#and while i agree he *is* some dude... i would die for this dude without any hesitation

[bursonafied]

FIRST DATE!

Pairing: Simpbur x Gn!Reader

Warnings: not proofread, tooth rotting fluff

Pronouns used: you/yours

Trope: friends to lovers

This is just a quick example of what I write… please bear with me it’s a bit rushed but future pieces will be better :)

don't be too mean i'll cry /j

also send more requests plspls i need to write for this lil loser guy

Wilbur had always been a particularly chivalrous guy, whether you’re in a relationship or not. You could recall the last time you and a group of friends hung out, he offered you his jacket, offered to carry you over a deep puddle. (Which, of course you accepted… the opportunity to be carried like a princess couldn’t be passed up so easily). He would defend you whenever someone would make fun of or tease you. He would shoot daggers to anyone who even attempted to get too close. He’s just protective! You’d tell yourself.

“You’re such a white knight, Wilbur,” or “You’re such a simp, dude.” It was endless, but he didn’t seem to care. Your friends would even go the lengths to call him ‘Simpbur’ whenever he did something particularly romantic, just for you You didn’t care, it was cute.

You weren’t sure why you were so surprised when he finally asked you out on a date. But of course, you said yes. It was hard to resist his sweet eyes and nervous smile. He was too adorable. You two agreed that the perfect date would be at your favorite ice cream place then straight to the park to watch the sunset. It was not only simple, but your two favorite things. Ice cream and the sunsets, (or, maybe Wilbur was that second thing).

The doorbell rings and a knock follows, a short little ‘knock knock’, not even a full three. You hurry to fix your hair in the mirror and rush to the door. You take a deep breath, your nerves silently taking over. You open the door with a kind smile. Wilbur is holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He grins nervously and holds out the flowers for you.

“Um.. I, I got these— these flowers for you.” He seems to stumble over his words a bit. You can only lightly giggle and take the flowers, bringing them up to your nose and breathe in the scent, then let out the breath through your mouth.

“They’re beautiful!” You say, tilting your head a bit. There’s a short, awkward silence between you before Wilbur clears his throat.

“I know those are your favorite. I remember you telling me a while back. I would, put them in some water so they don’t die, because I want them to last. Because they’re… you know, your favorite and...” He over-explains a bit and gestures around with his hands… which he tends to do when nervous. It only adds to his charm. You smile and nod, placing the flowers into a pretty vase beside your front door, right where you would be able to see them right before leaving the house.

“I know, Wilbur. They’re very pretty.. thank you.”

He breathes out a quiet ‘not as pretty as you’ (which he hoped you didn’t catch) before nodding. “Yeah! Yeah, um. Of course. Anything for you.”

“So you ready to go?” You ask as you grab your bag from beside the door and sling it over your shoulder.
“yeah- yes! Lets go.” Wilbur nods and waits for you to step out of your place, closing the door behind you. He takes you over to his car and opens the door for you, smiling. How sweet of him!

The car ride wasn’t the slightest bit awkward. You two talked just as you would as if this were a hang out rather than a date. In a way, any one-on-one time with Wilbur felt like a date. Maybe you were just so exponentially head over heels for this guy without realizing, that you took each interaction as a romantic one. You two sang your favorite songs on the way to the parlor his voice sounding better than yours since he sang regularly… you just sang TV Girl about as loud as you could in the shower. There was a difference.

"this song kinda sucks," You mutter, skipping over one of your favorite songs. Often, you'd get bashed for your music taste. Wilbur just shakes his head.

"Nono! go back! i like that song!" Your heart flutters in your chest as he flips back to the other song, allowing it to play fully.

Upon finally arriving to the parlor, Wilbur again, opens the door for you. You thank him and he nods. He thinks about grabbing your hand and linking your fingers, like he wished to do so, so many times before. His fingers would twitch in longing, wanting to connect you two in the kind and gentle manner. He would to it today, even if it was the last thing he did before the date was over.

“Wilbur?” You tap his shoulder, snapping him from his thoughts. He looks at you with a grin. “It’s your turn to order.” You point to the cashier who seemed to be about 19 and way over his job, hinted at by the obviously unamused expression he held. Wilbur’s face reddens with slight embarrassment and he nods.

“Right! Right... um, just a chocolate dipped cone, please.” The cashier nods.

“Your total is $4.76.” he slides forward the little iPad to pay. Wilbur quickly swipes his card before you get the chance to pay for your sundae, and you shoot him an angry, yet playful, glare.

“What? Couldn’t let my date pay for themself. That would be so rude!” He teases, lightly nudging you with his shoulder just before taking his ice cream.

You then both drive to the nearby park, a short drive that was mostly quiet. nothing worth telling, said park has a downhill slope right at the parking. It was perfect for watching the sunset. Wilbur pops his trunk and you both go sit in the back and eat your ice cream. He grabs a blanket after a moment.

“It’s supposed to get cold soon,” he says as he holds his ice cream cone in his mouth, his teeth are too sensitive to the cold but he would rather make you comfortable and suffer for a moment rather than watching you freeze.

“Aw, thank you. Youre the sweetest.” You smile before taking another bite of your sundae. Will smiles and nods, taking the cone from his mouth and biting into the sugary treat. you both sort of sit in silence for a moment while the sun falls behind the horizon. You yawn, covering your mouth, then you lean your head on Will's shoulder. You can hear his breath nearly stop, his body tensing up. Why was he reacting like this? It's not like you'd never done this before. Maybe it was just... a different situation. You both finish up your ice cream, and are now leaned against each other, bodies touching, it's warm enough between you two that you can ignore the chill from the outdoors. You sit in a comfortable silence until he decides to speak up.

"Sunset's pretty." He mutters. You nod in agreement. "I think you're prettier though." He adds after a second. it makes your cheeks burn with blush and a smile crossed your face.

"That's just not true." You giggle, shaking your head. Will takes a breath to regain confidence and wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer against him if it were possible. You look up at him with a grin.

"You know i couldn't ever lie to you." He mutters, looking down at you... soaking in your beauty. His eyes drift from your eyes down to your lips. He couldn't tell you how long he'd been resisting this.

resisting the urge to feel your lips pressed against yours in a passionate kiss, to feel your breath mingle with his in such love and longing.

"i know you wouldn't." You mumble, looking up, your eyes meet his for a brief second before you notice them drift to your lips. you can't help the smile playing at your lips. "What're you looking at?" You tease, lightly nudging him. his face reddened and he glances away.

"Not.. nothing."

"Nothing, huh?" Your fingers brush over the top of his hand, his breath hitches. He was so nervous, it was honestly cute. Soon, you link your fingers with his and you can feel him practically melt.

"I've wanted to ask you out for so long." He whispers after a moment of silence, rubbing his thumb gently along yours. It causes butterflies to fly loose in your belly.

"So why didn't you?"

"Don't think i could handle being called 'simpbur' one more time." He chuckles, shrugging. You look up at him, and he was already looking down at you.

"I always thought that was stupid." Your grip tightens around his hand. he inches even closer to you.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You confirm it, and it's silent for a second as you both inch closer. your brain was screaming at you to just go for it. so, you did. Your lips collide against Wilbur's, it's a sweet (yet somewhat awkward) kiss to begin with, but you two ease into it. He tilts his head and grabs your chin between his index and his thumb, and you lean closer. Your hands rest on his chest as you two enjoy your long overdue kiss.

Wilbur's lips are warm on yours and his hands begin as sweet and innocent, but he grows a bit eager. his hand trail down and rests on your thigh, which takes you by surprise. His lips leave yours momentarily and connect to your neck, and while the feeling is nearly euphoric, you have to pull away. It was a bit too soon to do anything more than kisses.

"Will.." You whisper. He responds in a gentle and careful voice.

"Yes, darling?" He looks up at you.

"This is... amazing but I... I'm not ready for.." Your words trail off. Wilbur simply smiles and nods in understanding, returning up to give you one quick kiss on the lips.

"That's alright. I'll wait my whole life if I must."

Your heart flutters as his promise and you nod.

You couldn't wait for more future dates. More opportunities to hold and kiss Will whenever you wanted, and now, he was inevitably, undeniably, all yours.

#wilbur soot #argbur #simpbur #simpbur x you #bursonas #simpbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #bursonafied #wilbur x reader #wilbur x you #anon #fluff #wilbur soot fluff #simpbur fluff #first piece

[the-flowerwolf]

Hogwarts legacy headcanons

While normal people go and socialize I wake up and think about ✨them✨

So there's some headcanons about my favourite Legacy Team (as I call them) for ya folks while I'm writing a really big fic about them. Careful, some of them are sad. And don't mind my poor grammar thanks.

