#lonely girl queue are my world

[bengiyo]

Theory of Love Rewatch Ep 12 Stray Thoughts

Last time, Third caught Khai in a compromising moment with Ching Ching and reacted to the betrayal he always expected by trying to hurt Khai back. They had an ugly fight that they both walked away from bloody, and Third ended up cutting off contact with Khai. Khai tried to reach out to Third, but didn't know what to do, so still got the tickets and waited to go on their beach trip. Two sided with Third and decided to skip in solidarity, but Bone didn't know anything that had happened and was dealing with his own shit. Third, realizing Khai thought he'd been abandoned by all of his friends rushed to see him at the train station in a moment that really worked for me this time. Meanwhile, Lynn broke things off with Two who is sorting his feelings for Un. Bone did the mature thing and supported Paan and Gab on their relationship journey.

Khai has come a long way. He is right that no one would believe him about Ching Ching, and it is frustrating to be trapped by your own reputation.

This conversation works really well because Khai is finally attuned to how Third feels. Third has never really wanted Khai to suffer (even if I did), and so Third visibly regrets how hard he pushed Khai away without asking any follow up questions.

"Today is not normal." Well look who finally learned how to talk.

Ep.12 My Dear

It is nice to see this friend group back in equilibrium.

Okay, I was not expecting the grilled chicken to be a whole quarter of a goddamn chicken on a stick.

I like this scene where Khai runs into Jam at the beach. He's always going to be nervous about his relationship history with women now that he knows how it impacted Third. Third also has to wonder what things will look like for him if they break up.

I like the UnTwo scene on its own, but I do think they are the weakest part of this show. I think they're meant to offer additional flavor on long-term pining, but they never really resonate with Khai and Third for me.

Oh, Third, I feel you on all your insecurities about Khai, but you came on this trip. Please try to enjoy it.

Third is so fascinating. It's like watching the second lead throw away victory constantly. I get him. Sometimes you get used to being lonely and hurting. Hope becomes scary because it is so uncertain.

"Khai, don't break my friend's heart." I love you, Two. White is one of my favorite OGs.

I do love how literally Khai is taking this list.

People love to queue. Very egalitarian of these girls to all go in for just one lick on Khai.

The commentary on the romance genre feels unintentional here. Het romance has done a number on queer people letting that inform their understanding. Third and Saengtai come from the same messed up place of thinking someone else should "just know" when these ones won't say what needs to be said.

We didn't think the lighting team because they're still working for this grand gesture.

The audience must be so confused. They can't read these cards.

I'm not personally one for grand gestures like this, but returning the Love, Actually presentation to Third was probably the best way to do this for him.

I'm actually getting so emotional about them starting a production company together and winning an international award together.

It feels right that even together, Khai has to still chase Third a little bit.

I think the core storytelling is actually very strong. I have my own hangups with Khai because I know so many guys like him, and I still question the intent of this story to present this ideal since the Khais of the world are not watching this show. Still, I actually like that this is a story about filmmakers and how the presentation of love has informed their own relationships. It's useful to talk about the romance genre itself and how it has informed romantic identity. I do think the show went a bit far in the Khai Sucks deep end and didn't necessarily pull out of it.

I'll reserve my revised verdict until I watch the special tomorrow, but I am generally feeling like this project is more worthwhile than I did in 2019, though I don't know that this was really written for gay people at all.

This rewatch has been brought to you by @lurkingshan, with support from @waitmyturtles and @neuroticbookworm who often listen to my gripes and intense dislike of Khai and the people in my life he reminds me of. Tagging @twig-tea by request.

#Theory of Love #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

[mossgirrrl]

"Stop being so spiky": Childhood, rejection dysphoria, and people pleasing

There are many things that led me to seek an ADHD diagnosis but rejection dysphoria wasn't one of them. It just wasn't something I related to. That was until I heard a girl on TikTok relating her own experience of rejection dysphoria back to the names her family called her when she was being 'difficult' or emotional in childhood. Then it hit me. Mine was "spiky." Fired at me almost daily as a young teenager, you know, when your self-esteem is probably already at an all-time-low; "spiky" was the most common adjective used to describe my general being. When it's occasionally uttered these days, with the same venom as always, it transports me right back into the tight-chested confusion of that lonely, lonely child. The loneliness of a child who was unknowingly trapped in a world that routinely misunderstood her facial expressions or tone of voice, and refused to offer kinder social queues. I saw "spiky" flash across my brother's face today when I requested half the slice of cake that he'd cut for me. Something in my tone or on my face must have been 'off' because he silently took offence and, assuming that he hadn't heard me, I requested it again. Unreasonable, of course, to mistake silence for mishearing. Despite these occasions, I realise now that, for the most part, I learned to mask. As many girls do; slipping through their safety net only to realise what's happened once they've already dragged themselves a decade or two through adulthood. It wasn't raging hormones or teenage angst that eventually passed, it was the agony of speaking a language no-one else around me did. So I learnt to speak theirs... Kind of. It might be a stretch to say that this masking has led me to putting up with an embarrassing amount of bullshit from romantic interests, but maybe it's not. When faced with apologies or excuses that my gut knows are lies, my brain jumps aboard the gaslighting train and asks, "are you sure you're not crazy for feeling this way?" Sure, it's not normal to lose your grip on reality the second someone changes their tone or rain-checks some plans. But the oxymoron is that, deep down, you know this. And so you bottle it up, time and time again, until you explode into a fit of rage, paranoia, tears, and accusations- seemingly out of the blue. And just for a dollop of extra irony; even if it was originally all in your head, this merry-go-round-from-hell has a way of manifesting your worst fears. My 28th birthday present was an intensified age crisis, and much of that came from mourning 10 years of time wasted, bullets undodged, feelings unexpressed, and marks clawed into closed fists instead of keyed into the paintwork of a certain BMW... All caused by the inability to trust my own emotions. To decipher whether my reactions (or at least the ways that I want to react) are fair or "spiky". So instead; you people please, you say "ok", you walk away quietly rather than advocating for yourself. Or you just don't let yourself get into those situations at all. It's easier to avoid the head-spinning experience of rejection dysphoria by doing just that... Avoiding. The less people you're attached to, the less there are to reject you. Stay busy, keep moving, never let anyone close enough that you'd care if they left or disliked you anyway. It's genius really. Until it happens by accident. And then you push away a chance to shake the loneliness because you never learnt to identify your own emotions- let alone communicate them. Suddenly it all makes sense; the panic attacks because someone hasn't texted you for a while or nights spent sobbing into your pillow because you felt their energy change. Of course, there are other events that probably contributed to the excruciating catch-22 that is a disorganised attachment style. But uncovering the source of my own rejection dysphoria was the last spiky puzzle piece to understanding why even an iota of feeling misunderstood, ignored, or rejected becomes so utterly devastating and isolating. Who knows if I'll ever stop feeling spiky, but I'm one step closer to trying.

#adhd #late diagnosis #disorganized attachment #rejection dysphoria #people pleasing #lonely whale #david hettinger

[coridotmp3]

thanks for the tag, cori! your wip titles are immaculate. I absolutely must know about 99.3 kiss fm, jason sudeikis must pay, and mickey mouse the matchmaker.

:) thank you darling !!

99.3 KISS FM

This one's a college! bob floyd x reader !! bob, reader (nickname: cherry, pronouns: they/them), and various other daggers work the late shift at their college's radio station!! there's just endless amounts of mutual pining, a dash of miscommunication, and so many song references that only i will understand <3

have a little taste:

As the studio filled with the slow strums of “Trust” by Lucy Dacus, you made sure your mic was off before turning to the blob on the couch across from you. 

“Was that still too wordy? I’m really trying to take Penny’s note about brevity to heart but how else am I supposed to fill time?” 

Bob’s eyes shot up from where they had been focused on his laptop, composing his next setlist for the shift after yours. “I don’t think it was wordy but I think your pacing is more of an issue here. You literally said take a breath, but talked too fast to take one yourself. You’ll sound less like you’re rambling if you just slow down, speak with confidence.”

"If I had realized this job would be so stressful, I never would have begged Penny to let me sign up." You pouted, slumping in the desk chair as much as you could without falling off.

“Cherry, you’re fine! It’s not like the 12 people listening to a college radio station are gonna be concerned with your takes between songs. Not when you have the best song queue out of the whole lineup bar one.”

“If that one is you, I’m gonna smack you upside the head, Bo. I’m not listening to a whole night of The Cars, not again.”

“You love The Cars!”

“Yeah, in moderation! Not when I have to hear “My Best Friend’s Girl” eight times in a row at 2 in the morning!”

“I take back every nice thing I’ve ever said about you, obviously you have no taste.”

jason sudeikis must pay aka the hangster sleeping with other people au

two lonely souls in college agree to lose their virginities to each other, only to spend the next ten years having very strained relationships with sex. When they meet again in a sex addicts support group, Jake and Bradley decide to use their renewed friendship to help each other heal. Maybe, in more ways than one. (and also rhett abbott is there because i needed a scapegoat thank you <3)

something to whet your appetite:

"He came through every few weeks on one of his bull riding tours or to meet with vendors. He never stayed more than a night before he went back to her, and I was left with this profound emptiness in his absence.

I let myself get wrapped up in his world. I deluded myself with these fantasies that one day he would stay. All I wanted was for him to stay. I just wanted to be enough for him, so I broke myself apart into something I thought he would want. There's no telling how much of me I lost pursuing that pipe dream.

"Must have been a pretty good pipe to string you along like this for the past ten years."

"Oh shut up, Bradshaw."

"No, I'm serious! What, is it ten inches? Is it made of gold? Can it vibrate? What about him and his magical two foot long dick had you so spellbound?"

mickey mouse the matchmaker

this one is soooooo very self-indulgent. it's bob x mickey's cousin (x reader for now but that is subject to change). BASICALLY, mickey and bob have been good friends since their OCS training in Rhode Island all those years ago. While they were stationed in Newport, Mickey and Bob would go and visit Mickey's cousin while she was in school in Providence. Bob and the cousin got along like a house on fire, but were both too scared to do anything about it (even though mickey knows they both want to). Fast forward a few years, and she moves out to San Diego where the daggers are now stationed. AND WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT, READER NEEDS A PLACE TO LIVE AND BOB HAS AN EXTRA ROOM !! Mickey's masterplan is all coming together

(there's no excerpt for this one because the whole fic is just various one-liners strung together with a wish and a prayer)

CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOUR WIPS DARLING !!!

#hangster #bob floyd x reader #cori.mp3

[morphlingunderscore]

hey I can send you morituro with the bridge again :) Please don't queue this one your URL is long

morituro - of someone who is next or destined to die

The Bridge, being what they were, had been privy to the highs and lows of civilization. All gods had, they are sure, but their case is not so... Complete. Often, the two do not even notice the time passing, until called upon- simply existing in the End, watching its people flutter about, change, spread out. It embarrasses the louder half, the brighter half, that sometimes they forget the other dimensions exist.

And yet, they do see snippets.

