#why do you have so many names little guy!!

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Baby Preparations

Sam and Dean & pregnant little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you’re pregnant, that’s literally it, that’s the plot

Warnings: short and sweet, pregnancy and tooth-rotting fluff

“Sam!”

Your voice calling out Sam’s name had him doing a 180, heading back from the direction he’d came to find you. You were sitting on the floor of the War Room, and instead of the usual newspaper clippings and lore books, there were dozens of paint sample cards.

“You need something?” He asked.

You held out your hands to him, as if you were 6 years old again and asking to be carried.

“I can’t stand up,” you huffed. At Sam’s light snicker, you scowled. “It’s not funny! I can’t move!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” But Sam couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he helped you to your feet. “How’s my nephew doing?”

“He kicks like he’s a dang Winchester,” you grumbled, rubbing your stomach. “And every time he moves I have to pee, and he—“

“Ok, ok.” Sam stopped you, holding up his hands in surrender. “I get the picture, and I really don’t need to know more.”

“Coward,” you scoffed.

“Hey, when it comes to my baby sister’s pregnancy, you bet I am,” Sam admitted.

“Has anyone seen my pie?” Dean’s question could be heard before he even entered the room, a quizzical and grumpy expression on his face.

“The baby wanted it,” you answered, drawing an eye-roll and a huff from your oldest brother.

“Is that always gonna be your answer?” He demanded.

“Not always,” you admitted. “Just maybe another two months until this guy is eating his own food, not mine.”

Dean face twisted, but he didn’t argue—he never did anymore, and you took full advantage of it. Sam saw right through how you were playing Dean like a kazoo, but he didn’t comment on it; it was too much fun to watch.

“Fine,” Dean grumbled. “I’m gonna go on a run.”

Without a word, you pulled a piece of paper from your pocket and handed it to Dean.

“Again?” He demanded. “It better not be full of weird snacks again.”

“Last time wasn’t that weird,” you insisted.

“I’ve never bought so many pickles or marshmallows in my life,” Dean scoffed.

“It’s marshmallow fluff, not marshmallows,” you corrected.

“Remind me why I’m doing this again?” Dean asked.

“Because my stomach doesn’t fit behind the steering wheel anymore.” You grinned. “And you never let me drive Baby anyway, so you get to make the runs.”

“Fine,” Dean caved. “But if I see orange-flavored beef jerky on here again, I’m throwing the list away.”

…

“Hey Sam?”

Sam glanced up from his lore book to see you still staring at your paint samples.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“I can’t pick a color. Can you help?”

Sam shrugged, ditching his book and coming to your side.

“You really can’t pick?”

“I just…” you huffed. “I want it to be perfect.”

“I don’t really think the baby’s gonna care,” Sam argued.

You were quiet for a long moment, and Sam watched as you started to pick at your hands.

“Hey.” Sam’s hand over yours stilled you. “What’s got you all worked up?”

“I mean…we-we never got anything like this. You know, the rooms and—and a house. But Charlie will…and I want it to be perfect.”

Sam smiled—he loved hearing his nephew’s name, the one you’d chosen to honor your best friend—and rested his hands on your shoulder.

“Charlie doesn’t need the perfect room paint to have a happy childhood. He already has so much more than we had—he has a home, and he has a wonderful mother. He’s gonna grow up so happy—it’s not gonna be like how it was with us.”

“Ok.” You took a deep breath. “Ok, thanks Sam.”

“Any time. And you should totally choose the green.”

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[idkanymark]

[So close to what]

best friends to lovers au | haechan x f!reader

INTRO: your best friend is in love with you but you’re too scared of ruin the friendship to accept his feelings.

w. slightly suggestive

NOTE: Exam season is over and I finally have a little bit of time. How are you?

Do you guys prefer when I use the name Haechan or Donghyuck? Please let me know!

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"Did you hear?" Ryujin asked, leaning in with a knowing smirk.

"Heard what?" you replied, raising a brow.

"Hoseok wanted to ask you out—but Haechan stopped him."

"What?" You blinked, stunned.

Everyone knew about Haechan’s feelings for you. He never said it outright, but his actions spoke loud enough. From high school to university, he remained by your side—teasing, annoying, and somehow still your favorite person. You’d lost count of how many times you tried to strangle him, probably resembling Homer and Bart, yet you couldn’t imagine life without him. That’s exactly why you never acknowledged his feelings, and Haechan was smart enough never to say them aloud.

"Do you really not see him as more than a friend?" Ryujin pressed.

"Yes, I'm sure” you said firmly.

Well… that was going to change soon.

Especially that evening, you and Haechan were having your usual dinner night—something that had become routine ever since you recently moved in together near campus.

Coming back from work, you expected the usual - maybe Haechan napping on the couch or raiding the fridge before dinner. What you didn’t expect was to find Haechan shirtless, playing with your dog.

You’d seen him shirtless plenty of times before. But not since he started hitting the gym. And wow—he had changed. Broad shoulders, toned arms, defined abs. When did this happen?

You were too busy staring to realize he had caught you. He turned, amusement flickering in his eyes as he fought back a smirk.

“Oh, you’re back?” he said casually, like he hadn’t just sent your brain into overdrive. “I already prepped everything for dinner.”

“Oh? Mh—yeah, I—” Wait. Why did it suddenly feel hot? Was there no air in here?

“I’m just gonna take a quick shower first!” you blurted before bolting to the bathroom, your heartbeat hammering in your ears.

As you shut the door behind you, you swore you heard him chuckle.

Haechan 1 - 0 You.

By the time you stepped out of the shower, you had successfully convinced yourself that you were not affected by Haechan’s sudden gym-induced glow-up. You were just tired. Stressed. Hungry. That’s all.

You walked into the kitchen, determined to act normal, only to find Haechan already setting up the ingredients. His damp hair was pushed back, a few strands falling lazily over his forehead. The sleeveless shirt he threw on did absolutely nothing to hide the changes you were desperately trying to ignore.

"Feeling better?" he teased, glancing at you with that look—the one that always meant trouble.

You rolled your eyes and reached for the cutting board. "Just hand me the vegetables."

The two of you moved around the kitchen in a familiar rhythm, chopping, stirring, and sneaking bites of food when you thought the other wasn’t looking. Everything was fine—until you struggled with the knife, your hands slipping slightly on the carrot you were cutting.

Before you could react, Haechan was behind you. Right behind you.

"Here, let me help” he murmured, his chest just barely brushing against your back as he reached around you. His hands covered yours, guiding your grip on the knife.

You swore the temperature in the room shot up ten degrees.

"You’re holding it too loosely” he continued, his voice lower than usual. "You need to be firm."

