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#felt really sad so i draw cute stuff to cure that sadness
bunny-xoxo · 3 years
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HQ boys with a sick s/o HC
warning(s): none :)
a/n: my poor ❣️ anon is sick and these were inspired by our last convo, I hope you’re feeling better Angel 😭 please enjoy some hq dummies and how theyd treat a sick s/o :) <3
characters: Tsukishima, Hinata, Sugawara, Daichi, Noya, Aran, Kita, Bokuto, Kenma, Ushijima, & Aone
Tsukishima
He would act bothered at the fact you’re sick, cause of course you’re gonna ask your boyfriend for things - like any notes you might’ve missed that day. But judging how he just does your homework for you you’re pretty sure he’s not actually mad.
He’d also be bugging you about taking your medicine cause he needs you to get better fast so he isn’t “stuck bullying only Hinata”, he misses picking on you too and he says it’s funner in person
He’s kind of worried about getting sick himself so he wouldn’t see you in person much but you definitely notice how frequent he’s starting to call you, he even FaceTimed you while he was at the grocery store cause you weren’t there with him to pick out your snacks. (He knows your favs at this point, he just missed your company)
The moment you’re better and he has a chance to see you he’s a bit more physically affectionate than normal - not that either of you are complaining - he missed you very much :(
Daichi
His hearts in the right place - like he’s brought some cough drops and water and such and has this whole plan for you to get better but the moment you sneeze a little too hard he’s so :((((( and just wants to hold you and coddle you.
So he does exactly that.
It can be a bit overbearing at first cause he’s VERY adamant on you not doing thing, like he’s debating on whether or not you should even be allowed to walk to the bathroom and if he should be carrying you there instead.
Rather than catch you up on anything you missed (he’ll bother suga about it later) he’d prefers snuggling in and napping the day away with you and just hopes you’ll magically get better.
Hinata
The overly worried type who’s also somehow simultaneously oblivious.
He’s CONSTANTLY checking in like are you better yet? Can you stand? Have you been throwing up all day? Is your temp still too high?? Please call me if you need anything :((((
But then he comes over with his volleyball and is all raring to go on some walk with you cause he found this awesome little trail that has some cute clearing he thinks you’d love but he seems to have forgotten you’re kind of currently bedridden.
You tell him and almost feel bad cause you can see the disappointment on his face and the way his body kind of deflates, but then all of a sudden he’s cheering back up cause he realizes that means he gets to lay with you basically all day and love up on you (regardless of your protests telling him he’d get sick too - which he definitely does)
Sugawara
I hope you wanted some tough love :(
Don’t get me wrong, he’s all about taking care of his baby but don’t think you’re gonna be milking any extra pity out of him 😭
He’s bringing you all the right medicine and extra love and any snacks you need, but he’s also bringing any schoolwork you might be missing and he’s reminding you of those deadlines.
He makes up for it with the extra study guides he made you so you can understand the material easier, and the cute little drawings he puts in the margins to better explain the material
He feels awful for his sick baby but isn’t gonna let you fall behind <3
Noya
Really believes in the whole laughter is the best medicine type shit. He’d also be looking up all different kinds of ways to make you better if he felt like you weren’t having a speedy recovery AHSJSJAJS
“I don’t know babe I’m jus sayin, this here says that if you drink raw egg whites and vinegar it’s a good immune system boost and will cure your flu in, like, 15 minutes. It might be worth a shot!”
Baby boy just misses going on dates with you 😭
Also tends to go overboard sometimes with the movies - last time you were sick he brought a whole cardboard box full of random dvds he had lying around as well as a couple of home videos of him as a child ‘cause:
“I’m hilarious babe look at these!”
Aran
Literally one of the best boyfriends you could ask for in this situation are you joking? He never hovers too much but is always just a phone call away if you need some help or are just feeling too lonely :( KING of making soups are you joking (firm believer that warm foods are the best thing when you’re ill) he definitely texts you random things throughout the day like
“how’s my baby doing?”
Or
“u feeling ok enough for me to stop by later ?❤️”
Expect LOTS of forehead kisses too
Also tends to hold the back of his hands to your face a lot so he can check your temp throughout the day, a true caregiver :,(
Kita
Ok him and Aran are tied cause this man 😪
The moment he finds out you’re sick he’s gotta know what kind of bug you caught cause he will be bringing you medicine the moment he can and he needs to be sure he’s getting the right kind. Also the type to buy you some silly little card that his grandmother INSISTED on signing (she’s very worried about you) and who is he to say no to that.
He also would hate to admit this to you but he thinks you’re so cute when you’re sick 😭 it doesn’t matter if you’re hacking up yesterday’s lunch he’s like 🥺🤲🏼 my poor little baby
He also just really likes taking care of you, definitely fits into his love language and it just feels very domestic for him to be by your side and aiding you in any way you can, and this mf is the biggest fan of the domestic things in your relationship <3
Bokuto
Honestly a little excited cause he gets to spend some uninterrupted alone time with you
Like don’t get me wrong he’s sad your sick but he can’t help but think to himself omg I get to spend the whole day with my baby! Just me and them!
Really helpful though, like you almost forget you’re sick. He’s making you food if you can’t do it yourself and he’s making sure you’re taking your medicine at the right times all while just chilling and talking with you in between! You guys watch some awful movies and laugh at them and it almost feels like a good ol date night in with your boyfriend if your body wasn’t so fatigued and sore from being sick. But don’t worry, cause Bokuto is there and ready to rub those sore muscles at any given moment.
Kenma
He just kind of shows up? Unannounced?
He has a weeks worth of stuff packed as well as a game console and a sack full of games LMAO and he just sets them down and gives you a kiss on the forehead and just ,, starts,, unpacking. You have to ask him what he’s doing cause he’s just not saying anything.
“You’re sick, so I’m staying over to take care of you until you feel better, duh. Now which side of the bed do you prefer?”
This man is casually waiting on your every need like your thirsty? Lay tf down he’s getting it for you. Hungry? Funny, he already ordered in. You’re his mf princess and you’re sick so you will not be moving a muscle.
Ushijima
MASSAGES. Massages. And cuddles :(((
Big man Ushi comes over when he has the chance with some painkillers and his big warm arms. Most of the time he’s over you guys are just napping cause he wants to hold you! Cause you look so helpless and sick and of course you guys are laying down so you guys just kind of pass out.
Also a big check in texter to see if you’re feeling up for him to be over later that day.
If you are too worried about getting him sick he’ll stay home but he’ll be kind of grumpy about it. You’d get a random FaceTime from him just for him to move his phone away from his body enough to emphasize how empty his bed is 🙄
You cave and let him come over, and when he does he just huffs and crawls into bed with you like ☹️ c’mere
Aone
Omg the biggest worrier of all of them :((((
The one most likely to say he’s sick too so he can free any responsibilities of the day just so he can come take care of you in person. Something about the idea of you being home alone and sick with no one there to make sure you’re ok hurts his heart so bad.
He also would forget to let you know he’s coming over though, so when he comes into your apartment with his copy of the key and finds you under a heap of covers with a tissue box on your nightstand he’s quickly getting under the covers with you and pulling you into his chest.
You wake up an hour or two later to feel big warm arms embracing you and you know your sweet boyfriend came over just to check on you. And judging by his heavy breaths signaling he was asleep you knew he had to have been here for a while <3
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ugh it’s been too long since I’ve written for hq! I hope you guys enjoyed and I always love to hear your thoughts :) <3
requests are open
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Jack Morton x Fem!reader
A/n: english is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there is any mistakes. It's super fluff, hope you'll like it.
Y/n Duke had been a werewolf almost as long as her older brother Hamish. She's preety close to him, the same way she's close to all the kinghts, exepct for one of them - Jack Morton.
For some reason the girl and the newest werewolf don't get along that well. Y/n never wanted him to be part of the knights and blames him for all the problems with the order, while Jack thinks she's stupid and selfish, since he's a good werewolf. But let's just say that some things are about to change.
The order, and therefore the knights, had a new threat to deal with. A guy called Peter Don was doing lots of bad magic and hunting anyone that knew how to make it, all because he wanted to be the only person that possessed such thing.
Hamish and the werewolfs already knew about this whole thing, but had never managed to found the guy, so when Vera told him his name Duke was quick to call an emergency meeting with the rest.
Lilith and Randall had just arived to the house, only to find Jack and Y/n arguing about something that happend at their class a couple minuts ago, they rolled their eyes and set down, both of them were extremely tired of their bullshit. As soon as Hamish arrived he made them stop fighting and told everything Vera said to him, then the group started to plan what to do next.
Randall and Lilith were going to Peter's workplace, a clothing store, in order to investigate, Hamish was going to do some research about the guy with a couple books Vera had given to him, while Y/n and Jack were going to his place, neither of them were happy with it, but according to the older Duke they needed to be able to work together.
The car ride to Peter's place was very quite and weird. When they arrived Y/n informed their groupchat, Randall and Lilith already were taking a look at the store and Hamish said he hasn't found anything yet.
The duo broke into the guy's house and started to look for anything sightly suspicious. Nothing in the first floor, and nothing in the second, when they were heading to the basement Jack, that was pretty quiet, openned his mouth to talk about something that was not about Peter.
"Y/n"
"Morton"
"Why do you hate me so much?"
A minute of silence followed his question.
"What?"
"Like I get it that I caused a couple of problems and shit, but besides that, what did I ever do for you to hate me that much?"
"Well i-, you annoy me and you also hate me, so I don't get why you are asking me this."
"I was just wondering"
"You can wonder when we catch this bad guy"
The conversation ended but Y/n kept thinking about that. Why did she hate Jack so much? Okay, sure, he was annoying, but there was something more and she couldn't find out what, and this was making her pretty pissed.
Morton and Duke entered the basement, only to see something, actually, someone that Y/n didn't like that much either - Alyssa Drake.
Jack got quite excited to see the girl he once had a crush on, what only made Y/n roll her eyes. Alyssa said Vera asked her to see if his house had something weird, but she hadn't found anything. Jack started to make a small talk with her, and Y/n quickly dragged him out of that place.
"You should stop talking to Alyssa"
"What, why?"
"There's something about her that dosen't sit right with me"
"Are you jelous?
Y/n turned to Jack with a pretty angry face, but if you looked close enought a blush could be seen.
"If you think I'll ever feel something for you Morton, you need help"
Jack looked a bit sad, but hided that with a playfull smirk, when he was about to open his mouth to say something sarcastic, Y/n screamed.
Peter had found them, stabbed Y/n and started to run. Y/n feel into the ground and tried to stop the bleeding.
"Go after him"
"What no I can't just let you bleeding here"
"It's okay, I'll heal"
The boy stoped to think for a moment, but when Y/n gave him the sweetest smile ever, he decided to go after Peter, after all she's a werewolf, she would be fine.
Morton started to run after Don, but Y/n wasn't healing, so she looked over to her belly, and guess what, a green smoke was coming out of it. The knive Peter used was poisoned, Y/n thought it was funny, since her brother had once being stabbed by a poisoned knive. She tried to reach her phone and call someone, but she didn't had enought strenght for that, the poison was way to strong.
All she could do was wait for Jack to come back and help her. When Y/n was about to close her eyes she heard him call her name and Jack started to run towards her.
The order wanted Peter alive so that they could ask him questions, so Jack had only knocked him out and was trying to get him to his car.
He kneeled next to Y/n and told her to hold on while he pressed her belly to make the bleeding stop. The first thing Jack did was call Alyssa, he asked the blonde girl to come pick Peter and take him to Vera, then he proceeded to pick Y/n and take her to his car.
Alyssa did what he asked and Jack was now driving pretty fast to the knights place. He kept assuring Y/n that she would be fine, but deep down he didn't really know what would happen, the only thing he knew was that he couldn't just lose Y/n, no not like that.
As soon as he arrived at the house Jack picked her up very carefully and opened the door. Lilith looked over from her sit to see what all that noise was, only to find her best friend dieing in Jack's arms.
While Morton was putting her on the sofa, Batory shouted for Hamish and Randall that came downstairs running. Jack told everything that happen and Lilith was preparing a potion that would cure her, at least that's what they hoped, Hamish and Randall were freaking out.
Y/n drunk the disgusting potion and the green smoke was gone. She was fine and already healing. The knights were pretty happy and relieved, but Jack still had a sad expression.
He almost lost the girl he loves and she doesn't even know that, actually it's worse, she doesn't feel the same.
After that Randall left, he had a date with Gabrielle, Lilith helped Y/n go to her room upstairs and went to her own, Hamish had to go report everything to Vera, and maybe make out with her, but Jack had nothing to do, so he just set down in the living room and kept thinking about his feeling towards the girl that hated him.
A couple hours passed, it was pretty late now, and Jack got tired of just thinking, it was time to do something about that, even if later he might regret it. So he walked to Y/n's room expecting her to still be awake. Her door was open so he entered the room.
"Wow Morton what are you doing awake? It's pretty late."
Y/n said that in a very cute tone, not the one she usually uses with Jack. The thing is that she had also being thinking about the same thing he had. Y/n realized that the reason why she had been hating him so much lately, was that she actually liked him and was scared to do something about it, so Y/n thought pretending she still hated him like she once did would make her feelings go away. But today when she saw Jack all worried about her, everything changed.
"Don't say anything just let me talk. I don't hate you okay, I once did but not anymore."
Y/n was very confused.
"I like you, not only as a friend. I have been liking you for a couple months now, and I didn't knew how to tell you."
Okay now Y/n was chocked. Was she dreaming? Did the poison actually kill her and now she was seeing things?
"Look I know you hate me and stuff, but today when you almost died I realized I needed to tell you, so well, you know."
Y/n got up from her bed and walked up to Jack.
"You can keep hating me no problem, i-"
"Just shut up and kiss me Morton"
"Wait, what?"
"I like you too asshole"
"For real?"
"Yes"
Y/n and Jack kissed each other with a lot of passion and love. It was a slow and sweet kiss, but a very needed one, after all both of them had been pretending they hated each other for way longer than they should.
After what seamed to be a long time, they finally broke the kiss to breathe, and they couldn't stop smiling, everything was okay now.
"Wow, hm this was pretty nice, but I think you have to rest, I mean, you were stabbed today"
Y/n agreed and Jack started to leave her room, but she stopped him before he could actually leave.
"Can you stay here with me?
"Of course"
Y/n and Jack got into the girl's bed and cuddled. Her head was close to his neck and he was holding her while drawing random things with his finger in her exposed skin.
The room was silent, but there was no need for words, all they needed was each other. Then Jack said something and blushed
"Can you play with my hair please?"
Y/n smiled and nodded. Now her hand was tangled in Morton's hair, both of them were extremely happy.
