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lau219 · 2 months

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Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Part 3

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“Is everything ok? You seem like something’s bothering you the last couple of days.”

Y/N looked over her shoulder as she stood in the large supply closet and saw Melissa assessing her with her hands on her hips.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Y/N answered her as she retrieved a few boxes of gauze and rubber gloves from the top shelf. As she turned around and made her way to the door, she continued as she and Melissa headed back out into the hallway. “Just feeling a little frazzled.”

“How come? Do you wanna talk about it?” Melissa took a few of the boxes from Y/N’s hands and helped her restock the cabinets as they moved from bay to bay in the ER wing.

“I just haven’t slept very well the last few nights,” Y/N shared. “It’s so hot lately and my AC is still broken. And then, when I was covering for Tammy at the kids’ baseball game a couple nights ago, Emmett had a stick up his butt about something and we got in some pointless argument.”

“Wait a second,” Melissa said as she stopped and turned around to face Y/N. “Emmett? As in your neighbor, Emmett?”

“Yeah,” Y/N replied, looking at her quizzically.

“I didn’t know his kids played on the baseball team,” Melissa said. “If I had known he was gonna be there, I would have volunteered to cover for Tammy. He is so hot!”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at Melissa’s expression.

“Well, after how things went, I would have been happy to let you take my place.”

“That’s easy for you to say. He’s your neighbor; you get to see him all the time.”

Once they’d moved into the next bay that was further away from the nurses’ station, Melissa spoke again, her voice just a little lower.

“One time, when I was working, he came in here with some sort of cut on his side, and he had to take his shirt off so that we could take care of it for him. I swear to God, I have never had such a hard time keeping my hands to myself!”

Y/N laughed again and shook her head.

“You cannot honestly tell me that you don’t think he’s gorgeous,” Melissa countered.

Y/N neither agreed nor disagreed.

“Try having him as your neighbor and then see how you feel. His looks only make up for so much when he’s waking you up at the crack of dawn every weekend with the lawn mower.”

“So you do think he’s hot!” Melissa smiled.

Y/N just rolled her eyes. Of course, despite their rocky relationship, she never failed to internally swoon whenever she saw Emmett, but Melissa didn’t need to know that.

“And isn’t he a mechanic?” Melissa continued, now really just talking to herself. “God, can you imagine what he can do with his hands?”

It was something Y/N had thought about more times than she’d ever admit. But again, something no one else needed to know.

“Ok, that’s enough,” she said as she turned and exited the bay. “I’m worried I’m gonna have to hose you down.”

“Wait, so what were you guys fighting about?” Melissa asked as they returned to the nurses’ station.

“He got all bent out of shape because I bought his kids something to eat at the game,” Y/N explained. “He was running late, and they were hungry.”

“Why would that make him mad?”

“I don’t know, but before I knew it, he was demanding to reimburse me a dollar fifty and accusing me of showing him up in front of his kids, or some nonsense like that. I’ve actually never seen him get that worked up before.”

Melissa raised her eyebrow.

“Maybe he was embarrassed,” she offered. “Men don’t like us to think they need any kind of help or that they aren’t prepared.”

“I bought them a couple of hot dogs; I didn’t donate a kidney,” Y/N replied.

“Doesn’t matter,” Melissa said.

Y/N sighed.

“I was just trying to take care of the boys. But, of course, we just ended up fighting. That’s how it always goes. But this was especially tense.”

Melissa smiled mischievously.

“All I know is that if he was my neighbor,” she said, “I’d do anything I possibly could to get on his good side.”

Y/N just rolled her eyes again.

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That afternoon, Y/N had just placed a vase of fresh flowers on her kitchen island when there was a knock on her front door. She wiped her hands on a dish towel and walked through the kitchen towards her entryway. When she opened the door, she found Henry and Max standing on the welcome mat.

“Hi guys,” she said as she smiled at them. “What are you up to?”

Henry looked a little embarrassed as he spoke.

“Hi, umm...sorry, but we just got home from camp and I don’t have my house key. I think I left it in my pocket in my clothes from yesterday. My dad never gave you a key to our house or anything, did he?”

“Oh,” Y/N replied as her smile faded slightly. “No, he didn’t. Did you call him to see if he can come home quick and let you in?”

Henry blushed.

“I...umm...I left the cell phone he gave me in my pocket, too. It’s not like the phones my friends have – it’s old and I’m only allowed to use it in emergencies, so I don’t always remember it.”

Y/N slowly nodded.

“Well, you can use my phone. Do you wanna call him?”

Henry shifted awkwardly on his feet, and then Max suddenly spoke up.

“Henry doesn’t want to call him because he already forgot the key once last week. He thinks Dad’ll be mad if he has to come home to let us in the house again.”

Y/N tried not to smile in amusement at the pride on Max’s face from telling on Henry, or the glare Henry shot Max for ratting him out.

“Well,” Y/N began. “How about this? Why don’t you guys camp out here until your dad gets home? You can leave your stuff here while you play outside, or you’re welcome to hang out in the living room and watch TV.”

“Really?” Henry looked at her with appreciative relief.

“Yeah, but let’s leave your dad a note on the door so that he knows where you are when he gets home.”

Henry nodded.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he smiled.

After taping a note to their front door, the boys came back and spilled their stuff on the floor of the living room. They then proceeded to make themselves comfortable on the couch, watching a movie while Y/N went about her afternoon, occasionally checking on them. She’d made them a snack when they’d first arrived, but when 5:30 p.m. rolled around and Emmett still wasn’t home, she checked in with Henry.

“What time does your dad usually get home?” she asked him.

“Usually by now, but he’s had to work late a lot the last few weeks.”

“What do you do for dinner when that happens?”

“We have stuff at home that I can make, or he brings something with him when he comes home. He calls me on the cell phone to tell me what we should do.”

As soon as he said that, the color drained from Henry’s face as he realized that Emmett may have been trying to call him on the phone he’d forgotten. He looked at Y/N helplessly.

“It’s ok,” she shook her head to encourage him not to worry. “You can call him right now using my phone.”

“Could...could you do it?” Henry asked. “I don’t want him to be mad at me. I mean, he never gets mad, really, but I already forgot once last week and...” he trailed off.

The thought of calling Emmett suddenly had Y/N as uneasy as Henry looked. Not only had she and Emmett never talked on the phone before, but they hadn’t spoken to each other since the baseball game. It would be so odd to call him. But how could she say no to Henry?

“Sure, don’t worry; I’ll call him. Do you have his number memorized, or should I call the shop?”

Fortunately, Henry knew Emmett’s number, and he wrote it down for Y/N before returning to the living room. The piece of paper in one hand and her phone in the other, Y/N dialed the number and waited for the ring tone, her heart pounding. Why was she so nervous?

After a couple of rings, Emmett picked up the call.

“Hello?” she heard his voice on the other end of the line.

She cleared her throat.

“Emmett? Hi, it’s...it’s Y/N.”

Clearly taken aback, he paused a beat before speaking.

“Oh, uhh...”

“Um, I just wanted to let you know that the boys are over here at my house. Henry forgot his house key and the cell phone, and so I told them they could hang out here until you get home. He didn’t want you to get upset with him, but he was afraid you might have been trying to call him to tell him when you’d be home.”

“Uh, I was just about to call him, actually,” Emmett replied, still sounding a bit taken aback.

“Oh, ok, well, when do you think you’ll be home?” Y/N asked him. “I can make them some dinner if you’ll still be a while. Henry said you’ve been having to work late recently.”

As soon as she said that, she regretted it. She worried it would trigger the same reaction he had the other day at the baseball game – that he’d think she was trying to show him up. But to her relief, his tone was calm as he answered her.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll be home in about 30 minutes. I’ll bring something with me; you don’t have to make them anything.”

“Are you sure?” she asked him. “I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll be a half hour.”

“Ok,” Y/N replied. Then she lowered her voice slightly so that the boys wouldn’t hear her. “Henry feels really bad because this already happened once before. Don’t be too upset with him, ok? It was an honest mistake, and they’ve both been angels the whole time they’ve been here.”

“Ok...yeah,” Emmett answered her. There was a brief silence before he spoke once more. “Thanks. I’ll be there soon.”

“Ok,” she replied. “Umm...bye.”

Then she ended the call and set the phone down on the counter, letting out a deep breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

Part 4

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bluexiao · 2 years

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Ok ok so I saw your post that you wanted scaramoche requests and i got one! def not getting my soft scara side on- anygays i would love to see what scara would say if we asked him "would you still love me if i were a worm?" cuz like during the boss fight he says bow before me worm something like that and uh i see people making reels saying "when you say you wouldn't love your girlfriend if she were a worm and so shes not talking to you anymore" like i saw this a year ago or so. anygays idk if this makes sense but here you go :D ~Jean anon

#”would you still love me if i were a worm?”

fluff, crack, quick read

happy 600 days to us, scara.

SCARAMOUCHE

Would most likely glare at you as soon as the words came out of your lips.

“You must have lost your mind, have you?”

“Well, you called me a worm one time before we dated, babe.”

Congratulations, you have made him even more speechless than he already was, merely reduced to staring at you in disbelief, thinking how in the world he even falls for the likes of you, you’re hopeless!

