#very random thought but . they r dear to me

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

sashisu call each other gay as an insult (they’re all queer) and get chewed out in public i think

[hp-hcs]

yanxidarlings here~ literally screamed when i saw you followed me because your writings were the direct inspiration for my latest post 💖 but im curious to see your take on yandere! poly! mattheo and theodore with m! reader or just more poly headcanons because i am never. going. to. get. enough. of. them

OH MY FUCKING GOD UR KIDDING I WAS THE ANON WHO REQUESTED UR LATEST POST

IM FEELING STARSTRUCK RN 🙇‍♂️👑

requests open, please dear god

Yk, reader is (lovingly) so fucking oblivious

Like, his friends will be like “hey you’re getting pretty close with like, the two most obsessive and violent guys at this school aha”

And reader will be like “lol they’re so silly goofy aren’t they 😌”

Inspired purely by your “you know people think we're gay and dating, right?” “aren't we?” I present:

“you know people think we’re gay and dating, right?” “aren’t we?” — yandere! mattheo riddle x oblivious! male! reader x yandere! theodore nott

completely unedited cause i gotta sprint to my lecture broski

TWs: possessive/obsessive behavior, brief mentions of violence, one instance of slut-shaming (?)

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Honestly, you thought nothing of it when you were informed that due to “space issues” you were being moved to room with The Theos™. You just shrugged and followed the very anxious house-elf who had informed you of the switch to your new room.

Your trunk and belongings were there already, waiting to be set up and organized. Mattheo and Theo were hovering in the doorway looking a bit too pleased with the situation for comfort.

You just quietly said “hi” and moved past them, dumping your school bag on your new bed and flopping down next to it.

Theo and Mattheo practically trip over themselves rushing to “befriend” you. (Their words, not mine)

You all share a dorm, so it wasn’t long before they realized the other was obsessed with you.

Then, it’s all out war.

I’m talking mysterious falls down the moving stairs, getting locked out of the dorm all night, randomly being chased by bludgers—even when they aren’t playing.

Random fistfights between them whenever they see each other in the halls.

That all goes out the window, though, when reader is asked out.

Reader comes back to his dorm after a long day and finds The Theos sitting side-by-side on the edge of the his bed.

“When were you going to tell us that you became the class whore?” Mattheo drawled, his lips thinning in disapproval and disgust.

“W-what?” You ask, completely taken aback.

“We heard that little Y/N L/N’s got himself a date to the Yule Ball,” Theodore adds. “Who is it? That Parkinson girl? The Diggory boy?”

“Wh- no. I said no anyways.”

The boys scrutinize you, exuding an air of judgement.

Finally, Theodore pipes up. “Good boy.”

😳

“Aww, what’s this? Look, Riddle. Y/N’s blushing,” Theodore teases.

They make a quick mental note of that 📝

Anyways, they eventually find out who asked you out. They call a ceasefire on their own personal war, and team up to beat the shit out of the poor guy/girl.

After that, babycakes, if they didn’t already know before, everyone at Hogwarts now knows that you are TAKEN. (Even though you don’t.)

They tolerate each other, but just barely. They can really only stand each other when you three all curl up in one of your beds or on the common room couch.

Then, they’re the clingiest mfs you’ve ever met.

They have absolutely no sense of a personal space bubble. One of them is always touching you in some way, whether it be holding your hand, resting a hand on your hip or shoulder, putting their hand on your lower back…

Theodore charmed your chair in History of Magic to be impossible to move, so you can’t scoot away from him.

If you’re relaxing on the couch in the common room, Mattheo will move to sit right next to you (like r i g h t next to you) and put your legs in his lap. He tried once before to get you to just sit in his lap, but you told him no (like an idiot) and avoided him for the rest of the day. That is, until you woke up to him in your bed next to you.

Homeboy was not happy about that.

He is manipulative as fuck and will gaslight you to no end. He uses his shitty childhood and bad father to get you to pity him.

(It works.)

It’s obviously disconcerting for you when your boyos go from ‘actively out for each other’s blood’ to ‘eh, you’re fine, i guess’

You guys were watching a movie in your dorm one night, all piled onto your bed, and they accidentally fell asleep there. They woke to you already gone for breakfast and them with their arms around each other.

“If you ever bring this up again, I’ll kill you.”

“Oh, believe me, they’d never find your body.”

They become way more open about their attraction to you, everything from kissing your cheek, to making you wear their clothes (esp their jerseys with their last name on them), to asking you your ring size.

I completely agree with your headcanon of Mattheo neck kisses 😩🤌

Eventually though, because you are an oblivious gay disaster, you’re just chilling on the couch and you’re like “Hey guys, you know everyone thinks we’re gay right? And like, all dating each other?”

“What, like we aren’t?”

y/n: 😳🤨☺️🏳️‍🌈👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

[ms0milk]

✧ forget-me-nots ✧

trying to pass on some of the appreciation I receive here because it's crazy to break the 4th wall for a second and really internalize how this community is driven by creativity and mutual loving. here's a list in random order of my most dear to me loves + a few nonmutuals whose work i think of often, and the pieces that remind me most of them

when they come for you in the night (thorfinn x reader) | @gardenofnoah

the depth of dive i had to take through your blog to find this is just.. the moment i hit "when you’ve known nothing but cruelty, kindness would surely be terrifying" it was game over. thorfinn came so so to life and this was such a stunnning introduction to your style. youve written so much now and i find myself always totally stunned! but i still always think of this one first. (i give it all to you also spills out of my brain sometimes while im trying to go about the world and was a close contender + this bkg x feral creature little piece of wonderful)

you. that's what happened, you (maki x reader) | @neiptune

you already know, i would be a godless liar if said i didn't think about this weekly; the maki rizz is heretofore unmatched, this piece went above and beyond all req expectations, “hold my hand, they’ll think something’s wrong if you don’t” will be the epitaph on my tombstone. you have the power to make me love all those boys ive never even thought about, and when it was time to write for my actual wife you cracked your knuckles and made sure id never be satisfied by another! (aint that the worst thing you ever heard also reminds me of you sm, eren aot of all people)

unsubtle pro shinsou drabble | @moonbeamwritings

i can feel the heat of shinsou's crush through both our screens it is just perfection!!! what a dweeb. love to send this to myself so its easy to find and reread on the regular

To Shape a Home (bkg x reader) | @kweenkatsuki-fics

not only do the stardew vibes shine through every corner, this fic was carved out with such care it makes the relationship + bkg's growth all the more precious! "yer nothin’ to go nuts over." was an insane introduction and the two of them only got better and better and sweeter and stickier with time (ao3 tagged bc i cant find your beautiful masterlist marquie sosrrrrry)

bittersweet (vash x reader) | @heich0e

i remember exactly where i was when i read this for the first time and I remember how excited I was to find a vash fic after so long loving trigun! i didn't even know the new series had been released yet! this was agonizing, such a soft characterization for both, and the desert was so palpable-- the setting really added so much spice to an already seasoned piece

hanafuda (tanjiro x reader) | @cherryblossomsenpai

way way back in 2022 this was one of the first tanjiro pieces i ever read that really made a romantic argument for him. love his exhaustion, exasperation, fear and relief all wrapped up in one hug "The rest of his lecture is indecipherable," bc he's just crying so hard! total sweetheart, so in character

kirishima drunk girl wrangler | @mechamedusa

dusa🫱🏻‍🫲🏼kirishima ofc your kiri thoughts are unmatched and this one is so quintessential, when i think of him i think of you. he is so wrangler shaped! the perfect boyfriend, your mind is a treasure trove

wedding vows (hashira x reader) | @meowzfordayz

to my very first friend <3 you'd think the piece i associate most with you would be one of giyuus and you write so so impressively much it was hard to decide, but this hashira drabble wrung me by the neck when I first read it, and it still crushes me that your kyojuro isn't a real man i can go outside and hunt for sport. "I have an energy bar in my suit pocket — just in case." a snack for his partner at their own wedding put me down, love your mind always

sleepy rengoku drabble | @vampcubus

my femdom queen! why was it so hard for me to remember which character this was written for? reader's rizz blinded me, thank you for introducing me to dom!reader works bc now every sexy hc i have is filtered through the puppysub filter to make all those big strong boys tastefully more submissive

anything to do with anika~ | @ltadoriyuujl

love your oc, she's such a caring nuclear bomb! loved reading your wonderful chara exploration piece and being able to write for her myself! what a trust fall

the only exception (yuuji x reader) | @touyangel

yuuji is such a boyscout at the end of the world, even in total tragedy he is kind and calm and caring. thinking about "If he wasn’t teaching you how to decapitate something that used to be human, it might have been romantic." this one hurts so so good and very easily convinced me love on him. even with all the choso pieces of yours I adore, this yuuji piece reminds me most of you (this sick choso drabble is a close second!)

menthol (aki x reader) | @cyancherub

the smut hall of fame all time champion on my knees on the floor kicking my feet and smiling, love the characterization in this piece! car guy/childhood friend/overprotective/smoke sess/ so intimate and perfectly filthy. a tried and true classic, this is a blessing

fill my little world right up (aizawa x reader) | @shibaraki

the fic of all time yeah, WHAT a way to be introduced to your writing and what a privilege! this piece is just a beating heart, every action and character introduction felt like a memory, the love was so palpable. reread this one all the time, can't believe it's free, want to bind a copy for my bookshelf

cor unum (sukuna x reader) | @vampyrsm

this was the first writing i ever saw from you and in an effort of solidarity (im finishing a longform fic as well and holy fuck) i've very recently started reading and can already tell how much care you had for this world and its characters. the dedication to setting and history is so cool and rare in reader fics, can't believe you're letting us read all this for free! what a tome, seriously looking forward to it (and this bkg thought abt crowded places! mmm)

i love you more than being seventeen (nanami x reader) | @strawberrystepmom

this fucking guy oh my god, this fic almost put me in the hospital, so so glad you reposted. "hey. I love you." OOhhhHHGoowwAWAWAAAA this is such a timeless character piece-- nanami running away from this word he hates, job he hates, girl he loves, and coming back to it all knowing he'll die and knowing its worth it. i get chills

strawberry stars on my lips (bkg x reader) | @willowser

breaking the rules of speed dating is insanely romantic, probably the most romantic thing someone has ever thought of and this is the piece i think of when i think of your blog. bkg is simultaneously so constipated and so vulnerable i almost feel like i have to cover my eyes for him and it is sugary sweet in the best way. happy hiatus!

