#worst possible time for posting but it is what it is

[ippilulu]

Kanna and Yume oh my god

In honour of this severe call-out post, here's a snippet from a fic I'd written around this (from Kanna's POV):

"I heard about your show for Father. I personally thought it was wonderful, Kanna. A pity that they don't feel the-" "Yume one-san, they're our parents. They have our best interests in mind." Do you even believe that anymore, though? His sister sighed and Kanna's skin prickled. He could see the echo of his father in her, sometimes. It didn't help improve his perception of her. "Okay, Kanna. I apologise. But speaking about the performance, I caught most of it! I especially loved the twirl you had towards the end, the one before the jump..." Yume continued to speak, her eyes glittering as she recollected the morning's events.

So she watched everything, huh?

Why didn't she step in when it mattered, then? Why wait until after, when it was safe?

Kanna knew why. After all, he'd just said it to her a few moments ago. But some part of his heart lurched in a burning feeling he hesitated to give a name to. All he could do, however, was smile and pick at his food, waiting for her to leave.

And another, cause I love angst:

Kanna could imagine Manya there, alone in the magnitude of her grief. She’d have been informed of Kanna’s defection, have had to hear him labelled as a traitor. The last one who knew the woman she loved the way she deserved, and he couldn’t even be there. Surrounded by people like their- his, now- parents, who were surely scrambling to save their own image, to portray themselves as the bereft parents left behind in a tragedy… And who knows- maybe they actually felt the grief they were showing. After all, it was Yume, they had to have loved her. How must his mother be dealing with it now? Did they know that he was the one… who killed their beloved daughter? The son they’d always chastised, who could never measure up to the heights his sister had crossed. And now, he’d let them down in the worst way possible. Surely, they’d hate him forever now- no more birthday gifts and guilt-trippy letters, huh? The timing of it was so horrible that he’d have laughed if he could find his voice.

"After all, it was Yume, they had to have loved her."

Does bro know what he does to my psyche? Every time he enters he does 1000+ emotional dmg and leaves me on the curb.

But I love him anyway he's my bb 🫂

Doomed siblings enjoyers when the one that dedicated their whole life to trying to live up to their parents is still worse at it than their sibling who spent their whole life rejecting them

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

WAG Bootcamp: Part 2

Part 1

Word count: 593

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: On her first-ever race day, Y/n experiences the chaos, stress, and excitement of Formula 1 as the WAGs teach her how to survive the emotional rollercoaster.

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Y/n thought she had survived the worst of the initiation. She had learned the pre-race rituals, mastered (or at least attempted) the mysterious “paddock girlfriend face,” and even accepted that she now had to irrationally hate any driver who so much as looked at Lando the wrong way.

But nothing could have prepared her for race day.

The paddock was buzzing with energy—fans screaming, engines roaring, and mechanics in a frenzy. Y/n had barely taken a sip of her coffee when Kika grabbed her arm.

“Alright, rookie. Time for the next lesson.”

“What now?” Y/n asked warily.

“How to survive a Grand Prix,” Lily said, tossing her a pair of noise-canceling headphones. “Trust me, you’ll need these.”

Lesson Four: The Race-Day Survival Guide

Y/n followed the WAGs to the McLaren hospitality area, where they had their usual spots. The screens showed the cars lining up on the grid, and she could already feel her heart pounding.

“Step one,” Alex said, crossing her arms. “No matter what happens, you do not freak out on camera. If Lando crashes, you hold it together until you’re inside.”

“Wait—crashes?” Y/n swallowed. “We’re talking about, like, little crashes, right?”

Silence.

“Right?”

Susie patted her shoulder. “You’ll be fine, dear.”

Not comforting.

“Step two,” Rebecca added, “learn the art of selective hearing. The commentators will say stupid things, the fans will tweet even dumber things, and some guy named David Croft will mispronounce names. Ignore it.”

“Step three,” Carmen leaned in, lowering her voice. “If Lando is leading, do not say out loud that he’s going to win. You will jinx it.”

Y/n blinked. “You guys actually believe in jinxes?”

Kelly, who had remained quiet until now, turned to her with a dead-serious expression. “Max retired from Monaco 2021 because I said, ‘This is going well.’”

Y/n gasped. “Oh my God.”

“We don’t talk about it,” Kika muttered.

The lights went out, and the race began.

Lesson Five: How to Emotionally Handle a Race (Spoiler: You Don’t)

It started fine. Lando had a clean start, holding position. Y/n sat on the edge of her seat, gripping her hands together, trying not to scream every time someone got too close to him.

Then, lap 12 happened.

A driver—who Y/n immediately decided to despise for eternity—dove down the inside, nearly taking Lando out.

Y/n shot to her feet. “WHAT THE—”

Lily yanked her back down. “Cameras!” she hissed.

“That was reckless!” Y/n whisper-yelled, furious.

“Congratulations,” Alex smirked. “You just experienced your first ‘what the hell was that’ moment. There will be many more.”

For the next thirty laps, Y/n experienced every emotion possible. Joy when Lando made an overtake. Panic when the pit stop took too long. Rage when another driver squeezed him off track. She nearly passed out when he was fighting for a podium.

And then—P2.

“He did it!” Y/n gasped as Lando crossed the line.

The WAGs cheered, clapping and hugging.

Y/n exhaled, feeling like she had just run a marathon. “I don’t know if I can do this every weekend.”

“You will,” Kelly said, sipping her drink. “Welcome to the rest of your life.”

Lesson Six: The Post-Race Debrief

After a chaotic cooldown period, Y/n finally found Lando, still in his race suit, hair messy from his helmet, grinning as he pulled her into a hug.

“How was your first race?” he asked, slightly breathless.

Y/n looked at him, remembering everything—the stress, the screaming, the insane group of women who had taken her in.

She smiled.

“Terrifying. But I think I love it.”

