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tobiasdrake · 3 months

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To the Sacrosanct Spires now. We have our "key", so to speak.

Pareidolia is the phenomenon by which people see what appears to be a meaningful shape in a meaningless or random pattern. For example, seeing a religious figure's face in a piece of bread.

With that in mind, I realize your barrier is probably not actually scowling at me. But it looks like it's scowling at me. That is hurting my feelings. I have done nothing wrong.

Please destroy it with extreme prejudice.

Eh, that's not so impressive. Zale has a hammer that can do the same thing.

Though I am now curious to know what you might be able to teach our ship's band.

I've been wondering, actually. Resh'an created the multiverse, but the multiverse was made from the fracturing of a single reality into split timelines. Resh'an was just some guy living in the one reality when his and Aephorul's fables began.

So even though they're both out there doing shit to the multiverse, it stands to reason that there is a level of shared "old" in all timelines that predates the fracturing. I've been thinking that was probably the Ovates.

I don't disagree, Serai, but I still wanted to hear him out. A bit of foreknowledge about what we need to break is always useful. But sure, I guess we can go with our favorite plan: Go in blind and wing it.

Oh cool, they're birdfolk! We have molekin back in my world. I wonder if every world in the Sea of Stars has one designated type of anthropomorphic Wildlife Person?

There goes that theory.

Alright, team. This is easy pickings. It's a bit of a hike from here to Estrid but we've been making roast chicken out of these bird sentries. Literally, in Zale's case. So I'm pretty sure there's nothing to worry about.

However, before we go any further, there is one important consideration that we need to address, and I felt it would be best to put it to a vote.

Would you think less of me if I made actual roast chicken out of the birdfolk that attack us? The wall meat and wall eggs were a pleasant surprise but they're only going to last so long, and I'm not 100% sure how we go about hunting walls for more.

You'd think it would be simple. They don't move very fast. But no.

We were just passing through. Frankly, I have an axe to grind with a lot of people but I've never seen you before in my life.

Lot of names on my hit list right now but "Triumvirate of Eminence" isn't one of them. Right now, I'm willing to chalk this up as a misunderstanding. You can still lower the barrier and walk away with your life.

This is not an invasion. If you grant us safe passage to our destination then no further--

Well. I just want it on record that I gave diplomacy a chance.

Our crew has never destabilized a sovereign regime before so, hey, this will be a learning experience!

Do we want to break it? There's two options here: Either this guy's been jailed for political reasons or because he's too fucked up for the Bird Crew.

Political prisoner it is, then. Never mind. Maybe after we assassinate the regime's leadership, we can install him on the throne or something. I'm pretty sure that's the heroic way to carry out regime change as a foreign influence, right?

There seems to be a switch on the other side of the cage, though. If we can just get to that, then maybe we can--

WELL YOU COULD HAVE WARNED US

THANKS SERAI. Now I look like an idiot in front of the bird man. How am I supposed to convince him to respect me enough to become a puppet ruler in my name now!?

Wait a second, you have portals. Why were you pretending to be trapped with us in the first cage? And why can't you just portal us out now? SERAI!? PORTAL PLZ!!!

PRESS THE BLUE ONE. THE BLUE ONE, SERAI.

Wait, these are soundproof. Dammit, she didn't hear me admonish her a moment ago.

Thank you, Serai. You are a valuable member of this team and I respect and appreciate your skills.

Even if you're stingy about letting me use your portal.

Everybody and their codes, apparently. You'd get along well with him, Resh'an.

But this conversation is going super fast. Can we slow down a moment? Do you have a name or--

Uh, bye?

Well, I guess his name is Drumsticks now. If he doesn't like it, he should have said something before zipping away like a magnificent poof. I don't make the rules.

In any case, we're out of the dungeon. I didn't want to topple a bird empire. But I suppose we're toppling a bird empire now. It's on record that I attempted diplomacy so now we're free to do whatever we want. That's how foreign policy works, I think.

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars

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rahleeyah · 2 years

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I laughed when you said you regret reading the opinions on Twitter. I did too. I was wondering if we all watched the same show. So many people saying we got no EO. Like huh? Yes SVU was about Amanda but the EO was there.

Mirror Effect. Olivia was watching Amanda deal with PTSD. She wasn’t only seeing things from an ‘I’ve been through that too’ point of view. But she also saw how it was affecting Carisi and her kids. Amanda wasn’t taking therapy seriously and her actions was scaring the people in her life who love her. You can’t convince me that she wasn’t seeing Elliot in Amanda’s behavior.

And the being alone and learning to love yourself line that has people upset. That wasn’t just about her. That was about Elliot too. And Olivia saying that doesn’t mean the writers won’t flip things and have them move a bit faster. We just don’t know.

Then on OC. The show has often taken their titles from movies. Catch Me If You Can. A movie about a man who is always on the run. Taking on different personalities. That has been Elliot since Kathy was killed. In the bar, he saw the news story about the death of the cop with a wife and 5 kids. It hit too close to home. He looked in the mirror and finally saw Elliot Stabler. (Mirror Effect!) With so much pent up negative emotions, he did what he does when he can’t deal. He uses his fist. Hopefully this will lead to him going to therapy.

I feel like we are going to get EO but it’s not always going to be so in our face. We may get it in a more subtle ways until they can put Chris and Mariska together. This weeks episodes felt like progress to me. David is doing a great job working with the OC writers. People just need to be patient. The season just started! Lol

i've been thinking about this a lot, bc it's been three episodes, and i have seen people say they're disappointed in the lack of eo, when i've been living bc it already feels like so much more than what we were getting in the non-crossover episodes last season.

and the thing is, i wrote a post about this and then deleted it but i'm gonna say it here - it does feel like we're watching different shows, bc we are. everybody is going to bring different expectations and different backgrounds to the show, and those different perspectives will result in wildly different interpretations. a line i think is a positive for eo is seen as a negative by others; which one of us is right? ultimately, i think it doesn't matter. i don't think capital R Right is something we can be. i may disagree with people, but isn't a lot of this subjective? to paraphrase the dude, it's just, like, my opinion, man. so i do try to pull myself back. i'm don't manage it every time bc i'm not perfect but i do try to just. live and let live.

NOW that being said you raised some really interesting points about the epis i wanna talk about lmao

i find it really interesting bc i was so focused on the ways amanda's behavior reminded me of olivia - down to the scene of carisi disarming her at home just like cassidy had to do, to the point where i had to gif it - that i didn't make the connection between amanda's behavior and elliot's until you mentioned it. and what's really interesting to me about this is that both of those things are true - that you can draw a parallel between amanda and liv and amanda and elliot - and bc a=b and b=c, a also equals c. i wrote a lot right after elliot came back about the parallels between his ptsd and olivia's. and there's no way olivia hasn't noticed that connection, both to elliot and amanda. so it's a connective thread that's really fun to spin around in my head like a marble.

i wrote a post about the learning to love yourself line so i won't rehash my thoughts but - yes. exactly. AND we have no idea how fast the writers are planning to move things. we are getting episode four this week like this baby is just getting started we have such a long way to go and 2/3 of this shit isn't even filmed yet lmao

AND anon your mind!!! the mirror effect/elliot seeing his face in the mirror, what a connection! i am honeslty super excited about this season bc the shows are actually being written as if they exist in the same universe for once! the svu ME turning up on oc! nods to eo on both svu and oc! benson and stabler both getting mini mes to train! it feels so cohesive and that is so exciting to me.

i absolutely think we are getting progress. and subtle is how l&o has ALWAYS done relationships. no one knows when liv and tucker officially got together. liv fucked cassidy in the s13 finale/s14 opener and it was such a tease, we only saw her naked in a bed with two wine glasses on the table and someone in the shower, only got a little tiny nod from cassidy to reveal that something was going on. kurt moss appears out of thin air and vanishes just as quickly. a possible romantic something with bayard ellis was teased but never outright explained. this is not a show that hands us things. we have to pick apart the nuances. and the nuances say eo is full steam ahead, so i'm not mad at it.

#anonymous #e.o asks #s.vu

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incarnateirony · 1 year

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Not that person. Don’t know who that is. Do you realize how many people can’t stand you because of how you’re acting right now? People in the server. You can’t comprehend that people might say or do something that’s not for their own “team”, and so many people can’t fucking stand you for it because the if somebody disagrees you cry manipulation and convince everybody that they are evil enough to stalk and scream ILL SLAUGHTER YOU YOU CUNT at for MONTHS. Get. Fucking. Help.

...Fear me? What am I gonna do? Kick out a lurker? Is that gonna ruin their life?

Actually, I know who you are. I know you're the moron feeding bad information to Snotrag after he was banned and denied re-entry for being the most obnoxious piece of shit in the server to the point I'd wake up to all my servers pushed down by the fuckin DMs bitching about his sea lion ass, I also know it's not just my server you're targeting, and a second server is dealing with it, because you guys are weird, treasonous snakes that think spinning up cobwebs of bullshit will fix your life. Like, idk if you know, we know you're there. We know who it is you're talking to and which servers you're attacking, and it's not even just mine.

I don't give a fuck. You don't like me? Leave my blog. Leave my server. Nobody has a gun to your head. What YOU can't tolerate is that I. Don't. Have. To. Tolerate. Your. Abuse. You slap, I bite. You punch, I shoot. What's not clicking.

You're not used to it. You're used to feeling like big britch keyboard warriors, but you finally found someone that hits the buttons your parents clearly failed to for you, because you're experiencing some kind of shame and lashback.

I weathered like. YEARS. Of half of hellerdom coming at me. "SOME PPL DONT LIKE YOU" COOL SHIT JANET WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHY DO I CARE.

Reality is reality whether you like reality or like the person telling you reality or if you've been so insufferably ignorant someone just finally defines "reality" by knocking your teeth in. And that's why you're losing your shit. Because you know for a god given fact you can't scare me. You can't out loud me. Any time you try to manipulate things you guys look like bigger clowns and assholes when the receipts hit.

You think *I'm* hated? OH. BOY. HEY SWEETIE PIE LOOK AT THE TRENDS IN 2pO'S ENGAGEMENT OVER THE LAST 6 MONTHS FIGURE OUT WHAT'S HAPPENING.

You finding a bunch of bitter asshats that got banned for triangulating jensen or bullying users and you all monkey climbing like howler monkeys to jump up and down about how fine it is for you to work with pieces of shit like Snotrag--who report to 2po--so yes, you are exactly what I said you are.

Again. Don't like my shit? You can leave. Nobody glued you there. You're not a hostage. What you like is lies and drama. Go find that somewhere else.

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this-world-of-beautiful-monsters · 2 years

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calls and cries unendingly

Title taken from the poem Lost by Carl Sandburg.

Prompt: Stranded

TMNT 2012.

(tw near death experiences, oxygen deprivation, hyperventilation)

Inspired by this amazing art by anomale.

You can find the whole collection on AO3 here.

"Mikey!"

"Mikey, wake up!"

"Mikey, can you hear us?"

"Fuckin' hell, Mike, open your eyes!"

"Mikey, listen to us!"

"Mmmph...double anchovies..."

"MIKEY!"

"Hmmm, what--AAUGH!"

"He's awa--"

"AAAAUGGGHH---"

"Mikey! Shut up and listen!"

"Ohgodohshitohfuckfuckfuck--"

"All of you, get away from there. Mikey, sweetheart, listen to my voice. It's me, it's Leo. You need to listen to me, okay? Take deep, slow, breaths, like we practiced. It's okay. You're okay. You're alive."

"I--Leo, Leo, I can't see the ship out here, I'm alone, and the cord, oh god--"

"Mikey, what do you remember?"

"There--there was a battle, r-right? A gnarly o-one, and I..."

"You were caught outside of the ship while helping Donnie with repairs."

"I, I saw you get hit. I couldn't stop it. I'm so sorry, Mikey."

"It's okay, dude. It--it happens, right?"

"You were knocked off the ship and went spinning. We've got a tracker on you and we're undoubtedly moving faster than you are, but it's going to take time, okay?"

"You'll be back stealing my food and cheating at video games in no time, runt."

"I d-don't cheat. I...Leo?"

"Yes, Mikey?"

"It's dark here. So dark. I think there's something wrong with my helmet, I can barely see the stars...and there's nothing under me. There's nothing, Leo. I can't feel anything!"

"You're going to be fine, Mikey. We're going to be there any minute, okay?"

"O-okay--"

BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP

"W-what's that?"

"Donnie, what the fuck is that?"

"Oh shit--"

"April, what's wrong?"

"Sensors are saying...oh god--"

"G-guys? It....it's saying that, that my ox-oxygen supply is l-low. It's saying that m-my oxygen supply is, is, is--I can't breathe, I can't--"

"Mikey, listen to me, you're hyperventilating. You should have enough oxygen for us to find you if we move fast enough."

"I--I can't breathe, I--"

"Donnie, Raph, go help Fugitoid with the ship--just go, okay! Mikey, listen to me. I need you to breathe with me, okay? Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

"I..."

"In, out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out."

"Aaahh..."

"Are you breathing, Mikey?"

"Y--yeah. Breathing better, anyway."

"That's really good, Mikey, I'm so proud of you. So, so proud of you. I love you so much."

"L-Leo?"

"Yes, sweetheart?

"I...I'm scared. I'm so scared. I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry, Mikey?"

"Cause we're supposed to be heroes and heroes don't get scared, do they? Batman doesn't get scared."

"Everybody gets scared, Mikey darling. I get scared all the time, and so does Batman."

"R-really?"

"Yes. It's okay to be scared, even when you know everything's going to be alright. Because everything is going to be alright."

"Leo, uh....a-are the others there?"

"No, not right now. Why?"

"I, um, I went to the b-bathroom in my s-suit. Just a little. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Mikey. It happens."

"I-it does?"

“Yeah, it’s fine, Mikey. Really, it is.”

“O-okay. But...can you not l-let the others see? When they find m-me, I mean?”

