#and i remember seeing another post come across the dash ( i think it was just a recommended post ) basically saying YOU SHOULDN'T DO THAT

[osoreruna]

okay, i have to ask — for science:

#𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 + [ OOC ] #not reblogging #because that's ew #but ??? #i read just about everything that comes across my dash #and i come from a generation of tumble rp #( almost...10 years ago...💀 don't laugh. ) #where if you enjoyed reading the shit YOU HIT THE LIKE BUTTON. #but i remember reading someone's rules fairly recently where #they specifically ask not to interact with their in character shit AT ALL if you're not a part of said thread / ask #and i mean #run your blog how you wanna run your blog — more power to you. #and i remember seeing another post come across the dash ( i think it was just a recommended post ) basically saying YOU SHOULDN'T DO THAT #and ever since then i always get nervous because i am a serial liker — #AND I WANT Y'ALL TO KNOW I READ YOUR SHIT AND I REALLY ENJOYED DOING SO #but i get it...notifications and all. #but yeah #i just need to know if like...mass majority's thoughts on this has changed over the years. idk i'm old. i don't keep up with this shit. #and i'm just curious — #also feel free to go off in the comments — i'm here for it. #anyway I'M AWAKE #AND i'm off work — and don't have any obligations today. #so perhaps i finally make my return !! #stay tuned to find out !!

[wishesofeternity]

okay I've seen posts like these going around for Yang and Blake but not for Weiss and it's bugging me a bit so I figured I'd make my own

Guys. Weiss is frustrated and impatient and she has every right to be. it's completely understandable. Remember when homegirl was the last member of her team standing and watched all three of her friends plummet to their presumed deaths? Remember when she's the only one of them who saw what happened to Penny? Remember when she lost not just her home, but a whole damn kingdom that LITERALLY WENT UP IN FLAMES? Atlas is literally another Beacon for her, the loss is incredibly personal and visceral. She's grieving. She lost her home that she desperately wanted to save. She's dealing with her own immense kingdom spanning guilt. "I am so tired of leaving places in ashes."

Not to mention the fact that Weiss was forcibly separated from her mother and brother who she only recently reconnected with (and who she clearly feels responsible for) and was forcibly wrenched away from her sister. Her losses are heart-wrenching, and it's important that the weight of it is acknowledged and brought up when discussing her. She's dealing with her own trauma as well, and she's clearly impatient with this new world and desperate to go back to Remnant.

She gets frustrated with Ruby one time about the grow-hurt (obviously, neither she nor any of the others knew why Ruby wasn't able to get it) and that's fine lol. It's normal. It happens to everyone, it's literally not a big deal whatsoever. It's bizarre that people are taking it to mean that she was inconsiderate of Ruby's feelings or too self-centered to even notice them, because the comment itself is literally nothing - what we're meant to see is Ruby's reaction, and how bad Ruby's own headspace is that such a small, irrelevant thing cements her own heartbreaking sense of inferiority and uselessness. It's just like Yang saying "you don't mean that" is taken as an invalidation of her trauma and Blake's attempts at reassurance are taken as dismissals of her trauma. Ruby's hurting so immensely that she doesn't understand how others can't see it - but how can they? It's impossible and unreasonable to expect them to magically understand and fix everything that she's going through, especially considering that so much of her trauma has been repressed even from herself since she was a child.

Her team loves her. They'll reach out to her, she'll reach out to them. There's no need to entirely blame one side, because there are no sides. It's a messy, heartbreaking, exhausting situation where nobody is wrong and everyone is sympathetic. It's good storytelling.

EDIT: sorry, I wasn't trying to compare their experiences and weigh them against each other, even tho I think that's how it might have come across. I just haven't seen lots of discussions on Weiss's state of mind (maybe it's just me and my dash lol) so I just wanted to emphasize that, though some stuff was wrongly worded. Sorry once again! I changed things slightly so if possible, reblog this version instead.

#she didn't do anything wrong lol #rwby #weiss schnee #rwby9 rwby spoilers #queue #rwby spoilers

[pandoa]

Let me just scoot myself in here real quick AHEM! I would like to participate in this 100 followers event!

I would like epel with....

Daisies ~ “it’s our little secret, alright?”

AND

Freesias ~ “you’re an idiot” “no, i’m not” “i hate you” “love you too”

Thank you^^ you don't need to do this if you don't want to and congrats on 100 follower you deserve atleast 500 but I digress.

Daisies ~ “it’s our little secret, alright?”

Freesias ~ “you’re an idiot” “no, i’m not” “i hate you” “love you too”

~epel felmier x gender neutral reader~

warnings: just random people thinking epel is a girl while on a date with reader.. bless his heart. pls remember that although here, in this fic, it's to be taken as light-hearted comedy in a fictional scenario, misgendering others can have serious effects on people irl. always remember to never assume the important things about a person just because of their appearance. thank u <3

YAKOOO TYSM I KNOW YOU DON'T REMEMBER WHAT YOU REQUESTED BUT HERE YOU GO LMAO- we're actually almost at 500 atm hehe anyways HOPE YOU ENJOY MY DEAR YAKO

♡manly misunderstanding♡

Epel wasn’t too sure what it would feel like to overblot. But he was sure that he would be moments close to forming the oozing, black liquid from his pen if you and him did not walk out of the mall you both had been shopping in as soon as possible. Because what had disrupted your very first date together as a couple was just outrageous.

Out. Rageous.

“Hello, Miss!” an overly cheery voice called out to you both, specifically referring to your startled boyfriend who jumped up in surprise. “Would you like to try out our new moisturizer?” the saleswoman chirped, “It's one hundred percent made of natural ingredients like coconut oil and shea butter! Perfect for a self-care day!”

Epel hesitantly raised his pale hand in refusal, instinctively shielding you from the gazes of the insistent advertisers as if you were a jewel in need of protection—even despite the fact that he was clearly the one in need of more protection rather than yourself.

 “Ah—No, thank you,” Epel politely declined, “I think I’m alright—”

The bright saleswoman, however, continued to tread closer and closer to the first year’s defensive form as she eagerly passed down a fancy-looking bottle of lotion into his hand, “Are you sure? We are having a limited-time sale for this season only! Here, come into our store and see for yourself—”

“Young Lady!” Readily backing away from the previous shop, the two of you hastily moved forward to flee the creeping stares of the mall only to immediately be caught by another spokesperson. “Please have a sample of our latest concealer!” The seller, this time a very young and refreshing boy, called out to Epel, “Clogs no pores and nurtures your fair skin!”

“Ah—Sorry, I’m not very into that sort of thing—”

“Hi! Wanna try out this trending red lipstick? I bet it would SO match that cute top you have on right now, Miss. Post and share it with your girlfriends, too! Or even your boyfriends!”

“Please, just leave us alone—” 

“MADAM, DON’T MISS YOUR CHANCE TO WIN FREE TICKETS TO SEE POPULAR ACTOR NEIGE LEBLANCHE IF YOU ORDER A CASKET OF OUR RED APPLE SODA RIGHT NOW! THAT’S RIGHT! FREE TICKETS TO SEE OUR MEDIA PRINCE, NEIGE LEBLANCHE IF YOU PURCHASE RIGHT NOW! GET YOUR DRINKS TODAY!”

“OH FOR SEVENS’ SAKE!”

Hollering in frustration, Epel’s sanity had ticked its final thread of patience as he bolted towards the blaring red lights of the mall’s heavenly exit. You quickly followed behind him, concerned but slightly amused by your boyfriend’s struggle to escape the grasps of the endless sea of salespersons as they all flocked the young boy like a stray piece of food being surrounded by a wave of birds on the shoreline. Dashing past the tempting aroma of the plentiful food stalls, speeding away from any stranger who had so much as looked your way, and skipping across the wooden tiles of the mall’s boardwalk, you and Epel had finally stopped to rest as the advertisers were now nowhere in sight.

Well, you had thought so, at least. 

“...You know,” your voice said tiredly, finally catching your breath from the strenuous chase, “if the other first years saw this, they’d never let you live this down, right?”

“Shut up,” Epel glared back at you with no real ill intent. “It’s our little secret, alright? And no tellin’ Ace or Deuce ‘bout this! Nev’r!”

“Really~? What if I accidentally let it slip out one day during alchemy lessons that we were both chased down by a bunch of your fangirls and fanboys because of your beautiful looks? What would you do then?” a smug smile then slowly grew on your face, clearly trying to cause some sort of mischief between the two of you with your jokes.

The boy proceeded to maintain an exhausted stare at your comment, “You’re an idiot, (Y/n).” 

“No, I’m not.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you, too.”

Epel, upon hearing your words, stood still in shock for a fragment of a second as he took in what you had just said in its entirety. “That’s… that’s not fair,” he muttered in what seemed like a flash of defeat, “But you were kiddin’, right? You wouldn’t actually—”

“Hey, you there!” another unknown voice coming from the store adjacent to the both of you pierced your ears like a dozen nails on a chalkboard, “Would you like a special sample of this new cologne and perfume by a well-known rising actor and model? May I present to you, madam, Fairest and True, Schoenheit: The Fragrance—!”

“NO, PLEASE,” Epel curtly yelled as he leaped yards away from the salesman innocently holding out an elegant, violet bottle of perfume towards his stature, “ANYTHING BUT THAT—”

a/n:  currently imagining vil in a fragrance commercial like adrien agreste from miraculous ladybug. i am dying.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #epel felmier #twst epel #epel twst #epel twisted wonderland #epel felmier x reader #epel x reader #epel x you #pomefiore #blossom grove prompt event

[rockyroadkylers]

WIP Wednesday!

I was tagged by @ssmtskw and @littlemisskittentoes this time! (both your fics look SO GOOD)

I'm really excited this week because. Okay, listen. I started a new WIP. I had, like, five already, but we were talking in the server last week about how there are almost no "Alex fell first" fics, which is kind of understandable because it's hard to come up with a scenario where it would be him instead of Henry, BUT! I was thinking about it a couple days ago, and I swear, it was an actual lightbulb moment.

Everyone who's read the book knows Alex had a massive crush on Henry way before he realized it for himself, and I'm convinced that crush goes all the way back to the days of J14 magazine. I mean, come on, sneaking into June's room to touch a picture of Henry's hair? Multiple times? 😂 Alex, bless your heart, babe.

Anyway, that led my train of thought to Alex getting snubbed at Rio, and the whole concept of unrequited crushes, and then came the lightbulb moment: Hanahaki AU. I've seen a few where Henry has it, but only, like, one where Alex does. And now there will be another! This is not the kind of vibe I usually go for with my writing, but it's been fun to branch out!

