#shh i need the quote to make sense

[skylarsblue]

★RDR2 Incorrect Quotes★

(If you see duplicates from my COD version of these? Shh, no you didn't) ★Border made by @fairytopea★

Ms.Grimshaw What are you doing, you oaf? Young!Arthur, staring at Y/N: They’re pretty. Ms.Grimshaw …and you’re ugly, now get back to work.

- (Pre-joining the gang) Abigail, trying to get paid: What’s your favorite color, John? John: Blue. No, green. Abigail: Awesome! I love learning about you. John: I fucked up, it’s yellow.

- Arthur, cutting a huge knot out of John’s hair: I fucked up, we gotta go bald. *head locks him still* Young!John, flailing violently: WAAAAAHHHH-

Seán: Psst, Lenny, ay mate, wake up! Lenny: Huh- Wh-what? What is it? Seán: I heard something outside the tent. Lenny: What? Seán: Like a woman crying in the distance, but I couldn’t hear her footsteps. Lenny: Okay?? What do you want me to do? Seán: Come look with me! Lenny: Hell no! Seán: Why not? Lenny: I got too much melanin and too much sense for that white people shit. You wanna let demons get you, be my guest, leave me out of it.

- (John HAD to have SOMETHING that captivated her, for humor’s sake? We’ll say he had jokes)

Abigail: You have to find my darling husband, I’m so worried about him. Arthur: Seriously, what do you see in that guy? Abigail: He makes me laugh.

- Micha: I've got the urge to say something. Arthur: And what's that? Micha: The N-Word- Arthur: WHOA-

- Bill: But seriously, is it your whole emo thing that she’s into or what? John: …yeah, long flowing straight hair, very emo.

- Karen: This- Hmm. Tilly: Be nice. Karen: I’m findin’ it. Mary-Beth: …it takes you that long to find- Karen: It does, it does.

- (O’Driscoll troubles) Kieran: Arthur we’re going to get murdered. We’re going to get murdered by a man who can’t tie a fucking bow tie. Arthur: At least he won’t torture us, can’t tie a rope either.

- John: Ugh, you know they’re gonna make us do one of those tacky family happiness photos that comes in the restaurants shitty frame. Tilly: Why are you so fucking negative all the time? John: Wh- uh- I just- Arthur: *slowly sucks tea through straw*

- Seán: Someone just said; “You’re a criminal!” Seán: *handkerchief on, gun in one hand, bag of money in the other* Seán: Well I’ll tell ya what, Sherlock Holmes. You are unbelievable.

- The Gang: Arthur is dying and Micha is a rat! Dutch, dancing with money: *insert that audio that goes “I don’t give a fuck cause I’m a ✨millionaire✨, I do what I want, middle finger in the air!”*

- John, drunk: You think the wind is ever tryna tell us something and we don’t know how to hear it anymore? Charles, loading up a drunk Arthur into a wagon: I just want you to stop saying odd shit.

- Abigail: If we lose, I’m gonna cut the judge. John: Wh- you brought your switchblade?? Abigail: Mhm. John: But they patted us down on the way in, where did you hide i- ohhhhhhh.

- Arthur: …you ever wish you could just, turn into a bird and fly away from everything? Charles: I think we need to get you to a therapist for depression. John: I’d wanna be a wolf. Charles: And we should get you psych evaluation for Autism.

- Sheriff: You seem like a reasonable and good natured person. Arthur: *looks around* And you look like you need glasses.

- Abigail: What would your father say?! Jack: Uhhh “I’ll fix it!” And then make it worse until luck comes around and makes it work, and then act like that was the plan the whole time? Abigail: …that’s my bad, I should’ve used a different phrase to express my disappointment.

- (I dunno why but John being super mean to some people is so fucking funny to me. I don't hate Bill, but bullying him is fun)

Bill: You enjoyin’ the wife everyone else paid to have? John: You mean the woman I never had to pay for? The woman who liked me so much, she didn’t ask for any money to sleep with me? In fact; she liked me so much, she married me? The woman who makes me a warm dinner and kisses me everyday? Mother of my child? John: I am enjoyin’ yeah. What about you, Bill? Bill: John: You enjoyin’ your lonely life, you unlovable sorry sack of shit? You enjoyin’ having to pay for someone to pretend they like you? Cause they never actually do. They hate you actually, like me. I hate you. Eat shit and die, Bill.

- Arthur: …him? Really? Mary-Beth Don’t be mean! Arthur: He looks like a rescue dog, Mary-Beth. Mary-Beth: I know, I like that! Arthur: ….you like that?? Mary-Beth: His pathetic wet eyes and general wimpy stature have captivated me. Arthur: *sigh* Whatever makes you happy.

- Bill: At the end of the day, Arthur. I am a MAN. Arthur: A MAN WHO’S GAY. You like fellers GETTHATTHROUGHYOURHEAD!

- Dutch: I have a plan. Hosea: You haven’t planned shit. Dutch: I’ve planned it.

- Hosea: Arthur! What on earth are you doing?! Young!Arthur: Getting rid of this demon. Young!John: *screeching and trying to get out of Arthur’s grip* Hosea: And why do you plan to get rid of him? Arthur: Because, Hosea! He woke me up by leaning over me and whispering, “I know what death feels like, it’s cold. Have you felt death?” Arthur: HE’S CLEARLY EVIL, HOSEA Hosea: That’s just how children are, Arthur. Dutch: He’s right son, put the boy down. Dutch, leaning and whispering to Hosea: But maybe we should buy a Bible just in case. Hosea: And a cross.

- (Modern au and suicide joke)

John: It’s not a phase! It’s a lifestyle, you just wouldn’t get it! Arthur: You think I didn’t go through the “I can’t tell if I want to kill myself or everyone around me” phase? Come on. John: What? I don’t wanna kill myself at all. Arthur: … John: … John: Should I- should we go talk to Hose- Arthur: We should forget this conversation happened. Take this Nirvana CD and keep your mouth shut.

- Abigail: …John. John: Yes, my angel? Abigail: You forgot something. John: No I didn’t! I took the list with me, checked it three times, even crossed things off when I put it in the cart! See, look. Apples, frozen hamhocks, cranberry juice- Abigail: John. You took Jack with you. John: Abigail: John: Abigail: John: SHIT I LEFT HIM BY THE PASTA SECTION Abigail: STOP STANDING THERE AND GO GET HIM!

- Jack: Pa, how did you get mom to marry you? John: Well son, I- John: John: I have no idea. Jack: Should I ask mom? John: I’ll be honest, I don’t think she knows the answer either.

- Charles: You did good back there. Arthur: Oh? Heh, nah, you did all the fancy stuff. I just helped. Charles: Don’t undersell yourself, Arthur. I wouldn’t be complimenting you for no reason. Arthur: Oh yeah? And here I thought you were just trying to fluff up my ego. Charles: Wouldn’t hurt to do when you work so hard, no? Arthur: Now you’re just being’ sweet- John: Can y’all wait til we’re done before you start your spiritual dick sucking? Arthur: Can you repent to the lord fast enough to save your soul in the time it’ll take me to throw you into the damn ocean, Marston?!

- Arthur: Do you even have a brain? John: Do you even have someone that loves you? Arthur: John: John: I heard it that time, I’m sorry. Arthur: This is what Abigail hears sometimes, just so you know. John: I heard it that time, I got it. I- I’ll just- Arthur: Whiskey, full bottle. The nice kind. John: Apology alcohol, got it.

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NPC: My husband’s parents are so crazy. In-laws always are, huh? Abigail: Well, uh-

*John being an orphan* *John’s adoptive dads being criminals, one particularly off his rocker*

Abigail: ….aha, yeah;;

- Abigail: John Marston, you useless, foolish, stupid man! Bill: To hell with John! Abigail, suddenly with a very large gun: NO ONE INSULTS MY HUSBAND.

- Arthur, holding up a proper painting he actually put time and effort into: Could a depressed person make this? Charles: The painting: *a wolf in the rain laying it’s head over the body of a deer shot with an arrow* Charles: I’m, in fact, more convinced you have depression now. Arthur: …yeah this wasn’t the best evidence for my argument, huh? Charles: No. Not at all.

- John: What are you talking about? That’s completely normal, it’s like having opinions. just cause it doesn’t happen to you doesn’t mean- Tilly: No, John! No. It’s not normal to have that reaction to the sound of hearing metal on metal. John: No look, uh- Arthur! Arthur come here! Arthur: What now? John: What happens when you hear metal on metal? Like, a can bein’ rubbed with a knife. Arthur: Ugh, I hate that sound. It makes my damn skin crawl, like I got beetles underneath. Makes me wanna skin myself to get’em out. John: Right! See, Tilly? It’s not just me! Tilly: ????

Charles: …and you never got them evaluated? Hosea: In hindsight, an autistic diagnosis probably would’ve made more things make sense. But, what can ya do.

- Arthur after a dog didn’t positively react to him: Maybe this is my final straw. Charles: No. Arthur: It might be. Charles: It’s one dog. There are twenty that you stopped to pet along the way here, plenty more for you to pet after this. Arthur: You don’t understand, this is devastatin’. Charles: Arthur, please- Arthur: Utterly devastatin’, Charles.

- Arthur, tipsy: Just cause you’re gorgeous don’t mean I’ma do whatever you say. Charles: Drink the water, Arthur. Arthur: *grabs the glass* Yes, sir.

- (Got a Y/N one, also, modern Au)

Arthur: That’s the Aberdeen farm. Y/N: …what’s wrong with it? Arthur: What’cha mean? Y/N: The vibes, they’re off. Arthur: …the…vibes? Y/N: The energy, Mister Morgan. The vibe of the place. They’re off, they’re weird, wack even. I sense insidious and wretched wavelengths wafting from the aura of that property. Arthur: I see…well, to answer your question, it’s cause they are weird. And I ain’t even confirmed why cause I don’t really wanna know. Y/N: I see you can also sense the vibes are rank. Arthur: …sure, whatever that means.

- Micha: Well I think- Y/N: Well I’m certain no one fucking asked, Micha! Not a single damn person asked what the hell you thought, ever! In fact, I’m pretty sure you don’t think. I’m pretty sure your skull fills with all the bullshit in your organs, and it just spills out your mouth! Micha: Micha: I- Y/N: Shut up, Micha!

- Arthur, after Albert explains some super dangerous plan in order to get wild animals near him to photograph: You’re stupid, I like that in a man.

- Y/N: Bye Arthur, bye Karen, bye Hosea, bye Arthur. Sadie: You said ‘bye Arthur’ twice. Y/N: I like Arthur.

- NPC: Lovebirds, eh? Sadie: Arthur: Sadie: I’d rather eat a poison ivy plant with Holly Berries for dressing. *looks at Arthur* No offense. Arthur: No no, none taken. All things considered, I’d rather dive into a pit of tar and then drag myself face first through a plain of rotten chitlins. Sadie: Completely fair!

- Bill: I need you to realize you ain’t in charge here. Y/N: I need you to realize I don’t give a shit.

- Arthur: Hey Charles, uh, I got an Uhm…a spiritual question. Charles: Any particular reason you chose to ask me? Arthur: Uh well- I didn’t mean for it to be like that- I just- Charles: *sigh* What is it? Arthur: Do you know what it means when an elk stands up on its back legs? Charles: That means- Charles: WE SHOULD LEAVE, we need to leave, that’s what that means!

- Jack: …why are your boobs so big? Charles: They’re not boobs. Jack: Do you have to wear a brasier? Charles: *sigh* Arthur: He asked me the same thing a couple weeks ago, don’t think to hard bout it.

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(Story spoilers!!) Y/N: I'm sorry, let me get this straight. Y/N: You picked up that man when he was a destitute child, grieving and starving. Taught him almost everything he knows. Y/N: Then, you did that with, what? Three others? In similar circumstances? Y/N: Created a sense of family and community, a strong bond between so many misfortuned people. With your trustworthy long term friend by your side. Y/N: And then. Y/N: One RAT. WHO IS OPENLY ANTAGONISTIC AND REEKS OF SUSPICION AS MUCH AS HE DOES HORSE SHIT, SOMEHOW CONVINCES YOU TO GO OFF YOUR ROCKER AND HARM YOUR GANG?! Y/N: Explain! Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: He praised me- Y/N: YOUR PRAISE KINK GOT YOU TO AIM A GUN AT YOUR SONS????