But still…

He would sigh with a hand over his forehead, not long after gesturing you to come closer, to which you oblige without a single word and plop yourself on his lap. He stares into your eyes for a long few seconds before quickly flicking your forehead.

“Ow! What the hell, Scara?!”

Despite how your hands instinctively raise to your forehead to cover it, he sneaks in a peck to your lips and smirks ever so smugly at your baffled expression, pretty much like how he reacted with your… antics… earlier.

“Ha, sometimes I can’t understand you, but now I’m reminder that I don’t want to do so either.”

If you pouted and kept insisting on him, he’d scoff and try to flick your forehead again.

“What do you think? I’d like to hear your guess, pray tell.”

“I think you won’t.” you frown.

He’d laugh at this and say “If I called you a worm before, why do you think I’m dating you now?”

“Because… I am not a worm.” you say

And he’ll stare at you once again and sigh. “You’re hopeless.”

But he loves you whoever or whatever you are, nonetheless.

Though he will never say that out loud, maybe you’ll figure it out on your own... which he himself doubt very much.

Reblogs and comments are very appreciated~

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axel-skz · 11 months

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Like a chef

A/N: Ayo, she back with a fire story and that :) ok, now that you hate me more then usual, the song for this song roulette is Novel. I have yet to listen to it properly but as per usual, it sounds so nice as I listen to it rn. I’d like to profess my love for Jeongins’ voice. You may read now :)

Sometimes you had days where you missed your grandmother. She was the sweetest person in the world, if she loved you that is. She made these shortbread cookies that you absolutely loved.

You had told Felix about them in hopes that maybe you guys could make them together. The cards weren’t in your favour though because you got a huge project at work and were too busy to help him.

This gave him the idea to surprise you with them. You had described them to him and he was really hoping he could somehow reverse engineer a recipe for you from the description.

Monday and Tuesday he was busy. Wednesday you came home early and almost caught him. Thursday he couldn’t figure it out.

Friday was the day. It had to be. He woke up extra early and kept trying. Again and again, he would come close in different ways but never got it exactly right. It was driving him insane.

He kept checking the clock and slowly, it got closer and closer to the time where you would be home.

You had a very full day. So much to do and not to be mean but Brenda from sales was getting on your last nerve. You got home and closed your door with a sigh.

Everything was incredibly silent, except for the sound of the exhaust in the kitchen. You put your things down and headed over to it. You got closer and you could hear sniffling and quiet cries. When you turned the corner, you saw Felix sat on the floor. He was hugging an oven glove and crying into a baking tray of cookies.

‘Lix?’ You said with concern. He looked up at you with watery eyes and a pout. ‘Honey, are you ok?’

He started rambling, too fast to understand. His hands moved frantically while he tried to explain whatever had happened. You went over to him and hugged him, trying to calm his down. He cried into your shoulder.

A couple minutes later, the two of you were sat on the floor.

‘Ok, care to explain what happened?’

‘I wanted to make those cookies your grandma made you. I was trying to guess the recipe and I couldn’t get it… I wanted to surprise you…’ he looked very disappointed.

‘Awwww, you’re so cute!’ You leaned turned and grabbed his face and started kissing him all over.

It made him laugh and he was finally smiling when you were done, ‘much better. You didn’t have to try to guess the recipe, I know it.’

‘But I wanted to surprise you!’

‘And you did. This is quite literally the sweetest thing anyone has ever done in the history of the world,’ you winked at him.

‘You’re biased,’ he retorted with a slight smile.

‘I guess I am but I have every reason to be. I got me an angel. Why wouldn’t I be biased?’

He blushed and looked away. You asked him what he included in the cookies and you were surprised to find out, one of the tries was spot on.

‘The secret of the cookies is that you have to burn them a little.’

He stared at you, jaw dropped, ‘You’re telling me, my third try was correct and all I had to do was burn them?!’

You laughed and nodded, ‘its alright, now we can make them together. I’m sorry I haven’t been around all week to make them with you.’

‘It’s ok, I’m sorry I couldn’t surprise you.’

‘I guess it cancels out, we’re both in the clear! Now mister, shall we bake?’

He laughed, ‘we shall.’

You guys had a great time making the cookies and surprisingly, the cleanup was fun too. You guys laughed about your work stories and the cookies turned out not to be to his liking. But he was he could make something that made you happy.

Felix: that was adorable!

I know! Thank you!

Felix: you seem surprised…?

I keep getting harmed or threatened at the end of these so…

*he walks over and hugs us*

He’s healing our souls 🥹

A/N: THEY’RE ALL SO CUTE! I CANNOT! MAKE SURE YOU LIKE AND REPOST!

See you next time :))

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king-paimon · 2 years

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Houseki no Kuni Chapter 97 Thoughts: Rebirth and Purpose

Wow...this was a very fascinating chapter. We finally get to see more of Adamant’s past and his relationship with the doctor character, Professor Ayumu. And at the end, we got to see what can be best described as Phos’s presumably final metamorphosis.

I have to admit, I didn’t think we’d be seeing this transformation so soon. Yes, I figured we’d see Phos transform again, but I thought the process was going to take a while. Like, I really thought that we’d be seeing Phos in their gooey form for another chapter or two, see them wander around and maybe even new gems or something like that. I don’t know how I feel about that just yet. Maybe it’s just me or doesn’t this feel so...sudden? Rushed? I don’t know. I’ll talk a bit more about that later in the post. But first, I want to go over the main meat of this chapter. This post may be a little messy as I’m writing this really late and I’m really, really tired. Please expect some edits here and there.

I’d also like to note: Whenever I’m talking about Phos’s current form, I’m going to call it their “Enlightened Form.” I saw a few posts calling it Phos’s “Angelic Form” and though it does look angelic, I’m going to call it Phos’s “Enlightened Form” instead. It feels more appropriate since this story revolves around Buddhism. And I don’t want to call Phos a Buddha just yet; that’ll be saved for how things turn out in the next chapter.

Also TW: Body horror for anyone who’s squeamish about that stuff.

Ok, here we go:

The Human and Her Machine

The interactions between Adamant and Prof. Ayumu were really fascinating. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Adamant be so... expressive? Youthful? It’s...so odd to see him like this, but it’s nice. And his interactions with the dog were adorable, I can’t deny.

TW: Body horror again!

Prof. Ayumu herself is fascinating, too. I really liked what Ms. Ichikawa did in designing her slowly decomposing, not entirely organic body. It reminds of some of her other trippy works. I don’t think if it was ever explained how she end up like this but I get the feeling that she continuously modified herself by replacing organic parts with robotic parts so would be able to live long enough finish making Adamant. I always find characters who would go through such modifications fascinating.

But other than her design, what intrigued me about Prof. Ayumu is her revelation about about the world and her place (or rather humanities place) within it.

These are the words of someone who realized that humans really can’t control everything. To me, she’s essentially saying: “Humans really didn’t matter in the ‘grand scheme’ of the universe. We were here by chance and now we’re going by chance. And the world will just keep changing. Nothing we/I did mattered, and that’s fine.” This revelation reminds me of some of the different Buddhism teachings that I’ve come across over the past few years, including ones from other analysist posts.

This dialogue also made me think about Phos and their experience. About their initial pursuit for finding their role in their world. And even as Phos and their goals evolved, there was still this underlining drive of finding something for themselves. Whether it be a purpose for themselves, a purpose for someone else, or just happiness. And sadly that drive also contributed to their suffering. Phos and their journey is like a reflection of raw human desires.

Reincarnation: From Human to Gem to Human again

This chapter also revealed how Prof. Ayumu and Phos are connected, with the likelihood that Phos is Prof. Ayumu’s reincarnated form. There were discussion before about how the universe had been restarted many times, but I don’t remember if reincarnation was something that was brought up before this.

If Phos really is the reincarnation of Prof. Ayumu, this could be one of the reasons why Adamant showed favoritism towards them. This was something a few fans had commented on before, and I agree with them. Now I’m wondering... Did Adamant know that Phos was connected to the Prof. Ayumu in this manner? Did he remember this small conversation after so many years had passed? And did this influence how he treated Phos throughout their life?

In my opinion, I think Adamant did remember this conversation, but I don’t think he made the connection to Phos until much, much later. In fact, I think he started to see more of the professor within Phos as they evolved. I don’t think we’ll ever know for sure.

But this scene and the next scene I will talk about brings me back to Adamant and what his possible real goal was.

Adamant’s True True Goal: Burn it all down

This. This, and and the previous dialogue that lead up to this panel really stuck out to me. Remember, these are Adamants’ memories. The professor told this to Adamant for a reason, and I think Adamant wanted Phos to see this. Why? I can’t think of any other reason other than to set something big in motion. Or rather, to STOP something that’s in motion.

(The following thoughts literally came to mind as I was writing this, so forgive me if they are too outlandish.)

For the longest time, I think many fans, including myself, have been questioning Adamant’s choice of actions both before and after he was taken to the moon. Maybe I’m overthinking this, but what are the chances that most of Adamant’s actions, including inactions, up until this point were deliberate.

What if Adamant was intentionally or subconsciously sabotaging this cycle that Aechmea’s trying to complete? What if his reluctance to pray wasn’t only because he loved the gems, but because of the last order he was given from Prof. Ayumu? What if Adamant wasn’t actually “broken”?

