#like yeah it's a happy ending but JESUS CHRIST I WOULD SOOO FUCKED UP FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

[autism-swagger]

Can you imagine going back in time with knowledge that could save people's lives, not only failing but actively making things worse, and then going back to find out that not only is your entire life almost completely different, you don't even get to keep your name.

And you can't even tell anyone about it.

#Jamie my poor sweet baby Jamie :( #like yeah it's a happy ending but JESUS CHRIST I WOULD SOOO FUCKED UP FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE #SHE HAS AN ENTIRE NEW LIFE SHE DOESN'T REMEMBER OR KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT #well I guess she has Lauren and Amelia BUT MY POINT STILL STANDS #A N D SHE WASN'T SLEEPING THE ENTIRE TIME?????????? #Jamie tag #horror tag #og fandom post tag #totally killer #jamie hughes

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Some things I'm learning while planning my Gotham rewrite:

- Butterfly effects are very complicated. Rewrites always suffer with the ultimate question of what is a imutable plotiline especially in later seasons because as things deviate for canon more other things HAVE TO as well.

- Gotham vaguelly mentions mental dissorders all the time but I doubt the writes even read the DSM-V (that is the br acronom for the official diagnosys book used by specialists in most countries, it is a bit outdated, a new edition will soon take it's place, but still used) ONCE just as the basic of basic guidelines and it's SOOO hard to know who should have what and even harder to adapt it too a not steriotypical and somewhat ableist form ESPECIALLY ED'S DID. To the point where it would be easy to just pull DC Dark label themes and say Riddler is a demon and not an alter. Or the Cooblepot curse that Elijah mentions (cleary some form of bipolar disorder) and them the show NEVER acknowledges again. Or Gordon's convenient PTSD and suicidal idealization that only exist when the plot needs. Or whatever the fuck Barbara has. Honeslty this show.

- My hyperfixation on the batkids makes me want to put them in there and it makes NO SENSE. Help.

- English grammar is a fucking mess. I always though that specially as a non-native speaker but Jesus Christ how do you guys even live? The absolute lack of vowels where definitivally should be vowels annoys me the most and the sentence making... oh god. But the worst part is verbal time because for whatever the reason the way that time influenciate your verbs and sentences is way to different as how it does in portuguese and the lack of equivalency drives me mad.

- Writing Thomas and Martha actually having some screentime and developing Thomas as less the perfect martyr and more the flawed man looking for atonemed and Martha less the poor victim and more as an active participant on the things happening around her is extremely cathartic. Also writing a Gordon and Thomas brotop is fun.

- Comics ages never made sence and in Gotham makes even less but at least that means getting meta and exploring MAGIC DC my favorite DC. Dark Label rocks. Besides Gotham does plays well with the atemporal feeling, we cannot place it well at all. It's just somewhere between 40's and 90's and that actually hepls me a lot.

- I cannot live without acknowledging Bruce and Oliver childhood friendship. Sorry, not sorry. I can also not avoid being mean to the Luthors.

- By actually writing Gotham in a universe that aknowledge other DC properties but still feels like the weirdest most unique and violent city in the wolrd should be hard but it's just edgy and fun as hell.

- I may have illigaly dowloaded Gotham Academy because I want to use some aspects of the run but haven't had the chance to read it yet.

- I may be planning on illigaly acquiring other comic runs that talk about Gotham being cursed and I also may be planning on using this project as an excuse to change my reading of the Court of Owls saga to illigal dowload to spending money and waiting for the delivery. You know like a person who has money for comics usually does. Specially one who doesn't waste the few times they have the money in Silver Age comics like I do.

- I have issues. I knew that. But still I feel like I know that even more. Yeah.

- I also am too happy planing the Pengy parts to actually do the other ones (I did very few about Harvey (both Bullock and Dent); the GCPD, except Jim, in general; Fish non S1 plots, and I love Fish; Barbara and others but mainly they) except baby Bruce being babey.

- My hate for the Joker is a serious problem while writing the Valeskas because I end up being to harsh on them or making them OOC awfull.

- Gotham's Riddler is my least favorite Riddler. Don't get me wrong I love all Riddlers and Gotham's is not an exception BUT there are moments when he just acts like the not-all-man, nice boy, fedora dude who will acidentaly end-up in a rigth wing forun and became radicalized if no one helps him first. And like he also has his cute or douchbag but in a Batman villan way or charming and endearing or just pure comic Riddler please look at me moments and he is the little shit all Riddlers are. But goddamit he has this misoginist moments that just irk me soo much, more than most other misogisnistic Gotham moments and how does the show deals with them? By being ableist. And them by pretend it isn't a misoginistc show. God I hate this show sometimes.

- That being said. There is one extermely positive thing about Gotham Riddle Man: his speech pattern. I love it. To his absolute refusal to curse (this man genuinally cannot say fuck), to the riddiculous okie dokie, oh dear, chop chop, holey moley and amusing variants. It's just soo Riddler of him. It makes me want to write Ed in all scenes possible just so I can use his creative dialogue. I swear I smile so much every time Ed says something like that in the show. As someone who has read an unhealthy number of Silver Age comics it just reminds so much of silver age Dick and a bit of silver age Olsen and I love it. His riddles are also great. It givs me joy trying to solve them. It also gives me masisve headaches because I'm not good making riddles specially not in english but it's a fun challenge.

- I want to punch James Gordon. Gotham's one that is. Though I woudn't mind punching most versions of Gordon (I do like the characther a lot, outside of Gotham's one it is, but the copaganda is present so u know)

- Oswald is my favorite Gotham characther. Okah, that is not a thing I didn't know before. It's just that I was talking to my cousin about my whole rewatching Gotham then making a rewrite of the show and I discovered that when I was a dumb 12yo watching it out of order I told her that Oswald was my favorite and the whole reason I watched the show and that he was the best. And I just needed to congratulate dumb 12 years old me.

- Gotham ended in 2019. I actually never finished it, I just grow up and forgot about it to the point I though I had watched the whole show when actually I stoped somewhere in season 3. Probably when Isabellah died as I realized the show wasn't going to explain her but it could be in any point of season 3 honestly. My memory just sucks enought that I will never know. Witch means that I'm in a point on my rewatch where it hasn't been a rewatch in a while is just a watch.

- The show would benefit of NOT getting inspiration from the Animated Series. It hurts my soul to say that because the Animated Series is so freaking good (with the exception of BruceBabs and the implication Harley got her job by sleeping with teachers and bosses) but most times when Gotham tries to do an animated series reference just falls flat. They would thrive in originallity but they are always so afraid of deviate from the Batman lore and it's sad.

- Rene Montoya deserved so much better it phisically hurts. Most of the woman in this show did. But I don't think annyone suffered as mucn as Rene. She appeated in few episodes, failed at her job, had an interesting connection with Barbara mentioned and after dissapeared to never come back ever. It was depressing.

#gotham tv show #batman #fanfic #list #i forgot how to tag #oswald cobblepot #riddler #ed nygma #jim gordon #rene montoya

[gayspock]

ok idk if i said yet BUT i think actually. thoughts on vitas mortis & taking the stone but moreso taking the stone<3

okay so my GENERAL impressions of e2&e3 (and extending to e1 a little bit) is there's something ... a bit unfinished with them?

i feel like in s1, a lot of the time, episodes would be SOOO packed - and i praised it for that, bc they managed to make it work. fast paced without feeling rushed/shallow.

BUT now it does feel like theyre trying to take a step back (unless these are one offs) to more focussed concepts. at least e2 and e3. WHICH I DONT MIND! it can do that- im happy for it to. buttt i havent enjoyed it thus far like

i think with e2 there just wasnt enough substance. there WAS good in there- and i liked the subversion, but ultimately i felt like it was... lacking something... i canteven speak to what. ive been trying to put my finger on it- i guess its just... the plot overall? which i dont WANT to say bc, like, i think what its trying to say is meaningful and i do think something like this could work,. but it kinda feels... too in the middley. where its like, not focussed ENOUGH on the whole. death thing. and instead a a bit too much shenanigans that make it just run weird circles around itself instead.

then with e3 .... AHHH THIS IS THE ONE THAT STESSES ME BC. IT FEEL S ABIT THE SAME BUT EVEN MORESO BC ...

GOD.... ugh not 2 be that guy but. fucking yeah man. everything in this episode really fucking hit. a lot in some sense but also it didnt at all and its the most bizarre fucking contradiction. LIKE- jesus, i loved... how chiana's sucidal ideation was fuckin handled, man. like aeryn stepping in and stopping crichton- telling him that he can't just strong arm her into stopping it, she has to choose for herself... the ppl ont he planet just being so wrapped up in it they'll never choose not to jump.... and chiana, in the end, jumping bc she wants to be brave and not bc of a deathwish

not to mention. both in this ep and last one but ESPECIALLY this one.... crichtonnnn buddy .... DUDE. again- im so fucking GLAD there's no god damn reset button on farscape, like.... im glad there's follow up and consequences to the fucking. heinous pscyhological torture. man is UNHINGED. and he's still our crichton... but he's fucking frantic as all hell and

LIKE AERYN . INTERVENING EHRE AND BEING THE LEVELHEADED ONE? is that th ebest way to put it? levelheaded implies she's senseless, usually- which she isnt but she's deffo just... more reflective now and its like

broo.... the way they r changing... for REAL

and i also loved to see more development for chiana and like i said..fucking hell and christ and god. gritting my TEETH.

but again i have... some DOUBTS aboutthis because- LIKE FOR ALL I LOVE THIS EPISODE FOR. FOR WHAT IT IS AND FOR WHAT ITS TRYING TO DO- theres something just off about the execution , for me. and maybe its my tastes. i just

I DIDNT like how it was executed even though i like the skeleton of the plot. i think it might just be in the way it all came together onscreen- it didnt... do much for me, im afraid. i dont know why . which is such a shameee bc i DO otherwise go OGHGHH about this but eek...

AND THATS A SHAME that whilst i can step back and appreciate it . i didnt feel an appreciation WATCHING it. maybe im just in a mood today . maybe thats it. shrug. idk. MAYBE. but yeah .....

WHICH AGAIN A SHAMEEE i havent been as into the beginning of s2 so far im still obsesseddd ofc but!!! hope it'll pick up 4 me soon :3

#Egg.txt #farscape liveblog

[blake-belladonna-defence-force]

It's the ✨annoying little shit✨ again

The Gremlin anon😺

I'm here with my ✨update✨

I need to tell right of the bat that

THIS AFTERNOON WAS INSANE

Literally...

So, during lunch (after my roommate almost killed Miss oh honey) we started talking about the fact that Miss oh honey is always having trouble in the building where she lives cause of her neighbors

Me and and my roommate both agree that she can stay for as much time as she wants and she ended up deciding to stay for while so she can move to another house

She insisted in helping with house bills while she stays

we tried to disuade her telling her she doesn't need to but she's adamant.

So yeah, Miss oh honey ended up staying XD

But we just remembered that there is only two rooms in this house

Mine and my roommates, and since my room is quite small (those two annoying bitches are saying that it's "my sise") and my roommates room is big enough for two people, sooo...

We all know were thid is going...

Miss oh honey insisted that we shared a room since we have been living together for a long time now and also because we don't have a problem in sleeping together we should be the ones sharing

And I-

I wanted her to win the argument-

NO! I NEED HER TO WIN THE ARGUMENT!!!

I WANT CUDDLES!!!

So I teamed up with her and said that my room is almost empty (I have only my few clothes and my childhood stuffed animal in there) and guess what?

WE WON!!!

AND NOW I PANIC BECAUSE I DIDN'T THOUGHT THIS THROUGH!!!

I'm gonna be sleeping every night with a greek goddess... send help ;-;/

I'M GONNA BE SLEEPING WITH THEM FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG!!!

HELP!!!! PANIC!!!!

After my panic and getting my stuff in the room, my roommate asks "You like stuffed animals?"

I FUCKING LOVE STUFFED ANIMALS SINCE I WAS A CHILD!!! I COLECTED AN ARMY OF THEM!!!! But... I lost them because to my former partner...

So I anwsered just that " I love stuffed animals and I literally had an army of them! I colected stuffed animals since I was a lityle kid! I had stuffed animals from amusement parks, other countries my parents took me to, gifts from old friends... But... My former partner didn't like that, and said it was childish and a loss space... So she forced me to get rid of them... And when I did, it was like losing memories from all those places, people, moments... When I lost them... Ifelt like I lost parts of my life, parts of me and who I am... And the only one I could keep was the oldest of them all and my only friend from many years of my chilhood... I wanted to buy more stuffed animals and get new memories but I still can't make myself buy one without feeling extremly guilty for being childish... But anyway, sorry you had to hear all this, it most stupid hearing me talkin about stuffed animals"

"What's your favorite animal?"

"uuuhh... Wolves, why?"

"Cause I'm gonna prove to you that it's not childish to like stuffed animals, and to fair, the way you talk about them is almost poetic"

I just- WHY DO YOU KEED GETTING ME GAYER!!!??? YOU LOVING CARING AMAZING DORK!!!!!

I couldn't anwser them- I WAS GAY SILENT!!! MY GAY HEART!!!

After I could do anything they just hugged me tight and told me "I want you to be happy, and I will buy you all the stuffed animals you want if that's what it takes"

Then they proceed to kiss my fohead and go with Miss oh honey to her apartment to take her stuff out and talk with Miss oh honeys landlord to take care of house buisness

BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GAY GOD!!! WHY DO THEY DO THIS TO MY POOR GAY HEART!!!???

WHY!!??!! PANIC!!! MY HEART IS GONNA MELT!!!!

PLS SEND HELP!!!

So... After a while I hear the door ring and I instantly get out of the sofa to help Miss oh honey and my roommate with Miss oh honeys stuff, but thing is, it wasn't them at the door step

IT WAS MY FUCKING EX!!! HOW DOES THAT BICTH KNOW MY ADRESS!!! I MOVED CITYS JUST FOR HER NOT TO FIND ME!!!!

But there she is, in my door step, looking at me with those freaky eyes...

I froze... I was near having a real panic attack...

She said something to me but I cant remember anything, I was in shock so I don't remember anything until I see My oh honey JUMPING ON HER AND HITING HER WITH A LAMP!!!

I only noticed when Miss oh honey jumped on my ex that she (my ex) had been grabing my hand so strogly that I got bruised

Shortly after, my ex grabed Miss oh honey and was chocking her but thankfully my roommate punched the crap out of my ex

My ex fainted there and my roommate called the police while I was checking Miss oh honey

Miss oh honey was okay and I only got a tiny bruise but I just-

I feel so bad about them, especially Miss oh honey... If it wasn't for my roommate she would probably be dead, along with me

The police got there and took my ex away and OH MY GOD

FUCKING HELL!!! JESUS LORD!!!

SHE FUCKING TRACKED ME DOWN TO KILL ME!!!!!

AND ALMOST KILLED MISS OH HONEY IN THE MIDDLE OF IT!!!!

After all this my roommate gave me a stuffed wolf that I didn't let go for the rest of the day!!!

IT'S SO CUTE!!! I LOVE IT!!!

But honestly I was (am still am) took shocked to gay over this like I usually do

We all stayed together and didn't even bother unpacking Miss oh honeys stuff out of tiredness

So... Yeah, my internet is being shitty today, thats why I didn't update earlier and had to erite this all over again at 00:00 (now its 1:30 am)

Hope ya'll okay and safe

Have a great day/afternoon/evening/night

(also I saw the ask about your fic and... Defence... Have you been spying on me?👀 Cause what the anon said in the ask was literally my afternoon, before all the crazy stuff)

- sleepy Gremlin anon

Jesus Christ, Gremlin anon. I’m sorry that happened to you. Sounds pretty fucking scary.

(*snort* look... I’m a weak bitch for a stuffed animal so xD)

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Ocean Eyes - Part 6

I was stood in front of my mirror looking over my outfit choice, i wanted to keep it casual but dressy enough to be out on a Friday night! I already knew Hannah would show up in some ridiculously short dress or a too low cut top showing off her assets! The black wrap top i found in my closet was just low cut enough to tease but not slutty, i found my good jeans (that always made me feel good about myself) and finished my look with my black heals.

As i checked my hair and make up i couldn't help but feel nervous. It had been so long since i had been out like this. My social life was pretty non-exsistant since becoming a mom, even when i did go out with Hannah it was days out with Mason and Lucas. I grabbed my clutch from the dresser throwing in my lipstick and eyeliner incase i needed to freshen up my makeup throughout the evening and then headed downstairs.

"Mace, you ready to go?" I asked as i walked into the living room, i was dropping him at Hannah's mom's place and meeting her there.