- Arthur: Naaah they’re an angel. Lenny: They punched Bill in the face. Seán: They told Strauss he was a waste of human material, in his own language, which they’re not fluent in. Mary-Beth: They framed Micha for a crime and got him put in prison again. Arthur: Like I said, an angel!

- John: Woman. (Translation: Darling.) Abigail: Moron. (Translation: Lovebug.)

Arthur: You tellin’ me they’re being affectionate right now? Jack: Can’t’cha read subtext, Uncle Arthur? Arthur: ???

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(Insert Alcohol is truth serum reference)

Drunk Bill: Not to be gay, but you’re gorgeous bro. Kieran, afraid: You don’t have to be gay to appreciate a man’s beauty. Absolutely shit-faced Bill: Nah, like I’d fuck you, bro. Kieran, terrified: Okay, never mind!

- (How I imagine their first couple years together went)

Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: How do you feel about me? Hosea, naked & beside him: ….we’re sharin’ a bedroll, Dutch. Dutch: Yes, but what are we, Hosea? Hosea: ….we’re both naked, alone, in a tent, Dutch. Dutch: That doesn’t answer my question. Hosea:

- (This one's sad, not funny, sorry-) John: You’re such a hypocrite, why is it that anything I do that you’ve done before that you get so bent outta shape?! Arthur: Because I’ve done it before you, John. John: So why do you think it’s fair to tell me not to?! Most people are proud when their younger brother ends up like’em. You don’t want anyone like you, is that it? Arthur: John: John: …oh. Arthur: Now that you got my point, will you take my god damn advice without a big fuss…please.

- John: She drives me insane! She somehow managed to make me the angriest I’ve ever been almost daily. NPC: Then leave her. John: The fu- no. What? She’s the wind beneath my wings, my darling wife, my beautiful angel. How the hell could you even think to suggest such a thing? NPC: But- John: Get outta my sight, you fuckin’ disgrace.

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #rdr2 #rdr #red dead fandom #arthur morgan #abigail marston #john marston #jack marston #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #javier escuella #sean macguire #lenny summers #tilly jackson #karen jones #mary beth gaskill #charles smith #bill williamson #kieran duffy #sadie adler #red dead redemption x reader #john marston x abigail roberts #charles smith x arthur morgan #charthur

[bepisbee]

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Been getting back into atla brain so here ya go

Atla fs mashup

Making it a little weird to fit my purposes because I can. The avatar is 4 people (and a secret 5th shh) that's the colors and they can combine fusion style to become "that avatar" (avatar state) basically. Starts with Green (air/wind) meeting Blue (water) then Red (fire) and then Vio (earth) but there's a secret 5th element that's Shadow/Darkness (Shadow Link duh) and he's the Zuko of the au. Obvs a vidow au (they bond over books and learning and rebellion. Shadow stays undercover in their version of ban sng sei (where Vio lives) and meet cute there, and Vio joins him for awhile blah blah)

Tidbits

(the quotes are Shadow describing them when he turns good and they want to know what he really thinks of them)

Green: silly goofball windy boy. Does his best. is the first to know they are the avatar parts because plot. "As forceful as the wind during a storm, and bringing hope like the first spring breeze that smells of flowers."

Blue: v toph personality but with water. "Abrasive and stubborn, like water cutting through stone after years of wear to get where it determines to."

Red: cinnamon roll. Baker. Is in hiding ran away from fire nation because fuck that shits fucked over there. Also lives in ba sing, knows Vio. Is a baker there and everyone who knows him knows he can't keep his bending a secret for shit but he's nice and uses it to make treats and bread so it's all good here. "Warm and inviting as a fire at the hearth, and unstoppable a force when needed."

Vio: blind bookworm. Reads brail but also loves listening to (shadow) read. Noble's son but sneaks out all the time. Starts with Shadow as a rebellion but then oops love. Sees like Toph with earth bending (eventually metal and all that) sensing movements. Has a "betrayal" like in the manga joining Shadow for a time but less dramatic as killing him and more teaching him the small things in life are worth much more, your father is horrible (the whole agni kai scar thing ECT) and then reveal of Shadow's powers aren't fire but darkness. Eventually turns Shadow to their side. "Gravitational. Like a moon, you pull me in like tidal waves, and watch in satisfaction as I return a tsunami."

#shadow link #vidow #four swords #vio link #chili writes #legend of zelda #atla #weird crossover #green link #red link #blue link #elements #four sword

[keischreiber]

Part 3 of the Incorrect Quotes Generator. This time, it's a group.

Pieck: Why are Reiner and Kristina sitting with their backs to each other? Zeke: They had a fight. Pieck: Then why are they holding hands? Zeke: They get sad when they fight.

Zeke: *Gently taps table* Kristina: *Taps back* Reiner: What are they doing? Pieck: Morse code. Zeke: *Aggressively taps table* Kristina: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Zeke: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Kristina: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD Zeke: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING REINER WITH ME Pieck, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Zeke: Kristina isn’t answering their phone Reiner: I’ll call Zeke: Pieck and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi- Kristina: Hello?

Reiner: Kristina, I'm sad. Kristina: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay. Zeke: Pieck, I'm sad. Pieck, nodding: mood.

Zeke: I think we're missing something. Kristina: Teamwork? Reiner: Cohesion? Pieck: A general sense of what we’re doing?

Kristina: Tonight, one of you will betray us. Reiner: Is it me, Kristina? Kristina: No, it’s not you. Pieck: Is it me, Kristina? Kristina: It’s not you either. Zeke: Is it me, Kristina? Kristina: Kristina, mockingly: Is IT mE Kristina?

*Reiner is cooking* Pieck: Any chance that’s for me? Reiner: It’s for Kristina. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need them on my side. Zeke: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

Zeke, about Kristina: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group. Reiner: Are we stealing them? Pieck: New or used? Zeke: Wonderful responses, both of you.

Zeke: Can I be frank with you guys? Kristina: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help. Reiner: Can I still be Reiner? Pieck: Shh, let Frank speak.

Zeke: Is stabbing someone immoral? Kristina: Not if they consent to it. Reiner: Depends who you’re stabbing. Pieck: YES?!?

Kristina: I just ended a four year relationship. Reiner: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Kristina: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship. *Zeke and Pieck fighting from across the room*

#kei's mumblings #reiner #reiner braun #zeke #zeke yeager #pieck #pieck finger #kristina #kristina qual #aot oc #incorrect aot quotes #CHAOTIC #THEY ARE ABSOLUTELY CHAOTIC

[stnaf-vn]

Hi!! I am hoping for clarifications, and I wanted to share my theories & analysis. I'm bad at paraphrasing and getting to the point, so please be patient with me. (I'm so glad asks don't have character limits anymore lol This will be long)

In the very beginning of the demo, a voice colored with an unsaturated purple says "...you better do as I say...", "...I can ruin your life, you know?" The next phrase is has red (threatening?) colored text, "I can make you wish you were never born." The MC wonders who is speaking. The faded purple reappears with "Yeah, that's what I thought. It shouldn't be too much trouble right?" You are then given a choice to open your eyes or not. If you select "Open your eyes?" the MC sees nothing but darkness, but they feel something touch their shoulder in a soothing manner. The unidentified person(?) cuddles the MC, saying "Shh. Go back to sleep, my dear." and the MC falls back to sleep to the sound of humming. If you select "Don't." the result doesn't change. After falling asleep, the MC has a nightmare. The nightmare involves running away from something in a dark, foggy, cold, and empty city. There is a quote on a nearby building wall: "They who walk into the lion's den will surely be swallowed whole." The sidewalk has the word "R U N" on it. There is also an upside-down stop sign that says "Wrong Way". The MC is lost, out of breath, and terrified. Any cry for help echos around them without a response. Eventually, MC begins hearing footsteps. A hooded figure with a bit of blonde hair peaking out approaches from across the road. MC begs the stranger for help from a distance. Glitched thought text appears saying, "Wait, that's not right... Something isn't right... "

The faded purple text reappears, labeled as "Stranger" and glitching as well, "Where do you think you're going?" The stranger laughs and causes the MC to shiver. "You can't get very far without me!!" He(?) yells. "YOU NEED ME!!!!" MC's heartbeat rushes with fear. Glitched red text appears, "You have to hide." "... No..." Then a glitched purple colored text that is more saturated (I think like the color of Friend's regular text) says "Y o u nee d to ru n." You are then given the option to run or hide. Regardless of which you choose, you are met with a flashed cg, like a jumpscare, of the Stranger close to the screen with a hand reached out to grab you. At the sound of an alarm clock, MC shoots up in their bed, covered with sweat and alone.

So, now that everyone reading has the details, let's discuss! Feel free to tell me what you can, and let me know if an answer is too spoiler-y.

First set of questions, did the beginning dark part before the city nightmare actually happen? Was it a memory? Was it a part of the dream? If it did actually happen, was it actually current Friend watching, touching, and talking to a sleeping MC? If it was a memory, could it be something MC heard from Kegan?

It would make sense if Friend was there that night, for two reasons: 1) he is in your apartment when you wake up, 2) his license plate says "ICUzzzBBY" lmao

It confused me a bit how the faded purple text went from threatening manipulation to comforting the MC back to sleep. That detail led me to believe that perhaps it was part of the dream OR the person was attempting to drill these things into MC's subconscious mind OR they were speaking their true thoughts that they are not ready for MC to hear out of fear of scaring them...

Is the red text only used for threatening emphasis or is there more significance?

Was the "Y o u nee d to ru n." actually a different shade of purple? Was it Friend's purple? If so, was it purposeful and significant to the lore? I know Friend wants to protect and be close to MC more than anything else...

Who is faded purple text?

I believe the faded purple text, eventually revealed as "Stranger", belongs to either the Original Friend (who was ultimately retconned for being too mean), or a nightmare version of Friend made from MC's subconscious worries about his strange behaviors. I have watched the original animation you made with Original Friend that started STNAF, and from what I can tell Stranger behaves and speaks very similarly to OG Friend.

The faded purple text could also just be indicating Friend speaking with a more sinister tone.

(Also, it's a little funny to me that he's called "Stranger" and Friend is "Friend", cause the names make it sound like Stranger is a dark version of him in a Markiplier-Darkiplier kind of way.)

Stranger is dressed in all black, with a hoodie and a face mask. Even while mostly disguised, I believe the physical traits that are visible (hair, skin color, eyes, body size) all match up with the person MC knows as Friend. Is there a reason the MC did not recognize the Stranger? I guess it's fair if they were just too panicked, but *looks at the blonde bangs* you would think they would recognize their best friend. If not in the moment, then retroactively.

How did MC know something was not right? Was it just a feeling, something they saw, or did they start to realize they were dreaming? Was the Stranger the "thing" MC was initially running from?

Will the choices made in the beginning (opening eyes, run or hide) have significance for the full game? Does it already have significance in the demo? (Significance as in will it influence the ending or the storyline the player gets, does it affect the MC's personality.)

Why did you want to include this beginning sequence? (Don't get me wrong, I love it! I am genuinely curious.)

Perhaps it was to make the player less trusting of Friend, or to give them a spook and a taste of OG!Friend?

I believe what we see in the city nightmare is a warning and a commentary on having a relationship between MC and Friend. With the quote on the building "They who walk into the lion's den will surely be swallowed whole", Friend is the lion, and walking into the den refers to time spent with him, getting close. Being swallowed whole probably has a few meanings... Friend will get rid any competition for MC's attention, and he will manipulate them until he has them exactly where he wants. Friend wants to be the only person in their life. He wants them to be kept close, and to be the one to take care of all their needs. Under certain conditions he will kidnap MC and completely isolate them. (Correct me if I'm wrong)

The "R U N" on the sidewalk, the Wrong Way sign, and the "Y ou nee d to ru n" are obvious warnings of 'Danger! Quickly go in the opposite direction you are going!'. I think the warnings were applying to Stranger who is about to approach from ahead of them in the nightmare, and also a warning about entering a relationship with Friend. They make me want to always choose the "Run." option.