“I will, I promise. Nobody’s going to tease you, Mikey. We love you so much and we’re all so proud of you.”

"But I messed up--I got knocked off the ship. I'm so sorry, Leo."

"No, no, it's not your fault. None of this was your fault. You did the best you could, you always did. You don't have to apologize for everything, okay? That's my job."

"N-no it's not."

"We'll have to agree to disagree, then."

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

"The bar's getting l-lower now."

"We're almost there, okay? We're almost there. You're going to be fine."

"I d-don't want to die."

"You're not going to die, Mikey."

"There are things I have to do. There are things I have to do, Leo."

"I know, Mikey. You will."

"I, I, I want to try Chicago Pizza. I want to try out my She-Ra cosplay at a convention. I want to tell Leatherhead how I feel. I want to have sex--shit; I shouldn't say that to you."

"It's okay, Mikey. I don’t care, really.”

"I..I want Karai to be my sister. I want to see Father again. I want to go to the woods again when things aren't trying to kill us. I want to have a garden. I want to paint a sunset and a sunrise. I want, I want, I want--"

"Mikey. Mikey, listen to me. Stop and take a deep breath, okay? You're going to start hyperventilating again."

"I, aah, yeah. I'm--"

"Don't say you're sorry."

"Of course n-not, dude."

"That's good, Mikey, that's really good. We're almost there."

"I c-can't see you...and my h-head hurts."

"Okay, Donnie thinks you should probably stop talking right now, before you give too much oxygen."

"But I w-want to keep talking to you!"

"I'll keep talking, okay? I can talk enough for both of us."

"O-okay..."

"I can see you on the screen, Mikey. You're like a little star up there, getting closer and closer with every second. You're doing so well, Mikey, so good. You've always been so good. You're the best of us, Mikey, you always will be.

"I'm sorry things have been so hard on you lately. I'm sorry for the times we've been hard on you. You deserve so much, Mikey, you deserve the world, and you're going to get it, I promise. Just hold on for us a little longer, okay? Hold on just a little bit longer. You can do that for you, can't you?

"Of course you can. You've always been so good at everything you put your mind to. I was jealous of that for so long--I still am, sometimes. You burn so bright and you light up our world, you always have. You always will."

"Dude? I-I know you didn't want me to t-talk, but my, my head's getting light..."

BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP

"Stay awake! You have to stay awake, Mikey, do you hear me!"

"'M sorry..."

"I told you not to apologize, Mikey! Just stay awake, you have to--"

"So dark, Leo...so empty...."

"Mikey, Mikey, open your eyes! Mikey, it's not empty, we're coming! We'll always come, please--"

"Love you guys, so much. You're, you're the best..."

"D-don't you dare! Don't y-you DARE fall asleep on me, Hamato Michelangelo!

"Love..."

"Mikey!

"Mikey wake the fuck up!

"Mikey, don't you dare, don't you dare do this to us!

"I won't let you do this to us!

"We'll go crazy, Mikey, please, we can't do this without you, we can't!

"Mikey!

"Mikey?

"Mikey, please..."

BUZZ

"Mikey?"

"Mikey, oh god..."

"Mikey, you need to breathe for me, okay?"

"You need to breathe for Donnie, Mikey--"

"You need to breathe for us, you need to--"

"You have to--"

"Oh, oh fuck."

"Fucking hell, Mikey..."

"Hnnnhh!"

"Mikey! Mikey, can you hear us?"

"Just breathe for us, baby, just breathe. Eyes on me. You don't have to let go, sweetheart, you never have to let go."

"....guys?"

"Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. It's okay..."

"It's okay, Mikey, Mikey--"

"Welcome back."

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ghostdrew22 · 3 years

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angst fic where ravenclaw!reader has thalassophobia and is playing with the water by the shore in the dark lake with the necklace draco gave her before they broke up a few years back when the new girl he’s been going out with throws the necklace into the middle of the lake in spite, and the reader cannot afford to lose it djeiwis sorry if it’s messy u dont have to do it ure uncomfyyy

Prompts:

If you die, I’m going to kill you.

Jump In || Draco Malfoy

Requested: Yes Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader Warnings: ANGST, a bit of swearing, panic attacks and thalassophobia mentioned. Summary: Years after breaking up with Draco you find that the last gift he gave you is still the only thing comforting you, and his new girlfriend doesn’t like that.

WORDS : 3546

Gleaming, twinkling Eyes like sinking ships on waters So inviting, I almost jump in

The crescent moon outside begs for your company and you oblige, preferring to be alone than stuck in a room full of people who pity you. You lift the bottom half of your dress from the ground and sneak out of the ballroom nonchalantly, anxiety dissipating as the soft breeze comes in contact with your face.

The sound of your heels clacking against the cobblestone fills the air as you walk toward the boardwalk hanging above the lake, and it reminds you of a time when Draco would bring you down here. The lake behind the Malfoy Manor has always been subject to your fear, and you rarely ever go toward it, but tonight you’ll do almost anything to feel alone and normal for once.

The tiny ripples forming on the surface send shivers running down your spine and you look up at the sky immediately in an attempt to subdue your anxiety. A few meters away lies the ballroom, full of dignitaries and old family friends of the Malfoy’s who attend their annually ball every time without fail, and you can hear the faint sound of laughter mixed with a beautiful crescendo. You shut your eyes, take a deep breath and drag your fingers up to your neck to toy with necklace lying around it, as you try to imagine that you’re anywhere else.

You’d thought that it would be easier, coming to the ball and seeing him with his new girlfriend, but it had proved to be a bigger challenge than you’d anticipated, and residual feelings that you’d been trying to stuff down for months had resurfaced like anchors being pulled up from the bottom of the sea. It reminded you of what he said that day, “I’m yours forever, even if you’re not mine.”, and the only thing that stopped you from running back into his arms was the chain hanging around your neck.

A silver chain with a midnight blue sapphire dangling on its end, worth one of your arms and a gift from the blond himself. He had given it to you as a promise, one to love you till the sun stopped rising, and at the time you had thought that it was the perfect gesture. But reality hit and you soon realized that a life with Draco Malfoy would be one filled with envy and uneasiness, and you knew then that you both deserved more.

The necklace’s monetary value reminds you that Draco belongs to a long and esteemed family line which demands attention that you cannot cope with. But the fact that it had been his proclamation of love reminds you that in order for you both to lead happy lives, you must be apart. The way it gleams beneath Chandeliers is so captivating that it always brings you back to earth; a life with Draco is inviting, but some invitations mustn’t be accepted.

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

All eyes instantly fell on him the second that he appeared; sporting that notorious smile which always brought people to their knees, and a priceless suit that hugged his figure so well it made all the straight men positively envious. A true Malfoy; charming, rich, attractive, easily the whole package. You didn’t get a chance to speak with him because he was instantly preoccupied with the ramblings of his mother as she dragged him around the room with pride, showing off the son that she’d done such a good job at raising.

Draco’s life had always been politics and he’d been raised to invariably stand tall, look presentable, get good grades, converse well. You watched him in awe every time, admiring the grace and ease with which he conducted himself. But it made you wonder when he’d been taught the art of letting the spotlight go, to focus all of his attention on the one he loves instead of the search for approval. And the answer was that he hadn’t, Draco never grew out of the desire to have everyone’s praise and approval.

‘If everyone loves you, if everyone wants to either be you or be with you, then you’ve succeeded.’ He’d told you late one night after one these balls. You’d looked at him with pity, not having the heart to tell him that love and validation are not synonymous, and you’d hugged him so hard that somehow you both knew it was all coming to an end soon.

He grew up being a magnet to both jealousy and admiration, a symphony of applause being the background track to the movie of his life, and he didn’t know how to live any other way. When all you’ve ever known is lustful stares from fellow peers, stolen glances at the back of your head, and unbridled acclaim masked behind attraction, then it’s hard to put that life behind and settle for the love of only one person.

Walk past, quick brush I don't like slow motion, double vision in rose blush I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush

He truly was magnificent though, even you couldn’t deny. Years ago, when he’d walked down the stairs in one of those clad black suits, he had met you at the bottom of the stairwell and you could’ve sworn that you were floating on cloud 9. He had smiled so brightly at the sight of you, had laughed so sweetly in the space of your ear, and fit so tightly into your side like it was a home made only for him, that you were intoxicated on the feeling of him and hadn’t noticed what was happening.

You were falling in love. You weren’t flying, no, you didn’t have wind beneath mystical wings that you’d somehow managed to grow. You were falling, and at a speed so treacherous that you didn’t even realise it was happening until it was too late. One day you were falling, and the next you were ruins buried so far into the ground that you couldn’t even tell where the earth stopped and you started.

Falling in love with him was fast, like a bullet train, but everything after was so slow that you felt as if you weren’t even moving at all.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos I see me padding 'cross your wooden floors With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit And the coastal town we wandered 'round had never seen a love as pure as it And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea 'Cause it could never be

Promises to run away together and start a life somewhere off in a distant town.

Fingertips, laced with the narcotic effect of young love, tracing lines across the expanse of each other’s faces and trying to figure out which of the other’s features would be inherited by your children.

Dreams about a time when your lives would no longer be dictated by the paths your parents had set out for you, but instead by the spontaneity and reassurance that came with endearment.

Tastes of tea replaced instead with the taste of each other as long-forgotten tisanes made home on bedside tables because you both got lost in the haze of tenderness.

Arguments about mundane and useless concepts that would go on for longer than necessary, because he insisted on disagreeing with everything, and always ended with your acute responses.

Lives that had once lacked passion, that had once been so dull they compared to Snape’s drawling, instead replaced with all the colours that the world had to offer.

It was the perfect life, the one you two had planned.

But it was too perfect to ever be real.

You take a deep breath and unhook the necklace to observe it once more, hoping that it’ll provide some comfort for the ache in your chest.

'Cause I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you Walk past, quick brush I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush

“Y/N.” A voice slurs behind you.

You turn with furrowed eyebrows and roll your eyes when you see who it is, “Pansy.”

“Don’t be rude.” She hisses and hiccups as she stumbles toward you, “What are you doing out here?”

“Could ask you the same thing.” You narrow your eyes at her, “Are you drunk?”

“Just a tad.” She replies as she hiccups again and finally stands before you. You watch silently as she gracefully sits on the wood below her, making sure not to create creases in her dress or fall over in her heels.

“Shouldn’t you be in there? On his arm like a trophy?” You ask, and inwardly groan when you hear how jealous you sound.

“Probably.” She shrugs and looks out into the water. “It doesn’t matter though, I’m not you.”

She looks up and into your eyes, you look away immediately. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to take from that.”

“Yes, you do.” She states bluntly, “He told me why you left him. That was really selfish of you.”

You gasp and turn to look at her, “How dare you? You have no idea-“

“No, actually, I do.” She gets up from the ground swiftly as a fire rages in her eyes, “You think I don’t know what it’s like to be like him? We’re the same, we were practically raised on the same blueprint. Despite what you think, there’s a lot more to the issue than what lays on the surface.”

“Oh and I guess you have all the answers?” You spit out with a scoff.

“I thought Ravenclaws were meant to be smart.” She shakes her head and hiccups as she turns to face the water, “Draco’s entire life has always just been this.” Pansy turns and gestures toward the Manor with a grimace.

“It’s always been about being the best in the room, just so that he can earn five seconds of approval from his parents. But you came, and you showed him more, you gave him a glimpse of what love feels like. Then, because you were scared and couldn’t hack it, you left him.” She continues and you grip the necklace tightly in anger.

“That’s not what happene-“

“How can you possibly expect him to come back to me, to this bullshit, when he’s experienced actual happiness? How is he supposed to come back from you?” She finally turns to face you and you hear a slight crack in her voice with the last words, “I love him so much and if I could make him half as happy as you do then I would.”

“You can.” You breathe out shakily, “If you two try a little more then you’ll realise why it just makes sense.”

“Love isn’t about sense Y/N. It’s not about appearances, it’s not about applause, it’s not about any of the crap that him and I were raised to prioritize.”

“You call it crap but that’s all he knows, and he just isn’t ready to give it all up.”

“Why do you get to decide that for him?” She tilts her head to the side and raises her eyebrows, you look away from her.

“I should probably get back inside.” You mutter as you start to turn toward the manor.

“You’re righ-“ She gasps and you turn to see what’s shocked her, “You still have it?”

“Have what?”

“The necklace.” She points to your hand and you nod awkwardly in agreement, “I helped him pick it out.”

“Oh.”

“A sapphire to match your virtue and faithfulness.” She says absent-mindedly as her eyes lock on the piece of jewellery. “Guess he got that wrong.”

She laughs coldly and you scrunch your face in confusion, “Excuse me?”

“You’re just like the rest of them.” Before you even know what’s happening she’s reached for the necklace in your hand, “You love him until it’s no longer convenient, until the paint starts to chip.”

“That’s not true.” Your voice comes out shaky and lacking conviction, it makes her laugh again in disgust.

“And then who has to pick up the fallen pieces? Me.” She continues to ramble as she walks toward the edge of the boardwalk, you feel your breathing start to pickup as you try to focus on her instead of the lake behind her. “As if I don’t have my own pieces to pick up.”

“Pansy, please just come here so we can talk about this nicely.” You respond and swallow.

“No. You don’t deserve a civil conversation.” She spits out as she finally reaches the edge of the boardwalk and hangs the necklace out by her arm, “In fact, you don’t deserve anything. You don’t deserve his love and you definitely don’t deserve this pendant.”

“No!”

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominoes My mind turns your life into folklore I can't dare to dream about you anymore

Everything after falling in love with Draco happened in slow motion. You don’t know how, or when, but your life had become a slackening slideshow of bad decisions.

You hold your breath as you watch the necklace fall into the lake. It’s as though minutes, hours, days pass in that moment, but you know that it’s merely a few seconds. When the splash finally sounds, you let out a huge gasp and Pansy laughs as she turns to leave.

