#and he falls even harder

[cynicalmusings]

‘the most crucial skill that a good drinksmith needs is listening… drinksmithing is all about having conversations with your guests’

tea house owner!reader energy for real

#my mind shot straight there when siobhan said this in the hsr event #hey guys #what if i just steal the concept of the event and write a continuation? #the reader does spy on people and accept bribes for jobs blah blah blah #but they also offer free therapy over tea! #(but only if they like the person if course) (everyone else is getting eavesdropped on) #…i started writing this as a joke but hey it could be fun #if i ever write a continuation of that fic i might do something like that #high cloud quintet members coming for therapy after baiheng dies #reader helping couples talk through problems in their relationship calmly #i’m a sucker for characters who are very elusive and sneaky and cold but when it comes to it have a heart of gold #‘yes i will expose your enemy’s business blah blah but hang on let me help this lost child find their parents first’ #‘oh you’re not being patient? you think your rivalry is more important than this child? actually you can keep the money and leave thank you #[turning to child] ‘now tell me where you last saw your parents’ #and with their connections from the various dealings they’ve had around the xianzhou they’d be really good at dealing with these situations #and with regards to the jing yuan aspect of things i firmly believe he needs somebody with kindness and warmth in them to fall for them #reader can’t all be bribery and dodgy deals #imagining him coming to the shop one day to get some information they’ve gathered or whatever #and they’re like ‘shush not now i’m hearing this girl vent about her shit partner’ #or doing something nice #and he falls even harder #sorry i have gone on an absolute tangent here #i don’t know what demon possessed me #maybe i will write a part two who knows #that reader would certainly be a fun one to flesh out #r’s random thoughts

[mobius-m-mobius]

It's a pretty cool name.

Loki + the progression of saying Mobius' name for @percheduphere

#mobius #loki #lokius #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #tysm for the amazing request because GOD did making this hit harder than i'd even expected?? #like it's kind of a given mobius fell first #but i've been so swamped all month i basically only had time to finish maybe a gif per night #and let me tell you watching loki progressively fall harder with each and every scene was uh. an experience all right 🙃😳 #in S1 loki's so obviously trying to keep their guard up until mobius gets pruned protecting them and it's like a switch flips #the walls come down and you see the power of being believed in the pure RELIEF mobius' presence brings #how much he's valued and needed and LOVED as loki tries to hold him close only to lose him again and again #leading to desperation building until the only option left is to sacrifice everything not realizing now they're both left wanting #y'all i'll never recover 😭 #marvel #owenwilsonedit #dianagifs

[bakudekublogblog]

it never stops being funny to me that people are bkdk antis in the year 2024 like “katsuki bullied izuku!! how dare you ship izuku with him” ??? take it up with izuku he’s is the one pining his ass off for him. I can’t make izuku not yearn for katsuki ??? I’m sorry I have observational skills?? izuku is just like that you think I can stop him??

#bakudeku #bkdk #izuku thinks he’s so blessed to even have an almost normal convo with him and gets all misty eyed thinking about it #izuku stares at katsuki like he’s the light of his life his hero #izuku swoons into his arms and has a pure rage form for whenever something bad happens to him #kacchan v deku pt 2 was him being like I FUCKING LOVED YOU OKAY I ADORED YOU YOU SHINE SO BRIGHTLY I LOVED YOU #like he’s just in love with him he was his first love and then they got divorced #and then they’re slowly coming back together and izuku falls even harder this is simply the plot of the manga #also how dare you be like Stop Shipping and tag the ship like who… are yiu?? #some raggedy ass bitch thinks they can tell me what to do with my precious little free time uhhh #maybe go outside and touch grass

[hushhushplzzz]

The moment...

