#and like he didnt have many friends or trusted family in the human world… only a few

[perenlop]

i broke when they all looked at the sky sorry

#fuck. idk if this is a controversial opinion but i think gti’s ending is the best one sorry #it still makes me fucking bawl #its such a good moment for someone who had really bad depression (and kinda still does to an extent) #every time i play it i feel extra validated for giving eris depression bc fuck it makes this ending so much more emotional to me #he thought he was unlovable and insignificant and everyone only ever tolerated him so he never made the first move #but everyone loved him so much that they broke space time to keep their memories of him #and made sure to assure him as such and cheer for him #and like he didnt have many friends or trusted family in the human world… only a few #so he thought hed made new friends only to be erased. unimportant. #fuck i need to draw this SO BAD #echoed voice #pmd posting #guys go play gti i prommy its better than what ppl say its so fucking good

[cirusthecitrus]

Iliad? In my She-Ra cartoon? It's more likely than you think

Some of you may know that og Hordak and Prime (from the motu franchise) also have "normal" names. Sooo, you know how long it took my dumb ass to realize that Hec-Tor and Anillis are spelled and pronounced suspiciously similar to Hector and Achilles - u know, the heroes from Homer's Iliad??*

I have no idea if this lil trivia fact is an intentional reference or not or if this specific choice of characters is supposed to mean anything at all. But it means everything to ME

Because why Horde Prime of all people was given the name of a hero?? Why Hordak, his brother, was given the name of his enemy and his victim? And why do these names fit the 2018s versions of these characters so well?

!I'm not an expert in ancient literature or greek mythology/history or anything close so my knowledge and understanding of the Iliad and its characters is literaly on the surface level! I'm only making this post cause looking for parallels is fun c:

Horde Prime as Achilles

The mythological hero, Achilles was often reffered to as the beast, or pure element, force of nature, or even a star. Not a person, not a human being

He was an exceptional fierce hero known for his passion and determination, but also his arrogance and stubborness. Noble yet often selfish and capricious, understanding and caring yet cruel

The one who possesed arcane knowledge about the fate of humanity, and with it - about his own destiny

The one protected by the gods, who was so close to godhood himself, whos body was immortalized in the river Styx

And yet, one small part remained vulnerable, a part of him stayed painfully human. And once it was discovered and aimed at, he was as good as dead

The one who was driven by horrific almost animalistic rage. Rage that came from pain and grief. Rage that came... from love?

Achilles lost someone dear to him and this loss blinded him with desire for revenge, made him chase after the warrior who took his loved one from him. He refused to let go, not even letting go of Hector's corpse

Hordak as Hector

Described as "deserving of love" Hector was a great warrior, deeply devoted and loyal to his home and his cause

A brave unstoppable leader who nonetheless made many mistakes by letting his human emotions and traits make him act unwise, arrogant, reckless and naive

The one who believed in his gods and trusted so many, but in the end was only deceived and lied to. And this lie was the reason why Hector could not escape Achilles' wrath

The cause and the victim of Achilles' rage. His personal enemy, the one who killed his beloved. The one who feared Achilles so much yet in the end stopped running away and faced him in their first and final duel

The one who lost everything. Doomed to die tragically by Achilles' hand. Hector didnt even beg for mercy, only for his body to be treated with respect, but Achilles could not be reasoned with. Instead he dragged his corpse behind his chariot for days on end, not letting him rest. Not letting Hector return home to his family

But wait, who is Patroclus of this story?

Funny how this part of Achilles' story fits Hordak a lot more, since it was him who lost a dear friend and it was him who was consumed with grief and fury. Thus, in a way, Hordak is both Hector and Achilles and Entrapta is his Patroclus. But what's Prime's deal then?

We can always enter fanon territory and headcanon that Prime might have lost someone a long time ago and grief turned him into a monster. Could be a lover, could be a friend or family, could be his old self even. But then what Hordak had to do with it? Why he became the target of his rage?

Perhaps in this version Patroclus isn't even a person. An idea of perfection and control. Hordak's imperfections ruined the image of his ideal world where everything goes his way, ruined his own image, the facade of an all mighty god who could not make a mistake or create something less than perfect. In a sense Hordak's defect and later betryal killed everything Prime was working on and was trying to achieve, everything he believed in

Perhaps Hordak is both Hector and Patroclus. A brother Prime loved so much, but only when he was still a perfect obedient doll with no name. But once Hordak began to change, showing his personhood and becoming harder to control, becoming unrecognizable, HP could not accept it. In his mind Prime lost a brother, and someone who named himself Hordak was his murderer

Again, I have no idea why the hell they chose these names for their aliases. Achilles and Hector were in no way pure or flawless people, but... they were still heroes. Does this say anything about the characters of Horde Prime and Hordak or their dynamic? Especially their motu versions**?? Or was this just a reference for the sake of reference? (oh maybe im only seeing things and its not even a reference??) They could've chosen an iconic pair of tragic brothers instead idk on the surface it'd seem more fitting :/

But i'd rather keep my tinfoil hat on and think that it was all intentional, because I'm LIVING for the implications regarding Prime's humanity .з.

**Motu fans and experts if you're reading this, i'd love to hear your thoughts on this, you have to know more than me!

#spop #horde prime #hordak #shera #spop meta #the galactic horde #spacebats #ramblings #*just wanna clarify that the realization only hit me like a month or two ago #so all the possible parallels between them and Anillis and Hec-Tor from my Kur twins au are purely accidental lol #and no my boys dont become enemies!

[rain-soaked-sun]

Ill follow you Cw- mentions of dottores real name , death , canon violence , mention of torture , forced labor ( not explicitly stated but implied) ,bullying , illnessGn reader ( if pronouns are used please do tell)

The first time Zandik ever set eyes on you he had simply acknowledged your looks but quickly moved on , you were but another scholar in academia . Why should someone like him , someone who was above these menial humans he was supposed to see as his peers , pay any mind to you

That was only the first time he had seen you , he continued to see you around many times , carrying an array of books each time . As fate would have it one day whilst in the library you had made the mistake of asking him to help you reach a book as he was quite tall . Soon after that you would say hi to him , occasionally make conversation . Zandik had always been an outcast no matter went , when you came along and acted as if was just another student an odd feeling bloomed in his chest . It was interest , interest that soon spiraled into obsession .

At first he convinced himself it was well meaning , looking out for you . He could see the way you pushed around by other students , all the running around youd be doing constantly was due to the fact you always looking to make people like you , doing almost anything asked of you , wheter it be a paper or doing the notes so they could make their own and make it convincing enough . After all this time you considered him your friend , you trusted him , you admired the way he stuck to his ideals no matter how twisted and against the gods they were . You adored the fact he didnt manipulate you as everyone else had .

He became your guard dog and you his assistant , while he wasnt manipulating you he was twisting you , shaping you into a person who would follow him without question while remaining your own person , remaining as the person he had grown to have feelings for . Somehow you had wedged your way intot this cold mans heart and you had made yourself at home . after a year you two formed an interesting relationship . he often reassured you that the people who used to be your classmates that are now on a dingy operating table would only hurt you more if he allowed them live , and you believed him . His unconventional love had made you happy , despite the dark a cruel things Zandik had done he loved you , and you him .

After a tiresome day you had fallen ill , you were sweating through your clothes , your fever only getting worse at the hours went by , starting at a meager 101 and ending up at a 105 by the early hours of the morning , since Zandik had the proper training he tried to stabilize your condition as best he could , and he did for time . After about a week he had lost you , the oly thing that was worth anything to him other than his experiments was gone and forever , he would never have you in his arms again .

The next time you two had met you were 17 , you belonged to a poor family in Sneznaya and were severely indebted to the fatui . He had only been a harbinger for about a decade , it had been about two decades since he had last seen you , and even in this new form he could still reconize that glint in your eyes , despite how hard people pushed you down the bright almost innocent gleam in your eyes. You had been slaving away for the fatui , getting constantly thrown around by agent and harbingers a like . Only a few months of this and you had finally been assigned to him . When you two locked eyes for the first them it was like two worlds collided.

Every memory had come flooding back in vivid detail , you had always felt disconnected from the life you led , yet you could never put a finger on it til now . Your first memory , the first time you met Zandik , when you fell sick …..when you died . The good doctor took you in , you being his assistant. He took care of you , taught you things and caught you up on all you had missed, but fortune had never been on his side .

After 5 painfully short years an experiment had gone wrong and the creature had grown hostile , unbeknownst to you, you had walked into the room it was being kept it . Unfortunately it’s was not a quick death , no god showed you mercy in yoru final moments , you had died without ever seeing your beloved for the last time.

Zandik felt as if the gods were fucking with him , his sanity and every part of him , in your next life he made the decision to not interfere and watch you from afar in hope to spare you from almost certain death . Even then he could save you . The mad doctor helpless to save you no matter if you were with him or not , each time you died so young .

Finally he had made up his mind , he would find and do whatever it took to keep you safe , whether he had to make you a test subject willingly or not , he would give you a artificial body , he would lock you up . All he knew is he could not lose you time and time again , as much as he hated to admit it , it was slowly killing him from the inside out .

The next time he found you he wasted no time snatching you up , before you even had time to process what had happend he married you . No one would dare mess with a fatui harbinger especially The Doctor , and only a fool would dare lay a hand on his lover . For the first time the gods listened to his prayer and you lived, you grew significantly older than any other life.

Although he had wanted you to live a normal life he was selfish and he knew this. He wasn’t above doing what had to be done to keep you by his side but he never imagined you’d be on the same table countless people had been tortured and murdered on . He would burn the world down if it meant keeping you . He knew he was far gone when it came to you and he accepted it with open arms , before he met you he thought love made people weak , after you died he thought the same . Now you were the thing that gave him drive and he would not lose you ever again , never.

#genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin fic #genshin x you #genshin drabbles #dottore x reader #genshin dottore #dottore x reader fluff #dottore x you #il dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore

[serenequeenofeverything]

Daily pull-a-card reading

Daily pull-a-card, is a daily tarot reading in which ill pull one card for every group.

Disclaimer: sometimes i might pull an extra card or two that i wont mention but will definitely take into consideration.

Lots of grammar mistakes ahead bc fuck english.

For September 8-9th 2023

Group i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi

i

The high priestess

U seem to be very connected and in touch with ur emotions, you are at ur peak intuition-wise but why do i see you doubting urself? Why are u so unsure? Almost ur not giving urself the benefit of the doubt, actually quite the opposite. You are not sure of urself whatsoever, but im here to tell what the universe (god, the angels or whatever u believe in) wants you to know : you are on the right path. U are exactly where u r meant to be. U are as connected to ur higher purpose as one can be. There is nothing to fear. You are on the right path. Your own path. Trust yourself a bit more.

A song recommendation (which i reallllllllly urge to listen to bc u cant imagine how strongly this came through, U MUST LISTEN TO IT) :

ii

Ten of wands (r)

Let go of it. The burden you are carrying is not worth it, i don't exactly know what it is, it might or might not be important but here's the thing love, you are more important. U r really precious, u truly don't deserve to carry this baggage, it is just weighing you down. So free yourself, love. I know u can do it, you too know too. My bird of paradise, fly.

A song recommendation that i really wish u to listen to:

iii

The world

My god, you are the girl. Darling you ARE THE GIRL. honestly i dont even need to advice u, all im gonna say, you are the girl. you are the one, i truly truly love your energy. Baddest bitch in the game lmaoo.

I said im not gonna advice you, but i cant stop me, so here it goes, STOP LOOKING INTO THE PAST. What's past is past. Fuck him, fuck them, they didnt deserve you. Look ahead so much is waiting for you, somewhere is waiting for you. And this time, they will deserve you. U will watch it begin again, only better.

A song recommendation that i NEED you to listen to (make sure u listen to taylor's version only tho 🔪🔪)

iv

9 of swords

Hey love, listen to me very carefully, YOU CANT BALANCE IT ALL. whatever you are trying to balance, is taking a toll on you. It's too much work and it's fucking you up mentally. It's too much and read to this even more carefully YOU ARE NOT TO BLAME. Ur only human. Either give one of it up, or just free yourself from both( i suggest this). Life is much more than this situation that you are in. And there's better days to come. But you take this decision. U need to take this decision.

A song recommendation that im certain you already know but i think would a good awakening for u :

v

Knight of cups

He is very close. Nearly here. And my god, ur night in his shinning armor is one hell of a night ( THE BEST INTENTIONS LITERALLY ) . Idk girl what u have been manifesting, but that shit is CLOSE, very freaking close. My advice? Just keep doing whatever ur doing. U r doing good, and u will do even better.

Song recommendation(huh... interesting, idk i got this song, but it came very strongly, so listen u never know what's in it for u) / interestedly three things came on strong 1. "Combat" 2. " they see right through me, can you see right through me" 3. "Cause all my enemies started off as friends"

vi

Page of wands

Oh my god, this was like the messiest group everrr! Here's the thing lmao u got many cards, but it just kept going back and forth but one thing im certain about is the page of wands energy all over you. So this group are just very young compared to the rest, or just not in control of their life whatsoever.