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

Rlly like ur yandere stuff. What are ur thoughts on Josh and Bill (specifically) fighting for the reader's love? They're the most toxic so it'd be interesting to think about.

Controlling You Makes Me Better

Summary: Yandere! Bill and Yandere! Josh fighting for readers love

TW/CW: Yandere tendencies, obsessive behavior, online stalking, online bullying, stalking, emotional abuse

A/N: You anon’s really want to die/POST

Reblogs are appreciated!

* The school would need to install a WWE ring if these two fought for the same person

* This time, it was Bill who fallen head first, though it wasn’t without challenges

* Probably thought you were just a normie in disguise. I mean, how else could you be “normal” AND have an interest in the nerdy stuff they dedicated their lives to

* Every time he saw you alone, he could feel himself getting aynersm

* You’ve infected him with your evil mind powers, dammit!

* He complain about this to the club cause “This could be a sign we’re going to be affected by THOSE people”

* Secretly, he keeps writing about you. It’s like he can only think about your name when he’s alone. His mom sometimes catches him curled up in his bed, just muttering your name

* Josh fell harder. He’s always been suspicious of you, but the moment you showed him kindness and actually briefly hear him talk about his interests, he was sold!

* He could spend hours upon hours writing you love letters. Plus, he’ll buy you the things you want and need (definitely didn’t break into your locker and found your interests that way)

* Cut to Pete and Jerry wondering where tf they went cause the club was over 30 minutes ago (they’re using the school computer to stalk your online profiles)

* Josh would drag Pete into this and try to convince him to stop Bill “from getting the one good thing in his life!”

* That would include making Pete into a “personal spy”.

* Can see Pete being more brave here since he really doesn’t give a fuck about Josh’s goal. He’d be pretty stiff while talking to you though, as Josh instructed him to ONLY ask for personal information about you, no expectations

* He’ll make Pete proofread his letters before stuffing them into your locker. Pete would make sure Josh makes said letters much more graphic than they need to be (mainly to fuck with him, but also see if you’re actually into shit like that)

* Bill uses Jerry for the online portion. At this point, Jerry knows Bill’s Greedo318, and definitely has another account to use 4chan and other lolcow sites for

* Bill’s mission? Make Josh the worst lolcow possible. He’s already one for the group, how hard could it be online?

* Forcing Jerry to spend hours into the night to find both information about you and Josh.

* He’s sleep deprived, but manages to find incriminating evidence against Josh (mostly about him getting into rage bait + obsessiveness of his favorite franchise. Jackpot

* Going under ANOTHER account, Bill would make consistent uploads of Josh’s activity and encourage online bullying/trolling of him to an extreme

* He’ll even get Jerry to do the same thing with the other half, and make it look as deplorable as possible.

* In real life, Bill would avoid you, as he doesn’t want you “to infect his mind more than it already has” (though he’ll stuff a collectible you’ve been looking at for a while)

* Can imagine Pete and Jerry complaining to each other how sick they are for working with the two of them, but ultimately still doing so out of fear + curiosity

* It’s getting overwhelming, having constant gifts and explicit love letters thrown your way. You may even want to get a new locker (don’t worry! A quick search in the school database will ensure they find your new location)

* Not to mention constantly being harassed by four nerds. You may want to consider moving schools (or states)

[confuzing]

Liu Yuan AU Posting Time

Previous Parts: 1 / 2.5 / 3

This is the Abyss, Before and After, it's a long one

The Immortal Alliance Conference: Xuanye is left back at camp at Shizun's insistence and Luo Binghe and Liu Yuan set out just the two of them to look at and then kill all the monsters. Since they aren't distracted by anyone (except each other) both of them tear up the rankings, leaving Gongyi Xiao a distant third before everything goes to shit.

Not sure who or what breaks LBH's seal but the end result is this: Luo Binghe stands at the edge of the Abyss, his newly clawed hands wrapped carefully around A-Yuan's waist and his face half- hidden in A-Yuan's hair while Liu Yuan stands between him and SQQ and LQG. LY is focused mostly on SQQ- both because he thinks he's the easier adult to reason with and because he can't imagine an attack coming at him from his brother's direction. LBH is watching LQG- the most volatile Peak Lord who's staring at his grip on A-Yuan in open disgust. Both Peak Lords feint at the same time- SQQ is trying to find an angle that lets him hit LBH and not LY, LQG is trying to figure out how to pry LY away from LBH. Both boys flinch, and lose their balance. The last thing LBH does as he falls into the Abyss is shove LY away from him as hard as he can. It's just enough for LQG to grab his little brother and haul him back onto solid ground.

Before: Liu Yuan's System is absolutely useless. It awards him points but he can't use them for anything. (What even are W points? It won't tell him.) And it doesn't have quests for him. At least it's not forcing him to do things though? Or not do them? Because honestly he didn't quite sort out all those past life memories until after he met Binghe and it looks like he's derailed the plot a little just by existing? And then he derailed it a lot by kissing back when Binghe got up the nerve to kiss him and well, the harem was the worst part of the book anyway. He's not gonna miss it.

The only thing the System does do is tell him the Abyss is unavoidable. Not that LY has any idea how he could avoid it in the first place. But the System doesn't say he can't go with LBH. He can just focus on filling his and Binghe's head with Abyss survival info and everything will be alright! Right?

After: LY is a mess. He stops eating or attending classes or speaking to anyone. He tries to run away six times that first month, only for his brother or Shizun to drag him back each time. He's especially not talking to either of them. (This is extremely upsetting for both of them though SQQ hides it better.)

Eventually the first rush of anger and grief fades and LY comes up with a plan. He can't get into the Abyss with Binghe- but he can be there when he get out. Airplane was vague on exactly where LBH entered the demon realm but LY knows it's in a forested area near one of the demon realm's few rivers. He knows the names of the clans LBH will meet first. If he can get himself away from the mountain and to the demon realm he can be waiting for LBH when he gets out.

