#i dunno every time they do something to show they care i'm reminded of myself and my partner too

[bixels]

Taking the current topic as an excuse to ask you to tell me all the reasons you love Rarijack. Your art for the ship is so sweet and intimate I'd love to hear any in depth thoughts you have.

Breathes in.

I think what makes their dynamic really strong is that they have opposing personalities but aligned values. It's deeper than just "opposites attract." Rarity's fancy, prissy, and femme while Applejack's modest, rough, and "masculine." But both value hard work (to the point of being workaholics), their families (both have guardianship over their little sisters), running successful businesses, and eventually each other. Their relationship can be boiled down to, "Despite our differences/disagreements, I still like you because we value the same things."

We see their relationship develop so much. In the first season, they can't stop bickering about surface-level differences. By season four, they still bicker, but will mend their relationship because they can't help but do nice things for each other. In Trade Ya, they start off arguing over personality differences (Applejack likes old junk and Rarity likes useless crap). Then they pivot and start arguing that they value their relationship more than the other. In the end, they mend things by sacrificing their needs and buying each other a gift. Even if they don't understand it, they know it'd make the other happy. And that's all that really matters. It's a genuinely sweet moment that shows how arguing can be healthy and necessary for relationships to strengthen.

We even see them dropping their hang-ups about each others' personalities. In Made in Manehattan, when Rarity runs off in dramatics about someone's fashion, AJ doesn't roll her eyes or scoff, she smiles. Oftentimes, their conflicts are very common domestic conflicts romantic couples face. Applejack's Day Off is about a woman's inability to balance work and life and find time to properly spend with her partner, causing her partner to feel neglected.

By season seven, they're actively participating in each others' interests. Any problems or conflicts that arise are dealt with, and they come out the other end stronger and closer. In Honest Apple, AJ pretty much spells out why their relationship works so well: even though she doesn't understand fashion, she can recognize and appreciate how much work it takes and wants to respect that. When she realizes her mistake in the episode, AJ goes above and beyond to fix things and apologize to Rarity. They care about each other so much.

The two go out of their way, sacrificing their personal desires and beliefs and doing things they normally wouldn't, to make the other happy. That's just love.

There's Simple Ways, where AJ gets stuck in an unwanted love triangle between Rarity and her hipster crush. And her frustration and anger can be so easily interpreted as AJ finding herself in a terrible position; the girl she loves wants another man, and that man wants her.

I dunno. I've always had a preference for opposites attract ships, but Rarijack's stuck with me like a brain worm because they have the perfect chemistry. The way they show they care, or do things for each other, I've always read it as the truest representation of romance in the show.

#rarijack #i refuse to be embarrased by how much i know about this damn pony show #this is part of the reason why i never bought into appledash unfortunately. their values aren't aligned #rd lies a lot and often for very self serving reasons #and she distances herself from her family because they're. cringe? overbearing? her parents are very loving and supportive #meanwhile aj's. whole fucking thing. is honesty and family #ask me #anon #this is why it's still a little baffling they aren't canon #we got SO much real development with so much potential subtext #and it never really crossed the finish line #i dunno every time they do something to show they care i'm reminded of myself and my partner too #whenever i see something that's inconvenient or complicated or against my personality (adhd haver) but i know it'd make my #boyfriend happy. i do it anyways. and i always think to myself “wow. that's what love is. that's what it feels like”

[defeatsthem]

“📔” FOR MJSEFF I AINT EVER SENT SOMETHING SO FAST

TW for anyone that might read this, as this extremely dark au has already been discussed with @twotonesoffun. Read this with the utmost caution.

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: depression, suicidal thoughts and ideation

This takes place after Max's surgery and beyond. All he could do with his free time was mull over every stupid thing he'd ever done or said in his life.

Day 1:

Yesterday you left. I don't blame you for it one bit. You should've left. Matter of fact, you shouldn't have ever even shown up at the hospital at all. I keep staring at the bottle, the temptation to grab a fistful of pills and just end it right here is so tempting without you here. This house is so bare and I never realized how empty it was until your laughter wasn't here to fill it.

Day 13:

Thirteen days post-surgery. My knee still hurts like a fucking bitch. I won't lie, the worst part isn't getting out of bed by myself or having to resort to an in-house nurse in the meantime to take care of me now. It's humiliating. My fingertip keeps hovering over your name in my contacts, wanting to send a message but I don't dare to. Instead, I just open the video of me fucking that blonde woman to remind myself why I hate myself. Still, the temptation to take all those leftover painkillers lingers. I dunno why I haven't done it yet.

Day 42:

Physical therapy is getting easier, I guess. I can finally get off crutches in a few weeks but... whatever. It's been three weeks since the New Year holiday came and went and I can't believe it's been nearly a year since Seth and I hooked up at that rest top for the first time. I still remember how he felt... how I felt. It's forever engrained in my brain no matter how many times I wanna just forget about him because I'm ninety - nine percent certain he's forgotten about me already. I really need to stop directing this journal to him so maybe with this entry, it'll force me to.

Day 99:

Fuck, I miss you. I almost sent a message to you today, asking you how you were as if you'd even fucking respond. I at least finally flushed the rest of my meds down the toilet finally. They were burning a hole in my chest every single fucking night sitting on my nightstand. It was hard to discard the only thing you'd ever race to see me for. Fuck, I'm writing about him again when I said I wouldn't.

Day 273:

Nine fucking months. I was told I'd be out for an entire year but I'm a damn machine apparently. The past nine months have been an absolute mindfuck, but weirdly enough, it was necessary. I had to be on the brink of killing myself to see what I really wanted out of life. All I want is for him to be by my side again. Luckily, after getting some insider knowledge, I was able to find out where RAW is tomorrow night. I'm gonna go see him again. I can't be caught by security or talent otherwise I'll be kicked out immediately and probably arrested for breaking and entering into his bus but... at this point? I don't have much else to lose.

Day 274:

I'm burning this motherfucking journal right away tomorrow regardless of what happens in the next couple of hours. No one can know I even did this shit or sounded like such a whiny teenager bitch, okay? I can hear his music playing and I'm watching the show, sipping back an IPA from his fridge. The same kind that was in there the first time we met. He never changed, did he? He shouldn't. I can also smell that body wash he loves lingering throughout this entire thing. I don't dare make a sound since his driver is right outside, mingling with the crew. [THREE HOURS LATER.] I can hear his music playing again. He must've done the dark match after the show. At least it gave me some more time to get mentally prepared to see him again. I feel nauseous. Maybe I shouldn't have come...this was so fucking dumb of me. Shit. I hear his voice outside... here goes nothing.

#* answered. #// would tag appropriately but i don't want this in max's tag lmfao

[alters-journal]

(Typing for an alter whose still learning how to use modern technology -Miller)

I just need to talk about something thats been pissing me off lately.

I'm source positive. I like my source and my source character and its all fun and good most of the time. But something that really pisses me off is the underlying ableism with my source content.

My creator stated that I'm a sociopath and everyone in the fandom took that as "Haha, what a weirdo. Anyway back to my fan content where I give him every single symptom of cluster-b" And as someone who holds a lot of the cluster-b shit in our system its like what are you doing?

Most of the time I find posts like that funny cause its like "yeah i do that." Today I saw one where it was a light hearted tone over me talking about how all of my relationships are unstable. Damn, I wonder why that could be. I still find it a little funny but then it hit me.

Are people only taking my very obvious symptoms (that I show in canon) and only making jokes about it? Is no one GENUINELY thinking "hey maybe this guy is kinda fucked up"? I don't care if I'm someone's pathetic little meow meow. Thats not the problem. The problem is people are only looking at the funny parts of me.

I love being a symbol of hope and general happiness and etc etc but it seems like the fandom has tunnel vision and only looks at me when I'm goofing off.

It feels almost diminishing.

Then I wonder if these people who claim to love me (my source character) would ACTUALLY enjoy being around me. Would all their "I wish I could talk to him" s mean nothing if I told them I'm a narcissist? Would they have a sudden change of heart coming to see that I'm struggling too?

Usually I don't talk about the bad parts of me because I don't want people to know I'm struggling and every day is a fight to keep going but I'm not exactly an icon here so I guess it doesn't matter.

I dunno, I just hope that people who see the more light hearted sides of me don't look at people in real life with my symptoms and go "Hey you remind me of this guy from this book I read. Everyone simultaneously hates him and loves him. He's so pathetic haha." and then wonder why the person they know in real life isn't funny and always appearing godlike.

I just feel like my symptoms are really played up more as personality quirks than me actually struggling to have human interaction. Hell, I didn't even really consider myself human in source because I was so fucking delusional.

I just wish people who demonized cluster b wouldnt then turn around and look at me and go "Except him. He's funny and pathetic."

My creator isn't exactly on the best ground with how he writes mentally ill people (and really only has 2 or 3 tropes for poc) but its not like I can just deny that he created me this way and now I'm in the system because I'm a person that holds these symptoms and behaves this way.

-Kel

#introject #fictrojects #fictroject #alters #did system #did alters #system alters #anti endo #cluster b #aspd #npd #bpd #hpd #i just really dont want people to compare real people to me when i canonically killed myself like 3 times #and my god complex was so huge i wasnt satisfied until i killed god myself #(and i was a fortnite character once that feels like the worse offence /hj)

[startanewdream]

the denial month

My last contribution to @jilytoberfest. Thanks so much for @joyseuphoria to organizing this and for @midnightelite for helping me check this for any mistake.

(AO3)

"The gate creaked a little as he pushed it open, but James Potter did not hear. His white hand pulled out the wand beneath his cloak and pointed it at the door, which burst open...

He was over the threshold as James came sprinting into the hall. It was easy, too easy, he had not even picked up his wand...

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"

Hold him off, without a wand in his hand!... He laughed before casting the curse ...

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light filled the cramped hallway, it lit the pram pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glow like lighting rods, and James Potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut…"

A heavy sigh comes after these words, followed by a string of muttered curses.

From her couch, absently doing her Sunday crosswords, Lily readjusts the glasses on her face. "James, do you really need to read that aloud?"

"I can't help it! That's the stupidest thing I've ever read. Like a marionette?"

"It's Skeeter, what did you expect?"

"Some twisted version of the truth, maybe, but this… we die, Lily!"

"And that's why I don't read it. I remember when the first book came out—"

"The Philosopher's Stone," James reminds her, rolling his eyes.

"Wasn't it Sorcerer's?" Lily shrugs. "Anyway, dear Mrs Walkers from the apothecary seemed surprised I was alive! I go there every week for the past thirty years and she asks me if I was really Lily Potter—"

"Exactly! We can't let people keep thinking this thing is true… Can't we sue Skeeter for spreading lies?"

"I talked to Hermione when the Stone book came out. Skeeter was clever enough to call it a work of fiction based on true facts." Lily narrows her eyes. "And she was clever to also hide while publishing all this."