...they consciously ended up on each other's radar

...they became awed/intrigued by each other

...each other's opinions started mattering most

...they realised they really do get each other

...they became attracted to each other

...they started crushing hardcore on each other

...they realised the interest was mutual

...they realised they were falling/had fallen for the other

...they realised they were in hella deep

...the intensity of their lovesickness became unbearable

...they finally let themselves be in love

...they knew they were each other's forever girl/boy

#hsmtmts #ricky x gina #rina #ricky bowen #gina porter #my perception of the progression #i kinda think ricky started falling first but gina fell faster and figured out he was it sooner #and then ricky fell even harder and crazier once he figured out she was it for him #our boy was a little slow on the uptake but he finally got there 😭 #yes she does speak sometimes

[laurenkmyers]

#red peafowl the series #red peafowl #max nattapol #redpearfowledit #maxnattapoledit #asianlgbtqdramas #rpfedit #exCUSE YOU SIR #i hope he's a slutty manipulative bastard #because i'm gonna fall even harder if he is

[auroargraves]

Jang Shinyu fell first and then he fell harder and oh god there’s no brake on his feelings for Lee Hongjo

#destined with you #he’s so pissed when he found out not only he fell first he also fell harder and he couldnt stop falling for her even deeper #hence the whole question of have u never felt anything for me #tell me this is something that not only i experience #truly a modern mr darcy

[sysig]

Old habits die hard all the way around (Patreon)

#Doodles #Wander Over Yonder #Commander Peepers #Sylvia #Wander #More of the Peepers is left in the care of the main duo idea lol #He managed to get to sleep! Everyone did in fact! Obviously Wander's gotta be the first one up tho #Peepers would probably be up first normally what with his average of like five hours of sleep lol but he was up late digging #Was he also protecting Sylvia and Wander by choosing to sleep near them rather than just digging a trap around himself? :3c #There are better odds in numbers but even still hehe ♪ #He's also quite unused to body heat while he sleeps - all the Watchdogs sleep in their own cubbies but he has his own separate room! #Would it actually be comforting or would it make him restless haha #I like to think that it'd be harder to get to sleep but he'd sleep much deeper once he gets there :) #They really are adorable just defenselessly sleeping together ah <3 So little in that wide shot! #Wander was fun to draw for that one too haha I love his big silhouette expressions #Starting starting to fall into a rhythm with him! It's fun! :D #Big eyes and long silly limbs haha #Of course he's able to use his chaotic nature to completely undo all of Peepers' hard work haha #What probably took him at least an hour or so probably took Wander all of like five minutes to rectify - it's a skill lol #Nullifying his trap is just going to make him try to go even more all out next time! Escalating into ridiculousness haha #Until he eventually manages to back them into a corner only for Hater to take the pratfall lol #Silliness

[landwriter]

Throwing vague Hobrinthian inspiration your way. You'd write them so deliciously.

Thank you!! Back in January I wrote 8K of them - I think it's honestly my favourite thing I've written or close to it <3 Just Like Love. The Corinthian comes across Hob in a hotel bar after he's stood up in 1989. Things don't go as planned.

Here's an excerpt from the continuation of that 'verse:

---

Hob Gadling isn’t his boyfriend. Hob is better. He’s a soldier, a hunter, a haunted man, and it makes every grain of the Corinthian sing to know that one of the ghosts rattling around in there is him. Of course it is. He’s memorable. Doesn’t change how good it feels, though, to have been followed across the Atlantic by something almost as hungry as him.

Hob is holding a plastic bag, and the Corinthian can smell the meat from here.

“Fresh from Lancashire,” he says, all fucking casual-like.

The Corinthian walks over, hooks a finger into the bag and pulls it open to see what it is. Black pudding, he thinks. He’s standing close to Hob, close enough to feel how Hob notices it, how his pulse quickens a little. He still smells like airports. He thinks Hob will wrap an arm around him, pull him in. Kiss him filthy right here in his kitchen. Hob doesn’t do anything but let him inspect his gift. He looks up, and pretends he’s disappointed about the offering instead. He should be.

“I’m not a fucking reptile in a terrarium. You don’t need to buy me crickets.”

“Well. Thought this was more on the mice side of the scale.” And then his face does that hideous English thing, where he’s obviously hurt but smiles and pretends he isn’t, which isn’t half as fun when it’s just his feelings. “But you don’t have to-” he starts, all fake cheer, and the Corinthian grits his eyeteeth.