It's, um, slightly evil (big whumpy angst vibes), as I have already been told several times by multiple people in the server who have seen snippets, but I'm having so much fun writing it. So, here's a snippet from my newest WIP, which will either be titled "i picked the petals, he loves me not" OR "come and meet me in my garden"

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Alex has been snubbed by political peers plenty of times before, and he would be probably snubbed by plenty more, but for some reason this rejection had hurt a hell of a lot more than any other. His heart had dropped into his stomach when Henry turned away from him, with that look on his face like if he didn’t get away from Alex fast enough, he might give him fleas.

The thing is (and it’s kind of embarrassing to admit, even to himself), Alex used to look up to Henry. Until pretty recently, as a matter of fact.

Recently, as in, about two hours ago.

He’d always been aware of Prince Henry as a general concept. The royal family is always in the news for some reason or another, so Alex grew up seeing candid shots of Henry with his parents and siblings in magazine spreads, in waiting rooms and grocery store check-outs. But he can still remember the first time he saw a picture of Henry in one of June’s magazines where he hadn’t been with the rest of his family, just featured on his own in one of those locker-sized tear-out posters, with his name printed across the page in big block lettering and a little blurb about his hobbies in the corner. Henry had looked so bright, and happy, and full of life, and easy-going. Alex had been maybe a little bit obsessed with that picture for… a solid two years. Though his obsession with the boy in the picture ended up lasting much longer.

For all the fucking good it did him, in the end.

How does the saying go? Never meet your heroes. Alex gets it, now.

If Henry really is the reason he’s spending his evening coughing up flowers instead of getting wasted at the diving finals with his sister and best friend, Alex doesn’t know if he should be madder at Henry for being a dick, or at himself for being naive enough to believe they could be friends.

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I think I've already seen some of these people's posts on my dash today, but I'm gonna go ahead and tag @read-and-write-, @suseagull04, @affectionatelyrs, @inexplicablymine, and @anincompletelist!

#my wips #wip wednesday #rwrb #tag game

[sophies-junkyard]

Seeing the new PJO content has me thinking way too hard about growing up. Its crazy because it’s like…. I think that chapter of my life is over? Which is a BIZARRE feeling. It’s all pretty stupid to write out but I’m drinking coffee and staring out the window and don’t have class for another 6 hours so lemme scribble some thoughts.

I read the Percy Jackson books when I was the same age as the characters, and so whenever I look back on those stories I sort of… remember them as peers? I remember how much I related to them and looked up to them. It was the first story that ever told me my ADHD could be a gift, and that it made me just like my heroes. It was so, SO important to me. I JOINED TUMBLR for the PJO fandom! I made camp t-shirts and painted necklace beads! I learned to draw because the fanart inspired me. Those books were such an escape for a lonely kid. The characters grew up right alongside me, and eventually got older than me. So when I picture our trio I still picture people… more competent than me? People I would aspire to be. But seeing that trailer and remembering like… holy fuck they were kids. I was a kid. This is a faithful adaptation because they were TWELVE… where did the time go?

It’s just strange because if you scroll back through my tumblr you’ll find a kid who camped out for the release of HOH. Who saved her allowance for a year to get an autographed copy of the Blood of Olympus. Whose eyes would glaze over in euphoria at the idea of my favorite thing in the world coming to screen. At the idea of a new BOOK!! And from Percy’s perspective?? That girl would’ve exploded. This was HER blog! Push a few buttons and you’ll find her!

So how odd is it that… it’s simply not for me anymore. When I saw that the book was set in Percy’s senior year of high school, I had a tiny flash of disappointment. Obviously I can’t relate to an 18 year old, and I felt myself frowning. “Why isn’t Percy for ME anymore?” I wondered. And I immediately felt silly. The answer is because… I don’t need that world anymore.

They’re not making this show for me. They’re bringing it back for the next generation of kids who need those role models and those stories. When I watched the trailer I thought “oh that’s cool” instead of “oh my god I can’t wait!!” Because it just doesn’t make my brain light up like it used to. I’m never going to relate to it like I once did. Ever. And that’s okay because I’m not that kid anymore! Insane.

It’s not like the series doesn’t mean anything to me anymore. There’s a copy of The Lightning Thief on the bookshelf directly across from me. Its smooshed between The Secret History and a level 4000 Spanish textbook. It’s yellowed with age and shredded around the corners. The first sentence has been underlined repeatedly in smudgy mechanical pencil. There are about a thousand folded pages and the back cover is missing. I don’t remember the last time I opened it, but it’s moved with me for years now and I have no intention of letting it go.

Those stories and that fandom shaped me into the person I am today. I wanted to be brave like Percy and smart like Annabeth. I believed it was possible because I saw myself in them, and it turned out to be true. So while it’s sad to know those days are behind me, I’m so SO glad that other kids will get to have that experience. I hope these stories live on for decades to come.

I don’t really know what the point of writing this was. I think I just wanted to have these thoughts written out somewhere. A sort of acceptance that time goes on and things change, ya know? And to clarify: this is NOT meant to discourage ANYBODY from watching the new series or reading the new book. People should absolutely go back to the things that bring them joy, should discover new worlds to escape to, etc. live your life baby! Hell, I’ll probably end up liking everything PJO related that floats across my dash. Nostalgia is a powerful thing. If you read this entire post I hope you have a great day lmao.

#percy jackson #PJO #the lightning thief #rick riordan #annabeth chase #this is my life #heroes of olympus #riordanverse #the chalice of the gods #this one’s for the homies who are feeling a bit old #feel free to ​let me know if y’all feel the same or if you’ve got a different perspective on all this! #adhd

[mahikamihan]

Tag at least six people (can be more than six if you want), and say at least one nice thing about or to each of them. Can be mutuals, can be people you follow, can be people you don’t know but just happen to exist in the same circle(s) with. All you gotta do is tag them and say something nice about/to them :)

Because why not! Plently of nice things to say and go around :D As tagged by Taizi @rebelwithoutabroom and Scoops @scoops404, ouuugh such beloved writers 💖💖💖

@foolishfreckles moss slkdlsdks i'd like to think that you and your posts are the ones that got me into watching foolish gamer stuff more! (or at the very least, kept my early interest in his streams going) although i don't watch his stuff as much, I really enjoy seeing the art and foosh related content i get on my tumblr dash that im pretty sure is 88% from you

@vadergf rey, you were one of the first moots who interacted with me and really helped bring me out of my shell, I remember one of the first asks I ever received on this blog (EVER!) was you feeling mock-offended (/joking /affectionate) bc I called you a 'prev' on a reblog and knowing that it's okay to use nicknames and being friendly with other dtblr accounts is okay... idk that just really helped me feel comfortable in this community as a newbie 🌸 love love love seeing your art!

@traidyy lucky, omg the first half of 2023 were so memorable bc of the stuff we did with geoguessr and just seeing your shimeji on my desktop and you have such a bright soul, I hope you keep on glowing! 🌟 (like your fun lil blinkies!)

@jacentric jace, i don't think we interact 1-on-1 a lot, but I do see you reblogging from me and liking stuff that I post so just want you to know I appreciate that! Whether you just like to lurk or just shy, just wanna let you know i see you! 🫂😊

@wolfboypunzo asher thank you for making the dtk+blr discord! I'm such a lurker there, I don't post a lot but it's really nice to know there's a safe space whenever I just wanna see what people are doing or just pop in to ask for ideas from people there or just generally get out of my own head sometimes 🥺💗

@findinghomes I adore your writing so much, you have been very enocouraging in your tags and I just remember feeling overwhelmingly very poetic and very pretty things whenever I think of you and your blog and your fics and the stuff you reblog on my dash 📜 also i lovelovelove your account name 🌻

@voidpidgeon voib 🐥aaaah hanging out and drawing with you during the dtqk+ bigbang stuff was so nice! I'm always so impressed with how good your art is and how fast you draw 💗💗💗💗💗💗 i hope to come across you again in another dtblr related event or something similar!

okay, i think this is all the love i can muster today or else i won't have energy to work on my grad stuff the rest of teh night. Thank you @bottleofchaos for making this activity and giving me a reason to gush about how much i love yall eheheh <3

#munimuni #HELLO I NEED A HUG IM FEELING BIG THINGS TONIGHT WAAAA #prayge ppl are asleep and wake up to this message when im asleep instead of me feeling embarrassed all night when they notice this post sdk

[twinflamin]

Cupid at work

Mason Mount x reader Fluff

Summary: Post London Derby against Spurs at the Bridge, Mason greets his friends and family at his box and finds an unlikely connection with you.

After the fight between the managers, coming down into the tunnel was hectic. Players shouting and threatening another fight. But Mason’s was in his own thoughts.

His brain was clouded, they nearly had the 3 points. Going round and round, what if he had done more, what if he could’ve defended more before spurs second goal? What if his chances were on target? What if he scored?

This season could be going better, and he was still a little gutted over missing out on another ballon o’dor nomination. His family and friends persistently telling him, he deserves to be on that list. It was all getting him down, as that could’ve only been controlled by his own success.

After a scolding in the changing room from the gaffer, and a cold shower to clean himself from the heat, he changed and made his way up to to the boxes to see his friends and family, he would rather be anywhere else than caught up in all the drama right now. They lost out on a win, end of story.

Mason headed upstairs, along to his box and made his way in.

Nathan and Carlotta were there to greet him, along with his family and few other mates the two had invited to the bridge.

“That was one hell of a game mate, you played really well” said Nathan, a smile on his honest face, proud of his friends work.

“I agree, you were brilliant. try and forget about all that drama down there” Carlotta comforted Mason.

“Yeah, Tuchel isn’t too happy, but, we knew it was gonna be a tough one. Just keep thinking how close we were to a win” Mason’s head was down, avoiding eye contact at his disappointment in his performance.

“It’s only the second week back mate, and anyways, you’ve got Leeds away next week” Nathan laughed. Mason had developed a bit of a pattern playing against Leeds, luck seemed to be on his side in grabbing a goal for the team.

The three joined the others in the box, enjoying the VIP benefits and getting the stress off of Mason’s mind before they would leave.

Mason was sat at one of the tables near the mini bar. Possibly against what his coaches think he deserved after the result, but he helped himself to a few drinks. He looked down sorrowful, at his third or forth bottle of beer, he couldn’t quite remember. But he couldn’t wait to just get home and go to bed after today’s events.