For some i see patents getting divorced, families arguing, not very good home environment. And then there's u, amidst all this mess, the shinning one. U have many goals, you are a seeker and a dreamer, u want more. Im hearing " an art deco, Shining like gun metal" and u want more. U want more for you, u want the light, the fame and everything else too. A hungry soul.

" i want my cake and i wanna eat it too"

My advice? It dont matter. U will do as u wish, no one can stop u nor change you. U remind me too much of myself, i know ur ache.

Your song recommendation? Art deco. That song describes you perfectly.

Anyways now that's over, y'all better follow me, i mean who will do u better than i?

Alsooo u can always submit what u want me to do a reading on next by simply commenting ur subject of interest ( no private readings bro i aint got no time for that)

Anyways peace out, bye.

#occult #pac reading #tarot #tarotdaily #pick a pile #pick a picture #pick a card reading #pick a photo #free tarot #daily tarot #tarot reading #free tarot reading #song recs #red taylor’s version #lana is god #lana del ray lyrics #lust for life #Spotify

[quitealotofsodapop]

So what's your opinion on Tripitaka/Sanzang?

A lot of people tend to write him as abusive. Granted the fillet was messed up. Though a lot of people tend to forget that he was only human. Not just that but he was surrounded by confirmed human eaters, I mean Ao Lie wasn't confirmed but I'm pretty certain he ate people too.

This doesn't also consider the fact that Tripitaka was sheltered his whole life, had a complicated and convoluted family, and was basically shoved into this journey with no warnings whatsoever.

My hc for Tripitaka was that he was a sheltered, neurotic, mess surrounded by ex-convicts.

He falls so often for dirty tricks and traps partly because he doesnt *want* to believe that there's so much evil in world. He's human compassion personified.

He probably thought that the fillet was given to him for a reason, no matter how messed up it was as essentially being a shock collar for SWK. But tbf SWK did pretty much tell Tripitaka that he'd kill him if he p-d him off enough. Sooo the monk has reasonable doubt.

A huge aspect of Jttw is that Tripitaka became almost a fatherly figure to Wukong - someone who was willing to geniunely guide his emotions. But Tripitaka was also 20-something human parenting a 1k+ monkey demon. He didnt have books or experience to tell him how to deal with SWK getting murder-y on bandits, or even emotionally tackle the possibility of SWK killing an innocent person.

However from an outside observer (i.e, Macaque), Tripitaka looked like an unreasonable man holding the key that imprisoned a hero just to keep a moral high-ground. If Tripitaka had *known* of Macaque ahead of the deception, then likely would have welcomed the other monkey to the pilgrimage with open arms.

Ofc Macaque would rather die than join some "worthless" holy mission that kept his best friend/mate away from returning home and to him. So...

In the end, Tripitaka *tried* and that meant the world to Wukong.

But the existance of Tang in the present suggests an interesting contradiction to Tripitaka's ending...

Tripitaka was meant to be the *last* Golden Cicada incarnation... unless someone he did/or felt that he did led to him not obtaining enlightenment.

Maybe the monk felt guilt for Macaque's passing? For the pain that could have been spared if he'd just trusted Wukong's judgement? The demons that he could have redeemed rather than let be killed?

Perhals in shedding his mortal form as a cicada does his childhood shell in Chapter 98; Tripitaka may have decided that he still needed some time to "grow up" so to say. His presence at Red Son's ritual many years on suggests that he atleast stays in the mortal realm for some time.

And maybe keep an eye on the next generation, unlike real life cicadas are unable to.

Tldr: Tripitaka is a fascinating character, (especially to a high-empathy, bad-with-detecting-lies autistic person like myself) and its way too easy for writers to interpet him as an abusive jerk when in reality he was just trying to be a good person and survive whilst surrounded by so much danger and corruption.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #jttw character analysis #lmk character analysis #lmk tripitaka #journey to the west

[minglana]

i was sad bc i miss my friend but also im tired of being the only one to reach out so i stopped trying, but yesterday his gf told me he doesnt like catalans AT ALL so. yknow. im not sad abt missing him anymore. im just MAD

#like GIRL first of all your most listened to band is oques grasses AND you like catalan #yet he refuses to listen to them bc they sing in catalan? #leave him. AND IVE KNOWN HIM FOR LONGER THAN IVE KNOWN YOU. like pls leave him #also. i cant believe i considered him my best friend? like he heard me talking abt cat all the time #and he always encouraged me to say a word in catalan if i couldnt think of it in spanish. guess i shouldve like. trusted my first instinct #when he made a joke the first yr i met him abt catalans. and i got mad. and then the next morning he said something again :) #anyways i cant believe ive actually poured my heart out to him lmao #i hate this bc in aragon its literally so hard to find ppl who actually. yknow. RESPECT catalans and think of us as like. living breathing #humans. instead of. idk. crazy ass independentists who want death to spain. which most of us do but thats BESIDE THE POINT #if i didnt actually have friends who hated/are 'iffy' on catalunya i'd literally have no friends at all #like hello can i have decent ppl who actually respect. my family. my ROOTS. HALF MY CULTURE? apparently NOT #i just wonder how many aragonese-catalans feel like me i truly feel like im going through this world alone. in this sense #too aragonese for the catalans and too catalan for the aragonese folks. i truly just. dont fit in anywhere #except in my immediate mom's family where we're 50% aragoneses and 50% catalans #thats the only place i fit in. in that sense #this like. constant identity crisis for me is way too fucking much for my pea sized brain😔 #z xarre

[slashingdisneypasta]

Slashers / Horror Villains as: Animated (Children’s) Movie Villain Songs

+ A Nightmare Before Christmas 

First of all, its mostly Disney. Second of all, I hope you know that this was a struggle for me. 

Also, note, Bubba will be the only Leatherface in this post and Billy and Stu will be the only Ghostfaces. There is Norma Bates though, so sort of a consolation. 

There are links to videos on YouTube ^^

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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher / Ghostface: Playing With the Big Boy’s Now (Hotep and Huy, Prince of Egypt) 

Well... they’re part of the ‘big boys’, now! They are part of the Slashers group that, uh, ‘inspired them’. Imagine instead of Egyptian Gods, they’re chanting Slasher names. 

[HUY] Pick up your silly twig, boy [HOTEP & HUY] You're playing with the big boys now! Ha ha ha ha!

[EGYPTIAN PRIESTS] By the power of Ra Mut, Nut, Khnum, Ptah Sobek, Sekhmet, Sokar, Selket Anubis, Anukis Hemsut, Tefnut, Meshkent, Mafdet... 

Chop Top and Nubbins + Bubba Sawyer / Leatherface: Kidnap Mr Sandy Claws (Lock, Shock and Barrel, Nightmare Before Christmas) 

I mean... they aren't Drayton’s minions, but they are like this XD 

I say that we take a cannon, aim it at his door And then knock three times And when he answers Sandy Claws will be no more

Yes you're so stupid, think now If we blow him up to smithereens We may lose some pieces And then Jack will beat us black and green

Kidnap the Sandy Claws Tie him in a bag

Chucky / Charles Lee Ray: In The Dark Of The Night (Rasputin, Anastasia)

Mystical man? Check! ‘Betrayal’ (As far as he sees it)? Check. Made them pay? Check; I think Nica, Sarah and all the other families he destroys throughout the franchise can attest to that. And ‘One little girl got away’? Well Andy isn’t a girl, but yeah. Check. 

I was once the most mystical man in all Russia When the royals betrayed me they mad a mistake My curse made each of them pay But one little girl got away Little Anya, beware Rasputin's awake

Drayton Sawyer: Don’t Fall In Love (Forte, Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas) 

Its such a crochety, unessessarily rude way of describing relationships to someone! I mean, I understand completely and resonate deeply with the desire to be alone and not be responsible for anyone else, but- come on! Beast doesn't share your view! Let it go! 

Its just like Drayton’s reaction to Bubba having a crush. Super cool video too! 

As soon as your heart rules your head Your life is not your own It's hell when someone's always there It's bliss to be alone

And love of any kind is bad A dog, a child, a cat They take up so much precious time Now, where's the sense in that?

Freddy Krueger: No More Mr Nice Guy (Rothbart, Swan Princess) 

A man with an uncomfortable relationship with the main female character pretending to be normal and not homicidal for a while before unlocking more power and letting there inner bad guy loose and taking great pleasure in it? Sounds familiar. They also have a similar vocabulary- except of course Rothbart is rated G. 

I'll become that nasty, naughty, dirty, spiteful Wicked, wayward, way-delightful Bad guy I was born to be

Lyin' loathesome, never-tender Indiscreet repeat offender No more Mr Nice Guy That's not me 

Inkubus: The World’s Greatest Criminal Mind (Professor Rattigan, The Greatest Mouse Detective)

‘Inkubus’ is literally a movie about him listing all his crimes over the centuries and messing with the police force because he has a bone to pick with a detective. Sounds pretty similar to me! Listen to the song! ^^

Now comes the real tour de force Tricky and wicked, of course! My earlier crimes were fine for their times But now that I'm at it again An even grimmer plot has been simmering In my great criminal brain! 

Jason Voorhees: Despicable Me (About Gru, Despicable Me) 

I... this is all I could think of!! But the more I listen to it and read the lyrics... it f i t s Jason so well! XD Please just let this slide; I know Gru isn't really a villain but he is at the start!! Let me have this. 

Why ask why? Better yet "Why not?" Why are you marking x on that spot? Why use a blow torch isn't that hot? Why use a chainsaw? Is that all you got? Why do you like seeing people in shock? But my question to you is "Why not?" Why go to the bank and stand in line Just use a freeze gun it saves me time. I'm havin' a bad, bad day It's about time that I get my way Steam rollin' whatever I see, Huh, despicable me I'm havin' a bad, bad day If you take it personal that's okay Watch, this is so fun to see Huh, despicable me

Jennifer Check: Trust In Me (Kaa, The Jungle Book) 

She’s a succubus demon. Tempting boys into a safe-feeling, docile state so she she can strike is her thing. 

Will cease to resist Just relax Be at rest Like a bird In a nest

Trust in me Just in me Shut your eyes And trust in me

Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone: Savages (Governor Ratcliffe and the Colonizer’s parts, Pocahontas) 

Obviously, because of the (Inaccurate) historical relevance of both movies (Different time’s, same terrible prejudice,) and also because there is definitely a very cult-ish feel about both Governor Ratcliffe’s song and Buckman’s leadership. How easily they’re able to gather support from their people for the most horrible reasons. How horrifying it is to audiences and historians. 

They're only good when dead They're vermin, as I said And worse

They're savages! Savages!

Barely even human

Savages! Savages!

Drive them from our shore! They're not like you and me Which means they must be evil We must sound the drums of war!

Michael Myers: The Gospel Truth II (Muses about Hades, Hercules)

In a Disney movie, Michael would have others sing his song about him as he goes about his silent, determined walking XD 

If there's one God you don't want to get steamed up It's Hades 'Cause he had an evil plan He ran the underworld But thought the dead were dull and uncouth He was as mean as he was ruthless And that's the gospel truth He had a plan to shake things up And that's the gospel truth

Midnight Man: Oogie Boogie’s Song (Oogie Boogie, Nightmare Before Christmas)

A song about a “Gamblin’ Boogie Man” is perfect for the Midnight Man! He and Oogie could be pals. 

Woah! The sound of rollin' dice To me is music in the air 'Cause I'm a gamblin' Boogie Man Although I don't play fair It's much more fun, I must confess When lives are on the line Not mine, of course, but yours, old boy Now that'd be just fine

Norma Bates: Mother Knows Best Reprise (Mother Gothel, Tangled)

Norma is soooooo so so so unbelievably manipulative towards Norman (And Dylan. It just works better on Norman) and this song absolutely presents that. She can go from sweet, loving mother to spiteful, heinous bitch in two seconds if Norman or Dylan don't do what or react the way she wants them to. 

Likes you? Please, Rapunzel, that's demented

This is why you never should have left! Dear, this whole romance that you've invented, Just proves you're too naive to be here Why would he like you? Come on now, really! Look at you, you think that he's impressed? Don't be a dummy Come with mummy

Pamela Voorhees: My Lullaby (Zira, The Lion King 2)

In a opposite approach to a villainous mother to Norma, we have Pam, who was heartbroken by the camp councillors letting her son die and vowed to get revenge. She didn't know she was teaching Jason to be the Crystal Lake killer like Zira did, but she did, and the whole song does have her kind of feel to it also. 

Sleep, my little Kovu Let your dreams take wing One day when you're big and strong You will be a kingI've been exiled, persecuted Left alone with no defense When I think of what that brute did I get a little tense But I dream a dream so pretty That I don't feel so depressed 'Cause it soothes my inner kitty And it helps me get some rest

Patrick Bateman: Cruella De Vil (Arthur, 101 Dalmations) 

Never before was there a song that described audiences reaction to watching Patrick living in his daily life and hearing his thoughts better then this one. 

