#but sometimes you need a fuckign break

[whaliiwatching]

give yourself a minute

#spider man: across the spiderverse #spider punk #spider noir #hobie brown #noirpunk #hand on the back of the neck…… u get me #i just wanted to draw them hugging!! now its sad!! goddammit!!!! #listen they dont let their respective universes get them down #but sometimes you need a fuckign break #sometimes the world just sucks and you gotta hold someone you love until it sucks less #trials and tribulations of being anarchists

[hyperfixiation-station]

Lighter Pt.4

Pairing: Ghost x Reader

Summary: Confronting Ghost about his sad coma rant

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

You sit up in your bed, sighing softly. You so did not want to do this right now. You had just finished a physical therapy session and were exhausted, but this conversation needs to be had. You had thought about waiting until you got home, but Ghost had been walking around like a kicked puppy the whole time you had been in the hospital. You sigh again, steeling your nerves. 

“I heard you.” You murmur from your bed. Ghost looks up from the chair next to you, head tilted in confusion. 

“When you were saying sorry, while I was in the…coma.” You clarify, voice soft. His face doesn’t…pale, exactly, but you know him well enough that you can tell he is ashamed and scared. He says nothing, just stares at you with slightly-wider-than-usual eyes. You take a deep breath and decide to tackle the easiest issue first. 

“Ghost, darling, I-you have nothing to be sorry for.” You say, leaning towards him despite your body’s protests, “I chose to push you out of the way, number one. You didn’t shoot me, ergo, not your fault.”  

“But if I had-”

“Ah-ah.” You interrupt, “I wanted to go on this mission as much as you did. Hell, I volunteered when I knew it meant I’d get to work with you. So we both made that mistake, number two. And number three, you saved me. You can’t feel guilty that I got shot but not feel good that you kept me from dying.” You can tell he doesn’t agree with you, but he doesn’t protest either, so you leave it at that. 

“Now onto the more pressing issue, which is that you don’t feel worthy of my love.” At this statement Ghost really does pale. You reach for him, interlocking your pale, thin fingers with his gloved ones. 

“Simon, darling, how long have you felt like that?” You ask, voice breaking slightly, “Was it something I did? Did I do or say something to make you think that I don’t value our relationship? That all I think is that you are a ‘fuckign bastard’? That I wouldn’t move Heaven and Earth if it meant being able to love you?” You sound over the top, but to be fair you are doped up on pain meds and your only goal is to drive home the fact that you love him. 

Ghost stares at you, lips parted under his mask. 

“I-you haven’t. I just-” He pauses, frowning. If this conversation wasn’t so serious you would have laughed at his awkwardness around emotion. But it was serious, and you needed him to face it.  

“Si,” You whisper, “How could you possibly think I don’t love you?” “I know you do!” He says finally, voice cracking, “I just don’t understand why.” 

“Why?” You echo. He nods miserably, the skin that you can see under his mask flushed with shame. “That's…oh darling.” You say, cupping his cheek, “Do you really think that you not saying ‘I love you’ bothers me? If it did, I would have left this relationship a long time ago, but it doesn’t. You show affection for me in so many other ways, and those are the reasons I love you.”

He opens his mouth but you cut him off. “You notice when I get overstimulated sometimes even before I recognize it, you remind me to eat when I forget, you never get mad when I forget important dates, or forget to respond to texts, you bring me home little trinkets when you come back from trips or missions, which, by the way, is a love language. And that is just a few examples. I could go on and on about how wonderful of a person you are under that soldier boy exterior.” You blurt it out, not giving him a chance to refute. He looks down at his lap when you finish, but not before you see tears in his eyes. 

“Thank you.” He says hoarsely. You sit back, settling against the 87 pillows he had scrounged up for you. You know he is going to need a lot more reassurance, and you are going to need to drop as many hints as possible, but this conversation is a start. You yawn, the physical and emotional therapy you just went through making it difficult to stay awake. 

His hand is still interlocked with yours and you tug on it gently. He stands up, moving as close to you as he can get. He looks at you questioningly, and you pretend not to notice how red his eyes are. You tug his wrist again, pulling him down. He looks surprised for a moment, and then rolls his eyes. “Alright alright.” He grumbles, climbing into the bed with you. Very, very carefully, so as not to hurt your leg, he settles himself behind you, positioning you so that you lay against his chest, sandwiched between his legs. His arms wrap around you and his chin rests on your head, sending little shivers through your body. You smile at the feeling and sink into him, falling into a peaceful sleep. 

#cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #angst #cod fanfic #ghost fanfiction #no beta we die like men #fluff #Is it possible? #did I write something not devastatingly sad for once?

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

HIII THABK U FOR THE TRIVIA AND ASHE SONG before i take forever 2 answer those or forget here is a blank ticket to please please talk about prime defenders and their AWFUL emotional literacy and processing skills i would literally love to read that essay so much ive also been thinking about it incessantly. big eyes staring up at u.png. ok ok peace out GOODNIGHT !!!! <33

i lied actually im not going to bed im judt thinking about this ans listening to St. John on a loop now. hello catkiss.gif i forgot how youve filled me with so much joy. that cat is so fuckign cute

anyway. hi :) prime defenders huh. this is gonna be less of an essay and more of a sleepy ramble but ohhh i have so many thoughts. they all process things so differently and none of them are good at it they all need therapy so bad. ms.g where is the hero therapy why didnt you build that into w.a.t.c.h ma'am

vyncent is probably the best at actually processing things out of all of them, he just internalizes everything to the point where he wont talk about it unless hes pushed past the breaking point. vyncent is actually very.. emotionally intelligent? i want to say mature but that feels like im singling him out because hes the oldest. i just feel like because he grew up on Fauna and had to be in basically survival mode in a world full of monsters trying to kill you.. that makes a person grow up quicker than they should. i think vyncent had a good childhood and for the most part his parents took good care of him but just.. living in that world doesnt seem like it leaves room for a whole lot of expressing emotions. vyncent is good at quick analysis of a situation, but unless a problem directly interferes with the current goal he doesnt externalize it to everyone else. but bottling up his feelings and emotions just builds up pressure over time until something like the lich makes him blow up and let it all out at once, usually in a dramatic monologue format bc condi is really good at those god damn it. also they played off the fact that vyncent said all of that to the lich and then missed his attack as a funny thing but i like to think of it as. he got too overwhelmed w his emotions and lashed out too soon it made his fighting messy. vyncent is so angry and honestly after what hes been through he deserves to be !!!!

william wisp. my boy. god hes just like me fr so much so that it physically hurts sometimes. anyway. i always think back to the scene where theyre all in the cabin talking about themselves/sharing backstories and william keeps desperately trying not to talk about himself. the fact that hes so ashamed of his powers he hides wisp form every time. two of his powers are LITERALLY a) turning invisible and b) turning intangible, usually as an excuse to leave whatever situation hes in ("accidentally" falling through the floor at opportune moments in season 1) . theres. a thing that happens at the end of episode 13/beginning of epidode 14 that youre really close to and i wont spoil yet but god it has to do with this so extremely much please come back to my inbox when you get there. youll know what it is trust me. um. yeah. so anyway. i think a lot of this comes from a place of. he doesnt want anyone to be scared of him. williams not stupid hes incredibly smart and insightful he knows his powers are objectively SCARY. hes scared of himself constantly, he doesnt want anyone else to feel that way about him, so he shifts focus whenever those aspects of himself are brought up because if someone were to think about it for any amount of time theyd realize the truth that hes scary and dangerous to be around (<< william logic. hey remember how one of the reasons he originally left deadwood was because the monsters there were attracted to the wisps and therefore Him so he left to keep his friends/family out of danger)

i think a lot about williams death and the immediate aftermath, i dont know how much you actually know and how much of this comes later but . how does he go home after waking up from that. his parents know about his powers, so they MUST know what happened. what do you think he told them when he god home muddy and dirty and broken and probably bloody after being missing for. god knows how long. how does he look his mother in the eyes and tell her her little boy is dead. but hes also not because hes standing right in front of her. how the fuck do you think he felt the first time he went into wisp form and saw his body laying there !!! of course he wouldnt want to talk about that!!!! youre gonna have to pry william wisps emotions from his cold dead hands !!!!!!!

dakota's response to the ashe situation was to run away in the woods and do nothing but train for 10 months. he didnt think about it for 10 months. i dont even have a whole lot to say about dakota other than like. stunned silence whenever his inability to process trauma is brought up because grizzly does such an incredible job at being like "you ask dakota how hes doing and his face is just blank" << paraphrased actual quote from an episode i cannot remember which one. either 11 or 12 ?

also because im thinking about him im including ashe in this. we didnt get to see a whole lot of his canon reactions to extreme emotional situations so a lot of this is just coming from My Mind but ashe seems like hed be the type to repress a lot of his emotions too. being alone in your house/in your room for extended periods of time will do that to a guy. i think he feels a lot of things and will probably very openly cry/scream/get angry when hes alone but as soon as he knows another person is there he can immediately flip the switch to turn it all off like nothing happened. very much a deadpan "im fine." if someone asks how hes doing, even if hes got like. the remainder of tear tracks down his face. cannot physically express his emotions in the presence of someone else

#very tempted to add a thing about the greats to vyncents section but i am not going to #anyway do u think it was weird for him to have the people he idolized in his brain. they knew things he thought #they felt things he felt they probably talked about it its no wormnder he keeps his emotions close to his chest etc etc etc #anyway. #im projecting a little bit on all of these can you tell. dont take any of this as canon i am fully like. #oh boy how can i put aspects of my godawful mental health practices on my favorite little superhero teens. #especially ashe be he has not a whole lot of canon basis . sorry ashe you get my emotion switch #asks #intertexts #friends!!! #jrwi pd #um!!! sorry i went off on the second william paragraph i think about the early stages of him gaining his powes a lot. #its the danny phantom in me #also that last sentence was especially mean of me sorry. i did yhat on purpose :) i love to be evil #OKAY. im going to bed for real now. i had 2 get this out of my system before i slept on it and forgot all the thoughts fresh in my mind

[cupcraft]

i hate when they gaslight house about his pain. i definitely think that sometimes his physical pain is exacerbated by his stress/mental pain but that isnt something to disregard either. When hes stressed he thinks about his pain more even if it doesnt hurt any more than it did yesterday and people brush him off like it isnt a real thing. like 😭😭😭It still hurts guys

Exactly.