There was also an Edgar Allan Poe quote at the beginning I forgot to mention before: "I was never insane except for instances in which my heart was touched." The quote was accompanied by the sound of static, and a tape(?) beginning to play (lore or just spooky sound design?). I believe the quote is just fitting for Friend's character. He is willing to do anything for MC, because he loves them.

Additional Comments & Questions:

-I love the art style!!

-I melt when he calls me sweetheart or love 😍

-He's so cute and kind!

-I am very in love, consider me thoroughly wooed. I have considered the potential consequences & outcomes, and tbh I would still be willingly obedient to his every desire.

-Should I be worried about how pale he is? Also, the black eye bags! He needs to sleep more!

-I really want to write something for the contest, but I've had terrible writer's block for months 😭 I have ideas, it's just the actually writing part... I still have time to try! I hope to get inspiration by replaying the demo and listening to music. (Friend: 🎶 I wanna be your boyfriend, I wanna be your boyfriend~ I wanna go on walks with you, I wanna have long talks with you~ You can be my [partner], you can be my [partner]~ I'll compliment you frequently, I wanna treat you decently~ 🎶)

-I love the banter <3 Makes me happy

-I'm scared of driving, so it works out that he is willing to drive me places!

-When he pats MC's knee in the car and then asks if they're comfortable with it?? Then if they give the go ahead he puts his hand on their thigh and strokes it with his thumb... Hhhhhh 🤭

-The intimate scenes are very well written, I'm still blushing...

-I am sending this on anon, because I am an anxious person. If I want send another ask after your response, I need to be identifiable. I would like to be recognized with this emoji combination: 🐻🌻 It's a bear head and a sunflower emoji. Let me know if it's already taken.

I hope you are doing well!!

- 🐻🌻

Words cannot express how much I love theory asks, it's like eating a good meal. Just so satisfying. I've built this world with the intent to have some story with enough wiggle room for theorization. So some things will be left up to your own personal interpretation because I find it more fun that way. I will say that the beginning before the nightmare(?), Friend was actually on the phone with your boss threatening him to give you the morning off. (He only "asked" for the morning off because he assumed you would fight him when it came to taking the WHOLE day off, but he wanted to spend time with you.) Also, thank you so much for noticing the small details I put in there! And I'm so glad you enjoyed the demo! Chapter 1 is currently in the works, and I hope you and others will catch on to the small details once again.

Thank you Sun-bear for this awesome theory ask.

#♡-stnaf lore #🔪-stnaf scenarios #​💾​- see thru need a friend game

[loveyourownsmiilee]

Alright Manager Rebecca has officially seen 4.14 and here are some exact quotes:

“NO NO BUCK IS GONNA SAVE HIM. OH OHHH HE IS MAD AND HE IS DETERMINED. Yup yes ok rolling under the fucking fire truck???? I will not shut up about them staring at each other so romantically in the middle of a full blown crime. I forgot there’s other people there because I’m zeroed in on these two.”

“He saved him!!! HE CARRIED HIMMMM. THAT IS HOT. WHY IS THAT HOT? Oh and he’s ripping his shirt. Oh my, oh myyyy. Don’t tell my husband.”

“Are you kidding me??? NO DO NOT TELL ME EDDIE JUST OPENED HIS EYES AND USED ALL OF HIS ENERGY TO ASK IF BUCK IS OK??? No stop, honey you can’t be serious??? This is a love story I’m watching right now 😭😭”

“Oh poor Buck. He is shaken up. He’s crying over losing the love of his life. Shh that’s what Eddie is to him. Oh he’s not ok, I mean clearly look at him. He’s standing there staring at Eddie go off, while dripping in his blood. Which ew but also that’s so romantic in a sense? To have your partners blood on you like that. I’m weird I know but I wish my relationship was half as romantic as theirs. Don’t tell my husband.”

“Ewwww get this evil bitch away from Buck. I did not need to see her ruin my little Buck and Eddie bubble like that.”

“OHHHH IS BUCK GOING TO BE THE ONE WHO TELLS CHRISTOPHER?? I CANNOT BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT HIS SON.” 😭😭😭

*she has not said a single word about Buck telling Chris because all she’s been doing is fully sobbing*

“I mean Buck is clearly Christopher’s other father at this point. It’s such a wholesome relationship they have. My husband would never. I mean he’s a good dad but not this caring lol. I can’t believe my eyes and ears. He, out of every other person, was the one to tell Chris that Eddie’s not coming home?? And Christopher’s little arm around his shoulders and gentle reassurance. My son would never honestly. Nor would my husband be this upset when telling my kids I’m injured. Ugh I’m so jealous over these three 😂”

“Ew I forgot Ana was still here. Ok you sit there and be the doting girlfriend while Buck is actually staying with their child. It’s so cute how Buck is living in their house and watching after Christopher. And little Chris being sassy like Eddie oh gosh how cute is he?”

“Everyone has partners helping them with their bulletproof vests and Buck is alone. Why does that hurt me so much?”

“No Buck noo!! You have a son to think about you can’t be doing impulsive shit like this!!!! Stop it!!! Eddie will be very upset. Ugh Eddie wake up and come get your dumb idiot man because he’s being an idiot.”

“EWWWWW NO NO NO. WHY EXCUSE ME NO. WHY THE FUCK DID SHE KISS HIM?? She clearly sees he’s not ok?? His best friend is literally in a coma and he’s a new father to Christopher, he has a lot going on right now. Why the fuck does she think this would be the most ideal moment to kiss him??? That’s gross. That’s a no a big no. Are the writers stupid? Can she please go back to the hole she crawled out of. Yuckkkk I’m gonna throw up my coffee.” -No comment.

“OH YESSSS HE WENT TO EDDIE AND DID NOT CHASE THE EVIL BITCH. OK but why is Eddie smiling so prettily at Buck when he welcomes him. Whyyy oh my god he’s so gay. His girlfriend is right there and he’s looking at Buck of all people like he’s the star. That’s love. Yeah it is.”-it is love.

“The way Eddie looked at him when he said he should’ve been shot. You cannot sit here and tell me it’s because he doesn’t care about Buck. I feel like that hurt Eddie to hear that. I think Eddie would actually die if anything happened to Buck at this point. Eddie’s gonna talk with him about this right?? He’s gonna reassure him some way I think!”-little did she know what’s coming up in the end.

“I have no fucking words about this. None. I hate everything about this. Buck is supposed to be with Eddie wtf??? Have we all been watching the same episode or what??? In what world does him getting with her make any fucking sense? Sweetheart please explain this situation to me. Did I miss a scene because Taylor????”

*Rebecca was too stunned to speak about the will reveal. She has still not recovered from it.*

“Ok no can we please break this down. Did I just see what I saw or are my eyes deceiving me?? He looked at Buck, no no no so sorry, EVAN, in the eyes and just told him he made him his son’s legal guardian???? Wait is this supposed to be some kind of marriage proposal?! Honey that’s a love declaration there’s no way that he says this to Buck and they don’t get together! Wait they’re getting together right??? I mean Because Evan??? The way he said that. His eyes and his face, honey that’s Love with a capital L. I’m crying. That was so romantic. So fucking beautiful. They’re in love. I’m not sure how you ever got over this moment because I don’t think I’m going to be able to forget this for a long time to come. Because Evan? Well then, rip my heart out why don’t you Eddie. Ah young love.” -Yes she sums it up perfectly.

“Ughhh why are both of their stupid girlfriends at Eddie’s house???? This is girlfriend free zone only. Ew the reporter too. That’s gross. I’m sorry I can’t see anything besides Eddie going home to his son, while his husband and I guess official father of his son watches them with stupid love in his eyes. Yeah sorry all of this is gay to me. Break up with your pretty girlfriend and let Buck carry you in his big strong arms and show you a good time. Wait do you ever think about them having sex? Because I think it may be hot? Idk if gay sex is hot but I’m sure with the amount of sexual tension dripping off those two, it will be so hot. Ugh I can’t wait to watch all this again with my husband. I bet he’s gonna cry too!!! I hope they finally get together next season!! I’m still not over Because Evan. Like he really said that huh?? Married idiots that’s all.”

SHE IS LITERALLY ONE OF USSSS NOW!!! 🥰🥰

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #manager rebecca #she’s still emotional #this took me so long to type up but I hope y’all enjoyed her little live reactions #I know I did 💜

[oceansprompts]

marvel's midnight suns | misc quotes 2

You may have noticed that I mess around a lot…

What would you do in my position then, huh?

Since that’s ruined, I guess we can cut straight to the chase…

I’ve been retconned before, let’s do it again!

At least buy me dinner before you peg me like that…

It’s the best way to trick other people into thinking you have your crap together…

Says the poster child of heroism…

Hey, answer this for me. What does commitment mean to you…

But-and it’s a but-it’s scawy…

Sssh, it’s question time. Would you ever cut ties with me?

Your awakening ritual was admittedly… Simply put, how do you feel?

Will all my resources, all my gifts, I should’ve seen this outcome spelled out… but I… miscalculated.

Plus, it’s very comfortable. Assuming you choose a good fabric, of course.

Any side effects I should know about?

We can’t in good conscience send you back into battle…

You’re too kind. Besides, I think our mutual friend has done quite well in guiding you so far.

Shh. Just stand here with me a moment. I want to see if you can sense what I’m sensing.

My mind races with nervous excitement at the thought of stepping back into the great cosmic library…

Demons are, by definition, evil…

I wish I could have joined you at the lab…

But that’s a worry for another day…

If you think this source has got salon-sculpted facial hair and an ego the size of Montana, then you’re correct.

I fear he may be plotting against us as we speak…

I really need to double check my findings. There are a few more scrolls I should consult…

Part of me feels we should throw it into the Forge right now and wash our hands of it completely.

I’ve been giving a lot of thought to the direction my life will take if we survive your mother’s apocalypse…

Your continued confidence and honesty with me have rekindled…

Go on. To what genre am I most partial?

But I cannot shake the sense that life as I know it has changed for the worse.

Since the beginning of this crisis, my predictions have all been skewed…

“I’m wingin’ it. ”

Everyone’s on edge about it and that puts me on edge, ya know?

But I bet no one would notice if I like took off and joined Hydra or just, I dunno, disappeared.

How the hell am I supposed to live up to that?

I mean, look at you. You’re not intimidated by anyone…

That was an act of mad genius.

It’s gotta be done…

But it also really sucks.

All I can say is what I saw last night made me worry about you.

How do I honor him and still be truthful? It’s too many hands.

You think I need something a little more foolproof?

What does that mean? Some women are what?…

It’s gonna go like this: save the world, go home, give [someone] a big hug, throw a barbecue for the neighborhood.

I don’t know, you think, maybe he’d be able to do me a favor, after we save the world, I mean?

I see your “why” and raise you a “why not?”

Gorgeous, right? Even without the extra hell sauce, she’s a beast.

He, well, both of us just wanted to say thanks. Nice to feel useful, know what I mean?

I don’t know. I don’t want to mess up and disappoint anyone or worse, get someone hurt. I made that mistake once before and I have absolutely zero desire to do it again.

Will you be my Player 2?

What did I do to deserve all your confidence in me?

Don’t get me wrong. We’re a solid duo…

Like a car chase, but with horses. Did you ever drift a horse? maybe on a frozen lake or something?

I was going to say “a roller-blading mariachi band” but I don’t think mine compares.

No, in a car. You race through empty streets, pushing your ride as hard as it can take it…

We could start a weekly tradition. I make a mean carne asada.

With my parents gone, I had to grow up fast…

I know I can’t go home until this is over, but knowing doesn’t make it easier.

Well, does it even matter? I made a choice and the world paid for it…

Haven’t you figured it out? She doesn’t want to “win”.