Carlotta approached his lone table, along side another woman as Carlotta was dragging her slightly towards him.

“Hey Mase, remember when I mentioned about my friend Y/N? I thought you would like to finally meet her so I brought her along”

He looked up to greet you, being polite, despite the dark cloud over his head. He didn’t want to be rude no matter what mood he was in. He was greeted with your eyes. It was like something switched, and the room became brighter.

Carlotta had brought you up in a few conversations to Mason, how you had always wanted to come to the bridge, and how you were always busy travelling and wanted to see more of London. He had never even seen a photo of you but, you did sound intriguing, mysterious.

His mouth hung open as he gazed across your face, your hair, your smile, as time stopped for a split second and the noise went quiet. For the first time that evening the guilt of the match had disappeared at just the sight of you.

You smiled softly at his gaze, and you reached out for a handshake, “Nice to finally meet you”

Still holding a strong stare and taking you all in, he slowly reaches to take your hand. 

“Same”.

It was all he could let out in that moment, he, quite embarrassingly, had forgotten how to speak. He didn’t mean to be blunt, but the little love bug seemed to had caught his tongue. 

Carlotta looked at Masons dopey stare on his face, and it clicked. “Erm” she laughed, “well you two can get to know each other, I’m going to get another drink”. And she quickly dashed off, most likely to buzz about to Nathan about how she might be the best new matchmaker in town.

You continued to stare at each other, simply in surprise at what had clicked, what spark was igniting between you two. Both of you could feel it, and it was burning up inside you. You realised you were awkwardly still holding hands, and quickly released, breaking the touch, placing your hands back by your side. Mason was back to his bottle, taking a quick sip hoping to feel some effect.

You let out a nervous laugh at his shyness, and moved the chair next to him join him at the lonely table. “You played so well, I bet it was difficult in this heat”.

Mason let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, happy you spoke first. “Yeah it was tough, just wanted that win though. So many times I could of scored, feels like I let them down”. He dropped his head again, his lip trembled at the end of his words. The overwhelming feeling of defeat that he never liked to feel again getting the best of him.

You saw this, his sadness was a tough sight for yourself. You had heard so much good about this man, so much strength, and his spirit. You felt like you had gotten to know his so well in the past 90 mins he played. You admired his passion. 

You leaned forward where his shoulders slumped, getting down to his level and closer to him. You whispered, “Out of the whole team, I think you were the best, you really carried it today. I don’t even think we would’ve had two goals without you”.

He looked at you as he took in your kind words. Your smile was warm, soothing his pain. He smiled back, “you think so?”. You nodded, seeing his eyes light up a little at your words.

“Thanks, that means a lot. I won’t be telling the team that don’t worry” he whispered back. He secretly wished he was your favourite player out of the team, his own little cheerleader. 

You giggled at him, “feel free too, but it didn’t come from me ok?”. You two were both giggling, you were very much strangers still, but you both felt an organic and natural ‘vibe’ that just seemed to be there. It felt comfortable, like home.

Mason felt this feeling and had an idea. With the gush of adrenaline just by being around you, he shoots his shot. “So, usually after a game, I have a few mates round mine, just to chill and stuff after the game. Do you wanna come?”.

Your eyebrows lifted at his request. It was very last minute having the time to join everyone at the match, and now he wanted you round his. It was a good thing you loved spontaneous plans.

He almost winced at his own words, thinking it was a little too bold. I mean, you had just met him and, sure you were friends with Carlotta but, you’ve probably got your own life, he thought. And why would you want to be spending your Sunday night round a guy she had just met?

Mason mumbled out, “I mean you’ve probably got better things to be doing, and you’ve probably had enough of football today so it’s fine if you don’t want-“

“I’d love to, that sounds nice Mason”

His name on your lips was bliss. He couldn’t tell whether his heart was falling, or if it was flying high. He had a bright toothy grin plastered on his face, definitely giving away his joy for your choice to take his invitation. Not his smoothest of moments.

“I’m happy to hear that Y/N” he sighed, and you sent that same glowing grin back.

Meanwhile, across the small room, Carlotta and Nathan observed your little moment.

“£20 he asks her out tonight” Nathan shot his bid to Carlotta.

“Not your boldest bet. You don’t know my girl Woody, £20 she asks him out” she shoots back.

The pair shook on it, watching they’re friends blossom this newly found puppy love before them. The bet would stay hidden from Mason and Y/N, and so would Carlotta’s plan to set you two up in the first place. I guess Cupid is among us.

#masonmount #mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount imagines #mason mount fluff #mason mount fanfic #fanfic #fluff

[cloudninetonine]

So like what if reader is AFAB and is the wife of link????

What is they pregnant with LINK'S CHILD

And that is why Dink wanted them???

To perhaps kill or take the child and train them to hate and want to kill Link???

What would be the chain's reaction??? May we get a short fic to see how they are just like

"Why was the shadow after you???"

"I'm a wife of a very important person... And I'm carrying their child...."

"Really?!? Who???!"

*rubs slightly big belly* "weeeellll...."

OKAY I REALLY ENJOYED THE IDEA OF THIS POST, I MAY HAVE SPAN IT AROUND A LITTLE BUT I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT-

There were many things they had come across while on their journey through the timelines. Monsters which had died out years before their era or those that followed, species that had been lost to the times with the Kokiri or Kikwis, amazing places formed by the ever-changing nature or buildings built by Hylian hands- all because of the influence of the Shadow.

But this was new.

“H-Help me! Help me please!”

Pregnant you, huddled behind a tree in the darkness of the night with the Shadow patrolling just a few feet away. Your clothes had been slashed, some blood ran down your face and you were holding your swollen belly protectively, eyes watering with a fear that made Hyrule’s heart ache as he gestured for you to be silent before helping you waddle back to the camp, the other heroes were in a confused shock when the group split, half of them running in the direction where the Shadow had last been seen while the rest stayed to help you.

“Do you know why the Shadow could have possibly been after you?”

The question was asked by Wild handing you a pot of stew, the others who had disappeared returning with rotten luck after the entity had thrown monsters their way then dashed away, leaving them to deal with a small hoard and leave with nothing.

Hyrule had already checked you out, magic dancing at his fingertips as they worked over your body but most importantly your belly, something that you pleaded be safe only to sigh in relief when a kick was felt against your belly, the others hovering close.

Taking the stew in your hand with a quick ‘thank you’ falling from your lips, you picked up the spoon residing in your bowl then spoke. “I do have one idea.”

Twilight leaned forward in his seat as you took a bite, humming at the delicious taste. “And what might that be?”

After another bite, you spoke. “Because I’m currently carrying the Hero of Courage’s child.”

Looks were exchanged all around, someone did a spit take right into another’s face and you chuckled into your food, taking another large bite as the chatter began around you. Confusion, questions, more questions and more questions, it was honestly kind of comedic how worked up they had all got.

You remembered how excited your husband had first gotten when you told him about the pregnancy. The smile on his face was contagious, gently swaying you around the room with promises to protect the both of you, laughing when you cried out in annoyance.

“It hasn’t been a month yet! Stop treating me like a fragile doll, for fucks sake!”

Another question brought you back into reality, whispered by the ranchhand to his mentor that made you lift your head, a cheeky grin playing on your lips.

“And who said anything about another hero, Link?” The boys around you froze, turning to look upon the smug face that had grown quickly at their reactions- your husband was right, they were all so expressive. “Oh yes, I know exactly who you all are- do you think I would trust anyone to lead me away? I know about all the dangers lurking in each of your Hyrules and in between, not to mention the anarchy between the Hero of Legend’s and Hero of Hyrule’s timeline. I knew who I was looking at as soon as I saw that brown hair.”

The air around you had become serious quickly, but you didn’t really care. The food was too good to ignore, settling the baby in your belly and filling your stomach all at once, something that had been hard recently with your constant swinging food cravings and you weren’t about to stop now.

“How can we trust you?” Oh, a familiar sound of Legend’s distrust brought back memories from your youth, watching as he stood to his full height with arms crossed. “You-”

“‘May be a witch trying to manipulate us?’” The man’s mouth shut quickly, eyes widening in confusion when you continued. “Then you’re going to say. ‘Impossible, they’re using dark magic.’ Am I right, Vet? Even though neither you nor the ‘Old Man’ as you like to call him can sense it? I’ve played this song and dance once before, I know all the options.”

“...And how exactly do you know us? Or come to bewed one of us, as you so claim?” Warriors asked after a moment of stunned silence, prompting a little grin to grow.

“Let’s just say, that a little while from now, you won’t be a group of nine anymore, Captain.”

You sensed another round of questions about to be fired in your direction when the eldest raised his hand, the men falling into an obedient quiet. He made eye contact with you, you staring him down without a single twitch, a small ounce of respect growing for you amongst them all before Time finally spoke.

“And who exactly is your husband?”

Expecting gazes thrown your way only made you grin harder, Cheshire like, as you brought the spoon back up to your mouth.

“Give a little guess, Link.”

His mouth twitched with similar mischief while others groaned aloud, names being thrown about as quick as lightning from the start of Wind’s enthusiastic guess.

You missed this. You missed their interactions, their banter- you knew at the end of your journey it would be time to part ways- but when the time came? It hurt. Seeing them all disappear into their own portals, leaving you alone with your husband, then partner, who leant you his hand with a bittersweet smile.

You’d miss them.

And you did.

But you had another chance and you were going to enjoy it while it lasted.

“Champion? May I have some more?”

Yes, you would.

#cloud answers #linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu #linked universe imagine #player au #a player's aid #Anon asks

[sunwarmed-ash]

Eastside

Ship: Billy/Steve, Harringrove

Rating: Not rated (mentions of violence)

Tags: Pining, complicated relationships, bi awakening, Billy and Steve are friends, friends to lovers, angst, coming out, Neil Hargroves A+ parenting, mentions of child abuse, love confessions

AN: So I had the first half of this fic written way back when season 2 came out and this song was on the radio a bunch. When I first heard it I saw the scene at the quarry in my head, Billy asking Steve to run away with him to California, so I wrote that. And then it lived in my WIP graveyard. For years.

Then this post by @rockabye-billy came across my dash today and my muse kicked in and wrote the rest!

I hope you like my interpretation @rockabye-billy I had a lot of fun writing it!

Summary:

“I just want to leave, man.” 

Steve takes the pivot. 

“We can drive wherever you want Billy.”

“No, Steve. I mean, leave, leave. Tonight.” 

He blinked. 

