#everything about scene makes me ILL like WHO DOES THAT

[orchidbreezefc]

ok. years have passed and we've had some distance, so i'm finally gonna take the leap of faith that tma fandom is finally ready to hear me on this. let's talk about tannins.

161 was the first tma episode i heard on early release, and i felt the bit where martin declines wine and cites tannins was pretty obvious in its implications. cool, got it, say no more.

imagine my surprise when i was one of maybe three people i saw read between the lines there, in a fandom famous for red stringing--a fandom that immediately caught the much less obvious thread of ignition sources in the same episode. i'll spell it out: alcohol is an issue for martin.

maybe it just felt obvious because addiction is a pet issue for me--as it is for jonny, who has said everything he writes is filtered through a lens of addiction. i don't know if that's due to his own experience or a loved one's, and i won't speculate; i also don't know if martin personally struggled with drinking or just avoids it for fear he would, but alcohol would fit what we know of his family. his dad walking out and his mum spiralling into bitter wallowing and verbal abuse? i'd bet one or both of them drank, yeah.

on a basic level martin tries to decline alcohol, and that alone should have raised eyebrows given what we know of martin and, again, a fandom that dissects everything. we already knew martin "K" blackwood lied about his personal life and his family in particular, especially pre-canon, which is when this flashback took place. i was shocked that everyone took his flimsy excuse at face value with no further questions.

and the excuse is flimsy. martin turns down wine by--nervously--exclaiming tannins are "a proven headache trigger!" which sounds like trivia from a magazine cover and not the words of someone who actually has headaches--and it hasn't come up before or since. jon, confused, points out that tea, a drink martin consumes to a degree that is memetic both in- and out-of-universe, also contains tannins, and martin squawks a panicked, "what?!"

if tannins are enough of a concern for martin that he knew they're in wine and so avoids it, why didn't he know they're in his drink of choice? why does he still drink tea at the time of canon, and why doesn't he struggle with constant headaches from consuming 'a proven headache trigger' day in and day out? why, indeed, would someone avoid wine and not tea?

when sasha insists martin drink he caves and agrees to 'just a drop'. i imagine him pouring it in a plant, which admittedly he could have done if tannins really were the issue. i will say that i, for one, would be less likely to falsely agree to something that makes me physically ill than to a private issue that i'd rather not be pressed on any further. this scene also establishes martin's birthday was an ice cream party instead of the more traditional visit to a pub.

also, this scene was in the first episode of the final season, as one of three flashbacks that could have been to any pre-canon event in the archives. prime narrative real estate. not really time one would waste on establishing the important character context that martin has... headaches. which never comes up before or after, even regarding the week he spent in spiral town. but you know what is pretty crucial character background...?

it felt like a no-brainer, and yet all i saw was h/c fluff about jon attending to martin's headaches. and i hate feeling bitter about disability representation. i want folks with chronic headaches to feel seen and have fluffy escapist fantasies. i don't want to be mad about people portraying a character with a disability. but, guys? you got the wrong disability. jonny sent a clear message, and it went over fandom's head.

#martin blackwood #tma #the magnus archives #tma meta #the magnus archives meta #tma 161 #mag161 #sage speaks #sage original post #meta #im sure others caught it that i didnt see but listen. i was DEEP in the fandom. people getting it made up maybe 1% of the response i saw #and i had people fighting me for saying it #alcohol cw #alcoholism cw #addiction cw

[sugar-grigri]

analyze the ball kicking scene 🫶🏼 (out of joke, love your posts <3)

Yes, even kicking balls has symbolism in Chainsaw Man

You're joking, Anon, but I wanted to do a post about it yesterday, and now you've given me the opportunity. Everything in this chapter is about the symbolism of kicking balls, yes, even the beginning!

Haruka Iseumi flicks through several TV channels, rather blasély, until he comes across a woman whose speech seems to resonate with him, a woman who seems to feel betrayed, disoriented like these teenagers who have been put in danger by an institution that has never seen their good, the church. But this girl only talks about her disappointment following a scandal surrounding over-mediatized stars.

What Haruka is going through right now is disillusionment, believing that his problems would have been taken seriously, his situation as an escaped high school terrorist, would have interested the public. But people prefer not to face up to these kinds of problems; an epidemic of people turned into demons is as commonplace as wars. To avoid jeopardizing personal comfort, people prefer to focus on other problems. Because people literally don't have the balls to face reality.

But contrary to what Haruka thinks, he's not so different: he's also an angst-ridden child who had totally surrendered to his idol, Chainsaw Man, to the point of convincing himself that he was bound to him, even pretending to be him for a semblance of trust. What the chapter seems to show is that Haruka is more down to earth than that girl on TV, but what it really shows is that he's exactly like that girl, but no longer admits it to himself.

No, Haruka, you're not dreaming, or rather you have been until now and now you can't do it anymore.

Because you've reached his idol, you have literally reassembled his image, you've seen the boy you have no interest in behind that reassuring mask.

What this chapter is about is the illusion into which we accept to insert ourselves in order to better resist our fears and existential ills.

Denji doesn't have to exist to shatter the illusions he needs to survive; even his awakening and his speech are too much, as his image no longer matches the one he wears as a universal puppet. He's literally cuter when he's inanimate, because that's what he's made for. At least, that's the only way we accept him. He's made to fill your person, and it's impossible for Chainsaw Man to be a person in his own right.

As proof of this, when Denji wakes up, his first reflex is not to discover that he's complete again, for he exists only to fill others, hence his question to Asa as to where her arm has gone. Unknowingly, Denji has accepted his role.

For Katana Man and Yoru, Chainsaw Man is a goal, a dream to be achieved. Seeing the person behind it, the other half, disturbs them. Considering it might even make them reconsider their choices.

Katana Man has deluded himself into believing that Denji no longer has the heart of a man, that he was his grandfather's tormentor and not the child who was the victim. He needs this revenge to move forward, just as Yoru, as a war demon, needs to fight an unattainable adversary to continue wreaking havoc.

But what's that got to do with it? What does this have to do with beating Denji's balls off?

Who kicked Katana Man in the balls? Aki and Denji. If Chainsaw Man is the metaphor for the comforting illusion of others, Aki is the symbol that revenge (often impossible) is a long-term, survival goal for hearts scarred by resentment. Beating the balls off? The meeting of the two.

When Aki and Denji beat up Katana Man, the illusion of a proud, virile, traditional man who swore by his honor had been shattered. What Katana Man represented to himself and to the readers, this formidable adversary, had been dismantled.

But above all, this was a gentle, more accessible form of revenge, one that would allow us to survive, a way for Aki to avenge Himeno in her own way, without actually avenging her. It's about beating your opponent while admitting you've lost in some way.

Similarly, when Katana Man and Yoru defeat Denji, they lead to a renewed desire to dismantle Chainsaw Man's image. To bring it together as their long-term goal of revenge. But despite this balance of power, this gesture symbolically demonstrates that they are not certain of their victory.

Above all, the important answer in this chapter is once again in the background.

Fami continues to eat undisturbed. She eats all the time, but in this chapter, she seemed almost to be regaining her strength.

Why was that?

Her plan was clear, to make people fear Chainsaw Man as well as the war, to make Yoru and Chainsaw Man champions. But what about the media? They prefer to do what's most profitable, keeping viewers entertained for as long as possible, so that they forget about the real issues.

People prefer to delude themselves, to dream dreams, rather than focus on reality, so will Chainsaw Man and Yoru have their strength increased to the point where they'll be potential opponents for death?

because people are already escaping the fear of death through entertainment, which is even the best champion.

Instead of thinking about our existential crises, we flood our brains with unimportant information.

As the philosopher Pascal would say: "Since men have not been able to cure death, misery and ignorance, they have decided, in order to make themselves happy, not to think about them. Notwithstanding these miseries, he wants to be happy, and only wants to be happy, and cannot not want to be happy".

But let's close this loop of questions: if Chainsaw Man allows this comforting disillusionment, Denji is the opposite, something we refuse to see, if Chainsaw Man is a dream, Denji is reality. Let's get back to our main subject: beating up balls.

When Aki first beat Denji up, he wanted to disgust him enough to prevent him from signing up as a public hunter. Literally, he preferred to spare Denji from reality, by killing the symbol that is Denji (did you miss the headaches I caused?). But when Denji retaliates, to insist that he wants to enlist, it's the other way around: it's the harshness of reality that Denji fully accepts that will prevail over Aki's attempt to protect him.

When Katana Man and Yoru beat Denji's balls off, in reality they're trying to fight the reality of what Chainsaw Man is, this mixture between a boy, reality, and the bloodthirsty enemy, the dream, Chainsaw Man. Beating up Denji is an attempt to avoid the harshness of life. It's that illusion.

So when Denji helped Aki beat up Katana Man, he allowed him to escape his survival mechanisms, his revenge, his illusion, by enjoying the present moment, pure reality. But when Denji defeated Aki, it was also the announcement of the reality of Aki's fate, which would outweigh this illusion - the success of his revenge.

That's why Pochita, the dream and illusion, prevents Denji from opening the door. When Denji sees reality, he can't help opening it. Just as Makima concentrated on her Chainsaw Man dream without seeing reality, Denji right behind it. Just as the dream allows Denji to escape reality, the contract between Denji and Pochita has allowed Denji to become someone else, escaping from himself, himself a victim of the dream without being able to know exactly what he is.

But don't forget, beating the balls off is Denji's tactic.

Why is that? Because no matter how hard you try to escape it, reality will always prevail.

#csm 163 #chainsaw #chainsaw man spoilers #chainsaw man #csm part 2 #Denji #denji hayakawa #asa Mitaka #iseumi #haruka iseumi #aki hayakawa #yoru #katana #katana man #my thoughts #ask #THANK YOU

[oozeandgoo-art]

had an odd dream that i was reading a comic book. sketched a couple of the pages i could remember.

#i might adapt this into an actual story because i am SO SO SO mad that it isn't a thing i can go back to reading #oc #im definitely keeping the concept of save-bot i fucking love save-bot he's just doing his best. i love a robot who wants to help people #im not equipped to be writing about underground rebellions with any sense of real tact though #besides its in a superhero universe/story so you know it would just be so sucks lol #sketch #god the colors were so interesting. the teal parts were all very precisely crosshatched and the fire was this gorgeous brush pen looking #colored inks that just seemed like they were MOVING #and i mean some of that was because i was dreaming but god even in my halfhearted copy you can see some of the movement #it was a bad scene but a really really REALLY fun dream. i love when a book can *get* to me so i was really enjoying it #put it aside so i could take a break and woke up. instant fury at the universe for not having it be a real book instead #ill reblog with details if anyone's curious. i can explain this scene but i dont feel like it #the green people are in a secret basement though. hiding from the government. blue jacket guy is a speedster robot named save-bot who does #rescue stuff with every fire department so fire suppression technology is not very good because save-bot "can just save you'' #however they're badly over their legal occupancy and the secret basement has One (1) exit so everyone is like really fucked here. #includinig save-bot who is going to do his job until he dies because he is an ai without any sense of self preservation and he cares #which i didn't even CATCH until i woke up and started tryin to frantically note everything down #and then i was like wait. the glitter on that last page before i realized i needed a glass of water to keep reading... what WAS that... #(it was tears suspended in midair because save-bot goes so fast and also knows he's so fucked LOL) #seriously i'm so mad someone else didn't make this.