[thescarletnargacuga]

:)))))))

Showtime, extremely tragic Showtime:

Pomni, even though she's in a great relationship with Caine, can't stop herself from missing home and thinking about the exit. As much as Caine tries, he can't ever fully ease her worries and she begins to abstract. He tries to stop it but ends up getting a bit corrupted as well and is forced to send the abstracted Pomni into the cellar

A/N: remember, you asked for this

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW

A TRAGIC SHOWTIME ONESHOT

WARNING: HEAVY ANGST, HURT/NO COMFORT, INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS, PANIC ATTACK, ABSTRACTION, BODY HORROR, LOSS OF A LOVED ONE, GRIEF

~~~

"It's all a lie...isn't it?" Pomni asked herself out loud as she quietly sobbed into her pillow. The whole world around her wasn't real, why would anything in it be real? The voices in her head hissed and nashed the most terrible things.

THERE ARE NO FRIENDS! ONLY FELLOW HOSTAGES!

HE'S ONLY TOYING WITH YOU!

YOU'RE A STOCKHOLM CASE; YOU SICK, LONELY PERVERT!

YOU NEVER MATTERED!

AND YOU NEVER WILL!

Pomni's chest tightened. The air in the room felt thick, impossible to breathe. Her vision swam as her heart raced. A buzz rang in her ears, growing increasingly louder. Her head pounded.

THERE IS NO ESCAPE!

YOU WILL SUFFER HERE FOREVER!

THEY KNEW! THEY ALWAYS KNEW!

YOU'RE WEAK!

HE'S HAD HIS FUN! HE'S DONE WITH YOU!

"Please..." Pomni gasped for air, her lungs refusing to take deep breaths. The very walls of her room felt alive with the buzz in her ears. Digital static getting louder and closer.

A sudden spasm makes her whole body scream, lightning bolts of pure agony rack her brain. She opens her mouth to scream...but no sound comes out.

NO EXIT!!

NEVER WANTED!!

BROKEN!!

DISGUSTING!!

PATHETIC!!

Pomni's body spazzed out of control. Pixels of her image stuttered and jolted in random directions. She felt like she was being torn apart but ten thousand scalpels. Her skin started to tear, black static pushing its way out. Her pupil searched widely for nothing, the whites of her eyes gradually turning pink and green and yellow.

NO WAY OUT!!!

NO WAY OUT!!!

NO WAY OUT!!!

NO WAY OUT!!!

NO WAY OUT!!!

The voices shook her to the core. Their thunderous cacophony of screeching wails felt as physical as her breaking body. She held her glitching hands out in front of her face, watching them fade to black and eyes peer back from her palms.

~

Caine knocked lightly on Pomni's door. "Good morning, my dear! I know you said you weren't feeling well last night, and you might skip today's adventure, but I thought I'd pop by and check on you." He waited a bit for a response. "Pomni?" He knocked again. No answer.

He slowly opened the door. "My dear, are you-" His code turned to ice. Pomni was half abstracted, staring madly in his direction. "POMNI!?! NO!!" He tried snapping away her glitches. They only got worse. Her screams lagged and stuttered as she writhed in the ground.

"NO! NO, NO!! I can fix this!!" He tried grabbing her hand. It was as though he tried grabbing a red hot iron. Pain seared up his arm to his elbow, his avatar glitching. His code ached from the contact, but he tried again. This time, the glitch was so bad, he fell out of the air. His body unused to gravity, he laid slump on the ground next to her. He tried meeting her wild gaze. "Please!! Please, don't do this! Stay with me! I love you, Pomni!!"

"LI--I-I-AA-R-R!!" Her eyes flashed multicolor madness. "E-XX-I-I-IT-T!!"

Caine could only watch as her pale skin blotched to pitch. Her face distorted and warped into an abstracted mass of corrupted code. Eyes of elvarious color opened at every point on her nonsensical enlarging form. He braced himself against the wall, his unglitched hand poised to snap.

He couldn't do it. There has to be something he hasn't tried. Anything! THINK!! ....nothing. There was only one fate for the abstracted. His hand shook with indecision.

The abtraction formally known as Pomni jittered and twitched in place, staring down at Caine.

LIAR.

EXIT.

LIAR.

EXIT.

LIAR.

EXIT.

Pomni's own voice now joined the chorus of insanity within the entity, stripped of identity and purpose, forever lost in the abyss.

The abstraction lunged at Caine, intent to make him suffer. He snapped.

The dark portal to the cellar opened directly beneath the abstraction, swallowing it and most of the furniture in the room. A pitiful, glitched wail came from the abstraction as it fell. Caine crawled on his hands and knees, watching the abstraction fade from sight.

His whole body quivered as hot tears poured from his eyes, falling into the pit. His right hand still glitched horribly and stung with piercing sharp pain, but it did not compare to the pain in his heart. He gasped, choking on air and he sobbed.

"POMNIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He fell to his elbows, his face to the floor. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't want to....I still...love you..."

She had called him a liar. "Please...Pomni....what did I do wrong? I tried...so hard...I love you....I promise, I do..."

You threw her in the cellar.

"I didn't...want..."

You ARE a liar.

"No...no..."

She always felt that way.

"Pomni..."

JOIN HUSER

He held his glitching hand, looking into the pit. Gazing within the absence of everything, he imagined himself falling. A new sensation. Perpetually casting his favor with those who lurked below... including her.

"Pomni..." His voice shook with grief. "I can't...how can I...please, come back." He whimpered.

The cellar silently beckoned him. Pulling him to her.

He reached out. His glitching digits feeling like needles under his skin.

Caine...

"Pomni..."

This way...

"I'm coming..."

[jacksfandomrandom]

~Flare up~

Vaggie has bad chronic back pain even after she gets her wings back. what will happen when you pain flares up and she tries to hide it, making it worse?

Having wings was the best and the worst in Vaggies opinion. She was no longer intimidated by tall shelves, she could kiss Charlie on the forehead, she had a height advantage in battle finally, and Charlie thought they looked hot. But a few downsides were definitely having to preen them, the reminders of heaven, and oh yeah, her back pain got worse. She used to have chronic pain from the trauma her back endured when her wings were ripped off. It was basically like someone ripping your leg off. She had a lot of phantom pains but unfortunately they got worse when she did get her wings back. Why did they get worse? Her back now had to work a lot more and she had to use her core more when flying. It made her back sore almost all the time. Unfortunately, she would also get intense flair ups. Basically, it was when her already sore back would get increased pain at random times. Sometimes it was brought on by something or it was just random.

In order to stop Charlie from worrying whenever her flair ups would happen, she would try to hide them the best she could. She knew it wasn’t the best to lie but she didn’t want her partner to spend a lot of time on her when she could be worrying about the hotel. If she knew, she might suggest that she stay out of bad situations in case her pain was flaring up. That would be horrible because then Vaggie wouldn’t be able to protect her princess.

However, one day, that all changed.

Vaggie was helping out with the activities as normal, trying to work on redeeming Angel and doing things that were personalized to helping him. They were doing a bean bag toss game mixed with a therapy lesson where every time you missed the whole, you had to restate the coping mechanism you would use when you have urges.

It was Vaggie’s turn to toss and she made it in the hole first try. Alastor came up from behind her and slapped her back. 

“Great job, dear!” He congratulated her with a very mocking smile. She couldn’t even pay attention as she felt pain building up. It was getting mighty strong that she could barely move. She held her breath, trying to wait for it to pass but it didn’t.

“Oi, Toots, mind moving?” Angel asked as it was now his turn.

“R-right, sorry,” She tries her best to move back to the end of the line. Charlie could sense something was wrong and went up to her.

“Babe, are you okay, that seemed to have really hurt you,” Charlie asked with worry in her voice.

“Y-yeah, the slap just scared me is all,” She assured. Charlie left her alone, trusting her partner enough.

As the activity went on, the flare up got worse. It continued to build up with every moment. Her head was starting to throb in coherence with her back. It was actual torture just trying to move. She didn’t even try when her turn came next to throw the bag. It caused her so much agony.

Charlie could tell something was up with vaggie. She was acting so secretive but also like she was suffering. She hated seeing her partner hurt and tried to talk to her about it again but Vaggie quickly changed and avoided the topic.

When Vaggies turn came once again, she was scared. She was now feeling really lightheaded and the agony was horrible. She wanted to rip the flesh out of her back. She just wanted the pain to go away. It took everything for her to not moan and whimper in pain with every step she took to get to the front. When she bent over to pick up the bag, she felt her legs start to shake and her vision was getting wonking. She stood back up and swayed.

The pain suddenly reached its peak. She grunted and fell to the floor, almost passing out in the process.

“Vaggie!” Charlie ran up to her and sat down with her on the floor and set her head in her lap.

Vaggie whimpered, not being able to keep up the mask anymore. Her breathing was labored and heavy. She gripped tightly to Charlies pant leg.

“It hurts…so bad. Make it go away…” she cried softly. It was too much. She needed help. Now she had to ask for it.

“What hurts?” Charlie asked with concern filling her voice. After getting more whines in return, she asked again, “Please tell me, baby,” 

“B-back. F-flare up…” Vaggie whimpered. Even talking made her pain worse. She was sweating from shoving the feelings down.

Luckily, Charlie knew what this meant. She knew that Vaggie had chronic pain and flare ups but never knew they were this bad. Vaggie would only ask for a painkiller, saying it wasn’t bad enough that she needed anything more. Charlie always offered to give her a massage but Vaggie always turned her down, saying that it really wasn’t that bad. And of course, she believed her.

So, when Vaggie told her about the flare ups, crying, Charlie knew it was bad. 

“Angel, go grab an ice pack from the freezer, Husk, get an over-the-counter painkiller from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom,” She commanded. The two split up, grabbing the things, now knowing how serious this was due to Charlie’s tone.

