#so he writes them all individually a letter confessing his feelings

[sameglasses]

i found an unfinished LAMP fic in my folders and not to brag, but this is kinda cute ahjfsasa i might finish it and post it later!!!

#sanders sides #lamp #if you're interested #it's about logan who's way too fucking nervous to tell the others he's attracted to them #so he writes them all individually a letter confessing his feelings #(roman virgil and patton are already dating btw) #and they decide to write him a letter back to say 'JUST KISS US ALREADY WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS' #kinda ooc for logan now that i think about it #but eh fuck it i can do whatever i want <3 #god bless etc

[aweina]

ᰔ. a gift for you : sub-zero. scorpion + smoke.

there was an array of young flowers tucked between the glossy leaves, warm paper lanterns guide you through the maze of flora. there’s water colored butterflies sipping the nectar of your favorite flowers, the scent of honey and earth soothing your nerves. bi-han has gifted you a greenhouse. considering the fact that the lin kuei palace contains lots of open land to train on — it was fitting to add something less grueling and tense. he directly thought about you, encased with delicate, floral pieces as you beam at the variations of flowers and other greenery you always mentioned during your afternoon walks. it started off with short nods, listening intently to your frantic words with amusement. then he’d silently gift you engraved pots filled with young flowers and all the needed tools to build a lively collection of plants. that didn’t seem enough. the grandmaster always had urges for something more, something greater, that he also applied it to you or rather, your fondness over flowers. since the freezing climate wasn’t so fitting for sun enriched plants, constructing a greenhouse would be fitting and also, fulfilling for him to do in secret. it was hard work to pull it off. there were times you nearly spotted it in the middle of its development and your suspicion towards bi-han’s sudden interest in flora made him sweat icicles, but it was all worth seeing your radiant smile in the end. for now on, he’ll find you within the maze of bustling blossoms — individually nurturing them with love and care and amusingly talking to the clusters of flora like little children. at that the thought of your happiness, he smiled under his mask.

the parchment felt light and airy in your grasp, but much more of them were tied with a silk string — each individually sealed with set red wax, blotches of little lighthearted notes and tea stains smudged along the handcrafted envelopes. they smelt faintly of sweet herbs and dried ink. kuai liang has gifted you a collection of love letters. it all started when he met you, his usual writing was put off for his lin kuei duties, leaving the pens to dry off and the stacks of parchment to pile dust bunnies. then your gentle presence gave him a boost to write small notes in the middle of the night. the adorning look you would give him would make him write paragraphs with such ease, leaving a shade of blotched blue all over his palm. then your contagious laughter and assuring gaze made a mountain of neatly crafted love letters in the corner of his usual tidy room. along the ink read his first impressions of you, the beautiful details that you missed about yourself, lengths of innocent admiration, and millions of confessions about how much he loves you. each letter had little surprises tucked between the pages. a frail cherry blossom petal when you both first trained together. colored origami animals that you spotted during missions. he kept them all as a sign of his love — dedication towards you. watching you carefully unfold himself with gentle hands, he safely locks the image of your big grin and droplets of joyful tears in his memory for another love letter.

the glimmering of delicate light reflected over the bare walls, adding a pretty iridescence on the wallpaper. clashes of soft yellow, with pastel greens and pinks made your skin twinkle under the sun. the silhouette of a dainty butterfly floated through the air. tomas has gifted you a sun catcher. the warm village of fengjian had pockets of small businesses. crowded bookstores, fragile porcelain shops, and fresh produce stands. he didn’t have any personal feelings towards these stores, rather he wanted something more personal — made with his own hands and heart. that’s when he finds a workshop filled with dozens of personal projects, unfinished ceramics and even glass bracelets. then he eyes a mesmerizing piece, a sun catcher. it reminded him how you seem to unintentionally fill every room you’re in with light, how you always impressively shined through the bitter ash of his magic — winning every spar between the two of you. the process of making a sun catcher was meticulous, melting down metal small rods together, inserting colored glass with clear precision but with very nervous hands. tomas finishes off the butterfly piece with a string of patterned beads that he collected when you both visited different villages. a crescent moon dangling at the end to represent him — your opposite, your midnight protector. there’s instant relief when you beamed ever so brightly at your handcrafted gift. he helped you hang it by your window, the glimmer of reflection blinding the both of you for a second. then he sits with you, explaining the meaning of each individual bead and glass — while your smile brightens the whole room.

add. note : the alt title would’ve been ‘if he wanted to he would’, but i’ll refrain from men slander for now (`ー´) …

#.୨୧ ina writes #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #smoke x reader #tomas vrbada x reader #scorpion x reader #kuai liang x reader #bi han x reader #subzero x reader

[gamermattsgf]

Coming of age movie hot takes // Matt + Chris

YES, I realise that this is not a proper piece of writing, but don’t worry babies, mommy has got u covered for the weekend coming (hopefully) *nervous laugh*.

