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lazyneonrabbitt · 8 months

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Tattoo artist!Carmen Berzatto x Reader

3.1K | The cute, blue eyed guy does your tattoo, then he does you as well.

Smut, Mikey lives AU, improper use of a tattoo station.

Carmy, who always stops his work to make sure you’re greeted properly when you deliver their lunch.

Who gets numerous complaints from the other artist in the shop when he suggests ordering sandwiches at The Beef during lunch for the third time that week.

“You just want to see he girl again.”

“we’ll agree this one time, but only if you ask her out.”

Carmy, who gets stupidly jealous when you’re getting a tattoo from the guy who does your preferred style of tattoos.

Carmy, who’s pretty sure you don’t even know his name.

So when you come into the shop that day with the ordered sandwiches, he’s gathering the courage to ask you but he never really gets the chance. When you drop the bag at the desk as you usually do, you’re immediately chatting with Layla, the lady at the front desk, about something he can’t hear from back at his station. He sees you take a piece of folded paper from your back pocket and hand it over. A moment later he sees Layla point at different flash sheets behind her on the wall, as if she’s having you choose a style. His observing is stopped by a sandwich being handed to him.

Eventually your serious conversation seems to have ended as all that’s heard over the now resumed buzzing of tattoo machines is cackling laughter from the front desk, which he was still happily watching between his appointments. Normally he’d been sketching in between his clients. Either refining his next appointment’s design or working on new flash designs, but today his mind wasn’t anywhere near a canvas.

He did catch the guy that did your previous two tattoos linger near the front, which Carmy was a asshole move since you clearly wanted something different than usual, otherwise you would have asked for him immediately.

He shrugged at his own thoughts and went back to enjoying his sandwich and watching the scene from a distance, hoping to catch the guy’s disappointment when you picked someone else.

And as if he had spoken it into existence he saw his eyes widen and immediately scrunch up in annoyance, huffing angrilly as he stomped past carmy’s station and glaring at his smile.

His small, mental victory cheer was short lived, though.

“Yo, Bear!” Layla’s voice bellowed through the shop. “Get your ass over here for a sec.”

With every step he took to the front he got more curious about what was on the piece of paper you had brought with you, but he was also feeling better with every glare he got from mister rude guy.

He stopped at the counter, leaning on it and awaiting his friend’s explanation for calling him over.

Layla scoots him the paper with a “She loved the coloring on these,” as she points at the open binder filled with colored pencil drawings. “You think you can work that into this design she brought?”

Carmy lets out a laugh as he picks up the paper and looks it over, already picturing what he’d do with it color-wise and looks back up to you. “So, you want this exact linework with this color palette," with a gesture that moves from your picture, to his open binder. "But with this type of coloring?" He looks at you with his fingers on a watercolor piece with soft pastel tones under smooth curves of a globe, a waterfall flowing from one ocean into the soft blue background. The design looked like an upgraded version of the small line only piece he had on his arm.

“If that’s possible, yeah.” You nodded excitedly before looking back at him. “It is possible, right? If not I’ll think up something else or whatever.” The disappointment your own thoughts were causing you was clear on your face, so much Layla almost felt bad for you.

A hand on your arm quickly made the thoughts disappear. “I’ll make it work, yeah. I got this.” He takes a pen and writes down the design details in he upper corner. “So, how soon do you wanna get this done? I got some open spots not too far out.”

“Really? I got this week left before we close the shop for renovations so I got all the time then.” You bounced on your heels from excitement as you worked out the appointment details and he handed you his card. “Thank you so much!” You put the card in your back pocket and looked around for a clock. When you spotted one you realized just how long you had been there. “Shit, I gotta go! If I walk fast I’ll make it back before my break is over. see you in two weeks!” You waved to them and called out a goodbye over your shoulder as you jogged out of the front door.

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You kept the little appointment card in your phone case, getting more and more every day.

You got so giddy about it, the Beef staff teased you about it endlessly during the first week of renovation, up to the second you walked out of the door on your way to the appointment.

Arriving at the shop without your work attire or a bag of food felt strange but you were insanely excited. During your waiting time you had been stalking Carmen's artist instagram as well as the parlor's. You had initially picked Carmen as your artist for this piece because of his style, but after really taking a close look at his new posts your mind was already collecting more and more plans for him to cover your body with. But you would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't been enjoying those tattoo hot take videos of theirs. Honestly you were glued to your phone whenever either page posted something new.

You arrived early so you quietly sat down at the front after saying hi to Layla. From your spot you could see Carmen busy getting his station ready for you, your quickly folded, printed design taped to an armrest.

After a couple of minutes he came up to you, offering you something to drink before walking you to his station.

"So, you nervous?" His sweet smile made all of your nerves disappear and smile back confidently. "Not anymore now that you're here." You couldn't help it, you were so much more excited for this piece than your first ones.

Maybe because this is the first big one, or maybe because of the intricate colors. Obviously because of the insanely cute guy being up close and personal with your thigh for hours.

It surprised you how much effort he had put into your piece. "We never discussed the size, only the placement so I printed the linework in different sizes." He looks at your leg, comparing the prints. "Look in the mirror for me? Which one do you prefer?" His eyes follow yours through the mirror as he moves the stencils onto your leg one by one. "The second one, but maybe a bit higher up?" You leaned in slightly to tap your leg up t where you want the design to be and Carmen follows your taps, holding the paper carefully for you to judge in the mirror. “Yeah, that’s perfect!” You smile at him, following his movements as he puts the sheet between the foils and transfer paper and runs it through the machine. After cutting the piece out again he grabs a sharpie and kneels down in front of you. “Alright, I’m gonna need you to stand perfectly straight for me.” He puts his hands on your hips to turn you all the way to the mirror and places the piece of transfer paper onto your leg. “Right there, yeah?” “Yeah.” You stare as he takes the sharpie and marks its position before taking it off again. He grabs a bottle of liquid and puts some on hi8s gloved fingers to rub it onto your skin. “Okay now stay still.” He steadily holds the paper between his fingers, his pinkies resting against your skin for stability as he carefully lines up the markings and smoothes out the design onto your leg. Giving it a few careful brushes to make sure it stuck everywhere, he gives it a once over and peels it off carefully, checking if it transferred fully.

You watched him work with his full attention on you, no chatting with the other guys or casual conversation. Only making sure you’re getting the best work. When the stencil was fully off your leg he got back up again. “While that dries, lets go over colors.” With a hand on your lower back he led you towards the small desk hidden behind the bar like wall that separated the stations from the front of the shop. “This is what you brought,” His hand splayed out on the desk. “And this is what you requested for the coloring.” carmen opens a leather binder and pulls out a couple of pieces of paper, turning them over and placing them down for you to check. “Holy shit.” It was all you could get out, honestly. You had imagined what the finished concept would look like, but this was so much better.

“This one has the original colors your print has too, and then these two have small edits that I personally thought would look better on skin.”

The first one was what you requested, but the other two had such a better palette. “That one.” You put your finger on the last one, it had the best balance of the original colors and Carmen’s additions. “Yeah, that’s gonna be the one.” The excitement in your voice and that little bounce when you announced your decision had his heart do a flip. He smiled back at you and went to grab and prep all the colors needed for his work. “Go lay down for me? Make sure you’re comfortable and don’t touch the stencil.” You stared and nodded, hands behind you as you backed up against the leather seat and hopped on. He followed your movements while shaking multiple ink bottles. “Or stay seated, I guess, if you want to watch me work.”He smiled at your shocked blush as he turned back to his toolbox table and started pouring colors into tiny tubs. You watched as he compared needles, holding them to the printed line work and placing every needed item neatly on his workbench.

A few buzzes from the machine indicated the end of his setup.

“Okay now you really gotta lay down.” With a gesture of his hand he rolls over with his seat and positioning your seat so he can easily work on your thigh. Once he had you comfortable and got ink on he needle he gave you one last word that he was gonna start. You gave him a thumbs up in response. He looks up at you, raise brows as he asks again. “I’m gonna start now, you good?” “Yeah. Yeah I’m good to go.”

With that said he rubbed vaseline over the bit of skin where he decided to start and carefully pulled the needle across your skin. The scraping burn felt painful at first, but with time it faded into a dull feeling as you stared up at the ceiling catching Carmen’s gaze from time to time whenever he asked if you were doing okay or needed a drink.

By the time the lines were finished the rest of the artists had left for the day. Even Layla came by to have a look at he progress before she called it a day. You sat up and accepted the glass of soda, looking around the empty shop. "We usually don't do tattoos today. Just bookings and designing." He spends a moment cleaning his machine, changing to a different needle for the colors. "I got lucky and have most of my scedule filled out for the upcoming time, so I could take you today." He finishes up prepping for color and cleans off your leg once more with a quick "sorry.". You swore the alcohol on the towel hurt more than the needle.

“You good to start on colors?” You gave a nod in response and laid back down. “Yeah, let’s go!” He gave you an approving smile, loving that you answered him immediately this time.

The colored reference you chose was taped to an armrest next to you. Carmen studied it for a bit, choosing the best order of colors. Again, the buzz of the machine notified you of the start of round two. You kept your breathing even through that first burning moment again and laid still, relaxed and content. The two of you made some stupid small talk, joking here and there. Whenever silence took over for too long he’d start narrating whatever part he was currently coloring, or you would ask tattoo trivia questions that he’s happily answer for you.

The hours passed way quicker than you expected and before you knew it your leg was being cleaned up for the last time and you were carefully helped off the leather seat to take a look in he mirror. With a hand on your back he led you closer to the wall. “Man, walking feels weird now.” You mention and get a laugh in response. “It’ll have faded by tomorrow morning.” He looked at you from his spot beside you, taking in the way you’re staring at your new art piece in awe. “so?” His hand slid a little lower, squeezing right at the hem of your shorts. “What do you think?” His eyes were still on yours as he asked. “It’s perfect, holy shit Carm you’re amazing.” Your thigh was now decorated with the bold, black cartoony linework of a carebear, colored with pinks and blues, beautifully blending into each other and its details done in such smooth thin lines you could stare at it forever.