Cruella De Vil Cruella De Vil If she doesn't scare you No evil thing will To see her is to Take a sudden chill Cruella, Cruella De Vil

The curl of her lips The ice in her stare All innocent children Had better beware She's like a spider waiting For the kill Look out for Cruella De Vil

Pennywise (Both): You’re Only Second Rate (Jafar, Return of Jafar)

Mostly for the video and Jafar’s energy in this scene actually XD So many transformations, so many tasteless puns! I was going to give this to Freddy but its the closest thing to Penny I could think of. 

Go ahead and zap me with the big surprise Snap me in a trap, cut me down to size I'll make a great escape It's just a piece of cake You're only second rate You know your hocus-pocus isn't tough enough And your mumbo-jumbo doesn't measure up Let me pontificate upon your sorry state You're only second rate

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt: Hellfire (Judge Claude Frollo, Hunchback of Notre Dame) 

A nasty filthy man who think’s he’s in the right despite being the biggest creep and monster ever? Mhm. 

*Note: I honestly didn't notice the deformed baby, Quasimodo/Thomas link until the day after I wrote this. Don't know how I feel about it. I mean, Hoyt is actually nice, in his way, to Thomas so the connection isn't totally there but onwards:

Beata Maria You know I am a righteous man Of my virtue I am justly proud

Beata Maria You know I'm so much purer than The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd 

End of Post! 🌼

(Bonus’ under the cut) 

I did think of other connections which I obviously didnt landed on but still have merit! Here! 

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher: ‘Gaston’ was considered, but that would have just been a joke XD I don’t think Stu is quite as obsessed with Billy as LeFou is with Gaston. 

Chucky: Friends on the Other Side. Obviously! That link was actually what inspired me to make this post. In The Dark of Night fits to a T though. 

Freddy Krueger: You’re Only Second Rate! Ah, its perfectttt. But No More Mr Nice Guy fits better. If I ever do a Slashers as Disney Villains post, he’ll be Jafar for sure. Or Hades. Or Scar. Or Oogie. Probably Hades. You know what? Without the gore and blood and explicit sexual references, Freddy could be a Disney Villain himself. Its not like Disney hasn't towed the line before with perverted villains. >_> (Jafar and Frollo) 

Jason and Pamela Voorhees: Mother Knows Best! Of course. 

Jennifer Check: Love is For Peasants (Barbie Island Princess) Because Jennifer thinks like this: 

Men? <<< Literally anything else. 

Patrick Bateman: How Can I Refuse? (From Barbie Princess and the Pauper) XD If Patrick were a kids movie villain, he would totally join the ranks of corrupted usurpers pretending to be trustworthy royal advisory staff. Also ‘Let It Die’, that little interruption part of another song that O’Hare sings in the Lorax and ‘How Bad Can I be?’. 

#Sheriff Hoyt #Charlie Hewitt #Pennywise #Patrick Bateman #Pamela Voorhees #Norma Bates #Midnight Man #Michael Myers #Mayor Buckman #Granny Boone #Jennifer Check #Jason Voorhees #Inkubus #Freddy Krueger #Drayton Sawyer #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #Chop Top Sawyer #Bubba Sawyer #Nubbins Sawyer #Disney Villain Songs #Disney Villains #Disney Songs #Horror Villains #Slashers #Slashers / Horror Villains as: Animated (Children’s) Movie Villain Songs

[kaiisenn]

Reiner Braun x Fem! Reader: Angst

It all happened to quick...

One moment your all coming back from saving Ymir, Krista, Bertholdt and your boyfriend Reiner. You just wanted to check up on your boyfriend, you didn't know how things would end.

"I'm the armored titan and he's the colossal titan" Reiner spoke out like it was nothing look at you and Eren with a strong gaze "you're just tired, aren't you?" Eren placed a hand onto Reiners shoulder inspecting his face for any signs of tiredness "Right, Bertholdt. You've been through hmmm t so much, it's making you crazy!" Turning his direction towards the said brunette "Yeah, Reiner come on making a joke like that isn't funny!" You spoke out, a thin layer of fearful sweat starting to coat your body "Y-Yeah, Reiner's just really tired" Bertholdt stuttered out, taking a step back away from them Eren spoke "Besides, If you were really the Armored Titian that wants to destroy humanity....why would you be asking me this in the first place? What did you think would happen? That I'd nod and say 'sure let's go?'" Reiner just stood there looking at the two of you with wide eyes and a open jaw "Oh right. That's right. What the hell was I thinking?" Reiner finally mumbled out "Have I really gone crazy?"

Taking a step toward him the big blonde you speak out "Reiner, come on let's go home. You obviously need some rest, so why don't we go back together?" Looking at him expectantly, with hopeful eyes. Hoping this was all a bad joke, that your precious Reiner wasn't actually a man killing titan wanting to wipe what's left of humanity.

In the harsh wind the flag that was held up by a skinny stick finally breaks. Jumping at the expectancy you and Eren look towards where the flag use to stand tall and proud. Even if it was beaten and torn. Sunshine breaking through the clouds sets the scenery for change "I see... that's it. I've been here too long for my own good." A serious Reiner looks down at the ground "Its been three long years... We were just kids... we didnt know anything. If only I never knew that there were people like this...I... wouldn't have become....such a half assed piece of shit!" Tears began to form in his eye, wanting to do nothing more than help the one you love you tried making your way over to Reiner. Hand making it's way to caress his cheek, but before you could get the change Reiner slapped it away pushing you back with such force your butt landed on the ground. "It's too late now.... I don't know what's right anymore. But the only choice for me now.... is to face the consequences of my actions...and as a warrior...fulfill my duty to the bitter end!" Taking his arm out of the makeshift sleeve Krista made for him.

Showing his wounded arm starting to heal itself. Bertholdt coming to his side "Reiner! Are we doing it?! Now?! Right here?!" Screaming out just in case his friend was too absorbed in his own thoughts to hear him "yeah.. we settle this.. right here, right now!" Reiner replied back simply, running towards the edge of the wall. Before he could even jump Mikasa came to put an end to things, using her ODM gear to articulate her way to cut his hand off as well as cut his other arm badly. Making her way to Bertholdt she cut at his throat trying to kill him "EREN, Y/N. RUN!" she screamed out standing over Bertholdt with her blade ready "MIKASA WATCH OUT!!" You scream from your position on the ground, warning her about her other enemy. It was too late, he got elbowed off of Bertholdt by Reiner and off the wall, thankfully she had her ODM gear to grapple onto the side of the wall before the was too far away from them "Bertholdt!" Reiner screamed out indicating for his friend to transform "REINER!" reaching your hand out to try to stop your lover from making this mistake, hearing the others telling you two to run from them..

But it was too late, the impact and pressure from both of their transformations was blowing you all away from them, before you could get too far the armored titan took ahold of you..

Waking up in high in a tree was not the best or most expected way, sitting up way to fast a headache came over you. Holding your head for a few seconds you look up to see a legless and armless Ymir sitting right infront of you, and behind her a passed out Eren with no limbs at all "Oh my lord! Are you two alright!?" You asked reaching out to them "I mean, I've clearly been in better shape but I'm working on it. You on the other hand, you're not looking too hot, Y/n" A sarcastic Ymir comments sending you a smirk "Me-? I fell kin-" you cut yourself off turning your focus onto the men standing on the other tree, acting all high and mighty "Good Morning, Princess" Reiner spoke out, thick arms crossed over his chest "Reiner-!" You stand up too quickly almost losing your balence until Ymir grabs you by the ankle to keep you steady, you shoot you a thankful smile as she nods in return. Turning your rage to your boyfriend you scream out "Reiner, what the hell is going on?!" Fist clenching at your sides "What's going on our little Y/n, is that Reiner and Bertholdt are little traitors" eyes widening at the freckled brunettes statement "Ymir, come on stop joking this is Reiner and Bertholdt were talk-" suddenly the rush of memories fill your brain up as you think about what happened before you woke up here "Y/n, I'm sorry to tell you this but-" "YOU'RE SORRY?! HOW CAN YOU BE SORRY YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE YOU KILLED AND FOR WHAT?? JUST CAUSE?! IT WAS YOU THAT DAY WALL MARIA WAS BREACHED!!"

"Hey, Y/n. What's got you so down?" Reiner comes walking up to you when you were alone at dinner "Ah nothing, I guess I was lost in my own head." You dryly chuckle and look to the side to keep your gaze away from his intruding eyes "Come on, I'm sure talking about it would help." Looking into his eyes you could see how sincere he was about wanting to listen and help you with whatever you were going through "I guess, if it's not too much of a burden on you." Grabbing your hands into his much bigger ones Reiner took your hands and led them to his lips giving them a sweet kiss "I'd do anything for you, Y/n"

At the time it was a sweet gesture, not only showing his love and loyalty to you but giving you a new reason to keep on pushing in this life. Now it's a bittersweet memory, thoughts of how he betrayed you swarming your mind, making you feel dizzy "my family... I told you how they were killed that day, I told you how when the titans breached the wall a huge chunk of rock trapped them in the house, and the only thing I could do was watch as my friends and family were eaten right infront of my eyes.... that day I lost everything, I had to steal to get food, I wore the same clothes every single day, my life was a living hell after that day and the only reason all that happened....Was because of you!" Erratic breathing and Ymir's tight hold on your ankle was your only thing connecting you to the real world "I know I didn't have it the worst, there is definitely people who have it worse than me. But to know all this time I've been living in a imagined paradise with the same person responsible for my family's death-" Clasping your hand over your mouth to stop any liquid from spilling out , squatting on the thick branch feeling Ymirs hand caress gentle circles on your back "Do you find some sick joke in all of this?! You bastard!! Do you not have any remorse for the people you've killed?! Men, Women, Children?!!" Tears spilling out of your eyes like a waterfall "You must be real happy with yourself knowing you have mankind hanging off of a thread!" Words just came spilling out of your mouth, the hatred for the titans that killed your life finally being released after years and years of keeping it in "I had no choice!!" Reiner shut you up before you could get another word in "how laughable-" you gave a raspy, dry chuckle to his defensiveness

"Y/n, don't trust to easily. You never know how people actually are." Your father spoke, a frown placed on his face "Awe come on pops, don't worry about me when you should worry about not getting anymore wrinkles on that face! Come on smilee" you gave a cheeky grin using your index fingers to lift your smile up more

"Was I just your pawn in all of this? Was I just someone you could use? Was everything a lie?" Before he could answer any of those questions a green smoke flare grabbed everyone attention "The Survey Corp is already here?!" Bertholdt shouted out looking at Reiner for guidance "We take them and go" Using his ODM gear he knocked you out and took both you and Eren, zipping away from the Survey Corp.

In the end, you arrived back home with Mikasa, Eren, Armin and the others after a long and devastating fight. Your questions were never answered and your heart would forever be broken.

THAT WAS A SUPER ASS ENDING BUT I HOPED YOU ENJOY REINER IS SO SEXY I HAVE TO DO SCHOOL WORK CAUSE I PUT IT OFF FOR THE PAST FEW HOURS TO WRITE THIS ANYWAYS REINER IS SEXY 🤰🏽🤰🏽🛐

-Kaii

#reiner x reader #reiner braun #attack on titan #armin aot #aot fanfiction #aot x reader #aot #levi ackerman x reader #shingeki no kyoujin levi #shingeki no kyoujin manga #fanfic #fangirl #fandom #anime x reader #anime

[skunkes]

I refuse to actually research on. history bc thats not my interest AT ALL id much rather create alt worlds (but no i wouldnt bc thats also work hdjsjfjskf) so forgive me for being like. Blatantly factually incorrect or not giving a shit wrt talon being centuries old like i dont care about [history] im jst gonna make stuff up or speculate recreationally

Anyway its easy to inflict more angst on him seeing as how we have the same disease wrt a specific subject

Talon's whole deal is that he had a family he loved that he lost to time due to becoming immortal ➡️ not wanting to inflict the same curse onto his loved ones okay yes we know the trope

He struggles forming relationships w other vampires bc the ones in his area dont get along well w him they hate his ass. And he struggles w mortal persons bc he doesnt wanna get attached and see them eventually d*e too

biggest conflict is when he finds himself finally falling in love w someone again and he struggles with feeling like he's betraying the memory of his wife (and then possibly MORE conflict if i decide she's human bc then he has to decide whether to turn her into a vampire or not (and if he turns her, why didnt he do the same, in the past, for his wife and his child? Etc.))

w all this established i keep thinking about like. Man a lot has changed in just several hundred years. Its probably some sort of miracle he'd even managed to make it to his age back then before he was turned. Would it not shatter your bones to think about how if you and your loved one(s) born centuries ago had been born today, your life expectancy would be better than it was back then? You'd fare better against disease? He wishes they were still around. Today's people have it so much better than he did. They get to spend more time w each other.