You guys can ignore this absolute yapping if u want but it’s really something that I must get off my chest because I think about it an unhealthy amount and make up too many scenarios for each of them in my head with themes and certain plot lines included. Plus, I feel like some of u are absolutely gonna eat this up lol.

But… here are my individual hot takes for both Matt and Chris and what kind of coming of age films they look like they’d star in + with specifically random but accurate details included. (Obviously these are all my own ideas and they may be vastly different to someone else’s, but I felt as though tumblr was the perfect place to brain dump this onto all of u lovely readers)

Matt:

So first up is Matt. Matt gives very much one of those low budget indie coming of age movies where the quality may not be as good but the cinematography is beautiful, as is the plot line. Matt’s movie is the kind of movie you would go to watch and sob at for the entire time because it’s so irrevocably soul-crushing that it tears your heart up piece by piece. If he were to be in an indie movie I feel like it would low-key give off the same kind of energy as something like ‘All the Bright Places’ or possibly even ‘Five Feet Apart’.

Something absolutely tragic is bound to happen in Matt’s movie, and I feel like him dying due to some kind of terminal illness is a high possibility because I don’t know why, it just fits his vibe in a really weird way? Like- his coming of age movie has to be unbareably depressing for some reason.

He’s delicate and gentle, one of those really interesting characters that has so many layers/complications to him. Him and his main love interest share such an odd but heart-warming relationship that you just can’t help but be stuck thinking about the movie days after it’s finished. It bothers you so much that their happy ending was just out of reach.

For the soundtrack, I’m mostly getting Phoebe Bridgers vibes (specifically her Punisher album), something that’s mind-numbingly sad and fits the overall heartache of the cinematography so well that you just want to cry whenever something like ‘Smoke Signals’ or ‘Halloween’ plays beneath the ensuing dialogue. Also, in addition to Phoebe, I also get heavy Current Joys vibes such as ‘In a Year of 13 Moons’ and ‘A Different Age’. The very thought of imagining it makes me want to flat out sob.

Outfit / aesthetic wise for Matt, I envision very much warm brown leather jackets and baggy blue jeans with beat up sneakers and knitted sweaters. He always carries a tattered notebook and drives around a beat up pick-up truck. He smokes red Marlboro cigarettes and constantly seems to have one neatly tucked behind his ear (what-? It would literally look so pretty matched up with his beard and fluffy hair combo… don’t kill me). He’s shy and likes to keep himself to himself but is also hopelessly in love with our main character that also sort of keeps to herself, so he decides to pursue her before it’s too late.

I also feel like this Matt would for sure write 100 love letters to the main character but she would only discover them hidden within his notebook after he had died because when he was still alive he would never tell her what he was writing down whenever they shared moments together. Possibly Matt never got the chance to confess his feelings whilst he was alive, so they stayed forever friends and nothing more right up until he slipped through her fingers at the very end…?

(Bye I’m sobbing, why the fuck does my mind have to be so vivid and imaginative??)

Chris:

For Chris I feel like it’s a little different. His coming of age movie would definitely be a mix between a light-hearted comedy of the classic ‘underdog that finally gets the girl’ whilst also incorporating really important life lessons into the mix of the colourfully bursting screenplay. In contrast, the cinematography is just as beautiful as Matt’s, but in a hazier way, so I’m getting very much party + late night hang out vibes from what Chris’ gives off. This includes darker, more moodier lighting, almost like ‘Euphoria’ in a way. I think his movie would more so correlate with either something like ‘Perks of being a Wallflower’ or even something like ‘10 things I hate about you’. I think the added comedy matches up with Chris’ personality in real life perfectly.

There’s definitely got to be one of those cliche scenes where they lock eyes at a party and all of the other guys on the football team are staring at the most well-known girl in school but Chris only has eyes for our main character. There’s some form of blue/pink/purple flashing lights and everything seems to take place in slow motion as they tentatively peer at each other from opposite sides of the random fish tank before them (Romeo and Juliet style) or some other form obstacle in the way.

For Chris’ soundtrack, I’m thinking something a little more upbeat, and I was possibly debating on Lorde, her songs fit Chris perfectly in my opinion, and no one understands the young mind quite like she does. The emotional vulnerability of her songs mesh together beautifully with Chris’ love language of touch and teenage curiosity and I can just envision something like ‘Perfect Places’ or ‘Hard Feelings’ playing over the back of one of those ending monologues where the movie cuts to a bunch of different scenes as maybe Chris says something really sappy and sentimental over the top of them in his voiceover.

Finally, outfit / aesthetic wise for Chris, I would normally put him in his baggy light-wash jeans and then pair it with a white t-shirt and some form of a zip up hoodie with a backwards cap, but to be honest, most of what Boston Chris used to wear way back when works pretty well too. I’m thinking, typical high school student attire, he’s on the lacrosse team, and is always wholesomely trying his best to impress the girl he’s had a crush on for years with his skills, giving the movie that light, feel-good atmosphere that leaves you with a fuzzy glow after you’ve rewatched it for about the 5th time.