Your gaze left your tattoo and turned to the side, staring right into his eyes. Your eyes flicked over to his lips for a second before you grabbed his curls at the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Your sudden move caught him off guard but he quickly returned the kiss, one hand slipping lower onto your ass and the other one holding your hip to make sure you wouldn't rub your freshly tattooed skin against his jeans.

“Lets get that leg wrapped up, shall we?” He guided you back to his station to wipe and wrap your thigh, securing the wrap with pieces of tape.

You were leaned against the large seat with Carmen kneeling in front of you, his eyes on yours. In a moment of confidence you put your hand in his hair, carding your fingers through his curls as his hands moved up to the hem of your shorts waiting for your permission.

A tug on his curls lets him know him he could go ahead, carefully pulling down your shorts and panties while making sure he's not dragging the fabric over your wrapped up skin.

Looking up through his lashes he hooks your leg over his shoulder and inches closer until he's right at your centre. "You got no idea how long I've wanted to do this." With that he closes the gap amd his mouth is on you, his tongue dragging over your slit in a broad, slow stripe.

"Fuck, Carm.." Your fingers curled into his hair and pulled him even closer. His nose brushed against your clit and his tounge easily slid into you, tasting all of you. His moans vibrated through you, having you buck your hips into him almost riding his face. He pulls away for a moment to breathe "Taste so good.. Bring this over for me next time you do a food run?" He jokes with his head against your good thigh, those bright blue eyes staring up at you.

You let out a breathy laugh. "Only on food runs?" The hand in his hair moved down to his jaw to guide him back up. His hands find your hips and in a moment his lips are back on yours. "Gotta thank my brother for always sending you over," He kissed along your jaw. "Got high, spilled about my little crush on the pretty one that brought our lunch that day." Moving your head your lips find his earlobe. "Chef may or may not have heard me talk about the cute artist with the blue eyes and pretty curls a couple of times.."

He smirks against your cheek and steals a kiss before grabbing you by the hips and turning you around.

One hand moves up to your back and presses forward so your upper body is laying against the cool leather of the tattoo chair, while the other kept your thighs at a small distance from the chair. With your head resting on your forearms you look back at him admiring you. When he caught you staring he gave you a quick look with raised eyebrows, looking down at where your ass was pressing against the front of his jeans before looking back into your eyes. A smile and a wiggle against him as response told him enough as he pulled his sweats and boxers down far enough to take out his cock ad rub it between your folds. “Don’t tease, Carmy.. Just put it in,” You press your hips into his again, practically begging him. “please..”

With a roll of his hips he pushes in slowly and leans down to kiss down your spine and softly bit your shoulder blade before setting a steady pace, holding your hips close to his so he won’t accidentally shove you into the chair. Your sighs and moans are sounding trough the parlor as he fucks into you with rhythmic thrusts. “You’re not charging me extra for the happy ending, are you?” Your smartass remark only got a pull on your hips and rougher thrusts as a response. He kept up his fast pace until you were seeing stars and his thrusts started getting sloppy. His forehead was pressed against your back as you clenched around him, taking a few more snaps of his hips before he stilled with a moan. “Shit, if you let me do this more often I might even let you walk out without paying at all."

You shifted so you could look back at him, sweat and curls stuck to his forehead, a tired amile on his face. "Fetch me something to clean up with and I will."

You both got cleaned up and laughed together, chatting about all kinds of stuff. Planning a small dinner date during opening night at the restaurant and betting on how each of your work teams would respond to the two of you dating.

You did end up not having to pay for the tattoo.

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: lets all pretend Mikey runs the Beef and shit never went bad.

#sometimes i write #the bear #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear imagine #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto smut

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m1ssunderstanding · 2 months

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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 3.3

John having to get high out of his mind because he knows he's invited Paul to come play with him is so so sad. These are the same guys who used to sit facing each other on a bed playing guitars for hours, and now this is them?

Is John calling Paul “Jack Lemon” a reference to “some like it hot”? Because if so, I have questions. Anyway, when your estranged best friend shows up to hang out with you and a bunch of people, talking about being in love again and getting jizzed on is extremely normal and acceptable behavior.

This jam session is so fucking painful though. Paul's doing his best to just push through and get them to actually play something and John's just too far gone.

My theory: there's two reasons he did this. 1. He's avoidant and the last thing he's going to do is let on how bad he needs John in his life and how scared he is that if John gets back with Yoko that that'll be difficult. And 2. He couldn't live with himself if he didn't. If he'd kept it from John that Yoko wanted him back and later John cried to him about how much he missed Yoko or something? Paul can't have that.

John singing a snatch of Yesterday before a take of “Whatever gets you through the Night”??? Did either of them ever write a song where they weren't thinking about the other? Did they ever have a minute of peace without the other rattling the bars of the cage in his brain?

“Hold me Darling, come on, listen to me. I won't do you no harm.” Duh it's about Paul. Oh my gosh.

And with Bless You I'm always so torn. There are so many obvious references to Paul which the doc points out beautifully, but situationally it could also be about Yoko. Maybe it's about both of them in the same way that don't let me down is about both of them.

Anyway the cosmic visuals are gorgeous.

Why'd you have to phrase it like that though? Twice?

Hall of Fame moment. It's a high point for him career-wise and he chose to pull Paul into his spotlight. Not only to sing Paul's song, not only to name-drop him, but to publicly call him an official romantic title. Not “boyfriend” or “ex-wife” which both could've been much more mocking if that's what he was trying to do. But “fiance”. It's official and respected, but it's still got the lustful, unsettled, connotation that something like “husband” lacks.

Johann Weener, everyone. What a loser.

Everyone who still refers to Lennon Remembers like it's the fucking Bible listen to this. It doesn't go on for the next five years, let alone fifty.

John refusing to walk to blocks to sign the papers when George and Paul flew over the ocean. And only on the basis of astrology. He really didn't want the divorce. My heart aches for him. But he made his bed as they say.

I'm putting on my tinfoil hat again here, but I do just have to point out that one of John's first songs, “Hello, Little Girl,” has a line that goes, “you never seem to see me standing there”. And the earliest draft of WISHST, which was started soon after, answers that line. “I saw you standing there.” (Yes, it said you originally, not her). So maybe. Just maybe. That song wasn't just a Paul song, but a song that John knew Paul had put a message in for him. Okay, I apologize for the insanity. On another note, I do wonder if he ever found out what Paul thought of that.

Interviewer: ≈ at this point, do you like writing by yourself, or do you want to write with Paul again?≈ John: ≈well it's a bit of both. It's the same for Paul. We were talking about it a week ago. Okay, cool. So they definitely talked openly and honestly about potentially writing together again.

John, about their partnership, “There was always the feeling that someone was there if you needed it.” Paired with the gayest picture ever taken and then Paul singing “if I can do anything at all, let me help.” Thanks. I hate it.

John was so excited for New Orleans! What happened? I mean I have my theory based on May's book and the sudden shift in behavior. But it's pretty dark.

You know how crazy Paul is about John in interviews now? How he can't seem to keep John's name out of his mouth? John was worse in the seventies. He's promoting his Rock’n’Roll album, talking unprompted and romantically about how he met Paul, when the interviewer reminds him what relationship he's supposed to be romanticizing right now. So John remembers too and dedicates the album to Yoko who he's just got back together with.

Biconic quote.

Interviewer asks, after John's brought him up, if John's pleased with how well Paul's doing. John expresses his relief that Ringo has "found himself a niche" and then

I really do think that last bit sums up a big chunk of how John feels about Paul, and why he feels alright playing dirty against Paul or slagging Paul off. Why it would have been the furthest thing from his mind that Paul actually struggled or was insecure. Why Paul had to remind him, “I'm only a person like you, love.”

What an insane thing to think, let alone say. What if Julian had heard that? I'm pretty sure Julian and Paul weren't in contact, really at all, until the eighties, right? So John's doing better than he is at this point (I mean he's his dad, he should be). John is insecure about every possible thing and compares himself to Paul in every possible way.

Baby. He needed some serious help. The thing that sucks about being ahead of your time is that you also have to live in a world that's behind your needs.

And then. “There's always a friendly tv channel to turn to that's going to make you feel less alone.” I wonder if Paul “Call Me Back Again, John I know you're not that tired from the baby just let me in the fucking door” McCartney heard this? It's possible with how obsessive they were, but it's also impossible with how busy he kept himself.

Okay, here's the first story we've been missing about Paul experiencing negative emotions. And, of course, as always in this doc, it's paired perfectly with “Don't Let it Bring you Down” which is the musical mission statement of Paul's clenched-jawed smile philosophy.

"I tend to get a bit absolute in my statements." Yes, John. Yes you do. Another quote that Big Lennon fans should keep in mind.

John on the three weeks he took to decide if he wanted to continue the band after the first Hamburg trip: The others were mad because we could've been making money. Yeah, John, Paul suddenly had to work in a factory after he'd thrown away an educated, white-collar career (the first in his family) to be in your band. I'd be pissed too if you just didn't even bother to call. Anyway I just hate how casual John is about it. Someone who never had to worry about money is just never going to get that.

John doesn't even remember a ballpark number of how much they were making. Paul remembers exactly bragging to his professors that he was making fifteen a week in Hamburg. Sorry to go on and on about this right before Paris, but to me it's an important difference between them.

Anyway, the fact that Paris was more than just a vacation for them. The fact that – according to Stuart and John at least – they might not have come back. It's dizzying. They really thought about just running off together. I wonder what made them decide to come back and continue the band.

No offense if you do, but I don't personally believe in this stuff. What would the motivation have been for the tarot reader to tell him that? Either way, fuck him.

Gosh the live version of “Call Me Back Again”. You feel it, physically, how bad he wants this phonecall. And the desperation from such a successful man is fantastic. Literally, John, how did it feel to be the only man in the world that could get Paul McCartney to beg? “Pretty baby” “what can I do?” “Boohoohoo babe.” “I tried the operator, but I just can't get through.”

Reporter at the Wings over America tour: No John Lennon, no George Harrison, and no Ringo Starr, just Paul McCartney. And for everyone here tonight, that seemed to be plenty! Obviously he's loving this praise after all the negative press. Anyone would, and Paul needs it more than most people actually. But I bet part of him is like “stop. Don't say it like that, they already hate me enough as it is.”