I personally always think about dumb stuff like "what if I d*e and then 1 year later a game that would have been my favorite thing ever comes out" or like "how many people have passed before what wouldve been their favorite movie came out. Or before something groundbreaking happened in the world" so i can also imagine him just ruminating and wondering about stuff w regard to his wife and [child] surrounded by modern things. Would she have liked x? Would he have liked y? He can only think in hypotheticals about them now. He's even started to forget what it was like back then. Or what they sounded like. Can he even trust his memories of them, do they pale in comparison to the things you can experience in the modern day etc etc

But ywes...he's miserable and alone. I know whatever i settle on for the new person in his life will continue to wear on him because he wonders if he made the right choice leaving his family behind while he's forced to stay here. Like would they have had an easier time forming relationships with other immortal beings, unlike him? Would they have a better handle on losing mortal friends, unlike him? It doesn't matter now. He made his choice

Etc

#talkys #urgh. talon is definitely how im. well not working through but manifesting my anticipatory grief #and general grief. he's just Grief he's made of grief and grieving #the only thing is we're both mentally ill about d**th so talon wont ever get a resolution unless i do LOL and i dont think i ever will so #oc text #long post - #i also have to think about who turned him into a vampire but that's a hard subject atm like there has to be SOMETHING #restraining him or keeping him from remembering who did it bc he'd k*ll that vampire for real. #(and then regret it)(and feel bad)(+ cry over how he can send others to d**th but not himself bc he's afraid)

[bogkeep]

hmmmmmmmmmm maybe i’ll write an Introspective Musing Post about my relationship to religion and their depiction in stories because i’ve pondering about this topic lately

so for those who are reading this and DON’T know what’s been going on...  there’s this webcomic i fell in love with some years ago, about six years actually, that depicts a post-apocalyptic fantasy/horror adventure set in the nordic countries. it had, and has still, some very uncomfortable flaws regarding racial representation, and the creator has historically not dealt very well with criticism towards it. it’s a whole Thing. my relationship with this comic has fluctuated a lot, since there are a lot of elements in it i DO love and i still feel very nostalgic about, and like idk i felt like i trust my skills in critical thinking enough to keep reading. aaand then the creator went a teensy bit off the deep end created a whole minicomic which is like... a lukewarm social media dystopia where christians are oppressed (and also everyone is a cute bunny, including our lord and saviour jesus christ). which is already tonedeaf enough considering there are religious people who DO get prosecuted for their faith, like, that’s an actual reality for a lot of people - but as far as i can tell, usually not christians. and then there’s an afterword that’s like, “anyway i got recently converted and realized i’m a disgusting human being full of sin who doesn’t deserve redemption but jesus loves me so i’ll be fine!! remember to repent for your sins xoxo” and a bunch of other stuff and IT’S KIND OF REALLY CONCERNING i have, uh, been habitually looking at the reactions to and discussions around this, maybe it’s not very self care of me but there’s a lot of overwhelming things rn and it’s fantastically distracting, yknow? like, overall this situation is fairly reminiscent of the whole jkr thing. creator of a series that is Fairly Beloved, does something hurtful, handles backlash in a weird way, a lot of people start taking distance from Beloved Series or find ways to enjoy it on their own terms, creator later reveals to have been fully radicalized and releases a whole manifesto, and any and all criticism gets framed as harassment and proving them right. of course, one of them is a super rich person with a LOT of media power and a topic that is a lot more destructive in our current zeitgeist, and the other is an independent webcomic creator, so it’s  not the same situation. just similar vibez ya feel as a result of this, i have been Thinking. and just this feels like some sort of defeat like god dammit she got me i AM thinking about the topic she wrote about!!! i should dismiss the whole thing!!! but thinking about topics is probably a good thing so hey lets go. me, i’m agnostic. i understand that this is a ‘lazy’ position to take, but it’s what works for me. i simply do not vibe with organized religion, personally. (i had the wikipedia page for ‘chaos magic’ open in a tab for several weeks, if that helps.) i was raised by atheists in a majorly atheist culture. christian atheist, i should specify. norway has been mostly and historically lutheran, and religion has usually been a private and personal thing. it turns out the teacher i had in 7th grade was mormon, but i ONLY found out because he showed up in a tv series discussing religious groups in norway later, and he was honestly one of the best teachers i have ever had - he reignited the whole class’ interest in science, math, and dungeons and dragons. it was a real “wait WHAT” moment for my teenage self. i think i was briefly converted to christianity by my friend when i was like 7, who grew up in a christian family (i visited them a couple times and always forgot they do prayers before dinner. oops!), but like, she ALSO made me believe she was the guardian of a secret magic orb that controls the entire world and if i told anybody the world would burn down in 3 seconds. i only suspected something was off when one day the Orb ran on batteries, and another day the Orb had to be plugged in to charge. in my defense i really wanted to be part of a cool fantasy plot. i had no idea how to be a christian beyond “uuuuh believe in god i guess” so it just faded away on its own. when i met this friend several years later, she was no longer christian. i think every childhood friend of mine who grew up in a christian family, was no longer christian when they grew up. most notably my closest internet friend whose family was catholic - she had several siblings, and each of them took a wildly different path, from hippie treehugger to laveyan satanist or something in that area. (i joined them for a sermon in a church when they visited my town. my phone went off during it because i had forgotten to silence it. oops!) ((i also really liked their mother’s interpretation of purgatory. she explained it as a bath, not fire. i like that.)) i have never had any personal negative experiences with christianity, despite being openly queer/gay/trans. the only time someone has directly told me i’m going to hell was some guy who saw me wearing a hoodie on norway’s constitution day. yeah i still remember that you bastard i’ve sworn to be spiteful about it till the day i die!! i’ve actually had much more insufferable interactions with the obnoxious kind of atheists - like yes yes i agree with you on a lot but that doesn’t diminish your ability to be an absolute hypocrite, it turns out? i remember going to see the movie ‘noah’ with a friend who had recently discovered reddit atheism and it was just really exhausting to discuss it with her. one of these Obnoxious Atheists is my Own Mother. which is a little strange, honestly, because she LOVES visiting churches for the Aesthetic and Architecture. we cannot go anywhere without having to stop by a pretty church to Admire and Explore. I’VE BEEN IN SO MANY CHURCHES FOR AN ATHEIST RAISED NON-CHRISTIAN. i’ve been to the vatican TWICE (i genuinely don’t even know how much of my extended family is christian. up north in the tiny village i come from, i believe my uncle is the churchkeeper, and it’s the only building in the area that did not get burnt down by the the nazis during ww2 - mostly because soldiers needed a place to sleep. still don’t know whether or not said uncle believes or not, because hey, it’s Personal) i think my biggest personal relationship to religion, and christianity specifically, has been academic. yeah, we learned a brief synopsis of world religions at school (and i remember the class used to be called ‘christianity, religion, and ethics’ and got changed to ‘religion, beliefs, and ethics’ which is cool. it was probably a big discourse but i was a teen who didnt care), but also my bachelor degree is in art history, specifically western art history because it’s a vast sprawling topic and they had to distill it as best they could SIGHS. western art history is deeply entangled with the history of the church, and i think the most i’ve ever learnt about christianity is through these classes (one of my professors wrote an article about how jesus can be interpreted as queer which i Deeply Appreciate). i also specifically tried to diversify my academic input by picking classes such as ‘depiction of muslims and jewish people in western medieval art’ and ‘art and religion’ when i was an exchange student in canada, along with 101 classes in anthropology and archaeology. because i think human diversity and culture is very cool and i want to absorb that knowledge as best as i can. i think my exchange semester in canada was the most religiously diverse space have ever been in, to be honest. now as an adult i have more christian friends again, but friends who chose it for themselves, and who practice in ways that sound good and healthy, like a place of solace and community for them. the vast majority of my friends are queer too, yknow?? i’ve known too many people who have seen these identities as fated opposites, but they aren’t, they’re just parts of who people are. it’s like... i genuinely love people having their faiths and beliefs so much. i love people finding that space where they belong and feel safe in. i love people having communities and heritages and connections. i deeply respect and admire opening up that space for faith within any other communities, like... if i’m going to listen to a podcast about scepticism and cults, i am not going to listen to it if it’s just an excuse to bash religion. i think the search for truth needs to be compassionate, always. you can acknowledge that crystals are cool and make people happy AND that multi level marketing schemes are deeply harmful and prey on people in vulnerable situaitons. YOU KNOW???? so now’s when i bring up Apocalypse Comic again. one of the things i really did like about it was, ironically, how it handled religion. in its setting, people have returned to old gods, and their magic drew power from their religion. characters from different regions had different beliefs and sources. in the first arc, they meet the spirit of a lutheran pastor, who ends up helping them with her powers. it was treated as, in the creators own words, ‘just another mythology’. and honestly? i love that. it was one of the nicest depictions i’ve seen of christianity in fiction, and as something that could coexist with other faiths. I Vibe With That. and then, uh, then... bunny dystopia comic. it just... it just straight up tells you christianity is literally the only way to..?? be a good person??? i guess?? i’m still kind of struggling to parse what exactly it wanted to say. the evil social media overlord bird tells you the bible makes you a DANGEROUS FREETHINKER, but the comic also treats rewriting the bible or finding your own way to faith as something,, Bad. The Bible Must Remain Unsullied. Never Criticize The Bible. also, doing good things just for social media clout is bad and selfish. you should do good things so you don’t burn in hell instead. is that the message? it reads a lot like the comic creator already had the idea for the comic, but only got the urge to make it after she was converted and needed to spread the good word. you do you i guess!! i understand that she’s new to this and probably Going Through Something, and this is just a step on her journey. but the absolute self-loathing she described in her afterword... it does not sound good. i’m just some agnostic kid so what do i know, but i do not think that kind of self-flagellating is a kind faith to have for yourself. i might not ever have been properly religious, but you know what i AM familiar with? a brain wired for ocd and intrusive thoughts. for a lot of my life i’ve struggled with my own kind of purity complex. i’ve had this really strange sensitivity for things that felt ‘tainted’. i’ve experienced having to remove more and more words from my vocabulary because they were Bad and i did not want to sully my sentences. it stacked, too - if a word turned out to be an euphemism for something, i could never feel comfortable saying it again. i still struggle a bit with these things, but i have confronted these things within myself. i’ve had to make myself comfortable with imperfection and ‘tainted’ things and accept that these are just, arbitrary categories my mind made up. maybe that’s the reason i can’t do organized religion even if i found one that fit for me - just like diets can trigger disordered eating, i think it would carve some bad brainpaths for me. so yeah i’m worried i guess! i’m worried when people think it’s so good that she finally found the correct faith even if it’s causing all this self-hate. is there really not a better way? or are they just trusting she’ll find it? and yeah it’s none of my concern, it’s like, i worry for jkr too but i do not want her within miles of my trans self thANKS. so like, i DO enjoy media that explores faith and what it means for you. my favourite band is the oh hellos, which DOES draw on faith and the songwriter’s experience with it. because of my religious iliteracy most of it has flown over my head for years and i’m like “oh hey this is gay” and then only later realize it was about god all along Probably. i like what they’ve done with the place. also, stormlight archive - i had NO idea sanderson was mormon, the way he writes his characters, many of whom actively discuss religion and their relationship to it. i love that about the books, honestly. Media That Explores Religion In A Complex And Compassionate Way... we like that i’ve been thinking about my own stories too, and how i might want to explore faith in them. most of my settings are based on magic and it’s like, what role does religion have in a world where gods are real and makes u magic. in sparrow spellcaster’s story, xe creates? summons? an old god - brings them to life out of the idea of them. it’s a story about hubris, mostly. then there’s iphimery, the story where i am actively fleshing out a pantheon. there’s no doubt the gods are real in the fantasy version of iphimery, they are the source of magic and sustain themselves on slivers of humanity in exchange. but in the modern version, where they are mostly forgotten? that’s some room for me to explore, i think. especially the character of timian, who comes from a smaller town and moves to a large and diverse city. in the fantasy story, the guardian deity chooses his sister as a vessel. in the modern setting, that does not happen, and i don’t yet know what does, but i really want timian to be someone who struggles with his identity - his faith, his sexuality, the expectations cast upon him by his hometown... i’m sure it’s a cliché story retold through a million gay characters but i want to do it too okay. i want to see him carve out his own way of existing within the world because i care him and want to see him thrive!!! alrighty i THINK that’s all i wanted to write. thanks if you read all of this, and if you didn’t that’s super cool have a nice day !

#rambles #i wrote this for me and theres no obligation to read it

[fuckblizzardbearlover]

Kinda sad there wasnt more angst over bertrend. Or rather sad cus i cant help but thinking of what id do in this group. I wanted to make an ignorant but well meaning monk/paladin a young guy who grew up in a snall monestary that didnt have much time for naval gazing as they spent most of their time farming and fixing and working just to take care of it since they were in the middle of nowhere so they had to be completely independant. And he left the monestary when one of the occassional visitors thry cloth and feed, that comes around now and then, killed many of them in their sleep and used their corpses to kill the rest.

