#wow I wrote again

[itsthatlake]

“Icarus.”

it's all about freedom really

Credit goes to An Sifakah for the poem. Enjoy!

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[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

The thing that gets me right now about Buddie is that. There was a post I saw over a year ago that said something like, "Buck knows he's queer but not that he's in love with his best friend and Eddie knows he's in love with his best friend but not that he's queer," and how. just. that's what's tearing them both up inside.

Buck wants to be in love with Taylor, with Natalia, with Tommy. He's so happy to be out and aware that he's bi. But he's in love with Eddie. And that's horrible because that's his best friend. He can't ruin their friendship - the best thing in his life - by telling Eddie he's in love with him. He wants so badly to be in love with someone else so that he can have Eddie the way he thinks Eddie wants him - best friendship - and he can also have the romance and partner he craves.

And Eddie can't be in love with Buck. Because being in love with Buck means facing a part of him that will, in his mind, make his life messier and more complicated and oh JFC don't even get him started on his parents. You know that he wishes like anything that his best friend was a woman so that he could fall in love with Buck while also not having to look at that part of himself.

But the thing is - the fact that Eddie is Buck's best friend, and the fact that Buck is a man - is why they're in love.

Eddie thinks he has to be perfect and have it all under control to the point where he consistently makes life choices without consulting the people affected (Shannon, Chris, Buck, etc) because he thinks that's his job as Man of the House, as Father, as Husband, and he can't show the messy parts of himself. The crux of his issues with Ana and Marisol is that he never, ever, ever let them get in close. He'll fuck them, he'll play house with them, but he will never actually let them in. If Buck was a woman, Eddie would never have let Buck get in close. He never would have let Buck step in with Chris, with his breakdown, with all of it. But because it was wrapped up in the nebulous 'best friendship' umbrella and Buck wasn't someone Eddie thought he could (or should) want sexually/romantically, he did. He doesn't need to provide, take care of, or play a heternormative role for Buck, and that's how Buck snuck in there.

Of course you fell in love with your best friend who's a man, Eddie. It was never going to be any other way.

And Buck thinks that falling in love with his best friend means he's constantly on the edge of ruining his life and Eddie's life and he wishes so badly to fall in love with someone else and doesn't realize that it's Eddie being his best friend that has him so deeply in love. Buck never performed for Eddie. Because he didn't see Eddie as a romantic option he didn't do any of the over the top things he tends to do for his romances, and he didn't hide the parts of himself out of fear that partner won't like them. Buck just stepped inside with Eddie and supported him. He had no expectations, no plans, so he just let the relationship - the love - grow naturally. Buck is so fucking desperate to be loved and to have a partner, to have the relationships he sees the rest of his family having, and it means he'll chop off pieces of himself, he'll put himself last, he'll do anything to be what he thinks the other person wants and needs, and he'll rush WAY too fast into intimacy and generally just. make a mess. But Eddie's just Eddie. He's the best friend. So Buck pushes Eddie when Eddie needs it. He's patient. He lets Eddie see all of himself, and he calls Eddie out when Eddie's done something that hurts Buck, and apologizes in turn. He had no expectations. He didn't hide.

Of course you fell in love with your best friend, Buck. It was never going to be any other way.

And they are both so fucking convinced they are in a tragedy. Wanting the one person they can't have. Can't be with a man, this will fuck up my entire life, and why would he want me anyway. Can't be with my best friend, this will fuck up my entire life, and he couldn't want me anyway. They have no idea what genre they're really in.

They think they're in a tragedy, but they're in a romance, and they do say your partner should be your best friend.

[mxmarsbars]

guys. he MIGHT work better under a deadline.

[p1z-d0n7jud6em3]

THINKING ABOUT…..

Isagi Yoichi with a volleyball player!reader, who he first saw on Bachira’s phone.

Bachira was on his phone as Isagi entered the room, towel around his neck. He just came out of the shower, freshly dressed in the blue set of clothing provided by Blue Lock. Bachira was sat on his bed, phone in hand, as he intently watched something. Curious to see what, Isagi walked up to him, brow raised. “What’re you watching,” Isagi asks, settling down next to him.