Many mundane- a farmer offering a portion of his harvest in exchange for an equal weight of shadowberries, which he had seen in an herbology book and become quite curious about. A girl attempting to barter loose coin for a mostly harmless weapon to beat her little brother senseless with for sticking gum in her hair. A piglin requesting safe passage from his conquests to his home, where another piglin and two young piglets await him.

these, the bridge enjoys. small things, quiet trades. a gift from a friend, not a trade from a god. it lifts their spirits so they are not so lonely.

Some, quite enthralling. A whole village coming together, pooling trinkets with emotional sentiment to trade for a single wither rose, needed to cure one of their own, a small boy that had been cursed cruelly to rot in his bed. A battalion offering the head of slain beast that could bring them many riches, in exchange for the head of a hated enemy.

THESE, THE BRIDGE ENJOYS. IT ROBS THEM OF THEIR BOREDOM. IT BOILS INKY BLOOD IN THEIR VEINS. IT MAKES GODHOOD FEEL RIGHT, FEEL TRUE. IT EXCITES.

And some, too... Horrible. They need not describe the lengths humanity and its brethren will go when desperate- they experience the results more often than not. And yet everytime they are offered an infant, a child, a hated outcast, a necessary sacrifice-- they find themselves appalled that they could be so disrespected, so misunderstood.

A life is intangible. A life holds infinite value, and yet none. A life can be snuffed out, and the world will keep turning. A life can be snuffed out, and many worlds fall.

Somehow, though, they find themselves... Surprised.

A desperate plea for medicine. A family, a village rotting from the inside out. Their elder, half-dead on his feet, and yet standing, staring them down. Arms held wide. Faces stricken around him, but not him.

This, this happens much less frequently.

"Hardly a fair exchange," the old man laughs, and then coughs, rot expelled from his lungs. He doesn't have long. They can see the path before him, and it is very short. "And yet you- cough- you accepted it." He stares at them, eyes sunken and yet bright. He is smiling. "My son said you wouldn't."

"why did he believe we would deny such a request?" the bridge wonders, quiet confusion.

"WHY DID YOU BELIEVE WE WOULD ACCEPT?" THE BRIDGE sneers, loud condescension.

The old man laughs again, weaker still. His breathing is labored, heart hammering faintly in his chest. That he had stood for their appraisal was a miracle. That, or perhaps it was the final nail in his coffin. "I was a priest, you know. Not like all them new-age types, who spend more money on gilded chandeliers than comfortable pews." He stops to breathe, pale, arms struggling to hold his weight. The Bridge does not hesitate to adjust their embrace, shifting to brace his back, letting his tired arms rest.

If anything, it makes his smile grow wider. More knowing.

"So many believe you're neutral in the face of conflict. That whoever offers the highest bid's gonna win the war--"

"THEY ARE CORRECT."

"Hush, no they ain't," he admonishes, amused when their quieter side swats their louder counterpart in retaliation for interrupting. "You're a god, sure, but gods come from people, and people come from gods. If y'all were so simple, none of us down there be so damn complicated."

"that has merit," the bridge concedes, before adding liltingly, "though you may create a schism with that talk."

The old man grins, teeth dark with old blood. Too tired to laugh.

"Yeah, yeah. I say the more the merrier," he dismisses easily. "Point is, I knew it'd work because you hate sacrifices."

"We Do Not Hate," The Bridge retorts in unison.

"You got opinions up in there, no need to deny it to a... To a dead man." Winded, now. His voice grows thick. "Y'hate em. But I'm not a sacrifice, am I?"

"NO."

"you came willingly."

"YOU ARE A GIFT."

"and we, to you."

The old man's grin softens into a smile. It's small and vulnerable on his pale, gaunt face. He looks so terribly kind.

"See?" He rasps, and then coughs. It exhausts him greatly, until he's barely able to hold his head up to watch them. His path is a scant few millimeters, edging like lace. Silhouetting him in gold.

"Tell Sammy... I was right. ...'nd that it's okay th't he was wrong."

"Of Course," they promise solemnly, offering two twin, terrible smiles of their own. "Safe travels lead you to distant shores, old friend. Be seeing you."

"Be..."

But he is already gone.

Time sticks, and stays, and hardens to stone.

The Bridge has seen the highs and lows of civilization.

It would be easier if they did not.

#The Bridge Tag #my writing #ocs #sauce smp #hoooly shit . Ooos . wrote a goddamn short story up in here this ai t a drablle #got possessed

[herbrokenmelodies]

a more aesthetic header coming soon.

it's only business

💰use me and abuse my powers for a price | everything about this is cold. it is a simple transaction, again and again, your character needs a job done and the Siren Song can do it. There are no thank yous, just meets, instruct, enchant, pay and your character is on their way. the little that is shared, the little that anyone else can know.

💰barkeep lend me your ear | rough day? why not have a drink at the abyss? Himiko knows your drink and lends you an ear when needed or tells you a joke to make you laugh. With all the chaos in the world sometimes a drink can help out.

💰dj please don't stop the music. | [coming soon] [reserved]

💰let's talk business... | [coming soon ]

besties, brotps and important to me

✨ i'm only one call away | it's 3am and you need a friend. Himiko is more than likely awake. Even if she can't talk. She'll listen. Anytime that you need a friend. ✨ won't let go of you for nothing|childhood friends | it's been a while. sure you don't as much as you use to, doesn't mean that the friendship just disappears. always there for each other no matter what.

✨ money, money, money | you are a friend, money isn't an issue for himiko. you are besties after all. let her spoil you. but is that really friendship? is it using her and just tolerating her? or could this actually be a real friendship

✨ shots, shots, shots, | drinking buddies? even if your character just chugs down water.

✨ MORE COMING SOON! GIVING ME BESTIE VIBES

lovers, exes and messes

❤️‍🩹 but i bought you flowers; and you let them die | character wanted something serious, from a girl who was never serious to settle down. it can only end in heartache and lonely paths.

❤️‍🩹  i want you as a dream: not the reality | friends with benefits | between the sheets is the only language they speak. there is no longer, just lust and longing. the moment one of them tries to be tender, it out of the sheets and moments of silence until needed again.

❤️‍🩹  ooh there is a stranger in my bed | one night stand?

❤️‍🩹 | MORE TO COME

bad blood and no love

⚠️  banned from the club | for some mission or reason, you messed up Abyss, and your character is not footing the bill for the prissy Himiko. Each time you talk it is always bought up, bitterness and sarcasm.

⚠️  more to come!

mundane, mishaps and misadventures

⚡️  crying in the club hey, hey, hey | queue crying in the club, maybe in toilets, outside smoking, one character emotionally over baring, something serious, something mundane, sharing with a drunk stranger. just met at a low and had the deepest conversation with a stranger and maybe something more grows here.

⚡️ And that is how me and Wongers became besties | basically this scenes from she-hulk [x] just Himiko and character who are chilling and vibing away from the madness . an unlikely pairing but just get each other.

⚡️ Madam....this is a wendies... | Himiko is a bit of party girl and sometimes it gets a little out of hand and she wakes up places that she shouldn't. Queue how they met, was it annoying? Was it something instagramable? Was it a worry? A new friendship? You tell me!

#wanted connections #just dm on here or discord #honestly for all dynamics

[barbwritesstuff]

Top 5 TV series!

I forgot I put that 'top five' thing into my queue and wasn't sure what prompted this message until I scrolled back through my blog.

Thanks for the ask, anon! I hope you're ready for some unpopular (and very dated) picks.*

5. Art Attack

Look, I was a lonely kid. For much of my childhood it was just me and my brother... and this very keen British man who taught me how to turn scrap paper, paint, and foil into my own spaceship cockpit. Ideas from this show allowed me to decorate my room as a kid, got me through high school art class, and saved my arse several times when I was a kindergarten teacher in South Korea.

One of the best informational programmes ever made. They should bring it back.

4. Air Crash Investigation

I'm sorry. I know it's cheap. I know it's tacky. I know all that. But I love this show. I love learning about and solving mysteries that aren't murders (sorry Sherlock), and the terrible acting makes it so much better. I can't watch this show with people, because I always try to guess the cause of the crash before the end of the episode and yell it out... and I don't know anything about planes to I'm usually very wrong.

Example:

Me: "It's the bulkhead! Check the bulkhead, you fools!"

Voice over: "The investigators check the bulkhead, but find nothing."

Me: "Yes! Because it's clearly the wings, like I've been saying all along."

3. Justice League Animated Series

I got into this series really late. I'd just moved out of home for the first time to go to film school and was having a hard time making friends. I don't know how it happened, but I somehow ended up watching the entirety of the DC Animated Universe during that time, which is impressive, because internet was expensive and terrible where I was living, so I had to go to the library, download episodes, and walk the 45 minutes home carrying my massive old laptop. It was a feat, but it was worth it. This show did what the Avengers couldn't, made me love superheroes.

2. Yu-Gi-Oh!

When I was 12 I was the best Yugioh player in my school. Sure, it wasn't a big school, and not everyone was into the game, but it was still a big deal for me, especially as I was also the only girl who played. The game has since evolved way beyond my skill level, but at the time, I was a god among mortals. 12 year old mortals, but still. I got up early every morning to see the latest episode, and then I went to school ready to d-d-d-d-duel.

Xena: Warrior Princess

I'm sorry. This show is just so nostalgic for me. For a while, I grew up on a farm with no actual TV signal, but we did have old VHS recordings of Xena and I watched it religiously. Lucy Lawless is amazing and this show is forever the best thing to come out of the 90s (and I say that while also, myself, being a product of the 90s). It has:

Monsters

Magic

Mayhem

Queer Love (not explicitly stated, but this wasn't queerbaiting, this was censorship, they were a couple by the mid point of the series, they just couldn't say it, so instead they made a lot of unsubtle sex jokes and came up with obscure reasons why they always had to kiss to save the world).

Aotearoa (New Zealand is the most beautiful place on the planet, I'm sorry if you disagree, you are wrong).

Tonal whiplash (not just between episodes, but sometimes in the same episode, and it was wild)

One very horny vampire episode

Xena can sometimes fly without any explanation

They met an early reincarnation of Jesus and he was a conman living in India?

You know that scene where Character A gets hurt and Character B goes absolutely feral? This.

Leather bikinis and ninja kicks except it's ancient Greece, maybe

The musical episode was the best episode

They fight on ladders a lot and I just think that's neat

*Disclaimer: I am into more modern and normal things but I'm in a nostalgic mood, so these are the things you get to hear about today.

#tv shows #top 5

[tvstarkuma-a]

I posted 1,258 times in 2022

That's 1,258 more posts than 2021!

