same terrible sinking boat again.”"

LIKE WHAT? do you have no shame in just ripping out my heart in broad daylight?!?! 'it's hard to hate you when you look so pathetic' is so funny but so sad when you compare it to katniss saying it's hard to be angry at someone who cries so often back in mockingjay. UGH. justice for finnick, he better not die this time around.

CATO WITH A GUN. cato... with a GUN. there should be a hunger games with pipe bombs in it and i think we should place cato in it just for the giggles. i also love how the second they're back with weapons they just revert back to the academy mindset of Kill The Enemy which used to be other tributes but now has morphed into actual treason. well! sucks to be snow i guess! especially now that glim glam is getting her pink gun (which is also bejeweled in my mind)

love it as always! love u! it's all amazing thank u!

Hi bestie! I understand! I am actively working on residency applications as well so I totally understand. I'm actually waiting for my board scores to be released Wednesday so thats why I haven't posted/written another chapter yet, I am literally in too much distress to think of anything else until wednesday afternoon (think of me bc i'm going through it).

Cato and Glimmer trauma bonding was immediately part of the plan once I decided to take Glim Glam to 13. That was a without a doubt going to happen sort of situation if they were together here.

Thank you! The whole idea if these couple of chapters is to establish their lives in 13 and what will happen in a world without the people they love and without anyone to ground them!

Soooo yes Clove can cook. That comes from her childhood, in which she was a neglected little girl in charge of her own meals and keeping herself alive. She learned how to make her little sandwiches and keep herself afloat another day, at like..6...before she went to training at the academy. It compounded in her adult hood as a way to use her knives and keep up to date on fine knifework skills. I think she really got into it once she won and had the time and means to try new recipes. They seem like steak people. Good roast chicken people. I think Miss Clove would participate in girl dinner if not for the fact she's also responsible for feeding her 6'3 man friend who most definitely could not survive on girl dinner with grapes and rice crackers.

Glimmer and Finnick..have gone through a LOT together. They are TRULY trauma bonded and have been working on that bond about 7 years tbh. They have gone through a LOT and they went through a lot TOGETHER. They love each other and they DO respect each other, after all they've been through, they are life long friends. As they deserve.

I did hope it would rip your heart out, if for no other reason than I think it's fun to hear your reaction. I kid i kid but seriously the heart to heart HAD to happen. They had to make up from the whole "hahah no I didn't tell you about a whole rebellion" thing. And while she isn't happy about it, she can't hate him anymore. Not after what they've experienced together and also...because he DOES look pathetic with his little knots.

Cato with a MF gun. That can't even entirely be credited to me. That was honestly @ohhowwehavefallen sending me a tik tok that sent this into existence. She should get credit tbh.

Being back with weapons like..it's almost a comfort for them. It's how they were raised, it's like your favorite stuffed animal after not seeing it for a long time. This is what they know! Weapons! Kill! Enjoy treason! Glimmer has a bedazzled glock everyone watch out!

thank you thank you thank you my love! I am sorry this took me so long, I have been stressing MASSIVE amounts over these exam scores and it's disoriented me!

love you long time bb @lwveless

[amischiefofmuses]

What is your biggest fear? (Morph, Cable, and Constantine maybe?)

Ask Random Muse Questions || Always Accepting

There's silence for a few beats, glances shared between them before John just SIGHS and decides he'll start. Cowards.

-- ❝Since I'm the only one whose got the balls to share, guess I'll start this off.❞ Lighting his cigarette, he takes a long drag and huffs out a plume before he continues. There's no nerves, no shame. ❝Endin' up bein' the one who brings hell to Earth- fuckin' up so hard tryin' to escape my own eternal sufferin' that I end up just changin' locale and doomin' everyone along with me.❞ There's side-eye from Cable, who still doesn't buy into the whatever the petty dabbler is peddling when it comes to talk of Hell and Angels- but the sentiment is close enough to his own that he feels a little more emboldened to share.

-- ❝Mine isn't much different-❞ The admission is gruff, and he can feel the way John and Morph are looking at him, both equally surprised he's actually sharing. Ugh- he regrets opening his mouth but it's too late now to stop without looking like he's backing down. ❝Less.. Hell but that I fuck up the timeline somehow, that I'll be the reason people I care about die.❞ Somehow it's heavier coming from Cable than it is from John- something in the tone, the delivery, like he's seen it happen before. The silence drags. -- ❝Christ, mate. Try t' lighten up a bit, yeah? We're just talkin', y'not about t' be subjected to it.❞ John finally interjects, busying his hands with relighting his cigarette, it's embers having ebbed out while he was stilled.