Bachira then shoved the phone in Isagi’s face, catching him off guard. “What’s this-,” Isagi says, brows furrowed then his face contorts into one of recognition. “Is that-,” “Yup, it’s (name),” Bachira answers, watching the volleyball match.

It was a match of your team versus another’s. Isagi was invested. Not really in the match, but in you. You looked so beautiful, even when you were sweating. He thought you looked pretty. Pretty hot. He tried to push the thought out of his mind, but he couldn’t help but agree with it. Sweat dripping off your face, as you happily grinned, your team carrying you on their shoulders as you guys won. Your giggle could’ve been heard as the commentary was being said in the background.

Isagi’s blue eyes were fixated on you, you, and only you. Bachira noticed. Of course, he endlessly teased him about it, because of how red and hot Isagi’s face was.

Yup, Isagi had definitely fallen in love with you. At first sight. Through the screen of Bachira’s phone.

divider by @hyuneskkami

[rikan-oo]

Jiuyuan Uni Au, where SY and SJ are both literature professors that have a beef with each other, but still get paired for lectures/practice lessons for same groups for some reason (It's actually Airplane's fault, but hey sometimes he needs a break from these two as much as other teaching stuff, so they neutralize each other).

SJ usually delivers lectures, and SY takes care of practice lessons. Despite similar elegant air, these two are different as night and day in their teaching methods. At Shen Jiu's lectures, students are afraid to take a breath, let alone ask questions. Meanwhile, SY loves conversations and debates on his lessons. He sometimes bullshits about plot on purpose to check whether students read material.

Nevertheless, SY and SJ have one other thing in common. They say passive-aggressive comments about each other or give backhanded compliments when nobody expects that. It fuels theories among students why would they hate each other, but it's so hilarious that students started to collect these questionable quotes and make fun of that. Also, I wholly believe that they would have nicknames because both of them are Shens. I bet it's confusing as hell, so SJ would be either Snape or Evil Queen. Meanwhile, SY is some kind of fairy.

Usually, SJ does lectures and SY — practice lessons, but once it was decided to swap them. Airplane was sick, so the other person made a new schedule. Top 10 Anime disasters. Meanwhile, more failing and bad grades were expected. Nobody could predict this shitstorm. It's all concentrated around one particular student, whose name was Luo Binghe. SY's favorite student and absolute teachers pet for him. Obviously, for SJ, it was hate from first sight. Many failed this course, and LBH was no different. He didn't get enough points because SJ was extra picky with grading his papers. LBH, all crying with puppy face, lamented to SY, and then shit hit the fan.

SY went to SJ, and they had a cat fight in their office after lessons. It started with accusations from both sides about bias. SJ saying that he obviously favors LBH and codles a beast who is too cocky, arrogant, and doesn't know his place. SY saying SJ is biased and hates LBH for his talent and cleverness, and also because LBH prefers SY's articles and analysis to SJ. Then, it proceeds to them criticizing each other and screaming. Naturally it ended with them making out (again) and having hatefuck (new!)

SJ was smug and obviously bragged to LBH with "I fucked your mum" energy. SJ: "Nobody is going to believe you anyway." (Wrong, LMY will eat this shit up and write a ff with love triangle, adding her brother and professor YQY to the mix. Somehow, all faculty know about its existence and students share it like a sacred torch) Boy is deeply traumatized by his teacher's sacrifice to pacify evil dragon. He promises SY a lifetime servitude. (SY: "No, Binghe, don't kneel, please. I don't need a lifetime servitude. Just you living a fulfilling life and pursuing academic endeavors is enough for me. " LBH: "Laoshiii *crying*). LBH won, but at what price. Press F for SY ass and LBH lovelife.

