#also i'm still over here crying over desolation

[thelov3lybookworm]

Tolerate It (Part 2)

Part 1

Summary: Everyting will be okay.

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A/n: shes a lil small, but shes here hehe

(also creds to @mybestfriendmademe for giving me the idea for the part about fights and silence 🥹😚)

enjoy!

Azriel had never been given the love a child should have received, and maybe that was the reason he thought himself undeserving of it.

Maybe it was his ugly hands and the way he knew that those hands would taint the beautiful, pure skin of his mate.

Whatever it was, he knew he had fucked up when he returned home to find the house empty, the usual warmth and happy aura that he had gotten used to being gone, the house now back to the desolate place it had been before she came along to light it up.

Azriel had realised how much of an ass he'd been to his mate the moment he left, and then decided that he would apologise and explain his behaviour when he returned home that night.

But then the house was empty, and the whole place void of the things that made him want to call it home, so Azriel had simply sighed, knowing he was at fault as he turned and flew to the river house.

Of course, his sister in law had glared holes into his back the entire time he had been begging Rhys to disclose Y/n's location, and even Rhys looked disgusted with his brother.

Defeated, Azriel knew she would not be found unless she wanted to be, so he decided to return and wait it out.

Just before he left the River house, he ordered his shadows to go search the whole of Velaris for Y/n.

"Leave her alone. Let her think this through. You fucked up brother, now let her decide if she wants to forgive you."

Azriel ignored Rhysand, taking off towards the home he used to share with her, now nothing but four walls and a roof to him.

He knew he fucked up, he didn't need anyone to tell him that.

But still, no one left him be. No one let him wallow in his self hatred and pity.

They made it worse by fucking caring for him.

Cassian would visit Azriel, yell and fight, but then leave him food to eat because Azriel was so busy beating himself up over his actions that he had forgotten to eat anything.

Nesta would visit, starting to clean around the house without a word, and when Azriel would try to stop her, she would just glare at him and say the same few words. She did not like untidiness. I'm doing it for her.

Rhys had also stopped sending Azriel on missions, so that didn't help in any way considering Azriel had nothing to occupy his time with, ensuring him feeling guilty all the damn time.

Her silence made him curse himself more. Being an Illyrian, he was used to fights and arguments, but he wasn't used to being ignored. You either fought it out, or you killed in the camps. There was no other choice.

The quiet was too loud for Azriel, to the point he was convinced he was going mad.

It had been almost a week of him either staring up at his ceiling, wanting to just die, or bawling his eyes out in the bathtub, because then no one would see the tears that escaped his eyes.

Once again, Azriel could not help but think of how if he had just opened up to Y/n, let himself be vulnerable, cried in front of her as he told her of everything he had been through, he wouldn't have had to wipe his tears by himself.

Because then she would have wiped his tears for him, held him through the worst of nights, and kissed his sadness away.

But alas, he just had to continue being his thick skulled bastard self.

As he now stared at the half eaten apple Feyre had shoved into his hand when she stopped by his house on her way to the art studio, his heart stopped.

No. Some of us must stay back with him.

It doesn't matter. He will cry anyway. We must go to her.

She doesn't need all of us right now.

His head whipped to where a couple of his shadows hovered nearby, his eyes wide, breath hitched in his throat.

The apple tumbled from his slack grip.

"What..."

The shadows froze, then frantically hurried away, slipping through the space under the door, the couch, the window.

And Azriel could do nothing but sit back, a broken breath escaping him at the realisation that the shadows had known all along where she had been, but had kept the knowledge from him.

They were, after all, their own being, not to be commanded but placated.

After long moments of silence, Azriel got up from the couch and slid to his knees, his head hung low in defeat.

Please, he begged.

Please.

A startled gasp jolted Azriel from the trance he'd been in, and he raised his head to find himself staring into the eyes of his beloved, the eyes he had tried so hard not to become familiar with in case she saw the truth one day, realising he did not deserve her.

Azriel stared, and stared.

And continued staring until she spoke up.

"Az- what are you doing here?"

Azriel blinked, feeling something- presumably a tear- escape his eye as he glanced around. "I... I don't-"

His shadows hissed at him before he could continue, and he paused.

"I wanted to apologise."

Her eyes, that were hard until now, softened. Whether it was at the sound of his broken voice, the state of his being, or the tears streaming down his face without him realising, he didn't know.

And he didn't care as he took in her form, clad in an oversized shirt- his shirt- and nothing else, her hair unbound and messy, the soft skin of her legs on full display for him.

Slowly, he raised his eyes to meet hers, where tears now accumulated.

"Oh Az." She mumbled, stepping forward towards his kneeling, hunched form.

"Forgive me my love. I love you, I love you so so much, I'm sorry, I didn't-"

Azriel's chest heaved as he reached his hands out, trying to grab at Y/n's shirt, but she walked forward without any prompting. Mirroring his position, she knelt in front of him, tugging him into her chest as his hands scrambled to hold her back, panicked as if she was going to vanish any moment.

It was getting harder to take a breath, tears constantly streaming down his face, any and all air he could take into his lungs escaping in startling gasps, emptying his body, lightening his head-

"Shh, take a deep breath with me."

It was nearly impossible, but he tried. Opening and closing his mouth, trying to get his lungs to work, expanding his chest voluntarily in hopes it would help.

When that didn't work, he shoved his head into the stretch of skin connecting her neck to her collarbone, letting himself drown in the unique scent of his mate.

Finally, his lungs started working again, if only to have her scent dominate all his other senses.

"It's okay, you're okay." She was still mumbling, her body so warm and welcoming as she remained wrapped around him, comforting his cold self.

"It's not." He whispered back, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'm-"

"Sorry, I know." She rubbed her hand down his back. "And I am sorry too, for leaving instead of talking it out. But now, I'm ready. I'm sure we can work things out, right?"

He nodded frantically, pulling back to show her how sincere he was being, his head tilted back to look her in the eye. She smiled at him softly, brushing his hair back from his face, quiet understanding on her face.

"It will all be okay."

It will be.

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[ilythecolorpink]

My Queen (True Form Ryomen Sukuna x fem reader)

It was the night that your whole world got filled upside down, that one man would change your life forever. Ryomen Sukuna was feared by many, he had many names such as King of Curses, Imaginary Demon, and the Disgraced One. So many Jujutsu sorcerers gave their all, but they all had fallen but you were special.

You were born into the L/N clan during the Heian Period and led a life of luxury. You were amazing and powerful, yet you were a woman. Any male who was in your presence alone could see that your beauty was beyond compare. Even though your male peers had a lot of influence over you, you still carried out every mission the same as everyone else. You were told that a village's curses needed to be removed. You descend the temple's steps as you proceed. The surroundings are desolate and dreary; clouds cover the entire sky, and the sun is nowhere to be seen.

As you get toward the village, you hear cries and screams and arrive to see the small village massacred, its entire area covered in blood. You see a man wounded run screaming “Please help us, he is going to kill everyone if you don’t put a stop to this” As you comfort him, he sobs, "I'm here now, sir. Could you please explain to me to whom you are referring?" He reacts instantly, "He is a monster, get out of here before it's too late," and then rapidly flees as you try to stop him. The sound of footsteps catches your attention as you cautiously move through the ruined village; you swiftly turn around but see nothing, so you dismiss it.

The moment you notice a cursed spirit, it yells "You're going to die" at you as you quickly prepare to confront it. You ask yourself, "It can talk? How strange. "I don't think I'm going to be the one dying today," you remark in answer. You don't give it a chance to approach you before you harm it with your cursed technique. Blood is on your lip as it moves closer to you once more, hitting you. You then avoid its attack, but eventually, as it is suffering greatly, it says agitatedly, "Who are you, are you some god or something?" you laugh as you say “Who am I? I’m not one of the gods, I’m god. Humans will go through miles across the world, just to worship the very ground I walk on. They build temples in my name alone. They cry and pray for me to give them a sign of my grace. Can’t you see it now, you have already lost. You’re nothing but a tiny spec to me. What do you think you can do?” You give your last word before finishing it off.

As you turn around and wipe the blood off, a chuckle catches you off guard. Your quick turn reveals the curse. In a deep, carnal voice, Ryomen Sukuna says, "So you're the L/N clan's only hope, huh? How pathetic" Although you admit that a feeling of dread is beginning to creep into your chest, you can't help but feel almost mesmerized by his appearance. He was undoubtedly terrifying, but there was also some beauty to him. You respond, "I'm the Y/N L/N, a member of the L/N clan. What do you want?" with an affirmative tone. As he remarks, "Not afraid of me are you? How fascinating.”

As he approaches you closer, you maintain your guarded demeanor as he says, "Let's cut the formalities and get right to it, shall we, pretty woman?" As you assume a fighting stance, you chuckle a little and say, "My how charming, let's just get this over with." He grinned as he moved quickly to get behind you and grab your wrists, saying in your ear, "Domain Expansion." You find yourself in his domain surrounded by skulls. As you look up at him and ask, "This is what you meant by cutting to the chase, huh? so, I'll ask again, "What do you want?" "I just wish to have a talk with you," he says, placing his hand on his chin. You chuckle lightly as you say, "A talk? with you? I'm sorry, darling, but I didn't think the King of Curses would want to chat with me. What could you possibly want to talk about?" He looks down in amusement and says “To put it simply, I want you to be my queen.”

A/N: Depending on what I will think about making a part 2. Sorry If I haven't written anything in a bit. I have been struggling to write something. So I hope you like it, anyway love you guys so much.

#x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #anime #fanfic #x y/n #ryomen sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #jjk ryomen #ryomen x reader #ryomen sukuna x female reader #sukuna ryomen #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #ilysm #anime and manga #part 1 #ryomen sukuna true form #true form sukuna

[wickedsick]

Page 1 and we already acknowledge this stuff, let's go. Trans Juiz real?

(also love how fucking around with Apocalypse is a Boss tradition now)

Oh.

...Juiz trans real? Please?

He's the only one who can reach such a desolate, lifeless, horrible place

(I'm British, I can make that joke)

Okay, 13 seats, including Fuuko- this tells us a lot.

Sick was officially an Open quest- Rip wasn't part of the table at that point, and Latla still isn't.

The table evolves at 12 or 13 people- and one of these seats was a reward for Sick's quest.

There's like no way Granpasshin is still in the armor.

Let's go through it.

Burn is back. His reward is based on A Silent Voice.

Summer's reward is too generic for me to pinpoint a specific inspiration - maybe it's a Warhammer, for Harley Quinn?

Both First Ten reward the same thing of two roundtable seats, which is probably what Sick gave, too.

I predicted UMA Beast, but wasn't sure about Language, since Nico soloed Language last loop. I guess this just means either Language doesn't like to fight, or Nico's the fucking greatest.

I'm gonna go with Nico being the greatest.

Given that Summer's here, and Feng still isn't a member, that's gotta be where it happens. Are they gonna give Mui Untruth again?

Oh shit, the big one. How close are we to Ragnarök? It's gotta be pretty close. Anyway, Summer is a capture, so this is manageable. Wait, no, we killed Autumn earlier. What?

The meta pick. But also, Nico could take down a First Ten by himself.

THE BOOK HAS FEELINGS! FUCK YEAH!

Apocalypse is the Heart stocks going up!

The fact that everyone fucking adores Juiz is so good.

Fuuko's pose there is just like Gina pre-phil being gay about Fuuko- Fuuko bisexual real?

Also she's literally blushing.

I was about to say Gina is crying over Fuuko loving Juiz so much but then I noticed Sean fucking stole a bite out of her cupcake. Menace.

Julia U. Stitia is a good name.

#undead unluck #fuuko izumo #uu spoilers #gina chamber #juiz uu #Julia u. stitia #nico vorgeil #ichico nemuri #enjin banba #rip tristan #latla mirah #leila mirah #apocalypse #shen xian #yusai uu #sean datz #chikara shigeno #tella uu #creed deckard #billy Alfred #phil hawkins #void volks

[saeransangel]

Futile Devices

Summary: Ellie returns to Jackson after Santa Barbara and tries to find you.

A/N: I thought of this when I heard the first/last line of the song so I had to write this out. Feedback would be appreciated!! Please comment or leave it in the ask box. Making this into a series

CW: Angst + hurt/comfort, swearing, mentions of death

WC: 1.8k NOT PROOF READ

And words are futile devices

Hot tears streamed down your face as your eyes burned holes into the back of the auburn girls head. She turned around to face you, nearly feeling your desolate stare.

Ellie didn't know what to say. She knew you were going to be broken over her leaving, but there was something sinister inside that was gnawing away at her day by day. Abby was still out there and that was not something that was going to let get away from her again. Not after everything. Not after Joel. Not after Jesse. She had to finish it.