“Stop making that face,” he says, and snatches the bag away. Sees too late Hob smiling a little, and realizes he was playing at being injured, just to get him to come closer. He sets it on the counter, and feels Hob close right up behind him. There’s warm breath on the back of his neck for a moment before Hob speaks.

“You sure? Maybe it’s a bit like feeding wild foxes. Shouldn’t do that.”

The Corinthian turns and uses his height to bully Hob against the fridge, presses him there, then murmurs into Hob’s ear, threatening, just the way he likes. “You think I’ll forget how to feed myself?”

Hob is already hard against his thigh and he tilts his head up, to kiss the side of his neck. His heart is thumping so steady and strong the Corinthian wonders if he’s got a bigger heart working in there, one to power all his hunger. A horse heart, crushed into his ribcage.

“Maybe I’d like it if you forgot,” Hob says. “Maybe I’d like to spoil you. Maybe I’d like you to try eating out of my hand. See if you don’t like it better, to be fed by another.” He says it flirtatiously, covering up the tenderness there with hunger, because he knows the Corinthian’s mother tongue. But he hears the tenderness in it still, and it ripples over his instincts like a different kind of threat. A different kind of snare. Still wire-sharp. He knows he’d draw blood if he struggled in it, even if Hob would let him go the moment he really did. That’s why he stills, he figures. That’s why he goes all limp, submissive.

Hob feels it. Hob knows exactly what he’s done, and he runs a soft hand over the back of his neck, like he’s tamed him. The Corinthian finally twitches away roughly.

“Kinky.” He grabs the forgotten sausage and starts slicing it to be fried. And Hob just laughs, like it was the joke they were making together all along.

---

Twenty minutes later, he’s kneeling on the floor, still wearing his apron that says #1 Grill Dad, and Hob is feeding a cut-up piece of fried black pudding to him. It’s overcooked. They’d gotten distracted. He licks a stripe across Hob’s palm and feels the small muscles twitch under his tongue. Hob’s hand withdraws, and comes back a moment later to stroke the back of his head, dull nails scraping invisible tracks along him. It feels good. He hates it, he thinks.

He leans forward, and nuzzles against Hob’s crotch. The denim chafes his cheeks. Hob groans and ruts into him, his idle hand on his head turned greedy, knotting into his hair. Hob pulls him off, and he looks up, mouth hanging open.

“You going to bite it off if I let you?” he asks.

“Will it grow back?”

Hob sucks in air through his teeth and pretends like he’s considering it too. “You want to take the chance and find out that it doesn’t?”

“Nah,” he says, and Hob laughs and unbuttons his jeans.

---

He blames it on being fucked stupid for the first time in weeks. He blames it on being dark in the room. He blames it on Hob wrapped around him from behind, possessive. “You’d really care for me, huh?”

Hob scoffs, then seems to realize he’s not fucking around. His hand comes around and finds the Corinthian’s throat, and he strokes a line along where his pulse should be. “Yeah. Yeah, ‘course I would.”

“You can’t save me, Hob,” he says.

Hob huffs a laugh against his shoulder blades. “Well, then you won’t mind me trying, will you?”

#asks #the sandman #cob! #the corinthian #hob gadling #realizing one of my favourite corinthian headcanons is that he falls faster and harder than even hob #gets it from his maker yanno #wip excerpts #my writing #just like love #hobrinthian #(but really cob)

[avastyetwats]

The Writer and his Songbird

Plotted starter for @izzyeffinhands <3

It wasn't the full moon that made the night so serenely beautiful. It wasn't the ocean way out in the distance that Stede longed to be near, but grateful that he could now see, it wasn't the clear night sky with the thousands upon thousands of stars twinkling above him, nor the calm ocean breeze that he so loved to feel...

It wasn't any of those things that made the night so serenely beautiful - though they did add to it - but it was the mesmerizing voice above him. A voice he's heard a few times before since moving into the apartment complex a few weeks ago and oh, how this made Stede's move worth it. Suddenly, he wasn't dreading his stay here, he wasn't feeling as unhappy as he did the second he set foot into this building... not that there was anything wrong with it. Not at all. It was comfortable and safe, but it wasn't where he longed to be. It was somewhere he had to be until he could get back on his feet and figure some things, having divorced from his wife some weeks ago. A divorce that was a long time coming, a divorce that should have happened long ago, but really, a marriage that shouldn't have happened at all.