It’s good. It’s really good, actually. If I can keep myself busy enough, I think I can keep the darkness at bay.

#roleplay memes #rp sentence meme #sentence meme #sentence starters #roleplay

[istherewifiinhell]

okay. okay. if anyone is in for. "a good time" (why they put that in scare quotes? SHH). mirage issue 15. found anyway you read comics online and broke ;}. which came out after 16 dont worry about it. has a letters section. to set the scene. this is after eastman and laird have a soft separation and dont work together on books like they used to. this after (first seasons of) the show is out. and its after each of there "solo" debuts (each has a different inker and the mirage studios letterer), and after the first main book with a 'guest' artist soloing the issue.

suffice to say. fans never change. tho its funny you used to have to pay postage to say it. its. everything you could possible imagine it to be. what is this crap? you guys cant work apart? whys the plot not going HOW I THINK IT OUGHT. its soft baby shit and you guys are sell outs. etcetcetc. incredible stuff. self parody really.

made even funnier that the section also includes one of theeeee most prototypical concerned parent letters. those foul turtle comics! think of the children. which. imma include some of lairds response too cause i think its interesting to hear from. one of the guys who's. maybe most had that levied at him. like. ever?

(extra graph breaks mine) On the values of the turtles:

On think of the children:

... If you had read all of our books, you would have seen that we try to use the "off-screen" approach wherever possible, keeping the actual act of violence outside of the panel. Also, if you had taken the time to read all of our books, I'm sure you would have seen that we do not have the Turtles going out looking for trouble, fighting for the sake of fighting, being bullies, or using excessive force; just as we also do not have them cursing continuously (if at all, really) or using slang or poorly structured language excessively in fact, the Turtles by and large speak with correct grammar and syntax, and only speak otherwise when under stress or responding to excitement.

If you had spent the extra effort to really read our books, you would have also seen that the values that we promote through the Turtles' words and actions are positive ones, including respect for the rights of the individual; reverence for the wisdom that comes with age; and recognition of the value of a caring family life, among others. Yes, the Turtles aren't perfect characters - they lose their tempers, they squabble, they insult one another. But they also help others in need, and try to do the right thing, and care for each other. And isn't that they way it is in real life? Why shouldn't our comic book reflect that?

d'ya think he's mad?

I'm always concerned when I hear people fussing and fuming over sex and violence in the media; when they imply that merely being exposed to either or both will turn any child into a sociopath or psychopath. That, put quite simply, is crap. It flies in the face of all common sense: Of all the millions and millions of us who were exposed to thousands of hours of sleaze and violence on the tube and in books and magazines, how many of us turned out to be violent cases?

Think about it. There is no simple "cause and effect" relationship. What truly matters is the way the parent or parents of each child bring that child up… and that is scary to some who would rather not make the effort needed to teach their children to lead good and just lives, and finding a convenient scapegoat (comic books, movies, TV, etc.) is much more appealing, as it offers an easy cover for their own failings.

on comics as a medium:

you know what yeah i think he might have had enough.

But I would like to try to get you to see that your view of comics as a strictly children's medium is way off base. It is not now, and never has been. Think about it- just because there are large, hardcover illustrated children's books, do you expect all large, hardcover, illustrated books to be for children? Of course not; and the same holds true for all media, including comic books.

Comics can be for young kids… but they can also be for teenagers… and they can be for adults. In fact, they can be for all ages, and that is the way we approach the Turtle books. We believe they are suitable for all ages, and do not require some kind of label to protect innocent young children from their contents.

In closing, I would like to touch on one of your statements, that "At best these comics should not be printed…". I have to ask you, do you really believe that? Because if you do… well, I'll just say that I am grateful for the fact that you are not an omnipotent being, because I would hate to live in the kind of creatively constipated, simple-minded, and facistic world you would surely create.

"At best these comics should not be printed…" - have you no conception of what a mind-bogglingly insensitive and dictatorial statement that is? It's as if I were to say to you, "At best Bonnie Winter should never be allowed to speak her mind." Does that sound like the "land of the free, home of the brave" to you?

It doesn't to me.

#some shit #turbles... #picture this. its 1988 and reddit doesnt exist but you still need to be a bitter little pill. dljdfngfdsfg #as others are saying. turtle fans HATE whenever there. plot development. fdjksgdfg #goddddd okay lolllll. i sat down to READ comics but i did this instead jsdfhgbjdfshgjdhsg. WHAT A PIECE OF HISTORY.... same as it ever was. #wifi blogs mirage #technically

[callmemana]

Cricket: just tell me what happened.

Leo: {before joining up} okay, but you have to promise not to get mad

Cricket: what. happened.

Leo: I was just minding my own business-

Cricket: *slamming her fist on the table* BULLSHIT

Leo: I WAS

Leo: so what’s your type?

Cricket: kind, blonde, dumb, good sense of humor

Leo: that sounds kind of like me. too bad I’m your best friend.

Cricket: … did I mention dumb?

Leo: yeah

Cricket: okay just making sure

Duckie: *overhearing this conversation and face palms*

Cricket: wanna play a game

Duckie: sure

Cricket: it’s called ‘cricket or skip’. I tell you things leo has said recently. you guess if he was speaking to me or our dog.

Duckie: that shouldn’t be that hard-

Cricket: quote number one: ‘I would die for you’

Duckie: … I stand corrected

{in San Diego}

Cricket: back in high school, I always wanted to kiss you.

Leo: why didn’t you?

Cricket: I couldn’t reach your face.

Rick: *to leo* I dare you-

Cricket: Leo’s not allowed to accept dares

Rick: …why not

Leo: *head bowed* I have no regard for my own personal safety

Leo: I just need to hear those three little words

Cricket: I love you

Leo: try again

Cricket: *grumbling* I will behave

Leo: shut up everyone, Cricket’s calling to check in!!!

Goose: come back to bed, baby!!

Rick: *various sex noises*

Slider: where’s the vodka?!

Dragon: Put your PANTS BACK ON!

Dragon: *screams*

Whiskey: who hid my weed?!!!

Mav: strip poker baby!!!!!

Cricket: LEO WHAT THE FUCK!

Leo: I love you Angel!

Cricket: you’re an idiot.

Leo: love isn’t real.

Duckie: you’re literally making a card so you can confess your undying love to Cricket.

Leo: *threatening her with a glue gun* you’re on thin fuckin’ ice.

Duckie: can I be frank with guys?

Daisy: sure but I don’t see how changing your name is going to help.

Cricket: can I still be Cricket?

Daisy: shh let Frank speak.

Leo: I sleep with a gun under my pillow

Ron: I sleep with a knife

Rick: you’re both pathetic

Ice: oh yeah? what do you sleep with?

Rick: Duckie

Dragon’s Angels📻: @gracespicybradshaw @mrsjaderogers @dragon-kazansky @bayisdying @breadsquash

#Pruitt Family oc #Wolfe Family oc #Beau Pruitt oc #John Wolfe oc #leonard wolfman wolfe #cricket #leonard wolfman wolfe x oc #ocs #rick hollywood neven x oc #duckie #rick hollywood neven #series #amanda ‘cricket’ pruitt oc #baylie ‘duckie’ pruitt oc #callmemana #jade whiskey kerner #rachael dragon kazansky #ron slider kerner #top gun 1986 #ron slider kerner x oc #tom iceman kazansky x oc #tom iceman kazansky #iceman x dragon #slider x whiskey #incorrect top gun quotes #Rebecca ‘Chatterbox’ Wolfe oc #Quinn ‘Daisy’ Wolfe oc #Spencer ‘Spence’ Wolfe oc #TK ‘Knuckles’ Pruitt oc #Chloe ‘Squirrel’ McKinley oc

[ghost-in-cyberspace]

Fallout 3: Lone Wander

Baby Steps

I’m sorry Madison, I am. But what choice do I have?

I thought I knew you... I trusted you! We all did! How can you be so selfish?

Selfish? This is my child we’re talking about, Madison! My child!

It’s you and me, now, okay? You and me. But that’s fine. So long as we’ve got each other, that’s all that matters.

No, no, put that away. This one’s on the house. And now a toast: To James and his cheery cherub. May your future be bright, safe, and boring as hell.

Shh... You’re safe now. No more monsters. No more nightmares. Shh... That’s it. Daddy’s got you...

Yes, yes. Cardiology, Paediatrics, Psychiatry. Whatever your needs. You’ll find I can handle, well... I can handle just about anything.

All right. Just remember one thing. We need a doctor, not a deadbeat. Fail to meet my expectations, and there will be repercussions.

Not so bad, huh? A bit chilly maybe, but we’ll get used to that. A few decorations. Some donated toys, and this place will feel just like home.

Hmmmm. Good? Huh, is that good? Here you go... no... Not too fast. That’s it that’s it. Everything on the spoon. Come on, you can do it.

“Don’t look straight into the light, honey.” James said to Hope, “It’ll hurt your eyes. It’s just something we’ll have to get used to down here.”

Hope was no longer a new born but an infant, nearly a toddler. She was slightly chunky, with a mass of dark curls. Her left eye was still baby blue but the other had turned dark green. Just like her father she had heterochromia. Hope looked away from the bright lights in the ceiling, and looked around the room. On one wall was a plaque with a quote on it. Against the opposite was a playpen, with a cot next to it. James stood in the play pen, with his hands on his knees, he beckoned Hope over.

“C’mon sweetie.” He called, “Come to daddy.” Giggling Hope stood up. She was wearing a light blue playsuit. James was wearing a lab coat over a blue jumpsuit. Hope tottered unsteadily but walked slowly to her father.

“C’mon just a little farther,” James said as Hope entered the playpen, “Yes, that’s it come to daddy.”

Hope held her hands up and fell into her father’s arms. He laughed as he picked her up.

“There you go, my goodness, just a year old but walking like a pro already!” James held his daughter close, “Your mother would be so proud.” He whispered into her ear. He then held Hope out and looked her in the eyes as she giggled and kicked her legs.

“Listen, Kiddo, I know you don’t like it when Daddy leaves you alone, but I need you to look after yourself for a minute.” He sat Hope on the floor in the playpen, and walked out of its gate, closing it behind him. Hope looked up at him and babbled pleadingly. “You just stay here while Daddy runs to his office.” James said reassuringly to her, “You’ll be okay, honey, I'll be back in a bit.”

James walked quickly out of the room. Hope gurgled a little but stood up. She bounced a ball in her playpen but then looked to the gate. She tottered to it, and with her little hands, raised the latch. Her cot was next to her pen but a little along from it was a large blue crate with a children’s book in front of it. Hope walked to it. It was a book with thick cardboard pages, making it easy for her to hold. It read You’re S.P.E.C.I.A.L with a little baby in a pram. Hope turned the pages of the book, looking at the pictures and the words printed in bold.

S is for Strength, and that means I am strong! I can carry lots of toys and swing stuff all day long! Was written on the cardboard page, and next to it was Vault Boy in a pair of briefs, striking a pose. Hope stared at this for a brief moment before turn the stiff page to the next page.

P is for Perception, a long funny word! It means what I tasted, smell, saw and heard! This double page had the Vault Boy surrounded by pictures representing the five senses, a nose, a mouth sticking out its tongue, a hand, an ear and an eye. Hope pressed a chubby finger to each of the pictures and then touched her eye, ear and nose. She giggles as she claps and then turned the page.

E is for Endurance, and that’s how long I can play! I’m always really healthy and have energy all day! This picture showed Vault boy skipping. Hope tilted her head, and immediately turned to the next letter.

C is for Charisma. It's why people think I’m great! I make all my friends laugh and smile, and never want to hate! This showed Vault Boy winking and making a finger gun. The toddler tried to copy but failed.

I is for Intelligence, it means I’m really smart! I use my brain for lots of stuff, like science, math and art! Vault Boy was sitting on stack of books reading. “Dada.” Hope giggled in the empty room.

A is for Agility, that’s how I get around! I move real fast and easy, and I never make a sound! Vault boy was balancing on a bottle with his fingertip. Hope giggled at the image, stood up and jumped before returning to her book and reading the last page.