Firm. Right. Firm grip. Not shaky hands. Not the overwhelming awareness of how close he was, how warm he felt, how good he smelled—why does he smell so good?!

"You okay?" he asked, his breath fanning against your ear.

No. Absolutely not.

"Yeah! Of course! Totally fine!" you blurted, stepping forward so fast you nearly knocked the bowl off the counter. "You know what? Maybe you should handle the cutting. I’ll just… stir."

Haechan watched you with amusement, the corners of his lips twitching upward. "You’re acting weird” he said, crossing his arms.

You grabbed the nearest spoon and pointed it at him. "I am not acting weird. You’re acting weird!"

He just chuckled, shaking his head as he picked up the knife again. "Whatever you say."

Haechan 2 - 0 You

And for the first time, you started to wonder if maybe—just maybe—you weren’t as immune to him as you thought.

-----

A road trip was long overdue. Ever since Haechan got his driver license, it had been your thing- just you, Haechan, the open road, a questionable playlist, the endless banter. Nothing had changed.

Or so you thought.

As you hopped into the car, adjusting your seat, Haechan shot you a lazy grin. “I got everything we might need so you can ride comfortably.”

You choked on air.

Ride comfortably?

Your head snapped toward him, but he was already looking straight ahead, fingers drumming against the steering wheel like he hadn’t just said that. Oh, this man was choosing his words very carefully these days.

“Oh?” You cleared your throat, narrowing your eyes. “And what exactly does that mean?”

Haechan turned to you, feigning innocence. “You know, snacks, pillows, a blanket in case you get cold—” He glanced at you, his smirk deepening. “Why? What did you think I meant?”

Your brain short-circuited.

“I—nothing. I just—shut up and drive” you muttered, yanking your seatbelt on as heat crept up your neck.

The car rumbled to life, and soon, you were cruising down the highway, music filling the space between you. But something was different. You could feel it in the air, thick and charged, every teasing glance from Haechan making it worse.

“So” he started, tapping his fingers against the wheel, “when are you gonna admit it?”

You frowned. “Admit what?”

“That you’ve been acting weird around me lately.”

Your grip on your drink tightened. “I have not—”

“You literally sprinted to the bathroom the other day after seeing me shirtless.”

Your jaw clenched. “I was hot.”

“Oh, I bet you were.”

Your head snapped toward him, and he was already grinning like he won some kind of game. You hated how smug he looked. You hated even more how right he probably was.

You exhaled sharply, turning your gaze back to the road.

Haechan 3 - 0 You

And this trip was far from over.

-----

The sky was drenched in deep oranges and purples as the road stretched endlessly ahead. The entire trip had been a game—one you were losing miserably. Haechan had been relentless, throwing teasing remarks and smug glances your way, collecting points without even trying.

But not this time.

You shifted in your seat, stretching your arms above your head with a casual sigh. “Ugh, I should’ve worn something lighter" you muttered, tugging at the neckline of your top just enough to draw attention. “It’s so hot in here.”

Haechan didn’t react at first, his eyes fixed on the road. But you caught it—the quick flicker of his gaze toward you, the subtle shift in his grip on the steering wheel.

Encouraged, you went in for the kill. “Maybe I should just take this off" you mused, fingers hooking under the hem of your shirt as if you were actually considering it.

That did it.

His knuckles went white against the wheel, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, and he exhaled slowly, like he was physically restraining himself.

Still, he said nothing.

The air inside the car grew thick with something different. No teasing comeback, no cocky remark. Just tension. Heavy, undeniable tension.

And that’s when you knew.

Haechan wasn’t winning this round. You were. You finally got a point.

A slow smirk crept onto your face as you leaned back, satisfied. “Hey, pass me the aux.”

For a second, he didn’t move. Then, finally, he let out a sharp breath, shaking his head with a disbelieving chuckle as he grabbed the cord and handed it to you.

“You’re so annoying” he muttered, gripping the wheel a little too tightly.

You grinned, plugging in your phone. “Something wrong?”

He scoffed, dragging a hand through his hair. “I hate you”

No, he didn’t.

Haechan 3 - 1 You

-----

The ride to Busan had been long. Five hours of charged silence, stolen glances, and the occasional throat-clearing that neither of you acknowledged. By the time you arrived, exhaustion was settling into your bones—but the universe clearly wasn’t done messing with you.

Because the moment you stepped into your Airbnb, you were met with a problem.

“A bed?” Your voice pitched slightly. “There’s only one bed?”

Haechan, standing behind you, blinked at the sight like he was just now realizing it.

You turned to him, arms crossed. “Haechan. You booked this place.”

“I didn’t know that!” he defended, throwing his hands up. “I just saw the good reviews and a nice view—how was I supposed to check that?”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. The tension had already been unbearable, and now, this? It was like karma was punishing you for something.

Still, you were exhausted. Arguing wasn’t worth it.

“I’ll order food" you sighed. “Go take a shower, you must be tired from all the driving.”

Haechan smirked as he grabbed a towel. “Try not to freak out during our honeymoon, sweetheart” he teased, throwing a wink before disappearing into the bathroom.

You picked up a pillow from the couch and chucked it at the door.

By the time he came out, hair damp and smelling annoyingly good, the food had arrived, and you were already eating. He plopped down across from you, stealing a fry off your plate without asking—typical.

For a while, there was just the quiet clatter of chopsticks and the hum of the TV in the background. Then, finally, he spoke.

“I’ll take the couch.”

You paused mid-bite, blinking at him.

Something about the way he said it made your stomach twist. You should have felt relieved. You should have nodded and moved on. But instead, there was this stupid little twinge of… what? Disappointment?

No. Definitely not.

“Alright" you muttered, pushing your rice around with your chopsticks.

Haechan glanced at you, lips twitching like he was debating whether to say something. “Unless…” he started.

You looked up. “Unless what?”

He grinned, leaning his chin on his hand. “Unless you want me in bed with you.”

You stared at him. “I will smother you with a pillow.”

Haechan laughed, shaking his head as he leaned back. “Relax, I’m just messing with you.”

You rolled your eyes, pretending the warmth in your face was from the food.

And the night was far from over.

-----

The tension from the car ride still lingered as you both got ready for bed. Haechan was setting up his spot on the couch, fluffing a pillow as if it would magically make it more comfortable. You sat on the edge of the bed, watching him.

He had driven for almost five hours straight. He deserved a comfortable bed—not a stiff couch—yet here you were, letting your ridiculous nerves and hormones get in the way.

What kind of awful person were you?

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Haechan."

He hummed in acknowledgment, not looking up.

You hesitated, then finally blurted, "Would you like to sleep with me on the bed?"

That got his attention.

Haechan froze mid-motion, blinking at you as if he hadn’t heard you correctly. "I’m sorry, what?"