Panic sets in and you start to contemplate your options. You could jump in and get it yourself? No, that’s absurd, you’re not going to overcome your fear that easily. You could rush into the manor and find someone who’s willing to get it for you? No, no one would take you seriously.

You shake your head and decide to just do the easiest thing; try and work up the courage to get it yourself. You start to pull off your heels and scrunch up your dress so that you can step into the water and you walk toward the edge of the boardwalk.

But as soon as you’re near the water you realise that you can’t do it and your panic rapidly worsens. You step back a few paces before falling to the ground and pulling your head into your knees as silent sobs begin to shake your core.

Breaths, in rapid beats, are going to and from your lungs as the sound of the water swishing fills your ears. Nausea begins to set in your stomach as you think more and more about your terrible predicament, your fear of bodies of water and your sadness at losing the necklace combining to form one indestructible lump in the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N? Are you out here?” A voice calls out from a yard or two away and you try to recognize it, but everything is foggy in your state of trepidation.

“Shit, Y/N!” The voice calls out once more and you hear footsteps pick up to a run as the person approaches you. “I swear to Merlin, if you die I’m going to kill you!”

You realise that the person still hasn’t noticed you, and is probably assuming the worst, so you try your best to croak out a word- any word.

“Here.” You manage to rasp out between sobs and wheezes, and the person immediately runs toward you.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” They ask as they pull your head out from your knees and you try to nod slowly.

You blink back a few tears and try to focus on the face in front of you, “The- the-“ You try to say and shake your head of the confusion as the words refuse to formulate.

“Hey, breathe princess.”

You recognize the nickname and then soon enough your eyes register that Draco’s kneeling in front of you. “Draco?”

“Yes, it’s me.” He responds softly as he cups your face in his hands and tries to wipe a few of your tears, “Take a few deep breaths for me, yeah?”

You nod and do as told, breathing until you finally calm down and manage to think clearly again. “I’m okay.” You breathe out and he sighs in relief.

“I was so worried, Pansy came in rambling about getting back at you and something about tossing and water- And I was just so scared that she’d thrown you in or something, because I know that you can’t swim and you’re terrified of the lake so I-“

“Hey, slow down, I’m okay. I’m right here.” You respond and manage a weak smile. He nods and sighs again. “She didn’t toss me into the water, though I think she would’ve liked to. She threw in the necklace. Shit! The necklace, it’s still down there!” You exclaim as you try to stand up but find that your legs are asleep, and end up coming back down instantly.

“Calm down. What necklace?”

“The one you gave me, the one with the sapphire that you said was a family heirloom?” You ramble and he furrows his eyebrows.

“You still have that?”

“Yes, I do. And it’s at the bottom of the lake and I need to get it back!” You stand up and Draco immediately does the same, placing his hands on your shoulders to keep you still.

“It’s just a necklace Y/N, you don’t need it.”

“It’s not just a necklace, it’s-“ You pinch your nose and sigh, “It just means a lot to me, okay?”

He narrows his eyebrows but nods in understanding, “Okay.” He steps back from you and pulls off his suit jacket, looking absolutely magnificent with his toned shoulders showing beneath the well-fitted shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to get it for you.” He shrugs and you shake your head.

“You don’t have to, I can figure something out.”

“You tried to figure it out and you had a full on panic attack, I’m the best option.” He says sternly as he looks at you and you nod in agreement, “Now just wait, very far away, and let me find it for you.”

“Thank you.” You call out behind him but he doesn’t respond.

At dinner parties I won't call you out on your contrarian shit And the coastal town we never found will never see a love as pure as it 'Cause it fades into the gray of my day old tea 'Cause it will never be

“Here you go, in perfect condition.” He says as he drops the necklace into your hands and runs a hand through his hair. He looks gorgeous and you look down to avoid getting lost in his eyes.

“Your suit is wet.” You mumble with a sniff and he chuckles, the sound makes your heart race.

“We have magic, I’ll dry up.”

“Thank you.” You whisper as you finally look up at him and he smiles, that same hypnotic smile. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without it.”

“It’s just a necklace Y/N.” He smiles softly and you shake your head as tears begin to stream down your face again.

“No, it’s not just a necklace.” You sniff, “It’s you and I. It’s all that I have left of the love that we had, it’s all that I have left of the life we were going to build together.”

“Y/N.” The sternness in his voice makes you swallow hard, but you pull your hand up to indicate that you’re not done.

“Let me talk, please.” He nods and you continue, “This little gem is all the words that we never had the chance to say. It’s the nights we would’ve spent climbing into bed together, in our little house that’s tucked safely into a small town. It’s the cups of coffee I was going to make you when you woke up in the mornings, and the cups of tea you would’ve made me when we went to sleep. This little gem is the only thing I have to remind me that our love was real.”

“It also doesn’t hurt that it costs a fortune huh?” He asks with a grin, despite the fact that there’s sadness in his eyes, and you nod with a choked out laugh.

“Definitely a bonus.” You say as you laugh a little more and wipe away a few tears.

Draco pulls the necklace out of your hands and opens it to put it around your neck once again, and you turn around so he can put it on. “Look, Y/N, life is too short to fill up with ridiculous mistakes. You left me, like I never mattered to you, and it broke me.”

You turn back around quickly, “That wasn-“

He twists you back around abruptly, “Let me talk now.” You nod and he continues to hook the chain around your neck. “It took me months to decipher what you meant when you said that I had too much love for the spotlight, that I didn’t have the capacity to let it go. It took me months to finally grasp what you meant when you said that people fall at my feet, that my contrarian demeanor is a crowd-puller. And the recognition hurt, a lot, because I realised that you we right about most of it.”

You feel his fingers leave your neck as he places a soft kiss on your shoulder, “What was I wrong about?”

He pulls you back to face him and smiles as he looks down at you, “The only thing you were wrong about was my unwillingness to let it go.” He pulls you into his arms for a hug, and you sigh in his arms.

“You can’t just leave this life Draco, we both know it isn’t that simple.” You muffle into his chest and the vibrations of his chuckles make you smile.

“That’s where you’re wrong angel, I can just leave this life. You never gave me the option but,” You pull apart and he smiles so wide that you think his face might come apart, “I would give it all up, for you.”

Gleaming, twinkling Eyes like sinking ships on waters So inviting, I almost jump in

His eyes are shining as they look down at you with adoration and commitment, and it takes all the strength you have left inside to not pull him back into your arms. He brings his fingers up to the sapphire and rubs his thumb along it.

“It’s not all you have Y/N.” He pulls your chin up so you look him in the eyes, “I’m still right here.”

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yelena-bellova · 2 years

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Fault Line: Steve Rogers x F!Enhanced!Reader - Chapter Seven

chapter six - Chapter Seven: Heart In Your Hands - chapter eight

Plot: Before moving any further in their relationship, Steve and Y/n have confessions to make about their dating history...or rather lack of.

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Warnings: an overwhelming amount of fluff, light language, mention of sex.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: HAPPY 2022 MY GUYS AND GALS!!!! Happy to say that I've stuck with all my resolutions so far and I'm proud of it. I'm also happy to be back with a new chapter, complete with a fun little surprise at the end. Hope you enjoy!!

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January 7th, 2013 // ONE WEEK LATER

Happiness.

That shit was addictive.

Steve, Natasha and I spent a few days in New York, enjoying a mini-Avengers reunion, sans Clint and Thor. Tony showed us his plans that were already in motion for rebuilding Stark Tower into Avengers Tower, something he thought was necessary for the future of the team. It wouldn’t just be used for if and when we needed to reunite for missions. If for instance I was in New York for anyone reason, I’d have my own floor to stay on. Tony’s generosity was something I’d fiercely doubted upon meeting him, but now it was being freely doled out to me. It made me feel guilty for judging him, though I’d never let him in on that secret. He may have been kind, but he was still occasionally unbearable…

Steve and I were…smiling all the time. Surprisingly, Tony had kept the secret of our kiss, telling only Pepper, Bruce and Nat. When I woke up and joined everybody at the breakfast table the next morning, planting a kiss on Steve’s cheek and taking the seat he’d saved for me, there’d been a round of cheers and applause that caused Steve to blush and me to short out the coffee maker. Though inside it felt nice, strange albeit, to know the people in our lives supported us.

Steve introduced me to his Brooklyn. He’d made a list of places he found on the Internet that he remembered from his time and we’d hit every one of them. The only place he hadn’t been willing to go was a dance hall I’d found that was 1940’s themed. At first I thought it was because he thought it would be a crappy reproduction, but judging from his face and how quickly he wanted to drop the topic, I sensed there was some deeper meaning to his displeasure.

On our last night, ready to board the Stark jet in the morning, Steve and I bundled up and sat atop the landing pad, staring out into the city. I had my back pressed to his chest and his arms were wrapped around my middle. I didn’t think I’d ever felt more content in my life.

“I wanna take you out on a date when we get back to D.C,” Steve said out of nowhere.

“You seem awfully confidant that you’ll get one, Rogers,” I quipped, unable to see him with my eye closed but knowing that I’d made him smile, “We’ve been going places all week, none of them count as a first date?” “I don’t think sandwiches at the deli I went to as a kid counts as a first date, no,” he replied.

“I disagree, that kiss we shared at the end where my breath smelled like corned beef and yours smelled like ham was very romantic.

Steve’s laughter rumbled in his chest, vibrating through my body. It really had been the worst kiss.

“Tell me when and where,” I twisted to face him, placing a kiss on his cheek, “I’ll be there."

It had all sounded so much easier when we were away from home, still wrapped up in the thrill of having confessed our feelings. Now as I stood in the mirror of my bathroom, trying to convince myself not to lie to Steve and tell him I was sick, I realized the full weight of what I’d gotten myself into. I was on the cusp of a full fledged relationship, and relationships were built on knowing one another deeply and personally. I was going to have to tell Steve a lot about myself that I had kept tucked away. There was a good chance that once I told him, his eagerness to date me would fade. That wasn’t something I was ready to face, and yet I had no choice.

Funny, I could kill someone without any hesitation but discussing my feelings was the equivalent of trying to get a cat in a bathtub.

Upon checking the time, I realized I had none left before I had to meet Steve outside my apartment building. Taking a deep breath and shutting my eyes, I teleported outside in the cold evening air and nearly knocked Steve over. “Whoa,” he smiled, gripping both my arms to steady me.

“Sorry,” I laughed, nervous, “So what grand plans do you have for us tonight, Captain?” Steve let go of me only to hold out his arm for me to take. He turned us towards my apartment building and gestured towards the door, “Shall we?” “Um…okay, you’ve got me.” Steve gave me a thin smile with a twinkle of mischief in his eye I’d never seen before, “Just trust me.”

He led us through the building’s entrance and into the elevator, taking us to the top floor of apartments. We walked down the hallway until we hit the door that led to the roof. Always the gentleman, Steve opened the door for me and I curiously walked through it to be met with a stunning sight.

There were candles lit all around, at least a hundred of them, to light our night. There were space heaters, the same that he’d bought to keep me warm the week before, to help us brave the chilly winter air. And in the center of it all was a dressed table, empty plates and cutlery awaiting us and a server standing adjacent.

“How did you…?” I began with a wonderstruck smile. “Well, I figured since the last time we tried going out to dinner didn’t exactly give us any privacy,” Steve held out his arm a second time, “We could try something different this time.” Trying to conceal the whole of my joy for fear of embaressment, I followed him and let him pull out a seat for me to take. I never took Steve for the surprise type, but now that I saw how splendidly he pulled them off, I kind of didn’t want them to stop coming.

The waiter nodded to us and headed to the far corner of the roof where I hadn’t noticed a chef at a grill putting the finishing touches on our meals. When our waiter returned, the food looked more extravagant than anything I’d ever eaten.

“Tony insisted I use his chef,” Steve explained, reading my mind. “Of course he did,” I chuckled, I had a feeling Tony cared more about the success of Steve and I than he let on.

We ate in silence, only commenting every once in a while on how good the food was or one of us cracking a joke that made the other one try not to choke on their bite. But eventually, the meal was finished, the plates were taken away and there was nothing left to do but talk. Having conversations with Steve had always been so easy but now, it felt like I was entering a confession booth.

“So…” I started, feeling my stomach churn. Steve sighed and leaned back in his seat, “So.” We shared a hesitant smile, I sensed that his nerves were high too. Though I couldn’t understand why, he wasn’t the one about to take a bulldozer to the start of what had the potential to be extraordinary.

“Look, this is all very, very new to me,” I said, “I know we’re friends but…there’s things about me you don’t know.” Steve took a deep breath and lowered his eyes to his plate, “I figured. There’s things you don’t know about me either. Things that you need to know before this goes any further.” At least he understood, though now I had an inkling of anxiety as to what he was going to tell me. Summoning all the courage I could, I continued speaking. “I’ve never…I’ve never done this before. A relationship. I’ve never stuck around long enough to make anything work and honestly, I didn’t want to. There were one night stands whenever I got lonely but that’s it. I know nothing about how to make a relationship work or what goes into it and I don’t know how you learn something like that…And the last thing I want is to disappoint or hurt you. You deserve to know what you’re getting and what you’re getting is…this.” Steve watched as I talked, his kind eyes resting on my face. “Well, I can’t say that I know what I’m doing either. Before I enlisted, there weren’t exactly a lot of girls waiting around for me to ask them out. The first girl that ever gave me a chance was…” I furrowed my brows, “Was?”

