#wow this scene was awful to colour

[rinnstars]

imagineee, aquarium dates with rin. LIKE, SEEING JELLYFISHES AND SHARKS AND CUTE TURTLES WITH OUR RINNIE?? perfecto *chefs kiss*. until you encounter a boy who strayed away from his teacher during their fieldtrip, and starts to tag along with you both. he likes rin but nags you so much?? wow, unfair! anyway, that's all, thank you @rinnstars !! mwa mwa !!

( i got this idea from the C-drama "When I Fly Towards You". the aquarium scene in episode 9 where they happened to be babysitters until the boy was brought back to his teacher and classmates. + please make this in the original timeline. highschool sweethearts with rinrin ( 16 or 17 ) >3< )

sea you with me!

aquarium dates with you

itoshi rin x reader: mainly from rin’s pov, fluff, a little bit of crack, not proofread + likes and reblogs are appreciated

notes: HIIII anon!!!! YES OFCCCC<333 fun fact is that i have never been to one but i hope it’s still sort of accurate TT spent my lesson break for this I JUST GOT A LITTLE EXCITED… just a little!!!! <3 dwww i read ur other part of req tooo although its in the bonus section ish !! <333

holding your hand in the midst of the crowd that forms around different section of glasses featuring different sea creature - from translucent-like jellyfish that practically shines underneath the blue shimmering light above it hovering around, from green turtles that floats around slowly serenely right next and in contrast to the shark that seem to bare its teeth to show its glory to the people looking in awe. he thinks hes lovesick when he sees that and glance at the reflection of you and him, so reminiscent of those sea creatures - with you being as ethereal and breath-taking as the jellyfish as you smile and him being the sharks being placed on display in a separate tank right beside yours in contrast the same way he frowns and grimaces and glares at others.

really, he thinks he doesn’t quite fit the atmosphere - filled with other students with their friends cheerily taking pictures of one another in front of each glass panel with their digicam (that’s inside his pocket if you ever ask for it), filled with noisy kids that yelp and tug at their parents shirt as they attempt to navigate the already-crowded area, filled with people that dress picture-perfect and light to match the atmosphere in contrast to his black jacket hiding his school uniform. and again, he is reminded of his own lovesickness - forgoing a lazy after school hang out with you right in his bedroom playing yours and his favourite song whilst eating food from that cafe he knows youre practically addicted to simply because you asked him to, without any pleadings or begging. yet, don’t get him wrong, hes having fun here although not in the traditional sense - he enjoys seeing you point and brighten up when you see a fish that just catches your attention as you skip right to it, he enjoys feeling your hands against his as though made for each other as you tug against it to move to the next section, and most importantly he really does enjoy seeing you enjoy yourself. after all, he knows you deserve especially after exam season - he’s seen you all drained out lying your head on your desk just days ago clearly exhusasted a few hours after insisting you’ll be fine, he’s seen your piles of notes and assignments and even more printed exam papers to redo for your exam that he thinks your table has already become the equivalent of an library, and hes seen you fallen asleep at your desk way later than you should be after his football club with tears stains that he wished to have been there to wipe away, to kiss away, anything to have prevented you from having cried.

and its this point as you two are chatting about life, leaning in closer to you, where that colourful fish that has been staying still seems to have woken up and in its hurry seem to swim desperately to another side that startles the both of you (he wishes to curse that fish for it would have been a scene out of a manga that you always read if he had mustered the courage to kiss you right there and then), leading you to stumble and almost hit someone - and by someone, its apparently a little kid who looks confused and dazed, not even moving as you almost crash right into him.

you look at that little kid and he looks right back at you with his wide eyes - and hes pretty sure it lasts a while more before you apparently decide to play “adopt me” (just like when you and him were both kids on roblox.. but he digress…) and he’s pretty sure he might just have accidentally glared at the kid with the way he tugs at your jacket as he walks behind you as though hiding from him. and of course, hes used to that sight, hes never been great with kids - having scared his little cousin with just his looks at some point that led him to be reprimanded by said cousin’s parents, having been bitten by said little cousin as soon as his parents left almost letting out a ear-shattering scream that would have completely shattered whatever ego was left from that bite mark that lasted weeks, having being thrown a drink at by said cousin another time whilst he was minding his business playing games beside him whilst having to save his switch and end up soaking wet in his home clothes for another hour or so (and he’s sworn off babysitting for his cousin ever since then) (he had to go to blue lock)

but in front of you, he wants a little pride, to impress you, he digresses - tugging at his pocket to offer the little kid in front of you a candy (out of the many he brings to give to you and to snack on himself). and he knows hes successful, letting himself smile slightly in victory as the kid face appears from behind you, cautiously accepting the candy that rin helps to tear away the packet of for him to enjoy. and perhaps he associates that sugary sweet strawberry flavour that bursts in his mouth with the two of you, suddenly turning from the quiet and confused kid you randomly found to a kid who suddenly was open and talkative, all smiles and laughter, holding the both of your hands in his and skipping, pulling you and rin with him.

and now, he finds himself no longer pulled by you, but this random kid - but when he looks at you who’s attention is clearly on the kid, smiling and nodding to whatever things he’s saying, you practically you look like an angel especially with the way the aquarium white and blue lights were illuminating you. and midway of course, he slowly lets go of rin’s hand, leaving him behind almost comically as he holds yours and his bag. and he can practically feel eyes glared at him, and all he wants to do is to run away as he walks behind you and that little kid that he now suddenly feels was against him all along - with the way he tugs and your arm and..!

“.. mhm! ah! wait those are my parents! bye bye!” he says, turning back at you and rin with a bright smile that practically filled your heart with warmth as though he was the sun, waving excitedly at the both of you before he cheerily skips towards his parents who looked confused at where he was, pulling him by the hand worriedly.

and with that, your hands are back to merging with his, and that tint of red on his face from embarrassment changes into a blush across his face that is only highlighted by the lights from having his hands on you, walking about in the sea exhibition. he wonders a little what that kid told you, for you to hold his hands seemingly a little tighter, leaning your head on his shoulder that isn’t completely uncharacteristic but still a little strange as you glance at another exhibition of fishes swimming passionately around the tank as though dancing, brushing his hair aside before leaning in and merging your lips with his that practically makes his heart flutters and pump even faster than it does on the field - and he swears he understands all those mangas you rave about teenage romance and whatnot when youre practically made for him.

bonus:

“… seriously bachira… i don’t think that’s rin…”

“it seriously is! i followed him from that cafe! i’m serious isagi!!”

“with that kind of personality…?”

“hey! keep it down a little he’s about to turn around..?!”

and rin thinks hes going to lose his mind when he turns around after that kiss only to see his isagi and bachira huddled together whispering clearly about him in their respective school uniform, tugging you by your hand to somewhere else as he sees them through the reflective glass of the exhibitions following him and you a little too obviously. but he guesses if its with you, he doesn’t mind it at all.

[spiderfunkz]

✦ CITY OF STARS.

summary : peter swings you to a perfect late-night date.

word count : 0,6k

warnings : tooth rotting fluff, implied fem!reader, pet names, kisses.

a/n : inspired by this deleted scene!! requests for peter are open if u want to send in ur ideas / prompts ^_^ also kind of inspired by that one scene in atsv where gwen & miles hangout by that tower yk

"let's get out of here." peter whispers, his voice tickles your skin again as he places another kiss on your nose.

you sigh, cupping his cheek, "i can't peter, i told you." you repeat — which not surprisingly causes peter to pout. "why not?"

"because. i have.. homework." you shrug. it's true though, the pile of papers near your desk is practically calling you to be read or marked.

he pouts, again. but he isn't giving up.

"don't look at me like that." you chuckle, your thumb caressing peter's cheek, running through his freckles.

"like what?"

"with your big brown doe eyes."

peter tries a bit more. the more you make eye contact with him, the harder it is to say no.

"fine. but you seriously have to get blue contacts, peter." you let go of his cheek.

"yes, ma'am." he nods. you couldn't tell if he's joking or not, but it's funny either way.

he gets up and grabs his backpack, it seems heavier than usual. "grab your jacket, bub. it's gonna be cold."

"where are you taking me?"

"secret."

"that doesn't sound creepy at all."

"come on. trust me." peter's waiting near the window. "are you gonna take me on a swing?"

peter puts his beanie on. "does the hat give it away?" he asks, the spiderman crochet beanie in bright red staring right at you.

you smile. "yeah it kinda does."

peter tucks the loose hair behind your ear before helping you out the window, and before you know it you're one with the wind. and also with new york's pollution.

peter's gentle, one hand holding your waist and the other thwip! -ing away at buildings. your hands are wrapped around his neck, face burried in the crook of it. you could smell his cologne, it's the one you like.

you relax at the scent of it. it almost makes you forget that you're meters up in the air.

but then your shoes touch ground.

it was a ledge of a clock tower. it's not steep, it's actually very spacey up here. if you think about it you could probably fit a picnic up here, a small hangout even with a few friends.

"you good?" peter lets go, "yeah. this is cozy." you say, fixing your sweater. "don't you think people will see us here?" you ask.

"no. but. if they do-" peter opens his bag, "i got back up." he reveals a beanie, like the one he's wearing, it's a spiderman one too but with different colours.

it's white with pink outlines.

"we're matching!" peter puts the beanie on you. it fits perfectly, "that's so cute peter. do i get to keep it?" — "of course. made it just for you. besides i don't think people can spot us here unless they really, really, really squint. and now when they do, they'll just see our hats."

you nod. peter gestures for you to sit.

"i got more stuff." he smiles, teeth showing, teasingly.

you roll your eyes at him before sitting next to the empty space beside him.

he pulls out two takeout boxes, followed by the plastic eating utensils, and some water, and some more.

"oh. wow." you say, impressed.

you weren't kidding. you could fit a picnic here.

"what're you waiting for? dig in!" peter passes your takeout. "i got your favorite too."

"aw. thank you, peter." you give him a kiss. "i'll get you ice cream after this. or whenever you feel like ice cream." you give him another kiss.