"So that's it then?" You finally spit out. "You're just leaving me here alone?" You tried to hold in your sobs.

You had accompanied her to Seattle. You had been there for her through her entire journey. The two of you had finally started to settle down and heal from all the pain and hurt the world had brought into your lives.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." was all Ellie could muster, her gaze fixated on the floorboards. She couldn't bare to look at you, knowing that all this pain you felt was caused by her. "I have to finish it."

You let out a frustrated cry. "She doesn't get to be more important than the life we've made for ourselves."

Her stare was blank. She had heard what you said and processed it, but she knew there was nothing much she could say to make this even remotely better.

"Are you going to say anything?" You yelled.

She flinched at your tone. You had never yelled at her. Not once. It surprised her, but she knew it was deserved. After a moment she finally spoke. "I wish we were two different people. Two people who didn't need to say goodbye."

"Oh, Ellie." You tone softened from the much harsher one you had spat out earlier. You walked close enough to cup her face in your hands. "We don't have to say goodbye." Her fingers reached up to grab your hands.

"Y/N..." She sighed, tears brimming in her own eyes now. She brought your hands down from her face, still holding them in her own. She kissed your cheek softly. So softly you barely could feel her lips ghosting over your skin.

Then she was gone.

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That was the last time you saw Ellie Williams. Three months had passed and you hadn't seen her or heard a word about her. Last you heard she was in Santa Barbara.

Things were going okay. They were fine. You were soldiering on everyday. But then sometimes you would be out on patrol and see a stupid superhero collection card. Or you would think that out of the corner of your eye you would see her walking through the gates of Jackson. When things like this happened you tried your best to keep it together, but it was hard to not slip back into your bad habits like when she first left.

When she left that day you were a wreck for a month straight. There was no consoling you. All you could do was cry and worry. Dina tried her very best to comfort you but it seemed that despite her best efforts, you were still unraveled.

"Dina, I just don't understand why this had to happen. I miss her so much, I'm so worried." You sobbed, trying to catch your breath.

"I know Y/N." Dina whispered, rubbing circled on your back. That was all she could say at the time.

Now on month three without Ellie, you had begun to build up resentment. Towards yourself and towards her. You were resentful to her because she left you. On top of grieving for Jesse, who had been your best friend for years, you also had to grieve the loss of Ellie. You didn't know if she was dead or alive and at this point you could only assume the worst. But at the same time you resented yourself for even feeling this way. It felt evil and wrong. You loved this girl with all your heart and soul. It pained you the be harboring such ill will towards someone you cared so deeply for.

You shook yourself from your debilitating thoughts and sought out to find Dina, who you were out patrolling with. You found her waiting were you had tied up the horses.

"Hey, you doing alright?" She asked as you approached in silence.

"I..." miss her "I'm fine."

"Y/N, are you sure?" She asks again. She always tried to push you to open up even when you didn't want her to. But it was nice knowing she was there. You didn't want her to keep worrying about you but you also knew that if you didn't open up it would make her anxious.

"Yeah I just saw a fucking stupid trading card." You replied with a spiteful tone. Dina was quiet for a moment. Sometimes you forget she's mourning her friends too. "I'm sorry D." You said.

"Let's go home. We've got as much as we needed for today." She smiled.

Dina is an amazing friend to you. She could easily move past moments like these which helped you move past them too. You were forever grateful to her for her strength. It's been your lifeline.

The two of you rode back in comfortable silence, occasionally making small talk. The view was always so beautiful through the woods. You caught yourself smiling, enjoying the fresh air and the trees around you.

"That's what I like to see!" Dina exclaimed. It startled you out of your serenity. "Finally a genuine smile."

You laughed. You actually laughed at one of her jokes for the first time in a long time. "Yeah yeah." you sighed. "How about I race ya back?"

Without giving her a chance to respond you kick the sides you your horse and it takes off into a steady gallop.

"No fairrrr." You hear her yell from behind you. Her horse whines as it take off, advancing on you.

The guards see you two approaching and open the gate, your horses barreling in. You won but barely. You were sure that if you didn't cheat you would have lost. None the less you had a shit eating grin on your face.

The two of you continued to race the horses into the barn. Out of the corner of your eye you see a familiar silhouette with auburn hair. You shake it off, knowing that it was just a figment of your longing mind. In this moment, you finally felt free of the past and all the grief that came with it. You weren't going to let your mind ruin this for you. Maybe this is what healing felt like.

The two of you dismount your horses and brought them into the stable, getting them situated in their pens. Dina was complaining about how you cheated and barely won, you were just reveling in your small victory.

"Alright, alright." You giggled. "You're right, I'm a total mother fucker who cheated." You repeated the name she had called you seconds before.

"Thank you." She laughed and gave your shoulder a light shove. You fake flinched. "All right I'll see you later for dinner." She said as she turned on her heel walking back to her place.

You sighed happily and turned around, heading towards to field that your small house was on. You loved your little field. Wild lavender grew in small bushes and a variety of wildflowers bloomed in the spring and summer time. They were just starting to bloom for the year. As you were walking further onto the path leading up to your home, your eyes adjusted to something further ahead. You heart sank to your stomach. Your throat dried up, eyes welling with tears. No this can't be real. You thought to yourself. Your vision was blurry with tears and your breath was caught in your throat.

You turned around quickly, not wanting to dare look at the figure any longer. You nearly ran the opposite directing until you heard a voice ring out.

"Y/N,"

It's been a long, long time since I've memorized your face

Your heart was beating out of your chest, stopping dead in your tracks. You finally get the courage to turn around and when you do you see her.

"Ellie," You whisper. Your feet are moving faster than your mind, one foot desperately flying in front of the other. All resentment or anger you had felt leaving you in that moment. "Ellie!" You yelled. You were running faster than you ever had in your life. As you got closer you saw her hair was slightly disheveled. It was a bit longer than the last time you saw her. Her face still spotted with light freckles.

Your body collided with hers, arms wrapping around each other tightly. With the force of you running, you managed to send the two of you flying back, landing on the ground with an oof. Ellie sat the two of you up to where you could finally get a good look at each other. Tears were streaming down your face and hers. You couldn't get any words out. You were still in shock mentally that she was here, but your heart was hopelessly devoted to her which is how you ended up back in her arms.

Your body was trembling as you positioned yourself on your knees, hands reaching up to grab her face. "How?" Was all you could say. Your mind was racing with a million questions. What happened in Santa Barbara? Why is she back? How is she back? Is she safe? You felt her hands reach up to grasp yours, noticing her left hand now only had three digits. What happened to her fingers? She saw you noticing and got flustered. She tried to pull her hand away but you caught it, bringing it to your lips for a gentle kiss. Your eyes locked with hers.

Ellie began noticing your features. She had never forgotten what you looked like. The image of you in her head is what kept her going and fighting for all those days in exile. But somehow you looked different. You looked thinner, your once bright eyes looked drained and the bags under your eyes were dark. Her heart was breaking looking at her perfect, patient girl. The girl who ripped herself apart to follow her from Jackson to Seattle. The girl who begged her to stay when she left for Santa Barbara.

As she continued to hold you in her gaze, a strangled sob escaped from her lips. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." She cried out. "I'm so sorry." She soon felt your warm and tight embrace wrap around her trembling frame.

"Els, oh my God, you're here. You're here. I can't believe this. I-" You stopped to catch your breath. "I missed you so fucking much." You tried not to cry as you said the last part.

"I missed you too. So much." She cried.

You grabbed her arm and pulled her up, both of you standing now. You swiftly interlocked you hands.

"Let's go home."

TAGS: @percsane

#futile devices #ellie williams angst #ellie the last of us #the last of us #tlou #request #request open #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams

[dracofeathers]

Calling Fic Writers! Story Idea? -Angst-

If this is already something someone has made, ya'll need to link me ASAP cause its been rotting in my brain all week (if not longer) and I very highly doubt I'd ever be able to write it properly LOL. Art? Maybe...

Please excuse my scatterbrained explanation. I'll probably be adding to this as my little angst-loving brain thinks of more details.

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So, after x amount of time, Aziraphale returns/escapes to the bookshop from Heaven and being Supreme Archangel....just completely defeated, dazed, exhausted and just about broken/verge of breakdown. I've pictured the scene with or without his wings. Crowley and Muriel are there (or at least Crowley) and are understandably surprised/confused.

He just collapses in a sobbing heap muttering and crying "I'm sorry" "Please" "You/we can't do this" "Why" "I don't want to fall" among other unintelligible words, but doesn't seem to quite be with it enough to attempt to explain whats going on. Maybe he'd gain very slight, brief clarity upon seeing Crowley (who has also been a mess), keeps apologizing, begging for forgiveness (from him? Her? Both? Maybe) until finally passing out.

Of course Crowley steps up and tries to take care of him, and figure out whats going on. Because no matter how mad he might get at Aziraphale, how hurt he was by the end of S2, he'll always return and help his angel, because he loves him. Also I'm positive Crowley already knows Aziraphale didn't make that choice easily, that he hurt the angel as well. Bountiful soft, care-taking Crowley here because I live for it.

Eventually when Azi is a bit more stable, (as he would often rotate between quiet desolate/defeated shell shock, and near hysterical crying in fear and grief) Crowley gets bits and pieces of what happened out of him.

The "Supreme Archangel" position was merely a sort of placeholder/fake title, not an actual promotion. Because why would they want to actually give Aziraphale that kind of power to potentially use against them and their plans? He was dangerous enough

The Metatron (and other angels) lied/manipulated Aziraphale the whole time to get him to do what he/heaven wanted. And to of course separate him and Crowley. Possible eventual threats towards Crowley and others to keep Azi "in line". Book of life?

Plans of course include the second coming as it was mentioned, but I'm sure there are others mixed in. More apocalypse starting schemes etc. Never really give the full details and kept the real plans secret. Jesus only mentioned, never seen (very suspicious). Azi tries to investigate but keeps getting interrupted or thwarted. Kept a very close eye on.

Much gaslighting/mental and emotional abuse and manipulation, slowly wearing Aziraphale down in order to break and better control him. No erasing/changing of memories cause its over done to me.

God is still MIA and no one knows whats going on with Her. The Metatron says he speaks with Her, but lets face it he can't be trusted. Definitely scheming on his own with others, maybe Hell as well?

Aziraphale never falls of course, I couldn't do that to our precious angel. He'd be traumatized enough anyway.

Aziraphale tries to be a good angel so bad it hurts, wants to believe in Heaven and "The Great Plan" but is only ever hurt and betrayed for all his efforts up there.

I WILL MAKE THESE TWO WILL HAVE A PROPER TALK I SWEAR

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I just really love hurt/comfort, angst and them taking loving tender care of each other. They would have a happy ending of course. This is how I cope until season 3, don't judge me xD

Also, what I was listening to during this ramble:

#angst #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #the brainrot is real #ineffable husbands #why am I like this #I love them I swear #hurt/comfort #send help I cant get this out of my head #throw ideas at me #let talk angst #I dont like the metatron #eventual happy ending #listening to sad instrumental music as I write this #No Azi or Crowley hate will be tolerated #Aziracrow #wanna collab? #give me similar stories and art plz #they both need hugs #Youtube

[doofus-and-dragons]

This will more than likely be the last one of these I have. So, for the last time, here is my live reaction to the final season of TMA. These will be in no particular order because ice been listening to it over the span of a couple of weeks. I only listen to it at work.

TMA S5 Spoilers ahead

The cabin episode made me so sad. The eyepocolypse had even taken away their domestic bliss

I really don't remember the trenches that well. It's not a fear of mine, so it didn't shake me or stick well enough. Still good tho

The sickness episode sent me right back to senior year of highschool. I had to take a minute KXNSKXN

REVOLUTIONS WAS AMAZING I LOVED THE POETRY AND THE ACENGING OF SASHA BY KILLING NOT!SASHA. I love it.

At first I thought the worms was about Jane again but I was very wrong. It was a very interesting take!

Curiosity made me incredibly sad. I feel bad for Eric, Micheal, and Sarah(? Trinity? I don't remember. She was set on fire by a desolation avatar I think)

Also: Gertrude x Agnes perhaps???? Or at least solemn pinning? Maybe I just think it's slightly tragic to make it so and sometimes angst is good yknow?

Roots was ok, but the only part that stuck out to me was the jealous Martin scene. I listened to it like 3 times. I kept rewinding it just to list to it.

Fire Escape was SO good! It gave me a kind of manic energy as I listened to the descriptions of the fire.

Martin in the Lonely again made me cry. That's it.

"Who's this? Your boyfriend?" "Yes actually." "Oh...so is there anyway this doesn't end in me dead?"

The Basira and Daisy stuff actually did make me feel bad for Basira. Like, it's the apocalypse and she's having a whole ass crisis.