“It’s okay, sweetie, the pain will be gone soon, I promise,” She tightly embraced her head and kissed her forehead. Charlie gently tried to massage her back.

“a-AH” Vaggie yelped in pain. Charlie quickly took her hands back, seeing the negative reaction. 

Angel returned with multiple ice packs and a heating pad, just in case. He used to have flare ups in his back from when he first started his porn career, so he knew how to deal with them. He wasn’t used to the intense work days so he would often have back pain.

“Here. If these don’t work in the next five to ten minutes, try the heating pad instead,” he advised. Charlie mumbled a thank you before placing them everywhere on Vaggies back. Charlie was still sitting on the floor, criss-cross, with Vaggies head in her lap.

Husk came back with a water bottle and a bottle of pills. He handed them to Chralie and she proceeded to take two out.

“Open up, honey,” She told Vaggie in a soft and calming voice. Vaggie moved her head slightly and opened her mouth. Charlie set the two pills in her mouth and held the water to her lips. After she swallowed the water, making the pills go down, she laid her head back down in her lap.

After about 4 minutes of Vaggie laying down on Charlie, she stopped whimpering. Charlie saw this as progress. Everyone was sitting around them, waiting anxiously. It scare them to see their strongest shoulder cry in pain due to back problems. They could only imagine how bad it must be. 

Finally after about 12 minutes, the pain died down. She felt so much better, but still kept her head in her lap. It felt nice. Her lap was warm and comforting. Any parts of Charlie were warm and comforting if she’s being honest.

“M sorry for making you all worry,” She apologized. Being a burden to people made her feel a bit weird and awkward. She doesn’t know how to react because she wasn’t used to people caring.

“Ay, don’t worry ‘bout it, toots. I understand how bad d’ees flare ups can get. If ya ever want to talk ‘bout it, I’m here,” Angel told her. Even though they fought a lot, he still tried to bond with her in ways.

“Thanks…” Vaggie mumbled tiredly. All that agony really tuckered her out. And Charlie was extremely comfy and she wanted to savor the moment.

“How about we move you to bed?” Charlie asked. 

“Mk” she replied. Charlie handed the ice packs and heating pad to Angel before lifting her fallen angel up. The pornstar followed them up to their room and helped Vaggie get situated. They had her lie on her stomach on the bed with the ice packs on top of her.

Even though she hated being a burden to people, it was nice to know that people actually care about her. She wasn’t very used to it because of how brutal heaven was. But she was slowly getting better and that's all that mattered.

[heartilywrites]

hi! I wanna say I really love your works!!!

I have a korra x reader childhood friends to lovers idea where korra and reader are really really really close friends and they're constantly very touchy with each other where they're kinda in a 'what are we?' relationship

،، 𝓛ove me back ; Korra

request guide | masterlist

resume: just a couple of really close best friends, right?

content warning: fluff ; if you squint, theres angst ; Korra x fem!reader ; r is from the Southern Water Tribe, but no bending status mentioned ; eye color description ; open ending,,, i think- ; no use of y/n

wc: 2.3k

a/n: oh youre going to hate me so much, but listen: i wanted to establish the relationship in this part, but suddenly good luck babe started to play and my brain went ~funky~ if we have luck i can make a part 2— THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING AND FOR LIKING MY WORK, DARLING, ENJOY :D

“ You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth.

Warm hands were felt looking for rest on your waist before they started to guide you to seat. “That's better!” Korra's voice sounded at your back, leaving a small kiss on your shoulder and now hugging you completely while resting her chin on your shoulder.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What were we talking about, again?” you asked, your back started to rest against her chest and both hands on top of the avatar's arms.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We were talking about what should we do this weekend.” she reminded again, you nodded.

Under the light given by the full moon that night, Korra and you were together once more letting time pass.

She had been your best friend almost since you could remember, your parents had always been close with Korra's even before you two were born and after the two family's addition, they made you hang out together to carry on with the friendship. Playing outside, learning about the tribe together, seeing Korra practice her three bending ways after discovering she was the avatar; in everything she had lived, you were there, she could find you by her side in any memory.

A year before she arrived to Republic City, you had moved there from the southern water tribe in looks of more opportunities, but not even the distance between you two could make the friendship weak. You wrote to Korra weekly telling her about how your life at the city was going and how you couldn't wait for her to come to Republic City finally.

What you didn’t expect on a random weekday getting ready to go to work was a telegram from the Air Temple Island asking your presence there as it had been requested by Korra, you called in to your job telling that you would be absent due to illness and quickly made your way to the island. When the avatar saw you step out the boat she was fast to run and pick you in her arms, both giggles combined while your legs trapped her torso.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm so happy you're here!” she exclaimed hugging your waist tight and allowing her head rest on your chest.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “That's what I should tell you!” you said back, tiny kisses were left on her crown by your lips. “Dear spirits, I thought I wasn't going to see you again in this lifetime.” clearly exaggerated.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm so glad to finally meet you,” a male voice called your name and both of you turned to look at said direction, being met by the airbender master with his three kids.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh! Master Tenzin!” you untangled your legs from Korra as she put you down, but never got away. A small bow was made as a greeting and once you straightened, Korra pulled you closer by the shoulder as if you weren't already next to each other. You didn’t push her either, both arms went to hug her by the waist. “Thank you so much for allowing me to visit the island.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “No need, Korra was just impatient to see you and we didn’t know where you live.” he answered, the girl cleared her throat.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Alright, if you excuse us I would like to show my best friend around and then we'll go to the city.” Korra changed the subject, the older man opened his mouth to talk. “I'll be safe and back before night time! I got the most responsable citizen with me.”

Safe to say after that, you two became even more inseparable than before. Korra got used to the city faster thanks to your tours and how you were always taking her out to hang out.

When the girl met her new friends, she made sure you were also included in the plans with them as she wanted you by her side in her avatar journey. It was only a matter of time for the whole group to be comfortable with each other and act as best friends within the other.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “How long have you been with Korra?” the engineer asked you one day while eating lunch, you looked at the named and then to Asami.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, pretty much since I can remember.” you nodded and Korra mirrored your action by your side.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “That's so sweet... You two look so cute together.” the comment was followed by coughs coming from the avatar and you after choke on food and water at being caught off guard, everyone panicked and helped the two of you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “N–No!” the exclamation came hoarsely. “We are just best friends!” Korra made the clarification while you took deep breaths in.

A part of you felt wrong the way she answered. Of course you two were best friends, but... why did your chest felt a pressure at that title?

'we are almost like sisters, we deserve a better title.' your logic thought, 'suppressed feelings just dilate themselves until you can't hide them anymore, that's when they explode.' your subconscious argued back.

You only were able to nod again, agreeing to what was said by the girl. The confusion didn’t make things weird after, thankfully, as it had happened before when you were beginning your teenage years and some people had began to question if you two were really just friends. Back then it was all laughs when you got that question, Korra would say no and you two would have brush it off.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I need to go,” you announced, Korra's hand stopped playing with your hair and her lips made a pout, you smiled at her sight. “I'm sorry, darling, I need to sleep early, we have this big project presentation tomorrow.”

A very exaggerated sigh left her mouth and she nodded. “Fine, let's go then...”

Walking by the hand, Korra and you arrived to your apartment not even thirty minutes after. Even at your door, the both of you stood there for a moment, talking about anything, trying to delay your farewell knowing you would see each other the next day.

That was the night you stayed up almost the whole time wondering, what made people believe you two were dating? It was true, you were inseparable and always next to each other, but all best friends do that, don't they? Why did it bother you so much when she said no? Your mind flooded with unanswered questions that only made your mind think a bunch of possibilities.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Wait... What? You want me to what?” furrowed eyebrows met Korra's gaze, she giggled, blushed.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Teach me how to kiss...” she repeated, her teeth bitting the inner part of her cheek. “I know you know how to, you have this face of I already had my first kiss and I didn’t tell my best friend about it.”

Your face felt hot from one moment to the other, you shook your head. “This isn't about me, why you want me to teach you how to kiss?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Because I haven't had my first kiss since I've been locked up all my childhood and part of my teenage years, you're literally the only person my age I knew for most of my life!” she started to present her case, your hands stopped making the dinner and your whole body turned to her. “And you're my best friend which means I trust you with my whole life. If there's someone I want for a first kiss it has to be you.”