L is for Luck, and it’s simple you see! It means that good things always happen to me! This last one had a black cat walking across the Vault Boy’s path. “Kitty.” Hope giggled.

“You’re quite the little explorer, aren’t you?” James laughed from the doorway as his daughter dropped her book, looked at him, and giggled. “It serves me right for trying to pen you in.” James walked over to the plaque on the wall. “Come over here, honey. I want to show you something.” Hope waddled over, and James picked her up and held her close as he pointed to it. “This was your mother’s favourite passage. It’s from the bible. Revelations 21:6; I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely.” James sighed as he held Hope close. “She always loved that.” He sighed sadly, then looked at Hope, “Come on, let’s see if your little friend Amata wants to play.” James carried Hope out of the room, and she looked up at the lights.

#fallout 3 #fanfic #writing #chapter 2 #chapter 1

[underdogs-forever]

Alberto: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Giulia: You're like 15 years old.

Alberto: I might die at 30!

#alberto is 14 in the movie this is the next year #shh i need the quote to make sense #tw death #tw death mention #luca #pixar luca #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo

[peeterparkr]

between lightning and thunder|harry styles.

summary: he’s your best friend’s boyfriend, you have feelings for him, you know the drill.

“In thunderstorms, you count the seconds in between the lightning and thunder, the more you counted the furthest the lightning had struck. 5 seconds equals 1 mile. In matters of the heart, and considering this situation. The more you counted, the closer you were.” 

word count: 7k

pairing: Harry Styles x reader

warnings: alcohol mention, a bit sad, Little Prince, some songs. 

PART TWO: thunderstorms and shooting stars PART THREE: stars and fate

So, here’s my first official Harry Styles one shot (kind of two-part one shot), thanks to @peachybloomss and @laurieteddy for helping me out with beta reading. Yes, there will be part two if you guys want it. I’ll see if you like it, please send feedback, reblog, be kind. 

The rain pattered against the asphalt, now bright and dense, reflecting the tinkling lantern that barely gave an excuse of light to the street. There you were, in that corner, shading the sidewalk with those sneakers that used to be white. You were getting wet, that was an understatement, you  knew you would have a cold the very next day. You clutched your dark blue umbrella as you waited for a miracle.

You saw the sky light up and counted the seconds.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

The lightning struck with such a crash it made you shiver.

It seemed like it was the worst day of your life. It probably wasn't, but that's how it felt. It is difficult to understand why a relationship ends. It’s even more difficult to understand when you’re an outsider. You were not one, though, not really. You wished you were. 

Your best friend’s boyfriend, now ex. Probably ex. 

Harry. 

You saw him, right outside of the building where you were supposed to be in, leaning to give a shoulder to your friend. You would, of course. 

But you wondered what would happen if you didn’t. If you instead went to him. Of course the imagination can go as wild as we let it go but this was just not what you needed. 

Harry. 

It felt weird, and you didn’t know if she’d seen her. He was pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to breathe in. They’d probably had another fight. One of those loud arguments where both of them made absolutely no sense at all. The relationship both of them were fighting for but there was barely any relationship to be saved at all. 

Harry. 

There are secrets in life we all like to keep. This was one you’d kept for a long while right now. 

But you didn't know how longer you could keep it. You were in love with your best friend’s boyfriend. Probably ex now. Who wouldn’t be? 

It was the same old story, coming of age kind of story with no happy ending whatsoever and which led to this absolute mess, with every day your feelings growing deeper. It was your fault for becoming so close to him. 

You saw him again, cursing at the rain as his hair was soaking, he only cursed between his teeth again as he was debating whether or not to go back into the building, he kicked the puddle forming in front of him and groaned. That’s when he saw you. 

With your dark blue umbrella, and coat. Calmly watching him, not moving, not doing anything at all. 

You wondered if he knew. 

If he’d ever notice how your eyes brightened up when he was in the room. Maybe he had, all those years, with you in the shadows. 

When you met him, him sitting down with some friends, they’d introduced you to one of his, and Sierra had insisted on pairing you up with that guy. Teenage years, when one escapes to parties and tries not to come back home drunk for your parents to notice. A Halloween party, you’d dressed up as Wednesday Addams, he’d dressed up as Elton John. 

You had noticed him first, his green eyes had crossed with yours. It wasn’t really his zone, it had seemed. Sierra had caught his eyes, though. 

You barely remembered anything from that party, it was like any other party from that time. Drunk teenagers, gathering around to smoke and play a bare excuse of beer pong. 

It had been raining but it had stopped, that you could remember. You had gone outside, tired from the buzzing music that you could barely recognize, just loud strums and unnecessary words put together. Songs talking about material things and partying. Not feelings. 

You remembered walking outside to the wet grass and you avoided some other people making out on the floor, Britney Spears making out with Frankenstein, that was something. Some other kids yelling through their phones as they assured their parents they weren’t drunk when they clearly stung like warm cheap beer. 

You didn’t remember why you had walked out. But you did remember seeing him there, too. 

“Got bored of the games?” He asked you, he was leaning against the wall. 

There it was, the reason you went outside. He had intrigued you, why hadn’t he stayed with his friends? Why was he staring at the night sky? Was he that drunk? 

You had crossed a few words with him throughout the party, nothing important or particular. Very… forgettable. You’d played beer pong against him and his friend, the one Sierra had insisted that he liked you. 

But nothing too important. 

However you’d seen him walk out. It had awakened something in you. 

“I’m terrible at beer pong,” you admitted. “Not even risking playing.” 

“That’s the fun of beer pong, though,”  he commented. “Ge’ing your ass drunk enough.” 

You chuckled. “Well why aren’t you playing anymore?” 

“I’m too good,” he sassed. “Ain’t nothin’ fun in that,” he pointed out. “So, Wednesday Addams, huh?” 

“Yes,” you smirked. “Be afraid, be very afraid.” 

“You’re too smiley to be Wednesday, very pretty smile,” he grinned. 

“Thanks, Elton,” you grinned. You didn’t know if the warmth in your body was from embarrassment or if it was the effect the alcohol was having on you.

He winked at you. “So, no beer pong for me.” 

You rolled your eyes, and laughed a little. “I’m sure that’s not the reason why you’re here outside, your friends are having fun.” 

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I just came here to see the sky—That sounds so pretentious.” 

“It does,” you conceded. “But I’ll give it to you, it’s pretty, can’t judge you, I partly came outside for it, too.” Although you hadn’t. It was no secret his eyes had staggered in your mind for the whole night and that the constant smiling had caught your attention. 

He had smiled, you still remembered it to this day. “Haven’t had a clear sky in days,” he commented. 

You shrugged, “haven’t noticed.” 

“You haven’t noticed,” he sounded incredibly offended, “didn’t you miss this?” He pointed at the sky, he was just slightly tipsy you could tell. “The stars?” 

That had made you smile and even laugh. “Oh, yes. I missed it, I just hadn’t realized how much.” 

“You hadn’t noticed how much you missed this beautiful night sky!” His movements were big, hands up in the air. He even caused some of the other teenagers to stop making out. 

“Shh! You’ve interrupted them!” You pointed out as the couple walked away angrily. 

“Tha’s great! Look at the sky fellas!” He reached out for them. 

You laughed. “Oh my god.” 

“Huh, they can be horny teens else here. Why ruin m’moment with the sky and a beautiful girl,” he grinned at you. “This only happens in the movies!” He yelled again. 

You couldn’t help but blush and cling to the red cup in your hand. He was drunk. 

“In the movies though, the guy isn’t as drunk,” you mocked. 

“I’m not even that drunk love,” he said. “I’m just concerned how you haven’t noticed the stars.” 

“I had noticed the moon was gone,” you admitted. “Bigger fan of the moon, alright?,” you said. “Right up there, see it?” 

“She’s gorgeous,” he grinned. You stared at it, bright and round, and you turned to him shining bright enough in his nose. “She’s the love of my life,” he stated. 

You had chuckled. “It’s a shame she disappears once every month.” 

“She’s reborn,” he chuckled. “Maybe we should learn from ‘er, huh?” 

“Really?” 

“Each month she rises up again and she’s beautiful in each one of her stages,” he commented, “no matter if she’s on her way to the darkness, she’s stunning.” 

You only scrunched your nose. “We’re getting a bit too poetic, are we?” 

He laughed. “Maybe,” he admitted. 

“I’m kidding, I like that,” you’d said. “We should all be like the moon.” 

“Hm, but if we were, who’d be the stars,” he commented. “It’s funny, we take the stars for granted but y’know what?” He chuckled. “Each one of ‘em is very particular.” 

“No one would notice if a star was gone,” you pointed out. 

“I would, the sky would look sadder,” he said. “And even if I love the moon, everyone does really, the stars are what paint the night sky so beautifully.” 

“Well the moon works hard to be seen,” you grinned. “I think we should compliment her effort.” 

“What about the stars? They’re so far away yet they’re freckling the dark sky,” he smiled and then turned to you.“This does feel like a movie scene, innit?” 

“A bit, yeah.” 

“It’s not one,” he added. “Or else you would’ve kissed me.” 

You coughed, blushing. You had felt butterflies. The kind of butterflies that hadn’t disappeared in all those years. “Yeah, it’s not—Not a movie scene.” 

You should’ve kissed him, though. But he hadn’t kissed you either so maybe that was the answer you needed.

“Is it the Wednesday Addams in you?” He wondered with a chuckle. 

“Maybe,” you shrugged, trying to get as serious as you could. 

He blushed. “What would you do if a guy worshiped and adored you? Who'd do anything for you? Who'd be your devoted slave? Then what would you do?” 

“I’d pity him,” you quoted Wednesday. 

He laughed. “You do know her, great.” He kept staring at the sky. “It would be great if a shooting star passed by, would add to it.” 

“Shooting stars, are they like the moon?” You asked.

He chuckled. “No, they’re one of a kind and shall be treasured. If you miss your shot then it’s gone, you should take the chance when you get it.” 

“Never thought of it that way,” you admitted.”hm who would’ve thought a drunken teenager dressed as Elton John would teach me of this.” 

“A wise drunk teenager dressed as Elton John,” he corrected. “You’re a lil’ bit tipsy yourself huh.”

You grinned. “Yeah, just a little.” 

“Besides, you proved my point!” He chipped. “You hadn’t noticed the stars!” 

You smiled. “Now I will, I guess, thanks Elton.” 

“I love the stars,” he pointed out. “Shame they’re barely seen.

“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart,” you said. 

“The Little Prince,” he grinned. “You know that book?” 

“Everyone knows it,” you chuckled. “But yes, it’s my favorite.” 

“But everyone barely does,” he grinned. “It’s my favorite book, too, read it each year.” 

“Me too,” you beamed. “Helps me out when I’m lost.” 

“I always learn something,” he said. 

You grinned. 

“I’m Harry,” he had introduced himself to you. “Harry Styles.” 

And it rolled on the top of your tongue every now and then, that named you crushed and cursed. It had lingered until now. Of course his stupid name was perfect, too. 

You should’ve kissed him or ran along with his—had he attempted to flirt? Was he trying that? You knew you had liked him. One of those stupid connections, like he’d said. It had felt like one, one of those coming of age films. But it wasn’t. 

Short conversation that you couldn’t quite put your head to it. Didn’t make any sense, if you were honest. You should’ve kissed him, and to this day you still wondered what would’ve happened if you had. 

The story of how Harry and Sierra had officially met was his favorite to tell. He’d say it over and over, how a beautiful girl dressed like Puglsey Addams, because of course best friends always match, had accidentally ran to him and he’d spilled his drink on her moments after meeting you. How he had helped her in the bathroom to clean herself and they’d instantly laughed. How he had fallen in love with her the second he’d met her. 

Funny. 

They had walked out of that party, they’d probably gone for a walk. You remembered it. How since that day you couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

How since that day you always stared at the night sky and watched the stars. 

Funny thing, he was the one to call you out for being in love with the moon and never paying attention to the stars, yet he had never noticed you. Taken you for granted. 

You couldn’t blame him, after all, the moon was the love of his life. 