[jesuistrestriste]

Do u think Patrick would make fun of art of he let the m word slip infront of him.... i think he would BUT then he'd jerk off thinking about his best friend moaning mommy for the next three weeks

well yes !!

like pat and art and you are hanging out after the two of them just finished a recreational doubles match, and art’s all over you. smiling with low lids and melting into your hand on his lower back, shuddering subtly when he feels your fingers dance just under the bottom of his tee shirt and against his sweaty skin. he kinda forgets patrick is even next to him for a bit.

and so when you kiss art goodbye and give him that tender smile that he always sees above him in the bedroom, he kinda slips half-way into subspace and instinctively responds with a “bye, mommy..”

it comes out all syrupy sweet and slides right off his heavy tongue. he doesn’t realize what he’s just done until patrick starts sputtering and then bursts into a fit of laughter the second you’re out of earshot..

he’s doubled over, hands on his knees, tears in his eyes, as he howls and pushes at the blonde’s shoulder.

“oh my god, you dirty little freak!” he teases between gasps of air, straightening up to look at his best friend, “you dog!”

and yikes. maybe he made too big a deal out of it?

art’s hand is over his eyes and his bottom lip is wobbling with embarrassment as he pushes out a harsh fist and punches pat in the back, “fuck off.”

patrick can see the way his cheeks are burning pink. it makes his stomach flip faster than he can process it, and then he’s quickly done laughing at his buddy’s slip-up. now he’s completely transfixed.

oh, art..

he’s always the prettiest when he’s feeling shy.

and now the brunette knew something new about him.. something downright filthy; something that was so predictably him.

like of course art’s into that. why wouldn’t he be?

so patrick clears his throat and chuckles weakly before he mumbles another teasing remark and then slinks off to his car. he’ll apologize later, now he has bigger (more urgent) problems to deal with.

speeds home and shoves his hand down his shorts at every stoplight, palming himself and biting his lip when he thinks about the way the word fell so damn naturally from art’s hot mouth. he then starts to think about all of the gross, pervy things you probably make art do in your guys’ spare time.

you probably force him to hold back his orgasms until he cries. you probably slide your fingers over his tongue and force him to lick up any drool that spills out. you probably fuck him with a strap-on.. and patrick pictures the way art’s body probably jolts with every slap of your hand over his ass.

.. ohh, god yeah…

pat’s just barely turning the corner to his apartment before he has to pull over to the curb and slam on his breaks. he moans and curls over the steering wheel, his hand getting covered in a mess of sticky warmth as he bucks his hips into it to prolong the prickly and perfect sting of aftershock. he drinks in every moment of it. his mind torturously replaying a symphony of “mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy” in art’s dumb, needy voice.

he’s heaving air in and out of his lungs as he comes down, and he knows he’ll be thinking about today every time he wants to get off for the next, hmm, month..? year? it’s hard to say.

[misiahasahardname]

mephone4 is Not a good teacher

(for an object show highschool au i made up… probably not gonna post more about it lol)

BONUS: chocolate bar, an unfinished doodle with mephone and two, and something i drew after tpot13 released and forgot to post. i think

(yes two is a god. as are the other algebraliens (besides x). the lore i made up for the algebraliens in this au is so strange…)

[rodolfoparras]

You know what rattles this little pea brain of mine? Price on leave who’s gained weight, ass, stomach and thighs jiggling as you forcefully thrust into him, the back rolls when you got his ass up in the air head forced down to the floor while you bully your cock into his hole, the pudge of fat on his hips that you can’t help but grab at every time you go in for a kiss or that you can’t help but nip at when trailing kisses down to his dick, or the way his gut droops down to the fringe of curls that start at the base of his cock, dark hairs dusted all over his stomach and smeared in your cum since you’ve made it a habit to finish all over it every time you fuck, forcing him to wear clothes that no longer fit just to see him walking around with his pants unzipped and the way his shirt will ride up every time he stretches or lifts his arms but you assure him he has nothing to worry about since you’ll be getting him new clothes after ripping these olds ones up or cumming all over them while you fuck

[ghostpebble]

hi i'd like to apologize for the amount of times im going to use fire as a recurring villain in these stories

[salethe2]

Okay, so instead of sleeping, I'm here writing this, but I just had to share my thoughts on episode 7 and the relationship between Armand and Louis.

I'll probably need to rewatch the episode a few more times to fully grasp everything and maybe make another post but wow—episode 7 was absolutely devastating.