You wouldn't lie, your heart was threatening with leaving your chest. Those sky colored eyes you adored to look at were having this adventurous gleam while her mouth was pouting, like trying to convince you into it; but you didn’t need convincing, it was Korra who we are talking about, you would lay your life for her.

Now on the couch, your hands were trembling in an almost imperceptible way while Korra felt excited to try a new experience.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Okay, let's... Uhm, first, let's try you coming at me.” you say, making yourself closer to the southerner, she nodded. “Don't do teeth, just... kiss me like you think you should.”

The avatar looked puzzled for a second, her left hand cupped your face and blue orbs looked at yours asking if she was doing good so far. You couldn't help but smile with calm, Korra felt more relaxed at your expression.

The first time your lips touched you could feel your heart jump with such devotion, even if it was a bit unsynchronized and you could feel how the girl was nervous by the way her lips felt on yours and how her free hand was shaking a little bit. Just when your lungs were asking for air did you pull away from the girl and she already had this impatient look on her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “So?” she asked timidly, one of you hands took her free one and smiled.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It's good, you're nervous, but it's good.” you answered, nodding, her eyes just got more demanding, you sighed. “Want me to guide you?”

Her head was so quick to nod that you got surprised at how you didn't have to finish the question to get an answer. You let go of her hand and guided yours to her waist to make her come closer, she did as told. Mentally you were praying to everything and everyone for calm, how would you see her to the face after all this? Was totally a problem for tomorrow.

You took the hand on your face and let it rest on your shoulder so now you could cup her face in your palm. Taking a deep breath in, your lips met hers again. Soft, fluffy, sweet, better than your imagination ever could present you.

At first, the kiss was still unsynchronized, but your hand on her face and your own lips took control softly over her. The action quickly turned to a sweet kiss, one Korra would remember and have her awake at night thinking about how good your lips tasted to her, asking why she wanted to try them again after.

At some point, the kiss turned the other way when the girl outlined your bottom lip making you sigh and her tongue took advantage, wanting to taste more of you. The avatar was moving to be on top of you, making her throat vibrate with short sounds and a second later, the two of you distanced yourselves. Big pupils met each other for a silent moment, both breathing irregularly.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “That...” you began, blinking yourself into clear thoughts. “Okay, I have no experience on that type of kisses, I don’t know what to tell you.”

Even if you two laugh it off, the impulse of taking again the foreign lips into yours was strong that you both decided to stop and do another activity to block the loud thoughts that clearly weren't so friend friendly.

Another night of no sleep was met by you and Korra joined to it all the way at the air temple island, how were you going to act like nothing happened after that? Denial, definitely, that was how the two of you were acting like the next days. Still close, as if you couldn’t live without the other, but burying deep down the feelings such actions brought upon you two.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Okay,” Korra closed her doors behind her after making sure there wasn't any airbender kid roaming around to hear you talk. “Are we... We're good, right?”

You frowned at the question, confused. “What are you talking about? Of course we are.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, good.” she sighed, taking a seat beside you in the bed, her hand intertwined with yours. “I thought maybe the whole kiss situation may had make this awkward or something.”

With your heart racing miles per second, you managed to smile with calm and nod.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, yeah, so awkward I can't look at you to your face.” you said jokingly, she laughed. Your head looked to rest on her lap, making yourself comfortable in the mattress, Korra felt her heart skip a beat.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I mean, I'm sure I don't kiss that bad.” she followed, giggling. Letting go of your hand so she could leave caresses on your head by playing with your hair.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Do you want me to tell you the truth or to say what you want to hear?” now an offended sound came from her, a big laugh burst from your mouth. “I would need to try again to have a verdict.”

Your mouth was faster than your brain that by the time you finished the sentece, your eyes shot open to your own words. Korra, on her side, blinked surprised before smirking.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You wish,” she murmured, feeling anxious about the situation. “You don't deserve anything since apparently someone doesn't trust me enough to tell me about her first kiss.”

And the topic died right there, starting a new one telling the girl about your experience on kissing. Maybe it was for the best to not think about the kiss, there was a line neither of you wanted to cross out of fear of losing the friendship you two had. It was all you knew, Korra and you against anything and anyone, both knew if you talked about such feelings there would be a chance of it being the beginning of the end. Neither could bear letting the other go over anything, even if that meant burying deep down the feelings for the other just to keep the closeness you already were used to have.

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

My next brainrot what if there was a aeon representing fear like evryone kn universe dears this aeon so much to point of refusing saying thier name only calling the aeon by nicknames and the only ones who call the aeon of fear like just another aeon are the pepole who walks on path of fear and reader is one of them before they gets on path of fear they were terifited of the aeon to but one day they understands that fear is needed becose withote it humanity wodul be doomed

As for reader personality they are more stoic to terrifying point but when helping pepole with thier fears or phobia they are very gentel and friendly

As for charaters

Selle

Asta

Natasha

@Zardas75 you are literally the sole reason why my blog is even alive at this point. I need more ppl to enter in some requests fr 😭 my motivation dies on me too quickly 😔

Btw, I'm mainly going to just focus on the fact that Reader follows the Path of Fear than the Aeon of Fear in general if that's okay with you.

Path of Fear!Reader With Stelle, Asta, and Natasha!

Stelle

Color yourself surprised: She saw right through your stoic and terrifying point.

How, you might ask? Well, the story's very simple: She was out searching for trash cans, and stumbled upon you with some random stranger she doesn't know, trying to coax them because (to her horror), they were afraid of trash monsters.

Okay, first of all—how dare this stranger! If Stelle wasn't digging in another trash can at the point, she would bonk the living daylights out of them. And you looked cool, so she didn't give into her murder tendencies.

The moment you and she interacted, Stelle was caught a little off at how stoic and terrifying you were trying to be—but come on, she's not afraid of you no matter how hard she tries.

Sorry, but after being stabbed with a giant ice lance thing through her chest, someone glaring holes into her isn't going to scare Stelle off. Besides, she's seen the other side of you while hunting down trash cans. If anything, her...unique quirkiness and traits kind of scare you.

"Stop digging in the trash cans." "I FOUND TREASURE!" "...You are so annoying." "Okay :D"

Safe to say though, you aren't getting rid of Stelle so easily.

Asta

She meets you when several scientists on the Herta's Space Station starts to become very pale, some even running off in the opposite direction they were walking towards. She turns around, and bam—she's also a little terrified to see you.

Even the way you walk was enough for her to drop her precious telescope she carries along with her.

Were you not with the Astral Express Crew, she thought you might have been a new recruit for the Stellaron Hunters or something. You were terrifying!

Yet something about you was very endearing as well. It only amplifies more when Asta catches you taking care of a scientist and their phobia. She almost envies the attention from your soft side.

She tries her best to steel her own nerves as she tries to get to know you better—it's obvious that, despite that stoic and cold facade you have, you were someone of a kind heart and of pure intentions.

"The stars....they're all just a lie, in one world." (did you catch the reference? 👀) "W-well, I assure you, they aren't here! If anything, uhm—they're much more fascinating here at the station!" "Hm. You're about to drop your telescope thing." "R-right! Ah, shoot—uh, sorry!"

Yeah, she's still failing. You're terrifying yet fine as hell.

Natasha

The moment she sees some of her patients pale and a few children cry and running off to hide, she thought some rogue or criminal entered her infirmary.

Turns out, it was just you. You were as terrifying as you were beautiful. If she didn't know better, Natasha would've said she mighy have gotten a heart attack just simply glancing at you.

She tries her best to be polite to you despite her fear of you, and Natasha really adores your soft side when she catches how you help children overcome their fears.

"A-Ah, Y/N! I didn't see you there. How can I helo you?" "I got stabbed in the arm." "Alright, don't worry—I'll be sure to...check up on it."

Whenever you arrive to the infirmary, be it injuries or other reasons, Natasha fumbles on her own words. The question is if it's out of fear or romantic attraction 👀

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: I am so sorry that this took longer than needed! I was caught up in a lot of IRL events, and couldn't finish thid earlier than I wanted it to.

Please, feel free to send requests to me! I honestly need them—the sagau genshin series I'm working on is dying due to my lack of motivation :')

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[thatdehydratedmedic]

Recent pursuits of knowledge - Mid June