(Again, actually sobbing, I wish these two brief ideas of movies actually existed wtf)

Author’s notes: I’m sorry if this is literally so stupid but I think about it so much, and I think about a lot of other possible movies the triplets look like they could star in. In fact, I even have a whole entire second series sitting in my camera roll of me explaining what horror movies I think each of them would look good in, so if u guys end up liking this one, then I would consider giving u a breakdown of my horror movie ideas if anyone were to wish it hehe. But thank u for listening to my rant and I hope it makes as much sense in your head as it did in mine… 🎀

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[pandoa]

love me like a valentine: into the night

what they do for you on valentines day ~individual endings~

~feat. diasomnia~ twisted wonderland characters x gender neutral reader ~headcanons~

late valentines special lol. each character has their own individual ending where you get to see how their night after valentines day goes. fair warning, though: it isn't for the faint of heart~ enjoy <3

silver makes you handmade flower crowns that match the color of your eyes. he made one for himself, too, as a way to match with yours. it initially takes him a little effort to decide what kind of flower to gift you, but with the help of a few woodland critters, the young man was able to find the perfect flower to crown your beautiful figure. he'd even enchanted the stems and petals as he wove each one together, using a simple potion he had gotten from his father that would help the flowers last an eternity. all that was left was to give them to you. he hoped you would accept not only the crown, but his feelings as well.

♡ Silver's Night ♡

sebek zigvolt writes you a love letter. it's the only way he trusts that he will get to say all the words he wishes to admit without lashing out or bursting into defensive shouts over how he really doesn't like you all too much. in truth, though, he really does. you may be a human, but there was a strange charm to your imperfectness that unfortunately drew him in. he's just a little too prideful to say it aloud. so, he thought that a letter coming from his most sincerest emotions would help ease his nerves as he planned to sneak the rustic-looking envelop between the pages of your alchemy textbook, hoping you'd see it without him having to directly speak to you. he just hopes that no one else will confess to you before he ever gets a chance to as well.

♡ Sebek's Night ♡

lilia vanrouge composes a simple yet lovesome song to serenade you with. being a man of his age, he was naturally more traditional when it came to the matters of the heart, and that included him performing a harmonious tune below your room's moonlit balcony as he let the music coming from his guitar guide the words sung from his mouth. this style of music was certainly much more different than the pieces he would play in the pop music club, however, the possibility of making your heart swell and swoon at his charm was more than enough to make the old fae laugh in excitement at the thought of your reactions. tonight would surely be magical, yes?

♡ Lilia's Night ♡

malleus draconia invites you to a field of fireflies he summoned only for you. he notices how you favor and gape at the tiny, green lights that illuminate each time he arrives to your meet-ups at ramshackle, and concludes that you must have a liking for luminous sights. you and your cat companion mumble about "fireflies" often, so you must adore them to an extent, correct? finding an open field adjacent to night raven's gates, he uses his magic to summon the little lightning bugs to create a shimmering setting. it's the perfect environment to confess one's romantic feelings; malleus would only hope that you'd accept his invitation later that night.

♡ Malleus's Night ♡

a/n: mwahahahahHAHAHAHA MWAHAHWA MWAHAHAHHAHA-

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[americas1suiteheart]

Better Off As Lovers

Patrick Stump x Reader

This was also posted on Ao3 if you prefer that platform, this whole text is the link. :)

[Summary; You and Patrick have been friends since middle school and have been going to tours with him and the band to watch their shows. At one of the shows, Patrick decides to play one unreleased song he just so happened to write for you to confess his feelings. (I dunno this is kinda the summary but I'm also dumb as shit and can't make a correct summary).

[Notes; I felt like writing a little something for him as I've been wanting to for a while now, and here it is! And honestly, guys, if I end up wring more Patrick x Reader fics they're all most likely to be song fics or fics based off of some of the music videos, sorry but man I'm a sucker for song fics.

[Warnings; Some cursing and some bickering back and forth between Pete and Y/n over stupid stuff. Really really cheesy and unrealistic ig. Also Y/n is kind of really fucking stupid as well, but for the sake of the fic.

[Word Count: 4,068 (This is literally the longest fic I've ever written oh my gods.)

<Playing- Bang The Doldrums by Fall Out Boy>

1:32 ────ㅇ────── 3:31

God, why are these tour bus seats so uncomfortable? You'd figure that because they were meant for people to sleep in, they would be more comfortable.

You get up and stretch, heading to the cupboard where the band keeps all of the snacks to look for your hidden stash in the back.

"Where the hell are they?" You say, muttering to yourself.

You continue to scrounge through the cabinet to try and find your two twin packs of Twinkies, only to give up and walk to where the boys were hanging out.

"Hey, did any of you guys eat my Twinkies?" You call out as you walk to where you can hear the boys talking; a curtain was the only thing acting as a door for the area.

Just as you open the curtain to the "room" (aka the six loft beds that were separated by just a curtain), you see Pete and Joe munching on your beloved creme-filled cakes.