Like stress, anxiety, trauma, etc. are all things that can exacerbate pain and make it worse. They are things that can be caused by the pain, intersect with it, etc. It can make the pain harder to process and manage. Many things. Chronic pain and your mental state are linked but that DOES NOT mean his pain is "made up" just "psychological".

House needing therapy and addiction counseling aside, his pain is still real. It's always real. HIs pain being amplified by stress isn't fake. His pain causing stress which then causes it to be amplified in a cycle isn't fake. His pain is real and deserves to be taken seriously. Every fucking doctor in this show has no fuckign clue what chronic pain is like and it shows. They also act like House being addicted to vicodin is some moral failing when in fact like um he also does need pain management...and opiates are a form of pain management and a consequence of long term opiate pain management can be addiction which becomes a chronic illness on its own that deseves its own patience and management. People, other than fellow patients and disabled characters that also get what he's going through, see House's pain as a made up moral failing that is just his long sinister plan to be drug seeking which is just one of the most gutting parts of the show (and unfortunately a reality for how many people and the medical system treats disabled people and also addicts).

I think it becomes the most jarring when there's a narrative how many people defend Stacy's decision to break House's medical consent and autonomy, and the near sort of judgement he gets for not wanting an amputation. His decision over his body part is his own, his relationship to his leg is his own, his autonomy over wanting a prosthetic versus a leg and a cane is his own. There should be no morality assigned to what House wanted to do with his leg injury. And maybe, that morality is assigned as a sense of guilt people (especially Cuddy) have for the fact the only reason he was injured in the first place is that people gaslit him to think his pain was made up and that he was just some drug seeking individual (see the lecture episode where he talks about this especially amplified about how even the med students thought this patient who was really him was drug seeking and not having a blood clot).

There's also a way that many characters weaponize his pain, like they're trying to teach him a lesson to his "ego" and "selfishness". For example, I think to the episode where they took his parking space and made him and another disabled doctor be pit against each other. I think to how like "well technically the ADA and your accomodations says you can walk 50 feet so your new parking spot is exactly 46 feet so that means youre full of shit house!" and I think to how Cuddy was like "um being ambulatory is less disabled than non-ambulatory" which is gross and fucked up. I hate how she made him "prove" his disability by making him use a wheelchair, and I hate how she punished him for standing to save a patient's life. I hate how she was unreceptive to House being like "hey well 46feet or not you dont understand how much goes into my day planning where to walk, when I use the bathroom, when the elevator's out, etc. My whole day revolves around managing and mitgating my chronic pain" and like telling her there's more to his accomodations just being like "50 feet" because it is in fact more nuanced than that. And instead, it's again, yet another moral failing. The narrative pushed on house of "If only he amputated his leg and stopped seeking drugs he'd be so much better" versus the reality f addiction and chronic paina nd how that intersects with mental health

#tea.cakes #ask #house md #meta #tw ableism #ask to tag #sorry this is long i am crazy about this topic

[rainbowgod666]

Welcome to the Multiverse

The rules are simple: you want to send an ask? Its either me or some blorbo of yours. Its my Multiverse but there are so many fandoms in it. Holy Shit. If you engage in RP with me specifically rember that my entire "thing" is being The Author. I sill have to figure out of what tho (you would think the Foundation would know that. Well guess fucking what.)

To let you get started, here are some of my best posts. Remember that the Ourple ones are KINDA mandatory if you want ANY background on wtf is this blog.

List of my powers / Its the end of the world as you know it (and i did it on purpose) / an admin kicked me off the island lmao / Mental Health Time / You Absolute Buffoons / The Numeron Game / Well thats a thing that happened! / Out of touch: leap yeap / 🅱️usiness / Magnus did nothing wrong, except its steven universe / welcome to the internet, SCP edition / #HALLOLLAH# / AMERICA IS FASCIST HEAVEN BECAUSE FUNNY / Lost Childhoods / please save those poor gay americans / Free Disco Elysco / Bone to the bad / Priting Wrojects / the True Range of my abilities / the fuck's an apocalypse knight anyway? / @punkitt-is-here fucked Geronimo Stilton and i think its a good thing / Alex goes batshit insane and forces everyone to do as he says... again 🙄 / Screaming in a Pattern. / wizardposting: because powerscaling needed fuckign Zeno Dragonballsuper apparently / BEN 10 BUT LANCER? FUCK YEAH! / High Geology / fantasy settings on tumblr are really fucking cool actually / RIFLE. IS. FINE. BUT YOU FUCK UP DESIGN YOU UROD. / i technically claimed ownership of Dr. Bright and Betty from glitchtale do you seriously think im NOT gonna do that for homestuck? / XenasOuch / SCP-8000 contest, OR: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUC- / LEMMINO but like, 8 years ago / Hazbin Hotel: a necessary... something i guess. / research attempt: the wizardposting wine aunt /

Below is who i am, and also the tags you can (and should) search for

Hi, name's Alex.

Born on the first ever day of 2005 and also having aspergers, i am a guy from italy trying to make it impossible for anyone to spend a day without knowing who i am. Also i literally trascend powerscaling so hard the only things that can even put a DENT on me are... decided by me. Welcome to the multiverse i guess.

DNI: people who support genocide, people who tolerate corporate bullshit, racists, and terfs.

The following list is ALL THE TAGS USED TO NAVIGATE THIS BLOG. Seriously. This masterpost is an explaiantion for the "portal hub" i placed in the search bar

Lore Post: sometimes the lore of the multiverse, sometimes my personal life.

Welcome to the multiverse: sometimes MASSIVE textpost telling everyone "oh yeah right, this dude has autism", usually me existing. tHE MAIN TAG.

Alex's Answering Machine: literally my asks

The magical workshop: turns out the wizards of tumblr are the reason the phrase "some of y'all have gotten too comfortable saying stuff without getting punched for it" exist. And its up to my autistic, protagonism-fueled low self-esteem high self-awareness ass to... fix shit up.

Belowstory: undertale but REALLY FUCKED UP: so basically frisk falls down and is greeted by a feminine voice that calls itself chara (it becomes slightly visible after getting out of the ruins) and like the good boi undertale character he is he proceeds to save the world. This entire thing exists because one time I was like "how fucked up OP can a sans be before its My Immortal levels of wtf?" And uh yeah here we are uuuuuuh sans greets you by pointing a .44 magnum at you so thank the head of the guards (papyrus) for saving you. Everyone here is broken and just wants A Fucking Break. Also you gain levels in pacifist because LOVE is Level Of VirtuE. Fuck you lmao

Undertale.exe: so I looked at Camilla Cuevas being an awful person. Then i looked at the beautiful anime that is @jakei95's underverse... then i smushed it all toghether to basically create the perfect AU. Frisk is a pansexual fuccboi that Has Game, Chara is THICC and powerful, Betty is built like a ballerina and is 1000 years old, and Asriel is a Streemur. All of them live in this house far away from the city thats literally a larger version of sans' house. All charachters can legally drink (prepare for Drunk Chara shenanigans where its Betty Glitchtale the drunk one instead) and the only one who (probably) isnt gay is Asriel (even though frisk covets the Dreemur Dong) (one day soldier, one day...). Many chatachters from many AUs sometimes come to visit cause, you know. Its a nice place.

Curseworld: massive writing project of mine which is just "adventure time shaped mass of autism". The world is cursed and fucked over, and everything is colorful. Its also part Owl House because fuck you the magic system is FUCKED here.

Internet friends: basically internet stereotype-shaped people. We have a furry thats normal, a reddit/discord mod that just wants to work in peace, and the protagonist is Just A Guy but a-ha! He has both an xbox an...d ps5 thus fucking over any CAD reference. The last sketch i made was a mr.monopoly shaped guy who really wants youngsters to actually AFFORD shit who is married to a very obvious reference to Meru the succubus. Also i 100% intend to put a gag about mr beast living in an ATM when he isnt making videos

Im looking respectfully: look. Back then tumblr was basically Rule 34 with twitter users. Now its way better at the cost of a fraction of their value. Have fun looking at attactive women!

TOH:NEXT GENERATION: not even @moringmark's comics are safe! Enjoy the adventures of ayzee commented by me... telling everyone that shes STRONG strong. Like holy shit girl inherited will much?

Warhammer 50k: listen. This is just me looking at games workshop and fucking emperors tts and going "fuck that. Heres mine". This is a project where my "shard" assegned to this universe basically copies the imperium because, and im not joking, "the emperor is kind of a baka, but then again tzeentch is a thing so...". Also btw TTS is canon as SHIT. Like fr its all canon. Yes even the shadowsun fling, let kitten rest.