"Seven books! And we are dead! Why did we have to die?"

"A tragic hero sells better than one with loving parents, I guess."

"Ugh, I can't believe this is a best seller."

She throws him a mildly disapproving look. "Well, you did buy the whole collection."

"I got curious, you know I can't help myself! Sirius kept teasing that my death scene was even worse than his and I wanted to see."

"And it was?"

"Nah, he fell behind a veil, Lily. That was more stupid than me just showing up in front of Voldemort… but you know who got a good death scene? Snape!"

"Harry did see him dying—"

"No, no, he can't get a better death than me, I'm the protagonist's father! And Moony dies off-screen, he is barely mentioned… no, no, we need to do something."

"Burn the books?"

"Maybe it's time we publish our own memories. People have to know what really happened."

Lily opens her arms, and James accepts it at once, pulling her closer. "They know, love."

"I just hate everything… Do you know what happens when Harry goes to the forest to die for our sins? We show up with the Resurrection Stone… and we support him walking to his death!"

"Hey!" Now Lily is truly alarmed. "We'd never—"

"Exactly!"

"I can't believe they are turning this into a series of plays."

"What?"

"It was announced last week on the Prophet. I thought you had seen it."

"How come—"

"Something to celebrate 40 years since Voldemort's first fall."

"You mean the day our son apparently got orphaned and Dumbledore left him in the care of your sister?"

Lily shudders.

"Ugh, don't remind me of this part. The only thing that Skeeter probably got right was Vernon's personality."

"Nah, Umbridge was just the same. And Snape, real charming guy. A little obsessed with you though."

Lily shakes her head, amused with his disgusting tone. "Some famous actor is playing him, people were gushing about all over the Leaky Cauldron last week."

"I can't believe it… wait! Who is gonna portray us?"

Lily shrugs. "Dunno. We are not very important, are we?"

"Come on, you sacrifice yourself all nobly, and I… well, my friends love me, my only lines are not from my best moments… ugh, they are just going to cut my character in these plays, aren't they?"

"You said the books were stupid," Lily notes amusedly. "Why would you want to even be portrayed when they got you so wrong?"

"Because Sirius will be shown and he gets more screen time than me," James replies as if it's obvious. "Can you believe we don't kiss once in these books?"

"I'm pretty sure we do," she notes, winking at him. "Harry was born after all."

That makes James let out one of his infectious laughs. He runs his hand through his hair, strands of white hair reflecting under the lights of the room.

"I’m serious, not a single kissing scene. Not even a smooch."

"We can fix that," she suggests, grinning, and when she feels James' lips over hers, Lily is sure that reality is much better than any fiction.

#The Denial Month #Jily Lives #Jily #jilytober 2021 #Don't accept anything else as canon

[myc-ology-whore]

Ok ok- myc with a fat s/O!? I dunno why I just feel like it fits him??? And some fluff and nsfw is greatly appreciated, need more myc stuff in this fandom

absolutely yes i can do that, thanks for the ask!! and fr, the main reason i made this account was because i don't have enough content for my boy, so i decided to make some myself XD

myc with a chubby fem s/o below the cut <3

edit: NSFW

honestly, he prefers someone with a little extra meat on their bones. he loves stress toys and the like because he likes the feeling of having something soft to squeeze. i like to imagine he's got like super duper fluffy pillows not only for his big ol' noggin but for hugging at night because it's just so comforting having something to squish and cuddle at night.

so when he gets with his s/o, he makes it a point to be extra touchy-feely. i feel like he's very physically affectionate in general, but he gets extra touchy when you've got something he wants to squeeze

expect lots of tight hugs from behind throughout the day (the prick thinks it's hilarious to sneak up and scare the shit out of you, so it'll usually be unexpected), and if you're sitting next to him, he'll almost always have an arm settled firmly onto your thigh, squeezing every once in awhile when he looks over to check your thoughts on things (of course he doesn't have to look to read your mind, but he likes to see you smile at him when he turns to you)

doesn't get it if you're insecure. not in a "you're stupid for thinking like that" kind of way, more like a "i don't see anything wrong with you, why do you care so much if you've got some stretchmarks?" if he catches you being down on yourself, whether it's out loud or in your own thoughts, he's quick to compliment you and nuzzle into you wherever he can. he loves all of you, and he'll make sure you know it. your thighs, your tits, your belly, your ass, he absolutely loves them all, and he'll tell you so and tickle you all over until you're heaving with laughter and he can't hear those mean thoughts about yourself in your head anymore.

he buys you food a lot as gifts. of course you'll get something a little nicer for special occasions, but usually when he's shopping (online) for groceries, if he sees something that reminds him of you, he'll buy it. (he might also buy you some lingerie; he loves how you look, and he likes to show it by getting you things that'll show off your body. only for him, though.)

he's just as grabby during sex as he is during the day. he is absolutely grappling to you: a flagella around each thigh, one paying attention to each of your breasts, and two pumping in and out of you. whether you're insecure or not, he will constantly be praising your body and how good you feel, leaning over you the entire time. he adores how soft and pillowy you are, and how good it feels just to hold you, so you can expect him to go for quite a while.

after sex, cuddles are fucking amazing for him. he treats you like a big teddy bear, clinging onto you wherever he can find a good grip. he might be a hardass, but he's a sucker for the gentle, nonsexual affections that come out of you when you're tired. just give him some soft kisses, run your fingers up and down his stem or over the soft underside of his cap and he'll be in a blissful haze in no time. if you do decide you want to get up and go get clean in the shower, he's coming with you. what, you thought you could leave him? nope. while you're washing your hair, he's running his flagella all over you with a bar of soap. he's thorough, too; he'll gently scrub all across and below your tummy, beneath your breasts, under your arms, and of course he's gonna wanna help clean up the mess he made between your legs ;) it might lead to another round if you've got the stamina, but if you're no longer in the mood then he'll just gently rub over and through your folds, massaging anywhere that might be sore.

hope this was okay! i know it's short, but i'm a little annoyed and discouraged right now because the new puppy i got jumped on my computer and managed to delete about two and a half hours of writing i'd been doing for this blog earlier :.) i'm just ready to shower and hit the hay lol

#myc #magic myc #myc x reader #magic myc x reader #inside job #inside job x reader #inside job hcs

[ca-8]

Yakko x Reader Scenario: When You First Meet

'This is it. The beginning of the end.' 

Gripping on the straps of her backpack, (Y/n) exited the bus and stared up at the water tower that displayed the famous Warner Bros. logo. As expected, it emitted a smug aura onto the entire area; however, surprisingly, there was a slight twinge of mystery to it as well. But she didn't have time to ponder about it, so she only gave it an uneasy look and headed straight for the entrance.

Her heart stopped. She knew the place was going to be busy, but it was like an entire New York City packed in one section! So many writers, producers, actors, large men carrying heavy sets, every type of person working in film was scattered all over the place. It was like an ocean, with the people as marine life doing what they're designed to do, and (Y/n) being the puppy that was abandoned at sea.

The moment it all settled in, an involuntary realization invaded her thoughts. 'I don't belong here.'

The young girl reminded herself to breathe and rushed over to a vacant wall, then pulled out her phone. She had already sent her mother about a thousand messages telling her she was here, but since she hasn't responded, a few more shouldn't hurt. Fingers rapidly typing away, she bit her lower lip, already wishing she had stayed on that bus. 

"Oh, you're just gonna love it!" Her mother's squealing voice had already filled her skull. "You're so talented, I know you're gonna fit right in."

'Yeah, standing around all day with a bunch of people I don't know while doing something I suck at is exactly how I wanna spend my summer.' She let out a soft sigh. 'It's fine. Just shut up and make her happy, (Y/n).'

Several attempts of calling and texting later, no response. (Y/n) sighed again, and her eyes wandered over to the bustling crowd. 'No way. Absolutely no way.' But if she wanted to get the day over with, absolutely yes way.

First, she walked up to a lady looking down at the clipboard in her hands. "Um, excuse me," (Y/n) said. 

The lady's head snatched up. "KYLE!" she yelled, her eyes now ablaze with fury, "YOU IDIOT! THAT GOES IN THE WAREHOUSE ACROSS THE STUDIO!" And like there was nothing but a breeze behind her, the lady stomped off to the poor soul that had to face her wrath.

The breeze took a step back and ran around the corner. 'Maybe I'll find someone else instead…!' (Y/n) stopped and spotted a man sitting on the steps that lead to the entrance of a small building. She swallowed whatever was left in her mouth and reluctantly approached him. 

"E-Excuse me, sir?" she stuttered, hoping her voice was louder than the last time. As she got closer, (Y/n) noticed he was chuckling, and his gaze was glued onto a small piece of paper. 

"I...I did it…!" he said. She yelped and shrinked back when he suddenly jumped to his feet. "I FINALLY DID IT! WE'LL SEE WHO'S REGRETTING THE DIVORCE NOW, MARGARET!" And with a manic laugh, the man dashed into the building. 

'...Or maybe I'll just find it myself.'

It wasn't too long before (Y/n) got herself lost. Despite the help of maps that were stuck to some of the buildings, all of them seemed exactly the same. It was like a maze, and with each passing minute, she was more and more convinced that there was no finish line. Even worse, her mother was too busy to respond to anything she sent her. 

'Oh, what should I do?' (Y/n) thought for the thousandth time. No matter how hard she pinched or held them, her arms refused to stop trembling. Not too long ago, the outside of the studio became deserted and she'd hate to walk in a warehouse and possibly interrupt something important, so asking for help again was out of the question.

...Or, perhaps it wasn't. 

A tiny, hopeful smile crossed (Y/n)'s face when she heard the sounds of frustrated grunts around the corner. It was the first time she was so relieved to see a stranger. 

And thank god that stranger was a security guard. Though she wondered why he had a giant net in his hand, she shoved the curiosity as far in the back of her mind as she could and reached up to gently tap his shoulder. 

"Um, excuse me sir?" she asked as loud as she could. 

His head whipped around, revealing angry eyes and a scowl that said he was ready to kill. But right as his gaze landed on her, it changed within an instant. 

"Oh, hello!" he said with a bright smile. 

(Y/n) blinked, cocking her head. ‘What was this guy up to?’

"I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know where (M/n) (L/n) is filming? I'm her daughter, (Y/n), and I'm trying to look for her. She's not answering her phone either."

His joyful expression slowly melted into a confused one. "Uuhhh…(M/n) (L/n)?”

“Yes. She’s a part of Animal Kingdom? Do you know where that’s being filmed?”

“Oh! I know there’s a zoo around here called Animal Kingdom! I don’t think you’ll find it in a film studio, though.”

(Y/n) frowned. “...No, I mean the show. Aren’t they filming in a warehouse today? Do you know where that is?”

“Who’s ‘they’?”