"Are you kidding me?" You say, your mouth agape and eyebrows raised.

"I told you guys so."

The two boys look at each other and then at you, a twinge of fear apparent on their faces, the creme filling on the corners of their mouths, and the wrappers thrown onto the floor.

"You two so totally owe me two boxes of Twinkies, I mean it! One box from each of you two! How did you find them?! I hid them!" You flail your arms about towards the boys, the guilt becoming more apparent on Joe's face.

Pete and Joe shuffle in their spots, licking their fingers and corners of their mouths to get the creme off from their messy way of eating.

"Honestly, you're kinda bad at hiding stuff; it wasn't that hard to find them," Pete says with a shrug.

Patrick kicks his shin from where he was sitting from across, earning a hiss of pain and a dirty look from Peter.

"I'm gonna eat all of your fucking Blow-Pops." You say, leaving the sleeping area and heading back to the snack cupboard. You can hear Pete's shouts, telling you not to touch them.

Opening the cupboard, you immediately spot a party-size pack of Blow-Pops with a large piece of duct tape stuck on to the bag, big bold letters drawn with a black Sharpie reading 'PETE'S LOLLIPOPS!!! DON'T TOUCH!!!'

Pete really liked those things, and he would individually count them to keep track of how many he had, so that way, if someone decided to take one or two of them, he would know. Which is kind of insane of him now that you think about it. Actually, scratch that, Pete was insane—PERIOD!

You grab the bag and grab three handfuls of lollipops, shoving them into your hoodie pockets and putting the bag back into the cupboard.

"Give them back, Y/n!" Pete says, grabbing your shoulders just enough to keep you from moving.

"Hell no! Buy me back my Twinkies and then I might just give you all of them back." You say putting one hand into your pocket to take out a Blow-Pop.

"Those Twinkies were practically begging to be eaten by someone, man; come on, those were in there for days without being touched."

You unwrap the lollipop, pulling your hand up to pop it into your mouth, Pete's mouth falling agape as you do so.

"Was that one of the apple ones..."

You nod your head, taking it out of your mouth. "And I've still got more. And as I said, I'm not giving them back until you buy me back, my Twinkies,"

"God, fine! But promise not to eat anymore until we get to a gas station! Especially not the Apple ones!"

"Will do," You pop the Blow-Pop back into your mouth as he lets go of your shoulders, looking defeated as he walks back to the room all of the others were still in.

You smile to yourself, sitting back into the seat you were originally in.

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You and the boys get out of the bus, heading into the gas station as the drivers fuel up. You immediately head for the drink section, looking for a can of Arizona tea.

What the hell man, where are they?

You continue to look for another minute or so until you finally give up, heading to the soda section where Patrick was.

You had somewhat of a crush on Patrick. You always have to be honest.

You went to high school with Patrick, so you've known him since sophomore year. You had a lot of classes with him too and often hung out with each other both inside and outside of school, making you closer to Patrick than you were to any of the other kids and considering him your best friend.

When he first started playing with Joe and Pete and officially being in a band with them, you started going over to practices with him, getting to know the two better, and when Andy joined the band, it was the same with him.

Now that you think about it, you have no clue how liking him could have been avoided. He's sweet and smart—a little awkward at times too, but nonetheless an incredible guy.

I mean, the whole reason why you started looking into learning some music technology was so that you could be with him more often. A lot of what you started doing was to get to hang out with him more often.

"Boo!" You say, grabbing Patrick's arm gently.

"N/n, there you are," Patrick says, turning around to look at you, holding out two cans of Arizona tea to you.

"What the hell, I just spent like, two minutes looking for these; where the heck did you find them?" You chuckle, taking one of the cans.

"I'll never tell.." Patrick chuckles, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Well, thank you Patrick. I appreciate your kind gesture very much."

Andy and Joe run by you and Patrick, with Pete doing the same shortly afterwards. Some screams and laughs came with that as well. You could see the cashier trying their best to make it through all the noise, with a look on their face that could only be explained as exhaustion and frustration, clearly not wanting to be at work.

You look at Patrick and sigh, knowing that you'll have to yell at the three once again as if they were children, regardless of the fact they were all older than you and Patrick.

You walk to the snack aisle, where you can see Joe and Andy crouching down, assumingly hiding from Pete for whatever reason, and walk up behind them. Andy had a bag of skittles in his hand and a sprite in the other, while Joe carried a twin pack of Twinkies—just as you asked him for—and a bag of chips and diet coke in his arms.

"What are we hiding from?" You whisper to the two, who jump slightly and look back in response.

"Pete," Andy replies quietly.

"Well, we've gotta go; you guys will have to finish this up some other time, preferably when we aren't in a public place."

You hear footsteps from behind and stand up, turning around to see Pete walking slowly, putting a finger up to his lips as to say "don't say anything," and you shake your head and mouth, "No."

"Come on guys, go check out we need to get back on the road," you say, turning back to Andy and Joe.

Pete groans and fully stands up, Andy and Joe doing the same.