511 posts created (41%)

747 posts reblogged (59%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@bishonenprince

@tacitusauxilium

@oraclememehacker

@eris-the-phantom-thief

@aeniqmata

I tagged 1,128 of my posts in 2022

Only 10% of my posts had no tags

#like a queue come true - 307 posts

#out-of-bear-suit - 167 posts

#v: not alone anymore - 133 posts

#teddie answers - 120 posts

#bearutiful self - 57 posts

#promo~ - 55 posts

#teddie musings - 54 posts

#anonymous - 53 posts

#v: a home to protect - 36 posts

#headcanons - 34 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#((i'm imagining teddie mopping himself into a corner and being unable to leave since he doesn't want to step on the wet floor he made

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

@tacitusauxilium​

Last Golden Week was one Teddie wasn’t soon to forget. Sure, there was another supernatural case and a fight to save the world, but that wasn’t important right now. What mattered is that Teddie got lots of new friends! The Shadow Operatives were filled with so many elegant yet kind people. There’s sexy Mit-chan, non-human Persona-users like him Ai-chan and Labby-chan, beautiful Yuka-chan, gentle Fuu-chan, the half-naked Akky, and the rest of the team. By the time everyone left, the poor bear already felt a bit of loneliness creep in. Sensei going back to the city didn’t help either. Oh well, these feelings are all a part of life, too. 

“Maybe I should go to Okina today...?” He mumbled to himself, “No! Only sad, lonely people go to the movies alone!” His head shook at its own suggestion. 

On days that Teddie didn’t have any shifts at Junes and his friends were at school, he tended to wander around town a bit until something caught his eye. If he’s lucky, one of the nice housewives stop him for food and gossip. What a kind group of ladies! 

“Hmm?” Something different caught Teddie’s attention. It was a white dress that wasn’t anything like the girls in the team wore. Wait! Could it be?! 

“FUU-CHAN!” It was difficult to ignore the screams of a running bear. 

24 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

#4

@bishonenprince​

“Hey! I remember you from Junes!” A small blue bear with a red and white outfit of some kind has run up to Sora. There was something familiar about this bear’s energy and mannerisms. In fact, that high-pitched voice was a bit similar to a certain blonde retail worker. 

“How are you enjoying the town of Inaba so far? You said you were new, right?” He walked a half circle around Sora before finally staying stationary for now. Yup, Teddie has confirmed that this brunette still had that odd yet cool sense of fashion. 

24 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

#3

You all know the drill by now, so let’s cut to the chase! Please like this post to give me permission to do the following: 

Send unprompted asks to your muse(s)

Write random starters (both prompted and unprompted and of varying lengths)

Tag your muse(s) for dash games and stuff that reminds me of them

Jump into your IM’s for plotting/shipping/HC’s 

Mention your muse(s) in other threads 

And more! 

24 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

#2

☆ Independent RP blog for Teddie from Persona 4 

☆ Low to Medium Activity 

☆ Crossover & OC friendly 

About // Rules // Verses // Interest Checker // Permanent Starter Call

Promo credit: @softmortem

38 notes - Posted August 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I noticed that there's a terrible lack of bears on your dash so let's fix that, shall we?

Please reblog/like if you're interested in interacting with Teddie from Persona 4. Crossovers and OC's are bear-y welcome. I have a full-time job so there will be spots of low-activity, but I still love this character with all my heart. I've been here since 2012 and I'm glad to be back for more!

40 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #long post #((A review of this blog's first half year))

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I posted 1,021 times in 2022

That's 141 more posts than 2021!

8 posts created (1%)

1,013 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 669 of my posts in 2022

Only 34% of my posts had no tags

#celiaverse - 151 posts

#a marked queue - 146 posts

#jonsa - 85 posts

#jonsa fic - 82 posts

#house of the dragon - 48 posts

#hotd - 42 posts

#family duty honor - 40 posts

#celia tully - 39 posts

#jaime lannister x oc - 37 posts

#jaime lannister - 37 posts

Longest Tag: 122 characters

#because the targaryens have been preaching that they are different thanks to king jaeharys for like 70 years at this point

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The Marks of Running Ink pt.89

The Walking Dead [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Negan x Tory Miller (ofc)

Summary: Peace had a way to be boring and exciting at once, for Tory Miller, it was lonely until it was not. Her life was about taking it slow, one day at a time.  

Warnings: SLOW BURN, angst, swearing, death, violence, fluff, hurt/comfort, child endangerment, general trauma, drama, mentions of infidelity and polygamy, general lack or morals, mentions of nudity, graphic sexual scenes (nsfw), mentions of blood, apocalyptic world. As always, I don’t want to give the story away in the tags, read at your own risk.

Author’s note: If you haven't read chapter 88, you should, I'm updating the last three chapters at once. This is the official ending of The Marks of Running Ink, but a short epilogue comes after with major warnings. Thank you so much for being here.

•••   •••   •••

Peace

Alexandria, VA.

She was waiting for him outside the cell.

A little, wry smile on her lips as she set her eyes on him.

"Hey, old man," she greeted him.

"I'm your father's age, Tory."

"And I call him old too."

He chuckled and she did too.

"What now?"

She made a gesture for him to follow.

"We go home."

Negan had not been or felt at home in so many years. He'd lost the people he considered home, over and over, but now he was being offered another chance, probably the last one. The summer breeze was kind, fall would come soon enough, considering the color of the leaves.

"There will be rules, Negan, important rules to follow," Victoria told him as they walked. He was in no hurry, and she didn't seem to be in a hurry either. "I have a child."

He stopped, frozen, right in the middle of the street, his feet glued to the dusty asphalt.

"A child?"

Tory looked at him and nodded.

"You said that you and the good doc–"

"She isn't Rhodes' kid," his soulmate interrupted.

He blinked, feeling like a fool as he did, watching Victoria as she looked at him.

"Her name is Ella," his soulmate said. "Ella Henry Jones."

"You gave a girl a boy's name?" He asked, not hating it.

"I thought I would die, you know? No epidurals at the end of the world, Negan. Lots of blood, I was stupidly scared."

He laughed and was finally able to move again.

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#4

The Marks of Running Ink pt. 88

The Walking Dead [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Negan x Tory Miller (ofc)

Summary: Peace had a way to be boring and exciting at once, for Tory Miller, it was lonely until it was not. Her life was about taking it slow, one day at a time.  

Warnings: SLOW BURN, angst, swearing, death, violence, fluff, hurt/comfort, child endangerment, general trauma, drama, mentions of infidelity and polygamy, general lack or morals, mentions of nudity, graphic sexual scenes (nsfw), mentions of blood, apocalyptic world. As always, I don’t want to give the story away in the tags, read at your own risk.

Author’s note: I thought I'd never finish this story, but I guess it's time to close this chapter of my writing life. I hope you'll enjoy it. Much love to you, who helped me get here.

•••   •••   •••

Peace

Alexandria, VA.

The children were running free again.

Tory smiled and sat down on the steps, on the spot that she was wearing down after almost a decade… Even when her Dad was alive, Tory had sat down on the same spot. God, some things never changed.

“Mama!” her eyes turned up from the book she had on her lap. Ella had come up all the way to the bottom of the stairs, her tiny hands were full of tomatoes.

Again.

“Did you raid another garden, Peanut?” she asked, wondering who she’d have to apologize to later in the day or in the morning.

“No, mama, Vera!”

Ah.

“Aunt Vera, Peanut,” she told her daughter, knowing her words would fall in tiny, deaf ears. 

Her daughter nodded with a radiant toothy smile that was eerily similar to her father’s smile, making Tory’s heart ache. Standing up, she set her book down and went to her little girl’s side.

“Should we make some tomato sauce, Peanut?” she asked her little girl, knowing she wouldn’t say no. Tory had been planning on making sauce for a few days now, she had been gathering the jars to boil and the spices to use. She had Carol’s homemade pasta recipe too. 

“Yes!” the tomatoes fell from her hands and Tory sighed. “Are we gonna give some to Luc and Martha?”

“Yeah, Peanut, we will.” Good Lord, she needed to break Ella’s habit of calling the adults by their given names, then again, she didn’t have much interaction with the children in Alexandria, who weren’t many either, despite Vera and Chase moving to Alexandria after the whole Whisperers debacle.

“Come on, Ella, let’s get these tomatoes crushed.” 

At times, Tory missed Gabriel and the sort of camaraderie they had formed when he had lived under her roof. They would never see eye to eye in certain things, but they were friends, even if not the best of friends.

"Mama, are you going to tell me about Papa again?"

She chuckled at her little girl and nodded.

"Of course, Peanut. He was the biggest jerk I ever met."

Her little girl giggled at her words and Tory smiled, knowing she would get that reaction no matter what. Sometimes, Tory dreamed of a different outcome, she dreamed of a different life. She wondered the what ifs of a life where the dead never rose. 

Maybe one day, she would grow out of it.

"That's a bad word, Mama."

"It is, but the word I was thinking about is worse, Ellie."

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#3

All for you, every time

Joanna Lannister knew things. She liked knowing things, as did all of her siblings, they were like that -according to her father- thanks to their mother. She had certainties and one of them was that she was in love. There was absolutely no way she'd ever reveal such feelings. Absolutely not.

@fromtheboundlesssea

For FDH Week 2022

Prompt: Oct-18—Favourite Ceime Child.

It's technically October 18 since eighteen minutes ago my time. I hope you enjoy it.

There are so many time skips, lol.

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#2

●●Masterlist●●

The Walking Dead

The Marks of Running Ink (AO3)

So it goes

The tiny tomato

Far from my arms: One, Two, Three

The silence around it

The only way that I can be

From the Raise Hell and TMoRI universe: Both sides now

A Song of Ice and Fire

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My #1 post of 2022

I say this with all my love @fromtheboundlesssea

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #calling you out seems to be my best trait in tumblr boundless

[rye-views]

Gossip Girl. Season 4. 7.3/10

I would not recommend this show/season to my friends. I wouldn't rewatch this season.

Omg Karlie Kloss.

I like the monkeys on Milo's wallpaper. I love Dan and Blair's love for movies. I like how much Blaire seems to have grown.

So many people became irrelevant this season. e.g. Rufus, Vanessa.

lmaoo Nate and Dan playing Red Dead. lmao at Blair's resume.

I cried so much at how much people didn't believe Serena and just like the treatment from thinking it's suicide is horrible imo.

I was slightly feeling like Blair should just end up with the prince.

I honestly don't like Ben. He's so like extreme and can't pick who he is as a person. Are you evil or are you humble? Are you entitled or what? It's amazing how villainous people can be. Chuck's reaction to Blair rejecting him is disgusting. It's also amazing how you can just make innocent people into villains. I feel like Charlie is so weird. Russell is all kinds of messed up.

Kinda sad that Dan's nickname is lonely boy.

Memorable Quotes: "Home doesn't exist until we're there." "Live dangerously." "But it wouldn't be my world without you in it." "As they say, adapt or die." "May you rest in peace." "We're nothing more than enemies with benefits." "KBB can't get me to talk. Chuck Bass has no chance." "Our time is not that valuable." "In the New Year, we resolve to do things we've only dreamed of doing and not to do other things ever again." "The fact that you were willfully ignorant is supposed to make me feel better?" "When you do things that betray who you are, it can become very difficult to recognize yourself." "If you really want something, you don't stop for anyone or anything until you get it." "Lucky for us, their road to Heaven leads straight through hell." "Will wonders never cease?" "'Dinner tonight?' 'Room service.'" "What are you doing in my queue?" "Be a great man instead of always being a good boy."