How many times has John admitted that he finds Paul attractive? “It was no surprise, you know, when the kids – girls saw him, they go ‘ooh! Ooh!’ right away, you know?”

“I know it's true. It's all because of you.” Playing over this? Are you kidding me? Anyway I've never seen the picture version of this, so I thought I'd screenshot it.

But actually, in a way, the original written lyrics to Now and Then are less depressing than what he sang on the demo. “I know it's true, I'm still in love with you, and if I make it through, it's all because of you,” is obviously sad because they're both married to other people. But at least in that version, John's saying his own personal resilience to life's struggles comes from his relationship with Paul, which is nice. Whereas when John, who is sliding into a self-hating deep depression I'm comparing himself to Paul's phenomenal success, sings “it's all because of you” in a general sense, it almost feels like a callback to the ‘I'm shit and I couldn't do anything but be a Beatle (and ride Paul's boat)’ quote. Which is heartbreaking. I wish he could've recognized his own genius.

But yeah either way it's enough to make your heart heavy. If anyone needs a good cry, just go to the last five minutes of this. That should've been the now and then music video, but Paul's too scared of feelings. Which. You know. Considering how much it affects me, I can't even imagine how much it affects him. So he gets a pass.

“Why must we be alone? It's real love. It's real.”

#mclennon #paul mccartney #john lennon #the beatles #ringo starr #george harrison #understanding lennon mccartney #ulm

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susansontag · 9 months

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studio ghibli ranking list let’s go

(will include nausicaä and the red turtle)

the these-are-actually-bad section:

24. earwig and the witch

actually the only one I haven’t watched so it’s cheeky to put it here. but I won’t be watching it and no one will blame me.

23. ocean waves

who sincerely cares about these teenagers they’re so annoying. if the boys had been gay it would have honestly been homophobic.

22. pom poko

this film is about shape-shifting raccoon dogs waging a war on humans and there’s copious jokes about their testicles. so on paper a perfect film. execution wise it’s so long and so boring and you care about none of them.

the cure-for-insomnia section:

21. tales from earthsea

hayao miyazaki was right to walk out of this one even though he probably is a terrible father for having done so. some of the animation was really nice but these protagonists made me yearn for the ocean waves cast because at least they have semi-personalities.

20. castle in the sky

proof miyazaki was judging his son too hard for earthsea because this is basically his version of the same thing: a nice idea with good animation and the most boring boy/girl protagonists imaginable. has got that whimsy he does so nicely however.

the passable-films section:

19. the cat returns

but should he have? was that really necessary? has a scene of cats walking in a procession on their hind legs though so that’s a plus.

18. arrietty

visually gorgeous but otherwise a very run-of-the-mill adaptation of the borrowers, which in something that should feel wondrous is less than ideal.

17. my neighbors the yamadas

some harmless and inventive fun that you can put on in the background whilst eating lunch or doing some light yoga stretches.

the don’t-harm-me-I’m-right section:

16. howl’s moving castle

yes I do in fact understand the intricacies of the plot and I still don’t care. this is one of ghibli’s messiest films for sure, it can’t decide what it wants to be or focus on and the plot just seems to happen and then not happen for no good reason. I also think howl’s a whiny bastard and hate that sophie has to mother him and endure his contemptible man tantrums. a shame because she’s actually cool.

15. grave of the fireflies

it was sweet but I’ve watched more moving animated films set in war-time, even. I don’t have much desire to watch it again honestly but maybe I will at some point.

the this-is-getting-there section:

14. the red turtle

I liked it! an acquired taste but I really felt the harshness of the elements and the cruelty and the love. it's also very beautiful to look at, one of the most visually arresting ghibli productions.

13. only yesterday

a tale of two films with this one. the parts where she's a young girl are much more interesting, but if this had stuck the landing and it'd been more even overall, could have potentially been a favourite. alas.

12. the wind rises

a genuinely weird one in ghibli's lineup, in which miyazaki meshes two different stories together (one of inventive 'genius' and a doomed love story, respectively) in a likely attempt to try and grapple with his having chosen his career over all else, including family (noteworthy is that his wife was not able to retain her career as an animator). as a piece of art it's less whimsical and more mature than many of these films, but I struggle to not let my distaste for what it potentially represents get in the way of my appreciation for it as a film, but it's so blatantly personal that it's impossible.

the that-was-just-a-good-fun-time section:

11. nausicaä of the valley of the wind

aesthetically one of the coolest films on this list but I don't remember the story as well. great protagonist too. must have been great to experience when it first came out in the '80s.

10. porco rosso

I love this film about a tomboy mechanic and some pilot guy who went off to war and was so changed he is now a pig. watching it feels like if the mediterranean was so small it fit into your back pocket and was also populated by all your friends all your enemies and your ex-lover also.

9. from up on poppy hill

I found this one boring the first time I watched it but it really grew on me with subsequent rewatches. I really like her predominantly female household and the community they share in the backdrop of the rest of the drama is sweet. the bit of drama midway through is still batshit though but in a loveable, disney-would-never way.

the near-perfect section:

8. the tale of the princess kaguya

probably takahata's magnum opus with the studio, if slightly overlong. folktales are tricky because they tend to feel moralistic and the characters one-note if you're not willing to build on them but kaguya herself feels very spirited and alive. the prettiest on the list too I'd say.

7. my neighbor totoro

cozy late summer comfort film. perhaps even more special now because I was able to see the london production. cute!

6. when marnie was there

surprised this one has ranked so high for me but that's the power of tomboy lesbians heck yeah etc. also the fantastical element of this one is so up my alley and touches upon a particular kind of childhood nostalgia I have of being in old houses and imbuing them with magical qualities. the image of anna facing the house across the marshland is burned into my retina.

the I'd-die-for-her section:

5. princess mononoke

aesthetically too cool for school and has one of the best ghibli villains and female characters (lady eboshi). they really said all the spirits of the forest are going to die in this one but well it was a nice thought.

4. ponyo

my comfort movie of all-time! heartwarming! with another great female ghibli character in lisa, sosuke's mum who is legally allowed to drive like that apparently. also one I actually watched for the first time in my childhood when I was around 7 or so at an after school club. the subtitles taught me the useful and now underused gem of a phrase "bog off".

3. kiki's delivery service

asks the important questions such as: what if you were a young witch from a dying tradition who moves to a gorgeous town in sweden? what if your remarkable gifts were no longer appreciated due to rapid advancements in aviation technology? what if you could live in a bakery?

2. spirited away

when you're just a timid child who is scared of admittedly a lot and your parents manage to mess everything up spectacularly so now you're forced to work at the age of twelve for people who steal your identity. still one of the best honestly they may never top this as the peak of their artistic achievement.

1. whisper of the heart

have you ever been a struggling artist? have you ever been in love? have you ever been obsessed with john denver's take me home, country roads? in all seriousness love a story of two artistically inclined people inspiring each other and this has a unique feel compared to other ghibli films forever favourite probably. it feels like basically no one has watched it and that's a shame. rest in peace yoshifumi kondō.

#this took fucking ages #I welcome discussion #studio ghibli #moth.txt #moth rankings

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coco-loco-nut · 7 days

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The Manuscript

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader, Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: "write what you know/lookin' backwards/might be the only way to move forward"

A/n: Surprise, here is a gift from my breakup writing! This album didn't have one miss. Unfortunately, this is not inspired by my own breakup.

requests open masterlist __________

You have been holed up in your apartment outside of Nice, France, having moved there from America after your first bestseller. The ocean and beach usually help you write, but you are stuck, so your friends drag you out to Monaco for a girl's weekend.

As you sip on your drink, a guy slides up to you at the bar next to your hotel. "I'm not a donor but I'd give you my heart if you needed it," he says, glancing at your license, and you turn to him, rolling your eyes.

"You are a professional," you take in the guy beside you. His eyes crinkle as he smiles.

"No, just a good samaritan," you let out a small laugh, tilting your head back and finishing your drink.

"A good samaritan would buy another round," your eyes sparkle playfully as he sits beside you, taking your silent invitation to flirt and talk. Your friends leave you alone for the rest of the night, happy to see you relaxed.

He takes you out for coffee the next morning, getting to know each other more. You find out some of the small things, he is 30, does something dangerous for a job, and you learn his first name.

"If the sex is as good as the conversation is, soon we might be pushing strollers," he teases. You become a frequent visitor to Monaco, spending passionate nights and quiet days in his insanely expensive apartment. You lay in bed, him stroking your hair, legs intertwined under the sheets, a light breeze flowing from the windows. You silently wished you were 30 too.

"You are wise beyond your years, this has really been above board, love," his accent soothing as he pulls you closer. You two were planning a year's worth of adventures with each other, you made your coffee together in a French press every morning, and things were going well. But soon it was over, and you weren't sure if things really were above board. Daniel Ricciardo was just a sad memory. You found out who he really was a year after they dated, seeing him in an ad on social media.

After the split, you booked a flight home, only sleeping in your mother's bed the week you were home, crying yourself to sleep. You only are Froot Loops and other children's cereal when she returned to her home in France and dated boys her own age, but they never worked out. You released another book, but it was missing something, your personal experiences were not infused into the book. It was still a best seller.

Years later, you returned to Monaco to celebrate her best friend's birthday where you met another boy your own age. He sees your disillusioned view of love and strives to turn it around. You sit in his apartment, a dartboard on the back of his door and you write and write.

The past couple years had passed by like scenes of a show. You had anonymously taken some writing and literature classes taught in English, your French was good but not that good. Your professor selected your first bestseller for one of the course texts. Thier statement regarding your book stuck with you the most. "Something I learned from Y/n L/n's debut book was to write what you know, looking backwards is sometimes the only way to move forward. She had said in interviews that she writes to heal and loves to infuse her life into her books, making it an intimate read," the professor had analyzed not only your books but also interviews. You approached the professor and introduced yourself, safe to say you didn't have to write an analysis paper on your book.

"How is your book?" your boyfriend asks as you furiously type, the actors hitting their marks.

"A wise professor once said to write what you know. Looking back might be the only way to move forward," you hum. He knew about your ex, but he only knows the ex's first name so he never thought much about the relationship despite you being open about it.

The slow dance of words was alight with sparks as tears fell from your eyes in sync with the score as you type the final words of your manuscript. Your boyfriend holds you close, eyes scanning the computer. At last, you knew what all the agony the last few years had been for.