Remember, Adamant could only pray if he was told to by a “human.” Could the same be said if he was told to “burn the bridge”? Again, I’m probably reaching, but could this be a possibility?

Ok, before I lose track, let’s go back to Phos and this scene. There must be a reason why Phos is experiencing this. Did Adamant know that Phos would experience is? Is there a chance he hoped Phos would pick up where he left off in this regard? It’s actually hard to say, but it’s clear that Phos needed to hear this for an important reason. Adamant had to have done this on purpose...

And now I’m wondering Aechmea actually knew about this when he gave Phos Adamant’s eye. I figured he wanted Phos to experience the traumatic event Adamant witnessed, but what about that specific conversation with the professor?

And you know what, I’m also wondering back to Aechmea and Adamant’s new “partnership.” Several fans, including myself, have noted how Adamant seemed off after being brought to the moon. It felt weird seeing how Adamant is acting fine around Aechmea after seeing him fight back against him and the Lunarians for so many chapters. We could excuse this as a result of the transformation process that all the other gems had. But now, I’m again wondering if Adamant really is fine with everything or if this is somehow a ruse. I still stand by the theory that while Aechmea may be powerful and can predict certain people’s actions, he’s not omnipresent and can’t predict or control everyone. I’m hoping this is the case for Adamant.

Again, I know it’s a stretch. Maybe a part of me still wants to believe in Adamant. That there is still a sliver of defiance within him and now Phos. Well, regardless of whether Adamant is truly now on Aechmea’s side or not, I think Adamant wanted Phos to experience this scene with Prof. Ayumu. He wanted Phos to hear that final order. And I believe the outcome of this will play out in the next chapter...

But before that, I want to share my thoughts about this chapter as a whole.

How I’m feeling about this chapter: Going too fast?

I like this chapter overall, especially because we got to learn more about Adamant and their role in everything. But I admit that the last two to three pages caught me by surprise for a few reasons. The first being Phos’s enlightened form. It’s.. eerie and pretty at the same time. It’s a very unique form, and it contrasts a lot from Phos’s last two forms. I think that was Ms. Ichikawa’s intent. It’s very interesting how she incorporates Buddhism imagery in such unique and abstract ways.

But despite my fascination with this form, I still feel that we’re seeing it too soon. Like I stated at the top of this post, part of me feels like this chapter, or rather Phos’s transformation was rushed. I’m not saying this because I want to see Phos continue to suffer any more in their gooey state; in all honesty, I’m kind of happy to not see their gooey depressed form anymore.

But at the same time, it feels like Ms. Ichikawa is now running to the finish line. And after having Aechmea say that they would just supervise Phos and collect any new gems in the previous chapter, I kind expected that we would see some of that? Maybe small glimpses of that at least? Maybe it’s just me thinking this. What do you guys think?

Well regardless of how I feel about the pacing in the last few pages, Phos’s “enlightened” form is really cool. But how “enlightened” have they become? I think that will be answered by what they do next...

The final turning point...

I think it’s clear that the next chapter will lead to the next, if not final, turning point in the story. “Everyone” is here to greet the newly “Enlightened Phos.” With the Lunarians are on the left. The Admirabilis on the right. And the gems right in the center, right above Phos. This is it. All remnants of humanity are here. And Phos’s actions in the next chapter will be the determining factor in how this story will conclude. Anything can happen now, but the question is what?

Will Phos do the prayer for the remnants of humanity and free everyone as Adamant’s replacement?

Will Phos “burn that bridge” and stop the cycle somehow?

A bit of both?

Or will Phos do something no one saw coming?

Who knows. We’ll have to wait until next month to see.

But regardless of what happens next, like I’ve said in my last few posts, I guarantee there will be a lot of unsatisfied fans in this fandom and there will be anger, specifically towards Ms. Ichikawa.

But you know what? That doesn’t matter to me right now.

Despite my own conflicted feelings, I’ve been enjoying my time with Houseki no Kuni and I’m sticking to this story no matter what to the end. And if this leads to the most bitter, most anger inducing end with no happiness in sight, it’s fine.

I will have no regrets.

#houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #HNK #LOTL #hnk spoilers #hnk chapter 97 #lotl spoilers #hnk thoughts #buddhism #personal thoughts #hnk phosphophyllite #hnk adamant #hnk manga #hnk phos #hnk meta

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softtdaisy · 2 years

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🌷 5 times character A went hungry plus the one time character B treated them to dinner 🌷 with Andrew pls and can the reader be like his set dresser or sth 🙈 thank you so much love 🥰🥰🥰

_food is the way to the heart

andrew garfield x fem!reader

based on: this request below

summary: five times you got hungry on set, and the one time Andrew decided to care of it outside the set

words: 935

a/n: it was such a sweet request??? I love this type of story like 5 times/1 time, I hope I made it justice. I really hope you will like it honey ♥️

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The first time you got hungry on set, it was during the first week of shooting.

It was a rather long day. Each member of the team had to explain everything to everyone. Not that you mind, you loved this atmosphere. But once they started shooting, your stomach wanted to be part of the scene too. You were embarrassed the first time it started making noises. Specially since Andrew was sitting by your side. He turned his head to you and laughed slowly when he understood what happened. “You’re ok?” he whispered.

“Don’t worry about me”, you replied with a sweet smile. You had planned this would happen and took a cereal bar out of your pocket. You winked at Andrew who laughed at the situation even more. Thankfully, you were far enough to eat without disturbing the shooting. You were happy you made Andrew laughed with your appetite. You had no idea this would happen again.

The second time you got hungry on set, it was when the shooting had to be delayed.

Andrew’s costar, the other main role of the movie, had a TV interview the morning of the shooting. Or, she got stuck in traffic and you had to wait for her to pursue the day. You had already prepared the whole set, so you had nothing to do except wait…and eat. When Andrew arrived that day, he saw you sitting cross-legged in the middle of the set. Eating an apple while scrolling on your phone.

“I’m getting used to seeing you eating” he walked to you and sat by your side. You grew closer these past days, talking a lot between takes. So, it didn’t seem weird for him to come to your right when he arrived.

“It’s the only thing I can do, so.” You shrugged. Andrew laughed before taking his phone and spending some time with you.

The third time you got hungry on set, it was on the hairdresser’s birthday.

For the occasion, she had prepared lots of cupcakes for everyone. She wanted to celebrate it with all of you, since she was away from her family and friends because of the shooting. And just the thought of those cupcakes waiting for you in the kitchen made you terribly hungry. So between takes, you didn’t hesitate and ran there to grab one. Only to meet Andrew who had the exact same idea.

“Those are the best cupcakes I ever ate”, he told you. And you could tell, since he had cream all over his mouth. You walked to him and took a napkin “don’t move” you said softly before cleaning him. It was a moment out of time. Maybe the moment things started to change between you and Andrew. But it was for a good cause, these cupcakes were definitely the best you ever ate.

The fourth time you got hungry on set, it was the end of a long shooting day.

This time, you had no snack with you to motivate you through the day. Ironically, it was the longest day of shooting you had. You started at 7 a.m. and except for a sandwich for lunch, you had eaten nothing until now. And it was almost midnight. You decided to order some take away food from the Chinese restaurant down the street so you would just have picked it up before returning to the hotel.

“This looks delicious” Andrew said in your back. You jumped at his voice; you hadn’t heard him come to you. Of course, he laughed, putting a hand on your shoulder to apologize. “I didn’t mean to scare you. But this looks really delicious. Do you mind telling me? I’d love to taste it before leaving!” As excepted, it was delicious.

The fifth time you got hungry on set, it was a morning you were running late.

For some reason, your clock didn’t ring that morning and you were so late that you didn’t have the time to have your breakfast. The team was understanding and gave you the time you needed to prepare the set. But you were terribly hungry. While you were thinking about you were going to eat, you were surprised to see Andrew coming to you with a bag.

“I guess you didn’t eat this morning, so I pick some things for you. I’m putting it on your chair for when you’re done, that’s ok?” it was probably the sweetest thing someone ever did to you. You couldn’t thank Andrew enough for this gesture. You had no idea it was the just the first step of something bigger.

A few weeks later, when the shooting was almost over, you got a paper on your chair saying “Wait for me tonight, I have a surprise. Andy”. You were curious to see what Andrew’s surprise could be. You imagined he ordered some food from the Chinese restaurant so you could taste it together.

You had no idea he was planning on taking you to the best restaurant in town.

“I thought it would be the most logical thing to bring you here for our first date” he said once you were sitting together on the terrace, with a magical view on the city. You couldn’t help but smile behind your glass of wine. So, this was exactly what you thought. “So, it’s a date, hm?”

“Only if you want to.” The smile you gave Andrew at that moment prove him that it was the only thing you could hope for.

The one time you got hungry out of set, it was the day Andrew Garfield took you on a date.

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celestiall0tus · 5 months

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Amaranthine - Chapter 10 - Grudge

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“Longg, get up,” Marinette demanded.

Longg moved her arm and glared at Marinette. “What?”

“We need to talk. Now.”

“Can’t it wait until this evening? I’m still working off the poison from your ‘soulmate.’”

“No. We’re going to discuss things now before I have to open the store.”

