#SHIT SO SAD AND FOR W H A T

[mimiri22-6]

You wanna know the worst thing about tomorrow for me is?

I'm gonna be at work when s2 of gomens drops. I can't even induldge and marathon the whole thing because I only get home around 1 am after a shift. And on Really bad nights, wich happen 1-2-4 nights a week? 2am. AND THEN I can't even marathon it the NEXT day because I work the next 3 days.

I want. To Die.

#gomens #good omens s2 #I'm gonna have to do what I did when I watched s1. 1 ep a night NO MATTER WHAT. no matter what cliffhanger. just one. #and THEN marathon it the last night I work. unless something gets planned on tues. T-T I can't have shit. #I honestly might have to quit or ask for like a month off soon because my mental health has been TANKING like nothing else recently #but also i CAN'T because my best friend is gonna go homeless soon because their fam sucks and we still don't have a solid plan for where #we're gonna move in. my life is a fucking mess and this is the worst year of my life and every year becomes worse than the last #god fucking damn it. i need to stop being so sad that my brain hurts now. find me in the w elcome h ome tag bros #go to sleep mimiri #i can't i only woke up 2 hours ago because i slept for less than an hour yesterday and then took 5 melatonin last night #and the melatonin wasn't even the reason i fell asleep last night. i fell asleep like 2 1/2 hours after i took them

[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

HI THERE!! Can I please request Lyney SH comfort? Or LYNEY comforting you as he found you crying alone in the room. U don’t have to do these but thank u sm !! Btw I love ur writing a lot

I'm cutting people out again - Lyney x Gn!reader

I hope to see their faces when I pursue. Haunting you… T/w- Self-harm themes, Lyney comfort, crying, thinking people are angry at you. Summary- As shown above.

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You didn’t exactly feel sad, but you weren’t exactly happy either. It was that small space in between… Numbness some would say. The weighed on your shoulders like a brick, you promised Lyney you wouldn’t do it again not after last time. The cuts on your thighs were a sign that you didn't listen. You couldn’t help but think how mad he would be, his face all angry. It had been so long since you’d seen it like that, he always scared you when he was in a mood like that.

The cuts felt like they were throbbing you could barely focus on anything else. Not that there was much else to focus on. Tears welled up in your eyes as you held yourself tightly, begging for any form of comfort that you could get. When you heard the front door open.

“Hey sweetie I’m home.”

Shit shit shit. You tried to hide all the evidence that you had been crying and what you had done to yourself. Panic filled your insides, you weren’t sure how he was gonna react. Maybe he would hate you? Would he yell? What would happen? You got so lost in thought that you didn’t see Lyney walk into the room.

“Hey, Hon- H-honey what's wrong.” You could tell without seeing him his eyes were widening.

“Can I come closer or is that a no-go right now?” You nodded.

He quickly rushed over being right by your side almost like a golden retriever. His arms wrapped around you warming your entire body quickly. “What happened?”

“I… I don't know… I just..” Your voice cracked and you fell your body shaking

. “That's fine… That's completely fine.”

“No, it's not!”

“Yes… Yes, it is… You're allowed to feel horrible. Just, honey… You need to tell me when you feel like hurting yourself. You know it's not good for you.”

You felt like you had betrayed him... The hurt in his eyes and voice was visible. More tears pricked your eyes… You couldn’t stop crying, the tears were a waterfall. He kept trying to comfort you, telling you that everything was okay and that nothing could hurt you.

“Are you angry at me?”

“Why would I be angry?”

“Because I…”

“You know I wouldn’t be angry at you for that…”

“You're not?”

“No sweetie, I could never be made at you.”

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@pandragonsoul, @atsukawolfcat

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #gn reader #angst #genshin angst #lyney x reader #lyney genshin #lyney #genshin lyney #genshin impact lyneyl #lyney angst #self harm

[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

i do think heathers the musical romanticised jd a lot more, which is. a really bad message i think. like. we are not supposed to like him. and people watched the movie and said 'christian slater is hot as hell but i feel bad for thirsting after him' because. you know. terrorist.

but then after freeze your brain and the whole trauma with his dad, everyone went 'nahh jd is just misunderstoood, soft boyyy :('

like this man has killed three people and planned to blow up a school. we should not be glorifying jd. he is a horrible person. and i think the musical framing him as some kind of tragic martyr, veronica being really sad that he dies, shit like "im going steady, mostly he's awesome. if a bit too rock and roll! hehee", oh he's just a little guy!! is a dangerous mentality. i really do think heathers the musical was a really shitty adaptation and isnt faithful to the movie at all (but it still is one of my favourites because the music is just so fucking good.)

also veronica saying "ich luge bullets! you lied to me >:(" as if lying is the issue and he didnt just s h o o t t w o p eo p l e.

anyway. uh.

#heathers #heathers the musical #j.d #jason dean #jd heathers #veronica sawyer #heathers discourse

[falling-heights]

☆ Arthur Morgan ☆ -  I gave you all

Pt. 2

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

“E v e r y t h i n g,   i n   t i m e--

a l w a y s   d y i n g,   n e v e r   d e a d”

“Leave us," Arthur removed the sweat-stained rag, allowing it to hang from his neck. The vision of a once angelic face, now burdened with sun-aged skin was revealed. As Sean passed him by, he grabbed his arm. He whispered a slew of words, too faint to understand.

"What do you plan on doing?" Arthur only released his grip, and began to unfasten the buttons of his gloves. "Come on, Arthur. I at least deserve to know what you're gonna do with her."

"Just resolving unfinished business," From his coat pocket, he retrieved a cigarette and a lone match. He struck the head against his belt, and you watched the fire illuminate his face. 

His eyes had finally gone cold. The little body of fire reflected in his hollowed eyes, surrounding the orange glow with a halo of lurid blue. Hands idly lighting the cigarette and shielding the flame from wind, he stared into you with that sickening gaze.

Sean obeyed without contest. He waited, staring off into the tree line as his men retreated. You watched the Irishman's shadows slowly disappear. And then, just two remained in the forest. The woods, you realized, would be your only witness to what would happen now.

He dragged a long breath from his chest. Embers burned along the end of the cigarette, illuminating his face dimly in the stark night air. He thought for a moment, taking his eyes off of you, until, after taking another drag of his cigarette, he snickered at some strange thought. You always hated when he smoked.

"Not how you expected your night to go, is it, Junebug?" Eventually, once ridden down to a nub, he finished his smoke and crushed it underneath his boots. Once the embers had died and gone dim, his attention shot to you again.

You couldn't say it didn't hurt. Seeing him now, the lack of warmth in his eyes, a sight you still missed despite having such a soiled history.

"Shit, I almost feel bad for you," His ungloved hand reached out, first to run through loose strands of hair that hung over your face. There was something strange about his touch. It was something you'd heard once, that the body can only remember another person's touch for about a year before it forgets the feeling. But this man, it was like the way he felt would remain seared in your mind for lifetimes beyond your own. He was strangely gentle as he cleared away your face. Uncertain and profoundly confused, you did nothing in the moment to stop him, though you couldn't understand his motives.

One hand drifted to your chin, lifting your head just enough to be constraining. You found yourself struggling to calm your breath. Years of distress began to resurface, bubbling in your chest and causing a meek display of terror-induced tears that ran down your face in quick and silent, hot streams. There was some quiet sort of rage, the rekindling of some deep buried emotions that were beginning to resurface in his eyes. The softness of his touch was spoiled by the violence that was written in his gaze.

Nothing could nave truly been worse than this. not only to be at your knees in front of this man, but being so helpless to the sense of grief that consumed you now. How weak you must have looked now, how strange for such a creature as you. A murderer, and thief, and now, in this man's eyes, a traitor. But it was helplessness that left you sniveling at the feet of your enemy.

"But seeing you like this, well..." He dropped your head, his actions vacant of all the gentility that was used just moments before. Another laugh left him, this time pointed directly at you. "It'd be sad if it weren't so fitting."