Step One is to stop being babysat constantly. He starts eating and attending classes again. He can't bring himself to act like nothing's happened but he can at least talk to his brother and Shizun. He stops running away- he needs them to trust him to go out on night hunts for when he actually runs.

Step Two is to learn everything the sect can teach him that might possibly be useful before he leaves it forever (probably). He throws himself into classes and sword training and building his qi reserves, he learns qi manipulation through music and first aid and picks various people's brains about cursed swords. He has five years max to learn everything he wants to-maybe less. His Binghe was definitely a better swordsman than the original. (The extra training opportunities for LBH were the only reason LY allowed those fights for his hand in marriage to go on.)

He gets impatient at the 2 year mark and decides he can train and meditate just as well on the road. So he never comes back from his next solo night hunt. The monster was killed, the locals saw him fly back towards the mountain, but he's gone. SQQ and LQG find most of his belongings gone and a note that points out he's an adult now and they can't drag him home anymore. I'm going to find him and you can't stop me.

Two and a half years after he fell into the Abyss LBH cuts his way out of hell into a suspiciously peaceful forest. Less than a mile from his portal he finds a shack in a clearing near the river. There's no one at the little camp when he arrives and LBH debates raiding it or waiting for someone to show up. It could be a trap-

"Binghe?"

He whirls. That's oh. Oh.

"I'm hallucinating." he says.

"You aren't." The hallucination says and touches his cheek. A-Yuan touches his cheek. He's real. He's here. How is he here? LBH isn't even sure where here is.

And then he's kissing A-Yuan and nothing else matters. Not even Xuanye hissing at him for it. He's missed the hissing even. Everything is perfect right now.

Except. He pulls back as far as he can- LY won't let him get far.

"I am so dirty." LBH says.

LY laughs. "The river's right there, go. I'll grab my soap and meet you there."

Much much later that night when it's A-Yuan's turn to watch LBH fitfully sleep (they're trading off every few hours) Liu Yuan's System lights up and tells him he's successfully entered the system's main mode. He can now spend his Wife points on upgrades and rewards. Any further instances of him being a good wife for the protagonist will now earn him double W points! There are also a number of quests he can do to further increase his wifely suitability! ( When A-Yuan stops internally screaming enough to check the quest list the first one is called Dual Cultivation and he has to close out of the system all together before he dies of embarrassment.)

[multifamdomfan]

Could we possibly get some appreciation for Frank Zhang's muscles?

Absolutely! I've actually thought about this a lot and already wrote something about this but didn't publish it because I wasn't sure if anyone cares but I'll post it now.

The Frank Zhang Pull-Up Bar

Hazel had always known Frank was strong. She had seen him fight off monsters, lead an army, and, on more than one occasion, lift her like she weighed nothing at all. But lately, his strength had reached new levels. His Roman training had turned him into an absolute tank, and Hazel was not subtle about how much she admired it.

Percy, being Percy, was the first to call her out on it.

"You keep staring," he teased as they stood in the training yard of Camp Jupiter, watching Frank practice with his bow.

Hazel blinked, pretending she hadn't just been admiring the way Frank's arms flexed as he pulled back the string. "I do not."

"You so do," Percy said. "And honestly? I get it. I mean, look at those things. The guy could probably bench-press a centaur at this point."

Frank, oblivious to their conversation, had just finished his round of archery practice when Percy called out, "Hey, Zhang! How much weight do you think you can hold?"

Frank turned, frowning. "Uh. I don't know? Why?"

Hazel suddenly had a brilliant idea. "I bet you could hold both of us."

Frank looked startled. "Hold you how?"

Percy grinned. "Like a pull-up bar."

Frank blinked. "You want to—what?"

"You've got huge arms," Hazel said matter-of-factly. "We could totally do pull-ups on them."

Frank's face turned red. "That—that's not how arms work!"

Percy, ignoring him, had already moved into position. "C'mon, Zhang, don't be shy. Just hold them out like this—" He raised his own arms to demonstrate. "We'll grab on and see if we can do a couple of pull-ups. Easy."

Hazel clasped her hands together. "Please, Frank?"

Frank sighed, knowing there was no winning when Hazel looked at him like that. "Fine," he grumbled, extending both arms.

Hazel grabbed onto one. Percy took the other.

"Alright, on three," Percy said. "One, two—"

They both pulled up at the same time. To their surprise—and Frank’s—he barely wobbled.

Hazel let out a delighted laugh as she did a second pull-up. "Frank, you're amazing!"

"Yeah, dude," Percy said between breaths. "You're basically a living gym."

Frank, now fully red-faced, mumbled, "This is the weirdest compliment I've ever gotten."

Hazel, still hanging onto him, just smiled. "Get used to it, big guy."

Frank Zhang was used to being strong. He’d spent enough time training at Camp Jupiter to build muscle, and as a son of Mars, strength came with the territory. But he wasn’t used to people treating him like actual gym equipment.

And yet, here he was.

Percy and Hazel were hanging off of him like he was a pull-up bar, and worst of all? He was holding them up without even trying.

“This is ridiculous,” Frank muttered, though he didn’t actually put them down.

Hazel, still gripping his arm, beamed at him. “It’s impressive.”

Percy, hanging from Frank’s other arm, was grinning like an idiot. “Dude, you are literally the best workout equipment ever. We could start a whole new training regimen at Camp Jupiter. ‘Zhang-ercise.’”

Frank groaned. “You’re both insane.”

Hazel easily pulled herself up again, her braid swinging behind her. “Come on, Frank, just admit it—you’re ridiculously strong.”

Frank’s ears turned pink. “I mean, I guess—”

Percy tried to do another pull-up but wobbled slightly, adjusting his grip. “Okay, okay—serious question—if I shift my weight, can you still hold me?”