Pluripotent Impotence: an scp canon of mine thats basically "the foundation is so cold and clinical they MASSIVELY misunderstood shit". 6140, 6500, 5500 and 7000 are canon. 2718 and 5000 are in the files but they basically might as well not exist. 3812 is living tech support. 166 is in her early 20s and 239 is 19 and they fuck nasty (theyre also childhood friends. Girl Love i guess~) because fuck you clef love wins especially yuri go snort telekill dust. 2317 loves humans and thins theyre cute and squishy and when its seventh child turned out to be fucking JoyBoy? Yeah get this: he DID condemn the fortune teller that was like "dude your sevent child is one of those prophecy children that are so in vogue these days" but also messed with fate so that her death ended up being the coolest and most inspiring shit ever because he was like "considering the average Evil King story, i might as well just... let this happen! Maybe i can convince my literal offspring to spare me!" And it fucking worked. Also a bunch of shit is canon. @i-am-dado looks like a Kpop star and is somft. Dr Jack bright is my character and mine alone and also elias shaw is there i guess. My OC bangs the first one of these 2 amulet boys on a regular basis and the second one occasionally, dont ask why is there a gay polycule when im straight, there are some things that escape my mind. I have been in SCP for a long time and regardless of me making my account 6/1/2024 (LA BEFANAH) i have been here longer than you believe in. From my perspective it took a year before a 5000 contest was announced, so fcuk yoyu

Earth-ℵ₀: the best way to take care of the DC and Marvel universes is... let an autistic dude fix damages done by money-hungry idiots in hollywood. The joker is unimportant. Dr.Manhattan is Done With This Shit. I made a squad with random charachters i like. Lmao suck on uranium rods UwU

ytposting: (Funkdela Catalogue: Encounter starts playing)

Omni-shit: ben 10 is actually a good series guys, and the reboot is an interesting way of showing what would Ben 10 Classic look like if it was made Now

1% enhancement: basically i look at something and go like "hey what if the charachters were basically part me but not in a Knights of the Apocalypse way"

Tumblr italia: aò sono italiano che cos'altro vi aspettate

components: basically i use tumblr as image hosting. LoL.

Items: images turned undertale items. For reference, i have 2³¹-1 HP and my stats are ATK 100000 and DEF 65535. Yes the attack is a yugioh zexal reference. NOSTALGIA IS PTSD BUT GOOD.

Mungeon Deshi: dunmeshi is a good anime and marcille is italian

Full Nelson Analchemist: if FMA exists in my presence im going to give the 20k mg weed gummy to Truth

Evangelion 4.0: look, hideki anno has gone insane. Every time he makes evangelion as the most brain damaging version of telling someone to go touch grass people inevitably miss the point. I take it upon myself to give the @jakei95 treatment to the poor creatures (also fun fact: KAWOSHIN CANON. THEY KISS ON SCREEN. FUCK YOU AMERICA.)

The hoes are stuck: homestuck. What you thought they were safe from my grasp? 人間 you havent seen sheiße.

FeeF the BeeB: minecraft mod bullsheiße

[[Nothing Is Worth The Risk]]: lets just say that sometimes, the multiverse isnt that "cool and good"

Side effects of reading this blog can vary between true insight into the inner workings of the universe and self-defenestration from the top of the burj khalifa.

Ultimate Sonic: i have a Sonic AU where... uhm... just. If i have a post about that. Just look at it. LoL.

Multiverse Polls: i make tHEM-

Anyways welcome to the multiverse

Do yourself a favour and dont go out without a loaded gun.

#Lore Post #welcome to the multiverse

[randomalistic]

Rewatched Princess and the Frog tonight: it’s got some GREAT moments, but it’s overall just fine. (With a few glaring issues but . Yeah 💚)

Ok first off the visuals are really great. I’m still sad Disney basically destroyed their 2D animation department after this movie. And also Pooh but whatever. The characters are so expressive and it’s really cool :)

I especially liked this style change during one of the songs :] it was unique!

Very beautiful visually and it focuses on being extravagant and fun! Which yknow sometimes you need something like that. But it’s also really really. Really surface level and sanitized 1920s New Orleans. Cuz like yeah it’s a Disney movie- they obviously care more about making it child appropriate than time period accurate

It had this whole ‘it doesn’t matter if you’re Black or white we’re all equal!’ thing going on and?? Pretending racism doesn’t exist outside of MAYBE TWO LINES is kind of fucked especially when your movie discusses class differences with rich Prince Naveen (who is from a made up country also) and working class Tiana. This is definitely an issue they could’ve dove more into but they were like. “Nooooo only a few white guys landlords are bad and rude... The black guy chef was also mean to her !” THATS VERY STRANGE. STOP PRETENDING LIKE ITS A “BOTH SIDES CAUSE THE PROBLEM” ISSUE GUHHHHHHHH

Not to mention Tiana is an absolute workaholic and they never really explicitly denounce that as a bad thing. Like sure Naveen is like "maybe you should chill out more" but she was working TWO JOBS AT ONCE, BARELY SLEEPS, and almost NEVER spends time for herself 😭 And it doesn't affect her performance at all?? Maybe Shes Just Awesome But IDK. They frame it as "shes such a hard worker! and if you work hard, everything will turn out ok!" which is a nice sentiment but not realistic. It being a kids movie doesnt make it exempt from criticsm cuz little kids watching it might get the expectation that working yourself to the bone is normal, when in reality that can be really dangerous. Basically Tiana Deserves A Fuckign Break

Anyways im dissing this movie way too much LOL. It does a lot right but I'm only focusing on the issues </3 I really admire Tiana's perseverance despite being overworked as Fuck and her ability to refocus on what's important to her, that being her family and her restaurant. ❤️ Also the whole ‘turning black person into cute marketable creature” trope thing unfortunately tries to push that issue away even further. So basically this movie follows a lot of bad tropes and the 2nd half when they become frogs slows the movie down quite a bit. Not that it was bad, it was just a different direction that was Arguably Less Interesting. although it gets points for being furry media (technically) I will not deny that.

this movie is 20% about a working class black woman facing adversity and 80% about frog romance. sorry

woaht the fuck theres4 of them

Best character alert?!?!!⚠️⚠️⚠️ Like yeah obviously it’s Dr Facilier he sort of carries the whole movie. EASILY the best musical number of the whole film and Friends on the Other Side is one of the best Disney villain songs PERIOD!!!!

(THIS MIDDLE GIF IS FUCKIJG INSANE.)

You can tell they had so much fucking fun making this scene and I love that so much 💚💜

Sentient evil shadow that can interact with the real world?? Cool as FUCK. Shady deals with the shadow realm that inevitably turn against him?? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP!!!!!! WHAT A COOL DEATH… Although there is the fact his black magic is a wide & inaccurate mishmash of different cultural practices to make him appear more Spooky and Evil TM. Is he good representation ? Who am I to say. People love him anyways.

(Maybe it was done that way to make him appear like a ‘Jack of all trades’ or like he’s dabbling in multiple practices when he’s not supposed to, getting him in dangerous business with the “shadow realm.” But that still doesn’t justify it)

Very petty complaint but i was watching this together with my friend who does tarot. As far as I know, NONE of his tarot cards Make Real Sense or have any correlating meaning with what number they are (except for The Tower, which was when he said Naveen’s funds were low.) it’s not like the average audience member knows tarot, but would’ve been cool if they went that extra mile :’)

Louis was perfect and I have no complaints. Just a big goofy guy AND he’s so talented ! 2nd best character easily

Ok. OKAY FINE I ended up liking Ray more than I expected. [BOOOOOOOOOOO] HEY. I’m just saying He was a happy little fellow. I might be stupid. I don’t think he ever Caused Problems for the main cast which would’ve made him more annoying . But also how wasn’t he Squashed to a pulp LOL. YOU LITERALLY HEAR HIM SQUISH … THEY SHOULDVE HAD A SHOT WITH HIS GUTS EVERYWGERE ON THE PAVEMENT !!!!!! 🙄 I was not attached to him but I didn’t hate him.

(Gif of him dying infintely anyways)

ALSO bro selfships with a star. And after death him becoming the star next to it … 🥺IM SO EASY.

Those 3 slapstick frog hunters were an absolutely useless threat. Facilier’s shadows were JUST established to be after them and that was enough of a threat!! The hunters ONLY existed for cheap comic relief and for Naveen and Tiana to bond and become heterosexual frogs 💔 WORST CHARACTERS !!!!!!!!!! I HATE CHILDREN’S MOVIES !!!!!!!!!

Naveen kind of sucks but at least he learned how to suck less through mincing mushrooms <3 yeah that’s called a character arc 😲’if I can learn how to mince you can learn how to dance’ IT WAS SORT OF CUTEE OK.

Ok I’m getting tired. Bird critique: when they arrived in the bayou for the first time they played Laughing Kookaburra calls. No offense but I dont think this native Australian bird belongs in southern Louisiana and It’s Actually Quite Lost

Anyways the movie is FINE. I probably wouldn’t rewatch it but Dr Facilier is awesome Also i watched this video and i liked it teehee

#princess and the frog #the princess and the frog #Disney #movie #txt #movie review #review #film #Youtube

[lostacelonnie]

Every day i am some level closer to just. Burning capitalism down. Yeah! If mihoyo aint gonna look after em than i will. Cant wait for noelle hangout pt 3 where she & lumine just. Go on more dates. Every day the one ending of them under the windrise tree, noelle holding a rose lives rent free in my head. Same with the one where noelle studies & lumine gives her such a soft look. Sadly i think faruzan gets the next hangout though. So who knows when the rest will get more. Never heard that song but those are wise words indeed. Ive been a supporter of problematic women since i was a homestuck fan & that will never change. Hu tao is like. A cat with zoomies is the best way i can describe her style. She's fun in teams with yelan. Entirely fair i usually do when the whim strikes me but most of the time im busy or going on hiking trails. Ooooh please do i would love to see some pictures from norway. Honkai has hot women thats how it got me. But friends getting you into media is so powerful a force. At this point i go for useable stuff & go i aint got time for grinding there's world to explore. It may be a bit because im in the middle of 3 games rn because hyperfixation. But i will get to it soon hopefully. Need more time in the day

yeah same!!!!! tho i got kinda sick so i didnt have to go to school this week 𝓁𝓂𝒶𝑜. ABSOLUTELY theyre like little cousins to me. and literally like??? ur right the rose one went OFF with the home of sexuality but the story of both hangouts is literally just. them on a date. but also kinda on topic but sometimes i forget some ppl dont get the gayness bc i forget ppl play traveler aether. i believe in abyss princess lumine supremacy but at the same time get jumpscared whenever i see clips with aether. i dont rlly know much ab faruzan lore bc honestly i never bothered to check but im a bit curious now??? but yeah one char i rlly want a hangout for is fischl. and good for you, i never got into homestuck bc Its So Fuckign Long but maybe some day. im already being problematic on main by being a danganronpa fan so whos gonna stop me. and ooh thats cool!!! also speaking of yelan, my bestie just got her so the two of us are probably gonna go on a nahida-yelan power duo boss-murder spree. not very excited to fight the ruin serpent over and over but avery did help me with the cryo hypostasis [my beloathed] so its the least i can do. i dont rlly have a way to travel without my mom yet and shes Always busy plus were both autistic and have a habit of planning everything way ahead so i cant go whenever i want. oh well. ill keep u updated then!!! and yeahhhh hot women definitely were definitely one of the biggest things that got me in as well. i remember av showing me the fallen rosemary trailer and thats what the breaking point was i think. good for you honestly, i was a very casual player in both honkai and genshin a long time ago but then i heard that palatinus equinox is gonna release and grinded for her and it just. stuck. then transferred into other games. and fair. also feel like that sometimes even tho im staying at home rn.