Longg groaned and turned away from Marinette.

“Longg!”

“Oh, for the love of all that is me, what?”

“We’re talking now. What the hell happened with you last night?”

“You want to know? Fine! You will not be with that man. End of story and discussion.”

“Not the end. Why? Is it all because of what he did in our past lives? Why does that even matter? That was then, this is now. Shouldn’t you at least give him a chance this time?”

“I’m through giving him chances. It always ends the same since the first. Caught in a vicious cycle that won’t ever fucking end. Where you will always give your life for him, literally. Every. Single. Time!”

Marinette hesitated. “Maybe this time will be different?”

Longg laughed. “Different how? Ever since your first lives on this forsaken rock, I’ve watched your love destroy each other with you always paying the ultimate price while he gets off with nothing more than a slap on the wrist.”

“You stopped that last time, didn’t you? You burnt him with me.”

“I did, and I’ll do it again. I will not allow you to be with him again.”

“That isn’t your choice. It’s mine.”

“Right there! Every single time I hear that line and I bend. I step back and let your love grow, but not this time. I’m done watching you die because of him. I’m done losing you while you are young. I mean, fuck’s sake, you have me and Alya as your soulbound. Why do you need him too? Aren’t we enough?”

“You will always be enough, but I want him too. I want the man that I will always love.”

“Why? You have a safer option available.”

“I don’t know. Adrien is nice, but I don’t know if I want him like that. As a husband, I mean.”

“Just give it time. You’ll see he’s the safer option. You’ll get to live a long life. You’ll be happy. We all will because you’ll still be here. We won’t lose you again.”

“Longg, I understand, but I won’t back down. If I face my death again pursuing him, then I’ll take it. I’d rather have a short time of bliss than a lifetime of disappointment.”

Longg swallowed hard and looked down. She shook with molten rage as a tear fell from her eyes. Shock washed over Marinette as she reached out for Longg, but she pulled away. She turned her back on Marinette and vanished.

Marinette sighed when thunder roared overhead. She ran up to the window as a pitch-black clouds loomed overhead and plunged the world into darkness. Lightning flashed that lit up the city for a few brief moments before thunder roared again. She pressed her forehead against the glass as the downpour began. She closed her eyes and cleared her mind. The light behind her eyes faded to gray and she saw a dragon curled up in the distance. She made her presence known, but the dragon didn’t share the acknowledgement.

Marinette opened her eyes. She sighed as she finished getting ready. She headed down to the store when she saw Adrien waiting outside. She rushed over and let him in out of the pouring rain.

“Adrien? What are you doing here so early? And in the rain no less.”

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t wait any longer. I figured you’d be awake by now and needed to check on you.”

“Oh. Right. After what happened last night.”

“Are you ok? Your friend said the fox hero saved you, but are you ok?”

“I’m… well, I’m managing. I’m still a bit shaken from last night. It was terrifying. I thought… I thought….”

Tears fell from Marinette’s eyes, but not over what Adrien was concerned with. She knew he was worried after Midnight sent her flying through the sky, but she couldn’t help remembering Longg’s all-consuming fury and how Longg aimed to kill the snake, her soulmate. She was grateful for Rena for stepping in when she couldn’t fight Longg’s rage.

Adrien took Marinette into his arms as he rocked her back and forth. “It’s ok. You’re ok. Everything will be made right. I promise that.”

“Hey, Marinette,” Juleka announced.

Marinette yelped and jumped back. She frantically looked over at Juleka and Luka standing in the doorway, soaked to the bone. Her breath caught and heart beat faster seeing Luka with his scruffy hair slicked down by the rain and his clothes that clung to his lean, toned body. She blushed as she forced herself to look at Juleka.

“Oh dear, look at you two! Were you two just casually strolling through that storm?” Marinette scolded.

“You’d think, right? Honestly, don’t know which would have been better. To run through, which we did, or just continue walking,” Juleka teased.

“Oh dear. And your books? How are they?”

“I’m afraid to check if I’m honest. Though my satchel does feel heavier than when we left.”

Marinette grimaced. “Head to the back. Both of you. Juleka, you know where the towels are, right?”

“I do.”

“Good. Dry off. We’ll see if we can’t salvage those books.”

Juleka nodded. She grabbed Luka’s arm and dragged him to the back.

Marinette sighed and turned to Adrien. “I’m sorry about this. I had forgotten I had scheduled a class with Juleka. Uh, you’re welcome to stay. It might be best considering the conditions outside.”

Adrien furrowed his brow. Marinette pointed outside to the torrential rain that showed no signs of letting up and disastrous winds that tore apart the street.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a storm like this,” Adrien whispered.

“Do you think it’s the dragon? I saw a glimpse of the news and the monstrous transformation she underwent. Do you think she’s ok?”

“I don’t know, but why would she do this?”

“Maybe she was hurt? Something bad must have happened for the golden knight to turn into a raging barbarian, right?”

Adrien hummed. “I suppose. You really won’t mind if I stay here until the storm eases up?”

“I’d prefer you stay during this dangerous weather. The last thing you need to be in is an accident because of the weather.”

Adrien smiled and hugged Marinette. “Thank you. I’ll stay out of your hair for a while. I’ll be busy making calls and other boring business. Maybe we’ll be lucky and when the storm eases up, your friends can leave, and we can spend time together. Our date did get cut short last night.”

“Well, at least there will be no strangely jealous kitties to send me free falling.”

“Thank goodness for that too. Though you can expect me to get an explanation and apology from those heroes. Well, Midnight at least. Carmine couldn’t do anything.”

Marinette looked away. “I hope Carmine is ok. That snake villain looked like he did a number on her. You don’t think he’s working with Adonis, do you?”

Adrien shrugged. “I couldn’t tell you. Though, let’s not worry about that.”

“I suppose you’re right. Not that we could really do anything anyway.”

“Well, we can relax, despite the weather. Take it easy, for the most part. You have your student, I have work, but later we should be able to just enjoy each other’s company.”

Marinette forced a smile. “We can hope, but we’ll have to see what the storm says. Until then, I’ll stay out of your hair. Don’t want to interrupt your important business.”

Adrien smirked. He leaned in close and pressed his lips to Marinette’s ear. “I fully encourage you to interrupt them.”

Marinette blushed that spread to her ears. Anticipation, excitement, and desire mingled with uncertainty. She laughed nervously as she playfully pushed him away.

“Alright, alright. I’ve a student to get to. You head to the back and manage your calls while I lock up.”

“Alright, I’m going. Take it easy, hun.”

Adrien planted a quick kiss on Marinette’s lips before he headed to the back. Marinette sighed and turned to the door and the storm. She locked up, but she lingered. She pressed her forehead against the glass and closed her eyes. The light behind her eyes faded once more and went gray. She saw out into the storm and saw a dragon with a snake. The pair conversed, but their words were lost to her. She attempted to hide her shock, but it was known. She was pushed out and back to her body.

Marinette’s eyes snapped open as a tear fell from them. Longg was with a snake. Was that snake a kwami? Was it the snake villain’s kwami? What were they talking about? Was she roping him into her efforts to keep them apart?

Marinette flinched when a finger ran up her cheek. She glanced up at Luka, who held up his index finger with a lone tear. She let out a squeak at the tear and his chest that was half-covered by a towel.

“Are you ok?” Luka asked.

Marinette opened her mouth but took a deep breath to stop a choked sob from escaping. She furiously nodded her head and forced a smile.

Luka furrowed his brow. He knelt slightly and stared Marinette in the eyes. “I can see the pain in your eyes and hear the devastating melody of your heart. Something is troubling you.”

Marinette blinked, then sighed. “I see. You’re an empath. Juleka hadn’t mentioned that.”

Luka smiled and stood. “There’s a lot she doesn’t tell people. I think she enjoys the shock of what people think I’m like compared to what I actually am. I won’t lie, it can be amusing at times.”

Marinette giggled. “That sounds like Juleka. She continues to surprise me by the day and oh does she enjoy it. Imagine my surprise when she said she had a brother. And a twin no less.”

“Really? I’m surprised. That’s usually the first thing she mentions. Likes to play up the ideas people may have about me.”

“Unfortunately, she didn’t get that joy with me. Between her studies and the new kid on the way, there wasn’t much time to casually talk about you. Well, at least until the news you were coming home at long last.”

“Of all things to tell you, that’s it? I’m almost a little offended.”

Marinette smirked. “Sorry to disappoint, but your status as music star holds no weight here.”

Luka snorted and grinned. “Really? Could have fooled me with the hippie aesthetic you have going on around here. Jagged’s primary demographic that was out of fashion even in the seventies.”

“Then he’s truly beyond hope if he can’t rock these old lady bones here. I could be in a rocking chair, and he’d still couldn’t rock this old girl.”

Luka snorted and laughed.

Marinette smiled seeing Luka’s bright smile and hearing his warm, melodic laughter. It put the storm in her mind at ease taking it all in. She basked in it until a pair of hands slammed down on her shoulders. She screamed, taking a step forward and slipped on the wet floor. She scrambled to catch herself when Luka caught her and pulled her in close. She looked around in bewilderment at Juleka snickering to herself and a concerned Adrien.

“S-sorry. I just couldn’t resist,” Juleka said between breaths.