"Yeah..... wow mom you look so pretty" he said smiling at me.

"Thank you baby" he was such a sweet kid, he made my heart melt!

I grabbed my leather jacket and Mason's  overnight bag and we were soon heading out to the car.

When we arrived at the bar we found a table in the back and got settled. Hannah was straight up at the bar ordering shots and vodka lemonade's while i held the table and kept a look out for Scott.

Hannah came back carrying a tray full of drinks with a huge grin on her face.

"These should last us a while"

"Jesus Han, you trying to kill me? You do realise i'll probably be wasted after two drinks!" I chuckled shaking my head.

"Thats what tonight is all about, we dont have to worry about the boys.... tonight we are free to drink and get wasted"

"Not gonna lie, i actually needed this"

"You've had a stressful few days babe, you've handled it like a pro. Im proud of you"

"Thanks" i smiled before throwing back a shot of whisky "wow.... that warms the chest" i coughed a little before laughing.

My cell lit up notifying me of a message from Scott telling me he was here, i told him where to find us and seconds later he was sliding into the seat next to me.

"Wow you look amazing honey!" He looked me up and down.

"Thank you Scott, Mason told me i looked pretty before we left.... i swear my heart melted"

"Awww thats so cute"

"Lucas didn't even notice i was going out" Hannah rolled her eyes before picking up another shot "Mason is such a sweetheart.... so observant to everything around him. My Luke? Im lucky if i can get him to talk to me at all when he's watching TV"

"He gets that from his dad Han, sounds exactly like Mike"

"God i hope not, i dont want him turning out like that asshole".

Scott disappeared to the bar (he was gone for ages) when he reappeared he was carrying a tray full of drinks.... some pretty pink glittery cocktails and more shots.

"Look how pretty these are!" he said loudly looking so happy with his drink choice, Hannah and i burst out laughing at how excited he was over the glittery drinks.

Id lost count of how many drinks we'd had by now, we had taken so many photo's and had even been dancing.... Scott had climbed up onto the table at one point until he nearly fell off.

"What about him? He looks cute.... and he keeps looking over here!" Scott pointed to a man near the bar, Hannah was already chatting to some guy she had taken a liking to.

"I think he's looking at you Scotty" i laughed.

"Who are you looking at?? Are we talking about the same person??"

"The blonde guy...."

"No! Im looking at him! The tall dark and handsome guy smouldering in the corner"

"His beautiful.... and so outta my league!" I laughed before taking a sip of my drink "i need to use the ladies room, i'll be back".

Heading back to our table once id finished in the ladies room i noticed Scott wasn't alone at our table anymore, Mr tall dark and handsome was sat with him along with another guy.

"Scott! You little shit" i muttered under my breath before giving him a false smile.

"Here she is! Gentleman this is my best friend Y/N.

Y/N this is Derek and Peter"

"Hi, its nice to meet you" Mr tall dark and handsome said with the most beautiful smile "i'm Derek"

"Hey, nice to meet you too"

"I invited them to join us for some drinks, more the merrier and all that" Scott looked at me smirking.

'Ruby's' was packed out when we got there just before 11pm, Derek and Peter had decided to join us as well as Hannah's new 'friend' who we found out was called Troy. Derek and Peter had gone to get a round of drinks in while Scott and I found a table. I kept seeing Scott texting someone, he'd been at it all night.

"Okay spill, who have you been texting all night? You gotta a new guy?" I asked loudly over the music wiggling my eyebrows at him before giggling....id had far too much to drink!

"No there's no new guy" he laughed.

"So who is it?"

"Um...."

"Please tell me its not your brother Scott"

"Of course it is..... i'm sorry"

"Checking up on you?"

"Yeah you know what his like, he wanted to come out too but i told him that would be weird. He is going to be picking me up though"

"Scott!" I moaned resting my head on the table and groaning "Im too drunk to deal with your brother"

"He will just be picking me up out front, you dont have to see him" he reached over and gave my hand a squeeze.

"Okay"

"Here we go, we come baring gifts" Peter announced placing a tray on the small table.

"Thank you guys" i smiled at them both "anyone see where Hannah went?"

"I think she left with that guy" Derek said "im sure it was her i saw leaving"

"Why am i not surprised! She always did this to me"

"Did what?"

"Beg me to go out with her for a girls night and then disappear with some random guy. You'd think she'd grow out of that by now" i laughed. Checking my phone i saw a message from her confirming that she had indeed left for the night.

"I think this is my last guys, i'm seeing two of everyone"

"We should do this again sometime, its aways nice to meet new friends" Scott said to Derek and Peter.

"Its been fun" i nodded in agreement.

We all exchanged numbers and then Scott came outside with me to call an Uber. As we walked outside we spotted Chris's car parked across the street.

"He's here already"

"You can go, i'll be okay on my own"

"No way! Im not leaving you alone out here" he said being extra dramatic.

Scott's phone rang and he showed me the screen with Chris's name.

"Hey..... no everything's fine y/n is just getting an Uber. Um.... okay hold on" he looked at me "Chris said he'll take you home"

"An Ubers fine...."

"Come on let us take you. Please? For me?"

"Fine" i threw my hands up sighing "lets go".

I let Scott get in the front with chris while i sat in the back.

"You guys have fun?" He asked as he pulled out on to the road.

"It was sooo good. You missed out" Scott said drunkenly looking at his brother with a grin.

"Well i wasn't invited"

"Oh god...." i muttered to myself rolling my eyes, i was too drunk for this. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes.... maybe i could just sleep until we reached my place.

I managed to fall asleep until my cell started ringing. I fumbled around in my clutch for the phone and answered without seeing who it was.

"Hello"

"Y/N its Sue" i heard Hannah's mom's voice come through, i instantly opened my eyes on full alert.

"Sue, is everything okay.... is Mace ok?"

"He's actually not feeling well, he's been sick and has a fever. Y/N he's just crying and asking for you"

"Shit, um okay.... christ why did i drink so much"

"Hey whats wrong with Mason?" Chris asked meeting my eyes in the rear view.

"He's been sick and has a fever, he keeps asking for me"

"We can go get him, just tell me where i gotta go".

"Sue we'll be there in 10 minutes" i told her after i gave Chris the address "okay, see you soon" i ended the call and let my head fall back against the headrest "fuck! How the hell am i supposed to look after Mason like this"

"I can help out, i dont mind" Chris spoke up "if you need me to stay and help with Mason....."

"Thats actually not an awful idea.... at least until i've sobered up a bit. God, this is why i dont go out getting wasted!"

"You couldn't have known he'd get sick"

"But i should've been there for him...." i was suddenly feeling guilty for not being there for my baby boy.

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#chris evans #captain america #steve rogers #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x reader #reader insert #ocean eyes

[tfw-no-tennis]

ani....morphs.....

ok so picking up after the david trilogy, which hit hard as FUCK, we have book 23, which basically was a semi truck that ran over my corpse, jesus christ, they really followed up the david trilogy w/all that....

23 was so so good and also painful. its the culmination of a lot of tobias’s characterization in the series thus far and also we finally get the reveal we’ve been waiting for about elfangor....ooooh man 

and there was a lot of painful stuff in this book but the worst imo was tobias wondering if it were possible that somebody wanted him and would take care of him, only to have it all come crashing down in the worst way when it turned out aria was visser three in morph, ouch. 

that was so brutal augh. and when he figured it out and just crash landed and kept thinking about how he wanted to die and how he was stupid to think he could have a home...bro get these kids some THERAPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

so yeah that book was absolutely brutal but also so good...and it further fleshed out the animorphs working as a near-flawless team, w/the whole setup of tobias meeting w/the lawyer being so airtight and well-planned 

also more free hork bajir!! its cool that there's stuff happening w/them offscreen, I like that 

I literally had to take a break from reading the books bc the david triology + 23 was like so much, and also bc the olympics were on and all my time got dedicated to watching those, but then I opened 24, not sure what to expect, and BAM it was the helmacrons lmaoooo

I don't even remember the helmacrons but ig a lot of people hate them? lmao so that whole reputation preceded the book and I was like oh wow time for a change in tone

which wasn't wrong but also I liked that book?? I was never bored, even tho the whole thing was patently ridiculous and also had very little bearing on the overarching story

but I think it would be a standout if it were a TV episode w/a good budget - the visuals were amazing even in text, and I can imagine all the cool shrinking/growing/cellular stuff would be WICKED cool visually (ideally 2d animation but an ant man-esque live action adaptation wouldn't be terrible if they had the budget for it)

whatever let me dream. so yeah I didn't hate the helmacron book even tho the helmacrons themselves were...sure something. lmao I think they come back? that should be interesting

next book is the arctic one, we have yet another alien of the week style adventure - I liked this one too, it felt like more plot-y stuff happened since they destroyed the base, and marco’s POV is always fun 

I do find it funny/interesting how sometimes when the animorphs do something - like in this book, destroying that base in the arctic - it doesn't really seem to impact the yeerks much/it doesn't get brought up much after that. and then other things like them destroying the ground-based kandrona get mentioned a lot (that example is understandable tho bc that WAS a big deal). its just hilarious to me how blowing up entire building complexes has become so routine that it isn’t even worth mentioning at this point

Also I adore when they meet other random people/kids and are chill w/them, like w/that kid they met in the rain forest earlier on w/the time travel 

the descriptions of the brutally cold weather were great. I hate the cold so I was like oof this is a nightmare lmao

also ig that was the first ghostwritten book and I did kinda notice it was slightly different than usual? maybe? I could be imagining it tho 

okay but book 26 tho...BOOK 26. bruh 

that was SO good and I really didn’t know what to expect - but when we finally revisited Jake’s dream w/crayak I knew it was gonna be good (but I didn’t expect it to be a chess game war epic..!)

basically I loved it. SUCH a good Jake book - I really appreciate his character now as opposed to when I was 10 and often overlooked him (sorry jake).

similarly, when I was a kid and read these I sympathized a lot w/the chee and felt bad for them towards the end of the series when they had to get more involved in the war (genuinely don’t remember what they even do but ik I felt bad) 

but now I've basically 180′d and I'm like damn those chee sure are hypocrites huh. 

like they could solve So many of the animorphs problems but their stringent adherence to nonviolence leads to them actively getting in the animorphs way sometimes? and obviously pacifism is a complicated topic, but in this case it also intersect w/the whole ‘child soldier’ thing, and as beings who are insanely old and wise, the chee probably shouldn't just leave all the dirty work to a bunch of literal middle schoolers

aaaaanyways. there’s so much I love about this book. the iskoort! they were sure something. and the ‘plot twist’ that they are actually 2 beings, the Isk and the Yoort - and the Yoort are essentially Yeerks - that slapped. the symbiosis of it all! 

I loved the part where they all realize what this means, that this is why Crayak wants the iskoort destoryed - because someday the yeerks might come across them and realize parasitism is not the only way. I love it! 

alas I don’t recall the iskoort returning in the story (but also my memory is terrible so who knows?) but still that would be cool

basically I feel like this is the book where Jake Truly comes into his own as a leader, in every sense. he outmaneuvers Crayak, and even the ellimist, who’s yanking them around in his own way

the scene where jake shoves the howler off the cliff and jumps off and morphs and acquires the howler...that was fantastic and tense. 

also the murder is definitely becoming more overt. I mean, it has been for a while, but it isn’t really pointed out as much anymore. oof

more on the chee - as Jake points out in this book, and other characters point out in other books - the chee could have saved the pemalites, but instead just stood by while their creators were slaughtered. on the other hand, jake says, what do the chee do AFTER they’ve killed the howlers - where to point them next? when is the end of their violence? 

buuuuut also standing by while atrocities occur is pretty damning, as is frequently mentioned in this series - from the very beginning, when marco initially doesn’t want to get involved in the war at all, and the other animorphs basically tell him that turning his back on the war and acting like he doesn’t even know it’s happening would be immoral and cowardly (which imo this reaction helps to push marco in the direction he ends up going, but I digress) - this topic comes up again in 19 when cassie quits the team and rachel is upset bc she sees it as cassie elevating her own feelings above the greater good (as in, as long as cassie feels good about how she acts, it doesn’t matter how much preventable evil the yeerks are committing while she turns away). etc etc. but that’s essentially what’s happening w/the chee - even tho they help w/intel, the lack of any sort of Action on their part means that they’re essentially allowing awful things to happen when they could prevent them. this is rambly but basically...animorphs deals so much in grey areas, and the chee are noticeably black and white in their actions, despite falling, in a meta sense, in an extremely grey area. its such good, thought provoking writing!

anywayssss I keep talking about the chee lmao what else was there. oh YEAH jake and cassie kissed for the first time awww that was super cute 

and ofc immediately marco teases them as asks jake if he’s gonna kiss him next, and all I can say is...marco is a bicon 

also I love the background worldbuilding w/the iskoort, how they have all these groups and guilds and stuff - its not dwelled on much, which actually works really well to give the world/species a sense of lived-in realness 

okay oh man and the reveal at the end that the howlers were just like...children who thought the whole thing was a game...AUGHH man that’s sooo fucked 

like, when jake morphs the howler and has rachel ready to knock him down in grizzly morph if he gets out of control due to the howler’s murderous instincts, and he morphs to find that the howler is...playful, like a dolphin morph. SUCH a good fucked up sense of dawning horror there 

and the fact that as far as I can tell the chee KNEW this, but wanted revenge anyways, so they let the animorphs assume that the howlers were Evil On Purpose

also I love smaller moments, like jake seeing that ax is ashamed for briefly running away during one battle w/the howlers, and then entrusts him w/an important task bc he knows that ax will see that as redemption - and when everyone thought jake was dead and were so happy when he wasn't (they all love each other so much im gonna cry about these child soldiers augh)

basically that book was so good

man one thing I absolutely love is that the longer the series goes on the more obvious it is that andalites, despite inventing morphing technology, barely use it themselves 

like, most of the andalite characters we see barely morph. its kind of a last resort to them, as they’re already plenty dangerous in their regular forms 

meanwhile for the animorphs, that’s all they have to fight with. that’s their only weapons against the yeerks, and its so fun to see them use the power in so many varied ways, and so creatively, while the andalites have barely scratched the surface of their own technology

its also interesting to contrast against the yeerks who start out w/absolutely no technology, and the andalites share some but not all of their technology w/them...its too bad that morphing technology was just starting out cause that would’ve been interesting

like imo a lot of the conflict w/the yeerks could’ve been avoided if they could just nothlit into better forms - of course, there’d still be plenty of yeerks who want to go start wars or w/e, just like pretty much any species in the series, but a lot of yeerks would probably be like ‘yeah I'm good’ and just chill out as nothlits

also people online love to talk about how humans are alienfuckers and would definitely have sex w/sentient aliens and whatnot, and while I'm not saying that's untrue, its just funny bc in animorphs the truest alienfuckers are definitely the andalites

as of the hork-bajir chronicles, we now have a second instance of an andalite morphing another species to be in an inter-species alien romance (and eventually have kids) 

speaking of, I don’t think I’ve talked abt the hork bajir chronicles yet??? even tho I read it a while ago lmao 

HBC was great...I honestly haven’t really run into an animorphs book I’ve actually disliked at this point, I’m sure it’ll come w/all the ghostwriting and whatnot, but I’ve liked at least some aspects of every book

anyways HBC was great, and it’s funny bc I remember that I read this book as a kid, and yet rereading it now I didn’t remember a single bit of it lmaooo

I really liked the framing device of the free hork bajir telling this story to tobias. I also liked how we know from the beginning that this story wont have a happy ending - we know all the hork bajir end up enslaved by the yeerks, but it’s still somehow hopeful at the end? I think this is largely due to the framing device tbh. 

also I love toby, and I love that the First free hork bajir named their kid after tobias ;_; 

and oooh mannn I LOVED the different POVs from this book. all the characters were so interesting! aldrea was fascinating - I really like the increasingly negative view of the andalites that the readers are getting, all while maintaining the sense that they aren’t like, actively evil, just that they have their issues - like aldrea’s arrogance, and the general andalite arrogance which lead to the loss of the hork bajir. also, who knew andalites had their own brand of sexism? Ls

I did like getting a female andalite tho, that was cool. and dak was really cool, he was such a good, compassionate character who was able to maintain his morals in an interesting way throughout the story

and VISSER THREE...or should I say esplin 9466, because he’s not visser 3 yet...getting his ‘origin story’ was excellent - I really like how we’re learning about visser 3 backwards - we start off the series w/him as the main villain, and he’s campy and menacing, and then we see him in the andalite chronicles as a power-hungry sub-visser trying to climb the ranks and eventually getting alloran as a host, and then back even further here, w/the start of his focus on the andalites and the beginning of his ambition. its been very cool and interesting to see

plus, the beginning of the yeerks as we know them! seerow! alloran! it’s a party and nobody is having a good time, except for some of the yeerks. 