"God, you're such a grump all the time, no fun," Pete says, walking up to the cashier.

Patrick comes up from behind you, putting his hand on your back. "Is everyone ready to go?"

You blush from the contact, nodding your head in response, and walk to the register where the boys were checking out.

"No, I paid the last time. It's Andy's turn to pay now, remember?" Pete argues. The cashier looked like he was about to snap; if it was a cartoon, steam would probably be coming out of his ears right now.

"I'll pay, fine dude, just chill out," Andy says, pulling out his wallet and handing the cashier his credit card.

The cashier puts their items into a plastic bag, and Andy grabs it and leaves with the other two.

You and Patrick walk to the register, putting your items down on the counter.

"Sorry about them by the way, they get rowdy sometimes," Patrick says, attempting to break the awkwardness by making small talk, leading it to get worse.

"Your total is $9.34," the cashier says with a deadpan look on his face.

The two of you pull out your cards and look at each other. "Let me pay for it, please; you had paid the last time, and it was almost 20 dollars," Patrick says with puppy eyes.

God, this guy always knows how to get his way with that look.

"Alright then, Pat. Thank you," You thank him, putting your card away.

Patrick pays and the cashier puts our stuff into a plastic bag, handing it to him, with him thanking the guy and telling him to have a good day.

You two walk back into the bus, and Patrick places the bag on the couch in the lounge.

"Do you want both of these in the mini fridge?" Patrick asks, taking one of the tea cans out of the bag.

"I'll have one now and save the other for later, if you can put one in though, that'd be awesome."

Patrick nods and puts one can and one of his sodas in the mini fridge plugged in next to the counter where the broken toaster sat. Now that you think about it, how long has that thing been broken? Why haven't any of us bothered to replace it?

You open one of the cans, walking into the bunk area, and sit on your bunk at the top, letting your feet dangle above the middle bunk.

"Y/n, here you go," Joe says, handing me two twin packs of Twinkies.

"Thanks, Joe. Here are your Blow-Pops back dickhead," you say, taking the wrapped cakes and taking all of the blow pops out of your pocket, handing them to Pete, who was sitting next to Joe.

"Jesus, dude, how many of my fucking Blow-Pops did you take?" Pete exclaims.

"A couple handfuls, I think," you reply, taking a drink of your tea.

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"Alright guys, we've got a couple more songs to play; are you ready?" Pete shouts into his mic, earning cheers from throughout the crowd.

The boys continue playing a couple more songs.

The band had been playing for an hour and a half now, playing some of their newer songs from the newest album they were working on, those of which you had the pleasure of getting to listen to before they played them for others, as well as songs from Take This To Your Grave and From Under The Cork Tree. The crowd was singing the lyrics along with the band, enjoying all of it.

"This is the last song for tonight and is another one from the album that we're currently working on; this one me and Patrick worked on together is called Bang The Doldrums!" Pete says, wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead.

Patrick adjusts the strap of his guitar slightly, walking up to the mic. Him and Joe begin to play together, with the rest of the band joining in.

You listen to it for a bit, you hadn't recognised the name but you figured that they had probably changed it.

'I wrote a goodbye note in lipstick on your arm when you passed out,'

What the hell? I haven't heard this one yet.

'I couldn't bring myself to call, except to call it quits,'

This is great; why hadn't they shown me this one? They all sound amazing.

Patrick looks at me as he sings the next verse; his face tinted a slight red, maybe from how out of breath he was getting? God, he always looked so pretty like that.

'Best friends, ex-friends till the end, better off as lovers, and not the other way around,'

You listen to the lyrics; why did he look at me like that in that exact verse? Maybe I'm just going crazy.

'Racing through the city, windows down, in the back of yellow-checkered cars,'

You continued to listen, enjoying the sound of the way they were playing.

Then once again, Patrick looks at you, looking less nervous and giving a slight smile as he sings the same verse.

'Best friends, ex-friends till the end, better off as lovers, and not the other way around,'

You can feel your face rapidly becoming warm, oh?

You think for a bit, your mouth slightly agape as you stand still. You just hope what you think is happening and what he's implying is actually what it is. No, no way. You guys have just been friends since high school; there's no way.

'..in the back of yellow-checkered cars. You're wrong, are we all wrong?

'Best friends, ex-friends till the end, better off as lovers, and not the other way around, ex-friends till the end, better off as lovers!'

The song ends, and the band thanks the crowd before exiting the stage, allowing the stage technicians to begin striking and taking everything down.

You were still standing there as the crowd began to clear out. Shit, you should get to the boys. What do I do about how Patrick looked at me? What if I ask him about it and I'm totally wrong? Oh god, I'm screwed.

You begin to head to the door that lead to the backstage lounge, a security guard protecting it from letting anyone else in. The guard immediately notices you and lets you in.

You nervously walk to the same area that the boys were in, knocking on the door and hearing Joe shout, "Come in!"

You open the door and smile at the boys, who were sitting down, drinking water and using towels to dry themselves off.

Where's Pat?