Time passed and they stayed like this, sometimes Jack would say something about how good that felt and Y/n would laugh saying she loved his hair. That was when she started to feel her eyes closing, she was super tired.
"Thanks for helping me today, and thanks for staying here with me."
Y/n said that in a tired and sweet voice while yawning.
"Anything for you princess."
Jack kissed her forehead and they fell asleep together without a care in the world.
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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years
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Geeking Out
Masterlist
You work onset of the witcher as the resident handy girl there to repair the props onset rather then them being sent off to be fixed, when working on Geralt’s sword Henry comes across you and with one slip of the tongue your inner geeks collide.
Warnings: Fluff, Swearing
A/N: Had this on my mind for a while just a cute little fluff piece hope you enjoy XX
Taglist: @havenoffandoms​ @iloveyouyen​ @angelofthor​ @thatgirly81​
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You hummed quietly managing to secure yourself a table in one of the busy tents just off set, you moved quickly furiously mixing the epoxy trying to combine the two parts with the lolly stick. Your task? you were trying to fix Geralt’s sword there had been a small mishap during a scene renfri's brooch had been hit in one of the takes and had come off. Your job was to put it back on and make sure its stays on , so this time you were forgoing the original glue and using a tiny amount of epoxy it was stronger and once it cured that little brooch wasn't coming off for love nor money. Your job was maintenance on the props ,you were kept onset with a small arsenal of tools to fix anything that gets damaged quick and skilled repair jobs anything from the horse tack to props jewellery the only things you didn't touch was wardrobe because...Fuck no. Textiles was not your thing.
You moved fast wanting to have it mixed thoroughly. This particular resin cured fast...very fast well for resin anyway, so it was always a rush to combine it. You moved a syringe and pulled the plunger up then dotted the resin on the hilt of the sword swiftly applying the brooch then looked around for the clamp. Shit. It was to far you couldn't reach it. You tried stretching down into your bag for it but it was no use suddenly someone was behind you.
"Need help?" You nodded to the slim clamp in the bag
"Yeah could you pass me the clamp forgot to get it out just got this bloody thing central and can't risk it slipping" you focused on your work holding the brooch steady as the person hummed leaning down then handed it to you.
"Cheers lovey" you thanked them and leaned down with one final check that everything was positioned correctly nodding you placed a rag across it protecting it and clamped it securely.
"Sorry about that... Misjudged the angle and hit it to hard I'm afraid" you froze looking up seeing Henry in full wardrobe bar his contacts smiling sheepishly. Even tho you'd been onset this whole time you'd never actually spoke to any of the cast there was no need. You quickly swallowed your shock and laughed.
"Don’t matter to me, keeps me in a job so go nuts!" you both laughed he looked over the things you had out across the table, you followed his gaze. Noting how he then moved to stare at you intently, you felt a flush creep across your chest but cleared your throat nodding to the prop.
"I've used epoxy on it ...It should be a lot stronger." He hummed not really paying attention.
"Anyway its not your fault they used a mid strength glue last time.. I don't think they had a clue how much of a beating it was gonna take" he hummed then peeked over the cup that had a small amount of resin in it still.
"So I can go to town on it?" You nodded wiping your hands down and smirked at him.
"Knock yourself out muscles! I doubt even you will be able to snap that off again....And that's not a challenge either" he rubbed the back of his head smirking at you as you moved dumping the cup with the left overs in a bag then in a small bucket with sand in it that was used as an ashtray for the crew on set. He looked at you questioning. You nodded to it.
"Get's hot when curing so I will leave it there to be safe then take it out when its set..." he hummed in agreement  then moved with you helping to pack up your things.
"So how long will it take to be finished then?" You froze wide eyed
"Why do they need it now?" You panicked they had said it wasn't needed today so you could work on it... did they change their mind? he quickly held his hands up
"No no we are done with it for today...I just wondered was all.." you stopped and flushed at him, you felt a little embarrassed as you had begun to cuss him out in your head thinking he was being rude trying to rush you.
"About an hour...Well I hope an hour it really depends, if there is any leakage  then I will have to sand it with my dremel...and to do a proper job of that I'd need to go through a few different grits and but if theres no leakage  or any nastiness then we should be done in about half an hour....This epoxy cures in ten to twelve  minutes but to be sure I'd want to leave it around twenty to twenty five ish but either way by the end of the day you sir will have your sword back." He looked between you and his prop wilth a huge smile.
"Sounds like a plan! .....Still feel bad tho I'm sure you have tonnes to do already...nevermind me adding to it." You waved him of with a wide grin
"Your kidding! Been waiting to get my hands on this baby since day one! Needed to see the details for my -" you stopped yourself before you said to much not wanting to 'geek out' in front of him he tilted his head sharply.
"Your what? You making a replica or something?" You flushed at him bobbing your head side to side a little.
"Well yes and no...not a full scale one I'm gonna make a mini..." his face lit up and you could see him become excited.
"You make mini's? Like wow and stuff?" He asked buzzing in the way all geeks do when they find a fellow nerd to speak geek with. You giggled an nodded.
"Yes I can't paint them to save my life but I draw and make them on the pc for people to download and use on their 3d printers....I'm more into scenery dioramas...I make tabletop boards" he grinned at you practically vibrating on the spot.
"Seriously? That’s soo cool...Do you have any pictures of them?" You smiled and nodded just as you got your phone out you both heard it Henry's name was called by Joey he sighed and gave a small chuckle.
"Looks like I'm needed...I will be back later to see them and collect my sword...If not hold on to it for me?" You gave him a funny look as he stayed for a moment giving you his best puppy eyes. You laughed and nodded to him, he grinned and quickly left. You stood dumbfounded as he stole a few glances over his shoulder at you before disappearing around the corner. Well that was weird, normally the props were picked up by...well anyone to be stored the cast never did hence why you'd never seen them. You shrugged it off and continued placing your stuff away zipping up your bag.
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That was the first time you met the man, later that day he did indeed return and spent nearly two hours geeking out looking at your collection of dioramas, he specifically liked the ones base on Lord of the rings and the few marvel and dc ones you'd done. All of which were centered around villains. It wasn't long before it became a habit that between takes he would seek you out, sometimes bringing Joey along. Soon you found yourselves together all the time, they seemed fascinated by your work and hobby always asking questions, to the point you'd snapped at them when they wouldn't shut up when you tried fixing a particularly fiddly jewellery piece . Even then they stayed sitting either side of you staring as you maneuvered the tiny gems and links back into place.
By the time the production came to a end you had all become close friends each of you exchanging numbers and always texting in a group chat. You couldn't help harboring a little crush on Henry, and you had tried but he was just so...him and maybe he liked you back? You wasn't sure but he seemed to be touchy...Not in a bad way god no! But he was a hugger and holder. When ever he was around you he always seemed to be touching you in some way holding your hand or arm as he dragged you about set,slinging an arm around your shoulders or waist at lunch or when you was working stuff like that. Maybe you were just reading into things to much but it felt like there might be something there. Or at least you hoped there might be, he was sweet funny and dorky but still mature and masculine he was basically your dream man, and then some!
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You sulked today was your final day on set you were looking forward to returning home and just relaxing but at the same time you'd miss the guys. You'd all clicked with one another and were so used to them popping up whenever. You tilted your head as you ran your pen across the sketch in you book. It was a close up of Jaskier’s lute details you'd been working on. You were trying to take your mind off things you were scared of them forgetting about you, it wasn't often you managed to click with people let alone men, you supposed you were anxious usually you were fine alone but you found yourself craving company since hanging around them. You glanced up when you heard them before you saw them as they approached you . Sitting up you quickly shook off your sadness as they both made their way across to you.
"Hey bitches" they chuckled at you taking seats at the table the three of you had claimed for the past months.
"God I can't believe its over...I cant wait to see it!" Joey said enthusiastically make you and Henry nod.
"Me neither its gonna be incredible! Its gonna be big you know that don't you? After the great flop of game of thrones their fanbase are gonna be lost and looking for something similar" Joey blinked he hadn't thought of that.
"Really? Didn't think of it like that." You smiled at him and wriggled your eyebrows "And you sir are never escaping that fucking song either so be prepared" he furrowed his brows
"How’d you know about that?" You smirked
"It was one of the few scenes I was allowed to watch them film...and it was stuck in my head for a fucking week the worst bit? I couldn't go and download it from youtube either it was hell!" He chuckled at your frown and leaned over you his eyes caught the page you were working on it was the first time he'd caught a glimpse at your artwork.
"Oh shit! That’s cool" you looked down alarmed then went to cover your image but he had already pulled it from under your nose.
"Henry look!" You flushed a not wanting them to see your sketches. He smiled and flicked a few pages. He looked up through his lashes at you.
"These are really good y/n super detailed... They for your mini's?" You nodded at him sheepishly as you noticed he had found your Geralt cheat sheet. He smirked seeing the page full of his Geralt pulling various faces then skipped a few pages to Joey's Jaskier.  He past it back to him.
"Here there's yours" Joey gasped at them
"Holy shit...Did you do all the cast? Are you gonna 3d print em?" You nodded to him
"I did the main cast once I get home I’m gonna start putting them into the computer but yes eventually they will be printed for people to use...After I sort them out  I’m gonna be making a witcher diorama to display them." Henry smiled at you
"Can you teach me to make one?" You blinked at him not sure you’d heard him right
"What?" He nodded to your book.
"Id like a set for my collection and small a diorama for them...I have always wanted to try it but it seems expensive to get the stuff if I’m crap at it...And it would be fun to make one with you...If you wanted to that is?" You flushed at him gaping.
"Err Ive never done a collaboration before but sure we could give it a go...Could do a witcher one for you to display these mini's...I wont be painting them tho not good at it, sketching is fine but I can't do detail paint....scenery is more forgiving... " he nodded enthusiastically at you like a kid on Christmas.
"Really! Fuck Absolutely! I always wanted to try scenery that would be brilliant." He flushed a little as Joey snorted at him and received a sharp look. It had become common knowledge that he had a thing for you. Everyone seemed to have caught on to it and had all told him to go for it but he was shy...He was nervous what if he had read you wrong? And you didn't like him back? He would be quite embarrassed  and torn up if he asked you out and you shot him down...so no he would settle for being friends.You smiled at him missing their exchange between them.
"Err sure just let me know when your free...I’m not that far from You in London right? Just give me a heads up when you wanna come round" Henry looked ecstatic, it was true he had found out a few weeks ago you was literally Fifteen minutes away from his place in London. He realized you had caught him staring blushing he moved directing his attention back to your drawings again. Joey noticed the awkward moment and swiftly poked your side.
"I want some too! A perfect mini me! Just what everyone needs" You scoffed
"A mini you sounds like a threat! god help us all!" You all laughed spending the remaining time reminiscing on the last few weeks until finally it was time for you to leave. You pouted hugging both of them.
"Gonna miss you two have fun on the promotion tour and stay in touch okay guys" they smiled hugging you back Henry squeezed you tight pulling you up off of the floor making you whine at him.
"I will definitely call and will probably be round September October time" you nodded and finally wriggled away from him leaving the hotel heading home.
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Once home you quickly got to work uploading and designing your mini's on the pc you had been speaking to the boys a bit but as time went on you heard less and less from Henry until finally six weeks later all conversation had stopped. Which really didn't surprise you, he was busy...Well that's what you told yourself, it was a shitty excuse you were saying to keep yourself from getting upset. you had found yourself enjoying his company to much. You liked him like liked him, it was fun talking to him,  he was interested in the same things as you and was funny and you had brilliant banter you wasn't constantly worried about how you acted around him because he just got you, you thought you’d both got on well and could remain friends. Somewhere in the back of your mind you stupidly had hoped something would come of it ....But that was a silly childish fantasy. Still you asked Joey a few times and he said that Henry was dealing with some stuff and would come around eventually but it did nothing to cheer you up. You resigned yourself to the fact that he was bored and needed someone to talk to on set that was it. You and Joey still spoke at least once a week even if it was just a quick 'hi how are you?'. You could kick yourself as even when you realized Henry wasn't going to meet up with you, you still began his diorama... Some silly little hope that he might still show but it was unlikely so the diorama was now yours ,you'd planned to make one using your new Netfilx witcher mini's the base was done and you were building up the Styrofoam. The design was going to be a small woodland area with a tiny waterfall running into a stream next to the witchers camp in which the four main characters would sit...Well five including roach. You sighed looking at the blocks of Styrofoam they had been glued down and are now ready to be carved. It had been ready for two weeks but... You suppose it was a little hope that if you didn't start it he would come around like he said. But when Christmas came and went you finally realized he wasn't coming.
Just as you moved to the wall socket and turned on your hot wire cutter you heard the doorbell go frowning you got up dragging your feet as you walked through the kitchen to the hall, as you got closer you could see a huge frame through the frosted glance. It looked a lot like..
"Henry? What are you?" He smiled sheepishly down at you. He chuckled nervously.
"Ah hi y/n...Long time no see?" You crossed you arms at him making him gulp.
"What can I do for you?" You tried keeping your voice even tho inside you were a a quivering mess of irritation anxiety and my god you felt weak in The knees and all the man was doing was standing there!how you even formed words you don't know. Henry the man you'd been pining over was here. He was on your doorstep. And you hadn't let him in what the fuck? why hadn't you invited him in yet?. Pride was the answer, you didn't want to seem desperate. he just straight up ignored you...for months!. You were intent on being angry with him, wanting to give him a piece of your mind. just as you rose your gaze to his you froze.Shit. you gulped eyes softening as you took in his appearance, he looked so anxious and guilty? even then he took your breath away, as gorgeous as you remembered him. he stood a little less confident to what you remembered shoulders slouched his eyes darting around almost as if he was fearful of your reaction, you took a deep breath gripping your front door in a white knuckle grip.He looked to you neighbors door step seeing the nosey old women Mrs Hamlin standing there staring outright, then turned to you going a little red twisting his coat pockets in his hands sighing, sucking it up and started talking.
"Hey I know we haven't been talking its just I ah...well I got a little caught up with the promo tour and that then had to negotiate season two and on the way to the final stop I lost my phone-well I destroyed it really dropped a fucking dumbbell on the thing in the gym..Then Christmas was hectic...Anyway that’s not the point...The point is by the time I got a new phone and found Joeys number and had him send me yours it...I felt like I had left it to long to reply... I wasn't sure if you'd be angry thinking I was ignoring you..." you blinked up at him stunned. That’s why he suddenly stopped he broke his phone and lost you number? You took a step back feeling incredibly stupid. You’d honestly began thinking the worst of him. You felt so bad.