Okay, so starting with Louis… Honestly, I can’t even be mad at Louis anymore. Initially, I was yelling at my screen, wondering if he was just blind. Armand’s manipulations have become so blatant, yet Louis doesn’t seem to notice. Watching this episode, seeing how Daniel doesn’t even get angry or judge Louis or get angry at Armand like he did last episode—it hit me. Louis probably knows deep down that Armand is behind everything, but he’s in denial. Because, as twisted as Armand is, Louis feels he’s all he’s got left. And I think Daniel starts to see this towards the end of the episode. Sure, he still states the facts, as a journalist does, and makes it obvious that he knows Armand is hiding things, but he doesn’t call Armand a liar like he did last episode, he just listens, and is calm because what else can he do?

Not only is there manipulation going on from Armand, but Louis also remembers and tells the story differently from how it happened as a coping mechanism. Because as much as I’d like to blame Armand on everything, the changes in Claudia’s turning, and his fight with Lestat were done by Louis, so he is very much lying to himself.

And what can Daniel do? What would Louis do if the last thread holding him was cut? Can Daniel do that to him? Does he have the right to do that? Would he cause him even more pain by doing that? Because as much as Louis is ignoring the obvious manipulation, as soon as it all comes to light, that bubble will burst and there will be no going back. At the same time, Daniel is not excusing Armand. I mean, the look he gives him in this scene is so telling. His voice is soft and almost surprised. "Wow, you saved Louis. How nice of you." But the way he looks at him, it's as if he's saying, "I know this is all a lie and you're the one behind all this, but I'll play along for now." I mean he could have easily just asked Louis if all of this doesn’t seem weird to him, driven that point forward more like at the beginning of the episode or last episode, but he just says “but not her” and that small sentence nearly broke the bubble of ignorance around Louis but oddly enough Daniel stops there, does not push a bit more. (I guess we’ll wait and see if this remains the same next episode).

As for Armand…I mean, I love him, and I think he’s a is brilliantly written character because he didn’t just isolate Louis; he stripped away everything in his life, turned his heart further against Lestat, and crafted scenarios where, even if Louis confronts the truth about his manipulations, he’s still trapped. Because what can Louis do? Abandon the only semblance of connection he has left? Lestat remarked in this episode that anything is preferable to loneliness for a vampire. Consequently, Louis would rather turn a blind eye than sever the last tie he holds. Even when Louis considered ending it all—something he already tried before—Armand wouldn’t permit it. Louis can’t even challenge Armand, given the disparity in their power. So, what else can he do!!

As for wether or not Armand is a villain, I can’t really say without watching the last episode, but I will say that know it’s easy to label him as merely evil and manipulative—traits he undoubtedly possesses—but I beg to differ on the notion that he feels no remorse. Yes, he’s orchestrated some truly horrible acts, even gave himself a front-row seat to watch it all go down, but to say he harbors no regret? I don’t believe that’s entirely accurate. I think, in his own warped way, a part of him believes he’s helping Louis, possibly as a coping mechanism for his own guilt.

As for what he did to Madeleine and Claudia, it was downright horrible and he 100% meticulously planned it all, still, I suspect a sliver of guilt does linger within him—not specifically for what he did to them, but for the essence of his actions and the hatred towards the loneliness that’s shaped him.

I mean, we have to remember that this is a man who endured unimaginable horrors even before he was turned, and has lived in solitude for 500 years! Lestat, at 150 years old, moved a man to tears by sharing his loneliness. Can you imagine the depth of pain, loneliness, self-loathing, sadness, anger, and a myriad of other emotions this man has borne for half a millennium?

This isn’t to say that Armand’s actions are justified—far from it. But it does highlight the devastating impact of loneliness on vampires and how it can profoundly twist their minds. For 500 years Armand has been alone and the only light he saw through that darkness was to take this half broken man, take everything he had and make him as broken as him to make sure he would always be his. Again, this does not justify his actions, but merely explains them.

All of this being said, the presence of guilt, albeit slight, likely twists inside him. Armand might reinterpret this feeling as ‘helping’ Louis, keeping him blissfully unaware of the harsh truths as a way to alleviate his own conscience. Kind of like, “I know I did this horrible thing, but there was no way around it, and I hate myself for it—for being this way. But I have to keep this man by my side for his own good and my own, by any means necessary.”