You exhaled sharply. "I said: Would you like to sleep with me on the bed?"

A beat of silence. Then, "Are you sure?" His voice held an unusual hesitation, as if he didn’t quite believe this was happening.

"I’ll change my mind if you don’t jump on the bed in the next few sec—"

You didn’t even get to finish.

Haechan was already diving onto the bed, a satisfied grin on his face.

You rolled your eyes, shifting under the covers as he got comfortable beside you. It felt… strange. Too quiet. Too real. You both instinctively turned your backs to each other, but that only made it worse.

Minutes passed. Maybe an hour. But sleep never came.

You sighed softly, rolling over. "Haechan, are you awake?"

He turned too, now facing you in the dim light. "Yeah."

Your breath caught. Being this close, lying in the same bed—it was something entirely new. His face was barely a foot away, his eyes searching yours as if waiting for something.

He looked ethereal.

"Can I tell you something?" His voice was quieter this time, careful.

Your heartbeat stuttered. "Yeah."

He hesitated for only a second before saying, "I’ve liked you for a while."

The confession hit you like a slow-burning flame, creeping through your chest and spreading warmth and panic all at once.

"It could ruin our friendship…" you whispered.

"It won’t" he said immediately. "We will never break up."

There was no hesitation in his voice, no doubt. Just certainty. And for some reason, that certainty felt like the safest thing in the world.

"Do you feel it too?" he asked.

You swallowed hard, then nodded. "Yes."

Something shifted. The space between you felt smaller, your breaths mingling in the stillness of the room. Neither of you spoke. You didn’t need to.

And then, he kissed you.

It was soft at first, almost hesitant—like he wanted to take his time, like he wanted to memorize the way you felt. His lips moved against yours slowly, testing, savoring. But when you kissed him back, he exhaled against your skin, pulling you in just a little closer. His fingers brushed against your cheek, warm and steady, anchoring you in the moment.

The kiss deepened, unspoken emotions spilling into it—years of teasing, of unspoken tension, of lingering glances neither of you ever acknowledged. And now? Now it was undeniable.

When you finally broke apart, both of you breathless, he rested his forehead against yours, his hand still cradling your face.

Then, just as you thought the moment couldn’t get any more overwhelming, Haechan smirked.

"Oh, by the way," he murmured, "I did know there was only one bed"

Silence.

Your eyes widened. "You WHAT?!"

Before he could react, you shoved him, grabbing a pillow to physically wipe that smirk off his face.

Haechan burst into laughter, dodging your attacks. "Hey, don’t be mad! It worked, didn’t it?"

"YOU’RE UNBELIEVABLE!"

Still grinning, he caught your wrists, pulling you back down beside him with a chuckle. "Come on, sweetheart, you still feel like yelling at me?"

You huffed, glaring at him. But the warmth in his gaze, the lingering feeling of his lips on yours—it was impossible to stay mad.

Haechan 4 - 1 You

And somehow, you didn’t even mind.

But then the laughter finally died down, leaving only the sound of your breaths in the quiet room. Haechan was still grinning, lying beside you like he had just won the biggest game of his life. Technically, he had.

You glared at him, still trying to process everything. The confession. The kiss. The fact that he had planned the one-bed situation all along.

But before you could throw another insult his way, he suddenly smirked—that famous smirk, the one that always meant trouble.

"Do you remember my suggestion?" he asked, voice dripping with amusement.

You frowned. "What suggestion?"

Then it hit you.

Your brain rewound back to earlier that day. The car ride. The teasing.

"I got everything we might need so you can ride comfortably."

Your eyes widened, heat creeping up your neck.

Haechan noticed the exact moment you put it together because his smirk deepened.

"Are you still up for it?" he asked, his voice lower now, playful but laced with something else. Something dangerous.

You swallowed, your pulse hammering in your ears. You should say no. You should roll over, ignore him, and go to sleep like a rational person.

But you didn’t.

Instead, without breaking eye contact, you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers with his before tugging him closer.

Haechan’s eyes darkened slightly, his smirk faltering just enough for you to know you had caught him off guard.

“I don’t mind a ride”

That was all he needed.

In a flash, his arms were around you, pulling you flush against him. His warmth, his scent—everything about him surrounded you in an instant. His lips brushed against your temple, trailing slowly down to your cheek before hovering just inches from your lips.

Haechan 5 - 1 You

But by the way he was holding you, it felt like you both won.

[jjmbbg]

ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴇᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

thank u @daylighted for literally reassure me that doing this was alright and all. this is me, guys, joining to the "object!reader verse"!! hope you love her <3

✮ Leather Jacket!reader has a rough personality with strangers, always possessing cold and gloomy looks, and being blunt enough to make an adult cry. But Dean doesn't really seem to have a problem with her. After all, she was his.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader appeared, or rather, reappeared, in Dean's life after years. How or why is unknown. Maybe it was due to the sentimental value Dean had for it when it was still a simple object, that feeling of security it gave him every time he put it on and, maybe, a witch must have done it.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader didn't have a name at first, where Dean only called her by pet names, "sweetheart", "princess", "darling", etc., but it got to the point where "Jackie" started to be an ideal name. Or at least for strangers to call her that, because for Dean, she will always be "sweetheart".

✮ Leather Jacket!reader has memories, many memories, that she likes to remember.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader has brown hair, with some strands even lighter than others—it reminds Dean of what his jacket looked like the last time he saw it—and captivating eyes that Dean always gets lost in every time he looks at them.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader smells like what Dean remembers, besides the very clear smell of leather, she has a soft touch of whiskey and something like wet earth. Also, she still has Dean's cologne on her skin, and no matter how hard she tries to get it off, she can't. That cozy, familiar scent is a part of her forever.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader may be cold and blunt, but she also has a sensitive side. But she HATES showing that side of herself with all her might, and only allows herself to do so when Dean is around—and only when she can no longer bottle up her emotions.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader can't really read. She recognizes certain words and sentences, especially the ones Dean always says, but beyond that she can't.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader is basically what Dean wants in a woman. She's independent, strong, feisty, open-minded, and has her heart set on him. A woman who knows that, despite love and affection, the hunt always comes first.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader is fond of Sam and vice versa. She's like the little sister he never had, and she's the person he can tell things to that he'd never tell Dean. She listens and doesn't judge.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader will never agree with anyone but Dean—and sometimes anyone but Sam. #1 ally and defender of the Winchesters, always looking out for the pair of fools.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader has a favorite seat: Dean's lap. And it's really hard to get her to leave it when they're out at bars—not that Dean minds, clearly.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader isn't just a jacket that came to life and turned into a woman. Leather Jacket —Jackie— is a woman who feels, loves, laughs, eats, and cries. She loves learning to read and watching weird movies that Dean or Sam like. She likes to stick her head out the car window and feel the wind blow through her hair. She likes to belt out songs that the Winchesters hate just to annoy them. She likes to stand barefoot in the rain even if she ends up getting sick from it. She likes to pick out her own and Dean's clothes to match each other, or help Sam get better outfits even though, due to their lifestyle, it's not necessary.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader loves being a human being now.