#gossip girl #season 4 #television #show #series #review #commentary #rye-views #7.3

[ashwayssunny]

dennis reynolds can’t even peel his own apples and uproxx thinks he’s out here peeling off people’s skin

#iasip #it’s always sunny in philadelphia #dennis reynolds #uhhhh #murder tw #i guess???? #i’m not sure how to tag that uwu #anyway yes i just have so many question for people who actually think he’s a serial killer #the man is a mess #he is many problematic things #but he literally doesn’t have the stomach to be a killer #he’s a baby who wants to be with his friends all the time in their bar #an absolute manchild #text post #personal #lonely girl queue are my world

[blackbat05]

Hero

Frank Castle x Reader

A/N: First Frank Castle fic! Frank and reader are neighbors, reader is an elementary school teacher and requests help from Frank that leads to just more than an ordinary Friday. Feedback is appreciated as always!🙇🏽‍♀️

Genre: PG-13

Warnings/Notes: Fight sequences, blood, profanities. Usage of O/C characters.

***

He had no idea what he was doing here.

Sometimes, the world had the most funniest ideas that involved screwing him inside out.

Here, stood Frank Castle. In front of a class of third graders, sitting in their tiny plastic chairs, eyes wide open in anticipation.

Would he rather go to war?

‘Hi!’

Frank turns around to see you, the next door neighbor hurrying towards him with your own basket of clean laundry.

‘Looks like it’s laundry day for you too huh?’ You tried to make conversation. He nods numbly, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of his neighbor that was the absolute polar opposite of him.

‘Yeah, got a few stains. Here and there.’ Frank mumbles, not wanting to scare you about the exact nature of the “stains”.

‘Damn, they can be a real pain in the ass,’ you laughed, unaware of the strange effect you had on him. ‘Well, I wouldn’t want to hold you up any longer but could I ask you for a favor?’ You see an unreadable expression on his face.

‘You can say no if you’re not comfortable.’ You quickly added for good measure, not wanting to pressure your neighbor.

But he was never going to say no when it came to you.

‘Alright class, you can ask questions but one at a time.’ You emphasized, giving a quick thumbs up to him while the little ones weren’t looking.

To Frank’s surprise, the kids had posed rather insightful questions that made him think about his time in the military. But it was a little girl with purple framed glasses that would make this day at an elementary school memorable.

‘My grandpa was a soldier like you Mister. He went to Vietnam,’ she tells Frank. ‘Grandma tells me that he still gets a lot of nightmares. How can I help him to get better?’

Your breath gets caught in your throat, prepared to step in as you see Frank tense up.

‘Well…’ The man ponders, wondering how he should proceed. ‘Nightmares are always scary when you have to face them alone… but if you’re together… you won’t feel as scared.’

She takes it in, nodding thoughtfully. ‘Grandma always spends time with Grandpa.’

As you see Frank starting to slip into another world, you take that as you queue to step in. Quickly getting things into order, you reminded your students to thank today’s special guest for their time before dismissing them.

You could tell that the kids were growing attached to Frank despite his intimidating appearance to most grown adults. Filing out of class, some kids had stopped to give him hugs. It was adorable really, seeing Frank bend down to return the warm hugs.

If you dared say so yourself, he needed these hugs from the young ones.

Returning to your table, you see Frank glancing in the direction where the same girl was sitting, waiting for you expectantly.

‘Uh, seems like we have a lone straggler.’

‘Oh no, Madam Wu and her husband are helping out at a veteran support group every Friday. I offered to look after Tammy, spend the evenings with her.’ You filled him in on the specifics. ‘Would you like to join us for dinner? We’re having pizza today.’

Despite the tempting offer to spend more time with you, he felt wrong intruding on your shared time with little Tammy. Before he could give a polite rejection, Tammy speaks up, eyes sparkling.

‘Oooh! Can Mister Castle join us? Please? Pleaseeeee.’

His heart skips a beat, hearing you chuckle. It was almost like the girl was your own flesh and blood.

‘It’s the least I could do after asking you for this huge favor.’ You reasoned with him. ‘Besides, Tammy has a tendency to order a bit too much food. And I won’t take no for an answer.’

A cute kid. A pretty neighbor. How could he say no to that?

***

‘How was dinner Tammy?’ The three of you exited the diner, the girl striding to keep up with Frank’s big steps.

‘It was yummy!’ She gave a thumbs up. ‘Can Mister Frank come with us again next week?’ Tammy instinctively reaches for his hand.

‘Of course kiddo,’ his large hands hold her tiny ones. He could get used to this bit of normalcy in his life.

Thank you, you mouth to him. He gives you a quick wink before turning his attention back to Tammy who was animatedly telling him about the strawberry soda she had earlier.

Although he only knew the kid for less than a day, Tammy had found a way into his heart. Just like you did. The young girl reminded him too much of his daughter. Perhaps Frank didn’t know it, but they were more alike in more ways than one.

‘Tammy lost her parents when she was just a toddler. Car accident.’ You tell Frank sadly while Tammy was out of sight.

‘Thank god her grandparents gave her so much love. Especially Mr Wu. He’s going through things of his own, but he wouldn’t stop talking about his granddaughter.’

Walking past a pharmacy, Frank realizes that he should probably stock up on his bandages that were slowly depleting at home.

‘Hey, I gotta get some supplies. Mind if you give me a minute?’

‘Of course. We’ll be waiting here, do what you need.’ Frank enters the store, feet directing him to the section filled with first aid necessities. Not like it wasn’t his first rodeo. No more, no less. He makes his way to the counter, not wanting to leave the two of you outside on a street like Hell’s Kitchen.

Why did his gut feeling always had to be right?

***

While you waited for Frank, the two of you kept yourselves entertained with a piece of paper and pen, playing tic-tac-toe.

Honestly, you weren’t sure what was up with this neighborhood and people not being able to take a hint.

A heavyset male stumbles across, movement erratic. He’s clearly drunk and you’re more worried about Tammy seeing this rather than anything else. Still, you tried to keep calm. It wouldn’t be long till Frank was out.

‘Hey gorgeous! Where you goin?’ He slurs the last few words out, eyes nearly rolling backwards. You bring Tammy closer towards you, attempting to ignore him.

Tammy tenses up, shifting closer to you. ‘Miss L/N…’

‘Don’t be scared girlie!’ The drunkard waves his arms aggressively. ‘I’m not a scary man!’ He then leers at you. ‘How about I show you a good time?’

That’s it. You had enough. Standing up, you were about to tell him to fuck off in the nicest way possible while Tammy was still there when the door opens, the cold air rushing onto the streets.

Frank stands behind you, looking murderous. It took him his entire willpower not to bash the man’s skull into the concrete with a young kid there. He didn’t know how he did it at that time, but he had never been so calm in his life.

‘Y/N. Could you get me an extra box of these bandages?’ He passes you the bag, referring to the boxes inside. ‘Take your time. Oh and I forgot the sweets for Tammy.’

Confused, you could only nod, taking your student along with you inside the pharmacy. As the door shuts behind you, Frank descends on the unsuspecting man, dragging him to the alley behind the shop.

‘Try that shit one more time and I promise you won’t be walking after tonight.’ He growls, hands firmly on his collar.

‘Whatcha- do about it huhh? None of your business if I want to give that lady a good f- ARGHHH!’

Frank has dislocated both knee caps in under ten seconds. Squatting down to face the whimpering man, he repeats the threat again.

‘I told you.’

Getting out of the alley, he sees you and Tammy waiting for him outside the shop.

‘Is the scary man gone?’ Tammy stands behind you, eyes darting around. ‘Did you tell him to go away?’

‘Yeah, I did.’ Frank ruffles her hair. ‘No need to be scared now kiddo.’

***

‘Ah, this is Tammy’s.’ The three of you finally arrived at a three-story apartment. ‘Looks like Mr and Mrs Wu are back home too.’

‘I’ll wait here, you can drop her off.’

‘What? No don’t be silly, they’ll like to meet you too!’ You held his hand, leading him towards the apartment.

The old couple had embraced Frank warmly. Perhaps it was the common bond of being military men, Frank had immediately started conversation with Mr Wu while you chatted with Mrs Wu.

‘Marine eh?’

‘Yes sir.’

The older man smiles, ‘Harold will do son. Seems like Tammy enjoyed her time today.’

Catching wind of the conversation, Tammy runs towards the sofa in record time, plopping her tiny frame beside Frank.

‘Yeah! Mister Castle beat the bad guys! Told them to go away!’

‘Did he now?’ Mrs Wu walks slowly to the sofa, with you at her side. ‘Thank you for spending time with Tammy today.’

Frank had beat you to it, ‘Pleasure’s all ours. Tammy’s a sweet girl. Thank you sir for serving the country.’

The older man freezes in his tracks and that’s when he knew that this had meant a lot to him.

‘We shouldn’t hold you up any longer,’ you stood up along with Frank. ‘Enjoy your weekend and see you at school on Monday Tammy!’

Less than fifty meters from the entrance of the apartment building, you hear a voice calling for you. You see Tammy running as fast as she can, carrying a shopping bag.

‘Miss L/N!’

She skids to a stop, getting back her breath. ‘Grandma says to give this to you and Mister Castle Chinese New Year cookies that she made herself.’

You look into the bag, seeing one red box. Cheeks heating up, you were determined not to look at Frank’s reaction.

‘Oh! And I bought some more plasters for you!’ She walks over to Frank, tossing a box into his hands. You had to bite your lips to prevent yourself from grinning. Taking a closer look, Frank sees that the colorful box was a plaster that had cute cartoons as its design. It looked like… an egg?

‘Be careful and don’t get injured okay?’

Frank hugs the little girl, a rush of emotions flooding in. He can’t say much or maybe he’s just afraid of shedding a tear or two.

Continuing the journey back home, Frank decides to ask the question that was on his mind since he agreed to help out today.

‘Y/N…’

‘Yeah? You can take the cookies if you like,’ you responded absentmindedly. ‘I think the guys would like them.’

‘Nah, you take them. I’ll drop by sometime to try them out.’

A moment of silence passes through.

‘Y/N. If it’s ok with you, I would like to join you and Tammy from now on.’ You take a double take at him.

‘It doesn’t mean anything. I mean… Tammy stays in the back lanes… can get dangerous for you and her at night. If you want to that is… you don’t-’

‘I think Tammy would love that. And so do I.’

Frank does his best to not show his excitement, keeping his best poker face. ‘Really? That’s great.’

You nod shyly, processing the past few minutes. Finally, the two of you reached the corridors before going in separate ways.

‘Thank you for today Frank. Remember to take care of that bruise ok?’ You pointed, referring to the injury on his knuckle that he used on the man earlier. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’ You waved him goodbye, shutting the door.

You felt like a giddy school girl that had the best time of her life. What made it better was that Frank had reciprocate your feelings back.

When he had first moved in as your next door neighbor, a lot of people had misunderstood him due to his appearance. You were glad that you had made that conversation for the first time.

He was so much more than neighbor’s gossips made him out to be. He was a good man.

A hero.

Yes, you will aware that a certain someone was following you when you had late nights at work. And no, he did not try to be discreet about it.

Today was no different. He had readily put himself in front of you and Tammy, no questions asked.

Slipping into bed, you see the screen of your phone light up.