"So...instead of phoning or texting you thought you'd just...come round?" He winced at you tone
"I wanted to talk in person...I wanted you to know I was genuinely sorry...I am sorry I let my anxiety get the better of me...I-I should go" you panicked as he began to turn around and quickly grabbed his arm
"Thank you Henry...You don't owe me anything but you coming here to speak to me means a lot ...I just assumed you were busy...I'll admit I did get a little upset when time went on and you still didn't reply...But now I understand why, we waited for each other to start a conversation again, like a couple  of school kids...Would you like to come in for a coffee?" He grinned wide and nodded glancing to the side eyeing your neighbor who had continued staring at him. You followed his gaze she was really giving him the evil eye.
"What er what is wrong with your neighbor? I mean I knocked on the wrong house but she is kind of freaking me out." You glanced at her and smiled waving
"Morning Mrs Hamlin" she hissed out a pleasant 'go fuck yourself' at you and entered slamming her door. You laughed at Henry's shocked face.
"She's just not a people person...Any way come in your letting all my heat out" you moved to the side letting him enter the small hall closing the door behind him.
"Hang your coat up and I will get some tea on" he did as you asked and followed you to the kitchen then spied your hobby room.
"Is that where you do all your bits?" You smiled nodding as you made the tea
"Yep! Here come in I was just about to start on the witcher one you can help carve, here I'll show you" he followed like a lost puppy paying attention as you began to guide him through the steps letting him carve out the shapes you wanted smiling ear to ear the whole time as you showed him your plan for the scene.
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It took a week but finally the diorama was finished, Henry bless him had found some of the steps tricky resulting in a few cuts and burns from the hot wire cutter but he had enjoyed every second of it.Today was the last day working on the project everything was done and you both looked at it.
"Wow its a lot of steps but...It look so realistic...I loved doing the water ripples using the airgun tho it was genius!" You smiled looking at it then jumped up.
"Not finished yet tho here, I printed them last night." You moved over to a small tub with your Netflix Witcher cast mini's and roach in it, they were in isopropyl  alcohol to clean them up after printing. You'd spent some time re-scaling them to fit the scene you'd just finished. His eye went wide as he saw them.
"Wow...these are from your drawings...How'd you get so much detail...May I?" You nodded to him as he carefully moved them from the tub and inspected them. He was fascinated.
"Thank you so much! Their great...perfect even...I've had so much fun this week" you patted his arm
"Me to big guy, its been nice having someone around to talk to, your really good with a bit more work you’ll be making your own in no time" he moved placing the mini's on the finished diorama then stood back.
"That’s a bit of a stretch don't you think...I'm dreading painting it tho.." you laughed holding your hands up.
"Hey don't look at me I print em you paint em that Mr Cavill was the deal" he rolled his eyes biting his lip. The last week had been above and beyond what he had hoped for. He couldn't help wanting more from you tho, he in a way felt a little selfish he wanted you to himself. He stood tall in front of you contemplating his next move.Should he?. Could he? He knew he wanted to try and pursue you but he still had doubts. You blinked and gulped seeing a heated glint in his eyes that was clouded with anxiety.
"Hen-henry?" He hummed in response his heart just about jumping out of his chest as he moved in slowly noticing you leaning towards him to...Did you want him to kiss you? You looked like you wanted to kiss him... Should he let you kiss him first? Or was he reading this all wrong. Fuck. He couldn't take it his nerves and thoughts buzzing he panicked momentarily and just went for it. Dipping his head quickly he connected his lips to yours tilting his head he moved closer shuffling his feet forward. It took you a few seconds to realize what he was doing but when the shock finally disappeared you moaned into him moving to cup the back of his neck. He grunted pulling back for air taking one large gulp then wrapped himself around you pinning you to between himself and the table, clutching you to his front cradling you against him as you accepted him into your mouth groaning as he was quick to explore, dragging your tongue to dance around his moaning and teasing you letting his hands fall to cup your bottom grabbing the full cheeks rolling them around lightly then pulled back from your mouth. He looked down through half lidded eyes and smiled seeing your dazed expression.
"Well...That was, a long time coming and definitely worth the wait...Hopefully i wont have to wait as long for the next one?" you glowed red at that and wriggled a little freezing noticing he still had a firm grip on your ass. You nodded shyly at him.
"Y-you waited to do that?" He nodded moving his hands up from your ass to your sides smoothing his thumbs across your ribs lightly not willing to let you go for a second.
"Yes..For a long time the others were pestering me but I was shy...Wasn't sure if you'd like me or not...Didn't want to ruin our friendship..." you stuttered looking up into his sparkling eyes seeing him flustered and shy made you feel a little better
"Of course I do!...Had a crush on you for...well a long time but just like you I didn't want to rock the boat" he looked at you shocked then laughed loudly.
"Well now that we both know where we stand would you like to order in we could get your favorite?"
"You know what my favorite food is?" he tilting his head down to yours with a knowing grin taking a deep breath he started listing off a few of you favorite's.
"Of course I do, Chinese is your top sweet and sour chicken chow mein and hors d'oeuvres namely seaweed and prawn toast and Japanese is a close second wagamama's if I remember correctly , your favorite chocolate is Lindor and favorite drink of all time is apple juice" you gaped at him, he had remembered all that.
"Wow I'm impressed you listened to my nervous rambling let alone took anything from it" "I love listening to you, you get so passionate about everything you love its cute..Hard not to pay attention...what do you mean nervous?" you felt all giddy when you realized he had been paying attention as you rambled on about what you thought was random uninteresting things.
"Well I'm always a little nervous around you...I do have a crush on you." he chuckled pulling you closer pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.
"That makes two of us, any way Chinese? My treat?" you jumped up nodding at him definitely up for some take out.
"Absolutely! but I warn you I can eat...Like I EAT." he chuckled moving down to give you one more kiss then pulled away from you to grab his phone to order online.
"And we can watch Netflix" you faltered and smiled up at him impishly causing him to raise a brow.
"I-I err don't have Netflix..." he gaped at you blinking as if you had a second head
"What? how could you not- you worked for them..Have you even watched the witcher yet babe?" you flushed at the pet name...And the embarrassing truth of why you'd avoided watching the show.
"W-Well you see that err...No I haven't...Kind of avoided it to be honest.." he frowned at you, you were so excited about seeing it yet you had...Avoided it?
"Why?" you squirmed under his gaze, the blues peering down you could feel them seeing through you.
"W-Well I...It was hard I really really liked you and then you just stopped talking to me...I was upset and each time I saw you it made me worse...Like I’d been punched in the chest there was no way I was gonna get through episode one with out getting really upset so I didn't watch it..." he swore dropping his phone to the table and wrapped his arms around you tight
"Shit...I'm so so sorry love...I promise not to do that to you again! come here... I've got Netflix I will give you my log in and you can watch it ....Not when I'm around tho not too keen on watching myself much" you grinned at him as he rocked slowly with you
"Okay then deal..Is watching yourself on tv like re-watching old family videos then i take it?" he laughed pulling away nodding
"Yes almost...Maybe not as cringe tho...Now come on go get the tv on I will be in there in a second just need to order this then we can get settled and pick a film" you smiled leaving him with a quick peck then ran down the hall to the sitting room barely containing yourself as it sunk in that he liked you back and this might just be the relationship of a lifetime.
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i know this is mainly a spongebob blog but just curious what’s your other interests? 🙂
Oh I wasn't expecting this 👀 you've opened a can of worms anon!
Hmm spongebob consumes my thoughts a lot of the time but I do like anime. My favorite genre is the magical girl genre which I can't explain why but it's a lot of fun. My favorite magical girl anime was/is cardcaptor Sakura. I adored it as a kid. It got on Netflix during the summer and uhh it changed my opinion. Watching the original dub was shit, it cut out all sorts of details and stuff of the show but watching the true og show. Its messed up. It's weird because I'm between both liking it and hating it. There are still things I like about it but also left a sour taste in my mouth. If there could be a redub where they take out the weird shit would be nice. So anyways futari wa pretty cure is now my new absolutely favorite😔
Other anime I watched was soul eater, I recently finished it. I've been wanting to see it since I missed out seeing it back in middle school and well I adoooore lord death. Also I'm currently watching the 3rd season of Osomatsu-san. The show has been my favorite for years now. It's so rewatchable. My favorite trio of the matsuno boys is Karamatsu, Ichimatsu, and Choromatsu.
I also really like Jojo's bizzare adventure. I remember in high school finishing up rose of versailles. The ending was so sad and I wasn't over it yet. I was still attached to all the characters and my friend was like "you know what you should watch? Jojo" she now admits that was terrible advice and that she doesn't know what she was thinking but I think it was a good idea. Rose of versailles takes place in 18th century France I think? And Jojo begins in late 19th century England. The themes kinda felt close so it was easy to transition into except Jojo was really comedic and enjoyable. Speedwagon is best waifu.
I do recommend Rose of Versailles. It's so dramatic and extra. The sheer drama of avoiding talking to someone for weeks but then being forced to wish someone a happy new year and then having a mental breakdown?? Good shit.
I enjoyed cartoons a lot for a time. Like Steven Universe, Gravity Falls, Adventure Time and Infinity Train, over the garden wall. I've sort of fell out of love with cartoons? The fandoms are so toxic that it makes it hard to enjoy. I know that fandoms don't ruin the show itself but definitely takes away from the experience. I enjoy discussions of shows and the vibe gets killed by the sheer bitterness and fake woke hot takes of people. I can talk a lot about this but I don't really want to.
I still kinda want to watch owl house. Maybe when it gets added to Disney+.
Some cartoons I liked a lot is Ruby Gloom and the 90s spiderman cartoon.
The 90s spiderman cartoon is crazy. I recommend watching. It has better continuity than most anime with the most craziest plot lines?? I can't believe it. The 90s marvel cartoons was the original MCU. The 90s spiderman finale episode is the original Into the spiderverse. I looove this show. It was my first favorite show before Spongebob.
I enjoy music, I've mentioned before my favorite genre is horror rock. I like the ghastly ones but I really adore creature feature. They're my favorite band of all time. I can go on talking about them or their side project Rufus rex. I also like oingo boingo. I like to draw Danny elfman in his oingo boingo days or his cool demon costumes. I also like Alesana? Each album is like a story that goes together so its fun to put them together and figure out the whole overarching story though I think they already published a book about it but I never came around to reading it yet. I also like Siouxie and the banshees, Leslie Gore, lemon demon, Cab Calloway, dead or alive. There are some bands I do like that are a bit problematic that I wouldn't recommend. I'm not paying for it but I feel like it would still contribute to them if I said I liked them or something.
I've mentioned before I liked a lot of Tim Burton movies which is true. I don't like him though as an individual. It kinda hurts how he said people like me don't fit the aesthetic of his movies and I grew up adoring his movies and aesthetic and everything. I think it's crazy. Anyways if you want to watch some for free just type "x movie name google drive" now you can enjoy all his movies without paying for it.
Anyways Danny Elfman made all his movies 💅 💅
My favorite movie from him was the live action Alice in Wonderland movie which I know isn't the best quality but nostalgia?? This movie hits different and I can't explain why. I also liked batman returns.
I like other movies like Coraline, and other movies.
Persepolis is one of my most favorite movie of all time. I also enjoy the persepolis comics. Idk it just hits so hard, its a biography of the author in comic form but her experiences was so relatable. I very much recommend.
I like studio ghibli movies, and anything under the genre of horror comedy. I'm a huge softie who likes soft cute things like I watched beetlejuice movie and I latched onto Adam and Barbara hard. Partially because I crushed on both but also because they were too cute. A couple that doesn't follow usual marriage stereotypes and genuinely loved each other? And how much they love their daughter Lydia?? How much they protect her like she was their own? My heaaart. I don't like the musical specifically because of how hard they nerfed them. I also watched the fly because Geena Davis was in it and she's just super pretty.
I like watching the Lupin the third movies.
I like vintage movies like Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton. My friend joked about how your parents introduce these movies to you because vintage movies were things they watched in their home country. Yeah that's pretty much it.
Also vintage horror movies. Have you ever seen the 1930s Dracula with Bela Lagosi? Its more funny than scary. Renfield got yeeted down the stairs.
I also like fashion. Some styles I like are from the early 90s, the 80s and 40s. I like the big shoulder look. I actually got my mom's leather trenchcoat from the early 90s with shoulderpads and I really love it. It's so extra but fun.
I also love cats, rats and corvids. Cats are free serotonin. Rats are super cute. Crows, ravens and magpies are all cuties. Its hard to pick a favorite from them. If you're friends with me then expect to be spammed with videos of crows, cats, and rats.
These are things I could think of off the top of my head. Its pretty much rambling but I hope you enjoy💜😜
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Yes! Pretty Cure 5 Episodes 25-49 + Movie
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So... this happened.
This second half of Yes! 5 was... boring.
Yeah, it had its moments, but overall? It was pretty lackluster. And, I know Yes isn't the most eventful season, as I mentioned on the first post, this is a character-focused show so the plot won't move much until it needs to, proof of that is the Pinky collecting thing that is never on the front seat and when we see it they are in the final 4 episodes and there's only one missing for them to complete the collection. The thing is that the characters part was pretty... problematic?
I don't know if it's because they knew a second season would be coming that they decided to go very light in character development in order to focus on something else, but this second half lacked a lot in this department. Again, they had great moments, Milk, Karen, and Rin probably got the best development out of the cast, but when we look at everything together we see that there were still things that lacked quite a bit.
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Another thing that was weird was the timing for the villains, the pacing in which a new villain would come and an old one would go was very weird, there were villains we spent more time with than we should and there were villains that we didn't get enough time to leave an impression and you can say that the precure stuff is actually the less important part of Yes so this isn't that big of a deal, but it's still an element that is present so I think it's okay for me to complain about it. Also, I kinda dislike how they ended the villains, not the part of sealing Despariah and such, but they were going for a "let's talk our way out of this" approach and they were building up for a good moment but they brought Kawarino back for that moment and it kinda ruined it.
But the thing I hated the most, and that made it almost unbearable for me to watch in this second half, was the whole romance thing. Pick everything I said about it in the first post, multiply that for 10, and that's pretty much how I felt about it in this second half. On the first portion it was bad, but in the second half this gets horrible, they shove you the romance thing in the face in whatever opportunity they have and it's just hideous. They made an entire episode where the conflict was Nozomi being jealous of Coco. They had an episode about marriage and each girl fantasized about their wedding and in Nozomi's fantasy Coco was the freaking groom. Heck, they even made something romantic out of a ghost. This was gross, this is definitely the worst aspect of Yes, and because it was so present in this second half I've lost a lot of my interest for this season.