[roomwithanopenfire]

Stats Sunday

Happy March!! Thanks for the tag @nausikaaa! Unfortunately, my goal is to make this banner worse every month, so be prepared—we've only just begun.

Early post for me. I should be sleeping but I started making my graphs and then... well, here we are.

Here's my February Recap loll. Stats and graphs and musings incoming. (this post is so long but i promise there's a snippet in here)

Rest of post is under the cut. It is long. You've been warned.

I've posted two things last month! A valentine's day fic for Ebb/Fiona and Chapter 3 of the Way We Are. (Technically i posted 3 but this stranger things oneshot was posted on the 1st and written in January so it feels like January's accomplishment)

Total words written for February: 14405 (this beats Jan by 460 words!)

Days I met my writing goal (200 words): 20

Days I didn't write or edit anything: 4

Day I wrote the most: Feb 11th with 2249 (this beats last month's high score of 1717!)

Number of Fics worked on: 10 technically, but i have not been consistent with most of them. mainly worked on 3.

Daily Average: 514 words (but like last month i am highly inconsistent and my WC varies wildy depending on the day)

(I really like the little curve in the middle. also two the days that look like zero are actually 1 words, which is my placeholder if i spend all day editing)

And here's a pie chart to show my WC distribution across projects. Tbh a lot of these were fics that i've had in my fic ideas doc and all i did was make a google doc for them and word barf onto it my ideas, that's why there's so many small slices.

some slices are so small you don't even get to know my placeholder names. also i hope the title THTHIPWGI intrigues you, i'm always excited when i can title a fic right away and refer to it by a fun accyromn on my spreadsheet.

Other notable things from February:

I finished writing all of The Way We Are!! (kind of. i have one more scene to write. Monica's fault.)

I took over the @carry-on-sapphic-week event!! Check out the prompts if you haven't yet <3

I've received So Many beautiful valentines from the CO discord servers exchange. my mailbox and my heart has been full

The CO fandom was able to raise $500 for Fandom Trumps Hate!! (and I got to make a spreadsheet bc of this!!!) (also i won two auctions from this, one for each fandom i'm in)

My car battery died and I had to get a new one :/

I started a new journal!

I finally figured out how to spell February

my savage worlds campaign finally got our ship back and made it off this stupid planet that we've been on forever.

i've started watching Yellowjackets and I'm really enjoying it

I read so many CO AU fest fics and each one of them was so good. I think i've read all except one so far, and honestly this fest has been so fun i'm obsessed with you guys, you're are so talented.

SPEAKING of CO AU fest fics, @fiend-for-culture's fic, Everything In Between, is SO good, i've been thinking about it all week. you should read it (and leave a comment so i can read it bc i'm stalking the comments on this fic and there's not enough to sate me)

i have spring break in just one week!!

Okay, i promised you words, so here's a snip from my COBB.

“And I’m sorry,” Simon says. “For what?” “Driving you off yesterday.” “That wasn’t your fault. I was being terrible.” “Yeah,” Simon agrees. “But I shouldn’t have dismissed you like that.” I make a face. “I’m not having a heart-to-heart with you, Snow.” Simon groans. “Why do you have to do that?" "What" "Everytime I think we're making progress you say something nasty like that."

sorry this post is so long, thank you for reading if you made it this far

tags, hellos, and apologies:

@alexalexinii @aristocratic-otter @argumentativeantitheticalg @artsyunderstudy @arthurkko

@beastmonstertitan @blackberrysummerblog @best--dress @bookishbroadwayandblind @bookish-bogwitch

@the-beard-of-edward-teach @brilla-brilla-estrellita @cccloudsss @ciescen @confused-bi-queer

@cutestkilla @drowninginships @facewithoutheart @emeryhall @fiend-for-culture

@hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @theimpossibledemon @jyae23

@larkral @lovelettersto-mars @meanjeansjeans @m1ndwinder @monbons

@noblecorgi @orange-peony @prettygoododds @raenestee @rimeswithpurple

@run-for-chamo-miles @rbkzz @shrekgogurt @simonscones @skee3000

@supercutedinosaurs @sweetronancer @talentpiper11 @toc-the-scrambled @thewholelemon

@valeffelees @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

added some new ppl to this tag list, feel free to share a wip you're working on—art, fic, etc. it does not have to stats like mine is loll. i use wipsdays as my soapbox.

[aryadelvich]

Popular girl x nerdy guys, Luigi Mangione

(I don’t know if it’s him in this picture but it looks exactly like him)

This one is from this request

You were the new girl at university. You had missed the first semester for medical reasons, but now everything was fine. You quickly managed to fit in, and soon, you became the popular girl—the one everyone wanted to be friends with, the one who rejected every guy on campus.

Except for one: Luigi.

He never really tried to talk to you. He was always with his friends, and sometimes, your groups would cross paths and exchange greetings. While the other guys in his group were friendly and eager to chat, he remained distant. He didn’t look at you, didn’t talk to you, and when he did, it was brief—just the usual polite courtesies.

Everyone thought you hated him because he was the only one who didn’t give you attention, but it was quite the opposite. He was the only one who didn’t approach you expecting something in return.

The popularity you had built was just a shield. In truth, you were pretending to be someone else, just to fit in, just to avoid eating lunch alone. But part of you felt heavy, out of place. Every conversation, every topic—you were always pretending.

In high school, you didn’t have many friends. People thought you were too weird. The only friends you had were the other "weird" ones, and though you still kept in touch, they were no longer in the same city as you.

But Luigi—he had no trouble being himself. He dressed however he wanted. Once, one of your "friends" mocked him for wearing this same adidas — which you find so cute— sweatshirt several times in a few weeks. He had simply replied, sarcastically, that washing machines existed. She immediately fell silent.

Inside, you were thrilled. It wasn’t something to comment on in the first place, but you didn’t have the courage to go against your friend. You didn’t want to be pushed out of the group.

Luigi did whatever he wanted, with passion—video games, sports, traveling, outings, museums, books, movies���

You found yourself thinking about him often. He was so kind, yet he never let anyone take advantage of his kindness. And he did it all so effortlessly. You envied him.

And now, it was the moment you looked forward to every day—the moment your friend groups crossed paths in the hallway.

He was there, right in front of you.

"Hey, Y/n," he said, glancing at you briefly before greeting the other girls by name.