"Hey guys! You sounded awesome tonight, what was with that last song though? I'd never heard it before." You greet, sitting down on one of the metal pull-out chairs across from everyone else.

"Thanks! We were going to show you Bang The Doldrums when we were first working on it, but about halfway through writing it Patrick had said something about waiting to play it at a gig instead, something about surprising you, I dunno," Pete says in response, taking a chug of his water bottle.

"Where is Patrick, by the way?" You ask, rubbing your hands on your thighs.

"I think he went to go and look for you actually; try ringing him or go and look for him; he's somewhere around here," Andy says.

"Shit really? I'll go try to find him now. Do you guys need anything that could be outside of this room?"

"Can you get us some more water? I'm still totally parched man," Pete asks, taking the towel he had on his shoulder to wipe his face off.

You nod and get up, leaving the room and closing the door to go and look for Patrick.

How on earth do you know where every place in this theater would be? This place is huge..

After searching around, you finally decide to go outside to check if he was in the tour bus by chance, only to see him sitting on a curb next to the door hidden from all of the different fans still exiting the venue.

"Pat? What're you doin' out here without a sweater on? It's freezing right now." You speak out, walking to where he was and sitting to the left of him.

"Oh, I went to look for you, and when I came out here, it was way cooler than it was in the theater, so I stayed out here to cool off a little bit," Patrick says, straightening his back and looking at you.

You nod in a way of understanding.

"How'd you like the show, though?" Patrick says, after a few seconds of silence.

"It was great! You guys never have a boring gig; everyone was loving it. What was the last song about though? I had never heard you guys play it up until just now." You say excitedly.

Patrick shifts slightly, looking away from you as his face flushes, now looking slightly embarrassed.

"I mean, it's not that it sounded bad or anything; it sounded great, but, during that chorus, you kept looking at me and, well," You say awkwardly, avoiding saying what you actually wanted to say.

It stayed silent for a couple of seconds before Patrick broke it.

"Sorry about that, I don't know if it made you weirded out or anything." Patrick says quietly.

"'Weirded out?' Pat I don't think you can really do anything to weird me out honestly. I didn't mind the contact all that much really." You lightly laugh, quietly mumbling the last part.

After saying that, you notice Patrick relax a bit, as if he were relieved and a little bit of a weight was off his shoulders.

"Y/n, can I tell you something?" Patrick says looking down at his shoes, his voice shaky.

"Yeah, of course," You reply, anxious for his words, yet somehow excited at the same time, wondering what they might be.

"This is going to sound so stupid, gosh. Um," Patrick chuckles, trying to calm his nerves as he twiddles his thumbs together, then proceeding with what he was saying. "I uh, would you hate me if I said that I really liked you, and not in a friend sort of way but um,"

You stay quiet for a few seconds, mouth slightly open and eyes wide. You're glad that it was dim in the little corner you two were sitting at so that he wouldn't see how red your face was turning.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anythi-" Patrick apologises before getting cut off by you.

"Patrick, don't be sorry," You say.

Patrick furrows his brows, creasing his forehead slightly, turning to look at you with confusion clear on his face.

"You have absolutely no idea how long I've waited for you to say something along the lines of that," You continue, grinning widely.

Patrick's face softened, a small smile appearing onto his face.

"So, does that mean that, well, you know," He says, looking at some cracks in the concrete, kicking at a pebble aside.

"Yeah, it means exactly that, Trick," You put your hand on his shoulder, trying to get his attention back.

He looks back at you, smiling, his eyes that you looked into so often seemed to shine brighter underneath the dim light that the venue had over the door in the back that barely showed any light where you two were sitting.

Patrick brings a hand to your face, caressing your cheek. You lean into his touch, doing the same as he did.

His eyes glance at your lips for a millisecond, quickly returning to your eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" Patrick asks quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod your head and lean in as he does, fluttering your eyes closed.

Patrick closes the gap between the both of you, his breath warm. The kiss is soft and sweet, not pressed too hard against each other but still with passion. Your lips seemed to fit perfectly with his, as if they were made specifically for the both of you and just the both of you alone.

You two pull away, pressing your foreheads together, panting ever so slightly from the lack of oxygen the both of you got during the kiss.

There was a peaceful silence for a few seconds, you swear that if it weren't for the muffled music and talking of the crowd outside Patrick would've been able to hear your heart beating out of your chest.

"God, if I knew this would be the outcome I would've told you years ago," Patrick chuckles lightly.

You smile, now realizing that this wasn't a dream and that your best friend since high school really confessed what you dreamed he would for years now. That you two really kissed and it wasn't some guy that you pretended to love in hopes of letting your feelings for Patrick disappear, and you were so glad that your mind and heart didn't let that happen.

"Oh my god finally, you two are idiots," Pete says, standing on the steps that lead to the door to get backstage.

You and Patrick quickly pull away from each other, your face burning up quickly.

"What the hell do you mean 'finally'?" You say, looking at Pete in confusion.