“W-Where would we go?

“Anywhere we want.” A faint smile appears on his face, one Steve can’t remember the last time he saw it. “We could drive to California. You could see a real beach. You ever swam in the ocean, Steve?” 

Shit. Billy was serious. 

“But, w-what? I mean, what would we do? For work?”

“Anything baby. We get to California first. Everything else we can figure out later.” Billy held out his hand. His blue eyes shine with hope as he pleads, "Come with me?"

“Billy, I’m sorry, it just- doesn't sound very practical, is all. I mean, we can’t just leave.”

Billy looks positively shattered. Steve wants to die for putting that look there. 

"Steve... I love you, okay? I mean, come on, do you really think we could be happy here?"

"Billy, this is our home."

Billy’s face twisted into a nasty snarl. 

"Your home Steve, not mine."

Now it was Steve’s turn to look shattered, and the pair looked away from each other for the first time all night. 

It's quiet for three minutes. Until Billy says,  

"I’m sorry… I just- Steve, do you really want to live the rest of your life hiding? Huh? Get yourself hitched to some chick? Move to the suburbs? Become a home lovin'- child raisin', God-fearing ‘imitation heterosexual?’"

"..."

“And for what? So you can become another dead soul? Going to the mall, dropping the kids off at school, having backyard BBQ’s? Fuck that. If they want to live their lives in constant misery, fine. But that’s their fucking death Steve, not mine. We deserve better.” 

Steve is quiet for a long time. And after his explosion, so is Billy. 

They share a cigarette in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. 

When Steve ashes out the filter against his tennis shoe the silence breaks.

#eastside #harringrove #billy x steve #steve x billy #rockabye-billy #steve harrington #billy hargrove #sunwarmed ash #find me on ao3 #buy me a coffee? #links in bio #kofi support keeps me out of capitalisms clutches #reblogs are free ways to support me! #i post new stuff every sunday #sinful sunday #fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 2 #gay billy hargrove #bi steve harrington #Spotify #halsey

[kyra45]

there's a user (01mariam-saad) that i got an ask from, and i'm hesitant about it. abuse was explained briefly within the ask, because it could be triggering, and it seems that at one point, their donation post had more a detailed explanation that has since been edited down, or the post was remade, because it was triggering. i don't know what it looked like before, but i'm aware that they're tagging a bunch of users, and i'm a pretty small blog, yet they found me and sent me an ask, which is ...i don't know, usually this stuff is blazed by someone, or comes across your dash naturally. it made me skeptical, i guess, that a line of contact was formed. in the main post, when i went to check, there were people saying it was a scam, and i've since gone back, but those comments calling it out all seem to be gone. i don't know if they were deleted or what, but it made me hesitate initially to see scam claims, and then more so to come back and see those comments deleted. i don't know if i am right to doubt, and with the topic being pretty badly abusive, i find myself ...worried to express concern over whether it's real, but then, if it is a scam, i think that's really all the more reason to ask, because it would be truly horrendous to tell people that you had suffered such awful abuse for some hundred bucks.

Unfortunately it isn’t uncommon for scammers to pretend they were abused to get money from other people. It’s something they I’ve seen happen quite often happen, and have at least 2 cases of it documented here (dreamerdollface) and another one I can’t remember the url of but there are several other. Both accounts claimed to be abuse victims but never could provide verification that the pictures they were using was actually their own images and not images stolen off the internet.

The user you listed has been spamming asks on a near daily basis, always changing part of it to fit a holiday or the day of the week it’s sent. They target anyone and everyone and don’t seem to care their ask contains triggering content since it’s never edited to remove the unnecessary information. Their pinned post has most of the same information supplied so by now they should edit out it the ask.

A mutual of mine got the same ask and answered it privately telling the account to please stop sending those kind of asks to users. Despite the blog accepting suggestions, they have ignored the kind request and continue to send it to others.

It is suspicious if their deleting anything that raises concerns because while people can be rude sometimes you wouldn’t want to hide anything if it wasn’t a rude comment. If someone calls you a scam, you can reply to them with proof you aren’t. Deleting the comment, without answering it, generally isn’t advisable. Often scammers just don’t want anyone seeing someone’s legitimate concerns. Though sometimes real people just don’t want to deal with those comments as well:

It is fine to doubt someone’s legitimacy if they find you even though your blog is too small for someone to find easily.

#kyra45 speaks #answer #anonymous #ask to tag

[queenpiranhadon]

A/N: Hey guys - me and Nyota (the lovely @labaguetteisdabest) decided we would post chapters of SCH weekly on here so you guys can read it! Each chapter alternates between the two MCs’ perspectives, but this one is from our character Apex's perspective. You can find the masterlist here

Warning(s) : Mentions of self-burning (not on purpose), enemies to lovers, fantasy + royal universe, both MCs are cisgender females, and gay. Homophobes stay away!!

Pairing(s): Kaeda x Apex (Kaepex)

“Miss Ape- Adrienne!”

“What is it?” I say, glancing in the mirror before me. Just my luck that I have some dumb appearance to make before I finally get to go home.

I adjust the dark red hair that covers the right side of my disfigured face. My fingers trace the edge of the scar that stretches across, and I shudder. Even after having it for nine years now, it never got more normal.

Perfect, I think. You could barely see my right eye.

My chambermaid, Eudora, waves a hand in front of my face.

“You realize that you need to practice your Reya more, yes?” she questions.

“Yes, I know,” I grumble. “And I need to practice my thermodynamic vision.”

“Stop taking your Reya for granted,” Eudora chides. “Your own brother rejected his and look how he’s turned out.”

A man who has nothing to worry about.

My voice lowers to a mumble. “And I’m starting to wonder if he made the right choice.”

Reyas are only granted to lucky children, each from a different patron god, which depended on your kingdom. Fujimura, my kingdom, has the patron goddess Vohona, the goddess of fire. Which I find mildly ironic, as Fujimura means “wisteria village.” 

At this rate, I feel like I would’ve been better off rejecting my Reya. But after my brother – Daxton's – rejection, my parents (Queen Fiamma and King Adish Pyracent) were desperate. And my little brother, Covyn, was only one year old at the time- and according to my parents, another 5-year wait was far too long.

“Adrienne. The faster you get through this, the faster you get home. Your family back in Dodomi eagerly awaits you, I’m sure,” Eudora reminds me. I hate that she’s right.

I make the mistake of looking back at her. Her dark curls spill across her shoulders, and warm brown eyes stand out on her pale face. The bright red flower she keeps tucked behind her right ear falls a little bit, and I want to reach out and fix it. But she would find that weird because she’s not like me.

Eudora pushes her thin, round glasses back a bit and notices me staring at her.... I feel my cheeks warm, and to get out of the awkwardness, I abruptly stand up.

“I should, uh, probably head out to the training grounds for a few more minutes,” I blurt out and dash out of the room. 

I walk outside into the bright sunshine, and even though I'm wearing a black turtleneck, I feel comfortable at this temperature. 

The orientation of each element’s training area changes daily, so I scan my surroundings, activating my thermodynamic vision. The reds, greens, and blues that replace all other colors are comforting. My eyes are immediately drawn to the deep blues of the ice training area, and lo and behold, there she is.

Kaeda Cynet.

Her and her stupidly shimmering dark hair and her dumb ice-pale skin and sharp eyes.

I can’t stop looking.

Kaeda is the crown princess of Khaenpanii, Fujimura’s rival kingdom. My rival in our quest to become the Syla of our generation.

Power. Strength. Royalty.

The title of Syla bestows a great honor upon you and your kingdom. 

And Kaeda’s stupid kingdom keeps stealing the chance away from any other!

Generation after generation, almost every single Syla has come from Khaenpanii. It’s absolutely outrageous. I can remember maybe twice when Fujimura held the title.

I snap myself out of my rant when I finally spot the small flames of the candles I’m well accustomed to training with. Jogging over to them, I switch back to regular vision, taking a moment to adjust to the onslaught of color.

The candles.

The small flame atop them.

It's disappointing, really, that they’re all I’ve been able to train with for ten years now.

A swish of my finger strengthens a flame. Then another. Then the third.

Feed me. Let the flames engulf you. Feed me. Feed me. FEED ME FEED ME FEED ME-

I take a deep breath, and slowly, the starved calls cease.

A triumphant smirk spreads across my face, and I turn my gaze to Kaeda, hoping to see less success over with her. Alas, she turns the cup of water before her into fragile ice.

My thermodynamic vision tells me that the ice is 32º Fahrenheit, which isn’t nearly as good as a typical day. Unfortunately for her, today is exceptionally warm.

I clear my mind and focus on the heated air surrounding me. Fast-moving molecules, as expected. The flames before me have the same result.

I tell myself I need more practice, but truly, I’m ready. 

Wandering past Kaeda, I flick my index finger, heating the breeze blowing past her ice block. A frown decorates her typically joyful face when she notices it dripping, and she whips her head around. She sees that I’m the culprit and her frown becomes a sour look.

My face remains devoid of emotion. Her grey-blue eyes stare deep into my bright teal ones, and we maintain eye contact for a second too long. I feel my cheeks heat, and hers take on a slightly red tint.

Kaeda looks away from me and says, “What was that for?!”

I simply reply with, “Revenge.”

And I walk away.

When she’s out of my sight, reaching under my red hair, I touch my scar again. Revenge for giving me this thing.

I had been eight years old, practicing my fire control skills. Growing flames was easy but calming them was a different story.

I stared at the flame before me, struggling to keep my mind over the one of the fire. 

Feed me. Feed me. FEED ME FEED ME FEED ME-

This time, I had succumbed to the calls.

The blaze towered before me, and I realized too late that I had set the candle far too close to me. Sparks spewing from the inferno flew onto my face, and to try to protect at least part of my face, I had turned to the left.

By then, the flames had been as tall as me, and the right side of my face exploded in pain. I cried out and focused as much as I could, but to no avail. I couldn’t muster enough focus. It hurt too much.

Why isn’t anyone helping me?

I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing for the pain to go away. 

“Make it stop!” I wanted to shriek. It hurt too much for me to even utter a single word.

“Adrienne!” Kaeda’s voice filled the air. I heard the sound of the flames crackling to a stop. “Take your hand off your face.”

I gingerly lifted it, like she instructed.

Kaeda gasped, and I kept my eyes shut. If I opened them, it would hurt so much.

“Please, open your eyes. Can you see?” she asked. 

“It’ll hurt too much. I don’t want to.” My voice was shaky, and I wasn’t about to start crying in front of Kaeda, with her perfect hair and face and perfect everything.