He was always modest, never looking down on anyone. He called everyone by their name, and if he didn’t know it, he would politely ask.

And just like that, the moment you had been waiting for was over. The groups went their separate ways.

It was too short. You wanted more. But not in a romantic way—platonically. He was inspiring.

"I matched with Luigi yesterday," one of your friends, Elena, suddenly announced.

All the girls turned to her instantly.

"What? That Luigi? The nerd? He has Tinder?" they asked, surprised.

"Yeah, his friends made him one because, according to them, he really deserves to find love."

"Nobody’s good enough for him," Emma added.

"Well, he chose me," your friend smirked. "I mean, he’s a little awkward but I can change him, give him a makeover." She added, "The other day, he took off his sweatshirt because he was hot, and I saw his amazing abs."

You sighed internally, feeling a little disappointed.

Luigi was interested in her?

He hadn’t had many—if any—relationships before, and for some reason, that had reassured you.

"Why aren’t you saying anything, Y/n? Aren’t you happy for me?"

So hypocritical.

"Of course I am," you forced a smile. "If you’re happy, then I am too."

•••A few hours later•••

You had finally managed to slip away from your group of friends. You had to get to your math club, and you didn’t want them to know. If they found out, your reputation would be ruined.

You cursed yourself internally.

Why were you doing all of this? Be yourself, Y/n. Let go. Stop caring about what people think.

Easier said than done.

You stepped through the door of the club. The room fell silent.

"Uh, the fashion club is down the hall," one of the members said.

"This is the math club, right?" you asked, just to be sure.

"Yeah…?"

"Good. This is exactly where I meant to be. I’m Y/n, and I’d like to become a member."

"We all know who you are," they said in unison.

"Okay, then let’s get started," you said, putting down your things.

"Sorry, but we only accept people who have a good level in math. You don’t exactly seem like someone very committed to studying," the club leader admitted.

Then, a deep and familiar voice cut through the silence.

"At least let her try. You’re judging without knowing."

You recognized it instantly.

Luigi.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Why was it beating so fast?

He looked at you kindly—something no one else in the room did.

"Luigi, we don’t have time. The competition is in three weeks, and she has an entire semester to catch up on," the club leader protested.

"Then let’s give her a problem that covers everything we’ve studied. If she has gaps, I’ll personally tutor her," Luigi suggested.

One-on-one lessons? A little voice in your head told you to make a few mistakes just to get that time with him. But your desire to prove yourself was stronger. Besides, Luigi already had a date coming up, and it definitely wasn’t with you.

"I’ll take on any challenge you give me. I promise I have the skills and the motivation," you said with determination.

Luigi looked at you, amused. The club members exchanged glances before agreeing.

Selena—one of the members—wrote a complex equation on the board. You had twenty minutes to solve it.

You looked at the equation. A heavy silence filled the room. The club members watched you, waiting to see if you were up to the challenge.

Without hesitation, you picked up the marker and started writing. Step by step, you broke down the problem, quickly finding the best approach. The room remained silent, except for the faint sound of the marker gliding across the board.

After a few minutes, you boxed your final answer and turned around.

The club leader checked your work, his eyes scanning each step. Then, he let out a small sigh.

“…It’s correct.”

A few murmurs of surprise echoed through the room.

Luigi smirked. “Told you. You judged too fast.”

The leader hesitated, then finally said, “Alright. Y/n, welcome to the club.”

Relief washed over you. You had done it.

Luigi met your gaze and gave you a small nod of approval. For some reason, that felt like the biggest victory of all.

The only two other girls in the group were thrilled. The guys, however, grumbled.

"It’s normal they’re a bit jealous," Luigi reassured you. "You’re the first one to solve this problem."

"Oh, I see. And to think girls are the ones with a reputation for being catty," you teased.

Luigi chuckled.

"I have to admit, I’m surprised to see you here. This doesn’t really seem like your thing" he said.

"My thing ?” You echoed. “What exactly is ‘my thing’ supposed to be ?"

"No, I just mean… you’re Y/n. The popular girl. You hang out with the most popular group, go to all the parties, all the events…" he explained.

"You hesitated, glancing around before lowering your voice. "Well, I’d rather people not know I’m here, so… let’s keep this between us."

His brow furrowed. "Why?"

You exhaled, already regretting bringing it up. "Because it wouldn’t exactly help my reputation." You admitted.

His expression changed—he was always so expressive—and now, you could tell he was judging you.

"Oh, I get it. You wanna be the cool girl who cares about nothing."

“That’s not true”your jaw tightened.

But even as you said it, you weren’t sure if you believed it yourself.

And judging by the look on his face, neither was he.

Maybe that’s why he barely spoke to you—he had probably seen right through you.

"So that’s why you hardly ever talk to me? Because you think I’m fake and shallow?" You needed answers.

His expression softened slightly, his brows lifting just a little.

"N-no, that’s not it. Trust me. I’m sorry for what I said. It was mean. I just… never mind. Forget it."

"I should get to work before the group kicks me out," you said, ending the conversation.

"I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret," he reassured you.

"Do whatever you want," you muttered. You just wanted to focus on math.

He lowered his head, looking almost ashamed. He hadn’t meant to upset you, but it had been a long time since someone had been that honest with you—not even your so-called friends.

••• Few weeks later

A few weeks had passed. You loved your new club. Everyone was great, and no one looked down on anyone else. Everyone helped each other. At first, they had been distant, seeing you as the superficial girl who thought she was above everyone, but you had proven them wrong. Now, conversations flowed easily.

And then there was Luigi.

Just his presence was enough to brighten your day. You wished he felt the same way, but he never seemed interested in anyone. He never talked about girls, and whenever someone brought up the topic, he completely dodged the question.

The competition was in two days, and you and Luigi had been chosen as the team’s representatives. The members had picked the two most “presentable” people for the so-called "beauty privilege," which had shocked Luigi. He never thought he would be chosen, believing himself to be far from attractive. But he was the only one who thought that. He had no idea how effortlessly charismatic he was, which only made him even more charming.

"Hey, want to meet up tonight to go over our presentation?" he asked.

"Yes, I'd love to," you replied enthusiastically.

"Let’s say 6 PM?"

"See you later." You smiled before heading off.

••6 PM••

Sitting side by side in the library, you were going over the final points for the competition. Papers were scattered across the table, filled with calculations and notes.

"Are you nervous?" Luigi asked, leaning back in his chair.

"A little," you admitted. "I trust our skills, but the idea of speaking in front of a jury stresses me out."

He nodded. "Yeah, that’s always the hardest part. But honestly, you’ve got nothing to prove—you already impressed the whole club."

You smiled.

He was about to add something when someone interrupted the conversation.

"Y/n? What are you doing here? Hey, Luigi."