Steve waited a second before answering, like he was preparing for some reaction. “It was Peggy Carter.” “Peggy…” my eyes widened, “Wait, Margaret Carter, co-founder of S.H.I.E.L.D, was the girl you dated?” “We didn’t date,” Steve rubbed his neck, a nervous habit of his, “But we…well, we had…” he sighed, “To be honest, we didn’t have a chance to find out what we had. We kissed before I went after the plane and I talked to her over the radio as …” As his plane went down. Before he was lost to her forever. I leaned back in my seat with a slackened jaw, “Wow. I can’t tell whether I’m intimidated or jealous.” “My point is not only do I not know what I’m doing either but all that happened a few months ago, for me at least. I’m still trying to deal with it and I don’t want to hurt you either.” “Do you still have feelings for her?” I asked without thinking. Steve paused, silent. “I think a part of me is always going to love her. I’ve heard people say that,” he looked up to me, “But, I’ve got another chance at life and there’s this beautiful woman in front of me who ties up my stomach whenever she looks at me. Who makes me laugh more than anyone ever has. Who can turn any bad day into something amazing just by smiling.” Steve reached across the table and took my hand ever so gently, my breath trembling as he kept going. “I don’t want to sit on these feelings I have for you, I just didn’t expect to have them so soon. I want to be with you, Y/n. I really do. All I’ve wanted to do since the second I met you was get to know you. And now you’re a bigger part of my life than I ever thought I’d be lucky enough to have.” We’d both spilled a lot onto our plates and I knew there was more to unpack on both sides. I was feeling so many things at once. Sadness for Steve, concern for whether or not I'd get hurt, adoration growing as he told me just how much he felt for me. No amount of training could help me as I sorted through the reasons to and to not move forward. And at the end of it all was my heart, beating away and begging me to listen to it and not reason. Was it enough to simply want to be with someone? “I want this too, Steve,” I said, finally, “And it’s hard for me to admit to wanting another person but it needs to be said. I want you. This whole situation is so weird and there’s definitely no books for How To Date A Secret Agent or What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s A Time Traveling Super Soldier And Has An Ex Who’s In Her 90’s. I mean when you look at this from the outside, it’s a freak show.” “Okay, yeah, it’s strange,” Steve smiled slightly at my nervousness, “But are you going to be happier if we don’t give us a shot? You can be honest with me.” “No,” I said immediately, “Steve, you’ve been living in my mind ever since the minute I met you and you’ve never left. Trust me, I’ve tried to keep you out and you just keep clawing your way back in.” He laughed, causing the warm feeling the sound elicited to blossom in my chest and giving me the confidence to continue. “I want to try, really try, at having a relationship with you.” “I want to try too,” he said, giving my hand a squeeze, “Maybe that’s all we do right now. Try. If it works, then it’ll be great and if it doesn’t-.” “You’ll always have me, regardless of what happens. I never want to not be in your life.” We sat there for a few seconds, thinking over everything the other had said and thinking ahead to our future. “So…” Steve spoke up, “Are we doing this?” I inhaled, the feeling that both our lives were about to change entirely filling me, “We’re doing this. Prepare to be thoroughly disappointed, Rogers.” “You couldn’t disappoint me if you tried,” he smirked, rubbing a thumb over the back of my hand.

“Is that a challenge?” “That’s a promise.”

I smiled deeply, “Please tell me I don’t have to wait till the end of the night to kiss you.” “You don’t ever have to wait for that ever again,” Steve chuckled.

Throwing my napkin away from me, I marched over to Steve’s seat and leaned down to meet his waiting lips. His hands found my waist and as we sunk into the kiss, he lowered me so I was seated in his lap. Soft and sweet, our mouths moved against one another as if we had all the time in the world. There was a freedom in the kiss that we hadn’t had on New Year’s Eve or in the quick pecks since then. A freedom that only came with being with the person you cared most for in the world. Steve and I would face challenges, I wasn’t so stupid too think that it would always be smooth sailing, but a sentiment I’d always found to be corny suddenly rang true for me. If you had ‘your person’ standing by you during the hard times, there wasn’t anything that couldn’t be gotten through. Steve Rogers had my heart entirely and I prayed that there would never come a day where that changed.

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SOME TIME IN 2016

“So can I ask?”

“I already know what you’re going to ask…’How did America’s Golden Couple end up breaking each other’s hearts?’”

“Well?” I chuckled dryly, holding the glass of vodka against my forehead, trying to nurse deeper wounds than the alcohol would reach. “I can’t decide whether it was when I realized he was still in love with the almighty Peggy Carter or when I tried to have his best friend killed.” My friend nodded but as always, didn’t looked fazed by anything I’d said. “That’s a lot.” I bitterly smiled, “Steve and I were a lot.”

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A/N: Not all will be well in our story as I've revealed in the last part, but how we get there is a rollercoaster and there's still plenty of story to be told before and after we get there. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged or what you thought! Until next time!

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Okay, for all of you who don't feel like watching Miles RP as David

Here are some of my favorite quotes. Context may be added if I feel like it. Reactions are my goblin brain screaming. All of these came from a discord so if they don't make sense . . . see goblin brain comment.

(That link should start directly at the point where he becomes David; if it doesn't, skip to 1:40:33)

In roughly chronological order:

David: "Teachers are sort of like camp counselors during the rest of the year."

The thing is David is absolutely up his own ass enough to think this.

David: "Trail mix is expensive!"

^ said to show he understands why not everyone can donate to the charity for teachers. Very adorable, am crying.

David's "ooooh" seeing one dude was extremely non-heterosexual. Fucking bicon. Him losing his mind that one of the arenas is called "Survey camp"

David: "A person's hitting me -- I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry this is just pretend!"

This is just canonically how David plays video games. Either this or he's unwilling to commit violence at all, but I'll defer to Miles.

David: "That's very goat of you!"

Spencer: "Is David popular amongst his campers?"

David: "I like to think so! There's only 3 staff members, so I'm definitely in everyone's top 3."

"That also means you're in the bottom 3."

David: "Well, I choose not to think of it that way."

(I have to keep adding reacts so you can tell when one quote ends and another begins. Judge not lest ye be judged)

I think the other person in the stream is named Spencer. Friend of Miles. I know literally nothing else about him and am not even confident on those facts.

Every time he says something so non-David in his David voice I die: "I have a lot of grenades!"

David: "Oh my goodness, would you look at this beautiful scenery! Can we hike that mountain?"

This is so goddamn cute. I am dying. Miles looked at his fans and said "they will eat tonight" and I am so relieved.

David: "Not to be a couple of Greedy Garys, but I say we get this [care package] and then I'll drop another one!"

The fact that Miles is grinning like a lunatic the entire time is very good. (Also if this is formatted badly then I'm sorry but not all that sorry. I'm doing my best and David would be proud of me.)

David: "Didja getim? Didja getim? didja getim? How 'bout now?"

Spencer: "I didn't get 'em."

David: "Well, you tried your best and that's all that matters."

He calls healing "a little health kiss." I'm not sure why but it's very important to me.

David: [while jumping to murder someone] "Hi! Scuse me!"

(i just need something to separate the quotes okay)

David: "Well you know what gang, we did our best. You don't always win the 3-legged race. You did a wonderful job!"

Then there's a bit where they talk about Spencer's time at summer camp:

David: "ooooh hand-holding's pretty serious!"

David is too pure.

David: [dreamily] "Did you fall in love, Spencer? A summer love?" [puts hands up to his face]

Then there's the fact that David/Miles gets to pick where they play each round, and he keeps insisting on going to the one called "Survey Camp" every single time because it has the word "camp" in it.

David: "Now, I don't like to disagree, but . . . I was thinking we could go . . . to Survey Camp!"

Spencer reminds him that technically since David's the one with the power to choose, his opinion is the only one that matters:

David: "Everyone's opinion matters. And my opinion is we're going to camp."

David just steamrolling over Spencer's interests is very good. There are these little selfish nuggets sprinkled in among the wholesomeness that really capture the full David experience.

David: "Well, he's climbing up . . . he's coming my direction . . . oh, he looks scary . . ."

Spencer: "Is he coming towards me?"

David: "Oooh, I don't know. I'm dead!"

The positivity is relentless. I think Miles said on twitter afterwards that this whole thing was exhausting and I can see why. Being David is no picnic . . .

David: "I have a question: do we have to shoot each other in this game?"

And then a few seconds later:

David: "I'm just wondering if maybe there's a way we can, you know, help others. Talk through our issues."

And a few seconds after that:

David: "I was asking if they wanted to be friends in the game!"

I believe that moved killed him, too. Precious.

Also we're interrupting the real Miles!David content to share something my friend suggested to me while I was watching this and giving her quotes; she said that maybe David just calls everything camp to make life more fun, and then sent me this imaginary exchange that actually killed me all the way to death:

David: Gwen Santos would you go to marriage camp with me

Gwen: I'm going to have to change this story when I tell everyone

It made me laugh quite a bit.

Anyway, back to the video!

Spencer: "How do you sign up for [Camp Campbell]?"

David: "Well, um, you can fax, uh, an application to [email protected]. And . . . you can know that myself and Gwen and Quartermaster and sometimes Mr. Campbell will do our best to make sure they get what they need! Which more than anything is love and support. And friendship."

Spencer: "How many dollars does this camp cost?"

David: "You know . . . it is, um . . ."

And then the conversation switches subjects and David breathes a sigh of relief.

Very shortly after this he changed his character from a woman (she was wearing a yellow shirt, which he liked because the campers wear yellow shirts) to "a Forward Scout with a positive attitude!"

"I like his style."

Spencer: "Does everybody abuse David verbally?"

David: "You know, sometimes people have harsh words. Mostly Max, and Neil, and Gwen, and Quartermaster, and Nurf."

Spencer: "Did you just list almost everyone?"

David: "Mmm . . . I'd say maybe a third."

Poor David. Somebody please protect him.

Spencer: "Yeah, I think people abuse David. I get that vibe. Or at least, I feel it in my heart. Like I wanna put ants in your bunk or something."

David: "Well, I think that says more about maybe some of the hurt you're carrying with you. And sometimes when people don't know how to process that, they act out. Do you want some trail mix?"

David just said his favorite part of trail mix is the raisins which is so cute. "They have a little bit of salt on them, which isn't typical for a raisin."

And he keeps telling chatters to watch their language.

David: "Who is my favorite camper? Aww, you know I couldn't pick a favorite! . . . But I know who has the most potential, even if he doesn't want to admit it."

I KNEW IT!!!!!

I've been saying for years that David doesn't have a favorite and gravitates towards the ones he thinks need him the most AND I FINALLY GOT ONE RIGHT!

David: "Well you know, Gwen swears and that's okay."

shipping intensifies

David: [gasp] "The moss is growing on the north side of the rock!"

Every time he nerds out about weird shit in the game I gain 3 seconds to my life.

Spencer: "Did you get teabagged?"

David: "What's that?"

Spencer: "It's where somebody places their most intimate bits on you for . . . friendship."

David: [softly] "Oh, I don't know about that."

Also David confirms that the whole show has been a single summer, so please see the "vindication" gif above.

David: "I know a lot of fun camp songs."

Spencer: "Sing 3."

David: [starts singing] "Bum-bum-bumblebee, bumblebee tuna, I love bumblebee, bumblebee tuna . . ."

Spencer: "Okay, please stop. I immediately regret this decision."

David: "Max said the same thing! One of my campers. And, uh, and my co-counselor, Gwen."

He's literally made of sunshine. I would die for this fictional man.

Spencer: "Are people at camp against their will? I feel like they are."

David: "No! . . . They don't always like it immediately, but it grows on them."

Spencer: "It sounds like they're there against their will."

David: "Well I just think that's a negative way of looking at it."

FWIW Spencer makes an excellent foil to David. Not as aggressive as Max or as dour as Gwen, but he brings a very . . . like, straight-man energy to the conversation. Like how a normal person would react to David IRL. I'd enjoy seeing these two interact more.

Spencer: "It's like your overpositivity is wanting me to balance it out with negativity."

David: "You know, I feel like that dynamic's pretty popular with me."

eeeeeeee <3

And the last one that I personally found noteworthy:

David: "One day we'll be able to afford safety equipment. Until then, we'll just have to deal with Quartermaster's Ropes Course. And a lot of pillows."

There's point near the last 20 minutes where either it got kinda boring or I just got too tired to keep track. But if there are any quotes you think I missed, please share them! This was a really lovely bit of content to feed our starving maw, and I appreciate Miles very very very much for taking one for the team.

#campcamp #camp camp #cc david #roosterteeth #rooster teeth #miles luna #this isn't content #it's more like a public service #also i threw the gwenvid in like the trash goblin I am

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procrastinatingsapphictrash · 3 years

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Colours

Word count: 1754

Genre: Angst and fluff

Pairing: Natasha x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing (let me know if I need to add more)

Request: How about a natasha x reader Soulmate AU?

Summary: Soulmate AU. Reader has never really liked the idea of a soulmate and is fine with not having one until she wakes up in a hospital able to see colours and Natasha is on a long mission.

A/n: This one took me awhile to get around to, but at least it’s here now. This was requested by both an anon and @casperlikej so I hope you and everyone else likes it! I keep deciding to catch up on my fics and then procrastinating so sorry I still have a lot I haven’t written yet. Enjoy!

You zip up your tactical suit, grinning across the jet at Natasha. She smiles softly back as she straps her guns to her thighs. You can’t help but stare at that movement, admiring how hot she looks before quickly taking your eyes away before she notices.

“Alright team,” Steve speaks up, “we need to find the weapon’s stash which is located in the red building in the north cluster.”

“Um Stevie, some of us don’t have soulmates and don’t fucking know what red is.” You remind him and he sighs, exasperated with your nickname for him.

“Just follow me.” He tells everybody but Tony, Bucky and Bruce. “And Y/n, how many times do I need to tell you that you haven’t found your soulmate yet, not that you don’t have one.”

You roll your eyes. “You know how I feel about soulmates Stevie.”

He opens his mouth to respond but Tony cuts him off. “As much as I would love to see the two of you argue about soulmates for the thousandth time, we’re landing.”

The mood instantly turns serious as the jet touches down and everyone gives themselves a quick check over to make sure they have everything. You once again look at Natasha and grin as everyone makes their way off the jet. She doesn’t notice which is probably for the best because sooner or later she was bound to notice your small crush on her.

“Let’s get ‘em guys.” Tony says as you all rush towards a building in the back, following Steve’s lead.