Before Frank could protest, Percy swung slightly to one side, putting all his weight on one arm. Frank, to his own surprise, barely felt it.

Hazel’s eyes widened. “Oh my gods, Frank! You’re not even shaking.”

“What is happening right now?” Frank muttered.

Percy cackled. “This is amazing. You’re, like, unmovable.”

Hazel, still clutching Frank’s arm, looked so proud of him that Frank felt like he might actually melt. “I always knew you were strong, but this?” She squeezed his bicep for emphasis. “This is next level.”

Frank, still holding them both like they weighed nothing, felt his entire face heat up. “I—uh—” He cleared his throat. “I’m just… glad you guys are having fun?”

Percy let go, dropping to the ground and shaking out his arms. “Okay, ten out of ten experience. I give ‘Frank Zhang, the Human Pull-Up Bar’ a perfect score.”

Hazel dropped down too, but instead of stepping back, she leaned up and kissed Frank on the cheek. “I give it eleven out of ten.”

Frank nearly forgot how to breathe.

Percy, watching this unfold, snickered. “Dude, your face is so red right now.”

Frank groaned and covered his face with his hands. “This is the worst.”

Hazel just laughed, slipping her hand into his. “No, Frank. You’re the best.”

[casualcannibalisms]

i just saw a post on here that was asking why reyna "didn't do more for new rome" in toa, obvi im not gonna talk to that person directly bc the entire post was about "why toa would have been better if it had taken place 10 years later" even though that makes no sense with any of the narritive given re : python, but this just RANKLES us.

like like like

imagine this

you just got done fighting in a war you didn't want to start but you damn well helped end. you go home. your barely have time to repair damages before communications between you and the community you just finished a war against on positive terms goes off. then zombies show up.

and you spend. Long, Grueling months fighting these undead beasts. things that turn your soldiers, your friends against you in the worst way possible.

But you have to keep what's left of your soldiers fighting.

and when they're gone? haven't you given enough? don't you deserve rest? what more can you do for them now, when you've reached the end of what you can? the only thing that held you hear was the expectation that you must have a partner, and the loyalty you had to your people in a time of hardship.

but now that expectation is gone, and the hardship is no more.

what else are you supposed to give?

what else did you want from her?

[no1blacksapphirefan]

I am BEGGINGGGG anything with elder faerie!!! On my hands and knees for his tag to have more stuff!! Idc if it’s angst fluff platonic romantic or DMUT JUST LET ME HAVE MY MANNNN (also he NEEDS to come home or I’m gonna crash out)

Thanks for listening

I GOTCHU ANON. I hope I didn’t write him OOC. I actually got him recently too!!

Okok so hear me out (since you didn't say any au, I hope it's okay that it's not self-aware like my previous posts <33)

Idk what to call this AU or if it'll ever be an ongoing thought. But hear me out:

You accidentally wander into one of the witches home, you just wanted to explore. You loved exploring...even if it was a deep forest that spooked others. You were cold though so when you found a house, you gently knocked on the door. Hoping for some warmth until you set off to go back home.

When no one answered and your hands feeling like they'll fall off. You desperate knocked again, the door opening ajar...did they forget to lock the door? You didn't want to think of that, despite your better judgement you entered and were immediately hit with warmth. You'll just stay for a bit, warm up before heading home. You'd just have to be quick so you're not caught...

However as you were warming up, you heard the door opening again, scared and in a panic, an accident happened. You didn't know what happened, you didn't know if you wanted to know but god now your body was on the ground and in pain. Maybe you should've let the frost bit get you...

"...Are you alright?"

Came a voice, startled, you quickly whip around and pause. Looking up your eyes meet with pale blue ones (his eyes are pale blue right? Maybe I can't see colours well) His eyes showed concern. When you didn't respond he lent out a hand to help you up.

You snap out of your thoughts and take his hand, he gently pulls you up before seemingly checking for injuries.

"...Follow me, let's check with a healer to ensure your okay, if your legs hurt you can hold onto my arm"

Man was his voice nice...and he's pretty...okay wait no, you just met him. You nod slightly, carefully hugging his arm as he leads you to a small village. There you got checked up, they asked you questions but you didn't know how to answer them.

Okay well you did but as you were at the healers you realised you turned into a cookie. Nothing fun about learning that. You lied to them, saying you didn't remember much from your past. How could you tell them??

Apparently your injuries seemed pretty bad, not the worst thing possible but it was recommended to get rest. And as Elder Faerie learnt you apparently didn't have any family or friends to help take care of you? He offered to let you stay with him until you got better.

It was weird at first, he'd check in on you in the mornings before he left for his own work, some knights coming over to make sure you were okay. The first time you two had a proper conversation, like it wasn't stopped by perhaps Elder Faeries duties, was when you saw how tired he looked one day before he left.

He's done so much for you, helped you get better and made attempts to get to know you, help you with your "memory lost" he was so kind. Even the faerie knights say so, he truly was the best person to guard the tree. But with all this care he has for others, where was the care for him? You knew it was there but...

When Elder Faerie returned home that day, he smelled the cooking of food, wandering in the kitchen he watches you set the table, as you look up and spot him, you're startled a bit.

"S-sorry! Um...I made you dinner..."

"You didn't need too"

"I wanted too"

He paused, looking at the food once more before nodding and sitting down. He thanked you. That's the day the two of you truly got to know each other, you almost forgot you were pretending to now have memories of your past as you talked about previous moments in your life.

Though it seemed like he didn't care, he was enjoying his time with you. That wouldn't be the first occurrence the two of you had where you cared for him. On some days you really urged him to take a day off, even managing to convince some of the knights to fill in. You believed he was overworking himself.

You started visiting him, bringing lunches to ensure he was eating and of course you'd bring some for the other knights. Watching you smile and laugh with other faerie knights stirred something in Elder Faerie one day. He couldn't describe it.