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But not everything was worse, in comparison with the first half, the animation has gotten a lot better, there are still ugly drawings and clunky animation, but they improved a lot. Also, the action got better, the attack spam is still there, but they had more fights, they were more creative which made things more fun. Heck, they made Aqua joust with one of the villains in one episode and that was freaking cool. Also, I like that despite having a group attack they only use it to defeat the generals so it feels like something that is very powerful and special and I think this is something we've been missing in precure lately. So, as I said, not everything was worse.
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I think that's all I have for general comments, let's jump down to the characters.
It was hard to follow Nozomi around, everything related to her character ended up being about Coco. She was there for her friends and everything, but still, every decision her character made was centered around Coco, even when she finally chose a dream to pursue, that dream was because of Coco, and it's sad that a character with so much potential was reduced to just a planet orbiting around this freaking mascot.
Rin was a bit complicated, I think they've picked the "precure of passion" thing a little too literal and almost all Rin focused episodes had a romantic thing involved. They never pair her with anyone, which is great, but is kinda sad her whole thing was just that, we didn't get to see her interact with her family, we didn't get to see her playing futsal, the bare development we got for her was while she was with Karen as they started to tighten their bond inside their friendly rivalry, which was awesome, don't get me wrong, but I wish she had gotten more. But I like that she decided to be an accessory/jewelry designer as her dream because it wasn't the most obvious path for her, or for a red cure for that matter.
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Poor Urara got a bit faded, I can't remember much of what she has done in this latter half. She remains great and all, and she had a very sweet bonding episode with Komachi near the end, but other than that she didn't do much other than just tag along for most of these episodes. And that's pretty sad, in the first half she was my favorite character but after this part where her light was a bit dimmed I'm afraid she may have lost the position.
Komachi had a similar situation as Nozomi, a lot of what she has done had Nuts influence on it, but I think it worked better with her because her entire goal wasn't to get together with Nuts, it was more like he was always hanging around her rather than she pursuing her. It's still an awful relationship because it's an adult and a kid, and Nuts freaking sucks as a human, but it didn't offend me as much. Also, Komachi got to do more stuff that didn't necessarily have to be involved with Nuts, we got to see more of her friendship with Karen, she grown closer to Urara and now wants to write a play/script/story that she can act, and she got great interactions with Rin because the whole telling scary stories thing. So I think her deal was more balanced.
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The best of this second half, at least to me, was Karen. She was freaking awesome, I like that they paired her with Milk, it seemed like a relationship that shouldn't work because I didn't see how they could bond, but it was great, and I like that was something that was escalating slowly and it reached its peak in the episode where Milk gets sick and Karen wants to take care of her. Karen and Rin were also great, as I mentioned. I wasn't really into their rivalry in the first half but they got to work it very well here in this portion of the series, it evolved from just a dumb thing to an "I have a strong personality, just like you, and I have this vision of world about something that I won't let go of it, but I respect you and I know how to hear you and comprehend you points", it's a simple but complex thing that worked very well and that I'm glad they went with this route for these two.
Milk was also a tricky character, she was unbearable whenever she interacted with Nozomi (though she had a few points some times), she was in the mix of fun and obnoxious whenever the thing was about Coco and Nuts, and she was absurdly cute when she and Karen tagged along, so her character was a bit of a roller-coaster. I think by now I like her because I understand she just wants to be useful to the people she likes and it's a feeling I can relate too, but I admit she has her problems and she can be a handful to deal with.
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Coco and Nuts shouldn't exist, they don't have an arc, they don't have development, they don't have a purpose, they're there just to push this ridiculous romantic bullshit that we don't need. Heck, Masuko Mika did in a single episode more than these double-sided plushies did in 49 episodes and a movie, she grew, she developed, she was fun, we should've got more of her and less of them. Thinking about them makes me pissed, thinking about how they're basically two different persons in their fairies and human forms because they wanna hammer down the idea that they're attractive makes me want to jump in front of a truck. I freaking hate them. Sorry, not sorry.
I wanted to talk about the villains, but there's pretty much nothing to be said. Like, from Bunbees subordinates that remained, they were already doing extra hour at this point, Bunbee being relocated to a new section but with less power seemed like could be fun but they didn't do much with it, the new staff introduced could've been great, but they were around for such a short amount of time, I think Bloody had only 4? episode where he acted as the villain, that's less than Pissard and Karehan got and they were the level 1 bosses, it was pretty ridiculous. Kawarino was cool, I think he's very scary and very creepy, but they kinda ruined him when they gave him his monster form, that wasn't 50% as intimidating as "human" Kawarino was. And Despariah was a letdown, she seemed so powerful and menacing but then her wish was to be immortal because she wanted to be young forever? I know this could be their attempt to make an allegory to how beauty standards are very oppressive to women, but this was in 2007 and I don't know if they would do that so early on in the franchise.
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I was going to wrap things up now, but I managed to watch the movie before the post went out even though I forgot to download it together with the episodes, so here are my thoughts in the movie.
The Mirror Kingdom's Miraculous Adventure!
This is going to be short, I promise. This movie was a mixed bag, I was entertained, but this could've been way better. The concept of the Dark Precure is great, and they look amazing, but I feel like they weren't used to their full potential, first because it takes quite sometime before the five of them attack, and also the fact they keep cutting the battles to show everyone else kinda weakens them because I couldn't really feel how menacing or how their psyche was. Shadow was pretty bland, and the movie fairies were also very whatever, but the plot was very decent if we ignore the miracle light portion. But the thing this movie does that I can't forgive them is that they give all cures a power-up but they don't fight in that form, they just perform their attack, and that was very anti-climatic, especially considering the action for this movie was quite good
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Wrapping up, Yes! Pretty Cure 5 is a decent season, it tried to do something different and that's worthy of praise, sadly they took some dumb decisions about the things they wanted to work, It's fun and has good characters but the romance element ruins it a lot, It's probably my least favorite of the four seasons I've covered so far. Thankfully they have another season so they can pull a Max Heart and be incredible so I'm both hopeful and excited for starting GoGo in the next week. What are your thoughts about Yes! 5? Share them with me in the comments. Thank you so much for sticking with me and reading this insanely huge post, I really appreciate it. I'll see you all around. Bye-bye~
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Icicles
.A small fic set in the 80′s; probably like 1984 ish.
Edward visits Étienne.
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Étienne was wearing too many layers.
Sure it was winter and probably cold but no one should be wearing a fully zipped up jacket, toque and scarf ensemble inside the airport, Edward thought.
“Why are you dressed for an arctic expedition?” Edward asked his friend.
Étienne’s voice was muffled by the scarf, “Because I have a slight cold.”
“This is overkill.” Edward teased, “Do you need my jacket as well?”
“Non.” Étienne sneezed then added, “not yet.”
They were heading away from the airport in a taxi, Étienne apparently not patient enough to wait for a bus.
Edward had packed light, he had managed to establish a Drawer for his Montreal clothes at Étienne’s, an accomplishment he tried not to think about too hard (but which, if he could admit to himself, he was delighted over). He had noticed in the brief interim that they had been outside that it was not that cold, and he figured it was probably just an Étienne thing that the man was dressed in so many layers.
It was only when Edward won the fight of paying the entire cab fare that he felt something was off with the other man.
This was confirmed as they entered Étienne’s place, and the man was refusing to de-layer his clothes.
“Étienne, it’s hot as Hades here, and you’re trying to put on another sweater – alright what’s going on – did you get a shitty tattoo? Do you have scarlet fever?” Edward huffed feeling very annoyed at his friend, his hands reaching out to bat the sweater away.
It was like unwrapping a wriggling child, dodging, and weaving away from him, as Edward firmly grabbed one end of the scarf and unwound it from his friend’s face.
Étienne’s eyes were red, his nose was red and dripping, his cheeks flushed, and he looked as if he had just crawled out of the frosty pits of Niflheim.
“Jesus Christ you look like shit.”
“Thank you Eddy I appreciate the commentary.”  Edward realized Étienne sounded weird because his nose was plugged. Étienne grabbed the scarf and rewrapped it around his face. He did however concede in removing his jacket.
“So uh can I assume we’re not going to the club tonight?”
“Excuse me? Obviously we still are, you flew out to have a good time and I’m-” Étienne had to pause to hack a lung out, “am going to show you a good time!” he did a dramatic arm flourish, over tilted, banged into the wall, cried out in pain, and then nobly righted himself, attempting a more subdued ‘we are totally going out and getting dick’ pose.
“No we’re not.” Edward said firmly as he finished taking off his boots, “We are going to stay in.”
“Eddy!! Even if I don’t go out you should go out, you didn’t come all this way to just sit on my couch and watch TV.” Étienne protested as the other man gently guided him to the couch.
Giving his friend a Look, Edward said darkly, “Do you think I fly my ass all the way out to your beautiful city to see some guy’s cock?”
“Well, you always complain that you can’t really do the same stuff in Edmonton so, yeah. I guess. You come here to get tail and I don’t blame you. Nor do I want to hold you back. And I don’t want you to get sick!”
Edward was busy firmly tucking a blanket around Étienne, ensuring that max cozy was achieved.
Étienne was still fussing, and unthinkingly, Edward leant forward and gave the other man a small kiss on the forehead to calm him down. It immediately worked.
“I’m not worried about that. Anyways. Just so you know. I happen to haul myself these many miles to see you. Since you are, you know… my friend. Now I am going to make you a hot drink, and then get take-out, ok? Wong’s is still open, yeah?”
Étienne nodded.
“And if you move from the couch for any reason other than going to bed or peeing, I will look not happily upon that.”
“Ok maudit mardeux.”
XXX
When Edward returned with take-out (he had gotten a lot, with the plan that the leftovers would tide them over for a couple days), he was happy to see that Étienne was still on the couch, the mug of hot tea in his hands, still slowly sipping.
“Eddy,” Étienne turned a plaintive look to the man, looking at the giant bags of take-out, “I’m suffering… can you get me some tissues?”
“Sure, sorry for not getting you them before I left.” Setting the take-out on the coffee table, Edward went in search of the tissues. He also figured the other man would want a personal garbage, and while he was at it, he also grabbed two bowls and cutlery.
Returning, Edward immediately worried as the other man was crying.
Étienne had moved out of his blanket fortress, one of the take-out bags were open, and before him was a round Styrofoam container, lid off, gently steaming.
“How did you know?”  he asked quietly. Soft teary eyes looked at Edward; a look that could almost be classified as tender.
Edward looked at Étienne in confusion. “Know what?”
“That I love hot and spicy soup when sick.”
“Because you once wrote me five pages of a letter dedicated to Wong’s hot and spicy soup and how it cured you of the bubonic plague, Étienne.”
“I… I don’t remember that.”
“Judging from your spelling I think you were still high off soup or something,” Edward paused as he watched his friend happily slurp the soup, “However I greatly enjoyed reading it… even if it didn’t quite make sense, especially that weird part where you tried to rhyme in iambic pentameter.”
“I have no fucking memory of this. You’re bullshitting me right? Iambic pentameter? You’re gonna have to show me this letter.”
“Only if you promise not to destroy it,” Edward teased. “Plus, hold on let me see if I can remember.” Edward sat down beside the other man, setting down the items, and then moving to help himself to the food. “Shall I travel the world for a potion? Nay, for the cure exists in Montreal. Dew of the gods in comparison pales. For yea the cure is at Wong’s; Hot and Spicy.”
“Oh my god that’s not even good,” Étienne choked slightly, and then coughed, “That last part isn’t even proper iambic pentameter.”
Edward shrugged, “Hey, you at least tried. I nearly hurt myself laughing, and I mmmmmmaaaaybe hung that up on my fridge to look at for a solid week.”
Étienne narrowed his eyes, “You better watch out Murphy, I’m sure we both have an arsenal of blackmail material in our decades of letters.”
“When did one’s life and feelings become blackmail material, Maisonneuve?” Edward quietly teased, his gaze focused to the news report on the television. The low murmur of the day’s events filling up the strange gap between them.
Étienne blew on the soup and then took a slurp. Slyly he asked, “So that letter where you drew images of your favourite buffalo can be shown to anyone?”
Edward quickly looked at Étienne, “That image was only for you ok – not for the world!”
“But it’s so cute, if I had had a refrigerator at the time it would have gone on that. Though I guess I have one now I can put it up.” Étienne paused, frowned, “Actually, Eddy, you haven’t really drawn anything for me in a while. Why did you stop?”
“Because…” Edward was surprised to find he did not have a ready answer. Life got busy? He got more self conscious? It was something that had simply fallen to the wayside without him noticing? He had grown up and decided drawing was a childish thing? “Huh. I guess I just stopped.”
His friend was wiggling, that wiggle he did when he had one of his brilliant ideas.
“’Tienne, what is it?”
“Since I am so sick, and dying, you should entertain me by drawing me a story!”
“A story?”
“Yeah! One about… buffalo.”
“Draw on what?”
“Oh uhm, let me get you-“
“Just tell me. You stay put… but can we eat first?”
“…Fine… but you are going to draw me a story.  Even if it’s in crayon, ok?”
“Yes sir,” Edward laughed, “So do I get any hot and spicy soup?”
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“Once upon a time there was beautiful prairie, where the sound of the drums was the heartbeat of the land. Upon the prairie roamed the buffalo, strong majestic animals in whose footsteps sprung new life.”
As he drew the story, Edward narrated. The art items he found were pencil crayons and a pad of paper. The buffalo on the green grass was probably akin to a five year old’s drawing, but as he glanced over to his friend, who looked absolutely thrilled and despite suffering from a sort of plague, who was sparkling in happiness that this was even taking place, it was worth it.
“There was a very tiny calf, whose legs still wobbled.” Edward added little shaky lines to his badly drawn tiny calf, “who got separated from the herd.”
“Edward if this is going to be a sad story I want you to stop now.” Étienne interrupted.
“Shhh.” Edward settled in more, as he paused in his story telling to draw the next page. “This calf, whose name was Stardreamer, had gotten separated from the herd when following a butterfly to a small river. When Stardreamer realized he was no longer with his mother, he called and called, but got no reply.”
“Eddy…”
“Instead a wily old Magpie appeared, letting out  a cheeky laugh. Stardreamer attempted to hide, and stayed very still as the Magpie flew down and sat upon him.
<Fear not little one,> the Magpie said, as it began to pick ticks off the calf, <I am a friend.>”
As the story progressed, Edward found himself adding more twists and turns, and what was originally supposed to be only ten pages it became thirty. Étienne’s full rapt attention was addictive, and the man’s slightly wet eyes when Stardreamer reunited with the herd he found endearing.
The story of Stardreamer continued throughout the week as the two of them, instead of simply vegging out and watching movies, found themselves cooped up as the snow piled up outside. The only times Edward left was to get more food and to shovel the sidewalk (which apparently dumbfounded Étienne, who informed Edward that clearing the sidewalk was the city’s job, to which Edward rolled his eyes and asked if the people of Montreal were suddenly missing arms and shovels, which then lead to a heated debate of the role of the city when it came to snow, a debate which kept popping up).