Nothing was more unnerving than what ideas might be concocting in his head. What would he do, then?

Arthur decidedly pulled out a white, pearl-lined revolver. You knew it well. It had been a gift, after all. And it seemed fitting. That something given should be the same to take. He stared at it for a while. The weapon must have been something of a sentimental token once. Perhaps, it still was. After all, he’s kept it all these years.

"Sometimes, I get to thinking, nights when I can't sleep and nobody's around to hear my thoughts..." He counted bullets within the gun's wheel, then rolled it back into place. His thumb rested on the gun's hammer, but he waited, allowing the sight to settle in your mind. "About seeing you again, some day. A few months after, when your absence was still fresh in everyone's mind, I almost thought about going out to find you myself. For… a long while, nothing seemed better to me than the idea of putting a bullet right here."

Lightly, the barrel of the gun pressed itself in the middle of your head. It seemed, that such a violent fantasy still lingered along his fingertips. They twitched with excitement. He held it there, something toying with his mind. He stared placidly. Though his face bore a numb manner, you knew the sadistic visions that played feverishly in his head. His mind was like a rabid dog in a cage. It was like watching the approach of a hurricane through a large glass window, waiting for the illusion of safety to break.

"But, since you’re here now, you know that didn't happen." He raised the revolver away, however it remained held with a stressed hold. "But things just work like that, I guess. Makes all those years of hiding and running pointless, doesn't it?"

"And now, you're here, just wasting my time," He waved the gun in your direction, and he stepped away for a moment. His voice was shaken, tense, filled with a rage he must have been suppressing for years, waiting for the day that it could finally be let out. He spoke his next words lowly, in a gruff, sort of apathetic tone. "What do you think will happen now?" 

"I suppose you'll kill me." The fear for your life was instinctual. Really, you should have died long ago. You, for longer than you'd known, resembled something more of a walking corpse. Something that thought, by lying to itself about what it was, could convince itself it was something else.

"What I do doesn't really make a difference anymore, does it?" He was right. The growing concern of blood loss was leaving you vulnerable. It was apparent now that if you were left untreated for more than a few hours, the possibilities would narrow to one singular decision. "Now, I could just wait. Let time will finish the job for me."

"Why didn't you?" He sat against a nearby trunk and removed his hat. His hair was deeply disheveled, matted to his head from a day's worth of sweat. It was just as easily rejuvenated when he ran a hand through it a few times, revealing thick layers of hair. The gun was set to the ground beside his thigh.

"How do you mean?"

"You could have found me easily. So, why not?" A small, patient smile graced his lips.

"I don't know, Junebug." Hearing that name, though it hurt the first time, hurt worse the second. Knowing how sentimental it had been once, and then hearing it now. Such a stark contrast. "I just kept thinking karma might deal with you on my behalf. Or, maybe a little speck of something thought that maybe I'd see you again. Not like this, but-- well, doesn't matter now, anyways." 

"So, what are you waiting on now?" 

Sitting there, his eyes never left you. His expression never changed; his grimace remained steady. It was almost as though he hadn’t heard you, but you knew he was thinking. 

"A reason, maybe.”

“For why I left?” You. The answer was obvious, but he seemed inept to it. 

He opted to remain silent, staring expectantly at you. Of course. 

With eyes idly looking downward to the side, your mind lulled to memories you had not wished to relive. A grimace of a dull ire echoed behind your gaze, and haunted your visage. 

It was clear he was opting to buy himself more time, a longer chance to consider what he would do now. Perhaps, in his mind, he imagined that he was being merciful. To him, this was your chance to convince him not to kill you. 

And if you had any of the slightest intentions to survive this night, you would have to play along. 

#arthur morgan #yandere #yandere arthur morgan #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #yandere rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x reader #yandere x reader #yandere red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan fanfiction

[felixdragonheartofficial]

TFP KINDA SUCKS RANT

Unfiltered opinion below ⬇️(long)

Transformers prime

Listen, you can like what you like, but tfp is not the Pinnacle of transformers media like every salty old fan of it says it is

Repetitive soundtrack

The soundtrack isn't varied, all of the music is comprised of grandiose orchestral pieces that become so goddamn repetitive it leaves you feeling empty. There's never any other emotion present in the music other than

"feel epic now pls"

I shit you not. There are scenes that are "supposed" to be funny, but it's just stale dialogue with absolutely no background music so it doesn't work at all. Any emotion conveyed with music is either epic, sad, or action and nothing else

"Haha, no moments of silly, that would kill the seriousnesz emo vibe U_U"

Terrible setting

Tfp is also much more visually unappealing due to the uncanny af models, the barren and drab backgrounds, and a convenient lack of humans to "disguise" from

not to mention how fuckin weird they look

sims 4 mfs

I'm so sick of animation elitists saying TFP's the better show because it's 3D and 3D is somehow Automatically better because it's "more advanced and sophisticated" which if you ever dipped your fingers into animation at all, you'd know how untrue that is

Feats of storytelling can be attained with either or, and the execution is dependent on the style and narrative that the show presents

TFP was trying to go for a visually darker theme, which is why they went for a realism. The only problem is that the settings are bleak and devoid of any soul

Speaking of which

Robots in disguise... From what???

Outside of team prime, there are literally no humans with speaking roles that have actual story importance

except for Silas

until there are infact- no, non-team humans of significance ever again, either because they couldn't afford the voice actors anymore, or they just chose to never bring them up again.

We don't get to actually see people, we only see the implication of human dwelling and it's lackluster.

There's never any of that conflict or tension that the show promised with the disguise plot, and It pisses me off so much because not only do a bare few of the fights happen around or inside of inhabited areas

but these robots

ARE LOUD

HOW THE HELL HAS NOBODY WALKED OUTSIDE OF THEIR HOUSE TO CHECK

A N Y T H I N G

"Honey, do you hear that loud, metallic ripping and obnoxious plasma fire?"

"Must be the neighbors shagging, Gerald. Don't be such a paranoid freak<3"

"Fair enough Cathleen, let's go back to playing spiderman 2 for the ps5"

"robots In disguise"

respectfully, Hasbro- you can eat out my entire ass with your forked tongue, ye fuckin liars✨

The Nothing Narrative

Tfp legit feels like the circle jerk of patriotism, oh my god.

Sure, it sounds far fetched but let's not forget that this show has agent fowler sucking off the American government every chance he gets

Its so audacious to show the devastation that war brought to cybertron, only to turn around and be like

"So kiddos, wanna join le special forces" at the end of it

How can you be anti war and pro US military?

The US

The leading imperialistic force in the world for the last 200+ years?

That's who you wanna prop up as a stand up figure in your "war is bad" show??

H o w

How Does That W o r k that's so fucking stupid

Wasted potential

considering wasted character opportunities that pissed everyone off, tfp weighs down the heaviest

1.Breakdown could've joined the autobots-killed off because they couldn't afford the va

2.Airachnid could've come back as a larger threat with her hoard of zombie/vampire insecticons -transported to Luna 1 and then never seen from again because they couldn't afford the va

3.cybertronian pirates were supposed to appear but didn't because they didn't use their own production bible

And that shit show sequel

(nice one hasbro, you really rodded yourself up the asshole with a ferocity for the millionth time)

Oh and that one moment that legit pissed me off

When megatron pulled that

"because I now know the true meaning of oppression, and have thus lost my taste for inflicting it"

😐

This prompts the question for me

Why would you even waste the little budget that you had creating this show with a premise that literally lies to the audience??

Its so funny that people meatride this show so hard because of animation elitist bullshit like "3D animation is better than 2D"

And yet, despite the scathing review I just gave I do not gaf if you watch this show and like it, that's literally great for you

But don't ever claim that it does narratives better than TFA/Earthspark dude, omg

#tfp #rant post #arg #transformers prime #AUUUUUGH

[reactionimagesdaily]

The Image Tags Masterpost

(As its own post thanks to a suggestion from @oregano-gremlin! gracias)

Every image is tagged with one of these tags, for organisation purposes! ^_^

(Also It’d be a HUGE pain to go back and re-organise them so, while suggestions for new categories/adjustments to existing ones are appreciated, I’m almost definitely not gonna follow through on any of them.)