[kavehater]

I wish I could inject pasilyo into my brain so I can have permanent happiness

#There’s this specific part of the song #It srsly alters my brain chemistry #Anyways #i hate tumblr sm #Idk like I Gen hate being on here sm #No matter what account I make no matter if I tell ppl about it whether I don’t tell ppl I just hate this place soooo much #Like if I have a following it sucks because it’s rlly lonely if I don’t it’s still lonely and then if there’s nobody at all it’s lonely #Loneliness is what got me to discord boy so like :D #The fact I am genuinely missing him sm I’m gonna krill myself 😻🙏 #Also I think I hate talking to minors cause these kids be letting themselves get groomed all the time I’m so tired of seeing it #The creep in my course is being so weird to Raisa who is a minor … I can’t help but think it’s all my fault … I invited her to the pharm gc #To show her how messy it was …. #I didn’t expect her to follow and accept requests of everyone … #Anyways I just am so annoyed. Like I wish I could have one person just one where I can be confident in being their no.1 but every time I th #Think I’m maybe somewhere high up on someone’s list of important ppl I realise I overestimated my position even tho I’m rlly self conscious #And being myself down over that. Also I still hate Eid. I hate Eid sm. How do ppl genuinely enjoy Eid. Idk if I’ve ever been excited for Ei #It’s like I’m just suddenly getting more sick of ppl by the day. I Gen don’t like talking to ppl at all even tho I used to rely on talking #To others like its sustenance now it’s just such a hassle to me because I’m so sick of being unimportant to literally every single person I #Have ever known. Literally everyone except maybe dahlia idk. the only person who has never gotten mad/snapped at me o is dahlia #And knowing my luck that will soon be taken from me too. Anyways good riddance to tumblr i loathe this site and im sick of the mind games #All the time from just existing on here. Gen makes me feel ill. I’m so sick of that girl I like and sick of everyone. The only time ppl car #Is when I cause a scene. And ykw atp I loathe being showed sympathy and pity for these sorts of posts because it just feels like a big joke #Cause why couldn’t you just care when I was fine. Why do you ONLY care when I’ve had enough of your bad behaviour. How does one make someon #Like me go mad with all these things #Istg if I come back to this dumb site whether to this acc to the tora one or my other account everyone has permission to beat me up. #dora daily #Tldr;I HATE ppl and everyone ever + I’m just sick of pretending like everyone doesn’t suck cause how can ppl be so insufferable intolerable #Insane horrible in every way and ppl like them. How do they live with themselves when they’re this aggravating. Every day I hate ppl more #Because their mannerisms their everything is just so embarrassing. #Essay tags 😻😻😻

[suncaptor]

I already feel like I have so many btvs opinions that no one would want.

#examples: 1.) fixated on Xander. my little guy with his little outfits and hes been through so much 2.) hate buffy/angel with the so much #energy and therefore can't stand angel too. besides getting into how it is a realistic portrayal of an older man preying on a teenager #it also is just literally illegal. anyways 3.) after watching the scene where faith sexually assaults & tries to kill xander and everything #else she does following i like. do NOT know if I will succeed at feeling much other than rage at her #she seems compelling and like a character i could like but the problem is the narrative cares more about her spiralling than xander so 😬😬 #also I find willow boring so far which isnt an indictment against her but that anti lust spell she was going to cast #on xander without his knowledge 😬😬 also idk if ill ever forgive giles for drugging Buffy #also buffy is a sweetheart but it frustrates me nearly always her emotions are the only ones that get weight #also i think that spn .uh may jabe had it right with make every monster a guy #ALSO the bigotry within the show and fundamental flaws are very similar to spn levels (though I know someone who agrees there ckskkz) #also i do think this show would hit different if you watched it as a teenager. THEN id be an angel guy THROUGH AND THROUGH #tortured poor little meow meow AND an IRISH vampire? #and faith was made for young me. for id have been obsessed. #but now i just look at them like ☠️☠️ stop please #incoherents #btvs #buffy #s.a

[sexybabystevie]

how you know things are bad - i deeply miss dean winchester

#this is your warning these tags are personal and highly bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #em speaks #spn #no but like he GETS it. he's literally objectively the most fucked up guy ever and he GETS it #he has no self worth and does everything for everyone else and cares way too much about things to the point that he makes poor choices #and he's lonely and he would do anything for the ones he loves and all he wants is peace!! #he's angry and he's passively suicidal - like its the only and most obvious answer to anything - and he had to do terrible things just to #take care of sam when he was only a child!!!!! #god. just god #sorry to everyone here these are the unfortunate reasons why i relate to this man #just a big tbh i attached onto him so quickly because he made very concerning suicidal remarks in s4 and i nearly sobbed because i didnt #know it was capable for me to feel seen by someone who didnt even exist but at least it was someone??? #im pathetic i know #and im rambling i know #but i watched that scene and i got it. and i was in the most shitty mental place ever (which i am. again) and ofc thats why i wanna rewatch #so maybe i pathetically feel a little less alone #:") #anyway this was way too personal and if i can remember then im deleting this later. im sorry if you had to see this #tw mentally ill #tw suicide #tw vent

[ltbunny]

Blind date with ex-husband price. It was like 4 peoples doing. It was your coworkers' yoga instructors, then the yoga instructors' supermarket bag boy and then his girlfriends who set up the date. How did we even get there?

Anyway, your dressed up, all pretty, excited to meet someone new. It's been a while since you've been on a date, a blind one at that, alot of guys take one look and either get too 'excited' or extremely deflated, both of them are horrible, but it's been a while since you've been on the scene after you finally got over your husband...

Annnndd, it's your ex. Fuck he looks good, fresh trim and his shoulders look so broad, he's wearing his 'going out, need to impress shirt'.. damn, he really wanted to appeal whoever his blind date was... maybe it's not to late to leave, he hasnt even no- oh.. his hand is on your lower back

"Sweetheart!" He smiles in a way that doesn't reach his eyes,

"John..." you acknowledge, looking up at him, "dont call me sweetheart."

"Sorry, love, bad habit."

You roll your eyes, but don't correct him. Is he doing it on purpose?

"Well, red bag," He smiles.

"Red tie," you respond

"So we're with each others company for the night then," He grins and looks at you, sheepishly, "well, that's if you want to continue the blind date?" He sounds hopeful...

He leads you to the table. Obviously, he pulls the chair out for you and gives you a bouquet of flowers, its only the gentlemanly thing to do, he says.

It starts off strained but you find yourself picking up the little things he does that you used to love, pointing out your favourite foods in the menu, listening intently to everything you say, stupidly lovey-dovey puppy eyes as he nods along, his hand on yours, stroking his thumb on the back of your hand, he even said some stupid line about 'me n u' and says soap put him up to it, fuck, you missed his laugh. You find yourself asking about the boys, work, it feels like you and price are just on a date night, like you two used to do before the divorce.

He walks you home at the end of the night, he started with hand holding, and now his arm is somehow around your waist, and he's closer than any ex-husband should be, really. When you get up to your apartment, he looks a little nervous,

"I'm not inviting you over for a nightcap, John."

"I know, love," he says smoothly, "just wondering... if it would be appropriate to end the night with a kiss,"

You feel a faint heat in your cheeks, unsure of what to do... after a few seconds, you nod, looking up at him. You feel his hand tentatively reach out for the back of your head, cradling it while he kisses you, you missed this, the tickle of his beard, his big hands on you, soft lips, soft kisses.

You can feel him actively try to hold back tongue, but the way you open your mouth slightly in the kiss makes him go for it immediately. You feel yourself melt. It's so desperate and carnal, but still so soft, like he doesn't want to push it, but it goes on longer than expected, neither of you really wanting to pull away, eventually you pull back, lips sore, heated faces, you wonder if you should withdraw the nightcap thing and just let him in.

"I had a lovely night, sweetheart, I... would really love to see you again." He says with a flushed face, his hand on your lower back again, going in circles.

"Me too, John."

"Text me, okay? We can go to that tex-mex place you really like, or somewhere fancier," he smiles softly, "I wanna see my woman happy."

"Not your woman, John."

"Yet." He says with a grin, leaning down and kissing you softly again, "thank you for giving this a chance, love, ill see you tomorrow, hopefully?"

You nod, and he walks home with a smile. Can't believe you had such a nice date with your ex-husband, thanks coworkers, yoga intructors, bag boys girlfriend...

(You probably wouldn't think it's so sweet if earlier you saw gaz in the back alley with bloody knuckles, after beating up the guy that was meant to be your date, texting price

'all done, sir.'

'Knew I could count on you, garrick.')

#visibly shaking #biting my hand so hard rn #captain john price x reader #john price #john price x reader #x reader #chubby reader #dk what to tag #cod x reader #price x reader #cod mwii

[neil-gaiman]

Hello Mr Neil,

I want to share how I feel about Sherryl the supermodel from Good Omens. You've answered a question previously when someone felt that her representation was lacking empathy (re the visual effects note in the script book, although the scene was cut), and I want to offer my thoughts to help people who felt that way about Sherryl.

The book (Good Omens, not the scripts, which I haven't read) plays with dark topics and makes them absurd and fun, aiming the jabs at the systems that (mis)guide or harm people (there are Beliefs, the People who Believe them, and the odd ways of living that make sense to them). Famine's D-Plan sums up the diet industry and a culture of starvation: of course we don't laugh /at/ Sherryl, we understand (because of everything the novel sets up) that like every other human she does her best with the frameworks she's got. It's empathetic, because that's what Good Omens is. Understanding that let me reframe the knee-jerk reaction I had on my first read of the scene in the book.

[For the TV show, though, as you've explained in the past, certain things had to be adapted to the time. I wonder sometimes - because I know that you do these things well - how you felt about approaching Sherryl nearly 30 years later.]

I think the trouble for me was that the scene in the book felt cruel at first. Now, I think 'A skeleton in a Dior dress' beautifully sums up the sacrifice of her humanity to become New York's top model. It's death dressed up - that's how such extremely-ill supermodels *should* appear to us if only we were unblinkered. One should see plainly the actual violence in an emaciated person's appearance. Maybe growing up with early 2000s aggressive body-shaming British TV shows and an overweight mother of Sherryl's generation as well as personal experience of anorexia made the 'skeleton' image feel cruel, now-overdone and recognisable to the nastiest unhealed bits in my psyche.