SALESA WAS INCREADIBLE

I wonder how he faked his death... man is talented and smart, I'll give him that

Skipping ahead to Martin's domain. Loved that. My boy isn't strictly human and I love that he can't deny that fact anymore.

Martin: Something something "one of you"

Jon, being a smug theater kid bastard boy: "One of us."

Like I heard that and I imagined him smirking ominously and gesturing with both his hands

He sounded so pleased that his boyfriend, as miniscule a role it had or that martin had, was like him, and I love that for him

I'm so glad Melanie and Georgie are happy. Though, the cult does weird me out (cults give me the heebie jeebies. It was a very nice touch!)

They deserve nice things.

Also, my favorite of the Cult members was Anil's character. I can't remember his name right off the top of my head, but he was wonderful. Anil did amazing with that little cameo/role

The scene where's he's arguing with Martin reminds me of that Jojo meme with jotoro and dio, but instead of stands they have their poetry clutched tight in their fists

"I dont need a poet." No, Jon, because you already have one. His name is Martin

Of course Jon gets trapped in the ocean when he doesn't have big string martin to row him out of it XD

SOMEWHERE ELSE SOMEWHERE ELSE SOMEWHERE ELSE

Annabelle Cane is wonderful, I'm so glad Jon didn't kill her. She's so chummy with Martin up until she has to be a dramatic villain and I love that for her!

The ladder episode made me grin like a maniac manly because I would be the Martin in that situation. I love the feeling of falling/floating, but I hate actually getting myself to fall. I physically can't do it. I can barely dive into the lake from my papaw's boat

Martin, there are thousands of fanfics that dive into you two getting together without the trauma. Don't even.

NO JON THE PLAN

Hey, real elias! That's where him being a stoner comes from! Because he is one! Nice.

I love og Elias, and I would protect him with my life I don't care.

Oh wait it was just Magnus dreaming

JON NO THE PLAN FUCKING HELL

I almost cried when Martin was yelling at Jon. The boys are fighting

THE KISS HOLY SHIT ALEX SAKD THEY WOULDNT KISS THEY KISSED AH

They're somewhere else being happy and domestic now you can't change my mind

#basira hussain #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #mag 200 #tma s5 #tma s5 spoilers #melanie king #georgie #their cult ig #mikaele salesa #alice daisy tonner #jonmartin #somewhere else #annabelle cane

[gamerbearmira]

Christmas...but...sad...

HEY GUYSSSSS I SAID. ANGST AND FLUFF. WELL HERES THE HURT/COMFORT.

This took me a lot longer because I was also writing the other one, and I did some quick art before I left. Currently??? Its almost done, so I'll post it a bit later. But for now have this <\\\\333

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The remaining members of the Madrigal family sat in the now desolate Casita. The snow whirled around outside, and the walls of the house d Wid little to shield those within. The candle was melting, almost on its last leg. Casita had almost no magic, its movements old. Antonio shuddered, his small body shaking as he looked up at his older sister. Dolores pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him in a poor attempt to keep him warm. Isabela and Mirabel were curled up together, trying to keep each other warm. The gifts had long since faded and disappeared, and they were left with nothing. Luisa sat next to Camilo, who huddled underneath his poncho, though he was just as cold as before.

Dolores frowned as she felt Antonio grab her hand. His little hands were freezing, shivering in the cold winter air. They were stiff, and it was clear he had some form of frostbite. He was still so cold.

The six tried to huddle closer, trying to form some kind of body heat. The melting candle offered no warmth, and the little light it gave was dying slowly. It was only a matter of time at this point.

Luisa, not wanting anyone to remain cold, had an idea. Using the last of her strength, she scooped up her hermanas and her primis. Her arms wrapped around them, shielding them from the snow falling through the roof and the cold air that only seemed to grow more.

No words were said as they sat there. Their eyes stayed on the candle, though occasionally they would drift towards each other or the pictures on the wall that were covered in frost. The pictures of the family they once were, that they once had. But it seemed like they were now being punished, and they couldn't do anything about it. All they could do was pray the storm would end, biding their time.

It seemed like it had been hours. It could have been, not that they could tell. Their perception of time was long gone; all the clocks had frozen. Antonio was barely moving, his eyes glazed over. The only thing that even indicated his still being there was his breath in the cold air. But even that was staggering.

"Lola..." Antonio looked up at Dolores, who had been holding him. But it wasn't lost on the other four that Antonio wasn't going to last much longer. They couldn't help but look at him with glassy eyes.

"Yes, Toñito?" Dolores asked, trying to hide the breaking in her voice.

"I'm...so tired. I know you said not to but...I wanna go to sleep," Antonio said, curling closer to the group huddle. His eyelids kept falling, lower and lower, and he was failing to keep them up.

Dolores felt a lump form in her throat, and she looked down at Antonio. As much as she wanted him to remain awake, she knew he was probably in pain, and he wouldn't even last the night had to go to sleep at one point anyway.

"Ok, Antonio. You...you can go to sleep," Dolores said, her voice finally cracking. The others watched on with tears in their eyes that threatened to fall. Antonio looked at them confused, his child's mind not understanding what was happening.

"Why are you crying? I'm not going anywhere," Antonio closed his eyes, his breathing slowing. "I promise...it's only for a little while. Buenos noches."

The other five watched him, his breathing slowing more and more. They hoped he had a good dream, and hoped he joined the rest of the family and got away from the cold.

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Antonio looked around. He was in Casita. It looked...normal though. Before the storm. Before the magic died.

"Hello?" He called, suddenly feeling a lot warmer. But he felt alone. He didn't know where everyone was. He wondered if his siblings or primas were here. It was over, the storm was over, so...where were they?

"Antonio?" Antonio turned around, hearing a familiar voice. "Is that you?"

"¡Papá!" Antonio exclaimed with a smile, running into Félix's arms. The man picked his son up, smiling, though confused.

"Y-You're here? Already?" Felíx asked and Antonio looked at him in innocence.

"What do you mean?" Antonio asked. Felíx's eyebrows raised as he realized what Antonio had said. He didn't understand. But something in Felíx told him not to tell the small boy.

"Don't worry about it mijo. Why don't we go meet the others while we wait for your primas and hermanos," Felíx suggested and Antonio cheered. He hugged his father close, feeling warm as he was carried away into a strange light.

-

Dolores didn't let go of Antonio. He was so cold, and so still. And she still didn't let go. None of them did. They refused to let of him, of each other. Now more than ever, they needed to stay. They couldn't let themselves be alone, not now, not ever.

The candle was getting lower and lower. The light was dying. The magic was too, and with it, the snowstorm was only getting stronger. What was left of Casita was falling apart. The wood was falling away, the age showing. More snow piled in, and it was clear the house might not make the night.

"Get closer," Isabela said, and the all got even closer, if that was possible. Luisa's large arms were still wrapped around them, taking the brunt of the storm. Snow piled on her, though she could no longer feel the cold sleet melting through her dress and onto her skin.

Her eyelashes were frosted, and she blinked, her eyes growing blurry. She teared up but didn't let any fall. Not that she could. It seemed like they were freezing on the spot. She knew. But she didn't tell them.

"I love you guys. And I'll always protect you," Luisa said softly, her voice faint, a stark contrast to what it used to be.

Mirabel clung to her older sister's arm. "We love you too Luisa," she murmured, the other 3 mumbling the same sentiment.

It took a moment. Only a moment. But Mirabel realized that she got no response. Usually Luisa, even in their current predicament, would always respond with something about loving them more. But she didn't. She said nothing. Mirabel couldn't hear anything. Though her glasses were covered in frost, she managed to shakily squeeze Luisa's hand.

Luisa's hand remained still.

"L-Luisa?" Mirabel said through chattering teeth, looking up at her sister, who was still hugging them. Mirabel swore her breath left her when she saw Luisa's face. It was still. There was a small smile, but that was it. Her eyes, they were open, low-lidded. But she didn't blink.

"Luisa?"

-

Luisa blinked away her grogginess, groaning softly as she sat up. She was still on the floor, but her arms were empty. Before she could panic, she caught a glimpse of socks. Socks only worn by one person she knew.

"Papá?" Luisa said unsurely, looking up. Agustín stood there, looking nothing like he did the last time she saw him. He looked like he did any other day. He helped her up, a bright smile on his face as he greeted her.

"Hola mija," he said softly, and Luisa stared at him. She looked around once more before realizing what happened. Tears well up in her eyes, and Agustín quickly pulled her into a hug. She sobbed into his shoulder, apologizing over and over again.

"I couldn't protect them...I'm so sorry..." She said between sobs, and Agustín stood there holding her. After she had calmed down some, he pulled her back.

"Luisa. It's not your fault. None of this is. And you don't have to worry anymore, ok?" He reassured her. Luisa sniffed, looking down before nodding. "You did all you could, and that is more than enough. Now, come on. The others are waiting."

Luisa held her father's hand, and he guided her into the soft and strangely comforting light.

-

Four. There were only four of them now. And with Luisa having joined the rest of the family, they knew that it was only a matter of time before the rest of them went as well. It was a waiting game, one that they wanted no part up, but had no choice but to play in.

The candle wax melted slowly. So slowly, it was almost painful to watch. But they had nothing better to do. It provided no warmth and barely any light. Because of that, they had no reason to make any effort to keep it lit. Besides, without their abuela, there was no point in trying.

"You know flowers don't last very long in the cold," Isabela said, attempting to laugh, though she failed miserably. "And neither will I. Not for much longer."

"Isa? What are you saying?" Dolores asked, and Mirabel was already crying at Isabela's implication.

Isabela simply smiled at Dolores, before finally speaking. "I mean," she said, leaning against Luisa, the fatigue in her eyes obvious. "I'm going to go to sleep too."

Mirabel did her best to move forward, grabbing onto Isabela's hands. "No, no, Isa, you can't," she said, her voice breaking, the cold tears streaming down her face. "D-Don't leave me, Isa, please, you...you can't."

Isabela cupped Mirabel's face, kissing her forehead. "I'm sorry Mira. But I can't...I can't fight anymore. I love you."

Mirabel desperately tried to get Isabela to wake up. She did. But she just stayed still, her eyes closed as she leaned against Luisa's still body. It took forever to get away, and Mirabel cried, Camilo holding her close in an attempt to comfort her, knowing both her sisters were gone.

-

Isabela looked around at the kitchen she had woken up in. It was Casota's kitchen. Of course, it wasn't covered in snow, and everything was still intact. Which confused her. And last she knew she was in the corner of the candle room watching the candle die after saying goodbye to her sister.

Isabela's eyes widened as she covered her mouth. "Am I dead?"

Before Isabela could even attempt to panic she felt a warm hand grab her own, and she was turned around. His eyes widened when she saw Julieta's warm smile as she looked at her daughter. Isabela could hardly believe her eyes when she saw her.

"Hola Isabela," she said softly, the same soft voice she had missed so much. "Are you hungry?" Isabela looked down and saw an arepa in her hand. It was warm, fresh off the stove.

She hesitantly took a bite. As soon as she did, tears streamed down her face, and Julieta held her close, guiding her towards the soft light. "Come on mija. It's ok. You don't have to worry anymore."

-

Dolores watched Camilo and Mirabel. The two were curled up together, Camilo comforting Mirabel. Dolores couldn't help but smile at the memory of her walking into the nursery and seeing Camilo comforting Mirabel right after the ceremony. He refused to leave her side for weeks.

Dolores felt her eyelids falling, and she nodded off for a moment. Though she could no longer do it, she could feel her heartbeat slowing. She wondered if Mariano was ok. Did he get out of the Encanto before the storm started? Or was he gone like the rest of them?

At least she got to confess to him. While they never did get married, or have the kids they wanted...at least she was able to be with him, even if it was only for a little while.

Dolores shifted, her head leaning against Isabela's cold shoulder as she held the still very cold and stiff Antonio. She hadn't let him go and she didn't intend to. She looked at Camilo and Mirabel, still curled up close. Mirabel had long since calmed down now, but behind her frosted green glass, and in the faint light of the candle, she could see her eyes were puffy.

Camilo seemed to notice Dolores looking at them. He stared at her for a moment before he finally realized she had stopped moving. Her breaths were barely coming out, even in the cold air amid the snow.

"Lola? You...you're not leaving too, are you?" Camilo asked in a shaky voice. Dolores's eyes shifted, and she smiled at her younger brother. She reached her hand hand, and Camilo grabbed it. He tried to act tough, but she could see the tears welling up in his already red eyes. "You're hands are so cold...if you go to sleep...I won't stop you. But I will cry."

Dolores laughed at Camilo's attempt at a joke. Even now, he was still trying to make her laugh. "Te amo hermanito."

Camilo smiled, blinking away tears as he squeezed her hand and held Mirabel a little closer. "Te amo, hermana."