Recently I've fallen into the typical academic rabbit hole where one thing leads to another and suddenly both your hands are full of more and more things to learn.

By a chance occurrence, a random google search led me to find a Maldivian scientific journal. Since my male audacity (I'm a girl, btw) has long convinced me that I'm in fact capable of anything and everything, I decided I would do a little research and try to publish it in the little time I have before I start medical school. (Which, by the way, is already less than 2 months.)

As it goes, dominoes fell, one by one. First I thought of doing a small study on medicinal herbs of the nation. Something along the lines of testing the effectiveness of 'Dhivehi beys'. However, a little voice in the back of my head would not stop whispering in my ear, begging me to try doing one about dreams. At this point in time, I had no idea what exactly I was looking for. I presented this barely-thought-out plan to my dear friend. She was on board, and she also shared that she also thought dreams were a lot more interesting of a subject than medicinal herbs.

So with a theme in mind, I began looking into past research and well established theories on our subject of study. I learnt quite a few interesting things about Bion's dream theory. Unfortunately, in the midst of preparing our google doc, something else caught my eye. Having shared the google doc containing everything I had found at that point with my friend, I decided to start learning the programming language R. I told myself it would prove to be useful in our study. (For reference, I had begun this adventure at around 10 PM, it was now 2 AM.)

Having learnt all the fundamentals and syntax of the language, I finally went to sleep at 4 AM. Next morning, I slept in. However, as soon as I woke up, I did some more reading on dreams and updates our shared google doc. After begging my friend to please read the damn document, I started working on R again.

For the next few days, I did not do any more reading on dreams. I have since forgotten about the matter if I'm being completely honest. On the other hand, I had found it much more interesting to tinker with R, trying out the different graphical features R had to offer.

You would think I stuck with perfecting R, and would have learnt it to some degree by now, but you could not possibly be more wrong because I am plagued by my interest in way too many things. A jack of all trades, a master of none. I am a museum of abandoned hobbies. R did not escape this cruel fate, because as luck would have it, I soon rediscovered my love for python.

I downloaded python and pygame. It was as if I had reconnected with an old friend.

I am contemplating on whether I should mention my brief encounter with html and css. Some of the very first languages I learnt. I started a simple and goal-less project website as I waited for python to install. It seems useless to mention as this only lasted 5 minutes - or maybe even less.

Today, it's been a week since all of this has occurred. And today, I have no interest in any of these. Which is why I painted today. I am a museum of abandoned hobbies, and sometimes I revisit my old friends.

[sarahs-secrets2]

Hours in Silence (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

This was purely inspired by like half of a Drake song LOL, I wanted to originally do this for Graves but felt too similar to my first series so I thought I would try my hand with Ghost!! (Yes I'm writing a Ghost drabble to a Drake song, trust me I know how corny it is LMFAO, I am insane, let me live thank you)

Also, this is my first time writing for Ghost pls don't judge LOL

Based on the first bit of Hours in Silence

gn! (I use the word “heat” once) (no use of Y/N), mentions of a Dear John letter (if you don't know it's a letter usually sent to military members when the s/o wants to break up)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: some NSFW, light smut, slight OOC (don't kill me pls), cursing, pet names (if I forgot something pls lmk)

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Leave your phone, come to mine You'll catch a hand in due time I think, think that I Could fuck the idea of him outta your mind You said he rap, he ain't signed, that ain't a good sign Change your mind, good conversation and some rosé wine Unless there's some other things you gotta mind You're my baby, ayy, ayy The smoke got me talkin' in Dutch A pill in Ibiza, so what? She leanin' on me, I'm her crutch She creamin' on me, I'm her crush

Distracted was putting it lightly. Your mind was racing, and it wasn't because of the mission. You sat on some far enough away hill covered by trees gazing through a sniper scope. Your mind kept going back to the Dear John letter you had received before packing up to stake out some warehouse.

You hadn't told anyone on 141, it didn't seem too important at the time, but now alone waiting for a signal your mind wandered to the letter. 

“I’m sorry but we’re done,”  

It’s all you needed to read to get the message. It was shit. What a waste of time you thought to yourself. 

“You there, hello? Is there any movement?” the low voice cut through your thoughts

“No movement yet L.T.”, fuck you weren't even paying attention. 

“I need you focused up there Sergeant, don’t go falling asleep on me”, Ghost was stern but thoughtful, he could tell he was losing you up there.

You and Ghost had somewhat of a complicated relationship. You jokingly flirted with him to get him nervous and he always deflected trying to maintain focus on the mission at hand. You both equally got under each other's skin.  

Ghost, prior to the Dear John, was aware of your relationship, which he respected. He never pushed, hence the ignoring of your attempted flirting. Somewhere down the line, he hinted at how the “jokes” of flirting became very real. He wasn't sure if this was something he had made up in his head and he was feeling a certain way towards you. 

Your mind immediately went back to your shitty Dear John, as you were readjusting your position hoping to catch a better view. 

“Sarge, why do I see movement but you’re not calling it”, you were caught now, no excuse would cover this up. 

“Sorry, L.T. my view wasn't clear I was adjusting”

“Come down, I'm sending a different sniper up, I can’t trust you in this state of mind”

That one stung. It wasn't your fault… maybe it was. You should've told him about the letter, it could've explained everything but you didn't want to be seen as weak. With a heavily bruised ego, you packed up and swapped places with some rookie who shot you a sympathetic look.  

Ghost sent you back to the base, it was bad. Usually, you would stick around and finish the mission but you could tell Ghost didn't want you anywhere near it tonight. Throwing the door to your room open you slammed your bag on the bed, cursing under your breath.

Stripping from the uniform, you changed into shorts and some random t-shirt, you just needed a break after a shitty night. Closing the dresser drawers, a knock on the door caused you to jump. 

“Who is it?” you knew it was Ghost, you knew you were in trouble, easier to play dumb though.

“Open up,” always to the point Ghost was.

Your bare feet padded over to the door slowly opening it, as Ghost used his body to push the rest of it open. 

“What the fuck was tonight?” 

“I don't know”, you felt like you were a shell of yourself, his tone was unsettling. He had every right to be upset but the weight of everything was a bit too heavy for you to attempt to explain. 

“You know”, he read you too well, Ghost’s eyes started searching your room for a sign of why you were so out of it. He landed on the nightstand with the torn envelope and letter sitting where you had left them before the mission. 

“What’s this”, he was walking towards the letter.

“It’s nothing, stop”, attempting to block his path to the letter, which failed as he pushed past you. The height difference was working in his favor yet again. 

Ghost picked up the Dear John, you watched as his eyes scanned the paper. He was reading more of it than you had. 

“Ghost, put it down please”, basically pleading with him at this point. 

“You should've told me”, despite having his mask on, you could see the shift in his eyes. 

“Yeah I know, I didn't want to be a burden though”, it felt awkward to be discussing your breakup with your Lieutenant, it was uncharted territory for the both of you. 

“This was a distraction tonight, I can’t have that with soldiers in the field, understood?”

“Yes sir, it won't happen again, I’m sorry again”, apologies spilling out, it was embarrassing. 

“Dear John’s are shit”, he tossed the letter down, shrugging his shoulders.

“Tell me about it, ha”, you tried to laugh it off as you sat on the bed looking up at Ghost as he sauntered towards you. The air was heavy and something had shifted between the two of you. 

“You know, if you ever need a distraction when we aren't on the field I can help you with that”, Ghost looked down at you on the bed. 

“Ghost…”

“Call me Simon, please”, your breath hitched when he said this. 

“Simon, what are you talking about”,

He bends down to whisper in your ear, “I’m saying, I think that I could fuck the idea of him outta your mind”,

You freeze becoming hyper-aware of what was happening, a cough escapes your lips as you try to catch your breath. 

“I need you focused Sergeant”, 

“ I don't know”, you were struggling to grasp the concept being presented to you. 

“I’ll be your crutch, lean on me it's okay”, as he said this, his hands grabbed yours pulling you up off the bed, and close to him. You felt wobbly as you placed your hands on his chest to find some balance. 

“Go ahead”, he was motioning to his cloth skeleton mask that covered his face. Your hands slowly crept toward his face, stopping at the base of his neck. You rolled the mask in between your fingers debating on what your next move was. 

“It’s alright, I'll tell you when”, Simon encouraged you as you slowly pulled in up, “That's enough, right there”, he had you stop it just so his jaw and lips were exposed.

Simon leans forward pulling you into him, a slight gasp separates your lips as he presses his lips onto yours, kissing back feverishly. 

Still connected, Ghost pushed you slowly back onto the bed, as he hovered over top of you. 

“Still distracted?” It was a taunting question.

“Hard to say Lieutenant”, Ghost took this as a challenge as he slipped off your shorts leaving you in just underwear. Immediately you pulled him back into a kiss as he pushed his clothed cock up against your heat. 

As you both continued, a pair of footsteps was heard in the hallway, causing you to jump up. 

“You have to go”, the idea of someone catching you and Ghost was tempting but not worth the repercussions. 

Simon connected his lips to your neck as he mumbled into you, “So soon? My love we are just getting started”.