Marinette glared at Juleka. “We need to get you a damn bell.”

“Ok. Point me to Xiulan’s stash.”

“Oh, no. No, no, no. Don’t touch that pile. Xiulan will flip if even one bell is missing. Trust me, I’d know.”

Luka raised a brow. “Your roomie hoards bells?”

“Huh? Oh. Oh! Y-yeah. She’s just a… a quirky woman with a strange obsession with bells.”

“Right. She’s not here, is she?”

“Oh, no. Trust me, if she were, you and Adrien would be the first to be graced with her presence. You know, for better or for worse.”

“While I’m grateful the she-demon isn’t here, would you please let my girlfriend go?” Adrien asked with a slight growl in his voice.

Luka glared at Adrien. “And if I don’t want to?”

Marinette panicked and took a step forward. She slipped up on a puddle but was caught by Juleka.

“Enough. The both of you. We don’t need the two of you fighting like a pair of dogs over a bitch in heat,” Juleka remarked.

“Yes, please no fighting. We’re all stuck here until the storm passes,” Marinette begged.

Adrien sighed. “Alright, but he keeps his hands off you.”

“I see. Your flat tune has picked up in tempo. It rages with masterful control with notes that set everything off tune that makes it jarring to hear. It’s giving me a headache to be quite frank,” Luka remarked.

Adrien knotted his brow. “What are you talking about?”

“Better question. Do you care?” Juleka countered.

Adrien grumbled but didn’t give Juleka a proper response. He turned and returned to the back.

Marinette frowned. Unease and fear rolled through her. That display didn’t sit well with her. Seeing Adrien’s jealousy and anger struck something. Could it have been a one-time thing? Just a heat of the moment and passion? Or was there something to what Luka said? She didn’t completely understand it, but she assumed there was more to Adrien than the front he put up. Something that put her on edge after that display.

“Hey, Mari, let’s get going, yeah? We can get a lesson in before lunch and see where the storm is at,” Juleka said.

“Oh, right. Let’s get started then.”

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beabeemu · 11 months

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Champagne Problems

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Champagne problems am I right?

This was inspired by Taylor swift's song "Champagne Problems" TW!?! Angst, Slight Violence Getou cameo hehhehehe I made this like 2 years ago, It was originally written about a different character, but I changed it, so if you their name, don't be shy to tell me. UNEDITED LOLOL Not related to my other fic: more than this (But still go check it out lol)

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Smooth, relaxing, and beautiful music played in the background as Satoru twirled my body around, my dress spreading around me. I looked at him, Like how I always looked at him, Feeling happy, loved and contented, and satisfied and everything else. But now… It’s different. Like something is missing, I keep looking for more but nothing new ever comes, Like I was getting tired of him. I hate it, But sometimes I feel like it’s true.

I stopped moving by the beat, It wasn’t because the dancing was over, It was still playing and I stopped dancing. I let go of his hand and said “ I’m gonna sit down for a while” and I left him, standing, in the middle of the dance floor. I can feel his stare as he watched me go.

I sat on the balcony– on one of the lounge chairs that were there– I stared at nothing, Then I felt a presence from behind and I looked and saw him, He must be confused why I left him standing there. I kinda feel bad but not really. I looked back at where I was staring and again nothing. I was reminiscing on what I’d been feeling for the past few weeks.

I kept my responses short to him, Whenever he asked where I was, I’ll tell him where and turn my phone off, no “I’ll be home before dinner” or “I love you” Or even “I’m safe don’t worry” Nothing. And whenever I was at home, I wouldn’t talk to him as much as I used to before. And I wasn’t telling him anything about what I was feeling too. I mean, how could I? Just tell him straight up that I don’t want to be with him anymore and that I want something else and It’s not him?

No, That’s too harsh.

Unbeknownst to me, he was going to propose tonight as he started talking about our past and how we met. It almost made me remember How much and why I love him so much. Well almost.

“And I want to spend my life with you, Y/N L/N will you marry me?” He said as he got on one knee and opened a small box, There shined the beautiful champagne-colored ring, It was his mother’s. After his speech, I was left on the spot. Searching my mind for an answer.

‘Should I say yes?’

‘Maybe All my confusion was just temporary or something

‘Oh God, I don't know

‘Should I say no?’

‘Fuck I really don’t know

‘I’m still confused about everything

‘God, why did he propose now?’

‘Im still having second thoughts about our whole relationship, and now this?’

‘Im stalling fuck, I need to answer

‘Ok just tell him the first answer that comes to mind’

‘Yes’

‘No, I’m still confused about everything I can’t handle this right now

“I can’t, I’m sorry”

And I left.

His heart was glass, And I dropped it. Now all that is left is a million shards of glass.

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When I got home, I meant my old apartment, The same apartment I told gojo that I had “sold” to someone else. I come here to just relax, and whenever Gojo and I would fight I’ll stay the night here.

I went inside and passed out on the bed, I was so tired. After everything that happened tonight, It’s all a mess.

I don’t know how to face Gojo anymore.

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The next day, I was just cooking breakfast I heard a knock on my door. I walked to it nervous that it might be Gojo, but to my surprise, it wasn’t, instead, it was hisBest friend getou.

“Getou what are you doing here?”

“What do you think?” Then I looked at his hand and saw a bottle of Dom Perignon, the anticipation of engagement. So he told his family huh?

“Y’know, I wouldn’t want this drink to go to waste without a toast so here goes”

He then smashed the bottle at the side of my door, shards of glass flying everywhere, the drink spilling all over the floor. “Cheers, for hurting my friend, and being a selfish bitch. Consider this mercy, If Gojo hadn’t forbidden it, I would have done something so much worse.” And he left, I was shocked at what he did and thought that it was a little over the top, but I deserved it. I really did

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It’s been over 1 month since the proposal. And I was at a restaurant, Just casually eating and trying not to think about the proposal.

‘Fuck I just did’

I sighed and continued eating, I haven’t seen Gojofor over a month now, I hope he’s alright.

Wow, that’s a lot coming from the person who rejected his proposal.

“Y/N?”

I sighed, So much for not thinking about it.

“Gojo,” I said as looked up at him, my stare blank as ever. I surveyed his appearance trying to see if anything changed. Did he change for the better? Did he move on? I hope he did.

His hair was a little messy, his eyes had bags under them, He looked like he hasn’t slept in ages.

“Um, Can I?”

He said indicating the empty seat in front of me.

‘No’

“Sure”

He seemed relieved at my response so he sat down in front of me. I suddenly felt a wave of deja vu coming down on me.

I continued eating, There was no point in waiting. He knows this, I was always like this. Whenever we would go on dates like this I would tell him that he can keep talking because I was listening.

“So, um how are you?”

He said I was kinda surprised I would’ve thought that he would ask me why I didn’t say yes to his proposal or something. I guess he moved on.

“I’m fine, you?”

“I’m trying…”

And another wave of silence crashed down on us as I continued eating.

“Y/N”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you say no to my proposal?”

And there it is. Who was I kidding, this was unavoidable

“I was… having second thoughts about our relationship”

He seemed shocked because his eyes widened like this was the first time I'd ever mentioned it to him. Which in fact it was.

“Second thoughts? What do you mean?” He looked like he was running out of breath. He looked like, everything we’ve been through was nothing, he looked hurt. Which almost melted my stone-cold heart.

“Exactly what it means, I wanted more. I haven’t been contented with anything anymore, I wasn’t happy”

“Was I not enough?” He looked like he was on the verge of tears, But he didn’t let them fall. Not yet.

“No, Toru, no. I… Didn’t deserve your love. But I promise you, you’ll find someone new who will patch you up and love you the way that you deserve unfortunately it’s not me, I’m so sorry” I said, It took me a long time to realize that, we receive the kind of love that we think we deserve and He wasn’t for me. Back then I used to think that we were meant to be and that we were gonna be together forever. But I guess not.

I guess you won’t know the answer until someone is on their knees and ask you whether or not you’ll love them forever.

I left after that and I never saw him again. Maybe it was for the best. Or maybe not, we’ll never know.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 7 months

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So I just saw the post about masturbating and not always feeling the pleasure of it and I have to say I relate to it so much.

One thing I would also mention is the problem with me is I find it hard to connect with people. It's not that I don't care. I just feel like I am unable to love. I met an amazinggg boy and we date and we're now a couple now. But I feel like it's all an illusion. Like I am lying to him and myself. Like I am dishonest and a horrible person. He is amazinggg. I love talking with him and going out with him. He is soo kind and understanding and I trust him.

And maybe it's trauma again making me feel that way.

It feels weird if I even think of holding hands with him, hugging him, kissing him ect. I'm scared, am I unable to love? And when it comes to intimacy? Boy, I'm scared of that too. What if I'm just going to let him down.

What if I'm made to be alone and by myself? Because I feel like I'm the happiest and safest when I'm by myself.

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Hey hey Heyy, 🚽 anon…!!