Also, just adding this, can we take a moment to discuss the lighting in this shot? Notice how Armand's face is partially shadowed when facing Louis, yet the side that's illuminated is turned towards Daniel. Honestly loved the lighting in this entire episode.

Anyway, this is precisely why I believe Louis DID asked Armand to erase those memories in San Francisco

And why he remove the torn pages from Claudia’s journals. Because he prefers a life of blissful ignorance over the agony of truth.

Of course Armand willingly, and easily went along with all of this because it keeps Louis by his side, so it plays nicely into his manipulations. Still, I do believe that Louis did in fact ask him to erase those memories. Does his consent to all of this make it any better? If anything, it makes it worse. This is a man so ensnared and without any escape that he’d rather erase painful memories—those that remind him of the grim reality of his situation—than live with them. And Armand’s mind is so twisted that he probably convinces himself it’s all right. In his mind, as long as he has consent, he isn’t doing anything wrong.

Anyway, that’s all I have for now but honestly, Louis’s only real escape now is through Lestat. Otherwise, he needs to figure out how to outmaneuver the master manipulator himself—because I doubt Armand will let go without a fight.

[youling-the-ghost]

fresh start - a hareth ficlet

Between his life being flipped upside down and having to work a completely foreign job, Hank was struggling. (this is mostly for @i-may-be-an-emu since you're like the #1 hareth shipper here lol) word count: 893

"Will ya quit looking so down, mate? People are gonna think that we abuse you or something."

"Sorry, Gareth."

Hank huffed out a sigh and leaned across the counter, resting his chin on the palm of his hand and mustering a sorry excuse for a smile.

He wondered about things. How were Thaddeus and little Betsy Sue doing? Do they miss him? Or were they living their best lives, playing Sunday board games with their new pops? How was it possible that his piece-of-shit cheating ex-wife won the custody case?

Hank had no answers.

"Oi, stop standing around and get back to work!" Gareth's words pulled Hank back to reality.

"Sorry, Gareth."

"Jesus fuck," Gareth breathed exasperatedly. "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?"

"Look, I'm sorry, Gareth, but it's been rough for me, y'know? From a businessman in Texas to—"

"Lovely story, but tell it after your shift, will ya? For fuck's sake."

"Sorry, won't happen again."

"Yeah, it better fucking not."

It was almost impressive, Hank thought idly as Gareth went to inspect a different section of the bar, how many swear words his boss managed to fit in one exchange.

A young couple walked in, arms hooked around each other and bodies practically melting into one. Something twisted in Hank's chest.

"Howdy, what can I get ya?"

The girl scoffed. "'Howdy'? What are you, a wannabe cowboy?"

"Uh, no. Not a cowboy, ma'am. Just a Texan."

"A Texan!" It was the boy this time. "Tell me, what's an American doing in London?"

Hank coughed not-so-discreetly. How much was he allowed to share?

"I just needed a change of pace, y'know?" was what he eventually settled for, and the couple seemed content with the reply.

There was something palpable between the young couple, like a taut rope stretched across a cliff, ready to snap at any moment. Neither person ordered anything, though both had a visible yearning for alcohol on their faces. Although the girl was sitting on the boy's lap and their limbs were so intertwined that it was hard to tell whose was whose, there was a gaping chasm between their souls. Hank could tell from the way their hands hovered over the counter and on each other's arms, but never intertwined with each other.

The eyes might be the windows to the soul, but the hands were the doors, Hank would so often say when his friends used to as him for relationship advice.

No one asked him for relationship advice anymore.

Hank let out a deep breath. It didn't matter, anyway. Those friends had long since stopped talking to him.

"Okay, that's it." Gareth's words cut through Hank's racing thoughts. "Finley, could ya cover this section for a bit? Hank, you come with me."

Oh fuck, was Hank's immediate thought. Second day on the job and he was already being reprimanded for misdemeanour. He gave Finley, his surly co-worker who definitely did not look happy to have to cover two sections, and followed Gareth to the back of the building.