Now and then you and your boyfriend reread the manuscript as it passes through editing. You go on an American book tour as he travels for work. You set up a camera for the book announcement, holding your book, simply titled 'The Manuscript'.

"To my ex, the only thing left is The Manuscript, one last souvenir from my trips to your shores. Dear readers, the story isn't mine anymore, it's yours," the short video goes viral. Your boyfriend sees a text pop up on your phone from a number you never bothered to block.

Daniel Ricciardo Y/n what the hell?

"Daniel Ricciardo was your ex?" Lando asks, never really putting the puzzle together.

"Yeah, he never even told me who he really was, I should've asked in fairness," you say cautiously. You noticed the next too.

"Well, I'm glad he didn't turn you off drivers. And I'm glad that I am the one who gets to love you," Lando hugs you, not mad at you for not disclosing that information.

"I love you, Lan, please don't give me a reason to write anything but a sweet romance book about you," you whisper, a silent plea to whoever decides fate.

"What about one of those smut books that girls like to take and read on vacation at the beach?" Lando jokes, your face flushing.

"Hmm, maybe," your smile lights up the room and Lando can't help but silently thank his former teammate for fucking up. Nothing satisfies both of you more than the look on Daniel's face when you show up to a grand prix on Lando's arm. You approach the Australian, fishing the book from your bag.

"Now and then I re-read The Manuscript, the story isn't mine anymore," you hand him the book, a handwritten note tucked into the pages as he watches you walk away. A reminder of everything he had and lost remains.

#f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #daniel ricciardo #f1 grid x reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris imagines #lando norris #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagines #daniel ricciardo imagine #the tourtured poets department #this album had no misses #this song healed my broken heart #Spotify

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beauspot · 1 year

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ok i’ve had time to sit with this viewing of wakanda forever and im only going to try to add things i haven’t spoken about before UNLESS my opinion on something has changed. i do have namuri and okoyuma brainrot so excuse any shipper nonsense you don’t care about 🥴

L O N G P O S T 👇🏾

Small Details I Noticed:

as t’challa was being carried to the city of the dead after the funeral two wakandan ships cross in the sky like they’re doing the wakandan salute

when ramonda meets with the united nations she wears purple and gold symbolizing how she’s “taking care of business” like killmonger

the color red is associated with tradition in wakanda and everything new is associated with the color the blue and blue typically is associated with what element? water

aneka and ayo are so cute 😙

the shift from background music to it being diegetic sirens was masterful

i couldn’t figure out why namor said shuri was the first surface dweller in talokan but he had a suit. then i realized duh it was from the start of the movie 🥴

Why does no one go for the Talokanil masks

t’challa falls in love with a river tribe girl, ramonda finds comfort by sources of water I don’t find it coincidental at ALL her whole family has ties to water.

every time he issues a threat Namor is looking at Ramonda but when he sets the shell down to ask them to call? he looks at shuri.

shuri wears white while she’s working in her lab because she’s still in a mourning period.

shuri’s tribe wears red namor is represented(partially) by blue and what color does shuri wear when she’s taken to his domain? purple.

I JUST REALIZED T’CHALLA JR IS THE KID THAT WALKED UP TO RAMONDA

NAMOR IS NOT THE VILLAIN. IMMEDIATELY AFTER HE TOLD SHURI THE SURFACE WOULD ATTACK THEY CUT TO A SCENE OF THEM PLANNING TO ATTACK WAKANDA

attuma is down horrendous he ain’t even join the fight in wakanda he just went looking for okoye. STAND UP.

namor and shuri pausing to stare at each other before she shoots cause they really don’t want to fight 😐

people keep saying ross’ scenes weren’t necessary and yet fully missed that namor was proved right by his scenes

N’Jadaka TOLD YALL ramonda gave her life to save riri. (doesn’t justify namor’s actions but don’t take away her agency)

shuri’s panther ears on her helmet point down like she’s ready to pounce whereas t’challa’s pointed up showing he was docile

shuri’s actions fully show us namor’s origin and how he ends up as adamant and stubborn as he is. their hatred turned them into warmongers shuri is just able to stop herself before she does something truly irreversible.

namor is such a loser he really thought shuri was finna call him on his shellphone.

in the midst of everything she remembers holding hands with namor as they watched the sunrise…hm.

Random Thoughts I Had During the Movie:

That chairman who introduced Ramonda was fine as hell

That french lady shook her head like her men ain’t break into that lab that’s wild.

Attuma’s first entrance (on the ship) had me grinning from ear to ear like “HEY BIG DADDY!”

Namor can really be brutal as fuck. The way those agents were screaming as their helicopter was spun into the ocean was scary as hell! (i’m still on his side tho ✋🏾🫱🏾liik’ik talokan)

hi anderson cooper!

i wonder why ramonda cut her hair

when shuri told her mother K’uk’ulkan was covered in vibranium he looked at her like “oh so you looked me over?” 😁

the jibari are hilarious

mbakus very silly but he has a big heart and is clearly very wise

nah okoye is right the midnight angel suit is u g l y

i cannot fully express how annoying i find de fontaine

riri my darling baby girl i love you

okoye don’t look ashy and i’m tired of them coming at my good sis

okoye is so funny 😭

the car chase scenes are always the best in these movies

i need the wakanda forever script

attuma GROWLED at okoye just kiss already

i like that attuma got his own whale and everybody else gotta share

ross is such a smol little guy who’s scared of him 🥴

angela was acting her ass off we know this but you know who else? danai. yup. i should watch the walking dead

everybody in this movie fine as hell

nakia should be in more avengers movies

nakia grew them dreads fast

their shaman was fine too everybody is HOT

why is de fontaines hair purple she looks twelve

if namor got in my face like that i’d kiss him idk

shuri fully forgot she was wearing that man’s bracelet until it was pointed out to her

mbaku’s face when he saw that whale underwater took me out.

see namor dodging shuri’s fire makes no sense he literally stands still when he’s being fired at initially and then hits the ship fire out of the air with his spear.

riri don’t listen cause ramonda definitely told her ass to run

i just-don’t get namor sometimes because he fully could have killed the scientist and shuri and he clearly doesn’t care about eternal war he just DOESN’T DO IT.

Nakia’s funeral outfit is beautiful

i will fully admit that the beauty of tenoch blinded me to namor’s brutality. that man is vicious.

aneka is so funny

iron heart has such a cute anime suit i kinda love it and hate it

we’ll probably see a different one since she can’t take it home though.

there’s something so silly about the way shuri and mbaku start to arm wrestle

the way he said “princess” and stared at her on the ship…he wanted to fuck so bad omg.

the lighting when shuri gets stabbed is insane, it becomes less saturated and green and i really like it 😗

namor’s little butt jiggle as he fell?? lol

the dissenting wakandans and talokanil are going to be a problem moving forward. they’ve each lost people and they’re not gonna let that slide.

WHY SOMEBODY BOO WHEN ANEKA KISSED AYOS HEAD. FUCK OFF HOMOPHOBE

Final Thoughts:

I really love this movie obviously but i think Tenoch being hot kinda blinded me to how cruel Namor can really be. Cause the whole time i’m thinking, he’s hot and he’s right i’m on his side. In general he doesn’t use excessive force and he gives people ample opportunities to stop fucking with him before he really goes off tho.

I still stick with my assessment that Namor isn’t a villain and you’ve missed the point if you think he is, that his actions weren’t justified but i understand he needs to protect his people so it’s not without reason.

I don’t understand why people think shuri shouldn’t have been the black panther okoye is in the dora, nakia is a spy who else was gonna be the panther?

i don’t know exactly why but this movie excites me and i am growing to love it more than any other marvel movie. this is most likely the last time ill see it in theatres since i don’t want to make myself bored with it but i’m really thankful to ryan and co for putting this out they did chad justice

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spicyicetea · 2 months

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Side note from the current Yandere JJBAx reader I’m working on but still JJBA related. I’m currently watching part 4 and I just love everyone.

So here are my opinions on them and some relationship headcannons

Not all characters have relationship stuff-

Jotaro

I love how Jotaro is still himself but just… feels slightly baby girled. I also love how the first thing we properly see of him in part 4 is him 1- pitying a turtle 2-sucker punching Josuke moments later. With that being said, he’d totally be smitten for you. I may joke on how others are simps, this is my number one simp choice.

You probably didn’t obsess over him like the girls when he was younger but actually talk to him like a person, not just a set of hot muscles. He does like it when you talk about his hot muscles though ok… play your cards right and he might let you touch, but don’t tease him or he’ll back away. But, once you’re official, I feel like he’d quite like witty banter and teasing from his partner, as long as it’s clear you’re joking. No joke, probably fell for you after you mentioned a random fish/ocean creature fact.

“Huh? Oh you’re reading about starfish? I like starfish, even though they’re not actually a fish.”

“Marry me-“ “huh, what did you-“ “good grief, I said nothing…” 10/10 on my way to marry him as we speak.

Josuke

Josuke, I wasn’t sure if I’d like him at first but he is my baby no.2. He’s such a sweetheart, so dependable. Just his reaction any time his friends are in danger is just perfect. Plus I love his mom. The way he’d defend your honour like he defends his hair. Anyone say anything out of pocket about you and they’re dealing with your very powerful boy. Totally brags to you about how he’s Jotaro’s uncle and that Jotaro asks for his help on missions soooo often. But then later asks Jotaro for date ideas and advice because he’s older. My man is a romantic at heart you can’t lie to me. 10/10 would make dinner for him and baby him.

Koichi

Although Koichi isn’t my type personally, he’s such a cutie patootie. He’s so sweet and genuine that I imagine he’d just be a darling to eat lunch with and talk about your favourite shows or manga. 10/10, would walk with you too and from school.

Okuyasu

Okuyasu… he is my baby. He’s stupid, strong and has a heart of gold despite looking like a delinquent… you guys can’t lie to me that is definition of a Himbo. You can’t tell me he wouldn’t drag you out on every little adventure he could with him and the others. He’d have you wearing his jacket when it’s cold and if you already have one he’d insist his is warmer and then wear yours so you can have his. Dinner dates at Tonio’s. Yeah 10/10 he might be a menace sometimes but he’d fight for you. Use your scary dog privilege wisely.