{Let’s Talk Trauma in Relationships}

This is another more lengthy discussion. But it is so worth reading…! As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts, drop them in my ask box or dm me 🥰 Don’t hesitate to reach out, my lovelies <33

You’re talking about my Let’s Talk Healthy Solo Sex conversation, and I love it! I feel that you relate to it so much. 🫖 anon and you are most definitely not alone ♥️. Before I continue, I want to thank you for being open, adding on to the conversation, and sharing your experience with me, 🫖 anon, and the blog. As well as to say how proud I am of you for being vulnerable and feeling safe enough to share this 💞💞💞

Ok so your first point is on the difficulty of connecting with people— How can we connect? Why is it so hard for some to connect…??

I hear you. Your experience is so valid. You mentioned feeling like you are unable to love, that it’s an illusion, dishonest, etc. After, you added it might be the trauma affecting you, and I couldn’t agree more. Trauma can really mess with a person’s sense and practice of love, sex, and life. Anyone experiencing feelings and thoughts like you mentioned, I would recommend they find, talk through, process, and heal from any trauma (especially childhood trauma), and I highly recommend you do this with a professional.

From whatever experience caused you to have these thoughts/feelings, of course anxiety is going to form. Your feelings are valid. It’s okay to have questions like you do in your fourth paragraph. To me, that’s a sign that there is unfinished business, trauma, or feelings that need to be resolved. But it’s all super valid nonetheless.

Your last point/question— I feel most happy and safe when I’m alone, so am I meant to be alone…?

I truly feel you on feeling the safest and happiest when you’re on your own. But it’s not meant to be that way. Human beings are social creatures. Yes, we can have time alone and in solitude, but that is meant to be balanced by social time. We’ve been conditioned that the only way to do it is on our own, and that that’s what we are destined for, but that’s false! We are meant to love, we are meant to be cared for, we are meant to feel, to connect. ♥️

Thank you once more for sharing all of this. You are so brave, and I am extremely proud of you, 🚽 anon! Don’t ever hesitate to reach out. I hope you have a lovely day!! 💞💞

Talk with Me ❤️‍🔥

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ethanhuntfemmefatale · 10 months

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the great cecil m:i movie ranking

Ok so the other day @callmearcturus challenged me on avoiding ranking MI movies…i can’t let that stand. This post is gonna be long. Some of these are self evident I think to anyone who has followed me for any amount of time…some might shock people. let’s get into it.

1. MI1

This is not a surprise to anyone who knows me I think. MI1 is the reason I got into the franchise and the reason I keep coming back to it. It’s my favorite movie of all time, it’s the movie that made me love movies. If I wanted to explain everything i loved about it I’d probably end up taking up like 25 pages

2: MI7, Dead Reckoning Part 1

I think the reason why I love DR1 so much is that I saw it in theaters. The experience of watching it—my family dropped me off to go batshit on my own, I had my MI shirt on, I had just enough spoilers to feel ready for the major twists and to analyze the movie like a rewatch BUT not enough to lessen the suspense at all—it was really just the best cinematic experience I’ve had…maybe ever. The first time I watched MI1 comes close, and so does seeing Rogue One in theaters as a kid. Anyway, this movie is really just a masterpiece in my opinion. It manages to juggle so many plates without seeming like it’s struggling—just when I start missing Benji he shows up again, which is an essential trait for an MI movie—it’s thematically coherent and deep—it’s an incredibly suspenseful and entertaining action movie—Ethan is so gorgeous in it—we get not one, but two new female characters, and both of them have such compelling thematic arcs and significance that it makes me want to scream—Luther gets to be the most badass he’s been in the whole franchise, and that's a high bar. What else can you ask from a movie. Nothing i say

3. MI5, Rogue Nation

This movie in my opinion is probably the most just solid, high quality excellent movie of the franchise. It’s so well made it’s so fun to watch it’s intense and cool. It introduces us to Ilsa who I love more than life itself. Especially in this movie she has a physicality to rival Ethan’s and an arc that feels like a meaningful callback to Ethan’s in MI2-3 era. I’m such a big fan of the way Ilsa is introduced in this movie—her showmanship is featured without the camera being creepy. She’s a performer, like Ethan, and sometimes the performance is meant to be sexy, but she’s treated as another character and not an object of desire. This movie is also the beginning of a trend I appreciate in MI, which is the tendency to center team members who aren’t Ethan or the ostensible love interest in the climactic scene. Benji, Ilsa and Ethan share the Bomb Experience together and it makes the movie really strong. Overall the Benji/Ilsa/Ethan vibes are immaculate in this film, it’s probably the strongest for my Queer Platonic Polyamory Thesis. The opera scene is among my favorite sequences in MI because I’m a classical musician and I grew up listening to Nessun Dorma and also it’s just a fucking excellent sequence in every way. This movie also features Ethan using his Claire Phelps skill set to defeat Lane and it makes me happy.

4. MI6, Fallout

I really love this movie but MI5 beats it for me because I had a hard time figuring out what was going on in Fallout on first watch. Which i think is at least partially by design, Fallout is meant to feel mind-trippy and uncomfortable in parts. August Walker isn’t a character I connect with very much, I liked him for a brief moment when I thought he genuinely suspected Ethan of being John Lark…i was kinda disappointed when he turned out to be the main antagonist cause he wasn’t that interesting to me. The ending of this movie is absolute perfection. It has my favorite last scene of any of the MI movies. The team dynamics, also, perfect. The introduction of Alana is a highlight and the kiss scene is so fucking creepy and striking and has such epic character implications. Also fallout Ethan is so, he’s everything to me he’s so tired and soft. Fallout ethan gotta be one of my favorite genders. This movie really Gets ethan and centers him emotionally which is a big part of why I love it so much. Also the bathroom fight scene is just simply epic.

5. MI2

I should probably add here that I’m influenced by a few things—first, MI2 was the first MI movie that I connected with after MI1, and the first movie where I felt like this franchise could have more for me than just MI1. So I imprinted on it. Also, one of my favorite people in the world likes MI2 best of the franchise. I love MI2 because through all the camp (or maybe because of all the camp) it has this earnest seriousness. It doesn’t chafe against its genre in ways that I would say MI3 and MI4 kinda do. Because of that unselfconsciousness I bought into the movie completely (well. After I’d gotten over the initial frankly awful opening sequence, which did make me actually turn off the movie and skip to MI4 the first time I tried to watch. Once Ethan gets in the meeting with Swanbeck I started buying in), and when it did ridiculous things I enjoyed it and felt really uncritically invested cause the movie wasn’t trying to distance itself from its audience. I’m also deeply sensitive to “two desperately unhappy people use each other and try to help each other” (ahem ahem looking at Risky Business) stories and that aspect of MI2 got to me hard. Nyah is one of my favorite female characters in MI because she’s got Ethan’s guile and self-destructive tendencies and is holding onto them for him for a movie while he goes off the deep end trying to be a hero. It’s a very sweet dynamic to me. There’s something childish about their interactions that feels kinda heartbreaking at times. Thandie Newton brings so much charm and vulnerability and grit to the role along with this little-dog-pretending-to-be-big energy that just makes her addictive to watch. This movie also has to my mind (I know it’s debatable) an interesting and well laid out theory on “Ethan And Violence” that makes it a jarring but still realistic step from Ethan’s role in MI1 as someone who essentially doesn’t fight at all. (It’s easy to imagine, looking at Ethan’s arc as a whole and the mental state where we leave him in MI1 and also his whole Deal in this movie, that after MI1 he went overboard trying to learn. So I don’t feel bothered by his stylish hand-to-hand in this movie.) Incidentally I think MI3 would have benefited a lot from listening to MI2’s “Ethan And Violence” thesis. All this being said the end of this movie is weak, I’m not a fan of car/motorcycle chases at the best of times and MI2’s goes on for a longgg time. And although I don’t hate Sean Ambrose as a villain, he has a particular Australianness to him that makes scenes like him chopping his sidekick’s finger feel too cartoonish even for my tastes. Also, MI2 features the beginning of the voice chip which I don’t like, and the “world-ending plot” which I don’t like. Both of which work fine in the movie but then get integrated into the franchise as a whole, so I blame MI2 for that.

6. MI3

There is one reason why this movie isn’t last and it’s Julia. That’s the only reason. Ok I lied there are three reasons—their names are Julia, Luther, and Benji. Luther is absolutely gorgeous in this movie (he always is but especially here). This movie also gives us “what’s up baby” which lives in my mind perpetually. And this is the Benji Entrance Movie, Benji’s scene on the phone with Ethan in the end is just excellent. As a whole I don’t love this movie, I don’t like what it does with Ethan’s character outside of what happens when him and Julia are on screen together (except it would have been more in character and massively improved the movie if Ethan had managed to tell her at least part of the truth before she got abducted). Julia is the light of my life and the wedding scene between her and Ethan is one of my favorite scenes in the franchise, as well as the scene at the party with the two of them. This movie is really significant in Ethan’s arc, and makes all the subsequent movies work better, and Ethan’s particular “desperately sweet and codependent” vibe with Julia is devastating. That being said it features the Worst break ins in the franchise including just fucking killing a bunch of random people in the beginning and Ethan forgetting how to act when he’s caught without the voice chip in the Vatican. Also the worst fucking line “Humpty dumpty sat on a wall” which I cannot watch without cringing to the extent that I have to turn the audio off when I get to that part

7. MI4, Ghost Protocol

Ok so the thing is again my relationship with this movie was influenced by circumstance. I happened to watch this movie directly after getting my mind blown by MI1 and when I saw MI4 it just seemed a world away from the feelings MI1 brought up for me. Much more traditional action movie. That being said, there were things I loved about it and my love for those things only grew with time as I got to know the rest of the franchise and filled in the gaps about what took Ethan from MI1 to MI4. I didn’t even know about Julia back then!