Her eye twitched, and she was just about ready to drown the entire studio in the nearest ocean. “N-Nevermind, I’ll just-”

As if the universe wasn’t satisfied with tormenting her enough, the security guard suddenly launched up into the air and flew into the sky. Right before her eyes, the heavens were coated with explosives of every color that ever existed. 

“Oh my god!” (Y/n) yelled. ‘Who strapped fireworks on that guy?!’

“Oh, I knew you’d love it!”

Her eyes were ripped from the loud fireworks show as she was immediately smothered in a hug. “It’s so nice that another girl’s here! All the other ones here are either too busy or just keep shouting about a restraining order for some reason. I dunno, but anyway, I just know you're gonna love it here! Anyway, my name’s Princess Angelina Louisa Cantessa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the third! But since we're friends now, you can just call me Dot.”

This confirmed it. This was a trap set up by her mother to deliberately drive her insane, because how else can someone explain the nut jobs and talking dogs in pink dresses? 

A combination of those two things happened to be clutching her head and digging her face into hers. “...Huh?” (Y/n) mumbled.

‘Dot’ jumped off of her and smiled widely. “Sorry about Ralph by the way. I figured out you were coming at the last second and I really needed someone for your welcoming gift.” she said.

(Y/n) glanced up at the sky where the fireworks were slowly dying down. “Um...Is he gonna be okay?” she asked.  

“Of course he will!” her backpack said.

The teen screamed and threw her bag on the ground. A hand popped out and unzipped it with impossible ease, then a taller boy version of Dot jumped out, pulling up his long brown pants and flashing a grin. 

“H-...H-H-How did you…?!” (Y/n) stuttered, pointing at him. 

“What? Never heard of cartoon logic?” he said, approaching her. “And Ralph’ll be fine. His skull’s so thick, concrete’s the last thing that can kill him.”

“What-?”

“Anyhow,” he walked over to Dot and put an arm over her shoulder, “The name’s Yakko, this here’s my beloved baby sister Dot, and this is-” He stopped, staring at the empty space to his left. He leaned into Dot, whispering, “Say, uh, you don't mind looking for Wakko, do ya sis?”

Dot glanced at (Y/n) for an uncomfortable moment and suddenly shot her brother a glare. "I've got eyes all over this studio, Yakko," she warned, slowly stepping away.

Now (Y/n) certainly knew she didn't see pairs of eyes appear around every inch of her sight. 'Oh god, I didn't breath in drugs on the way here, did I? Actually, that would explain whatever the heck's going on.'

Yakko smiled as he watched his sister leave and turned to (Y/n). He walked closer to her, and she realized that his half-lidded eyes had a strange glint in them. “Sooo, your name’s (Y/n), right? A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

(Y/n)’s face heated up. ‘First I get lost, then see a guy get blown up, and now some other guy’s flirting with me? ...To be honest, this is still better than what Mom had planned for today.’

“So what brings ya’ here?” he asked.

“O-Oh, well, my Mom was supposed to give me a tour of the studio, but I’ve been giving that to myself all day. I tried finding her, but I’m pretty sure I’m nowhere near it by now.” Her eyes wandered over to the ground, but a realization made them perk back up and over to Yakko. “Hey, do you happen to know this place by any chance?”

“Know it? Please, my sibs and I live here, we know this place by heart and soul!” He mumbled something else, along the lines of “Basically made our hearts and souls”. 

Her heart jumped; finally, a piece of good news. “Really?” she said, a smile spreading across her face.

He nodded. “So where do ya’ need to go?” Before she could answer, he pulled out a piece of folded paper and moved in so close, their shoulders were smooshed together. Yakko unfolded it, and it turned out to be the biggest map (Y/n) has ever seen. “Well, from here, you’re gonna need to take a right and continue straight until you get to the Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts exhibit. But be careful, I heard some of them escaped, and if anyone asks if you’ve seen any of them, don’t tell them I gave one to Dot as a late birthday gift. Anyway, you take a left from there, then a right where you’ll see the lot where they used to shoot Game of Thrones. Now this is only a rumour I’ve heard, but I think some of the producers are still on that set. If you happen to see them, do not, I repeat, DO NOT mention season eight, or maybe just don’t mention the show at all. Actually, don’t even look at them. As a matter of fact, you probably shouldn’t even go there at all, just keep heading straight until you get to the D.C. Universe lot. Then you just take left there, then a sharp right over over, then you keep going straight until you get to here, turn up over there, turn right there, and then you’re there. Did ya’ follow all that?”

(Y/n) stared at his face, which was practically radiating with enthusiasm, and she felt her eye twitch again. “...No,” she said, shaking her head.

His smile dimmed, but it became just as bright as the sun again a split-second later. “Ah well, maps are gettin' old anyways,” he said, throwing the map over his shoulder. “WAKKO!!”

And, low and behold, another anthropomorphic dog popped out of nowhere, and (Y/n) was starting to question if there was an army of them hidden somewhere. But she had to admit, it was pretty cute how this one was dressed in an oversized blue sweater and red hat. 

“Tablet, please,” Yakko said politely, holding out his hand. 

‘You're not gonna walk me there-?'

Wakko suddenly held his head back with his cheeks puffed out, then leaned into Yakko’s hand as he forced out a small object from his mouth. After an incredibly uneasy moment, a tablet glazed in spit was in Yakko's grasp. While he praised the little guy, (Y/n) forced back the urge to vomit.

“E-Ehhhh…?” She couldn’t say anything else while her gaze frantically went back and forth from Wakko and the regurgitated tablet. 

“Oh! Where are my manners?” Yakko said. “(Y/n), this is my dear little brother, Wakko. Wakko, this here’s our new special friend, (Y/n).” 

“Hello!” Wakko greeted, who was suddenly in her arms. “You’re really pretty!”

“Ehh? Thank you? I guess??” she said apprehensively, and finally managed to make eye contact. Despite his...quirks, he's actually a little adorable... She let herself grin a little.

The moment of semi-peace was ruined when she took notice of Yakko’s narrowed eyes. “ALrighty, (Y/n)!” he said loudly, grabbing his little brother by the collar and gently setting him on the ground. “Animal Kingdom, right? Let’s get ya’ right over there.” He moved right beside her and taped the screen a couple times. 

“Um, what’re you doing exactly?” she asked.

“Doing what every person does to get somewhere nowadays.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him, and (Y/n) flinched from his touch. “Please keep your arms, legs, and personal items inside the tablet at all times.”

Just when she was about to question him for the hundredth time, he pressed the screen again, and her vision became nothing but white. Her body felt like it was launched into a tornado; a strong force of wind thrusted her back, and somehow, the boy’s arm kept her from flying off from his side. A second later, her feet were back on the ground, the sky was where it needed to be, and reality was back in place. 

Except for (Y/n)’s mentality. 

She stumbled around, trying to find her balance as the world unbearably whirled around her. Finally, she shook her head, and quickly turned back towards Yakko, whose face tried to tell her whatever happened was perfectly fine and normal. 

“What was THAT?” she yelled, staggering towards him and gripping his shoulders.

And he still had the audacity to have that 'why-are-you-freaking-out-so-much-we-do-this-every-Friday' smile. “Thank you for attending Warner’s Travel Tours! I would say my Agent Ralph’ll take your bags, but I left him alone with my sibs, so he’s probably in the middle of the Pacific Ocean by now.”

(Y/n) could only stare at him. Her mind was twisting and turning, trying so hard to make any sense of what happened but only making her headache grow larger and larger. And then, her thoughts just went blank.

She smirked. Then giggled. And a few seconds later, she had burst out laughing whilst holding her stomach. (Y/n) looked back up at Yakko, wiping a tear from her eye. “Th-Thank you…” she said, catching her breath. 

His smile had grown and she thought his white cheeks were red for a moment. Yakko had opened his mouth, but whatever he was about to say was cut off by a net suddenly covering his entire body. Ralph was behind him, his skin and clothes burnt and ears practically smoking. “You’re coming with me, Warner!” he said.

And yet, Yakko only grinned. Like physics was his enemy, he disappeared from inside the net and appeared sprouting from the security guard’s back, cheerfully waving at (Y/n). “I’ll see ya’ around, yeah?” he said, then ran around the corner with Ralph sprinting right after him.

(Y/n) giggled and reached for the straps around her back. But when she only felt the (f/c) fabric of her shirt, her smile dropped, and a deep sigh escaped her lips. “Great…” she whispered.

“(Y/N)!” 

She gasped as a pair of arms squeezed the life out of her. Her mother spun her around to face her gleaming smile, which was immediately replaced by an apologetic frown. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get your texts! That scene took forever, but I’m glad you found your way here! You’re so smart! Anyway, I know we don’t get as much time now, but there’s still so much we’ll be able to see!...”

She rambled on and on and on and on. Her daughter’s shoulders slumped and she followed her to where she wanted her to go, but the frown on her face didn’t last long when she remembered the fun she had just a few seconds ago. ‘Maybe this summer won’t be that bad.’

#is this how you write him lmao #i love this boi so much #animaniacs #cartoons #x reader #fanfiction #the reader in this is like 15 dont worry lol #im bored #yakko warner

[rocketmuse]

I thought I'd share my playlist for the anniversary of the boathouse kiss. :)

Song translations, MANY thoughts, and timeline under the break.

Noise warning for song 19, Hinahanap-Hanap Kita. 4:23 to the end. Loud high pitched beeps.

YouTube music version to be made soon.

Translations for foreign songs:

Ewan [Dunno] — Apo Hiking Society — Filipino/Tagalog

Amour plastique [Plastic love] — Videoclub — French

Panalangin [Prayer] — Apo Hiking Society/Moonstar88 — Filipino/Tagalog

Hinahanap-Hanap Kita [I'm Looking For You] — Rivermaya — Filipino/Tagalog

This is a collaborative playlist made with my friend.

Thought Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy would be a good starter song. Something about the music. Represents a good start of Alec persuing Maurice, like, hey, I can be yours... Whatcha doin'?

I added Puppy Princess because of the chorus but I know some people don't like that song so... You can skip if you'd like. KISS MEEEEE KIISS ME WITH YIIR EYESSS CLOSED . ALL I WANT IS YOU YEAH YOU. TELL ME I'M NOT FUNNY TELL ME I'M LEGIIIIT

Ewan. OH MY GOD this song is so them. Alec cares for Maurice, and doesn't like not being taken seriously or being treated badly and brushed off.

"I don't know why you're like that, you're difficult to talk to and you're a snob" COME ON IS THAT NOT THEM — Just a smile from you, and I'll be in heaven. Please give me a response, anything but "No idea"... What a perfect representation of Alec's continuous persuit of Maurice, always talking, always trying...

I could go on with every lyric.

Edit: I just realised this song fits so well for Alec's letters and meeting at the museum. Must resist the urge to add the same exact track twice.

So about Touch Me... Some of the lyrics apply better in other versions. Spotify just has this version tho. Touch me, just like that.