I like how it’s pretty obvious that the andalites are well-meaning with their interactions w/the yeerks, but go about it the wrong way - they give them enough technology that the yeerks realize there’s a whole world out there to experience, and then they blockade the yeerks on their planet and tell them they can’t leave. nnnnot the best approach imo

again, as I said above, I’m interested in how things could’ve gone if the andalites had given the yeerks morphing technology early on - could a lot of the conflict have been avoided, or would it have been worse? the yeerks seem pretty evil in this book, immediately jumping to enslave anyone they can. otoh we hear from esplin that not all yeerks like having host bodies, and find it overwhelming, preferring to swim around in the yeerk pool as a slug - I assume as host bodies became more available this type of thinking was probably stamped out in yeerk society or w/e, but there are a lot of interesting what-ifs in the situation 

I loved the scene where esplin first experiences having a host, and immediately knows he can’t go back. there are a bunch of great sensory descriptions, and it’s a nice scene to pinpoint as a foundational moment for the visser three in the current story, who spent a lot of time and energy getting what he sees as the best possible host body, an andalite

I find it interesting how much visser three clearly respects the andalites, even while constantly deriding them. and you can see the origins of that here as he immediately focuses in on the andalites, working to become an expert on them in order to make himself useful enough to move thru the ranks

another thing I like is how esplin seems a lot more crafty and ambitious than the visser three from modern times - I would guess that reaching his goal (andalite host body) and being given all that power was detrimental, playing on his weaknesses instead of his strengths. basically, I don’t think it’s ooc or anything, I can see how HBC-esplin became animorphs-esplin, especially w/TAC in between

as for seerow...poor dude. you really do have to feel for him, because you get the sense he really did just want to be kind to the yeerks, but it was borne from a place of pity, and he (and the other andalites) consistently held too much power over the yeerks for the species relations to ever be truly equal and functional 

AUGH I have so many thoughts about alien space politics. omg. I need to talk about the actual story lmao

so yeah I also feel for aldrea, she had a rough time, watching her entire family die and being thrown into a hopeless war

and then the andalite council or w/e not listening to her bc she's a girl AND seerow’s daughter...oof

also, I really really liked the running theme of the andalites - specifically aldrea - looking down on the hork bajir as ‘simple’ and constantly underestimating them, especially dak

and I like how this is portrayed as a bad attitude for aldrea to have, and she still remains and interesting and sympathetic character even while having obvious flaws. it’s about being 3-dimensional baby!

and oh man I love that dak realizes that aldrea looks down on him, and his entire species, but he can see that that’s how the andalites are, and it all connects back to the beginning of the story w/the yeerks, bc the andalites looked down on the yeerks and treated them with pity and kept them pinned under their proverbial thumb ‘for their own good’ and look how that turned out 

but dak is wise and kind enough to not hate aldrea for this, even acknowledging when she’s using him, but not pushing her away because he recognizes good in her too - and she ends up changing, partially because of his faith in her

and I feel like it can all be compared to that scenario of like - a hypothetical creature that lives in a 2D world suddenly being thrust into a 3D world, and comprehending what its seeing, and understanding that there’s so much more out there outside of the flat lines of its world - and then its dropped back into 2D-land with the knowledge of all the stuff its missing out on, and no way to get back to it or explain it to anybody else

I loooove that ‘trope’ or w/e you wanna call it, and it’s done beautifully here w/the yeerks - whos the say they wouldn't have been fine in their pool swimming around; as esplin said, a lot of the yeerks were terrified of having a host, it was only from the andalites’ perspective that their lives were sad and pitiful, and the andalites showed them what the world could be like, and then said ‘no, you can’t travel the stars like we do, you have to stay here on your planet and do what we say.’

and then again, w/the hork bajir - dak talks about how, even though he drinks up the knowledge that aldrea gives him, in the end it might have been better to just have lived peacefully, not knowing what was in the sky or the Deep - as aldrea says: “It was too late for Dak: he knew that the stars were not flowers.” 

plus the hork bajir having to go from a completely peaceful species who don’t even understand the concept of violence, to a bunch of soldiers fighting a war...oof 

basically everyone in this story uses the hork bajir. the yeerks use them as hosts, the andalites use their planet as a convenient place to dump seerow and then take their sweet time coming to help, and the arn created them as means to stabilize the planet, but block them off from their society and refuse to help when the yeerks come

like, the arn modifying themselves to be un-infestable by the yeerks and then being enslaved for physical labor instead? oof guys. if they had teamed up w/the hork bajir resistance things might have gone better, but probably not 

more on aldrea - throughout the story I was always thinking ‘how am I supposed to see her? as a good person, or as a bad person?’ 

as a POV character, especially a ‘good guy’ andalite, you just start off automatically thinking of her as a good person, but as the story goes on, she starts getting lost in revenge and begins using dak and the hork bajir, and you’re left wondering if this is a story about her slide into darkness, and then towards the end of the story her character development culminates in her making the decision to stay w/the hork bajir, and the be with dak, and that’s about when I went ‘ohhh right this is animorphs so every character is pretty much gonna be grey’

I feel like that moral grey-ness was on full display w/aldrea, and I really enjoyed that. I love so much when characters who are good do bad things, for good or bad reasons, especially in media like animorphs that’s aimed at kids. it’s so compelling. 

oof, and the ending when aldrea convinces dak to mobilize the hork bajir and teach them violence...and dak asks her if she’s ever killed another andalite, and she’s horrified, and says of course she hasn’t, and he says that that’s what she’s asking him, and all the hork bajir, to do - to kill their own people, even if they are being controlled by the yeerks. biiiig oof. I love that dak can keep up w/aldrea and her andalite supremacy attitude - it seems that the non-andalite characters who get along best w/the andalites are the ones who wont take their bs 

what else happened....oh my god how could I forget about alloran, and his quantum virus. oooof. I like how we find out about alloran in parallel to visser three, in the same backwards way - in animorphs he’s the tragic host of visser three, in TAC he’s the disgraced but still semi-respected war-prince who becomes the first ever andalite controller, and here he’s the guy who decides to commit some war crimes because, hey, we haven’t tried that yet 

but yeah that was fucked up, I love it. I’ve said it before I think but I like that alloran isn’t some perfect martyr tragically taken by the yeerks - it’s a lot more compelling that he’s a very flawed person who was taken as a controller partially due to his own bloodthirstiness. 

but yeah, the part where aldrea morphs alloran and ‘sneaks’ into that room was great. aldrea’s dedication to disposing of the virus is a great indicator of her character development - it really feels like the straw that broke the camels back w/re: to the andalites not being what she thought they were, w/their tardiness coming to help the hork bajir planet and the way her father was treated being the precursors to this realization. it all culminates nicely in aldrea saying ‘fuck this actually’ and nothlit-ing into a hork bajir.

and it’s really tragic but realistic that even though aldrea and dak end up seeing eye to eye at the end and getting together, the virus ends up being released anyways (and fails in its objective to stop the yeerks from using the hork bajir - the whole thing was p much a lose-lose situation oof), and aldrea and dak still die fighting a hopeless war 

but then we have the free hork bajir on earth, including toby, who, like tobias, has andalite ancestry, but no DNA to show for it - I like that they have that connection as well as tobias being her namesake

so yeah I enjoyed that one and its many-layered themes

WOW this got long uuuuuhhh ok I think i’ll leave this one off here. at the time I’m actually finishing the writing and editing, I’m on book 35 lol so I have some backlogging to do. never fear, I have a lot to say....

#lj reads animorphs #animorphs

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Season 3 episode 5 commentary with my sister:

Remember when I said I knew what was going to happen? LOL to me and my emotions

No, dude go visit your mom!

You and Zoe both need better excuses than “I’m sick”

Sidenote...I am really loving this new location

No Jens, everything is not chill thanks for asking though

Robbe you don’t need weed! You need to talk

No one cares about the broerrrs right now

Noor and him fighting are the least of his problems

Thanks for finally being interested in his life Jens

I mean yeah she wants to have sex, but not really on his list of problems 

Sex is overrated? Is that because you have toothpaste? 

Please stop talking about this with him

Jens’ advice in a nutshell: Have sex, don’t have sex, its “eh”, but c’est la vie 

Incorrect, Jens. She likes him and he likes Sander. Thanks for playing though.

Fucking hell….you’re telling the wrong person you miss them! I don’t have time for this Robbe

Yeah thanks for your shitty advice, but I’m glad you’re being a friend

Oh no no no no!! I don’t like the looks of this at all

Also, what happened to firefighter Robbe from the vlogs? All these candles are a fire hazard

Actually this whole fucking situation is a hazard

Robbe stop! Abort!

*face palms*

I want to feel bad for her but I’m too focused on feeling bad for him

That is not the face of a guy who is enjoying this (robbe takes off her bra)

Wait...did it happen or not?

His face is making me feels level of sad I didn’t know existed

Thank fucking christ that didn’t happen

Oh she is so sweet, I feel bad for her

There will be no next time

Pause it! I know I joke a lot but the fact that he even felt the need to try this is making me so fucking sad…like he tries so hard to be who he isn’t and i hate that for him. And whoever this actor is, is playing the hell out of this character. Bravo my dude….okay play *sighs*

Sweet lord we are only 7 minutes in??

Milan, I know there are weird ass windows on the door but feel free to knock

Read the room, Milan! He is in turmoil, we don’t have time for your shirts!

Yes! Talk to him..thank you!

Hahahhaha Milan you might need more than 15 minutes

You can do it, Robbe. You need to get this out

Repeat after me..”I think I’m gay”  you can do it!

Robbe, my love, that kiss suggests that you are in fact into him

Milan is me, I am Milan, we are one

Why must people always mention Noor when he is trying to open up, can we just focus on Robbe?

Milan, give me your number I am looking for a therapist

This is everything Robbe needed to hear

You are normal! You’re just a little confused and sad right now

Scratch that, you aren’t just normal you are fucking phenomenal 

When Milan speaks, we all listen

*whispers* this scene is so good

Milan for President! Our president is garbage so the job is all yours

He IS looking better! Thanks for noticing, Jens. Look at you with your 20/20 vision

LOOOOL matchmaker? I hope no one is paying you because you suck at it

HE IS GOING TO TELL HIM! YESSSSS

Hey now ,“shitty” is a bit of an exaggeration

he’s going to do it!

NOOOOO don’t say “her”!!

His face..

Oh wtf!! He was trying to talk...AGAIN! Ughhhh

Robbe needs some sunscreen

Noor is back...cool?

Hopefully you ain’t gonna be “with him” much longer

This is an odd song choice for this atmosphere

Robbe out here making confetti while having an existential crisis and Noor is ordering soup 

You looked it up? Did it happen to say “possibly gay” under the list of causes?

Time for yourself? So no Sander?

Yeah this is definitely an odd song choice

Sorry, Noor...you’re sweet but he’s gotta go

Robbe pick up your damn trash!

She will in fact NOT be enjoying that (the soup😂)

I respect him for actually ending it

Wait where are we?

He doesn’t know his own school?

AHHH! Sander!

Omg I’m fucking dumb..it’s Sander’s school...I hate me

Me and Robbe have the same smile when we see Sander

Okay now is not the time for a bathroom break Robbe

Don’t worry about your hair, you look great as always

If looks could kill..

Okay I’m rooting for you Robbe, but I don’t blame him, you fucked up

Cool...that was fun...love seeing Robbe unhappy...my fave

*gasps* he’s back!!

5 minutes? Okay you got this

He’s got a point…

Don’t we all? Get in line (Says he loves him)

You damn right you fucked up

The kiss was mind blowing for everyone, trust me

Is that a small smile I see??

Yes, one more chance, I’m down with that

Ah!! Yeah fuck it (chernobyl)

Oh sweet baby Jesus thank god!!

This whole scene is just amazing, Robbe doing this out in the open? Love that for him

Robbe ain’t letting him go nowhere

No...forget the phon--- oh hell no! Not her!

She fucking better be in the past

Yes, future! Eternity, all of it

No don’t go, stay!

The smiles! My smile! Everyone gets a smile!

Pause it! I have never seen someone so relieved and happy. I feel like he is really starting to figure himself out, you know? I just love that that scene wasn’t over the top, it was simple but amazing. Are you listening to me? (yes) I have so many thoughts right now, please hold *rewatches the scene* okay you can proceed…

Chernobyl? Is this going to become their thing instead of universes? I’m down with that

HAPPY ROBBE FOR 2 SCENES!

Secrets, secrets are no fun..unless they are Robbe’s, then back off

Sooo whatcha get?? (Zoe’s letter)

Oh no, nvm don’t wanna know anymore...make it go away

The preppy psycho is back...fucking hell

AHHH! Sander is back!

The difference between him kissing Sander and him kissing Noor is like night and day

Y’all are fucking adorable

He drew that?? Remember when I liked Even’s drawings?...Sander said nah bitch here you go

I have a wall in my room if you want to paint it there, I’m down

Feeding Robbe? Sure. Feeding Britt? He said SIKE!

Romeo and Juliet..okay I see you wtfock

PAUSE! Omgggggg was he the photographer in like the first episode??? Well fuck me, I’m still dumb.*presses play*

I know I said I wanted happy Robbe, but I feel so overwhelmed right now

His voice is so soothing

Ooop okay so they are still doing the universe thing

Robbe can’t stop touching his hair and honestly...same

You Marvel loving gays

If my bf ever said this shit to me I’d smack him, but coming from them...I love every second of it

Great, sad Sander...why can’t we have nice things

Why are they so fucking great together??

Robbe, I love this new you (straddles Sander)

We ALL fell for you, Robbe

You’re damn right he is the one...lucky bastard

He WAS there!!! I love how I connect shit like 4 episodes later

Robbe initiating every kiss makes me so happy

Forget the text! 

Did he just kiss his shoulder?

SON OF A BITCH! Can this girl go away? jfc

Jealousy level 100

Kinda sus…

He loves jealous Robbe

My dude we are ALL happy you’re in this dimension, lets send Britt to a different one shall we?

Pause it! *rewinds to watch scene again*

He disappeared into the night…

How’d he know he was awake? He got a nanny-cam in that room?

You smooth little bitch Sander

He didn’t deny the bf comment, I’m so proud

Remember when I said I was proud of you? I take that back right now..

I hate it. Stop talking Robbe.

I stand by my statement: Milan for President

Cool….that was great….I’ve always wanted an upset Milan….

Robbe just got knocked down about 5 pegs and he deserved it

Senne..not the time my friend

Wait what?? Are they on a date??

Y’all are dorks..i fucking love it

There is so much to focus on right now..

If anyone wants to know what love looks like, I got a scene to show you

Okay Sander I see you...

*singing selena gomez song* can’t keep my hands to myself...I want you all to myself*

Seeing Robbe like this after the previous scene makes me torn 

Robbe like needs to be attached to Sander huh?

This is the best scene ever and I’m aware I’ve said that for about 100 other scenes

Robbe you’re adorable and confident, i love it

OH FUCK YOU!! Why do they do this to me?!

Buy me a ticket to Belgium, I gotta have a chat with some dickheads

Forget the bikes! Just leave!

WHY?! I can’t watch…

Is it over?

*big sigh* I honestly have no words…

This is going to have one of them pull away from the other isn’t it? Don’t answer that..I know it will...

I would just like to state that Robbe the king of internalized homophobia just made out with his boyfriend out in the open for everyone to see not once but twice

...I’ll be ready to process in like 15 minutes, I’m going to get more comfort food...

#wtfock #kennedy watches wtfock

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*SPOILERS* Thoughts I had while watching TGD 3x18 “Heartbreak” aka MY SHIP IS FUCKING SAILING HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD I CANNT BREATHE LIKE IM STILL FREAKING OUT AND DYING HERE THIS POST IS GONNA BE SO LONG OKAY IM SORRY NOT SORRY

Y’all I AM REAAAADy FOR TONIGHT and not that anybody cares probably but I am really sorry about not catching up on my motifs that clearly didn’t happen but just that depression has been getting to me and I’m definitely gonna go thru them because after tonight I’m just so pumped and excited and still can’t breathe and love and appreciate all yours guys constant support and I’m just v emotional rn okay I want to cry from happiness after tonight’s episode ending also plz forgive me 😩😩

-yessss the shaire friendship I have been needing all fucking season ITS. ABOUT. TIME.