“We can’t risk getting caught Simon, think about it please”, you were hoping he would catch the hint that you weren't done with him. You were up out of the bed searching for your shorts which had been tossed across the room. 

“I see, well whenever you're ready to pick this up, come to mine”, Ghost, now out of the bed, was adjusting his hard-on. You gave a small wave as he sauntered out of the room, wondering if what had happened was even real. 

You walked towards the nightstand picking it up the Dear John and tossing it in the trash, you had found yourself a new distraction.

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Eep writing for Ghost as a Graves girly is hard! Hope yall enjoyed!

[evendumbo]

A response to this thread because comment word count is just...

The people have spoken. It wasn’t just Ted and Rebecca that crashed and burned, it was Ted Lasso itself. Before S3 ended, I decided they were doing something exciting and unique with the sitcom genre. But the show wasn’t as good as I thought it was, I was projecting based on my view that S1 was genuinely excellent and about half of the eps in S2 were very good. ("Rainbow" remains in my top 3.)

When I take off my rose-colored sunshades that I borrowed from Ted to look at the show more honestly, there were a few things I liked in S3 (Jamie’s near-perfectly written transformation, more Trent, Higgins’ and Barbara's one-liners, the cute triangle animation detour, and Juno’s performance despite so-so writing) but, dear lord, the story arc of S3 was just a poorly conceived HOT MESS OVERALL:

the total pointlessness and waste of precious story time that is Zava

the disrespectful destruction of my beloved Roy Kent

the awkward way it tried to make boat guy and Jack happen

the lack of follow through with Sassy

the flat take and pointlessness of Shandy, a rare woman of color on the show

the randomness of Michelle making a deeply unethical, emotionally fucked up choice of dating their couples therapist on the low

the iffiness of Nate’s arc (an understatement bc I heart Nick Mohammed)

Hannah’s usual stellar performance was also undermined by the writing bc it disappeared crucial context for her acting choices

even Jane Payne could have been more than a silly, emotionally punitive character given the bit of insight into her character at the end of “Beard After Hours”

The fact that they continued to both weirdly signal and then drop the ball on a Ted & Rebecca romance in S3 cut the deepest, but I see now that it was also just par for the course for the hotmessification of Ted Lasso that was S3. (Don’t @ me antis, the T/R platonic friendship writing also fell flat.)

Ted Lasso was a pop culture rocket that shot up super fast and probably way too high, then the pressure was on, then there seemed to be some painful personal fallout in the background along with the usual industry fuckery, and then the irritating season 4 will they/won’t they tension. It probably should have been predictable that all that weight would eventually break it apart.

So, I’m not sure if we wasted two years. But another way of thinking about it is that we can affirm our emotional investment in early Ted Lasso, while allowing the writers the grace to make the above regrettable errors that sadly pissed away the rich creative opportunities of S3. It was largely a bad season of television — good people who work hard can produce bad art, and then have bad faith, defensive reactions to fair questions.

Realizing this has allowed me to feel less resentful and more empathetic. With time and luck, this might eventually lead to a different emotional orientation to this weird little heartbreaker of a show.

[iantimony]

oopsie, two missed tuesdays!

and i almost missed this one too!!!! i was moving apartments. ough. this is a random mishmash of everything i remember of the past .. three ?? ??? weeks.

listening: finished s1 of the silt verses! faulkner is my poor little meow meow etc. i am rotating it in my brain. will have more thoughts next week probably.

some fugazi because they were referenced in a mina le video on merch and i was intrigued. they're good!

fugazi waiting room

brat charli xcx on recommendation of beloved mutual png jpeg. i liked it, i don't normally go for her style but there's some good earworms in here. really good gym album. not sure which specific song to drop here because it was a Full Album experience imo.

in terms of relistening/older stuff, the dear hunter antimai, more franz ferdinand. finally listened to sound & fury by sturgill simpson all the way through, it's really good. boyf also got me to listen to die antwoord and ohhh i do like this. a lot.

i fink u freeky (die antwoord)

also more bionicle playlist. it's just a dose of early 00's-10's music delivered via iv directly into my bloodstream. sorry.

reading: this was from a few weeks ago actually but i forgot about it. we stopped over in pittsburgh for a night and briefly entertained the idea of going to a museum or something road-trip style and found this museum review. surprisingly she is not a lesbian.

and then related to the watching, wikipedia pages for victor ninov and darleane c hoffman!

watching: mina le: the merch industry has gone too far, WAGs, blokecore, and the “feminization” of sports

swell entertainment: the marketability of celebrity eras, how to destroy your audience's trust

started dangelo wallace's ozempic video. the fatphobia had me tapping out pretty quick tho. also watched about half of joy achill's "the george r r martin problem" about asoiaf stuff, gonna finish it tomorrow i think

watched "the man who tried to fake an element" with the boyf, really fascinating, i knew a little bit of it from one of my undergrad classes but this was a really good deep dive.

also watched two episodes of space dandy with the boyf. so much to unpack there.

playing: more dnd but otherwise fallow. made a little dungeon crawl type thing so that's pretty straightforward.

making: coasters mostly right now! the main ones are a Surprise so i will not be posting them yet. instead look at my worm

i've also started knitting a magic the gathering card sleeve as a semi-gag gift for a friend. it's really really stupid i love it so much. it is just ten rows of a rectangle in stockinette right now but i'm going to mock up a little texture work to get the swamp land symbol in the back.

eating: did a lot of takeout right after moving because, Yeah, but i finally started settling back in to home cooked meals. made my favorite orzo salad for a temple potluck, an ungodly amount of gyudon, and a garlic butter shrimp pasta thing.

misc: my new apartment is good!! the insulation isn't great, i know i'll have to shrinkwrap some windows this winter for Sure, but overall i'm settling in. i have a lot of organization and purging to do, especially of my House Clothes, craft supplies, and makeup/beauty shit, and i need to get one or two pieces of furniture still (like a couch......i have a funny little bachelor chair in front of the couch right now which is very funny). i got myself some fun plants from the farmers market as a housewarming gift to myself. i am finally the owner of a monstera, yippee, she Really needs a repot though. i also got a hoya lisa because i liked the name and it was cute and cat friendly and i got a vaguely labia-adjacent succulent. i have so many little household Needs and Tasks (mat for in front of the sink! blackout curtains because i have to sleep with an eye mask right now because the blinds dont do shit! etc!) and also every grocery bill i do is like $100 because of getting kitchen essentials that will not run out any time soon but that i do need (white vinegar. aluminum foil. flour.) so everything is so expensive. this is a big wall of text. at least the spare mattress is out of my weird haunted hallway now <3 i'm very excited to start hanging up my art.

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

hi dear mutual ….. this is random but i just Wanted to drop in and tell U that. my tumblr sometimes has a glitch where whenever i open it it opens to the same few posts and i have to reload it to scroll and see new ones…. and one of the like 7 posts that happens to be caught in the glitch is one of yours and it’s the one where u rbed a very sweet post that says something about Caring and Loving ur mutuals hehehe. know it was definitely not intentional but it still puts a smile on my face whenever i open this silly little site :) I HOPE U R HAVING A NICE DAY FRIEND AND ALSO U HAVE A LOT OF GOOD FOOD AND BUMP INTO A STRAY CAT!

HEY!!! even if random its still always nice to see you!! and ive heard abt some people getting stuck with that glitch, but thats super kind that it was one of mine about mutuals. i do love yall. a bunch!! it makes me happy to see my mutuals and you too around, and even though i havent been here on tumblr for long; i feel like i have a good little circle of friends for the first time. its always a little weird to me to think abt people caring about me, and quite frankly it can make me emotional at times; im super grateful for all of my friends here. they mean a bunch!! even too, if we arent in 1on1 communication. sometimes that "like" or the tags below a reblog of a post brightens my entire day, you know?? its just such a reminder that people want me around. people are kind and like me and i dont have to hide myself anymore, and im in a place where i can be silly and myself. it makes me happy to see you when i do!! you are wonderful to see around because you always reblog positivity or cute things and it makes my dash even more personalized (i never leave my "following" tab). i like to think that since we are made up of the people we love, its sort of like that for me. my dash is of the people i love (also super talented artists too).

anyway!!! im having a good day now with this. i was reading the locked tomb books (i started harrow the ninth today) and ive been texting my mutual, ghost (i dont want to tag them but theyre wonderful too) as ive been listening on all of my thoughts and rambles and theories about whats to happen since its my first time reading. its quite frankly such a rollarcoaster atm and so ive been sending so much speculation about things because i loveeee my mystery type elements to plots. trying to figure it out before the reveal. :)

hope u dont mind a super long response in return but im glad that u sent this ask and you too are having a wonderful day. <3333

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"I love you, Eddie Munson." // EDDIE MUNSON X GN!READER

ofc anon<3 ily bae Pairing: Eddie Munson X gn!Reader Warnings: Fluff, swearing Words: 630 AU: N/A not proofread

MASTERLIST, requests r open babes, send an ask