The opening of ghost protocol is so fucking good and I love Ethan in it so much that it physically hurts to watch him be so beautiful and tired and just like. Content and sad and perfect. The seduction scene is excellent and shows a nuanced understanding of How Ethan Works as well as showcasing the team. I never quite learned to like the very beginning of the movie (the assassin tracker phone app is theoretically camp and fun but for me it was a no sell) and I don’t totally agree with Benji’s characterization in the Kremlin breakin, I like him being nervous and making mistakes but he’s goofy in a way that feels forced to me. On first watch that was my first experience with Benji who I really wanted to like and I was irritated by him in the Kremlin, and only started liking him when the movie let him be himself more. He is completely fantastic by the Burj Khalifa climb, and stays strong through the rest of the movie. This is a tiny detail but I wish later movies had let him keep the GP trait of always sticking things in his mouth. it’s everything to me. Another aspect of my verdict is: not enough Luther. Thank god he comes in at the end, it goes a long way towards raising my estimation of the movie. Also I just really don’t enjoy the GP villain he’s boring, and the main conflict of GP is a world-threat instead of something personal to Ethan, which just made me feel less invested and decentered Ethan emotionally toward the end in a way I didn’t like. I do think it works, cause GP is generally the movie where Ethan is the least a person and the most an agent. But it makes it harder for me to connect.

Anyway that is my ranking. For those who might be interested in the broader Tom Cruise Ranking™, splitting up MI into its individual film parts, the ranking would probably go:

MI1

Risky Business

MI5

MI6

Top Gun: Maverick

Edge of Tomorrow

Knight and Day

Top Gun

MI2

MI3

MI4

The Firm

Oblivion

Jerry Maguire

I tried watching jerry maguire again and got bored and stopped…something is wrong with me i think. It’s objectively a good movie

#mission impossible #long post #feeling in a ranking mood today...might rank ethan's haircuts later

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lunaflowerlight · 1 year

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The bathtub would make a good crying nook, I’d decided. Narrow, contained, and just comfortable enough to wallow in self pity in for hours on end, but still hard and cold enough so as to not be too kind to myself.

I curled up ready for a good sob, but there’s a knock at the door.

‘Miss Hooper, Molly, I know you’re in there. I can smell your perfume.’

Oh, this is awkward. Confession time: I’m not hiding in my own bathtub and I’m not in my bathroom....or even my flat....Ok, maybe it isn’t such a good place to have breakdown after all...But in my defense my near perfect boyfriend, Harold - the name being the only imperfection - had just dumped me on a packed tube carriage and there was no way I was going to stick around to cry in front of all those embarrassed commuters, so I leapt off at the first station not even caring which one it was.

I was in a daze and I don’t remember Mrs Hudson letting me in. She must have thought me a client. I just knew the address: 221B Baker Street, that’s where people go when they need help but no one but him can help.

The door opens and I briefly think about snatching at a towel to hide under, but that would be one step too far towards madness. I’m not sure that I care too much in any case.

Sherlock Holmes - or The Jerk as I sometimes think of him - is a recent acquaintance. He sneaks into my corner of the hospital and beats the corpses with a riding crop. He can be rude, but I think he’s okay. He certiantly likes to think of himself as being the smartest person in the room, because he is usually.

Right now, he just looks baffled.

‘Why are you crying in my bathtub?’ he eventually asks. ‘Obviously, I can see your boyfriend has just ended things with you, quite brutally, but why are you here?’

I glance around the room searching for inspiration.

‘It just seemed like a good place to hide from the world. Don’t you ever feel like hiding?’

For a moment the cold mask of arrogance slips and a softer expression shows on his face. He comes sits by the tub.

‘Sometimes,’ he admits. ‘You’ll be okay, Molly, you’ll find someone.’

Fat tears begin to fall once more.

‘I don’t understand people,’ I choke, squeezing my eyes shut. ‘I mean, when they’re corpses they’re easy to understand, but when alive....they don’t make sense....that’s why my relationships don’t last...I’m a freak, Sherlock. I’ll always be alone.’

I jump when I feel his hand close around mine. I open my eyes, he’s looking so tenderly at me.

‘You won’t be alone because I’ll be your boyfriend,’ he says.

‘What? But we don’t know each other.’

He brushes the wet strands of hair out of my eyes. The light touch of his fingertips against my skin sends a chill down my spine. I’ve never felt anything like it before.

‘Isn’t love not being able to stop thinking about one another?’ he whispers, sounding unsure of himself. ‘To think that someone is the most beautiful, interesting person in the world? To care about them? And to not be afraid of being vulnerable in front of them? I think that’s what love must be, although I’ve never been in love before, but I feel it for you, Molly. I felt it since I first saw you eight weeks and three days ago. Would you like me to be your boyfriend?’

I rest my face again the warm palm of his hand and nod.

‘I think I love you too,’ I hear myself say.

‘Perhaps we can figure love out together? Please stay.’

I can’t help but laugh a little with relief and happiness and sadness and shame and confusion, a huge mixed up swirl of emotions I can’t identify. I just know I feel strongly. I want to laugh and cry and dance around and bite and kiss, kiss, kiss him.

‘I’d like that. I’ll stay,’ I say shakily, clinging to him for comfort. ‘Please hold me.’

He sits on the side of the tub and wraps his arms tightly around me, rocking me, kissing my hair.

This might be love, feeling safety and exhilaration all at the same time.

#sherlolly #sherlock/molly #sherlolly fanfiction #sherlolly fanfic #Molly Hooper

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sarahrogersevans · 2 years

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Best Friends’Sister- Steve Rogers POV fan fiction

Summary: Steve meets his friend Tony Starks’ sister while doing an interview with her and wants to ask her out but does the right thing and talks to tony before doing anything

Warnings: angst, mentions of feeling nervous and shy, Steve being soft need I say more? But let me know if I forget anything, maybe mild language,

Here we are in New York after another long tough battle doing interviews for the news, don’t get me wrong I love fighting for my country and saving the world but the many interviews and questions get annoying.

“Hey excuse me.. Mr. Rogers? Can I ask you a few questions?” A voice from behind me asked.

I turned around and saw this gorgeous brown haired woman holding a notepad and a pencil ready to write down a story.

I smiled and said “Hello, what do you what’s your name miss?”

We had just returned from fighting ultron and his army so it felt good to be back home.

The lady said “Y/N Stark, so how’s it feel to have saved the world from danger yet again?”

I was shocked I was talking to Tony’s sister and I said “wow you’re Tony’s sister really?? Good to meet you honey and well I love fighting for my country and it feels good to save the world but I’m just doing my job.. so are you a journalist or a reporter?”

She smiled and put her notepad in her bag and said “I’m a journalist I’ve been hearing about my brother and the team and ever since I became a journalist I wanted a chance to interview you for the newspaper.”

I looked up and down at her blushing and wanted to ask her out for a coffee to continue talking but I knew Tony wouldn’t be very happy with me for asking his sister out so I wanna do the right thing and talk to him first since he is my friend.

After all the interviews were over I went to go find Tony which he was back at the tower working on repairing his suits.

Tony saw me standing in the doorway looking nervous and said “hey Rogers you gonna come in or stand there in the doorway?”

I laughed and walked in and sat down and said “so.. I met your sister earlier, she interviewed me.”

Tony said “so? what happened?? How’d she do?”

I said “she did great I was impressed, I wanna maybe ask her out.. to get to know her, but I wanted to talk to you before doing anything.”

Tony looked at me and walked over to me slowly and said “oh really? That’s my sister Rogers not just someone you can go out once and forget about.”

I nodded and understood that Tony would be protective which I really liked how protective Tony was of the people close to him.

I said “I promise Tony I really like her I won’t ever do anything to hurt her, I’d like to get to know her.”

Tony patted my shoulder and gripped onto it tight and thought for a minute and said “hmm .. alright Rogers, I trust you, you’re a great guy Steve she’d love you.”

——A day later——

I was leaving my apartment right as I opened the door I saw Y/N was about to knock on the door and I smiled at her and said “hey there Y/N.. how did you find me?”

She smiled nervously and said “I got your address from a friend at the office.”

I nodded and said “ah I see, well I was just about to come find you actually so good timing”

Y/N said “oh? why’s that Steve?” She smiled at me probably thinking the same thing I was

I locked my apartment door and turned to face back over at Y/N and said “well.. after yesterday I was hoping to maybe ask you out to grab a coffee maybe get to you know you better? If that’s ok with you?”

Y/N blushed and said “yea I’d actually like that a lot.. does my brother know about you asking me?”

I nodded and said “he does I went to him right away after I talked to you yesterday. He’s my best friend and didn’t wanna make any moves without checking with him.”

Y/N got her phone out and said “crap.. I actually have a work trip I have to leave for but maybe when I come back we can go on that coffee date? You’re a great guy Steve Rogers I really like you.”