-- ❝See, mine sounds like NOTHING compared to all that. I'm terrified of being mind-controlled- again.❞ Morph remarks with a half-hearted chuckle, shrugging their shoulders. Though it can't be seen, Cable's own shoulders tense a little, his gaze moving to the floor. ❝Seems to keep happening and I'm hoping it's not a trend.❞ There's been a handful of times now where they've doubted their own control, had to take a moment to do something only they would think of - often resulting in them shapeshifting into something RIDICULOUS. -- ❝Nah- I get it, if it's like bein' possessed then that shit is can be HORRIFYIN'.❞ John nods, settling a hand on Morph's shoulder in support, giving it a squeeze before pulling away. He's been possessed or otherwise puppeteered more times than he can count. ❝Y'know, I've had enough talk of fears now 'cause this is getting far too fuckin' morbid- who wants a drink?❞ -- ❝First lick of sense you've made, count me in.❞ Cable's quick to jump on that particular offer, this whole thing was getting far too emotional for his capabilities. Better to avoid all that. Morph nods, giving a light shrug of their shoulders. -- ❝Yeah, sure, why not.❞

[hana-akari]

"Little Blossom, are you ok? You've been acting a little sickly."

"Ugh, I don't know what's wrong with me lately... I can't keep anything down. I thought maybe it was a stomach bug but it's not getting any better."

Sakura whined softly, still curled up in their bed since early that morning. She had a fit of sickness and just couldn't go into work. On top of that, whatever she's going through has made her feel so tired, and sore. There was, however, a lingering thought in her mind of what it might be, "I... I think I should take a pregnancy test. I-i haven't had my period this month..." If it is that, it would explain everything. It shouldn't come as too much of a surprise if she was. They've been actively trying for a baby since their honeymoon. She just didn't expect it would happen so quickly.

[redstainedglasses]

Experimenting

Glass clinked softly as clawed hands tapped idly at them. Reaper stood at a shelf in the workstation of his garden as he rummaged through his glassware seeking out a proper container. 

"That one." Chimed in a voice, giddy as usual but with an undertone of lessening restraint. Vertebrae was getting bored as she'd been watching him fuss between jars for the past five minutes. She sat at his work bench, both feet up on her seat as she swayed to a rhythm in her mind. The eagerness to get up and move was apparent as she sprang out of her chair and skipped toward him. 

"Come on, that one's perfect!" She was pleading now to get the experiment started. 

Sighing Reaper nodded as he collected the jar from the cabinet and attempted to follow Vertebrae though she had already sprinted deeper into the garden before he would even properly turn around. 

Surely if Reaper had eyes they'd be rolling. Walking out from the workstation it wasn't long before he spotted the small jester. Dangling in the air, in the grasp of a vine from a monstrous plant that held her over its blooming flower maw. 

"You didn't tell me it had teeth!" Vertebrae exclaimed excitedly, clearly without any concern as she was slowly lowered closer to the gaping maw of the plant monster. 

"Not real teeth." Reaper's voice cut through Vertebrae's excitement quickly. He was aware he needed to establish this fact lest she try to harvest from his nursery……..again. 

"Torns." He continued. He too was fairly unphased by the predicament his housemate found herself in. Truly in the short time they've lived alongside one another he'd seen her doing much more dangerous activities. 

The smile on Vertebrae's face soured for a moment before she shrugged. 

Before he could remind Vertebrae once more to not harm the plant, she was swallowed whole by the flower's head. The teeth like thorns weaving together to fully seal her in its maw, ready to begin its digestion process. 

"Don-" His words were cut off by a shriek as the plant flailed violently, the maw of its flower beginning to reopen but a slit from the bottom of its head chased it. As it gaped open to release the threat the lower petals burst open as well. Sliced cleanly open from the inside out. 

Thick gobs of translucent digestive fluids fell to the floor along with Vertebrae who landed cleanly on her feet, arms up in a triumphant display. As though she’d just completed her final circus trick flawlessly. 

"Got it!" She chirped happily as she skipped over to Reaper who simply held the jar toward her. 

The plant writhed in agony its leaves shielding it from further harm as it retreated into itself.

"I told you not to harm it." Reaper chastised but Vertebrae tsked back. Scooping up large blobs of the honey consistency fluids coating her arms and plopped it into the jar Reaper held. 

"It harmed me first." She remarked, "Besides, it cut my arm so it’ll heal in no time." 