-

Dolores looked around. She was on the stairs of Casita. She looked down and noticed they were still intact. The wood wasn't broken, there were no cracks or splinters. She carefully stepped down, walking down the stairs as slowly as she could, looking around.

"Hello? Camilo? Mirabel?" She looked around, not seeing anyone. "I-Is anyone here?" Dolores was getting worried, and maybe a little scared.

"Dolores, up here mija," Dolores turned around, looking up the stairs. Pepa was standing there, a bright smile on her face and a rainbow over her head. Dolores said nothing, and immediately scrambled up the stairs. As soon as she was close, she met Pepa with a tight huh.

"You're here! You're actually here!" Dolores sobbed, burying her face in her chest. Pepa hugged her eldest, gently petting her hair.

"Of course. I wouldn't leave you alone forever, you know that," Pepa said softly, kissing Dolores' head. She helped the girl up, letting her lean against her. "Come on. The family is waiting for us."

-

Camilo hugged Mirabel close. His poncho did little to keep him warm, but he desperately hoped Mirabel was warm enough. It was just him and her, just like when they were kids. It was sort of ironic, they spent some of their first moments together, and now they were possibly spending their last together.

"Camilo?" Mirabel asked in a quiet voice, unable to look at him anymore, her glasses completely frosted over.

"Yeah?" He said, his eyes heavy as he stared at the almost-out candle.

"Did you...did you ever think it would end like this?" Mirabel asked. Camilo paused, not saying anything. He looked at the faces of the other family members before he looked towards Mirabel. He could see the fear in her face, and he no doubt knew he also had fear in his eyes.

He was scared to go. But he knew it had to happen.

"No," he said simply. He felt his eyes growing heavier and heavier. The cold no longer hit him, the storm was nothing to his raw and frostbitten skin. He carefully removed his poncho. The fabric was frozen, and he shook it before placing it on Mirabel, who looked confused.

"Camilo? What are you...?" Mirabel asked, looking at her primo, though she considered him a twin.

"I might not have thought it'd have ended like this, but I'm glad you're here with me," Camilo said. Mirabel looked at him, and at first, she looked angry. Angry that he was going, and she couldn't do anything about it. But as Camilo leaned against Luisa, Mirabel just grabbed his hand, leaning against him and sobbing. "This is some Christmas huh?"

Mirabel let out a watery laugh at his poorly made joke. She sniffed, holding his hand. "Yeah, it is."

"Maybe we'll be primos or twins...in another universe," Camilo said, his eyes closing, and he only heard Mirabel's voice.

"Maybe," Mirabel whispered, clutching Camilo's poncho.

-

Camilo looked around. He was sitting on one of the couches, which was in the same condition it was before the candle and storm fiasco. He stood slowly, and he walked around the courtyard for a moment.

"Uh...hello?" He called out but got no initial answer.

Was he alone? Had he ended up alone, what happened to Mirabel? He wanted to go back if was alone, he didn't wanna alone.

Camilo was panicking slightly, his eyebrows furrowed as he continuously looked around. He suddenly heard the sound of rushed footsteps. Flying around the corner was Bruno, who looked out of breath. Camilo stared in shock, unable to articulate words.

"I...I'm here! Sorry, I'm late," Bruno said standing up. He had an unsure smile on his face as he looked at Camilo. "So uh...long time no see, huh?"

Camilo didn't know what to say, and he simply threw himself into Bruno's arms. The man looked shocked, looking around before looking back at Camilo, who was still hugging him. Bruno hesitated, before wrapping his arms around his oldest nephew.

"I missed you so much," Camilo said, not letting Bruno.

He smiled pulling him closer. "I missed you too kid. I missed you a lot." Bruno hugged Camilo for a moment longer before he pulled away. "Come one. We gotta go meet the rest of the family."

Camilo stopped, causing Bruno to look back. "What about Mirabel? She's...she's still there, alone!"

Bruno gave a sad smile as he looked at Camilo. "She won't be alone for much longer. I promise. Now come on." Camilo paused for a moment before taking Bruno's hand, following Bruno into the light ahead.

-

Mirabel had nothing in her. She couldn't fight anymore. She was alone, and she didn't want to be alone. She was so cold, she felt hot, but she refused to remove Camilo's poncho. She wouldn't. Refused.

She stared at the candle, which was nothing was a small flame. The wax had melted away, and the wick was barely holding up against the winds, which had only gotten stronger.

"I guess it's time for me to go to sleep too," Mirabel said. She reached over with a tired, heavy arm, and grabbed the candle. She held it close, and for the first time in a while, she felt something equivalent to warmth. She cradled it in her hands, watching the flame slowly die out.

Smoke was left in the place of the flame. Mirabel held the small piece of wax, and her eyes slowly began to close. She felt herself growing more and more tired. She finally closed her eyes, knowing she wouldn't be alone more.

-

Mirabel opened her eyes, standing in the courtyard of Casita. She looked around, marveling at the fact that the house was almost new, or at least when it first formed. She looked around for anyone but spotted no one.

As she walked forward, she saw something fluttering. She walked closer, slowly. It was a small golden butterfly. She couldn't help but follow it, her eyes light with a gentle glow. She kept walking until she got to the entrance of the dining room. She stopped short, seeing her abuela...and her abuelo. Two people she thought she'd never see.

"Abuela? Abuelo? What...?" Mirabel stopped, and Alma walked closer, cupping her cheeks and kissing her.

"We've been waiting for you nieta," Alma said and grabbed her hand.

"Really?" Mirabel asked and Pedro nodded.

"Yes," he said gently and guided her alongside Alma. Mirabel was confused for a moment, but after entering the soft light, that led into the dining room. Her eyes widened.

The whole family was there. The ones she thought had left her for good. She thought she'd never seen them again, but here they were. Pedro sat her down next to Antonio, who smiled up at her, and Luisa, who did the same.

"You guys are here?" Mirabel asked with a laugh of disbelief.

"Yes. And now that everyone's here, we can start Christmas dinner," Alma smiled, sitting down at her seat at the head, while Pedro sat at the other end. Mirabel paused but didn't say anything. She simply nodded, happy to join her family.

Finally, they were together again. And they didn't intend to leave each other ever again.

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SADNESS, MUCH SADNESS :(((

But yeah. Half based on the little match girl and. Some other random crap, idk. I just wanted to write Christmas angst. But I will post fluff later <333

ANYWAY. SORRYBI DON'T HAVE ANY ART THIS YEAR :((( BUT MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!! I hope everyone has a great day ❗❓🗣🗣🗣

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #encanto Camilo #encanto Luisa #encanto alma #encanto pedro #encanto julieta #encanto pepa #encanto bruno #encanto Agustín #encanto felix #the little match girl #chirstmas #merry christmas #christmas eve

[na-t0]

𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵

Vash the Stampede x reader (no pronouns used)

The piece below contains the bleak words from a remitter that considered not deserving a response from its addressee. A mere confession from a worn out soul to another.

A farewell letter dedicated to the man with a geranium colored spirit.

A farewell letter dedicated to the man that will be loved until the five moons that adorn the sky, fall before the eyes of this desolate heart.

The reason why I am writing this letter to you is somewhat difficult to explain. It's something much bigger than me, a greater power beyond my comprehension that unfortunately, is slowly consuming everything around me. I’ve come to find myself plunged into deep despair, and at the same time, I learnt to accept the cowardice that has been invading me for not being able to muster the necessary strength to look at you in the eyes and tell you what you will read here in a few moments.

Pretty easy right? To hide between words, ink and paper. I'm sorry about that.

I will start by saying that, when I first met you, I came to realize that everything I knew and defined as my world would transform into something entirely different. You were the strike of lightning in the pouring rain, a hit that came with enough force to demolish an entire city. Your presence was all over the place, making it hard to ignore you. Every step you took resonated loudly in my head. And despite of what your name represents and what people often acknowledges you as, I have realized that it only covers a small part of what you truly are.

I think you are incredible, Vash. You are kind, you are a gentle being. You are the most wonderful coincidence that I have met in my life. You are an imperfect creation, but so am I. And so is everything else. And no matter how hard I try, I'll never be able to fully comprehend your greatness. But that's okay, because I already came to create my own conclusions. Just like you don't need to fully understand why I feel the way I feel when I notice you are near me. Or how the blood flows violently in each and every of my veins when I hear you breathing softly while you are sleeping on my chest. Even when, I suppose that you too have already come to create your own conclusions about it.

My love for you has grown so unbridled that I fear of losing my mind. So, that's why I decided to get away from you, from the room we shared, from the city where we used to travel together. Having you by my side hurt, because despite the suffocating closeness, you were still miles away from me.

And it hurt, it hurt immensely because my heart is exposed. Open the palm of your hand and there you will find it, bleeding and throbbing with emotion and life. While yours, is hiding behind an iron barrier attached to the left side of your chest. A barrier I could never cross no matter how hard I tried.

And because of that, I wish your gaze had never met mine. I wish you had never saved my life. I wish our lips had never touched. I wish you had never felt embarrassed to undress yourself in front of me. I wish I never had to see you cry while nightmares tormented you at midnight. I wish your pain would just go away. I wish you never had to suffer. I wish you had never deprived me of the right to love you.

I wish for so many things.

And I also foolishly wish that you loved me as much as I do, despite everything, despite all of this.

I love the scars in your body that form together a map I have traveled so many times with my lips, a map vividly embodied in my memory. I love your eyes and the color of your hair. I love the little mole that adorns the highest part of your left cheekbone. The aroma of your skin and the contrast of temperatures that your hands emit when you embrace me. I love when you laugh and I also love that you are easily moved to tears. I love the sound of your voice at any time of the day. I love listening to you hum that song you like so much and I love dancing with you that waltz we drunkenly invented one night out in the dark alley of a bar, and therefore, only you and I know. I love all the versions I've met of you.

I have even come to hate that word, ‘love’, because I consider that is too vague to describe what arises within my being when I lift my stare from the floor and see you standing in front of me. But I've learned to settle for it, so yes, I love you. I absolutely love everything about you, your worst and your best. I love you, Vash. And I am a slave to my own body because it refuses to feel otherwise, to think otherwise.

I will be devoted to you until eternity comes to an end, even though I don't really have a clue of how long that will be.

Knowing you, that idea does not please you at all.

So, forgive me.

Forgive me for stumbling upon your way that rainy day, and for trying to love you the days that came next.

Forgive me for that, and for all the other things, so I can leave without wanting to look back.

                   -Yours entirely. Yours forever.

What followed after was the image of Vash going through the door, running after those faint footsteps of your boots imprint in the unforgiving sand of May City. Holding against his chest the crumpled piece of paper that had the last bit of your essence. The trace that a weak, broken heart left behind as an old souvenir. Pieces slowly intermingling with the ground, waiting to be picked up by the hands that undid them in the first place. And as he ran, it wasn't just the scorching sun of a summer afternoon the only thing that burned. The love you felt for that mysterious man with the empty smile and tender eyes was consumed in ashes. The sun was burning, but your heart and your soul, were burning even stronger. And Vash ran, he ran for hours until his legs sank in the dryness. Ran until your trail was lost. And he cried too, cried until exhaustion did not allow a single more sob to come out of his throat. But he managed to stand up, just like he always has, and kept searching. Praying silently to the heavens for another coincidence, another way to find you once again.

#Vash the Stampede #trigun angst #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash angst #trigun fic #Trigun #trigun stampede #trigun stampede fic #trigun x reader #trigun anime #trigun maximum #trimax #vash x you #vash x y/n

[always-andromeda]

Glimpse of Us | Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Word Count | 1,887

Summary | Eddie wonders when you're going to give him up.

Author's Note | hey all! I wrote part of this while I was a little intoxicated after watching the new episodes, so I'm gonna blame that if any part of this is bad. I literally could not fall asleep until I got this little scenario out. so it's kind of small but also made me cry very much.

Warnings | spoilers for stranger things 4!! mentions of blood and violence, general angst, nothing else I can think of!!

You’re in his bedroom again. And he’s rubbing his nose as he looks down at the binder in his lap. Another campaign he’s working on for Hellfire, you figure. But when he hears his door creak open, all his attention is on you. That smile of his grows, beautifully crooked and all yours.

“Hey, baby.” He says fondly. Like he’d been waiting for you to get there.

Your mind is swimming in all sorts of words. You can’t make your mouth form anything substantial. It’s like all of the most vital ones are stuck to the lining of your esophagus.

Before you choke, you ask him, “Are you gonna spend all day in here?”

“It’s all I can do, sweetheart.” His reply sinks to the bottom of your stomach like an anchor. You practically drag your feet over to where Eddie sits on his bed. By the time your hands hit his comforter, you feel like you’ve walked across a desert. Mouth dry, heels aching, tongue swollen, and heart beating fast. But his touch alleviates all of it. As soon as his ringed fingers brush against your wrist, he’s bringing you closer to him.