-I am in love with dr. Claire Browne okay 😭😭 she’s too pure and I love her with all my heart

-melendaire looking like the power couple of the century every time they’re standing next to each other and I’m HERE FOR IT 👏🏼👏🏼

-ooof shaun is triggered by ilys being shared

-aww Morgan’s arthritis is getting worse ://

-and Morgan referring to Claire and shaun as their last names really??? Haven’t we progressed further then that

-also Glassy is pissing me off like shaun can have friends who want to help him out he doesn’t need to do everything on his own fuck off with this narrative

-Morgan is breaking my heart here I wonder if she will go to a different field of medicine

-Claire don’t be swayed by this cheater lmaoo why you gonna listen to his dumbass

-damn Claire calling shaun out and shaun doing the same to Claire

-wow I am loving all this talk about dating with melendaire around SUBTEXT AM I RIGHT SEASON 5 ENDGAME WE ARE COMIIIING

-sometimes I feel like I miss things tho typing all this while watching it live 😂 oh well I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-damn call him out Claire for interrupting you MY QUEEN everyone needs to bow before her tbh

-OH SHIT SHAUN CALLED MELENDEZ OUT FOR BEING “nice” TO CLAIRE 👀👀👀 but got called a jerk in reply lmaooo the ogs are being so chaotic this ep I love it

-the melendaire look exchanged after that tho POETIC CINEMA

-also yeah shaun friendship is a two way street support should be going both ways

-daaaamn Melendez getting jealous about dash OH HOLY SHIT I CANNOT CLAIRE SHARING EVERYTHING TO MELENDEZ AND MELENDEZ GETTING JEALOUS AND IS TRYING TO BE LIKE WTF I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU DIDNT LIKE ROMANTICS??? Questioning dash and their relationship but in a nice way okay before y’all haters come for my ship GOD BLESS 🙌🏼🙌🏼

-like I feel like the both know and aren’t saying anything but that they do have feelings for each other like there was so much left unsaid with this interaction

-and Melendez telling Claire if it’s the right guys don’t wait for the right time is this foreshadowing?!?! And Claire making a move on melendez even tho he’s still her boss???!!!!? AHHH IM SO FREAKIN EXCITED 😭😭

-WOW MELENDAIRE SCENES PRACTICALLY BACK TO BACK IM DEAAAAD even if it was just about work the 2nd time around lmao

-Claire looks so great I love seeing her in something other then work clothes

-oh my god noooo CLAIRE AND DASH KISSED 😭😭

-omg melendez was inspired and got his idea from Claire’s!!!! He’s so in love with her and they make each other better!!! She amazes him EVERY DAY

-woooow shaun is really projecting and being a little shit no wonder Melendez threatens him with no longer being his resident the way he said the shit in front of the patient “it’s one thing to be rude to your colleagues but your patients hell no”

-y’all we’re only 30 minutes in and already sooo much content ooof I’m almost on melendaire overload 😂 like my heart can’t handle it

-Melendez trying to give advice to shaun love it and boo your heart healed because of Claire just ADMIT IT

-HE ALSO JUST SAID HES MOVED ON FROM HIS TWO HEARTBREAKS GOD BLESS L*MLENDEZ IS FINISSSSSHED 🙌🏼🙌🏼

-Morgan looks likes she’s about to quit after lims speech

-Lmaooo that guys car just got REKT

-Noooo Morgan my bby she just dropped her bombshell about ra and is quitting 😩

-awww lim giving Morgan her “last chance” to shine and do surgery and stuff a 3rd year wouldn’t typically do my babies

-I’m sick of shaun being surprised about Claire having good ideas I know he’s been undermining everyone this ep but I will not allow any asshole behavior from anyone to my bby!!!

-Melendez just put his HEART OUT THERE and Claire looked shooook MELENDEZ LITERALLY TOLD HER SHE INSPIRES HIM AND MAKES HIM A BETTER DOCTOR AND PERSON WITH HER AROUND and remind hims of why he became a doctor 😭😭

-Morgan is officially doing the surgery to “fix” her hands

-shaun getting back out there WE LOVE TO SEE IT

-CLAIRE LOOKS SO UNSURE ABOUT DASH LIKE BREAK IT OFF FINALLY PLEAAAASE y’know you really love Melendez

-is she gonna go see her boo her Neil Melendez

-god damn it @jillrox202 was right 😂 shaun is about to smash lea’s car what the fuck or at least wanted too

-wow okay shaun went off and went waaaay to far

-wow wow Claire went to her therapist is she gonna admit the feelings she has about her boss?!!?

-HOLY FUCKING SHIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT CLAIRE JUST ADMITTED SHE IS IN LOVE WITH HER BOSS I CANT BREATH I CANNOT BREATHE OH MY GOD WHAT IVE BEEN WAITING FOOOOR ALL SEASON SINCE SEASON 1 EVEN HOLY SHIT

-IS CLAIRE GONNA TELL MELENDEZ THO AS HES TRAPPED IN THE EARTHQUAKE WOW HOLY SHIT THAT WOULD BE POETIC CINEMA I CANT IM STILL IM SHOCK THE GROUP CHAT IS STILL IN SHOCK

-like I have dreamt and hoped for this and waited for this day to fucking come and now that it has I can hardly believe it 😭😭😭

-y’all we have waited for this for so long and it doesn’t feel real!!!!!

-okay I cant like oh my god the excitement I feel I cant deal I really can’t

-CLAIRE BEING IN LOVE WITH MELENDEZ IS FUCKING CANON JESUS CHRIST

-y’all I’m gonna cry now that I’m finally processing it wow just fucking wow

-I just want to keep typing to show my disbelief but this post is already long enough and just think of hopeless we were in in season 2B and look where we are now!!!!

SEASON 5 ENDGAME IS A FUCKING GOOOO

#the good doctor #claire browne #neil melendez #tgd #melendaire #shaun murphy #audrey lim #lea dilallo #morgan reznick #alex park

[the-final-sif]

Sooo any opinions on the last couple of chapters? It's only getting more sad.

I do have opinions on the lastest chapters (manga spoilers below)!

Namely, holy shit Katsuki is about to have a bad fucking time and I’m scared and excited.

At this point, I am 99% sure that this arc is going to have a Nomu!Best Jeanist. The author went out of their way to show us that the LOV has Jeanist’s body right before they introduced the idea that the LOV can make high functioning human-like nomus from people’s dead bodies, and they have done so in the past to people that our protags are emotional attached to. Not only that, but parts of those people live on within the nomu on some level.

Add that to the fact that the author then went on to show us just how much Katsuki actually cared about Jeanist, introducing an unfulfilled promise by the means of Katsuki’s hero name? Jeanist, who it’s worth mentioning lost a lung helping to recuse Katsuki from the LOV? Something that Katsuki would know about, and could very well blame himself for?

Yeah, the author is really gearing up to just fucking wreck Katsuki emotionally in this upcoming arc, and I’m both excited for it as a hurt/comfort author, but I’m also scared that this shit is going to all go down but Katsuki still won’t get the emotional help + support that he needs to deal with it. The adults in BNHA tend to kinda leave the kids to deal with emotional shit on their own, but Katsuki is the one they’ve done it to the extreme with, to the point that they called it out in canon as their fuck up. 

I want Katsuki to get emotionally wrecked in this arc, but Jesus fucking christ once he’s been put through the ringer I want to see him get helped. I want a damn adult to hug him, tell him it’s going to be alright and he doesn’t need to hold himself to insane standards, tell him it’s okay to cry and feel and be not okay.

I want to see Katsuki destroyed in this arc, but even more than that I want to see him heal afterwards.

Ideally also Jeanist gets a happy ending here, and I’m kinda hopeful he might if Eri figures out her quirk, but really all I want is some canonically hurt/comfort for Katsuki, and I mean I want the damn comfort part of things too this time.

#katsuki bakugou #best jeanist #tsunagu hakamata #bnha theories #bnha #mha #sif speaks #sif answers #my headcanons #Anonymous

[my-darling-has-forgotten-me]

Oof... I'd feel for anyone in that situation. Thanks for the ask, and thank you for the compliment! I appreciate the support ❤️

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I got inspiration for this off 'Say I Love You'

"Kou! I heard your new song! It's so good!"

"Aw really?! Thanks for the support!"

"Yeah! We heard it too! You're as awesome as always!", Gushed a group of his fangirls.

"Oh! Y/N, you can go on ahea-"

But as always, I going to class before him. Automatically walking ahead of him. It's like this everyday, he gets crowded and I'm told to go. It's so annoying....

I walk ahead and saw Ruki, he looked at me and approached me. "Where's Kou? You've been going to class on your own a lot lately", he asked as stern as ever. "He's... Busy", I said, looking behind me seeing Kou laughing and smiling at his little harem.

"So it's like that? I don't like his neglect to you much either but I suppose it's his duty as an idol to entertain his fans", deadpanned Ruki, looking at the scene also. "N-no... I find his actions reasonable, besides it's not like I'm jealous or anything..."

Ruki softened his normally stoic face. "Would you like me to talk to him later? He's your Adam, he shouldn't treat you like this", he said

"No need...", I muttered and walked away. I heard fangirls muttering and whispering about me.

"Ugh... Look at that stuck-up bitch..."

"I know, she's such a whore"

I'm not...

"She only talks to Kou whenever she wants something... She's a slutty gold digger"

Stop it...

"She completely neglects him at school, seriously I bet she forces him to sleep with her"

I don't...

"Kou could do way better than Y/N..."

I know...

I put my earphones and I keep walking to class, once I get there, I see more fangirls. Stupid bitches...

I pull out my phone and I feel a pull on my right ear.

"Hey Masokitty! Wassup?", He said cheerfully. I say nothing, I feel Kou's fangirls glaring daggers at me. "Ehhh? You changed your screensaver?! Whhhyyyy? We looked so cute together in that photo!" He whined.

"So? Am I not allowed to change my background photo? And must you be so... Over the top?", I deadpanned, I only get into trouble when Kou gives me attention in public.

"Take it easy, I was just asking... Anyway, what're you listening to?", Kou said placing the earphone into his ear.

"Hey!"

"Huh...? Everybody Wants To Rule The World again?", He asked.

"Loser...", One of the girls uttered.

"You seem off today? You doin alright?", He asked in a worried voice.

"Nothing, I just didn't get much sleep last night!"

"Maybe because I didn't let you sleep last night?~ I'm sorry! You know how I get when I'm needy~", he said putting his arm around my waist.

Jesus Christ! No need to bring it up infront if people you dumbass! I felt more glares of horror and burning hatred being stabbed into me.

"Y/N, you listen to a song on loop when you're upset, are you sure it's okay?"

"Geez, I'm on my period okay!", I hissed... God, why can't he just leave me alone in school?

"it actually ended last-"

"Can you shut the fuck up for five seconds?!"

Everyone looked at me... Kou just glared at me, well, I'm in for it tonight.

I walked into class and I just tried to forget... everything. Why did I have to say that?!

I quickly leave the class after the bell rang and I headed straight for the girls bathroom hastily. I lock myself in a stall and went on my phone, again.

"Kou would look sooo good with Megumi right?", A feminine voice sighed.

"Doesn't he already have a girlfriend? It's that Y/N girl right?"

"I hate that bitch, she told him to shut the fuck up today, the audacity"

"Seriously?- Oh hey Megumi!"

Who's Megumi? I heard she's some really famous model/idol. I listen in on their conversation.

"Hey guys! What's up?", She said enthusiastically.

"Did you hear what Y/N said to Kou today?"

"Hm? Yeah I heard about it... Poor Kou, he must feel so abused by her. Also I asked him if he wanted to do a photoshoot with me and he said yes!"

My heart sank at her words... He really said that he'd do it with her? I get an Instagram notification that Kou updated his story, I went on and it read: Doing a photoshoot with Megumi! I'm so excited! I'll put pictures on later!

I turned my phone off in defeat. I'll stay with him for the plan... Not because I'm in love with him. I'm sick of the shit he does at this point. I wait for the girls to leave, which didn't take long so I left the stall and went to wash my hands. "Hey you stupid bitch!", A voice screamed at me. I ignored it. "DONT FUCKING ANNOY ME BITCH!".

I looked at her and I felt a strong impact on my face and I felt something run down my face. I looked in the mirror and blood was spilling down. The girl and her friends took turns hitting me and they left after 5 painful minutes.

I hate this...

I walk out to the nurse's office and grabbed a large plaster for my face and walked out. Why can't this day just end? I wanna go back and go to bed.

"Masokitty...?"

"Yeah... What's up?"

"What happened to your face?"

"I..."

I saw the group of girls snickering at me.

"I fell..."

"Is that right?", He said getting serious. The way he was looking at me made me wanna crawl under a rock and die. School was over before I knew it and the car ride was silent, a very awkward silence.

"I wanna talk when we get back Masokitty... I'm not very happy on how you were acting today, it was sooo embarrassing"

Yuma pursed his lips and widened his eyes, knowing that some major tea is going to go down.

"I'm sorry for being such an embarrassment...", I said shyly, not looking him in the eyes.

Does he honestly think that he'd be the one suffering...?

"I don't think you're an embarrassment Livestock... Kou, you need to think about Eve, her happiness should be your top priority. The plan is almost finished"

"I-it's really fine, it's not like it matters to me whether I'm happy or not...", I deadpan looking out the window.

"Jesus Christ! What the hell is your problem today?! You're starting to piss me off!", Yelled Kou.

"It doesn't matter, I'll just...deal with it myself or whatever", I sighed listlessly.

"Eve... isn't...acting...like...her...normal...self...at school... you...tend...to...be....much...happier...at... home....are...you...sure...that... you're... fine....at....school?", Said Azusa, clearly worried.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. Nothing that bad has happened", I said smiling.

"Oh, also I gotta go out later today", said Kou.

"Be back before dinner, what time are you going at?", Asked Ruki. He's such a mom sometimes.

"Uhhh... 12:00 to 15:00. Shouldn't you of all people be curious as to where I'm going Masokitty?", Hissed Kou.

"Not really no, just don't do anything dumb"

Kou ignored you for the rest of the car ride and avoided you for the rest of the night.

It was time for you to go to bed, you just went to your own room because you thought he didn't want you to sleep next to him.

It was 16:00... He should've been home by now... I checked his Instagram and...

He and Megumi made such a good couple... Comments on the post said that they should start dating, they'd make such a great couple.

What is this... Inferiority?

This crushing feeling like I'll never be good enough for Kou...

Do I only love Kou because... He's someone no one else can have? Do I see him as a trophy...?

Does he only see me as a blood bag? Something he can use for his amusement?

I turn off my phone and flop onto my bed, Jesus Christ, I wanted to cry until I eventually drown into my tears.

It feels like Kou's moving away from me... And I hate it.

Ruki POV-

"Explain this Kou", I ordered showing him an image on my phone of his going into some girls apartment. I was beyond annoyed with him for what he did.

Kou was looking at the photo in shock. "You slept with that girl didn't you?! Incase you haven't noticed, you have a girlfriend, who has seen this and questioning her worth to you"

"Ruki! I didn't sleep with her and most importantly, Y/N saw?!", He yelled. "She even said that you and Megumi made a good couple today at lunch"

Kou looked like he was about to cry.

"I knew it was weird, how she was always trying to avoid me at school. I ruined her..."

About time he came to his senses...

"She even told me that she'll stay to fulfill the plan, not for you. The stress of choosing an Adam was hard enough, but the stress of her Adam not loving her is worse"

Kou rushed off finally. Besides, I knew he'd never cheat on her. He loves her too much...

Y/N P.O.V.

I was looking outside my window and I heard running down the hall, Kou burst in with no context and rushed over to me.

I tensed up and closed my eyes, thinking that he'd yell at me but instead, he just stood infront of me helplessly crying like a child. He leant down and embraced me like I was going to disappear in seconds.

"I'm...I'm s-sorry! I was o-only thinking about m-myself!", He cried, I could barely decipher what he was saying yet I had an idea why he was being so apologetic.

Because I saw the picture of him going into Megumi's home and he wants me to keep being in his little harem.

I out one arm around him and keep a listless face, knowing him he's just trying to manipulate me into feeling sorry for him.

"Grow the fuck up, you're just sad because you got exposed and I'm just the most convenient to go and cry to"

He looked at me and started crying even more. "SHUT UP! I LOVE YOU AND I'D CHOOSE YOU OVER MEGUMI- NO ANY MAN OR WOMAN OUT THERE!", he yelled.

"R-Ruki told me that... You think that I no longer care about you or love you... I don't want to be around those girls, they only like me because I'm attractive and famous but you- you've seen me at my worst and most violent, yet you've still stayed with me... Thank you... Thank you so much Y/N, my precious Eve"

I hug him back and I felt like crying, however, there was still a little demon on my shoulder telling me that he was faking it.