(Also I am uh. Putting this under a read-more because it’s longer than I thought it was gonna be when it’s all laid out lmao)

#[undefinable] - for images that don’t really fit into a single mood, or have a mood that isn’t accurately represented by one of the other tags

#;_; - for images that are the big sad

#Hell yah - for celebratory, “nice”-type images

#Hell nah - for images that simply embody the concept of “no”, “no thanks”, “not for me”, e.t.c.

#Frick the frack off - slightly violent images used to tell someone to begone or that they are unimpressive

#Y’all are heathens - images that demonstrate disdain, confusion, or general contempt for your group chat

#Ah shit - images that convey “oh fuck”, “oh no”, “oh heck”, “oh shit”, and so on

#Depression time - for images that can be used to either show genuine sadness, or a weary sort of “oh God” that is less emotive and more resigned than an #Ah shit image

#Huzzah - celebratory images

#w h a t - images which convey just. total incredulity and bafflement

#F - for images that pay respects

#ooh-de-lally - images to be used for things that are exciting, spicy, or generally just make your eyebrow quirk up a bit

#Cursed - cursed images

#Wow - images that either convey a sense of genuine wonder, or demonstrate like. “yeah cool story bro”

#I LOVE YOU!!! - images you can use to show affection to any loved ones you are fortunate enough to have

#Welp - for images that aren’t very emotive or very specific, but rather channel that face you make when someone’s talking about something and you have no real idea how to react

#Genuine mirth - images that express, well, genuine mirth

#Contemplation time - I like to think this one is self-explanatory lmao

#Horny on main - not for NSFW stuff so much as stuff where it’s just a guy saying “hehe boobies” or whatever

#:) - happy pickturs

#Fear - fear

#Called out - honestly this one’s a bit inconsistent but it’s either for when you yourself have been called out (“you got me there”) or for when you’re calling someone ELSE out (“cool motive, still murder”)

#Free Real Estate - for images based off of those legendary seconds

#Gratitude amigo - images that say thanks

#Trans rights - because trans rights are human rights

#Disgustan’ - for when you need to express disgust with an image

#Disney - images @ that specific megacorp

#I am so great - images for when you’re proclaiming your own greatness (or at least an amount of self-satisfaction)

#Stole your meme lol - for those images you see everywhere on twitter indicating that someone likes your meme/image and have saved it for their own use

#Genuine reassurace - images that express, well, genuine reassurance

#[Music stops] - there are lot of parodies of the initial “music stops” image, and I have many of them

#Gweetings - images that say hi

#I will cause problems on purpose - images with those vibes

#Ambivalent - because sometimes you need to visually express how little you care

#Bog Moss - this is actually the tag for images that are like “mood” or “same” - I tag them ‘bog moss’ because of an inside joke lmao

#Mockery - bully your friends with this specific collection

#Please exercise empathy - for images that basically say “I don’t know how to expain to you that you should care about other people”

#Nice music - images dedicated to saying that specifically music is good

#Sic ‘em - for images that carry a similar energy to Mayor Tyler from Gravity Falls going ‘git ‘em! git ‘em!’

#Grooving - images that convey the emotion of dancing

#You are not immune to propaganda - I have no idea where that edit of Garfield came from, but there are LOADS of edits, so they all get their own category

#Think of the economy - for images designed to satirise people who prioritise stonks and the economy (which CAN be important, I won’t knock ‘em) over human life

#Silence! - you know that image of the crab lasering something? Yeah, there are a bunch of those, so they get their own category

#Genuine wrath - images that express, well, genuine wrath

#Pretty sus NGL - images designed to help convey suspect or suspicion

#Gotta go fast - images that go quick nyoom

#Ight Imma head out - parting is such sweet sorrow, as these images will demonstrate

#Case Closed - for image that indicate that some kind of mystery has been solved, or that some kind of question has been answered

#Not-okay cute things - for those images where it’s like, a plush toy captioned with “I can’t fucking take it”. those sorts of images. they have a category

#Oucho - for images that convey pain but aren’t quite in the realm of ;_;

#Ok boomer - Y'all remember ok boomer?

#Chillaxing - for image that surmize a specific chillaxed vibe

#Nice dub - using this one for pics of that one specific guy in all those pictures where he’s congratulating people’s Ws and Dubs

#not a pic #the Image Tags Masterpost

[reallyromealone]

Hihihihihiiiii (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) i hope im not being too annoying but can i request a toddler reader with bonten reader is like todoroki and he would sometimes freeze the water or milk he'd be drinking and he would go to one of the bonten members with a frozen cup all sad and stuff and he would accidentally set something on fire when he gets angry or nervous like let's say one of the kids from a playground he likes to go to takes his favorite toy or pushes him off the swing whatever he'd be holding it would be set a flame i hope you have a nice day and drink lots water (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Hihihihi

You're not being annoying at all!

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

(Name) waddled around the executive lounge sadly, the boy accidentally froze his milk again and wasn't sure what to do as he looked for one of his dad's to fix the problem.

"Papa?" (Name) called out as he wandered through the halls, every person in the building knowing who the boy was and knew not to mess with him when he saw the familiar scar of Takeomi "papa!" (Name) said wandering over and showing him his frozen sippy cup "fix?" He asked cutely "again bud?" Takeomi sighed as he lifted the boy up and walked towards the more private area of the Bonten men's offices and thought about when they first got (name).

They were not expecting a baby who could manipulate ice and fire that's for sure.

"Here bud, new milk" takeomi said handing him his little sippy cup "try not to freeze it this time yeah?"

"Thank you papa..." (Name) said before sipping it, cuddling into his dad's side as the elder man walked towards the meeting he was on his way to begin with.

"Hm? (Name) why aren't you with your nanny?" Koko asked as the two entered the meeting room, little (name) drinking his sippy cup happily "Mrs Hokkaido is smooching someone" (name) said innocently as he was handed into mikeys lap, the toddler offering his other dad a sip.

"She's w h a t?" Ran said incredulously as the men pulled out their phones and checked the cameras and sure as shit.

There she was kissing a guard.

Ran quickly sent a text to have her collected and brought to the basement as he looked at his son lovingly "thank you for telling us bud!"

The meeting went on as little (name) napped in his dad's arms, Mikey rubbing his back gently as they all left the meeting room "hey bud wake up, we still gotta go to the park" Mikey said softly and (name) rubbed his little eyes gently "park?"

"Yeah, let's go bud"

(Name) was sitting happily in the park, a private one in the neighborhood where their mansion was situated at and the toddler was happily playing with his toys in the sand pit as his dad's spoke to the moms who lived in the area.

Half the gated community was in crime in some way so everyone was pretty familiar with one another.

"Gimmie that!" A boy yelled out and ripped the action figure from the toddlers hands roughly, the toddler tearing up at this "it's the limited edition one!"

"Give back!" (Name) cried out as he reached for the toy only to be shoved back into the sand "shut up! This is mine now!" The bigger kid said with a sneer as the sand below (name) began heating up as the boy began sobbing uncontrollably and catching the eye of his dad's "who the fuck made him cry?" Kaku said coldly as the bigger kids mom's came towards the commotion "(son's name)! Did you just take that toy from him?!" One of the moms screeched angrily as she snatched the toy from her son and handed it back to the toddler "apologize to them right now!"

"I-I am sorry..." The boy said almost pissing his pants at his enraged mother and the toddlers dad "and to his dad!"

"S-sorry..."

"I cannot believe you boys, stealing from a little boy like this! We raised you better than this!"

Kakucho lifted little (name) in his arms, the boy smoking but not on fire just yet and the sand below him turned to glass from the heat "you ok bud?" He asked softly and (name) clung to him "oh poor thing, let's get you an ice cream ok? (Sons name) I will be telling your dad about this"the mother said coldly and the other moms agreed as the group of boys were sent home presumably to get grounded.