"We've been waiting for you two idiots to finally say something to each other for years now,"

You look at Pete for a few seconds, the cogs in your head turning.

"What?"

"I mean, you two were so painfully obvious, I'm honestly surprised that you two didn't figure it out way earlier man. Oh! Wait, wait, who confessed first? Was it you Y/n?"

Joe and Andy walk out and stand next to Pete.

"Did it finally happen? Who said it first, do you know?" Joe asks.

You and Patrick stare at each other, completely baffled.

"Was it Patrick?" Andy asks.

You flush even more, looking back at the three, then quickly looking away.

"It was totally Patrick, I called it! Come on pay up you two,"

Joe and Pete groan, taking out their wallets.

"Did you guys place bets on us?" Patrick asks, getting completely ignored by them.

"How much was it again, I don't remember it's been like 5 years now," Pete asks, looking at Andy.

"I think it was either ten or twenty,"

"Can we just say it was ten? I don't have a twenty or two tens on me and I don't want to go to the ATM tomorrow morning." Joe says, rummaging through his wallet.

"Sure that works," Pete and Joe both hand Andy one ten dollar bill each.

"What the hell, was Andy the only one that thought I would confess?" Patrick says. He seemed more upset at the fact that Pete and Joe put their bets on you confessing first rather than him.

"Come inside, it's freezing out here and we still haven't gotten our waters yet," Pete says, holding the door open for Andy and Joe.

You get up and gesture for Patrick to do the same, walking to the doorway.

"I fucking hate you and I hope you know that," You whisper to Pete jokingly, proceeding inside with Patrick and Pete behind you.

"Love you too N/n.." Pete says sarcastically, walking to the table where a load of plastic water bottles were, grabbing three of them.

"I hate him," You say, looking at Pete walk away and disappear into the room the three were in before.

"Me too sometimes but honestly if it weren't for him I probably would have never said anything," Patrick looks at you.

"What do you mean?"

"He's the one that organized the whole plan of playing Bang The Doldrums and not showing it to you until earlier during the show," Patrick answers, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Huh, he told me you said something about not showing me until now. You know, maybe I don't hate him as much anymore now."

Patrick laughs, grabbing your hand and pulling you along to the table, grabbing two bottles for himself and you.

You smile to yourself, looking at your entangled hands then at him as he walked you to the room the boys were in.

You couldn't have been happier in all the years of your life up until now, and you wouldn't change or trade it for anything in the world. You were happy that you finally got to be like this with Patrick, the boy that was always so nice to everyone no matter what, the boy that knew exactly what to say if anyone was ever down, the boy that never left you no matter how difficult or bad it got.

This was the boy that you fell in love with since the moment you saw him, and he loved you back.

3:13 ─────────ㅇ─ 3:31

This took me forever to finish, and thank gods that I hyper fixated on FOB again (more than many times throughout the making of this fic,) because if not it wouldn't have ever gotten finished. I think I might end up writing more fics for Patrick, let me know if you would like for that to happen, send in some requests if you would like as well! Thank you for reading this seriously, regardless if your new or if you've been a follower since I started posting my fics on here, I appreciate you all for continuing to read my stuff because it makes me truly feel like I'm getting better and that people enjoy my stuff.

#patrick stump #patrick stumph #patrick stump x reader #patrick stump imagines #fob x reader #fall out boy #fall out boy x reader #fob #infinity on high #post hiatus fob #song fic #Y/n is kinda stupid #one of those oblivious towards one another types of fics i dunno man im a sucker for that shit #kinda cheesy but sweet ig #if you were looking for something more realistic then you wont ever get that with band fic i dont know what you expected man #pete wentz #joe trohman #andy hurley

[bengiyo]

Sing My Crush: Men Need to Be Angry Sometimes

Now that episodes 5 and 6 of Sing My Crush have aired, I finally feel like I have the confidence and timing to write this post. I’m not sure how many men are in Tumblr BL fandom watching and writing along with us, but it often feels like there’s less than ten of us. As such, there are times when these guys express intense emotions that the (femme) fandom at large seems to struggle with that make perfect sense for me, particularly when it comes to anger.

The most notable recent example of my breaking with fandom reactions happened with Episode 10 of La Pluie with Phat’s explosion in the rain confrontation and aftermath. I thought that Phat’s betrayal and hurt came through loudly, and I totally understood him finally losing his cool after being dicked around by Saengtai for multiple years. Others struggled with this and turned on Phat. Today, I want to talk about Han Baram and Im Hantae and Hantae’s choice to take Baram to a boxing gym to vent out his frustrations.

Quite a bit happens in this episode in terms of the broad spectrum of male feeling. With Sangin, you get his need for control and power. He is cruel in every interaction and physically throws Baram into a wall to yell in his face.

He derides Hantae and diminishes the support he’s given Baram for years.

With Jeong Pal, we get him crying and despondent over Baram’s decision to leave them. He is allowed to be upset, and all Hantae asks is that they try to trust Baram.