"Kou...there's no way that I'd be good enough for someone like you"

His mood swing came and he aggressively grabbed my shoulders. "How the hell can you say that?! Jesus Christ, you're the most precious thing to me! I'd sacrifice my career for you in a heartbeat!"

I'm getting mixed feelings here, he says he loves me but he sounds like he's gonna strangle me any second. Why couldn't Yui be an option? She can be my Lilith but that's not the point.

"Stop lying to me...", I whisper, holding onto him tighter.

"I'm not... You know how much I hate lies"

"Stop lying..."

"I'm not", he said softly holding onto me.

I start crying quietly, feeling a lot better that Kou gave me the verification that I so desperately wanted to hear, yet there was still some lingering doubt.

We skipped school to hangout and to do other stuff.

Timeskip~ Monday

"Kou! You looked so handsome in that photoshoot!"

"Thanks! But I don't have time to talk today because I need to focus on my special lady", he said politely.

"It's been awhile since we both went to class together", I said. I was in much better spirits because he was with me.

I guess being around with Kou in public isn't that bad.

IDGAF if I made mistakes, just deal with it because I'm too lazy...

#diabolik lovers #yuis pantsu #kou #mukami #scenario #tw bullying #bruh

[imaginesebastian]

TLC

A/N: I wrote this over the span of...forever. Sorry it’s taken me so long to get something to you guys. This goes with a slow burn request and a smut request sooo 18+ my darlings!!:)

Warnings: Smut and cussing 

Weddings. 

Your distaste for them had grown since graduating college. With every friend that got pregnant or hitched, you pushed yourself further into a hole of self-loathing and doubt. 

Unfortunately, this is one particular wedding that you had to be at. Your best friend stood at the alter with a small tear running down his face. You couldn’t help but scoff, he was marrying a woman after meeting her 8 months ago. Something about him knowing that they were soul mates or some other bullshit that you didn’t believe. 

“Jesus christ. . .” you muttered under your breath as the wedding march began playing. You put on a smile, standing up and turning back to look at the woman in a traditional white dress. Her hair was curled perfectly and cascaded down her back in a waterfall. She was perfect, it was no wonder that Bucky was so into her. 

When she reached the front of the alter, Bucky sighed with content. “Hi James.” You heard her whisper. 

God. . . nobody calls him James. Who the fuck does she think she is?

“Hi Jess.” He responded, his smile just as wide as hers. The crowd laughed, Bucky leaning back and fanning his face as he looked over her in the dress. You rolled your eyes. 

“We are gathered here today. . .” and here was the part where your brain shut off. You looked anxiously at your hands, playing with the ring on your thumb while you felt the pit of your stomach drop. 

He looked at her with so much. . . comfort. Like she was her home. You couldn’t help but think back to when at one point you hoped that he looked at you like that one day. 

It was pathetic. Of course you were in love with your best friend, what kind of cliche are you? He wanted you to be one of her bridesmaids, he said he wanted you to be a part of the wedding but you had to politely decline. The hurt in his eyes made you nauseous, but you didn’t necessarily get along with Jess. It’s not like you could fake it until you made it in this scenario. 

Of course you didn’t start off the friendship with an attraction to him. It only started when he called you darlin’. Or when he stayed at your apartment one night while you showed him every one of your favorite video games from Mario Bros. all the way to The Last of Us. 

His admiration for modern technology left a childlike wonder on his face for what was to come. His metal arm was the closest thing he had experienced to “super advanced” until he saw the graphics on the PS4. He would tell you stories about the 30s and 40s, and with every word you couldn’t help but fall a little more in love with him. 

You wanted to tell him, but you kept putting it off and putting it off until eventually he found a girlfriend. As wrong as it was, you hoped every night that they wouldn’t last. That he was meant for you. Surprised was an understatement when he told you of their engagement. “She proposed to me. . . how weird is that?” 

“And does anyone have an objections to this union?” The priest spoke with a light chuckle laced in his words. You struggled to stop yourself from standing up, from yelling at her while Bucky watched, from running up there and throwing yourself on him, confessing your undying love for him. Life doesn’t work like that though. 

“Okay, James and Jessica. I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest grinned, “you may kiss the bride!” 

You looked away, swallowing while meeting eyes with Steve. He gave you a small empathetic look while you shook your head. You could feel your eyes prick with tears but you didn’t want to give anything away. 

The music played again and they walked down the isle hand in hand. Finally, you were able to walk away. You covered your shoulders and walked towards your car, opening the door and sitting in it. 

You debated turning on your car and driving away. You debated never speaking to Bucky again, starting a new life and wishing him the best in life. You couldn’t throw away your friendship though. 

A sigh left your lip while you wiped away the one tear that managed to slip out. Soon, you heard a knock on your window. 

“Hey darlin’,” Bucky stood on the other side of the slightly fogged glass, causing you to panic and wipe your face of any tears. You put on a smile and opened the car door, “Hey Bucky! That was some ceremony, huh?” 

“Yeah, yeah! It was gorgeous, better than I could have imagined.” 

An awkward smile fell on your lips and you looked away with a cough. “Hey, so as much as I would like to stay, I’m not feeling very well so the celebration aspect is gonna have to be saved for another time.” You attempted to grin but you couldn’t quite muster up the energy. 

“Awh,” his face dropped, “but how can I celebrate if I don’t have my best friend with me?” 

“You’ll get there.” You sent a wink his way, before you got into your car and started it, leaving Bucky there with an astonished look on his face as you pulled out of the church parking lot. 

Five years had never gone by so quick. 

“Alright Mrs. Willems, we’ll have that ready for you by tomorrow. Thank you so much for your order!” You talked happily into the phone, writing down a cake order and pinning it to the cork board in the back of your bakery. 

After the wedding, you decided it was probably best for you to move on. As much as it hurt to end the friendship, it was better for the both of you. you couldn’t go on in pain. 

It took a lot of blood, sweat, and tears but finally you were able to open your dream bakery. Amazingly enough, the business was booming, and you’ve even taken up catering. 

The New York Tribune named it the greatest bakery on the south side of NYC. You’ve had a few Food Network shows feature you and the business started growing. 

As the night closed off, you began counting the till and cleaning. You told the night crew to head home, they’ve been working really hard and you wanted to reward them. 

“130, 140, 150. . .” It was in the middle of counting the till that you heard a small knock on the door. You looked up and moved the glasses on your nose away from your face, walking towards the lock. 

“Hi, I’m so sorry we’re clo-” you looked up and met eyes with a tall, blue-eyed beauty who you hadn’t seen in quite a while. 

“Bucky?” 

“Hey. . . I saw your face in the newspaper.” 

You swallowed your nausea, not knowing what to do. “I- uhm. . .” 

He smiled, something you wished you could have woken up to every morning for the past five years, “I knew you would be able to do it someday.” 

Your hands started to shake and before you could stop, you found yourself opening the door wider and making room for the super soldier to enter the small bakery. He inhaled through his nose, the smells of freshly baked cakes and breads filling his senses. He remembered you playing around with recipes all those years ago, and it wasn’t until he saw your face again that he realized just how much he had been missing you. 

“Yeah,” you exhaled, “it took a lot of work.” 

His back was still turned to you as he spoke, “Yeah, but you still did it.” 

You studied the curve of his back, and how he had somehow become even more muscular than you remembered. His hair no longer rested above his shoulders, instead it was cut much like the 30s haircut you remember from the photographs. The ends curled at the top, your breath almost catching in your throat. 

“Is there anything I can help you with?” You questioned, pushing your hair behind your ear while you stepped from foot to foot awkwardly. 

“Yeah. . . I was wondering if you could make a cake from me.” 

Your chest heaved, “Well usually I’ll tell someone to come back during our operating hours, but I’ll make an exception.” You walked behind the counter and pulled out an order form, leaning forward and taking a pen out of your apron. 

“So, what’ll it be Mr. Barnes?” 

“A vanilla cake, decorated with blue and pink frosting,” of course it was a gender reveal cake. You almost scoffed but you held in your annoyance for a moment, you had done plenty of gender reveal cakes before, “Ah, Jess is pregnant! How exciting. Okay, and the filling? Will it be blue or pink?”  

“What? No, no,” Bucky leaned on the other side of the counter, “Strawberry filling, and across the top I want the words, ‘Happy Divorce Day, Cheater!’ Written in black.”

You looked up, your brows furrowed immediately, “You two are getting a divorce?” 

Bucky nodded, his bottom lip being drug in between his teeth, “She, uh, she slept with her co-worker. Has been since before we even got married apparently,” a chuckle left his mouth, “she hates strawberry filling.”

“Oh my god. . . I’m so sorry.” You knew that bitch didn’t know what the fuck she had. Of course she’d fuck it up with Bucky, and she’s gonna hate herself for the rest of her life.

“You know, I always knew that something was off, but I was so blinded by infatuation that I ignored all the red flags.” He spoke, almost as if this isn’t the first time in five years that you two had spoken. Like you never had left in the first place. 

At this point you put the pen down, clasping your hands together in front of you and listening intently. “I don’t think I ever really loved her. I lost five years of my life on her.” 

You nodded, mostly in agreement but you had hoped he took it as a note that you were listening. He paused, his eyes meeting yours for a split second. You loved him. You knew that for sure. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. I can’t imagine that.” 

“Yeah, well you know. . . Life goes on.” Bucky grinned, “I’m 100 years old and 5 years doesn’t seem that long at the moment.” 

You smiled back, the first time you had smiled sincerely since he had arrived. “How about you and I go back and make this cake right now.” You suggested, motioning for him to hop over the counter and follow you to the back where the giant mixer sat, cleaned and untouched. 

“Okay, you grab the-” a screech left your mouth as you felt arms around your waist, “Bucky, wait!” 

“(Y/N),” he sat you down on top of the counter, “I didn’t come here for a cake. I came here to ask me something.” 

You smiled, “and what would that be, Mr. Barnes?” 

“Did you like me back then? Ya know, more than a friend?” Bucky said, his arms on either side of your thighs. 

You laughed off your shocked cough, “Bucky what are we, 12?” 

“Answer the question, darlin’.” 

You looked away from his eyes, “I loved you. More than anything else in the world.” 

“Loved?” he questioned. 

“Love.” You sighed in defeat, your cheeks turning red. 

“I’ve always loved you too. I was dumb and stupid for marrying her. I thought you’d never love me and I thought the only thing I could have possibly done was move on.” Bucky lifted your chin up to meet his eyes and softly and slowly, pressed a kiss to your lips. 

Your body froze, almost as if you couldn’t believe what was happening. Without thinking, your hands found themselves at his shoulders, your palms touching his prominent collar bones as your skin burned against his. With one quick motion, you pushed him away. 

Bucky stepped back, shocked as if he didn’t expect that to happen. He wiped his mouth, the expression on his face made you nauseous with guilt. You knew it had to be done though. 

Your blood burned in your veins, you could feel your ears heating up while you took a deep breath, “Did you really think that you could come here out of the blue and do that?” you hopped off of the counter, “because in all honesty, that shit hurt more than it did help. You think I want to be your rebound girl?”

The shock from Bucky’s face was replaced with furrowed brows, “Reboun- what the hell are you talking about? You’re not a rebound?” 

“You came here after filing for divorce! What do you want? Do you want sex? Because I’m not here just for that.” 

Bucky’s mouth fell agape, “What kind of a man do you think I am?” his voice was much louder than before, “Do YOU think it was nice of you to leave me? Ignore my phone calls and emails, for five fucking years? Our friendship ended, with nothing being said to me! I was oblivious! It took Steve three years to tell me you were in love with me and I had assumed at that point you moved on! So tell me, again, why the fuck you think what you did was okay? I was a mess!” 

The nausea became stronger, “I-” 

“No! I’m not going to give you time to explain yourself, I love you too! Did I ever think the feelings were reciprocated? No! Because you did such a good job at not letting a single fucking person know what goes on inside your head,” he poked my forehead, “I thought I knew what was happening, so I moved on. Is that somehow my fault because you never told me you loved me?” 

“Bucky-” 

“So I come here, yes after five years, professing my love for you and what am I met with? Anger?” Bucky paused, as if he was waiting for a response. 

You swallowed, “I didn’t know how to work with my feelings so I figured I’d let them be. Leave you to be happy with your new life.” 

“Jesus christ, (Y/N), let me kiss you! Please!” Bucky almost cried, his eyes watering with frustration while you struggled internally with things you had masked away behind the facade of happiness for so many years. 

You were the one who tried so hard to forget. You knew it was impossible, but pushing your feelings down was the only way that you knew how to cope with the impossible task of forgetting Bucky Barnes. 

Slowly, you took a step towards him and pressed a small kiss on top of his quivering lips. You expected a lack luster response, for Bucky to smile and pull away. However, quickly his hands pulled you closer and he inhaled your scent as if it was the last time he was ever going to see you. 

You couldn’t breath, but you didn’t care. You were finally in Bucky’s arms and this was something you wanted for so many years. 

He lifted you back onto the table and your hands came to his cheeks, your thumb stroking his cheek bone delicately as his tongue slipped its way into your mouth. Before you could process what was happening, he laid you down on your back and hopped onto the table, straddling your thighs and slipping his shirt off of his body. 

“Bucky this is unsanitar-” 

“(Y/N), shut the fuck up.” He whispered, a grin on his face while his lips met yours once again. It didn’t take long for you to melt back into his touch, his hips grinding on yours. 

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long baby. You wouldn’t believe it.” His hardening member pressed into your thigh and you could feel yourself becoming more and more wet by the second. 

Suddenly you felt like your chest was being crushed, you pushed Bucky off and stood up from the table. “I- I need a bed.” 

Bucky’s chest heaved, “What?” 

You grabbed his arm and lead up towards your upstairs apartment, “Fuck me, on a bed.” 

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” 

You walked up the stairs and felt Bucky’s hands on you the whole time. It didn’t take long for you to start throwing off your clothes and rush to the bedroom. 

Before Bucky could take off his boxers, he took a moment to look over your body. You could feel the sense of euphoria he had, his tears were long gone and were replaced with sweat, and love. 

In a second he was back on top of you, ripping off your panties and kissing his way down your body. A moan left your mouth as his lips wrapped around each nipple, his hand rubbing his finger on your clit. Of course he knew exactly where it was. 

His lips continued trailing down, turning up into a smile as he finally met your heat. 

You couldn’t help but let a more primal moan bubble from your throat. There was nothing hotter than seeing Bucky’s face buried in between your legs. Your hands gripped his hair and pulled, resulting in an even bigger moan from him. 

“I have wanted to taste you,” he took a breath, kissing your thigh, “since I first laid eyes on you.” 

“Then keep doing it.” You motioned for him to continue as you could feel yourself becoming so close. He bit his lip before inserting a finger into your sex, curling it upward while using his tongue to skillfully flick your clit. 

Before you knew it, you felt heat rise up from core and your legs shook from around Bucky’s head. “Ah, fuck!” You yelled, crying out Bucky’s name and grinding your hips harshly. 

Bucky didn’t give you much time to recover, pressing his cock against your sex before inserting it slowly. So slowly it was almost painful. 

Bucky didn’t move for a second, instead soaking in the absolute pleasure that the two of you were receiving after years of repression. His chest collapsed on top of yours, kissing you and biting your lip between his teeth. His hips finally started to move, but he stayed low and as close to you as he possibly could. 

Your nails dug harshly into his back and he thrust into you, the speed picking up. His icy blues bore into yours before his lips kissed your neck.

Way too soon, you felt heat build up in your core again. You tightened around him, pushing him over the edge. He fell on the bed beside you, grabbing you close and holding you tightly as you both came down from a long awaited high. 

“I think, that was the greatest sex I have ever had in my entire life.” Bucky stated, his face red. 

“Ah, not so much stamina for the super soldier, aye?” You teased, noticing how out of breath he was. 

“I’ve never felt anything like that before. I had to hold on from cumming while I was eating you out.” He praised, kissing your forehead. You blushed, never really one to be open about these sorts of things. 

“There’s more where that came from.” You whispered, leaning up and kissing his lips. 

Maybe these last five years were exactly what the two of you needed. Some time apart lead both of you to realize your feelings for each other and inevitably, fate would have you two together. 

Sometimes, all love needs is a little time. 

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Sunflower, Volume Five

a teeny bit over 2.2k words on writing music, first impressions, and peppermint. no warnings I can think of. this is part five of the Sunflower Series! happy reading :) 

part one | part two | part three | part four 

Only Angel was, in fact, fun to record, although it got quite a bit irritating after playing through six or seven times, as all songs seemed to do. They got through it, though, and Carolina too, before setting aside a day for just writing. 