“Please!” she pleaded. I had reluctantly obeyed, and the shock of pain was less startling than I had expected.

When I looked at the crown princess of Khaenpanii, she almost had... tears in her eyes?

Was she worried about me? Her rival?

I watched as she painted a pained smile on her face, telling me thanks without saying a single word. She lifted her right hand and her fingertips turned paler than before, which was saying something. Kaeda flicked her hand towards the burned side of my face, tiny snowflakes flying out.

I grimaced when they hit my face, and Kaeda began spewing apologies when she saw she had made me hurt more.

My voice was even shakier than before when I said, “I don’t care. P-please just go get someone.”

She had nodded and run off.

I can barely remember what happened next.

I remember the vague sensation of hitting the solid concrete floor, and then darkness.

Waking up and feeling... different.

Feeling... changed.

Feeling... angry.

If Kaeda had been smarter, she would have run to get an adult almost immediately. But no. She just had to go and try to fix this problem herself. She may have only been seven, and slightly more advanced at her Reya than me (of course she was; just a Khaenpanii thing, I suppose), but she should have had enough logic to go and find an adult.

I hate when anyone sees me at my worst, too, and I was definitely at my worst then. Kaeda saw a private part of me that I try as hard as I can to keep to myself, and that alone warranted my loathing towards her.

When I surface from my deep thoughts, I find myself in my room. The pale red walls have been my home for the past 10 years, and I can’t imagine leaving them tomorrow.

All children with Reyas should go to a special school, should they not? We all have abilities that are far too dangerous to be taught at a regular school, after all. The kingdom of Minsare has the patron god Elektras. Anyone who has a Reya and comes from there reigns over lightning and wind. These kids are awfully powerful, and they cannot be trusted around regular schools. Fujimura children also aren’t allowed to go to normal school after the Reya ceremony, as we can summon an inferno in the blink of an eye.

Watarumi is the island where the previously mentioned school is located. It’s not located near the schools back on Dodomi, the mainland, and only people that have been verified and have Reyas can travel there. 

For ten years, since I’ve been six, I’ve lived on Watarumi, training every day. I rarely got to visit my family as studies are more important, meaning my little brother, Covyn, has barely seen me. Dax was always hidden away in his room, so I never saw him anyway. But Covyn gets his Reya soon, and I want to be there. Thankfully, I finally leave this isolated island tomorrow, just in time!

Knock knock! 

I glance at the door. What do they want?! I think.

“Princess Adrienne?” Eudora’s soft voice strings into my room. My face immediately reddens, recalling what had happened earlier. “You should start packing for tomorrow now! Remember to take all your stuff. Oh, and, just so you know, your appearance has been cancelled because of weather concerns.”

“Oh- er- yes!” I reply awkwardly. I look out the window and find that she’s right. Huge dark clouds are coming this way, ready for a long, thunderous storm.

Packing. Right.

At least I don’t have to socialize more, I think with a hint of disgust at the mere thought that I would have been forced to do the appearance if not for the weather.

I need to stop rambling and start packing.

#star crossed haters #kaeda leona cynet #adrienne “apex” pyracent #kaepex #kaeda x apex #writer #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #female writers #writer stuff #creative writing #writeblr #writing #writers and poets

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

foul legacy enemies to lovers arc part 2 lets goooo

you and childe have been sitting there for what's seemed like hours, and you know you have to get going. you have a home to come back to. and paimon.. you need to find her too. you're both so exhausted but your responsibilities come first. you drag yourself to your feet reluctantly. "i have to go," you say. "paimon's waiting for me."

foul legacy's already passed out at your feet, which cracks a small smile on your face. he looks adorable, you think to yourself absentmindedly.

the next day, you return with your sword in hand, ready to fight. last night didn't mean anything, you told yourself. after all, the two of you had been so exhausted, anything went.

"comrade! you're early today, eager to see me again?" you hear a familiar voice greet you.

you grit your teeth, not answering, and rush at him. your surprise attack allows you to land your first attack -- a nasty gash on his side.

childe hisses in pain. "... i thought- ..nevermind. you're not playing fair, girlie."

you can see the ginger summoning two pure hydro blades with his vision as he prepares himself for another fight. "have i ever?" you growl softly. he's your enemy. it's always a fight to the death. but the two of you are too good, both of you having memorised the other's complete moveset. neither of you have any sort of advantage over the other anymore. except.. the bleeding gash on his torso.

you play him, taunt him. dashing in as if you're trying to get a hit, allow him to block you, and dash back just as quickly. you run him around in circles, tiring him out -- and you as well, but you would never admit that to anyone, not even yourself. you can see him slowing down, the way he prepares the blocks in advance to allow for his slightly slower movements. the way he's panting, the way you can hear his muscles screaming for oxygen.

and you strike. though shallow -- you would need more time to score a fatal shot through his ribs -- you cut across his ribs diagonally, ending just under his left shoulder.

he hisses in pain again. you blink, and suddenly he's transformed into his foul legacy form.

it's a long time before you're able to even think about hitting him again. it's hard for you to score a hit on his foul legacy form when his attacks are so strong. soon, you can't ignore your exhaustion anymore. you can feel your muscles screaming for air, the way your breaths come in short pants, and you can feel your energy draining by the second. and worst of all, childe managed to score a cut on you earlier, too. your thigh is bleeding. badly.

one wrong move and you stumble to the ground, your legs collapsing under you. you can feel the electricity radiating off of foul legacy's claws, right over the back of your neck. but he hesitates. you count the seconds silently, but when you get to 20, you know somethings wrong. you turn around ever so slightly, not wanting to hit his delusion, and stare at him.

you can't see his face, but you can tell he's tired, too. you can almost sense the sadness in his eyes. and you can't help but ask in a soft voice, "...what's wrong?"

he whines softly, before letting the electricity fade away into nothingness and sitting down next to you. he rests his head softly on your shoulder, letting out the softest of purrs.

and your heart melts. but you can't forget the battle, you can't.. forget.. to kill... your enemy....

you falter though. he looks so innocent, so tired, so exhausted like this. you don't remember why you're fighting, you don't want to kill him. not like this. not when he apparently trusts you not to stab him through the chest while he rests on your shoulder.

part two to this wonderful post!!

you sit still for a good while, deliberating between trust and continuing the fight you've been taking part in for so long- at this point it just feels natural, natural to battle Childe until one of you collapses, natural to come back again and again to continue and for what reason? to inflict as much damage and pain upon your enemy as possible so you can win, over and over and over, as many times as you can

but now you don't want Childe to hurt. you're not even sure you want to win whatever it is you're winning- why are you fighting again?

Childe rumbles softly from his place on your shoulder, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck. you feel his claws wrap carefully around your wrist and almost jerk away in surprise, but he simply raises your hand and settles it in his ginger hair, nuzzling into you when he feels your fingers curl. hesitantly you begin to pet his hair, marveling at its soft texture, and Childe's purrs grow louder and more steady

the pain from your injuries suddenly makes itself known as the adrenaline wears off and you find yourself leaning against Childe just like he's leaning against you, his claws ghosting over a deep cut on your cheek. he whimpers, and you feel like crying, too

Childe tilts your head slightly up, treating you like you're made of glass, and brushes his forehead against yours with a small whine before taking you in his arms. he's holding you tight, as if he wants you to be as close to him as possible, and right before you're about to fall asleep from the softness of his fluff, you hear him murmur a plea

"please... take me with you..."

#genshin impact #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #childe #tartaglia #chit chats #chit chat #darling mutuals #COMRADE SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO REPLYYY #LIFE HAS BEEN HECTIC but omg i love the way your mind works #any time you send me something i just *eats it* #full meals right there <3333 #short scenario #other's stuff

[spicybylerpolls]

I remember recently there was an anon who sent in a message here about the finn snl thing and mentioned how Noah hinted at being gay a while before he was comfortable ever coming out, and how it’s not crazy to think finn could be doing the same by posting the bi snl skit. I just saw a clip on my dash from finn’s hot ones episode coming up where they were talking about how guests can take the sauces home and the host jokes that finn can take anything else with him from the studio that he wants and finn says (in a very interesting voice lol if you watched it you know what I mean ) that “chris is coming home with meeee!” and Chris is the name of the creator/producer of hot ones and I googled him and he’s a very cute older guy(like maybe mid to late 30s?)…. so it made me curious…

his another subtle instance of flagging his identity? plz go watch the clip before participating in the poll!

1) yes, it’s clear he’s feeling more comfortable and therefore willing to make those kinds of jokes openly knowing how it might come across

2) nah he’s just having fun it doesn’t mean anything beyond being silly

3) it could go either way. I am not sure but I am a little suspicious ngl

4) It’s not for me to speculate about so I won’t but should he come out in any way I wouldn’t be surprised

5) It’s not for me to speculate and I won’t because I think he’s straight so this is pointless discussion

6) I don’t think anyone should discuss this period either way

Please note that the purpose of this blog is not to be creepy or to make anyone uncomfortable. That's why I created the #spicy byler tag (I will tag all polls with this). If you don't want to see this blog or anything related to it on your feed, please block that tag. Not everyone is comfortable with this sorta stuff, and that's okay.

#byler #spicy byler #finn wolfhard #spicy byler meta

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

You give a little window on another part of the world I will never see and I love looking at your photos and reading your words. Ko-fi lets me express that appreciation as two equals to one another almost as friends but not quite as we don't know one another but your blog is the conduit to that almost friendship from afar. Like helping a friend out who helps me out with their words etc. If i feel bad I can browse your tags for distraction

You know what though about that womans money, fuck her. It comes from a bad place, her own ego. You take the money and turn it into something good, buy yourself something nice or what you need. You handled it with class and dignity and I applaud you. You're a nice kind soul and you deserve better. You seem surrounded by not very nice people 🙄 I wouldn't waste time giving them cookies etc because they do not appreciate you or the gesture. Just keep on keeping on. You're hugely talented person with your figures that you make so you try and live your best life.

Thank you so much! I nearly cried reading this.

It’s strange isn’t it? I’ve lived in this small town all my life, and both my parents weren’t just active in the community, they were both mayor. You would think I would be thought of as one their own, but nope. Not that my parents ever were either, I mean poor Pop moved to this town as a child (and a town where his family had lived for literally centuries) yet when he died almost 60 years later he was still “the yankee”. People romanticize rural small town life, or demonize it, but generally it’s just insular in a way that can leave certain folks in the cold.