"Okay, listen—" Gareth groaned. There was something unsure in his voice, something shaky and uncertain. It was nothing like the Gareth who yelled at him for staring off into space or sharing too many disturbing details about his personal life.

After a heavy pause, Gareth spoke up again: "Are you sure you're up for this job?"

Hank blinked. "Um, what?"

Gareth sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair. "You've been spaced the hell out all day. If something's going on then I'm fine with giving you a break or some—"

"Wait." Hank could hardly belive his ears. "I'm...not gettin' fired?"

"'Course not." Gareth furrowed his brows. "What kinda boss would I be if I abandoned a struggling employee like that?"

"Oh." This was...different than what he expected. "But you're givin' me a break on my first day?"

"Look, I'd much rather have an employee take a day off than an employee half-assing all of his drinks and spacing out all the damn time."

"Ah. Right."

It was damn near impossible to snap himself out of the corporate mindset, Hank realised, but he was starting to get the hang of it. If his boss was okay with him taking a day off on his second day at the job, maybe he would also be okay with other stuff as well?

"Listen, Gareth, I don't need a day off—"

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. But, uhm," Hank awkwardly massaged the back of his neck, "could we grab a drink after my shift? I-It doesn't have to be at a bar or anythin', we can like—go bowling or somethin' too. I just—I need someone to talk to right now."

"Ah." Something about Gareth's posture shifted. He became softer, gentler, more welcoming, as if he was putting his guard down for the first time.

Then, Gareth chuckled, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile. "Of course. I told you, didn't I? You can tell me your story after your shift."

"Oh. I thought you were just jokin' when you said that."

"Please, I'm always dead serious." The slightest hint of a smile on Gareth's lips vanished. "All right, now quit yapping and get back to work."

Hank couldn't help but laugh. "You got it, Gareth."

Maybe this change could be for the better, after all.

[sincerelystesichorus]

me becoming a gortash apologist apparently

i never thought i'd say this. i am thinking about Enver Gortash. i'm usually not one of his apologists but... i've had brain rot for my Durge lately, and i think a big moment of developing your Durge is how you react to meeting Gortash again, yeah? you may or may not be close with Karlach but the party and Durge especially have all faced similar trauma of betrayal and exploitation nonetheless (and so has Gortash), he's already been introduced vaguely at the end of Act 2 as a threat/main villain, he worships Bane, he has general edge lord vibes (remember that bit where I'm usually not a Gortash apologist djdjdjd); what i'm trying to spit out, is there's a lot to sway you against Gortash in that first meeting. and I'd argue even a little further, as someone that followed Orin's plans of betrayal against him in my first Tav run, (just because her audacity is so damn funny.)

But anyway. Meeting Gortash. Finding out you used to be close. Perhaps homoerotically, perhaps in a strange platonic manner, or some other third thing, but nonetheless, Durge is assumably the only person Gortash has ever truly liked. He just really goes out of his way with praise at meeting again, the use of the word favorite is notable, and if Gortash had anyone worth elevating, he would, right? That was how Ketheric got here, Orin wants more credibility for herself and the Bhaalists, and Gortash... just enslaves his parents in their old home/business. But he liked you. He's really so similar to Astarion (it's nothing, you're just the only person I've ever truly cared for); he's just already a touch too far gone in his power hungry search for security. He's already repeated the cycle, years and years ago with Karlach as the main example and just the inevitability of being Bane's Chosen. And yet - Durge comes marching through the door again with this band of misfits and his old lackey he wronged, and he's willing to make a true bargain.

And I know it's just in Gortash's character to scheme, but l think playing as reformed Durge makes Gortash's potential deal all the more devastating, since he will truly follow through on his word (or, at least he would.)

It's so funny to show up dating Astarion or Shadowheart, and imagine them teasing you later that night, saying they thought you'd have better taste. Or the bitterness of being with Karlach, knowing that you seemed to be in such deep kahoots. And so on. The point is not valuing that past relationship with Gortash. Focusing on the shiny and new.