It was her. Again. What did she want? She walked over and sat next to you.

"Are you taking private lessons, Y/n?"

You didn’t know what to say. But it was so ridiculous—why hide it? Just admit the truth, this isn’t high school anymore.

"Yeah, she didn’t understand much in applied math, so I’m helping her out," Luigi said as an excuse.

"Oh, you give lessons? Because I’m interested too. I’m struggling with chemistry," your friend asked.

"maybe next time?" Luigi replied, throwing you a brief glance.

"Alright, give me your number, I’ll contact you."

"I’ll come to you when I have time," was the only excuse he could come up with.

"But I thought you already had his number?" you asked, curious about her response.

"Why would I have it?"

"Tind—"

"No, Y/n, I don’t know what you’re talking about," she cut you off.

An awkward silence settled. Elena took out her phone, and while you went back to studying, she stayed on it.

"Y/n, Tyler organized a surprise party today, are we going?" Elena suggested.

You really didn’t want to go. You weren’t interested in the first place, and on top of that, Luigi would be there. You’d much rather spend time with him than go to a party where anything could happen.

"Uh… I…"

"Come on! You’d rather do math than have fun?" She tried to convince you.

"You can go alone or ask someone else. I have an important exam in two days, I need to be in shape," you justified.

Why am I even justifying myself? I do what I want, after all.

"You’d rather stay with Luigi, is that it? That’s such a pick-me move."

"What? No," you stammered.

"Elena, I think you’re going a bit too far," Luigi defended.

"No, Luigi, stay out of it. Every time I invite her somewhere, she refuses."

"Because she can’t, why insist?" Luigi added.

"Stop, both of you. Fine, I’ll go with you," you gave in.

You gathered your things. Luigi sighed and crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair.

"Y/n, you really don’t have to," Luigi insisted.

"It’s fine, leave me alone with your math," you said, reluctantly.

Luigi let out a nervous laugh. "Seriously?"

You didn’t reply and left with Elena.

"We’re gonna have so much fun!" she said enthusiastically.

"Actually, I’m not going. I don’t feel well."

"It’ll pass, come on, Y/n! We never have fun with you."

"Then go alone or with someone else. I’m going to my room."

You left before she could respond. You didn’t want to go. She was too pushy.

•••The Next Day •••

"It’s nothing."

His tone was cold, distant. He barely looked at you, focused on setting his bag on the table.

You frowned.

"Luigi… are you sure you’re okay?"

"Yeah."

He took out a notebook and started flipping through the pages like you weren’t even there. It was frustrating. Usually, even when he was tired, he took the time to talk to you. Now, he was clearly avoiding you.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No." He answered too quickly.

He sighed, closed his notebook, and finally met your gaze. He hesitated.

"Yesterday, you were acting weird. Like… I felt like you wanted to stay, but in the end, you followed her just because she insisted."

He shrugged slightly.

"But hey, you do what you want. I just… thought we were friends."

His expression was neutral, but you knew he wasn’t saying everything.

Your heart clenched.

"We are friends," you replied.

He let out a bitter chuckle.

"Yeah… sure."

You wanted to protest, to tell him it wasn’t that simple. But was that really an excuse? He was right. Why did you keep forcing yourself to follow Elena when you didn’t even want to?

You sighed, searching for your words.

"I don’t want to go to those parties. I’d rather be here, with you, with the others in the club… But I’m afraid that if I say no too often, they’ll stop inviting me."

Luigi finally looked at you, as if trying to read your mind.

"And? Would that really be a loss?"

His question caught you off guard. You already knew the answer.

"No," you admitted.

He nodded, satisfied.

"Then stop making things harder for yourself."

His voice was soft, calming. He wasn’t angry anymore, just… tired of seeing you force yourself.

You smiled slightly.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

He leaned over his notebook and opened it again.

"Alright, are we studying, or are you ditching me again for some lame party?"

You shook your head, amused.

"No, I got the message."

He smirked, satisfied, and started explaining an exercise to you.

•••Noon, Cafeteria •••

You walked through the crowded cafeteria, tray in hand. In the distance, you saw your group of friends. You joined them, but quickly regretted it. Elena. She was talking about you.

"She won, didn’t she? She stole him from me."

You pressed your lips together at her sharp tone.

"Stole who?" one of her friends asked, intrigued.

"Luigi, obviously. She spends all her time with him now. Before, he would never have ignored me like this. Every time I try to talk to him, he always has an excuse. What a coincidence."

"Aren’t you exaggerating a bit? They’re just friends," another voice chimed in.

"Please. You can see how she acts around him. She plays the perfect girl, all mysterious and smart, when before, she didn’t care about clubs or any of that. All just to impress him."

You wanted to ignore it. Pretend you didn’t hear. But…

"What’s your problem, exactly?" you asked, exasperated.

She paled slightly before straightening up, feigning innocence.

"Oh, it’s not a problem. I was just making an observation. If you have a clear conscience, you don’t have to feel targeted."

You crossed your arms and gave her a sarcastic smile.

"A clear conscience? Elena, you talk like Luigi is some trophy we’re fighting over. He’s not. If you want him, go ahead! He’s all yours."

She opened her mouth, then closed it, searching for a comeback.

"And Stole? You never even bothered to talk to him."

Everyone was watching. You were the spectacle of the day. Luigi had heard everything but decided to step in only if things got physical.

Elena let out a nervous laugh, caught off guard. She never thought you’d stand up to her.

"You’re crazy. Ever since you joined that math club, you’ve changed so much. I’m disappointed. Right, girls?" She looked at her friends, but none of them said a word.

"Let me tell you something, Elena—no one likes you, they’re all just pretending. Maybe look at yourself before judging others," you said sharply.

"Without me, you’d be alone."

"I don’t give a damn."

You left the table and sat alone. But Luigi quickly joined you.

"Wow, what a show," he said, impressed.

••• Math Competition Day •••

The atmosphere was tense, but Luigi remained calm, hands in his pockets.

"Ready?" he asked.

"As much as I can be."

The competition started. You quickly solved the first problem, a complex algebra exercise. The second, a probability puzzle, took more thought, but you found the trick just in time. The third was the hardest. Luigi scribbled calculations while you searched for a simplification.

"Wait… we overcomplicated it. Look."

You rewrote the equation, and his eyes lit up.

"Brilliant. Let’s submit it."

A few minutes later, the results were announced.

"The winning university is… University of Pennsylvania!"

Cheers erupted. In the excitement, you jumped into Luigi’s arms. He froze for a second before smiling and wrapping his arms around your waist. Shivers ran down your spine, but you quickly snapped out of it. Luigi would never be interested in a girl. He was far too absorbed in his own life.