I actually do feel closer to the people on Tumblr. I can feel a real fondness for even the ones I’ve never had a chance “talk” to. I know people have written posts on this subject, how we end up feeling we know each other and the connection can feel just from seeing each other on our dash. Heck, I know nothing about K-Pop yet every time I come across a mention of certain band I smile, remembering a mutual that loved them…and this despite they fact we talked like three times and they stopped posting years ago.

Maybe it’s because our blogs are like handing around our scrapbooks. It the real world you wouldn’t just let anyone look through it, so it’s got a sort of intimacy and trust….with total strangers we usually don’t even know the name of.

Again, THANK YOU! Reading this really did make me feel better. It’s like a Christmas present….an actual one! LOL

#asks #answers

[dlanadhz]

Fic: Dragon Out of Water

Fandom: Kamen Rider Build Pairing: Banjou Ryuuga/Kiryuu Sento Rating: T for minor language Word Count: 4840 Tags: Post-Canon, Light Angst, Canon Compliant with a dash of gay, Spoilers for the whole show, Confessions, Introspection, Happy Ending, Sento's Self-Sacrificing Habit

Summary: After beating Evolt, Ryuuga thought he’d be dead, absorbed by the merging worlds. What he didn't expect was to wake up, alone, in a world that didn't remember him. A world that, as far as he could tell, didn't include Kiryuu Sento.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44359768

The sun was hot on his face. When Ryuuga blinked his eyes open, he had to squint against the light. He brought his hand up to block it out and groaned as he pushed himself up to a sitting position. He had to blink several times to clear the spots from his eyes and make sense of what he was seeing.

He was in a park. There were families and pets and people on walks, and somehow it was familiar and yet not. It looked a lot like Touto, like the park where Ryuuga and Misora had discussed the future and Sento’s smile, and yet… there was something different. Squinting around, he had the oddest thought that the sky looked too bright.

And that’s when he realized what was different.

There was no Sky Wall.

He was seeing the sky as it was meant to look for the first time in ten years. There was no red light, nothing blocking the horizon. It was normal. Well, normal for… normal people. The norm for Japan for the last ten years had been the red glow of the Sky Wall.

But if the wall was gone, then that meant – !

“Sento?!” Ryuuga jumped to his feet and spun, looking for any sign of his genius.

If there was no Sky Wall, then that meant Sento’s plan had succeeded. They’d won! Ryuuga didn’t know how he’d survived and made it into the new world, and he probably wouldn’t understand it even if Sento tried to explain it, but that wasn’t the important thing at the moment.

Sento had followed him into the rift. Sento had been fighting Evolt. If Ryuuga had somehow survived the collision, then Sento must have survived too. He had to have survived. If Sento hadn’t made it, then – then!

“Damn it, Sento,” he cursed when he saw no sign of anyone he knew.

Knowing Sento, he’d done something self-sacrificing to save Banjou. The thought that Sento had died, had not been able to cross over into this new world, stung and made his whole body sore.

Sento couldn’t be dead. He had to have made it.

Without another minute wasted, Ryuuga turned and rushed out of the park. He didn’t have time to admire the new world. After fighting and running for so long, he had only one goal in mind: He had to find Sento. Or he had to find someone who could help him find Sento. And there was only one place he could think to look for his allies.

When Ryuuga got to the waterfront, he cursed. Nascita wasn’t implanted in the warehouse here. With a loud groan, he paused to catch his breath.

“Augh! So in this world… is it back where it was originally? Damn. That’s halfway across the city!” He dropped to a squat to bemoan his luck.

The Sky Wall was gone. That meant Evolt was gone. That meant Ryuuga didn’t need to rush. He didn’t need to get up right away and run across the city again. He was allowed to rest. 

It felt like he hadn’t truly relaxed in a year. In truth, it had been just the night before - when they’d set off fireworks and grilled meat on the roof. It had been when Sento turned to him and said “I need to tell you something,” and Ryuuga had a heart-stopping moment of thinking Sento was about to– but he wasn’t.

Remembering Sento’s face, the way he’d looked so determined, so tired, and so heartbroken on the top of the tower, gave Ryuuga the strength to stand back up.

“He’s out there,” he muttered to himself. “He has to be here somewhere. And I gotta find him.”

He turned from the water and rushed back the way he’d come, back into the city. He didn’t have time to rest. Not until he found Sento.

– — –

There was a broadcast on the big screen as Ryuuga crossed the city. All those dumb politicians were alive again and back in office. But then, maybe he shouldn’t call them dumb. They’d been horrible when Ryuuga knew them, but that was because of Pandora’s Box. The prime minister of Hokuto had apparently been pretty upset when they’d gotten her back to normal, and Gentoku was a decent guy too. Ryuuga should cut them some slack.

Seeing their faces on the screen, seeing that Prime Minister Himuro was alive and well, and even spotting Gentoku in the background of the broadcast just gave Ryuuga more hope. They were all alive. They were in this world and living their ordinary lives with no alien involvement. The rest of his friends had to be alive too, and they were waiting for him.

Finally, he reached Nascita. But he had to take a moment to pause. He’d been living in the cafe for awhile, and he knew for a fact that it was never busy. However, there were tons of people there now. Friends were even sitting at a few tables outside.

Carefully, Ryuuga stepped through the door, his body tense and ready for an attack. This was the cafe he knew, but it was different, and the changes had his skin prickling. Inside, there were no empty tables. Everything was so… loud. Clinking cups and interwoven conversations. Chairs scraping and a radio playing. It threw Ryuuga off balance and he almost stumbled right back outside the door, except someone pushed on his back to make their way inside.

At first, Ryuuga was ready to snap at them, because - wow - rude. But then he recognized the hair and even the clothes.

“Kazumin?!” he exclaimed, jumping back in alarm.

The older man turned to take him in, and Ryuuga’s chest burst with excitement. It was Kazumi! And there, behind him! The three hard smashes! What were their names again? Oh, what did it matter? They were alive and here!

The joy in his heart and on his face died when Kazumi frowned at him. “Who are you to call me so informally?” he asked cooly. “You wanna fight or something?”

“What?” Ryuuga frowned too and crossed his arms. “Is that anyway to greet a friend? Bakazumin!”

The shorter smash stepped up beside Kazumi, looking confused but innocent. “Boss, do you know this guy? He just called you a silly nickname. We don’t even call you that.”

Kazumi looked a little agitated but mostly calm, in that cool way only he could do, when he said, “Never met the guy before in my life, but he’s definitely trying to make an impression.”

The reality of the situation settled over Ryuuga like snow, cold and uncomfortable. Kazumi and his friends really didn’t remember Banjou Ryuuga at all. There wasn’t the barest flicker of recognition on any of their faces, just curiosity and distrust.

Ryuuga was an idiot, but he wasn’t completely dumb. He had to back out of this situation immediately. He held his hands up loosely, innocently, to diffuse the situation, and he let out a forced laugh.

“Hahaha! I mean, sorry about that. That was a dumb prank. I lost a bet,” he said, lying through his teeth and hoping it sounded more convincing than it felt.

It must have, because the tension drained out of all four men in front of him, though Kazumi still regarded him curiously. “Is that so?” he asked nonchalantly. “Well then, don’t lose next time, huh? Muscle Monkey.” Then he scoffed and urged his group away to a couch that had just opened up.

For a moment, Ryuuga watched them, dumbfounded. They didn’t recognize him - that much was clear. But Kazumi had still called him by a dumb nickname too. Maybe, somewhere in the combining of worlds, those memories had just been locked away? If Ryuuga kept talking to them, would they remember?

That sounded like a dangerous experiment with lots of variables that Ryuuga wouldn’t understand. Once he found Sento, he could ask the idiot genius to do the math or whatever for him instead.

Yeah. Once he found Sento.

Nodding to himself, he turned for the counter and the fridge in the corner. Sento would be in the basement, right? Except when he reached the edge of the counter, a waitress blocked his way and shooed him back.

“Where are you going, sir?” she asked in annoyance.

“I–!” Ryuuga hesitated as his eyes glanced for the fridge, only to find it wasn’t there.

There was no secret entrance. There was no entrance at all. It was a wall with shelves, stocked high with product. There would be no way to open that without everything falling off. So was there no basement? No base of operations? No place where Sento worked and slept and ate?

“I–” Ryuuga swallowed thickly and glanced warily over when another waitress joined the first.

It was Misora, out of hiding and waiting tables, and she looked between her coworker and Ryuuga without any sense of recognition for him. Just like Kazumi.

Just yesterday, they’d all grilled meat on the roof until they passed out. Just yesterday, she’d been smiling at Sento and at Kazumi and at stupid Gentoku. She’d been hugging Sawa and trying to keep everyone’s hopes up. And now she was here, watching him for a sign that she needed to get help to remove him.

“I’m sorry. I’m just… lost,” he finally managed to say.

“Oh.” Misora looked sad for him while the other waitress was unimpressed. Misora nudged her coworker away and took charge. “Are you looking for someone?”

“Y-Yeah.” Ryuuga cleared his throat. He looked her dead in the eye and willed her to remember, prayed that her bond with Sento was enough. “I’m looking for Sento. Have you seen him?”

Her brow drew together in thought. He could tell she was giving it serious attention, and his chest felt tight as he held his breath. But she was frowning and no light of understanding lit up her eyes. Eventually, she shook her head sadly.

“I’m sorry. I don’t recognize that name,” she said. “Did he come with you today? I can be pretty loud and make an announcement, if you need me to.”

Ryuuga felt cold. He shook his head and felt like he was going to vibrate out of his skin. “No. No, that’s okay. We didn’t… come together today,” he said, voice uncharacteristically quiet. “Sorry.”

He bolted. There was no other way to describe it. He ran out of the cafe and down the street, ran until he felt like his legs would give out. Then he dropped to his butt on the side of a walkway, just out of people’s paths. Not that he gave a shit at the moment if someone stepped on him.

Misora… if Misora didn’t recognize Ryuuga, didn’t remember Sento… then who would? She’d been the closest one to Sento, like the sister he never had. Surely if anyone would remember their old world, it would be Misora! Right?!

“Idiot,” Ryuuga grunted and ran his hand through his hair. “Idiot, idiot Sento. What kind of world… How am I supposed to find you now?”

If the worlds had combined and everyone was back as they should be, then… Then Sento would be…

Ryuuga’s throat felt like it closed up for a moment and he choked on air. If the Sky Wall incident hadn’t happened, then Katsuragi Takumi wouldn’t have gotten involved with Faust, wouldn’t have come across Evolto, and wouldn’t have had his memories erased. Without the Sky Wall, there would be no Kiryuu Sento.