It wasn't a marriage that happened out of love, but convenience and security. A marriage his father practically forced him into, bullied him into, made him feel as though he had no other option and wasn't worthy of anything else... a marriage that was more about his father and his business than Stede's own happiness and wellbeing. But finally, he was out.

And so was she. Mary. An ending that would bring about a new beginning for them both.

But not one that was easy for Stede. He left his home, left his family behind, intending to start anew and live the life he always wanted to live, but it was proving to be a challenge. Depression and anxiety got the best of him some nights, so did self-doubt and uncertainty, and the challenge of fitting in, but he was thankful he still had one place he felt comfortable in: his tea and bookshop.

But the third night inside his new home, that's when he heard it: the angelic voice from above singing into the night. He's never heard anything more beautiful, or more inspiring, and for the first time in what felt like years, Stede sat down at his desk and wrote. Yes, he was a writer. An avid reader of many things and an avid writer of some fictional stories and some poetry. A hobby more than anything, having never pursued a career due to the life forced upon him and the scolding of what he wanted to do and where he wanted to be.

But thanks to that voice above, inspiration had returned to the writer. Every night he kept his balcony door open and on the nights that voice returned, Stede would often lean against the railing outside or sit at the table outside and write.

Though he wasn't quite brave enough to meet the man the beautiful voice belonged to, he would leave him little notes outside of his door praising his voice, crediting him with helping to find lost inspiration and bring joy back into his life, and he'd only ever sign it The Polite Menace down below with a little heart over the i.

Stede kept this up for a good few days, anytime Izzy would bless him with his voice, and eventually Stede started receiving delicious baked goods outside of his door signed with his own special nickname. But it was instant that Stede figured out who it was - the melodious mystery man above - and so the notes continued, leaving even more now to praise his talent in baking, too.

Something that inspired Stede to try again. He was never an expert at it by any means, but he'd baked a thing or two in his previous life, though it had been a long time, but perhaps he, too, could leave a delicious treat for his Angelic Siren above...

Unfortunately that hadn't gone well at all. Made evident in the amount of smoke that billowed out of his balcony door and into the night above, eventually sounding off the alarms that sent Stede into a panic as he tried to put out the small fire inside of his oven. And this is why he wasn't near brave enough to reveal himself to the man above that he's had a crush on for weeks now, because he was nothing but a big, embarrassing mess.

#again sorry this got long #i tend to set things up and then go all over the place haha #i'm still figuring out details but we can always add/change as we go! #i'm so excited for this omg #falling for each other without having met - falling for each other's kindness and talent and personality #and then they meet and stede just 'you've been at my shop!' #and he just falls even harder as izzy does hahaha #let the romance begin! #long post tw #t; the writer and his songbird #c; stede bonnet #izzyeffinhands

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

something a little silly

(he's not actually angry at the "drugs" thing, just busy trying not to die)

oh i almost forgot

transcript of my bad handwriting:

Page 1 Panel 1: 2013, 1:38 pm (sfx: DING DING DING)

Panel 2: 9th period, 1:40 pm

Peter's internal thought bubble: "Oh shit my meds"

Panel 3:

Student 1: Hi, Mr. Parker!

Peter: mm-hm

Panel 4:

Student 1: Mr. Parker? Hello?

(Student 2: Huh?)

Panel 5:

Peter: Hm?

Student 1: What are those, tic tacs?

Student 2: No, he's doing drugs!!! (In class!)

Text pointing to Peter's hand holding his pills says "PTSD medication"

Peter: HKFGH (choking noise)

Page 2:

Panel 1:

Student 1: Are you okay?!

(Student 2: oh fuck)

Peter: COUGH COUGH

Panel 2:

(sfx: WHEEZE)

Peter: It's not DRUGS!