"thank you!" he gasps, dramatically. "that is everything i have ever wanted." peter replies.

you smile, "this is everything i have ever wanted."

[wheeboo]

seasons | yoon jeonghan

SYNOPSIS. in which you experience the four seasons of love with jeonghan. PAIRING. yoon jeonghan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff and domestic fluff, a lil angst, suggestive content (but its VERY brief n soft), just two humans loving nature, established relationship, au WARNINGS. one scene of implied smut, reader feeling a lil insecure in the relationship which leads to a small argument, mentions of drinking, overuse of the term “angel” WORD COUNT. 3.5k

notes: i honestly just wrote this as a comfort fic tbh and didn’t mean for it to be so long

In the season of spring, the cherry blossom season had come into full bloom. A delicate floral fragrance filled the cool, afternoon air as cherry blossoms painted the terrain with their soft hues of pink and white. The trees transformed into breathtaking canopies that cover the skies above, decorated with delicate petals that danced away in the gentle breeze.

As you and Jeonghan walk under the looming trees together hand-in-hand, it felt as if you were both walking into a dreamlike fairytale. You’ve always enjoyed walking through the cherry blossoms by yourself, but ever since you started dating Jeonghan two months ago (you wanted to go at your own pace, which he graciously accepted) he helped you embrace the beauty of nature even more. Being remotely next to him felt like you were finally seeing the world through its natural colours. 

“Wow, it’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” You ask, your arms unnoticeably swinging back and forth as you gaze around the picturesque landscape. “Everything looks surreal!”

Jeonghan couldn’t help but admire the glowing smile on your face as you immerse yourself in the mesmerising scenery behind. Beams of sunlight filter through the leaves of the trees and cast down onto the ground below. The two of you keep your steps slow and steady, yet it felt light, almost like walking on thin air.

“It truly is,” Jeonghan replies calmly, voice carrying a hint of awe. "But you know what's even more beautiful? Being here with you."

His simple words send a flutter through your heart. You catch sight of that subtle smirk to his lips and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Yoon Jeonghan,” You say his name with utmost seriousness; it catches him off-guard for a moment as well. “You know this is not good for my heart.”

Jeonghan just chuckles mischeviously. "Oh, but isn't this my job? Making your heart race and bringing a little bit of excitement into your life?"

You playfully nudge him with your elbow, pretending to be annoyed but failing to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Well if that's the case, then you're doing an excellent job, you heart thief.”

He feigns to be shocked, his hand coming to rest on his chest as if offended by your words. "Me? A heart thief? I think you have the wrong person, Y/N. I have been nothing but a dutiful boyfriend to your copious endeavours.”

You let out a laugh, the sound blending with the delicate whispers of the afternoon breeze blowing through the trees, almost like nature itself was entrusting promises of a beautiful journey ahead for the two of you. 

Even though it was only the beginning of your relationship, you couldn’t help but wonder the desire at the start of something beautiful with him, how life would progress with him by your side.

The two of you stop before the ends of the path of cherry blossoms. You turn towards Jeonghan, taking both of his hands in yours and squeezing gratefully.

“Thank you for taking me here, Jeonghan,” You tell him, feeling like the world around came to a brief halt just for these few intimate seconds. “I... really enjoyed spending time with you.” I’m so grateful to have met you.

Jeonghan cups your face lightly with his hand, leaning in to press a small kiss to your forehead, letting it linger a moment too long to have you yearning for more. “Of course, Y/N. I enjoyed spending time with you too.” We don’t have to part ways just yet, right?

You feel warmth blooming from within, knowing that these moments𑁋while being surrounded by the enchanting beauty of nature and blossoming feelings for the man right beside you𑁋is something you both will cherish forever.

The sight of Jeonghan's serene expression, his fingers intertwined naturally with yours, does nothing but amplify the magic of the cherry blossoms and the heartfelt, romantic season of spring; the season of love marked by new beginnings.

In the season of summer, the warm air that seeps through the window of your apartment carries a sense of relief and contentment. The landscape appeared vibrant and lively, an explosion of evergreen in the swaying trees in the distance. The setting sun cast its golden glow upon the landscape outside, painting the the sky with an array of purple and orange.     

“Call me when you both get home. Drive safe, okay? I love you.” You tell your parents through the phone. After hanging up, you let out a tired sigh, feeling the weight of the day resting on your shoulders. Exhaustion flowed through your body as you grasp the counter of your kitchen sink and peer outside the window longingly. 

It was a moment of peace that captured your tired mind and eased the lingering tension. The sheer exhaustion from the preparations, the anxiety of introducing Jeonghan to your parents, and the energy spent had left you more drained than you expected.

Yet you were also incredibly relieved. Introducing Jeonghan after nearly six months had been a huge milestone to your relationship. Fortunately he was there with you every step away𑁋reassuring your nerves and helping you prepare for their visit by cleaning and assisting with cooking dinner, his calming presence soothing and filling you with confidence. 

The day had gone exceptionally well, perhaps even beyond your expectations. Conversations flowed effortlessly, laughter echoed through the walls, and a genuine connection seemed to have blossomed between Jeonghan and your parents.

As you turn on the sink and take a plate into your hands to wash, you feel something from behind enclose tightly around your waist. A shiver runs down your spine as Jeonghan's warm breath tickles your ear, his arms enveloping you in a loving embrace.

“You did amazing today, angel,” Jeonghan whispers lowly in your ear, his voice sending a surge of goosebumps up your skin as he presses a few kisses to your shoulder. “I’m so proud of you. Thank you for letting me meet your parents.”

Smiling warmly, you instinctively lean into his touch the slightest bit, trying not to let him distract you from washing the dishes. However, Jeonghan reaches effortlessly over your shoulder from behind to turn off the water, his hands lingering over yours as he helps you dry the plate.

Whatever he was planning, you didn’t stop him. Once he puts the plate away, he brings his attention back to placing lingering kisses to your shoulder, slowly trailing them up to your neck.

“Hannie...” You sigh, only hearing him hum in response to his name. “What are you doing?”

“I know you’re tired from today,” He brings his hands down to your waist and spins you around to face him, his gaze firm with care. “so let me take care of you tonight, please?”

You give him a warm smile, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lean in to capture his lips with a deep kiss. The kiss is a sweet fusion of tenderness and desire, a silent affirmation of your trust to let Jeonghan take the lead. As your lips move together in unison, time seems to slow down, the outside world ceasing away into insignificance.

Once you both pull away, Jeonghan doesn’t waste a moment in taking your hand and dragging you into the bedroom, your eager chuckles filling the air as he closes the door behind. 

“You deserve all the love and care in the world, you know that, right?” Jeonghan rubs his hands soothingly over your arms, guiding you ever so slightly back until your calves hit the bed behind. 

You swallow a nervous lump in your throat, giving a small nod to his words. Gosh, he always knows the right ways to make you feel so vulnerable and just so seen𑁋to make your heart feel so full and so safe. 

“Good,” He guides you down on the bed until your back falls onto the mattress. “Lay down and relax, angel. I’ll make sure I won’t miss a spot.”

His hand slides into yours, your fingers interlocking with his as he presses his weight against you carefully, evidently pinning you down to the bed. Though you’ve shared these intimate moments with him before, he still holds that same gaze in his eyes like the first time he has seen you so vulnerable for him. 

“Beautiful,” he mumbles against your skin as his lips ghost over the sweet spot behind your ear, feeling satisfied from the gasp that leaves you. “Can’t believe I can call you mine.”

Like the warm caress of the sun, Jeonghan’s touch ignites your body with a burning fire, his quiet whispers of I love you heightening each of your senses. The tips of his fingers dance tenderly across your skin as you bask in his love and care like the pleasant air of the season of summer; the season of love where intimacy reaches its peak.

In the season of autumn, the vibrancy of summer had fallen slumber, and the leaves of the trees are now painted a mixture of fiery red, crisp orange, and golden yellow. The quiet pitter-patter of rain tapping against the window creates a comfortable bubble that relaxes you as you try not to focus on the empty spot directly in front of you.

You let your gaze falter out the window of cozy café, eyelids slightly heavy as you hold a cup of steaming coffee to your lips, watching as the mellow breeze rustles through the slender branches of the trees outside. The temperature was neither too cold or too warm; it was the perfect weather for your body to be enclosed by the comfortable sweater that Jeonghan had gifted you a few months back. 

Perhaps this wasn’t the best idea. You both were busy (stressed, specifically)𑁋you were reaching the limits of this internship you got accepted into and Jeonghan was busy working on pursuing his master’s degree. The hectic schedules have been dragging you away from each other. There was barely any time for the two of you to spend time together anymore. Conversations were kept brief before one had to go, time together held more periods of silence than before, and the alone time has been making you question everything. 

You both still love each other... right?

Deep inside you knew you still love him, but you can’t help but reminsce the times where you felt that sense of yearning whenever you both were alone together. When he would kiss you and the excitement would feel built up in your chest, or the way his touch would send shivers down your spine. But lately, those moments have become replaced by late-night phone calls and text messages filled with apologies for missed and forgotten dates. 

You remember the promises and dreams you both shared with each other and how the future seemed so certain for the two of you. But now, as the autumn rain continues to fall, doubts seep into your heart like the water seeping into the cracks of the sidewalk outside.

And coincidentally, your phone vibrates on the table. You hesitantly take it in your hands to read over a text sent from Jeonghan.

[hannie 🐇🤍] sorry angel, i don’t think i’ll be able to make it to our date. this study session w seungcheol and jihoon is lasting longer than i thought

You already expected it, so the outward disappointment wasn’t that noticeable. But on the inside, you feel your heart sink just a tiny bit more.

[y/n 🤍] it’s okay hannie. i’ll see you tonight then. i love you Delivered at 4:25 p.m.

He doesn’t reply, even after the few minutes that pass of you staring down at your phone. You take it as a sign that he was busy before standing up and finally leaving, arriving at your apartment with the rain gradually getting hard. 

It’s probably around eleven at night when Jeonghan arrives home. The rattling sound of keys startle you awake on the couch, but you don’t get yourself to stand up. A headache pounds in your head as you stir around in the cushions, and a quick glance at the barely empty bottle of alcohol on the tables makes you groan.