Later, after the excitement had faded and the crowd dispersed, you and Luigi found yourselves alone outside the auditorium. The night air was cool, the silence between you thick with unspoken words.

“You were incredible,” Luigi finally said, his voice soft but certain. “We made the right choice letting you join the club.”

You smiled, a little flustered. “Thanks, but I wouldn’t have gotten this far without your help.”

“No, Y/n,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t think you realize it—you’re so much more than what people assume about you.”

You hesitated, then admitted, “Honestly, I took inspiration from you. Every time I saw you in the halls, you always seemed so confident, so passionate about what you were doing.”

Luigi’s eyes widened, almost disbelieving. “Are you kidding? You were so radiant, so out of reach, I couldn’t even bring myself to meet your eyes.”

He laughed, but there was a nervous edge to it—like he still couldn’t believe you were standing here with him now. The way he looked at you—half in awe, half in disbelief—made your heart pound.

“You really thought that?” you asked, tilting your head. “That you couldn’t even look at me?”

He let out a soft breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Of course. You were everything I wasn’t. Confident, popular, surrounded by people who adored you. Meanwhile, I—”

“You were the one who ignored me first,” you interrupted, stepping closer.

His eyes snapped to yours, surprise flickering across his face.

“You think I never noticed you, but I did,” you continued, voice quieter now. “I saw you in the library, buried in your notes. I saw you in class, always knowing the answer and always raising your hand. And every time I tried to say hi, you looked away.”

Luigi swallowed hard. “That wasn’t because I didn’t care.”

“Then why?”

He hesitated, then exhaled, his voice barely above a whisper. “Because I cared too much.”

The confession sent a shiver down your heart.

“I liked you, Y/n. I still do.” His gaze flickered to the ground before meeting yours again, full of quiet longing. “But I always thought… someone like you would never—”

You didn’t let him finish.

With a surge of emotion, you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. He froze, his breath hitching.

“You’re wrong,” you murmured. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Luigi’s lips parted slightly, his grip on your hand tightening just a fraction. For a moment, he just stared at you, as if waiting for permission to believe this was real.

And then, hesitantly, shyly, he leaned in.

The first brush of his lips was featherlight, uncertain, but when you didn’t pull away, he kissed you again—deeper this time, his hands trembling slightly where they rested against you. He tasted like warmth and hesitation, like someone who had been holding back for far too long.

Then you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath unsteady.

••• Party night •••

The bass from the party thumped through the walls, reverberating in Luigi’s chest as he stood awkwardly in the corner of the crowded room. A red solo cup dangled from his fingers, untouched, as he scanned the sea of bodies for you.

"Hey, nerd," you purred from behind him, and he turned to see you smirking, your eyes glittering under the strobe lights. You were dressed in a tight black dress that hugged every curve, your hair cascading down your shoulders in perfect waves. You looked ethereal, like you belonged under a spotlight, not in this sweaty, dimly lit room.

"Hey," he mumbled, his cheeks flushing as you stepped closer, your hand brushing his arm. "You okay? You look like you’re about to bolt."

"I’m fine," he lied, gripping his cup tighter. "Just��� not really my scene, you know?"

Your smirk softened into a smile, and you reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. "I know," you murmured, your voice warm. "But you’re here with me, so it’s our scene. Just try to relax, okay? We’ll have fun."

He nodded, but his shoulders stayed tense, his eyes darting around the room like he was waiting for someone to call him out for not belonging. You sighed, your hand sliding down to his. "Come on," you said, tugging him toward the dance floor. "Dance with me."

"I don’t dance," he protested weakly, but you just laughed, pulling him closer until your bodies were almost touching.

"Everyone dances," you teased, your hips swaying to the beat. "Even you."

He tried, he really did, but his movements were stiff and awkward, and he could feel the eyes of the room on him. You noticed, squeezing his hand. "Forget them," you whispered, your lips brushing his ear. "It’s just you and me, okay?"

Luigi nodded, but the weight of the room was still too much. "Can we… can we leave?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the music.

You hesitated, searching his eyes. "Are you sure? We just got here."

"I’m sure," he said, his voice firmer now. "I just… I can’t do this. Not tonight."

You studied him for a moment before nodding. "Okay," you said, your fingers slipping into his. "Let’s go."

The cool night air was a relief after the stifling heat of the party. You walked in silence back to his dorm, your hand warm in his, and he sighed. "I’m sorry," he said as you reached his door. "I didn’t mean to ruin your night."

"You didn’t ruin anything," you said, brushing your fingers against his cheek. "I just want you to be comfortable, okay? That’s all that matters to me."

He nodded, fumbling with his keys. The quiet of his dorm was a stark contrast to the chaos of the party. You kicked off your heels, your movements graceful even in the dim light. "Better?" you asked softly.

"Better," he admitted, his shoulders finally relaxing. "Thanks for understanding."

"Always," you murmured, stepping closer until your bodies were almost touching. "You know you don’t have to pretend with me, right? I like you just the way you are."

Luigi’s breath hitched as you reached up to cup his face, your thumb brushing over his cheek. "I know," he whispered, his eyes searching yours. "I just… sometimes I feel like I’m not enough for you. Like you deserve someone who can keep up with you."

Your gaze softened, and you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "You’re more than enough," you whispered against them. "You’re everything, Luigi. Everything."

He exhaled, tension melting from his body as he kissed you back, his hands sliding around your waist to pull you closer. You sighed into the kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair as you deepened it, your tongue brushing against his.

Luigi’s heart pounded as you pressed into him, your body warm and soft against his. He’d never felt like this before—like he was the center of someone’s world. Like he was enough.

You pulled back slightly, your eyes dark with desire as your fingers toyed with the hem of your dress. "Help me with this?" you whispered.

His hands trembled as he reached for the fabric, his breath catching as he pulled it over your head. You stood before him in nothing but lace lingerie, your skin glowing in the moonlight.

"You’re beautiful," he breathed, his hands hovering over you like he was afraid to touch.

You chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt. "So are you," you murmured, pushing the fabric off his shoulders. "Now stop thinking so much and just feel, okay?"

He nodded, his hands finally settling on your hips as you kissed him again, guiding him back toward the bed. Your touch ignited something in him, something deep and unspoken, something he never wanted to let go of.

He nodded, his hands finally settling on your hips as you kissed him again, your tongue teasing his. You guided him back toward the bed, your hands roaming over his body as they moved, your touch igniting a fire in his veins.

When you reached the bed, you pushed him down gently, your hands sliding down his chest as you straddled him. “You’re okay?” You asked, your voice soft, and he nodded, his hands gripping your waist.

“I’m okay,” he whispered, his eyes locked on yours. “I’m with you.”