The fire fight when you got to the cluster was heavier than expected and you were dodging bullets left and right. The hydra agents were dropping fast though and before long there were only a few of them left. You smile at your assumed success when you feel a sharp pain in your chest and you hit the ground and your vision starts to blacken. You can vaguely make out the voices of your teammates shouting at you to wake up but it takes too much effort so you let the darkness overcome you.

Wanda runs over to you, the first to see you fall, checking for a pulse, sighing in relief when she finds one.

“She’s still breathing.” She calls out and the rest of the team follows her lead, sighing in relief before taking down the few remaining hydra agents.

Steve steps forward, gingerly picking you up. “I’ll bring her back to the jet to get medical attention, the rest of you finish the mission.”

“But-” Natasha starts to protest but falls silent under Steve’s stern gaze. Steve takes you back, trying to find the balance between quickly getting you to the jet and trying to to jostle you. When he gets back he yells for the medics and places you on the table.

You feel as though everything is blurry. “Stevie?” You slur.

“Shhh, don’t speak, it’s going to be alright.” He tells you. You hear nurses come into the room, then the sharp prick of the needle then nothing.

Only a few minutes pass before the rest of the team comes bursting into the jet.

“Is she okay?” Bucky asks frantically as Natasha walks over to you and the others look on.

“She’ll be fine,” one of the doctors assures, “we just need to stitch her up and she needs some rest.”

“Good,” Natasha says shortly, reaching out to hold your hand, “HOLY SHIT!!!”

“What?” Multiple voices ask her.

She lets a small smile spread across her face. “I can see colours now.”

---

The first thing you hear is the tell tale beeping of machines that let you know that you were in either the hospital or medbay. You shift around in your bed, opening your eyes, taking in the room.

In your dazed state it takes a second for you to realize that you can see colours. “What the fuck?!?!?!??”

“Isn’t it exciting?” Steve’s voice asks and you turn to the side to see him and Natasha sitting in the two chairs by the hospital bed.

“Exciting?” You ask. “This is horrible! I don’t want a soulmate!”

“Don’t say that.” Steve says sternly.

“If that’s the way she feels it’s ok Steve, no need to get mad at her.” Natasha says before turning to you. “Now that I know you’re awake I have to leave for a mission.” With that she strides out of the room.

“Be safe!” You shout after her.

When you turn back to Steve he’s shaking his head at you. “Why don’t you want a soulmate?”

“Because the concept is stupid,” you explain as though it should be obvious, “I touch someone skin to skin and suddenly I can see colours? Now I’m automatically supposed to be in love? What the fuck is that?”

Steve sighs. “It’s hard to explain but Bucky makes me the happiest I’ve ever been, give your soulmate a chance.”

“No can do,” you say apologetically, “tell whoever it is sorry but I don’t want to shack up with some random person just because I’m supposed to.”

Steve looks disappointed in you but doesn’t disagree. “If that’s what you really want.”

---

It had been two months since the soulmate thing and honestly things were good. As much as the idea of soulmates still repulsed you you had to admit that seeing colours was pretty cool. The only bad thing was that Natasha had been gone on a top secret assignment since she had talked to you in the hospital and you missed her more than you should have.

Tony and Steve walk by and you stop them. “Do you guys have any idea of when Natasha is going to be back?”

They exchange a look before Tony speaks up. “We actually just got off the phone with Fury and her mission just ended but he’s giving her a little off time so she’s not coming back until next week.”

“Is Natasha okay?” You ask, frowning. “She doesn’t usually take off time.”

“I’m sure she’s fine. We’ll see you around later.” Steve says, brushing off your concern and walking away with Tony. You watch them walk away, suspicion clouding your thoughts. It was unlike Steve to not seem to care about his teammates so you know that something is wrong. You also are a bit suspicious of the glance Steve and Tony had before answering and you know for sure they are hiding something about Natasha’s mission. You snort to yourself, being a spy was your old job and they still thought they could hide things from you.

You decide to go and see if Fury will tell you anything about Natasha. You aren’t super concerned because you know if she was seriously injured or even dead Steve would have told you, you’re just very curious.

“Come in.” Fury says when you knock on the door of his office.

You get straight to the point. “Why is everyone acting weird about Natasha’s mission and why is she taking time off? And don’t feed me some bullshit answer.”

He stays silent for a minute, appearing thoughtful. “I will tell you because I fear otherwise could damage team dynamics. However if this is information you don’t like, you have to pretend not to know it.”

“Of course sir.” You respond confused.

He slides a file across the table and you eagerly grab it and start to read, only to find out it’s your file.

“Why are you giving me my own file?” You ask him. He points his finger at a spot near the bottom of the page.

Soulmate: Natasha Romanoff

You look up in shock. “Natasha’s my soulmate???” He nods. “Shit!”

“I assumed you would be happy to find out she was your soulmate.” He tells you. “Please don’t let anyone, even Natasha, know that you know.”

“No sir,” you explain, “I am happy she’s my soulmate, I thought it was some random doctor I had never met, but I said, right in front of her that I didn’t want my soulmate.”

“I know Y/n, who do you think she begged to be allowed on a mission?” You look down sheepishly after he says that.

He takes pity on you and scribbles an address down on a scrap of paper and hands it to you. “Take one of the small jets and don’t mess this up.”

“Thank you.” You tell him before rushing out of the room, immediately making your way to the jets.

---

Ten hours later you’re exhausted but finally are here and you knock on Natasha’s hotel room door.

“Hello?” She questions when she answers the door. “How did you know where I was staying?”

“I know we’re soulmates.” You tell her, ignoring her question.

Her eyes grow wide. “You better come inside for this conversation.” You step in as she holds the door open and take a seat on the edge of the bed as she closes the door. Instead of sitting beside you she stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, her stance defensive.

“You can sit down.” You tell her, patting a spot beside you.

She hesitantly makes her way over and takes a seat. “Thanks.”

You look at her, unsure of how to exactly express how you feel. “I’m sorry Tasha.”

“There’s no need to be sorry,” she responds, “I’ve always known how you felt about soulmates.”

“Yeah but that was before I actually had one.” You say.

She scoffs. “Don’t back track now, I was in the hospital when you said you didn’t want a soulmate.”

“Tasha,” you breath reaching out to touch her hand with yours, biting her lip when she pulls away, “that was before I knew it was you.”She scoffs again, looking away. You put your hand on her chin and turn her to face you again. “I’m serious Tasha. I thought my soulmate was some doctor I didn’t know, not my friend who I happened to have a little bit of a crush on.”

She blushes and bites her lip. “So you do want me?” She asks, in a heartbreakingly timid voice.

“Always.” You say before leaning in to kiss her. She kisses super softly at first, like she’s scared you’re not there but quickly getting more comfortable. When you break apart you rest your forehead against hers, lips still close to touching.

“My soulmate.” She says in a voice that’s the perfect mix of sweet and possessive to make your knees weak and your heart jump.

“Your soulmate.” You agree.

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Tagging: @fayhar @stephanieromanoff @acertainredhead @stop-drop-and-drumroll @peggycarter-steverogers (if you want to be added, comment, send an ask, or message me)

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #black widow x reader #avengers #avengers fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #x reader

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seijorhi · 4 years

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okay but like how would yandere*insert preferred hq team here* react to their beloved darling manager being abused or bullied?? i wanna see your take bc your shit is always gud

Not well.

I feel like I don’t hype Shiratorizawa enough, so let’s go with them for this one.

TW implied dub/non-con, bullying

It’s not like the bullying is overt. No, everybody knows that the VBC are untouchable within the school - they’re the powerhouse team, academics aside, the only real reason that anybody anywhere cares about the Shiratorizawa name.

Also, the Captain is Ushijima Wakatoshi and nobody in their right mind wants to irritate the steely Ace.

You, being their manager, are a part of that team. While you might disagree, they take care of their own, they’re rather protective of their darling little manager. They care about you.

They love you.

It’s not a secret - wherever you go within the school grounds there’s usually at least one of them trailing not far behind. More often than not one of your fellow third years - Tendou in particular likes to hang off your shoulder, chattering inanely while you’re trying to study. And maybe that’s how the rumours start.

The only reason you joined the volleyball team was so you could fuck the players. You blow them before all of their matches, they celebrate their wins with you on your back. You’re little more than their cockwhore mascot, begging to be filled every second you’re around them.

Never mind that you didn’t want any of that. Never mind that you’ve never so much as touched your underclassmen.

When it’s just rumours you don’t care. You can ignore the snickers and the whispers that follow you down the halls, and outside of the occasional glare and not so thinly veiled threat courtesy of whichever teammate happens to be within earshot - they’re content to more or less let it slide. (You have a sneaking suspicion that Semi enjoys it - everybody knowing that you’re taking his cock so well after practice every day - and maybe that’s why he’s so intent on marking you up. Tendou definitely does.)

But when it gets physical - your team isn’t nearly so forgiving.

It’s the soccer Captain who corners you in the hallway one afternoon trying to convince you to suck him off (he knows you’re good at it, knows you like it), but it’s Goshiki, devoted, eager Goshiki who adores you, who sees him tugging you back into the locker rooms, your arm twisted behind your back, your face screwed up in terror and wet with tears.

Of course he knows what to do. It makes it easy with most of the team still in the gym, cooling down after training. Ushijima’s never been the most expressive person, but even Goshiki gulps nervously at the dark storm brewing behind olive eyes when he explains what he saw. Nobody touches you but them and nobody - nobody - gets to hurt you.

It’s a good thing that the Shiratorizawa volleyball club is the pride and joy of the Academy. It’s a good thing they can damn near get away with murder. Ushijima naturally gets the first hit (and the second), but after eight rounds with your very, very pissed off team, the poor bastard is lucky he’s still breathing.

#BD drabbles #yandere shiratorizawa #yandere haikyuu #ask #anon #not a request #tw non con #tw dub con #tw bullying

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nestatargaryen · 3 years

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Everybody Wants to Steal My Girl | Mob! Tom Holland Fic

Warnings : Language, very small amount of SMUT at the end (18++)

This chapter is more of a domestic sides fic

Tom Holland x Reader | Platonic!Holland Brothers x Reader | Platonic!Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Part 2 of Brothers Don't Stab Each Other

"Baby, I'm home," Harrison screamed then scrunched his face when Tom frowned at him. "Habits," Haz reasoned.

"in the kitchen," you screamed back. His brow furrowed deeper hearing your answer.

It happens a lot every now and then. It supposed to be a harmless joke that has became a silly, but now.. Now that tom knows..

'RELAAAAAAAXXXXXXX,' He deeply inhale then slowly exhale.

They walked to the kitchen welcomed by confetti all over the floor, Definitely your idea. Tessa ran to Tom, wiggling her tail. "Hello, darling."

"Yo, Paddy. My Birthday boy," Harrison ruffled Paddy's hair.

"Woah, you look like shit," Paddy mocked him.

Tom smirked as he play with Tessa then got up to kiss your cheek hugging you from behind, "How's my second favorite girl,hmm?"

You tilted hour head, feeling ticklish when he kissed your neck, "SECOND FAVORITE HMM. I'm holding a knife right here mister," you joked as you continue to cut the fruit you're going to use to decorate Paddy's cake.

"You don't scare me, you're like 5 ft." He mumbled as he rubbed his face on your neck, inhaling your scent, his arms getting tighter around your waist. "You're on thin ice, Thomas."

"But you love me," he pouted.

"Yeah, wait until you got shot, padster," Harrison said. You snapped your head, "No one is- Haz what happened?"

You quickly escape from Tom's arm before he tightened it. His brows furrowed so deep it might leave permanent crease.

You held Harrison's face as you examine the damage. "Paddy can you grab me the First aid, please?" Your eyes didn't leave Haz' face. "I thought you guys said it was a meeting."

"it was supposed to be an easy job. But shit happened." You mumbled thanks to Paddy when he gave you the kit.

"Yeah, no shit, look at your face," Your nose scrunched when you examine the big deep red bruise on his cheek, slightly bloody dried by time. "What happened to you?"

"There's this crazy bitch, almost shoot me in the face but then he kicked me and I fell in the face," He sneered at Tom, secretly.

"Harrison, I swear, that's the dumbest reason I've ever heard in my life," Sam walked in still wearing his black shirt, but the sleeves are rolled to his elbows

"Be nice, Sammy. You should be more careful Haz," The boys were rarely hurt during their business, but when they do, you can't help to be an overbearing mother hen.

"Baby, it's nothing Haz can't handle,' Tom said as he pat Haz' shoulder from behind. "Right, Haz?"

"Right," Harrison's body stiffen up immediately.

"Let me clean them, you might get an infection," you said as you turned your back and prepared the disinfectant.

Tom's hand grabbed his shoulder even tighter that Harrison winced before he whisper in a very small voice,

"I'm going to fucking kill you."

"it's fine, Y/n. You have to finish the cake." Harrison said fastly and you suddenly remembered the unfinished cake- now being poked by Paddy.

"i can do it for you, darling," Tom said abruptly. "Thanks darling" you kissed his cheek.

Tom smiled at Harrison.

Harrison's heart raced so fast, he felt like crying now.

"YO, What's with fuss?" Harry already showered wearing black T-Shirts and sweatpants.

"Hey, Harry- Finally someone smells good with a clean hair," you ruffled his wet hair when he hug and pecked your cheek. "Help me decorate the cake, will you?"

Tom furrowed his eyebrow hearing your compliment. He could swore everything pissed him off that day. You looked so beautiful, too beautiful, when you do things that you love, how you laughed when Paddy poked the cream leaving the cake uneven. It wasn't your fault if boys are drawn to you. You really are the light in their somewhat gruesome-dark lifestyle.

"I wish that you're my girlfriend, y/n. I swear you make the best cake in the world."

HOLD THE FUCK UPPPPP------

"Get in the line, Harry. I asked her first," Paddy exclaimed.

EXCUSE ME, WHAT THE FUCKKK

Your laugh became a bit louder. "Aren't I a too old for you guys?"