It struck him one day when he agreed to watch the stars with you. You happily looked at the sky and pointed out silly constellations.

"Could you think of anything more pretty than stars?"

"I believe so"

It took him awhile to realise he was staring at you when he said that, he coughed and looked away. Avoiding your own stare and small blush.

Even after so long, after you healed. After he said you're free to go back to your own life, it was evident between the two of you that the home you wanted was with him. And he too also didn't want you to go.

His home was yours now, you had molded yourself into his life and he didn't complain. He wouldn't, if anything he thanked whatever deity was out there that made this happen. Be it fate or just a coincidence that he found you? It didn't matter.

What mattered to him was your safety, he cared about you more than he ever thought he would. You cared about him, making sure he was properly caring for himself in return. And even though the two of you never said it, other knights were already talking about your loving relationship. At this point, you're already a married couple even without the official ceremony.

.

.

.

Until beast yeast

Okok so Im actually not to sure how this turned out, I have a love hate relationship with this piece I am so sorry if it isn't good anon </3 I hope I did Elder Faerie justice for you (Might've rambled too much on this ngl)

[keelt9]

Chapter 7

Masterlist

This is pretty much like her childhood, staying up late at night with her parents at the entrance observing the bright sparkling stars as they swing in the rocking chair.

Now with Monet covered in his big sweater, a pre Christmas gift from her father under them.

“Is a nice guy?” Mr. Rotherham asks, grabbing his daughter's hand.

Y/N giggles seeing under them. “Dad, you know him, Monet is such a good boy.”

“Come on honey, don’t play the fool with your father.” He searches for something in his pocket.

When he found it, he gave it to her, the cute drawing of a bengal with a tiny heart next to it. 

“At least you had a tiger in your house. I highly doubt this is for an animal.” She laughs, letting her head rest on his father's shoulder.

“Dad…” 

Mr. Rotherham can picture his wife standing in the window hearing them encouraging her husband to keep talking with their daughter.

“Listen darling, I want you to know you can talk with me, I know, I'm not the best at talking about things, but you can tell me anything and…” He scoffs at kissing his daughter's hand. “Probably I'll have the worst advice in the world but, at least you know what you don't do.” 

Y/N laughs and breathes in. “Mom was amazing with the talking thing.”

Her father nods. “Still I appreciate the effort dad, but believe me there is not so much to talk about, in summary, I like him, he likes me too but…”

She takes her time seeing the stars. “But I guess it’s not the right time or maybe we aren’t the right people?”

“Y/N…”

She sees her father. “Could you trust a possibility? With the high chances a lot of thighs would go wrong.”

Mr. Rotherham wished he had the words she needed to hear, because his wife for sure would have it.

Y/N chuckles observing her father and all his neurons trying to find an answer. “Want a reason for rejecting him, right now.”

“Please, that would be so helpful.” Y/N sees Monet hiding his face in his bed. 

“Don't take in count Monet and he for sure prefers to see the dogs far away from his face.” Mr. Rotherham opens his mouth in disbelief.

“A cat boy huh?” Y/N nods. “Wise decisions darling, wise ones.”

Y/N laughs hugging her father, as Monet barks in his dreams. 

It's been 2 days since Joe's birthday and he seems in a bad mood, even if he tries to fake it.

The season is almost over and their chances to get the playoffs stopped depends on them, and he hates being in that spot.

His mind is so cloudy for those thoughts that makes him open the door after it has been knocked, without even caring who is at the other side.

Not until a small candle in the middle of a pumpkin pie lights his face.

“Happy post-birthday!” Y/N is wearing a hairband with the letters <Happy birthday> as his sight goes down Monet has a small cap.

“What?” He giggles seeing such a scene.

“Make a wish, right baby?” The word baby makes Joe's heart stop but when he raises his eyes, notice that word, of course, is directed to Monet who barks right away.

Joe smirks, he knows he needs to work for that word

After blowing the candle, Y/N was taken out of guard, he grabbed her by the arm to pull her for a hug, keeping her pressed to his chest, letting all the clouds in his mind fade away, feeling calm.

She sobs his back, feeling how his muscles relax.

“Hard weeks?” Y/N asked, grabbing tight the pumpkin pie as Monet kept moving his tail side to side.

“I’m glad you're here.” Monet barks. “Both of you.” 

Y/N smiles splitting apart seeing the dark under circles eyes from Joe eyes, strangely make the blue of his eyes turn more grey.

“And I'm a little offended.” She tilted his head. “A pumpkin pie that size?”

Joe points to the small pie. “Really?”

Y/N laughs head backwards. “I'm sorry, this was the only size, besides, you’re the one who keeps us standing in the front door in a col…”

Joe smirks, dragging her inside of the house as he calls Monet to get inside too; so happy  be with her one more time.

With later an improvised dinner, they sit with Monet in front of the big windows, seeing the sky going darker and darker every second.

“Oh before I forgot.” Y/N stands taking her key cars, but not her coat; after all it's just a quick stop to her car.

Joe sees Monet sitting tipping his paws ready for any indication that his owner gives to him.

“Oh, it's freezing!” Y/N goes inside with a small square between her cold hands.

Joe giggles putting a blanket over her shoulders. “Here! It's a present from both of us.”

Her excitement is visible so he decides to tease her opening carefully, slowly a small canva takes form; when he finally sees it, a big “Whoa!” Comes immediately.

It's the painting of him sitting with his pink hoodie and his black beanie, in the bench with a clear sky and the sunlight peeking through the branches with the green leaves, at the corner the paw in black and white of Monet.

“What do you think?” Y/N waits with curious eyes observing Joe's smile growing bigger.

Joe touches the canva feeling the edge of the brush-stroke from every change of color, the exact details from the bench and you could miss it if you don't have attention but a small football ball next to him.

“You're amazing!” By instinct, due to containing emotions or just because he knows it's the perfect moment, he gives her a quick pack in her cheek. 