All I've Ever Known. Maurice discovered so much that night about touch and sharing and being with someone. He wants to be with Alec. "All I've ever known is how to hold my own, but now I want to hold you too. [Hold you close, I don't wanna ever have to let you go. Hold you tight, I don't wanna to back to the lonely life.]" Alec opened up his eyes and he'll never be the same.

Can't Help Falling in Love With You. 'Did you ever dream you'd a friend, Alec? ... Someone to last your whole life...' 'Alec, you're a dear fellow and we've been very happy.'

I'd Like To Walk Around In Your Mind was added from Maurice's perspective. Perhaps it fits Alec too...

I think Love At First Sight has the double meaning of the literal title, as well as "wouldn't you like to kiss her" perhaps being... Something Maurice would hear.

I Don't Dance. Based on this post/edit. Please watch this video oh my God.

Pink in the Night. Alec yearns for Maurice in the boathouse. He hasn't come. He hears his heart breaking tonight.

Every lyric is perhaps pulled straight from Alec's brain, to be honest. I remember seeing a post with this song in other contexts with them too. So yes, a few meanings.

Amour plastique. Alec reminiscences on the night in the Russet room. Why hasn't he come?

In my mind, everything goes wild. I lose myself in your eyes. I drown myself in the vagueness of your loving gaze.

And at night I cry tears that stream down my cheeks. I think of you only when the days ends, only when my sad demons descend upon my mind, into the bottomless abyss.

Waiting in the boathouse at night, when the day ends.

I ring out in kisses all down your chest. Lost in the avalanche of my heart astray. Who are you? Where are you?

The moments of then repeat in his mind. Where is Maurice?

I suppose Hopelessly Devoted To You and I'm A Fool To Want You are self explanatory. Maurice should really come... Alec really toughed it out, 2 days he spent in the boathouse, really wanted to see Maurice, really knew they had something, and doesn't want to be treated like a dog. Generally, his 1st letter.

Moon Song. My friend said they added it as a general love song. — Why do you treat me like this? Why didn't you come to the boathouse? — Alec's 2nd letter as a whole. Plus bits of 1st.

And you pushed me in, and now my feet can't touch the bottom of you. ... So I will wait for the next time you want me, like a dog with a bird at your door.

Ewan would fit here tbh.

Panalangin. My only prayer in this lifetime: to be beside you, to be together with you, that's my prayer.

"I since cricket match do long to ... place both arms round you and share with you, the above now seems sweeter than words can say."

And this heart won't allow if you will be away from me, my love, please listen.

It also fits the end of museum.

I Want You. Maurice, can you come to the boathouse already? Alec has no power to teleport you there. I hold one card that I can't use.

I found you. I found the door, but when I stepped through, there was no floor. He found Maurice, bit he's not being here for Alec.

You're coming back And it's the end of the world We're starting over And I love you, darling And I am done, dear

Alec wishes this would happen. Also, he does come back later and they love again over, and "it is finished".

Credit for suggesting the next two songs goes to @beatle-capaldi!!! He also wrote was in quotations!

English Summer Rain

The Most Radical Thing To Do

Hinahanap-Hanap Kita. 1st letter, he's looking for Maurice. Thinking about them together.

In my thoughts and dreams, in every turn of destiny, I look for you. Also applies to that hotel/post-hotel feeling. I look for you, even if I try to forget you, saying goodbye, looking back...

Wildest Dreams. They think a lot of each other. They share once more. But they must say goodbye. Alec saw this coming. Maurice hopes that Alec will remember him like this.

I Hear a Symphony. Alec truly opened up Maurice's eyes. Maurice was meant to be with him. He helped Maurice, changed his life. But now Alec is leaving on ship... Or is he? The symphony leads into...

An orchestral sountrack. The Boathouse. Unfortunately the Maurice soundtrack is not on spotify. It's on my personal YouTube music version. I added it because it just captures the boathouse the only way the sountrack itself can.

The Word of Your Body (Reprise). MLM people have moment of romantic tension, which culminates in confessions of love. Just had to add it. "Haven't you heard the word of your body?" perfectly describes Alec gifting and showing Maurice the wonder of truest physical affection and love. He lets Maurice be okay with himself, and again, changes everything. Every lyric is perfect.

Also, sorry JBW, I like other versions more... Too bad Spotify is mean.

I See The Light. Yeah. Every lyric. Maurice is Rapunzel. Movie Blond too. Both the morning at Russet room and the museum. And the world has somehow shifted. All at once everything is different, now that I see you. "By now they were in love with each other consciously."...

Suddenly Seymour. Suddenly see more, yeah? Clive = ass and someone gives him affection for once, wow! Sidenote, I want to sing this with them and their accents... Suddenly SCUDDER...

Helpless. Musical theatre songs seem to be good retellings of their love story. It's why they belong in post boathouse. Summaries and retellings. They're also good at conveying love they'd feel for each other in general, all times ever. Like loving men, retelling a story.

I'll Cover You. Cute love song feat. gays. I like to imagine them dancing around, declaring their love and devotion for each other. Walking and dancing around like in the original scene, sometime post canon. In my own imagination, I thought of Alec as Angel and Maurice (Christopher) as Collins.

Video Games. They must love spending time together. I thought this to be Maurice POV. Only worth living if somebody is loving you I mean, come on.

It's you, it's you, it's all for you. Everything I do. I tell you all the time, heaven is a place on Earth with you.

Un sospiro. I headcanon that Maurice picks up the piano and plays for Alec. Perhaps he picked it up bc of/after Clive, but now can play it for someone who gives a shit.

Something about the melody reminds me of them. And then it gets more intense... A bit like the passions of love, showing up in sharing and touch and more, too.

Liebestraum. I mean, it means love dream/dream of love. I just had to. Also I just like Liszt.

Take Me Up With You, Dearie. This song is just so sweet... So soft... Edwardian to boot... I love how quintessentially 1909 it is. Discovered it in a YT video. The thought of them getting married makes me cry. This song in general makes me want to cry, it's so romantic, tender, and exudes my favourite era...

Let us float, float, float through the clouds, and just have a lot of fun. We'll go up, up, up as two and then come down as one.

Put Your Head on My Shoulder. We Belong Together. I always imagine Maurice and Alec slowdancing to songs that come on the radio together, when the 1950s hits... Alec probably rests his head on his shoulder as this plays and they dance...

I'm using a lot of ellipses, am I secretly Rupert Graves?

Welcome to the 70s and 80s. They love dancing together and being with each other. Now, Panalangin can be a happy song. My only prayer for this lifetime ... To be together with you. And this heart won't allow if you will be away from me.

Just the Two of Us. What a nice, vibey song. Great title, great scenario of them dancing to this...

Tiny Dancer. Your Song. MLM people in the 70s + Radio, being happy and in love with each other. — I just thought I should add some Elton. A different friend, and I, like him. Maurice sings to Alec, "And you can tell everybody this is your song." That I put down in words how wonderful life is with you in the world.

Electric Love. Fun fact: this song got me to share the playlist. Got me thinking about them and their anniversary again. The funky busy instrumental describes well their passionate love. The highs of electric LOOOOOOVE describe the intensity of them.

Alt text continued: themselves together under and the love. And the love. The song has its own tension and it perfectly pictures their own tension. So yeah, this is THEIR song quite literally.

Sorry if my music taste is perhaps basic. I just made it for when I hear songs that are Them.

Falling for Ya. Alec falls for Maurice. "I saw you when you first drove up, Mr Hall..." Something about Maurice, right? Plus really nice vintage vibes with the music. The bit about Into your arms and it's a secure sure sounds like Maurice. Awh, they're falling for *each other*...

Rainbow Connections. Gay and bi people. Marriage. Everything that Maurice and Alec went through to get here, where they were meant to be. Clive. Working for Clive. Leading up to now.

All the things that had to go right, all the things that had to go wrong, that lead us to the place where we were going all along.

On the YT version there's a soft/jazzy cover of Panalangin here. Because they're old and spending time together and being happy. What a throwback, a defined meaning in their lives over time.

Still Into You. After all these decades... Old and grown, together... True soulmates... Two men can defy the world... Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood. Imagine Maurice meeting Alec's mom in this context. If only.

Postmodern Jukebox cover, because they are a quintessentially 20th century couple. They exude vintage.

Some piano playing for Alec. Soft, tender, romantic, emotional, true. Feels like nighttime. Feels like Maurice and Alec. And a throwback to the pre 1914 world as well. Claire de Lune feels like... A credits of life piece. Time spent in the early 1980s. Nocturne feels like that too, but more romantic. Smidge less nighttime. Ah yes, Gymnopédies. The truest credits feel of them all. None of these actually are credits for Maurice and Alec, but I struggle to find the word for this feeling. But yeah. These all have Them vibes to me. Piano of the time just does I suppose. Glad to be reminded of them at any time.

What a long playlist. Like going through almost their whole lives together. 1:52 hrs. Almost like a movie. Imagine that. A full movie of THEIR lives... But leaving to the imagination was a good thing. Led to this such action. Thank you E.M. Forster.

Timeline:

1. Pendersleigh

4. & 5. Russet Room. Night, then Morning

9. Cricket

10. Boathouse Nights

18. The Museum

20. The Hotel

21. After

23. The Boathouse

24. They Still Roam the Greenwood

I just like to imagine them dancing to songs on the radio, for decades to come...

#maurice 1987 #maurice 1914 #maurice #maurice hall #alec scudder #Spotify

[lynxalon]

Lynx!!! I arrive with asks to help! I'm still working on responding to your ask! :D We have a lot of similarities in music taste, I think!! Sending safety vibes!!! I really hope that person doesn't bother you,, For dsmp asks, would you like to talk about bench trio and their respective love languages?