“No!” Ryuuga jumped to his feet, heart racing, and unaware of all the stares he’d garnered. “No, he wouldn’t have… He wouldn’t have come up with the plan if it meant…that he wouldn’t…”

Except he would. Sento was the most self-sacrificing man Ryuuga had ever met. He shouldered all the burdens of their fight, all the guilt and sin, and he bore it like the hero he was. And if saving the world meant he would die, Ryuuga knew Sento would bare that too.

But! Ryuuga had known that this morning too, and he’d tried to save Sento from that fate! He’d sacrificed himself instead! Stupid, idiot Sento had followed him into the rift to save him too! But they had still won! Well, hadn’t they? They’d combined the worlds! This was Sento’s world of Love and Peace! Would the universe be so cruel as to bend actual physics to Sento’s will and then erase him from existence? Like he was never there?!

Chest tight and mind blank with worry, Ryuuga moved numbly down the street. He just needed to find a way to look up Katsuragi. Maybe in this world, Katsuragi had a brother now? Ryuuga stumbled into an internet cafe and somehow managed to ask someone to help him get online for five minutes. Maybe he looked as lost as he felt, because the workers looked at him with pity and showed him how to log on and do his search.

He was an idiot, and he couldn’t think straight. He wouldn’t even know what to do if not for the kindness of the workers, and he thanked them as best he could. The kindness and goodness in people… that’s what Sento fought for.

Fingers trembling, Ryuuga searched for Kiryuu Sento.

He hit enter.

No results.

He took a deep breath. That– He’d expected that, right? Evolto named Sento, so this made sense. He looked up Katsuragi Takumi.

The smug bastard’s face was all over the place, though he looked moderately less evil. There were articles about him winning awards or making breakthroughs in science with his father. No mention of a brother either. He worked at the Institute of Advanced Matter Physics, just like before he became Sento. Ryuuga found his social media, but it was annoyingly unhelpful - full of science articles and shit he couldn’t understand. Definitely no sign of a recent influx of memories belonging to an entirely different person.

Because Sento and Takumi were completely different. They shared a body, but not a heart. Even with the worlds combining, they probably wouldn’t have joined together like the others. They weren’t the same person.

Without the Sky Wall, there was no Kiryuu Sento.

Ryuuga leaned forward and pressed his face into his hands. He knew his face would show his devastation and frustration, and he didn’t want these people to see him like that. He could feel them glancing in his direction as he searched, and he didn’t want them to see how much of a loser he was, how lost and alone.

“Idiot,” he cursed quietly.

Sento would tease him if he saw him like this, so worked up over the loss of one person. Except he hadn’t teased Ryuuga about crying over Kasumi. He’d let Ryuuga cry for her, given him time to say his goodbyes, and he never made fun of Ryuuga for holding so tightly to her memory. It was one of the things Ryuuga loved about Sento. He was shit at saying how he really felt, but he could show it in the best ways sometimes. He was so goddamn thoughtful of everyone else.

“How is this okay?” Ryuuga asked no one, remembering when he’d been willing to give up after Kasumi. Sento had grabbed him and shaken some sense back into him, and he’d given Ryuuga a new goal to fight for. A new life to live.

With a deep breath, Ryuuga steadied himself and locked away the loss and grief that wanted to take hold of him. He couldn’t break down. Not here. Not now. He had to hold onto hope. Somehow, he’d survived the collision. Somehow, he’d figure things out.

He left the cafe with another round of thank yous to the staff and started walking down the street. He had one more place he could think of to check if anything had stayed the same. This was a new world, but Banjou Ryuuga was in it. If Ryuuga went home, maybe he could find some answers.

Maybe Sento… Maybe Sento was looking for him too and would find him there.

“He was a real person. You can’t just erase him,” he growled under his breath, unsure exactly who he was trying to convince.

— — —

He didn’t live in the same building anymore. His key didn’t work, and he saw someone else’s name on the plate that used to say his. So in this world without the Sky Wall, Banjou Ryuuga didn’t live here. To find out where he lived, he’d have to do another search, and then what if it wasn’t on some public record? Ryuuga had no idea how to find residential addresses of people!

Sento probably did.

With a groan of frustration, Ryuuga dragged his feet and moved away from the building before someone could complain he was too threatening or something. He shuffled down the street, unsure of where he was going but walking anyway.

He was hungry, but he had no money. He was lost and had nowhere to go. God, why was he so dumb? If he’d been smarter, he would have put his wallet in his pocket when they went into the final fight, prepared for some kind of world collision where he’d lose everything he didn’t have in his pockets. And if he wasn’t so dumb, he wouldn’t have needed help figuring out that computer at the cafe. And if he wasn’t so dumb, he would have looked himself up too before he left.

If he wasn’t so dumb, he would have found a way to make sure Sento survived to see this world.

Eventually, Ryuuga found a bench at the edge of a park and sat down to rest. He looked around at this new world, so bright and open, with nothing blocking the horizon. He watched kids playing with bubbles and people playing with their dogs. He listened to the happy, pointless chatter as they passed him, worrying about work and relationships and a new ice cream down the street. It was exactly what they’d been fighting to protect. Simple, happy, peaceful life.

He took several deep breaths and tried to focus on the positives. It was a beautiful day. They’d clearly won the battle. His friends were all alive and seemed to be exactly where they should be to be happy. It was a victory, and yet…

“Sento…” He leaned forward, head between his knees.

So many times, he’d wanted to tell Sento something. It had been on the tip of his tongue before they entered the tower, had almost slipped out when he’d grabbed Evolt and jumped into the sky, had been the next thing on his list to say before Evolt managed to fight off his consciousness. Why hadn’t he said anything then? Why hadn’t he said anything sooner?

Maybe it would have been stupid to admit that Sento was the most important person in Ryuuga’s life. Maybe it would have clouded Sento’s mind during a literal earth-shattering moment. Maybe getting a glimpse of how deep Ryuuga’s feelings truly ran would have scared Sento. They were all reasons why he’d kept his mouth shut, even when he thought he’d die and never have to see the consequences of his confession.

But if he’d known they’d all live through it? Would he have done anything different?

A familiar voice drew his attention and he glanced up slowly. There was an ice cream stand a couple dozen feet away, but even from this distance he recognized her. Kasumi. She was sitting at a small table by the stand. She was alive, and she looked healthy. She was smiling so happily, in a way she hadn’t been able to manage in over a year since her test results came back, and since Ryuuga lost his career.

Seeing her was bittersweet. Here Ryuuga was, mourning the loss of his new love, and his old love appeared like a beacon. He’d buried her in his heart, made peace with her death, and yet there she was.

He stood up slowly, unsure if he would go to her even as he took his first steps in her direction. Did he want her to recognize him? To still love him? Of course. Her love had gotten him through so many tough times. And yet all he really wanted in that moment was to hug her, to feel her arms around him, her fingers in his hair, as she comforted his slowly sinking heart.

He was only three steps toward her when she looked toward the ice cream stand and her smile got even brighter. Someone joined her at the table, handing her some ice cream, and she looked at him the way she used to look at Ryuuga.

Which is when Ryuuga realized that the person sitting beside Kasumi… was him. They looked the same except that this new Banjou Ryuuga had black hair and looked much less world-weary.

In this world, there was a Banjou Ryuuga, and it wasn’t him. This Banjou was probably human, had parents, had a steady job. There were a lot of probabilities and Ryuuga understood very little of them. He couldn’t begin to understand why he hadn’t combined with his other world self and lost his memories like the others. He wanted to be frustrated and angry but… The other Banjou looked happy. She looked happy too.

He turned and walked away.

— — —

He really had no idea where he was going. At this point, he didn’t think it mattered. He was looking for a sign or something, but he didn’t know what it was. Maybe he was waiting to be recognized or maybe he’d find some lost wallet and just use the cash or card inside to get a place to sleep for the night. Or some instant ramen. He was so hungry.

He wasn’t smart like Sento. How was he supposed to carve out a place for himself in this new world? Sento would have a plan. And if he didn’t, he’d figure something out on the fly. Sento could do anything if he wanted to.

Ryuuga walked to a bus stop and paused to lean on the pole there. He was so tired of walking. He missed Sento’s Machine Rider and the way they used to ride to scenes together. Hell, he even missed being thrown from location to location at this point, not that he wanted some big villain to show up and chuck him across the park.

Down the way, a flock of birds was frozen in a statue over a fountain. Sighing, Ryuuga imagined how great it would be to have wings and fly. He’d managed some great jumping height in his rider form, and the convergence of the worlds had allowed him to literally jump into space, but now he was imagining the ease and peace of simple flight. If he was a bird, he could just glide around until he found somewhere nice to land and sleep for the night.

And if he didn’t like someone, he could poop on them.

He could imagine Sento laughing at him for that thought.

His eyes drifted down the art installation, to the fountain below. People were walking up and down the stairs on either side of it, and someone was sitting alone on the front. They were slightly hunched, looking totally alone. Ryuuga understood that sentiment too well at the moment.

Then he squinted against the sun to get a better look. The set of those shoulders. That hair cut. That stupid green and white hoodie shirt. He knew that person.

Ryuuga’s heart sped up anew and he gripped the pole tight in his hand to stop himself from rushing over. What if– What if it was Sento? But what if he didn’t recognize Ryuuga, just like everyone else?

But also, what if–

“Screw it,” he hissed out, startling the woman next to him, and then he pushed off from the pole.

He ran down the sidewalk on his already tired legs and almost tripped down the stairs in his haste. But the closer he got, the more sure he was. It was really him! It had to be! Ryuuga would recognize him anywhere! It was–

“Sento!” he called out as he stumbled to a stop at the base of the fountain.

The genius physicist looked up in surprise and Ryuuga’s chest heaved with relief. It was really him! But did he recognize Ryuuga too?

Sento looked stunned, like the wind had been knocked out of him at the sight of Ryuuga standing there, and it was such a good sign. When he spoke, he sounded rough with shock and relief. “Banjou?!”

Exhaustion hit Ryuuga like a wave. He’d been running and walking for hours, searching for anyone – no. Searching for Sento. And finally, at last, here he was! And he knew who Ryuuga was too! The worlds had combined and left the two of them alive to remember!

“What is up with this world, man?!” Ryuuga complained, stumbling and dropping to sit on the edge of the fountain. “No one remembers me! And there’s another version of me walking around!”