Btw, collages are mine, feel free to use them💙

🐍Sebastian Sallow🐍

First off all, if you turn him in, I don't trust you

Literally a typical Slytherin

A nerd. Just a nerd.

Quidditch? Babe, the only sport for him is dueling

Felt absolutely helpless when his parents died. And that's why he's so protective. He just can't let anyone else die on his watch

Really is a small version of his father and proud of it

Believes that the end justifies the means

Hopeless flirt BUT a gentleman. Wouldn't do anything you don't like

And also most probably believes in true love

A proud bisexual

Everyone think that "he fucks everything that moves" but he's a virgin who "saves himself for the one and only"

As some fan said, he was probably born on 18th September. And it's a canon now.

A great friend but a terrible secret keeper, so for Merlin's sake, don't tell him ANYTHING

Knows how to braid hair into the most complex ways

Pro feminist! Treats women right and knows all important stuff thanks to his sis

🔥Natty Onai🔥

I'm sorry but she's so underrated and for what??

I believe she really respect traditions she were tought as a child

Her favourite holiday must be her birthday. All because it was the only day of the year when her parents forgot about all the dangers and sorrows and they just got together, spending the best time

Most probably will return to the homeland after Hogwarts

Is the only member of the team who play quidditch

(as a keeper ofc)

She's a lesbian idk dudes

A very honest girl who were raised to be a good person

So she just expects the same from others

A very competitive. But not like Imelda. Natty respects fair competition and knows how to honorably recognize a match

Although this does not mean that she will not destroy you to win

Is always cold poor thing

Religious bc I feel like it

Has mommy issues and don't tell me I'm wrong

Will definitely become the best auror one day

🌼Poppy Sweeting🌼

Her favourite holiday is Christmas lemme tell you that

Trust issues

She's trying her best to be gentle with every living being because she saw too much violence already

And that's why she thinks animals are better than people (agree)

She's definitely an INFP and I won't change my mind

Looks like a cinnamon roll but will kill you

A cliché but I feel like she's an excellent cook

Although she would LOVE to find someone to understand her (like us) she's totally okay with being on her own

Is into mind games like chess

But will go to see a quidditch game just to support Natty (and mc if they play)

Is always up to an adventure

Bullies? Girl grew up among killers, you really think she would care about some bullies?

I feel like she has the strongest personality in here. Doesn't matter what happens she will always stand straight while helping others

Is a cat person

Can't cry bc she was not allowed as a child

💚Ominis Gaunt💚

Just an innocent little boy let's be honest

He may look like he can kill you but he's just a cinnamon roll

Jokes about his blindness as a defence mechanism

Had a crush on both Sallow siblings at some point and I can't blame him

Saw a theory on tiktok that his patronus would be albino snake. CANON

Just wants to have a simple quiet life without any drama

Protective of his friends BUT is more protective of his boundaries

Don't mind his blindness he knows EXACTLY how to be a fashion icon

Another cliché: Omi can play piano

And it's the only thing his parents tought him that he loves. Playing helps him to calm down

Is very private, but as soon as he starts to trust you, he will immediately blurt out his life story, dreams, fears etc

Though he can't see an actual game, Omi likes to go on a quidditch game, because of the happy energy around him

Is sick most of the time for some reason. Cold, stomach ache or anything really

Also a nerd. But unlike Sebastian he's a fiction lover. Helps him to escape reality, especially in his family's house

Clingy with everyone he loves bc they make him feel safe

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #poppy sweeting #natty onai #headcanon

[jellybeanium124]

Ok something I've literally never seen anybody talk about ever is the fact that Izzy apologizes for his little "insane, unpleasant, shell of a man" speech in episode 4.

To quote: "I said some things I regret last night. I don't think you're a shell of a man... or a twat."

Ed responds: "You were right man, about all of it." Imo the most common explanation for this line is buttering Izzy up to agree to his Stede-killing plan, which is something I agree with. Izzy turns and looks at Ed after he says this and Izzy gives him this look that tbh I can't fucking decipher.

Sad? Confused? Blank stare? ?????? idk

Anyways, what are the possible interpretations of that line? Let's start with the least charitable one and work our way to the most charitable interpretation.

Option 1: Izzy is lying and intentionally manipulating Ed.

I don't agree with this because like most people I agree that Izzy does a lot of things without understanding the consequences/implications. To agree to this option you have to think that Izzy has intentionally been abusing Ed for however long they've been working together, and imo Izzy isn't doing that on purpose here. I think he isn't doing that most of the series. At this point in the show things haven't gotten serious enough. Also he's not that smart and doesn't tend to think about things in the long-term, and to imply Izzy has been playing the long con for years abusing and manipulating Ed on purpose is just something I have trouble agreeing with.

Option 2: Izzy is lying, but just so he and Ed don't part ways on a bad note.

Izzy is trying to leave when he says this. Is he just trying to make sure Ed doesn't hate him after this? Ed's kind of an important connection in the pirate world, and Izzy could just be trying not to burn that bridge with the most powerful pirate. (and also he doesn't want Ed to hate him, I think, for some very repressed reasons.) I think this is a plausible interpretation. However, as I've posted about a loooong time ago, Izzy isn't a big liar. He tends to be weirdly truthful about his own emotions, with some exceptions (lying to Stede so Stede can die "doing what he loves).

Option 3: Izzy is telling the truth and means what he says.

Oh man. Dude. The implications of this one. The way Izzy hurts Ed over and over and doesn't even fucking realize it man. The way Ed acts when Izzy gives his little speech implies that this has happened over and over again and ed hardly notices it anymore (until the decade of repetition gets the better of him in episode 10). Izzy loses his cool and apologizes. Izzy loses his cool and apologizes. Izzy loses his cool and apologizes. Over and over and over. And if he's being honest, what does that even mean for Izzy? We know he cares about Blackbeard. How much does he care about Ed? Is there a difference between Izzy in episodes 4 and 10? I think there might be.

By episode 10, Izzy has doubled down over and over and over. He succeeded in getting rid of Stede, and Ed is, to him, behaving more differently/"weird" (bad, soft, effeminate) than ever. In episode 10, Izzy goes after Ed's clothes. He doesn't make a remark about Ed wearing Stede's clothes once in episode 4. Would episode 4 Izzy bully Ed into being the Kraken? I don't think so. I think it takes all his successive loses throughout the series building on each other to get to that point. In episode 4, Izzy is, at the very least, trying not to end his relationship with Ed on a sour note. In episode 6, in his mind, it has totally ended on a sour note and he has a vendetta against the man who stole his man.

I guess this post is part of my ongoing impromptu exploration of early-series Izzy and why I think he's fucking fascinating. Because early on we see more of an Izzy who, while of course still being an asshole, is a little more human. He's having fun in the woods with Stede. He's apologizing like a grown up to Ed. Starting in episode 5, he gets crueler, targeting Lucius because he's the most effeminate person on board besides Stede (with his most human moment in that episode being his perplexed and strangled "fuck off" at Lucius's come-on). In episode 6 he says "I'm good thanks" (or something like that) to Stede offering a draw and tries to kill him. By episode 8 he's bringing the ocean cops to Stede and Ed's doorstep. And of course, in episode 10, he's verbally attacking Ed and threatening him with murder unless he becomes Izzy's version of Blackbeard. Strangely enough, at the end of episode 10, we have another human moment. Izzy seems very conflicted just underneath the surface after the toe scene. The way Con's acting in that scene makes it seem like Izzy is just barely repressing "oh God what have I done oh fuck oh shit I'm in over my head fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck."

Well... like a lot of my metas (can this be called that???) this has been a stream of consciousness.... thing.... that I don't know how to conclude. I guess I'll say I lean more towards option 3 but if you read it as option 2 that's valid, but I don't think it's option 1. I also can't wait to see what this bizarre little man gets up to very soon. What a guy.

#ofmd #our flag means death

[beanghostprincess]

Usopp and Nami would rather steal from each other than actually share their things.

Usopp always snatch the occasional hair band nail polish lip gloss. She would take makeup but none of its in her shade. It's mostly things she wouldn't notice.

Nami on the other hand doesn't give a shit. Most of usopp's things she owns are new and shiny. Bought by sanji and her Dad. Tops, earrings, bras accessories and other stuff. She'd slip them in her pocket and when usopp asked for them she plays the fool. Blue tank top?? Nah I haven't seen them sorry. ask Robin

Sometimes it's blatant and very obvious that they steal from each other. Nami took her orange overalls and when usopp pointed it out she just simply stated that she wears overalls all the time. She has a lot of them missing. One pair isn't going to hurt her.