You’d grown fonder of him, and Sierra had made sure you both got along. 

“My best friend and my boyfriend have to get along.” 

You shouldn’t have, though. Because with time you both were hanging out a friendship was forming, from his side. And then a growing feeling in yours. 

Had he ever noticed? 

Each time Sierra dragged him so you wouldn’t feel left out, but it was counterproductive because you’d fall for him. Because it seemed that his jokes were just made for you, and you couldn’t help but think that you were meant to be. 

Maybe he’d noticed that time near her birthday, years ago, when he’d call you to bake cookies together for your friend. He probably had noticed then. Maybe he had felt something, too. 

Licking a spoonful of cookie dough, and laughing against each other, how he would hide his smile, and how he’d give you those shy green eyes before avoiding a laugh when you’d said a very bad joke. 

How both of you were tiptoeing and dancing in the kitchen, music playing loud, as you were sitting on the counter and he leaned against it, scrolling on his phone as he played songs. 

“Okay, so this,” Harry had said, “this is one of my favorites,” he said before a guitar started to play. 

“The Zombies, She’s not there!” You guessed quickly. “A classic, please, you have to be kidding me, play something difficult.” 

“How do you know it?” Harry frowned, jokingly turning to you. “I swear—“

“I love them, what do you mean?” You chuckled. 

“But you’ve guessed every single song I’ve played,” he pointed out very dramatically. “Every single one, I swear Sierra wouldn’t have guessed one.” 

“Sierra has bad taste in music,” you pointed out. “I love her, but really, but she’s got great taste in cookies so she’ll love this.” 

Because you knew him. Sierra dated him but you knew him. And sometimes you wondered how Sierra couldn’t really see his magic. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about it, back then, how you fit so well together. How your laugh would synchronize with his and how every single joke he’d make, no matter how stupid, was funny to you. The way you’d try to hide some smiles, and how the tension would be broken when she arrived. She whom he loved. 

A usual friend. Should’ve remained as friends. You still were. You felt dirty each time they looked at each other, it hurt, so much. And they talked too cute, and they were always adorable. 

You had to stop thinking about him. 

Except you loved him, and you had realized it, that one time, around Christmas, one of those Christmas parties that you always had with your friends in which eventually Harry had joined in. You remembered how you got his name in Secret Santa. 

Cozy night it was, they were cuddling each other. 

You remembered how he had opened it, Love is a Dog From Hell by Charles Bukowski, a book he’d constantly mentioned, a book he loved. He had thanked you and hugged you and it had been the perfect Christmas present. 

You knew that. 

You saw them, kissing under that mistletoe that he’d jokingly placed on top of them. You wished you were her. Sierra being pretty and lovely. And Sierra having him. 

But then he’d decided to give everyone presents, maybe for accepting him on your Christmas party, or whatever he meant. How he was the life in the party, and how he had made you smile. 

And everyone got presents, and each of them proved how much he put thoughts into it, because he really wanted to make them. How he had given that one friend some brushes so they could paint, or a new camera to that other one. 

You remembered how perfectly unevenly wrapped yours was, with that silly wrapping paper that had  little Santas on it. He probably had wrapped it himself, you could see how it was cut, and the tape all over it, with a hand-made bow, so pretty. It felt warm, and it felt like him. You opened it, he told you you could rip it off, and you hadn't, you had so slowly opened it, you still kept that wrapping paper to this day.  The Little Prince. As if he was joking with you. 

He had only winked at you, probably unaware that he was digging a deeper way into your heart. 

And you kept loving him, watching him from afar as they kissed over and over again. 

How you’d help her with gifts for him, when his own birthdays came around, like when you told her to give him more rings for his fingers, because you knew him. And how he would share his news with you first because he knew you’d listen. 

You wondered if Sierra ever noticed he was more than the guy who had nice clothes, and the guy with that pretty smile. Did she ever stop to listen to his thoughts? Those that came at 2 in the morning. Those you’d been able to listen to at a party, where both of you were away from the crowd as Sierra was partying with some other of your friends. 

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Harry had asked you, that New Years party. They had kissed at midnight, of course. He had brought his guitar, a new habit that he had earned over the time. You loved every time he sang, raspy and quiet. Over the years he’d sing more and more with you, and less and less with crowds. He thought nobody wanted to listen, you did, you always wanted to listen. 

You only looked up to see her, she was. Dancing as the lights were jumping around with her, the music bouncing with her. Harry had his fingers brushing against the strings, barely stroking it, as he was so mesmerized watching Sierra. You always wanted to be seen that way, you never would. 

You could never be Sierra, and of course, why would Harry ever turn to love someone like you? When Sierra was so perfect and lovely. 

You’d never say anything, maybe Sierra did notice. But she trusted you. 

“Yeah,” you had answered. You had been cold. 

He could tell, you knew that. 

“You’re cold,” he pointed out matter-of-factly. 

“I am,” you admitted. “Tis cold, though.” 

“You’re never cold, though,” he pointed out. 

“I am today.” 

“I’m not cold,” he had said. “Want my jacket?” 

And he had given it to you, and Sierra had seen it. And she didn’t mind. Because Sierra trusted you, and she trusted him. 

So she didn’t mind when Harry had taken your hand to shove you into the dancefloor with him. Sierra had said it once: ‘he sees you as a best friend, I think he’s claiming you’. 

And you remembered being silly while dancing with him, how he put his hands in fists and shook them in front of his chest, giggling to himself, and gave you that damned smile. And by then by that time you aready had your own way with him, always singing to each other, being stupid really. 

Heroes by Bowie was playing, a song he loved, and you did too. 

“Just for one day.” 

You still thought it was your song.

And though you were the one to wear the sweater, she’d be the one to go home with him. So in love. It didn’t matter. 

But life goes on, the birds sing, the sun keeps rising.

It had been a long time since you thought of him that way, he was just one more, another broken heart. And you knew it, that life does not stop, she did not either. And crying for a love that never had a chance to be sounds foolish, insensitive and useless.

At some point you did move on. Because you had to, and you wanted it to pass but then it would always come, how he’d smile at you and you’d think of it, the start that one time when you should’ve done something. 

And it was weird listening to Sierra talk about him, she was so desperately in love with him. That’s what mattered, they made each other happy. And so, so happy. And though it hurt, you knew it had to be that way. 

You were the one to listen to both of them, whenever they had a small fight or whatever, both sides. You usually agreed with both, honestly, but always took Sierra’s side. She was your best friend, after all. 

And you couldn’t tell the world that he made you oh so happy, and you new Sierra probably didn’t even think of it, because you weren’t obvious and you had dates of your own, you dated other people of course, but you always ended up wondering what would happen between you and Harry. 

It probably didn’t ever occur to Sierra. Not to Harry either, probably. Because everything was so platonic. Like when he picked you up in the middle of the night just because he wanted to drive around the city, whenever him and Sierra had a fight and he needed to understand her and he knew that the way to understand her was through you. And you’d end up sitting on the trunk of his car, watching the stars, listening to him, making him laugh until the sun was rising. 

You knew everything about him, meaning behind every single tattoo, favorite movie, favorite song. You always had to stop yourself, so patient, but sometimes you couldn’t help it, your hand would brush his hair and you’d think about it, if you could only kiss him. Would it feel the way you dreamed of it? 

An indentation between you and him, always stepping back. But then he’d smile at you and you’d want to close it. Please, please, please, just once. How would it feel? To seal the notch, close the gap.

And once it had happened. Nothing serious, really. A few years ago, around spring, nothing serious. Not at all. It was an accident. 

Really was, of course.  

Harry had been excited about Spring, and Sierra always said that whenever spring came around love was in the air, and Harry wanted to plan out a picnic for Sierra so of course he asked for your help. 

It had been so stupid, an accident. He had asked you to go to the supermarket with him, and you were prancing around, laughing and having fun. He was always so sweet when it came to be so domestic. He was singing in the hallways as he was choosing the pastries, picking out the wine. 

“Something in the way she moves,” he sang along to the song, hand movements as he reached out for a feeling with his hand, exaggerated movements as he threw his head back. 

“The Beatles,” you said, matter of factly. But you knew the Beatles weren’t singing that version. It didn’t feel like a usual supermarket song, but he was moving his head and singing. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “However, they’re not the-”

“Not the ones singing, I know, that’s a woman,” you answered before he could fight back. 

He giggled, “Yea, this is Phyllis Dillon,” he pointed out. “Such a song. I’m impressed, y/n, you didn’t know her.” 

“Didn’t, now I do,” you grinned. “Unusual song for the supermarket.”

He watched you, tiredly with that bright smile that could light up the entire world. Sunlight. 

“This is going to sound rude,” he said. 

You raised your brows at him. 

“But like, if Sierra and I ever break up who’s gonna keep you?” He joked. 

You had laughed. “Like a dog?” 

He scrunched his nose. “I didn’t mean it that way.” 

“Oh, I’m most certain you did,” you teased. 

“Did not.” 

“Well I don’t think you guys will break up,” you had said, and you had meant it, because you really didn’t want them to. He made your best friend happy and your best friend made him happy. All that matters. 

He smiled, “you think?” 

“Yeah, I’m making sure you don’t,” you winked at him. “Also, that wine, Harold?” You asked before putting it back and choosing a better one. 

“Thanks for helping me,” he had said. “Y’er always such a good friend.” 

“Just making sure everything is—“

“Perfect for Sierra, I kno’,” he smirked. “And you always make sure tis perfect for me too.” 

You grinned. “I'm the mastermind behind the relationship.”

And the problem was he had leaned over to kiss your cheek, you guessed in an attempt to thank you for being a friend, but it had been an accident or maybe you had turned to him, subconsciously longing for your lips to meet his. Barely a peck. Yet it had felt… electric. As if a lightning had just struck you. 

One. 

Two. 

Three. 

Four. 

And he had backed away. 

Had he felt it? That buzzing and flickering spark? That thunder You’d kissed. 

In a grocery store. Planking a picnic for his girlfriend. Your best friend. This was wrong. 

“I’m—sorry,” both of you had said at the unison. 

“I—was going to—“

“I didn’t know—“

But both of you knew it had been four seconds. It’s funny, someone had once taught you to count the seconds between thunders and lighting. In thunderstorms, you count the seconds in between the lightning and thunder, the more you counted the furthest the lightning had struck. 5 seconds equals 1 mile. 

In matters of the heart, and considering this situation. The more you counted, the closer you were. 4 seconds had been until he had pulled away. 

4 stupid seconds. 

Could mean a lot of things, could mean nothing. 

Harry and you had stopped talking for a while after it happened. Neither of you told Sierra, but she had noticed you were avoiding her boyfriend which brought her to doubt him. No she didn’t think you had kissed. She thought you had fought or whatever she had come up with. 

“Don’t you like Harry anymore? Why are you not hanging out with us anymore?” She had asked you. 

“Maybe I don’t want to third-wheel anymore,” you snapped. “Enjoy your boyfriend, Sierra. I don’t have to be around twenty four seven.” 

That’s when the problems had started. Not between you and Sierra, but him and Sierra. It was no secret you had been the “mastermind” behind their relationship. But you had walked out of there. However it had been coincidental, or so you told yourself. It didn’t really have much to do with you walking out. 

Or had it? 

You had guessed you’d feel that way each night, with the light of your phone illuminating your face while the dark room paled your tears. You’d see his initial on the screen, and doubt if calling was a choice. He was never a talker, really. He barely liked to speak up. He was more of...actions. So whenever he didn’t do anything, you knew something was up. He wasn’t... really, he wasn’t like this. 

At least a text but he didn’t like texting. Nothing. His silent treatments were like others. The ‘H’ is silent, you thought to yourself. 

Funny.

Sierra had mentioned he had been distanced. It was around the time you started dating Daniel. Danny.

And you saw Sierra arguing over and over through the phone, and coming back crying to your shared apartment. Giving her your shoulder to cry on.

She said that Harry had told her he wasn’t sure about it. 

Which led to the first breakup. 

One that didn’t really last. But you remembered it perfectly, you were at a museum, date with Danny. Nice, romantic. 