#it is. 2am rn. but i cant sleep so might as well respond while i have the energy to #asks #pen pals

[foxymoxynoona]

I read what phrench said yesterday about flux and I would like to thank her on behalf of 🌚 because we’ve been arguing nonstop about this chapter over the weekend🥹 we have different opinions and by that I mean I defend Sasha too much and she defends JK/no one too much. So she was happy phrench made that comment, she felt less alone (she also said she doesn’t like Sasha as a person that much but she’s still in the first half of the first book so is really entitled to an opinion?🤷🏻‍♀️). She would also like to add “let’s remember when Sasha and JK were first “dating” she was having sex with the Australian guy and never told him once they started having sex” and I just said she was probably being careful with Hudson (how is he? Is he eating? Is he okay?) and they were not really dating so she didn’t need to tell him. See? I think I defend her too much, sue me lol. Below I attach the proof of us arguing over this for literally 3 days straight.

🌸

wait wait so she's arguing with you but she's only read the first half of Flux? how does she know what happened??

Regardless, I love to see it. My dream as a writer was always to put a wedge into even the closest of friendships.

Also, please know the next chapter was already written before you sent this in because there's one part that will amuse you know 😉

But I actually feel really good to know the situation is getting such different responses because I wanted it to be in that mushy argumentative space --otherwise it makes no sense why they didn't just immediately break up or why this even happened in the first place. I know some people still were feeling unsettled about what happened with Seojoon and Sasha --and those feelings are important to help understand what's happening now too. I know some people felt like they got back together to oeasily and quickly --and those feelings are important to help understand what's happening now too. There are all these small things that have been woven in sicne the beginning and those things --good, bad, neutral, and unavoidable-- created the tapestry we're looking at right now. That looks like a fuckign trainwreck lol. There are so many "what ifs" here that could have changed what happened or might not have but could have changed how either character or we react. What if JK had told Sasha? What if she didn't think to suggest they get tested (because she didn't get tested, to Phrench's point, and because sometimes we just don't think to do the obvious thing when we're in the situation). Etc.

ANYWAY I'm excited to keep digging in on this stuff. The growth and development of their relationship --not just their love, but their relationship-- is obviously one of the main conflicts in this story, and all the things like communication and honesty and self-reflection and -awareness, and trust are all wrapped up in that. And they are all thigns that are easier to say than to do, especially in your own situation.

So I'm not surprised people have different answers full of lots of caveats when trying to answer something big and simple like "who fucked up worse?" It's much easier to focus on individual mistakes because otherwise... yeah, you kind of maybe do need to go all the way back to the beginning........

(Also as an aside, thank you for sharing these things with me. It's really excting and validating and mind-blowing to see people spending time talking about the stories I create!)

#flux #asks #🌸anon #🌚anon

[bogchampion]

ugh............

I can't keep fuckign doing this I feel constantly fucking sidelined I'm a goddamned failure we had something and then it got stale and boring and you moved on and I didn't and I've felt so fucking hollow ever since and now I just have to sit and watch everyone else around me bonded and happy and thriving and inspired and I'm just sitting here a sad pile of slop in the corner just begging for connection and interaction again even though I don't bring anything to the table anymore because my life is ruining me. and I can't slow the damage that the stress deals because it's a feedback loop I get worse at rp and oc stuff which is my only escapism anymore, so I get more stressed, which makes me worse at it. And the whole time i want to claw my own skin off because I can't stop thinking about what I used to have, how happy I made someone how we both played off each other and now it's just not good enough anymore it's so fucking ugly and selfish too it's fucking disgusting and maybe it's better I just don't bond with anyone if I'm going to be like this but in that case I should also just die because that won't get rid of my desperate little need for dopamine from playing imaginary games.

so im just screwed I guess. Maybe people are just humoring me because it's so visible that letting me down even gently would just fucking break me but. whatever I'm going to break regardless eventually, I drive away everyone because my emotional bullshit and fifteen years of mental illness is just too much. And y'all deserve better than me anyways. someone who can handle change in topics and doesn't retread the same boring paths constantly and can draw pretty pictures in return. someone who isn't constantly trying so hard that it just loops around to being pathetic.

say what you want but everyone seems happier when creating with anyone other than me.

and I get it. The last two years have left me a shell. I have no passion for anything anymore even though I thirst for it so fucking desperately sometimes, there's just a block and I don't know where or what I'm doing wrong but it just adds to the fucking loneliness okay. watching everyone else play without me is just a theme of my fucking life

No one is reading this and there's maybe one person alive this even makes sense to in which case im sorry I can't say this to your face I probably shouldn't but I'm upset in a parking lot and this is all I can do.

I just don't know what else to do. What I did wrong. Or how to change it. There probably isn't. I'm just fucking alone again. Pathetic dramatic little piece of shit creature, clingy and jealous and ready to see the worst. no wonder everyone gets sick of your miserable ass.

only so much of this I can blame on hormones I'm just a shithead at the end of the day.

I just want to escape but I can't it all makes me too sad just remembering what I don't have anymore.

#bog shut up #vent post

[berryunho]

whenever i write i put my entire music library of like 3000+ songs on shuffle and don't let myself skip ANY of them bc if i look at my phone for .1 seconds ill get distracted but anyways on rare occasions say my name or hala hala will shuffle on. and i take that as a sign from GOD that the next few paragraphs ill write will be the best pieces of writing to ever leave my brain

#this is me putting off writing dialogue <3 #hehe #sometimes songs like fuckign cannibal by kesha shuffle on though and then i have to take a break to shake my ass #of course also all the sad kdrama osts also shuffle on and then i have to take a break to cry #did you guys watch moon lovers bc i will never recover from that drama mf 6 years later #but outside of kpop my music taste is mostly metal so ill have some man screaming in my ear as im like #it adds to the experience i swear #i should probably just make a writing playlist. but thats not as fun. #the ladder by miw just shuffled on FUCCCKKKK #I NEED TO WRITE BYE #berryunho.txt

[cmycursed-a]

#I think my favorite moments of wilf's #are those rare moments of lucidity you see in him #bc it's not all manic all the time #there are just some topics that break through that defensive fog of a personality he's got going on in his head #and for a split second - like when he's talking to the detective in wmlw - you recognize that dude again #it's not Exactly the colonel but it's more colonel-esque than anyone'll see out of wilf anymore #and it's just............. him y'know #he can drop the persona wall for a minute and talk seriously #it's just that he chooses not to because being Him is honestly what keeps him sane #if he were to let that all drop he'd succumb to all the pent up sadness and rage and exhaustion that just fuckign haunts him #but the little glimpses are okay #sometimes the walls need to drop to drive that point home #* ooc #* headcanons

[roblox-milf]

Demon slayer people w/ arachnophobic s/o

you scream for help and they eat through the door just to check on you, the most amazing person they know squished in a corner with a mother spider with babies riding on her back on the floor a few feet away from you.

eats them no hesitation

as soon as he comes through the door ready to kick someones ass and then he sees you point the insect out he drops his weapons and scoops the fam up with his dirty hands and pops all of them in his mouth like a grape

he CRUNCHES

so your just standing there watching him mercilessly swallow a whole family of spiders like,,, omg???? bro????

after the most horrifying 20 seconds of your life, he stands up, looks at you, and opens his hand up to your face where mangled dead spiders pool in between his fingers and palm, and he smiles at you, black legs dangling out of his red stained teeth.

will be vry offended if u dont accept his offering of love

So after making him wash his hands and mouth for the first time in his life, you shakily explain to him your undying fear of spiders and at first he's like "wtf?? they're so easy to kill why are you scared of them????"

but after seeing how deeply you fear them and putting some thought into it, he tries to make you feel more comfy.

Instead of eating spiders, (inosuke thinks that he should be able to put anything he wants into his mouth but complies anyway🙄 ✋) he just kinda, roughly grabs them and chucks it into the forest.

He genuinely tries to be supportive but sometimes gets annoyed of how scared you get but he loves you anyway and works with you and your fears.

10/10 your little feral spider murderer 🥰

He grew up in a area where critters and insects are very common, and being the eldest sibling he was usually the one removing them from his house, or showing off cool harmless spiders to his siblings to pet; therefore he's very comfortable handling them.

He could smell your pants shitting terror from a mile away, and he quickly rushes to you, anxiously yelling your name until he breaks into your room, seeing you squat in the corner holding a rock that quivered in your hands.