“Angel?” Jeonghan calls out for you, keeping his voice low. His tired eyes meets yours on the couch, taking in your disheveled appearance and the empty bottle on the table. “How much did you drink?”

“Not that much...” You sit yourself up on the couch, your head feeling ten times heavier than usual. 

Jeonghan sighs, placing his belongings on the kitchen counter. “This isn’t like you.”

You scoff irritatedly. “Well, what else am I supposed to do while waiting for you to come home almost every night?”

His eyes widen to your sudden shift in tone. “Y/N𑁋”

“You... You’re always out for study sessions with Seungcheol and Jihoon and come back at almost midnight,” You continue, cutting him off. “and this internship has been breathing down my neck from day to night. We barely see each other anymore; we come home at different times. It just feels like...”

Jeonghan's face tenses up.  A thickening tension surrounds the two of you and fills up the room like fog. "It just feels what, Y/N? You're not making this any easier for me. I'm doing my best to juggle my studies and us.”

You can feel the frustration penting up inside. "I know you're busy, Jeonghan, but so am I. I just... I miss us, and what we used to have, you know?”

He lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I miss it too, Y/N. But you can't expect me to magically have more time. I have to prioritise my studies and have my own life to deal with too.”

A surge of anger rises within you. "But what about prioritising us? We used to be a team, Jeonghan. Now it... it feels like we're drifting apart, and I don't know how to fix it."

This time, you notice how his face seems to soften in the slightest way. He walks over to you and places himself next to you on the couch, leaving just a bit of space between the two of you. “I can't just drop everything for you, Y/N.”

“I never said you had to.” You shake your head. There were too many things orbiting around you that it was only building up the frustation even more, on top of you being exhausted. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me𑁋”

“Angel.” Jeonghan reaches over and takes your hand in his. “Don’t feel sorry for talking about your feelings. This... it was bound to happen at some point.”

His touch never fails to calm you down, and you feel a mix of relief and vulnerability as his warm hand covers yours. You take your gaze away to hide the slightest amounts of tears welling up in your eyes, but Jeonghan rests his other hand gently on the side of your neck, guiding you to look back at him.

He gives you a soft smile, as if trying to convey his apologies through his expression, and you swear you felt something inside your stomach jump. There was that giddy feeling you remembered reminscing about. It seems like it hasn’t disappeared.

“W-What?” You stammer out, a hint of panic in your voice.

“Nothing, it’s just...” I wish I can show you how much I’m still in love with you. “Let’s talk about this tomorrow, okay? I know we’re both tired right now.”

You nod half-heartedly, already standing up, with Jeonghan right behind you. He follows closely behind, keeping a hand on the small of your back to keep you steady as the two of you walk into the bathroom together. You both get ready for bed in silence, ignoring whatever tension had been lingering in between. 

You both knew that in order to fix things, you needed to communicate together. It’s the key component to a relationship. 

As the two of you slip into bed on your separate sides, you can’t help but flip your body over to look at him. 

“Hannie?”

“Mhm?”

“Can you hold me?” You ask him, feeling the nerves hitting you. “Please?”

He doesn’t let the moment waste, and scoots himself closer until your body presses against his. He sneaks an arm around you and pulls you gently into his embrace, letting your head rest against his chest. The familiar warmth and scent of his body engulfs you, offering the comfort and love you've been yearning for. It feels like a reminder of the connection that still exists between you, even in the midst of your current struggles.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to drift away to sleep. In that same moment, the rain outside decides to finally seep into slumber as well. And just like how nature undergoes its own transformation, so does your relationship with Jeonghan. You don’t know how to define it exactly, but it felt domestic, and comforting in a way that it frightens you. But maybe this is just how it’s supposed to progress, and you just need to accept it. 

As love progresses from its vibrancy to a stage full of growth and maturity, it’s a reminder of the season of autumn; the season of love where imperfections are recognised and challenges are tackled together. 

In the season of winter, the world around seems to come to a steady halt. The seasonal colours of autumn have faded and replaced by a blanket of white snow. As you look out the window and listen to the crackles of the fireplace, you see snowflakes gently descending from the sky.

“Hot chocolate?” You turn to the source of the soft voice, beaming up at the face of Jeonghan peering down at you with an extra cup of hot chocolate in his hands.

You reach up and take it from him carefully, settling it between the tips of your fingers to wait for it to cool down. “Thank you.”

Jeonghan settles himself beside you, his presence bringing an added layer of comfort to the homey ambiance of the room. The fireplace casts a gentle glow on both of you, highlighting the softness in his eyes and the features of his face. The two of you look out the window together, watching as the white snow paints the ground below. 

“You know, I never really liked the winter,” Jeonghan confesses out of the blue, sipping out of his hot chocolate.

“Really?” You ask in a way as if he said the most abominable thing. ���Why?”

You feel him shrug helplessly from behind. “I dunno. Just never really liked the cold in general.”

“I guess that explains why you keep hogging all the blankets𑁋”

“I get cold really easily!”

"Oh, I see. So it's not that you dislike winter, it's just that you're secretly a blanket thief."

He chuckles lightly, shaking his head to your words. "I prefer to think of it as being proactive in ensuring warmth distribution."

“Whatever you say,” You turn back towards the windows, taking a sip of your hot chocolate before leaning over and placing it on the table. Jeonghan does the same. “I only let you get away with it because you’re handsome.”

There’s a momentary pause and you glance back to see that stupid yet endearingly cute smirk to his face.

You roll your eyes. “Don’t let it get to your head, I still expect my fair share of the blankets.”

Jeonghan just places a loving kiss to the back of your head, embracing an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. "My angel, I assure you that I will always make sure you’re warm.”

The term of endearment never fails to make you melt inside. Jeonghan knows the effect it has on you. He has the power to melt the iciest of hearts with just a single smile, a single deep gaze to your eyes, and a single kiss to your lips. He manages to remember all your sweet spots that make you weak, the small quirks that make you unique, and the little things that bring you joy. But he also remembers your little flaws and the small imperfections that make you who you are.

It’s at that moment you realise this is your first ever winter with him. How did time manage to go by so quickly? Together, you've embraced the beauty of spring, watching the flowers bloom and the cherry blossoms overlook the world from above. The long, lazy days of summer were filled with laughter and new profound intimacy that will forever be cherished in your hearts. And during the days of autumn, you relinquished in the crisp air and the changing foliage, finding tranquility in nature's transition and reveling the inevitable growth of your relationship with Jeonghan. 

And now you fully understand the growing desire bubbling within𑁋that maybe just maybe, you want to spend more seasons with him. The thought of experiencing countless springs, summers, autumns, and winters by his side fills your heart with an overwhelming sense of joy and anticipation.

“What’s got you smiling so hard?” Jeonghan’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

You only chuckle, cuddling yourself closer to him on the couch and placing a small kiss to his jaw.

“I just love this,” You murmur lowly, quiet enough for him to hear even if it was just the two of you alone. “Spending time with you like this. It feels like home.” You feel like home.

And maybe at that very moment as well, Jeonghan realises that you are his home too.

As he embraces you ever so closely, the air becomes still and time seems to slow down in the season of winter; the season of love where love has began to settle down and the pace of life has become steady.

[nvoirs]

okay but imagine re4remake switch!reader and dom!leon oneshot that takes place after the mission, in which you had to help leon (as his partner) from the chain mechanism he was held captive in. back home, you both get a little tipsy and you decide to unknowingly tie him up to your bed BECAUSE YOU COULDNT GET THE SCENE OUT OF YOUR MIND??!!!!?? just imagine teasing him, not letting him cum and getting him so fucking worked up that he literally BREAKS the thing you tied him with AND GOES LITERALLY FERAL????????????? HELPDASBJA (THE REST IS GIVEN)

Never would you have thought this would happen. Having your fellow agent in your home, and a bonus because he was a little tipsy. His normally pale cheeks flushed pink, warmth spread through them. Leon was a silent type of drunk and honestly you didn’t expect anymore, he had his priorities straight.

But really all you could think about was that little scene back in Spain..

You hadn't gotten any intel from Leon for almost half an hour, and honestly you were getting worried. What if Luis had betrayed him? You couldn't really trust the man, he hadn't really proven himself trustworthy yet and you still had to find Ashley Graham.

Trudging through the outside of the castle, the air smelling of dirt and gunpowder made your stomach churn in disgust. You began walking down one of the endless looking corridors into the castle, the ruby coloured carpet stained brown with collected dirt over the years.

Walking past a certain room but reversing your steps, as you caught sight of two bodies trapped in chains a large mechanic hovering above.

“Leon?” You made your way inside hurriedly, grabbing the chain but immediately let go because your intrusive thoughts had broken through.

He had been bickering with Luis, a dead ganando lay near your feet, something glistening in the left pocket.

You grabbed the key and began to make work of the lock on Leon's wrists.

“I bet you've been in situations like this before.” Luis plastered a big grin on his face staring at Leon.

You inaudibly gasped, the key slipping from your fingers. A rosy blush began creeping up your cheeks, as you kept your head down quickly picking the key back up.

“Fuck sorry.” You mumbled, pushing your hair behind your ears and eventually unlocking the lock on Leon's wrists.

“It's alright, are you good? You seemed a bit startled after Luis decided to open his big mouth.” He looked at you concerned, like you were injured like some wounded lamb.

“No honest to God I'm fine Leon, I'm just happy you didn't die on me.” You awkwardly laughed, as he patted your shoulder.

All the while Luis's eyes dragged back and forth between the two of you, wow this senorita totally knew what he meant when he commented on Leon's sex life but of course he was oblivious.

After your mission was a success, and you brought the president's daughter back home safely you invited Leon around to your place for a celebration.

It was the biggest accomplishment you guys had pulled off as agents, and people would look and whisper how did they manage that? Holy shit only two of them?

You knew Leon wasn’t a party person but you reassured him it’ll only be the two of you. When you said those words over the phone your heart soared but you momentarily smacked yourself.