Panel 3, Peter cont.: Well, I mean, it is drugs, but it's prescription—it's medication. OK?

#came in through the window last night #peter parker #nadiart #fanadiart #rough art #comics #spiderman #always feel weird tagging the au stuff just cause it's so specific but... well i won't pretend i look at the peter parker tag lol #a post arguably still about a somewhat serious topic but with a more lighthearted mood #bright blue capsules = 5mg generic prazosin just fyi #he takes it starting in early 2013 to prevent flashbacks and nightmares (technically it's a blood pressure medication tho) #he takes it in morning. afternoon (at work). and bedtime. otherwise he can barely leave the house. #i was picturing this in fall after he's a little more functional but still kinda fucked #In Retrospect I'm not sure that him getting a job in 2013 makes sense though like it's a miracle he graduated from his master's program #on the other hand he strikes me as the kind of guy who works himself harder when stressed... but a few months is a very quick turnaround #maybe i should have him doing full time classes instead of pt and finish his degree over fall 2012 or smth... idk #i'll figure all that stuff out Later #anyway my approach to peter's shirts is generally anything that looks thrifted where he saw it in all its hideousness and said #''i love it'' #also don't get it twisted the only reason peter even carries a water bottle is for his pills #accidentally pavlov'd himself into being hydrated but not into buying a reusable bottle lmao

[multifand0mbabe]

He just fell in love with her all over again here 🥹🫠

#chenford #5x11 #the rookie #tucy #tim x lucy #the way he looks at her #he's falling even harder #they are meant for each other #tim bradford #lucy chen #melissa o'neil #eric winter

[mega-ditto-3]

Ditto Fic Ideas #27

(Bkdk 🧡💚)

"What? Not up for the challenge, Deku?"

Izuku frowned, "That's not-"

"Then put your money where your mouth is." Bakugou flashed a smirk, holding up a measly 2000¥ bill in his hands. "The rules are simple: First one to fall in love loses the game."

Easier said than done, when both participants are under the influence of a mutual-emotional-attachment quirk.

"You're on."

-

The main idea is that these two idiots get hit with a love quirk and, to spare themselves a scolding from Aizawa and prevent them from missing a class trip to one of Japan's largest hero exhibits, decide to keep it a secret.

Between codependency, secret handholding breaks, and an insane amount of across-the-room eye contact, they begin to wonder if their pride is truly worth pretending to care more about the 2000¥ than the (not so) new bubbling feelings...

Shamelessly inspired by this meme:

#In this case #i think Bakugou would fall so fucking HARD and so FAST but hed be fighting for his life trying to keep his feelings at bay #he wants the damn 2000¥ #or thats what he keeps telling himself... #they're both too stuborn istg #at some point the quirk would probably make them freak out if they're out of sight from eachother #then theyll have to come up with a convincing excuse to change hotel rooms #i feel i should mention that everyone knows they're suffering under a quirk. theyre just letting them deal eith the consequences. #might even make it harder on them too. #Aizawa is quietly snickering under his scarf the entire trip. as he should. sadistic bastard #bkdk #bakudeku #dittoficideas #mha fic idea #bnha fic idea #Bakugou *sweating* 'He'll crack. Any day now he'll come crawling to me and ill win. just gave to hold on a LITTLE longer...' #Midoriya 'Oh boy a new feeling to supress!'

[fordanoia]

I was thinking about stuff again and looking into the transcript and this exchange really does just pull some unspoken weight in it

Stan: How did things get so messed up between us? Ford: We used to be like Dipper and Mabel. The world's about to end and they still work together. How do they do it? Stan: Easy. They're kids. They don't know any better.