I think the frightened human animal in me initially recoiled from the dehumanisation. The pit of me jerked at the descriptions of Sherryl that felt like real insults, pulled straight from mainstream body-shaming media of my formative years. Of course, Good Omens predates this - thin was in, religiously, and the scene was subversive then - but that was my initial bodily feeling, not a thoughtful response. I describe it to illustrate where the challenge was, after we've gone from skinny worship in the 90s, to domestic skinny enforcement, to skinny shame, to wherever we are now in the popular orthorexic fitness culture and clean-eating minefield etc etc. Starvation dehumanises, and Sherryl was sick to the point of being inhuman - the scene under a microscope might feel complicit in dehumanisation to the sensibilities of teens and young adults today (for the same reason that people in Trafalgar Square can't see England), but within the book it humanises Sherryl by showing you plainly what awful thing has happened to her.

What the book did for me was let me delight in a sense of humour that makes difficult things totally absurd and therefore perfectly understandable. It told me, everyone is doing their best (to the best of their understanding), and when the fun-poking poked at my own pressure points, it said, lovingly, yes, you too. Many things about the book are like laughing with a friend or receiving a warm hug - it makes the big things so silly, and shared, and okay.

Thanks :) x <3

I am glad that is how you saw her. That is how we saw her. (I'm reminded of the only time I was ever at a high fashion event, where I found myself profoundly shocked by the incredible thinness of the models, and how sorry for them I felt, and how I wanted to feed them soup and stew and sandwiches. And of a high fashion model I knew a little, when she went out with a friend of mine, who told me that some girls she knew used heroin to stop the hunger pains, injecting themselves between their toes, and later I learned that my friend broke up with her when he learned she was a heroin addict.)

[jujutsukatsuki]

i’ve been waiting to see someone write thissss! (i think ur taking requests??)

the scene when alastor threatens husk!

the idea is reader (gn!) is there to comfort husk but he brushes them off, kinda like a hurt/comfort thing!

Okay I'm a little rusty but i got this! i wanted to do this as a Alastor x Reader but Reader is friends with Husker! I would like to add that I DO NOT SUPPORT VIV OR THEIR ACTIONS!

"This whole hotel will be full of demons wanting to check out into Heaven..." Charlie rambles on to her estranged father Lucifer, Vaggie follows on the other side of the short demon king and the princess of Hell. You followed behind them with Alastor, tall dark and creepy as he had been described by Mimzy moments before the group walked down the hallway.

"Hey Boss... can i have a word?" Alastor turns his head before his body, you hate when he does that, the sickling crack his neck makes. You turn to face the gambling demon cat, also known as your best friend in the hotel. You loved Husk, he was everything to you. "what is it?" Alastor's sickling smile never faulters, you're convinced he'd never drop the smile for people who weren't you. He was always sweet on you, even if on the outside it didn't look like he was. "You and i both know Mimzy only shows up when she needs somethin'. That bitch is trouble and who knows what kinda demon she fucked with to come running to you this time?" Alastor smirks and leans in towards the furball, you chew your lip, ready to jump between the two something you've done a few times before. "Its nothing i cant handle, don't worry Husker!" Alastor turns, arms crossed behind his back with his cane in hand, you look between Husk and Alastor. Husk looks angry that Alastor isn't listening. Husk looks to you and gives you an almost pleading look. If anyone could reason with the radio demon, it would be you. "Who in their right mind would cross me?" Alastor lets out a small hum as he starts to walk away. "I mean... you've been gone a while and its not like anybody knows why." "They don't need to know, and don't you worry your fuzzy head about it!" Alastor turns and pets husk on the head, something he absolutely hates. Husk lets out a loud growl as him and Alastor are nose to nose. The next few moments are a blur to you once husk mentions Alastor's metaphorical leash. The lights flicker, the room glitches with Alastor's power, your skin runs cold and you see the green leash snap around Husk's neck as he's thrown to the floor. "enough!" You yell, your hair standing on edge, eyes staring daggers into Alastor, your eye twitches with annoyance as you grab Alastor's arm and rip him away from Husk. "Now now sweet-" Alastor tries to calm you down, husk is shaking on the floor from the encounter. "No! This is enough Alastor, go find Charlie and Lucifer. Now!" You snap and point to where the group had gone. You never snapped at him, never even raised your voice. But right now, there was smoke coming out of your ears with how upset you were. Angry tears threatening to spill as you hold your stance. The green leash fades away and Alastor marches off without another word. "You okay?" You help Husk up who shakes you off with a tsk. "I don't need your pity, I'm fine." Husk grumbles and retreats to the bar downstairs. "Husk, please." You try and catch up with him. "What!" He turns and snaps.

"I don't need you playing the role of my parent! i can take care of myself, that's all ill ever need. Myself and what ever alcohol i can get my hands on." His voice is heavy, you know this is his mask. The one he puts on when something really bothers him and doesn't want to talk about it. You pull him into a hug and gently rub his back, you can feel his body tense, his wings are stiff before he slowly relaxes under your touch, his wings gently folding around the two of you. "I know Husker." You say gently, fingers combing his fur. "But I'm always here, you don't have to do it all on your own. I got you too. Family and losers and what not." You hum as the two of you pull away. "Yeah yeah, whatever you say." Husk smirks as he waves his hand, you know he understands what you're saying and what you mean is true, but the little bit of ego he had left doesn't let him fully show it. You and Husk reach the bar just as the building starts to shake due to some loan sharks trying to get in to look for Mimzy. The building catches fire, as they throw some Molotov cocktails through the windows. You gasp as you see some of the glass coming for you but i certain red demon pulls you from harms way. "I suppose i need to remind everyone why I'm here!" Alastor grins as he goes into his demon mode, you close your eyes, you hate seeing him in his giant demon mode. Once he's outside, you start helping Husk clean the building up.

"Darling, you alright?" Alastor comes back in to check on you

"Peachy." You snarl, still upset about earlier. Now even more upset due to Mimzy and her drama hurting the one place you loved.

Alastor straightens his suit before he forces Mimzy to leave, seeing as she was hurting the hotel and his beloved. You ignore the conversation as you sweep up glass. You feel a certain hand on your shoulder, you turn to look at Husk.

"It's okay, I shouldn't have made that comment. Don't let me get between the two of you." "I just don't like how he treats you." "Its okay, its my deal to take care of, not yours."

You let out a deflated sigh before turning to see Alastor who was waving around his cane to start fixing the hotel once again.

"Ali-" You say softly using the nickname he adored, it was simple but sounded amazing rolling off your lips.

"Yes darling?" He cuts you off as he grabs your hand and pulls you into him. You cant help but smile gently before grabbing his bowtie and yanking him down to be face to face with you.

"You ever hurt my Husky like that and i will make sure its your screams broadcasting on the radio. Understood?" You hiss and stare in his red eyes.

"Yes beloved." He nodded.

"Good." You nod back before going back to continuing to clean up the hotel lobby.

Sure life in the hotel wasn't the best, but it was your life none the less.

i hope this was good! its been a while since i wrote something!

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Even though John is under-powered in this period we still see what made him so magnetic to Paul and to others around him. There is a scene early in Part Two that I find riveting. It takes place a couple of days after George has left. The status of everything - the project, the band - remains uncertain, but they are ploughing on for now. John, Yoko, Ringo, Paul and some of the crew are sitting in a semi-circle. Paul looks pensive. Ringo looks tired. John is speaking only in deadpan comic riffs, to which Paul responds now and again. Peter Sellers comes in and sits down, looks ill-at-ease, and leaves having barely said a word, unable to penetrate the Beatle bubble. At some point they’re joined by Lindsay-Hogg, and the conversation dribbles on. John mentions that he had to leave an interview that morning in order to throw up (he and Yoko had taken heroin the night before). Paul, looking into space rather than addressing anyone in particular, attempts to turn the conversation towards what they’re meant to be doing:

Paul: See, what we need is a serious program of work. Not an endless rambling among the canyons of your mind.

John: Take me on that trip upon that golden ship of shores… We’re all together, boy.

Paul: To wander aimlessly is very unswinging. Unhip.

John: And when I touch you, I feel happy inside. I can’t hide, I can’t hide. [pause] Ask me why, I’ll say I love you.

Paul: What we need is a schedule.

John: A garden schedule.

I mean first of all, who is writing this incredible dialogue? Samuel Beckett?

Let’s break it down a little. The first thing to note is that John and Paul are talking to each other without talking to each other. This is partly because they’re aware of the cameras and also because they’re just not sure how to communicate with each other at the moment. John’s contributions are oblique, gnomic, riddling, comprised only of songs and jokes, like the Fool in King Lear. Take me on that trip upon that golden ship of shores sounds like a Lennonised version of a line from Dylan’s Tambourine Man (“take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship”). “We’re altogether, boy”? I have no idea. Does Paul? I think John expects Paul to understand him because he has such faith in what they used to call their “heightened awareness”, a dreamlike, automatic connection to each other’s minds. But right now, Paul is not much in the mood for it. His speech is more direct, though he too adopts a quasi-poetic mode (“canyons of your mind” is borrowed from a song by the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band) and he can’t bring himself to make eye contact. “To wander aimlessly is very unswinging,” he says (another great line, I will pin it above my writing desk). Then John does something amazing: he starts talking in Beatle, dropping in lyrics from the early years of the band, I Want To Hold Your Hand and Ask Me Why. (To appreciate John’s response to Paul’s mention of a schedule, American readers may need reminding that English people pronounce it “shed - dule”.)

What’s going on throughout this exchange? Maybe Lennon is just filling dead air, or playing to the gallery, but I think he is (also) attempting to communicate to Paul in their shared code - something like he loves him, he loves The Beatles, they’re still in this together. Of course, we can’t know. I can’t hide, John says, hiding behind his wordplay.

— Ian Leslie, "The Banality of Genius: Notes on Peter Jackson's Get Back" (January 26, 2022).

[I was curious to read more of Ian Leslie's approach to the Beatles in general and Lennon-McCartney in particular, since he's currently writing a book about John and Paul's relationship: “John and Paul: A Love Story in Songs". He's also the author of that New York Times opinion piece that came out today.]