Reaper couldn't help but sigh again but remained quiet, clearly aware there wasn't much sense in arguing as unfortunate as it was the jester did have a mild point. 

"Smells sweet," Vertebrae commented as she held her slimy hands to her face giving them a sniff before licking and consuming some of the goop. Reaper was much too late to stop her but he still grabbed her arm to stop her from continuing. 

"Don't eat that." 

Vertebrae smacked her lips a few times as she tasted the substance and made a small grimace, "ugh.....bitter" Releasing his grip Reaper waved an arm dismissively. 

"Our deal?" Vertebrae reminded with a wide smile 

"Bathe first." 

"Aw but you promised" 

"Bathe." At her pout Reaper sighed and gave a soft whistle to his familiar. The white and black raven flew to his outstretched arm. Reaper tilted his head to Vertebrae and the small bird nodded causing the jester squeal with delight. 

With a quick backflip she fell into a shadow portal provided by The Shade. A splash of water could be heard as she was clearly sent to the washrooms. Scythe followed quickly after and the portal sealed. 

Walking back to his station Reaper reflected on how willing Scythe was now allowing himself to follow Vertebrae. Not long ago the small bird feared the jester and would always flee or hide away when she was present. Clearly untrusting of her. But now the two were getting along better with each passing day. 

Setting the jar down on his bench he realized he himself was getting along better with her as well. Previously he’d rarely even pay attention to her even if she attempted to engage in even the most casual of conversations, and to think only a few months ago he wasn’t even allowing her access to his secluded garden and yet now? He was continually prompting her to assist him in his experiments. Even making small deals with her in exchange for her service. Deals which Scythe now eagerly agreed with. 

When did it change? Was it during one of the fleeting moments of a lonely creature he spotted darting along the hallways at night to whisper soft goodnights to her bone collection? Was it when he saw her cheerful display of whimsy as she giddily chatted and entertained a few lost souls drawn to his Scythe? Perhaps when he heard her soft sobs in the night as the gramophone played somberly alongside her after another failed experiment of hers? Maybe it’s all that and more. 

Perhaps he was the one changing as well. He’d never had thoughts or reflections like this previously. Was their shared blessing to account for this or was it simply the fact their shared proximity allowed him to be open to change? He’d spent centuries amongst humans and other life forms but realized he never truly lived with them. Merely around them.

He scratched at his palm idly. Was all this thinking causing him…distress? Wait no. 

A soft sizzling broke Reaper from his thoughts as he looked down at the glass jar on his workbench. The glass was melting and the digestive fluids from the plant monster were oozing onto his table. He looked down at his hand and realized the glove on the hand he’d grabbed Vertebrae’s arm with had melted away too. His exposed palm was intact thankfully although mildly itchy. 

Ah...perhaps this wasn't good. 

As if on cue a shadow portal appeared nearby. Revealing the washroom where Vertebrae was soaking in a bath. She smiled widely at him as she raised her arms up. Gold blood poured down them as she held up part of her intestines with much too much enthusiasm. 

"Look! It melted my stomach open!" She laughed as she stood up revealing the gorey mess the substance had left her and luckily her gilded blood was already working to reseal the wounds.

Reaper would only stare for a moment at the scene before sighing and getting up. Shedding his gloves, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and gathering his notepad he stepped through the portal. 

"Don't eat that." He snapped as Vertebrae held her organs up to her mouth. 

"Aww..." 

[kudosmyhero]

Daredevil (vol. 1) #97: He Who Saves

Read Date: February 20, 2023 Cover Date: March 1973 ● Writer: Gerry Conway ◦ Steve Gerber ● Penciler: Gene Colan ● Inker: Ernie Chua ● Colorist: {uncredited} ● Letterer: John Costanza ● Editor: Roy Thomas ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● I am so ready for Matt to move back to NYC. I wonder how much longer he'll be in the Bay Area. and what was the point out there? ● anyway. this isn't my first time reading the Dark Messiah. I don't remember him being a young blond guy doing acrobatics, though… ● a dog attacks him, he falls and hits his head, and his acrobatics career has just ended ● nice shot of DD getting into action