It was easier to complain first than to put in the emotional effort of confessing. Right now, Ryuuga just wanted to lay down and rest while Sento rambled off some complex explanation of how this stupid new world worked. Yeah, that actually sounded nice.

“Ah, I see,” Sento said, getting into a thinking pose. “A version of you with Evolt’s DNA wouldn’t have existed in this world either…”

Either? So Ryuuga had been right. Sento had known there was no version of himself in this world. He’d expected to vanish when the worlds combined. He’d gone into that battle as the self-sacrificing idiot he always was. And if he’d been right, Ryuuga would never have gotten the chance to tell him how he felt.

Annoyance flared inside Ryuuga and he stood again. “You’re a jerk, you know?”

For a moment, Sento looked abashed, but then a brilliant smile lit his face. He ruffled his hair in that way he always did when he was excited, and he laughed. It had been so long since Ryuuga had heard him laugh. It had been too too long since he’d seen Sento smile like that.

“This is terrific!” Sento exclaimed and pulled out his phone. With a flick of his wrist, it transformed into his Machine Rider and he beamed at Ryuuga.

Despite having just been wishing for this exact motorcycle not long before, Ryuuga resisted the urge to immediately grab a helmet. He looked intently at Sento and took a deep breath. “What’s terrific?” he asked.

“You’re alive,” Sento said as though it were obvious. “We’re both alive, and we remember each other.”

“But no one else remembers, we have no money, and no place to live,” Ryuuga pointed out, no heat in his tone. If anything, he sounded hopeful. Because he was getting to watch Sento riled up with excitement, and it was invigorating. And maybe he was hoping Sento would say something wonderful and smart, or even romantic.

Sento waved off his concerns and held out a helmet for him. “We’ll figure all of that out. As long as we’re together, we’ll be fine.”

Ryuuga took the helmet from him, a smile dancing on his lips. That was his Sento - hopeful, brilliant, and unknowingly making Ryuuga fall in love with him every day.

“This is probably a dumb thing to do right now,” Ryuuga muttered to himself, looking down at the helmet. He’d just found Sento, so pushing him away would be so, so stupid, and yet…

He stepped forward and grabbed Sento’s shoulder with his free hand. Then he leaned in and kissed his genius on the cheek. He wanted to kiss him for real, but he didn’t want to force that on Sento if Sento didn’t want it too. Consent and all that. He was dumb but he wasn’t an asshole.

When he pulled back, Sento looked stunned again, which made Ryuuga nervous. He fiddled with the helmet in his hands.

“Sorry. I just–”

“This is–,” Sento interrupted, and his smile returned. It was even more infectious than his first one, and Ryuuga found himself smiling, albeit warily. “This is terrific,” Sento repeated.

“Yeah?” Ryuuga asked. So he hadn’t just ruined their first meeting in the new world? They could stay together still?

“Idiot,” was all Sento said before he leaned in again and captured Ryuuga’s lips with his own. Yeah, maybe he was dumb, but nothing really mattered past that for Ryuuga.

Maybe they had no identities in the new world, and maybe they had nowhere specifically to go. They had nothing except each other. But Sento smiled when he saw Ryuuga and was excited that they would be together. And when he called Ryuuga an idiot, it was filled with so much fondness that it made Ryuuga truly believe everything would work out.

As long as they were together, they could take on the world.

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Review Everything 31 - Good Omens Season 1

Post Review Addition: I basically live tweeted my way through this. All my reviews are meant to be non-serious and for my own enjoyment, but this one is particularly self indulgent, so it may be confusing to read. I’d say sorry, but really, I wrote the review for myself to enjoy so there’s nothing to apologize for. I had put off watching Good Omens because of associations. When I first started dating my ex we were doing that thing where you share all your favorite media with each other. He asked me if I was familiar with @neil-gaiman or terry Pratchett and, thinking about Maturin and Hindu mythology I answered, no, not really. I knew what The Sandman comics were, had seen the movie Coraline, and knew a little bit about Disc World but most of my novel reading had been of either the Horror or YA variety and most the two non-American authors I have read were She Who Shall Not Be Named and Diana Wynne Jones. So we decided to do a sort of trade where we’d go back and fourth with audio books of our favorite books. He wanted his first book to be Good Omens, so that’s what we listened to.

It would be the first of a series of things he showed me that I didn’t really “get”. Like, I could see the appeal they would hold for other folks but they just didn’t click with me. With Good Omens in particular,  I have some religious trauma related to the “end times” that made the book hop back and forth in tone from “barely interesting chapters about the kid” to “interesting but often upsetting chapters about the angel and demon”. Admittedly the experience of listening to the audiobook was so unpleasant that I don’t really remember much about the novel outside of the angel and demon characters. I even remember saying to my ex, “This kind of seems like a romance between these two.” And him going, “What? No.”

Those two characters were intriguing enough that I have always kind of wanted to give the story a second shot in another form, particularly after reading and falling in love with Sandman just this year [first the show, then the comic], where I can now enjoy the creator’s work with the baggage of a relationship I didn’t want to end weighing less heavily on me nearly a year out from being dumped. I figured I’d get around to the Good Omens show eventually and have had it on my watch list, not really thinking about it except when very adorable shipping art comes across my dash.

Then the Good Omens season 2 trailer dropped Today. And that little seed of “I think these two men with wings want to kiss each other” is actually a thing in at least the second season. And I like experiencing fandom events along with the rest of the fandom so... I started season 1 Today. ____________________________________________________ Episode 1:

And, just like with the Sandman show, I fell in love about a minute in. The first time Aziraphale and Crowley interact I felt that little part of my brain that loves to watch two characters discover that they might want to get around to kissing eventually lit up. The show is immediately more fun than my experience of the book, it still made me a tiny bit anxious but not the way that the audio book did where I had at least one anxiety attack while listening to it.

A combo of me being in a better place with my religious and mental health journeys now than I was then and the show being just so damn charming is to thank for that, methinks.

David Tennant makes an excellent reluctant bad guy. Michael Sheen makes a wonderful prissy and affectionate lil’ man.

CG starts off a little rough with the snake and many of the demon scenes are so dark that it’s difficult for me to tell what’s going on, but other than that the visuals are all nice. The actually pretty scary hell hound turning into an adorable little ratter dog was both cute and funny.

A good start to what I hope will be a good series. : )

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Episode 2:

The “boring kid chapters” I barely remember are better in the show. Not chomping at the bit to get to the angel and demon sections makes the whole story much more enjoyable.

Aziraphale is so dang charming!

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Episode 3: It’s neat that they picked someone of such mixed heritage to play Jesus [and someone who’s played the part more than once, I wonder what the story is there] and otherwise it was fun to see this version of the events of the Bible. It was also VERY fun to watch the budding friendship between Aziraphale and Crowly.

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Episode 4:

Everyone but Aziraphale and Crowly can see how much they love each other.

Oh boy are the scenes with Adam getting tense. Him letting his friends continue to talk while controlling the rest of his so far small-ish bubble of reality is suitably spooky for a show that’s doing a great job of balancing the heavy stuff with the silly stuff. The end of the world is the perfect time for smooching, too, good on the witch and witch hunter descendants.

Also I gotta do some research some time on Metatron. He’s not in the Bible iirc, but he does keep showing up in modern media as this “I’m not God, but I’m just as good as and God is fine and listening and appointed me to this position because I am a good guy, I promise.” figure.

Hearing Aziraphale say the fuck word made my day.

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Episode 5:

“Somebody killed my best friend!” Well that was a tonal swing. So much for having my day made. XD

Somebody to love coming on reminds me that this show has a pretty great soundtrack. All the pop songs that have some on are spot on to what’s happening in the scene and. Pop songs can really make or break a scene, pump up the emotions of what’s going on or totally distract you from what’s happening and pull you out of it. So far the show’s done a great job of the former.

I think trading out one of the horsemen for pollution makes a lot of sense. I don’t know if you’d call that world building, when you’re creating a world based pretty heavily on existing fiction. Interpretation? Anyway, I think it’s smart. Also swapping out their horses for motorcycles is just plain fun. Also also, I’m loving the scene with the Psychic. Her loosing her cool and saying “It’s a real one” had me chuckling. I’m well acquainted with psychics of her type, since that was a special interest of mine when I was younger, but I have a soft spot for the “has some real powers but has to be a charlatan to make it in the modern world” trope.

The CG in the scenes with the kids is a little rough. Well, a lot of the CG has turned out to be a little rough. Though these kids do have balls of steel, no matter how goofy some of the special effects look. _________________________________________________ Episode 6: How come all the other demons are Humanoids that are either sexy or gross but there’s one non-Humanoid cute one? XD I mean, maybe Aziraphale meant what he said or maybe it was a slip of the tongue, eh? Okay I take it back, the kids are brave but Pepper has balls of steel. Since I read the book, and also because it was set up well, I should have seen the kids coming to defeat the four horsemen with Aziraphale’s sword but it somehow managed to still be a nice surprise. Newton nuking the computers I did see coming and got a nice cackle out of.

You can’t create a being who can decide what reality is and isn’t and then tell him what the rules are. Y’all handed the Great Plan over to him the second he was born. UGH the band’s music warping as our happy ending unwinds was so good! Oh the little cute demon ins there to get thrown in the Holy water, poor lad. Good for Mr. S, hopefully he becomes a slightly less shity person. Post show notes: The show was fun! How fondly I remember this season and if my love for it will hang in there is gonna hinge on if they actually let the Angel and Demon be gay for each other in season 2, I fear. Other than that I had a great time with it, which I didn’t expect for the reasons mentioned in the beginning of this review. It has been just long enough that I forgot enough of the details of the book to be surprised either by plot points I had forgotten or ones that were changed [not sure which]. Really looking forward to season two. Speaking of which, I wish the Tumblr fandom would cool it a little and actually use hashtags on their posts so I could stop getting little mini spoilers for season 2. I feel like, unlike with season 1 where I got to watch it at my leisure, now that it’s August 2nd I have no choice but to binge season 2 so I can go back to enjoying my favorite website and not have this show spoiled for me. In Summary: Very good! Either by personal life circumstances for me or just change of media. an upgrade from the book. The stuff with the witch hunter and psychic where where the story dragged the most for me, outside of the final séance, and they seemed to have a cute little ending, so I hope that thread gets dropped for season 2. Also, hope the show isn’t queer baiting me! Those concerns I had a lovely time overall and am looking forward to more of most of these characters in season 2. Overall: 7/10

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