"Cream?" (Name) asked curiously and the moms cooed at his precious nature and the rest of Bonten joined them once the situation was resolved, the now large group eating ice cream happily "again we are so sorry our sons did that!" One of the moms said as she cleaned (name)s cheek "all resolved, no need to dwell" Ran said with a charming smile and little (name) offered Mochi a lick of his ice cream happily as his action figure sat beside him.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #x male reader

[sawyerconfort]

more winona characters x reader, please!

winona ryder is turning your kids gay 51!

so I decided that, in celebration of that, I would take this old request and make it a special preference for her birthday!

here we go, preferences with my favorite Winona characters (the best known ones too, because it would be easy for everyone to read and recognize the situations), to celebrate her birthday!

Masterlist is pinned on the blog!

Enjoy!

Got any requests? Please send me an ask!

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First “I Love You” With Winona Ryder characters 

W H A T  H A P P E N S  W H E N...

(Veronica Sawyer, Joyce Byers, Kim Boggins, Lydia Deetz and Mina Murray)

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Veronica Sawyer

You were lying on her bed after an exhausting day at school. Veronica was your one and only girlfriend, and all the times you had spent together were your best moments.

But in the midst of it all, there was JD. Jason Dean and his obsession with Veronica, on the sickest level imaginable.

You knew he wanted Veronica, but it annoyed you a lot and you thought you were insufficient when she paid attention to him and fell for her charms. However, he never asked your girlfriend if she had feelings for him.

At least not until now.

“Seriously, (Y\NN), why are you so sad?”, Veronica asked, while you were cuddling on the bed. She was the smallest spoon and had noticed how distant you seemed as you petted her.

"I'm not."

“Yes, you are,” she nodded. "Actually, I think I already know why...", Veronica smiled and took your face with both hands. “Is it because of JD?”

You swallowed hard but didn't respond.

“Oh, (Y\NN), that's bullshit!”, she smiled, still with her hands on her face. "Everyone knows he's a little shit looking for attention, and that I only have eyes for girls... in fact, one girl in particular who is the most beautiful girl in the world..."

Veronica kissed you in a quick peck, and you remained speechless until then. She was still holding her face when she broke the kiss, and close to her lips, whispered a loud, resounding, "I love you," just so you could be sure she was yours, and would never be anyone else's.

Joyce Byers

It all happened after what happened with Will. It had been a difficult time for Joyce, and you had come along just in time, as the savior of the homeland, heroically returning to the city and helping her and Deputy Hopper solve the mystery of the Hawkins Lab and its shenanigans.

Now the two of you were sitting on the porch of the Byers' house, smoking casually, you amused that Joyce was no longer a smoker. Suddenly, she turned and smiled at you.

“I probably would’ve died without your help, (Y\N).”

“My help?”, you widened your eyes. "I didn't do anything, Joyce, really."

“Yes, you did” she whispered, calmly. “If it weren't for you, I never would have found out where Will was. And I would never have had the courage to go into that horrible place and suffer those psychological tortures with that half-baked doctor, you know?”

Joyce smiled and took you free hand. “Remember how cowardly you were in high school, (Y\N)?” that was funny. “No, I'm serious. You couldn't even kill a fly. Seeing you like this reminded me of something I had promised myself I would forget...”

“What something?”

You dropped the question, knowing you'd regret it later.

Joyce cleared her throat and pressed her fingers through yours. "I used to like you. I loved you. Since high school, when you were a coward,” she sighed. “And since then, I've never been able to love anyone .I love you, (Y\NN), since we were eighteen..."

Kim Boggs

In fact, the whole thing happened because you were talking to Kim's family after Edward disappeared. She was visibly shaken, because she loved him more than she could have predicted, and she didn't imagine that one day he would leave her for good, despite her faults.

She was casually walking down the hall when she overheard you talking in the kitchen:

"I don't know how I'm going to do it, sir, actually..." You cleared your throat uncomfortable. “I don't know how I'm going to be able to tell her I love her even after what happened. I'm in love with Kim, but she hasn't gotten over the loss of the boy with the Scissorhands..."

Kim cocked her head into a corner of the hallway, hoping you wouldn't see her. And she did, because she was good at hiding.

"And not that I hate it, I understand it more than it seems, because..." you sighed. “I also feel guilty and shaken by his escape. The boy had so much to teach us and he just decides to leave...” You took a step forward. “But the point is, I love Kim, and I'm not giving up on her until I can make her happy again. But for this to come true, I will need your blessing.”

Kim listened for a few more minutes behind the wall, but collected herself when you passed her. In a split second, Kim lost her posture and grabbed you by the arm, kissing you in surprise.

“I'm in love with you too, (Y\N). I love you, sincerely.”

Lydia Deetz

“Alone again, Lydia?”

“I wish it were like this every day.”

You smiled, sitting down next to her. People used to say Lydia Deetz was just a weirdo, but you didn't think that of her. At least not that she remembered. Lydia had her personal problems and her anger at the world, but that didn't mean it made her weird or mean.

You wanted to do everything to make her happy. You liked the rare moments when her smile lit up the dark environment in which she was isolated.

"If you came here to see me, it's because you're in trouble, right, (Y\N)?"

"You're right, Deetz," you replied, smiling awkwardly. “Not that I expect you to be able to help me, but I wanted to ask you for advice. It's about a girl, one of those girls I'm in love with right now,” you sighed. “She's beautiful, but she doesn't see it. And she lives in her world, she fascinates me day after day. But I don't have the courage to tell her that..."

“What are you afraid of, exactly?” Lydia returned the question.

“Of rejection.”

"Serious? Dammit!” she yelled, a little loudly. “I don't know why you fear. You're one of the nicest girls I know, there's no way anyone can turn you down. Unless he's someone like Beetlejuice.”

"You think?"

Lydia shrugged, and you hoped she'd change her mind, but she just kept saying, “Not only do I think you're one of the nicest and nicest girls I know. No one has ever been as good to me in their life as you have been. They always think I'm weird, weird, out of the ordinary... and you think I'm normal. Someone who rejects you has chicken brains for a head.”

You blushed a little and replied, in the lowest possible voice:

“I think…I'm sure I'm in love with you, Lydia Deetz. Even more so after that declaration of love.”

She smiled, rolling her eyes. “It wasn't a declaration of love, idiot,” but she turned around and pressed a kiss to your cheek suddenly. “It really wasn't.”

Mina Murray

"MINA!"

You screamed, but it was too late. The woman, now a vampire, stood with her arms out in the sun, waiting for certain death to come. You were trying to save her, but Mina was on the higher side of the mountain, where she was cold—she obviously wouldn't feel that cold.

“I told you to leave me alone. I can bite you,” she said, taking a deep breath, her voice muffled by the noise of the fog.

“I WON'T DO IT!” you yelled back. “AND YOU WON'T BITE ME ALSO, BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU. I DON'T WANT YOU TO FEEL THREATENED BY ME, MINA.”

“Go away,” she pleaded in a scream that was cut off, her voice cracking. “Can't you see I've become a monster now? A demon, like who bit me?”

Suddenly, the sun hit Mina's skin full. She fell, moaning and screaming as you ran to help her. Holding her in his arms, he could see a trickle of blood running down and the fangs showing.

"Are you…afraid of me…are you…" Mina whispered weakly. “It was what I feared, but I knew it would happen. That's why I wanted to keep you out of my existence as one of them..."

You squeezed her closer. “I'm not afraid of you, Mina! I want to save her.”

She was silent, eyes open towards the sun. And then, minutes later, she pressed your lips together in a kiss, which ended with something that felt like a moan, like she was forcing herself not to hurt herself and not to hurt me either.

“I love you, Mina. Vampire or human, you will always be my Mina.”

“I love you more,” the girl breathed. “I love you more than my existence.”