As the week progressed, Étienne got better, his nose less plugged, his body less feverish.
As the week progressed however, Edward began to display the same symptoms of illness that Étienne had had. Something he attempted to hide from the other man… rather unsuccessfully.
He had taken himself to the washroom to blow his nose, only to bang his elbow on the wall when Étienne’s voice spoke up from the other side of the door separating them.
<Eddy, I’m so sorry, I never meant to invite you over and then give you the plague.>
Cursing and rubbing his elbow, Edward was silent a moment, then said, <I do not have the plague, it’s allergies.> This lie was quickly laid to rest as he started having a severe coughing attack. One severe enough that Étienne forced open the bathroom door to stride in and sit Edward down on the edge of the bath, gently rubbing the other man’s back as the coughing fit eventually passed.
As Edward struggled to breath, his nose and throat plugged up, his eyes red rimmed, Étienne shook his head. <Looks like it’s my turn to take care of you.>
Blowing his nose, Edward sniffled. Rubbing his forehead he managed to croak out, <I’m supposed to fly out.>
<Hmmmm, are you well enough to travel? Are you able to rebook?>
Edward was too busy coughing to respond.
<Will they even let you onto the airplane, Édouard?>
Edward shrugged, “I dunno.”
“If you insist on returning…” Étienne paused <I will simply have to travel with you. Make sure you don’t faint on the way.>
Looking over to his friend, his expression a mixture of surprised misery, Edward croaked, “You’d really do that?”
Raising one eyebrow, Étienne quietly responded <You are sick and my responsibility. I would be unable to rest at the thought of you travelling alone in such a condition.>
It was unclear whether it was the fever or something else that caused Edward’s cheeks to flush, as he looked away, his slumped shoulders relaxing, as he leant into the other man.
The only sound was his struggle to breathe, until finally he murmured, “I’ll rebook.”
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The Big Read – Lewis Capaldi: “I make jokes because I’m comfortable with who I am”
The breakout star of 2019, Lewis Capaldi has the midas touch and the world at his feet – but he still likes talking about his pubes and dreams of meeting a girl who'll break his heart for real. NME Deputy Editor Dan Stubbs meets the cocksure 23-year-old in Dublin for a Buckfast sesh and quickly discovers a legitimately hilarious talent who's far from the “big fucking annoying cunt” he thinks he is.
Lewis Capaldi is miming a range of sporting activities. He bounces an invisible basketball around the stage. He boots an imaginary football into the crowd. And after some minutes of this, he poses with an imaginary dart in his hand. Every time he mimes pulling back to throw it, he changes his mind and walks over to take a sip of Guinness instead – to the delight of the crowd. When he finally throws the thing, they roar with approval, before goading him into downing the rest of his pint. And of course: he does. 
It’s November 21 at the Olympia Theatre, Dublin. So far Capaldi has spent 10 minutes playing three songs and 15 minutes doing what, in the most affectionate terms, can only be described as dicking about. It shouldn’t be this funny to watch, but it really is. And the price of witnessing this spectacle? Depends when you got your tickets. A tout offered to take NME’s off our hands for €500 outside the venue. 
A year ago this may have sounded like madness, a sign that the world was heading to hell in a handcart and we’d be closing out the decade in a post-apocalyptic new reality, eating boot leather and watching jesters for entertainment. But in 2019, Lewis Capaldi has proved, conclusively, that what the world was waiting for was a pasty-faced, pasty-loving, 23-year-old Scot with an act that’s 50 percent heartbroken balladry and 50 percent improv comedy. And it is a worldwide thing – Capaldi is a global hit, a bona fide phenomenon. A superstar whose first encounter with NME is backstage, hurtling along the corridor clutching a handful of items. “Got my passport, my acid reflux tablets and my water – and that’s all I need!” he says, whizzing past. “And now, I’m off for a small pish.”
When listing Capaldi’s many 2019 achievements, they start to lose meaning, like contemplating distances in space, or making sense of the costings in the Labour manifesto. But here are a few: The Brits’ Critics Choice award. A Number One album with ‘Divinely Uninspired To A Hellish Extent’. A Number One single with ‘Someone You Loved’ in much of Europe, the US and the UK, where it spent seven weeks at the top. The hardest touring artist of the year, playing over 250 shows. A scene-stealing Glastonbury appearance.
If you’re to believe the stories in the Scottish tabloid press, Capaldi’s music can practically cure leprosy. He’s even had a beef with Noel Gallagher, once a mark of honour, but now a tussle with adversary so easily shot down it’s a bit like watching the moment someone first beats their dad in an arm wrestle. 
Yesterday brought news that Capaldi been nominated for Best Song at The Grammys, which in early career terms is the equivalent of being up for the Best Actor Oscar for your school production of Macbeth. “I’m up against Billie Eilish, Lady Gaga, Lizzo, H.E.R., Lana Del Rey, Taylor Swift…” he says. So he’s in there representing the men? “Yes, at long last!” he jokes. “At long last, straight white men finally have representation.”
“If I’m being honest, I did think ‘Old Town Road’ would be nominated,” he says, being serious now. “Maybe if I win I’ll Kanye myself. ‘This should have gone to ‘Old Town Road’! (But I am going to keep it)…’”
Capaldi is an expert at shrugging off his achievements. His unfaltering humility is a huge part of his appeal but even he concedes it’s starting to seem a bit forced. “When I read my interviews back, I always think if I wasn’t me I’d think: ‘you’re full of shite’,” he says. “Like, stop saying you can’t believe it. You can believe it! But it is so surreal and it seems like almost quarterly it kicks up a notch. Like, yesterday with the Grammys, yet again all this shit’s getting more and more mental, more beyond belief.”
Capaldi watched the Grammy nominations on his laptop, which was resting on his chest with the screen close to his face – a set-up he describes as his “home cinema” – and he admits he did get properly excited at the news. Mostly, though, he tends to find himself reacting to things how he thinks he should. 
“I’ve got a very bad way of being like, So you’re supposed to feel this way in this moment,” he says. Like when someone passes away? “Exactly, yeah. Like, four months after my grandma passed away, I’m like, ‘Fuck, my grandma’s died,’ and I’m in Somerfield or something. I mean, not in Somerfield, because it’s not been open for fucking years.”
Capaldi even plays down the success of ‘Someone You Loved’, the song that scored him the Grammy nod. In his eyes, it’s just “one of my songs that’s doing a little bit better than the rest”, but it’s already become a popular standard to sit alongside Robbie Williams’s ‘Angels’ or Adele’s ‘Someone Like You’, one of those tracks that will be soundtracking marriages and burials for years to come. Which of those would he prefer it be used for? “Burials,” he says, with no hesitation. “Don’t start falling in love to my fucking music, right? See if I see people kissing at my shows, fucking stop that! These are sad songs, you bastards.”
Like Lewis himself, a large part of the charm of ‘Someone You Loved’ is its absolute universality, which is not to say it’s banal, more that everyone who has lost someone at some point in their lives – which is most of us – can identify with it. For Lewis, it was the aforementioned loss of his grandmother that proved the catalyst for the song, but he made it more open to romantic interpretation because it felt “too morbid” to write explicitly about. 
And it didn’t come easily. Where other songwriters boast about dashing off huge hits in barely the time it takes to play them, Capaldi admits to labouring over his compositions. Writing songs, he says, is “a massive pain in the fucking arse sometimes”.
“Growing up I read interviews with people like Paul Weller, Paul McCartney – all the Pauls – and they’d say the best songs just sort of fall in your lap,” he says. “After six months at the piano writing ‘Someone You Loved’ I’m like, ‘You fucking lying bastards, that’s taken me fucking ages.’”
Many of Capaldi’s songs, which he endearingly describes as ranging from “big piano ballads to bigger piano ballads” draw on his first major relationship which – you may have guessed – is no longer a going concern. But it wasn’t a dramatic event. “Adele wrote her album about a relationship breaking up in a bad way, being jilted I think,” he says. “I wrote mine about a relationship that just ended, just fizzled out. I’d love to be jilted by someone, then I could be as successful as Adele.”
I ask if he worries that – at 23 – he doesn’t have a great deal of life experience to draw on. “I spent my entire life writing this first album,” he says, “but the stuff I’ve experienced in the last year has been much more of a growing experience than living in my mum and dad’s house in fucking West Lothian.”
How about the fact that his next girlfriend, whoever she may be, will be on different terms, it being impossible for her not to know she’s dating Lewis Capaldi the world famous pop star? “Well, I don’t know. It’s not like I’m Justin Bieber,” he says. “Today was the first time I’ve ever got out of the car at a venue and someone screamed. Normally people just shout something at me that I’ve said on Instagram about my pubes. I guess, at worst, my next partner would think I’m one way because they’ll hear the songs and think I seem very nice and level headed, but then find out I’m not.”
What’s the reality?
“Big fucking annoying cunt.”
It’s slightly unfair to question the depth of Capaldi’s life experience, because at the age most of us were familiarising ourselves with yo-yos, pogs or fidget spinners (delete as appropriate), Lewis was embarking on his music career. He began performing at 11, largely in pubs and clubs in the conurbation between Glasgow and Edinburgh where he grew up. The experience of having to hold his own in intimidating spaces at such a young age probably explains much about his easiness around people. 
“I found that at 11 it was, ‘Oh he’s quite cute, he came and stood up here and he’s doing very well.’ When I got to 14, 15 and my voice changed and I lost any remnants of cuteness – which as you can tell have not returned to me – that’s when I started to pick up a bit of the patter. You get to know your way about how to speak to people.” 
Around that time, Capaldi actively worked on changing his vocal style to something more like the wolfy howl we hear today. What was once a ”high and smooth” voice had broken. Inspired by Paolo Nutini and Joe Cocker, Capaldi added some gravel. “I thought it would be a good idea to put a bit of rasp in, to make it sound even more terrible,” he says.
For years we’ve been force-fed sensitive young men-next-door with beanie hats, beards or lumberjack shirts singing to us about their problems. In a quest for authenticity, they’ve presented themselves as troubled, serious souls. Capaldi, meanwhile, has given us the sensitive songs with a side order of toilet humour and the kind of prolific, creative swearing worthy of The Thick Of It‘s Malcolm Tucker, as played by his distant cousin Peter Capaldi. 
Stand-up comedians often make a point of referring to the most funny-looking thing about themselves as an icebreaker with the audience, a way of getting them on side. Capaldi has the same trick – there’s not a single thing about his looks or his music you could say that he hasn’t beaten you to. Try and come up something better than saying he looks like “a melting hippo”, we dare you. 
He has zero pretence – he’s a guy who can literally piss himself on stage and laugh it off. “That only happened once,” he says. “And I’ve always been like that, even back in school. If I was meeting someone for the first time I’d be like, ‘Hello, how are you? I’ve got diarrhoea and I could spew or I could blow at any moment. It puts me at ease, being honest.’”
“People think I make jokes because I’m uncomfortable,” he adds. “Actually, it’s the opposite – I make jokes because I’m comfortable with who I am. I say that I’m a chubby bastard because I am a chubby bastard.”
I put it to him that, possibly, he may be the first body-positive male icon – an important thing given Capaldi is part of a generation of young men who feel under enormous pressure to have an Insta-chiselled body. “I don’t know if I can accept that, because I probably don’t use the correct vernacular,” he says. “It’s probably not good to call yourself a chubby cunt, but it’s never been something that’s bothered me. I’ve been a very slim man, I’ve been a man who’s gone to the gym, but even when I’ve done that someone calls you fat anyway, whether it’s your ma, your da, your best pal.”
Capaldi hasn’t, as of yet, had any sort of pop star makeover. He still looks like a kid who’s moved out of home for the first time and is stacking up the washing to take to mum’s. He does, however, have a personal trainer on tour and has been exercising every day. “It’s more of a mental health thing,” he says. “It gives me energy and keeps me happy. I mean, when I’m actually doing it I fucking hate it so much, but it feels better after.”
I ask how his mental health is bearing up to his new everyday reality, an extraordinary experience for anyone to process. “That’s what I think about taking the piss out of things,” he says. “I take the piss out of doing things on stage and how mental it is because you have to, because it stops you getting caught up in it. Summer last year I started having massive panic attacks. I was supposed to do Austin City Limits but I had to cancel because I was just having panic attack after panic attack, and I thought I had something seriously wrong with me, because I’m a bit of a hypochondriac. And I went and got a fucking MRI scan. But they said I was just anxious, just recalibrating to this new fucking lifestyle. So I said, right, cancel everything for three weeks, and no one gave me any shit for it.”
At showtime, the atmosphere at tonight’s gig offers a glimpse of the bubble Capaldi is living in these days. The Olympia is a grand old theatre and Capaldi could probably have sold it out 50 times over; the reaction from the crowd is something like Lewmania. 
Afterwards, we head backstage again, where I’m ushered into a room containing about a dozen members of Capaldi’s family. I’m plonked on a chair right in the middle, handed a massive wine glass full of Buckfast by his cousin and grilled by his dad, a fishmonger and the very driest of wits, about my intentions for this article. He’s seriously proud of his boy, having supported him since the very beginning, even playing the supportive parent role when Lewis auditioned for Britain’s Got Talent aged 12. 
The afterparty moves to a private room at a nearby pub. Lewis’s hulking great cousin – the one who brought the Buckfast – is getting the shots in. His auntie is looking on, concerned, as two girls chat him up at the same time. “He’s only a wee one,” she mutters. While his friends and family enjoy the party and a certain NME journalist accidentally smashes the first of a series of glasses, feeling the effects of downing that Buckfast in an ill-advised attempt to curry favour with the family, Lewis makes his final rounds then politely excuses himself, looking a bit hangdog about it. He has another big show tomorrow. Sad to leave your own party, you imagine.
At points in the interview, Capaldi had been making a short, forced coughing noise, which he shrugged off as nothing. But the next week, he cancels a number of shows on health grounds, having been warned by his doctor that he risks losing his voice altogether if he doesn’t take action. In the end, he plays just four more gigs of the UK leg of the tour – in London, Edinburgh and twice in Glasgow for the homecoming finale. All further activities are cancelled by management, including a follow-up NME interview, but he is sent to complete the year’s touring commitments in the States before heading home for a well-earned few days celebrating Christmas with his family, which he says typically involves plenty of booze and lots of piss-taking. If you think you’re feeling ready for the break today, spare a thought for Lewis.
Next year looks to be just as busy as this one. He is, right now, just about the most in-demand young man in the world. At some point, he’ll have to start thinking about his next album too. “I don’t know what the fuck it’s going to sound like, I don’t know what the fuck it’s going to be,” he says. “Ballads, havin’-it tunes, I don’t know. I’ve got voice notes, melodies, stuff like that, but that’s just me and an acoustic guitar.” 