Speaking of Tonio… only slutty men know how to cook. (/J) 10/10 I love him, underrated husband.

Rohan is a self centred jerk… I’m going to aggressively make out with him and you can’t stop me. 10/10 (sorry I’ve only seen like 2 episodes with him so I don’t have much commentary)

I’ve only just gotten to the episode where we see him pulling up to his house after nearly hitting Koichi so I can’t really report on Kira yet… but a man who carries an arm around… yeah smash- 10/10 psychotic asshole.

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first love

y/n perspective

summary: it’s y/n’s 2nd year at columbia university in new york. she thought she’d left her life in OBX in the past, but she’s in for a treat when her first love visits her city.

warnings: kissing

not proofread

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jj maybank, the boy who stole your heart. you’d lived in this city for 2 years now, with endless opportunities, and therefore, endless hookups.

no one compared to him, though. your first love. he was undeniable. yet completely out of reach, as after high school, he stayed in obx. you mutually decided to part ways when you chose to pursue your dreams up north.

even with the endless hookups you had experienced in your 2 years in new york, no one compared to jj maybank. you thought he was in your past for good, but maybe not..

———-

you’re so excited it’s summer and you’re heading to the hamptons with some of your columbia friends. needless to say, their families are comfortable. many have houses in the hamptons. you’re packing your bikinis when you get a heart stopping notification. your phone reads the unthinkable.

‘jj maybank’

“hey y/n. been a while, hope ur doing well in new york. speaking of new york, i got some surfer friends up in the hamptons and im heading up there tomorrow if you want to meet up. i know its kind of far from the big city, but im gonna be in your state after all, so i thought i’d reach out. no pressure. hope to see u soon”

fuck.

you decide you’re going to wait to respond since you’re busy packing and road tripping today with your friends. you can’t let him ruin another good thing for you. he’s so chaotic, and you’ve finally found some sort of peace in life. although, he has always been in the back of your mind the past 2 years he hadn’t graced your presence. no matter how many one night stands you have, no one is jj. nothing with compare to the butterflies you got around him, the unforgettable late nights you had together at the beach and the chateau. most of all, no one had pleased you as well as jj did. his loving hands, gorgeous voice, you could never replace him.

during the endless summers you spent in obx, jj and you always had an on and off relationship. late night hook ups, early morning sneak outs, you were a kook and he was a pogue after all. whenever you thought things might be getting serious with you guys, he’d end things. you knew he couldn’t commit, so when you moved to new york, you swore off of guys like him. of course he had to stroll back in right at the beginning of your sophomore summer.

*jump ahead*

you’ve made it to the hamptons and you’re settling in with your friends. it’s late so you all decide drink a little bit then go to bed.

the next morning you wake up. even with this beautiful view and nostalgic sounds of the ocean, the stupid text is still floating around your brain. you still haven’t responded. maybe he’ll forget? he’s pretty fucking stupid. clever, but overall, stupid.

you put on a crop top and jean shorts and put your hair in ponytail. you and your friends go out at around noon to go shopping and eat. the day turns into night and suddenly it’s a cool 7pm. you’re about to head to your first bar of the night. 3 bars later, it’s 10:30pm. all pretty buzzed, you all go into an uber heading to the last bar. you mostly stick to drinking these days rather than weed.

the final bar was literally right on the beach. you all stumble in confidently together. your friends have been trying to find a guy for you all night, most of them have steady rich boyfriends, but those guys were never your type. you and one of your friends, brooke, were the only single girls on the trip. you always joked that you two would get married if all else failed, men wise.

you’re on your final drink of the night and it’s getting late. this is the liveliest bar you’ve ever seen so late at night, you thought the hamptons would be more chill. 1am creeps up on you and you find yourself alone. all of your friends off with some guys, even your taken friends have found a hookup at this bar, there must be something in the air. frantically looking for your friends, your eyes land on brooke.

holy shit.

her arms are wrapped around a blond guy’s neck. this is not just any blond guy. jj fucking maybank. brooke is the newest to the friend group, so she doesn’t really know about jj. she doesn’t know she’s dancing in a beach bar with my first love, she just thinks he’s any other blond guy.

our eyes lock. those deep blue eyes i’ve yet to forget and i’ve longed to reconnect with. his arms to detach from brooke’s neck and he tells her he’s going to go to the bathroom. i’m pretty good at reading his lips.

as he walks towards me, a wave of that similar scent i once loved hit me. it’s jj, of course he’s high.

“hi” he said.

“hi” i respond.

“what are you doing here alone”

“i’m not alone” you say.

“you look pretty alone”

he’s still a bitch.

“that girl you were with over there is my friend”

“i didn’t know that, y/l/n”

“how could you? we haven’t talked in what, a year? two years?” you ask obliviously.

“well, i.. texted you. got no response”

“i’ve been busy”

“drinking at bars alone?” he asks.

“no. i mean, whatever” you say.

��why didn’t you respond?”

“why should i have, jj? im trying to leave you in my past, you know that. you couldn’t just stay away from new york? for god’s sake there’s 49 other says to go to.”

“i didn’t come for you y/n. i just thought it would be nice to let you know i was coming in case we bumped into each other like right now.” he said.

“whatever jj”

you walk away and onto the beach not far from the bar.

he follows you out there, forgetting about meeting back up with brooke.

“i just want to talk y/n!” he yells from 30 feet behind me.

“fine jj. talk. enlighten me. i’d love to hear what you have to say since it’s so important” you say.

“you know i’ve missed you y/n. obx isn’t the same without you. i have mo purpose there.” he says.

“i had to leave, you should know that better than anyone.” you reply.

“i know, y/n. but im older now and i get if you never want to even look at me again, but if you want to just be civil im totally down. that’s all i want, no bad blood. just give me a chance, ok? i know i’ve fucked up time and time again but-”

your phone drops out of you hand and onto the sand, you kiss him.

“y/n” jj said.

“jj..” you reply.

part 2 soon <3 let me know if u like this!

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #outer banks #obx fic

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floradinterlunium · 1 year

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Things Jikook Have Actually Said To/About Each Other!

“I promised JK I’d Go to the moon with him.”-JM

“JM told me that the other day-->I want to be together for a long time.”-JK

“I treat you this way because I like you too much!”-JK

“ARMY is always pretty (said while smiling and locking eyes with JM)” -JK

“I am you and you are me!” -JM & JK

“There’s no secrets between us!” -JK

I feel most connected with members “When I naturally meet eyes with Jimin and high five’s him after a concert. I feel like I’m especially connected to Jimin in some ways on stage and off stage too.”-JK

"Jimin hyung it's such a nice guy. His personality is just too nice. And he keeps giving me nice food. And when he smiles, his eyes are so pretty. He's the most Charming guy in the team. If I were a girl I would date a guy like jimin hyung."-JK

“The hyung that can give me the warmest comfort and is the kindliest is Jimin.”-JK

“If I get a day off I want to be with Jungkook and go on a date together.”-JM

“I would go to the ocean while holding hands with Jungkook and starring at the beach.”-JM

During those intense days as a trainee what was the driving force that kept you goin? “When I was having a hard time Jimin-hyung was by my side to comfort me. He listened to my worries diligently.”-JK

What is Jimin’s existence to you? “Honey.”-JK

What do you want to do while in LA? “I want to film sky and people (pointing to JM)”-JK

What part of members do you find adorable? “Jimin. I can feel how much he loves the stage from the bottom of his heart and I feel like we really connect in that way.”JK

What do you do to make JM smile? “This is really easy! When he looks at me he always smiles.”-JK

“Recently the most enjoyable thing these days is waking up and seeing Jungkookie.”-JM

When do you feel the most comfortable? “I’m the happiest when I’m with Jungkook.”-JM

Jungkook loves Jimin and Jimin loves Jungkook. The fact that anyone does or has ever thought other wise goes against everything these two have ever said about or done for other. I could have added more quotes but these are just the ones that came to mind first, and ones I found the most romantic.

#jikook #kookmin #park jimin #bts jimin #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jikookisreal

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miyaur · 1 year

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hi!!! can i please req a kaeya smut fic where fem (or gn) reader gets married to prince kaeya and has her first time with him. he does praise u a lot and his corruption kink just goes 📈📈📈

𝄞 — kaeya (fem reader) — ❝ what it means to touch you first ❞

summary: (kinda obvious, just based off what anon asked here), prince kaeya has decided on the lucky woman he had to marry, surprisingly but no so, it was you! after being together for long, obviously he needed an heir, but you had no experience, asking kaeya about it, he knows what to do :)

a/n: i giggled at this, thank you tho🙏🙏 hopefully i get this right !! first ask :')

warnings: nsfw, corruption kink, praise kink (i guess?), virgin reader, sub!reader, dom!kaeya (experienced-ish), fingering

prince!kaeya was forced to marry a girl, so he married the one he knew the most, you. the only reason he needed to get married soon is for another ruler to help or assist kaeya with the future of their kingdom, khaenri'ah.

kaeya wasn't fond of the idea of owning a kingdom, almost overwhelming him. but luckily there's you, his childhood bestfriend since forever, although not being from the same 'kind' of people, he still at some point, he dreamt of you becoming his significant other. you were a great partner, and he knew you'd be a great ruler, or assistant in helping with the majorly important decisions.

of course he was aware he also was married for another reason, a future heir after kaeya. throughout the marriage of both of you, he tried bringing it up but didn't wanna make you uncomfortable. it didn't seem like you got the hints he tried throwing at you with the whereabouts about the future child you guys may have.

but that didn't mean you also didn't think about having a kid with him! you were well aware you both got married for an heir, and for another ruler. you both haven't done anything all that explicit, but now concious of used to and still have liking each other romantically, so it still worked out relationship wise.

a nice, warm, calm day, you suddenly ask kaeya about an heir for the kingdom soon. he was intriguied and started teasing you about it. always talking about how cute you were when flustered (this hoe istg). "why are you so curious about this now?" he asked with a hand wrapping around your waist. "i— I don't know!" flustered screaming at him just for him to stop you and ask "if you want to make an heir, I'd be happy to oblige, my love." making you face his smirk paired with his ocean blue eyes.