#winona ryder #winona #winona ryder x reader #heathers #beetlejuice #edward scissorhands #dracula #stranger things #veronica sawyer x reader #joyce byers x reader #kim boggs x reader #mina murray x reader #lydia deetz x reader #lgbt #romance #oneshot #preference #in honor of her birthday #sorry i'm almost too late

[warper-in-training]

SOLMARE STOP W DIAVOLO & SOLOMON ENVY CARDS CHALLEGE IMPOSSIBLE (solmare give us Barb envy, give us lust or wrath event, solmare I am begging)

als damn we got the pretty artist too vvv

anyway I "accidentally" did a ten summon, got teased by the envy rainbow and got shit. in conclusion I wasted 10 dvs so yeah RIP for the next Barb event. I can get about 25 more if I try hard enough (rip card level ups) but yup. which means 75 dvs + two dp summons which means Barb card guarantee sksjsk.now unto the next problm: b i r t h

anyway the UR memory card is so fucking beautiful I'm so sad I don't like anyone mentioned in the picture 😭

#kizhu #obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me event #obey me shitpost

[keeponquinning]

Okay, singer!reader but non-specific to any fic i'm writing. except for this one now!

just fluff, bc i'm feeling it.

You work at a dive bar that sometimes do karaoke, and that's how you and Eddie meet. He's undeniably metal, and you're more rock, though can do pop from time to time, you two sometimes clash with your music tastes, rip on each other, but there's mutual respect and yeah, attraction from the both of you. You never say anything about him being a super senior, you've been out of school for about two, maybe three years, a slightly older woman though not by much, but he'll call you Mrs. Robinson from time to time just to be a little shit.

You finally book a gig, but it's for the senior prom at Hawkins High, your old school, and of course, you can't do your kind of music, just what's approved. Which is mostly soft love songs from the 1950's and onward. It's slightly embarrassing, but you're getting paid actually doing something you love, and you get to wear a pretty dress. It could be worse. So, you make the best of it, singing your heart out, but seeing most just ignore the stage and not even paying attention, so when you're singing Hopelessly Devoted To You, you're kind of phoning it in. You don't mean to, but again, you're discouraged and rethinking your life choices.

And then Eddie Munson comes in, wearing a tux, and your eyes meet and you can't help but smile. The passion that had waned sparking right up, and you're belting it out, "My head is saying, foooool, forget hiiiim. My h e a r t is saying...don't let gooo.... Hold on to the end.... That's what I inteeeeend to dooo... Hopelessly devoted....to yoooou." And you're singing it, right to him, and he smiles wide, watching you as you sing song after song, giving it your all. No one else really seems to care, but he does, and you're singing to him, no one else mattering at that moment.

You get your break and walk off stage and he's waiting with a drink in hand for you. "Nice tux, Munson," you tell him, taking the cup and took a drink,"Mm, spiked, my favorite kinda punch."

"Yeah, well, figure you'd need a little kick to finish the night singing that kind of music. How does it feel, selling out before you even got started?"

"Oh, it'll feel great when I get paid, so..." You scoffed, taking another drink, a cautious eye over him. "Okay, but seriously... I didn't expect to see you here. Like... I thought prom wasn't metal enough for you. Hot date?"

"No, no hot date. And you're right, this place? Definitely not metal enough for anybody. Like, seriously? Under the sea? Had this last year, doesn't anyone get tired of the same old thing, year after year?"

"Honestly.... This looks like my prom which is sad and weird. It's been a few years and it's...the same. It's the same. Except better singing."

He smirked, taking a sip of his drink while his eyes looked over at you, noting your dress, your hair, make up, the works. "Definitely hotter entertainment than last year — I mean, not that I went to that one either. That's a pretty dress, sweetheart."

You didn't want to, but you smiled, feeling a heat at the back of your neck. You blamed it on his tux and how good he looked in it. "So that why you came? For the live entertainment?"

He gave a shrug, his eyes lingering on you still, "Maybe. You kinda make their lame song choices alright to listen through. That's talent. And maybe I wanted to see the dress."

"Is it metal enough for you?"

"Nah. But definitely looking..." He paused a moment, a smile flooding his face. "You look good. Mrs. Robinson."

"Fuck off," you tell him with a laugh. "You look good, too."

"Yeah?" he questioned, his brows raised, though obviously pleased. "Wanna do something about it?" He straightened up, placing his cup down and offered his hand, "Would the lady like to dance with me? Maybe make my first prom memorable?"

A snort left you, looking at him, waiting for him to lower his hand, to tell you he was joking. But he wasn't. It remained just as it was, waiting for your hand to join his. You give a shrug, finishing your drink and putting it aside. "I don't see why not. Would make up for my actual prom, my date had a thing for stepping on my toes."

"I promise, light on my feet, surprisingly." And he was, and it wasn't just one dance, it was several, the slow dances, too. All until you were on stage again, singing and only to him, only to Eddie. Something you both tended to do when you saw each other perform on stage after that night, your dreams of making it into music intertwining with one another, as your relationship grew past the first kiss that very night.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader

[latteandjacks]

Now, watching Mammon's magnificent blah blah to lazy i'm sorry

This is going to be a looooooong post

(Containing laughter everytime the name Mammon appears on screen because in Mexico and without one m it's a word to say call someone an egocentric ot an asshole or both)

"Women aren't funny" WOW MAN I KNOW IS HELL BUT HOW ARE YOU NOT CANCELLED¿

"He can eat my ass, in a bad way"

Blitz your fucking disgusting

HE SAID IT, OZZIE CALLED BLITZ BLITZ AND NOT BLITZO, YES, YEEESSSSSS

I know and I know and I know Ozzie is right and Mammon is definilty abusing Fizz and he's an asshole and Ozzie is trying to help but I really really don't like how he words things because out of context it sounds really bad but again I know Mammon is a bitch

Me: "Oh wow Ozzie hired Blitz and other guard, the guard looks like him, probably someone strong because Blitz is mainly there to convince Fizz, right?" "Wait THAT'S OZZIE?? HOW IS HE- HOW IS HE SO THIN-"

Ozzie Ily but srsly you need to learn to communicate with your partner

I really hate how it looks like the upper arms are coming out of Mammon's chest I really hate that

STOP GRABBING HIM LIKE HE'S A TOY NOOOO

BLITZ ILY YOU TOO BUT RULE #1 OF SEEING YOUR FRIEND CLEARLY BEING MENTALLY ABUSED BY SOMEONE WHO HAS POWER OVER THEM: GAIN THAT PERSON TRUST FIRST HAND SO YOU CAN WORK BETTER INTO GETTING YOUR FRIEND AWAY FROM THEM WITHOUT RISKING YOUR FRIENDS SAFETY

"He thinks he's funny" "Offended"

FIZZ NO

Ooooh who are these two, oooooh no I don't like their designs

I'm dying, Blitz insulting the blue twins and Fizz possing like trying to replicate Blitz sass but not really

Blitz NO you're making it worse help you're giving him more pressure

Ooooooh I like this "song" I like it a lot

NO THE GIRL WITH $ TITS FELL NOOOOHOO 😭

Istg if the creep from the beginning comes back i'm going to chew my shoes

WAIT ARE THE HORNS LIKE THEIR EARS?? THEY HEAR TROUGH THAT?? OMG THE KID IS SO CUTE THIS SCENE IS GOING TO MAKE ME CRY???

FIZZ KNOWS SIGN LANGUAGE I'M CRYING AND I'M NOT KIDDING THERE'S TEARS ON MY FACE

(Takes a break to chill the fuck out)

Aight

FUCK HE DID CAME BACK, BLITZ, SHOT 'EM Okay help he's a discord mod isn't he Pixar villain complex

I'm sad because I know Fizz really greatly appreciates what Blitz did but will probably not be able to say anything

Yeah, called it, fuck you Mamon I'm going to call him Mamon now idc he deserves it

HE SAID IT! "Good enough for WHAT?"