Harry worked with Olivia and Charlotte to finalize the melody for the song Olivia had come up with a few weeks before, which actually worked brilliantly, and they were finished with the melody and sound the night they started.

Charlotte decided to head to a bar with the others, but Harry stayed with Olivia to start working on the lyrics. He was sat at the piano, a pencil behind his ear and his notebook propped in front of him. 

As soon as Charlotte left the room, Olivia grinned and jumped onto the lid of the piano, sliding across its surface to sit in front of Harry with her guitar on her lap. Harry raised an eyebrow at her, and she shrugged innocently. “What?” 

“Charlotte would have a fit if she saw you like that.” 

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Olivia replied with a wink. 

“Whatever you say,” Harry laughed. He handed her the notebook and asked, “Have any ideas, then?” Olivia sighed, slipping the pencil from behind Harry’s ear and fiddling with it. “Well, I was thinking about the whole…” She paused, tapping the eraser of the pencil against the piano before asking, “You know the whole, oh, it’s a sign of the times, thing?”

“Er - yeah, sort of.” 

“What if we did something along those lines?” 

“Yeah, it sort of sounds like that, doesn’t it? All sad and shit?” Olivia nodded, and Harry played the melody again. He frowned, playing it again, and then remembered, “Oh, and there was something Char and I were working on -” He started again, singing along. “Just stop your crying, it’ll be alright…” 

“Yeah!” Olivia exclaimed. “It could be that and - and, uh - just stop your crying, and then, it’s a sign of the times.” Harry nodded. “Yeah, yeah, that works.” He played it again, twice, once with each ending, and then Olivia played the chords on her guitar and echoed softly, “Sad and shit.” She looked up. “Like the end of the world, huh?” 

“Yeah, sure.” 

“...just stop your crying,” Olivia sang, “it’s a sign of the times… now that it’s the - hope it’s not the final…” She frowned. “Welcome to the final show…” Harry nodded, playing the melody, and added, “Hope you’re wearing your best clothes…” 

Olivia grinned and mimicked his accent, “Proper brilliant, you are.”

Harry scoffed, looking up at her. “I don’t sound like that at all!” 

“Whatever,” Olivia murmured with a grin, picking up the pencil and writing something down in the notebook. Harry messed about on the piano, suggesting more lyrics, and Olivia added on. 

They stayed up well past two am, just playing with words and phrases until the others came back from the bar. Olivia slid off the piano only after they’d gotten through a verse and finished the chorus, and Harry was tempted to kiss her when she said goodnight before walking into her room. 

Instead, he told himself not to be a fool and went to bed. 

♬♩♪♩

They finished Sign of the Times fairly quickly, but recording it took a while. The song Olivia had started eventually became Ever Since New York, which was recorded pretty fast. Jeff was pressuring them to finalize more songs, though, so they took off another day to dedicate to writing. 

Unfortunately, Harry was pretty brain dead by then, what with staying up for hours with Olivia to finish both Sign of the Times and Ever Since New York, so he spent most of the day just resting and watching rom coms with Adam and Charlotte while Olivia and Sarah sat in the other room working on Comfortable Silence. 

A few minutes into My Best Friend’s Wedding, a paper airplane landed on his lap. He glanced into the other room, confused, and Sarah was rolling her eyes as Olivia grinned and gestured for him to open it. 

To Julia Roberts’s biggest fangirl in the living room - 

Sooo I called my friend who just got dumped (heartbreak is the best inspo yk)... 

I saw your friend that I met last year

They said you’re happy now

I see you gave them my old T-shirt

That really hurt like hell

They say it silently, no not with their words

But oh yes it’s written, it’s all over their face - 

Comfortable silence is so overrated

Why don’t you ever tell me straight to my face? 

Even my phone misses your call, by the way

Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too… 

idk about some of that but uhhhh idk

So. Thoughts? 

From, the dining table

Harry read it over again and nodded, flashing her the thumbs up, but Olivia shook her head. She mimed writing, and Harry frowned, glancing around him for a pencil, and Olivia sighed, chucking a pencil at him. 

Charlotte squeaked as it hit her in the arm, and Harry rolled his eyes, smiling despite himself. “Sorry, Char,” he murmured, then scribbled out Like it before folding it back up and haphazardly throwing it back. 

It didn’t quite work, but Olivia slid it towards her with her foot and opened it back up. 

She wrote something down, and Harry watched her instead of the movie, and then Olivia threw it back. ur so boring, she’d written, and Harry scoffed, glancing over at her. He put a hand to his chest in mock hurt, and Olivia grinned. 

Under that, she’d added more to the song. 

I hope one day you’ll call me to tell me that you’re sorry too

But you, you never do

We haven't spoke since you went away

Comfortable silence is so overrated

Why won't you ever say what you want to say?

Even my phone misses your call, by the way

Harry grinned and wrote, You’re awful dramatic, Liv - it was two weeks. He threw it towards her, and she unfolded it, read it, and flipped him off. She whispered something to Sarah, who laughed, and Harry smiled and turned back to the movie. 

♬♩♪♩

Harry was starting to wonder if Olivia ever slept. 

He’d come out on the porch a few days later, unable to sleep after a day long nap caused by a killer hangover, and there she was, smoking a cigar and playing her guitar softly. “Hello,” Harry said, and she looked up. “Hey,” she replied, sliding over on the bench swing. 

Harry sat next to her, taking the cigar when she offered it, and inhaled deeply. “‘s good,” he said. “Sweet.” Olivia nodded. “Mhmm. Toffee, apparently.” She leaned back, fiddling with her guitar pick, and stared at the water. 

Harry breathed another puff of smoke, handed it back to her, and asked, “What’d you think when you first saw me?” Olivia raised an eyebrow. “Why?” Harry rolled his eyes with a smile. “You’re always asking these deep questions - give me a chance, hm?” 

There was a beat of silence as she seemed to study him, and it took all of Harry’s willpower to keep eye contact as she tucked her lip between her teeth and her brow furrowed, lost in thought. 

“I thought you were awkward,” she finally said, and Harry scoffed a laugh. “You’re joking.” Olivia quirked a smile, looking back at the water and lifting the cigar to her lips. “No, really.” She smirked. “Awkward and desperate.” 

“Right, well, now you’re just bullying me.” 

“Oh, please,” Olivia laughed. “You didn’t even say anything! You were like, hi, and that was it! I had to, like, scramble to come up with something!” Harry scoffed again, shaking his head. “If I remember correctly -” 

“Which you don’t,” she cut in with a grin. 

He shot her a mocking glare and went on, “You were the one who didn’t say anything at first, and then I introduced myself!” Olivia sighed and shook her head. “We were both awkward,” she concluded, and Harry rolled his eyes. “Agree to disagree.” 

“God, that show sucked,” Olivia murmured, exhaling and trying to make a smoke ring before smiling at him. “Still can’t believe you wanted me in your band after that disaster.” Harry let his jaw drop dramatically. “You were amazing!” 

Olivia scoffed, shaking her head. “I was awful! I forgot half the lyrics and fucked up all the chords ‘cause I was staring at -” She cut herself off, shaking her head again, and Harry grinned. “Staring at…?” he prodded. 

“There was this band there that night,” Olivia said, “and one of its members” - she breathed a dreamy sigh - “oh, he was just gorgeous! I couldn’t take my eyes off him!” She grinned, mocking curiosity and propping her chin on her fist. “I can’t seem to remember his name…” 

“Does it start with an H, perhaps?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow and mocking curiosity right back, but Olivia shook her head, fiddling with the cigar. “Nope,” she said with a giggle. “Think it was a Z,” she said. “Zach? Zeke? Ah - Zayn.” 

Harry laughed, shaking his head. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered.

“Jealous, Styles?” 

“You wish,” Harry replied with a grin. 

There was a beat of silence. 

Olivia leaned in a bit, her eyes flickering to his lips. “Harry?” she murmured. 

“Hm?” 

She bit her lip. “I don’t wanna be alone,” she whispered. 

Harry smiled a bit, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to be, Liv.” 

She met his gaze, her eyes wide and earnest. “Promise not to break my heart?” 

“I promise,” Harry breathed. 

And then she leaned forward, and Harry did too, and suddenly, they were kissing. 

She tasted like peppermint, like toffee and vanilla and mint and smoke. She was sunshine and sugar, her lips fitting with his like puzzle pieces. She was smiling against his lips, and Harry smiled too, because she was perfect, because they were perfect, because everything was perfect. 

♬♩♪♩

Harry woke up late again the next morning.

Olivia wasn’t next to him.

So Harry stood up, and stretched, and walked to the kitchen.

Olivia was at the table, on her mobile, eating toast.

“Morning,” Harry said.

“Hi!” she chirped. 

“Where’re the others?” Harry asked, and Olivia sighed. “Went to the beach, according to Sarah…” Harry raised an eyebrow as he poured a cup of coffee. “Without us?” Olivia nodded. “I know. Ridiculous.” Harry smiled, stepping behind her and glancing at the screen of her phone. 

“Ooh, dancehall,” he hummed, slipping the phone from her fingers. He clicked a random one, set it on the counter next to his coffee, and held out his hand. “Olivia,” he said, with all the seriousness he could muster, “may I have this dance?” 

She slid his coffee towards her and took a sip. “Can’t. I’m drinking coffee.” 

“Pleeeease?” Harry dragged. “I’m bored, Liv, and the house is empty. C’mon, then.” He began to dance as the music started and held out a hand. Olivia pouted. “I can’t dance,” she told him, and Harry rolled his eyes. “Prove it.”  

She gave a reluctant smile and took it.

He spun her around, and she giggled.

They danced until Olivia somehow managed to end up on the kitchen island with Harry stood between her legs, snogging breathlessly, and Harry only realized the music had stopped when Olivia pulled back and murmured, “Gotta find another song…” 

“Rather have a bloody song than me, hm?” 

Olivia grinned, kissing his nose as she grabbed her phone. “Hey, it’s got a good melody,” she insisted, flicking through YouTube to find another video. Harry pouted, kissing her again, and said, “Want you more than any melody, Liv…” 

“Fuckin’ sap,” Olivia giggled, finally finding a song and pushing her phone away to properly kiss him. Harry smiled, but Olivia sighed, pulling away again. “Others’ll be back soon,” she said, and Harry rolled his eyes. “Don’t care,” he said, kissing her. 

Olivia laughed, sliding off the counter. She held her hand out to him and, in a pitiful imitation of his British accent, she said, “Dance with me, Mr. Styles.” Harry grinned. “Only if you promise never to do that accent again.” 

“Easy enough,” Olivia replied, and Harry took her hand. 

And they twirled and laughed and kissed in the kitchen like it was a dance floor.

♬♩♪♩

Jamaica ended too soon.

Harry was on a plane before he knew it, heading back to rainy London.

It was good, though, he supposed. He was getting a tad home sick.

They’d written about sixty songs. Most of them were rubbish. Well, most of them weren’t even songs. More like notes mashed together that were sort of jokes but not quite. They’d gotten some good ones, though, and Harry considered the trip a success.

It was kind of strange being without the band, though.

It was very strange being without Olivia. She was going to come to London with him, but she was needed in America for something or other. But she’d given him a few cigars, and he smoked one when he got back home to London.

It was good. Tasted like peppermint.

♬♩♪♩

aaaannnnd there she is!!!! all finished!!!!! hope u enjoyed!

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1. your favorite song on hs1 2. your most recent dream  3. your favorite holiday or!!!! tell me anything your heart desires! feedback is always much appreciated :) 

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sunflower, vol. 6

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Beefs I have with Voltron s8

Allurance:

-Disregarding Allura’s connection to Coran so that Lance can come out as a better option. Allura does have a family, it’s Coran, it seems the earth air gave her amnesia or something, or maybe the writers did, idk… I swear all I could think of during Lance’s “great” speech during their date was “what about Coran?”

-Lance saying “I love you” to Allura on their first date. I don’t think I need to explain this one lol (Ted Mosby)

-Not having any indication that Allura has a crush on Lance beside a blush in season 7.

-Allura giving Lance the Altean marks for absolutely no reason. (Other than having him remember her forever which ok.)

-Lance never being able to move on from Allura and ending up single.

-Lance getting what he wants instead of what he needs. (Which the writers said wasn’t going to happen)

-The nice guy™ trope that shows a woman deciding to date the good guy after declining his advances for a long time. (Big Bang theory syndrome)

Allura:

-Allura’s death is really unnecessary. Honerva has been shown to have the same or even more power than her sooo, why was Allura’s sacrifice needed? They could have also sacrificed Voltron since it seemed it was not needed anymore after they rebooted the universe.

-The death seemed cheesy and not earned at all. Of all of the members of team Voltron, not one tried to stop her (?????????)

-In Avatar the last airbender the writers made sure to show why Yue was the only one that could save the day with her sacrifice. It was poetic. They could have done that as well if they had added any thematic meaning to the scene. Maybe have Allura turn into the white lion that Honerva had previously destroyed, or the old paladins coming back to ride Voltron one last time to restore the universe. The problem isn’t really that she died, but how and why.

-The whole “Allura being possessed by a dark magic creature and going into Honerva’s mind” nonsense.

-Coran and Allura didn’t get to say goodbye.

Lotor:

-Terrible message for anyone who watches the show. His parents that are literally the ones who caused the war, and either directly or indirectly, have caused the death of millions of people while also abusing their son for centuries still get some kind of redemption, while Lotor doesn’t?!

-The shot of his corpse was horrifying and not needed.

-Lotor had the potential of becoming a great villain, and he was, for like two seconds until they decided to throw the whole character away.

-The Voltron team basically murdered him in cold blood, but you won’t hear anything about it. just like you didn’t hear anything about that time Lance died or Keith was about to sacrifice himself.

-That scene where they show Lotor reuniting with his family before the universe is rebooted and they act like its all cool.

Keith and Shiro:

-It doesn’t matter if you ship them or not, no one could deny they had a strong bond. That is gone now baby!

-Shiro marrying a dude with two lines.

Hunk and Pidge:

-Lol who? Pidge’s arc ended the moment she found her family. My sweet boy Hunk barely even had one.

Klance:

No, but seriously, who??!! They had that one™ scene, which, again, what was the point of leaving that scene if it does nothing but confusing people? 

LGBT:

-I have seen people defending the two-second clip at the end by saying “Well they did as much as they could” which okay, I guess… I still don’t think they deserve congratulations for their “representation”. Some of you are probably like “But Adventure time did the same thing, and everyone loved it!” To which I would say no, its not the same thing. The wlw ship in AT had been teased all throughout, the series including a scene were princess Bubblegum sniffs one of Marceline’s t-shirts (I still can’t believe that was something that actually happened). If the writers of Voltron had been in charge of Adventure time Finn would have probably ended up with Bubblegum, and then she would have died lol. I have also heard comparisons to the Legend of Korra. which is understandable. But that show ended five years ago, when the idea of two main lgbt characters on a popular children’s cartoon show was almost unthinkable. I understand that some of the younger fans are used to shows like Steven Universe or She-ra, but back then the most “progressive” lgbt stuff were background characters that appeared for five seconds and had little to no lines. This whole “if we have them kiss, they’ll leave us alone” attitude is, in my opinion, very stupid. As a member of the LGBT myself I always think that having meaningful interactions with the characters is more important than just showing them kissing. This is the reason I hate most of the straight couple who do not have any chemistry whatsoever, or why I usually prefer non-canon gay ships to the ones that are. Although I personally don’t ship it, I think that it’s the interactions between the characters that make people ship Sheith or Klance. My point here is that things have changed. Disney, a company known to never explicitly acknowledge the existence of LGBT people had a major character in a children’s show (Cyrus from “Andi Mack”) come out as gay and have storylines dedicated to him instead of being sidelined. Having a last-minute wedding where Shiro marries a character we don’t know and with whom we haven’t seen him have meaningful interactions with doesn’t really cut it anymore.

General:

-All of team Voltron are so out of character it’s not even funny. I’ve already mentioned the lack of interaction between Shiro and Keith but it really extends to the whole team. Allura and lance are happy with each other for like 2 seconds when they go visit his family but that is it.

-The Altean Colony(s) are never truly explained. It would be okay if it was a minor plot point but the end of season 6 revolves around the twist that Lotor is actually evil and should have never been trusted, a twist that was based on the colony(s). Allura says that Lotor was in fact right in a certain way and the show acknowledges that he deserved better, but it is never revealed when she changed her opinion. Was there ever a second colony? I’m guessing not… Also, why did the colony where they found Romelle looked like the inside of the room Allura used to go to talk to her father? Someone smarter than me please explain the colony(s).