Like i think that would be fun to explore especially with this group. Basically someone who grew up with a found family of 20 or so people who emphasised kindness and enjoying life (monestary would be modeled after Taoism which from what i read was more earthly and focused on doing good in life) and being efficient but compassionate. And while thry treated him right he didnt have a strong childhood cus he had to work so much and the few kids his age outpaced him (being a human monestary and him being a half elf) so his childhood friends outgrew him. So he has all this joy for life but has never seen the world, a will to help others and make friends but no experience with people . And spent his whole life being taught to be compassionate to strangers and respectful only for his whole family to be killed for truating the wrong stranger.

And how thats his conflict. Knowing and being raised to be open to strangers when he can only be out in the world because trust is what murdered his family. Trying his best to be kind in a confusing world even though deep down he doesnt know if these weirdos in the world deserve it

And then he does meet some new people, they protect him and help him and are kind to him if a little strange...and then one who reminds him of his "uncles" and "fathers" is suddenly killed. And even the most compassionate seem to accept it or want to move on quickly like.. and hes thinking "is there even a point to making friends if they can just be taken a way?" "Was i a fool to consider him my friend" "if i died would they be going through my pockets and shrugging " "am i being to harsh?" "Am i expecting to little?"

And just feeling like people are just to good and bad and both and more than he thought possible

#critical role

[sailor-jesss]

Long term platonic relationships can hurt worse and than break ups and divorces. Platonic relationships are filled with love and trust that goes beyond romantic relationships, and your platonic relationships are likely the most longest relationships we will have in our lives, and are there for us as we navigate new romantic relationships.

They say it takes about half the time you dated someone to get over them. What about platonic relationships? And when is it time to break up?

Michael was by best friend for 14 years. We never went to the same school, but we called each other every morning make sure we got out of bed. We spent hours every day talking on the landline because cell phone minutes were for emergencies. We would prank each other constantly with our parent's help, and we always found a ride to each other before we got our driver's learning permits. We were each other's prom dates even when we had real dates. Our platonic love would have to have something really bad for me to end one of the most beautiful friendships.

When I was 17, my friend from high school moved in with my family. She is an abusive narcissist who had put me and my family through years of tormet, and groomed me and hurt me until I was 25. But she was still one of my best friends and I let her control most aspects of my life. I was in love with her and confused by her making out with me and touching me then saying "we're straight, this isn't real". After years of abuse that resembled her adopted parents hitting her and pulling her hair, I was reaching a breaking point, especially with getting smacked in the head. Michael never saw this because why would he? He didn't live with us.

In 2017, her and an actual second generation Nazi under the Hitler regime in Germany, violently beat me, poured alcohol down my throat, and tried to rape me into a threesome with their two toddlers in the room.

That was the last time I saw her. And to her and others I "overreacted" and disappeared. But it wasn't all because of that one night, it was years of abuse that finally clicked in my head and realized how evil and vile of a human she is and all the hell she put me and my family through.

Michael knew her too. Considered her a sister like me, after all we lived together and were a perfect unit to be friends with.

Michael believes that everyone in the world is good and everyone only has good intentions. So Michael worked at a music studio where Nazi bands play and works at a bar that serves many white supremacists. He also knows gang members and so does the girl who will remained unnamed for HER safety regarding gangs she was dumb enough to fuck with.

When I told Michael what happened to me and the abuse I have gone through for years, he didn't believe me. The same way he didnt believe that his friend raped my friend way back in highschool. The same way he didnt believe that his other friend, who was raped by someone he knows very recently. I stopped talking to him for about two years because I was hurt that he would still talk to her. And get his hair done by her. How could he do that to me? He said he would protect me.

2 months ago he drunk called me and complained that I wouldn't forgive her and we can all be friends again. He used the "family example". I told him she wasnt my family, and if she was I would still never speak to her again. She violated me and put me in a room with a Nazi. He kept telling me I was overreacting and maybe he could be there and hold our hands to make amends. Completely flabbergasted, I never in a million years would have thought that my Mikey would have turned into a spineles man who lied to me about protecting me. He told me for years he would always protect me. And he said that to two other girls he was friends with, until they were raped. He's a pussy and a liar. He wouldn't fight a fly even if the fly raped his mother.

During the drunken phone call he shared some very racist and homophobic thoughts about my life. He was acephobic, transphobic, and panphobic. He told me he was worried about my safety based on the skin tones of my friends. I realized that I never knew the kind of person he was. I didnt know I was blindly best friends with someone since 2006. How could I have not seen this before? Was I not aware? Did it take until the Trump administration to see what kind of people his entire family is?

In the end, he hurt me more than she ever could. Because he was supposed to be my knight. And he let this narcissistic person lie to him for years and convince him that I'm a psychotic liar.

I think about them both almost everyday. They were my everything for so long. I miss them, but I am also disgusted at how long it took for me to cut ties. Sometimes I think about calling Michael and fixing things, but I cant change him. And he's not a safe person for my friends to be around.

I have a rule to not associate with racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, and Islamaphobic people. If I introduce one of my friends to one of these people, I will be putting them in danger. And there's no bigot worth staying friends with if you're putting your friends and yourself in danger.

I know in the last 5 years many of us have had to choose where to draw the line with the people we've known for years. I hope you guys don't wait until you find out that you spent half your life with a homophobic white supremacist who doesn't believe women.

#personal #when to let go #platonic relationships

[fell-in-love-didnt-you]

Carry Me Away With You: SnowBaz Fanfic

Simon Snow doesn't expect much from life. His father has drilled into him from the beginning two things: work alone and never trust vampires. Simon breaks both rules in a matter of days. After he collapses at the doorstop of an unknown house, he's pulled into a world he has no idea how to escape from. The question is: does he want to?

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AH! This is my Carry On Big Bang 2020 fic. I'm so excited to have finally posted it. It also comes with AMAZING artwork by the extremely talented @thehoneyedhufflepuff on tumblr (who's also a fantastic writer on Ao3 with the @ The_Honeyed_Hufflepuff - I'd definitely recommend the Fire-verse fics). Please, please, PLEASE show them some love both on here and tumblr. The artwork is magnificent and exactly as I envisioned Simon and Baz in this time period. (scene from fic) (title scene-isn't is beautiful?!)

Here’s the link to the tumblr post!

Thank you @carry-on-big-bang for giving me the opportunity to work with such an amazing artist and fellow fic writer and for putting on such a wonderful collaboration project. I have truly enjoyed every interaction I had with @thehoneyedhufflepuff and encourage everyone reading this to go give them a follow and read their amazing work on Ao3. 

As always, here’s the link to the Ao3 version in case you prefer to read that way: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26150491/chapters/63625177

On to the fic! 

Lover.

 The word felt foreign on Simon’s tongue, like a heavy alcohol or a long-rusted coin that played on the tip of the tongue. There was nothing else, though. ‘Fling’ felt like a small blanket: it covered the important parts (the lovemaking, the flirtatious smiles, the sharing of a bed), but it also left out the parts that made Simon’s legs turn to jelly (the deep conversations, the sweet cheek kisses, the touches that lingered for hours afterwards).

 Partner, however, did not fit either. Partner implied official courting, and this…was not that. Official courting entailed walks in the park with a supervisor, love letters sent in perfumed envelopes, and an eventual proposal of marriage.

 It did not entail laying bed together with only centimeters of space between, breaths mingled in the shared space. It certainly did not entail what had occurred a mere half-hour before now. ‘Partners’ did not entail premarital relations, and those relations certainly did not occur between a supernatural creature of nightmares and a boy raised to kill such creatures.

 Simon placed his hand tentatively on the side of Baz’s face. His eyes were closed, but Simon knew better; sharing a bed for the past month had taught him when Baz was truly gone to the world. The pounding pulse point and flickering of eyes gave the vampire away. He was resting, but not out.

 “Darling,” Baz drawled, and it made Simon flush (not that he wasn’t already red from head-to-toe; Baz had that effect on him). Baz’s eyes cracked open, and he flashed a smile that forced Simon to see what made vampires so alluring to the regular eye. “Darling, do you have any idea what time it is?”

 A laugh bubbled out of Simon’s chest, and he looked past Baz’s head to stare at the grandfather clock that stood ominously in the corner of the room. It was one of Simon’s favorite objects: dark blue, a sun and moon facing opposite each other, stars sliding past as did the hours of the day. Baz had bought it for him a mere three months ago, placing it in their shared chambers so Simon knew the time.

 Baz was weird like in the sense that there were no clocks beside this in the manor. Time is cyclical, he had explained to Simon once. He hated it because it reminded him that of what he was: stuck moving forward in his mind while his body remained in the past. Simon progressed forward, though, and he had been adamant about having at least one way of telling time. He’d even withheld himself from Baz until the vampire had conceded, a glare on his face the entire time.

 Simon often stared at that clock as they made love.

 The clock read slightly past two in the morning, and Simon told Baz as such. Baz hummed in response and placed his hand on Simon’s neck, thumbing a mole that rested above his pulse point. Often, that mole would have a ring of purpled bruises around it after nights like this, and the very thought had Simon suppressing a smile. Baz, however, did not conceal his affection, and he placed a long, slow kiss to Simon’s lips.

 Simon had long ago (give or take three months) begun to categorize the kisses they shared. The most common were the ones shared in private that would have the public outraged: brushes of lips against cheeks and foreheads even though they were not married. What a scandal, Simon thought distantly. Those kisses occurred in passing when one of them would be running to the study or just about to leave the house for some reason or another. Simon adored these brushes of affection that had no real bite; it meant whatever this thing that was happening was more than sex.

 Simon ached for the bruising crush of lips that occurred when they fell into bed. He yearned for the swelling of lips and clashing of teeth and maybe the accidental cut of a fang-on-lip. Even the tiniest bit of venom would set his body aflame, and Simon likened it to the fever, only where Death had touched him before, Baz now did.

 The ones Simon treasured above all others were these kisses: no heat, no bite, but also not something entirely platonic. A feather-light kiss on the cheek could be taken romantically if it were between a man and a woman, but Simon knew that, if ever caught, Baz would claim brotherly affection for Simon, explain that that’s how his Parisian family acted, that physical affection was common between two friends. These kisses, on the other hand, would have them thrown in jail. Simon would be forced to flee over the crime of homosexuality, and Baz would pay his way out of a scandal.

 There was no denying that these kisses that occurred in this bed were of the utmost romantic quality and kind and would put many husbands and wives to shame.

 Baz drew back and smiled, his eyes still pleasantly closed. He sighed through his nose, and Simon allowed himself to steal a glance. This was so new, and he was afraid that one wrong look would shatter the beautiful bubble he’d surrounded himself in. Baz had probably done this with many people before. He was…older. That’s all Simon knew. There was no discernable year or century to pin him down in, but Simon realized months ago that Baz had seen the sun rise on this Earth possibly over one-hundred-thousand times.

 Baz had probably been in love before. The thought made Simon blue. Baz was his first everything; Simon was Baz’s first nothing.

 It is probably love, Simon thought as Baz slowly peeled his eyes opened. There was no explanation other than a spell of sorts (not like a witch’s spell, but like a spell of sickness) that Baz’s vampiric charm had placed Simon under. His father used to warn him that vampires were excellent charmers and that the only way to save oneself from their grasp was to remain alert at all times.

 Simon’s father would be rolling in his premature grave right about now.

 The sheets shifted between Simon’s legs as he pressed closer to the lukewarm body across from him. Baz never ran hot; his skin was usually cold to the touch. Nights like these, however, coerced the little blood in Baz’s body to rise to the surface, turn him a color like the living, and make him vampirically burn up (though vampirically burning up meant room temperature for humans).

 Baz pressed his lips into the mop of curls atop Simon’s head and breathed in deeply. His arms came to wrap around Simon’s back, and his hands splayed across Simon’s shoulder blades. He said something, though it was muffled by Simon’s hair.

 “Hm?” Simon asked, turning his face upward to look directly at Baz. He pushed the raven hair out of Baz’s eyes. “What did you say?”

 Baz subconsciously turned his cheek into Simon’s touch, and Simon bit at his lip to keep in a smile. “I said,” Baz murmured, turning back to Simon, “that we are spending Christmas in the Surrey House this year. I forgot to tell you this morning.”

 Simon giggled at that, and Baz lightly slapped his side. Of course Baz had forgotten to say that this morning; other…happenings had occurred. Simon had also giggled because calling it the Surrey House put the building to shame. In Dorking, the manor (as it should be called) sat on acres of sprawling land that included part of a natural river, a small section of local woods, and a large field. Baz’s family’s business was still a mystery to Simon, but he at least knew how Baz made his money. Wine was apparently very expensive in large quantities, and the cellar of the manor could hold the worth of an entire village.