I'm safe dw, it's just an icky situation and my paranoia has Not been great lately but OwO is me

Benchtrio love languages! I was kinda obsessed when I first found out about love languages, cause for once I could explain to people how I specifically felt loved, and I could also finally understand why what I did to show love didn't make Others feel loved. So, you have the classic five love languages: Words of affirmation, gift giving/receiving, physical touch, quality time, and acts of service. There are also nontraditional ones, which are niche and very person-specific but that don't quite fit into on of the classic five. My best comparison would be a uquiz I once took where someone assigned people niche love languages like remembering a person's order. What I'm going to do it talk about the classic love languages in order of Most to Least effecting, and then assign niche love languages to them that they've either portrayed or just have the vibes of lmao

Ranboo:

- Acts of service

- Gift giving/recieving

- Quality time

- Words of affirmation

- Physical touch

Starting off! Ranboo! I'm starting with him because I've been watching his streams everyday since early Feb, so I've had time to understand his vibes and just how he interacts with people. His main seems to be acts of service, very closely following by gift giving. He's often seen doing things for others, even going as far as grinding resources to Potentially do things for others. (I say others but. We know who I'm mainly talking about lmao...) He seems less concerned with receiving, and seems content to give out. Chances are the way he Shows love isn't the way he Feels loved. Anyways, his first two tie into each other really well, which is really interesting because tbh most have One main one that they show love with and feel loved with (mine is quality time, paired with a niche love language I like to call pestering). Next is quality time and words of affirmation. The first two were definitely how he showed love, but these two seem to be how he Feels loved. From him hanging out Tubbo, and us seeing how Tubbo's fixed sleep schedule affects Ranboo, it's clear that he very much enjoys spending time with people he cares about. (And by seeing how if affects him I mean. We have heard the dude bring up Tubbo so much the last couple of days, absolutely unprompted, like he talks more about Tubbo than I think about him which kinda says something cause my current hyperfixation is my fave streamers so. Huh.) Words of affirmation is in part tied with the last, cause sometimes people compliment him or something and mans really just goes 😮😄 Which, super endearing, hearing him smiling after Tubbo compliments him (which Tubbo does in a /j way but also a /hj way which is so funny to me). Lastly is physical touch, and tbh this is at the bottom cause we can't quite gauge if he's a touchy person and I don't think he is very touchy only cause the other four really stand front and center for him lmao. The niche love language I'd assign Ranboo? Pestering. I'm not biased, I'm just right OwO The way he pestered and messed with Tubbo saying he had the best mcc win rate? Yeah, that's something I'd do.

So, halfway through I lost motivation and confidence so I'll just be putting what I think Tubbo's and Tommy's are, cause I just do not have the energy to go as in depth as I would like! Rip to me lmao 😔😂 I hope the rest is still interesting though UwU

Tubbo:

- Quality time

- Acts of service

- Gift giving/receiving

- Words of affirmation

- Physical touch

So, quick run down! Tubbo's main is quality time! Unlike Ranboo, his first two aren't too terribly close. He enjoys spending lots of time with people, and I definitely understand as my main is quality time as well. One of the main examples of this I would point out would actually be streaming! Homeboy streams A Lot, like a lot a lot, to the point where it's a common inside joke that if you leave a Tubbo stream (especially alt) and come back later, he'll still be there. One of the main reasons I want to start streaming is so I can hang out and share stuff with others, cause I think there's something suuuper cool about playing games and sharing those experiences with others. Like, I remember watching Jacksepticeye play Life Is Strange, or Guardians (personal fave). It was like watching a friend play, which I really needed at the time. It was quality time without the anxiety of Being There completely. And Tubbo loves streaming, and has said it lots of times, and I think that it's really great ^^ Now, acts of service is one I think has definitely moved Up in the order, because of Ranboo specifically. Hear me out, hut something doing something for you because they want to can actually be so Loving and Tender... And no, I'm not jealous... But, Ranboo! Ranboo likes doing things for people he cares about and I think that for Tubbo it's a way he feels loved, and knows he's cared about. Gift giving and receiving was originally in second place, but has since went down one. I think this was used to be much more prominent, and I definitely think it still holds the same weight and value as it did before, but now it's vaguely overshadowed by acts of service. Fella enjoys receiving things, but also seems to be constantly getting people things (or similarly, influencing someone to get something that he thinks they definitely should have. lol). Words of affirmation is definitely a nice surprise kinda situation. Like, being complimented or someone being proud of him is Very pog. And, I, for one, am very proud of my streamer 😄 Sometimes I really be like. Head full... Tubbo. Lmao 😂😂😂 Anyways, he doesn't necessarily seem adverse to physical touch, it just seems like it's less important that the rest. I do think that for him he'd be more physically affectionate with someone who mains that (dunno how else to put it lmao) cause he wants them to feel loved in a way that makes sense to them! Hope that all makes sense! And tbh, I lied! I'm a liar! I fr thought I wouldn't open my big mouth and just gush about this some more but man. I really proved myself wrong OwO Also, I assign Tubbo the odd niche love language of sharing videos about things he enjoys as a way of affection.

Tommy:

- Physical touch

- Words of affirmation

- Quality time

- Acts of service

- Gift giving/receiving

Tommy is very interesting! Cause, the first is a little bit ahead of the rest, but all of these are very close together in value and importance. I haven't been able to watch as much from Tommy, so all of this will be very loose. The first seems most common as a way he shows love, and I think it's also how he feels loved. My reason for this, dude just trust me 😂 Words of affirmation for my boy plz, he is so loving and I just really love him. He reminds me of that meme where the landlord's like 'I don't allow pets' and the person sends a pic of their pet and the landlord's like 'Ok I'll allow him because he looks very polite' That is literally every inniter, anyone who watches Tommy, they're like 'I'll allow him because he looks very polite'. Is he polite? Eh maybe lmao. Also mans likes spending time with friends. Understandable. Likes hanging out doing silly stuff. People help him with things sometimes and that is Nice. Gifts are also neat but he's not a very material person is he. Hmm. I assign his niche love language to be sending pics of animals. Just think it fits him lmao. He likes cows and such a little too much, people who like cows often send lots of pics of animals, I know from experience OwO

This was fun to answer, thank you for this ask Lina! 💚💚💚 I enjoy personality analysis, things like love languages, enneagram types, mbti, and astrology charts. So yeaah this stuff is super fun to think about XD Also, this isn't like Entirely factual or anything like that, just mere observation and analysis for fun ^^

#lynx speaks #answered asks #lina my beloved ^^ 💚💚💚 #ranboo #tubbo #tommy #benchtrio #big oof owo #this took me a shorter amount of time to answer than most asks so i am Proud OwO #this was fun to write out ^^ #long post

[danganronpedits-archived]

heya tsu !! could i possibly get a kin matchup from dr, specifically udg ? 👀 i'm bad at describing myself but !! i'm pretty loud and extra most of the time with my friends, but if you don't know me i try to keep a low profile. i like drawing, writing, and performing and i wanna be on broadway someday ! i usually take leadership with school assignments and stuff, and i easily get irritated if people don't listen to me and/or don't do their work. tysm in advance !!

ooh, okay, ultra despair girls! i’ll keep the major ones as that cast specifically, but i do have a couple in mind from other games that i’ll leave at the end! you seem really cool, anon, so thank you for requesting !!

*also, since the cast of udg is rather small, the major characters of the matchup will be in order of who you most to least reminded me of!

first off, i match you with...

kotoko utsugi!

okay- i had a bit of a hard time picking between her and nagisa, but you are jus... big kotoko. first off, i mean, her ultimate is theater- you definitely share the aspirations for broadway with her, as well as a liking for performing!! also, being a theatre kid, she’s really loud and extra around her friends, and i think that as long as she has a friend or two around she can still be lively and bubbly- i dunno how true that is for you, but maybe it is! it seems more like when she’s submerged in strangers that she looses her cool and backs down. i won’t go into her backstory here, for both spoiler and triggering reasons, but that’s my strongest example of her doing this.

plus, while she is still a child who dislikes school, it’s said ingame that she’s also very intelligent. whenever she’s in a stronger state of focus, i wouldn’t be surprised if she’d lead the charge(also, showing some leader-ish traits, though a lot of the WOH do) on an assignment! plus, both of you don’t like to go unheard- and i wouldn’t be surprised if the two of you also share the desire to be understood be others. plus, while she does explicitly state a lot of her interests, i feel like kotoko and you would both have trouble describing your personalities if told to. like, i dunno what it is- i just couldn’t imagine her being able to smoothly. unless it was in a theatre role, of course!

i also match you with...

surprisingly, not nagisa shingetsu yet! komaru naegi, actually!

so... komaru is sort of very and yet not really different from kotoko? and you? but hear me out. both of you do seem to be not very good at describing yourselves- in fact, komaru ingame even sees herself as completely ordinary and average, even though she has the strange abilities of seeing ghosts, and i don’t even remember what abomination she said her favourite food was. she’s not super loud around her friends, but she can definitely be extra and over the top in what she actually says, versus her somewhat more mellow attitude. her main loudness comes out whenever she’s more emotional and genuine, but i don’t think that that’s inaccurate to how you are! and, even though we don’t see it much since she warms up to toko pretty quickly, she is more hesitant and quiet around people she doesn’t know. ie the warriors of hope upon first meeting them

also, while i don’t think komaru’s hobbies aren’t explicitly stated, she does have an interest in manga- something that while she might not want to write it, i’m 99% sure she said she had an interest in drawing manga(checked the wiki and she does!), which lines up with you! plus, while i kind of see her as the lazy high school student, manga is literature, and on the note of leadership, komaru was able to rise up against the army of monokumas and the WoH. of course, she only got really into it after her character arc, but like the previous kin anon, that’s the komaru i thought of when reading your descriptkin. she seems louder and able to be silly, the way you seem, but knows when to be serious and doesn’t like it when other people can’t agree with when she does. despite komaru being a very average and normal person, she still wants to be listened to- her waking up every day and banging on the door for an escape is a strong indicator of that.

finally, i match you with...

masaru daimon! i’m just kidding, nagisa shingetsu!

um... as i kept going back to your descriptkin, i sort of wavered on your total nagisa vibes- you still remind me of him, but i kept kind of faltering as i realised you weren’t a perfect fit for him haha. but that’s okay! anyways, your similarities! both of you are definitely more quiet when you don’t know people, nagisa seems rather introverted and even though he’s more serious, he can also get louder and happier around his friends. even though he seems a bit less cheerful than you do, i do think that both of you genuinely care a lot for your close friends and family, found or otherwise. plus, while i’m not sure how artsy he is, he does have an interest in toko’s books, which *implies* that he might be into writing?

the second half of your descriptkin, however, is where i think the big similarities shine through. first off, nagisa is absolutely the leader type when it comes to general tasks. maybe he’s not the type to give a motivational speech, but he knows how and when to get things done. i’d imagine that he’s co-leader of the warriors of hope for this reason! plus, being the most serious member of the group, he’s the type to be sort of a stickler for getting assignments done, as well as staying on top of responsibilities in general. both of you seem like if people weren’t listening to you trying to help them stay on task, it would be sort of a headache.

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and with that, bonus lightning round time! from udg, you also remind me a bit of jataro kemuri, and from the main games, you also remind me a bit of kokichi ouma, angie yonaga, and korekiyo shinguuji!

i hope this was helpful, anon! please remember that you know best... um, i don’t really have much to add- sort of tired, haha. i’ll probably wake up later and realise that i forgot a crucial detail...! thank you very much for requesting though, and i hope your day/night is really good!

-mod tsu

#kin matchup #dr kin #udg kin #the images are kind of big... but #it's... also like 3am im tired LOL #goodnight everybody! #ask #request finished #anon

[area50dununiverse]

You asked to prompt you smut and I am actually embarrassed to ask for this but the first thing that came in to my head when I read your liam fic was threesome with Liam? J & E maybe asking him to be their first time or teach them how maybe he's bisexual in the fic or something I dunno? I'm sorry if this is way too dirty lol do not feel pressured to write it at all if you're not comfortable with it but you asked for smut and that was the first thing that came to mind but like that's sooo dirty!!!