#The Beatles #John Lennon #Paul McCartney #Get Back sessions #the person i actually picked as my partner #johnny #macca #I Want to Hold Your Hand #Tell Me Why #But I could never speak my mind #As we share in each other's minds #quote #my stuff #That Paul and John business

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[🌸] two new lovers in a room w/ txt

complete title: two new lovers in a room (who are still best friends) (they might kiss) (yeah, they did) [can be seen as a follow-up from this]

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / kinda-new-lovers-ish /  inspired by this list of prompts! ✿ disclaimer: the reader is adopted into the boys group / mentions of food and eating / minor cursing (none with ill-intention!) ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 3,522 words ✿ the kiss that finally happened, ya’ll! reading the responses to the first one made me laugh so i had to follow up with this. this one is a bit longer because i wanted to set the scene but i hope it’s enjoyable nonetheless! 💞 [masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut! / @kflixnet ✨

[🐰] soobin  the same living room that you’ve frequented more often than not is as quiet as it is on any other day. perhaps, the thing that separates this out to be different than other times would be the fact that you and soobin both know that you two have been charting into... uncharted territories. more expressive, more... flirtatious. the kind that makes your heart flutter; that keeps you up at night, smiling foolishly at your phone just as soobin does the same from the confinement of his room, giddily smiling at your texts.

with the dormitory empty, leaving you two in the privacy of your own bubble, it wasn’t out of place for you and soobin to cuddle up on the sofa. only this time, you’ve decided to use his lap as a pillow. cut to two, or three episodes of an anime soobin wanted to rewatch later, he can’t help but trail down to look at your side profile. he has a mental debate; fingers twitching to touch you and at the same time, maintaining the hold he has on your arm. he hadn’t realised he was staring until you turn the cheek, looking up at him with a small smile.

apparently, you had asked something and he wasn’t responding. but it seems like that might be luck on both of your sides since it granted you two to look at each other despite the odd angle. soobin swallows the lump in his throat, his hand on your arm now moving up to lightly brush along your cheek. based on the way your smile grows just as his palm meets the side of your face, it feels like it’s where it truly belongs when you look so at ease; so safe.

he gapes, eyes trailing from your eyes down to your lips, then back up to your eyes once more. it seems like it’s reeling something from deep within you as you slowly sit up, shifting closer and closer until soobin’s heart nearly stops at the proximity and the thought of what’s about to happen. his hand is trembling against your cheek, his thumb caressing the under of your eye as he licks his lips, “i... i’m not sure i know how to...”

if there was one thing that was evident in the plenty of things that soobin loves about you is the way you’re able to understand what he means without saying it entirely. you chuckle and nod, lapping over his hand on your cheek, “it’s okay. let me...?” your voice trails off in a slight suggestion; a nudge to the direction you two had intended of going.

he nods. fairly quickly. too quickly that it makes you laugh. he laughs along, only because you look so pretty that he had to. then, everything feels like it slows down when you lean forward to press your lips to his. plush and soft. welcoming and scared but exciting. it was a flood of emotions coming together yet, fusing blissfully despite the nerves buzzing.

when you pull away, you can barely take a breath when soobin’s leaning forward this time, firm yet gentle with his grip on your face to keep you still so he can kiss you this time. it’s a little awkward; rushed, but when his lips manage to move slowly as if he’s testing the waters, it makes the corner of your lips twitch to a subtle smile that soobin kisses into... until it brings the same effect to him. by the end of it, you two are resting foreheads on each other with giddy smiles and the anticipation to–”c-can i kiss you again?”

“please do.”

tl;dr: boy will be on thinking overload and would halfway short-circuit because he’s not sure how to approach it. i either see it happening with you being cheeky to give him the first peck to the lips and it awakens him to kiss you back or he’ll try to rush into it so he can kiss you more often and more naturally. the first kiss, though? might be awkward, and a little rushed, but trust that it’ll be full of sincerity and such giddiness that it makes you reminded all over why you truly love him.

[🦊] yeonjun the way yeonjun had planned to kiss you didn’t exactly happen the way he thought it would. if anything, considering he’s been up every other night just thinking of when or how to approach doing it, he ends up dreaming about it to the point he knows it’s driving him insane. especially since he knows or at least can feel the way you’re reciprocating his advances, never once turning him down. from holding hands, to casually having his hand on your waist as you two walk side by side, to allowing him to take the first bite from your food?

now, that is love. (to yeonjun and you, at least)

so when he’s racking his brain of the plentiful ways to approach kissing you for the first time, he shrinks up. he wants it to be memorable but comfortable, too. he doesn’t want to rush it but... he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think about it every time he saw you in person; whether it was a meet-up with the rest of the boys or alone... he just wanted you.

and apparently, so did you.

yeonjun realises he’s been staring for the past few minutes of silence of being out by the balcony together. he has you in his arms, merely hovering his head over your shoulder but clearly he hasn’t been looking at the nightlife ahead of him and just the one in his arms. his stare isn’t left ignored when he feels the spark that makes all the gears in his mind stop; all the loud noises of overthinking and ‘what if now is the right time’ fades when it’s left with the feeling of your lips on his and it’s electrifying. 

it’s like you’ve switched something in yeonjun; like a button has been pressed when he gently turns you around so he can have a hold on your waist, his other hand coming up to cup the side of your face so he can dip down to kiss you properly. he relishes in the soft sigh that he swallows, stepping closer but also pulling you in, away from the railing and deeper into his embrace. he feels your hands resting on his shoulders for support and soon, he’s smiling into the kiss because you’re smiling.

altogether, the feeling of warmth and safety and giddiness envelopes the pair of you to the point where you’re smiling too hard to keep kissing.

he pulls away, just enough to rest his forehead onto yours and open his eyes, not realising he had them shut. his body reacts out of relief, letting out a chuckle that it makes you open your eyes to follow suit. he watches as your eyes find each other as his thumb gently strokes the under of your eye. in the midst of this delirious high, yeonjun admits without thinking: “i knew i would love kissing you, but this was just...”

“better than the dream?” 

“yeah,” he sighs, eyes fluttering shut briefly before it snaps open, his head bobbing backwards with his brows furrowing quicker than you had imagined, “wait, how’d you know?”

“jun,”

“...yeah?”

“you do realise you talk in your sleep sometimes, yeah?”

“no...?” his voice squeaks up, to a pitch that’s adorably dorky that it makes you chuckle. to spare him the embarrassment, you squeeze his shoulders and take a step closer. the proximity makes yeonjun’s eyes widen but you can tell he welcomes it wholeheartedly when he clutches onto your waist, his free hand still pillowed to your cheek; cradling you, keeping you near.

“kiss me again.”

that elicits a snippet of a smirk that pokes a corner on yeonjun’s lips; him already leaning in as if it’s on demand, “gladly.”

tl;dr: the rather spontaneous but also has been thinking about it for days on end before he actually does it. i see yeonjun as someone who might plan out the perfect kiss but could also lean towards allowing it to happen rather naturally. he wouldn’t rush into it, but he’d love to have the first kiss so that he can kiss you at any time he wants after it. given his personality, i don’t think it’ll be awkward (even if he is or feels that way) because he’ll mask over it pretty well with his charming ways.

[🐯] beomgyu the night is slowly going to sleep with flicker of lights of the city start to diminish one by one. the world somehow gets louder and quieter at the same time. honks and beeps from the roads reduce but the murmurs and movements of people increase in this weird mix of noises that accompanies the crickets and wind blowing as you remain seated on the hood of beomgyu’s car. the weather is chilling but as you share a blanket with beomgyu, half-leaning against his shoulder and half-supporting yourself with an extended arm a slight distance away, it doesn’t feel cold at all.

“doesn’t this look like something out of a movie?” beomgyu questions out loud, as if he knows despite not looking at you (lies, he’s already looking at your side profile admiring the view when he’s admiring something else), his words would reach you otherwise.

“yeah,” you snort, now turning the cheek to scoff, “like a cheesy rom-com movie where the two idiotic main characters finally realise they like each other or some shit,”

you don’t miss the way beomgyu chuckles; shakily, as if he’s nervous but you can’t tell if it’s the cold of the night or if he really is. you can’t tell even more when you watch how his eyes travel from your eyes, down to your lips, then back up to your eyes before he says: “and maybe they kiss,”

beomgyu gauges your reaction and as far as he’s concerned, it looks like it’s lit up green, green, green all the way when your eyes widen with a slight gape of your lips. the way you follow his force of attraction by leaning in just as he leans in, his breath a mere inch away as it hits your lips that there’s still time to turn back if you wanted to.

but when you don’t, when you remain unmoving and as your eyes give him one final look before fluttering shut, beomgyu swears there’s a sort of pull towards you when he feels your lips against his and it’s addicting. he doesn’t know who does it again, or who pulls the other flush to the chest but he doesn’t mind it one bit. all he knows is he may have bitten your lip when you wince, and he utters a quick shit, sorry! before diving back to kiss you again to make it up to you.

beomgyu’s zealous with the way he chases for your lips to keep kissing you; it’s making the butterflies in your stomach roam free, as if the world is filled with them each time he reaches for you and gently pulls you closer and closer. but your lungs give way as you carefully push him back with a hand to his chest, reeling out a whine from him as he opens his eyes to frown at you, “hey, i wasn’t done...”

“i need to breathe,” you huff, smacking his chest. he clutches onto your hand that hits him before you can pull it back, grinning at you with the shake of his head, “i can’t believe you called us idiots in a rom-com movie,”

you sneer at him, “i can’t believe you just called us idiots in a rom-com movie.”

“...sorry?” he laces his fingers with yours, making you almost give in but you use your now interlaced hands to nudge at his thigh, “how many times are you gonna say sorry?”

“well... should i ask for forgiveness in other ways?”

all you do is raise a brow at him, as if to wordlessly say how so?

"how many kisses will it take?”

“hm... dunno.”

“guess we’ll have to find out,” he grins, using the same hand he has in your hold to tug you over to him, until your position shifts to turn your body until you’re facing him. it’s a clear access and new angle for him to–”i’m going to kiss you now.” (as if you needed a warning for something you wanted to happen over and over again)

tl;dr: this cheeky mastermind would probably have something up his sleeve to “plan” for a perfect setting for a kiss but wouldn’t be too on the nose about it. if you didn’t pick up hints of it, he’ll probably let it slide and use it as an excuse to create another opportunity. if you do, he won’t pass up on it and would double down to kiss you there and there. although he can be seen as affectionate, he’s also someone that wants it to be reciprocated. so unless you’re showing signs that you want to kiss him, he won’t push on too much and would wait for the right time to come again.

[🐿] taehyun for the life of taehyun, he has no idea what has possessed him to continuously think of just kissing you throughout the entire day. they say that you can do whatever you put your mind to it but... no one mentioned to taehyun that once the idea is planted in his mind, he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else apart from the only goal in his mind.

taehyun is known for speaking whatever he has in his mind and... in this moment–right now–he’s no different.

he was paying attention to what you were saying. or at least, he was trying his absolute hardest in deciphering the words coming out of your mouth only to realise nothing makes sense. it’s like he’s caught red-handed and wide-eyed when you’re calling him out for–”are you even listening to me?”

he doesn’t know if he’s nervous because he’s about to say what he thinks he’s about to say, or that you’re laughing at him like you’re not offended even though he’s certain he’s missed like a couple of chapters of you talking away.

“um... no?” his shoulders shrug up a bit higher than it should that you snort, turning around from where you’re sitting (which was merely a couple of steps away as you sat by your study desk, taehyun occupying your bed as he was scrolling on his phone a moment ago), “y’know, if you wanted to lie, at least make it believable.”

taehyun takes a deep breath and lowers his phone, half-heartedly tossing it aside as he swallows thickly after, “i... i need to tell you something,”

you nod slowly, “mhm... i’m listening...?”

fuck it.