 The manor itself was no laughing matter. Crafted with the finest cobblestone, it had stayed in Baz’s family for centuries, and even with what little Simon actually knew of Baz’s family, the amount of rooms in all the property Baz inherited gave away enough to know that many children had been born. Because Baz was the eldest (cue laughter) and had lived the longest (cue even more laughter), all the property had been passed to him.

 And now Simon reveled in it. The large London townhouse they occupied for the majority of the year was Simon’s favorite. The memories here were richer than any fine chocolate or wine that Baz could procure.

 “Why can’t we spend Christmas here?” Simon asked quietly, his fingers idly playing with the long strands of Baz’s hair. “We’ve never just stayed-“ Simon stopped himself prematurely. He wanted to say ‘home’ but couldn’t let that word slip from his mouth. He’d stayed with Baz in this house for almost three years, and he’d never left to live elsewhere, but the word ‘home’ insinuated something Simon would not admit to himself. He started again: “We’ve never had Christmas here.”

 Goosepimples raised on his arms as Baz’s hands drew nonsensical lines across his back. Baz lowered his head down, and his lips were pressed against Simon’s forehead as he explained, “We’ve never done a lot of things, darling.” The pet name caused Simon to blush and stutter, and he could feel Baz’s smile against forehead. “We always spent Christmases in our other properties when I was little.”

 Simon thought about that for a moment. He did not have very memorable Christmases growing up. His greatest gift as a child had been a stocking with three ripe oranges in it. Simon had known the money his father had sacrificed to buy such fruit. With Baz, however…he’d never had such wonderful gifts in his entire life, and they hadn’t even been given to him for celebrations.

 Simon recalled one morning where he’d complained of his weathering shoes, and not even four hours later, Baz had presented him with the nicest pair of leather boots he’d ever seen. Sure, they were not to be worn in public (Simon had received an entire outfit from Baz’s…sister? ...for going out in), but they were gorgeous and, no doubt, expensive.

 Then there was the jewelry - the gorgeous amethyst ring that sat on the bedside table had been a birthday present last year. In truth, Simon had not expected anything from Baz in any capacity when they’d decided he could stay in the house for an indefinite amount of time. He’d not expected that, in the middle of the hottest summer in a long time, Baz would nonchalantly pass him the most expensive thing Simon had ever set eyes on and insist he keep it. He’d not expected Baz to tell him it was an heirloom dating back at least one-hundred years, and he’d not expected to later cradle it to his chest and cry.

 As if to add to their conversation about Christmas, Simon looked over towards the window and saw snow falling outside. The snow had been coming down steadily over the last few months, but it had only begun to stick recently. He smiled to himself as he watched the windowsill become more and more covered. Snow had brought him here in the first place; it was only natural he be thankful for it now.

  …

  He was almost dead; that Simon Snow was sure of.

 He could not feel his toes, and the crystalline breath puffing out from his mouth was becoming smaller by the minute. He was dizzy, hungry, and more tired than he’d even been in his short life. A cut on his forehead trickled blood into the snow beneath his feet, and he barely had time to register why or where he was bleeding before he fell onto the pavement beneath him.

 Thank Christ he was in an alleyway. Had he been in the street, feet would have stepped over and onto him, and he might crack a rib. Although, Simon thought to himself, this was a fate worse than death. Perhaps he should let the Lord have Their way with him. If this was to be his death, then why not welcome it?

 Simon could not go home. His father would never accept a defeat like this. Simon could practically hear the frustration that would be present if he tried to make his way back to their little house on the outskirts of town. How was it that Simon had been out hunting vampires for three months and not caught a single one? How was it that Simon had left a strong, capable, young man with fervor in his eyes and returned a skeleton of his former self?

 The truth was simple: Simon was very nearly dead. He knew he’d caught the scarlet fever, and Simon also knew it would kill him like it had killed thousands of other.

 Simon dragged himself to his feet and rounded out of the alleyway, turning onto a dimly lit street lined with houses. This is not such a bad place to die, he thought to himself. Maybe no one would pilfer his body for the money that did not exist or the jewelry that was absent. Perhaps he’d retain some dignity in his death.

 Simon stumbled barely two meters in front of himself before he fell down against the door of a nice house. He could feel the warmth through the door. It was almost sad to die on such a lovely doorstep. Telling by the clickity-clack of footsteps from behind the door, he’d probably disturbed the lady of the house. Somehow, Simon could not find it in himself to care as he slid into what must be death.

 But it was not death. Indeed, Simon had lapsed into a comatose state, but he awoke to the sounds of a plate clattering onto a table. The room was warm, and when Simon tried to move his hands, he found himself between a lovely down comforter and an even lovelier mattress. A fire burned brightly in the corner of the room, and he watched as a silhouette of a man moved in front of the flame.

 “Am I dead?” Simon asked, his voice hardly above a whisper.

 The man laughed, and he sat down beside the bed. His face came into view, and Simon saw the most beautiful person God had ever created. Then the beautiful man brought a cool washcloth down on Simon’s forehead, and Simon then realized how much he was burning up.

 “Lord above, no,” the man answered. His touch was gentle across Simon’s aching head, and he placed the towel down a moment later to instead bring a glass of water to Simon’s lips. Simon arched into it, and a pained noise escaped his lips as the water slid down his throat. When was the last time he’d had water? Did brown snow count?

 After the glass was drained, Simon began to take in his surroundings. The room looked to be one of a rich man: the walls were lined in beautiful wallpaper, plush rugs were laid down across the wood floor, and the size of the room was larger than the house Simon had grown up in. The man wore a waistcoat with a gold pocket watch, and his hair was swept back neatly from his face, though a piece was falling into his eyes. Could Simon even call him a man? Upon further inspection, he could not be older than his mid-twenties, and even that was a stretch. There were no wrinkles or stress lines, and his eyes held a kind light.

 “Are we,” Simon started, his voice cracking on the second word. A second glass of cold water was placed to his lips, and Simon began again. “Are we sure I am not dead?”

 The man smiled. “Who are you?” he asked, brushing back matted curls from Simon’s head. Simon internally hoped he did not look too worse for wear. “How did you come to be on the streets?” the man continued.

 Simon did not know how to answer that. His name would be a good place to start, though he wouldn’t give his full name. “I am Simon.”

  …

  The packing for the Surrey manor proved to be more difficult for Simon than he’d originally anticipated. They’d be gone for the second half of December and a little into January, and the capacity of Simon’s suitcase was being tested to the highest degree because of his coats (courtesy of Baz’s…sister?). Baz had not said to pack lightly, but Simon didn’t like the idea of bogging down the carriage with an extra suitcase. Plus, Baz had already sent ahead a few trunks of clothes and other things to the manor earlier in the week.

 Speaking of the devil, Simon nearly leapt out of his skin as cool arms surrounded his middle. Of course, there was no need to be frightened. Simon had long since been used to both the temperature of Baz’s skin and Baz’s ability to be deathly silent.

 Baz’s chapped lips brushed against the nape of Simon’s neck, and he pressed a chaste kiss there. “Packing?” he asked, as though he did not see the myriad of clothing strewn about the room. The wardrobe was open haphazardly, revealing Simon’s messy side. He never put away his clothes with care like Baz did. They were clothes. Why did they deserve such high care?

 Simon placed his arms over Baz’s and leaned into the embrace, closing his eyes and resting his head atop Baz’s shoulder. The fact that Baz was a behemoth had once bothered Simon, but now it made lounging together easier. Simon could always fit his head neatly onto Baz’s shoulder, and Baz’s hands fit perfectly in the dip of Simon’s lower back.

 “Unsuccessfully,” Simon replied, sighing through his nose. “If we were not going for so long, I would not require so much clothing.” Baz chuckled behind him, and Simon smiled to the ceiling. He ran his hands idly over Baz’s exposed forearms. Today, Baz had stayed inside the house and, therefore, had not changed into any outerwear or even bothered to keep his long sleeves down to his wrists. Truly, it was a state of undress Simon had never expected of the wine merchant to be capable of. Simon had expected the ‘young’ business tycoon to always be dressed in a matching frock and waistcoat and buttoned up to the nines, but formalities had long since disappeared between them.

 “Is there also business to attend to in Surrey?” Simon wondered aloud, pulling himself away from Baz and turning in his embrace. When they were this close, Simon had to tip his head up to look Baz in the eye. Baz nodded, and Simon sighed. Work plagued the both of them.

 “Not on Christmas,” Baz reassured, bringing up a hand to tip Simon’s chin up. “Not in the whole week before or after Christmas. I cleared all of it for us.”

 Us. The word made Simon swallow thickly. He nodded, walking away from the warmth of Baz’s hold (that he got from Simon’s body heat) and rummaging through the wardrobe. Simon heard Baz sigh, and after a few moments of silence, he assumed Baz had left. However, a whisper only a hair’s width away surprised him.

 “Pack what I brought you from France,” Baz whispered, pressing another chaste kiss to that mole on Simon’s neck. Then he was gone.

 A furious blush ravaged Simon’s cheeks, and he needed a few moments to steady himself. France. Baz’s purchase in France. That trip alone turned Simon’s internal temperature up a few notches. It seemed like ages ago, but it had really only been two months since France. The French had strange ideas of erotica, and Baz had seemed to be in line with all of them. Pack what I bought you from France. Christ, Simon hadn’t looked at it since France for a reason. It embarrassed him, and the fact that he liked that embarrassment made him even redder.

 Simon opened a small (locked) drawer on his side of the wardrobe meant for expensive jewelry and priceless cufflinks and pins, and he pulled out what Baz had bought him in France.

  …

  The paperwork piled nearly a meter high from the floor. Baz entrusted the various receipts, warehouse reports, and paperwork tracking of the wine to Simon. Officially, Simon was brought into Baz’s household to deal with the paperwork that accumulated at the end of each month. Unofficially, Simon had been brought into the house to die.

 Simon admitted to himself that this was a much better outcome. When he’d fallen against the door five months ago, who could have known he’d end up with a well-paying job? So well-paying, in fact, that Simon was able to send lumpsums of money back to his father under the pretense that it was payment for hired slayings. His father was none the wiser as to the actual situation of Simon’s employment.

 As Simon crossed some ‘t’s and dotted some ‘i’s, his thoughts ran to Baz. They had been doing that more often as of late, and while Simon had once been able to pin it down on acquainting himself with his employer (friend), he could no longer fall under that umbrella. The thoughts (once just about the upkeep of Baz’s hair and the price of his clothing) now turned to running his hands through that hair and peeling away that expensive clothing until it lay on the floor beneath them.

 Simon cleared his throat and refocused on the task ahead. He’d lost track of a sentence concerning a shipment of sherry to a port in Boston. As Simon read about a spilled barrel, a hand on his shoulder jolted him from his thoughts.

 Baz’s chuckle reassured Simon, and he looked up from the candlelit paperwork ahead of him. The stack on the floor had to be completed and filed within the week. An entire day of Simon sitting at the desk had already elapsed, and he could guess why Baz had entered this small study that had been given to him.

 “Have I missed supper?” Simon asked, looking back at the death certificate of the sherry. Baz’s hand lingered a moment longer before falling away, and Simon missed the cool touch through his thin shirt.

 Baz came to lean over him and stare at the document in front of Simon. “No,” he replied, his breath ghosting over the shell of Simon’s ear. Simon’s eyes flicked to the side, and he was met with a Baz deep in thought. “I’ll have to speak to my Boston warehouse manager. Sherry is too expensive to be wasted.” Baz turned to look at Simon, and the close proximity of their lips had Simon’s face heating up. Hopefully the candlelight covered the flush of Simon’s neck and face.

 Simon turned away and pulled a separate document out, and responded, “You were compensated with the price of a barrel and a half for the ruined barrel.” He pointed to the line in question where the price was brought up, and Baz hummed noncommittedly in his ear.

 Very suddenly Baz was standing behind Simon, and Simon floundered to turn in his chair and face him. Baz was still deep in thought, though Simon couldn’t imagine why. Sherry was not Baz’s largest exports if the receipts were to be believed, and even if it was, why would it give him such a headache? A single barrel in six months was nothing compared to what some other merchants lost in a single day.

 “Something on your mind?” Simon asked. Baz’s eyes slowly ghosted over to Simon, and Simon had the distinct feeling of being seen but in a distant sort. Like Baz had recognized a version of Simon that existed before and was instead remembering that Simon.

 After a moment of silence, Baz regained composure and smiled. His canines flickered in the light, and Simon fought the urge to cover his neck. Of course, there was no reason for alarm. Growing up with his father, however, left some stones Simon was willing to leave unturned, at least where it concerned Baz.

 Who was not a creature of evil.

 “We should eat,” Baz suggested, looking towards the door of the study. “It should be about time.” As if on cue, the bell signaling supper rang, and Baz smiled again. “Join me?” he asked, as though Simon could deny.