Y/N covers her eyes feeling her face could easily burn if you touch it. “I tried to finish earlier but two weeks ago there were a lot of details missing, I wanted to be almost perfect.”

“Almost?” Joe raises the canva. “It's perfect! I love it.”

Seeing Joe so mesmerized by something she did is a moment she wants to treasure forever, her soft smile on his lips and his bright eyes is such a scene for her.

However her heart palpitation brings her back to the heart, one more second staring at him and she swears she will spill her feelings for him. "I must go." 

Y/N stands taking the blanket over her shoulders. "I have a lot to unpack and some things of work that I must check."

Joe turns his eyes to her and stands too.

"See you tomorrow." Y/N choke her head calling Monet.

"Monet only." Monet sits moving his head to his owner and Joe.

Joe let down his shoulders. "Sorry Joe, probably I'll have endless mails, I need to send some sketches, without counting the ones that are already concrete..." 

Monet laid his head on Joe's leg, making him scratch softly on his head. As tricky as it sounds, if he took a quick glimpse at her, he could notice the way Y/N is looking at them.

"Friday?" Joe said, lift his sight.

Y/N nods walking to grab her coat. "Like always."

As she said, Monet came running the next morning, with a visible freezing Savannah following him.

"Hey buddy." Monet waits for the sing so he can stand on two legs and kisses on the top of his head. "Hi Sav."

Savannah takes the football ball from the bag. "Burrow."

"Is she already working?" Joe asked, taking the ball, pressing it between his hands.

The park has Christmas lights all over the place, giving to the sunrise a special spark every morning, with the sunlights perking over the trees, the place is magical.

Savannah smiles, putting her hands in her pockets. 

"I believe I see my best friend somewhere behind the tower's papers and a few electronic things.” Joe laughs before throwing the ball. 

The fact Monet is so happy to see him even if they just spend time playing makes her curious about how this could start.

“So, Joe, how did you meet this cute little boy?” Joe lifts his eyebrows seeing the size of Monet, far from little.

“Well…” Joe chuckles. “He hates me and I was afraid of him. The first time we saw each other he came and sat there.” 

He points to the small bump of the hill where the breeze hits and the sunlight keeps you warm, unless it’s summer, if you stand there you could get a sunburn. 

“I kept my distance every time he arrived and he just walked next to the bench, sniffs in my direction and walks to lay on the hill; ignoring me all the time.” Savannah laughs, that’s exactly what Y/N does every time she meets someone and tries to approach her.

Observing the person, fakes a smile and processes to ignore it all the time, until she finds something to talk about.

“Then…” She mentions as sees Monet tapping his paws, Joe hasn’t thrown the ball all this time, he smirks and throws it. 

“One day, the sun disturbed him, so he lay next to the bench; he was a puppy and I couldn't avoid smiling. I sat next to him, he saw my hand with the cast and sniffed it carefully.” Monet walks back with the ball in his snout. “He lays his head on my lap next to my hand.” Savannah smiles. “I guess that 's all begins…”

“It makes sense.” Savahaan nods. “It’s hard to know who trained him better, you or Y/N.” 

Joe goes down for a stroke Monet spotted fur, observing the pink bandanna around his neck, his present for his first birthday.

“I guess she's doing an extraordinary job.” Savannah mentions admiring the connection between those two.

“Yeah, she’s extraordinary.” Joe said with a soft tone and sheepy eyes, not referring at all to the job of Y/N with Monet. 

Savannah wants to scream at that moment because that confirms that whatever he said that night drunk probably has more than a glimpse of truth.

“I’m here!” Nora said, taking her backpack as she entered the Y/N house. “Here.” Carrying a paper bag.

Y/N takes her glasses; the three towers of paper now are two. “Hi.” She narrowed her eyes when she gave the paper bag. “Your sister said don’t buy anything.”

Nora raises her hands. “I didn’t. I found the delivery guy in the entrance about to knock.”

If for delivery boy she refers to Joe taking her to the house after Nora suggests he bought something for Y/N eat, due she tends to skip the meals when she does that amount of work, yes, he was a delivery boy.

“I didn’t order anything.” Nora shakes her head picking up the files around Y/N. 

“I don’t know.” She put it next to Y/N. “Hey, I have homework. I’ll be in the living room, ok?” 

Y/N nods. “Sav will be here in 20 with Monet and the food.”

“Got it!” 

Nora stands next to the frame door trying to hear something as Y/N opens the paper bag. 

A smoothie and healthy snacks, at the bottom of the bag a pink note that makes her scoff. 

 >Drink it! It helps you to stay awake without the need of a coffee.” 

The attempt of a drawing of an ice cube in the corner, when she lifts the cup to take a sip she notices another note.

 > I MEAN IT!

This time a laugh escapes from her, making Nora high five mentally.

Y/N texts Joe when she drinks all the smoothie, the empty cup with a simple text. 

 >It was delicious, thank you.

In his half sleep state Joe let a soft chuckle escape from him, one last time before going to sleep.

“It tastes like red.” Joe giggles as Monet lay on their feets. 

“That’s not even a flavor” Y/N rolls her eyes at him, feeling the sunlights warm them.

Last night a small sleet fell all over the city, without even them having to ask if they would go or not to the park. Both of them, well wrapped up, appeared in the morning in the park sitting and sharing a blanket. 

“Well, it has what? Strawberries, raspberries, and what red beet?” She said covering Monet with the blanket even though he has a sweater.

“Oh, such a good palate.” Joe jokes with her. “Still you forgot blueberries”

She scoffs. “That’s not red, I’m not counting that.” 

“It has a little bit of red.” Y/N shakes her head, taking her phone to prove him wrong but Joe sees her screen.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Y/N looked at her phone but it’s too late. 

“It's not a donut.” She tries to focus the attention on another topic, knowing it’s useless. 