“i would very much like to kiss you right now.”

taehyun watches as his words seep into your skull, as if it’s rotating the gears in your mind but in reality, it’s twirling the corners of your lips to a small smile. eyes being lit up with the hint of shyness as you scoff a laugh, giving him the green light when you nod again, “okay.”

this time, you watch as your single-worded answer kickstarts something in taehyun that pushes him from the bed. he eliminates the space between the pair of you with a couple of steps and he’s brazen; going as far and as quick to cup your face and then the nerves hit him of being nervous. you feel his palms against your cheeks that make your eyes flutter shut in anticipation but it’s the way he hesitates with trembling hands holding onto you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held is what makes you grip onto his arm to give him the little tug down and boost that he needs to kiss you for the first time.

it’s gentle and short-lived, but it’s special because it’s with taehyun.

to him, it was more and everything he could’ve wanted because it was with you.

tl;dr: i can see this guy either being very shy or very direct. i don’t know if there’s an in-between but i just feel like taehyun might be quite direct about it to see what happens. a sort of ‘yolo’ situation, if you will. in a way, i think if it’s on taehyun’s mind to do it on the day he’s thinking of, he might just get it done and over with. not that it’s something to just do, but it’s something he wants to be able to do and express his love for you all the time that he knows once he gets the first kiss out of the way, he has free reign to kiss you whenever he wants. so it may come across as he’s rushing but really, he just wants to be able to kiss you anytime he pleases without disregarding the importance of the first time.

[🐧] kai  as ridiculous as it may sound, kai has it planned in his head that he will kiss you by the end of this week if that’s the last thing on his mind. it was his goal, mainly because he’s been thinking about it so much it’s beginning to be unhealthy and he just really wants to kiss you. he can’t explain why the thought arises so much but it’s the fact that it does and it never leaves his mind could be the dangerous factor as to how he doesn’t process anything that’s going on.

it seems like in the midst of his silence and lack of responsiveness has captured your attention from the show playing from his laptop at the end of the bed. maybe it’s the position you two were in that worked in his favour to have your face so close to his that he can count the lashes above your eyes or the curve of your lips that tug up at the thought of teasing him for his makeshift poker face.

“you okay?” your voice is soft, hints of playfulness hiding underneath that it only makes kai a bit more anxious to do what he’s been planning to.

it seems like you’ve caught on when you notice how he doesn’t say anything or even respond verbally like how he usually would. instead, he swallows thickly and blinks at you a couple of times that–”are you broken?” you snort, thinking it was funny (and it was, but kai can’t comprehend that either), only to realise that he’s still not responding that it’s starting to make you nervous.

“kai... either you say something or i’m going to assume you’ve sold your soul to the devil–”he snaps quicker than you thought”–i wanna kiss you.”

at his admission, at your reaction, it’s a combination of both that makes the atmosphere tense with anticipation and silence. kai watches his words sink into your mind and tug at the corner of your lips. it only makes his heart beat faster. (because you look pretty when you smile and he’s thinking this is going in a good direction)

“so... you didn’t sell your soul to the devil?”

“no,” he’s able to chuckle, “i still have my soul... for now, at least.”

“okay,” you nod, and it seems like kai doesn’t process what you mean. “huh?”

“i mean... to what you said. okay.”

this time, you watch as your words register in kai’s mind that it–”o-oh!” he exclaims, eyes growing wide, “i–okay, i’ll just–”he shifts a little closer, as if he wasn’t already. his hand carefully reaches up to your cheek to hold you but you can feel he’s a nervous wreck that he starts blabbering out: “i’ve never done this before so i... i’m probably not going to be great at it.”

“doesn’t matter,” you reassure him, lapping the hand he has over your cheek with a smile, “we can figure it out together.”

kai moves in slow, slower than he had intended because he didn’t know that’s how slow he was moving in the first place. in his mind, he thought he was moving very quickly but then it all–everything–you–your lips–him–it slows down to the millisecond he feels your lips on his. there were a million thoughts racing through his mind but now–in this moment–everything is blacked out except the thought and feeling of you connected to him that it makes his heart swell.

the kiss is short but it’s–”w-was that okay?”

“more than okay.”

tl;dr: introducing, huening.exe.404.error because he’ll probably freak out too much to control himself that you might need to take reign... at first. i feel like kai might need the confident boost in the beginning to reassure him that he’s doing something right and boy, he’ll take off with eagerness to learn and be better but overall, he’ll just be very, very happy to kiss you whenever and however he likes that you can expect his kisses to be a part of his love language to show you affection.

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Ellie’s face is glowing as it basks in the wash of golden morning light. She looks angelic; the scene before you is almost biblical.

She’s perfectly still, mere centimetres away from you, save for the gentle rise and fall of her chest against yours.

You’re only half-awake, still trying to put the pieces of this situation together, but you imagine how breathtaking her eyes would look if she would open them now.

It’s hot beneath the thick duvet with Ellie’s arms still wrapped tightly around you. The fever’s passed, for the most part (unfortunately). You dread having to talk to the usual Ellie, the one who isn’t looking after you.

The thought of it makes you stir groggily, turning away from her embrace, making a borderline pathetic attempt to pull her arm off of you. She groans softly, shifting as she pulls you close against her again.

You gasp softly, “E-Ellie, I need to get up.”

She stirs again, eyes still closed as she murmurs without thought, her arms tightening around you, "Hm?"

“I need to get up, can you move?”

She lets out a low groan, the sound making your thighs clench slightly, but her arms don't move. She nuzzles against you, bringing her leg over yours as you had done to her last night, trapping you.

Your cheeks are flushed; you don’t know how to react. Squirming slightly, you speak louder now.

“C’mon, Ellie, I need to take a piss.”

Your change in tone makes her eyes flutter open slowly and they flicker around the room as she tries to recall what led to this.

Then, her eyes meet yours and they widen slightly before she looks away and sits up, rubbing them and mumbling, “Shit, sorry.”

You mutter back, “It’s fine…” as you get up shakily and crawl over her to get off the bed. You tilt to the side ever so slightly and her hands dart out to steady you by the hips instinctively before she pulls them away as though your skin burnt her.

With your cheeks already turning crimson, you stumble over to the bathroom to wash up, closing the door behind you, leaving Ellie sitting in your bed awkwardly.

By the time you return, she’s gone, with the sound of tinkering in the kitchen cutting through the silence. You walk in to see her fixing up a bowl of lucky charms for herself, tossing a marshmallow into her mouth.

Your eyes meet hers as you walk over to the counter to make yourself a herbal tea to calm the lingering symptoms of your illness. You’re an “adult”, so you’ll force yourself to drink that shit, no matter how gross it is.

You’re proud of yourself.

Ellie raises an eyebrow at you, “Look at you, smiling to yourself. Ya really gonna drink that, huh? I know it tastes like shit.”

“It does not. I put honey in it… And it’s good for me.”

Ellie smirks to herself, that same smirk that makes sure you know that she’s laughing at you, not with you.

“You’re close to entering your final form: just a full on grandma.”

She grabs the mug from you and takes a sip. Her face scrunches up in disgust, you subconsciously mimic her facial expression as you watch.

She’d never tell you, but she finds that habit adorable.

“Actually repulsive. Don’t even bother drinking this shit, babe, you’d probably throw up.”

Your stomach twists at what she calls you; it’s been doing that a lot lately, and you can tell she fumbles for a split second when it slips out, so you pretend not to notice.

You reach out for the mug, sighing softly, but it’s Ellie’s life’s mission to be difficult about everything, so she holds it higher up out of your reach.

You huff and reach out on your tiptoes to grab it from her, grunting softly, but she just moves it further away, chuckling to herself at your reaction.

You glance at her face with furrowed eyebrows before looking back up at the mug, grunting again as you grab onto her shoulder and try fruitlessly to take it back.

“Ellie, come on! Give it back!”

It takes you a second to realise how close you’ve gotten, your face only a few inches away. Ellie had gotten slightly tense when you grabbed onto her and, from this close up, you can see the blush on her cheeks as as she looks down at you, smirk faltering.

You move away and your arms fall to your sides as you turn your back to her.

“Whatever.”

She chuckles, “Whatever, my ass. I see you pouting over there. You’re so snappy.”

You know. You don’t like how pathetic you become around Ellie; how easily she makes you feel small and nervous.

She puts the mug down in front of you and goes over to the refrigerator. You watch her, glaring slightly. She digs around for a while, looking confused before glancing back over at you.

“… I think we’re out of milk.”

You groan, “Of fucking course we are… It’s fine, we’re running low on a lot of shit anyway. I’ll go to the grocery store in a sec,” and you walk back to your room begrudgingly. After dressing yourself in layers upon layers of clothing to combat the cold, you exit the room and pat your pockets as you walk over to the door.

Ellie rising from the couch and following you to the door in her coat and shoes forces you to turn and stare up at her.

She looks back at you, “What?”

“Are you going somewhere too?”

She furrows her eyebrows, “Uh, yeah, I’m coming with you. Obviously. Dumbass.”

You furrow your eyebrows right back at her, “You? You want to help out?”

She scoffs and looks away, rubbing her neck, “Just… in case you faint or something, ya know? You had a fever, you’re still kinda ill… Don’t look at me like that…”

You shake your head and push the door open, muttering, “Never thought I’d see the day…” Ellie scoffs again and walks out with you trailing on behind her after locking it. She glances over her shoulder at you and slows down for you to catch up.

The wind is harsh and frosty, nipping at the tip of your nose and your numb hands. You bring them to your mouth to warm them. Ellie watches you.

"Gloves, dumbass."

You look up at her, a puff of air leaving her lips as she speaks, "Lost 'em."

She rolls her eyes at you and keeps walking with her body now turned slightly towards you, and she reaches out, taking your hand in hers to feel how cold they are. The exaggerated wince she lets out tells you all you need to know.

“So fuckin’ cold, the fuck is wrong with you? Feels like you’re dead.”

She takes your other hand in hers and you already feel warm, but she rubs them together gently and brings them to her lips, breathing a puff of warm air onto them. Her lips graze over your finger before she moves them away again, and your face has inevitably turned a deep shade of red

She doesn’t let go of your left hand as you approach the grocery store, mumbling some shit about frostbite, but you can’t make sense of her words.

You grab a trolley as you walk in and start pushing it through the ‘Fruit and Veg’ aisle when Ellie yanks it out of your grip, hopping onto the bar connecting the back wheels, and cruising down the empty aisles.

You run after her, whisper-yelling at her to stop, “Ellie, you’re gonna fuckin’ crash into something! Stop! I swear to god!”

The sound of her laughing in response makes you scoff, so you’re almost happy when you approach her as she’s awkwardly apologising to a kid and his mom for almost crashing into him before sombrely pushing the trolley down the dairy aisle, looking all serious this time.

You laugh at her face, earning you a glare.

“What? I get to laugh, I told you to stop.”

“Shut up… Kid’s mom was hot though…”

You roll your eyes and turn to face the shelves, scanning them for a carton of milk. Behind you, you can feel Ellie’s gaze piercing through you. You know she was half-joking, but she’s staring at you, almost as if she’s trying to gauge your reaction to her statement.