 Simon had picked up on the habits of his employer (friend) in the first few weeks of living together, but they seemed to become stranger as time went on. Baz hardly ate, and when he did, it was only a few bites. Most of his diet (in front of Simon, at least) consisted of wines and cheeses. No substantial food ever made its way into Baz in front of Simon. That was not to say that Baz could not eat sometimes later when Simon was not around, but it made no sense to Simon that Baz would invite him to eat in the dining room only to actually eat later.

 Unless…

 Simon shook the thought from his head, and it was soon replaced with images of a rather biblical sense.

  …

  The Surrey manor was alive and bustling when they arrived. The snow had nearly postponed the trip, but it had let up in time for the carriage to safely carry Baz and Simon to the manor. The Surrey manor had more servants than their normal lodgings did, and when Simon had first asked why years ago, Baz had not answered.

 Simon partially knew why now. The part he knew was that Baz kept his more expensive wines in the cellars beneath the manor. That answer used to satisfy Simon, but now it caused him to wonder more and more. They had promised honesty once after Baz’s nature had been revealed. The promise had been broken only once, and it had been by Simon, so he didn’t have a right to question Baz’s extra patrolling of this particular property.

 The trunks were carried to the room by two men Simon had met briefly last year at the manor, and then Baz was swept away into work. Tonight, a key investor was scheduled to dine with Baz, and while Baz hadn’t directly said it, Simon was to remain scarce throughout the night. At least he’d brought a few packets of paperwork that needed doing.

 The room he’d previously occupied here was locked, and a servant instead directed Simon to a room he knew Baz had occupied the last time they were here. The bed, while not as comfortable as the one back in London, welcomed Simon comfortably, and he laid down to rest for a few moments. As it often happened when Simon was left alone with his thoughts, they turned to Baz. The investor coming over tonight both invested in and bought the most wine from Baz. That was the only reason Simon had to be scarce tonight. Usually, Baz showboated him until Simon’s feet grew tired, but with the higherups, a previous street boy who did the paperwork usually set them on edge. How could they trust their money with a boy of no more than twenty-one who only knew basic economics and had not studied traditionally a day in his life?

 A soft knock at the door had Simon sitting up, and a servant walked in carrying a tray of supper. Simon then noticed the lighting had changed significantly and realized he had fallen asleep while thinking about wine investors. He thanked the servant and ate in silence, staring around the room. An ornate, golden clock stood in the corner, and Simon laughed quietly. A floor length mirror occupied another corner, and a dark wood wardrobe already filled with their clothing sat against the wall. Overall, it was a plain room in comparison to their normal lodgings, but Simon felt the hints of Baz in the room. The comforter was a deep, wine red, and the bedframe was made of cherry wood. Ornate carvings decorated the tops of the posters of the bed.

 The Surrey manor deserved to be a real home, Simon thought. He and Baz used it for maybe a month out of an entire year, and it sat empty for the rest of the time. About every two weeks, Baz would send a few servants to tidy the place, but other than that, these two weeks were the longest anyone lived here. Simon had to wonder if this had once been Baz’s childhood home. It was simply too large and too grand for it to be a getaway or a vacation home. The location was optimal, the plot of land was supreme, and the aura exuded warmth. This had to have been something to Baz. Otherwise, he’d have sold the property long before Simon came into the picture.

 A servant came to collect his plates, and Simon was once again left in silence. The bustle of London - people shouting, carts rolling by, factories churning - usually lulled Simon and comforted his always anxious mind. Now, there was only the occasional laugh from downstairs and the chirping of a bird here and there. The silence chilled him to the bone.

 Simon set to work on the stack of papers before him, deciding that the scratching of pen on paper would soothe his weary soul. The monotonous chore that was paperwork left Simon feeling purposeful. If Baz trusted him enough with finances, then he would do a damn good job at it. Of course, this was a far cry from what his father would have wanted.

 Simon’s mind often turned to his father these days. If Simon remembered the date correctly, his father’s birthday had just passed. They’d never celebrated when Simon lived with him; there was too much training and prepping to be done. At the end of the night, maybe his father would allow Simon to have a sip of port, but that had happened perhaps three times over the years. Celebrations just were not important when there were vampires to hunt and kill. His father had instilled the idea that vampires were virgin defilers into Simon’s mind, and while true for the situation between Baz and himself, Simon had come to realize that most vampires simply wanted to be left alone.

 His vampire just so happened to want the opposite of that. A hand at the back of his neck caused Simon to nearly spill his inkpot, and perhaps doing paperwork on the bed was stupid. Baz laughed as Simon carefully closed the inkpot, placed the wet paperwork on the bedside table, did away with the pen, and finally looked up.

 Baz’s tense face seemed alight when he looked down at Simon, and Simon smiled as he rose up on his knees. The mattress only added to their already obvious height difference. Simon came to rest at Baz’s shoulders, his knees sinking into the duvet. He did not mind, however, as it was the perfect height for him to place his hands atop Baz’s shoulders and rub. The muscles there seemed knotted with stress, and Simon sighed.

 “Are you ever not wound up like a clock?” Simon asked, dragging Baz onto the mattress. As tonight’s outfit included a three-piece suit, the act of stripping Baz took longer than Simon would have liked. Finally, pale skin exposed itself, and Simon kept his shudder at the sight of Baz’s back to himself. They had spoken of it once before: the scars had been from a brutal whipping exactly once in his childhood, but his vampire skin had not healed properly because of what he was whipped with. Now, scars littered the expanse of his broad shoulders, and Simon pressed chaste kisses to each. It was routine now.

 “You know how I hate clocks,” Baz replied. Simon laughed and pressed one last kiss to Baz’s back, lingering for only a few extra seconds. Luckily, someone had placed oil in the bedside table, and Simon slowly warmed it between his hands as he sat on Baz’s thighs. At the first press of Simon’s hands into Baz’s lower back, Baz let out a groan loud enough to shake the house.

 “How was supper?” Simon asked, working a knot in the lower of Baz’s back until it loosened. This was his absolute favorite (non-sexual) thing to do to Baz. It was another way of being useful, and Simon prided himself on the fact that only he could provide this relief to Baz.

 “Long,” Baz replied, groaning again at the pressure of Simon’s palms. “He wanted to withdraw his investment because of that fucking barrel of sherry.” Simon dug the heel of his palm into the middle of Baz’s back, and the crack that sounded through the room caused Baz to let out an orgasmic sound. “Fuck, I love it when you do that.”

 Simon’s face flushed, and he coughed as he continued rubbing circles into Baz’s back. The silence did not stretch on uncomfortably, but there was something in the air neither of them were able to address. “So, he wanted to leave because one of my fucking stupid warehouse managers dropped a barrel. I told him about the price for breaking a contract, and he still seemed to want to leave. Thank God for whiskey, because I think that’s what got him to stay.”

 As Simon lazily rubbed the excess oil into Baz’s skin, he found himself listening to Baz’s sherry problems and not even being bothered by how boring they were. He logically knew that if someone else was telling him about the trials and tribulations of shipping sherry, he’d fall asleep, and the realization made his stomach lurch. He knew what this was, and Baz knew, too. When would one of them say it, though?

  …

  They had fought before. Once, Simon had forgotten to do a few pieces of paperwork that nearly cost Baz a key investor, and they had dished it out for a good half-hour before both going out for some time to decompress. Simon apologized, and Baz did, too. Simon had been tired during that round of paperwork; Baz had been stressed all day before finding out about Simon’s mistake.

 But this was different. This wasn’t about paperwork or investors or wine. This was about Simon and Baz. This was about feelings, and Simon sucked at feelings. He’d inherited it from his father. Being raised to be a vampire slayer could do that.

 This was also, coincidentally, about vampires.

 “You lied to me!” Simon shouted, hastily packing his belongings into a trunk. Granted, there were not many things to be gathered. It was more for show than anything else. “I’ve lived with you for nearly two years, and you’ve lied to me the entire time!”

 Baz stood in front of the fireplace, jaw clenched and hands balled into fists. He was strangely composed for such an explosive conversation. Simon wanted to throw something at him, punch him, make him respond, make him yell. It wasn’t fair that he was the only person angry. This wasn’t going to be a one-sided argument.

 “Do you have anything to say to me?” Simon demanded, finally stopping his movements and just…standing there. His shoulders slumped. There were tears in his eyes.

 Baz turned slowly on his heels. Finally, Simon saw his face. It gave away nothing; Baz was always stoic during moments of high tensions. When Simon had nearly died those first few weeks, Baz’s face had remained a blank sheet. When his…sister? ...had died in childbirth and the letter had been delivered, Baz had said nothing and simply locked himself away. Now, though, there was no room to separate the two of them. There was no veil of death that cleaved them apart. There was only three meters of wooden floor and carpet.

 Baz closed his eyes, and Simon watched as a few tears slipped down his cheeks. “You lied to me, too, Simon,” Baz finally murmured. The orange light of the fire made him look like a statue on fire. His eyes seemed to be ablaze, though that could be literal given the circumstances of his humanity. “I’ve lived with someone raised to be my murderer for nearly two years. How do you think I feel?”

 Honestly, Simon had not thought of it that way. However, the part of his brain that his father had trained screamed at Simon that Baz killed innocents to live and that he was probably more than a few lifetimes older than Simon. It unfortunately cast everything into a clearer light: why Baz did not eat in front of Simon, why he left for days at a time on ‘trips’, why he had so much property and no living family.

 “Have you killed people, Baz?” Simon asked. He desperately wanted to leave the house and never turn back. He should have listened to his gut. It had screamed at him for over a year that Baz was not human. Simon should have taken his father’s lessons to heart. He could be dead now. It was only a miracle that Baz had spared him.

 “How dare you!” Baz snarled stomping away from the fireplace. Finally, Simon thought. Finally, this anger could be mutual. He stopped just a foot short of Simon, hand pointing directly at Simon’s face. “You don’t know shit, Simon Snow! How dare you say that! How dare you!” Up close, Simon saw more tears gather in Baz’s eyes. “Are you asking yourself why I haven’t killed you yet?”

 “Fuck you!” Simon retorted, pushing Baz’s hand out of his face. “You’re a fucking liar, Baz Pitch!” Simon didn’t know why he was crying so suddenly. Well, he did know why. He’d just thought that Baz would be honest with him concerning everything, and this felt like a betrayal of the deepest kind. “You…you lied to me!”

 Simon covered his face with his hands, feeling the dampness soak the sleeves of his shirt. Damnit, he thought. Why couldn’t he keep it together for ten minutes?

 His hands were pulled away from his face, and before Simon could curse Baz for it, cold lips were pressed against his own. He vaguely understood that this was a kiss. Simon had never kissed anyone before. Training to kill vampires ruined any chance of his social life. Baz’s hands, still holding his wrists, slowly travelled down to Simon’s waist, holding him steady as he pulled back.

 Simon was still crying, though no choked noises were escaping his lips anymore. “I don’t understand,” he whispered, because he really didn’t. Simon was not a product of fine breeding. He did not have status or wealth. He was human. He was male. But Baz’s lips on his own had felt realer than anything else in his life prior had ever felt. Simon rested his hands on Baz’s biceps, feeling the warmth leave his fingertips. “I don’t understand,” he repeated, looking up at Baz through clumped lashes and tears.

 In response, Baz smiled down at him softly. There was no malice, and while Simon did see canines, he was not afraid. “Do you really believe I would have kept you here if I did not care for you?” Baz asked, running a soothing hand through Simon’s hair. “Even just a little bit?”

 Simon burrowed into the space where Baz’s shoulder met his neck and hiccupped, feeling fresh tears spill down his cheek. Baz’s hand stalled in Simon’s hair, and he hastily began to apologize, which made Simon cry heavier.

 Hours later, with the candles extinguished and the anger from the day gone, Simon realized Baz had never truly answered any of his questions.

#snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #rainbow rowell #carry on #carry on big bang 2020 #regency era #fanfic #love confessions #vampire!baz #vampire hunter!simon #mordelia grimm #simon works for baz #wine merchant!baz #enjoy!

[khristinewriteandcapture]

Series Reviews (2020)

21. Backstreet Rookie

It's nice to watch a kind of drama with a whole new set of twist and story. I think I can say that since the year I first watched korean drama, the story has always been an ordinary girl and a boy whose rich or the other way around with complicsted family backgrounds and a lot of dramas but this time, korean drama has given as what it actually looks like in the real world.

Backstreet Rookie is a story that started in a convenience store where the clumsy manager and fearless part timer will fall in love and conquer all the challenges that comes their way both in relationship and the convenience store. 

The cast is always important to every drama right and this one didnt failed to give everything they got. 

The Choi family would like to tell us that even if they believe they live in a pathetic poor life, Dae-Hyun didn't think about it that way. 

Being with their family and caring for one another is already a treasure. What's the use of living a grand life if you’re alone and unhappy right? And sometimes, that's the main problem of rich people. 

They might not be a rich family and they only own a convenience store but with simple things, they are contented.