And then you’d received a call, Harry. He hadn’t called you in a while and you weren’t sure why he had called you. 

You had looked down at the caller ID. He wasn’t a texter, you knew that, but—you answered the phone. 

“Hello? Harry?” You answered, with fear. 

Danny hadn’t questioned you. 

“Sierra and I broke up,” he stated. 

You felt cold. “Oh.” Your first instinct had been to call your friend. See if she was okay. 

“I—“he sighed. “I… can I see you?” 

“I—sure but—“

“Okay, I’ll pick you up in ten,” he said. “Please don’t—“

“Oh, Harry I’m on a date right now.” 

“You—what?” 

“Yes I’m here with Danny,” you had said. “On a date.” 

He had gone quiet, dangerously quiet. 

“But-I’ll call you when I get home, alright?” 

“Yeah.” 

When you got home, Sierra had her door locked and didn’t want to talk to you. 

“I need some time alone.” 

And you had called Harry but he hadn’t answered. 

One. 

Two. 

Three.

Four calls until he answered. Before you knew it, you were with him, driving again, he liked to drive, you knew that. To watch a sunset. As they said in The Little Prince, you see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.

And he was sad, and he was quiet. ‘Could it Be Another Chance’ by The Samples was playing in the background. 

“I guess Sierra told you,” he had said, gulping. 

“She didn’t,” you said. 

He hadn’t dared to look at you. It felt weird, you hadn’t talked to him a while and seeing him standing there with tears wanting to come down. 

He coughed. “Well.” 

“What happened?” You didn’t know. 

He hadn’t answered, and there was that usual frown upon his face, thoughtful, very thoughtful and dark if he wanted it to be. He was sad or disappointed. You didn’t blame him, of course, breakups are hard enough. 

“Dunno,” he admitted. Endless nightmare when he didn’t actually say what he wanted to. He actually had that habit, but he usually showed it, with his eyes. 

“Then?” 

“Are you afraid of me, y/n?” He blurted out the question. 

“Why would I?” 

“Not in the--scary way,” he said quickly. “But in the way that we both know each other,” he said. “The way that it feels off.” 

“I’ve never felt off with you,” you admitted. 

“That’s the thing,” he sighed. “That’s the thing,” he repeated. “I don’t get it,” he said. 

“Did you feel off with Sierra?” You asked. 

He didn’t answer. Maybe he should’ve. 

“We haven’t talked for a while so I have no inkling on where you were standing,” you admitted. “Not from Sierra’s perspective, either.” 

He shook his head. “That’s the thing,” he said for the third time. “That’s the thing.” 

He had only turned the music louder, and sang along to it. 

“Danny, then?” He asked eventually. “Danny?” 

“Yeah,” you said. 

“And do you feel off with him?” He asked. 

“I don’t.” 

He had clenched his jaw.  “Is it going anywhere?” He asked. “Or is it like any other guy you’ve dated?”

“No.” 

“You like him, right?” He asked. 

You smiled, slightly, feeling warm on your cheeks. “I-” 

“When someone blushes, doesn't that mean 'yes’?” He asked. 

You didn’t answer. 

“I’m just, I’ve been wondering I’ve always wanted to feel with Sierra the same way I feel with you,” he had said. “Not in-” 

“Harry that’s-” 

“Sounds mental, doesn’t it?” He sighed. “To want a friend in someone you love.” 

“Someone you love should be a friend,” you said. “But I…” 

“Did you ever wonder about it?” 

“About what?” 

He shrugged. “If that night I had ran into Wednesday instead of Pugsley.” 

“You did run into me,” you pointed out. “It just wasn’t meant to be.” 

“Yeah, could’ve been.” 

But it had you thinking. Maybe it  had been stupid, but you had broken up with Danny after a few weeks of thought. Or maybe led Danny to break up with you because you had been off. And it had felt off, and it hadn’t but with one simple question Harry had made, it had you thinking. 

And maybe it was stupid to think that now that Harry and Sierra had broken up you could simply get your shot, but he had been the one to say it, hadn’t he? 

Shooting stars are chances. And he was one and you hadn't taken it. 

Just after you’d walk in to your apartment with Sierra, you’d seen them kissing again. They were back together. 

So there was your chance, gone again but then again it was stupid to think that you could get a shot, besides it was Sierra’s boyfriend. 

Yes, heartbroken you were. 

And it continued, for a long while. They were fine again and you had to be quiet again. Halloween, Spring, New Years, Christmas, Birthdays, parties, every single season they were there. All the time. And they were fine. For most of the time, other times not so much, and the second, and third breakup came around. Yet, they always got back together, even with all the fighting and yelling which you never understood, not really. Why would anyone stay in a relationship like that? 

You guessed that at the end of the day they still loved each other, and their fights were simply stupid and they always, always, always got over them. You didn’t, you remembered them yelling and fighting and just searching for an excuse to stay together, and then they’d kiss and forget it and they’d be calmed. 

It still ached, to have him around nd think of the stupid ‘what if’ that would certainly never come because even if you were given the chance, you’d never take it because Sierra was and would always be your best friend. 

Did she know? Had she seen it? The way your world stopped when Harry was around? How you’d make time for him or how whenever he was around you couldn’t take your eyes off him. Your bright and true smile, and how you’d listen to every song he told you to, or how you’d always be there to listen to him, no matter the time. 

How you looked away each time they kissed and how you wished you could find someone like him and yet it wouldn’t be enough because it wouldn’t be him. Because his mind was the place where you wanted all your secrets to be hidden. His lips were the only one thing that could make you feel, or so you thought, that could make you get to paradise. His voice was supposed to tell your story, and his ears were meant to listen to you. 

Yet, it was Sierra. 

Not you. 

Sierra. 

And Harry would tell her. He loved her, he lived for her, spared his entire life and love for her. And though you knew they weren’t happy, you wondered if you were allowed to tell them. Maybe you were biased, and you did hear them say how they loved each other but then it… You could tell it was off. 

The moment you had given up had been barely a few weeks ago, finally given up. You remembered how he had asked for your help. 

“I’m picking out a ring, y/n.” 

“Another one?” You had chuckled. “You’ll need more fingers, Harold.” 

“For Sierra.” 

“Oh, she’s not really a ring person-” you had started. 

“No, I… y/n I’m asking her to marry me,” he had blurted. 

You had paused. 

“Seems like it’s time,” he said. “And she’s been hintin’ it. Doesn’t get any better than this.” 

It hurt. But you had gone with him. 

Walking through the store, seeing rings and rings, jewelry.

“I dunno anything ‘bout marriage,” he admitted. “It’s ironic, I love rings yet this one I can’t seem to know….” 

“This one is pretty,” you had pointed out at one. 

He had made a face, scrunching his nose. Always making faces.

“Why are you doing this?” You had questioned. 

He had looked up at you. He knew why you were asking. Because things hadn’t been right but he probably thought this was the way to make things right, but he probably wanted you to question him. Harry couldn’t be tied, yet this seemed like he was tying himself. 

It made you sad, how he had lost what made him oh so beautiful, oh so perfect. His freedom. He was willing to take away his freedom. Not because marriage per se was taking away someone’s freedom but for Harry this particular decision seemed like it was. 

He didn’t smile anymore, not that much, he wasn’t as silly. 

“She’s my moon,” he had said. 

“Yet I remember you were a bigger fan of the stars,” you had called him out. 

“The shooting star passed, y/n, this is what’s meant to happen, I lost a shooting star, but I love the moon,” he said. “The moon is meant to be loved.” 

“Marriage won’t solve your problems.” 

“I know, but it might make me get back to my senses, I’ve spent all these years with her, I love her, that’s it, no other explanation, and that’s--” 

“Harry.” 

“it is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important,” he quoted. 

“Love doesn’t mean wasting time.” 

And the conversation had continued and you kept playing it over and over your head, and tried to understand if this was your fault, which you were sure led to the fourth breakup, to the one you probably were witnessing now. 

To this day, of you standing with your dirty sneakers, with two options. To offer a shoulder or to finally try and fight for something that probably would never work. To risk everything for once. 

Standing with your umbrella, watching him staring at you. Wondering what could’ve happened if it had been Wednesday instead of Pugsley. Wondering what would’ve happened if you kissed him. Wondering what would’ve gone by had you made a wish to that shooting star. 

You were willing to do it. Risk it all to count the seconds between the lightning and the thunder. 

-

part two: thunderstorms & shooting stars

part three: stars and fate

I’ll tag some friends who might like this: 

@saintlavrents @annathesillyfriend @tanyalooovesyou @harrysrightchelseaboot @harrysleftchelseaboot @wholesomestyles @whatevsholland @eerieharrie​ @pparkeramorr​

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[spockandawe]

This is an extremely half-formed thought, but today my mind has been circling the idea of shen jiu, redemption arcs, and why I don’t like thinking about his character in those terms. 

Yesterday’s post was very much about the sympathetic and tragic parts of his character, because the mechanics of why people get invested in certain characters are always fascinating to me, and the mechanics of how people get invested in characters who have done morally abhorrent things? EXTRA interesting. I can (and will!!!) talk at great length about why I feel attached to any given character, but I’ve felt conflicted about redemption arcs as a metric for how lovable an antagonist gets to be. I love a good redemption arc, of course, it’s very satisfying, but for some characters it just doesn’t make sense to me.

That doesn’t apply to all characters, but I think it does apply to Shen Jiu. It’s very hard for me to see how he would arrive at that point, of deciding to quote-unquote better himself, without significant external force being applied, and subtle force being applied, because he’s not... a cooperative sort of person. I’m one hundred percent down to read those stories, uh, let’s just ignore what makes up most of my wip content, but in terms of the canon, things are very constricted, because we see him reaching the kind of realization he needs, right near the very end.

Yeah, I revisited the last few 79 extras and hurt myself in my own confusion. Again! I’ve posted before about how a tragic part of his story is that even in few times he attempts to act kindly or to practice healthy forms of self-care, it’s turned against him. Trying to defend Liu Qingge against an incoming attack, and then getting accused of attacking him. Sleeping in the brothel because he only feels safe around women, and it damaging his reputation. Shang Qinghua even pretty much says that in canon, Liu Qingge dies when Shen Qingqiu tries and fails to save him during his qi deviation, and he’s blamed for killing him later. I can think of at least three times he tried to act with kindness and was punished for it. Improving himself is not incentivized in any way.

I want to say something about pride, because he both is very proud and very deeply unhappy with himself, but I’m trying not to let this balloon. But he won’t own up to why he sleeps in the brothel because it’s “shameful,” and he’s convinced that he was born intrinsically flawed, because of his reaction to learning that Yue Qi didn’t come back for him. What I’m trying to get at is that he’s at a natural disadvantage when it comes to admitting that he’s done something wrong, even with Yue Qingyuan, who already makes every possible excuse for him whenever he has an opportunity. 

But he does reach that tipping point! In the second-to-last 79 extra, This is something that I find fascinating, and is similar to what i find so interesting about Yan Wushi. Yue Qingyuan is trying to urge him to reflect a little in the water prison, and Shen Jiu very bitterly kicks back, because.... what good does it do now? What will repenting, now, fix about the past? He recognizes the ways that he’s responsible for what happened to him, but refuses to defend even the defensible points, like how Qiu Haitang’s accusations were unfair. It’s... on some axis, it’s the opposite of the kind of moral revelation that might kick off a big redemption arc (there are other kinds of redemption arcs, but shh, those are the kinds he has to be tricked/steered into following). He doesn’t rally himself and decide to become a better person, he buckles instead. It’s a despair point. 