Oh you're cool I like you a lot

GOOD SONG BUT I STILL HATE YOU TWO

Oh God no the makeup it's going to be really bad right? This is going to be really bad

HE CAN'T FIT NOHOOOOO

Okay I can't even like HE THINKS OZZIE IS WITH HIM BECAUSE HE BECAME FAMOUS FOR MAMMON AND I'M FUCKING CRYING

HE TOOK OFF HIS HAT HE THINKS OZZIE ONLY LIKES HIM AT HIS BEST I CANNOT BE FUCKING KINING THIS JESTER THIS MUCH THIS IS UNFAIR

Okay Ozzie again ILY BUT THE WAY HE MOVES LMAO SDGHABNM, NO NVM, I LOVE HIM EVEN MORE

ANOTHER ONE?? IT REALLY IS A MUSICAL HUH Should've seen it coming

Whatever is Ozzie and Fizz is going to be my favorite song of the episode

"You're messy but i'm messy too" MDHFDDGSH

They kiss, i'm losing it

B L I T Z

Hey who the fuck put me into Helluva Boss

ANOTHER SONG, AND IF IT'S ABOUT WHAT I THINK IT'S GONNA BE I WILL BE SOOOO HAPPY

I would comment on what Mammon said but I need to make the image or else it won't work

"It's about you" "w h a t"

HE CALLED MAMON A CUCK, YOU GO FIZZ DO WHAT MANY OF US COULDN'T DO

Mamon clapping at the performance even tho he knows it's about him is like the same AND opposite vibe of Bruno vibing to his family talking shit about him and Idk how to describe it

Okay but everyone thought it was like a random song he thought it was catchy and when he said Mamon's name everyone just started to process the lyrics He called him out of his abuse and everyone will realize how much he sucks now, at least a lot of them will

THE KIDDDDDDDD

God I was so worried that they were going to do THAT gag, i'm glad it was just Mamon becoming a weird spider

Damn Ozzie that's hot (Pun intended)

THEY ADDMITTED IT, THEY'RE FREE, THEY'RE GDSHADBHAKJLCNDVJAKL I'm those fans screaming in the background that's me, that's us all

"You're going to regret revealing that Ozz" Oh shit these three WILL come back won't they?

#helluva boss #blitzø #Fizzarolli #Blitzo #asmodeous #Mammon

[lemmejustpulloutmylightsaber]

Quotes from my editor/friend whom I showed Saltburn to:

to my lovely editor: @milkiestofteas thank you for sitting through this film with me. i am forever in your debt. (tank you for liking my silly gay murder movie :])

“HE LOOKS LIKE BEAVIS FROM BEAVIS AND BUTTHEAD BUT IF HE HAD AN ACTUAL FUTURE AHEAD OF HIM”

“Is my guy off his meds?”

“GOD HIS OUTFITS ARE SO SHITTY”

*shouts along with the characters* “YEEEAHHHHHHH LETS GOOOO BOYYYYYY”

“RICH BOY!!!!! RICH BOYYYYYYY!!!!”

“WOOOOOOOOO!!! WHY IS HE LITERALLY SO FUCKING SHORT????”

*reacting to the conversation about Farleigh* “WHAT. W H A T.”

*repeating Felix’s line* “Child abuse…bro…”

“What a slow burn right here. Just bros being bros” *after the little cattonquick cheek kiss* “THIS MOVIE IS SO GAY. IT'S ALL SO GAY. IT'S MAKING ME GAY.”

“He’s so tall. HES LIKE SLENDER MAN- HE IS SLENDER MAN”

“WHAT IS THIS???? 2006 PEAKY BLINDERS?????

“He’s fucking huge. NOT IN THAT WAY. NOT IN THAT WAY-”

“Aww they broke up. Its so sad…and its only twenty minutes”

“Bro did the Josh Hutcherson thing- STOP JOSH HUTCHERSONING”

“Twice as ugly…with slightly less syphilis”

“FINALLY HE'S GETTING SOME ASS”

 *rock scene* “Just bros being bros”

“NOT THE PEOPLE WALKING IN THE BACK”

“One looks stereotypical british and one just looks menacing british”

“This is psychological horror, right?” “Yeah.”

“Definitely not menacing…”

“This entire family looks fucking cursed”

“Not his DOGS BEING OUT”

“Fucking Renaissance shit”  

*seeing venetia* “She’s giving bad Paris Hilton in a bad way”

*felix insults his mom* “GOD DAMN”

*”and the only interesting about her”- farleigh* “BWAHHAHAHHAA”

*pamela talking about men falling out windows* “W H A T”

“WHY ARE YOU FOCUSING ON HIS SWEAT EW HE HAS PORES”

“Straight people kissing is weird”

“Let me kill this whole family and dance around naked and play with this gay ass toy!!”

@wormswurld i mean...she liked it!!

#saltburn #oliver quick #felix catton

[liliumsabyss]

IS THERE GONNA BE A PART 2 FOR “I COULDNT WAIT FOR YOU” ? 💔

You won't have to wait for me

I couldn't wait for you, pt 2.

Part One

FEM DNI

Kazuha x Male reader, partial Thoma x reader

TW: Sad, Death, Blood, Major Character Death, Mentions of Major Character Death, Mentions of Having Children, slight abandonment, non-cannon shit, probably cussing, I swear like a sailor.

A/N: Here you go, Anon, It's kinda rushed towards the end, but I hope you find it enjoyable! :D And a giant thanks to everyone who liked the original post I was not expecting much out of it since it really was a midnight brain rot. And another thanks to my Mod @bartholomew2sstt I love you, you judgemental ass <3

 

One day, Kazuha met the blond-haired traveller who had requested passage into the nation of Inazuma. The traveller had won the competition allowing him to be taken by the Crux to Inazuma; however, Kazuha had one request for the traveller.

" I have a fiance, well, I hope I still do but could you check on him and make sure that he's alright." Kazuha nervously asked, avoiding eye contact with the traveller, fearing he was asking too much. However, the traveller agreed as they knew what it was like to be separated from loved ones.

But as the traveller got more used to Inazuma and closer to the residents, they finally dared to ask Thoma as it had been a reasonably personal topic, and they weren't sure who they could ask safely. But Thoma's face dropped to seriousness at the mention of Kazuha's lover, contrasting his usual upbeat personality.

"As you know, the vision hunt decree caused many to flee, including Kazuha," the man started " However, (y/n) stayed for multiple reasons, but since he was Kazuha's lover, the vision hunt committee soon came after him, specifically the army general Kujou Sara, but when he refused to let her know about Kazuha and refused to give up his vision she executed him." He finished seething in rage at Kazuha's name, shocking the traveller.

"You hate Kazuha, don't you? You know he doesn't know that his fiance is gone?" The traveller questioned with big eyes.

"Yes, I hate him, and I know he doesn't know, and I plan to keep it that way till he comes back." Thoma seethed this was the little revenge he could get for you even though he knew you wouldn't want that; it was more for himself. The traveller nodded quickly, putting together your story, Thoma feelings for you, and his hatred for poor Kazuha. Who didn't even know of your death. But within weeks of the travellers' arrival, the Crux and its crew arrived in Inazuma again. Kazuha immediately snuck to your guy's house, trying to go undetected. But upon his arrival at your house, he found nothing. It looked like it had been abandoned for a while. His heart dropped as he rushed to the Kamisato estate, fearing to find Thoma living the life he wanted with you; that was his default fear. So as he arrived, seeing Thoma outside alone sent some relief to him but not entirely; after all, you could be at your job running your flower shop or at home, anywhere, but still with Thoma.

" Thoma, greetings." He yelled out as he approached the other man. Only to notice a change in Thoma's aura, and Thoma's playful atmosphere turned to one of anger.

" Kazuha", the man spoke swiftly with a sharp inhale, signalling to him something was amiss.

" H-hey, where is (Y/n)?" Kazuha questioned so softly it even shocked him how weak his voice was.