It started to get ridiculous and petty when they started taking things that didn't even fit. Nami took a pair of sandals that were oblivious too big for her.

she's a size 6 ½ while Usopp was size 9. Usopp took one of her bras it was too big at the time but she started to need them. They started getting into arguments. It got to the point where the crew got involved with their fights, some tried to stop their fights (jinbe, chopper, Franky and sanji) and others like to add fuel to the fire (Zoro, Luffy, Brook and Robin)

They (Zoro) would throw random pieces of clothing into the clean laundry and see which one claims it first. It was usually Nami but she would be talked into giving it to usopp (jinbe told her) . Since she doesn't have that many feminine clothes of her own

I agree with this one completely, but let me add that I think everybody steals clothes from everybody no matter who it is. Like I am 100% sure the only one who can't do that is probably Zoro because dude is pretty much shirtless all the damn time and even if he wanted to wear a shirt he'd have to steal Frany's or Jinbe's because big tits need big clothes. But the thought of Usopp and Nami doing it constantly to each other is peak best friendism behavior and I find this extremely cute and hilarious, please. Also extremely canon. Also, Nami, Usopp and Robin steal clothes from the boys 24/7 because comfy big t-shirts and (because Bean can't make a fucking post about OP without mentioning Sanuso, apparently) Sanji would absolutely die seeing Usopp wearing his clothes.

#i love the strawhats sharing clothes #it makes me very emotional they're just so cute #one piece #nami #usopp #transfem usopp #sanuso #<- i swear i'm normal about them

[sadaveniren]

Hi! Why do you think BG is still going? I see a lot of people saying that it is an alternative to Louis having to have a beard but in my opinion it's much worse to use a child who has no say in the matter and will probably grow up damaged than a beard who has signed up for the job and is getting paid well. A child is not needed to maintain a closet. So with that in mind, why do you think Louis is stuck with Freddie?

Okay you are like the fourth or fifth anon who has insisted that a child is not a way to maintain a closet and while I... guess I get where you are coming from I feel like everyone asking this seems to be forgetting that this isn't just... a decision Louis made in 2022.

Here lemme just include a portion of this ask and then I'll ramble behind a cut

That anon is 100% right btw. This decision was made in 2015 (tbh I think it was probably made in late 2014 but that's a whole separate talk) by music execs who wanted something flash in the pan for their boyband that was about to lose one of their most well known members (Zayn - and no this isn't blaming Zayn for BG I am lying the guilt very FIRMLY on the feet of Sony/Syco/Modest/Simon for this one). What happened after has just been... a shit show.

I don't think Louis knew there was going to be an actual fucking baby involved until October when Belfast happened and when the baby was born I don't think anyone knew how long this was supposed to last. They took almost two weeks to file the birth certificate. I think they were trying to figure out something else to go forward with it, and they were trying to muddle all of what was coming out so fandom didn't know top from bottom.

They ultimately decided to file the birth certificate and go the paternity route and everything was then meant to lead up to a paternity test denial. And then Jay got diagnosed with cancer in March 2016 and everything went off the rails.

I think decisions were made back in 2016 because of that so Louis could have the privacy he wanted for his mother and BG was put on the back burner of his mind. I think Louis did two years of hard pap work for BG before he decided "okay I'll move back to London and let this baby thing die off, I'll focus on making music I want to make and I'll figure it all out later." He did Xfactor like Simon wanted in 2018, he avoided LA like a plague, and he tried to get Walls made.

I think he might have felt he found a good balance ignoring everything by 2020 and not mentioning it and then Briana had to go and get fucking sued because she scammed some dude for fake boobs. I'm not expecting anyone to remember this but I went on a VERY LONG RANT about how dangerous of a position that put Louis and his business companies in because it involved taxes and the IRS. I would not be surprised that that moment basically made Louis go "okay well I can't just let things lie because then I'll have a bigger mess on my hand and stuff will creep up that I can't control that involves my closet" and so he has taken back over the stunt so he can have control over his closet.

Here's basically where I'm at and you can agree or disagree but this is what it is: Louis ending BG without coming out would be very difficult. Someone asked me "what do you mean babies are part of the closet" and it's kinda like... a baby is like the ultimate proof to the heterosexual world that you are heterosexual. You have had verifiable sex with the opposite sex. The nuance of how that all happens is lost in part of the bigger heterosexual picture. If you remove the baby from the equation you are now left with "Turns out Louis Tomlinson isn't the dad of the baby his fans never thought was his because they think he's gay and in a relationship with Harry Styles." And the fact that they have let it go on longer and longer just makes the fact you can't end it without forcing him out of the closet very difficult.

Especially if they don't have another section of the closet to fill that piece. AKA... he gets engaged or married to his long term girlfriend. Because what most people try to accomplish with their closets is that people don't go snooping around it. And losing BG would cause people to do that with Louis. "oh that baby was fake what about your relationship? oh you and this girlfriend have been together for how long and you guys never post anything normal or have gotten married/engaged? huh... weird"

And if he is trying to remove having a public girlfriend from his public persona, which I think he is, the only piece of the closet he has left is BG. Because if he removes BG he has to do SOMETHING to re-enforce the heterosexuality. He'd need to up the girlfriend side of things. He might need to get "engaged" so that way people don't go poking around at his closet.

TL;DR: BG is being used because it has been here. They missed the boat of ending the stunt at a time where it wouldn't have immediately outted Louis and now they have to use BG as part of his closet until Louis is able to come out. Which is his right to choose when he wants to come out. Does it suck for the kid? Verdicts out tbh but I'm not someone who thinks the kid really knows what's going on at this point outside of "oh hey I know this famous dude and go to Christmas with these people who are nice to me" and I also think when he's not with Louis - which is a lot - he's probably living his little six year old life with his mom and dad.

#for the record i would love to be wrong about bg and louis' closet #but i've thought about it a lot and spoken with a lot of people who have been here for awhile #and ultimately it's like ... no those things are pretty much tied

[vibes-of-chaos]

Maybe I'm just asking for too much, but you know what would be cool?

If we could praise and uplift dudes and bros without there being a bunch of asterisks and conditions attached.

When I see a post that's just like "shout out to men! I love men!" There's an 90% chance that in the OP's tags or in the reblog chain there's someone going "remember that the patriarchy hurts everyone UwU remember that while men are evil and dangerous some of them can learn to be better UwU this is for minorities btw white cishet men should die UwU" and genuinely if you post shit like that I want you to know that if you were on fire I would make it bigger by tossing you an open bottle of Everclear.

Forget hiatus arc I'm entering my "fuck off with your performative pseudo-activism bullshit" arc. I'm so goddamn tired of people pretending they're the good guys while actively telling half the population they don't deserve to live. If your beliefs cause you to look at someone you care about and say "but not YOU you're one of the ~good ones~" then unfortunate newsflash but that's literally a phrase coined by bigots. If you start attacking a man because he spoke up about something that affects him and then stop ONLY because you realized they're black, or trans, or whatever, and in your mind that condition means he's "allowed" to have a voice... then you are not the good guy.

Men are allowed to be praised without needing to reach a pity quota. Men are allowed to tell you that something you said hurt them. If you can't agree on that, then for the love of God block me and get off my dash.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Love at first sight pt2

RZ Michael x gn reader

Summary: little dude lashes and you're lowkey scared of him so now he tries to make it up to you.

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So he forcefully grabbed your hand made you turn to him and intensely stare at you with those dull black eyes. he thinks it's clear now that he's sorry but it's not. You feel as if your spine and heart is gonna jump out of your body and run away without you. Did you do something wrong?

"Uhm.. Michael.. Did I do something wrong? If so I'm sorry...!"

Michael thought, yeah you did something wrong, you ignored me! And you talked to somebody else the whole time too...

While you were thinking something stupid like accidentally talking too loud or maybe brushing against him too roughly.

"Forgive me..." You muttered that last part because how ashamed and stupid you felt, noticing how you bad you feared the one person who you talked so happily to.

The painfully tight grip never leaving your wrist as if to not let you go, which is making you nervous. You know his history with violence, he doesn't give mercy to both girls and boys or anyone in fact. You thought he was thinking of beating you up.

Michael was thinking as to how he can show to forgive you since he's doesn't wanna speak and then memories of he and his mom came to mind, at how when he breaks something and his mom forgives him by hugging him. He was a bit reluctant since he hasn't done had or gave affection to anyone for so long but it's just putting your arms around a person's body, easy.. Right?

Poor boy didn't know how flustered and awkward he would get. He was slowly lifting him arms up and you were he was gonna strangle you. You were mentally preparing yourself while also hoping guards would help you because you did not want to die just yet.