And like whatever. Gortash isn't ever going to publicly present that his feelings are hurt but like... wouldn't they? Your past lover or at the very least, only close friend struts in, now thinking they're some big shot, so beyond everything you two had ever done... when you always lived in their shadow beforehand, frankly. Gortash adores how this flawless plan was majorly Durge's, critiques Orin's sloppy manner of filling your place, how Ketheric was just a means to an end. But he liked you. The person who helped him raid Mephistopheles' vault, in turn helping him spit not only in the arch devil's face, but his past captor, Raphael's too (since Raph lives chronically in the shadow of his father, imo.) The person who thought they could formulate and enact this whole plot, and the only one he was willing to follow, to be an equal with, now coming to tell him what everyone always does, inevitably.

A final fuck you, or some form of betrayal, the same thing that caused his mess all those years ago when sold off to that warlock.

It would have to hurt, and while it's funny to imagine my little gnome Durge dying inside and cackling to the party about sleeping with an enemy and technically being the enemy... a little obssessed at the angst you could perceive of Gortash somehow falling for any crazy Bhaalspawn, nonetheless Durge, who was never one for morals, coming back renewed and not to come get him or work things out... but to slay him or turn against him. I'd send the Steelwatchers after our asses too.

In conclusion, Gortash, probably:

sigh. my bias against greasy little guys could never truly make me hate you, enver gortash. look at you, the man that you are.

[rotyolk]

нoiнoiнoiнoi-san

[realtapiocafan]

it fucks me up genuinely how you wrote how justin came up behind ja'marr and hugged him/hooked his chin over his shoulder in the notice me senpai fic and THENNNN in ja'marrs ig story justin does EXACTLY that his hand gripping at ja'marr while ja'marr just looks smugly down at the camera like excuse me? are you two being serious??

also brought forth ideas of the lsu 2023 trio getting invited to ja'marrs bday bash and them freaking out over it trying to act chill or whatev but when ja'marr comes by them when making his rounds greeting his guests they just latch on to him whispering happy bdays while he laughs at them and ooh and aah over their joint bday gift of just the most sparkly shit in the world wow sorry just had to vomit this up

OH MY FUCKING GOD ANON WOW WOW WOW

ok, first of all, yes i DID in fact notice that i wrote justin hooking his chin over ja'marr's shoulder AND THEN IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED 😭 funny thing is i actually wrote that part just last night, so like??? i thought i was tripping when i woke up yesterday!

that scene will like. haunt me. i have videos of it saved on my phone. i will rewatch that again and again.

and 2023 lsu wouldn't be able to fucking breathe if ja'marr invited them to his birthday bash. like, their daily phone calls would be absolutely filled with 'what should we get ja'marr omfg' 'yes malik a yacht is too much' 😭😭😭 mayhaps they have to resort to tee bc not to insult justin or joe, but tee is like more... approachable? (it's just justin and joe are far more private yk) anyways tee points them in the direction of ja'marr's jeweler and they come up with some cool ideas to request (can't think of anything super specific rn, but maybe like a bracelet with special dates engraved -natty win, draft day, etc? something sparkly but also something meaningful bc yk these guys do everything 110%)

them latching onto ja'marr when he comes by OUGHHH!!!! they would absolutely fail miserably at acting chill <3 all of that media training, down the toilet. and they really would wish ja'marr the most genuine of happy birthdays! like jayden would say some shit like 'hope your year is full of blessings' as malik bounces anxiously around and brian just. freezes. like actually freezes. just blinking.

and then afterwards, ja'marr and his three ducklings following him around the party and everyone can see their starry eyes and justin's texting joe the pictures and and

i just love 2023 lsu/ja'marr with every bit of my heart. wow. thanks anon. you have sparked many brain worms!

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Listened to Hadestown again on my drive today. How did Eurydice remember flowers under her feet during “Flowers”? It had been so long since spring she didn’t even- oh. She wasn’t remembering real flowers. Just the way Orpheus made her feel when she was with him.

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Quand Mercutio nous chantait "la vie est belle" Moi, j'y croyais...

This one goes out to the absolutely wild hairstyle choices they subjected Cyril Niccolai to during the 2010 revival.