PLEASE do not be embarrassed to ask for smut!!! I literally LOVE writing smut and will always fill smutty prompts!! This may have come out a little more smutty than you may have expected though… I can’t help myself. I love Jed smut and i’m so glad you asked!! Read below as always and I hope you like it!

It was all Edward’s idea. John didn’t quite know how Edward managed to talk him into being the one to approach Liam to explain this great idea of his but he did. Edward was no help, silently standing behind him and Liam was in front of them both, looking at John like he had just grown another head right in front of his eyes.

John didn’t know how to bring it up or ask Liam in a natural way, so he just kind of blurted it out. He regretted it, he should’ve given Liam some warning but John was nervous and awkward so he literally walked up to Liam and shouted the question, his words almost a slur as he spoke them too quickly.

“What?” Liam finally asked and John could feel how red his cheeks were. He took a deep breath and silently cursed Edward. “Can you help us?” John repeated and Liam nodded. “Yeah I got that bit. It’s the rest of it I’m struggling with.” Liam said and John really didn’t want to say it again. “Can you help us have sex Liam?” John mumbled, watching Liam’s eyes widen. “Oh so you did say that. Thought I’d misheard you”

“We can’t do it okay?” Edward jumped in “it won’t work and neither of us know what to do.” John looked at Edward as he spoke and wondered if they should have got dressed to do this. That way, they wouldn’t be standing there wearing nothing but their shorts and it would have taken a little bit of awkwardness away. “I’m not going to pretend I’m surprised about you two but me?” Liam looked between the two of them “I can’t help you with this.”

“You can if you-” John cut himself short, leaving the rest of the sentence to Liam’s imagination. Liam seemed to get it and his eyes ran over John’s body once. John reached out, trailing his fingertips over Liam’s knee, hardly even touching him. Edward rested his chin on John’s shoulder and ran his hand down the length of John’s arm until he was also touching Liam’s leg. Liam tensed, John felt his muscles twitch. “Please Liam?” John pouted and Liam was struggling.

“What have you actually done?” Liam asked, his voice strained “just so I know what you’re cool with.” he quickly added making John smirk. He had an idea that Liam wasn’t really asking for their benefit. “Everything but sex” John answered “like oral, dry sex-”

“John spanked me once” Edward interjected and John thought Liam was going to explode. Liam was getting hard and John could feel that Edward was too from where he was pressed up against his back. “Really?” Liam mumbled “fuck”

John nodded and took a step back from him, taking Edward’s hand and leading him back to bed. Just as John thought, had hoped, Liam appeared in the doorway behind them, pulling off his shirt. John looked at his body, comparing it with Edward’s and deciding that there was no competition. Edward was so perfectly stunning in every way, no one could even come close. Edward was studying Liam too from where he sat on the edge of the bed, his cheeks pink and his boxers tented.

John joined Edward, sitting beside him as Liam pulled of his jeans. They were all even now, wearing nothing but shorts and John was getting impatient. He pressed the heel of his palm against his crotch, letting out a long shuddery breath at the pressure. Liam’s eyes were burning into him and it gave John a surge of confidence as he turned to Edward and gently pushed him down onto the bed.

He straddled his waist and kissed him, Edward kissing him back with hunger, arching his back up to press his body against John’s. John whimpered against Edward’s lips, almost forgetting Liam was even there. Edward was so easy to get lost in and John would often zone out of his surroundings while Edward was talking, getting lost in the way his face moved or the way he spoke. When John was in bed with him, it was worse. Edward had to constantly remind John to be quiet just in case someone heard, but John couldn’t care about anyone else but Edward in those moments. All he could think about was Edward.

Liam stepped closer and Edward reached his hand out, disconnecting from John’s kiss to pull Liam onto the bed beside them. John moved his lips down Edward’s neck and across his shoulders, leaving little kisses all over his skin while Edward pulled Liam down towards him and kissed his lips. John sat up on Edward’s lap and watched Liam kiss him. He was rougher than John was most of the time. John didn’t really get rough unless Edward asked for it, but John could see that Liam was naturally rough. Edward wasn’t complaining, his hands coming around the back of Liam’s neck to deepen the kiss, their lips and tongues working fast.

Edward pushed his hips up against John’s looking for friction. Liam’s hand was on his chest now, grazing over his nipples and feeling his way down Edward’s abs where he met John’s thigh. Liam stroked the skin on the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to John’s dick and John held his breath, enjoying the feel of Liam’s touch. He watched as Liam and Edward parted and noticed how full and pink Edward’s lips were.

John wanted to kiss him again but didn’t get the chance as Liam was pulling him into a kiss. Edward sat up on his elbows and watched and John felt dizzy with lust. John tried to keep up with the kiss but mostly just let Liam kiss him as his hips twitched against Edward’s. John opened his eyes and looked at Edward, his eyes were transfixed on him and Liam so he kissed Liam with force, using more tongue and making little sounds, putting on a show for Edward. Liam hummed into the kiss just before pulling away and John missed the contact. John looked at Edward and leant down to connect their lips again. It was nice, tasting Edward again. There was something comforting in it and John couldn’t help but lick a broad stripe from Edward’s collar bones up his neck to the tip of his chin. Edward moaned, his head thrown back and John was moving down his body, kissing down his chest and down the trail of hair under his belly button.

Liam’s watchful glare spurred John on, sending thrills through his body as he pulled down Edward’s pants, kissing his thighs and hip bones. Edward’s hand flew out and gripped Liam’s wrist as John took him into his mouth, his eyes looking up at Edward’s face. Edward let out a long cry as John sunk down on him and John saw Liam guide Edward’s hand down to his crotch, rubbing himself against it with a low moan. Edward took a bit of control back as he helped Liam pull down his pants and took him into his hand. Liam grunted as Edward touched him and John ground his hips down onto Edward’s knee, trying to relieve some pressure that was building up in his own groin.

John watched Edward’s hand work Liam. Liam was definitely bigger than the both of them, thicker in girth and it excited and scared John at the same time. Liam met John’s stare and John held it as he pulled off  Edward, mouth open, tongue out, licking up his full length and leaving a string of saliva connecting his lips to Edward’s dick. Liam licked his own lips as John shifted himself over. Edward’s hand stilled, holding the base of Liam’s cock as John took the tip into his mouth. He knew he couldn’t fit all of Liam into his mouth and was great full for Edward’s hand, twisting his fist around the bit John couldn’t get his lips around.

Liam was almost singing, his moans and cries reaching a range of octaves. Edward turned on his side, watching John suck Liam, his lips meeting Edward’s hand as he sunk down. Edward let out a small sound and Liam reached over John to touch him. John pulled off of Liam, desperate to be touched. Liam didn’t hesitate and John flopped down on Liam’s other side while he jacked them both off. John could hear himself making strangled sounds, bucking up into Liam’s hand, so needy and desperate.

It was different to when Edward touched him. Edward knew his way around John’s body, knew where he liked to be touched and how he liked it. Liam was new to it, his touch not perfect but still amazing. John looked at Liam and thought that he should maybe touch him but his brain was melting and he couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the pleasure.

“I’m ready!” Edward cried and it took a few seconds for John to work out what he meant but with a rush of excitement, he realised that Liam was there to show them how to fuck. He was going to fuck Edward and the thought alone made him moan, pushing up into Liam’s hand. Liam let go of him and John vaguely heard him telling Edward to get on his knees. John watched Edward follow Liam’s instruction, getting to his knees with his legs spread. Liam mumbled “fuck” as he took in the sight and John felt proud that Edward was his.

“John” Liam spoke, snapping John out of his trance. John positioned himself behind Edward, stroking his palm down his arse and licking his lips. “You need to use your fingers-” Liam pulled the lube out of nowhere and John guessed Edward had given it to him. He held John’s hand out and slicked up his fingers before guiding it towards Edward’s arse. “Use one finger first” Liam said and John hesitantly pressed a finger to Edward’s hole, making him grunt and twitch. John slid it in with no problem and Liam showed him how to work Edward, how to crook his finger and add another.

Edward was a whimpering mess by the time John had three fingers inside of him. John didn’t think he could last much longer and Liam was looking just as flushed as he was. Liam squirted a good amount of lube in his hand and wrapped it around John, slicking him up. John bit his lip and moaned at the touch but Liam’s touch was suddenly gone and he was saying “ready Edward?” John whined again, knowing what he was about to do. “Yes!” Edward cried “yes, yes, do it John!” John pressed a kiss to the base of Edward’s spine, mumbling that he was perfect and how much John loved him. John loved seeing Edward like this, completely undone and on the edge.

John knelt and lined himself up, gently applying pressure. Nothing was happening and John panicked because he didn’t think he could fit. He didn’t want to hurt Edward and pulled away from him so Liam took hold of the base of John’s dick and pushed him into Edward harder. John and Edward both cried out as John entered him. It was tight and hot and John had never felt anything like it before. Liam made a sound as he pushed John from behind, making him bottom out. Edward was groaning and John pulled himself together enough to ask if he was okay, but Edward was pushing back onto John and yelling for him to move so John did. Liam’s hands were on his hips, pushing and pulling. John let him guide him, leaning his body back against Liam’s chest. Liam kissed John’s lips and neck, biting every so often as Liam controled John’s thrusts.

Edward was making the sweetest sounds John had ever heard him make and John knew he wasn’t going to last. John took the lead, taking control of his hips, thrusting into Edward harder and faster. He watched as Edward held onto the bed frame, his body jerking with each of John’s trusts. Liam reached around John and started touching Edward, wrapping his hand around his dick. Edward mewled and cried and John could feel himself coming, burying himself deep inside Edward, his hips twitching as he rode out his orgasam. John could hear Edward coming a second after him. He recognised Edward’s sounds, not needing to even look to know what was happening. John opened his eyes to watch Edward, but he couldn’t see much in the position they were in. He pressed little kisses along Edward’s back until he finished and pulled out, hissing at the sensitivity.

Edward collapsed onto the bed, his breath ragged, his body spent and John could feel it too, but Liam was still pressed up against him, his hips twitching against John. John moved around to face him, taking hold of Liam’s dick. Edward was moving too, following John’s lead and they both knelt in front of him. John leaned down to take Liam into his mouth twirling his tonuge around the head before sinking down. Edward watched him for a moment before joining him, their lips and tongues working together around Liam’s dick. It was messy and wet and every now and then their lips would meet in a messy kiss and Liam was shouting, both John and Edward’s names mingled with moans and cries. Liam came suddenly, getting come on both their faces and John thought that was the hottest thing to ever happen.