Then he sees the spider family vibing in the middle of the floor.

quickly connects your fear to the little dude and he quickly scoops the lil guys in his hands, gives you a reassuring glance, and rushes out to gently release the mama and her babies on a tree or plant outside.

comes back and makes you food or just rubs your back until you feel comfortable talking.

After everything calms down, he asks you about your fears and is genuinely curious to why your scared of spiders on sight.

He nods in understanding, and tells you that if a spider shows up again, just call for him.

After that day, he starts informing you about spiders and what they do and how they act, hate and fear usually come from misunderstanding, and he wants to help you out.

he'll encourage you to face your fears and basically gives you therapy.

He'll go on walks in the forest with you and point out different insects and creatures, and if you feeling up to it, he'll put one on your arm or hand and let you get accustomed to the creature, and, eventually he hopes, spiders.

fuckign dies

it doesn't even have to be a real spider if its a black small object that moves hes having a mental breakdown no objections

They're icky and gross and it makes Zenitsu want tear off his skin whenever he sees those little legs squirm across the floor.

SO when he comes running to the room to make sure your okay, every single organ in his body stops functioning as soon as he sees the spider.

with BABIES

he makes eye contact with you across the room, he's silently screaming your silently panicking, the spider is making a cute web between the floorboards you need to go to the bathroom its all a mess.

you guys slowly inch out of the room and hand in hand you both take night-shifts for the rest of the week keeping an eye on the spider.

honestly you both are scared together and help eachother out, sometimes he whisper yells your name for help because oh god spider and you open the door, throw salt on the ground, drag him out and push inosukes sleeping body against the doorway.

tanjiro eventually gives you both exposure therapy but the mental trauma is already done.

you both are terrified together and it couldn't be a more mutually traumatized and supportive relationship.

#demon slayer x gender neutral reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x y/n #zenitsu x reader #inosuke x reader #tanjiro x reader #demon slayer imagines #im sobbign #who am i

[mizunetzu]

Atsumu + Alcohol

If you make him drunk, I will hug you. Also, glad to see you’re back! :>

He’s drunk. Hug me. Now. But ehehe it makes me happy that you’re glad I’m back :,) NOW HERES DRUNK ATSUMU!

Also only @shiny-bun wanted to be tagged sobs reeeeeaaaal confidence booster I know :,)

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Atsumu x reader - Sweet, Sweet Lies Called Drunk Miya Atsumu

⚠️warnings - mentions of alcohol through the fic. reader records videos of atsumu drunk whenever he sees him. It isn’t in a sexual way at all; and reader doesn’t touch atsumu unconsentually at all. Just likes to watch him drunk bc he loves him still :,)

Also: FUCKING ANGST. you know it’s fuckign angsty when I got emotional writing it. Also, grammarly proof read it don’t trust it.

Pronouns - male, he/him

——————

“I think we should break up.” 

(Y/n) blinked, before down casting his head. He said nothing for a while, before opening his mouth again bluntly.

“...ok.”

Atsumu furrowed his brows. He gripped the coffee mug resting on the cafe table just a bit harder. He certainly wasn’t expecting that answer. “...Ya aren’t gonna ask why? Yer just ok with it?”

“Well,” (Y/n) emotionlessly bit into a small biscuit. His expression was unreadable, blank like a piece of paper. “It’s not like I can change your mind, ‘Tsumu.”

“But...can I at least know why?”

The two went silent. Atsumu pursed his lips, trying to find the words to say while (Y/n) sat there expectantly. Eventually, Atsumu looked back up from his coffee mug.

“S’a lot of reasons, I think. ‘M busy with volleyball, ‘specially since it’s my job now,” Atsumu chuckled awkwardly. It was true, with the Black Jackals, he was being paid to do something he loved. “And...I...”

“I think I found a girl I really like.”

(Y/n) looked down at his lap numbly. He already knew it was coming, he wasn’t blind to the faint lipstick marks Atsumu tried to wipe away when he came home, or the smell of expensive perfume that stained him when he would come back from ‘practice’. He knew, he knew yet...

“Ah.”

Was all he could say.

——

Atsumu downed his third can of cheap beer, hissing loudly and slamming it down on the bar.

“I hate life! M’gonna fuckin’...! Run away and shit!”

Sakusa hummed. “Oh no. What happened now.”

Loud, irritating club music blared through the bar’s speakers. Atsumu slumped over the counter, making Sakusa and Bokuto lean back.

“Oi! ‘Tsum-Tsum! What’s wrong buddy?” Bokuto poked repeatedly at Atsumu’s head, making him groan and pathetically try and flick his hand away.

“M’...M’so sad...” Atsumu whimpered. Sakusa rolled his eyes while Bokuto frowned. Atsumu continued to mumble sadly into his arms until he slowly became more agitated, and whipped his drunken head up. 

“Shoyo’s got a nice boyfriend! That fuckin’...Kodzuken youtuber dude! Why can’t I! If I were Shoyo, I’d be laying on my boyfriend’s lap and bein’ all cute and shit —but here I am! Fuckin’ drinkin’ and bitchin’ and fuckin’...fuck! Fuckin’ Shoyo! Fuckin’ Kodzuken! Fuckin’—”

“But didn’t you just break up with that girl you were seeing for like, months now? Thought you were straight, man!” Bokuto said, playing with the little garnish on his drink. Atsumu deadpanned, swallowing thickly before letting his head thump down onto the table. 

“Thought I was. M’gayer than if unicorns shat me out.”

Sakusa sipped on his fancy, green drink. “Is this about (L/n)-san, again-“

“‘Course it’s about (Y/n)!”

Atsumu waved at the bartender to grab him another drink. The bartender looked him up and down, before shrugging and leaving off to grab another beer. Sakusa looked at Atsumu with a disappointed expression.

“You do realize that every time we drink, you get shit-faced drunk, complain about (L/n)-san, call (L/n)-san, then he picks you up and you wake up in his house because he’s too nice to refuse to pick you up. And you regret and bitch to me every single time.” Sakusa closed his eyes and took a long sip from his drink. “Honestly I don’t know why I still come with you guys if I know it’s gonna end up like this.”

“Hey! ‘Tsum-Tsum has his problems and he’s just letting them out!” Bokuto defensively waved his arms around, gesturing to Atsumu on the table, laying down his head in his arms. Both Sakusa and Bokuto were pretty sure he was ugly sobbing. Or at least babbling nonsense that sounded like sobs.

“He can’t even sit up straight. And Miya-san was the one who broke up with (L/n)-san for another girl. He has no right to be complaining.”

“S-Still! ‘Tsumu’s the homie! Let him rant!” Bokuto chugged down his drink. 

Sakusa fished his phone out of his pocket. He scrolled down his list of contacts, before clicking on one that read ‘(L/n)-san. (Atsumu’s pick-me-up)’. The phone’s screen turned black, displaying (Y/n’s) profile pic with a ‘contacting...’ right under it in fine print. 

“Sure, Bokuto-san. Whatever you want.”

——

“Fuckin’...let go of me, Omi!” Atsumu slurred. He, however, made no attempt to push Sakusa off as he dragged him outside the bar. Bokuto had long gone, and Atsumu was a few drinks overdue for his trip home. 

Sakusa sighed, standing out in the cold with his mask pulled up to his face. Atsumu lolled his head onto Sakusa’s shoulder, either in an attempt to push him off or just pure drunkenness. “Don’t drool on me, Miya-san.” Sakusa cringed.

Atsumu was about to retort back, until both his and Sakusa’s attention was drawn to a home-y, black car that pulled up right in front of them. The driver’s door clicked open, and someone in a baggy sweater and sweatpants emerged from the car. 

“Please take him, (L/n)-san. I’m sorry for always calling you to-”

“It’s fine!” (Y/n) chuckled, opening the passenger’s side door for Sakusa to throw Atsumu’s body in. “‘Tsumu’s been drinking a lot, huh? Isn’t this the third time this month I had to pick him up?” 

Atsumu groaned when Sakusa clipped in his seatbelt. He sighed when Atsumu began tugging at it like a child, not knowing how to unbuckle it himself. “Actually, it’s the fourth time. But he has a reason today, I think.”

“He finally broke up with Yumena-san.”

Breath hitched in (Y/n’s) throat. He covered his shock up with a smile, however, and closed the car door with Atsumu in it. “Aw. Well, I better uh, drive him home, now. Bye-bye, Sakusa-kun.”

Sakusa nodded. (Y/n) stepped into his car tentatively. Ignoring the way Atsumu was still tugging at his seatbelt, he started up the car, and drove. 

“I’m...sure you won’t mind sleeping over at my place again...right, ‘Tsumu?” (Y/n) mumbled, more to himself than to the drunktard sprawled out onto his car seat. He silently unlocked his phone, tapping on the camera app and propping his phone up on his dash. He hit record, and withdrew his hand back to the steering wheel. Atsumu eyed it suspiciously, before shrugging it off sleepily.

“Naaaah…” Atsumu slurred. He threw his head haphazardly onto the armrests separating his seat from (Y/n’s), trying to get as close to his ex as possible. “Yer apartment smells good...I miss it...I miss you…”

Shifting so he was still laying on the armrest, Atsumu tucked his arm under his head like a pillow. “Yer so...pretty…love you so much...”

(Y/n) pursed his lips. Atsumu smiled dumbly, pointing a finger gun at (Y/n). “We should-you and I should like, totally get back together n’ shit…” Atsumu stopped, letting out a hiccup, before continuing. “I miss you...n’ I love you…”

Stopping at a red light, (Y/n) looked down at Atsumu, who was staring back at him with half-lidded eyes. (Y/n) averted his gaze, chuckling awkwardly. “...You don’t mean that. You’re just drunk.”