Joe clicks his tongue. “Ha, ha, ha, you saw it, I know.” So she gives up when she sees his eyes hiding like every time he purely smiles. 

“Are you kidding me?” She takes a huge amount of courage and prying things doesn’t turn awkward. “See…. You're my happy lock screen.” 

The photo of Ja’Marr splattering the donut in his face is her lockscreen, one of Joe small presents of his birthday.

“Don’t feel bad but there is a better point of view.” Joe leans, letting his face be just centimeters of hers, she didn't notice, until she was about to turn around to complain for not having it when her words stuck on her throat seeing Joe that close. 

She had him like this, close, just this time it feels different; his eyes are shiny blue like always but they looking at her with a soft spark, the red tip of his nose makes her bite a little bit her lip, along the fact he had that side smile on his face and his beanie makes her heart flutter.

For Joe isn’t too different, she’s had her red cheeks, her eyes wide open in surprise but unable to move from his face making him nervous but impossible to contain the smile and her button lip bitten, just a little bit is dead to him.

If he would dare, he would just need to lean towards and kiss her; she was just a few centimeters of distance. She wouldn't step back, she would accept it and follow him...

If they had one more second…

Monet came out of the blanket sniffing around making Y/N finally take her distance taking a deep breath calming her breath and her heart.

Monet walks around the bench making Y/N stands trying to get herself together one more time, but it takes more time than usual. 

Joe won’t let it pass that chance, he simply can’t.

“Y/N, can w…” His words stuck in his throat when Monet barks jumping around Y/N in a clear sign of joy.

A squirrel comes running down a tree; fun fact, Monet is a fan of the squirrels; he rarely sees one in the city but in Y/N fathers house, he can see them daily.

“Did I ever tell you Monet loves squirrels?” Y/N laughs seeing Monet's front legs stretch and his but up in the sky, he wants to play with the squirrel. “Sorry baby, these are fancy ones.” 

The squirrel sees Monet and runs back in the tree, making Monet whining standing in the tree. 

“Let’s go baby.” Y/N takes the leash of her bag skim Joe chest with her arm. “It’s time for Joe to go training, right?”

Joe nods, the time has passed. <Damn it squirrels.> He cursed in his mind.

“Take some rest Joe, I know you love being locked in the office but, just take a rest.” Y/N smiles with press lips.

Monet waits in front of Joe as he patted his head, making him giggle. “Take care of her, ok? She’s getting more cuts in those fingers.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes feeling the 3 band aids Joe put on her a few minutes ago. “Yes, sir.” 

Joe laughs seeing Y/N walks with their matching black bandanna; Monet around his neck, she over her head.

Joe follows her until she gets lost in the few snowflakes falling from the sky, with a burning sensation over his chest where she skims with her arm.

With another win against Browns and without noticing Nora has planted a seed that is starting to grow.

For Y/N it could be just a simple act that she finds endearing but for Joe means a lot.

After a long day Y/N sent Joe a chubby drawing of him; it could be one moment in the sidelines, he on the field, after the game, in the press conference, but Y/N knows is the moment that left her more breathless.

Nora mentioned how amazing her chubby drawings are; small bodies, big heads with cute expressions. Y/N did one for Nora one day while she was doing homework biting her pencil as she tried to balance a chemical thing.

Nora loves it and she just mentioned randomly, how amazing it is and she probably could have tried with another model, pointing Y/N’s cell phone with the lock screen light on.

Win on the pocket and a lot of big men in the locker room, Joe must use his hoodie to hide the big smile and the blushing face when Y/N sent him the sketch of him being lifted by Mims, both of them with cute expressions and small bodies.

Trey raises his eyebrows when he turns around to find Joe hiding in his hoodie.

“Joe, everything is fine?” Joe confirms with his thumb, yes. “Sure?”

Ja’Marr helps his friend. “My man is red with joy.”

Joe slid in the seat before peeking one more time at the image on his phone, giggling as he closed his eyes.

In Cincinnati, Nora and Savannah are high five silently as they observe Monet laying on the carpet but his head straight, choking to the left seeing Y/N biting her lip with a pen between her fingers and a tablet in her lap making zoom to what she just drew.

“Is she in love?” Nora whispers to her sister.

Savannah breathes in taking the out for serving the lunch, taking the napkin and sliding it to Nora.

A simple pinky heart in the corner. “And she colored it with a raspberry.” Nora smirks.

[transfemme-shelterdog]

Maybe this is such a weird thing to complain about and I'm definitely wording this in the worst way possible but I'm so tired of hearing about t4t. Obviously I've got no problem with it, even tried it myself, but it seems like the vast majority of people who are strictly t4t preach it like it's some sort of fix-all for every single problem a trans person can and will ever face.

Unfortunately I've been cursed with a genital preference, and I'm strictly gay, so cis men are really my only option (yeah, yeah, post-op trans men too, that's not the point). I'm just tired of the rise in t4t coming with a ton of "down with the cissies"/"ew cissies" and the like. It gives the same vibe as "kill all men." Like why are we generalizing and hating an entire group of people based on something they can't choose?? And why are we acting like anyone outside that group is incapable of harm??

The amount of times I've told other trans people I date cis men and been met with "I'm so sorry" or "t4t is better" or "just date trans people" or even "just date women/trans women" (even though I'm gay???)...like??? I won't even be complaining about the dating scene, I'll just mention dating cis men in passing bc it's relevant for whatever reason (sometimes even sharing a positive story!) and a ton of t4t people dogpile me. Like I'm happy y'all found something that works for y'all but you (generalized, not you specifically Lilith) sound like a Christian preacher.

It's just. Fucking annoying. I'm tired of t4t be treated like gospel and like dating cis people is the equivalent of willingly contracting and spreading the bubonic plague. Do people forget we NEED cis allies?? Never has a minority group secured their rights or safety without help from allies in the majority.