Frank had sent you a picture of the egg patterned plaster looking quite out of place on his large and bruised hand. A message is attached along with the photo:

‘Treated.’

You snorted. This man was truly something else.

Responding back with your own message, you pulled your blankets close to you, thinking about today’s events.

Who knew that the grumpy man next door had many layers to discover? And you were the one to slowly uncover his different side?

Best of all? This was only the beginning.

***

A/N: As usual my endings can be sh*t but I thought of this in the shower and I just had to get it out? Hope you enjoyed it?😆 Points to you if you realized Tammy gave Frank gudetama plasters!🥰

#frank castle x reader #frank castle #frank castle x reader fluff

[flameo-hotman]

,,,,,, weren't you going to go to sleep?

I did but I left my queue running. I dreamt I had gotten my hands on a box set of Atla but it was different than normal because this one had like twenty seasons and I watched them all.

The first couple seasons were dedicated to different Avatars. The first book was Wan and a more in-depth look at his life. Stezo dealing with politics and being the coolest dude ever. (He was aroace in my dream, and as such will be in any fic I write of him.)

Then there was Yangchen and that one was from the perspective of her sky bison Singling. It was melancholy because Singling saw how lonely Yangchen felt as the Avatar. How with each mission as Avatar Yangchen fell deeper and deeper into a depression.

Then there was Kuruk and the time he spent with his friends. The way they began to drift and the steady build up to him trying to track down Father Glow Worm. I think for this one my brain really just was pulling from the Kyoshi novels. The season finally of course was the fight between him and Father Glow Worm.

Then there was Kyoshi and her battle against Chin the Conqueror. At one point she needed information and so she snuck into the base that he was using as his headquarters. She in this episode pretended to be a normal serving girl and like she was applying for a job. Her ruse worked and she was able to get in and start looking for the info but got caught by another serving girl who decided to Allie herself with Kyoshi and went back to Yokoya with Kyoshi and become the first Kyoshi Warrior.

Then there was Roku and his life before he learned he was the Avatar. It focused on his friendship with Sozin and how it bordered on more at times but that Sozin would carefully allude to his feelings for Roku saying things like “I would give you my nation if you would but just ask but there are things for which I may never give freely” and “to caress your hair is the greatest temptation and yet the memory would haunt me for the rest of my days, so it would be better still to cut my hand from my person.” But Roku was straight and had no gaydar whatsoever. But also Sozin didn’t start the war because of his crush on his friend, but instead made comments during their childhood that foreshadowed what he would later go on to do. Comments that showed how he thought everyone was beneath him and Roku.

And then there was Aang and his adventures before he went into the ice and the friends he had in all the different nations. Then it switched to the childhoods of the Gaang before the show and then the show itself with added episodes. Then the comics with added content. And then we start to get into the later lives of the Gaang.

Some of the post war stuff with the Gaang was funny fluff and some stuff was dark and I would love to write fics about both. But there was this one season where Ozai had escaped prison with the aid of a dark spirit who granted him a twisted form of his previous bending and there was some sort of buffer that was keeping everyone in the Fire Nation from leaving well also keeping people from getting in.

Azula ended up siding with Zuko because Ozai was granted the ability to absorb other people’s bending by this dark spirit and he’d started by stealing Azula’s bending and she wanted it back.

In the end Zuko, Azula , and the Kyoshi Warriors were able to put a stop to Ozai and undo what had been done. They needed to travel into the spirit world and find the dark spirit and tried to fight it. And it turned out that there was a way to curry favor with it by selling some of their memories to the thing.

For each memory they sold to the spirit they would buy a day of peace from it. And so each of them sold a handful of memories buying themselves what they thought would be a couple of weeks. During which they were planning on contacting the rest of the Gaang and seeing if there was a more permanent solution. But they didn’t realize that the spirit would only be collecting payment from one of them and so when they got back to the human world and the first day of peace was had they realized something was wrong.

Zuko as it turned out was the one who payment had been collected from and when they asked him if they should also write to his uncle Zuko seemed confused. He didn’t remember having an uncle. In fact he had forgotten multiple people. (It had some flwogb vibes during this part tbh and hey love flwogb so I didn’t mind one but.)

They went to the gardens after Suki sent out the letters and Zuko asked when they got turtleducks in the pond which was deeply unsettling considering how much he loves those turtleducks. In her letter she didn’t mention the lost memories but only that something had gone wrong and they needed help with a dark spirit.

When the Gaang and Iroh arrived they were taken aside and privately told about what had happened and how they weren’t sure what all Zuko may not remember anymore.

Turned out that Zuko had forgotten who Iroh, Toph, his mom, the turtle ducks, and Sokka were. Also he didn’t seem to remember Appa or Momo.

The Gaang was able to defeat the dark spirit and get Zuko’s memories back. And I am highly tempted to write this season as a fic because of how much I loved it.

Anyways that was a pretty neat dream and high key I want that box set lol

#flameo-hotman #ask the hotman #anon #long post

[shirbertshitposts]

10 Shirbert Moments from Anne of Green Gables series I think about a lot

In honor of Valentines Day I thought I would post a list of some of my favorite Anne and Gilbert moments. It was hard to narrow it to just ten as I have been going through all nine books and trying to queue posts about all their iconic moments through the series; However I decided to pick the ones that I remember even when I haven’t read the books in a while. I didn’t have the heart to rank them properly so they’re just listed in chronological order.

1. His future must be worthy of its goddess

In the twilight Anne sauntered down to the Dryad’s Bubble and saw Gilbert Blythe coming down through the dusky Haunted Wood. She had a sudden realization that Gilbert was a schoolboy no longer. And how manly he looked—the tall, frank-faced fellow, with the clear, straightforward eyes and the broad shoulders. Anne thought Gilbert was a very handsome lad, even though he didn’t look at all like her ideal man. She and Diana had long ago decided what kind of a man they admired and their tastes seemed exactly similar. He must be very tall and distinguished looking, with melancholy, inscrutable eyes, and a melting, sympathetic voice. There was nothing either melancholy or inscrutable in Gilbert’s physiognomy, but of course that didn’t matter in friendship!

Gilbert stretched himself out on the ferns beside the Bubble and looked approvingly at Anne. If Gilbert had been asked to describe his ideal woman the description would have answered point for point to Anne, even to those seven tiny freckles whose obnoxious presence still continued to vex her soul. Gilbert was as yet little more than a boy; but a boy has his dreams as have others, and in Gilbert’s future there was always a girl with big, limpid gray eyes, and a face as fine and delicate as a flower. He had made up his mind, also, that his future must be worthy of its goddess. Even in quiet Avonlea there were temptations to be met and faced. White Sands youth were a rather “fast” set, and Gilbert was popular wherever he went. But he meant to keep himself worthy of Anne’s friendship and perhaps some distant day her love; and he watched over word and thought and deed as jealously as if her clear eyes were to pass in judgment on it. She held over him the unconscious influence that every girl, whose ideals are high and pure, wields over her friends; an influence which would endure as long as she was faithful to those ideals and which she would as certainly lose if she were ever false to them. In Gilbert’s eyes Anne’s greatest charm was the fact that she never stooped to the petty practices of so many of the Avonlea girls—the small jealousies, the little deceits and rivalries, the palpable bids for favor. Anne held herself apart from all this, not consciously or of design, but simply because anything of the sort was utterly foreign to her transparent, impulsive nature, crystal clear in its motives and aspirations.

-- Chapter XIX, Anne of Avonlea

2. For the first time her eyes faltered under Gilbert’s gaze

“What are you thinking of, Anne?” asked Gilbert, coming down the walk. He had left his horse and buggy out at the road.

“Of Miss Lavendar and Mr. Irving,” answered Anne dreamily. “Isn’t it beautiful to think how everything has turned out . . . how they have come together again after all the years of separation and misunderstanding?”

“Yes, it’s beautiful,” said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne’s uplifted face, “but wouldn’t it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been NO separation or misunderstanding . . . if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?”

For a moment Anne’s heart fluttered queerly and for the first time her eyes faltered under Gilbert’s gaze and a rosy flush stained the paleness of her face. It was as if a veil that had hung before her inner consciousness had been lifted, giving to her view a revelation of unsuspected feelings and realities. Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

Then the veil dropped again; but the Anne who walked up the dark lane was not quite the same Anne who had driven gaily down it the evening before. The page of girlhood had been turned, as by an unseen finger, and the page of womanhood was before her with all its charm and mystery, its pain and gladness.

Gilbert wisely said nothing more; but in his silence he read the history of the next four years in the light of Anne’s remembered blush. Four years of earnest, happy work . . . and then the guerdon of a useful knowledge gained and a sweet heart won.

-- Chapter XXX, Anne of Avonlea

3. I just want YOU

“I have a dream,” he said slowly. “I persist in dreaming it, although it has often seemed to me that it could never come true. I dream of a home with a hearth-fire in it, a cat and dog, the footsteps of friends—and YOU!”

Anne wanted to speak but she could find no words. Happiness was breaking over her like a wave. It almost frightened her.

“I asked you a question over two years ago, Anne. If I ask it again today will you give me a different answer?”

Still Anne could not speak. But she lifted her eyes, shining with all the love-rapture of countless generations, and looked into his for a moment. He wanted no other answer.

They lingered in the old garden until twilight, sweet as dusk in Eden must have been, crept over it. There was so much to talk over and recall—things said and done and heard and thought and felt and misunderstood.

“I thought you loved Christine Stuart,” Anne told him, as reproachfully as if she had not given him every reason to suppose that she loved Roy Gardner.

Gilbert laughed boyishly.

“Christine was engaged to somebody in her home town. I knew it and she knew I knew it. When her brother graduated he told me his sister was coming to Kingsport the next winter to take music, and asked me if I would look after her a bit, as she knew no one and would be very lonely. So I did. And then I liked Christine for her own sake. She is one of the nicest girls I’ve ever known. I knew college gossip credited us with being in love with each other. I didn’t care. Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else—there never could be anybody else for me but you. I’ve loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.”

“I don’t see how you could keep on loving me when I was such a little fool,” said Anne.

“Well, I tried to stop,” said Gilbert frankly, “not because I thought you what you call yourself, but because I felt sure there was no chance for me after Gardner came on the scene. But I couldn’t—and I can’t tell you, either, what it’s meant to me these two years to believe you were going to marry him, and be told every week by some busybody that your engagement was on the point of being announced. I believed it until one blessed day when I was sitting up after the fever. I got a letter from Phil Gordon—Phil Blake, rather—in which she told me there was really nothing between you and Roy, and advised me to ‘try again.’ Well, the doctor was amazed at my rapid recovery after that.”

Anne laughed—then shivered.

“I can never forget the night I thought you were dying, Gilbert. Oh, I knew—I KNEW then—and I thought it was too late.”

“But it wasn’t, sweetheart. Oh, Anne, this makes up for everything, doesn’t it? Let’s resolve to keep this day sacred to perfect beauty all our lives for the gift it has given us.”

“It’s the birthday of our happiness,” said Anne softly. “I’ve always loved this old garden of Hester Gray’s, and now it will be dearer than ever.”