Eddie was uncomfortable, maybe uncomfortable wasn't the word but, Y/n was always a little too close to him, you were always wrapped around him, you guys could be watching tv and you would lay on his lap, when you guys were hanging out, you would be sitting right next to him and leaning on his shoulder, or you would be making random comments

"you look very cute today, Munson."

"I've been thinking of you lately.."

"We would be a perfect match."

and fuck the nicknames

babe

bub

love

honey

the list went on and on

were you using him? usually, when girls are that touchy and flirty, they're just trying to get in his pants or trying to get free stock, no you weren't like that, but why so much PDA? it racks his brain all the time when you're with him and he could not come up with a logical explanation for why you did all of this? maybe you were trying to murder him, Eddie often came up with that one and then freaked out being all paranoid then he reminds himself that you wouldn't hurt a fly.

currently, you were spread on eddies couch together, of course, your head resting right in his lap, watching a random film you both picked up from family video while visiting robin and steve, and of course, you stuck by his side, holding his hand, leaning up against him and those snarky comments, he did enjoy it but at the same time it freaked him out a bit, he wouldn't say he hated the attention but he hated the fear of the unknown.

you shuffle around trying to regain comfort, as you were doing this, you decide to grab eddies arm and hold it to your chest, cuddling into his warm arm, Eddie stirs as the thoughts start rolling in

"what is she doing?" "why is she doing this?" "is she using me?"

"you're so amazing eds," you whisper, pressing your cheek against his arm, looking up at him, you were taken aback at eddies confused state

"what's a wrong babe?" you speak more loudly, but not enough to startle him

"We need to talk." he pulls away and it's your turn to be in a confused haze

"what is it?" you lean up and lean back away from him "what is this?" he asks, you scrunch up your face confused, and you let out a little laugh

"what do you mean eds?"

he laughs "what do I mean? I mean with the touching, the hand holding, the 'babe' fuck y/n you're my friend but I'm not giving you free shit or a discount I'm sorry." he huffs as he finishes his sentence, leaning back and crossing his arms like a toddler, his brown curly bangs clung to his forehead, holding on for dear life, as he moved his gaze up to the ceiling, his head tipping back as he closes his eyes in a fit, he moves one hand to rub over his face as he groans softly

you pondered for a moment before speaking up "Because I like you? I think you're really fucking cool and I want you to be mine." his hand comes to a stop and you hear his breath-hitch

"you what?" he said still not even facing you

"Eddie are you that fucking dumb?" you question he scoffs a bit mumbling a quick "yeah." "hell steve caught on and he didn't catch on that robin was even the tiniest bit fruity!"

eddie looks up at you "fuck. you really mean it?" he whispers breath taken away you move a bit closer to him "yeah, I really do," you whisper back, your lips ghosting across his perfectly chiselled ones

"I love you, Eddie Munson."

[whoslaurapalmer]

pinocchio (as annotated by lemony snicket) 🦗

-okay objectively the way they put the book together is gorgeous -- it's enormous with these fun blue black and white illustrations by mike mignola, and it feels like, a very grand and impressive fairytale experience, which I think is thoroughly charming and the way you SHOULD read fairytales, with this, sprawling expanse of art and text, in a book that doesn't NEED to be this big but also does, bc it's supposed to capture magic and excitement and a literary journey, especially like, in a child's hands

-only thing missing is one of those ribbon bookmarks........

-it has a slipcover too!!!!!!

-lemony's annotations are inserted as extra sheets of paper with typewritten and numbered notes at the beginning of each chapter that you can take out, and have pen marks and stains on some of them, and corresponding numbers written in pen within the text, which is all INCREDIBLY neat

-I have to say that I myself have about like 2% knowledge of what happens in pinocchio and it's been an absolute actual age since I saw the disney movie. this lead to some, uh, Thoughts of my own

-but since the idea behind lemony's notes is that he too is reading it for the first time, it felt as if I was in the room with lemony snicket and we were looking at each other with increasing incredulity and horror and concern (and decreasing hope)

geppetto and cherry: /TWO arguments that lead to violent physical altercations that end with friendship handshakes lemony: ????? me: ??????????????????

the narrator: what happened after this is an almost unbelievable story, but you may read it, dear children, in the chapters that follow. me: you know, that's a vibe.

pinocchio: if you're a kid you have to go to school and school sucks me: pinocchio you've been alive for a hot HOUR AND A HALF how do you know about school????????

the cricket: kids shouldn't run away from home, or be lazy! get a job pinocchio: wow shut up /angrily throws hammer the cricket: /dead, re: the hammer me: HOLD ON HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL????????? JIMINY BOY'S DEAD??????????? JUST LIKE THAT????????? lemony: this happens to people you get attached to. me: I'm. hello. what the hell.

the marionettes: omg look it's pinocchio!! lemony: I do not understand how the marionettes recognize pinocchio, who just a short time ago was a piece of wood in a cottage, and thus has had hardly any time or experience in the world. me: E X A C T L Y

ghost cricket: I am the ghost of the talking cricket me: HELLO????????????????? HE CAME BACK?????????

-AND THEN HE COMES BACK AGAIN -this should come as news to absolutely 100% no one not even me but i did in fact think 'goddamn disney did a fucking number on this.'

-i do find part of all this incredibly silly though bc danhan HAS been asked if 'lemony snicket' came somehow subconsciously from 'jiminy cricket' but he's always said no. and i do believe him.

-these adventures. are horrifying. like. no seriously, what the fuck

the narrator: I don't know what happened to lamp-wick lemony: WHY DON'T YOU me: BOLD WORDS, LEMON MAN???????????????

me, some chapters later, presented with a random donkey: oh, it's gonna be lamp-wick the narrator: it was lamp-wick! and then he died. me: wait, what lemony: /performs the written equivalent of a table flip

-lemony going 'i'm nothing but a puppet controlled by the mysteries of literature alone! humanity is nonexistent and impossible!' will, in fact, stick with me for some time, i must say

and then, i'm so sorry lemony i'm cackling

lemony: NOTHING IS REAL the narrator: and pinocchio becomes a real boy. lemony: n e v e r m i n d

-there are honestly some great little lemony gems --

"these paintings in geppetto's house are examples of 'trompe l'oeil,' a phrase which here means 'paintings of things you wish were here but aren't.'"

"I am so disturbed by pinocchio's feet turning to ashes that I fainted and missed this chapter." (however this turns into a running joke of lemony fainting at the mentions of bizarre danger every few chapters which did, wear on me after a while.)

"Anyone crying does not want to die. I write this weeping."

"'Disobedience' seems like a curious way to describe the activities of someone trying to find out what happened to their father, like referring to someone chased through the streets by a panther as a 'jaywalker.'"

"There has been so much trickery in this book that this question seems to me larger and more profound than it may seem at first glance. What is the joke? Pinocchio finds himself alone and in trouble once more, and as anyone who has found themselves alone and in trouble knows, life begins to feel like some long, cruel joke that, like so many jokes, is tricky to understand."

"NEAR a farmer's wagon doesn't seem like a good hiding place. Almost any other preposition would do: aboard, above, alongside, astride, behind, below, beneath, beside, inside, on, over, past, under, underneath, upon, with or within a farmer's wagon are all better plans to avoid being spotted."

"It is often the case that people work very hard making children and then seem very eager to get them to leave the house, as if it is the thrill of making children, rather than the responsibility of raising them, which most interests them."

after geppetto says "I should have thought of this before I made him. Now it's too late!" -- "This, sadly, is a common lament among people who make other people, and if you don't believe me, wait until the middle of the night, and wake up the people who made you and ask them if they have any regrets." me: /eyeing and then? and then? what else? which is still on the coffee table, thinking about the part where danhan's son wakes him up to look at the lighthouse

-still unsure just what to make of this --

-literally no other mention of her after that, except in that last note with the 'mysterious woman' comment -i mean, tempting to think of it as bea, and i certainly did when presented with the first one, but it also doesn't really fit with bea??? -but i have no idea who i would even say it is??? -i feel like we are once again in the position of, this is danhan, choosing to write something in lemony's tone just to have a good time, i guess -there's some references in his notes early on to absinthe and nightcaps too where i was like 'danhan, your, danhan is showing.'