He lays back on his bed and keeps your head right over his chest. You nestle into his side so naturally. If you were to be buried, you’d like it to be here, with your arms wrapped around his torso. You take a deep breath, glad that he doesn’t reek of the grimy desolation of the upside down.

Where did that memory come from?

No. You're not thinking of that terrible place. Instead, it’s his cheap cologne filling your nostrils. It’s his cigarette smoke and minty mouthwash that you so love the taste of on your tongue. It’s so overwhelming you almost aren't aware that his skin is ice cold. And the normally tanned skin of his hand as it lays over yours, has faded to a ghostly gray comparable to the color of his rings. He shouldn't look like that; shouldn't feel like that. You find it difficult to swallow down your horror.

“You should really let some air in here.” You manage to choke out. That sentence was familiar enough on your lips. You’d said it plenty of times, especially if he’d smoked in his room while his uncle wasn’t home. The trailer’s airflow was terrible even at the best of times. 

Your mind wanders to the air vent that you know is in the corner of Eddie’s room. A vision creeps up on you. The cover bursting open, those deadly creatures flooding the room, and Eddie attempting to shield you and Dustin with his body from the vicious attack.

His voice brings you back, “It’s not like I’d need it.”

You can’t think about his words too much. The implication makes your eyes sting and you blink hard, changing the subject, “Everyone’s asking about you.”

But this Eddie is just as relentless as he was when he was made of flesh and blood, “They still think I did it?”

This time, you’re not even sure if you know what he’s talking about. Your voice sounds meek, “Did what?” There’s a pinch at the back of your mind, something straining. It's begging to be freed from the confines of your head's ability to black it all out.

“Killed Chrissy Cunningham.” He says it simply. There’s no way you can ignore the itch now. It tears you apart, making you feel almost rabid. You don’t still live in the world where Chrissy Cunningham is a pretty, popular, and very much still alive cheerleader. Then again, you don’t even live in the world where Eddie is a suspected murderer on the run. But you can’t believe that yet.

You want to scream. How could all of those people think your Eddie is a murderer? At least the chaos of the earthquake would help him hide better. The police couldn’t possibly be following any sort of leads on his disappearance. As much as the world was in deep shit, it guaranteed that there were bigger problems than one measly murder suspect.

“Yeah. They think you’re dead too.” You say plainly, hoping it offers Eddie some comfort. You know how nervous he's been about being caught.

“That’s one thing they got right.”

The truth comes hurtling towards you, smacking you directly in the face, and not giving you a chance in hell to recover. You live in the world where it’s like Eddie never existed, save for the missing posters that people swiftly deface with the devil horns and fangs he used to taunt them with. Every time you see them, that sharp pain slices your heart.

“Stop. Absolutely not. They’ve never been right. Not about you.” You hide your face, hoping if you just bury yourself into the fabric of his Hellfire shirt it’ll simply swallow you whole. This isn’t real. None of it is real.

Eddie is silent for a little too long. It starts making you worry that you closed your eyes so tightly that it poofed Eddie from your life once more. Maybe the blackness of the back of your eyelids was a better alternative to that existence.

“When are you gonna accept it?” He says, voice seemingly closer to your ear though you haven’t felt him move. If you know anything about him, you know how he sounds when he's teasing you. You feel his hand caressing your back, up and down, encouraging the memories to leave their nest in the pit of your stomach.

“Never.” you answer firmly.

“Sweetheart…” He begins like he's actually going to chide you. Not even this version of Eddie could bear to really be upset with you, though.

You finally sit up to look at him properly. “Don’t talk to me like that.” You poke his chest with your index finger and let it fall. You can't remember a time where you've been this serious with Eddie.

“Because I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.” You struggle to speak through the lump in your throat. Playing with the hem of his shirt and studying the stitching, you notice the dirt and the long dried blood. You weren't quite sure how you'd missed it before. The deep burgundy blossoms over the once pure white fabric. It looks real enough that you're sure if you touched those spots, you could feel the tears in his skin underneath. And just below that, the molecules that could no longer function. 

Using two fingers to lift your chin from the spot you're fixated on, he brings you back up to his gaze. “You’re gonna take it one day at a time.” he says sternly. But you're too busy staring into his eyes. Did he always have those flecks of gold floating around in the muddy brown of his irises?

Eddie continues, “You’re gonna get older. You’re gonna go to college. And you’re gonna leave this hellhole in the dust. Most importantly, you’re gonna forget all about me.”

A tear pricks at the inner corner of your eye and your voice shakes, “No. I won’t. I am never going t—”

Eddie stops you dead in your tracks, holding a hand up passively, “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I’m gonna be offended. Gotta be alive for that. I’m just glad I kept you and the kid safe.” He smiled softly then. How your mind could replicate Eddie this well almost scared you. It was a reminder of how so many of your days and nights had been spent with him, wasting away the hours until you were so tired, you had no choice but to fall asleep on his chest.

Your hand cupping his cheek, you find how much you miss its warmth. “You really did a good job. You’re my hero, ya know?” you murmur.

Eddie gives a toothy grin, “You mean little old me?”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes and lightly slap his shoulder. His expression goes serious. The frozen surface of his skin could numb your fingers if you kept your hand there too long. But still, you ran your thumb down the middle of his chapped bottom lip, “I miss you.”

His reassurance comes through those blue lips, quieting any sort of sentimentality, “You’ve got better things to do than that, baby. There’s a whole world out there.” He motions towards his door, opening just a crack and swaying gently. You can hear the faint sound of wind blowing through it.

“I wish you could see it with me. I wish everyone out there could see you this way.” It's entirely true. You believe if the world only knew the Eddie that lived in your mind's eye, they could never remember him as that dangerous cult leader and murderer they painted him to be.

Eddie chuckles, “Sweetheart, you know just as well as I do that the world doesn’t look too kindly upon guys like me.”

You're rambling now, “If they knew how you were—how you are—if only they could understand even for a—”

“But you understood me?” He asks suddenly.

“Of course.” You reply tenderly.

“That’s all I ever needed.”

“No—”

Eddie interrupts you again, “I don’t need the people who spent every day despising me trying to figure me out. As long as you know who I was, that’s all that matters.” How this cruel but comforting mockery of Eddie could convince you he is right, you may never know. Maybe it’s the fact that Eddie was often right about things that insulates your own confidence in his words.

“You gonna let go soon?” The question mirrors what he'd asked you minutes before. The only difference is his tone; it's subdued and more willing to accept the answer that's already on the tip of your tongue. 

Once again, you say, “Never.”

His wet eyes sparkle as he blinks slowly. If there's anything you're grateful for, its that if you keep staring at them, it's almost like he's really still there. Still alive and abundant with life.

Laying you back down on his chest, he says, “Okay, sweetheart. You take as much time as you need. But as soon as you’re ready…that door is open. And I don’t want you wasting a second longer than you have to. Got it?”

“Yeah.” You didn't need forever here. Just a little longer; just long enough to commit him to memory. No matter how set this version of him was on you moving on, he'd always have a place in the back of your mind. He'd always be like this, reclined in his room, pulling you impossibly close to him and tracing patterns on your lower back.

“We’ll take it one day at a time,” he whispers. You close your eyes one last time.

Even when you wake up from the dream, you swear you can feel his hand, ruffling your hair at the root and threading his fingers through it. As you lie in bed, you can pretend he's still there. The most glaringly obvious hole in your imagination is the lack of his chest, subtly rising and falling beneath you. But even in the dream, you were sure you'd seen him breathe. He was merely a ghost, reflecting the bits and pieces of a man you'd never see in the flesh again.

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okay so basically, it’s f readerxprice (he’s so bbg) and they’re secretly in a relationship like no one on the 141 knows and right before this mission they eloped. But BASICALLY bc the angst is angsting they get caught in a huge fire fight and Price runs to lead the bad people away from where she was hiding to protect her but shes like “fuck that we are not separating” and goes after him but she’s too late and can’t save him

(Screaming, crying, throwing up submitting this but I know you’re gonna do great shawty🥰🙏)

pairing: price x f!reader

a/n: HEY i'm sorry this took so long to dish out, but i sadly had so much physics work to do. nonetheless, it is here, it's not the best, but i hope you like it regardless! (also i changed it up a bit, but it's basically still the same premise.)

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Recon By Fire

"I mean it, you know?" Price whispered into her hair, leaving a light kiss on her head. His arms laced around her waist as she lay on his chest. "Mean what?" She questions, gently running her pointer finger across his bare chest. "About getting married." He says matter-of-factly. 

"You're still drunk, John," She laughed, lifting her head slightly to look at his face. She was met with a stone-cold expression, eyes full of seriousness. "I'm serious." Her eyes widened as she sat up quickly. "John." He gently grabbed one of her hands, massaging her palm with his finger.

"I mean it." Her mouth opens slightly. "You want to marry me? What about all the complications?" She continues. "You are my superior. People already talk and don't even know we are dating." He grunts. "So let them." She lets out a breath. "John, are you being serious?"

He lets go of her and rummages through his shirt pocket, pulling out a simple silver band with a small diamond in the middle. "Very." She straightens her back, letting out a quiet laugh. "I know it's not the most magnificent ring, but I can get you-" He's cut off by her springing towards him and encasing him in a tight hug. 

"I love it." She says, her eyes brimming with tears. "I love you. Of course, I'll marry you." He releases a breath of relief. "Oh, thank God." She pulls away and watches as he grabs her hand and slips the ring on her finger. "Fits like a glove." She looks up at him. "You did good." 

"I always do good, no?" He cheekily smiles. She rolls her eyes, with a smile on her face, and reaches her hands out to cup his face to kiss him. 

After lazily lying around for a while, they decided to get some takeout. Although all they wanted to do was laze around, their hunger overrode their tiredness. They reluctantly dragged themselves out of the cozy bed and slipped their shoes on to head out. Price grabbed her coat and slipped it onto her. "What a gentleman." She beamed. "Only sometimes." He said, causing her to hit his bicep gently.

Her and Price wandered the city streets until they reached a whole-in-the-wall diner. They opted to take their food to go to enjoy the apartment's warmth. 

On their walk home, Price pulled a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. "Were those just sitting next to my ring?" She questioned, cocking an eyebrow. He chuckled raspily, getting the lighter from his pocket to spark the smoke. "John." She urged. He turned to face her and rolled his eyes at her aversiveness. "Fine. Fine, Your Highness." He said, courteously bowing his neck to her, tossing his cigarette on the ground and stepping on it. "I quite like that." She hummed. He smiled at her comment, and they both continued walking.

As he was glazing over the surrounding building, one stood out. An old, desolate building. It was built with white bricks and had red accents. The only thing that caught his eye was the sign in the shape of a heart with two cherubs on either side that read, "Honey Magnolia's Wedding Chapel," in the middle of the building. He halted.

She turned her head to face him. "Everything okay?" She questioned. He turned to face her. "Do you see that over there?" He gestured to the little chapel. "Yes. I have eyes. I can see it." She laughed. He rolled his eyes. "Can we detour?" 

"The food will get cold." She remarked. "It will only take a second. I want to go look on the inside." She grudgingly obliged. They crossed the road to go into the chapel, almost getting hit by a bike in the process but getting there unscathed. Price pulled open the door for her and was met with the noise of a little bell. He followed suit after her. 

It was small on the inside. It was mainly white, but there were pictures hanging around of what they assumed were couples who had gotten married there. 

As they continued looking around, a woman's voice echoed off the walls. "What a beautiful couple we have here!" The woman walked over to them and gathered them in a hug. She let go of them and walked behind the desk. "What special would you like today?" The woman questioned, her smile taking up her whole face, pulling out a laminated book containing the various offers available. 

Price's fiance's eyes went wide, quickly correcting the woman. "Oh. No. We're just looking around." She smiled. Price glanced at her and then at the woman. "What were the specials?" He questioned. His finance swiveled her head to face him, her eyes going wide. "Can you give us one moment, please?" Price pursed his lips as she dragged him by the arm to a nearby corner.

"John." Her voice carried a warning tone. "I was just wondering about the specials." He insisted. Her eyes narrowed. "Quite the coincidence you asked me to marry you only a bit ago, no?" He shrugged, a smirk taking over his face. "What are you proposing?" She questioned, speciously. 

"I mean, we're engaged."

"Yes."

"This is a wedding chapel."

"Clearly."

"We are going to get married."

"Naturally."

"Well.." He continued. "Why don't we just do it here?" She let out a soft laugh.

"Oh come on." He smiled, grabbing her hands. "Marry me." He looked into her eyes. "Right here. Right now." Her face plastered an unsure expression. "What will everyone say? A secret marriage?"