I smiled but felt disappointed she was leaving but kissed her cheek and said “until then Y/N.” I winked at her and she walked away watching me stand there. I had a good feeling about her.

This is another requested fic I received I hope the one who requested this one enjoys 🤍xx I hope it’s close to what you were looking for. Steve rogers and Tony Stark’s journalist sister

#steve rogers #tony stark #marvel #age of ultron #request #chris evans characters #angst fic #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers angst #fluff #steve rogers x fem!reader #fanfics #steve rogers drabble

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stillthesunkenstars · 2 years

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Heyy, I hope it’s ok to send you a message about this and it doesn’t cause more anxiety or anything for you (and feel free to ignore or delete this if you want, that’s totally fine by me). I know I don’t follow your main here, but I do scroll through it every now and I just did that and saw all your posts about leaving tumblr and the BS fandom.

it’s late and past my bedtime and my brain is kinda fried rn, so I hope this comes out the way I want it to, but all I wanted to say is that I’ve loved your art ever since I first saw it and your drawings are a very big reason why I first started messing around with the DWEU/BS myself. I still haven’t been able to read as much BS stuff as I’d like to, but I do plan to do that someday, and the character and her stories have been a really big inspiration to me over the past couple of years. like the way she keeps being a good person and choosing to be kind and loving her friends and trying to hold her family together in spite of everything the universe has throw at her to try to break her down… that’s meant A Lot to me, and I think your posts and artwork were a huge reason for that. like they really kickstarted my interest if that makes sense.

I’m sorry you feel so alone here, and I really hope you have a better time on other social media sites! we all have to do what’s best and healthiest for us, and social media is a thing meant entirely for our own enjoyment, so if you’re not enjoying this place, then definitely don’t feel bad for moving on!

but I don’t ever want to look back and realize that I didn’t tell someone they mattered when they did, so I wanted to send this message to you and say everything I just said. and also that I think your art is amazing, like not just your DW/BS art, but your whole style and everything is so cool and inspiring to me. anyway, yeah I have to go to bed now lol :’) but I hope you have a good time posting on other sites, and maybe I’ll see you there sometime! and thanks so much for all the amazing Brax art you’ve given us, as someone who also cares about that character it’s always made me so happy to know there was someone else out there who cared about him and that I wasn’t the only one. I wish you all the best! ✨🌟

Hey gurt!! Thanks for this message that is so kind of you to say😭😭 leaving tumblr for a while is kinda an impulse decision because for a consecutive week my mom just decided to trigger me about my art unprompted and it made the loneliness I felt because of tumblr worse in a way? But now that I left tumblr for a few days I really do feel much better, I want to return to make drawings for those of u who also enjoys BS but I know making drawings with the intention of ‘feeding’ other people within such a small fandom is what drained me in the first place so I’m hesitant. I’m going to therapy this week to talk about this (and a lot of other things on my mind I’m not only going to go to therapy bc tumblr lol) but if/when I return I must sort out my relationship with this website. I’m not a very nice person I think and I don’t always act rationally here but I want to just. Take a break for a while on tumblr

And YES BS is just such a good piece of media!! Like for all its dysfunctional family shenanigans like everything everyone ever does is out of love mostly… I like brax for the corpse party esque mindgames horror stuff but knowing that before everything he really started his descent into madness wishing the tragedies like what happened on dellah would not fall upon his friends and thus taking the matters into his own hands is just. The road to hell really is paved with good intentions 😭😭 that being said I don’t think I would quit drawing bs art ever because while it is a hyperfixiation it is a genuinely good piece of media that captures my almost every aesthetic.

Genuinely thank you for this message again, I’m very happy to know you enjoyed my art 😭😭

#replies #fortes fortuna iogurtum #I still check tumblr once a day for messages/replies but I don’t obsessively refresh my activity page now

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duncanstewartsblog · 2 months

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Hana-bi

This was a film that I liked quite a bit actually as once again I thought just the visual style was very unique and I loved that about. One thing that quickly caught my attention was that of the music or the soundtrack as it reminded me of Studio Ghibli films, which are on the other side of the spectrum. That’s when I did my research and found out that it’s the exact same composer, Joe Hisaishi. The music is this perfect balance of soothing yet feeling like there is no end to the pain. Joe perfectly fits this narrative and I think and film that he works on has this balance which I love. Brings a tear to people’s eyes in an instant and I think an emphasis should be put more on his work over the years in the states at least where I haven’t heard much of him otherwise but maybe that’s just me being ignorant about the subject.

Once again going back to the visual style of the film, it just took be by surprise as I saw a lot of similar styles in that early 2000s setting something about that style and I guess aura is very interesting to me. One thing as well is that of the gritty-ness of it all. With the multiple serious injuries and/or death it’s crazy to me how we keep getting so many Japanese films that are just very brutal like all the time. It seems to be a reoccurring thing with the films we’ve been watching to get that sort of craziness but once again that may just be from the films that we have chosen for this particular class. I’m not sure if a lot of directors just prefer that in their movies as that allows the people to get a more realistic look at the brutality of it all. Another aspect is that of endings in Japan, I find it quite rare that we ever actually have a good ending necessarily as I think back to the films like Cruel Story of Youth or even family game like so much of these films just have an ending where you’re like damn now I feel miserable after because what the hell. Overall, I can’t say it’s one of my favorites of the class but it’s definitely still good and I’d be happy to rewatch it one day as there are some great scenes and visually great scenes that would be lovely to watch again.

I think overall my grading of the film would have to be below the A tier as it’s fun but not great and I’ve seen others do this sort of premise quite well where I think this sort of does but not greatly and that’s ok.

Grade: B

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youremyonlyhope · 2 years

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Chapter Nine: The Piggyback

I don’t know what this title is supposed to mean.

I’m gonna TRY to not pause constantly. But knowing me, I will fail. Finallyyyyyyyyyyy. Jopper is canon. I do not like that Dustin is going into the Upside Down. No. “We are noooot heroes.” Stop it stop saying things like that I don’t like it. The Piggyback title makes more sense now. Don’t get El high or something please. No no no no no no no no no. Stupid redneck saw Erica. “Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?” YES. Ok so that wasn’t the Will coming out scene. But it was a Byers boys bonding scene and I’m happy to have it. Is there electricity in the Upside Down? I got a text and took a second to answer, and I just realized we’re not even halfway through. Ahhh. I love this version of Dream a Little Dream too much to be scared of it. GOOD JOB ERICA. KICK HIM. Man I knew Vecna had to be above the Mind Flayer but I had really hoped he wouldn’t be. I had really hoped he’d be under the Mind Flayer in some way. The whole “Mind Flayer General” theory had been so comforting. Ugh. It can’t be over there’s 40 more minutes. He’s not dead. But ugh they really broke Max’s arm and legs helpppp. SEE! SEEEE! HE’S GONE. HE GOT UP. See all those stupid “Oh yeah I can’t wait to see what Eddie does in season 5″ articles NO. YOU ALL LIED. ...How dare they. How DARE they kill Max. OH MY GOD JASON TOO AND WHAT A HORRIBLE WAY. This is horrific. I had to pause for a second. I’m not letting myself show any emotion because my brother is in the next room and keeps coming and looking at me. He literally asked me what I’m typing just now. My family is nosy. But anyway I can’t show emotion since I’ll spoil him. But oh my god I’m so mad. El you got lots of power but bringing people to life? Eh. Maybe. If she can suck the life source of Max out of Vecna maybe.

TWO DAYS LATER!?!?!?!?

Eddie’s name doesn’t even get to be cleared now. That’s the worst part. A coma is better than death I guess. Shoot. One’s not gonna be in Max’s body is he... I don’t need Will’s spidey sense back. Well that’s quite a cliffhanger.

That was definitely devastating. I’m sure the fandom is in shambles over Eddie. Steve survived at least! Poor Dustin needs a cast on his ankle or at least crutches, why are they just letting him limp around?

They’re definitely setting up an intense season 5. God I hope Max ends up okay but best case scenario is that she wakes up and has all her bones healed but she’s blind. Worst case is that she just dies again. I’m upset. I’m really upset.

I still have one complaint: WE NEEDED MORE WILL. God they just keep underutilizing my son. That scene in the car with Mike was amazing. Give him more. Give me more Will.

Also I didn’t cry. It’s weird, ever since the pandemic I’ve been able to cry at nearly the drop of a hat, which is unheard of for me since in my teens and early 20s I’d cry maybe twice a year. But 2020-early 2022 I cried ALL. THE. TIME. Over anything. I cried once just talking about Encanto. I cried once thinking about how sad the Rockerfeller Christmas tree looked. Even the dumbest cheesiest movie would make me cry. And yet I didn’t cry watching this. I blame my antidepressants that I started taking a month or so ago, maybe that means they’re working.

But I’m also yawning a lot, which is something I used to do pre-2020-crying-levels, I’d find that instead of crying I’d just get sleepy and start yawning a lot. And back then during the rare times when I would cry I’d just knock out asleep afterwards because I’d be so drained. So I’m gonna assume the fact that I’ve yawned a billion times writing this that it’s the sadness tiredness again. Yay.

Now that Stranger Things 4 is done, I don’t know what to do with my life. What else do I look forward to now?

#hope watches stranger things #st spoilers #stranger things spoilers

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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years

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happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

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