The friends of Saet-byul, Geum-bi who protrayed to be the best friend anyone wished to have. 

She might be this rich princess and she have all the right to be spoiled and a brat but she's thoughtful and kind at heart. Even though Saet-byul have nothing else to offer to her, she remained her bestfriend. Or maybe she was scared of her but she also proved that even though they were born in different world, being rich and poor, that doesnt stop them from being friends.

Dal-sik, the cartoonist friend of Dae-hyun is also like Geum-bi. 

They are similar is so many ways. Dal-sik is a trust-worthy friend who always got your back but sometimes you have offer them food in return. Food is always the answer. Dal-sik may look like a homeless person but his friendship with Dae-Hyun is more than physical appearance. He's a great guy with a great imagination.

Of course, let's not forget Saet-byul's little sister. Despite being a troublemaker and headache to her sister, she loves her very much and like any other younger siblings who grew up in the protection of their older sibling, they will do everything to show how grateful they are. Even when the day comes that they hated each other to death, the fact that they are connected by blood and that they are family will never change.

Yeon-Joo might be cruel in the middle and cunning and selfish but she loved Dae-Hyun for who he is. She may be that rich princess with everything but she loved Dae-Hyun with all her heart. She also want him to be better but the problem is, he want him to be better the way she wanted it. Even though she was selfish and cunning at first, she did love Dae-Hyun until the end but it's too late.

Growing up being both the mother and father of her sister, Jung Saet-byul was already carrying the world on her shoulder and all she wanted was a better life for her sister. A life she never had. But we all know that we cant force someone to live the life we want for them. And aside from being selfless, she also portrayed an understanding person despite the world misunderstanding her. She also showed that if you want to use your strength, use it responsibly and reasonably. Dont throw a meaningless punch. And also, let's not forget how she also portrayed how to wait for someone you love to finally notice you after a long time. It might not happen to everyone all the time but all you have to do is speak your heart out. Never be afraid of telling how you feel about someone. Being fearless in not just about conquering your fear, it's about facing them even if youre afraid.

And our manager Choi Dae-Hyun, who wouldnt want him to be their manager? I will definitely would. Loving. Honest. Kind. Righteous. Funny. Smart. I think all the good qualities a guy should have, they all put it in Choi Dae-Hyun but he is still human and he made mistakes. I must say I love Ji Chang Wook but I think, I most like him in action drama rather than romantic comedies.

Anyway, another drama had reached it's ending. Another lesson has been told. A new pair has been added to the list and somehow, we would all dream to have this kind of love story in the back of our mind.

#series reviews 2020 #reviews #series recommendation #backstreet rookie #korean drama #ji chang wook

[violet-amet]

oc stuff, because im dealing with writer’s block, and need an outlet.

Ara, “full” name, Ara del Rios, is not as tech savvy as Osiris. Her family doesn’t have a last name, but being native to Rios, she gave herself “del Rios” for traveling purposes. She really can’t get around with a forged passport, after all.

Osiris, full name, Osiris Clement, knows about eight languages, his primary being fantasy french. He enjoys playing the piano and violin as a child, but didnt practice anymore since his mother left his family. He and his father are still on good terms, but never contacted his mother since her leaving.

Os adores cats, though Ara is allergic to them. Ara is half-related to her full demon brother, that can take on the form of a human, and does almost all the time, not just because their mother and Ara, but also his own family. His daughters are half-demons, just like Ara.

Ara actually dislikes her demonic blood, and does her best to curb that side of her as often as possible. However, there were several incidents when she couldn’t control it.

Osiris has a twin sister, and Os is a trans male. His favorite colors are pink, blue, and white. Ara is all about open relationships, and is more than willing to be in a polyamorous one if her partner is willing. Also, Ara doesn’t have a favorite color, because she loves every one of them, which is why her robe often changes color.

Os is one of the few that can control the artifact in the world without any repercussions. but he is aware of the effects they have on people in general. he has studied a lot since childhood, and enjoys doing puzzles in his off time. ara, on the other hand, prefers to do physical activities.

there are two very, very powerful beings on theia. one of them controls time, the other wanders across the land, searching for someone that is strong enough to defeat them. they both are aware of each other, and were once friends, but that has changed since the day the world did 1000 years before ara’s story.

there are many conflicting reports on the history of theia, but there are journals that actually share the most accurate history. however, they are extremely rare, and only so many people have different parts of these journals.

one of the few powerful beings are in fact, simone and seth. one is an oracle, the other is, or rather was, an arch-demon of lust. its hard to say if they are stronger than the two powerful beings, but simone would rather not test themselves against them.

also seth adores clothing, makes his own clothes, and does fashion shows. he loves simone with all of his heart, and likes her to model for him. she only wears the clothes he makes for her, given how intimately familiar he is with her tastes and preferences.

there are many continents on theia, but there are some places and sights that are very popular. one is the drifting city, the other is the sight of the servants of diso’s airship, and a few of them are ancient ruins that are scattered across the world.

Servants of Diso is a military group of sorts, watching over some selected continents. Their leader is a powerful woman that had earned her place through her devotion to the arch-angels of heaven. but there are many conflicted stories of SoD’s part in things. some people hate them, others trust them. for example, pirates loathed them, but the Drifting City trusts them deeply for watching over their city.

Ara also has been on the Drifting City once, but she has got their through illegal means, and was kicked when found out, and banned. The place has a limited amount of space for tourists, and is filled with plenty of people living there.

Pelicans are important, and Ara’s signature bird. (That’s because in some of my dreams, they are. It’s weird I know, and tbh, its nothing more than just being that. A signature for a character.)

Language is one of the most important parts of the story.

#blah blah blabbity blah #oc stuff #ill leave this here as it is for now. #this story is packed filled with lore stuff. #but plenty of plot holes im sure. #but still i have fun. #its a fun project of mine. #hehe~.

[mewhenhorrormovies]

Prompts

Fluff~

“Can you please cuddle with me?”

“Is that my hoodie?”

“Let’s go dance in the rain!”

“You make me the happiest person alive.”

“You make me better than I was before.”

“Thank god I’m yours.”

“You put a new heartbeat inside of me.”

“Trust me. As long as I’m here, nobody will hurt you.”

“You’re my one and only.”

“Your my first, my second, and my last choice.”

“You mean the world to me.”

“Are you wearing my flannel?”

“How’d you sleep, love?”

“Pumpkin, your crushing me.”

“Pillow fight!”

“This is WAR! That’s right, I’m going to act like a child!”

“Give me a piggyback ride!”

“How about I just tickle the answer out of ya?!”

“Five more minutes.”

“Come get in bed! I need attention!”

“You always have to have the attention don’t you?” “Duh!”

“I need your love and affection! All of it!”

“Your mine. All mine.”

“Yours. All yours.”

“I won’t ever leave your side.”

“As long as you’re by my side, I can do anything.”

“You are my hopes and dreams.”

“I love you, more than you could know.”

“You’ll never be alone.”

“I’m yours. From now till the end of time.”

“I’m cold! I need hug.”

“Pwease? Just one hug?”

“The sunset is prettier than ever.”

“If we make it out, I promise we will live a normal life, get married and have children.”

“Now kids! Your mother is tired, why don’t you go play with Uncle ____?”

“I love you. And our precious little daughter too.”

“I love you more than my own life.”

“Id give up all my cookies, just to get one kiss!”

“I know it sounds weird but...would you possibly like to meet again?”

“I think I fell in love.”

“You’re so in love.”

“Sorry my dude. You fell hard.”

“Aww! I totally ship you two!”

“I bet they’ll kiss by tonight!” “Your on”

“HA! In your face _____! Where’s my money?!”

“You bet on us?! I can’t bel-never mind I can totally believe it.”

“Awww! My little cuddle bear is blushing!”

“How cute! I made My Prince turn red!”

“Just kiss already!”

“FINALLY! Took you long enough!”

Angst~

“Why would you just leave me?!”

“I can’t believe it...after all this time?!”

“Did you ever love me? Dammit, DON’T LIE TO ME!”

“You promised! You PROMISED you would always be there!”

“What happened to always and forever?! What happened to your one and only?”

“Are-...are those cuts?”

“KILL ME! If you’ve ever been my friend KILL ME!”

“Get out! Get out get out get out!”

“I hate you! Leave!”

“I-I didnt...no! It wasn’t supposed to be you! Anybody but you!”

“We’re just kids! Why?! Why so much death, so much pain, so much fighting?”

“We were only kids, thrown into an adult war. And now we’ll never recover.”

“IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME! I was supposed to die, not them!”

“Come on, come on. Breathe, come on BREATHE!”

“You liar, be honest or so help me I will drag you to hell!”

“I’m sorry! I only ever loved you, I tried...”

“Please! Open the door, I’m sorry! Please...”

“Don’t leave! I-I didn’t mean it!”

“It’s too late! You already said it, you can’t take it back!”

“Can you hear me? I really miss you. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you...but everybody says your happier...”

“What about me?! What if I’m not happy?!”

“Who cares about everybody?! What about me?”

“Nobody needs me...” “I do...”

“Nobody loves me! Nobody cares! I’m better off gone!” “NO!.....I-I loved you...”

“They’re gone! They’re gone and it’s your fault!”

“I did this! I-I killed them!”

“Y-y-you guys need to l-leave! I’m d-dangerous!”

“Nothing compares to watching a friend die right before your eyes.”

“I don’t belong! I shouldn’t be here!”

“No...why?! Why did it have to be them?! Why didn’t you save them!? HUH?! WHY?”

“Kill me.”

“I hate you. More than anything.”

“You’re dangerous...you can’t come with us.”

“We made it...but at what cost?”

“Do you see these?! These are cuts!”

“I said get away!”

“Go away! I don’t want to talk!”

“Don’t touch me!”

“Don’t even think about me!”

“Don’t touch me!”

“You killed them...so now I’ll kill you.”

“It’s over. They’re gone, they’re not coming back.”

“I miss you. And I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry...your gone and it’s my fault.”

“You said forever! Who knew forever was so short.”

“Don’t you yell at me!”

“Don’t you dare blame this on me, you twat!”

“Get back here and listen when I’m talking to you!”

“Don’t walk away from me, you git!”

“Touch me again, see what happens.”

“Don’t call me again.”

“Go. Away.”

“DON’T! LIE! TO! ME!”

“The future rests in your hands now...”

“Take care of everyone...I won’t be there anymore.”

“She was our hope! She was the only thing that kept us going and she’s gone!”

“She sacrificed herself for me...”

“So many have sacrificed themselves for us to get here...friends...family.”

“Boys....I love y’all...don’t forget me...ple-........”

“Is it over...?” “This is only the beginning.”

Random Silly Prompts~

“I’m a simple woman. I crave one thing...C H A O S.”

“Bite my rat sass.”

“Uh oh, here we go again.”

“Come on, let me sing you old crooked nose, slimy grandma.”

“Hey guys, Whats u-” “Go stuff an egg up your nose.”

“What are those?!?!”

“Wait, you remember vines?”

“Was that a vine reference?!”

“Welcome home, boys.”

“Welcome home, girls.”

“Welcome home.”

“We did it. We made it.”

“I don’t give a rats sass about yo day.”

“Ew, you’re reading?” “Gross, your breathing?”

“Nasty, your writing?” “Disgusting, your living?”

“Hey, don’t play dumb with me!” “But he’s not playing. He’s actually dumb.”

“Nobody has managed to kill me yet. Few have tried and succeeded but not for very long. I always come back.”

"I'm not even sure she's entirely human."

"I don't care about your Bee Movie opinions, go to sleep."

“Don’t be such a jerk.”

“I have made the inference that you are actually a bully.”

“I’m a bad bitch you can’t kill me!”

“They would disagree but in reality they have no idea what they’re actually doing.”

“Thank the devil, I thought you were serious for a second there.”

“I made a bet. I lost. It’s simple as that.”

“Shut up, buckle up, and hold on tight.”

“Well this turned into a giant cuddle pile.”

“Trouble is my middle name. I thought you’d know that by now.”

“stop staring before your eyes fall out of your head.”

"I swear to the devil you have the attention span of a Boston terrier puppy with ADHD and ADD on crack. You don't listen even if it would save your life!”

“If everyone would just stop shucking panicking for five seconds and act like they still have a lick of sense left, we might actually be able to get something done here.”

“And, I'd love to be sorry for everything but we all know that I've done much, much worse.”

“Every time you sleep, you are practicing your death.”

“I guess its time to throw logic out of the window.”

“We must remain calm.” “I can’t remain calm. I’ve never been calm.” “Okay, well then remain not screaming.” “Remain not externally screaming. Okay. Got it.”

I found a few on Tumblr but I forgot from who! I’m so truly sorry, if you know who then please tell me so I can give them credit.

Also, please send me request! You can say ‘section 1 20 and 47’ or ‘fluff 2 and 10’ or ‘7 and 27 from Angst’ whichever just please send requests

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