He wasn't even touching your body yet his face felt so warm. He warmed his arms around you really tightly which lowkey surprised both of you, especially you. Is he going to squeeze you to death!?

If he wasn't wearing his mask you would think he added too much blush on his face. It stayed like that for a few seconds no matter how much Michael's brain was telling him to push you off it seemed his heart was in the lead finally starting to accept it? And you were starting to like it too. But that moment was disturbed when guards who were passing by saw what was happening and thought he was trying to kill you.

"You beast! The hell are you doing now!?"

"Michael let go of them."

You couldn't even speak before the guards pulled you apart. "Tryna be sneaky motherfucker?" The mean guard who was behind you said, great. You got the mean guard again. Michael growled at them.

"No! He wasn't trying to do anything!"

"What, you thought he was hugging ya?" He started laughing hideously.

"Yes.." You look down.

Both of them stop and look at you.

"You sure he was hugging you?"

"It was like that for 15 seconds or more, if he wasn't I would already be dead. Wouldn't you agree?"

Oblivious to you Michael was absolutely burning inside out of embarrassment and was so close to to actually strangling and squeezing you playfully for you to stop talking but the handcuffs behind were refraining him from doing so.

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"What!? This is absolutely fascinating and incredible!" Doctor loomis exclaimed.

"Bring them in!" He said once again.

And then suddenly you were in loomis's office and loomis was more focused on Michael than you commanding him to talk Or respond to him.

And you just sat there feeling immense guilt, just when he finally interacted with you this happens.

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You were sure Michael hated you again but was surprised when he sat next to you at breakfast and he brought some papers and masks to make!

He scribbled something down barely readable, "you said you had three in mind" He listened!

"Oh yeah!"

"So I was thinking of adding red dripping and..."

It seemed as if time had stopped and the world was mute. He was cherishing the time he had with you and it all felt so lovely... He loved you. Wait what? He loved you?

What Michael just thought scared him and he rushed to the bathroom to compose himself. He was in love? What do you keep doing to him Y/n... When did he start catching feelings? Yesterday? No. A week ago? No. A month ago? No! Then he traced back into his memories when he first saw you. At how his heart dropped when he saw your face.. It was a love at first sight. It was five months ago... He was in love for five months without him even noticing. He felt so warm when he was near you which weirded him out since he had never felt this way before. But.. He won't let anyone else feel this way about you.

He came back looking a little rougher.

"Hey Michael! What happened?"

He just shook his head in response and continued making masks with you. Unknown to you while you were talking to him that he couldn't actually seem to focus on anything other than you and your voice. He's on edge at the new realisation and was thinking of the outcomes of what will happen if he confessed. He likes scenario B. You accept him in scenario B.

While you two were finishing up Dr. Loomis announced that two inmates will be sharing rooms now since the hospital is packed and needs more space.

"Ah Michael, Y/n." Dr. Loomis came up to you two.

"Yes Dr. Loomis?" You ask.

"You and Michael will be sharing a room." wink wink

"Oh, that's wonderful!" You exclaimed, sharing a room with your crush friend? How could you not be excited?

Michael didn't know how to feel, he was a bit nervous yes, but atleast he can be with you all day and night.

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My guy's getting a little too possessive wink wink.

Also sorry if the first half doesn't make sense I literally started making part two right when I woke up. And sorry if this was too short and boring I didn't have much of an inspiration to write. 😿

#slasher x you #michael myers x reader #michael myers x you #michael myers #x you fluff #flufftober2022 #michael myers my beloved #i love his face #i love his hair #i love his voice #i love him

[thebluestbluewords]

places where you shouldn’t be (where you could be anyway)

“This was a mistake.” Carlos says under his breath. “We’re gonna die here, right? This is where it ends.”

“Yeah,” Jay agrees, equally quietly. “Biggest mistake we’ve made in a while. Nice knowing you, but we’re not getting out of this one.” 

Their cart squeals as Evie navigates them smoothly around a turn. 

It’s fine. They’re all fine and great and surviving, thriving adults. 

Who totally know how to do grocery shopping. 

“Do we even have money for this?” 

Jay shrugs. “Dude. I don’t know. I didn’t even bring a wallet.” 

“What’s in your pockets?” 

Jay’s wearing a jacket with at least six hidden pockets. It’s one of the most honest, upstanding items of clothing he owns. “Nothing. Literally. It’s like, physically painful.” 

“Take some gum or something,” Carlos says, flicking a silver wrapper at Jay’s head. It falls on the floor. It’s a testament to the way that respectable Auradon adults seem to gloss over the VKs when they’re not actively shouting that nobody in the store even blinks an eye at them. “Nobody's gonna care about that. It’ll keep your hands busy if there’s something to fidget with, yeah?” 

“I can’t.” 

Carlos shoves the gum into his mouth. “Why the fuck not?” 

“Dude. We’re being good. I have to keep being good, or we’re gonna get shipped back and the girls would never forgive us. Do you want that on your conscience? Me being shipped back to the isle forever because I couldn’t keep my hands to myself in the fuckin’ grocery store?” 

“Nobody’s gonna care.” Carlos points out. He’s wearing a jacket that’s more rips than fabric, and the four of them are the only people in the store not wearing pastels. “The cameras only cover the door and the health food display. Stores like this bake a certain amount of loss into their profit margins. They don’t give a shit if we take some gum.” 

Jay shoves his hands in his pockets. There’s tiny little cheese rounds in the side cooler they’re walking past, and they would fit so neatly in his hand. 

He could fit like seven of them in his pocket without blinking.  “Nope. I’m not doing it.” 

“I’ll start moving my shit to your pockets.” Carlos says, chomping his gum so aggressively that one of the adults who’s pushing a cart in the opposite direction almost looks at them. “I’m gonna run out of space.” 

Jay twirls a bottle opening keychain around his finger before tossing it back on the shelf. “You wouldn’t.” 

“Mine’re gonna be full before we get halfway through. You’ve got a lot more space.” 

“Yeah,” Jay says, still casually, slouching so that they’re shoulder to shoulder. “Because I’m not fucking four feet tall, and I’m not wearing skinny jeans.” 

“You’re just jealous of my incredible calves.” Carlos says, shoulder-checking him towards the side of the aisle. The subsequent noise is a great cover for the transfer between their pockets,  not that they need it. They’re a polished ducking team, and the plastic-wrapped candy bars don’t even crinkle. 

Evie’s going to kill them both. 

#my fic #descendants #carlos de vil #jay son of jafar #evie is not actually going to kill them #mostly because she’s doing the same thing and hating herself for it #and they’re all going to have some lovely debrief time later #where they map out a plan of every grocery store in Auradon from least to most convenient #so they can practice on the least convenient stores first #and hopefully get through a whole shopping trip without any extras by the time they get to the convenient ones #and then they confide in their AK friends and Doug is like…. #‘have you ever heard of grocery delivery’ #(Ben is their closest AK friend in my heart but his family is unfathomably wealthy and has not heard of grocery delivery) #(they have a private chef)

[watermelonsugacry]

What are some songs that bandmember!yn and harry wrote together in 1d?? A girl needs to know

Stockholm Syndrome

A/N: yall ever just listen to the instrumental version of this song and just die? Anyways, this came out longer than expected...enjoy! 

SUMMARY: the origin story of Stockholm Syndrome and it’s growth since then (3.1k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!YN, famous!reader

Writing Fine Line masterlist

—2013—

“Belle definitely has Stockholm Syndrome.”

“What’s that?” YN asks as she goes to plop more popcorn inside her mouth. 

Her and Harry lay side by side on the queen bed in her hotel room, a face mask cold and wet, hydrating their skin from the constant weather changes they endure on tour so far. 

They both had decided to stay in and order an obscene amount of room service while the other boys go party and explore the city until ungodly hours. She prefers one of Harry’s hoodies and pj shorts over a leather, skin tight cocktail dress anyday.

“Y’never heard of Stockholm Syndrome?”

“Would I ask if I knew?”

“Look it up.” He says before munching on their shared salty snack, eyes locked on the huge flat screen in front of them.

“It’s about falling in love with your kidnapper?” Her eyes widen and she tilts her phone towards Harry. “How is this a Disney film?” 

“It’s Disney.” He shrugs. “They’re always going to make red flags look romantic as shit.”

"I mean the Beast is pretty hot."

"I'm sure there's a name for that too."

YN agrees with a snicker before relaxing back into the fluffy white duvet. Silence falls between the two friends, the sound of the movie filling the room.

The loud gasp next to him makes Harry look to her with raised eyebrows. “Wha’?”