So now here you and Leon were tipsy, even though he definitely said he was going to stay sober, edging his cock to release a cumload for you.

“How does that feel Leon?” You cooed, one hand on your trusty vibrator the other on Leon’s cheek squishing his flesh between your thumb and index finger.

“Wanna ha- cum you bitch.” His breathing intensified, and he whined leaning back into your plush cushions, back plastered against the wall, hands tied to the headboard with the plastic toy handcuffs that you finally got to use.

“No way, bad boys who aren’t good don’t get to cum.” You tutted as you watched in awe as more precum was spilled from his slit before pulling the vibrator completely away knowing he was on edge.

Leon was so pretty. Prettiest you’ve ever seen, and you’d boast it to him if you didn’t have alcohol swimming around in your system. His tip was a natural blushed pink, angry and drooling with precum. Lengthy and curved to the left a little, a throbbing vein ran along one side and a small freckle dotted at the top. His light hair trailed from under his belly button to the base of his cock. You wanted to feel his heavy cock on your tongue but restrained yourself because when will there be another time you see Leon Kennedy this submissive?

“Fine shit- if you won’t let me go then I will.” He began tugging on the cuffs harshly shaking the bed frame, ignoring him and slipping off your top so you were just in your bra advancing closer to Leon.

“If you're a good boy I’ll let you suck me.” Revealing your bare tits and pinching your delicate nipples yourself you moaned in front of Leon making him halt.

“C’mere.” And you listened leaning in closer so Leon could take in the full picture of your ethereal beauty.

His face was practically squished against your boobs now, sticking out his tongue and kitten-licked one of your nipples knocking the breath out of your lungs. That’s when Leon latched his wet, warm mouth straight onto your bud, tweaking and nipping the other. Lost in the loving pleasure Leon was giving your tits you hadn’t realised he’d broken his restraints as he pushed you down back pressed against the mattress.

“Mmph Leon don’t stop.” You watched him unclasping the cuffs flinging them to the side.

“Oh princess, you're in for it now” He surveyed your coy expression.

You should have been scared at those words, but the adrenaline just pumped through your veins making you excited and aroused at his curt words. He grabbed the hem of the short skirt you were wearing and pulled it up so he could take a look at your white cotton panties on full display for his eyes. So innocently cute, but he knew better that you were nothing but. He poked his nose against your clothed cunt breathing in like a pervert that had you whining feeling the pressure of him against your nose.

“You're such a filthy whore y’know that?” You just mewled in return to Leon’s chidings, as he peeled back your underwear watching your glistening cunt in awe.

“Fuck I knew you wanted me.” Placing a finger on your wetness he stroked up and down languidly, watching you for a reaction.

You jerked up when you felt his finger apply pressure to your clit, your moaning intensified “Please Leon, want you to fuck me.” You lazily mumbled drunk of your mind and just let him do as he pleased.

“Don’t think I need to prep you.” His slurred words turned your mind hazy. “You're already practically dripping.”

Inserting a finger inside your heat stretching you out, coming up to your fervent mouth and indulging the taste of you. The relish of booze permeated on both of your tongues tasting it off of each other.

“Shit Leon! Feels mmh good!” Leon liked to tease normally but not right now, he was too drunk of his mind and wanted to be inside of you as soon as possible. You cried when your orgasm washed over you grabbing your bed sheets as hard as possible twisting in Leon’s grasp. His cock was pressed against your folds as he carried on devouring you roughly lips connected like a puzzle piece, a glob of your saliva slipping down your chin and making a mess on your chest.

“M’gonna fuck you stupid I swear.” He said Pumping his cock a few times. “Get on all fours now.”

Obliging straight away, you stuck your ass in the air giving Leon a view. You heard him curse and slap your ass groping your cheeks. Letting out a squeak you turned to watch him slide into your cunt in one swift movement, the pleasure washed over the both of you as you moaned for him to go faster. Listening to your pleas he sped up the pace spreading your ass cheeks wider so he could slip inside deeper inch by inch.

“Shit your tight baby, not been fucked by someone as big as me I can see.” His smug grin said it all, but you didn’t reply you physically couldn’t trying to keep your eyes open as Leon fucked the majority of alcohol out of your system. Your tits smacking against the fabric of your duvet, as you collapsed lower from the delicious fucking happening from the other side of your body.

The smacking of the bed frame was evident in the background, definitely leaving a massive mark on your white wall but at this point you didn’t really care. Your landlord probably would but that was something you could worry about another time, because right now you were getting the best sex of your life by none other than your very hot agent partner. He was so deep in your guts, when you realised you gasped a little from the penetration.

His eager fucking had you tumbling over the edge and before you knew it you were cumming tight around his cock. Your little whines made him slow his pace groaning about your pussy being the best thing he’s fucked, before he pulled out and cummed on the small of your back.

“You did so good, the best pussy I’ve had in a while and I’m still drunk but I was wondering.. do you want to go get dinner with me?”

No response from you had Leon worried, did you believe this was a mistake? You were half drunk after all, but he crawled over to your collapsed posture and could hear your soft breathing, you’d fallen asleep. Relaxing his shoulders Leon smiled, maybe dinner could wait.

[thedeathdeelers]

Sol's face when sun jae proposes to her might be my favorite scene of this episode, she was so incredibly moved and in such awe that tears started immediately flowing and she couldn't speak for a while like wow and then she was so happy and just those few moments said so much about how madly in love she is with him it made me cry.

oh my GOD anon sorry i just finished watching it so ive been avoiding this ask til then but omg omgomf omg omg

Everything about that scene was a cinematic masterpiece.

the dream like ethereal lighting, the petals and the colours and the trees

both sunjae and sol having white in their outfits

the way it felt so natural- sunjae suggesting they make a wish like they did in one of their previous timelines

the way he recreated that moment- catching not one but multiple petals in the palms of their hands.

the way it was genuinely a surprise to sol- i literally gasped— the way she didn’t realise!!! until she asked him what his wish was and he was very obviously being nervous and shifty about his answer- until she looked back at her hands and!! AND!!!

her entire world shifted and stopped and it was just her and sunjae and that ring. the expression on her face her eyes and the heads- that’s a culmination of all the hardships theyve had to deal with throughout their lifetimes

it was relief and love and indescribably joy and maybe a hint of disbelief that this is their life now

it’s so much. it’s so so so much. and the most beautiful thing ever

UGH ANON I CANT IM HAVING A MENTAL BREAK-DOWN

[edwinspaynes]

you are so right on sjm, also the people I disagree most with in fandoms (not sjm books ones) are people who are die hard fans of her, we have extremely different visions to what are good romances

Yeah. I do have a lot of issues with her work. I can't speak on Crescent City because I haven't read it, but I have read all of the ToG books besides the last one and I have read all of the ACOTAR books besides the Nesta one (that I will one day read because I actually like Nesta and Nesta only).

Rhysand and Rowan are just such awful men, and even if Feyre is a cardboard cutout, she Does Not Deserve that. Idk, it's the physical abuse and maniuplation and rape glorification that did it for me :)

I also hate how every character of colour meets a violent fate. Mor is also probably the most genuinely awful queer rep I have ever seen and is just a direct product of criticism that SJM has no diversity. She, like, panicked and randomly made her a lesbian.

Both ToG and ACOTAR also have weird plot shifts for no reason? Especially ToG. If you read the first 2 books of ToG, they're literally not in the same genre as the subsequent books in the series. The first two books actually have a pretty interesting plot with the assassin Celaena. Then SJM was like, "yeah I'm gonna throw it out and write porn about Celaena, who is now Aelin and has a new personality, and her "mate" Rowan who sucks." It's kind of crazy that this is a professionally-published author. Also, her writing style is a whatthefuck. It's so flowery and clunky all at once.

Also CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE SCENE IN ACOFAS WHERE RHYS COMES UNCONTROLLABLY TO THE THOUGHT OF HIS UNBORN BABY? Because EW

And that's not even to get started on SJM herself.

The extreme Zionism! Israel is a beautiful and magical land? Kay!

The way she has a pattern of picking up other, lesser-known YA fantasy authors as friends, getting jealous of them, and trying to sabotage them? Like Susan Dennard and Alexandra Bracken? Insane!

Her winking at a thirteen-year-old at a signing in front of her parents because she was wearing an "it's all about the wingspan" shirt? Wow!

Throwing out fan letters at a fan event where the fans can see them in the bin? What the fuck! Throw them out later!

The way that she consistently publishes E-rated pornography despite knowing her books are classified as YA and being read by said 13-year-olds? I understand being boxed into YA, but please at least try to be responsible. Keep the sex scenes non-anatomical. Or at least minimal.

All of these things are Googleable btw I'm not going to go meticulously seek out sources I have work to do.

Also tagging @gabilina because she asked why I don't like her!

[wigglermansblog]

Transformer OC

A/n : I can't help it but these Transformers OCs suddenly manifest themselves in my brain lmao. I can't help but to write their personalities down.

1) 'King' Howler ( he/him )

- The sidekick

- The 'normal' one of the group.

- Germophobic

( Alt mode : Black n Copper coloured Mustang )

2) Scrap-face ( he/him )

- Creepy looking

- Makes weapons out of scraps

- Actually a really nice guy, that somehow got into the wrong group.

( Alt mode : Military Land cruiser )

3) Punk Hazard ( he/him )

- The 'Mad Scientist'

- Prideful but cowardly.

- Terrible liar.

( Alt mode : Helicopter )

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A/n : I want to add these guys in my upcoming Transformer Fallen! Reader fic and they will be (Y/n) loyal followers. Howler would have the most appearance in the chapters since he's (Y/n) first follower.

Below are random scenes with incorrect quote generator.

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Punk Hazard: Why am I not the protagonist of an amazing story…?

Howler : You are, though - it’s called “your life.”

Punk Hazard: Shut the fuck up, I wanna struggle fighting demons not struggle with getting out of bed every day.

Howler : But those are your demons.

Punk Hazard: ...

Punk Hazard: I am hereby naming you as the antagonist and now it is my sole job to find you and hit you in the face with a chair for that bitch-ass comment you just made.