"really? I mean what?" you both head back inside the castle. "really, if that's what you want, I don't mind." kaeya said making a hurry to your shared bedroom. "hey wait up!" running after him.

once getting into the room pining you down on the bed. "kaeya!!" you said trying to get up but encages both your hands with his own. "do you wanna make an heir?" he asked cold blue eyes staring you down filled with hunger. "it's um, well before anything I wa na tell you something" "go on" " I'm a virgin so please don't be so rough with me, I'll be honest this is quite embarrassing too.." looking away from his glance, "i'll be gentle sweetheart, i'll show you what it means to touch you first." he said, you moan slightly

taking off your clothes slowly, just to savor the moment. blush on your face being clear as day, sitting up when kaeya strips both of you. "ready?" he says as you nod, slowly entering his finger into your hole, making you slightly whimper. continuing to thrust his fingers in you felt like you were pn cloud nine. slowly adding another finger you felt hazy, "my, you really are tight.." he commented fastening his pace once again. you came with a cry

"did that feel good, babe?" he asked teasingly as he licked your slick off his fingers. he just fingered you yet you look like it's been hours with you both just making love. "you did so good for me, beautiful, although i think you're ready enough for me don't you think?" he said, finally pulling out his cock

"w-what if it won't fi-fit?" you whimpered out looking at his beautiful dick, "oh, don't worry darling, it will fit." he said, giving you a long kiss, as he alligns his cock with your entrance, and gladly penetrating your insides. making you gasp in shock, (also btw missionary position). he loved your cute little expressions, seeing how much he's corrupting your innocent soul.

hours (and hours) later, you still whine for kaeya to stop, but he knows you dont really mean that, while his cock kisses the deepest parts of you, finally finding that one spot you moan the loudest for, "mm, good girl, jeep whining like that and i'll give something real nice next round." he says, starting to suck on your neck, making you more sensitive than before.

waves of pleasure hitting you like a tsunami, hole so wet from previous rounds, legs trembling, "ah.. haah.. you.. you're doing so good for me" he grunts, putting your leg up on his shoulder thrusting harder. his pace quicker than before. "i'm close baby, you're doing s' good for me..", "m-me too k-kaeya"

both of you finally finish together, painted in white, "you were wonderful, my love. how did it feel?" he asked carrying you bridal style to your huge bathroom, "do you think the guards heard us?" you ask leaning towards to his chest. he laughs and continues to help you into the bath.

you guys cuddle all night and u find out ur pregnant a bit later you live happily ever after the end (kinda rushed this sorry 😓😓)

#kaeya smut #genshin scenarios #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin headcanons #genshin drabbles #genshin fanfic #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x you #genshin smut #genshin x female reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n #♪ winter.writes

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punkeropercyjackson · 1 month

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You guys know what's wild as hell about Pjo fans ragging on Walker!Percy though?The fact that they keep saying he's not a good adaption of Percy because he's 'super lame'.Like first of all that's a child shut up and get a life bitch but also my actual point is that he's only lame from normies who think they're freaks perspective and i mean this in the sense of me being a lower class autistic adult and ex-troubled kid like book!Percy is and that's why i think both his version of Percy and Walker himself are cool as fuck.Like sorry to have to burst your bubble but Percy was never a stereotypical guy or a skater boy or a devil may care or popular in the mortal world and i'm bolding that last part as the important distinction-Percy is widely beloved BY OTHER DEMIGODS because they're also weirdos like him but regular humans still view him as a worthless and unappealing loser and this is very much intentional every step of the way.Demigods are a metaphor for neurodivergent otherhood,mortals are a metaphor for ableist neurotypicals and you guys fell for Percy's untrue self-image issues and his tormenters verbal abuse hook line and sinker.Me thinking Walker is really based is not only my opinion(and a fact)but also just me literally understanding the assigment from the get go and for ten years now lmfao!Y'all hate for his Percy Jackson kinnie and zero Peter Johnson energy swag💙

Also,i was gonna end it there but i need to add in this bonus as a black woman who's a lot like Leah personality wise and in presentation:Annabeth canonically dosen't want to be blonde because she wants to be seen as more than her looks and Leah's blackness freed her from it and erased the white feministic aspects of her to be replaced with good nerdy black girl rep so by extension her dynamic with Percy is actually equal and i love watching it which is a far cry from book!Percabeth and i hope they cast a black girl for Rachel(my beloved)too and let Jason's actor when the time for Hoo comes keep his hair black as they did Leah so all you 'Percy has a type and it's blondes' freaks will be exposed for the racists and pedo apologists you are💕💕💕

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jasontoddssuper · 7 months

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Why i headcanon Percy Jackson as a femme trans woman and you should too

Rick reinforcements that Percy is meant to be seen as male comes across as ooc with the context that she was raised by a parent who never forces gender roles on anyone,much less her own child,and how Percy dosen't particularly enjoy masculinity for herself so she feels less like a cis dude and more like a transfem egg trying to convince herself she's actually a man

Her being a trans girl would fix problems in the writing-She would've taught Annabeth to stop being a pick me and embrace her tomboyishness in a queer way instead,Nico's crush on her would've faded so they would've become best friends and found siblings like they were obviously intended to before Rick decided to retcon their relathionship and her being femme would've provided much needed positive rep in the series for irl ones in contrast to how the Aphrodite girls and others were written

Related to the last part of part of that point,i think we can all agree Percy would make a very awesomely feminist female protagonist and if she'd been intended as one when the books came out,she would've been a positive example of what an actual good heroine for young girls is and influenced other authors to make their own protags like her

It opens up opportunities for more interesting and fufilling relathionships with the gods.How does Artemis' treatment of her and the Hunters too for that matter change?Is she even more intolerant of Zeus because of men being misogynistic to her?Does Persephone actively act on her (platonic) fascination with her upon seeing her bond with Nico?So many posibilities!!

Percy has severe self-eestem issues.This is incredibly obvious to anyone who's read literally any of the books and transitioning and embracing femininity with open arms at last like she wants would give her the huge confidence boost she needs and deserves just like it did for so many irl trans women

In conclusion,i love Persephone 'Percy' Amelia Jackson very much and she deserves the entire multiverse,thanks for reading

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maybe-arts · 25 days

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@kachikirby has poked me enough to draw this guy so she can draw him with her Sieg and Freya so HERE HE IS. THE BANE IN CHIFFON'S SIDE. and also potentially a new friend for Nova?

we'll get to that eventually.

notes on Polari:

like Chiffon, he's half-Astral (half-Pengy in his case, hence the coloration and bird feet). unlike Chiffon, since Pengy don't have their own magical way of reproduction, Dedede and Meta had to use a Nova to wish on.

he's about a teenager age-wise, was born when Kirby and Fluff engaged and was Nova's age when Chiffon was born. yes, he's about as tall as Kirby already and he's got more growing to do. he's gonna end up bigger than his astral dad

his wings are covered in short smooth feathers and not fit for flight (thanks to Dedede's Pengy genetics) - at least within planetary atmosphere. he'd fly in space tho, since they make him an excellent swimmer.

feathers have partially changed to his adult coloration, so a couple more molts should even out the color. for now he's kinda marbled

the alula which for astrals is a proper thumb is underdeveloped for now and would be hidden under feathers if they were any longer

yes he lifts.

skilled with swords, hammers and polearms, uses staff as an everyday weapon. his favorite weapon, however, is a poleaxe, and he can switch to it when needed because...

HE'S GOT ICE BREATH BABY. i HC Dedede to be a Pengy after all, and explain his lack of Ice ability (along with him being able to change his kit nearly on the fly with various possessions) with him having magical hyperconductivity - a disorder/defect in one's magical makeup that strips them of their natural elemental affinity, but instead grants them affinity of their environment. (A Burning Leo or a Hothead with that condition upon being put into oceanic environment for a prolonged time would suddenly find itself spewing water instead of fire, for example.) Polari, however, does NOT suffer from the same condition, meaning he's got a built-in Ice ability he can use however he wants. which means ICE. FUCKING. HATCHET.

yes he's bi (once he starts realizing that oops girls are hot AND boys are hot) keep scrolling

#maybeart #digital art #kirby #kirby oc #polari #metadede #metadede fanchild #fanchild oc #tagging this as metadede bc it's their baby #yes i was inspired by blueberryfruitbat and their metadede fanchild when it comes for where did he come from #also the bi addition is recent bc i don't have anything in mind to ship him with #it's just bc of the background lol #artists on tumblr

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robby-bobby-tommy · 4 months

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To guns and bullets

Summary: After a purgatory, while the survivors float on the ship, away from the hell, one Islander didn't go to sleep. Philza noticed that Fit stayed on the bow of the boat. The wise crow couldn't go to sleep, without checking on everyone's safety.

(Heavily inspired by "Two slow dancers" By Mitski and "Everything stays" From Adventure time)

The round moon rose, shining down on the deep ocean with a ship, flowing through the calm waves. The vessel sweetly rocked, lulling its passengers. All of them were exhausted. The last two weeks were very stressful for the players, and this last minute escape had taken all their remaining strengths away. At the evening, After some long talk, bruised survivors went to the cabins, where all of the beds were. This whole ordeal has taken a toll on their mental health, but despite the distrust this event was supposed to cause, players couldn't stay alone. Mouse, whose beautiful pink pigtails tangled and had some sticks in them, asked Bagi to sleep in the same room. The latter agreed, looking exhausted. Her hair were still wet from falling in the ocean, her head hurt from that too. Some scars from battles reopened, so brown haired woman decided to head out earlier. The girls said their goodbyes, and then left. Philza checked on them later at night, and they were sleeping anxiously.

Charlie proposed staying with Roier. Slime looked severely dehydrated; his more slime-like parts started to crack. He himself was half covered in mud and his corrupted parts were blinking a bit. Phil wasn't sure why, but he thought that it was probably due to the goopy guy's instability. Corruption didn't spread since he wasn't in contact with his "daughter", but the damage caused by purgatory didn't let those scars heal. The spider hybrid looked ghostly. His eyes were blank, he was heartbroken and pale. The Mexican man was trembling, as he repeated the last message his husband send to him. Roier wasn't really in the conversation, until Charlie didn't place his hand on spider's back and take him to their cabin. After checking on Bagi and Mouse, Crow father knocked on their door. Slime was quietly snoring, while Roier was staring at the ceiling. The latter didn't respond after the blonde man called for him. Philza didn't know what to do, but felt terrible for his friends.