“But I’ll have to ask you to wait a long time, Anne,” said Gilbert sadly. “It will be three years before I’ll finish my medical course. And even then there will be no diamond sunbursts and marble halls.”

Anne laughed.

“I don’t want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want YOU. You see I’m quite as shameless as Phil about it. Sunbursts and marble halls may be all very well, but there is more ‘scope for imagination’ without them. And as for the waiting, that doesn’t matter. We’ll just be happy, waiting and working for each other—and dreaming. Oh, dreams will be very sweet now.”

Gilbert drew her close to him and kissed her. Then they walked home together in the dusk, crowned king and queen in the bridal realm of love, along winding paths fringed with the sweetest flowers that ever bloomed, and over haunted meadows where winds of hope and memory blew.

-- Chapter XLI, Anne of the Island

4. Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you.

"Gilbert darling, don't let's ever be afraid of things. It's such dreadful slavery. Let's be daring and adventurous and expectant. Let's dance to meet life and all it can bring to us, even if it brings scads of trouble and typhoid and twins!"

Today has been a day dropped out of June into April. The snow is all gone and the fawn meadows and golden hills just sing of spring. I know I heard Pan piping in the little green hollow in my maple bush and my Storm King was bannered with the airiest of purple hazes. We've had a great deal of rain lately and I've loved sitting in my tower in the still, wet hours of the spring twilights. But tonight is a gusty, hurrying night . . . even the clouds racing over the sky are in a hurry and the moonlight that gushes out between them is in a hurry to flood the world.

"Suppose, Gilbert, we were walking hand in hand down one of the long roads in Avonlea tonight!"

Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you. You don't think it's irreverent, do you? But then, you're not a minister."

-- Chapter 9, Anne of Windy Poplars

5. Suitable Places

"(Are you sure you kiss me in suitable places, Gilbert? I'm afraid Mrs. Gibson would think the nape of the neck, for instance, most unsuitable.)”

-- Chapter 12, Anne of Windy Poplars

6. He narrowly escaped bursting with pride

"Anne, this is Captain Boyd. Captain Boyd, my wife."

It was the first time Gilbert had said "my wife" to anybody but Anne, and he narrowly escaped bursting with the pride of it. The old captain held out a sinewy hand to Anne; they smiled at each other and were friends from that moment. Kindred spirit flashed recognition to kindred spirit.

-- Chapter 6, Anne’s House of Dreams

7. Queen of my heart and life and home

"Gilbert, would you like my hair better if it were like Leslie's?" she asked wistfully.

"I wouldn't have your hair any color but just what it is for the world," said Gilbert, with one or two convincing accompaniments.

You wouldn't be ANNE if you had golden hair—or hair of any color but"—

"Red," said Anne, with gloomy satisfaction.

"Yes, red—to give warmth to that milk-white skin and those shining gray-green eyes of yours. Golden hair wouldn't suit you at all Queen Anne—MY Queen Anne—queen of my heart and life and home."

"Then you may admire Leslie's all you like," said Anne magnanimously.”

-Chapter 12, Anne’s House of Dreams

8.  Annest of Annes

But the best of all was when Gilbert came to her, as she stood at her window, watching a fog creeping in from the sea, over the moonlit dunes and the harbour, right into the long narrow valley upon which Ingleside looked down and in which nestled the village of Glen St. Mary.

"To come back at the end of a hard day and find you! Are you happy, Annest of Annes?"

"Happy!" Anne bent to sniff a vaseful of apple blossoms Jem had set on her dressing-table. She felt surrounded and encompassed by love. "Gilbert dear, it's been lovely to be Anne of Green Gables again for a week, but it's a hundred times lovelier to come back and be Anne of Ingleside."

-- Chapter 3, Anne of Ingleside

9. I couldn’t live without you

Anne felt like a released bird . . . she was flying again. Gilbert's arms were around her . . . his eyes were looking into hers in the moonlight.

"You do love me, Gilbert? I'm not just a habit with you? You haven't said you loved me for so long."

"My dear, dear love! I didn't think you needed words to know that. I couldn't live without you. Always you give me strength. There's a verse somewhere in the Bible that is meant for you . . . 'She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.'"

Life which had seemed so grey and foolish a few moments before was golden and rose and splendidly rainbowed again. The diamond pendant slipped to the floor, unheeded for the moment. It was beautiful . . . but there were so many things lovelier . . . confidence and peace and delightful work . . . laughter and kindness . . . that old safe feeling of a sure love.

"Oh, if we could keep this moment for ever, Gilbert!"

"We're going to have some moments. It's time we had a second honeymoon. Anne, there's going to be a big medical congress in London next February. We're going to it . . . and after it we'll see a bit of the Old World. There's a holiday coming to us. We'll be nothing but lovers again . . . it will be just like being married over again. You haven't been like yourself for a long time. ("So he had noticed.") You're tired and overworked . . . you need a change. ("You too, dearest. I've been so horribly blind.") I'm not going to have it cast up to me that doctors' wives never get a pill. We'll come back rested and fresh, with our sense of humour completely restored. Well, try your pendant on and let's get to bed. I'm half dead for sleep . . . haven't had a decent night's sleep for weeks, what with twins and worry over Mrs. Garrow."

--Chapter 41, Anne of Ingleside

10. Old love light

DR. BLYTHE:- “The old, old love light that was kindled so many years ago in Avonlea ... and burns yet, Anne ... at least for me.” 

ANNE:- “And for me, too. And will burn forever, Gilbert.” 

-- Page 189, The Blythes Are Quoted

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[jinxfirebolt18902]

Shameless Flirting - JJ Maybank One Shot

Words: 1.428

Warnings: swearing

Pairing: JJ Maybank x kook female!reader

A/N / Summary: back in January I found a request on someone else’s post that read: “The death squad Top, Rafe and Kelce with the reader/oc. She’s a kook  girl version of JJ and it’s just her and and JJ shamelessly flirting with each other (neither pogues or kooks like that) but”. So I guess that’s it. Got a part 2 in drafts.

(pic not mine)

—Take a picture, it’ll last longer bae.

She smiled winningly at him as Topper rolled his eyes and walked away towards Kelce. —Oh yeah? But then what would I do with a picture of you?

—Well, you know, whenever you get lonely at night —she playfully hit him. —Shut up JJ.

—You could also use it as your lock screen. —he winked and smirked.

She half laughed and replied —Yeah, I bet you’d love that.

—Oh, you should totally do it.

John B called JJ’s name from where he sat with Kie and Pope on the beach. Charlotte quickly took her chance and snapped a picture of him from her angle, a little behind him. The photograph showed JJ nonchalantly leaning against the wooden structure she was sitting on, only the upper half of his body with his grey tank top and his usual hat. His neck with a few strands of blonde hair could be seen as well as only a part of his face, which was looking at John B. It was very aesthetic, the sun was close to setting so the sky was turning darker with different colours including orange, contrasting with JJ’s grey shirt but also highlighting his blonde hairs and tanned skin.

The sound of her camera phone taking the picture made him spin his head to look at her and ignore John B as he gave her a seducing smile. She laughed and then dropped her body to her feet. —Go mister, the public awaits. —she lingeringly kissed his cheek on purpose to tease him as she always did before turning on her heels and head towards her friends. He stood there for half a second just to get out of her effect and went with his friends as well.

—Finally Charles! Rafe was about to go pick you up. —Kelce told you as Rafe nodded in agreement next to him.

—Sorry guys, but here I am, all for yourselves boys! —she smiled and tried to ease the tension Rafe and especially Topper felt due to her flirting with the Pogue they hated the most.

JJ kind of experienced a similar situation with his own crew. Kie not even looking at him, Pope was wearing an expression of disgust and John B was trying his best to hold his tongue. JJ took a beer can and ignored his friends’ dislike of his flirting with the second Kook they despised most, the first one being Rafe.

-x-

Sarah and Rafe had agreed for once to throw a pool party together when their dad and Rose left a few days for business. This meant although the majority of the guests would be Kooks, on Sarah’s behalf there would also be a certain Pogue crew as well as some Tourons of course.

—Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! —Rafe, Top and Kelce boosted Charlotte as she downed the drink being poured into the beer bong funnel.

—Wohooo! Damn that was nice! —She exclaimed as she cleaned the drops falling down her chin with the back of her hand.

Rafe threw an arm over her shoulders —This is our girl boys! —she grabbed the hand that hung over her right shoulder as she laughed.

—Told you this one was a keeper! —Topper added.

JJ had been watching her chug and interact with the three men. To be honest he didn’t want to come. Although the whole group tried their best to avoid Kooks, JJ was particularly reluctant to party at the Kook kingdom. Only after Sarah ensured they’d be safe they all agreed to go. Under Sarah and Kiara’s wing, they would be okay. At least as long as John B or JJ didn’t start a fight.

—JJ! —Kie’s voice brought his attention back to their conversation. He gulped his beer down and laughed at Pope’s anecdote.

A few meters away Charlotte heard a peculiar laugh that captured her interest and so she directed her look at the blonde. She couldn’t stop a smile that didn’t go unnoticed by Rafe.

An hour later she was sitting at the pool’s edge with her legs in the water as she listened to Kelce tell a story about his last trip to Costa Rica.

—Yo guys, I’ll be right back, gotta pee. Someone wants a drink? —she asked.

—I’ve got us an Appleton hidden at the top of the bookshelf near the stairs, bring it. —Rafe spoke.

—An Appleton? Uuh fancy —she moved her eyebrows up and down quickly making him laugh.

When she saw the queue to get in the bathroom downstair she didn’t waste a second deciding to go to the one next to Rafe’s bedroom. As she was opening the white door she heard someone clearing their throat. She looked up and found a rather provoking JJ resting his back on a wall. Immediately a mischievous smile appeared on her face.

—Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in… —he rolled his eyes and took a step towards her, circling his right arm around her waist to bring her closer and leave a tender kiss on her cheek. Caught by surprise, she felt blood rushing to her cheeks at the unexpected greeting. Such reaction only made the boy more confident, letting go of her to give her a beguiling smile.

—Whatcha doin’ up here gorgeous? —a more serious look on his face now.

—Oh nothing, just gotta use the bathroom. What about you though? What are you doing up here? Doesn’t seem like your comfort zone, you know, away from your gang and in the enemy’s territory… —she winked.

—Not gonna lie, I was looking for something good to drink.

—Up here?

He grimaced. —No secret that the rich hide their best collections. —he lifted his shoulders and pouted, not giving a care in the world about voicing his bad intentions.

She smiled and nodded. —Okay then, good luck on your treasure hunt, I’m gonna go to the toilet now. —she turned to the door but stopped before going in, she spoke once again —Oh and, if you want my advice, I’d look into bookshelves.

He watched her disappear into the tiled room and kept looking for a bottle worth stealing. By the time she came out he was already standing in front of the bathroom door with a bottle attached to his lips.

She raised an eyebrow at her sight. —I see you’ve been successful on your hunt. —she walked to stand next to him and grabbed the bottle to put it in her mouth. He watched her attentively, not being able to stop himself from staring at her every move. His eyes set on the way her lips embraced the bottle spout, on the movement of her throat as she swallowed the liquid and on the tip of her pink tongue licking her lips when she finished. She turned to him and softly closed his mouth with her hand.