Atsumu shot up. “But I do! M’so sad without you!” Atsumu loosened his seatbelt enough so he could rest his face on (Y/n’s) forearm. “You were the best thing in my life, n’ I need you back! I love you so muuuuuuch!”

(Y/n) stayed quiet for a second, glancing at his camera pointed directly at Atsumu nuzzling his face into his arm. He slowed the car to a stop, taking out his keys and pressing the ‘Stop’ button on his phone. He slipped both of them into his pockets.

“We’re here. C’mon, get up.” (Y/n’s) voice was barely above a whisper. After sitting in his car for a while, he finally got up, and walked over to the other side to haul Atsumu’s corpse-of-a-body out of his seat. “Fuck...sometimes I wish my apartment wasn’t on the third floor-’Tsumu! You can walk if I support you, right? I’m not carrying you.”

Atsumu pressed all his weight against (Y/n). “What if I want my boyfriend to carry me like a princess n’ shit…”

“I’m-” (Y/n) swallowed. His voice was quiet and shaky again. “I’m not your boyfriend. You say stupid things when you’re drunk...”

Atsumu was about to protest, when (Y/n) looped his arm under his own arm. 

“Let’s go. You need rest.”

The walk to (Y/n’s) apartment was silent.

——

Atsumu pouted, eyeing down the way Kenma was showing a video on his phone to Hinata and smiling. Hinata grinned widely, his eyes glued to Kenma’s phone screen until an obnoxious sigh drew his eyes away. 

“Why’d ya even invite me here...M’just third wheelin’ on yer guys's little date time.” Atsumu frowned, dramatically slumping in his seat. Kenma hunched his shoulders down, suddenly becoming very aware of the way Atsumu not-so-subtly stared him down. He brought his coffee cup to his lips, trying to hide behind the cup itself. 

Hinata defensively wrapped his arms around Kenma. “Oiiiii! We invited you over because you always get super-duper depressed after waking up hungover at (L/n’s)!”

“I’m more depressed now that yer all cuddly-wuddly with yer frickin’ boyfriend while m’sitting here with my single ass!”

“Miya wakes up hungover at (Y/n’s)?” Kenma quietly asked Hinata. He nodded. Atsumu started flailing his arms around, trying to get Hinata to stop talking, but he didn’t seem to take the hint.

“Every time he goes drinking, he ends up crying about how much he still loves (L/n)—and ends up either calling him or someone else calls him to go pick him up. Either way, he wakes up super embarrassed and awkward in (L/n’s) bed and sulks the rest of the time at practice.” 

Atsumu sat there, feeling like he’d been shoved to the front of a volleyball court completely naked. Kenma blinked, before looking down again.

“Oh.”

“That’s all yer gonna say-!?”

“I guess it kind of makes sense, now.”

Atsumu stopped mid-sentence, looking at Kenma with a confused expression. Kenma tried to dodge Atsumu’s eyes again, this time tugging on Hinata’s sleeve.

“...What makes sense now?”

Kenma had the look of ‘I said too much.’, trying to change the topic or hoping Hinata would swoop in and change it for him. But alas, no such thing happened. “I don’t think (Y/n) would…”

Hinata suddenly tugged back at Kenma’s sweatshirt, gesturing to turn around with him for a private conversation. They both turned their heads, mumbling out little ‘video-!’, ‘(Y/n)-!’ and ‘Atsumu-!’s here and there. Atsumu glanced from Hinata, to Kenma, before pouting that he’d been left out of the conversation.

Eventually, both Kenma and Hinata turned around again, looking directly at Atsumu. He stared back at them with doe-like confused eyes, when Kenma fished out his phone. 

“If we show you, you promise to act like you never knew at all?” Hinata childishly extended his pinky finger out to Atsumu, to which he nodded vigorously and hooked his own pinky with his. Kenma piped up.

“The reason I said it made sense was because I found a folder in (Y/n’s) phone titled, and I quote: ‘Sweet, Sweet, Lies called Drunk Miya Atsumu (watch when sad)’. They’re filled with video’s of you, drunk, blabbing about how much you love him.”

Atsumu stared at Kenma.

“Yer fuckin’ lyin’.”

“I’m...really not.” Kenma turned his phone screen around, displaying a video filmed in what seemed to be (Y/n’s) car. Atsumu leaned down and peered at the video, seeing his head frozen in place in the corner of the screen. Kenma felt around for the play button, tapping until it started playing. 

Atsumu watched the video in horror, his face going milk white as he watched himself cry and sob about how much he wanted to get back with (Y/n). Right in front of him. The video ended, and Atsumu looked up with the hope of getting hit with a bus. 

“How...did you get-”

“I airdropped this one to myself when (Y/n) was in the bathroom one day because I found this one funny.” Kenma mumbled, turning his phone around and inspecting the screen. “There’s millions of them on his phone, this one isn’t even the worst. Some of them are in his apartment when he’s trying to get you into bed, and I think there’s one where you beg him to cuddle with yo-”

“Stop! Stop! No more!” Atsumu covered his face, embarrassed. Kenma let his mouth fall shut, while Hinata snickered into his drink. Atsumu let his head smack onto the table. “What did I do to deserve this…”

“Hey!” Hinata quipped, his positive voice making Atsumu’s brain hurt. “You know what that means, right?”

“That (Y/n) probably wants blackmail or revenge on me for breaking up with him?” Atsumu grumbled into his hands.

“Wh-no, what,” Kenma said. “He means-”

“(L/n) still loves you! I mean-he saves videos of you saying you love him to watch when he is sad or lonely or whatever, that means he loves you still! It was even in the title!”

Atsumu glared at Hinata like he was squinting at the sun. Kenma shrugged. 

“S’true. He told me himself he watches them when he goes to sleep n’stuff.”

“Yer lyin’.”

“Was he lying when he showed you the video?” Hinata raised his eyebrow. 

Atsumu opened his mouth, before letting it clamp shut and shaking his head ‘no’.

——

Clinging to his side like a kicked puppy, (Y/n) found himself nursing a drunk, sobbing Atsumu at his apartment once more. 

“Tsum-” (Y/n) struggled to stick his key in his door’s keyhole with the way Atsumu was quite literally hanging off him. It was like he was trying to pull (Y/n) to the ground with him. “Atsumu! I’m trying to-”

“Don’t leaaaaave meeee! I love you!” Atsumu sobbed. He wiped his messy face onto (Y/n’s) jacket. 

Finally sticking the key inside and turning it, (Y/n) pushed open the door and patted at Atsumu’s ruffled hair. “I’m not leaving, ‘Tsumu. Just taking you to bed, is all. We’re still...friends...I think.”

“Don’t wanna be your friend.” Atsumu sniffled, as he staggered into (Y/n’s) room with the support of his body. He was thrown on the bed with a loud groan, as (Y/n) went to grab his phone. “We were meant to be together...boyfriends...soulmates…!”

“I wish you meant that,” (Y/n) chuckled, setting up his phone, pointing it at his bed and pressing record. “Gave it up after the fifth time you came here sloppy drunk, though. It really is just you talking out of your ass.”

The hint of bitterness in (Y/n’s) voice increased unsteadily, wavering like a candlelight. “I-I mean, you say all these nice things-then the next morning you either deny everything you said, or leave before I can even say goodbye! Or you don’t even remember most of the time!”

(Y/n’s) disgruntled laugh made Atsumu blink. He eventually simmered down, looking down at the floor and busying himself with searching through his desk. 

“That’s okay though. I have these little videos of your lies to keep me company. I can live with that just fine.” (Y/n) turned to Atsumu, holding up painkillers and setting them atop the desk. “...Sorry for problem-dumping on you, ‘Tsumu. I know you want sleep.”

“Don’t take these yet. They’re for tomorrow.” (Y/n) rattled the painkillers in their box, before producing a water bottle and extending it to Atsumu. He looked at the bottle like it was some foreign object. The water sloshed around when (Y/n) swirled it around Atsumu’s face. “It’s for your hangover tomorrow. Drink up, ‘Tsum-Tsum.”

“Only if you cuddle with me.”

(Y/n) pursed his lips. “No.”

“Then m’not drinkin’ the fuggin’ water!”

“Atsum-!” (Y/n) sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He set down the bottle of water on his nightstand, and rested his hands on his hips. “...If I give you a tiny hug, will you drink all the water and go to sleep?”

Atsumu nodded vigorously.

(Y/n) expected him to stand up and give him a hug, but instead, he opened his arms and sat expectantly, waiting for something to crawl between them. He was so far back on the bed, (Y/n) would probably have to lay awkwardly in his chest until he was satisfied.

So that's what (Y/n) did, after what felt like hours of contemplating and clenched jaws. He bit his lip, climbing slowly towards Atsumu on the bed. Atsumu smiled dumbly, and scooped him up in his arms like a claw machine. 

What Atsumu didn’t expect, was (Y/n) to stiffen up, surprised, before melting into his arms pathetically. He clumsily wrapped his arms around Atsumu’s torso, his body curling into the shape of his own like dough. He let his head slump in the crook of Atsumu’s neck, taking in a shaky, deep breath and sighing heavier than he meant to. 

(Y/n) figured he must’ve forgotten how much he relished being wrapped up in Atsumu’s arms, because he found himself not wanting to let go of Atsumu’s shirt that reeked of alcohol.

Still, after what was probably only a few candid seconds, (Y/n) pushed himself away from Atsumu, who slumped back on the bed confused, and wobbled his way back onto his feet. 

“There…” (Y/n) breathed. He had the most unreadable expression, and his voice was quiet and raspy. “Now-now drink th-the water...you promised.” 

Atsumu shrugged, swiping the water from the nightstand, and chugging it sloppily. (Y/n) went to work removing Atsumu’s socks, pants, and other things uncomfy to sleep in, until he was left in his boxers and t-shirt. Atsumu stared at (Y/n) sleepily, as he grabbed a spare pillow and blanket, and threw them on the swivel chair near his desk.