The last one to go was Tubbo. His shirt and jeans were torn, his hair was messy. Toby's goggles were cracked, and his usually happy eyes were now dark and tired. Him and Phil discussed all they've seen today or done. The younger boy was full of ideas, yet his strengths were no more. After he started bringing up the same points like a broken record, Crow suggested Tubbo to sleep. As every other player before he didn't want to go to bed alone, for the loneliness was terrifying. Dadza promised to share a room with him, after he would check on everyone. This seemed to be a good compromise, cuz after this preposition youngster begrudgingly headed out for the night. Few minutes later, Phil went through corridor, looking in every room and heard a loud snore from Toby's. The last cabin Crow checked was Pac's. He was sleeping even before today's event and was brought aboard by Fit. The black haired man was sleeping. As everyone he was battered and his night wasn't sound. He twitched a bit, and it seemed like he was having a nightmare.

After some time, night came and the darkness spread around the ship. Yet the winged man couldn't go to sleep. The aforementioned Fit was not in any of the cabins. He also wasn't in the main area and corridors. Phil wasn't able to relax before everyone was safe and sound. Crow came out on the board, before seeing a little smoke coming from the stern. The winged man made his way there, as the stars shined. When he got there his friend turned his head to him. But once he saw who stood before him, bald man quickly turned away.

"Haven't seen you smoking for a lifetime."

Fit didn't respond to this half baked joke, but only hid his face more.

"Mind if I sit with you?"

"Be my guest." The veteran said finally. His voice was raspy, for he haven't spoken a word since confronting Tubbo a few hours back. At that time he looked furious, beaming with surpressed feelings of loss and uncertainty. But now bald man sat quietly, slowly holding a cigarette to his moth.

Winged man sat near his friend, avoiding pressing his back against the wall. Only now Phil noticed some cracks on the railings and the floor of the ship. The wise crow didn't remember them being there, when the remains of once happy group got to their salvation.

"What happened here?"

"Nothing but a cosmetic damage." Fit replied, pressing a cigarette to his lips once again. Philza couldn't not notice his brother in arm's human hand bleeding, as the knuckles were scratched.

"Are you okay?"

"As good as can be," he interrupted. "You?"

"Shitty." There was no point in lying. The wise crow looked exhausted. His black haori and green jinbei were dirty and torn. The blond man's back and wings were bleeding and brought terrible pain. "This whole purgatory thing.... It was hard. Being a leader of the team and fight for survival isn't quite what I do."

"Don't cut yourself short, Phil, you're the best at surviving."

"It's one thing surviving alone, but having to look out for a whole team is a different experience."

"You did good." Fit insisted, pressing a cigarette to his mouth once again. He was still facing the different direction.

"But I wish I could've done more." Philza confessed. Something made him trust this man. "I couldn't bear hearing them asking for directions, especially when the eggs.. When the earthquake began."

"Nobody knew what to do." The veteran's voice cracked a little, but he quickly tried to get it back to normal. "Don't blame yourself for not knowing everything."

"..thank you..shit, can I have a smoke?"

Fit was visibly surprised. "You always hated smoking."

"It's been the worst week I had, I really need something to distract me."

The bald man gave in, handing him the small hand made cig, that he was smoking just a second ago.

"It's the only one I have."

"Thank you."

Phil pressed the cigarette to his lips and puffed. "Where are Chayanne and Tallulah? Are they safe or at least alive? How's the rest of team BOLAS? Was all of this carnage worth it?" He wondered. The thoughts of pain and loss were suppressed by the prickly feeling in his mouth and lungs. The flaming smoke filled his mouth and the crow started coughing profusely. With every new cough Crow was more and more sure that this was a bad idea. His eyes started watering, as he nearly threw his own lungs out. Through the noise, winged man heard a chuckle coming from his trusted friend.

"Times changed, yet your relationship with cigarettes didn't." Fit reached out his normal hand, waiting for Phil to give his "distraction" back.

"It tastes like shit. How are you even able to smoke it for so long?" Crowza blurted out, as his cough started decreasing.

"Back on Earth smp I smoked more than one a day. Destroyed my lungs a bit, but I got used to it quickly. This smoke is almost the same as the air on 2b2t."

"Really? Was it that bad?"

"Pretty much. Daily explosions and withers played their part. It was hard for me to breathe at first on Earth smp, cuz the air was so clear." Fit made another puff.

"I miss this server. Remember Antarctic Empire?"

"I'll never forget you and Techno took over the world. No one even stood a chance." Finally bald man turned his head enough for Phil to see his friend's eye. Only now the child of the sky noticed a bloody scar, going through the eye. The streak of red liquid flowed down the cheek. "Do you remember our first meeting though?"

"Oh, yeah. You sure made an impression. Showing up out of nowhere on a plane and suggesting to become a «sacrifice for the blood god in the name of science»." Philza chuckled, remembering this scene vividly.

"I did, didn't I?" Fit was also smiling a bit. "Well, we had to find out how much points we lose somehow! And it led to the greatest alliance ever." The last words were spoken with so much hidden warmth only a close friend would feel.

"True." Phil sensed it.

"Besides, the planes weren't such a bad idea due to how far away your empire was from Florida kingdom. Not all of us were blessed with the wings."

"Yeah.." The last part stung a lot, but the man in haori didn't blame Fit. ".....god, I miss this place."

"Me too." The expression on bald man's face became more bittersweet. "One of my favorite memories of earth smp is us flying together. You on your own and me on the plane... Remember?"

Philza did remember. He remembered the ocean of stars that is the night sky spread above him, as he flew. The wind tickled the face and ruffled every feather. Crow's blonde hair and clothes were blowing in the wind. He was cold, since he was very fast, but it didn't matter. The round moon up high shone down on the biggest smile on the face of the child of the sky. The paysage below changed from stunningly lonley whiteness of the snows of Antarctic Empire and its castles, villages and farms to the green of the taïga and its spruces. The glimpse of county Phil built with his friends brought him unimaginable joy. He felt freedom, he felt happy. The far stars reflected in the blue eyes, as they watched the greatness of the view above, and winged man felt this greatness in himself. This was a sensation of unimaginable power, as if the world itself was plased in the hand of the feathered one.

Angel of death couldn't hear much, as the air he was cutting through was noisy, but after a while the new loud sound entered Phil's calm night. The man with wings black as coal looked around, but the clouds didn't let him see much. After a few minutes a noise became louder, and just as Crowza began to panic, a giant ass plane emerged from the white mass of gaz to the left of a person. Angel of death flew away to the right, still trying to process this unexpected situation. The plane was brown and had no roof. The pilot was covered by shadow of a supporting plane, and crow couldn't see who he was. But before Phil could think more, the steal arm with gravure on it popped right out of the darkness in a sign of greeting. All the confusion went away and was replaced by a playfulness. After a few seconds Fit clenched his hand into a fist, proposing to do their special move. Carefully winged man got closer to his companion and fist bumped him. Oh how Phil missed these silly gestures and games they used to play. The angel of death decided to toy a little, so, with the largest grin on his face, he swooped down, got under the plane, and surfaced to the other side of the steel bird. The shadow of the man in the flying machine started to look around, trying to spot his companion. Phil chuckled and knocked on the steal. Fit twitched and declined overly dramatically. Then they began swerving and turning, playfully raced. Oh how they both missed these times. The times of freedom and youth. Veterans didn't need to see each other's faces or hear each other's voices to know, that they both laughed

"You didn't have this scar then, didn't you?" The child of the sky pointed at the burn scar on his friend's cheek.

"Yeah, that was from an end crystal. Got it about 2 years after we said our goodbyes. You changed too. You've got some more wrinkles."

"Oh fuck off!"

They both chuckled and right after they fell silent for a bit. This quietness, that was interrupted by the sound of waves punching the steal of the ship, was very bittersweet. Veterans looked in the sky, reminiscing this moment. Yet they weren't like that anymore. The past would never return.

"It was so much easier back then, wasn't it?" Phil broke the silence. "We weren't stuck and were free to do whatever we wanted to...."

"...yeah." Veteran said that with some darkness. "I miss the simplicity too. But I somehow love this island too."

"Really?"

"Yeah..." Fit thought for a bit, spinning a cigarette around in his arm, before putting it back in his mouth. "It gifted me a lot. It's calmer than 2b2t ever was. It's still a shithole, but... I like it. At the end of the day, I never thought I'd see you again. Qsmp let me reconnect with you and find new people. And it gave me Ramon."

Winged man knew his companion didn't lie. As much as Fit hated being emotional and vulnerable, he found strengths to confide in people. Phil found it very brave and felt warmer, knowing that his own immense trust was reciprocated. At the same time crow understood his friend's feelings. Phil hated this island with its monsters and Federation with burning passion. But he was also grateful for all the fun memories, for his new family, for Forever, for bond with Étoiles, for Missa's company, for Fit's unwavering loyalty and most importantly for Chayanne and Tallulah. They were his light, his reason. There was nothing the child of the sky loved more, than to wake up and see kids peacefully sleeping or planning their next adventure. This server brought so much pain and suffering, yet found the way to give so much more happiness.

"I understand this feeling. I hate feds, codes and whatever the fuck this Eye dude was, but I love everything else. Chayanne and Tallulah are the best that ever happened to me...... Wonder where they are..." Philza's voice trembled, as the worries came back in his mind. His heart ached, for he couldn't bear staying in unknown, having no idea of the kids' whereabouts. "Do you believe...?"

"That they're alive? Yeah, our kids are sturdy." That was dishonest. Fit had the same questions and no answers. But he tried to reassure his friend and himself.

"But.. What if this Eye motherfucker did something to them? And what about the bomb?" Blonde man started speaking faster, as a confusion mixed with slight panic began to overflow.

"Phil, they're dragon eggs. They've been through a lot, I believe in them."

"But not an atomic bomb! And this eye bitch was in the same room as Chay, what if he did something to him? And Lullah... She probably.."