“She’s a nympho.” YN laughs, sitting up and pointing to the screen where Belle is looking fondly towards the Beast while they’re out in the snow. “That’s the reason she’s willing to stay with him, innit? She wants some of that beasty, brooding, mysterious action. She’s a fucking nympho!”

Harry lets out a chuckle at her antics. He thinks he can listen to her ramble on about the most randomest things forever. “Sounds kind of kinky.” 

“That’s because it totally is.” When her eyes squint shut in laughter, he lets his gaze on her linger a bit longer. He’s encapsulated by how beautiful she looks right now. 

Her hair tied and tossed up messily on top of her head, relaxed and enjoying herself with him without a care in the world. The plastic mask on her face slips off from her scrunched up expression and he’s truly at a loss for words. He thinks she looks absolutely gorgeous this way, not an ounce of make-up on, just her. 

“But like seriously,” After putting the mask back on, she takes a sip from the mini alcohol bottle on the nightstand. “Do you think it’s like an instant thing?” 

She holds the bottle towards Harry offering him some. He takes it and she watches in awe as his huge hand engulfs the little bottle, making it look even smaller.

“What d’you mean?”

“Like,” YN circles her hands in front of her as she tries to find the right words with alcohol slightly in her system. “Does it take time to start falling for your kidnapper? Like Belle? Or once you see the dude, you're like woah.”

“Think it’s the former, love.” Harry says after finishing the rest of what’s in the bottle.

“Hmm, I guess so. Ok, not like I’m wanting it to happen or anything, but if you were in the same situation as our girlie Belle over here, would you try to escape or succumb under the gaze of your mouth watering, absolutely scalding hot kidnapper?”

“What’ if m’not attracted to ‘em? Like they just fucking kidnapped me, YN.”

“S’not m’question.”

He’s only teasing her, keeping with her conversation by the sheer look of indescribable excitement in her eyes and an amused smile on her lips.

“Y’know what? Why not? I mean, Beasty has a castle and seems like he wouldn’t cheat on me.”

“What if he’s in his human form?”

“Oh yeah, m’not staying for that.” 

YN throws her head back in laughter. He’d do just about anything to hear that sound for the rest of his life.

“So, I’d find you climbing down the side of the castle then?”

“No, I’ll just sing m’way out. Like a proper Disney princess.” 

“Y’already have the hair, babe. You’re halfway there.” 

She plays with the little pony tail he has on top of his head. He told her earlier this year that he wants to see how long he can grow his hair out and then donate it once he decides it's time.

“M’serious! I’ll be like,” Harry puts the tips of his finger at the base of his neck and comically clears his throat. “I know they’ll be coming to find me soon.” Harry sings with a grand wave of his hand.

“But I fear I’m getting used to being held by you.” YN riffs in the same melody, just as dramatically as he did. 

She stops her movements for a second, freezing in her spot on the bed. Harry’s paused as well. No words need to be said as they both have the same idea. 

In an instant, Harry stands up on the middle of the bed, the face mask in his hand and his face shiny. 

“Gimme your mask and grab your microphone thingys!” He says, frantically his hand in her direction. 

She’s quick to remove the white plastic from her face and hands it to him while making headway towards her suitcase. Harry leaps off of the bed and runs to the bathroom.

“Don’t forget to rub in the excess cleanser!” She yells from her spot in the hotel bedroom, quickly reminding herself to do the same. 

Once she has her microphone and electric guitar in hand, she snatches her laptop from one of the bedroom tables and quickly jumps back on top of the covers. Harry runs back into the room while he continues to rub the moisturizer product into his face. 

It’s not long before the editing software is pulled up on her screen with her hand-held microphone plugged into her laptop. Harry’s been scribbling away in his brown leather journal, the one she gifted him on his birthday the year prior. 

It gives her secret butterflies that he’s been using it non-stop, little doodles and notes decorate the cover.

After hitting the record button, YN takes the pick out from between her teeth and begins to rhythmically strum between two strings. After about two eight counts, she loops the audio and begins to slowly strum beautiful melodies, letting them drag out as they sound from her mini portal amp on the bed.

The two go back and forth from YN adding a few lines in the chorus to Harry suggesting there be some piano bits in the beginning of the song. 

Who's that shadow holding me hostage? 

I've been here for days.

Who's this whisper telling me

That I'm never gonna get away?

Harry holds her portal recording microphone in his hand as he sings their freshly written lyrics. He takes subtle glances at her as she bobs her head along with the music and watches the wavelengths of his vocals appear on the screen.

I know they'll be coming to find me soon

But I fear I'm getting used to

Being held by you

He knows that he shouldn’t be thinking of his bandmate, his friend, in this way. Their management team made it very clear in their contract that any romantic relationships within the band was strictly prohibited, but he can’t help his mind wander. 

It’s times like tonight where he has to refrain from pulling her in for a cuddle because he’s afraid she might feel a certain part of himself press against her. Or having to keep his hand from reaching out to caress her cheek before pulling her into him to find out what her lips taste like. 

Baby, look what you've done to me

Baby, look what you've done now

Baby, I'll never leave

If you keep holding me this way, oh oh-oh

—2014—

YN and Harry are in the recording room, the boys and the band’s production team sit on the other side of the glass.

As Harry sings the chorus, YN moves with her guitar to the rest of the song playing through her headphones. 

This is one of the first songs that the two are mainly taking the lead on. After they both wrote the song and made a rough demo last year, they were really excited to have made something solely together. They’ve written songs together in the past whenever they had the time to and weren’t usually the ones to shy away from sharing a selected few to the boys. 

But this song had a particular...topic to it that made them a little hesitant to share. But if the theme was appropriate enough to be in a Disney film, then it was perfectly suitable for a One Direction song. 

It was given that being the only girl in a band full of rowdy boys would come with its challenges. Don’t get her wrong, there are equal amounts of—if not more—benefits when it comes to the uneven ratio than what initially meets the eye. 

For one, the support that the boys give her is indescribable. From being featured in a song with Little Mix to her rants about her latest crush, they were and always will be there to lend a helping hand. Her most recent outspoken interest is her wanting to learn what it takes to make music. She’s been technically “making music” ever since she was in primary school in her mum’s kitchen, using every utensil as a form of some musical instrument, but YN wants to learn more about the technical side of what she sings for.

She doesn’t solely want to be singing into the padded microphone as the rest of the producers on the other side of the glass move the hundreds of buttons on the enormous console in front of them. 

Add the fact that the 10 producers staring at her are all men to the mixing bowl of intimidation and glass ceilings, then you’ve got yourself a cocktail of a shiny seat in the back corner with her name on it.

Who's this man that's holding your hand

And talking 'bout your eyes? (oh oh-oh)

Used to sing about bein' free

But now he's changed his mind (oh oh-oh)

Harry sits in the corner among the rest of the producers at the huge console as the song plays out. He meets her eyes from her spot on the couch, the rest of the band are scattered along the room and talk amongst themselves while the producers handle the song for now. 

They share a smile as they hear their song coming into full production, happy that it was accepted by the other band members to be allowed on their upcoming album in their democratic voting system.

I know they'll be comin' to find me soon

But my Stockholm Syndrome is in your room

Yeah, I fell for you

“It’s sounding really good guys,” Julian Bunetta, a producer since the band’s second album and close friend, spins in his chair to face the rest of the men sitting at the panel. “But I feel the chorus can still use a little work in terms of production.”

“I like Harry doing the chorus.” One producer says. “I don’t think there needs to be any changes made there.”

“We make YN’s guitar louder?” Says another. 

The producers go back and forth trying to come up with suggestions. Harry looks back over to YN, her lips tucked in as she fidgets with a ring on her finger. Her eyes wide and telling as they bounce back and forth between the men. 

Her eyes finally land on Harry again. She’s liking this bandana phase on him. He’s been doing it a lot more lately, keeping his word on wanting to grow out his curly locks. 

When it started to become a hassle to maintain, she showed him various ways to keep it out of his face. As much as he secretly enjoyed the clip that she put on top of his head, he felt more secure in the head scarf she had when performing on stage. Soon enough, he had a collection of his own, her olive green scarf will always be his favorite though.

With a soft smile and discreet head nod towards the producers, YN takes a deep breath and gives a small head nod back.

“We can add more piano in—”

“Harmonies.” 

All the men in the room look to the young woman in the corner of the room, the pink in her cheeks becoming more prominent as all eyes become lasered in on her. 

YN is never one to shy away from a group of the opposite sex, she’s been living with the boys 24/7 for the past 4 years if that says anything. She’s fierce and out-spoken and stubborn as ever. Yet, speaking up to men who are in a higher position than she is, their production team, men in charge of making or breaking her career—she’s learned over the years when to pick her battles.

“What d’you mean?” One of the producers questions with a furrow of his eyebrows. 