Harry scoffed, "Whaaaatt, only for Paddy, you're only one year older than me. Besides, you're small. No one will know," he laughed when you squinted you eyes, pretending to be insulted.

"y/n, age is just a number, wait until I'm taller than everyone, no one will know I'm the youngest," Paddy tried to reasoned with you.

Tom tilted his head, what the fuck is wrong with everyone. Then it hit him,

'Hey Beautiful,' Harry kissed your cheek as you made breakfast for everyone..

'i loveee you, y/n,' Paddy hugged you.

'Baby, I'm home,' Harrison screamed.

Well at least Sam maintain a healthy dist-

"I'll take a shower, chickens delicious y/n," Sam pecked your cheek after he poked and licked the sauce and went to shower.

"Tom, I swear, I'll cry if you keep patting my cuts like you're trying to push out your pimple,"

"Right, sorry."

***

After the small party you all held for paddy, everyone retreated to their room. You and Tom to your shared room. Tom, brushing his teeth, frowned as he thought about how close you are to his brothers and best friend.

Paddy wanted to have picture, only the two of you, and he kissed your cheek. Twins all glued to your sides, always help you voluntarily, not a single whine came out of their mouth. Unlike when Tom tell them to do something. Okay that's a different case, Tom tells them to beat the shit out of people who stole from him. But still, the twins are all puppy around you.

And then Harrison... Fucking Harrison...

Spitting the mouthwash, then he got out from the bathroom only to see you, all cute in your favorite pajamas.

You met him through Harrison, you were his sister's childhood friend before she died. Couldn't help but feel jealous of the time you spent with Harrison. Harrison always said you were like his little sister.

WHICH FUCKING BROTHER MADE OUT WITH HIS SISTER.

"Have you ever thought about dating Harrison?" He asked suddenly.

"Pardon?" You looked away from your phone. Tom plopped to the bed, wiggling himself to hug you.

"What about Harry? Sam maybe? or Paddy?" He closed his eyes, rubbed his face while mumbling to your belly.

You don't have abs, that is for sure. You hate everything that involves sweating, luckily you managed to maintain a healthy weight, but slightly chubby belly is inevitable after eating bunch of foods.

"Where is this coming from?" You brushed his hair, slightly massaging his head.

"Just wondering. Seems like everybody wants to steal my girl," he grunted.

"What? They're like my little brothers," you chuckled when he poked your waist, disagreeing your statement.

"You don't look any close to be their big sister. Even Paddy is taller than you."

You slapped his shoulder while laughing, "that's mean you jerk."

Tom got up over you, caging you, elbows holding his weight.

"I love you, and your brothers," you kissed his lips, staring at his eyes lovingly. "Also Harrison, of course."

He frowned again but your thumb brushed his forehead. He put all his weight on you before spinning around to make you on top of him. Both hands on your waist.

"It's different kind of love of course," you reassured him, "You are my only one, okay?" He hummed and pouted his lips.

You smiled and kissed him. When you pulled away he held your face, and deepened the kiss, soon it turned to be the hot make out session. His hand snaked under your pajamas top, rubbing your back before carefully rolling you to the bed.

His kiss fell down to your jaw, then down to your neck, all wet and sloppy kiss, slightly sucking the skin making you squirm under his touch. His thumb slowly caressing your stomach slowly making its way up to your breast.

Your fingers playing around his hair, grabbing them a little when Tom sucked harder, leaving mark on your skin. Slowly grinding on you, clearly teasing in a very playful manner. His other hand rubbing your outer thigh.

His head went up again, stared you with soft gaze filled with love and lust before he kissed your lips again, sucking the bottom lips. He's not a saint. He wanted you in every way he could.

But only if you are ready.

You held, his face, "umm, you know that I've never, umm you know.."

Tom chuckled softly, "I think that's quite obvious darling," he pecked your lips.

"I'm sorry I'm not skilled or something," Tom chuckled, he kissed you neck, "But I can asked someone to teach me and when I'm all skilled, I--"

Tom straddled on your thighs directly, brows furrowed, too deep for your liking, "excuse me?"

"Yeah you know, I know you're all skilled and maybe I should ask-"

"Is this someone particularly has a blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, and his initial name is Harrison Osterfield?"

"I mean I always asked Haz about stuff I don't know."

Your cheek blushed and Tom didn't like that. He pursed his lips. Eyes squinting at you.

"You are my girlfriend, If you want to learn how to fuck I'll fucking teach you."

He got off from you laps. "Unbelievable. Should've fucking stab him."

You were shocked, "It has not happen yet, what do you mean should've."

Tom raised his eyebrows, "YET? Are you still thinking about doing that with Haz?-

"Thomas, don't play my words like that, you know what i mean,"

"I knew he was your first kiss."

You were surprised. "It was only one time, I was scared if you kissed me and I don't know how to kiss back. So I asked him to teach me before I went to our first date. He didn't know it was you. I swear it."

"y/n, you are unbelievable. I'm sleeping on the couch goodnight." Tom grabbed his pillow and went outside your room,

"Wait, we have couch in our room, where-" Tom slammed the door.

"Shit."

***

Hey guys, before you complain what kind of smut is this, i need to explain, I'm a virgin who can't drive and have been single all her life :')

and this is my first fic, hope you like it xxx

you are allowed to correct my mistakes and send some suggestions or maybe some requests?

love you all, have a great day.

#tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland angst #tom holland fluff #tom holland fic #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #mob tom holland #mob!tom #tom holland imagine #harrison osterfield #harry holland #sam holland #paddy holland

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lochnessies · 3 years

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ok here’s a dissection of a post an anon sent me the link to and bc i have the worst time management possible and i completely forgot i had it lol so sorry anon here you go ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

I am constantly thinking about how Edelgard just doesn’t seem designed to appeal to cishet men.

i hate to be the one to break this news to you op but just because a character doesn’t show skin like charlotte fire emblem doesn’t mean she isn’t designed to pander to men. she’s very much designed to pander to the (majority straight male) player base with her ‘uwu i only trust you professor omg did u see that rat? pls don’t look at my painting of you uwu’.

then there’s the whole edelgard c support in japanese where byleth makes reference to having come to her room for ‘yobi’ which is

there’s also the scene where byleth can make an unsolicited comment about edelgard’s breast size. which is… uhh… gross.

edelgard also has cipher cards that go from slightly fanserviceie to full on suggestive

and also her breast armor that my sister relentlessly mocked lol

and here’s a chart from the 3h subreddit about gender/sexually in regards to edelgard and edeleth. it’s extremely straight male. op might have just overlooked this since they probably don’t go on reddit and stay on tumblr (which unlike reddit is mostly female and has a high lgbt demographic).

Like the joke is that Bleagles is the Gay House, but everything about her feels deliberately non-hetero.

i don’t like where this is going…

She’s dressed in sharp outfits covering her upper body, with proportions that don’t seem exaggerated.

so women who cover up must be lgbt because straight women are naturally more revealing? oh y i k e s

Her poise and the way she effortlessly flourishes her axe exhibits an air of coolness. While titties out =/= character of no substance, Edelgard being dressed more modestly suggests that she wasn’t designed with male-centred fanservice in mind.

“titties don’t equal no substance but here’s my post on how she has more substance because she doesn’t show titties” ok

And she still looks absolutely stunning in her more modest attire (like seriously, I haven’t felt the need to return to cosplay in years but I want to do her academy look so bad).

yes she does. amazing design 10/10. i have a feeling this is the only part i’m going to agree with

Edelgard is intense. She does not mince her words and she is constantly evaluating you. Though she tries, she has a difficult time understanding her peers initially. Early on, she talks about how she would sacrifice herself and others in the name of some greater good. She is terrible at communicating with her peers. She has to be seen as infallible. Her heart has been hardened for years and she assumes she has to stay that way. She also assumes everyone mourns the same way she does - which is why she (kind of insensitively) insists you move on when Jeralt dies. Because to her, grief has to be channeled towards action, or else you’ll get lost in it. This attitude is demonstrated time and time again as she presses on. It can make her come off as cold and unfeeling - but look closer, and she’s anything but.

don’t really have anything to say at this part. it is pretty on the nose though i would slightly disagree with that last sentence a bit. i wouldn’t say she’s as i feeling as hubert is but all of her talks of the war boil down to how she feels and never her victims.

Her story is ultimately about her realizing that to achieve her goals, she needs to let people in and allow herself to want things like cakes and tea parties and lazy days in peace.

????? what ????? her goals include imperialism, ethnic and religious targeting. her story is about having a set of beliefs and mowing down anybody who stands in her way. that has nothing to do with tea, friends, and lazy days. also am i supposed to be sad that she has to get up everyday and work? i do that and i didn’t start a war and only throw a pity party for myself

The game leaves the player guessing as to how involved the Flame Emperor was in each Part I event, makes you feel hurt by her betrayal, and leaves you with a choice: do you follow the orders of the woman who tried to make you a god without your consent, or a young girl with questionable morals about to throw the world into upheaval?

this isn’t an ideal situation but i think i’m going to stick with the woman who tried to make me a god since i’m not selfish and i know it’s not only my desires and life at stake here. plus the green hair slaps ngl

Choosing her of your own volition (not for completionist reasons) requires the basic ability to sympathize with a woman’s pain. It also requires the player to read beyond her unwavering will and dubious methods to get a sense of how deep that pain goes and how the theme of humanity relates to her differently in each route.

i’m not going to touch this since @nilsh13 made a post on it that i’ll link here. i agree with everything he said so to repeat it would be redundant.

The player must be able to see a young woman’s desperate resolve to change the world so it stops exploiting people and ruining lives. They must be able to accept the fact that women can make the same morally wrong and ambivalent decisions that complicated male characters get to make all the time and still be the one to root for.

literally the same reason i love rhea lol her goddess experiments are dubious at best but her reasons are the same you mentioned. i would say that i like this quality in edelgard too if her ending, while bloody, actually ended in a good outcome for fodlan.

This is not unique to LGBT+ people, but this population is likely to understand why Edelgard feels so strongly about why she has to change the system.

i understand wanting to change a system, i really do. like edelgard, i’m an opinionated bisexual woman (who’s also physically disabled) so yeah i get it. and change can be good but it can also be terrible. even if the church was the boogeyman edelgard treats it as she still replaces it with her own shit regime. so it’s the same circus just with a new conductor.

I don’t think “Edelgard gets undue criticism because she’s a woman” captures the full picture. An important aspect of her treatment by certain parts of the fandom is that she’s a radical woman.

or maybe she does some pretty fucked up shit and it goes unacknowledged in her own route. and yeah she’s radical but in all the worst ways.

Her hatred of the Church and the Crest system resonates way harder with people who have been hurt by institutions that are deeply engrained in our society.

and what about people who have been hurt by systems where their ‘merit’ didn’t measure up and they were left behind? what about people from nations that experienced imperialism?

Siding with her means siding against the Church - which, while different from real world religious institutions, still invokes language about “sin” and “punishment.

yeah the ‘sins’ and ‘punishments’ are used in relation to attempted murders which i think everybody can agree is a bad thing that needs to be condemned.

Choosing Edelgard will likely hit different if homophobic and transphobic Christians used that rhetoric against you.

it has literally nothing to do with ‘sins’ and ‘punishments’ in regards to being gay or trans. that’s you projecting. especially since the church has 2 canon gay characters and two coded ones.

like i can understand why having a church condemn you can be uncomfortable but i’m begging you to please look at the context of what’s happening.

I’m willing to go out on a limb and say that the reason F/F Edeleth is the more popular iteration of that ship because most people who would choose to S-support Edelgard are LGBT+ themselves. This is not a revelation. To anyone in the community, it’s fairly obvious.

i was talking to nilish and he said

so yeah… while there is definitely sapphic femleth shippers out there, there’s still a whole lot of weird fetishizing going on from straight men about edelgard.

Crimson Flower was my first route. I went into the game knowing absolutely nothing. I played it during the last week of 2020 and hoo boy was it cathartic.

i can tell. this wasn’t supposed to be a dig but it came out that way and i’m not taking it out.

I felt like I was living out a gay revolution power fantasy, where I could truly change systems of oppression while fighting alongside a group of troubled students I’d shaped the lives of.

so a gay revolution power fantasy (cringe) goes hand in hand with imperialism and installing a dictatorship? also the war had nothing to do with sexuality.

Through your unwavering support, Edelgard learns that she needs to be human, that she must listen to her friends, and that she’s allowed to enjoy the world she’s creating.

edelgard gets to learn how to be human all while hunting those who don’t. and she doesn’t listen fo her friends. she doesn’t even trust them. she’s willing to talk to byleth but keep the people who’s been by her side for five years in the dark about everything. and yeah she gets to enjoy her new words since she’s on top. hate to be a commoner under her rule after she burned down my village in her war.

I love this character so much.

clearly. and i honestly don’t care if somebody likes her. i do as well even if my sometimes scathing words can make it seem otherwise.

It has been six months since I first played and I am still analyzing her,

me too. please help me escape i’m losing my mind

because there’s so much depth. Yet so many people fail to see that depth and dismiss her as evil,

i mean, she does some fucked up shit that goes beyond any of the less than desirable actions of the other main characters and does an extremely poor job in trying to make herself seem innocent. i personally don’t think she’s pure evil but i completely understand where the people who say she is are coming from.

because they never had the will to understand complicated women in the first place.

that’s big talk from somebody who implies that a gay pope is comparable to homophobic and transphobic irl religions and that leads an oppressive regime all because she uses the vague terms of sin and punishments that you have to gay power fantasy your way out of

#i finished this at 1am so sorry if i’m incoherent #mine

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heartbreakgrill · 3 years

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hi bb! could I get a cute zach x reader fic? you can take this in whichever way you like but I was thinking some fluff like a movie night at Zach's or he teaches the reader to play video games? you can do it either way/come up with something of your own too! xxx

Slow Down; Zach Herron

a/n: hope you like it, queen!! 💘

You knocked gently on your boyfriend’s front door, feeling insecure in your leggings, your sweatshirt, and sneakers. You’d been to the boy’s house before, but this was still only your second time, and you’d never dressed so casually in front of Zach. Your relationship was still fresh- only 8 dates had happened so far- so you were still holding back parts of yourself you were afraid of him seeing. The lazy, messy part of you that some guys were turned off by.