Considering what he said about his hypochondria, it’s likely the idea of losing his voice is weighing heavily on Capaldi’s mind. But he’s already decided there’s a backlash coming anyway. “You do get warned, as you’re coming up: ‘By the way, everyone’s gonna turn on you pretty soon’,” he says. “I guess I’m always just kind of waiting for it. I’m very doomsday. Like, if it’s not happened yet, it’s gonna come. And I can’t wait for the downfall!”
He might be surprised. People have plenty of different reactions to Capaldi’s music, but it’s pretty much impossible to find someone who doesn’t think he seems like a bloody great bloke.
And besides – if he ever finds he can’t sing, he’d make a killing at The Fringe as a physical comic. 
The extended edition of ‘Divinely Uninspired To A Hellish Extent’ is out now
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Thoughts on the finale of Shadowhunters
So I know I’m like, 7 months late. But I just watched the series finale of Shadowhunters and I want to express my feelings about things. 
Firstly, I want to acknowledge that they were given 2 extra episodes to finish their show and I want to applaud them, because I think it ended up not horrible. But you also just have to be aware that they were probably planning on at least 10 more episodes to tell the story of the 6th book.  Also I want to acknowledge that any memory I had of the 5th and 6th books has mostly disappeared so I don’t remember how a lot of things went down in that universe. 
Now, I have to say that I appreciated the tone of 3x22. I thought it was a little funny that they defeated Lillith all before the opening sequence, but all the scenes immediately after the opening sequence felt like a soft epilogue. All of the main couples were finally together, finding happiness despite the evil that still lurked outside. 
The wedding in particular impressed me. Most show like this I’ve seen with weddings (@the CW) always use the wedding as some kind of plot point. Either they are using it to draw out a villain or there is some other anxiety causing event surrounding the entire thing, to the moment that you can’t enjoy the wedding at all. Shadowhunters allowed Magnus and Alec’s wedding to be just that, a wedding. And also a tool for their epilogue, to let characters say things that needed to be said, to give us glimpses of their endings (Raphael Santiago is going to be a priest? I cried) and it really felt like the closure we needed. 
That being said, after a little while of sweet closure, we had to have Clary loose everything she had fought so hard to save. And then a freaking TIME JUMP.  I have a few issues with this part of the episode
Why did no one notice that her runes were disappearing? You think you would notice if your friends entire forearm was suddenly void of the dark tattoos that are normally there.
As someone else pointed out, the letter they show on the screen says something completely different from the voice over. Either it’s just a lazy mistake, and they had a different ending planned, then changed their minds and only changed the voice over, or there’s something else going on or... idk. That was confusing. 
Where the heck did Clary go? She walks outside of the institute and into a world where her mom is dead, Simon is dead, Luke was sent to prison??(Idk where she would think Luke is). Dot is dead, her home is gone. Was she just homeless for a while? How did she get back into art school? What did she think she had been doing for the past months? (Years?) None of that makes any sense. Again, I understand they had a limited amount of time to tell the story, but they could have at least tried to explain that one. 
After that episode where they all thought Clary was dead and Jace and Simon and Luke (and everyone else tbh) were absolute wrecks about it, you’d think they would have tried harder to bring Clary back instead of just accepting that it “was the will of the angels”
What was the point of having Clary ask Isabelle to be her parabatai (and changing from the books, where Simon is cured, becomes a shadowhunter and Clary’s parabatai) if that wasn’t going to happen? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I would have really appreciated that, I do feel a little weird about Simon being cured in the books, but it just feels so odd. Maybe it wasn’t the plan, maybe it was and they just wanted to leave Clary with unfinished business to make it even sadder.
I was sad that Clary’s bonding rune was used on such a small scale. If memory serves in the books it’s a momentous occasion that involved hundreds of Shadowhunters and Downworlders putting aside their differences and working together. I would have liked to see that
This isn’t critique but I’m just sad that we didn’t get to see more of Helen and Aline, it seems like they wanted to do more with them but didn’t get the chance. 
That being said, things I loved
Jem officiating the wedding!!
All the cute background stuff that was happening at the wedding
That Magnus got closure with Lorenzo and they were able to put aside their differences
Magnus’s whole outfit at the end, the blue looks very good on him. 
The fact that Alicante is becoming a place for Downworlders too, and Alec is there so you know some good political decisions are going to be made. 
Isabelle as head of the New York institute
Jace training Simon to fight
*boop boop*
The parallels with when Clary sees Jace at the end and their first meeting. That was some good art right there. 
The hints at a future where Clary comes back, and a potential for further episodes (which would be completely removed from the book plot lines since we’ve kind of expended the major ones there)
It also felt like they were trying to keep things open to tell the story of the Dark Artifices (Helen Blackthorn, the destruction of the LA Institute (although if EVERYONE died idk) or even the Infernal Devices (with Jem officiating the wedding) so I appreciated that, even if no one has offered them the chance to do that yet. 
Overall, I did appreciate it. I think they did a really good job of retelling 6 books in 3 seasons. It’s a tragedy that they had to end sooner than expected and I will treasure this series along with the books for a long time. 
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Twilight Tag Game !!!
i was tagged by @janes-eyebrows , which thank you so much for tagging me, i love getting tagged in things so much :))))))
@sweaterbella is the creator of this game! :)
rules: copy/paste this and fill in the blanks to describe your twilight self insert oc, then tag ten people, and tag me so i can see it! feel free to modify what you need to if you want your character to be volturi/human/werewolf/etc. feel free to be as ridiculous or as sincere as you like.
name: pre-vampire: Aurora Jade Monroe
post-vampire: Scarlett Ophelia Cullen
appearance: She is 5'7, long curly red hair, and is pale because of ginger genetics plus when you're a vampire, you get hella pale !! She's 18 but can pass for anywhere between 15 - 20, for immortal reasons. When she was a human she had freckles and was sad to see that they had disappeared after she was turned. Lucky for her, she can still draw them on if she'd like to. As a human, her eyes were green but as a vampire they are an amber-almost-honey color. She really is into fashion (which is one of the many reasons why she became best friends with Alice) so she always wears hella cute clothing and even has dabbled into making some of her own (though shes not very good at that but hey shes trying)
personality: ENFP, though she considers herself to be more of an ambivert. When she needs time to herself, she goes off into the forest and sings to herself or listens to music. She gets a long with people very well as long as theyre good people. Though she considers herself to be a strong person, looking back on her human life, she did consider herself to be a bit of a dormat. Shes taking this oppurtunity at a new life to reinvent herself for the better. She decided to start that with changing her name. Though she didn't hate her human name, she felt that her old self is dead and that this would not only help her move on from her old life but to be able to better herself. She had loved the name Ophelia ever since she saw Hamlet. She made it her middle name since it sounded too old to be her first name. The name Scarlett had always just sounded so lovely to her so she was immediately drawn to it. She wants to live her new life with a love-filled heart but to always make sure to not let people step on her, which she is working on the latter.
hobbies: singing, drawing, reading, writing, getting vintage stuff (like from a lot of different eras), trying to learn how to sew and make clothes
diet: vegetarian with the accidental human a few times when she was a newborn
How they became a vamp: She was turned by Carlisle when she was 18. She hadn't been careful while in the woods and fell into a ditch where she hit her head on a rock.
How they fit into the plot: She is turned right before they move to a new town and because shes a ginger, she can easily pass as Edward's twin sister
vampire superability: She has telekinesis
Best friend: Alice !!!!
significant other: For right now, none, but maybe in the future Rosalie or maybe Jasper. This would have to be a universe where whoever it would be, didn't already have a s/o cause we don't stan affairs in the Cullen house
Fun fact: She used to have to wear glasses and contacts when she was a human but now that shes a vampire, she doesn't need them but she liked how her glasses looked so she sometimes wears the frames still cause theyre hella cute!! Shes thankful though thay her vampirism cured her migraines though cause she used to get those a lot growing up. She also misses her family and felt bad about having to leave them
I’m tagging: @toprosalie @jaspersthebomb @softjaspers @mbav3rdseason @su-angelvicioso (plus anyone else who wants to can do it, theres more people i wanted to tag but its very late at night/early in the morning and i cant think rn lmao)
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sweet-rhapsody · 5 years
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pairing: brian may x female reader
summary: while packing to move to your new house, you come across boxes filled with things that instantly remind you of brian and after looking at everything you go to visit him.
-- this imagine is pretty sad if i’m going to be completely honest with you. i cried while writing it, oops. there will be mentions of death so if you don’t like the subject of death or is triggering in any way, feel free to click off. :) --
you huff out an exhausted breath as you carried down tons of tiny boxes and woven wooden baskets that were stacked up on the very top of your wardrobe and placed them delicately on the floor, along with a giant amount of rubbish bags filled with unwanted stuff that will go into the rubbish or things that will be donated. currently, you are officially moving out of your house. after the big incident that changed your whole life around, you needed a new environment. you fix your gaze to your toddler, who was sleeping soundly on your bed. he was trying to keep you company as you go through every single thing in your room but failed to stay awake which you didn't mind of course.
" what have we got here?" you mumbled quietly as you opened up the small box on the top of the stack. you examined the cardboard lid, which had a perfectly drawn love heart. brian probably drew it, he always did everything so perfect, even the smallest things, he would make it look so perfect. you then opened it up and your eyes widen in realisation of what it was.
it was a homemade scrapbook full of pictures brian captured, mostly photos during your pregnancy, but some with you and brian just being the lovey-dovey couple you's were. you smile as you turned through each page, you remembered you and brian worked day and night in this scrapbook. you would be making the cute little paper flowers and borders for the picture as brian was working out to put each photo and labelling each page.
finishing up the book, you place the book aside to show your son for when he wakes up and you move onto the next box. it was a bunch of cards of all sorts — christmas, valentine's day, birthday, father's day, mother's day and many more events. you read through every single card, giggling at the little comments brian makes on every one of your birthday cards. the last one was one that your toddler, jimmy made for brian. he drew himself and brian and love hearts and inside it read,
dear to the bestest daddy ever,
i love you lots and lots, you are my biggest hero. thank you for always cheering me up when i'm sad and thank you for making good banana muffins.
from jimmy. (p.s, you are strong!)
you finally close it after reading it and felt your heartbreak a little bit, knowing that brian wasn't feeling the best when jimmy made it. but as soon as jimmy gave him the card, he was off the moon.
you rummaged through more of the boxes and all they were filled with were pictures, drawings that jimmy made and miscellaneous things. you were up to the last box after minutes of looking at the other boxes and whilst going through them, jimmy woke up from his nap and you gave him the photo album, which he absolutely loved and you let him go through all the cards and pictures as you went through the rest. your heart dropped when you opened the last box. you feel yourself emotions cave in when you look into it, but you calmed yourself down and picked up the pieces of paper inside and chucked the box out of the way.
they were letters from brian. he always wrote you letters; after dates, arguments, birthdays and even sometimes when he just bored. but, the first one that on the pile was the letter that always tugged on your emotions. you sigh and opened the envelope which had written on it
open when i go.
you only looked at the first word and you felt tears threatening to brim your eyes
to the love of my life,
hello my beautiful angel. if you're reading this, i'll be gone. we both know that will happen at any time and i know it's frightening, but you need to know i will always be right next to you always. i will always be at the table when you and jimmy are having dinner, i will be there when you routinely read your chosen book before fall asleep, i will be here always. i have no clue how i got so lucky i met you. i am literally the worlds luckiest man. you are the most gentle and kind-hearted person on the earth, you are the most beautiful girl i've laid my eyes on, gosh i'll miss looking into your eyes and playing with your hair when i'm gone. you're such a good mother to our son, i wouldn't ask for anything else.
you never get mad at anyone, not even at me! not at me when i get frustrated at you when i'm so stressed out when writing songs or upcoming tours or when the boys bug me at the studio and for some stupid reason i just throw my frustration toward you, which i'm so sorry about.
i'm so grateful that i walked past the booth you sat in at the little cafe otherwise, we would've never met! we would've never talked to each other, went dates, kissed, gotten married or had a child.
i know right now everything is hard currently, but i guarantee that it will get one hundred percent better soon. i love you so much, i can hardly contain it!
love you always, brian x
you didn't notice the tears rushing down your face and jimmy sitting right next to you asking if you were alright. you place the letter down and wipe your tears and nod your head to reassure jimmy that you're alright. " mummy's alright. just read something a bit upsetting." you explained to him as more tears roll down your cheeks. jimmy stands up and comes up to your face and wipes your tears from your cheeks and you smile and laugh while thanking him. " please don't be upset mummy, i don't like it and i don't think daddy would like it either." jimmy told you and you nodded and calmed the tears down and looked at your son and admired the features he shared with brian
they both had wild, brown, curly hair. they shared the same hazel eye colour and you were for sure that jimmy was going to grow up to be brian's height. you chuckle and ran your fingers through jimmy's hair as he looked at one of his drawings he drew for brian.
you knew he missed him so much, but he would never say anything. quite weird for a four-year-old, because they can never run out of topics to converse about. you then thought of a brilliant idea that the both of you would like. " do you want to go visit daddy, bud?" you asked him, standing up. jimmy's eyes lit up and he smiles an ever-so-bright cheesy smile and nodded profusely. he stood up and dashed down to the front door before you could even walk out of your room.
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" i can't wait to show him my new toy! and this picture i drew him!" he gushed as he sat in the back seat of your car and drove to go and see brian. you smiled and looked into the mirror and saw how excited jimmy was to see his father. " i reckon he'll absolutely love it, buddy!" you said to him and he giggles.
" we should see daddy more often, shouldn't we?" you suggested to jimmy.
" yes! we should all the time so i can tell him about my days because i know how much he likes listening to them!" jimmy added and you laughed and nodded and realised you have reached your destination. " hey jim, guess what?"
" what?"
" we are here!" you told him and he clapped his hands and squealed out of joy. you quickly parked your car and helped jimmy get out of the car and as soon as jimmy got out of the car, he dashed straight to brian. you jog along the green grass and call his name in an attempt to catch up to him, but you then realise he stopped because he was already with brian. " hello daddy! i missed you today. mummy was packing more of the home today and she found this cool photo book you made! and i also got this new cool toy truck. . ." jimmy rambled on to brian and you go to him and sat right next to him on the grass and stared at the standing tombstone with engravings in it which read,
brian harold may
19th july 1947 — 15th september 1978 a caring husband to wife, y/n, an amazing father to his son, jimmy, and a lovely son to ruth and harold. had an unforgettable soul. missed by all.