The encouraging look behind Harry’s jade eyes gives her another nudge.

“Harmonies,” She says with her heart beating out of her chest, but with more confidence nonetheless. “We can add a layer of harmonies on the second half of the chorus. And then some for the outro.” YN stands up from her place in the corner and walks up to the line of producers, and Harry. “I can show you, if you’d like.”

After harmonizing to Harry’s voice and ad-libbing a slowed down version of “look what you’ve done to me, baby,” YN finds herself sitting in Harry’s previous seat, but right in the middle of the row of producers.

She moves her head to the beat of the song as her fingers carefully and thoughtfully move up the various sliders in front of her (the ones she knows from constantly looking at the producers work).

The rest of the boys stand behind her, watching and listening to her make the song better with her minor changes. Harry can’t help the smile sitting comfortably on his lips, a sense of overwhelming happiness weighing on his chest. 

It’s in this moment where he knows that she’s broken the glass barrier, gracefully shoving her foot through the door, and is going to make an amazing producer one day.

YN slowly moves a handful of sliders down at once, making the song come to its echoey end. 

When she looks at Julian, he has a satisfied smirk on his face, leaning back in the black swiveling chair with his hands intertwined on his stomach.

“‘Baby’ finally came out of her corner.”

—2018—

“How’s everyone feeling tonight?” Harry’s lips tug up into a smirk at the sound of the crowd yelling at the top of their lungs. “Everyone doing alright? Having fun?” 

He adjusts his ear pieces as he hears one of the crew members say, “She’s ready for you, H.”

“So,” He anxiously plays with the tuff on his sparkly pink top. “I’m going to need a little help for this next song. I’ve known this person for about 8 years now and she’s been a very important person in my life.” The crowd screams continue to get louder as they begin to put the pieces together. Excitement and anxiousness fills the room as they hang off of every word Harry says. “You all know and love her. Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for the one and only, YN YLN!”

YN adjusts the strap of her butterfly guitar before walking out from the wings onto the center of the stage. Knowing that she’d be a surprise performer, her and her stylist knew that the proper attire for Harry’s show was a custom suit of her own. 

After waving to the fans, she walks into his extended arms, careful not to bump the guitars against their hips.

“People of St Paul!” YN smiles into the microphone that was placed next to Harry’s before she walked on stage. “You all look so beautiful tonight!”

The crowd is going absolutely insane as they see two of their favorite band members reunite on stage. Little do they know that the two have been an item for the last two months behind the scenes.

“So we’re gonna do a song for you all that we wrote a couple of years ago. Please sing along if you know the words.”

With that, the lights go dark, pink lights begin to strobe, and the sound of YN’s guitar playing sounds through the area. 

As they go through the song, YN almost comes down with tears as the crowd sings along with them. Even after the band split up and have gone to become solo artists, it warms her heart that the fans have remained unbelievably devoted to them. 

YN stands next to Harry as they strum the strings of their instruments, sharing his microphone as they continue the second half of the chorus. The smiles on their faces are sure to make their cheeks hurt until the next morning.

Baby, look what you've done to me

Baby, you've got me tied down

Baby, I'll never leave

If you keep holding me this way, oh oh-oh

As Harry watches her continue to walk around the stage, strumming the guitar he gifted her, looking at him with so much passion in her eyes as she sings, he has to rack his brain at times to find the lyrics as his mind becomes solely fixated on her.

He’s reminded yet again about wanting this to be his forever. He wants to make music, go on tour, and sing his little heart out until he has to be physically dragged off the stage. But most importantly, he wants her by his side for all of it. This all means nothing without her and that both excites him and terrifies him at the same time.

All my life I've been on my own

I use a light to guide me home

But now together we're alone

And there's no other place I'd ever wanna go

Who knew that that one late night in her hotel room all those years ago, mini bars and talks about a Disney princess having strong sexual desires for her kidnapper, would eventually lead to where the two stand now.

Once Harry meets her backstage and leads them both to his dressing room, he doesn’t think twice about reaching out and caressing his hand on her cheek, pulling her in for a kiss, never getting enough of how her lips taste.

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@wobblymug @be-with-me-so-happily @ashtongivesmebutterflies @kiwiskiwiskiwi @darlingdesire @obsesseddd @hopefulwastelandcreation @cacapeepee @breezie-b00

#harry x 1dbandmember!reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #one direction #one direction fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #prince harry #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #harry styles masterlist #famous!yn #famous!reader

[ahautism]

It’s probably two in the morning, one of those nights when they decided to just keep driving. Ren’s not sure exactly. Renchanting’s clock broke sometime last week, and it hasn’t been important to fix it: they all have phones. But he’s keeping his eyes on the road, so he’s got no clue what time it is. Not that it matters. They have all the time in the world, don’t have an itinerary, or an ETA, or even a destination. That was the point of the trip, spontaneity. Doing something new. He would still kind of like to know what time it is though. So he turns to Martyn, the only other person still awake.

“Martyn? What time is it, dude?”

Martyn looks over at him, taking a second to process the question, then pulling out his phone to check.

“2:46 AM, whatever timezone we're in, I’ve honestly lost track.” He chuckles a little, and Ren joins in. They go quiet again. Ren yawns a little, shifts in his seat, keeps his eyes fixed to the road. Martyn glances over at him.

“Staying awake over there?”

He nods. “I’m hangin’ in there.”

Martyn hesitates a second, a question on the tip of his tongue.

“Want me to talk to you? Help keep you awake, tell a story or something?”

Ren doesn’t look at Martyn. Keeps his eyes on the road still. Safety, and all. (He pointedly doesn’t think about all the times he’s moved his eyes from the road while driving, to change the song or roll a die, or give a wounded look to defend his honor.) He nods again. “Yeah. That’d be great. If you don’t mind.”

Martyn smiles at him. “I mean, I’m awake anyways. Keeps us both entertained. ‘S not a big deal. Even if it were, I wouldn't mind.” He goes a little pink, clears his throat, and starts talking. Talking about old campaigns, which devolves into stories about Jimmy’s ill fated game nights.

“And, get this. He had a seven! And he started this off saying he’s the best UNO player ever. Honestly, the audacity Tim has, it never ceases to amaze me.” Ren laughs. “So that’s why Grian’s eye twitched when you brought up UNO nights?”

“Yep! He swore he’d never play uno with Timmy again, but he still comes back every time. He always shows up late with some ridiculous excuse to pretend like he doesn’t care, but we all know he loves him.”

He laughs a little, and moves on, but Ren is still thinking about it. About all the ways you can say I love you without saying I love you. He thinks of seeing some silly little souvenir that reminded him of Martyn, and buying it for him. He thinks of Martyn climbing on top of him without hesitation when he admits he can’t sleep without the pressure. He thinks of just… tonight. Of how Martyn would do something for him, even if it were a big deal, even if it weren’t convenient for him too. He thinks about suggesting this absolutely insane plan, if you can even call it that, out of the blue, and his friends trusting him enough to agree. They may have all the time in the world, but they’re choosing to spend it with him. And he knows, in this moment, that they love him, and he loves them. And if he weren’t driving (two hands on the wheel - he’s a professional, after all) he would reach out, and hold Martyn’s hand. Just to let him know. He thinks Martyn would get it.

Ren listens to Martyn’s voice, and resolves to continue all the little ways they tell each other I love you.

#treebark #trafficshipping #3rd life smp #3rd life #third life #little snippet ​from a road trip au thats been sitting around in my gdocs for a few months :]

[hrodvitnon]

Y'know, back in the day, when Ozzy was still around, other Titans actually hoped that he would be the Gojira they came across in the case of any disturbances, simply because he was the reasonable one. With Goji, there was basically no reason to be had, it was basically guaranteed that when he was called upon, someone was definitely going to die. And although Ozzy and Mothra tried to quell this seemingly bottomless well of violence within his heart, but it didn't do much.

Still, one time, Goji was actually asked to go on a diplomatic mission by Ozzy. He begrudgingly agreed, much to Mothra's excitement, and insisted on doing it alone too. Cut to a few hours later, both Ozzy and Mothra went to search for him out of concern, and it basically went something like this:

Ozzy: Hey Goji, how's the diplomatic mission going-

Goji:

Mothra: Oh.

Goji:

Ozzy:

Goji: In my defense, they were not cooperating.

And he was never allowed to go on diplomatic missions again after that, not without supervision anyway.

You know, this reminds me of a time my friend was showing me Oblivion for the first time; he was doing a quest that necessitated sneaking and listening to a pair of ne'er-do-wells scheming in some dungeon. He's crouched in the shadows, the schemers don't suspect a thing, everything's set to go off without a hitch. Then one schemer starts talking.