He leaned forward and licked through the come on Edward’s face, tasting Liam. John didn’t love the taste of come but he didn’t think it was awful. Edward done the same to him, licking Liam’s come from John’s neck before kissing his sticky lips. Liam watched them through hooded eyes and groaned. John pulled Edward closer, wrapping his arms around him in a tight embrace. Edward was sticky from when he came on himself and from Liam’s come but John didn’t care as he pressed kisses to his face and neck whispering that he loved him.

They both flopped down and John pulled the covers up and over the three of them. “Thanks Liam” he mumbled as he yawned. Liam laughed and said “no, thank you guys” and closed his eyes. Edward shifted himself so he was spooning John and John draped an arm around Liam. They all laid in silence, listening to the heavy breaths filling the room. John was still buzzing from his afterglow, sticky and messy but he was too sleepy to care. He smiled to himself thinking about how much fun he and Edward were going to have now they’ve had sex and cracked open an eye to look at Liam. John smirked to himself, listening to Edward sleep behind him and watching Liam drift into sleep in front of him. Yeah, he and Edward were going to have a lot of fun together. John and Edward… and maybe Liam once in awhile.

#jedcest smut #jedcest #jedcest fanfic #jedcest fic #jedcest prompt

[agent-fitz]

I'm asking you all the questions to get even for you asking me all the questions. It's gonna take me forever to answer them :P

1: it's the apocalypse. you lay next to the person you trust and love most, and start talking. you know your time is limited. what is the one thing you want them to know before you two die? that life is a great adventure, and it’s been an honor to go through it with them beside me, but that there is even more adventure to come, and not to despair.

2: you are faced with an almighty spirit. it tells you that you must choose two emotions\feelings - one of them you will never feel again, and the other becomes your most dominant. which two are those? this is really difficult because i can see how every emotion can be vital in certain circumstances. is boredom an emotion? can I choose to never feel bored again? and my most dominant emotion... excitement. just, pure eagerness and enthusiasm for life. like that feeling when i’m standing on a mountainside.

3: what is the one thing you want your best friend to never do? why? how will you react if they do it? regardless of which best friend i’m referring to, i never want them to settle in life. because we only get one of these things and we should really not be rationalizing “the logical thing to do” but instead living it the way we want to live it. but, my idea of them settling might not be their idea of them settling, so if i were to feel like they had settled i would love them through that and support whatever decisions they’d made--while still nudging them toward whatever forgotten dreams they might have.

4: do you have a favorite tv show? why is it your favorite? what is the reason you started watching it, and what is the reason you continued? er...i jump around with shows a lot, so it’s hard to say. i guess my all-time favorite has been grey’s anatomy, though it at its current state is definitely NOT my favorite show on tv. but it’s my favorite because it allows me to feel things, and gives me reason to feel things, that i often don’t get to feel just on a daily basis. it reminds me of hidden things that need to be addressed. or, it used to, before it became all drama. i started watching it out of curiosity, because i was stuck at home in 9th grade and needed something to cry about. i continued because my heart got attached.

5: do you have a favorite musical instrument? if yes, why exactly is it your favorite? can you play it/would you ever? i really like the cello or the violin. it just amazes me that those instruments can make such a wide array of sound, and they’re so full of life and zest and emotion. i don’t know how to play it nor will i probably ever learn.

6: who is your all-time favorite character? why exactly? do you relate to them, and how? all-time favorite character...this is nearly impossible. okay, whatever, this is probably not my all-time favorite but for character development purposes we’re gonna say it is, I’m going with Zuko from Avatar the Last Airbender. His character arc is done FLAWLESSLY and he just represents so much of what and how a person wrestles with finding who they are. I really, truly love watching him grow into his own person, and especially how real it is with the amount of times he messes up or second guesses himself. And yeah, I definitely do relate to him, because he just feels things so intensely and sometimes it’s too much and he literally wants to explode and that’s...me.

7: is there anything you believe in? what is it? why do you believe in it? can you tell us something that explains this belief? I believe in God, and I believe in Jesus Christ, and I do believe that He is the Son of God and He came down to earth and died for all of us so we can have relationship with them again... I believe it because every other option sucks, and because I’ve seen how God has changed me and countless others, and frankly because the evidence points to it being true. Jesus clearly was a man who lived, and most people like to say He was a prophet but not God Himself in human form. Except, Jesus said himself that He’s the Son of God...so He’s either a liar, a raving lunatic, or telling the truth. And men actively chose to give their lives based on the truth that Jesus rose from the dead and is the Son of God. I believe in logic, and the logic of all of that says that Jesus was telling the truth. And why be afraid of that? If he was telling the truth that means there’s a loving, forgiving, desperate God out there who wants to KNOW me and love me and take care of me. Why would I want to convince myself that that’s not true?

8: you are locked in a room until the day you die, and have a choice to spend this time with one person. will you choose someone? if yes, who is it? why? Okay, well, can I choose Jesus? If I can’t choose Jesus (which would be stupid and I totally choose Jesus) then I think I probably have to pick my cat. OR a character from Harry Potter because that would just be entertaining. Also, both Jesus and an HP character could get me out of the room so...going with them.

9: what is the book that got you into reading, if there even is one? what was so special about it? when did you read it? I dunno, either the HP series or the Magic Treehouse series. Dope stuff.

10: what is the song i have to listen to so i could know you better? Stay Alive by Jose Gonzalez.

11: do you prefer being outside when its sunny or when its dark? When it’s sunny.

12: do you like the rain? why? do you prefer storms or light dripping? I do like the rain, but I prefer the weather either cold or warm sunshine, so rain isn’t my favorite. If I had to choose I’d rather a storm, so it makes it dark inside and you feel like you should light candles.

13: hot chocolate with cinnamon, marshmellows, both or none? Marshmallows.

14: do you like tea? why? if yes, what is your favorite kind? The only tea I’ve really enjoyed was the English Breakfast Tea I had in London when I went for afternoon tea. That stuff was addictive.

15: do you enjoy coffee? if yes, do you drink it for the taste or for the caffeine? COFFEE

16: what is your perfect playlist for studying? where is the perfect place to listen to it? I like the productive morning one on Spotify, or the soft jazz. In a coffeeshop.

17: what is your favorite color? why? what is your least favorite shade of this color? So I like gray, green, and pink. Gray can be any shade. Green needs to be a darker green or a like...almost camo green? Anything that’s a more faded shade or forest green. Pink, gotta have it blush or soft pink or salmon or something. NOT hot pink.

18: think of a person you love. now describe them, using only stuff that only you would describe them with. (for example - my person would be described by reading a new book while there's a storm outside.) Eating burgers and fries after playing little league baseball.

19: what is the song you feel like you HAVE to know to play? I do not fully understand this question but it is my goal to learn the full Titanic theme song and be able to play it with TWO HANDS, like accompaniment and all.

20: do you like writing? do you prefer to write on a computer or in a notebook? I love to write. And it depends on what I’m writing. Stories are better on the computer, thoughts and journal things are better on paper.

21: shuffle your playlist until you get to a song you will never skip. what is this song? why do you never skip it? do you recommend it? Boston, by Augustana. It feels like it was written for me. And that piano riff, I can’t skip that. Yes, obviously do recommend, especially if you’re feeling nostalgic. 

22: do you like stargazing? why? Yes. Because I love realizing how small I am, and how little my worries matter, and how little my decisions matter, and that there is this entire universe out there and yet God loves me and takes care of me. It strips me of all my fears.

23: what is your favorite hour of the day? I think I enjoy early in the morning, right after the sun has come up.

24: what is your harry potter house? did you get sorted on pottermore or do you think it represents you better? Slytherin. I did get sorted my pottermore, yeah. And before that, I didn’t really know where I belonged. I thought my Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, but I see now why Slytherin fits and I wouldn’t belong anywhere else.

25: what is your patronus? A brown owl (:

26: do you want to write a book? if yes, did you start already? Yes, I do, and if by having started the first few pages that means I started, then yes.

27: what is your favorite smell? Christmas trees :D or just the woods in general.

28: picture yourself at ease. now describe what exactly did you picture - with who you are? where? what exactly put you at ease? I’m in a field laying on a blanket, the sun is warm on my face, I have a good book and my journal with me, I can hear some water nearby so I can go play in the river when it gets too hot, and I’m alone. I’m at ease because I’m in nature, but also because I’m free of any responsibilities.

29: you have the option to forget one book/series completly and reread/rewatch it from the start. what book/series is it? Avatar the Last Airbender, for sure. 

30: what do you love most about humanity? That we’re all connected. It doesn’t feel like it, but we’re all so similar and we have the same pain and the same wants and the same needs and there is so much love that is needed and so much love that could be given if we just stopped to realize that once in a while.

#me #personal #ask meme #xjulesiscools

[3one3]

I'm so so so confused right now. Let me get this straight, your crush now seems to be mutual? Like he's asking you out now?! How'd this all come about?!

No one is more confused than me. This has turned into an inexplicable situation. Get a cup of tea or a glass or water, and maybe a snack, and find a comfortable position because this is a long story.

I was over there yesterday for my usual Saturday morning chill time. The other guy who works there (we’ll call him The Babysitter), who I talk to all the time, came up to me about an hour after I got there and said “[the crush] (we’ll call him The Pacifier, because he’s basically a child) wants to know if you want to come with us to the casino tonight” and I was so taken aback that I just said “Why?” I also turned 12 shades of tomato and made skeptical faces. The Babysitter then called The Pacifier over and made him ask me himself. There were some other people there too. Other guys that work there, one of which is related to The Pacifier, and were presumably going on this outing as well. It was weird because it was like everyone was gathered to watch, and I really wished I had been spying on them in the moments beforehand because you know, body language. And so The Babysitter is like “She asked why, so tell her why,” but I got no explanation. Just details. I assume he was trying to get him to say explicitly that he wanted to hang out with me, but I dunno. The Pacifier asked if I wanted to go and said they were leaving at 11 because one of them was working until then, and I could tell he felt super awkward about it, but he always sounds super awkward when he talks to me. There was some back and forth between him and The Babysitter about it being so late. I said sure, I’ll go. Then everyone went about their business. I freaked out inside because lol how did this happen? And I was trying to stop being bright red, and trying not to hurry to grab my phone and tell the two people (plus you guys) who know about the crush situation. A little while later, The Pacifier brought me a new cappuccino for no apparent reason and took away the first one. I thought, aww. I hang out a while longer to watch the tennis and stuff, and when I left I told The Babysitter to text me about later, because he has my number.

Now, let me back up a tiny bit. I think The Babysitter has known for a while that I have a small thing for The Pacifier. A few weeks ago I asked him if my number was still in his phone and if he’d know it was from me if I texted him later. We hadn’t texted in like a year. And he got all excited because he’s always hitting on me and trying to get me to go out drinking with him and I’m always “lol never”. And I said to him “chill out, it has nothing to do with you”. Then I left. My intention was to maybe ask him a question about The Pacifier, but I didn’t even know what the question was going to be, and I pretty much decided against it soon anyway. The only reason I considered it was that it might get my interest on The Pacifier’s radar if I leaked it to The Babysitter. 