Of course we know Stan and Ford’s whole deal, but the whole sentiment here really just pulls a tragic note

There’s this unspoken acknowledgement that they both want to have a relationship, but (at this point) it’s treated as something that just... can’t happen

There’s a sentiment a lot of times that if you really love someone and they love you - that things turn out fine. Or at least, on the surface you’d think ‘well why would we ever stop being close?’ because logically, it doesn’t make sense

But in practice - it happens. It’s a falling out where you still both love each other, but now there’s this obstacle

really love the show for having this moment between them btw

And here in the show - Stan and Ford both see so much of how they used to be in Dipper and Mabel

Even here though where Ford directly draws that parallel though - he’s not connecting how they’re able to not squabble when everything’s going wrong - how they pull together instead of apart when the stakes turn high

and Stan saying it’s because they don’t know any better-

It just really paints a picture of how behind the pair of them are to Dipper and Mabel - especially after the Mabel-land episode

The Little Dipper episode is an instance where Dipper and Mabel have a similar squabble to the Stans’ petty hand-holding debacle, but afterwards they open up to one another and stuff is fine again.

-

The thing about this whole thing - it’s not that Dipper and Mabel never have moments of broken trust between each other or insecurities or anything like this - it’s that when this stuff happened they were eventually able to open up to one another and that’s how they got through it and came to work together without bickering

Because it’s not about blind or naive trust - it’s about that trust and putting in the effort to show some vulnerability and even talk about stuff instead of burying it down

Stan and Ford’s relationship acts as an obvious cautionary foil to Dipper and Mabel’s own, and it’s tragic because like with Dipper & Mabel you can see how Stan & Ford could also have possibly reconciled.

And the tragic thing in this set of lines is that, they really don’t understand and they still view it as this near-impossible thing for themselves.

#fordatalk #stan pines #ford pines #gravity falls #meta #long post #ford is outright going 'how do they do it' #meanwhile stan misunderstands their trust as them never having known broken trust before #or never having gone through anything only to be deeply hurt bc someone didn't haveyour back #and while on the one hand - yeah they haven't had the amount of real life circumstances of getting kicked out or etc #his misunderstanding comes in that he throws out their effort entirely #like they don't have to try as hard to be open bc they're kids and they don't know better #but it's still effort to be open and vulnerable with even people you already trust #because the rift that starts when you start questioning or having the insecurity and you don't say anything... #just because it's harder doesnt mean it's impossible and doesn't mean others arent doing it #(also you know. it Did get harder for dipper and mabel after the weridmageddon start) #ALSO brief aside #but i do also think that the stan twins had some extra obstacles for emotional connection/etc #with filbrick pines as their dad + growing up in the 50s/60s + the toxic masculinity on both sides

[nnthyperfixation]

I'm thinking about biblically accurate ludociel x hendrickson

#he's a goddess not an angel but i don't care #the goddess clan is clearly angel-coded #im imagining ludociel turning into his biblically accurate form whenever he finds hendy's acting a bit gay towards him #like 'just so we're clear this my true form okay so think twice before you want to fall for me' #only for hendy to be EVEN MORE SMITTEN #and starts fanboying even harder #because??? one of the four archangels just showed him his true form??? how cool is that???? #luhendy #ludociel #hendrickson

[kakushino]

Wake up babe, new OTP dropped

Haruno Sakura (Naruto) x Uzui Tengen (KNY)

#kakushi diary #i have feelings about this ship okay #*rotates them like in a microwave* #they would be so cute together okay #hear me out #he falls in love with her at first shout #when she destroys a boulder he falls even harder

[sinterblackwell]

reading vol.4 of 2ha is so surreal because this has to be the most yearning i’ve ever read from mo ran and it literally aches, but all i had been thinking for a certain couple of chapters is “wait isn’t this our token of love burns red from ao3? 🧐”

#❣️ #revelation of the year folks #it all clicked the moment that farmer girl popped up with the same name as the girl in this fic i read months ago #i can imagine the ao3 writer reading this arc before the official translation and being like ‘stop 🤚🏽 let me get my pen’ #and then they made history by writing one of the greatest ranwan fics of all time #sometimes all you need at the end of the day is a story about two characters falling in love in a small village and tying the literal knot #all through a precious red charm that glows when feeling warm #which as mo ran said in the fic—this means it’s always glowing when he’s around his wanning :’) #anyways yeah i’m getting really emotional about this because i sincerely adore that fic #and so to see where the writer drew inspiration from in the actual canon…it makes ranwan’s yearning hit even harder #2ha #booklr