"So--"

My friend, not missing a beat:

Me: Dude!

Him: What? He was talking too much.

Which I imagine is definitely an exchange that happened while Goji was trying to be "diplomatic".

#geminamari101 #gemini amorim #godzilla #monarch shenanigans

[lohstandfound]

i know people took this as like royalty au or something but i went with regicide au because i can

Day 5: Royalty

He is not my king, therefore it is not regicide but simply murder

Chloe plots murder, Rich enables her, and Brooke is worried. I lost my train of thought, like usual.

“He is not my king, therefore it is not regicide. It is simply murder. He needs to die.”

Brooke and Rich sat on Chloe’s bed, watching her pace around her room.

“If he thinks- If he thinks we’re just going to- going to agree to a truce after everything he did? He’s delusional!”

Brooke and Rich glanced at each other.

“Do…” Rich started slowly, hesitantly. “Do you have something in mind?”

Chloe let out a frustrated groan. “Taking away everything isn’t enough, he needs to die.”

“Murdering the king? Isn’t that regicide?” Rich rolled his eyes.

Chloe scoffed. “He’s not my king. Jake’s no king, therefore it is not regicide. It’s simply murder.”

Rich: "And how would you even do that?"

Chloe: "Hit him over the head with something big enough?"

Rich: "I'm not sure that's the best method. You might have to hit him a couple of times or something."

Chloe: "Then what do you suggest, my dear Richard?"

Rich: "That dude in that musical Christine liked had some methods for murder."

Chloe: "Which musical?"

Rich: "The murder one?"

Chloe: "Very specific."

Brooke: "You mean Heathers?"

Rich: "Yes! That one!"

Chloe: "Yeah. Because I could just go blow him up."

Rich: "I was thinking something more along the lines of the bleach or whatever."

Chloe hummed for a moment. "That's not too bad... With the amount he drinks that could work..."

Rich: "I'm sure you could pick any cleaning supply or something and, what, spike his drink?"

Chloe: "We might be lucky and he'll let one of us mix him a drink."

Rich: "Shoving him off a roof would work, too. Somewhere high."

Chloe: "You have some wonderful suggestions, Rich. Sounds like you've been planning for a while."

“Wait-” Brooke cut in. “You’re not actually planning on killing him, are you?”

Chloe paused, looking at Rich before looking at Brooke. Was she actually planning to kill Jake? She hated him for everything he had put her through. But did she have the guts to do so? Did she really want to get rid of him? It was truly difficult to imagine her life without him, he'd always be haunting her wherever she went. He had always been there, whether he was a welcomed presence or not.

Did she want to murder her first love?

Chloe: “He deserves it."

Rich: “Yeah, but we’d never get away with it. Look, we may have won but it really doesn’t feel like it. We know Jake, he doesn’t give up until he has exactly what he wants."

Brooke: "Even if you did manage to, y'know, hit him or shove him or poison him- We would still have to cover it up. Get rid of his body or any evidence that it was, y'know, us. Do you want to do that? Can we do that?"

#lohst.txt #bmc #be more chill #jake dillinger #chloe valentine #brooke lohst #rich goranski #royal pains #regicide au #royal pains week 2024

[saltygilmores]

THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS-SEASON 3, EPISODE 1: LAZY HAZY CRAZY DAYS (PART 2)

Anyone seen Jess lately? Eh, we already know what (who) he's been into this summer. But yeah that was definitely Jess. Winter, spring, summer, fall. even with a broken foot, Taylor Doose does not cease, yield, desist, nor take a break from his quest to line his pockets with the money of the citizens of Stars Hollow, under the guise of some sort of charity event. Fun! Let me guess, the Bridge again?

Sounds like a good excuse for Jess Mariano to wear short sleeves and engage in some tonsil hockey underneath a tree.

Mmm, Window Doritos. Luke and Lorelai still haven't made up. She's been avoiding him and the diner the entire freaking summer? There's no way. Without Luke providing her daily supply of supermarket Folger's, she would wither away and die.

Scenes that take place outside of The Hollow are usually the most fun but I predict this is going to be lame. They got some early 2000's politicans to make cameos in this one, people I'm sure the 16 year olds watching this show when it aired (or ever) cared about.

Who's this putz? *squints at nametag* Nice to meet you...James. He looks like a nice normal generically handsome dude, maybe for once Rory could stand to go on a date with a handsome dullard who won't kick up any leaves, kinda like that time Richard and Emily tried to hook Lorelai up with this guy's father.

Paris Geller for President, Rory Gilmore as her first lady.

You don't have a prayer with either of them Jamesy. Ohhhhh. James is JAMIE. Of course. I remember this generically cute, mass-manufactured piece of untoasted WonderBread now. The one who...takes Paris' virginity. Welp I guess I have to take back the whole "You don't have a prayer" thing then.

Paris agrees to dinner plans with UTWB (Untoasted White Bread), not realizing she agreed to a date, and Rory has to tell her what happened, and when Rory is more knowledgable about dating and relationships than you are, you know you have work to do. So what we have here is a fine blend: one part Paris being unable to relate to people, one part confusion about her sexuality, a subject that this show will refuse to ever touch on, and one part realizing she agreed to a date with a boy who is a bottle of human Nyquil, throw this all in a blender and you've got a recipe for a Paris Geller nuclear anxiety attack.

Kirk our neurodivergent king.

You do not, don't lie to him like that. Lorelai did invent a vanishing cream though. She slathers it on every time she leaves work in the middle of the day. Lorelai: Don't cows eat hay? Kirk: Yes, but "Grass There" is a bad name. LOL, that got a good laugh out of me. We love you Kirk. Keep being you. Lorelai and Emily have a pointless debate on the phone about what date Rory was supposed to be arriving home, Lorelai says she's coming home on Saturday whereas Emily insists she was misled to believe she would be home in time for FND tomorrow. Jesus Christ, Emily. Can't you let that poor girl decompress and have some time to herself after being away from home all summer? Can you let her skip one FND? Rotten. Emily wants to know where Crusty is and Lorelai says Satan is "Away on business". "Away on Business"=In the firey shrieking depths of hell (Boston?) Emily wants her beloved Crusty to join FND tomorrow. I swear to god if I have to fast forward past yet another Crusty FND I'm gonna scream.

No no no no. NO. Where is Alex? Bring me Alex! #SaltyIsAnAlexStan #PossiblyTheOnlyAlexStan

JarPad has a real talent for making every thing Dean says sound so ominous and serial-killer like. Rory: That gives me three hours to look presentable. Should I go blond?

He should want her to go blond because it'll be easier to conceal her identity when he kidnaps her and takes her on the run. Not only does Emily want to wrench Rory off her flight in mid air to force her into FND but she's agreed to meet Dean immediately after his plane touches down only 3 hours after her own?! Not only that, it's September 3rd, which means a new school year is starting next week, she's trying to talk Paris down from a nuclear anxiety attack and get her ready for her first date, I'd say that I don't know how Rory is acting so calm under all this pressure but we know she's bottling it up inside like a powder keg ready to explode and it's just a matter of time. Is this his home or a hotel room? It looks like a serial kiler's motel room on the side of abandoned highway. That chair is made of human skin. That's totally a serial killer's old tv, one where he holes up watching America's Most Wanted and grainy news reports about his own escape from justice. "My plane is arrving at 6" he says, unaware that the police tapped his phone lines. That shirt looks like something he took off of one of his victim's or bought from a dying K-Mart in some small town, where there's a cashier named Phyllis who's been working there for 30 years, he paid cash, tried to avoid looking directly into the store's security cameras, Phyllis just smacks her gum as she rings up his serial killer polo shirt, gallon of bleach, tarps and rubber gloves. To be fair, Jess threatens to murder Dean and dump his body in a ditch not long after he's already murdered Shane and fed her to the swans in this season. All the more reason Dean and Jess should call a truce, realize they have more in common than they think, and leave Rory alone.

Whew. There's so much to unpack in just these two sentences. Just like all the dead bodies Dean Forester has to unpack from his trunk.

That's what his victims say before he leads them to their demise. Rory has to hang up on Dean Wayne Gacy because Paris is melting down as her date with Nyquil approaches. Dean has to hang up because the SWAT team is about to bust down his door.

Rory's reaction to Dean saying "I Love You". She doesn't say it back. Stay tuned for part 3.

#gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 3 #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #paris geller #kirk gleason #Anti Dean Forester #lazy hazy crazy days #Alex Stan #Phyllis #Kmart #Human Skin Chair #Blood Stained Striped Polo Shirt #Salty's Crime Podcast

[i-restuff]

a personal Mario movie review from yours truly.

ok, so, I'm very natural over Mario franchise. I don't love it, but I don't hate it either. so this review is mainly from someone who is there only for the animation (also for Jack Black ofc). cool? cool. alright.

spoilers below

I'm going to be super upfront with the "good stuff", and sorta detailed with the "meh stuff". mostly because the good stuff is very self-explanatory while for the negative ones I feel like at least I should give a little bit of reason why I feel that way.

good stuff

I love the world-building, everything is very well-detailed and the environment is insanely rich

character designs? love it. they look absolutely alive and expressive

the casting. I think they're all really good???? I personally think Chris Pratt is alright too ig? I mean I kinda don't care, I was distracted with everything else in the movie. but he's fine.

Jack Black. nuff said.

I love Toad. I love Peach. DK. BROWSER??? everyone's very likable damn.

I'm obsessed with the 3d models ngl. there are times when I was focused more on the models than I was on the story. It's really distracting in a good way.

Storywise, I think it's decent but also fun!

love love love the dynamic between Mario and Luigi. Peak dynamic, really.

Such a nostalgia trip. I for one who doesn't know much about Mario had such a blast listening to all the soundtracks and looking at the itsy bitsy references and such.

obsessed with Lumalee. let em die :(

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the credit animation is super colorful I wish I could eat it.

^ I was watching this with a friend who is obsessed with Mario. there are times when he went absolutely insane and explained some stuff that I didn't know. which I think it's cool! it's crazy how there are literally easter eggs and fan service everywhere, it doesn't feel forced too. I really could see why people love it so much.

meh stuff

ok, imma be honest. I'm just gonna complained about the plot holes here,, It didn't really effect the story, but it did confuse me a bunch of times. again, this is coming from someone who doesn't know much about Mario. I might miss some stuff.

the transition when Mario/Luigi got teleported from Brooklyn to the Mushroom Kingdom. like, why? what's so special about that specific pipe?

also before that. why's Brooklyn drowning all of a sudden lmaoo. that part kinda felt forced just so Mario and Luigi had a reason to go below the sewer. it sorta makes sense I guess? but the pacing is pretty dang weird.

how does Peach know her own kind? "you're a human!". she was a literal baby when she first got to the Mushroom Kingdom

I love love love Toad character. I just don't understand his presence? I mean sure, he's bringing the comedy, but you could find the "comedy" elsewhere too. so his character is a bit useless despite him being the protector. long story short, the movie would be fine with or without him < this is how much his character matters imo.

the pacing after Mario agreed to fight with DK and then suddenly he's on the stage. tbf this isn't really a big deal? but the transition kinda bugged me.

I don't know what exactly they wanted to do with Mario and Peach relationship. do they like each other romantically? it doesn't feel like it despite being teased a few times.

my dude Luigi has to sit in the cage for how long now? kinda suck. I wanna know more about him, I wanna see him more in action.

that being said. I wish they did more with Luigi, give him something to develop on. because seeing him fighting Browser doesn't feel as rewarding as how we see Mario. all he did most of the time was get caught and sit in a cage while Mario had to go through all those bullshit. but I get it though. storytelling wise, Luigi is supposedly Mario's goal. to get him back and all that. I get that.

I can't feel sad for Mario for some reason??? (this has nothing to do with Cris Pratt btw). his supposedly "emotional" scenes didn't impact me at all. in fact, I felt awkward. I honestly don't know why though.

the final fight scene is also awkward? I mean it's cool, don't get me wrong. I think it has to do with where they're fighting? I guess imma blame Brooklyn for this.

the 80's pop songs felt out of place, but maybe that's just me.

personal rating? 7.

but I genuinely get why people love this movie.

#mario spoilers #mario movie spoilers #mario movie

[pollocamis]

So. Everyone seems to agree that Dive Back in Time is from CXS's POV, but I don't really think so?

Bear with me

(spoilers after the cut)

SO. UM. IT HAPPENED. THE THEORY EVERYONE HAS BEEN GOING APESHIT FOR.

And THAT's where I think the song is no longer meant to be in CXS's POV. I think it never was tbh, but it was always LG's song. I'm no interpreter (God I wish I was one of the theorists of Tumblr) so I'll just go through a few obvious points in order through the lyrics.

1.

"Without you, I don't know if I could take this road", "if only I had got it right before". While I think everything screams LG's POV these are the main-sentences in this part. W now know LG really cannot take "this road" (the timeline he was in) without CSX by his side. And the second one shows he's prolly very regretful for letting CXS die. Foreshadowing to it being his fault maybe? Hope not!!!

I'm not talking about the "chase you to the end of the world" lines, bc they're obvious enough. Come on.

2.

So... haha I hope it's not a surprise I'm a shiguang shipper.

Moving on: these lines are the main reason I thought the song is LG's. While the line "I'm always late to my fate" is kinda CXS coded (he's late to dying bc LG keeps saving him haha get it), the rest just screams LG and his silent love (be it wtv kind of love. Like even if you don't ship it you can't deny he loves him in some way. Would you rip the literal fabric of time and reality for someone you don't love).

"Here's to all the mistakes I never made" is pretty on the nose: he's gone back and fixed the stuff that caused CXS's death node to appear.

Now, the part that made me clarify I'm a shipper: "If it ain't for your misguided taste, I'd turn out so ordinary, fabulously un-addictively bore out my own brain". We all know LG's considered to be the more stoic rational one of the pair, and has probably always been like this. I believe CSX entering his life had such a big effect on him, he actually relaxed in some way or smth. I do not know the words to express this properly in English nor do I have any evidence of this, so I hope it makes enough sense.

Now this doesn't have to mean anything for the ship but I like being delusional.

3.

THIS. SO.

I believe he's saying this words to CXS when he's dead. He's probably like "well, I know I told you you shouldn't be messing with time and I'm gonna be a hypocrite but don't feel sorry for me I'm fine with anything as long as you're alive" (hence "I'll love where I'm going now"). " 'Cause I'm about to lose my mind" is simply him going apeshit for CXS's death to the point where he's decided to go back in time. You can't change my mind have you SEEN THE ANGER IN THIS DUDE WHEN CXS GOT SHOT ISTG-

4.

I know I said I was going in order and then left the chorus for the end but this screenshot has the last chorus so it counts :)

I think this is the main reason ppl believe it's meant to be CXS, and this is probably meant to be deceitful. We didn't know Lu Guang could go back in time after all, so it made it seem like it was CXS's words. Especially with "something secretive hidden inside your mind", which I don't truly have a theory for tehehe. But let's get back on track.

"All the heartaches and the smiles never faded, I know you'll be by my side when we make it" kinda seems like LG's telling that everything is fine after he's gone back, doesn't it? He's rewound CXS's existence, wich got him back to happy times; but he hasn't really moved on. His heart still hurts when he remembers what's gonna happen.

"I know you'll be by my side when we make it" is simply him being hopeful that the whole going-back-in-time plan will work. And maybe foreshadow to a happy ending? (please)

I probably didn't add anything new but I need to rant about this show a little bit 'cus i'm about to lose my mind *wink wink*

#link click season 2 spoilers #link click spoilers

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Tell me the plot of the best movie ever, which has never before aired.

I have no idea! But I do know that it involves a very important and difficult to execute subplot where someone tries to get their dick wet, but they keep accidentally getting the wrong type of dick-wetting event when they try. This is not a good thing for them. The main character has an unresolved sexual tension with another guy in the story which eventually leads to some kind of really awkward sex scene because he can't figure out how to tell him about his dick fetish until after they fuck (and this doesn't happen beforehand because there are other characters around).

Afterwards everyone agrees it was a bad idea, although nobody will admit why exactly so they just pretend like nothing happened while trying to act normal around each other.

They all go to a party at a warehouse where you can see people having sex through windows from outside and then one or more couples break up during the course of the night. There may be glowsticks involved somehow? There certainly should be if there isn't. It would totally make sense given everything else going on. "Why did you break up?" "Because we couldn't agree whether to use your blue glowsticks or my red ones."

Later in the movie there's an attempted murder by stabbing, possibly of somebody who had earlier been seen nakedly pleasuring themselves without shame in front of others. Somebody takes offense to this, and thus we find ourselves looking into the dark souls of two or three characters. They should all be friends though; don't worry about it. Also maybe people die too.

There could be an incidental homoerotic moment between the protagonist and another dude late in the film as well; he might catch a glimpse of said guy's bare chest/abs via shirtlessness. Nobody knows what to think about this either. You're definitely supposed to feel something.

And there might even be a brief appearance of Jake Gyllenhaal somewhere along the way.

#proship pantheon #proship-pantheon