"Stop worrying about everyone else. This is about us." He brought his hands up and gently grazed her cheek with his thumb. "You and me." He continued, lightly shrugging. "Also, did you see those deals? Can't beat 'em'." She let out a soft laugh, bringing her hand up, resting on his hand resting on her face. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this. This is insane." 

"Eh. Could be crazier." He remarked. "So..a firm yes, right?"

"Of course."

With that, the two reached the counter and picked out their special. "If you'll follow me this way, sweetheart." The woman says to her. "I'll get you all ready." They separated from each other and made their way to two separate rooms so they could get dressed.

"Wow. This is a beautiful dress." She said to the woman as she ran her fingers over the fabric. "Where did you get it?" She questioned as she lifted her head to look her in the eyes. "I made it some time ago." The woman said as she gathered the other woman's hair in an updo. She made a shocked expression. "Get out! You did not." She exclaims, smiling. "Oh yes. Took about six months in total." The woman smiles. "I couldn't tell you how many times I nicked myself with my needle." Both women laugh. "Let's finish getting you all ready. I can tell that one you have is quite antsy." She snickers. 

Once she was done getting ready, she stepped outside the door and stood behind a closed door that opened into the chapel. Price's beaming face greeted her. Her steps were slow and deliberate until she eventually made it to him. "You look so beautiful." He chimed as he reached for her hand, which did not have flowers. Her face pinkened as she returned the compliment. 

In hindsight, the ceremony was quite lackluster some would consider it to be tacky, but, at that moment, it didn't matter where they were; it mattered that they were there doing it together.

"Do you take this woman to be your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, in sickness and health, to love and cherish until death do you part?" The officiate proclaims to Price.

"I do." His lips curl into a smile.

"Do you take this man to be your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, in sickness and health, to love and cherish until death do you part?" The officiate proclaims to her. 

She stares into his eyes, so full of love. "I do."

"By the power vested in me, it is my great privilege to pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!" Price swifty brought his hands up to cup her face and pressed a soft, deep kiss onto her lips.

They walked down the aisle, hand in hand, in pure marital bliss. Once they stepped out of the chapel doors, the people in the central portion clapped and whistled. She handed the bouquet to the woman at the desk before they stepped outside.

"Oh. The clothes?" She gestured to the white gown she was wearing and the tuxedo he was wearing. "Don't worry, honey. I bought them. So we could always have them." Her teeth tugged on her lower lip as she smiled. "I love you, John." She said as she grabbed his hand. "I love you too." He smiled as his fingers laced through hers. 

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One week. It had been exactly one week before they had to leave their new matrimonial bliss and return to the real world. They knew it couldn’t be that blissful forever but, only for that week, did they chose to live in blissful ignorance. 

They were both on the field with Laswell and the rest of the task force in Spain, attempting to find out what operation Hassan was working on. It was a shit show.

Her and Price were scrambling up the steps of the second warehouse building with Hassan's people on their tails. This was because the heart rate sensors they had all aided in seeing how many enemies were near, where they were positioned, and how close they were malfunctioned, causing an ambush.

“Get the door open. I’ll try and hold them off.” Price said in a stern voice. She made her way up the remaining stairs as he prevented them from coming up. She reached the door and tried to push it open but was unsuccessful. “Fuck.” She gritted as she attempted to open it again, but to no avail. She continued this until she heard steps approaching her, which caused her to grab her weapon and point it toward the stairwell quickly. 

“Christ. It’s me.” He said, quickly walking towards her. “I thought you were one of them.” She lowered her weapon. “The door won’t budge.” He looked at her. “Did you shoot the handle?” She made a confused expression. “Won’t they hear?” He brought his weapon out. “They already know we are here. Fuck the noise.” He shot the door, and sure enough, it opened. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

As they ran out the door, they noticed a massive fire engulfing the main building. She turned to Price. “Oh shit. The guys are in there.” Price cursed, pulling out his walkie. “Ghost, Soap, Gaz, do you copy?” 

“We copy.” She and Price let out a sigh of relief as they heard their voices. 

“Where is your 10-20?” 

“In the woods behind the main building.” Soap says.

“We are coming, stay put.”

“Copy that.”

They continued running, dodging gunshots, until they finally reached where the guys were stationed. “Are you guys okay?” She questioned, checking them for deep injuries. “Nothing too serious.” Ghost replies. They stand there for a bit before Price’s radio goes off.

“Price. It’s Laswell. Need help.” Her voice sounded drained.

“Laswell. Can you hear me? Where are you?” 

“Building one.” 

“Stay there, I’m coming.”

Price grabbed his backpack and turned his body to head toward Laswell’s location. “Price.” His wife said. “You can’t go by yourself. Are you fucking crazy?” She said, grabbing his arm. Soap’s eyes widened at her tone, and her grabbing their captain's arm. “Uh. Sir.” She quickly added, dropping his arm. “I’ll be fine.” He insisted. 

“Just let me go with you.” She pleaded. “No, it’s not safe.” She huffed. “Stop being such a stubborn ass.” She whispered to where only he could hear. He sighed, knowing she would follow him regardless of his wishes. “Fine. But you better follow my lead. I mean it.” She nodded her head, and they both headed to the building. 

They managed to make it to the building unscathed. They sneak in through the back and hide behind a wall, their eyes locked on Laswell, tied to a chair. “Is that Hassan?” She whispered to Price. He peered over the wall a bit. “No. Just some of his soldiers.” She turns to him. “How do you want to do this, captain?” He eyes her. “No one is around. You don’t have to call me that, you know?” Her lips slightly curl into a smile. “You like it.” He quietly laughs. “We have to be stealthy. I was thinking you could sneak around the back-” He’s cut off by her firing her gun at the soldiers surrounding Laswell. Killing all three of them. 

“Got 'em’.” She runs over to Laswell to undo the rope around her wrists with her knife. “Christ.” Price huffs, making his way over to them. “I had a plan.” He grabbed a knife from his vest and cut Laswell’s ankles free. She placed the knife she was using into her mouth as she used her hands to tear the duct tape off her mouth. “I got the job done, didn’t I?” She says as the KA-BAR in her mouth muffles her voice.

“We need to abort the mission,” Laswell says as she gently stands up from the chair. “They have backup coming with nuclear bombs and missiles. Too many of them, too little of us.” Price nods, and they head out of the building. 

As they are running, Price notices a man on the roof of a building aiming an incendiary weapon at them. “Duck.” Price yells at her and Laswell. They all slam on the ground as fire roars around them. “This way!” Price shouts, gesturing to a small opening out of the fiery circle. They managed to run out of the flames, quickly consuming the area but noticed a massive group of soldiers around it. “We need to hide.” Price leads them to a slightly elevated place where they can camouflage themselves and escape the spreading fire.

They lay low briefly, often hearing the incendiary weapons and seeing new flames arise. The soldiers begin to flood around where they are hiding, posing a threat to their safety. “I’m going to lead them away.” He whispered to Laswell and her as they lay on the ground. “Are you crazy?” She said, staring daggers at him. “Do you realize you are just one person?”

“Listen, if I lead them away, both of you can go find the rest of the team and get out of here.” He said smoothly. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth parted slightly. “Stop. You aren’t doing that. Tell 'em,’ Laswell.” She glanced over at her, but she remained silent. “Laswell?”

“It’s our only choice,” Laswell says reluctantly. Her eyes go wide at Laswell’s answer. “No. No. You aren’t going.” She utters, her voice sounding like it's full of gravel. 

Laswell has always had suspicions about Price and her; everyone has. However, Laswell only knew for sure at this moment. She was showing so much care for her captain. But, she remained silent on that matter; it wasn’t the time or place. 

“As soon as we make it out, we can call for backup and send a search team,” Laswell says to calm her. She looks at Price. “What if you don't come back?” He slowly reaches for her hand and squeezes it lightly. “I will.” He assures. “You better.” 

With that, he quietly stands up and maneuvers to a space away from their hiding spot, yelling to draw the soldiers away. As they make their way away from them, Laswell and her quietly make their way over to the woods area behind the main building, where the rest of the team is taking cover. 

“Where’s Price?” Soap questions. She looks over at him. “He caused a distraction so we could get away.” His eyes widened as he went to say something before Laswell lifted her brow at him, warning him. “Oh. Price knows what he’s doing. No need to worry now.” She nodded at him and gave him a soft smile.

Laswell pulled out her walkie and called for backup. They waited until they saw two helicopters soar over their heads. They slowly landed both choppers in the middle of the field, which immediately began ejecting soldiers wearing all black uniforms, with a bulletproof vest on top, each carrying heavy-duty rifles. Within seconds, it became a bloodbath, with soldiers killing soldiers. 

After ages, they were finally given the all-clear to leave their hiding spot. However, Laswell instructed them all to wait there. Laswell walked over to the Field Marshal to assess the situation.

She couldn’t distinguish much of what Laswell and him were discussing. She only caught the end, “We found one of yours, Laswell.” She breathed a sigh of relief at his words, not noticing his or Laswell’s facial expressions. 

Laswell made her way back over to the team. “You guys can come out now.” They all made their way over the chopper where the Marshal still stood. She released a melancholy sigh. “We have some unfortunate news.” Laswell stopped, looking at her. She just stared back at her, the pit in her stomach dropping. “Spit it out, Laswell.” Laswell dropped her head. “Captain Price was KIA.” Soap, Ghost, and Gaz released a sigh, dropping their heads while her heart sank. “No.” She told Laswell. “No. He’s not.” She shook her head in denial. “I’m so sorry.” Laswell reached out to grab her hand, but she quickly pulled it away. “Don’t apologies, he’s not fucking dead.” She spit, venom coating her throat.

Laswell pursed her lips, blinking away tears, nodding towards Soap. “Let’s go over here.” He gently pulled her off to the side. “He’s not dead, Johnny.” He just listened to her. “He can’t be dead. For Christ’s sake, we just got married.” Her eyes become glossy, tears spilling down her cheeks. “He can’t..die.” She choked out in a sob. He gathered her into his arms. 

“Hey..hey..shh.” He gently brushed his fingers through her hair to try to soothe her. “It’s all my fault.” She said in between sobs. Soap immediately stopped his movements and pulled her up to face him, her face still looking at the ground. “Look at me.” She slowly met his eyes, her face puffy and red. “This is not your fault. Nowhere near.” She brought her hands up to cup her eyes and began to sob again. He wrapped his arms around her.

She cried in his arms for hours until she was forced to head back to the base, where she was bombarded with the legal questions that came with her husband dying. Though, Soap and Ghost made them hold off because “he just fucking died,” Soap would snarl. 

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The day she had been dreading finally arrived: John’s funeral. She wanted to skip it altogether, but she eventually decided to go. 

Once she arrived, she found a seat in between Laswell and Ghost. “How are you doing?” She looked at Ghost. He tilted his head a bit. “What do you mean, “how are you doing?” He continues. “I should be asking you that.” She stared at him. “He was your friend Simon. I know you cared about him, and he you.” She gently grabbed his hand and gave it a light squeeze. “I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t do anything, but for what’s worth, I am.” She lightly smiled. “Thanks.” She released his hand and reached for Laswell’s. 

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” She breathed, trying to contain her emotions. “I just..” Laswell cut her off. “I get it. It’s fine.” Laswell gave her a reassuring squeeze.

The ceremony was beautiful, fit for a man of his stature. Although she tried to hold in her tears, they all spilled out when she went to stand in front of the dressed coffin. Her fingers lightly grazed the wood, careful not to mess up the flag. “I prepared something, but I know how much you hate long speeches.” Her comment caused the others to laugh along with her, lightening the mood. “So I’ll keep it short.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “John, you have always been one of the kindest people I’ve ever known. Always lending a hand to anyone and everyone.” 

She paused. “I know you thought I regretted getting married to you on a whim, but it was truthfully the best thing that has happened in my life. I wanted to grow old with you and bicker at the kids next door for being too loud. I know you’re probably snoring right now, but you’ll always be for me. Always my captain. Always my friend. Always my husband. Always my everything. I love you so much.” Light claps filled the silence as she went back to her seat. “Beautiful speech.” Soap says. “Thanks.” She says as she fidgets with the ring she placed on her dog tags, right next to Price's she got from Soap.

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prompt: "come to laugh at me in my miserable state?"

pairing: reiner braun x reader

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When you lay your eyes on Reiner Braun for the first time, he's doubled over, face in his hands and clothes disheveled. The hulking blonde sits dejectedly on the stone steps leading up to your apartment building. Underneath the overhead lamp, you watch him run a large hand through his hair and sigh deeply enough to raise and drop his broad shoulders with gusto.

Gripping the Tupperware container in your hand, you pause in the entryway, your other hand poised along the metal door handle. How awkward, running into a stranger at such a seemingly vulnerable time.