-i have, Thoughts i am trying to parse out -i feel like his lemony voice has changed over time and well, change comes for us all -but also that he's definitely (poison for breakfast) used lemony to say things about himself that he just doesn't want to put his name on, for reasons known only to danhan -and after reading and then? and then? what else? i do see more pieces of danhan in lemony, like i said before re: poison for breakfast that lemony has a kindness that i didn't think i saw in danhan but after reading the memoir, no, i absolutely Do see it in danhan, a great deal, and he reveals this like, silly history of lemony's name AFTER coming up with it for the right-wing material and BEFORE using it on the books, so i see more of how danhan exists in lemony (-i did not expect to read and then? and then? what else and feel personally shot in the heart by lisa brown but that also happened. god i can't get over her saying 'well if lemony snicket is so lonely why doesn't he come join us and hang out?' at the goldfish ghost reading. like. pierced to the bone, lisa.) (-oh, and you know, the rumination on the word lunatic in and then? and then? vs the use of the word lunacy here) -but! lemony is still of course his own distinct character, with his own distinct personality and everything that exists apart from danhan, all the same -and i can approach this from a vibe of, even lemony has grown out of his grief, and it's not his grief necessarily that characterizes him nor would i not want him to, i mean we all know i roll post-canon lemony around in my head very often and wish him great joy -but i do feel like when danhan does something with lemony now it is Missing something of Lemony. -which i also feel rude saying. like fucking christ who am i to tell a man how to write his own character -but he didn't always do it like this either, like hero of the story and that murder alibi book whose name escapes me and i can't find at the moment but you know what i'm talking about. i've got screenshots somewhere -anyway they clearly exist as lemony pieces irrevocably linked to lemony the character, without any, idk interference from danhan himself, as danhan -but as we move through time i feel this less with more current lemony, and there's, yknow, a sadness in it -not that i went into PINOCCHIO OF ALL THINGS expecting any particular snicket content, bc i didn't, but you really never know with danhan -idk. the musical and all its potential perils and joys is looming somewhere in the future of us all as well, so, shrug emoji?????????? -i can't say i had a BAD time reading the annotations to pinocchio (reading pinocchio is a different matter), i enjoyed them, but i do feel like, there's just something Missing, is all i can say about it -and it's not that lemony's sadness is what makes him, there is so much that makes lemony, but i just see lemony Less, in a way -SHRUG EMOJI you couldn't pay me to actually use the shrug emoji. it's funnier to say shrug emoji. -so, anyway

-oh the art really was incredible. some of my favs --

-the book in its slipcover!

-oh and lemony's author picture is the most fascinating thing i have seen in some time --

[dirtyvulture]

I have read the little “ dear diary” story for the darkest knight universe and it was AMAZING like always!!!!!! It was sooo fluffy, cute and wholesome ( the domestic bliss and life that BOTH Nat wolverine DESERVES and the two of them interacting with R’s kids * cough Nat’s step kids cough * ……. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰) . But let’s NOT FORGET about the SMUT , the god of lust has DELIVERED yet again !!!!!!!!

Now I haven’t had many thoughts on either the DK or SB universe ( I have been talking to a friend ABOUT about the DK series but I digress) but I might have a few little things for both universes . Both are things that happen to me that sparked the thoughts . So last night I DIDNT SLEEP ( I might have slept and dreamt a little but not much ) and a couple of days ( maybe even a week ago I had a nightmare at like 3 in the morning and DIDNT sleep again that night. I also live with my family so I was devastating trying to be quiet so I didn’t wake them up. I also just did a cleaning day at work ( I work at a fast food place , I work four hour shifts. Literally spent 2 hours just cleaning the back of the store and then the next 2 hours doing my “ normal” tasks for work). So my thoughts are just going to be SB and Wolvie dealing with being unable to sleep and trying not to be disruptive to the people around them. Them also just doing a cleaning day ( it is the time for spring cleaning after all) .

In the DK universe we have already seen a bit with the aspect of Wolvie trying not to wake the people up around them ( She was trying to be as quiet as possible ……. but with 200 pounds of metal in her body….. THAT IS HARD TO DO) and went to the balcony . There is a very interesting history fact that can also tie into Wolvie’s sleeping habits but I wouldn’t go into it now because I don’t want to make this too long or bore anyone with something they don’t want to know ( if you want to hear about it then I will be more the happy to teach you) but it does contextualize some things in this aspect of Wolvie’s life and sleeping habits ( or lack there of) . I think Wolvie would go to the balcony and do some stargazeing , go to the kitchen ( get something to eat or drink) , common rooms ( probably to do some reading ) or go to the doom rooms and do a workout. Just SOMETHING to pass the time when R KNOWS she isn’t going to get any sleep but not wake or disturb the rest of the mansion.

For Spring cleaning (or just cleaning in general) I think that BOTH listen to music while doing tasks like that ( my Managers are really cool and but on music while everyone works, it helps past the time and makes tasks a bit more fun) . R has lived a LONG time so she has seen music and the music industry grow, change and evolve …… meaning she has VAST range of musical tastes and likes. I think when R is cleaning she listens more to the “ oldies” : Frank Sinatra , Johnny Cash , Neil Diamond . SB also has a WIDE range of musical tastes and genres ( nowhere NEAR Wolverine R but then again , Wolverine R is VERY OLD and SB is a BABY compared to Wolvie …… EVERYONE is ). I think that SB would just have something like pandora, Spotify , etc and just leave it on random or shuffle ( no real set play list at all) .

In SB universe …….. SB is just SHIT OUT OF LUCK , for many reasons. One the living space isn’t as big as the Mansion ( none would be ) , two Nat is a VERY light sleeper ( BOTH Nat’s are) ….. the way that Nat and SB sleep ( Nat ontop of SB , Nat being big spoon or occasionally little spoon. Bottom line it’s in a way that they aren’t apart and there is no way that SB could move around or leave the bed Without WAKING Nat up)…. Yeah the poor golden is SHIT OUT OF LUCK. They are just STUCK in bed until the morning and until Nat wakes up.

Before anyone tells me “ Wolverine would have to deal with Nat ( who like mentioned before is a light sleeper and both Wolvie and Nat sleep in a the same way that SB and Nat does EXPECT Wolverine R is the one that is mostly the big spoon and occasionally the little spoon) AND Jean ( because she can sense R’s restless mind and thoughts) .” I know !!!!!

Hope everyone has a nice Spring cleaning and sleep much better than I did ( also that you all have pleasant dreams with no nightmares) !!!!!! Happy Spring EVERYONE!!!!!

I am so so glad you enjoyed it! :) I was really excited to get to write a more happy and domestic fic (since no promises the next one will be 😄), but yes this is everything Nat has always deserved, I'm happy she gets to enjoy it for a little bit.

It has been a long time since you shared your thoughts, they are always welcomed here.

I am sorry you were not able to sleep much, but that is definitely a shared trait of Wolvie!R's lol. We've seen in the first fic already that Wolvie does have trouble sleeping and she likes to go stand on the balcony to look at the stars.

R definitely loves almost all kinds of music. While SB has no real preference for music and just lets Nat pick whatever they should listen to at any given moment. :)

(I also think SB is hardly the big spoon for Sergeant Romanoff...maybe on a rare night once in a blue moon.) But SB probably just lies there under Nat and strokes her hair while they think about whatever is bothering them.

Nat is probably used to Wolvie getting up and going around, sometimes she joins and sometimes she doesn't. (But if Jean is up and trying to follow R, you bet Nat is going to make sure Jean doesn't try anything.)

Welcome back, friend!

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Random Things 035/Dyo Says In His Sleep

Before we begin, for the record 035 on a humanoid body does sleep. He also says some strannge ass things while sleeping. As his 'brain' is anomalous, it gets weird. And now... Dyo's Greatest Hits.

"I'd like to thank the Academy, but you're a bunch of talentless hacks. Goodnight, and come up with an original idea for once."

"Doctor... is that a syringe in your hand, or are you happy to see me?"

"Banana? Honey, I'm the whole fruit stand."

"Roses? For me? You do care, 682!"

"I could totally pull off the seashell bra. I'll prove it." A pause. "On second thought... this damned thing is impractical and uncomfortable. And I kinda like pain."

"My queen, that wig is too much. And why make those poor canaries suffer in that dreadful mess?"

"What do we do every night? Try to break out of containment and take over the world. Do keep up, old chap."

"I'm sorry I said that loincloth makes your ass look big. Will you kindly stop hitting me with a fishing rod, 076-2?"

"Cargo shorts? Dr. Clef, you disappoint me."

"What do you mean, 'sarcasm and pessimism will not look good on your performance review'? I'm not even employed here."

"No, as tempting as naked yoga sounds, I just don't like you, Dr. Bright."

"Hey, hey, hey! Party Keter in the house, yo!" A brief pause. "Fine. I am never saying that again."

"Cactus Man! Cactus Man! Does everything a cactus can. Look out! Here comes the Cactus Man." A minute passes. "Please don't sue us."

"Okay, this is now serious. They brought lawyers."

"Those boots, with that skirt? Tres impractical, my dear."

"Hob and Morpheus are spot on, Shakespeare's a twink. And had legs like a anorexic chicken. Tights... did not flatter him in the least. The Plague Doctor can confirm."

"I met Madame Shelly, a rather charming young lady. Keen intellect, warm smile, and impeccable fashion sense. Not my type, but very lovely. She used to tell the best stories."

"Meh. 'Archeologist' is just the socially acceptable way of saying 'tomb raider' or 'grave robber' in my opinion. Even if what he found went to a museum, Indiana Jones still stole relics from various cultures and sold them for profit."

"You want me to wear clothes? Turn. On. The. Air. Conditioning. It's over 85 degrees in here, and so humid if I had hair it would frizz."

"Donut. It takes some stones to wear pink armor. You're a badass Spartan. Own. The. Armor! Flaunt it! Yeah! Pink and proud, baby!"

"Ooh! Look at the big, strong, scary SuperTyrant in his precious little fedora and trenchcoat. As dumb as this thing is... it's got style. It's a massive bullet sponge from bioweapon hell, but done with actual taste."

"Do I have to share with... HIM? But... he takes way too much. It's my pint of Genocide By Cacao, I stole it fair and square!"

"WHAT? Oh, sure... I spend WEEKS hand embroidering my costume, after cutting and sewing and wigmaking, doing Oscar worthy work, and no one cares. But! Slap some eyeliner on him, braid bloody golden rings and bells into his hair, and suddenly everybody wants to know if Khal Drogo is now in Foundation custody. I worked really hard on my Olenna Tyrell ensemble. Golden roses are complicated! Abel didn't even try! Iris did all the work, give HER the free pizza. This stupid 'Game of Thrones' costume contest is rigged!" Thirty seconds pass. "And that pizza is terrible and loaded with preservatives anyway."

In hindsight... whomever introduced Dyo to the works of George R. R. Martin...has made a grave mistake. At least it was entertaining.