" . . . now i don't really anything else to say, daddy. i'll let you talk to mummy." jimmy says shortly before getting closer to the tombstone and whispering to it, " you still make better banana muffins than mummy." he giggled as you pretended to be shock and you bolted to him and attacked him endless amount of tickles which made him laugh very hard, leaving him out of breath. as soon as he regained his breath, he went to play with his toy, to kind of leave you alone to talk with brian.
" hey sweets. your incredible wife here." you say jokingly. " been missing you a lot lately. been packing up some stuff, moving into the house in about a month i'm hoping." you explain like he is right in front of you. you sigh and picked at the grass and immediately thought of a wonderful memory of you two. " i've been reminiscing about our beautiful memories a lot and its just driving me crazy, i just really want to hold you one last time." you admit and turned around, still seeing jimmy with his truck.
——— you were lying on the single bed, snuggled right into brian's chest and clutching onto his hand for dear life, thinking that would cure him from his sudden sickness. " hey, y/n?" brian kills the silence, you poke your head up waiting for him to continue talking, " i love you." he reminds you, like he always does and you feel tears start to prick at the corner of your eyes. " i love you way more." you manage to tell him without crying. brian was quick to notice your change in moods and he wrapped you extra tightly.
" hey, don't cry please." he whispers in your ear and rubs your arm and you couldn't help but let the tears start flowing and you start to quietly sob into brian's chest. " i'm trying, but it's so hard brian. i don't want you to go." your sentence is muffled by his shirt and he starts stroking your hair as you sob.
" i know it's sucks, y/n, trust me. but life isn't always going to go out as planned," he explains and tries to calm yourself down, but you're so overwhelmed with emotions. you dreaded this time period, knowing that brian is going to die, but you can't do anything about it.
" it's so unfair!" you say in anger, tears still fall down from your eyes. brian then guides your eyes onto his and gives you a sweet kiss. " it'll be alright. just relax, it's okay." he tells you before the room filled with comfortable silence, he continues to run his fingers through your locks as you finally stop crying.
" i love you endlessly, bri." you cut the silence and he smiles and kisses your head. " you're pretty cool too." you start to laugh at his compliment.
" thanks, sweets."
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" anyway, my love, i hope you're doing well wherever you are. i better get going so i can dinner ready on time. i also might make your famous muffins. trust me, i'm getting better, but nothing compares to yours!" you rambled on while standing back up to go and get jimmy.
" bye bri, i love you endlessly."
——— you fall on your back, completely breathless and bare naked. brian right next to you, I'm the exact same state. you look over at him and notice he was looking at you too, you giggle and roll over to snuggle up to him and examined every little detail of his gracious features. his beautifully displayed chocolate curls, his eyes drowning with hazel, the glow illuminating off of his skin after all those rounds of lovemaking you had and your personal favourite, his perfect smile. you could go on about his smile for days, it can always make weak at the knees and contagiously smile.
he guides his lips down to yours and lovingly kisses you. " well, this is what i call a perfect day off with my beautiful wife." brian says with a smirk and you laugh and nod, agreeing with him. " don't be to quick to judge, sweets, it's only morning." you tell him, getting out of the bed and slipping on your underwear and one of brian's shirt.
" my days are always perfect because you're always apart of them." brian says, walking over to you and wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles his head into the crook of your neck. you giggle at his cheesiness and you kiss his head.
" oh, don't be so cheesy, bri. it's sickening." you chuckle jokingly and he rises his head off your neck and unlinked his arms around your waist. " come on, darling, you love it. admit it!" he yells as he walks out of your bedroom and enters the kitchen.
" yeah, i guess they're alright."
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vexaiton · 6 years
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carry me home | a shawn mendes fic
photo: duane michals, 1974
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When you opened the door to the studio, it was only him alone sitting in front of the monitor, headphones in his ears, completely focused on the music playing. You’re guessing the recording finished already and now he’s listening to the songs that are edited already, looking for flaws, and further adjustments. This is the third time this week that you’ve visited him at the studio.
 Even though you’ve been with Shawn for 2 years already, you never tried to cross the line when it comes to his work. You believe in the power of working alone, drowning yourself in mess of your craft, untangling every knot and straightening them out, and laying it in front of you, criticizing if it’s already good enough. So, you never bothered to meddle in his work, especially when he’s working on his new album already. But of course, you will never let things get out of hand.
 After the huge success of his 3rd album, lots and lots of celebration happened, all his friends and acquaintances gathering to congratulate him, tons of parties were held, and lots of drinks were served, but even after every greeting Shawn receives, a crippling anxiety stays at the back of his mind. You know it’s because of the pressure of getting higher in his career, as his fear increases with it. The pressure of a potentially successful album after another just intensifies as he rides the crazy path of fame.
 It was one of those nights when he opened up about this to you. You were both laying on your couch, shoulders glued to each other as you both leaned against the headrest of your couch, blatantly staring at the ceiling. You just got home from one of his friend’s party and you were both tipsy, drowsy, slowly getting back to your conscious-thinking when he suddenly said, “This rollercoaster ride is so fun, but I can’t stop being scared of it,” you were both tipsy that night, but you both knew he wasn’t talking about his drunken state.
 So, when it was time to start creating his next album, the pressure of every success he earned rode on his back as he slumped on his desk, brainstorming tunes and lyrics that could beat his older self. The pressure was suffocating him, pushing him more towards his desk, urging him to keep writing and writing until his hands bleed. And you saw it all, you never wanted to meddle with his work, but he’s slowly becoming restless. His face lost its glow and his eyes are bloodshot. His hands becoming more calloused, and his fingernails are full of bitemarks. His body and face got thinner, completely dismissing his routine of going to the gym. All he does is stay in his studio, sit in front of crumpled papers, guitar in hand, with stress and anxiety taking over him.
 So here you are in his studio, setting the bag of food that you bought, as you surveyed him from the back, slowly convincing yourself that he might be an installation art in this studio instead of your own brown-eyed, beautiful, alive and moving boyfriend. You slowly approached him and his was slowly nodding his head, perhaps to the beat of the song he’s listening to, when you lightly bumped the cold drink to his cheeks. He cutely jumped in his seat, and turned his head to you, eyes huge like he was caught doing something bad. You lightly chuckled at his cute reaction and leaned in and kissed his forehead.
 “Babe, what brings you here?” He said with a tired smile and a hoarse voice. He pulled another chair from the table and made you sit and you replied, “I’m here cause I think you’re kind of having an affair with that desk of yours cause you’ve been glued to it since I last visited.” He chuckled, running his hand through his messy curls, “I’m sorry,” He looked at you softly, “I’m just trying to work on this album.”
 “It’s okay, Shawn. But what’s not okay here is the fact that you’re losing weight which is why I brought food,” you said smiling brightly as you roll your chair towards the table where you put the bag of food and rolled back to his side. He was staring at you the whole time, a wonderful smile adorning his face as you unpacked the food and set it on the table. He tried to protest that he really wasn’t hungry, but you shushed him with a finger on his mouth, “Food is good for the brain. If you want to get that album done, eat,” you said slowly as he listened to you like a child with eyes full of mischievousness.
 After finishing your food, you rested your chin on your hands as you stared at him eating his food. “For a man who has no appetite you sure do eat well,” you jokingly said to him.
 “Food is more delicious when you eat it with your loved one,” he smugly replied. No matter how sappy that line is, you heart broke a little when an image of him sitting in the studio alone in the longs hours of dawn crosses your mind.
 You hate picturing Shawn lonely and stressed.
 Screw your mind.
 “Can I stay here for a while?” you shyly asked him. He dropped his fork inside the box and closed it, smiling brightly as he looked at you, eyes bright and shining. “Now who would say no to that?”
 You were both sitting on the small couch in the corner of the studio with your head on his shoulder and his head atop yours. Hands are intertwined with his as you gently caress your thumb over the back of his hand, drawing figure eights repeatedly. Shawn released a huge sigh and you drew on the back of his hand faster, trying to calm his nerves.
 When Shawn released another huge sigh, you let go of his hand and crawled to him, his face confused as to what you were doing, until you were straddling him. You gathered his face between your hands and leaned your forehead against it, thumbs caressing his cheeks. Lots of figures eights. If these figures were visible, he would be tangled in it already.
 “Stop thinking,” you whispered to him. He looked at you for a second and closed his eyes. With him in front of you in close proximity, you can clearly see how restless he was. Shawn is always vulnerable when you try to comfort him during stressful times. He doesn’t ask for it, but once you sense it he would lean all his weight on you and open all the books in his mind like it was a museum waiting for your visit. “Forget about everything for a while, Shawn. Give your mind some peace.”
 If you could just enter his mind, his messy, shaken mind, you would untangle all the knots, silencing all the screams, putting a hand over all the fidgets and shudder his mind makes. These are the times you wish you could enter people’s minds. Especially his.
 He pulled his head up to look into your eyes, and his face reflected your worry and concern. “Please smile for me,” he said, begging, like his life depended on your smiles and he lives against your skin, like he only knows peace when he feels your skin against his, like you’re the only cure he knows.
 “How am I going to smile when you look this tired,” you said with a slight pout, your bottom lip slowly pulled lower to let him know you weren’t that serious and it is not his fault to be this distressed. You leaned your elbows on his shoulders and dipped your fingers into his soft curls, your fingers running through every spot like it’s a maze you’re willing to get lost into.
 He smiled at you with his eyes looking at you lovingly, full of gratitude that you are here beside him, even though his own mind is pulling him into shreds, burning him to ruins as he tries hard to fight his demons. He is so thankful that you’re here, looking at him with full of concern, on a Friday night, in a messy hair bun, with the lights of his studio shining bright on your skin, making him think that the absence of daylight can’t stop you from glowing.
 His eyes slowly started getting droopy and he leaned his head on your shoulder, all the stress and sadness of the day wearing out of his body as you ran you hands up and down on his back.
 “Let’s go home and get some rest, yeah?” you gently whispered, testing the waters, there’s a glint of hope in your voice as you whisper it to him, hoping he would finally give in and go home with you.
 You felt yourself smile when you felt the smallest of nods on your shoulder.
 You were finally lying in bed with him after days of sleeping alone, your body pressed up against his, with his hands around your waist holding you tight as he nuzzles his face deep into your neck, hot, steady breaths fanning against your neck.
 Underneath the vast darkness of the night, the moonlight shines softly as the stars follow suit like headlights on the street. You lay there beside Shawn, fingers smoothly running through his soft curls, as you contemplate on the comfort you found in this person laying beside you. You’ve built yourself a shelter in the presence of his smile as you read his mind using underneath the bright glint of his eyes, squinting, trying to understand the words on how to make him happy, on how to keep him alive. You try to squint hard to see where exactly things begin and things end until your eyes start hurting.
 But it was all worth it. And it will continue to be worth it.
hello lovelies!! i wrote this on impulse so im sorry for errors and stuff hehe anyway, reblog if you enjoyed it and don’t hesitate to give it a feedback!! love lots xx
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dantediscoversfic · 5 years
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Chapter 40: The Crap Cave
“Dante! You found us!” Clio said as I hovered awkwardly in the doorway of the art room that first day of school during lunch period.
She bounded over and grabbed my elbow to draw me into the oddly dark classroom. The overhead lights were all off, the window shades partially drawn down and gloomy pop music I vaguely recognized as The Cure droned from a cassette player. About ten kids were sprawled out around the room, most of them sporting various degrees of punk/goth/New Waver style. Two corset-clad girls in billowy skirts drew intricate designs on each other’s arms in black pen; a couple dressed in “normal” clothes was making out with gusto in the corner by the potter wheels; a boy wearing all black continually skimmed his pointer finger over the top of a Bic lighter flame; and the rest were eating lunch, chatting, scribbling in notepads or singing along to the music. Clio flicked the overhead lights a few times to get everyone’s attention, eliciting a few winces and hisses and boos from the group.
“Everyone, listen up, this is Dante. He’s new. He’s from Texas, but try not to hold that against him. He’s a brilliant artist. Dante, this is everyone. That’s Raija, Jane, Sachi, Fletch and Kelly back there sucking face, Joseph, Ann, Dave, Forest and Vee.”
I was greeted with a few head nods and finger waves, except for the couple making out who kept at it with sloppy yet admirable enthusiasm. Everyone went back to their conversations as Clio led me closer to the girls she’d pointed out as being named Jane and Sachi.
“So, Dante from Texas, welcome to 'The Crap Cave’”, Clio said using air quotes. “We have lit mag meetings here and also make our own ‘zines and stuff. Raija’s mom Ms. B is the art teacher—she just stepped out for a minute—so she doesn’t care if we hang out here as long as we don’t you know, perform ritual animal sacrifices or set anything on fire. Again.” She coughed pointedly in the direction of the boy with the lighter seated a few desks down from us and the girls chuckled. Seeing my apparent confusion she said, “See, Joseph’s a bit of a pyro and went through a destruction of property phase last year, didn’t you, Jo-Jo?” The boy in question grinned slyly up at us. “But he’s got it under control now,” Clio continued. “He channels his urges into sculptures where he can use an actual blowtorch from woodshop.”
“Blowtorches rule,” he said and cast me one more glance before focusing all his attention back to his lighter and intrepid pointer finger. I couldn’t help but notice that all his fingernails were painted black and he was wearing eyeliner and dark lipstick like the girls.
I pulled my gaze away from him, not wanting to stare too hard and be rude. “What did you call this room? The ‘crap cave’?” I asked Clio. “Did I hear that right?”
“Oh yeah, you heard me right.”
“Do I even want to know?”
Clio laughed. “Don’t look so scared, we know how to use the bathrooms like everyone else. It’s a sort of long story. You ever hear of The Batcave?”
“You mean like from Bat Man comics?”
“No. Well yes, but no. Same but different. The Batcave is this famous club in London for people like us. Bauhaus, Robert Smith, Siouxie, Nick Cave, Specimen all hang out and play there. Jane actually got to go there this summer, that lucky bitch,” Clio knocked Jane’s shoulder with friendly admiration. “So we kind of started calling it that in homage to the club like a year ago. But then the school had this gross mouse problem and their little poops were, like, this constant presence in our lives, so somewhere along the line we started calling it ‘The Crap Cave’ instead. Because that's how we roll.”
“The mice were perfect and adorable, not gross,” Sachi said.
“Sachi, no. Just no. The mice themselves might have been cute but their poops definitely weren’t.”