-Romelle. Look I’m all for having more female characters but damn if this is not one of the most useless characters I have ever seen. She only exists to be a witness to Lotor’s crimes and getting her friends to hook up, I guess.

-Balmera ex-machina.  

-Honerva: I actually like Honerva’s story, the flashback episode was probably one of my favorites. I just wanted to complain about the “If I can’t be happy no one else can” line because Jesus fucking Christ it sounds like if it was written by Skeletor. I wanna talk to whoever wrote that line and thought “yeah, that’s what a fully fleshed out, interesting and complex villain would say”.

Conclusion: Voltron had a great potential that couldn't have possibly been wrapped up in one season and both the storylines and the characters suffered because of it. 

Bonus: Things I actually liked

-The animation.

-The Lance Family interactions were great.

-Lotor stealing his mother’s cat.

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~ Forgotten Kiss ~ Shawn Mendes x Reader~

Warning - Swearing, Sexual Indications (no smut)

Note - Italics are “flashbacks”

A/n - I hope you all had a amazing New Years spent with your love ones! So, here is a little story (sort of) with Shawn and Youu

~~~

My eyes fluttered open, the beautiful morning sun shining right in my eyes, I quickly attempted to cover it with my hand, but failing as the sun crept right through my fingers. I turned on my side looking around the room, I was unfamiliar of where I was, photos on the walls, a huge closet, open windows practically everywhere. Suddenly, it felt like someone whacked me over the head with a hammer. “Jesus christ,” I said while sitting up, I immediately grabbed my head, the pain was horrible. A constant throbbing on my brain, I quickly rubbed my eyes, letting them get used to the morning sun for a moment. I scanned over the room (again), a small cup of water, and advil on the side table. I quickly grabbed both, not hesitating to take the pill. For hells sake, it could have killed me, yet I didn’t care, at least I’d get away from this pain. Maybe I should be more worried about the fact that I’m in a strangers room.. Finally, the realization it me. I quickly scurried out of the bed, gathering my clothes which were scattered around the floor. “Last night was a mistake, last night was a mistake,” I mumbled to myself, I jumped into my jeans, almost falling in the process. I leaned on the wall for a moment, pulling them up as fast as possible. I headed over to the door, “my phone,” I mumbled, I quickly went over to the side table and grabbed it. I turned it on for a moment:

Brit (11:23PM) - Woah horsey, getting down and dirty with that guy huh?

Brit (11:28PM) - No! No! Don’t walk away!!

Y/n (11:30PM) - Har har very funny.

Brit (2:04AM) - Hey where did you go?

Brit (2:12AM) - You’re scaring me Y/n

8 Missed Calls (Brit)

“Fuck, fuck,” I mumbled, I quickly dialed Brit’s number, no response. “Brit please pick uppp, I’m at this dudes place and he seems oddly weird and, and, formal! Like who has open windows in every corner, a freaky stalkerish dude does! Please Brit just-” I almost dropped my phone, a tall man stood in the doorway. I had to admit, he was cute, shirtless, only in his boxers, but I shouldn’t focus on that now. There was a moment of silence, my phone quietly beeped, ending the voicemail. “Stalkerish, wow, I thought the room was nice.” He said then softly chuckled, I froze on the spot, staring right into his brown and hazelish eyes. “S-Sorry, I didn’t mean stalkerish, just, ughh.” I rambled on, “Shawn.. right?” I asked, “yeah,” he replied, “I’m-” “Y/n, I know.” He teased, I felt a rush of heat hit my face, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. 

Music blaring, people talking, sweaty bodies dancing, and the smell of alcohol very apparent. I slowly sipped on whatever was in my red cup, occasionally swishing it around out of pure boredom. “Y/n!” My best friend Brit called out, she slowly made her way over to me dancing, “please come have some fun with me, why come to a party and not dance??” Her words slightly slurred, but hey that’s Brit, “no, I think I’m okay, just a little light headed,” I lied, “come onn,” she said tugging me to the dance floor. I quickly set my cup on a nearby table, and followed her to the dance floor. We danced around together, hands constantly in each others, I didn’t want to loose her, again.. I suddenly bumped into someone, my hands quickly slipping out of Brit’s, and grabbing the person. I quickly glanced up at the person, a tall male with brown hair, sweet features, and a soft expression on his face, “I’m so sorry I-” “no, it’s fine, I sorta well wasn’t paying attention.” He said nervously. Out of all the people I’ve talked to here, he was the sweatiest, soft-spoken, and actually made eye-contact. “I guess it was both of us,” I nervously laughed at my own joke, he had a small smile on his face, I had a sigh of relief, “I thought I was dead, that joke wasn’t even that good,” I said more or so to myself, he then chuckled, the sound was amazing and genuine. “I don’t know, I thought it was quirky,” he said, “quirky huh, never been called that before,” I said, “I uh, I’m Y/n,” I said with a smile, “Shawn,” he replied sweetly. I felt a buzz in my pocket, but quickly ignored it, “I guess I’ll see you around, Shawn.” I said, “see you around Y/n.” He replied. I happily walked away, a smile basically written on my face. I quickly pulled out my phone:

Brit (11:23PM) - Woah horsey, getting down and dirty with that guy huh?

Brit (11:28PM) - No! No! Don’t walk away!!

Y/n (11:30PM) - Har har very funny.

“Sorry, I’m just have a really bad hangover, sorry about the stalkerish.” I felt more comfortable, finally starting to remember what happened. “Hey who knows maybe your stalking me, purposely bumping into me at a partyyy,” Shawn teased, “no please, don’t remind me of that night,” I said dramatically, I was actually warming up to this guy.. “Um, I gotta go, this is super forward of me but, can I maybe have your number?” I asked nervously, his cheeks went as red as a tomato, “y-yeah, sure.” His voice was shaky, and it was adorable. I walked over to Shawn and handed him my phone, I watched as his shaky hands typed in his number, “thanks,” I said happily, “see you later, Shawn.” I said then quickly left.

“Oh my god!” Brit shouted, “shhhh!” I hushed her, “sooo, what was he like?” she asked. I felt my cheeks go hot, and butterflies in my stomach just thinking about the moment. “Well, he was sweet, soft-spoken, kind, and well cute,” I said happily, “damnn, he’s got you smitten in two seconds,” she teased, I blushed even harder, “and his name..?” she asked, “Shawn,” I replied, “jesus fucking christ! Shawn? Holy shit dude! He is a famous singer, he is the one hosting this party!” She beamed, “Britttttt,” I whined, “I don’t care if he is famous,” I said simply, “whatever you say missy,” she said then walked away. I rolled my eyes at her reaction. “Issues?” Someone said behind me, I quickly turned around, “jesus Shawn, stalkerish much?” I teased, “and no, it’s not a issue thank you very much,” I scoffed. I was confused, why was I being rude now? “Sorry I shouldn’t have assumed,” he said softly, and with that my anger was swept away, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten mad,” I said. We stared into each others eyes for a moment, “wow you guys say sorry wayyy too much,” Brit teased, “sorry,” Shawn and I said in unison, we all both started laughing our asses off. “Brit, but you can call me Brittany,” she said sternly, Shawn seemed a little shocked, “Shawn,” he said hesitantly, “okayy! I’m gonna go drink more,” there is the Brit I know, she happily trotted off over to the bar. “Don’t worry, she’ll get used to you,” I said without thinking, there was an awkward silence, “shit sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, well I’d love to get to know you better n’ all, I just, shit.” I rambled on, Shawn began to laugh, “what? What is so funny?” I pouted, “we really do say sorry a lot,” Shawn said between laughs, I couldn’t help but laugh as well.

I happily walked down the street, a smile on my face, and my head held up high. Suddenly, my phone began to buzz. It was Brit, finally. I quickly answered, “hey, how are ya?” I said cheerfully, “well someone is in a good mood,” Brit scoffed, “wait, what’s wrong?” I asked my happy mood dimming, “maybe the fact that you left me last night? Or you didn’t answer any of my calls? Or you ran away with a boy!”

People were leaving quickly, large groups disappearing in the blink of an eye. “Your party is dying, just like my friendships.” I joked, “oh shush, you have plenty more than me,” Shawn said, “uh hello you’re famous,” I argued, “sureeee, famous,” Shawn rolled his eyes. We both shared a small laugh together, eventually the place emptied, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. “Alrighty where are your trash bags?” I asked while standing up, “what do you mean?” he asked, “I’m gonna help you clean up,” I said with a smile, Shawn rolled his eyes knowing he wouldn’t be able to stop me, “under the sink,” he said. I happily skipped over to the kitchen, grabbing a big black trash bag. I began to walk around, picking up confetti, cups, and poppers. I quickly looked in the living room, Shawn was sweeping, I then went back to picking up cups.

“I didn’t run away, he kindly invited me to stay the night.” I explained, “yeah and you fucked him!” she shouted into the phone, “Brit please calm down, I didn’t- why would you think I’d do that?” I questioned, “because! That’s what you do!” she argued. I stopped in my tracks, realizing that I was almost at the apartment from walking so fast. “Please Brit, I’m sorry okay?” I begged, “no! You left me!” she yelled, “bloody hell Brit! What about the fifty fucking times you left me?” I finally raised my voice. Suddenly, Brit hung up. “Jesus christ,” I mumbled as I turned around and walked in the other direction.

“I can sweep if you want?” I asked, “no, you can mop though,” Shawn said happily, “hey, I’ll clean for you, but you can do the puke.” I joked, we both laughed, Shawn walked over and handed me the broom. I watched as he walked away, he swung his hips. “Work it!” I shouted, I could hear Shawn’s chuckle from the other room.

I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t sad, I was disappointed. Not only was I disappointed at Brit, but I was disappointed in myself. Yes, she is my best friend, but I still feel guilty, even if what I did wasn’t wrong. I slowed down my pace, trying to calm down before I went, but it was hard, my heart was pounding heavily, I felt light headed, I felt weak, because of a fight with my best friend.

“I think that’s it,” I said happily, “yeah, thank you Y/n for helping me,” Shawn said with a smile, “its really nothing,” I said blushing a bit..

Nothing? It meant so much to me..

“Its really kind of you, thank you,” Shawn said, “jeez you don’t need to say it twice, I get the point,” I said the giggled. Shawn smiled as he put the trash bag down, slowly walking over to me..

“Jesus, my heart is beating fast again,” I mumbled to myself..

There was a small silence, as his tall body towered over my own. "You're like a giant," I managed to spit out, Shawn chuckled at my comment, "I'm well aware," he said while gesturing to my height. Small smiles were placed on our faces, as we just stared into each others eyes. Suddenly, I felt Shawn's hand brush up against my own, I could feel my cheeks go red, I now looked away from Shawn and at our hands. His thumb slowly rubbing a soft circle on the back of my hand, eventually I gave in, interlacing my fingers with his own. His hand was large, probably big enough to have both of mine in his, it was soft like a pillow, small little crevices in his palm, his hand was warm like a heater, which was wonderful considering mine were always cold. Shawn's other hand crept upon my cheek, slowly putting a stray hair behind my ear, he knew how to do all the right things. His thumb was placed under my chin, making me look up at him, I nervously bit my lip, butterflies in my stomach heavily flapping their wings and- his lips pressed up against my own, kissing me slowly and passionately, they were soft, the kiss was wonderful. My other hand came up and grabbed onto his shoulder. His hand caressing my face, his thumb rubbing small circles on my cheek bone. I finally kissed back, I could tell Shawn was taken by surprise. The kiss became more heated and passionate, but we still kept things slow, it was nice of him being respectful and all. Eventually we pulled away, both out of breath, staring into each other's eyes once again. I was speechless, in shock. Both of our cheeks bright pink, he looked adorable. Finally I could say something, "wow, our first kiss in front of trash bags," I mumbled, yet Shawn heard the whole thing and began to laugh with me..

I quickly went up the stairs, over to his door and knocked. Only a few moments later I got a reply. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” Shawn asked, “h-hi,” I stuttered. Shit

#shawn #shawn mendes #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes story

[eddiemylovc]

Cupid’s Choice - Part 1

Pairing: Reddie

Words: 2,583

Other Chapters: Part 2, Part 3

A/N: This was just an idea that I came up with the other day that I needed to write, I only plan on doing a few chapters so it probably won’t be too long.

Summary: Valentine's Day is coming up so Beverly convinces Eddie to sign up for a matchmaking program to help him find a date. He meets Richie and everything that happens after is far from what he expected. (Fake dating au)

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It’s Valentine’s Day in five days and Beverly will not let up on trying to convince Eddie to find a date.

“Come on, it’ll be fun! You, me, Ben, and whatever nice-looking guy decides to come your way.”

Currently they are in Eddie’s room, sitting on his bed, and she is trying to convince Eddie to sign up for this matchmaker program where singles fill out a survey and it matches you up with another single who you meet at a special event so you have a date for Valentine’s Day. Eddie thinks it’s ridiculous.

“Beverly, I’m not signing up for some stupid matchmaker site. Who knows what kind of creeps are on those things looking for god knows what.”

“Pleaseeeee, it’s just for one night. Well, technically two, but the first doesn’t have to count. Come on, live a little!” she pleads.

“No.”

“It’s the same every year for you. You always sit at home by yourself on Valentine’s Day, and I’m left feeling sorry for you while I’m out having fun with Ben.”

“So now you’re guilt tripping me. Gee, thanks. Besides, who says I don’t like sitting at home by myself on Valentine’s Day?” Eddie lies—to some extent.

“I don’t mean it like that, I just think it would be fun if we did something different for a change, like going on a double date. I mean you could just join us, but then you’re left feeling like the third wheel. And what kind of friend would that make me?”

“A generous one for staying out of my love life.”

“You don’t even have a love life. But, if you listen to me, however-”

“Alright, fine! If I sign up for this thing will you finally leave me alone?”

“Yay! Eddie, this is going to be so much fun!” She wraps her arms around Eddie excitedly. “Maybe if you’re lucky enough you’ll finally get a boyfriend!”

Eddie puts an arm around her—less excitedly. “Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves now. I’m only doing this to make you happy, there isn’t going to be any long-term relationship happening anytime soon.”

“Stop being so negative. You never know what could happen—you might even find your soulmate.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and pokes Eddie’s side teasingly. Eddie pushes her away.

“As if those sorts of things exist,” Eddie says, although he would never admit that he does like to wonder sometimes if there really is someone out there, made just for him. "And I highly doubt that my ‘soulmate’” he makes air-quotes with his fingers “would just so happen to be on some matchmaker site.”

“Never doubt the work of Cupid, Eddie,” Beverly says with a wink.

“Whatever. Let’s get this over with I suppose.” Eddie gets up and makes his way over to his desk, and opens his laptop. “What’s the name of the website again?”

“It’s ‘www.cupidschoice.com’.”

“Kill me now,” Eddie says as he types the address into the search bar.

Beverly moves off the bed to hover over Eddie’s shoulder. “And then you just fill out all of your information and answer a few questions. Two days before Valentine’s Day it will email you your match, whom you will be meeting at the event that night.”

“How will I know what they look like?”

“You won’t. Everyone will have name tags and it will all be split up into different age groups. You’re eighteen, so you’ll be in the youngest age group.”

“Great, so I won’t even know if I’m meeting a psychopath or not. I could just be signing up for my death right now,” Eddie says as he begins filling out the information.

“What an optimist you are. Stop worrying, it’s at the Derry town hall and I’ll be on speed-dial, you’ll be fine.”

“Whatever you say, Bev. If I die, this is on you. And—even if he doesn’t turn out to be a psychopath—what if I don’t even like the guy? What if he’s a complete douche?”

“It’s just one date, Eddie—a double date at that. You’ll manage. If anything gets too out of hand, Ben and I will come to your rescue, but I’m positive this will work out. I only want to help you find someone worthy enough of your love, Eddie,” she says with a big smile.

Eddie can see that Beverly really does believe that this will work out. She looks so happy and thrilled that he’s finally putting himself out there. Eddie doesn’t want to destroy her happiness so he stops protesting and sighs as he presses submit on his answers.

I really hope this will be worth it in the end, Eddie thinks.

* * *

(1) unread email from Cupid’s Choice: The results are in!

Eddie stares at the notification on his computer, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He’s almost tempted to grab his inhaler off of his dresser. He doesn’t understand why he’s so nervous. It’s not like he’s waiting to hear the most important news of his life, but then again, it has been a while since Eddie’s been in the dating field.

“Here goes nothing,” he says as he clicks on the email.

Thank you for signing up with Cupid’s Choice! You have been matched with:

Richard Tozier Age: 18 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Interests: Music, comic books, your mom Bio: Richie Tozier is my name, doing Voices is my game. My friends call me Trashmouth, but you can call me anytime. Ha! Looking for someone who’s willing to have a fun time 😊

Congratulations on your match! We look forward to seeing you tonight!

Eddie isn’t sure whether he’s relieved or not. He doesn’t sound like he’s a serial killer, which is a relief, but he doesn’t quite sound all that serious either. Eddie snorts and rolls his eyes at the ‘your mom’ part, and at the cheesy pick-up line.

What am I getting myself into?

Tonight, and one date. That’s all. He can do this. One night of fun with a total stranger and two friends won’t hurt, right? Even if he is an asshole, Eddie never has to see him again after Valentine’s Day if he doesn’t want to, anyways.

Unless he’s a stalker.

Eddie pinches himself.

Stop worrying about every little thing! Like Bev said, you’ll be fine!

Richie sounds like he could be a nice guy, or at least Eddie hopes he is.

Here’s to hoping he’s cute, Eddie finds himself thinking as he calls Beverly to tell her the news.

“Sooo, what’s his name?”

“Richie Tozier.” The name sounds oddly nice coming from Eddie’s mouth. He decides he likes saying it. Richie Tozier.

He’ll never tell Bev this.

“Interesting. Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak. Richie and Eddie. Eddie and Richie. I like it! It has a nice ring to it. You guys already sound like the perfect couple!” she beams.

“I haven’t even met him yet!”

“But you will tonight! I’m so excited for you, Eddie!”

“You’re probably more excited than I am. You should get a load of this dude’s bio.”

“I think you’ll feel better after you meet him. Then the real fun begins on Valentine’s.” Eddie can guess that she’s currently wearing an evil looking smirk.

“Right. Well, I guess I better figure out what I’m going to wear.”

“That’s the spirit! Knock ‘em dead, Eddie.”

“Talk to you later, Bev.”

“Bye, can’t wait to hear all about it!”

Eddie sighs as he hangs up. What is he going to wear? He hopes Richie isn’t one to care too much.

* * *

Eddie decides on wearing jeans and a blue, knitted sweater. Nothing too fancy—this isn’t the actual date after all.

Beverly has just dropped him off at the town hall after picking him up from his house, looking giddy with excitement. Eddie had to tell his mom that he and Beverly were going out to see a movie in order to avoid suspicion. It’s most definitely better for her to not know what he’s actually doing right now.

Eddie enters the hall and looks for his age group. He sees that there is actually quite a bit of people here, ranging from all ages—the youngest being his age.

Richie could be any one of these people.

He spots his age group—18-21—near the back and makes his way over to the table where they give him his name tag.

“Name?”

“Eddie Kaspbrak.”

“ID? We have to confirm your age and identity.”

“Oh, yeah. Here.” Eddie fumbles with his wallet and hands over his ID.

They look it over and check his name off of a list. “Here you go, and here’s the name tag. You’ve been matched with Richie Tozier who, I believe, arrived not too long ago.”

“Great, thank you.” Eddie takes the name tag and sticks it on his chest. He moves over to the side and tries to look through the sea of people for a boy with the name, Richie Tozier.

No luck.

He decides to walk around instead to see if he can find him, when all of a sudden, Eddie turns around as someone walks right into him, causing Eddie to fall on the floor.

Eddie is furious. “Jesus Christ, don’t you have eyes? Watch where you’re fucking going next time.”

“I do have eyes, actually, but they’re pretty shit, however, so that’s why I wear glasses. That’s kind of what they’re for, in case you didn’t know,” a male voice sneers. “Wait… Eddie? Is that you?”

Eddie’s head snaps up at his name. He looks at the boy’s name tag. Standing in front of him is none other than: Richie Tozier.

Richie offers him a hand to help him up. Eddie takes it. “Yeah, well, maybe you should learn how to use them next time.” As Richie pulls him up, Eddie notices how tall he is. He’s got to be at least six feet tall. Although tall, he’s quite lanky as well, but the leather jacket he’s wearing compliments him very well. At the same time, Eddie can’t help but notice how cute he is too.

Well, that’s one good thing at least.

He likes Richie’s messy, dark, curly hair, and the glasses he’s wearing that magnify his dark eyes. Eddie also takes note of the freckles that are scattered across his nose and his cheeks.

Very cute, indeed.

That is, until he opens his mouth.

“So, you’re the famous Eddie Spaghetti! Wow, I’ve really hit the fucking jackpot with this one!”

Living up to the name ‘Trashmouth’ I see.

“Yeah, and how did I get matched up with you? There’s clearly a flaw in the system. And don’t call me that!”

“Ouch. Wish I’d known I’ve been matched up with a clumsy, feisty, little one. Would’ve prepared better.”

“I’m not clumsy. You’re the one who walked into me!”

“I was only eagerly searching for my prince charming, Eds. Now that I’ve found him, he doesn’t seem quite so charming after all. Although, I will admit he’s pretty cute.” Richie winks at Eddie.

Eddie’s stomach flutters at that.

No! You will not give in to his flirting! Stop that!

“Don’t call me that, either! I’m telling you now that I’m only here because my friend made me sign up. She wants me to find a date so I can join her for a double date on Valentine’s Day, and I want to make her happy. And I guess I’m stuck with you for now, so don’t think I’m actually interested in you.”

“Wow, we’ve only just met and you’re already asking me out on a date! Let a man breathe, Eds!” Richie pretends to swoon.

“Forget it. I’ll tell her you didn’t show up or some shit like that. Surely I can find someone better than you—someone less annoying.” Eddie makes his way towards the door.

“Wait!” Richie grabs Eddie’s arm. Eddie looks at Richie’s hand on his arm; a tingling sensation is left where he’s touching him. “Look, you see, I’m not exactly here for the right reasons, either. My ex showed up the other day, begging me for a second chance. She keeps asking me to go out with her on Valentine’s Day and I’ve had enough of it, so I told her I was already seeing someone else, which, was a lie. Long story short, she doesn’t believe me, so she wants proof. I panicked, and I ended up here. It sounds stupid, I know, but just, anything to get her off my back will do.”

“So, it looks like we could both benefit from each other then.”

“Ding, ding, ding! You’re correct!” Richie aims finger guns at him.

“What kind of ‘proof’ is she looking for?”

“Anything that proves I have a new boyfriend or girlfriend. She works at a café downtown—maybe if we go down there tomorrow and act all couple-like in front of her, she’ll finally leave me alone. Then I can join you on this double date on Valentine’s Day. It’s a win-win situation.”

“Basically, what you’re saying, is that now I have to suffer through two dates with you?”

“We don’t ever have to see each other again after this, if you don’t want.” Something in Richie’s voice makes it sound like he doesn’t want to never see Eddie again, but he’ll do whatever it takes to convince Eddie to go on this ‘date’ with him in order to get rid of his ex.

Eddie thinks this over. Richie seems pretty desperate to get rid of his ex, and what harm could it do to help him out while he helps Eddie get Beverly off of his back about finding a date? He supposes it is a win-win situation, besides the fact he’ll have to deal with Richie’s trash mouth for the next two days, and acting like a couple in front of his ex could be interesting.

Eddie find’s himself agreeing. “Fine. It’s a deal.”

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

“Yes! Thank you!”

“On one condition: you don’t call me any more stupid nicknames.”

Richie laughs. “Where’s the fun in that? I can’t promise you that one, Eds.”

“Then the deal’s off,” Eddie jokes. Half-jokes.

Richie sighs. “Fine.” Suddenly, Richie gets down on one knee, grabs Eddie’s hand, and places a hand on his heart. “I solemnly swear to not call you any silly nicknames, or so help me.”

“What are you doing? People are staring.” Richie really is beyond like any other person Eddie has ever met.

A true wonder he is.

“So? Let ‘em stare.” Richie stands up and releases Eddie’s hand. “I guess I’ll pick you up around noon, tomorrow. Oh, here’s my number, by the way.” Richie grabs a pen and a slip of paper from the table and quickly scratches his number down. He hands Eddie the paper.

“Okay. I’ll text you my address.”

“Great, see ya then, Eds.”

Eddie frowns. “You just broke your promise, dumba-”

Eddie is cut off before he can protest any longer by Richie leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Eddie instantly goes bright red, failing to hold back his blush, his heart beating faster.

“Wh-what was t-that for?”

“If we’re going to be the perfect couple we gotta start somewhere, Eds,” he says with a bright, teasing smile. With that, Richie heads out the door, not letting Eddie have the last word.

Eddie stands there with his mouth open.

What did I just agree to?

#i kinda got really excited about this idea oops #reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it 2017 #reddie fanfic #it fanfic #reddie au #mariah writes #*

[richneds-blog]

a little reddie for u all

-when they were about 16 richie and eddie had both decided they wanted to move out of derry, together… they just hadn’t talked to each other about it.

-they had been best friends for fucking ages. eddie sort of fell for Richie when he was 14, and richie did the same.

-days turned into months, which turned into years of Richie tease-flirting with eddie, and the two of them being overly affectionate with each other, not thinking of them being anything more than ‘best friends’

-it wasn’t until bev said anything to Richie that he realised he’d fallen head over heels in love with his best friend.

-they were having a smoke together when she nonchalantly asked ‘so have you kissed him yet?’

-‘sorry, who is it that i’m kissing marsh?’

-‘um, eddie?’

-Richie’s breath hitched mid drag, causing him to start coughing on his cigarette

-‘what the fuck’ *cough* ‘huh?’

-after that Richie paid extra attention to eddie,

-he can’t believe he hadn’t noticed he liked eddie sooner himself. if everyone else had figured it out then maybe eddie had too

-when they were 16, Richie decided that he had enough. he was gonna tell eddie how he felt

-so he had it all planned out. he knew exactly what he was gonna say and how. organised&confident!richie

-you know on one of those nights, (obviously… it cant be reddie w/o Richie climbing thru eddie’s window at one in the morning) Richie carefully climbed through the unlocked window to eddie’s room, trying to be quiet to not wake mrs kaspbrak down the hall

-which of course involved Richie awkwardly pulling himself over the window-sill, tripping over his own feet and making a clatter before carefully pushing himself back up off the floor and sweeping his long curls off his face

-eddie was sitting on his bed shirtless reading a book, his beside lamp turned on, illuminating his face in the most flattering ways

-cue panicking&nervous!richie

-he took one look at eddie and everything he had planned went straight out the window he came in

-rich didn’t even give eddie time to say hello before he just

-“eddie i think im fucking in love with you”

-and eddie was shocked

-obviously not shocked at what he said but at the pure abruptness of it all

-well he was a little bit shocked because jesus Christ Richie likes me back wtfffff wtf wtf WTF

-so he did what any normal human being would do in the middle of an awkward situation

-he just started quietly, kinda psychotically, chuckling to himself

-like quick laughs in between really short breaths

-tbh Richie thought eddie was having an asthma attack

-“ohhhh shit oh shit okay fuck um its okay you don’t need to say anything i knew you wouldn’t feel the same i knew you couldn’t me back its fine, just can we please pretend this never happened ohhhhh fuck why did i do this, it was a bad idea from the beginning, fuck you marsh oh my g”

-eddie was just staring at Richie now, this huge blabbering mess like… what the fuck is going on.

-but Richie wouldn’t stop talking so eddie made his way over and off the bed, walked over to Richie and just put his hand over his mouth so he’d stop talking

-“jesus chee, shut the fuck up would you?”

-and Richie just mumbles an almost incoherent ‘okay’ from underneath eddie’s hand

-“calm down, its fine because i… love you as well”

-and Richie shoulders just un tense x1000 and hes like oh fuck i just embarrassed myself but its okay because eDDIE LIKES ME BACK FUCK YES MOTHERFUCKERS THANK YOU MARSH

-*still mumbling against eddie’s hand* “you do?”

-“yeah, I love you Richie”

-“cool… can i kiss you”

-“sorry what? I couldn’t hear that”

-“can I kiss you?”

-“sorry, hold on” (and just takes his hand off richie’s mouth)

-and as he does Richie just fuckin grabs eddies waist and pulls him into him and just, kisses him.

-and its sweet and its passionate and its everything they both hoped it would be

-and they just melted into each other

-and were both so fucking happy

-when they started dating none of the losers were even surprised, and they all knew every detail of what happened because eddie wouldn’t stop talking about it for the first MONTH

-“and he just went so fucking red and he looked so embarrassed but it was okay because he didn’t know what i knew which was that”

-“you loved him back, yeah we fucking get it eddie. tbh NONE of us are surprised. its been a fucking month now”

-but now fast forward to them STILL dating and they’re just about leaving school, and they both know they wanna get the fuck out of derry

-and when they talk to each other about it they decide they want to move to New York

-they got this cute little apartment in the city  

-and it’s absolutely gorgeous

-the night of moving day, they’re just sitting on a bunch of pillows arranged in the living room, Richie has his arm around eddie’s shoulders and they’re just sitting on the floor. just looking around at all the unpacked boxes around them

-there isn’t any furniture because Richie fucked up the dates they were moving with the moving guys

-“rich are you sure you want to organise the movers for us?”

-“yes eds, i’m sure i can do that. don’t you trust me?”

-there’s this big ass window in their living room/kitchen that looks over the city streets and all the lights from outside are flashing and they’re just cuddling on the floor feeling so content

-and they pull out heaps of pillows and blankets and just create a makeshift bed on the floor, and fall asleep in each others arms, feeling so fucking happy

-over the next few days, they finish unpacking, they have the furniture set up and they begin to decorate here and there

-and everything just feels so… right

-like they’re so happy to have moved out of the hellhole they lived in and just are feeling pure bliss because they can barely believe they managed to end up here living together

-Richie wants to get a ping pong table and put it in the kitchen

-but eddie doesn’t agree with that

-“look eds there’s SOOO much space”

-“Richie we aren’t having a ping pong table in our fucking kitchen”

-one morning when eddie wakes up, he realises that Richie isn’t in bed with him

-he sits up, feeling very confused, until he pulls himself out of bed

-he smells something really delicious and hes just like

-????????

-and walks out to the kitchen to see Richie shirtless, cooking breakfast, softly singing along to a song that’s playing over the radio

-and eddie just smiles to himself because look at my boyfriend, he’s gorgeous

-they’re build pillow forts in the living room and curl up watching movies when it’s raining outside

-“you can never be too old for a pillow fort babe”

-and sometimes Richie falls asleep on eddie’s lap while eddie plays with his hair

-Richie still plays guitar

-sometimes when eddie comes home from uni or work, Richie is already home and he’s sitting in the living room playing and singing

-sometimes he writes songs about eddie which makes eddie absolutely melt

-and when either of them has a bad day, they do whatever they can to make the other relaxed

-like cooking a nice dinner, running them a bath

-when eddie’s stressed or angry, Richie knows he doesn’t want to talk so he’ll give eddie gentle hugs and forehead kisses

-and he’ll play his guitar

-and when richie’s upset or having a bad day, eddie will sit down with him and talk. just talk. about nothing and everything all at once

-and eddie will play with richie’s hair which they both love

-also expect SPONTANIOUS ROMANTIC DINNERS

-like cute candle lit dinners with homemade food

-and even though they’ve been best friends since they were 13, and they know absolutely everything there is to know about each other, they still stay up all night talking about things

-they talk about themselves, or whats happening, how they’re feeling, they talk about deep shit like their fears and what they want for breakfast tomorrow morning

-and sometimes they’ll climb up the fire escape and sit on the roof

-they still see the losers regularly, switching between their place and bill & stan’s

-(YEAH I KNOW IM A SUCKER FOR STENBROUGH)

-bev ended up with ben and they decided they wanted to live in Europe, because its gorgeous there. plus bev has never been to paris,

-mike got a football scholarship at college and is living on campus

-so they don’t see them as much as they see bill and stan

-but all the losers get together in the holidays for thanksgiving, Christmas and new years and it’s just a big fucking party

-because u know what they say,,,,, friends who have shared trauma, stay together!!11!!!1!!

-reddie always orders a shit tonne of take out food because sometimes they’re too tired to cook

-“Richie we can’t have thai for the third night in a row, if i even smell it i reckon i’ll throw up, and i’ll throw up all over your new shirt”

-they have a joint closet in their room and eddie always steals richie’s sweaters because he likes how they’re too big for him, plus they smell of Richie

-and overall they’re just largely in love and they’re happy

-and fuck off IT never returns, stan never takes a bath, eddie never dies and RICHIE AND BILL ARE THE BEST MANS AT EACH OTHER’S WEDDING AND THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER

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