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Punk Hazard: Met a dumbass today. Awful.

(Y/n): You looked in a mirror?

Punk Hazard: Someday you will have to answer for your actions and god may not be so merciful.

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*at a zoo*

(Y/n): What are they in for?

Howler : (Y/n), this isn't prison.

(Y/n): So they can leave?

Howler : No, but-

(Y/n), pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

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(Y/n): I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at bots! *throws a huge ass rock at a random Autobot/Decepticon*

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Howler: Where’s (Y/n)?

Scrapface: Around.

Howler: Around?

Howler: You don’t have any idea, do you?

(Y/n), dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?

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Howler : Why would you do that?

Scrapface : Because I feel guilty :'(

(Y/n): Guilt is a trick emotion. It’s put there by your parents to stop you from doing things that feel good. *glares at Alpha Trion*

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Punk Hazard , setting down a card: Ace of spades.

Scrapface, pulling out an Uno card: +4.

(Y/n), pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

Howler, trembling: What are we playing?!

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Howler : Did it hurt when you fell-

(Y/n): From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt~

Howler : No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

(Y/n): ...

Howler : You just laid there for 15 minutes.

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Punk Hazard: I haven't slept in seventy-three hours.

Scrapface: Eighty. Democratically elected leader of insomnia.

(Y/n): Bitch, it's been ninety for me. I'm going for an even one hundred.

Howler : You guys are fucking terrifying.

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(Y/n) : Hey Howler~, can you give me the opposite of these words?

(Y/n) : Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down.

Howler : Never, Going, To, Give, You-

Howler, narrow optics at (Y/n) : Hey.....

- end -

[romancingdaffodils]

Pictures and portraits

ARTIST!WILBUR U MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME I AM UR BIGGEST FAN

sort of out of character wilbur but it’s okaayyyyy

AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

they r gonna be so cute just u wait JUST U WAIT.

NAMED BY JADE !!!!!

2.1k words let’s go raahhhh

Wilbur was perched on the edge of a bench. Leaning forward, tilting his head and moving his legs, he was trying to get the perfect angle. A new painting. A gorgeous willow tree hunched over a deep green pond, the long hair like branches tickling the surface of the water. His sketch was going okay, it was the first time he had experienced true motivation in months. All was well until an oblivious passer by stopped right in front of him. He groaned, not loud enough for you to hear, but loud enough to voice his own frustration. However, what he hadn’t realised was the depth you added to his new piece. A person, who he had to admit looked very sweet, stood examining the same beauty he had seen. He was no longer angry. He began rapidly sketching, it wasn’t quite right to draw a stranger. However, he pushed that to the back of his mind; he’d go over and ask you once he’d finished this. He didn’t need to move, you simply came to him after about 20 minutes. Unaware of his plan, you strolled over the bench to check the pictures you had taken. Nodding at Wilbur, you silently asked ‘am i alright to sit here’. He nodded in return, allowing you to do whatever before he spoke. Quickly, you checked the pictures you had taken. A few had been on a disposable and the rest on your actual camera. Deleting any that weren’t from the right angle, you looked over to Wilbur as you heard him clear your throat.

“Photography?” he said, looking back at you. He gave you a small smile, but he was still trying to figure out how to ask if it was okay he had included you in his art.

“Yeah! You’re an artist?” you replied, gesturing to the pad in his hand. You returned his smile, turning your whole body to face him as you spoke.

“That’s right. Actually, you stepped in just as I was sketching. I hope you don’t mind.” Wilbur quickly turned around the pad as he spoke, revealing the sketch. It was so gorgeous. You looked beautiful, the rough pencil drawing had complimented you more than any camera. You were stood in the centre of the drawing, he had captured you at a 3/4 angle. The disposable camera was visible in your hand, and some how he had managed to enhance your feature’s charm by 1000. Not to mention the immense detail in the background, how perfectly he had captured the scene. You were in complete awe. How could one person have such talent?

“I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all, it’s gorgeous.” you continued to stare at the piece, your eyes only left to look up at Wilbur. “Oh, I don’t know your name. I’m y/n, wow. I cant believe you, like, made that. It’s so pretty, you made me so pretty.” you added, going off on a slight tangent after introducing yourself. You couldn’t help it, the sketch was just too incredible.

“I’m glad you like it.” he responded, his eyes not leaving your bewitched face. “Wilbur,” letting out a soft laugh, he looked down at the pad. He wasn’t sure what had you so hooked, but he was glad. It was good. You had made it so much better.

“Wilbur is a nice name. Are you going to paint it? Or?” you said, finally drawing your attention away from his art. You looked at him, giving him a big smile.

He couldn’t help but return the smile, looking down at you. “Thank you. Yeah, I’m going to paint it. Actually, I’d quite like to take it home. Would you mind, giving me your number or something? I can show you progress. I mean, only if you want to. Maybe so you could send me the pictures you took, so I can get the colouring right. Again, only if you want to.” he was a little proud of his cover up, he just really, really wanted your number.

You had practically started glowing as you reached down for your phone, you showed him your number. “I don’t know it off by heart, sorry.” you said, laughing slightly “And, of course I’ll send over the pictures. I’d be happy to help, you’re so talented.”

He nodded his head, in an attempt to distract himself from your constant compliments. He also retrieved his own phone from his pocket, he typed in your number and sending a quick text to check he had it right. The notification popped up and he smiled, content with successfully having your number. You had returned to admiring the art, eyes flicking between him and the sketch pad.

“You like it that much, huh?” Wil said, tilting his head as he kept looking at you. He couldn’t understand why someone liked his work so much, not that he was complaining.

“You make everything seem so irresistible. You see the world beautifully. How are you able to: capture everything through drawing it’s so incredible?” you sit back after subconsciously leaning closer to get a better look at this piece, and Wilbur. You wouldn’t admit that though.

“I’m not sure, if I’m being quite honest. I’ve been struggling for motivation recently, hated everything I painted, and sketched. So, thank you, for walking into my view because I don’t think I could ever hate this one. Even if I royally fucked it up.” he watched you move back; he sat the sketchbook back in his lap. His eyes flicked around the view he originally had, making sure everything was perfect in his sketch. You almost scream, he doesn’t hate it because you’re there. “Well, I think it’s perfect. Especially the background, you must’ve been here for hours.” you replied, looking back at your camera. Not the disposable, the professional camera you’d spent your life’s savings on. You pick out the best of the pictures and turn to show Wilbur, “How’s this?” you asked, looking over at him.

“Perfect. Thank you. Would you like to go for a walk? I need to stretch my legs. I have been here for hours.” he offered, placing all of his equipment into his bag.

“Yeah, sure.” you replied, pulling your camera over your head and the disposable into your pocket. Your phone was safely tucked in your other pocket, your phone that now had Wilbur’s number saved in it.

He stood up, then offered out his hand to help you stand. He felt a bit stupid, but kept his hand out. You took it as you stood. You looked at him, looked up at him. “Christ, you’re tall.” you laughed lightly as you spoke, shaking your head.

“I get that a lot. 6’6” he said, smiling down at you. He started to walk, his steps far bigger than your own. You picked up the pace to keep up with him, though you didn’t really mind.

“6’6, jesus christ. Sorry. You must get this all the time.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. You’re a photographer? What else do you photograph?” he responded, turning the conversation in a different direction. He craved your voice; he wanted to know you. Slowing down to match your pace, he thought about the way you had complimented his work before. Phrased so beautifully. So genuine. It brought a soft smile to his face.

“I, I work for the newspaper. I go round, and I take pictures whenever I’m wanted. Sometimes I do photoshoots for others - like weddings and stuff, they pay decently. But, I like to take pictures of things I think are pretty. Let me know if you ever want a photoshoot done.” you said, smiling back up at him. Anyone would’ve thought you were a couple, everything felt so natural. You had a feeling Wil would be one of those people you instantly clicked with and would never ever let go. To be honest, from the forty minutes of knowing him, you didn’t want to let go. You’d put across a bit of light flirting, where was the harm. You were semi sure he wouldn’t confront you about it, you were wrong.

“So you think I’m pretty, y/n?” he quipped, his smile had turned into a smirk. He raised his eyebrows at you, waiting for your response.

“Um, uh. I-“ you started, quickly being cut off by his soft laughter. “You’re a cunt!” you complained, this caused him keel over with laughter as he kept walking. He shook his head.

“Y��face was a picture. Maybe I’ll paint it.” he joked, turning back to you after his fit of laughter. “If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re quite pretty too.” he added, eyes boring into the side of your skull.

You were sure you could die in that moment.

“Do you sell your artwork?” you asked, trying to deter the conversation away from the situation. He smiled; he knew exactly what you were doing, but decided he’d go along with it.

“Yeah, I have a little group I’m in. We set up exhibitions, and sell our art. It’s more like a club, we meet up every Wednesday to share our current artwork.” he said, tearing his eyes away from you and looking ahead. He’d probably crash into something if he stared for too long.

“That’s a really cool idea. You make much money?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, I’m kidding. Depends who’s buying, sometimes we bring in a lot. Sometimes we don’t.”

You nodded as he spoke, you understood that. You continued to walk down the gravel path through the park, talking about anything that came to mind. You dreaded the walk coming to an end.

It had been two hours since you met Wilbur, and you were developing the largest crush you’d had since seeing Damon Albarn in the 90s. Your worst fear became a reality, the walk ended. You were stood at the gate to the park, a foot between you. Wil smiled. You smiled.

“It was lovely to meet you, y/n. Can I see you again, tomorrow maybe?” he asked, covering his nerves the best he could. You didn’t notice the way he brushed his knuckles against the palm of his hand. You did notice the little shake in his voice.

“I’d love that. Where do you want to go?” you questioned further, a permanent smile plastered on your face.

“There’s a lovely cafe, not too far away from here. I’ll message you the address. But, is 3 good with you?”

“3 is perfect. I can’t wait.” you said, still beaming up at him. He couldn’t help but return it.