You wrung the sleeve of your sweatshirt between your fingers. The door opened a moment after you knocked, drawing your eyes from your feet. Jonah, tall as a tree, stared down at you, a sleepy smile growing to his dark features.

“Hey, Y/N, good to see you.” Jonah swept an arm through the air and you walked into it’s path.

The house was noisy, as per usual. Lights were on all over, Corbyn and Jack were shouting over the shooting noises of a video game on the tv, music was streaming from the Bluetooth speakers, Tessa sat at the kitchen island. Daniel was probably out in his studio, and his brothers were strewn around the living room, watching Corbyn and Jack beat each other.

You felt so out of place in the group’s familiar Friday routine. Jonah could tell, harboring the same feeling of social anxiety, and gently touched your elbow.

“I’ll go get him, okay?” You’d been in Zach’s room, he must’ve not have been in there, because Jonah walked outside after you nodded.

You busied yourself with removing your sneakers. You squatted and gently set them beside somebody else’s shoes on the rack. You peaked around at the door and shut it all the way. Somebody finally spoke up when you turned back around.

“Oh, hey, Y/N! Come sit,” Corbyn patted the spot next to him on the couch.

“Shit, sorry, we just completely ignored your existence,” Jack added on, laughing into his headset.

“No worries,” you smiled at everybody, carefully stepping over Christian’s legs to sit next to Corbyn.

“How ya doing, Y/N?” Corbyn glanced at you.

You folded your hands. “I’m okay, thanks. How are you?”

Corbyn went to answer when something happened in the video game and everybody yelled. That’s when you noticed Zach making his way across the room. He pushed Christian’s legs out of the way, earning a playful punch to the thigh. You stood up as he did, giggling at the laughter the two boys exchanged.

Zach threw his arms up when he laughed, one of his cutesy quirks that you had learned yet. His hands landed on you- shoulder and hip. He gently pulled you into his chest, your hands moving to his back.

“Hey,” he laughed in your ear, fingers moving to your back, but landing on your mini backpack.

“Hi,” you leaned away. His fingers slid down your shoulder and gently held your fingers.

He tugged you behind him, guiding the two of you to his room. “Sorry I didn’t answer the door. Daniel was having me record something.”

You shrugged, “No worries. I got a warm welcome from everybody.”

Zach sighed, letting go of you to shut the door. You sat on the edge of his bed. He said, “Yeah, they can be overwhelming at first.”

“No!” You disagreed. “They’re all really great. I like the energy.”

Zach smiled at you as he walked over to you. “You look very cuddly.”

Your anxiety settled in your subconscious, no longer a part of your worries. Instead, a blush painted your face. “We have never cuddled before.”

Zach sat beside you, setting a hand on your knee. “We don’t have to.”

“No, I want to,” you assured him, grabbing said hand and squeezing the knuckles. “I know you’re probably used to moving a little faster, but I’m just nervous. I’m sorry.”

Zach shook his head, carefully studying your eyes. He brushed the hair from your face, behind your ears, “I think I need to slow down anyways. With my career and looking back on my past relationships, I think it’ll keep me grounded. You’ll keep me grounded.”

Your stomach whirled with adoration. You found yourself leaning forward and kissing him. It wasn’t your first kiss- actually, it was your second. But it felt like the first. You hoped that feeling would stay.

Zach cupped your cheek, thumb just barely pushing your chin up into him. Your hands found his jaw, fingers molding between his hair. You kissed for a moment longer, and intended to keep going, but someone knocked at the door.

You jumped back from Zach, laughing from your naive fright at the sound. Zach pecked your lips and went to the door.

“Hello?” He opened it towards him, leaning against the door frame.

That was hot.

Jack waved from his side of the door. “Can y’all go pick up the pizza?”

Zach rolled his eyes, huffing. “Really? There’s, like, 10 other people here. Why can’t they?”

“Thought maybe you wanted alone time with your girl,” Jack shrugged. “Also, Jonah and Tessa just left, Daniel is busy, the rest of us are playing a game. Please?”

Zach obviously wasn’t going to argue with his band mate in front of his girl, as jack had put it. So he agreed.

Zach went to the closet as you waited on the bed, picking out a hoodie. He slung it over his head and sat beside you again to put on his shoes. As he did, you told him about something you did earlier that day. He was a good listener and conversation came so well between you two.

Zach stood up, offering you his hand. He pulled you up, purposefully tugging you close to his chest. He held you by the back and kissed you again. You giggled into his mouth, feeling his fingers squirm against your sweatshirt. He pulled away, to your disappointment, and looked at your sweatshirt with furrowed brows.

“No, this won’t do,” he tugged at the hem of your sweatshirt.

You looked at him with utter confusion, “Huh?”

He walked back to his closet, voice echoing from inside. “If you’re gonna be my girl, you gotta wear my sweatshirt.”

He settled back in front of you, holding out the hoodie.

You carefully grabbed it. “Is that you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

Zach tipped his head at the sweatshirt, “Is that you saying yes?”

You answered by taking off what you had on and replacing it with a hoodie that the The Invitation Tour logo on it. You followed Zach out the living room again and sat down on the floor to put on your sneakers while he found his keys. He helped you off the floor, like in his room, and led you to the garage.

He opened your door for you like a gentleman, passing by with a sweet kiss. You let out a deep breath once you were settled in the seat, feeling a weight of emotions in your stomach.

Zach got in and then you guys were gone. The pizza place was ten minutes away, but they didn’t offer delivery because of COVID. And, of course, you forgot your mask. Zach just shrugged it off while you felt bad he carried two pizzas and a bag of 2 liters to the car. He put it all in the back seat before joining you again.

On the way back, Zach told you to put on music. Meanwhile, his hand sneakily found it’s way to your knee. He didn’t want to automatically place it upon your thigh, genuinely meaning what he had said earlier.

You wrapped your hand around his, letting your intertwined fingers rest in your lap. When you got back to the house, Zach didn’t allow you to carry anything again. As soon as the pizzas hit the kitchen counter, the boys went ravenous. Even Daniel appeared from his cave to get food.

You stood off to the side, feeling rude just diving in. Corbyn noticed you and automatically spoke up over the crowd of men.

“Hey! Guys, we should probably let Y/N go first,” he motioned to you.

Your face flushed and you felt your neck started to clam up. “Oh, I’m okay.”

Zach, who was caught up getting cups for everyone, sighed. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told them to wait.”

“No, it’s no worries, guys. Please, go ahead,” you insisted again.

Daniel shook his head and handed you a plate, “No, Y/N, go ahead.”

You carefully took it and joined the hoard at the island. You took a single slice of cheese pizza and circled back to your spot.

Christian disagreed with your sad plate, “Oh, cmon. Get another slice, and some chips and a drink.”

You began to protest when they all spoke over each other, insisting. Daniel slapped another slice onto your plate, Corbyn held up two bags of chips in your face, and Zach had already poured your favorite soda into a glass. You tapped on the Dorito’s in Corbyn’s right hand and he poured some on your plate.

You had a restless, wide grin on your face the entire time. “Thank you so much.”

Everybody went back to being savages. Zach quickly got in and got out, leading you back to his room. He crawled across the bed and leaned back on his headboard. You carefully sat beside him as he turned on the television.

“You wanna watch that movie you told me about the other day?” He held out the remote to you.

Your mouth fell agape for a moment and then you nodded. “Yeah- uh, yeah.”

How was he such a good listener?

You found the movie on Netflix and put it on. Zach finished his food quickly, but you ate carefully and slowly. Zach simply layed out on the bed, waiting for you to finish. Once you were done, you stood up from the bed.

Zach paused the movie, “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Wanna give me your plate?” You held out your hand.

Zach jumped up suddenly, grabbing his plate and yours before walking out.. You caught up to his long-legged strides with protests.

“Zach!” You called after him, tugging on the back of his sweatshirt.

He finally turned around after he set everything in the sink. “Yes?”

You tried to glare at him, but his smile was so sweet, you broke into a grin. “I was gonna take them!”

Zach shrugged. “I got it, babe.”

You lifted a finger to point in his face, but froze when the pet name registered. Your face went red again.

Zach’s innocent smile turned even cheekier- if possible. He kissed your cheek and left you standing there. You followed him to his room, stopping him in the middle of the hallway. You tugged him around to face him, practically launching yourself into his arms as you cupped his jaw and kissed him. He held the curve of your back, leaning into the kiss.

You broke off, breathless, with matching smiles. “Wanna finish the movie?” You jerked your head in the direction of his room.

Zach nodded in a less than calm manner and followed you inside. He shut the door, splaying back in his spot on the bed. You carefully lay beside him, resting your head on his bicep, which he extended out beside him. His hand clasped around your shoulder and tugged you into his side. You got comfortable over the span of a few minutes, at first slightly stiff. When you were in position, your leg was tossed over his, your hands on his chest.

The movie ended and you began another before your breathing evened and your eyes couldn’t keep themselves open. Zach noticed and carefully shut off the lights and tv with the remote. He pulled the blanket at the end of the bed over you.

“Want me to take you home?” He whispered into your ear.

You hummed a disagreement back, curling further into him. “Is that okay?” You sleepily said.

Zach responded by kissing your forehead and mumbling a goodnight.

#why don’t we imagines #why don’t we x y/n #why don’t we fluff #why don’t we x reader #why don’t we imagine #why don’t we #wdw zach #zach herron #zach herron x reader #zach herron imagines #Zach Herron imagine #Zach Herron fluff #Zach Herron x y/n #Zach Herron x you

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I know flame and ship wars have always been a thing but i do genuinely miss when it was largely considered Rude and Unnecessary to put hate in a ship's tags. Nowadays everybody has to have some sort of moral fucking issue to justify not liking a pairing, and then it's like, hey, if you disagree with me, you're an asshole! or a creep! or Dangerous even! let me tell you a little secret, kids. the memories of one of my old, long-since-canceled fandoms from back when i didn't know better and just had fun. which is what fandom is meant to be, by the way: harmless fun. i used to be really into Hetalia. and the shipping arguments we had? majority of the time, they didn't bring up the incest. they didn't care about the abuse, they didn't care about sexuality, half of us didn't bother giving a shit about age because the characters were all immortal anyways. the ship wars were about Dynamics. it wasn't "your ship is bad and you're a bad person for liking it", it was "MY ship is BETTER and you should ship it Instead." we knew this shit didn't matter. we were passionate, sure, we got just as riled up as y'all, but we weren't making moral judgements about it. that kind of argument- the kind i see everyone making CONSTANTLY now- was largely considered a low blow. unimportant. making this more than it was. shipping is not activism. you are not a better person for only sticking with the purest and most canon ships. and you are not less bigoted for defending your ships against the Tainted ones. and frankly, some of you have a very strange way of determining canon. If something isn't stated, your assumptions are headcanon. age. gender. sexuality. the intentions between interactions. all of it is to be carefully considered, and just because there's an implication that would give You or some marginalized group a little more representation does not automatically mean that IS how it is. and no, the author saying it on twitter doesn't ACTUALLY count. it's a nice bit of validation, but it's not canon, and it's certainly not good representation. it needs to be stated in the text. and sometimes, you really gotta consider lategame. this piece of media you're talking about; is it Long? is it Old? were there Pauses between updates? how possible is it for someone to have built up a strong headcanon that means a lot to them before finding out that the canon information negates that? is it really fair for you to hold people to a stern standard for something that they won't see for a long time? hell, is it a spoiler to do so? and i get it. stepping down from that can mean uncomfortable things. it can mean accepting that a headcanon that's really, REALLY important to you isn't proper canon, and that other people don't HAVE to agree with you. that hurts. it can mean letting people support some things you consider disgusting, unknowingly, and make supportive Content while they don't know, only to be hit like a brick when they finally find out. that's deeply uncomfortable. it can mean hearing people talk about a character in a way that feels viscerally wrong to you. i get it. it sucks. but when you impose your will onto other fandomers to avoid these feelings, you make the whole place a worse enviornment for everbody. and frankly, a lot of you hurt yourselves in the process. you focus so hard on the stuff that upsets you, you forget to enjoy the things you do like. i'm seeing homestuck get some life again. and it's reminding me of all this same discourse and how it's almost guaranteed to be Worse this time around. so let me say, from the bottom of my heart, Ship, and Let Ship. Don't Like, Don't Read. Use the block button Often. Learn the difference between Squick and Trigger. Learn the difference between Canon and Headcanon. And remember to focus on having fun. not getting upset that other people are having fun the wrong way.

#long post #fandom discourse #fandom wank

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Coup De Main Magazine Interview: Dylan O'Brien on 'Love and Monsters'.

Dylan O'Brien really, really, really loves dogs. Fondly referring to his adorable co-star as "completely the star" of his new Oscar-nominated film, 'Love and Monsters, O'Brien's face lights up like a Christmas tree when reminiscing about the two Australian Kelpies, Hero and Dodge, who together portray his onscreen best friend, Boy (a.k.a. the best dog in the world).

At the heart of 'Love and Monsters' is this dynamic duo, with O'Brien as Joel Dawson, who in a post-apocalyptic world overrun by giant monsters decides to set off on a dangerous journey to reconnect with his high school sweetheart (played by Jessica Henwick), seven years after the Monsterpocalypse forced all of humanity into hiding underground.

An endearing tale of a wide-eyed boy and his loyal dog, we caught up with Dylan O'Brien to discuss 'Love and Monsters' which was filmed in Queensland, Australia...

COUP DE MAIN: Congrats on the Best Visual Effects Oscars nomination for 'Love and Monsters'! You're in the film, so for the purposes of this interview, I think you can own that.

DYLAN O'BRIEN: Thank you! Oh absolutely, I am nominated. I've been telling everybody: I'm an Oscar nominated actor now.