—Careful, you’re drooling babe. —with that she left down the stairs to reunite with her group.

As she was looking for the Appleton, she felt Rafe’s voice behind her, startling her.

—What took you so long? —Sorry, I run into someone.

Just as she finished her sentence JJ passed by and sent a defiant glare at the Cameron. The latter set a deathly glare on him as well and mumbled. —Of course you fucking did.

—Actually, I don’t think dirty pogues like you are welcomed in my party. —Rafe stood in front of JJ threateningly. Maybank, being no coward, bit his lip and prepared himself to fight. Before anything else happened, Charlotte stepped between them facing her friend. —Oookay, no need to get heated now, right?

The two boys seemed to be in a staring contest, angry expressions and slightly agitated breathings on both of them. She put a hand on Rafe’s shoulder trying to get him to focus on her and not on the blonde. —C’mon dude, lets go outside and drink this bad boy, I know you wanna. —she tried to lighten the mood but failed miserably. Magically, her silent pleas for Sarah or any of JJ friends to come help her became true as Sarah walked in on the three, getting a hold of the situation immediately.

—Rafe cut it, we talked about this. —Rafe looked at her sister and huffed. Sarah hurried to grab JJ’s hand to take him away from his death. Once they were a few feet away Charlotte grabbed Rafe’s hand and tugged to stop him from looking at Maybank and go back to the pool to keep drinking.

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[gifted-burnout-archive]

Driving Home For Christmas

Word Count: 3.8K+

Author’s Note: we’re back bitches, and with new stories every day until the 25th!! and we had to start with our favourite star herself, julie molina, because of course! i loved writing this, we love brother alex, we love having last names for the fucking characters!!!

Pairings: julie x reader - brother!alex mercer x reader - willie x alex

Warnings: fluffiness!!

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The Mercer children hated spending their Christmas holidays in Aspen. In fact, there wasn’t anything the siblings hated more.

The luxurious ski resort cabin certainly had charms: the hot tub on the porch, the on demand hot chocolate, the fast passes to get on the slopes ahead of the general public, and that was all before you got to the world renowned chef, Portia, that was on-call twenty four hours of the day, seven days a week, able to make whatever their hearts desired. Anyone else might have thought the resort, covered in snow and holiday decorations, like a scene from one of those Hallmark Christmas movies that are always just on in December, was the perfect winter wonderland, and the sort of place anyone would die to spend the end of their year.

But Alex and Y/N Mercer didn’t hate Aspen; they hated their passively-homophobic parents and extended family that always showed up to ruin the festive cheer. Whether it was by berating the heir to the family fortune about his boyfriend back home in California; or their consistent pestering of Alex’s younger sister Y/N about when the girl would find herself a decent, upstanding boyfriend, like she hadn’t spent her entire childhood until the last year stuck in an array of all girls’ boarding schools across the great United States.

With the pros of the cabin weighed out by the con of their family, it came to be that on Christmas Eve the brother and sister sat amongst the slow-moving traffic on some interstate between the Colorado ski lodge and home, in sunny California, already ten hours into their drive.

“I still can’t believe… Dad is going to kill us, you know?” Alex said, swaying along to the song playing softly from the beaten up car’s stereo, his knees pulls up to his chest thanks to the bags that sat in the footwell. The car was overflowing, a mixture of luggage and gifts for those waiting on the other side of the sunshine state’s border.

Whatever snow adorned the old red car roof had been melted away the closer they got to the coast, the driver more and more grateful with every slow passing mile that she had saved up to buy her own mode of transportation. She hadn’t followed in her older brother’s footsteps of taking dad up on the offer of a car: the high-tech monstrosity Alex drove around Los Angeles was the sort of car that would be shut down remotely if stolen: Y/N’s car could barely get a radio signal.

“Dad will kill me; he needs you to complete some masterplan. Wanna theorise about what private institution he’ll send me to next?” Y/N asked with a smile to her older brother, the pair sharing a laugh in the glow of red brake lights.

Their relationship had always been easy: Alex was his little sister’s best friend, and he hers. Whether that was because money led to lonely children, or because they genuinely enjoyed each other’s company beyond their sibling obligations, the pair didn’t bother to find out. They were close, and that was what mattered to them.

“He’s running out of them now, you know. How many was it before you convinced him Los Felix was the answer to all your problems?” Alex asked with a raised eyebrow and smirk, leaning an elbow on the central divider of the tiny car, avoiding the sharp edge of a ski blade to tease his sister with a knowing look. “Was it seventeen or-”

“Twenty-four… I made a point to average it out to one every four months or so. Keeps mom and dad on their toes, makes the disappointment even more apparent when I show up on the doorstep again.” Y/N cut in, correcting her brother, the blonde boy taking her free hand and squeezing it.

“At least we keep disappointing them together…” He offered as words of solace, their hands breaking apart upon the movement of traffic, red lights dimming as the cars began rolling forward at a steady pace. “Thank you, Smalls… For this whole thing.” The nickname he used so often rang in Y/N’s ears and made her smile.

Her brother meant the words, she knew it: he had pleaded with their parents before they left to stay in California, with Reggie or Julie or Luke, but the mention of his bandmates had ended the conversation and turned it into their dad reprimanding Alex for his ‘fanciful’ mindset. The drummer never stood a chance against the united front that was their parents: they knew he wanted to stay for Willie, of course he did: the two had been planning their Christmas vacation together since Halloween, dates to the ice rink at Santa Monica Mall, to the university for lectures, to the movies to catch old Christmas movies on the silver screen. Half the reason their parents had forced Aspen onto the kids once again was because Alex had found his person, and Willie found Alex, and Mr and Mrs Mercer would do a fair amount to convince the general public, themselves, and Alex that he wasn’t gay.

The other half was because Y/N was pretty sure she had found her person too.

“Don’t sweat it, Alex.” She shrugged, moving up a gear as the traffic finally began to move towards an expected speed for the freeway. “Hearing mom and dad shout at us once they sober up enough to realise we’re gone? Priceless.” She let a regular smirk rest on her lips, indicating to take the upcoming turnoff, hopeful she might hit easy driving instead of the stop and start. The sun was setting before them, the sky painted shades of yellow and orange and pink and purple into the deep blue of the encroaching night, despite the time on her car dashboard only reading 16:42. It would be gone within the next few minutes, and the driver switched on her headlights in response.

“Alexander Washington Mercer! How dare you defy me in such a way: you know better than to follow your little sister so blindly!” Alex yelled into the cramped space, impersonating their father with the gruff voice the man in question used, like he constantly had a cough in his throat he couldn’t dislodge.

“Y/N Y/M/N Mercer! I expected better from a young lady of your fine standing! How are we meant to find you a good husband if you run off with your brother like you haven’t a care in the world?” IT was Y/N’s turn to impersonate a parent: the shrill shriek of their mother, Y/N raising a hand a messing with the locket around her neck the same way their mother fiddled with her pearls when she was distressed. The two shared a look through their chuckles.

“It’s just a phase!” They said in chorus, the line their parents most often used in arguments against either of the pair. The laughter died away with the words, both letting out a soft, melancholic sighs, and falling into a comfortable silence. They were just skirting the outside of Las Vegas, Nevada, with at least another six hours of driving left by the state of the road, Y/N joining the back of another queue of cars all headed somewhere.

“Driving home for Christmas. Oh, I can't wait to see those faces, I'm driving home for Christmas, yea. Well I'm moving down that line. And it's been so long, but I will be there. I sing this song to pass the time away. Driving in my car, driving home for Christmas…” Alex turned the volume dial, letting the song play out, beginning to sway along to the radio once again, humming a harmony line over Chris Rea’s raspy lyrics.

Y/N always like that: that her big brother was so musical. She had spent so long away form him, at every other boarding school in the country, she forgot how talented Alex was sometimes. IT was only getting to see him and his band perform the year before that she really clicked to her brother’s undeniable star power, and that ability was shared amongst his friends. But it wasn’t just his talent that made Y/N happy, but that fact that she never saw her brother happier than when he was performing with his ‘other’ family.

In truth, they were hers too… One of them was why she was racing home so eagerly, why she had masterminded the entire escape for her and Alex. Neither of them would have been able to survive another minute with the monsters they unfortunately call relatives.

By the time they had passed Las Vegas and were closing in on the California border, the dashboard read 19.53. The countless games of ‘eye-spy’ and ‘would you rather’ grew old quickly, replaced for an hour by Alex reading out the pages of the closest book they could scavenge amongst the piles of presents and luggage, one of Y/N’s art textbooks. That then turned onto Alex recovering his drumsticks, tapping and singing along with the radio as Christmas song after Christmas song played.

“Smalls, what if we don’t make it?” Alex posed the question for the first time that night, and Y/N was honestly shocked it took her big brother so long to reach his usual state of worry. “What if we drove all this way and we don’t make it in time?”

“Relax, Alex, honestly… Look, we’ll get there when we get there. No-one even knows we’re coming, it’ll be fun, a surprise!” Y/N suggested, stopping herself for continuing to press down on her car horn, honking in anger at the dude who just cut in front of them. “Fucking asshole.” She muttered, looking back to her brother to be met with a face of surprise.

“How is it that I am always labelled the emotional one?” The question made Y/N smile, reaching over and patting on the blonde locks atop her brother’s head.

“Because rage isn’t emotion, it’s power.” Y/N quoted their dad again, putting on the gruff voice Alex had portrayed hours before, letting her neck roll and crack out air pockets once the words hung in the air. “With your little bandmates, it may not be true, but in this car? It most certainly is.” She reminded turning her eyes back to the road and putting the car back in gear to drive, following the car in front as the traffic began to move again.

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“You know, I never thought church would be that fun! Is it always like that, or do they just ram up the wow factor for the holidays?” Reggie asked as he followed close on the footsteps of the Molina family, Luke to his right as he received glances from those surrounding him. “What?! I’m not exactly the person you’d expect to head on over to midnight mass every year, dude.” Reggie defended, Ray unlocking the front door of the house before turning around and placing a hand on the bassist’s shoulder.

“Well, we were glad to have you along with us, Reggie. Glad to have you for the holiday too, both of you, in fact.” Ray opened the statement to Luke, whose eyes darted up and were followed by a bright grin.

“Glad to be here, Mr Molina.” The guitarist responded with a dashing smile before rushing inside, his destination quite certainly the fridge, where Carlos was already searching for snacks before bed.

The Molina family had kept the tradition of midnight mass ever since Julie was little, a chance for some spiritual connection to the holiday season as well as familial. That year, with the Peters and Pattersons off on a Bahama cruise, Ray had welcomed Julie’s best friends and bandmates with open arms. The only thing that would have made it better was the Mercer kids.

It seemed to be why, while the boys all gravitated to chocolate chip cookies and warm milk before bed, Julie had idled over to the window, her eyes drifting out into the front yard, searching for someone who wasn’t going to show up.

“Mija…” Ray said softly, watching his daughter from across the room, a soft smile tracing his lips as she let out a yawn. “Mija, you should be going to sleep. Papá Noel won’t deliver his gifts if you stay awake all night staring out a window.”