“You’re going to ruin me.” he mumbled to himself, you barely heard it. You tilted your head, obviously confused. He then spoke again, “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Bye y/n.”

“Bye Wilbur.”

Neither of you moved, this caused a cacophony of laughter. You pointed and said, “I’m going that way.”

“Let me walk you home.” he replied, he decided he should’ve offered that in the first place.

“Oh, no, it’s okay. You don���t have t-“ you were cut off by him beginning to walk the way you had pointed. You ran a bit to catch up to him, shaking your head. “Rude.” you said, looking up at him.

“Sorry, dove, I won’t walk you home next time. Let you get eaten by a cannibal?” he responded, placing his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah? Where’s this cannibal? I’ll fight him off myself.”

“He’s right next to you.” he said, sarcastically.

You feigned shock and placed the back of your hand to your forehead, gasping. “Noo! Please!!!! Don’t eat me?! Where’s my knight in shining armour?! I am but a fair maiden in need of rescue!”

He laughed, you laughed.

“I lied. I won’t eat you. Not yet, anyway.”

“I’m glad to hear that, I’ll be on the look out for being eaten though.”

“Probably for the best.” he said, watching as you turned a corner. He was walking on the outside of the pavement, closest to the road. He felt like a gentleman.

“I hope you’re not going to stalk me now you know where I live.” you said, jokingly. You were admiring him and it was a little obvious, you didn’t mind though.

“No promises.” he joked back, readjusting the straps of his backpack.

“Do you even live anywhere near here?” you asked, turning another corner as you spoke.

“Yeah, not too far.” he wasn’t lying but he wasn’t exactly telling the truth either, it was about a 40 minute walk from where you were walking now. Fortunately, you had made it to your building.

“This is me.” you said, looking up at him as you stood on the step.

“Flat?”

“Yeah. Everything’s way expensive here.”

“Tell me about it.”

“So I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow. Good bye y/n.”

“Good bye Wilbur.” you said, waving him off. He waved back before strolling away. You sprinted up to your flat and immediately collapsed on the couch, screaming into a pillow. You had never been so happy.

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Prime Encounter

This scene was co-written with @mcgamejolter. The scene is also based on this animation by DedGrafic.

During Cosmic Discoveries, OMT!Tails was thrown into the Prime Sonic universe by Lost Memory Sonic and knocked out from the impact. A few moments later, Sonic Prime/Modern Sonic showed up, seeing the alternate version of his best bud lying on the floor.

Modern Sonic: Huh? What's up with the blue shoes? Yo, Tails!

As he knelt down to have a closer look, another portal opened behind him, prompting him to leap out of the way as LM!Sonic showed up.

LM!Sonic: Urgh... You could've just stayed out of my business, Prower, and you managed to screw up even THAT.

He held OMT!Tails up by his ankle.

LM!Sonic: You should never have become the hero of your world. You're a mistake, child.

OMT!Tails (in a daze): Uh... Mom, I don't wanna go to school today... I've got a headache...

LM!Sonic: You're an abomination, a danger to others AND to yourself.

On cue, Sonic Prime sped right through him, moving OMT!Tails to a safe position before going back to confront his alternate self.

Sonic Prime: Hey, man. If you're part of Eggman's new army of creepy eyes, you'd better hit the hay if you know what's-!

LM!Sonic promptly bashed him out of the way.

LM!Sonic: SILENCE!

Once Sonic Prime impacted with a tree, his hands were quickly restrained via energy spheres.

LM!Sonic: To think you're the "Prime" version of myself. Disgusting... You once fragmented this reality, creating wars between dimensions and threatening thousands of lives. There's not much difference between you and this two-tailed freak; you're both ticking time bombs that could wreak havoc on reality.

Sonic Prime: Oh, brother. I found someone even grumpier than Shadow. Hey, what's up with you beefing about the whole Shatterverse incident that happened a while ago?!

Shadow Prime arrived on the scene.

Shadow Prime: Well, to be fair, he's right.

Sonic Prime: Hey, wow!

Shadow Prime (to LM!Sonic): However, that still doesn't justify why you've come here. So I suggest you leave now!

LM!Sonic glared at Shadow Prime hatefully, seeing ANY Shadow being his big berserk button.

LM!Sonic: Get out of my way! That sorry excuse of a sidekick is coming with me!

Shadow Prime: So it's the kid you want, huh?

Sonic Prime: Hey, now. I don't want another Nine situation, so I hope you're not thinking about giving Tails to red eyes over there-!

Right then and there, Shadow Prime charged at LM!Sonic as they engaged in combat.

Sonic Prime (genuinely surprised): Huh. I'm... I'm actually surprised.

As the fight went on, OMT!Tails wearily woke up, noticing Sonic Prime restrained.

OMT!Tails: Oh? Hang on! I'll get you down from there.

He disabled the spheres, letting Sonic come back down to terra-firma.

Sonic Prime: Thanks, dude! So... alternate universes... Tell me about it.

OMT!Tails: You know, I remember seeing you a few months back. Weren't you being chased by that robot that wanted the Paradox Prism?

Sonic Prime: Metal X? Yeah, that would be me.

OMT!Tails gasped in awe, his thoughts ultimately confirmed.

OMT!Tails: So you ARE Prime Sonic!

Sonic Prime: The one and only! Fastest thing alive with no-one to serve except the wind that flows free! What more can I ask for than the freedom to go wherever I want! Well... Except, it's clean-up duty again. Someone's gotta fix the mess Baldy McNosehair did.

OMT!Tails: Heh, figures. So, will Shadow be alright trying to fight off that psychopath on his own?

Sonic Prime: Shadow? Oh, please! He's fought a giant lizard and an alien god trying to destroy humanity. What else could some edgy-looking version of myself possibly do?

OMT!Tails: I mean, there's all sorts of variations of you out there, several of which have got this huge Society aiming to keep the wider multiverse safe!

Sonic Prime: So I've heard. I gotta admit, it's really weird seeing hedgehogs that look like me but with different-coloured fur across those multiversal stretches. Speaking of that... is it me, or was that a version of Nine I saw the other day?

OMT!Tails: It sure was!

Sonic Prime: So, where do you plan to go from here? Besides obviously running from that psycho.

OMT!Tails: Well, I've still got some more work to be doing with my own multiversal team once I get moving again.

On cue, LM!Sonic was kicked close to the two.

LM!Sonic: H-How is he so strong...?! This isn't fair! He should've fallen by now!

And fittingly, Shadow Prime kicked him right in the face.

Shadow Prime: Leave now, freak, unless you want me to kick your ass a second time.

Sonic Prime: (to Shadow) Nice work, Shadow! (to OMT!Tails) See? Told ya he could beat him no problem!

OMT!Tails: Heh, sweet!

LM!Sonic got up, frustrated.

LM!Sonic: You weren't even giving it your all! Urgh, Maria would be so ashamed of-.

OMT!Tails: Woah woah woah WOAH! Haven't you even researched the golden rule related to Shadows?

LM!Sonic: Enlighten me, "genius".

OMT!Tails: Do. NOT. Mention. Maria. Out loud. When Shadow is in proximity!

Shadow Prime cracked his knuckles, not at all chuffed with this version of Sonic speaking foul of Maria.

Shadow Prime: So unless you're looking for a death wish, leave our world... and never come back!

LM!Sonic: Fine, then! (to OMT!Tails) But this isn't over, fox! I'll get you yet!

LM!Sonic made his retreat through another portal.

Sonic Prime: Aaaand we'll never see him again.

Shadow Prime: You'd better get back to wherever you came from, Tails. We're not looking to get involved in whatever situation this is.

OMT!Tails: Yeah, that's a good call.

OMT!Tails prepared to leave.

OMT!Tails: Oh, yeah. Before I go, if it at least helps you feel a little better, Shadow, there's always at least one universe where she's alright. Well, see you both around!

OMT!Tails left, Shadow Prime being left to process Tails's words.

Shadow Prime: You know... I prefer him over Nine any day.

Sonic Prime: Oh, come on! Nine wasn't that bad either!

The two began running off.

Shadow Prime: Yeah, but at least this Tails didn't try to kill us.

Sonic Prime: Uuurgh! You're never gonna live that down, are you?

Shadow Prime: Nope.

Sonic Prime: You know what? I shouldn't have asked.

[sebdoesthings]

Cuter Than He Was [The Summer Hikaru Died fanfic]

Characters: 'Hikaru' Indou, Yoshiki Tsujinaka, Asako, Maki, Yuuki Themes: missing scene, slice of life, school setting, thwarted attempts at bullying Words: 469

Summary: Yoshiki didn't think he'd see much of those cat hair clips again. Until 'Hikaru' comes to school with one.

***Proshippers do not read or interact***

Cuter Than He Was

Yoshiki almost choked on his own spit when he looked over at ‘Hikaru’. It was a small detail, but it stared at him glaringly – literally. There, attached to the strap of his cross-body bag, right above the heart that so seldom beat, was the little cat-shaped hair clip he’d given Yoshiki a while ago, and which Yoshiki had snuck into his hair.

“Why’re ya wearing that?” Yoshiki asked. Around them, the room filled with their classmates, and Yoshiki could hear the girls giggling and the boys snickering.

“Cause I’ll be the cutest boy in school,” ‘Hikaru’ said, throwing up a peace sign with a grin.

The snickering grew louder, and some of the boys shoved at each other. One of them pushed to the front and smirked at ‘Hikaru’. “Nice accessory, Hikaru-chan,” he said, drawing each word out laughably.

Yoshiki felt his face start to burn.

From across the room, a projectile hit the boy who’d spoken – an eraser that bounced off his head and onto the floor – and Asako stormed at him, grabbing his shirt. The two descended into a scuffle that was swallowed up by the crowd. Yuuki and Maki dove in after them, trying to separate them before the teacher would show up.

“See, they’ll make fun o’ ya if ya wear stuff like that,” Yoshiki mumbled.

“I don’t care what they think,” ‘Hikaru’ said with a shrug. He leaned in, braced on Yoshiki’s desk. “So, d’ya like it?”

Yoshiki averted his eyes. “It’s for children.”