" Follow me," Thoma said, tilting his head before walking at a swift pace. Kazuha quickly trailed behind with a lump in his throat. Many questions flooded his head as he barely paid attention to the direction he was heading. He only faintly recognized everything but wasn't paying attention despite his gut feeling he should.  Before he knew it, Thoma had stopped. Kazuha looked around quickly, noticing that he was by their maple tree. Why? Why did Thoma take him here? 

" T-Thoma, w-why are we here?" He asked, stammering and leaving out the unspoken question that left a heaviness in the air. Where was (Y/n)? Thoma stepped to the side, facing Kazuha once again. What Kazuha saw made his heart fill with dread. In his lifetime, he had never felt something like this, the utter anguish; it felt like his heart had been stabbed thousands of times only to be left muted in silence. He had only ever felt a similar pain when his friend died but even with how horrible that was, this was worse. Guilt and anger burned through his veins. He found himself staring at the bottom of the tree trunk with an inscription.

 Here lies

(Y/n)(L/n)

A loyal friend and lover. 

May Celestia watch over his soul in eternity.

xxx-xxx

Kazuha dropped to his knee’s sobbing. But anger was clearly present; nothing was wrong with his love that would cause death unless someone else had been involved.

"How?" He gritted, turning towards Thoma once again.

“ Kojou Sara, she went after you only to find (Y/n), and someone had to pay the price.” The other male said coldly, eyes full of daggers going straight through Kazuha.

“ Here you go though I guess you deserve it somewhat or at least (Y/n) would want you to have it.” Thoma continued taking the cloudy grey vision out of his jacket pocket before walking up to  Kazuha, placing it into his hands, and leaving Kazuha alone with his thoughts once again. Kazuha was sent into turmoil; he debated on getting revenge but had decided against that as the general was only following the law; he ultimately decided to do nothing but honour the memory of his beloved. 

So there, Kazuha sat. Everyday he would go to the tree and take care of their maple tree. He would talk endlessly to (Y/n) before leaving just when midnight finally hit, only to be back there when dusk arose. He never indeed left, and neither did his heart. The man slowly grew older and older, waiting for the day he would return to his love. Then one day, he hobbled over to the tree laying underneath with his hand pressed upon the inscription.

“ Hey, my love,” he stated very affectionately before continuing “you won’t have to wait any longer.” And with that, the man’s rough breathing slowed as he closed his eyes, taking his final soft breath. And he was right (Y/n) didn’t have to wait any longer; neither of them did.

Also, if you want a slight blooper courtesy of Bart:

#x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #male reader insert #male reader #kazuha x male reader #angst #slight fluff

[crappymixtape]

not without me

read this a long time ago from @willelfanpage and @frodohaven – unedited, but here it is! // i need a scene of will trying to go off on his own on a dangerous task and mike's so desperately trying to make him stay and he’s grabbing his face and pleading with him and will knows if he looks him in the eyes he’ll stay for sure, so he keeps them closed and tears are rolling down both of their faces and it’s just angsty and heartbreaking and beautiful and I need it now.

N O T W I T H O U T M E

🎵 make this go on forever, snow patrol

Tiny beads of sweat gathered along Will’s forehead as he shoved things into his backpack. Flashlight, extra batteries, the pocketknife Jonathan had given him for his birthday and as he dug around in his closet looking for the small first aid kit he used to bring to summer camp his eyes caught a flash of red.

Bright scales, fire painted and ripping across the paper as the dragon breathed, shields and swords and four brave souls standing before the monster ready to face the horror towering over them and his throat squeezed. Wrapped around the feelings that pressed into his chest.

“Will? Will are you up there! Will!”

Sucking in a gasp he pushed past the painting and grabbed the first aid kit from under a pile of shoes, crammed it into his bag and zipped it shut.

“Will? Oh, shit. I thought you left.”

Mike’s voice was teetering on panic, anxiety rippling down his arms and sending his heart hammering against his ribcage. Relief had hit him when he saw Will hadn’t left, but anger and frustration replaced it when he saw the bag in the other boy’s hands.

“Uh, what’s that?”

“A bag, what’s it look like.”

Mike scoffed. Jammed his tongue into his cheek and tried to stay calm, but dread was settling heavy in his stomach.

“Okay. Is there enough shit in there for me?”

“No, Mike. There isn’t.”

That was it.

“Well, what the hell are you thinking? You can’t just go alone. He’s out there looking for you! Who’s gonna be there to–”

“No one! No one, Mike! Just like it always is! You can’t save me, okay? And I’m not gonna put you in a bed next to Max.”

Will wouldn’t even look at him, kept cramming more shit into his bag and hunched over the side of his bed and Mike felt tears burning at the corner’s of his eyes. Firmed his lips into a line to keep them from trembling. Sucked in a breath to try and steady himself. To keep everything from shattering into a million tiny pieces and took a step toward the other boy. Held his ground.

“Yeah? Well, what if I don’t care.”

“You don’t get to decide, Mike. This isn’t your fight.”

“No! You take that back!” Mike was shaking now, had closed the gap between them and grabbed at Will’s shoulder. Turned him so that he had to look and didn’t fight the tears now as they cut angry lines down his cheeks.

Will felt a crack fracture his heart in two, felt it try to swallow him whole, but pushed against it. Tried to ignore it and pulled his eyes away from his best friend, turned away and closed him out.

“Just go away,” Will choked on the words, unable to even get them out and Mike couldn’t take it.

“I won’t! God, Will. Just look at me!”

Pushing himself between Will and the bed, Mike shoved the bag away. Grabbed onto Will’s face and held the line of his jaw in his hands, big and wide and warm and Will squeezed his eyes shut. Knew if he opened them to look at his best friend he’d break. Knew if he saw how much Mike was crying he’d lose it too and would never leave the house. Would never be able to find Vecna. Would put them all at risk. Nancy, Steve, Lucas, Dustin.

Mike.

He was crying now, quiet and stoic and eyes still closed and it killed Mike to see it, but he kept going. Kept pushing.

“Please. Look at me,” Mike’s voice was trembling as he swiped his thumbs across Will’s cheeks, swept the tears away, pressed a kiss to the skin there desperate and so fucking sad and finally Will opened his eyes.

“I can’t,” Will’s shoulders were shaking as Mike sucked in a breath, tried to blink his own tears away, tried to gather himself back up.

“Yes you can, yes you can. Please stay. Please. Please, Will. We’ll figure it out together, like we always do. Please. Will,” another kiss pressed to his cheek, to his jawline, to his forehead, “Will.”

“M’sorry,” Will sobbed, falling forward into Mike’s chest, pressing himself against the boy to try and hide there and Mike wrapped his arms around him. Held him close. Cried with him and placed kisses to the top of his head. Whispered to him and told him nothing bad was going to happen. That they’d do it together and he’d never leave his side. That he couldn’t bear the thought of him going alone. That he

loved him.

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[sirgawainofgalifrey]

Full disclosure idk that much about Shattered Glass but I think that a good SG AU of a MagsMegs relationship (either romantic or platonic) would basically be the plot of Les Mis.

SG Megatron seems like he's got that Jean Valjean (tired old man oh whoops I accidentally became a father figure to these eighty random children and if I don't help literally every old woman I see on the side of the street I'm literally the most horrible person alive) energy.

And SG Magnus is basically Javert. (Well, regular Magnus is Basically Javert, but SG Mags seems like he's got the more, There is no such thing as mercy and you filthy peasants decepticons are predisposed towards being filthy criminals and I will personally and happily crack down on you with no restraint the second you take a step out of line, side of Javert.)

Just think:

Megatron escaping prison or the mines or something and starting to become his regular self, but then he meets someone (like the mistress of flame or something idk) and their like, no, you csn still be redeemed (but my fr ie n d, you left so e a r l y!). And he has all of Valjean's Moral Existential Crises while he's in hiding.

And Magnus is like, that damned con, no one escapes my clutches, I'm gonna track him down n o M A T T E R W H A T!