Idk where I'm going with this. I'm just angry and annoyed. There's bad apples in EVERY group and I'm tired of being treated like I'm gross or wrong or diseased or impaired for liking (and LIKING that I like) cis men.

(On another note, I keep getting trans fems hitting me up despite saying I'm strictly gay and when I tell them I only like men, I keep getting hit with "I have a penis though." Like?? Okay?? Still not a man?? Why are you misgendering yourself?? It's like a recent rise in this too, idk what's going on. Also just makes me feel like... icky. Like I just told you I like men and now you're insisting upon women bc you have a dick??)

Unfortunately I've been cursed with a genital preference, and I'm strictly gay, so cis men are really my only option (yeah, yeah, post-op trans men too, that's not the point).

I mean, it certainly does seem relevant. You're gay, and only like dick. But yet you won't date a transmasc/man who got phallo? That hits both your criteria my dude. Or, is phallo dick not "real" enough for you?

It most certainly is part of the point, because your whole basis for not wanting to date a trans man/masc is because you like dick... and transmascs/men who got phallo have the type of dick you want.

[rxkuyo]

Horizon Forbidden West ⤐ Scenery｛2/∞｝

[bluuscreen]

on being made to heal and not quite knowing how to [somehow it works out anyway] — part 2/2

part 1 | headcanon/au being referenced

[llitchilitchi]

i am unwell about them

[fist-of-vengeance]

hey. can people please stop parroting "stan only regained his memory because it's a disney show" like it's an objective fact and somehow a storytelling flaw? because that's reductionist and straight up untrue. stan regaining his memory is not a random deus ex machina, it's clearly established earlier in the season that the memory gun isn't permanent via mcgucket's storyline. as soon as mcgucket watches the tapes in society of the blind eye, he begins to gradually heal and regain his memories. it makes perfect sense that mabel's scrapbook (and in journal three, stan and ford's old home movies) would function the same way for stan.

realistically, stan probably wouldn't have remembered his entire life in the span of a week, but his recovery is obviously being condensed for the sake of pacing. there's a ton of awesome fanworks based on the idea that he's still recovering new memories long after the end of the show, particularly from the darkest period of his life when he was homeless and estranged from his family. but that's not relevant to the finale. what matters for the show's purposes is that stan remembers the events of the past summer, so that his goodbye with dipper and mabel at the end of the episode holds dramatic weight. because THAT'S HOW YOU WRITE A STORY.

[3-aem]

ive had enough of dating bring me back to my yaoi-dom

[waywardwhispersblaze]

I'll be forever mad that Jayce ruined the moment right there, but not because I think this would've been a perfect ending for them (I don't). I'm mad because if Jayce had just waited five fucking minutes, the resulting scene would've been so juicy.

Look at the way Vi and Cait look at each other here:

Caitlyn: shocked, betrayed, hurt

Vi just looks sad:

We know from their dialogue in ep 8 that while Vi and Caitlyn were making the plan to distract Ambessa, Vi had another one, to bring in Jinx as a contingency in case Caitlyn couldn't be trusted or failed. She had to know Caitlyn wouldn't take it well once she found out. Vi's priority n°1 was saving Vander though, and they likely didn't have much time to think this through. Basically, she had to know that from Caitlyn's POV, it would look like "Vi chooses Jinx over Cait", edition number 2.

And she was likely right! We know Caitlyn lets go of her anger towards Jinx in the next episode, and accepts that Vi has the right to choose her family, but in my opinion, she wasn't there yet in ep 6. Having a broken Jinx locked up in a cell (her single goal for the last few months) while Vi was lying unconscious on her bed for days very likely helped Caitlyn reassess her priorities in life. But here in this scene she literally doesn't have time to think!

Let's look at Caitlyn a bit more here. During their reunion, She probably expected Vi to hate her guts, but instead, Vi looks grumpy, calls her a mongoose and a cupcake in two sentences, and drops the "my dad needs help" bomb after hesitating for a hot, single second. Moments after that, Caitlyn reevaluates her life choices and decides to make a big career change. Plenty of great posts have already been made about Caitlyn's motivations there, but to sum it up, I'd say it was a combination of: her being already wary of Ambessa and not wanting to let a Noxian warlord get her hands on a dangerous weapon / innocent man, being tired of hating herself, and, yes, her feelings for Vi coming back to her in full force.

For a few, glorious moments, she was working with Vi again! Probably feeling more like herself than she had in months. Maybe she started to hope they could reconcile after all. Maybe, she hoped it could be a "do over" for their failed mission with the strike team, where she'd be helping a member of Vi's family, instead of being torn apart by one of them.

... only to find that Vi didn't actually trust her (which was deserved, but still, ouch), and to come face to face with the source of her seething hatred, the single object of her obsession in the last few months. Right after being saved by said source of seething hatred. It's a lot to take in. She had to be simultaneously disappointed and shocked

So, what was she gonna do? There was probably nothing Vi could have said that wouldn't have pissed Caitlyn off right then (no, Vi, saying "she's changed" probably wouldn't have helped), Jinx opening her mouth would have likely made it worse, but at the same time they still had to run away asap. Caitlyn had already betrayed Ambessa, she couldn't go back. Vi pretty much put her in a position where she'd have no choice but to follow along, no matter how angry she was, at least for a little while...

and I made this post just to say, that the resulting bickering would have been hilarious to see :S

(forget about Jayce waiting five minutes, though, what if it they had an hour? what would Caitlyn had done once they were far enough from the Noxian army? point her gun at Jinx? attempt an arrest? (right in front of Vander? gulp) she might have simply ended up separating from them, and that would have been heartbreaking enough, but a completely different story)

((and that's assuming cult member!vander would have just agreed to leave the commune without acting weird))

[jerys]

saw someone say 'wish he'd tried a little harder' under harry's post.................what if i started shooting people in the head