You place the carton in the trolley and keep strolling down, trying not to pay it any mind.

A few moments later, you were standing in the ‘Kids’ aisle after Ellie had steered off in its direction in spite of your protests.

You couldn’t even take the trolley off of her now, being that it was significantly heavier due to the assortment of random snacks Ellie kept grabbing and throwing in haphazardly along the way.

“Fuckin’ love cheetos… I’m feasting tonight- NO FUCKING WAY!”

“What?”

“IS THAT THE ULTRA DESTROYER DOOM BLASTER MAX 300?! FUCK YEAH! WANTED ONE SINCE I WAS 5!”

She holds up a water gun to you, grinning ear-to-ear as she makes a ‘pew, pew’ noise. You laugh and try to ignore how she goes quiet and her cheeks flush as she puts it in the trolley and grabs another one.

“We gotta get two, actually. We can fight to the death. You’ll be all wet. It’ll be super hot.”

“Shut up.”

Her laugh makes you smile again as she pushes the trolley towards the queue. Finally.

Once it’s your turn, Ellie quickly starts putting the items on the conveyor belt as you flash the cashier a small smile.

He smiles back, his eyes lingering for a moment. You look away as you wait for Ellie to finish unloading the fucking mountain of items she’s accumulated over the space of half of hour. She looks like she’s in deep concentration.

“How are you doing today?” he asks awkwardly, clearly just trying to make conversation. Ellie glances up at the two of you and then keeps slaving away.

“I’m okay! Was feeling a bit ill, but it’s nice to get some fresh air.”

“Yeah? Enjoying the beautiful weather? He gestures over to the doors where you can see an empty trolley flying through the parking lot, carried by huge gusts of wind, and you burst out laughing.

He smiles at you and, from the corner of your eye, you can see Ellie staring directly at the two of you as she finishes up and walks over, shoving her hands into her pockets.

“Real majestic.”

“Yeah… On a serious note, try not to get carried away in the wind, yeah?”

“I’ll do my best, but no promises.”

“Well, that’s not reassuring at all,”

You giggle and he grins back at you, when Ellie takes your hand and interlocks your fingers, looking away as if she’s bored. Already blushing. You’re already blushing. Of course.

“Can you hurry? I need to take a piss.” You look at her, going still at her touch, and wonder if she’s referencing this morning.

Kinda weird that those words are the ones that make you think of it, though…

The cashier gives her a tight-lipped smile which she makes absolutely no effort to return, simply resting her head on your shoulder as if it’s no big deal.

But it is. It is a big deal.

The bags are packed and in your shaky grip as you trudge out of the grocery store. Ellie’s walking fast ahead of you, only holding one bag: the one with the water guns in them. She seems pissed off. She probably just needs to pee really bad.

You don’t complain. She did pay after all.

She glances over her shoulder at you and then stops with a sigh, walking back over to you.

You look up at her as she approaches, “What?”

She doesn’t respond or meet your eyes, grabbing the bags off of you, only leaving you with one, and then turning and walking again.

She doesn’t acknowledge you again, not even when you’re back in your kitchen, putting the groceries away.

“Did… Did you see the trolley in the parking lot?”you smile at her, trying to get her to respond, but she just shrugs, taking the milk from your hands and putting it in the fridge, still not meeting your eyes.

“… Are you hungry, Ellie?”

Nothing.

“Do you want me to make you something to eat?”

…

“No.”

“Okay… Are you sleepy?”

“Jeez, do you ever stop fucking talking?!”

You stare at her, dumbfounded and hurt, and the way her hard expression falters tells you she knows.

“You… You’re always talking… Even to some dumbass cashier… What, do you like him or something? Him, of all people? Are you that desperate? Throwing yourself at fucking randoms now?”

You stay quiet for a moment, bottom lip trembling ever so slightly. Ellie’s shoulders drop, she looks visibly guilty. She approaches you but you quickly turn to face the counter, shoving something into a cupboard.

She puts a hand on your shoulder, “Hey-” but you shrug it off and she stands awkwardly behind you.

“Are you… Do… I’m sorry. That was- I didn’t mean that, it was dumb. I’m just… I know you’re not “desperate”, or whatever. I’m sorry.” She starts rambling, waiting for you to face her.

“… Hey, I’m sorry, okay? I’m just… I’m just really tired, you know how I get.”

“Okay…”

You hear her sigh behind you and she rubs your shoulder as you mutter, not as upset, “Yeah, I’d have to be real desperate to go for a guy.”

Her hand stops. “What? What do you mean?”

You keep putting the groceries away, ignoring her.

“Are you… Are you a lesbian?”

Your silence is telling.

Ellie stays still for a moment, watching you put away the fruit. Your face is getting embarrassingly red for the nth time today alone. You can feel the warmth of her body heat behind you.

She’s so close. So close, it’s hard to keep pretending you don’t notice the signs anymore.

A hot breath fans your earlobe.

“Knew it…

Tell me to stop.” Before you can process her words, her hands grab onto your hips and turn you, and now she’s kissing you desperately against the counter.

Ellie pushes her body up against yours, hands holding anything they can find as though she’s searching you, as her chapped and soft lips devour yours.

The sensation of her tongue against your own is otherworldly, and you give in wholeheartedly now, with saliva spread across your mouths.

Her palms settle on your ass and she grabs onto the fat of it with insatiable lust, just aggressive enough for a wet spot to form in your underwear, before slapping it and swallowing your whimper with her mouth.

She lets out a breathy, “Shit,” before she bites your bottom lip, dragging a soft moan out of you, and then a breathless one as she grinds her knee between your legs, with nothing but the fabric of your underwear and thin shorts to lessen the friction.

You feel her stiffen around you when she hears it, and she moves back, pulling you to her bedroom quickly. The door slams shut behind you as you enter, and it’s that same cold wooden surface that she has you pinned against just moments later, with her fingers tracing shapes into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you squirm.

Her lips work their way along your jaw at a painstakingly slow pace, settling in the crook of your neck where she sucks the skin, teeth nipping gently before circling it with her tongue and pressing a soft kiss on the darkened skin. Then, along your collarbone, hungrily, like a cannibal, with a fervour that’s unfamiliar to you.

Those green eyes, filled with desire, look up at you and you feel her lips curl into a smirk against your skin before she nips at your earlobe, making you squirm again.

Ellie’s cold hands run up your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps, and grope at your ass before she tugs your shorts down your legs, leaving you in your soaked panties.

You feel her fingers run along your clothed cunt, feeling the moisture as she smiles into your neck, leaving you gasping. She mutters, “Fuck, goddamn… So wet. All for me.”

She places a hand on your cheek, holding you in place as she rests her head on your shoulder, breathing shakily, and the other slowly reaches down the waistband of your panties, making your hips buck against hers. Your mind stops still in time when two fingers slip between your folds, a soft moan escaping you.

Ellie’s fingers go further, entering your dripping hole, eliciting a borderline pornographic moan from you.

She presses a gentle kiss onto your shoulder and mutters, "Louder, make those slutty noises for me. Gonna- ah… fuck this pussy so good, babe," before thrusting deep into you, hitting that sweet spot and curling.

You do as she says without trying, and she quickens the pace of her fingers, hitting that same spot inside your pussy over and over as though it comes naturally to her, and you sob.

"I-it's so good, oh fuck," you babble, your eyes rolling back as your hips start to tremble.

“Yeah? You like that? Only me, baby, only I get to touch you like this… Hm? Say it." Her thumb finds your clit and rubs small circles into it as her fingers ram fast and hard into your pussy. It leaves you a squirming, quivering mess

“E-Ellie... Shit…” Your vision is blurry with hot tears, everything feels like it’s melting together

Drool trails down the corner of your mouth when she slips another finger into your tight pussy, a loud moan leaving it, and her hand leaves your cheek to grab onto your ass, squeezing it hard.

“Say it, fuckin’ slut, say it’s only me.”

You whimper out a breathy “Only you,” as she fucks her fingers knuckle deep into you, but as your wall clench around her and your noises become more pleasurable, she asks,

“You cumming?” “Y-yeah! Fuck!”

“Not yet, baby. I didn’t say you could cum yet.”

She halts her erratic movements and pulls her hand out of your twitching pussy. You whine loudly, looking up at her with a pained expression as the cold hits your sensitive, swollen cunt and she licks her fingers clean. The dirty talk stops sounding sexy, now just sounding mean.

“What the fuck, Ellie?” You move to push her away.

But Ellie doesn’t respond; she grabs onto your wrists as you try to twist them out of her grip and pushes you onto her bed. She climbs on top of you so you can see the desperation in her eyes clearer now, as she pulls your shirt and sports bra up over your head.

She places sloppy, ravenous kisses down your sternum, pinching a nipple meanly and placing her lips on the other, sending waves of pleasure through you. She sucks, circling your areola with her hot tongue before pulling away with a pop and doing the same to the other.

Ellie sucks and bites and kisses the skin along your chest slowly, cruelly, leaving your core aching as she paints you in a constellation of hickeys

She slowly inches lower down your torso, her lips grazing your hips before she places a soft peck near your pussy, making you buck you hips against her, moaning, “Fuck, Ellie, don’t stop, please…”

She grabs your legs and lifts them onto her shoulders with a smirk as she lowers herself in front of your cunt.

You breathe out shakily, your stomach tensing when you feel her breath against your clit,

“Tell me what you need, baby,”

You clench your eyes shut, “I need you to eat it…. Fuck, please, Ellie.”

Her head disappears between you legs and she runs her tongue up your wet slit, making your hips thrust up into her. She grabs them and holds them down against the bed. You let out a whimper.

“Hold still."

The sound of slurping fills the room and you struggle to stop squirming as her nose nudges your clit and she sucks you dry.

“Tastes so good, baby, keep making those noises.”

Her tongue moves like she’s a fucking professional. Your thighs clench around her face and she moans into your pussy. The vibrations make you go cross-eyed, pushing your cunt further into her face, till her nose and mouth are stuffed full.

She can’t breathe and it feels so good, she moves her tongue faster, eating it like she’s been starved for years. You’re already close, looking down at her as she lets out low, muffled moans against you, dry humping the bed to get any sense of relief from the growing ache in her core.

“Cum on my face, baby.”

When you feel it happen, she pushes her face deeper into it, licking you dry till you’re fucked out, before sitting up and hovering over your twitching figure. Her chin is dripping with your slick. She swipes a thumb over it and looks into your eyes as she sucks it clean.

She slips her clothes off as you start to come down from your high, sitting up beneath her and grazing a finger over her nipple gently, leaning in to kiss her. She grabs your hips and turn you around so you’re on your hands and knees, letting out a small yelp.

The bed dips as she grabs her strap-on from under it and clicks it on behind you, the cold silicone teasing your clit so you let out a small noise,

“I’m not done with you yet, baby.”