“Aw, c’mon. Ya should wear yours too so we can match.”

Eyes wide, Yoshiki gaped at ‘Hikaru’, making him laugh.

“Kidding, kidding. Heh...”

“Hikaru!”

The crowd had dissipated, and Asako came bounding up to Yoshiki’s desk, trailed by Yuuki and Maki.

“Sorry they’re bein’ idiots,” she said, patting down her dishevelled hair. She fumbled with it for a moment, and away came the delicate turquoise hair clip she wore every day. “Here, look. It’ll look pretty with the other one.”

“Huh?” Maki said as he watched Asako reach out and pin the clip to ‘Hikaru’s bag.

“Wow, tha—”

“Ya can have mine too,” Yuuki said, holding her clip out for Hikaru to take.

“Aw, but won’t ya miss them?”

“We’ve got tons,” Asako said. “They came in a big set. We split them, pink for her, blue for me.”

Smiling, ‘Hikaru’ took Yuuki’s clip and put it above the cat.

“Hey, no fair!” Maki said, and Asako turned to slap his buzzed head.

“I���ll glue something to ya so you can match!”

All protests and laughter were quelled when teacher Hara walked in. Everyone scrambled to their seats, and Yoshiki looked over at ‘Hikaru’, now proudly displaying three colourful clips on the bag hanging off his chair. He caught Yoshiki staring and gave him a grin and a thumbs-up.

[t0ast-ghost]

S2 episode 23 (The Omega Glory)… I’ve been on the internet too long to read that fucking title.

Anyway:

- Immediate Sulu content is a good sign

- damn having that redshirt beam over with them is basically an execution

- THEY GOT TURNED TO SALT?!?

- I shouldn’t skip the opening more often. Deep Space Nine instilled bad habits

- The colours are so dulled this episode

- Kirk looking at all the empty shirts on the bridge (specifically blue) like that could be Spock or McCoy

- I get to have a little laugh at how they look just standing while being transported. Imagine getting transported mid sneeze, like a bad picture but you’re face is just frozen like that for a bit

- What is happening, why am I watching a beheading? Star Trek?

- “We’re never leaving this planet” wait for the end of this episode, when Kirk, helped by his boyfriends (McCoy and Spock) somehow defies the laws of nature

- “It seems impossible, a star captains most solemn oath is that he will give his life, even his entire crew, rather than violate the prime directive.” First of all, there’s no way Kirk hasn’t broken the prime directive. Second, Kirk would not fucking sacrifice his crew. Like ever. Third, Kirk says Prime Directive

- Smooth

- DANG! They killed the redshirt so suddenly and unnecessarily

- Kirk deliberately steps in front of Spock and McCoy to protect them from the potential phaser fire. Tracy then walks around for a clear shot of them anyway but if you watch the scene Kirk continues going in front of them a bit

- SULU IN CHARGE OF THE ENTERPRISE YEAH

- Even tied up, faced down, and presumed unconscious, Kirk can fight a bitch

- Kirk’s ass in the fight scene with Tracy is insanely highlighted

- Spock looks so worried for Jim when he gets put in with the Yangs

- The change in sound here is crazy

- McCoy trying to be sneaky. Foiled.

- “No point in repeating that it’s illogical, Spock. I’m quite aware of it.” Spock can’t help him with words here :((

- “Pity you can’t teach me that [nerve pinch].” “I have tried, Captain.” KISSALREADY

- McCoy is so focused on his task he doesn’t even consider eating. Relatable.

- “Keep talking, don’t let me doze off.” I do not think Spock’s voice is the best to keep one awake. It’s so soothing.

- Spock is so worried when Kirk stops speaking to him (he got knocked out), his panic levels are through the roof

- Kirk is ultra concussed rn

- McCoy isn’t even surprised to see them (Kirk and Spock), he knew they’d fuck around and find him

- Wow! This guy’s awful!

- Kirk hit his breaking point when Spock got injured

- Threatening Spock and McCoy is TOO FAR… also killing thousands

- The fucking click of the

- I lost the plot. Why is the American flag here?

- WHY DOES KIRK KNOW THE PLEDGE?!? Also funny that Shatner (he’s Canadian) had to learn that

- It’s funny when people are like “Spock is super tall.” Which is true but McCoy isn’t that much shorter

- Spock has a heart! Leave him alone! (McCoy is on my side here)

- “If we should kill the good, the evil would be among us.” I’m not even gonna say it

- Spock’s facial expressions in this one are gold

- “Spock, I found that evil usually triumphs, unless good is very, very careful.” McCoy can only hope his idiot boyfriend doesn’t get stabbed

- I would be the, “Spock, we’ve got to do something!” To your, “I am open to suggestions, Doctor.”

- James “don’t break the prime directive” Kirk breaking the prime directive

- Spock was fucking dying, where’s that go?

What

Masterpost

Episode written by Gene Roddenberry

[koreandragon]

omg pine i also rewatched vincenzo recently and i noticed something rlly cool this time around, made me appreciate KHW's directing even more and you gotta know about bc idk if anyones ever talked about it. the entire show is shot in this distinct color palette and weve seen many shows use a certain palette in the directing (like the super vibrant hues in hdl) but i love what KHW did here. if u pay attention, so many shots, like almost the entire show uses cold blue tone and warm orange/golden/yellow tones in contrast, esp in indoor scenes. i always associated the show in general with blue and golden-ish colors but my mind is kinda blown now lol. if u know a bit about color theory these are at the exact opposite from each other on the wheel! KHW is using complementary color shemes. it also reminds me of the flame of a lighter, cold blue and warm golden light. vincenzo is starts out as a rather cold character but he finds warmth in life throughout the series as he meets the characters. COINCIDENCE??? I THINK NAWT😭😭😭

i definitely noticed the colour scheme because i made tons of gifs of the show but wow i never thought about it like that!!!! that is soooo cool my girl kim hee won always coming in clutch

i'm really just in awe of the directing this time around as well. not only because the cinematography is gorgeous but around the comedic scenes too? she lets the jokes breathe or these amazing character actors do their thing and the jokes land so much better idk how to explain it.

thank you for bringing this to my attention, this is so cool

[cupcakesmoothie]

Fanart of The Underwater Scene from @psychopomp-enthusiast's To Mourn The Living!

What if that "unnamed" expression on MC's face was awe? Surprise? At the tender look he doesn't know he's capable of giving as he takes in the view in front of him. What if he was so caught up in the beauty he saw that he didn't realise his own. What if I went insane. POV characters describing things in too much detail because they're SIMPS my beloved.

I might have spent like 12 hours total on this oh my god what the fuck. Anyway.

Did you know that Photoshop has a gradient feature? And also that Blade has a reference sheet? I didn't until I had to figure out how to draw this

I don't do fanart very often because well what if it's not good enough but nothing will ever be good enough and to be honest I really enjoyed drawing this actually! Look at the crab. MVP tbh

This is also lowkey the first time I've done highlights. I just loooove the way they did Argenti's. Like look at it. Wow! Amazing design. I still think I did it a bit weird (Just don't look at Blade too hard) but I kinda like that MC's highlights are a bit like shooting stars hehe. I think it's cute

I didn't want the swimsuit to be flat colour, so scales again! Also the Xianzhou canonically has native seahorses, so! I just felt like adding that learned fact here

Blade's shirt is very intentionally similar to his usual outfit. In the fanfic it's mentioned that he wears basically the same thing everyday, voluntarily, and TMTL is about respecting his wishes, so (I'm mostly joking).

I feel like I should've made things more reflective to get what Blade was describing, but I'm not sure how else to do that :(

(To the author: Can I post this to my Instagram and should I tag you?)

[haydenigmatic]

How would the ros react if let's say they are irritated by something and the mc sees that and takes them for a ride with their dragon to take their mind of it.

The view being this

Wow, I really loved this ask, and the image omg, what a view for the RO's.

So here's the RO's reaction:

A: As the MC extends this unexpected gesture of care and distraction, Aurelia/n's brows furrow in confusion at first. However, as they ascend into the sky on the back of the magnificent dragon, a spark of surprise lights up their eyes. The initial irritation begins to dissipate, replaced by a growing sense of awe and anticipation.

As the dragon soars through the air, Aurelia/n's grip tightens instinctively, partly from a sense of exhilaration and partly from the need to ground themselves. They allow themselves to be carried away, their attention shifting from the cause of their irritation to the breathtaking beauty of their surroundings.

When the dragon reaches a vantage point that offers a spectacular view of the sunset, Aurelia/n's breath catches in their throat. The vivid hues of orange, pink, and purple stretch across the horizon, painting a mesmerizing picture. A sense of tranquillity washes over them as they take in the awe-inspiring sight.

DA: Initially, Damon might resist the idea, his irritation still lingering. He may try to maintain his composure and insist that he doesn't need distractions. However, the MC's persistence and genuine concern would eventually break through his defences, and he would reluctantly agree to join them on the dragon ride.

As they soar through the skies, Damon's irritation begins to fade away. The rush of the wind, the exhilaration of the flight, and the sight of the world from a new perspective gradually calm his troubled mind. He finds solace in the freedom and serenity that the dragon ride offers.

When they reach a vantage point to witness a mesmerizing sunset, perched atop the dragon, Damon's gaze is captured by the breathtaking beauty before him. The vibrant hues painting the sky, the tranquil atmosphere, and the sheer grandeur of the moment leave him momentarily speechless.

DO: As they soar through the sky on the dragon's back, witnessing the breathtaking view of the mesmerizing sunset, Doria/Dorian's cynicism and guarded nature momentarily melt away. They become captivated by the beauty of the scene, their eyes widening in awe as vibrant colours paint the horizon. The serene moment brings a rare sense of peace to their troubled mind, allowing them to temporarily forget their worries and immerse themselves in the magical experience.

H: As the wind rushes through his hair and the dragon soars through the sky, Hanniel would feel a sense of exhilaration and freedom. The distraction of the dragon ride would whisk him away from his troubles, allowing him to momentarily forget about his irritations and immerse himself in the adventure.