And I really like the idea of them getting along when Megatron is Mssr Madeline under a false identity or something, and Mags being like, you know, he's not that bad actually, Respect.

And then Megs chooses to reveal himself to save someone and goes on the run.

And Magnus looses his shit. And now he's like, that aBSOLUTE BASTARD ILL KILL HIM FOR THIS.

(This I SWEAR BY THE STAAAAAAAARRRRSSSSSS!!!

(I'm totally picturing Phillip Quast as the voice of Mags))

Idk who Cosette or Fantine would be in this scenario. Maybe Cosette would be like, Soundwave.

(I think that might work for SG Soundwave.)

And Starscream would be Marius!

And Eponine would be like, Shockwave, maybe (there's a whole lot of stuff about SkW being secretly in love with SS)

And then eventually the whole Revolution thing happens, though I guess Megs would be the leader of it as well, way more involved than JVJ actually was.

And the Decepticons would be the Les Amis!

And Rumble would be Gavroche!

Oh no

And then Mags goes undercover in the revolution as Minimus, but then he gets caught and EVERYONE wants to kill him but Megs is like, no, I'll do it myself, and then secretly let's him go.

And everything goes horribly and Megs rescues Starscream as well cause he's like, ugh, gotta make my child happy.

And Mags confronts him like, hands up you bastard...wait, why are you helping the street rat....wait, why are you coming with me willingly.

And Megs is like, naw, I forgive you. You're not that bad.

(There's nothing that I blame you for. You've done you're duty nothing more....)

(I'm crying)

And Magnus goes into an existential crisis because 1) decepticons and all criminals are supposed to be self serving irredeemable bastards and 2) no one's ever shown him kindness in his entire life (maybe not since his bro??)

And he still can't deal with this right now and throws himself off a fucking bridge

And Megatron dies because he's a sad, tired old man and his child don't need him no more and he's done all the good he can

And the whole ending and everything is still just as sad except now it's worse.

#I was listening to Javert's suicide by Phillip Quast and then this happened #I would actually read a fic like this #even though i dont larticularly shil Minimegs #i still would this would be great #transformers #maccadam #mtmte #ultra magnus #idw #minimus ambus #megatron #minimegs #Les mis #shattered glass #les mis au #transformers au #musicals #shockwave #soundstar #soundwave #starscream #starwave #shockstar #les amis de l'abc #jean valjean #javert #gavroche #eponine #marius pontmercy #cossette

[bonketh]

[ Gifting The Slashers < 3 ]

[ Rz ! Michael Myers ] -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ° • .

[] at first , michael is ultimately stunned . you ' re giving him a gift ? for what reason , exactly ?

[] he ' d kinda just stare at it , like ' what do i do exactly - ? '

[] whenever you pursuade him to take the gift , he ' d be hesitant . he ' s not used to recieving gifts , for god ' s sake - don ' t get angry if he just - doesn ' t take it and just - continues looking at it , as if it were some paper in a language he didn ' t understand 💀

[] it ' ll take him awhile to get used to it . he ' d favor each and every one of the gifts you give him after getting used to them , treasuring them all .

[] it ' s sweet , really . no matter how big , small , cheap , or expensive the gift is , he ' d still fucking love it -

[] hell , you could give him a goddamn rock or a fucking pebble and he ' ll keep that in his pocket 24 / 7 , never losing it -

[] whenever you aren ' t around , he ' ll pull out said rock [ if you give him one - ] and he ' d just craddle it in his hand , staring at the smooth stone on his palm .

[] yeah , he likes it 🗿

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[ Jason Voorhees ] -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ° • .

[] ' a gift ? '

[] ' for me ? '

[] he continues signing questions , confused as all hell . he thinks it ' s sweet that you got him a gift , and he gets all warm and fuzzy everytime you get him one .

[] especially if you hand him a flower -

[] holy ✨ shit ✨ he ' d be so happy !

[] he loves flowers , okay - ?

[] oh god make him flower crowns -

[] imagine ur a fucking victim about to get slaughtered by jason , and you just see a damn flower crown on his head , or a flower tucked behind his ear -

[] that ' s not weird at all , right - ? he ' d never lose the little things you give him , and he would be a bit sad whenever the flowers you give him / flowercrowns you make him die -

[] he ' ll probably keep them all in a small journal of sorts , like the flowers , after they wilt away , he ' ll smush ' em in a journal , and keep it on him !

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[ Bubba Sawyer ] -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ° • .

[] ' G I F T S ! ? '

[] ahhhh he ' d be so esthetic ! ! [ is that how you sp el l i t ? ]

[] he ' d be all up on you , hugging you , squeaking in joy , god , he LOVES gifts , especially if they are all from you ! !

[] he loves you as it is , and whenever you give him gifts , he just loses it !

[] ah , especially if you make him jewelry - little friendship bracelets ? ones with hearts , or your initials ? oh my god , he ' d melt right then and there - !

[] 💕 he lubs every single one of the gifts you give , or make him ! like , wh o o - he probably has a little makeshift box he puts all of the makeshift jewelry you make him - !

[] you ' ll always see him wearing the jewelry , and every few days , he ' ll switch ' em out , or even wear all of them at once - !

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[ Thomas Hewitt ] -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ° • .

[] this man ' ll melt right there , on the spot -

[] ' . . for me ? '

[] his hands would be trembling as he signs that - like , he ' s shaking - you ? got him a gift ? that ' s so ✨ s w e e t ✨ ! !

[] OH ! BAKE HIM SOMETHING AS A GIFT ! LORD , HE WILL FUCKIN' CHERISH YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK - [ shh he already does - ]

[] if the gift is food , or anything you bake , and it ' s wrapped in a lil cutesy favor , or wrapping , he ' ll fold it up , and keep ' em -

[] he ' ll definetly enjoy eating whatever you give him food wise , your baking is just - m w a h !

[] he ' d try to do something in return , such as sewing somethin ' small for you , only because he just feels the need to return the favor !

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[ Asa Emory ] -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ° • .

[] o h b o y .

[] " hm ? a gift ? for me ? oh , you shouldn ' t have . . "

[] honestly , i ' d think asa would act as if he didn ' t care about the gift in your presence , simply plucking it out of your hands , shoving it into his pocket -

[] then , whenever you leave , [ kinda h e a r t b r o k e n ? ] , he ' ll quickly take it back out , examine it , and smile to himself .

[] he thinks it ' s cute that you give him gifts .

[] now , if you get him somethin ' with like - anything bug related , he ' ll go nuts - cliche , sure , but come on , it ' s bug man we ' re talking about 💀

[] " . . a bug . . mug ? [ y / n ] , what is this nonsense - ? "

[] gru mb le g rum bl e -

[] if you ' re lucky , you ' d catch him drinking coffee outta that damned mug - do you feel special ? y e s .

[] if you bring it up , though , he would deny it - no doubt 💀

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[ Billy Lenz ] -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ° • .

[] "[ p - pretty / h - handsome / NA ] [ y / n ] g - got billy a g- g - gift - ! ? "

[] billy would be over joyous - like omg u got him a gift - that means you l o v e h i m ! ! !

[] he ' d smile so damn wide to the point you start to feel your cheeks hurt - he ' d drool a bit , squeaking and giggling giddily , hurriedly tearing the gift from your grasp , examining it with extreme curiosity .

[] doesn ' t matter what the hell it is , he ' d fucking love it and just - l o v e i t -

[] he ' ll die right there if you give him a teddy bear of sorts , that plush will never , and i mean n e v e r , let that thing go .

[] he ' ll craddle it in his sleep , nuzzle it , carry it around , ecc -

[] he ' ll even drop his own gifts here and there , which are little drawings [ that look like they were drawn by a kindergartener - ]

[] and will only get more happy if you hang his drawings on the fridge -

[] ☺

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[ notes ]

bark bark hi hello gfrrr jejxkejd- sorry if this is bad, or if the characters are hella ooc- im still gettin used to writing for the slashers. if you uh- want me to add anyone, feel free to ask- ill attempt at writing whoever- :]

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