She slowly pushes the tip into your slippery hole, stopping for a moment but going all in when your whine morphs into moans, before dragging it out and back in, teasingly slowly. Your pussy throbs around her, aching for more.

You moan her name and she halts for a moment, and then suddenly rams it into you, immediately hitting the right spot, cutting you off midway through a stuttering “Please,” She starts thrusting faster, the force pushing your face forward into the pillows, muffling your moans.

Her hand hovers over your hair as she rhythmically thrusts into you, before she grabs a fistful of it and yanks it back, earning a gasp and making you arch your back so her dick reaches deeper and hits that good spot even better.

But, just as your walls start to clench around her and your moans become louder, she pulls out, letting the tip push against your twitching cunt. You let out a whine, too far gone.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, moan like a fuckin’ slut for me, ‘kay? Fuck, such a pretty little pussy, I’ll fuck you senseless. Just wanna hear you call me daddy, yeah?”

“Please, I need it so bad, daddy, need you to let me cum…” you whimper, your eyes rolling back in desperation. You can tell she wants it just as bad as you when she thrusts back into you even harder, the graphic sound of her flesh slapping against yours filling the room.

She’s breathing heavy, letting soft moans leave her lips. She can feel it rubbing against her clit just right too and it feels so fucking good as she looks down at your ass jiggling every time she slams into you. She keeps thrusting in and out, ramming into the good spot over and over, creating a painful pleasure and slapping your ass as she gets closer.

Your moans make her feel like she’ll cum right then and there, and the hand she has on your hair slowly inches around your face so she can shove two of her rough fingers down your throat, getting wetter at the sound of you gagging on them. You feel full up as she fucks your mouth and your cunt at the same time.

Then, her hand pulls out and inches down your jugular, wrapping around it experimentally, but squeezing tight when she sees your walls clench around her cock. Her pace somehow gets even faster, “Fuck, you like that, huh? You like it when I choke you, you little fucking slut? When I fuck your pretty little pussy so hard, you can’t think? F-fuck… I’m gonna… I’m gonna fucking make you… take this dick… Gonna cum in you… G-gonna get you pregnant… Holy shit… Gonna make you my bitch. Fuck. You’re gonna take it, okay?”

You gasp for air as she slaps your ass hard enough to leave a mark, fucking hard enough to make you think you’re both feral. She squeezes your throat, making you feel light-headed as you get closer to your peak, your eyes rolling back before she lets go and kneads the fat of your ass.

“F-fuck, it’s so good… Oh, shit, I’m so close.”

Ellie mumbles back breathlessly, “You gonna cum, baby? Cum with me, yeah? Cum with me…”

She keeps thrusting ravenously, her hand travelling down to your stomach to feel the bulge as she leans over you and places her chin on your quivering shoulder. Her body’s pressed against yours.

You see white, as she fucks you through your orgasm, the best you’ve ever had, still grinding as you both come down from your high.

You’re breathing heavy against each other. Ellie slowly pulls out, gently laying you down on your stomach before collapsing on the bed beside you.

You meet her green eyes and a small smile is playing at her lips. You can’t help but smile back lazily. A deeper feeling is threatening to surface as you stare at her beautiful face, but you shove it down and close your eyes as she wraps her arms around you.

It’s okay. You’re not falling in love with someone who doesn’t like you back. You’ll be gone, back in your own room, by the time she wakes up.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie fluff #ellie the last of us #ellie x fem reader #college!ellie williams #mean!ellie #roommate!ellie #dom!ellie #enemies to lovers #fanfic #tlou2 #tlou fanfiction #the last of us #smut #mdni #modern!ellie williams #sub!reader #Spotify

[jazzyblusnowflake]

OMG hi…I really like your art and was wondering if you wanna be mutuals??????????? Also tell me about your MD ships :3c

honey we are dating- .....okay yknow what- HI PRETTY & TALENTED LADY- yess i will absolutely love toooo 🙈💕💕💕💕💕

also lets see uhhh okay this is an excuse for me to just... expload-

keep in mind not every ship is meant for all of you so dont badger me about stuff that ISNT CANON or YOU DONT SHIP. contrary to whatever you believe, when somone posts about THEIR ships, nobody wants to hear about you NOT shipping it on THAT EXACT post.

hang in there, this gon be a long one >:p

First off we are starting strong with Nuzi- Biscuitbites obviously thats a given- these two just have too much to be said about why and how they make eachother the best version of eachother, whether they ever became canon or not- they fit like puzzle pieces- they lessen eachothers negative traits by being their for eachother.

next is Vuzi- Violentviolet, they are my favorite kind of enemies to lovers 😔 but its also tragic smh. kinda pissed off at how V always does something good in Uzis favor only when she is LITERALLY PASSED OUT- either in the camp ep on the bus or in Alices lab. like damn ofFUCKINGcourse Uzi wouldnt know she cares about her 😭😭😭

envuzi- Violentbitingbiscuits, i love these goobers with all my heart- they deserve the best 😔💕💕💕💕

envy - [does this poor ship just NOT have an exclusive FINDABLE tag name??? im calling them GoldenMemories...], i like to think that if they were in the manor still, and nothing bad had ever happened, these two would be comforting eachother in the healthiest way possible. V needs someone like N and N is just adorable like that uwu

Next we have JxTessa/Jessa- [calling them Fancyblades cuz why not-] J deserves some closure for the shit shes gone through smhhh 😔, its a tragic yuri of J loving and wanting something she probably already accepted she couldnt have, and even then she gotta deal with Ns ass being the favorite one regardless of how hard she tries to be perfect... sighhh i wanna imagine them in a future where Tessa was spared as the only human and J could save her 😭😭😭😭 Tessa might have loved doing mechanical stuff or wore black to hide grease/oil stains on her clothes from her parents and wore gloves to hide her oily stained hands- i want her to have a scene of wiring drones back to life and saving them and saying something like "hey there, you made it! dont worry, ill take care of you, youre my friend now :3" or something //dies//, also before anyone says it- even if Tessa was a teen in the flashbacks- romance is not exclusive to ADULTS, teens can love eachother without having sexual stuff involved. no she was not their MOTHER figure, she was their FRIEND who liked to fix robots for herself to not be alone in a house where her own parents literally chain her up as punishment. i dont even know why im arguing about this, people headcanon or make aus about characters NOT being dead all the time and if Tessa was alive for as long as J thought she was, Tessa would have been a perfectly fine adult either way. so counting this, yes shes canonically considered an adult when Cyn tries to imitate an adult humans body 🙄 makes as much sense as everything else i guess-

next ones i got is NorixYeva/Neva- Solverlilies- i just think theyre neat 😭😭😭 and once again, like everything else in this franchise- they are tragic yuris 😔 damn liam im finding a pattern over here 🤨 anyway, i like to think they either got closer in the lab experimentations or were already close when they were working as WDs in the campsite area for the humans. obviously canonically they were probably straight or just not into eachother romantically- [Nori either u have the worst taste men or Khan just fucking lost it after you died-] but also on the other handddd.... they have 2 hands and they are robots, i want them to kiss like two barbie dolls and im gonna make them do just that-

DollxLizzy/Dizzy- Bloodypink, wost fucking ship names ever, i cant find shit on them with these tags and it makes me angry >:/ at this point 2/3s of my ships are just tragic yuris smh, Doll did not deserve any of the things handed to her, even if she went about doing some things the wrong way i wish Lizzy didnt just abandon her- but then again, Doll did kinda abuse Lizzys trust and Lizzy got scared of being close to a serial murderer so.... morality calls this a draw? 😭 im crying... i wish someone was there to help Doll... sigh... i like to think Lizzy would have waited for Doll to just come back at some point... oh well, thats why AUs exist :"3 //sobs in the corner//

DollxUzi/Dollzi- Bloodybats, this ship is so underrated to me... they could have been... so much more. but why weren't they? did Yeva abandon ever getting close to Uzi when she was a kid after Nori died? did Uzi and Doll just never play around together as kids when their mothers were so close? were they ever close and something went wrong as they grew older? at worst they could have been like sisters together, and at best maybe more than friends. i just dont know what happened here, like Yeva could have tried to keep an eye on Uzi, maybe Uzi could have found Dolls powers so cool before having them too- i dont know theres literally tons of possibilities- but if Doll deserved to be saved or cared for by anyone, at least one of them should have been Uzi... sigh.

ThadxV- Killingblonde, yall this is... the cutest shit... ever???? like from here on out we kinda go into the more or less crackship territory but these two are adorable- Dumbass yet wholesome jock boy that just wants to keep his queen happy 😔👌👌👌 He and Uzi would have so much to talk about on "crushing on literal murder bots that stabbed and almost ate us" its literally love at first stab smhhh 😫💕

ThadxSam- Smokyjock ???? for some fucking reason??? i dont know what my brain did here man- i just like the trope of someone getting under Thads skin- like pair up the healthy sports loving gym boy with the lazy but wholesome dumbass that does drugs or is always just sleep deprived and Thad is always trying to just... take care of his ass and make him take care of himself but he just WONT SMHHH-

okay some more or less crack ships down here:

ThadxN: it speaks for itself. its too adorable and youll go blind from the light of wholesomeness-

ThadxNxUzi: Uzi will die here from the overwhelming wholesomeness... oh bonus if its just a 4s polycule of ThadxNxUzixV i mean i know im pushing my luck but.... random crackships go brr- V and Uzi will complain but love their dumbass golden puppy partners-

ThadxUzi: i think they could have been close and Thad caring about her as a childhood friend turned crush sounds just too cute for me 😔

LizzyxUzi: another random ass rivals to lovers or some shit idk what this is, Lizzy would pay Uzi to kiss the fuck out of her i dont make the rules-

ThadxLizzy: in some cases where they are NOT headcanoned as siblings or cousins, i think they have a good energy of wholesome jock bf and girly queen cheerleader lol, Thad is just a good bf eitherway-

DollxUzixLizzy: the gals would not leave a single second of silence for the small gremlin i swear to God- [Uzi is gay as FUCK for her gfs, absolute girloser unit with her gorgeous but crazy gfs]

okay for the end i have some characters that arent ships but i wish they could have become closer as friends or work out their issues...

J and N- too much abuse and toxicity here, i wish they could talk together more and see they have a lot of things in common- maybe a full line of dialogue from J without threatning N in every sense of the manner would be nice for a change =_=

Doll and V- again, a bit morally ambiguous to ship a character with the murderer of your family, esp when said murderer hasnt expressed regret lmao, but i wish they could at least be friends... Dolls disdain for the murder drones pushed her to end up the way she did. maybe if she didnt do it alone she would have been alive by now. so i like to think what would have happened if she and V could have made up- not necessarily Doll forgiving her- but at least having the space to grow and understand why they did they things that happened.

Cyn and literally ANYONE- i want the solver to be SEPARATE from Cyn- i wish Cyn would have still existed somewhere down there and was savable- i wish this poor child AI had a happy ending to her by connecting with the others as ACTUAL siblings... goddamnit 😔

aaaand thats it for this fine ass day 🫡 yall are welcome to ask about any of these- boy the tags are gonna be.... a lot.