"Come to laugh at me in my miserable state?" he offers an off-center chuckle, craning his neck to peek at whoever was unfortunate enough to stumble upon the sight. But you freeze, unsure how to reply or what to do when his eyes fall over your form. "Oh, sorry. Thought you were my... somebody else. Excuse me," with a barely detectable sniff against his sleeve, the man scoots over to allow you a route down and turns back to his shoes. After a moment of contemplation, you swallow the lump in your throat and move to sit on the same step, albeit a few feet away against the opposite railing.

"Are you allergic to walnuts?"

What kind of greeting is that? You curse yourself inside for your lack of poise but relax the tiniest bit when he chuckles in response. "No, don't think so." For a moment, you catch his gaze, and you can see he had been crying. His face is a little red and puffy, his glistening eyes catch the neon lights from the bodega across the street in an almost artful way. Stomach swirling, you wordlessly crack open the plastic container in your hands and place it in the space between you both.

Homemade brownies -- sure, you could spare a few, you didn't mind. The scent alone fills you with childhood nostalgia.

The man peers into your Tupperware, back up to you, then down to the treat again, like he's debating something with himself. You hug your knees to your chest and run your hands over your legs in a self-soothing fashion, choosing to look away and watch a couple leisurely walking their dog across the street. Surely you'd also question a random person interrupting your crying session with an offer of baked goods.

He looks vaguely familiar, enough where you can place him in the building but lack the context for why. Thoughts and theories about his somber night dissipate once you notice him cradling the container in his lap.

"Did you make these?" he asks, pinching a square between his fingers.

"Yeah, it's my mom's recipe. 's the only reason I still get invited to game night."

The blonde grins as he chews, nodding his head just the tiniest bit in approval. He passes them back to you and wipes his face with his sleeve like he had done when you found him. "They're really good, thank you."

Smiling, you take one for yourself. "No problem. You looked like you needed one."

He laughs at this, sucking in a deep breath, "Yeah, I bet I did. It's been a... long night." The hint of melancholy in his voice is hard to miss, but the small smile on his lips is a welcome sight. "I'm Reiner, by the way."

You reply with your name and fiddle with the plastic in your lap. Reiner, what a strong-sounding name -- so fitting for this man. He looks like he could break you in half without breaking a sweat. Yet the way he sits, slightly hunched and folded in on himself, makes it seem like he's trying to look smaller. Maybe he feels small in this moment.

A lone car slides by you both, punctuating how desolate your particular corner of the neighborhood sits for the night. The pure blankness brings you back to wondering what brought him around in the first place.

"So... do you live around here?"

Reiner shakes his head, playing with his thumbs before him. "Nah, just visiting someone."

"Impossible," you say playfully, "only assholes live in this building."

He laughs, letting himself stretch his long legs out and relax just the slightest bit. The gesture makes you feel lighter inside. "Seems fitting for him. Not really for you, though. I don't think assholes give strangers brownies."

Nimble fingers play with your sweater cuffs. "Consider it character development." A couple of rapid-fire dings from your pocket pull you away from his hazel gaze.

Right, fuck. Your friends are probably wondering where you are. As you meekly check your phone, the blonde sniffs one final time and clears his throat.

"Well... thanks for the treat, but I should probably get going before someone else shows up with some milk." Reiner laughs quietly to himself and goes to stand, revealing his full height. He stretches his limbs as if he'd been still for a while. He then holds a hand out for you, which you take after only a moment of hesitation, pulling you up onto your feet.

"Yeah, I should get going, too. It was nice sittin' with you, Reiner."

The blonde shuffles a hand awkwardly through his hair, glancing around like he was searching for something, before shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. You hadn't noticed before now how sharply he was dressed. Looks like a bad end to a nice Saturday evening.

"Listen, this is probably weird, but..." he pauses, "y'know, never mind, I'm sorry. Have a good ni--"

"Did you maybe wanna get coffee sometime?" The words blurt out of you before you can give them any thought. Your expressions match one another as you stare on in quiet surprise. "I just think, y'know, maybe you need less asshole-y friends."

Reiner blinks himself out of the small stupor, swaying front to back on the balls of his feet.

Cute.

"Um... yeah, actually, that'd be nice." he smiles, the line between his brows softening. "This is the part where I give you my number, right?"

Pulling up a fresh contact, you hand him your phone gingerly. "Only if you promise you're not an ax murderer or something." Your fingers brush against his for just a moment once he hands it back to you.

Amused, Reiner kicks a foot, feigning sheepishness. "Aw, you caught me. I was hoping to get my hands on more sweets before blowing my cover."

The air feels considerably thinner than it had when you first stumbled upon him. Tucking the plastic container under your arm, you pocket your phone and smile up at him. He returns the friendly gesture. Fleetingly, you find yourself stuck in place with him, a few feet apart, running your gaze over his kind face -- until your pocket begins to ring, making him drop his head down and chuckle. "Better get going," he takes the few steps down to the sidewalk, throwing you a grin over his shoulder, "text me when you get there safe?"

You quickly silence the insufferable chime and nod eagerly. "Yeah, I will. G'night Reiner."

With his figure strolling away, you watch his back and blonde head disappear around the corner before starting your own journey in the opposite direction.

You don't tell your friends why you were so late for game night -- but Jean does gripe and question why two corner pieces (his absolute favorite parts) were missing from your brownie pile.

🫶🏻 reblogs & feedback always appreciated 🫶🏻

#reiner x reader #reiner braun #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #snk #shinjeki no kyojin

[rayclubs]

Nobody asked for this but I'm rating TMA fear entities by how scary they are.

The Eye

This bitch should be afraid of me

I set my 0.5L bear head shaped glass mug of discount bootleg pepsi on the table and say "Watch This" and the ceaseless wanker never recovers

0/10 turn your gaze upon. My peanits

The Web

Kind of a MILF and they do intimidate me if I'm being honest

Spiders are pretty disturbing ever since I wrote that story about a gigantic man-eating species with blades for legs, but then there's Jolene who lives on my window and catches the bugs that are Far Worse so I don't even know

4/10 for honest effort, you go girl

The Dark

Scary in the sense that I will stab me goddamn toe

So fun fact, when I was a kid my parents brought home a wooden crate full of pears and set it on the floor near the kitchen doorframe and I ran by at full speed and whacked my pinky toe against it full force, it was bleeding like fuck but for whatever genius reason my parents didn't move the crate so next day I ran the exact same trajectory and didn't have a nail on my pinky toe for six months. But that was in broad daylight so

2/10 get torched idiot

The Vast

I could never be afraid of something so, so sexy

I guess I have an instinctive moderate fear of heights? I did fall off a tree once, and I am prone to window-jumping attempts, but it's not like I can't climb a ladder or anything. The ocean though? The open space? Tell me more

3/10 we on purposed kiss

The Buried

I would DIE in the buried

Petition to rename Too Close I Cannot Breathe to Get The Fuck Away From Me

7/10 can you tell I'm familiar with the crushing weight of poverty

The Flesh

Too funny to be scary

Yeah blood, yeah meat, I'm made of it babygirl don't even worry. I bet you only hate Viscera because your ribs are weird. Not me. Could never be me. My rib is beautiful and pristine, my bone marrow is delish, and my garden is FLOURISHING.

2/10 for the fear of actually going to the gym

The Hunt

It's Gonna Getcha

Kind of boring? Neighborhood stray dogs are scary but at some point you just say "fuck it" and walk the shortcut anyway. We don't have wolves or bears here where I live, it's pretty chill.

2/10 vampires aren't even that sexy (sorry)

The Corruption

I do NOT. Fuck with The Corruption. I DO NOT. Fucking hell.

Bone-chilling, terrifying, absolute bullshit whore of a fear, I HATE her, I hate her SO MUCH, watch me run out of my house screaming upon encountering one motherfucking bitch of a worm, I'm calling extermination services so quick you won't even have the time to say "Filth", FUCK The Corruption

10/10 aaa a a aa a a

The Stranger

Who

I don't know what "uncanny valley" means. I've read the definition but I do not understand the concept. Plastic people don't make any sense to me. "Things that aren't what they should be" does not make sense to me. I Might have identity issues

0/10 fucking clowns

The Slaughter

Soldier TF2

Respectfully and conceptually frightening but not on any personal level. Don't like thinking about it because there's a war just over the border right now, but also everyday things still need done y'know?

5/10

The Spiral

Hawt

Another thing that is conceptually scary but I would just deal with it in a producthve manner because I'm autism powers. Also I get lost even in normal, non-distorted places, so I'm what you may call experienced

4/10 mickey

The Lonely

MY GORGEOUS WIFE

I think about The Lonely at least once a day, I want to go there forever. Will you go to The Lonely with me? Will you? Will you?

0/10 she makes me so happy I want to cry

The Desolation

Yeah fire doesn't do it for me

Can't be scared of losing your home if you don't have a home in the first place

3/10 I'm scared of mean women

The Extinction

Been there done that

More hopeful than scary. Made in Heaven that shit aye

1/10 who gives a shits

The End

Ah well

I mean, I could die tomorrow and I wouldn't care. Cause I'd be dead. Cheers for the living but I'm different.

2/10 the scariest part is all the tentacles

#tma #the magnus archives #ray's bs

[orangeispice]

Sindy’s Underrated Spider-Man Fic Recs 1/2

All fics on this list are completed unless stated otherwise :D

Contains comic fic recs (616 and 1610), Spider-Verse, Insomniac-Verse, TASM, Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends, Spectacular Spider-Man, and Ultimate Spider-Man (2012)

95% of these fics are underrated, there might be one or two popular ones that snuck in haha

Family

Some of these have ships, but the romance takes second seat to the familial bonds 😀

Spiderbros + Teresa

frame the halves and call them brothers - Traincat - Spider-Man (Comicverse) [Archive of Our Own]

This fic doesn’t have Peter in it, but it has Kaine, Janine, Ben (Reilly) and BABY REILLY TYNE who’s the most adorable bean ever, so I’m morally obligated to include it on the list. Seriously. Traincat is awesome, and their Spideytorch characterization is on point.

Carry You Home - Crewe - Spider-Man (Comicverse) [Archive of Our Own]

Honestly, blanket fic for literally everything written by Crewe. “Peter, desperate for a way to get Ben back to his old self in the wake of the Chasm fiasco, calls in a reluctant Kaine - and less reluctant Aracely - to help. Luckily, they might be just the thing he needs.” This is the clone bros fix-it fic that we all need. Marvel, I hope you’re taking lessons.

The Transitive Property - Crewe - Spider-Man (Comicverse) [Archive of Our Own]

AKA Teresa and Kaine bonding over Peter’s idiocy, and also taking down a weapons ring.

Insomniac

The Only Cat Who Knows Where It's At - Traincat - Spider-Man (Video Game 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Insomniac peterfel! “Three generations of Hardys show up at Peter's window,” this is the peterfel kid fic you’ve all subconsciously wanted to read after finishing the Heist DLC. Baby Walter is so cute. I think I just have a thing for adorable spider-powered children, probably.

these days of dust - momentofmemory - Spider-Man - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Be prepared to have a bucket on hand so you can cry your heart out. Insomniac May reflecting on the fact she KNOWS Peter is Spider-Man.

two weeks away, feels like the whole world should have changed (but i'm home now) - TheSoulOfAStrawberry - Spider-Man - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Insomniac-verse. Miles is grieving for Phin, and Peter is there to lend a shoulder, knowing all too well the perils of loved ones getting involved in vigilantism, still grieving for May himself.

Miscellaneous

The Long, Dark Pizza Slice of the Soul - Chapter 1 - thelastfrenchfry (automateddetour) - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

This one’s a double whammy: we got a combo of movie AND comic Spider-Verse! Insight into how Peter and MJ might have gotten back together; the interactions and romance are so lovely. Also, Gayle (MJ’s sister) is here, and I love her.

and desolation comes upon the sky - milknova - Fantastic Four (Comicverse) [Archive of Our Own]

If you love angst, this is for you. Sue Storm centric, reflecting on Johnny’s death, showing how Peter grieves for a relationship that barely had time to begin.

Gen

Initiation Rites - yellow_caballero - X-Men - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

This is genuinely one of the funniest fics I’ve ever read. Seriously. We have the comedic Peter Parker-Kitty Pryde friendship. The summary is literally “Peter and Kitty just wanted to get wasted on vodka and pass out in order to deal with the holiday stress. But when Peter ends up having to assimilate into the X-Men household to escape the red-tinted glasses of the law, it becomes increasingly difficult to leave. Or, Peter and Kitty accidentally get drunk, get adopted, get panicked, and get in trouble.”