“But dad…”

“I know it sucks, honey, but we’ll see them at New Years, right? And tomorrow we’ll have Flynn’s family and tía and Willie all over for food.” Ray reminded, and Julie let out a sigh, finally diverting her eyes from the window and up to her dad, his hand outstretched for her to take. She took it, and Ray lifted his daughter to her feet and into a hug. “I love you sweetie, now go get ready for bed. I have to round up your friends before they eat all the food in the house.”

With that, Julie gave up on the sliver of hop she had held for that night, shuffling up the stairs somewhat defeated. She knew it wouldn’t happen, in the back of her head she knew it wouldn’t happen, but she had really hoped Alex and Y/N would just show up, out of the blue, and surprise them all by spending Christmas back home, with them, with her. Of course, Mr and Mrs Mercer were far from nice people, far from unwealthy people: the idea of their kids spending Christmas at the Molinas was probably something they flat out refused to even think about.

It didn’t take long for Julie to get into her Christmas-themed pyjamas and brush her teeth, tying her hair into braids and tidying them back with a cap for the night: her night time routine was one she knew well, and was efficient in doing. Her makeup washed its way down the bathroom sink, her glasses perched themselves onto the slight dents the pads had carved into the sides of her nose, her blue monster slippers kept her feet warm as she shuffled back to her room and into her bed. She tried to focus on the better parts of the day: of making gingerbread houses and rehearsing Christmas songs with the guys, of putting up the final decorations on the tree in the living room while trying to avoid her father’s cries of anguish over another badly wrapped present from the other room.

But she couldn’t help but think about how much better it would have been had Alex been banging on his drumkit, how much happier he would have felt spending Christmas Eve with Y/N by her side…

The thought had Julie grabbing at her nearest pillow, squeezing it under crossed arms as she scrunched her eyes shut and willed sleep to come. At least if she slept, she wouldn’t be thinking about Alex and Y/N being trapped with their not-so-nice family in some snowed in cabin in some mid-west mountains, not consciously anyway.

tap.

A noise, one Julie excused as a creak of the house floorboards or a falling branch from the tree outside, seemed to echo in her near silent room, save the girl’s breathing.

tap.

This time, Julie’s eyes darted open, though she refused to move. Two was a coincidence, there were plenty of explanations for two almost identical sounding taps spaced apart almost perfectly.

“JULIE!” A loud whisper sounded from outside the girl’s window.

Now, that wasn’t coincidence.

The girl jumped out of bed, rushing over to her window in a blur of sequined candy cane pyjamas, muddling with the latch on her window before opening it up wide to the chill of LA winter air, her eyes darting across the grounds below to find the source of the noise. A part of her wondered if she might be dreaming, if it might have all been the saddest and happy dreams because she’d wake up any moment and the sight would be gone.

But there they stood, Alex and Y/N, in her driveway, the latter’s car parked behind them and looking like it most certainly drove for nineteen hours straight.

“Dad!” Julie called back into the house, the smile on her face brighter than any of the Christmas lights Y/N had seen on their drive through the residential district. “Dad, we have some extra guests.” She finished, her calls waking Carlos, Luke and Reggie in the process of alerting Ray, the windows of the house suddenly lighting up and the household woke for good news.

With a final grin out the window, Julie disappeared from Y/N’s sight, to no doubt meet her and Alex by the front door, and the pit in her stomach Y/N had tried to ignore for the entire car journey from Colorado seemed to only get bigger, louder, more persistent, now they had finally arrived back in California, in LA, at the Molinas. She had initially pinned the feeling to adrenaline from disoberying her parents, from packing up her car and driving almost a full day to arrive three states west of her original destination.

Looking at the house’s front porch, a muddle of Christmas gifts in both her and her brother’s hands, Y/N came to the conclusion that the pit wasn’t because of leaving Aspen: it was because of arriving in LA.

“I’m not going to ask how you made it or why you are here, but we are happy to see you all the same.” Ray’s kindly tone and words brought Y/N from her thoughts, blinking away the haze to find the door now open, Alex, Reggie and Luke in a tight embrace with presents scattered over the driveway, and Ray standing in front of her with Carlos by his side. “I would suggest one of you text your parents’ that you are safe though.” He added with a chuckle, opening his arms for Y/N to rush into, the pair embracing in a tight hug.

“Nice to be home, Mr Molina.” She replied with a smile as the pair broke apart, only for Alex to take the next slot of hugging Julie’s literal, and the four other teens’ figurative, dad.

“I made up the spare room just in case, you know. Julie’s request.” Ray added, gesturing with a thumb back to the front door, forcing Y/N’s eyes to follow.

She was so beautiful, every time Y/N saw Julie Molina her breath escaped her body, her limbs became heavy, her mind fogged: her heart began beating at a pace too fast for her body and her lips lost any real words.

“I thought you’d be in Aspen until the day after Boxing Day.” Julie said with a shy smile, the five guys in the front yard glancing amongst themselves before Carlos cleared his throat.

“I think we should put the presents under the tree!” The ten year old declared, scooping up some of Alex’s dropped gifts and marching inside, prompting Ray and Luke to do the same. Alex rans back to the car, retrieving the last straggler gifts from the car’s back seat while Reggie relieved Y/N of the stacks of presents in her own hands, save one. The two teens shared a smile, Reggie going the extra mile to pass on a wink of good luck to the younger Mercer before the bassist and drummer both disappeared into the house, leaving Julie and Y/N alone.

“I uh, I made a decision… A decision to kidnap my brother and drive a day across country.” Y/N managed to get the words out without too much difficulty, trying to get over the cotton mouth she was experiencing. “Because I didn’t want to spend the holidays without the people I love most.” She added, finally reconnecting her leg movements to her brain and walking across the driveway to meet Julie at the foot of the porch steps.

“Without the people you love most?” Julie questioned, taking a step closer, the girls standing toe to toe, Julie looking up at Y/N with doe eyes that could melt diamonds.

“Without the girl I love most.” Y/N corrected herself, tucking the small gift box she held into her back pocket. The words were seemingly sufficient enough in hello, as Julie launched herself onto her girlfriend, their lips crashing together in sweet harmony for the first time in weeks, thanks to the Mercer parents.

Y/N’s hands cupped Julie’s face as they shared in the sweet, intimate moment, Julie’s hands pulling Y/N closer by her t-shirt. Their lips colliding was the action required to dissipate that pit in Y/N’s stomach completely, her senses in overdrive finally being close to her girlfriend again. The smell of Julie’s perfume, the minty taste of toothpaste still on her lips, her glasses brushing against Y/N’s cheek. For Julie, it was much the same experience: the kiss made her head spin, overcome by the smell of Y/N’s car air freshener and the taste of red vines on her lips.

The pair broke apart after a few moments, their foreheads pressing together as peaceful silence washed over them, the cool breeze counteracted by the red heat that had risen to both girls’ cheeks.

“I wouldn’t want to spend Christmas with anyone else.” Y/N breathed out softly, one hand taking Julie’s in hers, the other retrieving the gift from her back pocket. “Mostly because I missed you like crazy, partly because I wanted to give you this.” She explained, the girl before her grinning and taking the gift box offered with bubbling excitement.

“Can I open it now?” Julie asked, and Y/N glanced at the watch on her wrist.

“I mean, it’s technically Christmas so…” Y/N giggled when Julie let out a shout of joy, pulling off the ribbon holding the box shut and shimmy-ing the lid off, to reveal a small potion-looking bottle amongst tissue paper. Julie lifted it out of the box, a small key glinting in the porch light within the bottled, caught in mid-air by invisible strings withing the decorative gift.

“It’s so beautiful… What is it?” Julie asked, pure curiosity in her words as she looked at the bottle in wonder. In response, Y/N pulled her locket out from beneath her shirt, gesturing to a small keyhole on the front Julie had never noticed adorning one of the girl’s most essential items before.

“That, Miss Molina.” Y/N started, grinning from ear to ear, exuding a shaky confidence that seemed like it might falter at any second. “That is the key to my heart.”

“Y/N…”

“I love you Julie.” They had never said it so directly before, ever. They always skirted round the actual words, always knew what the other meant without need for clarification. But under the porch light of the Molina residence, unaware of Alex, the guys, Ray and Carlos watching from the living room window, after having driven through so much traffic just to try and get to her on time for Christmas, and with Julie standing there in her festive pyjamas and blue fuzzy slippers and looking at her like that, Y/N had never felt more sure of something in her life.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Julie promised, pulling her girlfriend close again, the kiss shared this time chaste, though no less sweet.

“Merry Christmas, Molina.”

“Merry Christmas, Mercer.”

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Twelve Days Of Christmas: 2/12 will be released in 24 hours! Who will our story focus on? Can you guess? I’ll give you a hint: we’ll be going back to 1990s...

#abby's twelve days of christmas #julie molina x reader #julie x reader #brother!alex x reader #julie and the phantoms #willex #jatp #alex mercer #reggie peters #luke patterson #jatp fanfic #fluff

[forbidding-souda]

could- could i request an angsty ikuzono (mukuro and sayaka) imagine

Mukuro Ikusaba x Sayaka Maizono angst

I have the perfect thing in mind

(also to my fans - there are 4 more posts on queue to post today and most of them are anons so if you have me on post notifications just beware)

currently listening: dark angel by nosferatu

-Mod Souda

❤ It was all fine when they were in school together. Every day was filled with smiles and laughs. They were able to hold hands and kiss each other all the time. Surrounded by friends means that you have such an amazing support system to fall back on.

❤ And then everyone graduated.

❤ The classmates separated as they got job oppurtunies all over the world. Nothing was ever the same then. All the rooms they paid for went vacant, the food in the fridge went bad and all the bread went moldy.

❤ The same is said for the two girls sharing an apartment. They'd wake up every morning together, shower together, cook breakfast together. They'd even sit at the table and eat as if they were a family.

❤ It became lonely once Sayaka had to go off on a world tour. Mukuro was left with to take care of the place.

❤ And there she was, alone again.

❤ Phone calls were almost never guaranteed. Her girlfriend was always so busy.

❤ Getting used to a schedule is hard, but Mukuro had always been perfect with following rules. She memorized what time Sayaka woke up, and starting waking up with her. She'd follow her lover's schedule to the dot. Now, she does the same thing, but without anybody to occupy her. She still got up in the morning and made Sayaka's favorite breakfast. She still listened to idol songs around the house. Every second spent where she wasn't doing something, she felt as if she was running out of time.

❤ And then she got requested to assist an army in an attack. With that, the house was abandoned.

❤ There was no opportunity for phone calls or listening to idol songs. It was as if Sayaka didn't even exist.

❤ It was if they weren't even together.

❤ The longer her tour went on, the more she forgot what it was like to have a girlfriend. All attempts at communicating where gone. It was just her and her bandmates again, like it always has been. Maybe this is how it should stay.

#ikuzono #maizono sayaka #sayaka maizono #mukuro ikusaba #mukuro ikusaba x sayaka maizono #sayaka maizono x mukuro ikusaba #danganronpa #danganronpa rare pairs #danganronpa rare pair #rare pair