His reaction there isn’t unlike his revelation to learning that Yue Qi was alive. Even if he was jailbroken at the last minute, that doesn’t feel like a point from which he will start becoming better. Honestly, the best case scenario I can visualize is that he’s much more likely to withdraw, hard, from the world. It’s maybe an improvement in terms of harm done, but I wouldn’t want to call it redemption. I don’t want to say anything as assertive as ‘Shen Jiu doesn’t value himself enough to give himself a redemption arc,’ but honestly, that’s the vibe this whole business gives me. I don’t think he’s incapable of self-improvement, but I think it’s real, real hard unless he’s led down that path by someone else, who values and loves him, and by the time he’s willing to admit that there’s a problem, that is a list of one (1) person, and he’s already stopped trusting that person to love him. It makes me uncomfortable to think of Shen Jiu as a character who could have redeemed himself, but, welp, guess it was too little too late. I love him as a tragic character, and to me, an integral part of that tragedy is the way that it would have been almost impossible for this man, in these circumstances, to recognize that he needed to change or allow himself to be steered into making positive changes in his life.

#svsss #shen jiu #meta #do i use my meta tag consistently? absolutely not

[anotherspnfanfic]

Guilty Pleasures

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 864

Warnings: mentions of a car crash but it’s just on TV.

Square Filled: Firefighter Dean for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo

Summary: Firefighter Dean catches the reader watching 9-1-1. The scene they’re watching is the first eight minutes of 3.01 but you do not need to have seen it for this to make sense.

A/N: Hey look! I wrote firefighter Dean without hurt/comfort. This is really just my life... some of this is direct quotes from my very own firefighter husband.

~~~

Dean was at his monthly poker night with the guys and she was taking full advantage of the alone time. She was on her second glass of wine as she finished her third episode of her newest guilty pleasure show, 9-1-1. She knew Dean would hate it for all its inaccuracies, so she only watched when he wasn’t home.

Reaching toward the end table, she grabbed the remote and clicked the enter button to skip the end credits and start the next episode. She took a sip of her wine and then another before settling back into her comfortable position on the sectional.

She watched as a yellow car weaved through traffic with police cars chasing behind. The camera cut to Athena as she relayed information to Dispatch. Next, they cut to Maddie and Josh in the call center as Maddie answered a call from the driver of the car the police were chasing.

Over the next couple minutes, the driver, a 15 year old kid, explained that he was unable to stop. Maddie talked to the kid as she, Josh and Athena figured out a plan to stop the car as safely as they could. The kid wasn’t willing to damage the car because he was convinced his dad loved it more than him. Maddie conferenced in the dad to convince his son that that wasn’t true.

When she was deeply engrossed in a show, it wasn’t abnormal for her to miss the rumble of the Impala as it pulled into the driveway. She jumped when she heard the key slide into the lock. Narrowly avoiding spilling her wine, she fumbled to grab the remote and press the pause button just as Dean pushed the door open.

He glanced between her and the TV suspiciously. “Hi,” he greeted.

She gave him her best innocent smile. “Hi. You’re home early. How was poker night?”

“Good. We were all tired so we called it a little early.” He looked at the TV once more. “Whatcha watching and why do you look so guilty?”

She shrugged. “Guilty? I don’t know what you mean. It’s just a show I’ve been binging.”

His face quickly morphed into a pout as he moved to sit beside her. “You started a new binge without me?”

“I needed something to watch when you’re on shift.”

Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he pulled her closer. “I guess. Play, but if I like it, you’re rewatching it with me.”

She sighed and pushed play. “No chance of that,” she mumbled to herself. Seconds later, the scene changed to the crew in the fire truck as they discussed the car’s speed.

Dean glanced down at her. She felt his eyes on her but kept her gaze locked on the screen. “So what's happening?”

“Accelerator is stuck or something; he can’t stop,” she explained quickly without breaking her focus on the screen.

“Why doesn’t he just shift into neutral or turn the car off then?”

She shrugged. “He can’t shift. Also, because added TV drama.”

“Is the ignition broken, too?”

She ignored his question. They watched quietly for a moment as the kid pulled the emergency brake and crashed into the fire engine.

She chanced a look at him. His brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and frustration. “They just destroyed a classic car and the bumper on that engine for no reason. What are they— It was a front impact, just open the door.” He scoffed. “Why take halligans to the topper?”

“Shh.” She placed her hand over his mouth. “It’s just a TV show.”

He grumbled wordlessly before wrapping his fingers around her wrist and pulling her hand over to his cheek. “You know, firefighting is plenty exciting. It doesn’t need all these over-the-top and entirely-inaccurate additions. Oh, good, yeah, put the c-collar on after you yanked him out of the car. Because that’s helpful.”

When the scene ended, she leaned forward to press the stop button and began scrolling through the menu to find a different show.

“Why’d you stop it?” Dean asked.

She chuckled as she glanced over her shoulder at him. “Seriously? How am I supposed to watch it with you critiquing every tiny thing?”

“I can’t help it,” he defended. “Maybe if they did anything correctly, I wouldn’t. The only thing they get credit for here is the music choice.”

“I’ve watched two whole seasons already. So I can promise you that they don’t. If you really wanted to watch more, we could just get some duct tape.”

He looked confused. “For what?”

“For your mouth.”

He smirked. “I can think of better things to do with my mouth.” Pulling her back against the couch, his lips found the spot on her neck just below her ear. His fingers slowly trailed up her bare thigh as he continued to pepper kisses up and down her neck and shoulder. She whined as he leaned back. “See, now you can watch,” he said before resuming his ministrations.

She laughed. “Yeah, right. I can totally focus on the TV now.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she dropped the remote on the floor and pulled him into a heated kiss.

#tell me a story bingo #dean x reader #spn fanfic #firefighter dean winchester #dean winchester au #supernatural fanfiction #my gif

[sineala]

I don’t need anon to pick at your brain! I’ve been into comics on and off for ten years but I still know and understand frighteningly little about the medium, and I want to change that. Between military and other life stuff, I’ve done less reading and research into comics than I’d like. For example, I’ve seen you say in another post that the Marvel wiki volume numbering for Iron Man is EXTREMELY WRONG (to quote you 🤣). And it just so happens that I recently made a spreadsheet of all the comics I own, which I referenced the wiki to help me make. But now I’m worried I got some stuff on my sheet wrong. 😭

As long as the scheme you use makes sense to you, that's the important thing. But I just checked, and the wiki is still disastrously wrong about mid-2000s Iron Man. They used to be right! And then a couple of years ago, they got it wrong, and it is still wrong.

Big nerdy list under the Read More.

I haven't double-checked all the volume years, but this is the way I refer to them:

Tales of Suspense vol 1 (1959), #39-99. ToS itself started in 1959, which is why it has that year, but Tony doesn't appear until #39. He starts splitting the book with Steve at #58, and after #99 we get separate Cap and IM books. Cap keeps the numbering; IM renumbers and we have...

Iron Man vol 1 (1968), #1-332. Like volume 1 of most of the rest of Marvel's classic titles, this goes all the way until the mid-90s. Whether or not the cover says "Iron Man" or "The Invincible Iron Man," it's all just called Iron Man.

Iron Man vol 2 (1996), #1-13. Shh. We do not speak of this.

Iron Man vol 3 (1998), #1-89. Definitely the best Iron Man run. Starting with #41, the book is dual-numbered with legacy numbers, like many Marvel comics of this time. That means #41 is also listed as #386, and so on for the rest of the run. Basically that means that if they hadn't renumbered anything at all this would be the 386th issue. Marvel often likes to return to legacy numbers when they have a big milestone issue (like #500 or #600) coming up.

Iron Man vol 4 (2005), #1-35. This is the run that was going on through the entire Civil War and post-CW era. At Iron Man #15, the book changes names to Iron Man: Director of SHIELD and keeps the numbering going; some people would class Director of SHIELD as a separate run based on this, but, let's be real, you're gonna sort this with the rest of v4 here. At #33 the book actually changes names to War Machine: Weapon of SHIELD but weirdly no one seems to be arguing that that one should be a separate book.

Invincible Iron Man vol 1 (2008), #1-33, #500-527. This is Fraction's run, and Marvel has now decided to start treating "Invincible" as part of the actual title for some reason, so this is a brand new volume 1 of Invincible Iron Man. Halfway through it renumbers for the milestone #500 issue even though they would like me to believe it has a different name from the comic it's getting renumbered to match.

Iron Man vol 5 (2013), #1-28. Now we're back to "Iron Man" and this is Gillen's run.

Superior Iron Man vol 1 (2015,) #1-9. Tony is a bad, bad man.

Invincible Iron Man vol 2 (2015), #1-14. This is the beginning of Bendis' IM run, once again getting "Invincible" in the title, so by my count we're at volume 2 of Invincible.

International Iron Man vol 1 (2016), #1-7. This is a series that ran at the same time as Bendis' IIM v2, and is about Tony's quest for his biological parents.

Infamous Iron Man vol 1 (2016), #1-12. Okay, so at the end of Civil War II, Tony ends up in a coma and this run is actually about Doctor Doom who is now Iron Man, more or less.

Invincible Iron Man vol 3 (2017), #1-11, #593-600. This was running at approximately the same time as Infamous and is now about Riri Williams who is ALSO now Iron Man, more or less. Halfway through it renumbers with legacy numbering which is a thing a lot of Marvel books were doing at that time, conveniently just in time to reach that milestone #600. Which is when Tony comes back to life.

Tony Stark: Iron Man vol 1 (2019), #1-19. This is Slott's run. Yeah, sure, give it a completely different name. That's cool. I don't need things to be simple or anything.

Iron Man 2020 (2020), #1-6. This is the miniseries/event that closes out Slott's IM run. It's got some tie-ins.

Iron Man vol 6 (2020-present), ongoing. Cantwell's current run. #15 is out this week, as I write this. We are finally back to a run that is just called Iron Man, which we last got, uh, eight volumes ago? Geez. I would like to point out that this run is Iron Man (2020) and the previous run was Iron Man 2020 (2020). Comics are so accessible and easy to understand.

Okay, so that seems like it basically makes sense, right? As much as comics ever make sense?

Great! But that's not what the Marvel Wiki currently does.

This is what we get, starting with volume 4, where the weirdness starts:

Iron Man vol 4 (2005), #1-16. You might think that the wiki has decided to split out vol 4 and Director of SHIELD into separate runs. That would make sense. That's not what this is. #16 is actually two issues into DoS. It's in the middle of a story arc. It doesn't change creative teams or anything. There is no conceivable reason to end it here. Now you might think, okay, that's a small error, but surely the next run is DoS? *laughs bitterly* No.

Invincible Iron Man vol 1 (2007), #17-28. This is actually most of the Director of SHIELD run. It says "Iron Man: Director of SHIELD" right on the cover. The Marvel Wiki has decided that doesn't count, I guess. You can buy a big trade paperback of the entire Director of SHIELD run. It's called Iron Man: Director of SHIELD. I guess that doesn't mean anything to anyone.

Iron Man: Director of SHIELD vol 1 (2008), #29-35. Congratulations, Marvel Wiki! You have correctly identified 7 out of 35 issues of this run! That's a failing grade!

Invincible Iron Man vol 2 (2008), #1-33. This is the first half of Fraction's run, before the renumbering at #500. We are now up to IIM vol 2 because the Wiki decided that the middle of DoS was a great thing to call IIM vol 1. You might wonder where the rest of this run is getting numbered. You're going to be sorry you asked.

Invincible Iron Man vol 1 (2011), #500-527. Look, we've... found volume 1 again? We're numbering volumes in reverse? Oh God. I mean, I know this is what legacy numbering means, but it's kind of a mess.

IM v5 (Gillen) and Superior are both unaffected by this.

Invincible Iron Man vol 3 (2015), #1-14. Bendis starts here. I had this down as IIM vol 2 but that's not how the wiki sees it.

International and Infamous are not affected.

Invincible Iron Man vol 4 (2017), #1-11. This is the first half of Bendis' Riri run, also one number higher than I had it. Then it renumbers to legacy, and I bet you know what's coming.

Invincible Iron Man vol 1 (2017), #593-600. Yep. I love legacy numbers.

Everything after this is fine in terms of numbering.

So, yeah, legacy numbering makes it a little weird, but legacy numbers are like that. When I talk about them I usually wedge them in with the Invincible runs they're part of. The thing that really throws it off is the part where Director of SHIELD is listed under three different runs because that's just... wrong. And throws off a lot of the numbers after it.

#stark-phd #replies