CDM: You did it!

DYLAN: Thanks! <laughs> It really is amazing.

CDM: It's funny that you filmed this movie back in March to May of 2019, but the whole situation of Joel finding himself separated from Aimee probably feels very familiar to anyone who started a relationship pre-pandemic that doesn't live with their partner.

DYLAN: Yeah, it's really weird. It's really weird how what we ended up going through when this movie was due to come out, how much it related to these themes that we're exploring in this movie. It's a very crazy coincidence.

CDM: Also, the sort of aversion to venturing out again into the outside world, that feels very relatable.

DYLAN: I know. Like when he first comes out of that hatch, he's breathing in the fresh air like it's strange. It's really strange.

CDM: I also thought of the current mask-wearing situation when Clyde says: "You can always tell in their eyes, just look at their eyes." People have had to do a lot of eye-reading this past year?

DYLAN: Right?! Oh, wow wow wow. I hadn't thought about that one.

CDM: One of my favourite things you've ever done is the 'Life Of A Hollywood Actor' video. What do you think the 2021 version of 'Life Of A Hollywood Actor' would look like?

DYLAN: <laughs> Thank you so much, first of all.

CDM: I rewatched it yesterday in preparation for this interview.

DYLAN: No way, thanks! That's really cool. Yeah, I love that character. I want to do something with him. What would the 2021 version be? I think he would definitely be taking the Oscar nom for himself, very seriously - like, the visual effects Oscar nom he would apply as being his, basically, and I think he'd try to bring that up and try to really ride that to get some work. He thinks this is gonna be a big career thing for him, and then he somehow fucks it up by being too overzealous.

CDM: Joel clings on to his memories of Aimee for seven years, replaying them in his mind so he can continue to relive them. Why is it that it's in human nature to mentally retreat into the past for comfort? And to look for a home in other people instead of building a solid home within ourselves?

DYLAN: That's really interesting... I feel like that's something instinctive, especially if you're going through a hard time or especially if something's shifted in your world negatively. I think there's uncertainty about the future and I always find in those situations a common link to wanting to find comfort in the past. I've gone through things, like times like that in my own life, and I've always found that when I've gone through a time like that, there's this level of uncertainty. I think it's human instinct and sort of this instinct to protect ourselves in a way. We're a wild species, aren't we? We're very emotional creatures. I think that's part of what makes humans so special. And instincts like that, to preserve and protect our heart and mind, and to hold on to things like that. And the way we're attached to memories like that and nostalgia. There's a reason these things are a part of our fabric. We're very emotional creatures.

CDM: Do you think that love or fear is a stronger emotion?

DYLAN: Whoah, that's pretty wild. I would say love - only because I feel like it has this sustainable power to endure over time. Whereas fears can be fleeting, and even if it comes quick, it's gone. But then also... yeah, I don't know. <laughs> We're getting deep. Real deep!

CDM: Is love an action or a feeling?

DYLAN: WHOAH. <cracks up>

CDM: I'm putting you on the spot, sorry.

DYLAN: No, no, I'm good! I love it! They're very interesting questions. I'm cracking up at you choosing me to answer these. Fuck. I mean, I think it's a feeling. I believe that, at least. I'm trying to think of ways it could be an action, obviously, but that's not love. I feel like if it's an action, it's something else. There are actions that come from love, but the love, it's a feeling. That's what I believe.

CDM: I always think about how in the TV show, 'Fleabag', The Priest says, "Being a romantic takes a hell of a lot of hope. I think what they mean is, when you find somebody that you love, it feels like hope," which I feel like Joel would also relate to.

DYLAN: Yeah! I love 'Fleabag'.

CDM: It's so good.

DYLAN: It's SO good.

CDM: Clyde says to Joel: "Good instincts are earned by making mistakes." Do you agree or disagree with Clyde's life lesson?

DYLAN: Yeah, I think there's a lot of truth to that, for sure. I think that mistakes absolutely help us grow, in many ways, in terms of instincts and stuff. Yeah, I think that's a wise and sensible perspective to have, especially in an apocalyptic wasteland.

CDM: Do you have any cooking specialities like Joel's talent for minestrone?

DYLAN: Yeah, I've got some go-to's. They're all my mom's, like the things that are nostalgic for me that I grew up with that my mom cooks, like her chicken soup. It's the first thing I do if I go on a job or somewhere where I'm going to be for a little while, just to feel like I'm at home, the first thing I'll do is I'll make a soup and then I'll have it in the fridge for the first week that I'm there. I'll make my mom's chicken soup and it's a really nice comforting sort of a feeling. And chicken cutlets. Two very chicken-y things!

CDM: There's a line I love from the TV show, 'The Good Place', in which one of the characters says: "Sometimes, when you're feeling helpless, the secret is to help someone else. Get out of your own head." I was reminded of it in the scene where Joel is forced to take action against a monster to help save not himself, but his dog. Excluding the life or death element, have you ever felt similarly that it's been easier to help someone else first in order to help yourself?

DYLAN: Yeah, sometimes to a fault. I think that that's something that's been a bit of a learning curve for me, interestingly enough, pretty recently as well in the last year or two, to sort of realise that I need to try to help myself sometimes a little more. I think I have an instinct to help the people that I love and want to be there for them, or even a stranger sometimes, over myself, which can definitely be an interesting quality, but yeah, I think that's helping yourself. Taking care of yourself is extremely important and I think that we all sort of go through our own path of learning the importance of that, and ultimately, too, if you want to be helping others and helping your loved ones, you actually need to be taking care of yourself, first and foremost. Everyone comes to their own kind of realisation over it. It takes time. It takes your 20s, sometimes more.

CDM: Do you miss your dog co-stars Hero and Dodge?

DYLAN: Yes! Yes!! I do. Yeah, I really, really do. And Zelie [Bullen] as well. Their mom and trainer.

CDM: Do you have a dog yourself?

DYLAN: I've got little dogs, yeah. I've got little babies. You?

CDM: I don't sadly, but it's my life goal to adopt a dog one day.

DYLAN: You should. Do you want one? You should get one!

CDM: I'm gonna just tell everyone: Dylan O'Brien told me to get a dog, so I'm getting a dog now.

DYLAN: <laughs> I'm just part of this major life decision for you, forever now.

CDM: Social media can be such a vanity project, but I love that you only have Twitter, and use it mostly just for helping give a platform to important human right issues and sharing your love for Taylor Swift and Harry Styles. What are your favourite Taylor Swift and Harry Styles songs?

DYLAN: Oh my goodness. Like ever? For Harry, from Harry's last album, 'Watermelon Sugar', obviously. I think my my favourite one of his though is... What's it called? I can hear it in my head. They sing it on 'American Idol' all the time.Falling'! That's a huge one for me. T Swift, I mean, it's amazing - give any of the rest of us like six months in quarantine and we look back on it and we're like, 'Shit, I should have done more,' but give Taylor six months in quarantine and she writes fifty hit songs. It's incredible. Off 'Folklore', I think 'Mirrorball' doesn't get enough credit. I'm a big 'Mirrorball' fan. I love 'My Tears Ricochet', and 'Mad Woman', 'Epiphany', 'The 1'.

CDM: Basically the whole album.

DYLAN: Yeah, I really liked that one. There's so many more, but those are my highlights.

CDM: You used to be in a band, Slow Kids At Play, right? Would you ever want to get back into music professionally again?

DYLAN: I still play all the time, and I still play with friends who play as well. Even those guys. They're all still my good friends. We actually had a reunion show in 2019 and it was really cool. We jammed in our friend's garage for our hometown friends. Music will always be a part of my life. I always try to not let it be one of those things that you lose in life. I think that's important to do. If it's not your primary thing, it's sometimes easy to. Often years pile up and then you're like, 'Oh, man, I haven't done this thing that I love in so long, like, I should build that into my routine.' So yeah, I'll always play drums and always jam with friends and play. And yeah, it'd be cool to be in a band again. Maybe someday. Or even just to play a show again, like even just to sit in for someone would be awesome.

CDM: Then maybe you can come to New Zealand on tour.

DYLAN: On tour?! I don't think I'd get to that level, but I like that you have aspirations for me.

CDM: Why is it important to you to use your platform for good?

DYLAN: I think that's influenced by the time that we're in. Also coinciding with a time that I went through in my life and just sort of getting older. And for me, it just feels right in terms of the things that I want to use it for, or try to support, or bring to life, or amplify, or bring a light to, and I guess it's influenced by my own learning and growing and trying to be more involved in this stuff and educate myself on it. It sort of just mirrors that a little bit, and I do think it's important.

CDM: Thank you for your time today. And thanks for telling me to get a dog.

DYLAN: Go do it! Send me a pic when you get them. It was such a pleasure talking to you, thanks so much.

#dylan o'brien #love and monsters #love and monsters press #love and monsters netflix press #taylor swift #harry styles

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hmm cj as president for the au headcanons!

this was a super interesting idea! I’ve literally never thought of this but it’s very compelling

- CJ does the Jackal exactly One Time. It’s like three days before inauguration for the next guy and it’s the end of an era so everyone’s feeling weird about leaving. Everyone is. Very impressed

- I have no clue who CJ is married to but whoever it is is just “THATS MY WIFE”

- actually wait no I have an idea

- Toby is CJs first campaign manager after he got her out of recruiting for EMILYs List (“you’re ten times better than any of the candidates you’re recruiting” / “I think you’re only saying this because you hate hearing the name of my organization”). It’s also the last campaign toby ever runs for her because they start dating and CJ has a lot to say about conflict of interest

- Toby has never ever liked any of CJs other campaign managers.

- Josh is CJs campaign manager after she runs the second time for the Senate and it’s true, he and Toby don’t get along at all, but they end up in a position of grudging tolerance because even Toby can see that Josh doesn’t just love Senator CJ Cregg from Ohio. he loves CJ Cregg the first woman to dunk a ball in Dayton Valley, and the same woman whose faith and love are infectious and laugh can be heard from across the room

- Toby doesn’t write CJs speeches for her (well he does, and then CJ thinks some more about conflict of interest and tabloids and that’s that) so they spend a solid couple of months in between comms directors. Of course there are people, CJs the rising star of the Democratic Party and pretty much slated to be the Democratic nominee for President somewhere down the road, but Toby had found something scathing to say about every one of them.

- Josh ends up bringing Sam Seaborn, some pretty boy (that CJs pretty sure Josh has something for) graduate from Princeton and Duke (of which he informs her proudly before critiquing her Berkeley Bears which pisses her off and endears CJ to him in equal parts) to be comms director. Toby is prepared to hate him but then Sam starts a discussion about the poetic nuances of Herbert Hoover’s inaugural speech and writes a damn good speech in the first week of his job so Toby grudgingly decides this kid is alright. Maybe.

- Donna moss is Josh’s assistant and then his deputy because CJ noticed within like a year or two that Donna has plenty of knowledge from on the job and that Josh desperately needs a deputy he can trust. Donna is, of course, highly competent. And that CJ refuses to be surrounded by this many men. There are intelligent, not shitty women in politics. CJ is gonna find them

- three senate terms in CJ runs for president. She spends one day answering questions about “a woman president” before she just starts banning shitty reporters. Josh takes gleeful pleasure from taking away people’s press badges

- Toby is…not great on the campaign trail. He’s grumpy and often scowling, but occasionally he’d say something incredibly moving that endears him enough to the public. It also helps that Joey Lucas, Donnas off-again, on-again girlfriend, is good enough with spin to make him look a lot nicer than he is. Of course, anyone near him is perfectly happy to talk about Tobys steadfast loyalty and stubborn streak and how much he loves CJ but well. They don’t.

- also I forgot to mention this but Toby proposes during CJs second term. Toby makes the mistake of mentioning it to CJs staff and with the exception of Donna, they are no help. Sam and Josh spend the entire lead up to the proposal wiggling eyebrows at Toby behind CJs back

- (CJ, of course, knows. toby is good at a lot of things but subtlety is not one of them)

- when they’re in the White House, it’s Josh as cos, Donna as dcos, Sam as comms director, Joey Lucas as press secretary

- Will becomes Sam’s deputy because the inaugural happens and then the first state of the union and Sam spends a week looking like he got hit by a truck

- CJ is FIERCELY protective of the staff

- she’d walk through fire for them and they’d walk through fire for her

- amy is Tobys cos

- (this is purely because the idea of Amy and Toby together is an…intriguing idea)

- Andy Wyatt is vice president! This is just bc I love her

- Charlie’s interview happens about the same way. He’s one of CJs closest friends within a week of his hiring

- it’s him she talks to when she disagrees with the staff and Tobys away or busy

- CJ is very stubborn about her beliefs. I’m not sure a “Let Bartlet be Bartlet” ep ever happens but I think it’s maybe the opposite? She’s gonna go after everything she wants done but setbacks and personal tragedies (Morris dying, that sailor on the ships during the Hurricane dying, etc) hit HARD

- Josh is aware of this and is guilty of trying to protect her too much sometimes

- rosslyn still happens, but it’s Josh and CJ

- CJ spends a lot of time in guilt because fuck he was HER cos so he’s HER responsibility

- as soon as Josh is aware he told her that was a crock load of shit and if they bawled like babies, nobody needs to know

- also after rosslyn CJ and Josh make a lot of getting shot puns that make EVERYBODY uncomfortable but it makes them laugh so

- CJ makes some of these jokes sometimes solely because of the face Toby would make

- also Josh is still. Him

- CJ is constantly having to be like “Josh you cannot kill Congress. Please for the love of god, be NICE” and Josh pouts like a toddler

- CJ doesn’t have MS because…no

- anyway, CJ is great and smart and competent and her faith in the country and her beliefs are palpable to even the opposing party

- she’s a damn good president

Okay this ended up being…long. Also I’ve never thought about this so thank you @quolant for helping me brainstorm and get the ball rolling on some of this!!

#ask #idk?? if this at all good??#I dunno I’m sorry #the west wing

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