“...Y-Yer not gonna sleep here with me?”

(Y/n) furrowed his eyebrows, reaching over to stop his phone from recording, and curled up on the chair with his pillow. His voice was meek under the thin blanket he wrapped himself in. “You always ask, and i’ll always say no. Honestly I don’t know why you keep asking.”

“You look cold.”

“I’m...really not.”

“S’comfier on the bed.”

“...I like this chair.”

“I can scoot over-”

“Miya, if I give in and cuddle with you, everythings gonna be sunshine and rainbows ‘til the next morning—where you wake up next to me and regret everything! I’m-i’m trying to save your dignity here so stop asking!” (Y/n) croaked. He clutched his blanket tighter. “You’re drunk! You aren’t thinking! I already gave your-your stupid hug so stop it! How do you think I feel!?”

Atsumu rubbed at his head. (Y/n’s) hot face immediately flushed out, his voice quieting down back into his normal voice. 

“Ah...I’m...sorry. You’re...tired and I probably shocked you with my-by being loud n’stuff.” (Y/n) bowed his head slightly, before shifting away from Atsumu in his little swivel chair. “Sorry. Go to sleep now. Night, ‘Tsumu.”

When he heard shifting on the bed, (Y/n) grabbed his earphones and turned out the light. Plugging in his earphones hurriedly, he switched on his phone, clicking on the photos app and on today's video of Atsumu to cheer him up. He even caught the hug on camera, so he was looking forward to that. 

Dimming his phone's brightness to not disturb Atsumu, (Y/n) scrolled through the video, everything moving in fast-motion until (Y/n) saw himself climb into Atsumu’s arms. He paused the video there, smiling numbly, and taking a screenshot. 

Before he could add the video to the rest of his collection of drunk-sumu videos, he was suddenly hauled up and hanging upside down. He was tossed over Atsumu’s shoulder, not even having time to protest before he was thrown carefully onto his own bed. 

“Hey-Tsu-” Atsumu said nothing, climbing into the bed gracefully after (Y/n) and pulling the covers over the both of them. “Listen to me-! Let me go-!”

“If yer gonna keep sayin’ shit like...like i’ll regret it in the mornin’...fuckin’... let me,” Atsumu slurred. (Y/n) opened his mouth to speak, but Atsumu beat him to it. “S’my fault…’n...m’gonna deal with it in the mornin’. S-so lemme hold you.”

(Y/n) knitted together his eyebrows, looking conflicted on what he should do. He’d been so, so good at restraining himself from stealing hugs and kisses from Atsumu when he was drunk, and his reward was the videos. If he messed it up now, would Atsumu be too embarrassed to let himself get picked up by (Y/n) when he was drunk? Was he really willing to potentially give up future lovey-dovey drunk videos, and seeing Atsumu tell him he loved him for one night in his arms again?

He was. 

(Y/n) relaxed, a numb expression on his face. He was just about done. One last time of drunk Atsumu holding him for a whole night, then it was time to move on. Hell, maybe after tonight, and after explaining to a very-embarassed hungover Atsumu in the morning that “No, we did not have sex,” maybe, just maybe, he would finally delete the videos. The video’s of his ex who didn’t love him anymore, feeding him drunk lies of ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you’, and finally moving on with his life. 

(Y/n) ran his fingers through his hair, and let out a tuckered-out sigh. Maybe after he stopped clinging to the past, he could be normal friends with Atsumu Miya again. 

(Y/n) looked at Atsumu with dry eyes. He let himself succumb to Atsumu’s warm chest, breathing in his scent for what could possibly be the last time. Atsumu purred happily, adjusting so he could wrap both arms around (Y/n), using one as a pillow for him and another to wrap around his body. (Y/n) hummed dryly.

Atsumu giggled. “...Love you...so much.”

(Y/n), for once out of all the time’s he’d always respond with ‘No, you don’t.’ or ‘You’re just drunk.’, said:

“I love you too.” 

“...hehe...he…” Atsumu kissed the crown of (Y/n’s) forehead, before nuzzling it with his nose. “I love you sososo much.”

(Y/n) was quick to respond, even though his throat began closing up and making it hard to speak. You could probably tell he was on the verge of tears. “Me too, ‘Tsumu. I love you most.”

“I love you so much…” Atsumu began, this time his voice way more clearer and sober than what he’d been speaking with this whole night. 

“...That i’d pretend m’drunk just to see you again.”

“...”

(Y/n) blinked, not quite processing his words. He shrunk inside Atsumu’s cage-like arms, before timidly meeting Atsumu’s eyes. They seemed much clearer, less hazy from ‘alcohol’, and they stared back at him with it’s usual ‘Atsumu’ look.

“...huh…?”

Atsumu patted (Y/n’s) head. “Yer so cute. I love you so much.”

“Wh-wait-” (Y/n) tried to wriggle his way out of Atsumu’s arms. “You-you’re not-”

“Nope. All I did at the bar tonight was watch Bokkun and Shoyo-kun drink so i’d smell like alcohol. Then I told—well, paid Omi-Omi to call you sayin’ I was drunk again, so I could see what stupid shit I did at your place when I was drunk.”

“Though,” Atsumu nodded at the discarded phone on the ground, next to (Y/n’s) makeshift swivel chair-bed. “I could've just asked to see that video of me. Or the rest of them, ‘coordin’ to Kozume-kun.”

(Y/n) sputtered, trying to find the words to speak, but finding himself too embarrassed to. He’d, finally, been caught red-handed. 

He sighed, casting his head down, before crawling out of his bed and taking the walk of shame to his phone. “...You caught me,’Tsu...Atsumu. Caught me real good, Atsumu.”

(Y/n) scrolled through his phone, searching for the album full of his drunk video’s of Atsumu. He clicked on it, then waved his phone around guiltily. He turned the phone around, peering down at it sheepishly. “Don’t worry, I’ll delete all of these...and I...I can drive you home if you want.”

“Nah. M’pretty comfy here.” Atsumu laid back down. “I’d be comfier if you were in my arms again, though.”

Atsumu made grabby arms towards (Y/n). (Y/n) blinked, searching Atsumu for any sort of satire. He found none, and nervously inched toward Atsumu until he was pulled back into his chest. The phone was, once again, forgotten on the floor. 

“Wheeeeeey, there we go~” Atsumu nestled down onto the bed, crooning (Y/n) in his arms and stroking his head. “Ain’t that comfy.”

He pressed a small kiss to (Y/n’s) forehead. “Love you. Goodnight~”

“...Wait, n-no you-”

Atsumu pressed another kiss onto (Y/n’s) face, promptly shutting him up. He tried speaking again, just to have another kiss placed onto his face. This cycle went on, (Y/n) trying to voice out his protests just to be hushed with kisses all over his face, until he reduced into a pile of hot tears, melting his face off raw. 

Atsumu kissed (Y/n’s) tears away. When more kept coming, Atsumu pulled back, stroking (Y/n’s) hair as gently as he could. Gentle was not a word to describe Miya Atsumu, but he sure as hell would try. 

“Stop cryin’...” Atsumu whispered, kissing another falling tear away. “I came here to win ya back, not make you cry…”

“I-I’m sorry-” (Y/n) sobbed out between hics. “I just- I missed you so-”

“I did too.” 

They sat there, small hics coming from (Y/n) as Atsumu quietly stroked his hair, and in all honesty, they would have laid there forever. But (Y/n) finally wriggled his way out Atsumu’s grasp, timpering his way to his phone. 

He picked it up, fiddling with it, before turning his phone screen around. Atsumu leaned closer. 

‘Sweet, Sweet, Lies called Drunk Miya Atsumu (watch when sad) - 0 videos’

“Deleted them all.” (Y/n) murmured. “Figured I wouldn’t need them anymore now that I got you here…”

Atsumu blinked before erupting into a wide smile. He sprang off the bed and attacked (Y/n) with a big, bear hug. “You bet yer ass you won’t!” 

He peppered kisses around (Y/n’s) face, and instead of crying, (Y/n) began to smile.

“Stop it-that tickles! ‘Tsumu-!” The red tear stains on (Y/n’s) face were barely noticeable under the flurry of kisses he was under. Atsumu grinned stupidly into (Y/n’s) skin.

“Ya know full well you don’t want me to.”

And he didn’t.

Atsumu pressed one final kiss to (Y/n’s) face, this time, and for the first time in a long time: on his lips.

——————

I’m really proud of this 👉👈 I’d like it if I could get a lil,,,reblog,,,with thoughts,,,or comments,,,aha ha ha,,,

Lil thing I found funny

#hq x y/n #hq x you #hq x male reader #hq sakusa #msby 4 #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu male reader #hq atsumu #atsumu x male reader #atsumu imagines #atsumu angst #atsumu miya x male reader #miya atsumu x male reader #miya atsumu

[dreamsclock]

Mutually assured destruction but due to months of torture and being dead, Dream & Wilbur have forgotten how to do the whole “villain” thing. What will they do today? Egg someone’s house? Blow up an entire nation out of spite? Sleep in all day? Nobody knows. Somehow, this is more terrifying.

THIS IS SUCH A FUN IDEA ANON AHHHHHHHH,,,, god just both of their perceptions of what “evil” is being so fuckign skewed after going through hell DKFKJFN, there’s something so funny in that and i had to write it (i can’t help myself when i get an ask talking about mutually assured destruction duo lol)

warnings: death, explosions, Unspeakable Evil (last one is a /j)

“I think today,” Wilbur says contemplatively, “we should do something evil.”

Dream quirks an eyebrow at him from his hunched position in the corner. “You say this every day.”