The Spaces We Share - natcat5 - Spider-Man (Ultimateverse) [Archive of Our Own]

Ult-comic verse! Basically, Peter going from an only child to having a girlfriend and four asshole pseudo-siblings.

Spider’s Out of the Bag - ShimmeringBubble (orphan_account) - Spider-Man (Video Games 2018-2020) [Archive of Our Own]

Insomniac! Miles starts purring and freaks out. Luckily, Peter is there to explain that no, it’s not that weird, and yes, he can do it too. Fluff will give you cavities.

Respectability, Politics - brawltogethernow - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

This one isn’t completely underrated, but it’s probably in my top three favourite Spider-Man fanfictions, so I have to include it here. Basically, just JJJ screaming his ass off at mutant phobic bigots while Betty, Peter, and Robbie silently die laughing in the corner.

investigative journalism - Chapter 1 - LostOnMyRoad - Spider-Man - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Another Daily Bugle fic! Peter is not fooling anyone around here, least of all Betty Brant.

Red Threads and Corkboards - Anonymous - Ultimate Spider-Man (Cartoon 2012) [Archive of Our Own]

This one is set in the timeline of the Ult cartoon. Listen, I know the fandom collectively dumps on this cartoon, but it does have its moments. This fanfic features MJ, Harry and Flash having the right idea about Peter’s perpetual lying, but the wrong conclusion.

message me if you have any more fics you'd like to see recommended (part two is coming with more shippy fills) and show these authors some love!!

#spiderman #peter parker #marvel comics #spiderbros #fic recs #fanfiction #gen fics

[myrfing]

6.2 MSQ spoiler thread [estinien voice] kumbhira ribeye baby [varshahn voice] did he drop it in dirt

YOUR...BABY HEAD? THE... NO BEARD SCALES?

howling screaming best himalayan salt lamp ever

this is so. LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOO

this party comp is nice...yshtola is my forever gamer and estiniens a funny guy. and big varshahn is um. big varshahn. also first time i think they've ever left the autofill as healer for the pc lol

ohhh i looove the twisted surrounds. and god making varshahn pull more in his newly minted freshman meatsuit sorry for the evil

watching his ass use shield lob 5 times in a row for an enemy right next to him. Yea you need to be a dragon

*taking pics of everything* I have to show cylva does she know this lady.

yshtola asking if voidsent appreciate flowers too...man they kind of screwed themselves over by making the void already in CT when their aesthetic sense was erm worse but they really are making the best of it. it looks cool even if halloweeny

common tongue between norvrandt and the 13th...is that the weenis woonis or was there a different babel event. ohh thinking about the golden dhyata now

oh man she's cool.

also people were mad about this line weren't they? i dont get it that's pretty par for the course for the bodyjacker guy

her voice is so nice lol

"are you his friend" "im gourd I dont know anything about that" most ic response laughed like hell. also people said these choices were mean they arent even half as mean as I want them to be sorry to the lovers

YSHTOLA NOT YOUR AETHER LMFAOOO LET GOURD GIVE HIS GIRL YOUA RE FUCKINGGGG PUTTING GAS ON THE PEDAL 24/7

oh so she's like vaulthry

her little hat tilt...moe

why doesnt...like...why dont we just kill the guy or. gourd absorbs the aether. i know suspended disbelief needed here just man

yshtola being the one to give zero her name...the way they. Well.

also she's still cool but she's also very lame. win

...sorry fray

statue of a guy who died doing passage of arms

im lookin for thos deepeyes...

man these little guys can have a little aether. it's fine gourd has a lot and he never fucking uses it except all at once I guess

zero's little sad house of nobodies. love it. yes the house and heart yshtola

SHE'S SUCH A BORN IN A WET CARDBOARD BOX ALL ALONE LMFAOOO HER HIDEOUT...NO NAME...ONLY KNOWS TRANSACTIONAL BONDS...so real. the oc of desolate 12 year olds everywhere

girl you got snot fountain in your mind palace

ok I know barbariccia is naked lady boss #43461 but hi. you're green as hell like pea soup

wtf she killed those little dudes. they were just hanging out

host says they cant seat us until everyones here wol sighs and takes out their azem crystal

snot hair lady a little fun

NO deepeyes in the void :(

aw ciriatto is relieved and says farfarello quieted down after we slonked her shit

SO FUNNY MAKING ESTINIEN CARRY HER? SO FUNNY ALSO PRETENDING THE WOL DOESNT HAVE MASSIVE AETHER RESERVES YET AGAIN

yesss lets feed zero zero feast zero eat

miss hydaelyn bringing me the cool kids wide and far

varshahn (politely) She is a pain in the ass. But that's ok

LFMAOAOAOAOOA YOU CAN BE LIKE I'm going to my island.

aww..zero feeling warmth and light for the first time in ever

nidhana is so reliable she is just everywhere I guess

DO NOTTTT INSULT NIDHANA ZERO >:[_____]

SHE SUCKED THAT APPLE DRYYYYY HELPPPP

also varshahn. Grow up

[jp writers] human connection and belonging is The Apple (Fruit)

...i bet shes going to die when taken outside of her pond and thats why shes okay with it after all that. Zero U Are So

varshahn's customer service voice with her AHAHAHA

fuck thee aethernet we are walking so you get to see PLANTS and SKIES and COLOR and ARCHITECTURE and PEOPLE

im so glad that the first place she sees as herself in the first is thavnair cus it's such a gorgeous and lively place

lmaoaoooaoaao you just got unlucky zero you got a pretty weird guy

WOO YEAH YSHTOLA the 13th as the life will fill the universe again weaping crying whatever

omg let the eyeball goop enjoy thavnair too

Golbez Grip

there's the Promises We Dont Know About again

i like the void's goofy asses. next is the x.3 patch so someone is going to have to eat it raw

#ffxiv #6.2 spoilers

[whale-mafia]

Okay I just finished watching series 10 of doctor who after putting it off for the better part of the last 5 years so I could watch Jodie's run as the doctor so here are my thoughts on the end of series 10 and start of series 11

Thing number 1: I forgot how much capaldi's speaches made me cry, every single episode I was crying like a baby, just seeing how kind he was, seeing the doctor's old age shine through for a few moments, especially in the eater of the light, when he just says how everyone just sounds like children to him, I don't know it just made me emotional, maybe because I knew he was leaving, maybe I'm just emotional in general, but the point is, I cried, a lot.

Thing number 2: Bill and Nardole! I love them! They made me laugh so much! Their no nonsense attitude with the doctor! All the "I'm not letting you die old man" moments! I'm never seeing them again! They make me so sad! Nardole spent the rest of his life on a ship doomed to be attacked by cybermen in the future. Bill became one of those cyberman and died as one. Don't get me wrong, I loved the "gay love saves it all" and "two gals running around seeing the universe pt2" ending we got, but I really wished she hadn't died, I loved her so much. The trio's hug in the Christmas special meant everything to me

Thing number 3: the regeneration! Capaldi's last words as the doctor made me cry so much. When he was laying on the ground, opened his eyes and said "I don't wanna go" I started bawling and it only got worse from there, especially with the "I'll always remember when the doctor was me", the whole section with the advice for his future self made me so emotional, and the "Doctor, I let you go" at the end, oof, chef's kiss

Thing number 4: I watched the first three episodes of Jodie's run, the one where she falls from the sky, the one where they're in that race in the desolate planet and the Rosa Parks one and oh boy do I have opinions. I'm going to start with what I didn't like and then what I did like-

Thing number 4.1: I didn't like that she build herself a new screwdriver, I don't know, I just feel like it removes her from the other doctors and the whole "new face, same software" thing. And like I understand she still has a screwdriver, it's just not the same for me. But to be fair, I know that it could be my own attachment to objects and aquired sentimental value of them over time talking, but I'm still allowed my hoarding instincts to a degree so I stand by what I said

Thing number 4.2: I didn't like that they killed grace in that first episode, I knew she would die because I had seen gifsets of the new gang and she wasn't included and she didn't act like the type of person that would just let her husband and her grandson go traveling the universe without her, so I knew something would happen, but death by gravity in the first episode she appeared didn't agree with me

Thing number 4.3: the dialogue felt too much like a script, not that there was no emotions behind the dialogue, it just didn't feel like a real dialogue people could be happening. Don't get me wrong, the acting was fantastic, it was the dialogue that felt too stilted. Another thing was pacing, but that was mostly on the second episode, thing took too long to happen and when they did, it was either everything all at once or one rushed thing followed by nothing happening until the next adrenaline packed scene.

Thing number 4.4: what the hell was that Rosa parks episode, just what?? there was an unexplained racist dude from the future who wanted to stop the american civil rights movement form happening just for the fun of it??? Like, they gave no reasoning for that at all. Also, i don't know how to articulate this better, but something about the gang being one of the people in the bus didn't sit right with me, I get it, they were preserving the timeline, but it just didn't settle.

Thing number 5: things I liked were - there are loads of people in the tardis! I love when is not just the doctor and their companion, now she has a new gang with her! Its her and three other people! The Tardis is full! At first it seemed weird, but I kinda liked the new tardis look, in an edgy sort of way. I liked the futuristic aesthetic that capaldi's and smith's had and I'll miss it forever but the rustic, definitely alien looking and overall darker tardis had me vining. Another thing I've noticed and that I'm liking so far is that the doctor is crazy, feral, unhinged! Good for her, good for her! No guns allowed but I will blow them up! Twice! In three episodes she blew people up! Fantastic!

I think thats it in my rambling so far in what I've watched, I'll add to this post if I make any other post like this

Edit: you can tell it was 2 in the morning when I wrote this by all the unfinished sentences and mixing with portuguese grammar, hopefully the 10 hours this post was left unedited didn't reach too many people

#tagging for a change so i can find it later #doctor who #thirteenth doctor #twelveth doctor #long post

[newyorkkiss]

probably should have posted this last week but forgot. but here is everything i listened to last month. very fruitful! i haven't taken in so much new stuff in years. alas, everything in red was a new listen for me and under thee cut is a rough outline on what i enjoyed and thought was mid. if anybody has any suggestions for this month i am pretty much down for anything :)

thee really, really good:

every wand album. especially golem, ganglion reef, plum and perfume. i'm still going fucking mad on listening to those even now – they're just so good. scratches such a deep itch i didn't know i had laying dormant. haven't spent enough time with 1000 days or laughing stock, unfortunately but they're great too! nearly 400 scrobbles since 16th of march, for what its worth. also help desk is great... literally NO misses from them wtf.

same goes for the one cory hanson album i listened to (the unborn capitalist from limbo) which felt like a dream. i'll get to his other two at some point during this month at least.

a silver mt zion's he has left us alone but shafts of light sometimes graces the corner of our rooms... was definitely something. like a long winded dreaded cold nightmare of desolation and isolation. it's fucking beautiful. easily an all time fave now but not something i would routinely come back to, that's for sure, for better or for worse.

otherwise great:

white reaper is pretty neat, i really enjoyed the roughness of white aura the most of the select things i listened to. what's really funny to me and important that i note is their spoon-adjacency and how they're elektra signees now. spoon walked and got dropped so white reaper could run. they paved that way. impactful icons much... but yeah i'll get to their two elektra albums at some point too. their new single is neat though!

finally getting to cola after having them in my mental back-burner for the last 2 years was good, too. i was a HUUUUUUGE fan of ought back in 2019 and deep in view does pick up nicely from where they ended with room inside the world. tim's vocals have refined so nicely over the years. it's a good listen. again, new single also great!

along with cola, thee oh sees has been on my mental back-burner for awhile too. floating coffin was the best of the three i listened to (can anybody guide me on where to go with their discog because it is so dense.) hammered/ing the everliving fuck out of minotaur, too.

goon was great! need to spend more time on them. but they're similar to wand and vibey as fuck. heaven is humming is the one, though. same goes for meatbodies, i see they have a new album so i'll get to that eventually too.

the mid:

the post-expo 86 wolf parade albums are sooooooo ugh. cry cry cry being the worst of the two, and worst of their discog overall. contains nothing that makes wolf parade, like you know, wolf parade? depressing and so boring... thin mind was more-or-less the same but it had at least some distinct wp elements.

lala lala's the lamb is so disjointed and quite messy. i didn't hate it, but i didn't enjoy it either. at times it reminds me of chastity belt (not a negative) but i don't see me returning to them any time soon.

menomena's i am the fun blame monster was nothing to write home about and i didn't even finish it lol. just think it's funny that two members have projects with members of the national – really didn't expect that.

the i forgot about this one:

kelela's cut 4 me... i put this on while extremely high and fell asleep shortly after. only put it on after trying to listen to thin mind which i got two tracks into and thought was one of the worst things i'd ever heard and had to turn it off before i ruined it for myself.

if u read my wall of text umm thank uuu ??? here is a cat pic as reward