Suddenly Phil felt something on his back. The warm hand was placed in between his shoulder blades, at the roots of his wings. Crow looked at his friend, who was now fully turned at him. His deep brown eyes looked calm, reassuringly. Now that the other part of the face was visible, the blonde man understood why this man was turning away. Right above his left eye was a big scar, which bled down the cheek. But it wasn't something he would hide. The long, lonely stain coming from the corner of the eye, that was the vulnerability he tried to disguise. This single tear, that was now dried, divided the pool of red substance. Yet bald man now fully focused on the child of the sky. His palm soothed the man and ceased the fear in him. The warmth of this gesture and a slight pain pulled crowza back to reality.

"Phil, look at me. We don't know if they are alive, but we don't know the opposite. It's like that schrodinger cat shtick. We can't do anything but wait. Let's just believe in positive.. Ok?"

Man in black haori looked back at his friend's eyes. His own blue ones flickered, and he quietly nodded. There really was no proof that the kids were dead, for no one saw any corpses. And despite scary thoughts still plaguing his mind, Phil chose to trust Fit's judgement.

"Thank you, Fit.. Sorry for all the waterworks, it's just too much, you know.."

"Don't worry, it's okay. I feel the same.. This purgatory really did number on our psyche... Hm?" The veteran pulled his hand back, after sensing something liquid on his fingers.

"The fuck is it?"

"My wings broke during the escape. They just started to heal, when we had to leave, and they weren't prepared to carry both mine and Toby's weight."

The bald man looked at his palm for a second, before wiping this bodily fluid on his pants. Then he reached for a backpack, that was on his left to take something out. Only now Phil realized that during their whole conversation Fit exclusively used his human arm and let his prosthetic one stay unmoved.

"What's up with your left arm?" Crowza asked, watching his friend struggle to open a bag with one hand.

"It's..." For a few seconds baldie tensed his muscles up. His body trembled a bit, but his prosthetic arm barely moved a finger. "It broke down during the earthquake. I kinda neglected maintaining it occasionally." He resumed his search.

"We can tell Tubbo. He can do some magic with create or something.."

"Nah, I'll give it to Ramon once he gets back."

"Then I'll wait for Lullah to finish her sanctuary. Plus I must show Chay Halloween decorations."

After a few more seconds Fit fished out something sparkly. It was a golden Apple.

"Here, take it. Stops the bleeding and blocks the pain like a charm."

"No, I can't take it!" Phil was unimaginably grateful, yet he couldn't accept this gift, considering the state his friend was in. "You have your own open wounds! Eat it yourself, king."

"It's not the first time I had more holes than usual."

"Heal yourself first."

"It's my last gapple."

"I can't—"

"For fucks sake. I insist, and I won't take no for an answer." The annoyance appeared clearly on the scarred face.

"......thank you." Phil finally took the offer, begrudgingly. He was still a bit shocked that cold survivalist of the toxic wasteland would give away the healing so easily.

"Hey, wanna make a toast?" Veteran said, taking his cigarette out of his mouth and bringing it closer to his best friend.

"For what? Our kids?" Winged man put gapple to cigar.

"Yeah, for their well being and safe return."

"Huh, of course. And, for guns and bullets." Philza smiled, looking right into Fit's brown eyes.

"For guns and bullets." The same tired smile appeared on bald man's face, as he knew what his friend referenced.

Veterans "clinked" their possession. Crowza took a bite out of the golden apple and 2b2t's warrior puffed, sealing their toast. Man in haori felt warmth spread in his body, closing his wounds and fixing his broken bones. Gapple really was a great pain killer, and with pain all remaining powers left Phil. He was so tired, that it was very hard to stay awake. The child of the sky wearily put his head on a shoulder of his bullet.

"Sorry, eepy."

"No problem." The gun felt weight added to his head. They both began looking at the moon and an ocean of stars, that surrounded it. They didn't need words to understand each other, as they sat in this weird hug.

"I don't want to lose you." These words were spoken so quietly, that only blondie could hear them. "Never would imagine I'd miss you so much after only few weeks."

"Don't worry. I don't want to leave without you too. Heh, you're my most trusted friend. Thank you for believing every time, by the way. I'd go mad without your support, king."

"You're too good to me, Phil. I've known you for way too long to dismiss your visions. Thank you for trusting me and sharing info."

They chuckled. Now they were the most vulnerable they've ever been, yet they felt no discomfort. After this concert they knew that they had each other. From the start they wouldn't leave another one in danger. Since the very first day on the train, since the adoption, since the first egg disappearance, since all the adventures and campings, since every little bad and good things that happened, Phil and Fit stayed together. If someday they'd have to fight the codes or feds again, guns and bullets would immediately connect and come up with a plan. Phil was sure that if him and Fit entered the fire, they'd come out with no burns. And veteran was sure, that, in case of death, the hell was waiting on both of them.

After a few minutes, Phil finally decided to go to sleep. "Let's head out. Tubbo will kill me, if i don't keep my promise. Plus Pac waits for you."

"What do you mean?" The slight blush appeared on bald man's face, as he stood up.

"Pac's cabin has an extra bed. Now you'll finally be actual roommates." Crowza smiled sassy.

Man with a prosthetic arm wanted to response, but just as he opened his mouth, his leg suddenly bended. The child of the sky quickly stabilized his friend.

"Concussion." Fit responded to an unasked question.

After they got to their rooms, and hugged before heading out to their own beds.

Winged man fell in his bed, feeling totally exhausted. He quickly drifted off to sleep, listening to loud snores of the youngster. Finally, Crow could sleep, since everyone was safe. And Philza was safe too.

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echo-stimmingrose · 10 months

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Big Three Cousins Movie Night

(and nicknames)

Nico: *arriving* Hey, Pine Cone.

Thalia: Sup ghostie boy.

Nico: Where's Percy?

Thalia: Not here yet. Did you bring snacks?

Nico: Of course.

Thalia: Please tell me you brought more than just fruit snacks.

Nico: Oh please like I'd share my fruit snacks with you. I brought popcorn, M&Ms for you and blue gummy worms for Ocean Boy.

Thalia: Good then, I brought the sleeping bags and pillows.

Nico: The good ones?

Thalia: Of course! The hunters of Artemis only carry the best of sleeping equipment!

Nico: *mumbles* Only good thing about them.

Thalia: What was that, Death Boy?

Nico: Nothing.

Thalia: That's what I thought.

Nico: *growing impatient* Where is, Corn chip?

Thalia: I'm sorry.... Are you referring to Percy?

Nico: Yes. All he's been eating are fucking corn chips!

Thalia: Are they blue corn chips?

Nico: What kind of question is that?

Thalia: Yeah that was dumb. Of course they're blue!

Nico: Duh!

Thalia: But uh... Why are you so mad about his blue corn chips.

Nico: Because he's a fucking hypocrite! He told on me to Will when I was only eating fruit snacks but now he won't eat anything except the corn chips!

Thalia: *trying not to laugh* Okay then....

Nico: *rambling* and corn chips aren't even that good! Potato chips are so much better! At least they have flavor! He doesn't even dip them in anything he just eats them plain!

Thalia: Yes that is absolutely despicable of him. I mean, the nerve of some people!

Nico: Shut up, Birds Nest.

Thalia: Hey I was the whole tree, not just a birds nest.

Nico: I was referring to your hair.

Thalia: Wow, you're almost as much of a bitch as Sea Horse is.

Nico: Please, no one can compete with him on the bitchiest. Speaking of, where is Surfer Dude. He wants us to spend time together and then he's late!

Percy: *walks in*

Thalia: There's The Walking Wet Floor Sign!

Nico: *snorts* That's a new one.

Thalia: I know, it's great isn't it?

Nico: I still like "fish face"

Percy: Really guys? I just got here and you're already insulting me.

Nico: No that's wrong, we were insulting you before you got here.

Thalia: Are all fish this late to their own movie night?

Percy: At least I'm not a flightless bird.

Nico: A flightless bird and the nest all in one!

Thalia: Okay we better get the movie started before I commit two first degree murders!

Nico: Actually it would be second degree. For first degree you'd have to have premeditated, meaning you planned it. Second degree would apply here since you're doing it out of anger and in the heat of the moment.

Thalia and Percy: *no words*

Nico: *casual as can be* Also if you kill me my glow stick boyfriend will kill you so make your next move wisely.

Percy: Do I wanna ask....?

Thalia: Probably not.

Nico: I've met a lot of serial killers.

Percy: You were right, I shouldn't have asked.

Thalia: Uh huh... Moving right along! What movies did you bring, Whale Man?

Percy: Well Sparky, I brought a few I thought we could agree on.

Nico: Okay but no zombie movies!!!

Thalia: Why the fuck not? Those are the best?

Percy: Are you scared of zombie movies?

Nico: No, they're just so unrealistic it pisses me off. And no slashers either!

Thalia: Oh I am with you on that one! It's always some girl who always runs towards the killer!

Nico: Right! And it's always so predictable who the killer is.

Percy: Okay..... I've got some comedies.

Nico: No, I never understand like half of the jokes.

Thalia: You think that's cause of the Autism or the 70 years in the casino thing?

Nico: Not sure.

Thalia: You got any Romance?

Percy:.... You hate romance movies.....

Thalia: Yes but I do enjoy making fun of them.

Nico: I agree, that's a comedy I can enjoy.

Percy: No we are not watching a movie just to make fun of it.

Thalia: Why not? That's why we watched The Bee Movie.

Nico: He doesn't want to cause he enjoys cheesy romance movies.

Percy: How about a Sci-Fi movie?

Nico: Sure.

Thalia: No.

Percy: Okay... Apocalyptic?

Nico: No.

Percy: We could watch an ocean documentary.

Thalia: Only you would enjoy that.

Percy: Hey, I can understand what all of the sea creatures say, it's like an underwater soap opera.

Nico: But only you can understand.

Percy: Fine.. what about-?

Thalia: It's useless, were never going to agree.

Nico: Wanna watch the usual?

Thalia and Percy: *nods*

Percy: *puts on Ice Age Dawn of the Dinosaurs*

#multiple popcorn fights happen by the end of the night #big three kids #big three chaos #chaos cousins #movie night #percy jackson #thalia grace #nico di angelo #percy jackson and the olympians #heros of olympus #trials of apollo #pjo hoo toa #ice age #dawn of the dinosaurs

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