You smiled, your hands sliding up to cup his face as you leaned down to kiss him again. “Good,” you murmured against his lips. “Because I’m not letting go of you anytime soon.”

You kissed him again, deeper this time, your hips grinding against his as you rocked her hips against his. Luigi moaned into the kiss, his hands sliding up your back to unhook your bra. You leaned back, letting the fabric fall away, and he stared up at you, his breath catching in his throat.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hands trembling as he reached for your breasts.

You sighed as he cupped them, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. “Luigi,” you murmured, your hips rolling against his, the friction making him groan.

You reached for the waistband of his pants, your fingers dipping beneath the fabric to brush against his hardening length. “Can I?” You asked, your voice a whisper.

He nodded, his breath hitching as you pulled his pants down, freeing him.

As the night unfolded, his doubts faded, replaced by the warmth of your touch, the softness of your lips, and the quiet promise that, for once, he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

[taag-the-withering]

IT’S OFFICIAL FRIENDS AND FIENDS IT’S WHITEPINE LOCKDOWN TIME

Before it starts, I’m wondering if we are going to see more of our “lovely” detective this episode. Hopefully a little more insight if he is actually inside the estate or a hallucination!

Ooo the changing scenes on beat is a fascinating choice!

“Some of the limbs are fake, we couldn’t restore all of the pieces” DAMN OKAY

Pin of a sunflower? Hmmm

The shots on the stairs feel very intentional- OH okay reference back to the scene between Ivory and the Detective I see

These guys have got to stop sneaking up on my girl I don’t know how many more jumpscares she can take

It’s nice to see some insight on the other members of the estate!

Another confirmation that the current season is fall beyond just the visual indications. I wonder if the seasons will have more to play within the story

The shot with just the painting on the wall is giving me the creeps… I stand by the secret passages thing

Notice the painting on the wall where Serapter picks up the pin. That feels suspicious, the silence, the glancing around? If Serapter is up to something then it would explain how he lost Clown back in ep 4

ANOTHER LONG PAUSE

We already knew the Hemlockes were rich but renting out the entire cathedral sure is something huh?

ANOTHER IVY MISNAME CMON BRO GET HER NAME RIGHT PLEASE

“Who lets the day of the lord get bought out by some rich guy, right?” I’m not fully sure how to think of this statement just yet… other than the fact that it may be a commentary to the present day

GAH I LOVE THE MUSIC SO MUCH

I’m interested with the formation the group has taken up to walking. Oddly enough Serapter is behind Ivory rather than beside her, which is the formation they have taken before when walking

OMG THAT CATHEDRAL BUILD

Imma need to look up the symbolism of sunflowers later because I’m pretty sure Pyro has a sunflower pin like Serapter. But none of the rest do?

I love it when the music cuts off it’s just so good

UM EXCUSE YOU SAY HER NAME YOU PRIEST

DAMN THOSE CREDITS DO BE RIGHT MISOGYNISTIC PRIEST FOR SURE

That felt so wrong, which is what made that scene so good

I can’t tell if the darkened stumps of the trees are a design choice or something intentional…

I wonder why Div would ask that?

Damn they are just straight up dissing the Hemlockes

WOAH DIV

“What everyone knows he’s a little fruity” DID YOU HAVE TO SAY THAT LOUD THOUGH?

I wonder where Pyro is going?

Once again she is drawn to the woods

Now who was that???

Oop Div… going out to the woods too I see

Same cinematic shot that was there when Ivory went to the woods too

Ok yeah to be figured that Pyro would go back to her grave

A few moments sure Ivory

It’s sweet that they are bonding even under their specific circumstances

Awww Maddy

WHAT not enough money for Kantje’s dad? Agreement??

So an argument between Kantje and Ivo…

Oh so Ivo plans on leaving the estate?

Okay what is Kantje’s background?

Ivory please don’t get caught

“If you ever get a chance to get out of here take it” THIS IS SUPPORTING MY CLOWN TRAPPED AT THE WHITEPINE ESTATE THEORY I’M FUCKING WINNING

Okay this is build up to something…

THERE HE IS THAT MOTHERFUCKING DETECTIVE

NOT A HALLUCINATION I REPEAT NOT A HALLUCINATION WHY WAS HE SO CLOSE TO THE ESTATE IN THE FIRST PLACE???

EVENING STROLL? BULLSHIT

“Any of the maids acting strangely or being really anxious” I KNOW WHO YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT YOU FREAK

“Great progress on the case” you just think it’s Ivory bro

[plant-cell-park]

the recursive nature of fractals typically means it's bound to get crowded when you're the pattern

[localleafeonfan]

hate comments i think bob characters would use

richard winters: hope this helps!

lewis nixon: whatever pays the bills ig..

joseph liebgott: are we deadass?

david webster: on MY cellular device?

eugene roe: i'm employed, what does this mean?

babe heffron: my ranked teammates 😭🙏

george luz: just put the fries in the bag bro 😭🙏

joe toye: post this on ig reels

ronald speirs: this pmo.

[termagax]

re: "good girl" i think they say it once randomly as a joke and its just one of those things that gets him wayyy more than they expected it would. so now its their secret weapon and they use it very sparingly and every single time he gets super embarrassed about it but it works ill tell you what.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

I think so much about early first game and pre-development s.ugiura

before he took off the mask and he was just that little shit who laughed at you and stole your phone for kicks

[bmpmp3]

why does everything i get really into always end up being so god damn niche. by the year 2035 i am going to be blogging exclusively about the interpersonal relationships between the pillbugs and snails hiding underneath the bricks lining the flowerbeds in my parent's garden.

[sailorsleepymoon]

I’m watching Willy’s wonderland and so far I do absolutely love it to be clear I’m having the time of my life, but the fire hazards in this movie are driving me a little crazy. Handcuffing your daughter to the radiator? Chaining nic cage inside? I mean he’s obviously trying to let nic cage get killed, but still!!!! Not by fire!!

[twig---verginix]

now that the outer range miraculously has a second season, i'm brought back to when i first watched the first season, came to the tumblr tag with my brain all jumbled by how rich and weird it was, not really sure what I'd see but certainly not expecting to find nothing but people thirsting after the most baffling character anyone could have ever chosen to be horny about. but yknow what i found

[themyscirah]

Started a post comparing the Messner-Loebs Flash and WW runs and their successes and failures (imo) in portraying certain themes and their similarities to each other but it started getting long and im a very slow tumblr post writer so that's a meta for another day. I do have what I think are well formed opinions on this and I'm fresh off of reading both runs so you guys are not allowed to let me forget abt writing this all up okay. Okay.

[jonathanrook]

okay but the problem is. and the reason i don't actually id as ace. is that i have. ya'know. been sexually attracted to people before. two. to be specific.

[neverendingford]

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