#snow rambles #murder drones #uzi doorman #tessa james elliot #nuzi #biscuitbites #vuzi #violetviolence #envuzi #violentbitingbiscuits #jessa #j x tessa #envy murder drones #envy #n x v #solverlilies #bloodypink #dollzi #bloodybats #dizzy murder drones #killingblonde

[sockendrache]

Headcanon: Obito gets violently sick whenever he has a crush bc he's an Uchiha and feels everything way more intense

So. Uchiha feel emotions way more intense than non-Uchiha, yes?

Imagine Obito, who doesn't really have any friends but is desperate to be included, hearing the other kids talk about their little puppy-crushes. About feeling butterflies in your stomach and getting dizzy and nervous, all that jazz.

Then, enter Rin. Who's the first person to go out of her way to hang out with Obito and befriends him and gets to know him. And him, being so deprived of social interactions with kids his age, immediately latches onto her and they become besties-

And then he notices that his heart starts pounding and he gets butterflies whenever he's around Rin, and he just thinks to himself "Is this??? A Crush????" Since, y'know. He's got absolutely no reference to go off of and know the difference between friends and crushes.

What I'm saying is: Obito has no idea what having a friend feels like and is operating purely on what he heard other kids describe crushes to be like.

Years later he's slowly making friends with the other kids at the academy and has more experience on what having friends feels like, and he's cONFUSED as hell, because why the fuck does he get butterflies when he's hanging out with Asuma and Kurenai or sparring with Guy??!!

So he asks his Grandma what that's all about, and she just goes

"Well, you're an Uchiha, and we Uchiha are known to experience emotions about 10x more intense than others. What feels like a 'crush' to other kids is just what 'friendship' feels like to an Uchiha. I assure you, you'll know the difference when you truly develop feelings :)"

And Obito just thinks she's trying to comfort him because "No way that's true, how can my feelings get any stronger than this?!"

...flash forward to him, Rin and Kakashi being placed on Team Minato, and Obito realizing that Grandma was right when the sound of Kakashi's voice is enough to make him violently throw up

Turns out that those feelings could get stronger. A LOT stronger.

His friendship with Rin gives him comforting butterflies and a warm fuzzy feel up his spine that makes him smile for days.

Meanwhile, his rivalry (ITS NOT LOVE, IT'S NOT LOVE!!) with Kakashi makes him physically ill. Obito doesn't just feel warm and fuzzy when chatting (arguing) with Kakashi, he actually gets a fucking fever. Obito doesn't get comforting butterflies when he's around Kakashi, he gets violently sick to the point where he throws up whenever Kakashi so much as breathes in his direction.

And the worst part is: everyone knows what's wrong ("wrong") with Obito, literally everyone.

Everyone, EXCEPT FOR KAKASHI

One moment Obito is chatting with Asuma and Genma, he's completely fine and feels great! ....then Kakashi comes up to them (making sure he gets to the training grounds on time, lol). He doesn't even get a single word in before Obito goes pale, then,

"Obito-"

Hearing Kakashi say his name is enough to make him throw up into the nearest trashcan

Genma volunteers to help Obito get cleaned up, if only to escape the scene

Kakashi, watching them trott off: Tsk. Why doesn't he just go to the doctor already?

Asuma: ...

Asuma: Uhm. How long has he been... sick?

Kakashi: It's been like this for weeks. I honestly don't get why Minato Sensei has me go out of my way to fetch Obito every day when he's clearly too ill to be of any use during training.

Asuma: ...yea that's odd

Asuma, internally: kakashi how dense are you

#naruto #naruto headcanons #kakaobi #kkob #kakashi x obito #obito uchiha #rin nohara #kakashi hatake #obito headcanons #uchiha love to suffer and that extends to their love life too /jk #obito cant catch a break #other kids get butterflies when they have crushes #he gets to experience whats it like to have your appendix burst #for multiple hours #and Kakashi has the audacity to scold him like hes not at fault #team minato #obitos grandma watching him suffer: ah yes young love #tldr obito is so in love with kakashi its disgusting for everyone involved #either kakashi pretends to be oblivious or hes really just that dense

[rottenpumpkin13]

Give AGZSC + the Turks and Rufus periods. It’s for feminism Pumpkin, trust me. It has nothing to do with the fact that I’m on my period and I’m losing so much blood I see god

Choose Your Fighter - Period Edition

• Angeal makes no attempt at hiding his mood swings. He's all smiles one minute, the next he's crying over a plant in his office that's wilting, and the next he's enraged and screaming at Zack for breathing too loud. He's also the type to randomly yell out when a cramp hits. Scares everyone in his vicinity because everything is silent and then they'll hear "SON OF A BITCH OW FUCK"

• The only thing bigger than Zack's appetite on his period is his heart. He's crying because Cloud looks like a baby chocobo, he's sobbing because Sephiroth's eyes are like a kitty's, there are tears pouring down his cheeks because he loves everyone so much. He's also eating everything under the sun, including combinations that make no sense such as whipped cream on pizza.

*Zack eating his 37th donut and sobbing because he feels guilty for eating so much but at the same time he will not stop because he's on his period and in pain and deserves a treat but at the same time this is so unhealthy for him and he's clearly going to die early and everyone hates him*

• Genesis is indisposed and acts like he's on his death bed. You will commonly find Genesis in fetal position under a desk or decorating a couch. You will hear a groan that sounds like one of the planet's weapons has been awakened. Do not fear. It's Genesis. His moaning and lamenting over the pain he's feeling is comparable to the mating calls of a whale. If you touch him he screams. BUT if you don't give him attention and coddle him he will also scream.

Genesis: I'm dyING.

Sephiroth:

Genesis: I'm bleeding out and DYING.

Sephiroth:

Genesis: Will you mourn my death when I'm gone? How will you be able to cope with my loss? Have you made funeral arrangements yet? What is your plan??

Sephiroth: A vacation to Costa del Sol paid for by your credit card.

Genesis: Son of a—

• Cloud pretends everything is fine and he's not in pain when he is. He's seen hobbling and looking severely ill, but when asked how he's doing he refuses to acknowledge it.

Zack: You doing okay, Spike?

Cloud: Never better.

Zack: Really? Then what are you doing on the ground?

Cloud: Waiting for death to collect me.

• Sephiroth's anger during his period is comparable to all of humanity's rage concentrated into one person. Everything angers him. The lights are too bright, the weather is unacceptable, Genesis exists, his hair is too long. Sephiroth almost never swears, but when he does, it's guaranteed he's on his period bleeding out more blood than his body produces.

Zack: Good morning, Sephiroth!

Sephiroth: FUCK.

Zack: .....

• Reno is the type to complain to anyone was everyone who will listen about how miserable and in pain he is. He also beats himself up a lot because his emotions are all over the place, and everything seems 1000x worse than they actually are. But seriously he loves complaining, so much so that he becomes an unskippable cut scene whenever he has the chance.

Elena: Hey Reno.

Reno: It all started when I got my first period at age 12...

Elena:

Reno: I remember it well. It was a cold September afternoon. I returned from school, feeling the phantom pain settling in my....

• Tseng understands that healing from a period takes time and patience, so he takes care of himself. Tea, medicine at the right time, adequate showers, making sure not to complain to others so that they don't know he's ill, considering knocking himself out with a hammer so that he doesn't have to experience any of this, healthy food, telling Rufus "I'M FUCKING BLEEDING" when he demands to know why Tseng is laying in fetal position under his desk. Self care.

• Rufus: Whenever Rufus is on his period, he makes it Tseng's problem too. Tseng has to wheel him around in a wheelchair because he can't possibly walk, Tseng has to carry him out of bed, Tseng has to pick up cinnamon rolls from a very specific bakery in another continent or else Rufus can't sleep, pray for Tseng.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #ffvii crisis core #final fantasy vii #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #tseng ff7 #rufus shinra #reno ff7 #zack fair #cloud strife

[stanlunter]

My 6 favourite Scorptra + some little scenes I love

1. "You do care, don't tou?"

The scene that made Catra fully realize that she's not alone and that there is still someone who love her more than anything. Catra was everything for Scorpia.

And the most important thing is that Catra does the most selfless thing she could done: she refuses of Scorpia's help and doesn't let Scorpia set her free, bc she knows it can cause Scorpia troubles and she doesn't want to put Scorpia in the same situation. She doesn't want to be Like Shadow Weaver and doesn't want Scorpia to suffer bc of her.

2. "We could, you know, be happy"

Catra was so stupid for not leaving with Scorpia and Ill stay by it. Also there is no "one-sided" explanation for this. Anyone who says Catra never loved Scorpia, litterally just skipped the entire episode. They were SO in love!

Especially considering the fact that they were suppose to kiss each other at that scene ans I will never forgive Nate for removimg it

3. "You saved me?"

The moment when Catra's feelings for Scorpia startes to grow up. It's when Catra realize that Scorpia saved her, no matter what. Even tho Catra ordered Scorpia not to break the technology, Scorpia did it, bc it would save Catra. She disobeyed the order to protect her and you can read in Catra's eyes that she was shocked that she was THAT dear for someone. It makes even more sence when you remember Catra's words about Adora "You never protected me. Not in any way that would put you on SW's bad side". (no blame for Adora, she's still the best girl ofc) but the thing is that Adora wouldn't disobey to protect Catra from SW, but Scorpia did it and not once. Scorpia truly loved Catra and she would always do everything to protect her.

4. "I will always be there for you"

Even tho Catra doesn't want to ask anyone for help and wants to do everything alone, Scorpia still makes her tell the situation to resolve it together. Bc that's what friends do, Catra doesn't have to deal with this alone.

5. "You're a princess??"

Whatever the cat is this?? They were so iconic in the prom episode!

At first Catra was sympathetic with someone for the first time in the show lol. She asked Scorpia (to ask actually) to go to the prom together! It's already pretty romantic, but have you seen the rest of the scenes?

Also the screenboard where Catra zips Scorpia up lol (they really didn't have to remove it)

6. "We're making a good team!"

Uhhh, just look at them here! They litterally THE girlfriends! Catra never was so flirty with anyone. She blushes as Amity lol. And just look at these EYES!!!

Now heart-breaking scenes, cuz Im evil. S4 was so sad and for what? Im crying...

But since Im not THAT bad, here are some sweet scenes again! Cuz they're still cuties (it was a crime not to give us them in s5 btw, Ill never forgive Nate for this) <3

Protective gfs ever!

I really love Scorptra even after so many years. I need someone to rewatch she-ra with!!!

#catra x scorpia #scorpia x catra #Scorpia #Catra #She-ra #shera #Spop #she ra and the princesses of power #she ra season 3 #Scorptra #Anti catradora #anti shera #Anti spop #anti c//a #We NEEDED Scorptra to be endgame and Ill die on that hill!