A while later I went to the grocery store across the street and The Babysitter was standing outside the restaurant waiting for his ride when I was finished shopping. He shouted to me across the street. He’d been calling me for a few mins but I don’t have service in the store. I was like ugh great. Naturally he hurried over when I crossed the street and wanted to know what I was going to text him about. I said I was going to ask him a question about someone but never mind, forget it, it doesn’t matter, I can’t because you’d make fun of me forever. He texted me after a bunch of times trying to get me to ask the question. I said nope. 

Then I went in for lunch on Tuesday because I was off for the holiday and had nothing to do. I knew only The Babysitter works that shift. He makes shitty cappuccinos lol so I had iced coffee. When I was getting ready to leave, he asked me if I wanted another iced coffee and I was like “No, I want a delicious cappuccino. I miss The Pacifier. What does he do when he’s not here?” and he said “I don’t know. Do you want his number? You can ask him”. And I obviously giggled and deflected and said “no, that would be weird”. Also I sensed maybe a hint of frustration from him. Oh also a few days before that I casually asked him how old The Pacifier is, but he was hardly paying attention anyway. And one time a while ago I said something like “Pfft, you think I come here for you? I come here for The Pacifier and his beautiful eyes and delicious cappuccinos”. The next time I was there he deliberately embarrassed me by telling The Pacifier I said it tastes better when I he makes it. Anyway.

Back to last night. I text The Babysitter around 8 30, “what’s the plan?” He writes back, “[The Pacifier] says next time, he’s too tired”. I had been legit reeling all day because reasons, so I was actually kind of like phew. And I told him “good lol I don’t want to get out of bed”. I’d been trying to nap because I would have died if we went out at 11. Then I realized that I didn’t want to play games and try to be too cool for school. So I added a clarification that that means “oh. 😔” in girl-speak. The Babysitter apologized and blamed The Pacifier. Hours later he starts texting me like where are you, what are you doing, do you want to go get beers, I want to be the mosquitos that are eating you, and a bunch of other ew. As usual, my response was “never happening”. And I asked him repeatedly if The Pacifier actually wanted to invite me out or if it was really just him who wanted me to go and he knew I would say no if he asked but I would probably say yes to The Pacifier. He acted like he didn’t understand the question. And he sounded drunk anyway. And his English isn’t 100%. 

Fast forward to this morning. I head over after F1 to have my coffee and read shit on my phone and whatever. As soon as I sit down, The Babysitter greets me and I think straight away jumps in with excuses for The Pacifier, telling me what time he left work and everything. I was like whatever I don’t care. In reality I was a little disappointed but it was fine. I really didn’t want to spend money going out anyway, and the place is hard to get to/from, so I had been dreading the logistics. But I expected a casual apology from The Pacifier when he brings my coffee. He always makes it for me when I walk in. I don’t even have to ask. Today, The Babysitter had to tell him a bunch of times to make it, and eventually he makes my special coffee and then GIVES IT TO SOMEONE ELSE TO BRING TO ME, so I’m like ugh this is bad. He’s probably so embarrassed. 

But then he went out of his way to pretend I wasn’t even there. He took detours to other parts of the restaurant and literally hid somewhere instead of hanging out behind the bar. When he had to walk behind me, he speed-walked. If my head was even slightly turned in the direction he was coming from, he looked the other way while he walked by. I WAS MORTIFIED. Did he never want me to go in the first place and now he’s like ugh god why is she here what do I do? Is he not even a decent enough person to apologize for canceling, regardless of the circumstances? He’s really young, and he really is shy, so I was like errr maybe  he’s just terrified of me? I don’t know. People say I’m intimidating. And I legitimately never show him any sign that I have this raging crush on him. But I’m also kind of hurt. And mad. And confused. 

I also didn’t sleep last night. At all. Sometimes I get this crazy level 9000 racing thoughts thing and it’s like torture and I cant sleep. So I was cranky and exhausted, which means melodrama inside. I was trying so hard not to outwardly emote the confusion, anger, hurt, etc. because come on, I’m not even supposed to care. I have a wonderful bf. The Pacifier is just weekend morning entertainment. The Babysitter even comes over and tells me not to be sad, and I’m like I’M NOT SAD I’M TIRED OK? 

Then everything gets worse because I see this little dark silver haired lady with a cane walk by and it reminds me of my mom and I miss my mom every day and I’m like on the verge of tears because of my mom but I’m thinking about how everyone in the fucking place is going to think I’m crying over the stupid child who makes me coffee and stood me up for a group hang. I even texted my bff and explained the emergency situation and asked her to send me pics of cute ponies, STAT. She didn’t get the message right away. Instead, I watched this ESPN show about a little boy in london with a horrifying muscular disorder who found a best buddy in an Anatolian shepherd that was TIED TO GODDAMN TRAIN TRACKS AND HIT BY A TRAIN. He lost a hind leg and his tail. They’re best bros now. I got over myself. 

And then out of nowhere, The Pacifier delivers to me a new cappuccino (the first one was way below his usual standard btw, like he was nervous when he made it or something, and I hadn’t even come close to finishing it) and smiles and says “here you go, Ashley” like everything is totally normal. When I saw him coming I was like oh crap how do I behave? Should I give him the cold shoulder? Laugh and ask him what happened last night? Make a joke about him ignoring me, or being too chicken to bring the first one? I didn’t have time to make a well thought out decision. I just smiled awkwardly and said thank you. I’m pretty sure I looked as mortified as I felt. But then I did feel slightly better I guess.

Time passes. The Babysitter comes over to refill my water and he said he liked my nails, and then asked if they’re called nails. I don’t know, man. His English isn’t THAT bad. Then he’s like, “Can I come home with you and you can teach me better English?” and I laugh and say “there is only one person there invited home with me and you know who it is”, and he straight up says back “yeah but he doesn’t want to, so why not give me a chance?” and I straight up wanted to die. I don’t even know if that was a throw away comment or if he was really saying The Pacifier has no interest whatsoever. If it’s the latter, what the hell was that whole thing about yesterday? I’M SO CONFUSED. I don’t get any of it. I texted The Babysitter after I left- “Why did you make him go through that whole charade yesterday?”- and he hasn’t responded. Usually he does. Usually he never misses an opportunity to send me gross messages back. 

Theory #1: Did he realize I have a lame crush on The Pacifier and think it would make me happy if he invited me to hang out? If he did, what did he think was going to happen when it was clear that The Pacifier didn’t actually want to invite me or have anything to do with me????? How was that going to play out? Did he just assume I would have said no? 

Theory #2: Did he realize I have a lame crush on The Pacifier and, knowing how shy he is, want to help him get some ass, and talked him into inviting me out? But The Pacifier didn’t really want to and didn’t want any help but gave in because peer pressure? Honestly I can’t imagine he truly struggles for female attention. He is physically attractive, polite, sweet, and perfectly charming to literally everyone but me. 

Theory #3: The Babysitter wanted me to go and knew I would only say yes to The Pacifier. Honestly this seems unlikely because it makes no logistical sense. Even when The Pacifier was out of the plans, he could have suggested the rest of us go if that was his motivation all along. 

Theory #4: It’s a little of everything and there is no consistent motivational pattern in anything The Babysitter did, and by seeing everything through his lens and looking at what he’s doing, I’m just confusing myself. Is he like Donald Trump and just has no consistent strategy? Did he want to help The Pacifier out, help me out, and then also let his own interest get involved at times during this saga? Was he just mis-communicating stuff because he’s an idiot?

I don’t know anything, and I want to know everything. Especially about the last part of today. I want to know if he said “he doesn’t want to” because A) The Pacifier actually said that, B) he assumes it’s true because The Pacifier didn’t follow through last night, C) he was just saying it to help himself, or D) he had no real reason to say it at all and it was totally a throwaway comment. 

Auxiliary Theory: The Pacifier actually is interested and really is just super shy and really did just want to go home after work last night and really did feel bad and awkward today and chickened out for a while. Naturally I think this is the least likely scenario, but also the one I most want to be true. 😐 Would everything have been better/more clear if *I* had just not been a chicken, and opened my mouth, and asked The Pacifier what was up? 

I don’t know, but I’m exhausted.

POST SCRIPT: I GOT MY ANSWER/S. Totally by accident.

My phone doesn’t work in my apartment. Anything wifi does obvi but I can’t take calls. No network coverage. So I wander around outside. I’d been wandering on a business call for over an hour, not paying attention to anything around me. As I walk by the front entrance to zee restaurant, chatting away, guess who walks out. Yep. It was The Pacifier. I didn’t notice until the point where it would have been awkward if I turned around and said heyyyy so I kept walking but sort of lingered not far away, and then I turned around to start wandering back, and caught his eye, and we waved cordially. I did more talking, but stayed beyond where he sat down to eat his takeaway and wait for his ride or something, so that I’d have reason to walk by him again. I finished my call and put on my figurative big girl pants and went right over to sit next to him and get my fucking answer. It went like this.

313: “Heyyyy”

TP: “Hey!” *he didn’t seem alarmed and I was thus reassured*

“What’s up?”

“How are you?”

“I’m good. So, I have to ask you an awkward question.” I maintained my friendliest smile, I hope. He maintained his uncomfortable awkward one.

“Okay.”

“Did [The Babysitter] make you invite me to go out yesterday?” I said it kind of knowingly, and smiling, and while maintaining eye contact. He started to say something, but then said…

“Wait, say it again?”

“Did [The Babysitter] make you ask me to go to the casino or whatever you were doing?”

“He’s always doing that. He always tries. You know, all the girls. He enjoys it.” *more laughing and discomfort* The point being that The Babysitter is always harassing The Pacifier to ask girls out. I should have asked how many times he’s actually listened to him and done it. Anyway. 

“Yeah, I know. He’s a pain in the ass.”

“Yeah.” I think he kind of relaxed when he realized I wasn’t mad or about to cry or something.

“Okay, I’ll leave you be! Have a good night.”

“Good night!”

/scene

I feel much better now. Though I wish I had been like well if you ever DO *want* to hang out with me, I would like to hang out with you 😊 and I love casinos. Or something. Buuuut I didn’t. I also could have told him that he has beautiful eyes and a lovely smile and that I would like him to cast his beautiful eyes my way and be the reason he smiles, and make *him* coffee sometime. But I’m not Julia Roberts, or suicidal. Also, I have developed this burning desire to make him pancakes. I don’t even know if he likes pancakes. I should have asked him if he actually did want me to go out with them, but that woulda been weird, right? I also felt bad ambushing him on the sidewalk while he was eating. 

From now on, NO MORE BABYSITTER.  

#Anonymous