When the MC leads him to a vantage point where they can witness a mesmerizing sunset, Hanniel's reaction would be awe-inspired. The vibrant hues of the setting sun casting a warm glow across the horizon would captivate his senses. He would be overcome by the sheer beauty and tranquillity of the moment.

J: Jasira's irritation would gradually fade away. The rush of the wind and the breathtaking views from high above would captivate her, lifting her spirits and allowing her to temporarily let go of her concerns.

When the dragon brings them to a vantage point to witness a mesmerizing sunset, Jasira's reaction would be one of awe and wonder. The vibrant colours of the sky, the tranquillity of the moment, and the feeling of being so close to the heavens would stir something deep within her.

She would be completely taken in by the beauty before her, allowing herself a rare moment of vulnerability and serenity. Jasira's usually strong and fiery demeanour would soften as she immerses herself in the enchanting spectacle, finding solace and peace in the grandeur of nature.

N: As they soar through the sky on the back of the dragon, Nesrin's irritation would slowly melt away. The rush of wind against her face and the breathtaking view from above would captivate her attention, shifting her focus away from her concerns. Nesrin's typically composed demeanour would give way to a sense of awe and wonder, as she appreciates the magnitude of the experience and the beauty surrounding her.

When the dragon takes them to a spot where they can witness a mesmerizing sunset, Nesrin would be utterly enchanted. The vivid colours painting the sky, the interplay of light and shadow, and the serene atmosphere would evoke a deep sense of tranquillity within her. In this moment, Nesrin would find solace and a respite from her worries, fully immersed in the breathtaking spectacle before her.

O: As they soar through the sky on the back of the majestic dragon, Odette's initial irritation begins to dissipate, replaced by a growing sense of awe and wonder. The wind rushing through her hair and the breathtaking views beneath them start to ease the tension in her shoulders. A soft smile graces her lips as she becomes immersed in the enchanting scenery.

But it is when the dragon reaches a higher altitude, and they witness the sun setting on the horizon, that Odette's breath catches in her throat. The sky transforms into a tapestry of warm hues, casting a golden glow that reflects in her eyes. Momentarily taking her troubles away.

S: Sorin might be a bit resistant to the idea of going on a dragon ride, still carrying the weight of her irritation. However, as the MC insists and their genuine concern shines through, she relents, realizing that this could be a welcome distraction from her troubles.

As they soar through the sky on the dragon's back, Sorin's initial irritation starts to melt away. The wind whips through her hair, and a sense of freedom and exhilaration washes over her. With each passing moment, she begins to feel lighter, her troubles slowly fading into the distance.

As they reach a higher altitude, the dragon's wings spread wide, carrying them toward a breathtaking sunset. Sorin's eyes widen in awe as she takes in the vibrant hues painting the sky. The sight captivates her, momentarily stealing her thoughts away from her earlier irritation.

A soft gasp escapes her lips as the sun casts a warm and golden glow, casting ethereal colours across the horizon. Sorin's eyes sparkle with wonder and a renewed sense of peace. She leans closer to the MC, her hand gently reaching out to touch their arm, silently conveying her gratitude for this enchanting experience.

V: As they soar through the sky on the back of the dragon, Verena's mood would gradually shift, and a sense of exhilaration and freedom would replace her earlier irritation.

As they reach a vantage point where they can witness a mesmerizing sunset, Verena's gaze would be drawn to the breathtaking colours painting the sky. Her features soften, and a serene expression settles on her face. The sight would evoke a sense of awe and wonder, momentarily transporting her away from the troubles that had been weighing on her mind.

Verena's response to the sunset would be a mixture of appreciation and tranquillity. She would lean against the MC, relishing the closeness and the shared moment of beauty. The experience would help her find solace and bring a sense of peace to her restless thoughts.

[perfectlullabies]

I wanna hear more about ur fixation but I require drama in order to pay attention, so pls tell me about any barbie lines or dolls or mattel products that make u MAD or that u think just suck

sweet baby jesus, what an excellent ask to occupy my mind with rn !! i feel like it's gonna be a long essay so my apologies in advance

luckily for u, i do have DRAMA to share. first of all, even ppl who don't buy/collect dolls are aware that mattel quality has plummeted like FUCK in the last 10 years or so. it feels like they're producing dolls out of spite, because they got used to it. there are several new doll lines that are worth buying such as barbie extra/extra fancy (7 of which i got recently) and barbie cutie reveal (they all have original fashions, good quality face prints and articulation - u can actually move their hands and legs (wow.) but that's...it. even though i'm quite fond of the new basic play dolls, i still don't think their quality is good (i'm ok with them bc they're mostly rather cheap)

second of all, i hate how these days the og blonde barbie doll has THE SAME FACE PRINT, ALWAYS. what's the point of making the same doll over and over? all the sets with the houses, cars and wardrobes are insanely expensive and they all come with the same doll that looks so cheap and childish. i go into the store and there are 60 different barbies but if u just take one closer look at them they're all the same. i feel rage

third of all, some of the lines are just utter, utter shit. for example the whole dreamtopia line with the fairies and princesses. they are expensive and the quality is horrendous. i can't even picture a child who would want to play with them. i love a point one of my favourite doll collector youtubers brought up - kids these days don't play with dolls like they used to and they don't keep them for years. these days they get a doll, play with it for a week or two and then it's Out and not fun to play with anymore. i can see it happen. they're so boring. in most cases u can't even change their clothes bc they've got printed on body suits or something like that. EVEN PLASTIC HAIR. unforgivable

when i see the amount of blue/pink/purple colours in new dolls i literally just . ugh. like i understand they're not collectible and they're meant for young kids but there is no alternative for older kids or collectors. don't even get me started on colour reveal barbie dolls. the ones that u put into water and they come out all colourful, terribly tacky with awful printed on clothes. BLEH

i also feel bad abt the fact my scene dolls are no longer being produced. such a shame, they were excellent dolls. thankfully i've got a rather big collection :-)

well...all in all i'm a sucker for barbie but i won't spend my money on just abt any kind of shite. i'm mostly looking for vintage barbies these days esp from late 90s and early 2000s which imo was the best era for barbie. still, i do love barbie extra and cutie reveal. i just wish the good old times were back, esp since it's not Easy to get vintage barbies in poland !!

[my-ghost-monument]

DW Positivity Drive

Saw @jolivira doing this - a drive to share what we love about doctor who - and wanted to spread some more positivity! Heads up, it's mostly about 13's era, lol.

Thirteen. She's just - ahhhh. My absolute favourite doctor ever. I never knew how much I wanted to see a woman playing the doctor until I watched 13. I love her energy, how she moves and bounds across the screen, how she delivers her awe-speeches and her anger too (her rage against the Master is just *chef's kiss*). Her way of delivering emotion too. I also love her outfit! It's so cool. The magenta shirt is a favourite, but I love her coat the best.

Thasmin. What can I say about this, other than it's everything I ever wanted? I've shipped Yaz and 13 since their first ever episode. I fel the vibes from them, and to see it be canon on screen is a feeling that will never leave. I adore the way they interact together, especially as s12 hits and that slow burn/crush/feelings make themselves obvious. Their hints that are scattered in s12 are magical - the lingering look in Praxeus, the comparison with Bryon and the 'get off me, Yaz' bits are just more ahhhh! I love how it pans over into flux (the hug!! The way they fly the TARDIS together!!) and into the love story of the specials.

Which need their own point: the 13 specials. All of them are just such favourites. Time loops and daleks and love confessions! And then LOTSD is one of the eps I will always remember just watching with my jaw dropped in amazement. And TPOTD is, imo, one of the best finales in dw. The independance and beautiful drive Yaz has. The hand/arm touch when 13's regenerating. The bridal carry! The implict and very much there intimacy the two have, where it's almost like the viewer is intruding.

Yaz Khan. I adore Yaz. She's one of my favourite companions. Her journey through the series - how she grows and develops herself. Yaz's arc is so subtle and beautiful and amazing, and it really shines now her whole era is done. She's such a good character, and I love how she stopped taking 13's shit and confronted her, and actually got so much of 13 told to her, and got to experience her first taste of love. How she'll be able to go on in her life now knowing what she's capable of, and that she deserves everything. And I will always love the fact that she can fly the TARDIS.

And of course, Mandip and Jodie specifically, because their acting was phenomenal. Towards the thasmin scenes and in general too.

Thirteen's TARDIS. It's honestly so beautiful. I love the colouring and the vibes, and how warm and cost it could feel and how cold and alien it looked in s12. It's such an organic structure, and really looked fascinating and alien.

Dhawan's Master. He is hands down the best for me. He's amazing in acting, he brings such energy and gusto. His chaotic evil, lashing out and hoping for that strike, his gambling, has made him so good to watch. His anger is explosive, his humour is great, and the way he interacted with 13/Jodie just was so good. The Rasputin dance scene - just wow, lol.

For S11 eps: Demons of the Punjab. What a stunning, heart-wrenching ep. And The Tsuranga Conumdrum since it's probably my favourite of s11 and I love the story progression. Also the 'come to daddy. I mean mummy' line in Ghost Monument.

Chibnall. I love how his era went (It's, if you can't tell, my favourite). The ideas he used, his timeless child arc and how it relates to adoption and abuse. The fact he gave us canon thasmin. How he brought in the 'terrible/imperial time lords' again, with the timeless child. The existence of Karvanista. How he ended his era in a perfect way, that wasn't devestating or grimdark but fit the natural tradegy every doctor must face while also giving Yaz a whole life to explore from now on - how every 13 companion got to live and go home too.

Martha Jones. She was my first favourite companion and I adore her personality and her sense of self and drive. And that leather jacket! (Smith and Jones will always be a favourite ep for me too, because of how cool Martha is in it).

The Runaway Bride and Partners in Crime. They're absolutely hilarious eps I love coming back to.

Lastly, I love the doctor themselves. How they are a character who is so full of love and will gladly sacrifice themselves to save their chosen home and people. They have flaws, but at their core all they want to do is help and be loved and love.

All I can think of right now - if you've reached the end, go and make your own post to keep sharing the positivity! <3