The two girls bantered about whether the mice should have been saved and kept as pets or if they were indeed an icky health hazard while I took everyone in, trying not to gawk, and sat down to eat my packed lunch. I was fascinated by the group’s collective style: a motley assortment of teased and spiked dyed hair, leather jackets, ripped band t-shirts, corsets and lace, fishnets, heavy boots, winged eyeliner, black lipstick and nail polish, powdered white faces, spiky hardware chain jewelry mixed with rosaries, crosses and pentagram necklaces. Some of the boys were even wearing makeup, which was something you hardly ever saw in El Paso. Joseph, the pyro boy, was particularly fascinating to me. His raven hair was teased out as much as Clio’s and his dramatic eye makeup accentuated his blue eyes and delicate, almost pretty features. The flame from his Bic lighter cast a warm glow on his ghostly pale skin.
Clio must have caught me staring because she leaned in close to my ear and said, “Don’t worry, Dante, we might look at little scary but we don’t bite. At least most of us don’t. Forest over there is saving up to get his teeth filed, but it’s not for blood sucking purposes. It’s because it’ll look badass.”
“Wow. My old school in El Paso was a Catholic private school so we all had to wear uniforms. It’s so cool you can wear whatever you want here. And be whoever you want. Do you all make your own clothes? I love your corsets,” I said to Jane and Sachi.
The girls grinned at me with approval and Clio said, “I knew you were a good egg, Dante. Jane made the corsets. She’s an amazing designer and sewer. I think the rest of us get by with thrift stores, hot glue and a crapload of paperclips.”
“I’ve never really thought about my clothes before,” I said. “But now I feel so boring compared to you all.”
“Aw, there’s nothing wrong with being a normie,” Clio said and patted me on the back. “It doesn’t make you boring.”
“Well, if you want to try something new, let me know,” Jane said. “Jo-Jo’s my twin brother. I make stuff for him all the time. Cravats, vests, things like that. I’m sure he’d let you borrow something.”
“Wow, thanks. You think I’d look good?”
“Yeah, for sure. But don’t let us pressure you. We dress like this because it feels right, right? But it’s not for everyone.”
The girls nodded.
“How did you all know you wanted to get into goth stuff?” I asked.
Jane said, “Well, for me, growing up I loved making clothes and dressing up since forever. Halloween was my always my favorite holiday. I was obsessed, like obsessed. Like I’d start planning my costume and how to decorate the house six months in advance. And after it was over each year, the next day I’d get so sad and cry for days and beg my mom to keep the decorations up and let me keep wearing a cape or whatever to school every day. So when I figured out that I could dress however I wanted whenever I wanted and basically have Halloween all year round and have my clothes express how I feel inside all the time, it was like a big weight was lifted.”
“Do people make fun of you?”
“I mean, sure, dicks are dicks,” Jane said.
“We get all sorts of ignorant comments at school, on the street, wherever. Like…‘Hey Morticia, Halloween is over,’” Clio lowered her voice to a dopey male grumble.
“Or ‘Errr….Do you sleep in a coffin?’” Jane said.
“Or ‘You look pretty hot for a dead girl!’” Sachi said.
“Or my personal favorite, the classic ‘Going to a funeral?’” Clio said with an epic eyeroll. “Yeah, your funeral if you don’t shut up about it. Please. But there are lots of people who aren’t asshats and you can just ignore the losers.”
“Yeah,” Sachi said. “People say things like ‘Oh, you’d look so pretty if you didn’t dress like that’ but this is how I feel pretty and beautiful. I didn’t feel right before. Now I feel good. Right. Like myself.”
“Raija’s mom is super cool because she’s an old hippie and gets it,” Clio said. “But my mom is still waiting and praying for the day when I let her dress me all in pink pouffy dresses again. Sorry Anita, not gonna happen.” There was an edge to Clio’s voice when she talked about her mom that I hadn’t heard from her yet. It made me wonder what her home life was like.
Sachi said, “Yeah, my parents were all worried at first that I was depressed and wanting to kill myself. They tried to have an intervention with all my aunties and cousins. ‘We’re worried about you, Sachi.’ ‘This isn’t the real you.’ Um, first off, yes it is. And second off, I’m so much happier now than before when I felt like a fake.”
“Yeah, people think that we do this for attention or as a cry for help or because we’re suicidal or worship Satan or are in a cult, but that’s not true at all,” Jane said. “I started making clothes for myself when I was ten. This isn’t a ‘phase’. I’m not going to just grow out of it.”
“And finding people who are into the same bands and fashion and movies and everything makes putting up with all the weird looks and comments easier. We’re here for each other, ” Sachi said.
“And sure, we get attention,” Clio said, “because we stand out with our awesome amazingness. But it’s not like we do it for attention.”
“Yeah, I totally get it.” I said. “I think it’s great.”
The girls smiled at me and I wondered how it would feel to dress like them, if that would feel ‘right’ for me or not. I understood what Sachi had said about feeling like a fake, though, and not liking how that made me feel. I felt that way when I used to tell people my name was Dan and not Dante. I felt that way still, a little. Because I didn’t quite know what it meant to be totally free and open with myself and the world and the universe. Not when it came to the biggest secret I had. In El Paso, I felt like I already stood out by not looking Mexican enough, by liking art and poetry and books and astronomy too much. It was enough to blend in and not get teased or bullied for being a little strange. Now I wondered if I flipped the script and really tried to stand out—if I dressed all in black and put on makeup and spiked my hair and embraced my innate weirdness—if that would make me feel more like me. It might make me feel tough and cool and badass for a little while, but I doubted it would make me feel more like myself the way it did for this group. How did I know, though? I’d never tried it before.
I wondered what Ari would think of my new friends. I bet he’d like them. And then I wondered what Ari would look like in black nail polish and eyeliner. I bet he’d look like a dark glamorous rock star. The thought did funny things to my insides.
Then the art teacher, Ms. Baldwin a.k.a. Raija’s mom, came in. She had gray hair in a long braid all the way down her back and wore a long flowy dress and bangle bracelets. She turned the overhead lights on and said, “Hey darklings, the cruel daylight beckons. Gotta get ready for the next class. Lunch is over in five. And you two, yoo-hoo, Earth to Fletch and Kelly! Please rein in your raging hormones during lunch if at all humanly possible? I can’t have anyone getting pregnant on school grounds.” Everyone cracked up at that and Fletch and Kelly turned beet red but finally disentangled their entwined limbs (and tongues).
I had an art class with Ms. Baldwin later in the day so I introduced myself.
“Hi, I’m Dante Quintana, I’m in your painting class during sixth period.”
“Dante, it’s so nice to meet you. You’re new, yes? This lot showing you the ropes?”
“Yes, Clio invited me to eat lunch with her and be part of lit mag.”
“That would be lovely. I’m the advisor, so I’m sure I’ll be seeing a lot of you. How are you finding Chicago? Settling in all right?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Ma’am! Please, call me Ms. B. Where are you from?”
“El Paso.”
“Ah. I’ve only been there once. EPMA is a lovely museum. Have you been to the Art Institute yet?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“We’ll be doing a field trip later in the year, but if you are a lover of art you must go. It’s one of the prides of Chicago.”
“Thanks, Ms. B, I will.”
"Now if you’ll excuse me, Dante, I have to prep for next period. See you in a few hours!”
Ms. B went over to her daughter Raija, who had been sitting off to herself drawing in a sketchpad for most of lunch, and gave her a quick side hug before disappearing into a supply closet. Since everyone else was getting packed up I ate the rest of my lunch quickly and consulted my schedule to see where I was headed next.
“You’re in sixth period drawing?” I looked up and saw it was Joseph who had asked me the question. Standing up instead of hunched over the desk I saw how truly long and lanky he was. He was about a foot taller than me.
I nodded up at him and tried to smile but had a hard time keeping eye contact.
“Cool. Me too.”
He flicked his lighter a few times in his right hand and then grinned a lopsided grin at me before heading out into the hallway right as the bell rang.
This was shaping up to be a much different first day of school than I had expected.
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Safe Haven (Reid x Reader)
Title: Safe Haven
Rating: T-MA
Word Count: 1479
Warnings: descriptions of violence, abuse, general angst
Summary: When your abusive boyfriend takes it too far, you can count on your best friend to take you in.
•••• "Worthless slut," Phillip hissed at you before landing a heavy fist to your shoulder. You merely gasped, having learned better than to argue. "You're such a filthy little whore!" he continued before landing a blow to your rib cage.
You cried out before doubling over, half out of pain, half out of trying to protect yourself from being hit further. After all the cases involving domestic abuse, you had sworn yourself to never end up in such a position. However, everything changed when you met Phillip.
With his kind yet dark eyes o draw  you in, you had fallen too deeply infatuated to stop anytime soon.
At first, his lips had tasted of sugar and cinnamon, and his eyes the color of warm coffee. His hands fell perfectly aligned with yours, clasping them together at any available moment.
The first time your affections faltered had been after you staggered home from the BAU, exhausted emotionally and physically. The case had ended terribly, the hostages had all been murdered right in front of your eyes.
"Hey honey," you greeted as you entered your shared apartment. "Where were you?" Phillip demanded. "A-at work..?" you explained, a little shocked at his sudden demeanor. "You were late!" he shouted before taking a step closer to you.
"I'm sorry-" you started before being interrupted. "Sorry doesn't cut it," he said lowly before slapping you hard across the cheek.  You let out a cry before cowering behind your arms.
His apology followed seconds later, and due to its profuse nature, you pretended not to see his brief grin. "It'll never happen again."
Everytime he gave you another bruise, scar, or broken bone, he said it would be the last time. However, the next time his temper flared, his words proved to be that: just words.
Working so closely with profilers did nothing to cure your anxiety. You were sure suspicions were high when you wore a sweater even during the summer months, as well as you shelled up at home more often. Spencer, your best friend, noticed more than anyone how often you flinched when people rose a hand or their voice in any scenario.
He missed your cute graphic t-shirts, the ones he would goofily help you pick out. However, since Phillip, the days of greasy food court lunches and "window" shopping had ended. He had no doubt in his rather astonishing mind that there was something going on: all he needed was proof.
•• Snow fluttered down as the cold January wind blew. You sat by the window, wrapped up in your thickest sweater as you observed the weather. Spencer's facts about the season floated through your mind, raging as violently as the predicted blizzard was rumored to.
A slamming door shook you from your thoughts, causing you to flinch in anticipation. "Y/N!" Phillip shouted angrily, "Come here!" You sighed before walking to the doorway where Phillip stood waiting.
"H-Hi honey. How was work?" you asked before taking his snow covered jacket from his arms. "I don't know, why don't you tell me why my sandwich wasn't in my bag?" he glowered.
You covered your mouth, having completely forgotten about his lunch. "I am so so sorry, shit. Phillip, it'll never hap-" you were interrupted by a swift punch to your mouth. He landed a hit to your abdomen before you fell the ground with a painful "thud".
You groaned as he kicked your stomach forcefully, the only noise other than your hoarse cries being the weather report on television. Blood trickled down your lip as you cried silently, praying to every deity for freedom.
Some force must have felt  pity, as Phillip stopped suddenly. He grabbed you up from the ground, still crying, and opened the door yet again. You fell from his arms as he released you from his grasp, the cold snow a contrast to the warm house.
Even over the noisy wind, you heard the click of the lock as he sealed the door, officially kicking you out of the house. You stayed in your fetal position for a few minutes, shaking due to the chilly temperature.
Eventually, you coerced yourself into stumbling to your feet. Every limb in your body felt numb as you began to walk involuntarily towards the one place you felt safe.
••
Your legs quivered beneath you as you practically crawled up the stairs of the building. Spencer's door came into view and you realized just how much you missed the sight of the mahogany wood.
You rapped your knuckles against the wood as hard as you could muster, shivers running down your spine. Your face, no matter how sore, lit up as Spencer opened his door.
A look of panic replaced his neutral expression as he gasped at the sight of you. "Y/N- oh my- holy fuck, come here," he rushed before ushering you into his home. "What happened?" he asked pleadingly as he gently brushed snow from your body.
"P-Phillip ki-kicked me ou-out," you tried to explain despite your a) near freezing temperature, and b) the pain in your mouth: Phillip had definitely busted your lip.
"In this weather?!" Spencer practically shrieked, rage filling his normally compassionate eyes. You looked down to your feet in shame. How could you be this stupid? Phillip was going to kill you when he found out!
"Y-Y/N? Hey, what's wrong? You're crying,"Spencer asked in a softer tone than before. He quickly lead you to his bathroom, holding you close to him as he walked. You sat down on the toilet lid as he crouched down in front of you, a damp cloth in his hand.
He gently dabbed away the blood that covered your mouth and chin. His heart ached as you continued to sniffle in apparent fear. "You need to tell me what happened," he said finally before putting down the cloth and holding both of your frail hands.
You whimpered as he looked at you with puppy dog eyes, his lips pulled into a frown. "P-Phillip just got a lit-little mad, t-that's a-all."
His eyes grew wide as he exclaimed, "Phillip did this?!"
You winced and trembled even harder under his touch. Spencer noticed and softened immediately, sadness replacing his anger. "I'll be right back, I'm going to get you some dry clothes," he said.
He came back with a large sweater and a pair of grey sweatpants, an outfit he wore on the cold days. With care, he helped you stand up so that he could pull your sweater up over your head.
The tawny fabric revealed bruise after bruise, cut after cut: every little secret you'd kept. Tears sprung to Spencer's eyes as his hands ran up and down your waist. He couldn't believe how anyone could hurt someone else like this, let alone you.
You reached for the sweater, becoming a bit colder in nothing but your bra than before. "Right, right, of course," he mumbled before carefully pulling the large article down your body.
He then gently pulled your jeans down your legs, staring at the multitude of bruises that resided there. The color of your skin was hardly visible through the many purple and green bruises that covered your thighs.
He didn't hesitate in pulling on the too-big-pants, seeing you smile softly as the warmth encompassed you. "Y/N, did Phillip do all this?" Spencer asked before taking your hands in his. "You don't have to be afraid," he assured, noticing your rigid stature.
"P-Phillip did it- but I d-deserved it; he said I did!" you cried, holding on to Spencer's forearms with white knuckles. "Y-you don't," he argued quietly before taking your icy face in his hands.
"Phillip is abusing you. That is not your fault. He will never hurt you again," Spencer before pulling you down into his lap: he really wanted to hold you.
"H-how can you guarantee that?" you whimpered, leaning into his chest. "Because you're going to stay with me. Later we'll go get some of your stuff and you'll stay here until something else comes along, ok?"
You nodded as more tears fell down your heated cheeks. "Thank you," you all but sobbed before curling up entirely.
"I'm so sorry. I-I- He's never going to touch you again, ever. I'm so sorry, I should have known: fuck, Y/N.." he murmured as he pressed kisses into your hair. "I love you, so much. We're going to get through this," he promised while still cradling you to his chest.
"I love you, Spencer." "I love you, too," he said quietly, in fear of his voice breaking. As soon as you fell asleep (the first peaceful one you'd been in for a while), Spencer let his own tears fall.
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