“I mean it.” Wilbur is on his feet in an instant, eyes bright behind his glasses, cold and gleaming and wild. “I mean, I mean it all the time, every time I say it, but more so today. Today is a perfect day for villainy, don’t you think?”

Glancing outside and wincing behind his mask at the sight of the weather, Dream eyes his partner-in-crime-and-chaos in uncertainty. “I mean,” he hedges, “I guess?”

Wilbur rolls his eyes, tugging Dream up from his seat and into another room, coat fluttering behind him, Dream stumbling at the suddenness of it all. “Dream, man, sometimes it takes you a while to sink into this, and that’s okay,” he tells him, “but this is what we’re going to do today, because I have a plan. All you have to do is listen to me and we can pull off something magnificent. Are you listening?”

When Dream nods, Wilbur’s smile grows, stretches, into something crueller.

“Good. Alright, so here’s the plan.”

He pulls out a bed, and then another, placing them two blocks away from each other and promptly climbing into one of them. Dream watches him in stunned confusion.

“Wil-”

“The plan is simple, Dream,” Wilbur tells him thickly, already half-asleep, “it’s too fucking cold to do anything, and we’re all booked up tomorrow for villainy because we’re blowing up Snowchester, so today, we’re going back to sleep.”

Dream furrows his brow, looking incredibly uncertain. “I don’t know,” he says, half in protest, “I mean, we woke up two hours ago, it’s not exactly like we need the sleep. I want to go out. It’s been forever since we were out.”

Wilbur sighs, sitting up and pinning his friend with a very firm look. “Dream Wastaken, if that is your last name-”

“It’s not. What the hell kind of last name is Wastaken?”

“Dream Manhunt,” Wilbur corrects himself, smirking when Dream doesn’t retort back, “I broke you out of prison five weeks ago. We have been up to unspeakable evil for five whole weeks, and although this might be our worst crime yet, I think we can pull it off.”

“But sleeping in the middle of the afternoon?” Dream says, horrified. “Where the hell are our morals?”

Wilbur grins, expression nasty. “That’s the good thing about villainy, Dream. You don’t have to ask yourself hard little questions like that. Now come on,” he adds, laying back down and curling up with a yawn, “we don’t have all day. Let’s get this over and done with, yeah?”

Still half-unconvinced, Dream lies down, but yeah, okay, this is a good idea, he thinks, hit with a wave of sudden tiredness: they had been up late figuring out the best way to destroy Tubbo’s little village town, and they could do with the extra sleep, it’s true. “Yeah,” he mumbles, breathing beginning to even out, “yeah, good idea.”

Wilbur smirks. “Told you,” he says, before he’s out like a light, sprawled across the bed comfortably.

It doesn’t take Dream much longer to follow him, eyes flickering closed behind his mask and features relaxing. They spend most of the day like that - unresponsive, dead to the world, bodies still recuperating after immense bouts of death and torture.

When they wake, they blow up Snowchester.

(And after that, they do worse: they break in to Niki’s bakery and steal half her stock, even leaving too much money behind in order to pay. “She won’t know what to do with herself,” Wilbur says gleefully, while Dream grins evilly, “she’ll be terrified.”)

(Niki is less terrified than bemused when she comes back to dozens of netherite and diamond blocks stacked in a chest with a smiley face note that says THANK YOU NIKI :) on one side, but she isn’t going to complain. Instead, she takes note of the food they’d taken, rolls her eyes with a half-fond snort, and decides it’s wise to bake more of them, just in case the two ever wake up and decide to come back.)

#> my asks !! #> my writing !! #> mutually assured destruction #tw death #tw explosion

[59writes]

DAY6 - THEIR S/O GETS INJURED

requested by the lovely @pilliepollie ❤️ !!!

hiii!!! thank you so so much for being my (kat) first request!! i'm very excited for this and i hope you like it!!!

note from 59: I love this reaction so much please give kat so much love they r fuckign great writer and I love them sm

SUNGJIN!

• he was angry

• of course, not at you

• you were a trainee for an upcoming group that was set to debut any month now

• unfortunately, your company had been extra harsh on you and your members

•as you were practicing the choreography for one of your songs, you ended up spraining your foot

• you tried to ignore the pain until one of your members had noticed you began limping

• your company had decided to get mad at you for not practicing hard enough instead of worrying about your health

• so your members decided to resort to plan b: alerting your boyfriend

• the minute he heard the words “y/n got injured” he was gone

• your company got an earful of complaints from him oh my god

• you did not !!! leave !!! his !!! sight !!!

• he made sure you were not putting pressure on your sprain

• did any tasks that required you to unnecessarily walk

• you healed up in no time!

• all thanks to the unconditional love sungjin showed you!! ♡

JAE!

• he was literally more scared than you were

• you had called him suddenly while he was getting ready for a date the two of you had planned

• "hey baby! we might have to reschedule the date, uh, i'm at the urgent care right now" "you're WHAT??"

• "yeah! uh, i accidentally spilled boiling water on my arm."

• he had many questions

• how???? when??? what????

• he was at the urgent care no later than 5 minutes

• did he possibly break a few traffic laws?? that's not important!

• you didn't seem that bothered

• you obviously complained about the pain, but he saw no tears from you

• how did you do it????

• nonetheless, jae was very helpful

• he renewed your bandages whenever it was needed

• (and temporarily banned you from boiling water)

• you even went to work with him sometimes when he didn't feel comfortable with you staying alone at his apartment

• you didn't mind, more time with him!

YOUNG K!

• he would definitely be the most calm out of the boys

• of course, he was worried about you

• but he wouldn't let you know

• the last thing he wanted was to freak you out if you didn't think it was a big deal, neither did he

• in this specific case, you weren't really sure what happened

• you were super stressed, typing up a bunch of papers your boss needed from you

• the weather was warming up, and the thought of food and water had just slipped your mind you had gotten up a little too fast from your seat

• and everything was a blur after that

• younghyun had heard a small thud as he got up from his spot on your shared bed

• "y/n?"

• when he got no response, he investigated. when he finally found you, you were laid limp on the floor

• he's like "oh my god did they die??"

• but you didn't!!!

• when you woke up, he made sure you had a great meal, and a cold glass of water!! (and pain meds if you simply requested)

• he wasn't attached to you by the hip, but he definitely monitored and made sure you were eating and drinking properly!!

WONPIL!

• oh my god this man is so over dramatic

• you had fractured your fingers when you slammed them on your car door

• you tried to avoid shedding tears knowing it would scare wonpil

• but what can ya do? you were only human

• so you started crying

• he's by your side in literally 0.5 seconds

• "Y/N??? ARE YOU OKAY?? OH GOD"

• when you went to the hospital, you got a confirmation that your fingers were in fact fractured

• this man literally wanted to put you in an arm cast

• he was planning what he was going to write on your favorite colored cast

• of course, an arm cast was unneeded

• he was a little sad,, but as long as you were okay!!!

• you took really good care of your injury!!

• your wrist was wrapped up but it wasn't anything too bad

• wonpil helped you ice it he would not let you do any task, like at all

• you wanted to grab a snack? he grabbed it before you did

• you needed to write your name down? he's got it!!!

• you love him for who he is it's okay

DOWOON!

● maybe it was your poor hand-to-eye coordination

• but you had accidentally cut your finger while you were chopping vegetables for dinner

• honestly you were more upset about having to toss out the vegetables that were exposed to your injury

• but i mean, taking care of that wound is very important

• "honey! can you get me the first aid?"

• why does his baby need the first aid??? huh??? he had 911 on speed dial!!!

• he retrieved the first aid and immediately went by your side

• when he saw your cut, the panic settled in

• you had to physically stop him from calling emergency services

• the cut wasn't a large one, and you could definitely take care of it by yourself which you did

• after you calmed him down for about an hour, and your wound was bandaged up with no issues

• chef dowoon in the building!!!

• he decided to finish cooking dinner for the two of you

• and cook he did!!!

• (he would whine if you even offered to help)

• okay so he ended up undercooking the meal..

• so takeout it is!

• that still didn't stop you from appreciating how lucky you got with dowoon (((:

#kpop x reader #x reader #day6 fic #day6 #day6 x reader #sungjin #jae #jaehyung #young k #younghyun #wonpil #dowoon #gender neutral reader #gn!reader

[theguywiththedumpsterfiretattoo]

I know that we call it cockles and they’re a “ship” but they are real fuckign people. And not real like not in a show, they are two grown ass men, two 40 year old men with private lives and personalities that we’ve gotten the /privilege/ to watch fall in love, to watch two people be that in love with eachother. You don’t need to scream in their chats or ask for confirmation. If you look into the crevasses of the tinhat blogs, you’ll find all the proof you need. Real undeniable proof.

What I feel like some people don’t get is that we don’t /get/ to know everything, we can have our breakup theories and praise worthy metas and blog posts and gif facial break downs. But we don’t /get/ to know how they fell in love, what they do in their spare time, the details of their relationship, that’s theirs. And quite frankly they don’t ever have to tell us, /ever/ and we’ll still believe, because their love literally shines off of them. Do I think they’ll come out eventually? Absolutely, it’s eating them alive not. But it’s not them “telling us they’re real” it’s a couple who’s so fucking in love all they want to do is tell people, it’s /them/ coming out to the world. Not letting us in on some secret. 

Misha absolutely knows about us, and I think he totally has fun hinting at that sometimes. But the photos? The little moments of lingering hands, Jensen laughing like he’s just seen the best thing in the world. Those aren’t /for/ us.  They have 12 years of private moments and We just stumbled upon this little happy gem and god were lucky. So don’t fuck it up by being creepy

Anyways most of y’all know this I jsut had feelings, love you guys 💞💞💞

TLDR: none of cockles is about us, we’re just some lucky cool little shits that like talking about an awesome relationship. Not fukcing STALKERS so cool it.

#cockles #jenmsih #jensen ackles #misha collins #superantural