● I was just about to say something about DD moving a trauma victim, but the paramedic beat me to it ● …..except that they say it's for "union rules" and that they can make an exception for Daredevil? okaaaay ● Jones gets taken off in a boo-boo bus, and cops tell DD about some gunmen at a university laboratory ● (uh, yes, there can be long waits in emergency rooms, but my guess is they would triage him and he'd be moved up the priority list being an unconscious head-wound victim…) ● DD finishes fighting the 4 gunmen and se--well, doesn't see--but realizes they're quite young. cop tells him they've been having trouble with kid gangs lately ● in the hospital, someone wheels away Jones ● ah, the "someone" is some kind of mad scientist. I'll bet there's gonna be some body-swapping happening! ● DD goes home, still wondering about the acrobat ● they still haven't quite shown Matt's eyes in any of the 96 1/2 issues of volume 1 I've read so far

● ugh, another poor emotional damsel needing to be held by a big strong man 🙄 ● Matt looks very different in profile this issue. new artist? (too lazy to look at this exact moment) (later: nope, still Gene Colan) ● Matt and Tasha should take their conversation elsewhere so Ivan can sleep ● oh, so I guess Ivan's been out for 2 days. never mind. ● …Matt is wearing clear-lensed glasses…. ● Dark Messiah uses purple lasers from his eyes to free his disciples (the kid gangs) from the local lock-up ● …

● the glowy eyes knocks DD out for half an hour. when he comes to, his cop buddy Carson helps him to his cruiser where he introduces his partner, McHenry ● Mordecai and about 200 followers are at Golden Gate Park, and they've set up a barrier so that the cops can't get in ● DD tries to get through the force field but is zapped out of the air ● Ha! Dark Messiah calls DD out on being dressed "in the garb of Satan" ● his three "Disciples of Doom" step forward: Josiah the Deceiver, MacAbee the Tall, and Uriah the Faithful ●👏👏👏

Synopsis: When street performer Mordacai Jones is seriously injured when he is attacked by a dog during one his street performances, he is rushed to the hospital by Daredevil, however instead of getting medical treatment, his unconscious body is captured by a mysterious figure who changes him into the Dark Messiah.

With Black Widow still recovering from injuries sustained in her battle against the Man-Bull, Daredevil has to combat the Dark Messiah alone, after the Messiah has used his powers to free "disciples" from prison. During his battle against the Dark Messiah, Daredevil is struck down and is soon shocked to find that the prisoners that the Messiah had freed were given powers as well and joined his Disciples of Doom.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Daredevil_Vol_1_97)

Fan Art: Daredevil by retkit

Accompanying Podcast: ● Josh and Jamie Do Daredevil - episode 14

[delicris]

wtf is up with that teacher!!!!! i'm so sorry i hope the CAE isn't too bad on you and that you get to have a little break cause it's very important (that reminds me I'll need to take the CAE soon oh god i just hope it's just CAE and not CPE)

omg i'm glad the driving lesson was fun!!!!! i'm so proud of you for it!!!!!!!

awwww that's so cuteeeeeeee!!!!! this person sounds honestly amazing because this is so niceeee!!!!

yes the rest of my classes went alright!!!! tho I still have english course tonight ugh

hope the chem studying doesn't go too bad!!!!! and that you manage to sort out the tickets and that you have a brilliant time with your friends on Saturday!!!!!!!

OMG YAYYYYYYYY I'M GLAD FOR YOU!!!!!!!

I usually don't mind the rain but it's actually too much. like last week they cancelled three days of school cause of it and tomorrow morning I won't have classes again cause of it and some people are loosing their homes and are having a really hard time which is very shitty. hope it goes away soon

also I just realized!!!!! we now both have kitty cats on our pfps!!!! we're pfp cat buddies!!!!!!!

my teacher asked me if i wanted to give CPE a try and i just gave her this incredulous look... like, dear, i don't need to traumatise myself even more, i think the CAE is more than enough, but i hope you'll do well!! i did a mock test and i passed it with quite a lot of points to spare, so i'm not that worried about it, but it's still something on top of everything else and school has been a proper bitch lately... BUT WE'LL DO GREAT, I'M SURE OF IT

the person is the best, they've been a lovely little beam of light, keeping me warm <33

ENGLISH COURSE SOUNDS INTERESTING, i just hate that you still have classes, i'd be dead by now if i were you

chem is kicking my ass... as always... but i'm kicking it back twice as hard (or at least i'm trying to)

oh fuck, that's terrible and so terrifying to hear!! i hope you are and your family is all doing okay, i'm sending all the strength your way, darling <3 there hasn't been much raining happening lately, so it was rather welcomed since it's been a dry couple of weeks at this point

MATCHING CAT PFPS!! I LOVE THAT SO MUCH!! THE KITTY PFPS ROCK!!