Baram is so sad for me because he’s always holding so much of his feelings inside. I love Baram’s confession to Hantae in this episode because it feels not too dissimilar to the first love song he wrote: Letter of Apology. He feels like his feelings are a burden to others and that he is inconveniencing them. He doesn’t even wait around to let Hantae process what’s going on, like many of his K-BL brethren recently (Looking at you Our Dating Sim and Individual Circumstances!).

Finally, we get to In Hamtae. After all the awful things that have gone down this episode, he is so gentle with Han Baram before taking him to the boxing gym.

He leads him by the hand to a seat and gently wraps his hands for him even as you can see he’s still pissed with Han Baram the whole time. He even takes a moment to laugh and call Baram cute while putting on the headgear.

Once they finally get to the boxing ring, he gives Baram a literal shove to get his emotions out so he can finally vent his frustrations. He tells Baram to envision his right hand and Jin Sangin and his left hand as Im Hantae. He sees the uncertainty in Baram’s eyes, and reassures him that he envisions punching Baram’s face all the time and to not overthink it. He cheers Baram on as he finally starts to punch with force. We even get to hear Baram’s exertions as he’s finally letting out his feelings.

Y’all, when I tell you I started to cry so hard as Baram finally got to audibly express some of his frustrations. He needed to be mad. He deserved to be mad. What Sangin did to him was cruel. He ruined Baram’s first confession. He made him feel weird and undesirable. He later stole his goddamned song from him. He threatened him if Baram tried to fight back in any way. Baram needed to express that anger. It isn’t always going to be pretty, and I love that Im Hantae gave him a space to do that.

Still, we’re not done. Im Hantae makes them switch places, and he’s practiced at this. He says all of the feelings that are on his mind:

If you go to Highcode Entertainment, what about our band?

What about our dream?

What about me?

You’re so bad. How could you have confessed in that way?

That’s why you got dumped.

Then he throws the gloves at Han Baram, who asks such a heartbreaking question: “Why is it so tiring to like someone? What did I do wrong?” Im Hantae hugs him, and Han Baram is finally starting to push back on how others make him feel when he chides Hantae for how hard he hit him. Hantae assures him that he did nothing wrong and the two of them end up resting on the floor of the gym together in a shot that definitely came from the source material.

I just absolutely love that the final scenes of this episode are about how righteous it is for Baram and Hantae to be angry and upset about the things that have happened, including the things they might have done to each other. Men feel the full gamut of emotions, and anger is one of those. Sometimes that anger comes out explosively, and often it’s ugly. It is so important to me that we earnestly engage with men’s anger in a genre about close, personal relationships. We often get angry on behalf of characters that are being done wrong, and I think it’s so important that we interrogate the kinds of anger we allow characters to express in our shows.

With these two, there’s something so special about the tenderness Hantae showed Baram before, during, and after the boxing sequence to make sure Baram finally let out his own frustrations and hurt.

#Ben writes #sing my crush #korean bl #bl series

[alittlextrathatway]

What are some of your best and worst Brettsey moments?

What are some moments that inspire you to write or make you write because things need to be changed?

What are some storylines you wish the show had exploded with Matt and Sylvie as individuals and Brettsey?

Or times when the writers could have gone deeper?

Is there anything you want to write but feel apprehensive about or feel like you can't get it right?

Now that the Caseys have left Chicago I can answer this one. 🥺 Been saving it.

It’s so hard to narrow down BEST moments. I love the “You’re a little extra that way” conversation, Sylvie’s confession of feelings from 9x16, their love scene from that same episode, the first kiss in 9x02, and the eye contact at Molly’s from 9x02 as well. There’s more but those are the first ones that come to mind. Of course now I have to consider the BEAUTY that was their wedding ep which gave us SO MUCH. Their vows were perfect. Making out in the turn out room, also perfect. Sylvie escaping/running for her life and Matt tackling the guy and holding Sylvie for dear life after, again perfect.

As for worst, I’d say anything out of character. Matt’s 10x22 “I don’t know” always makes me mad because there’s no way someone who loves Sylvie as much as he does wouldn’t reassure her in that moment. The way the break up was orchestrated in 11x01 with Sylvie comparing her relationship to Violet’s or Stellaride’s or even Kyle’s, Matt and she not talking for two weeks — all of it felt forced and weird. Sylvie doesn’t normally compare herself to others like that and Matt wrote Sylvie a LETTER and put it in the mail in S10 when they kept missing each other. I’d say those.

I think a lot of what inspires me to write is less things that need to be changed and more things that need to be explained. Like the break up in 11x01 and Matt’s “I don’t know” in 10x22. Both those things made me want to dig in and take something that feels OOC to me and elaborate on it. That happened to me in S9 a lot. I wanted to really explore their perspectives, thoughts, traumas, and emotions in a way TV just doesn’t have a lot of time to do.

The biggest one for me is the trauma that resulted from Arnow. Matt’s guilt over Sylvie being hurt and Otis. Sylvie’s grief over losing Otis and exploring that grief as part of the reason she didn’t realize things with Kyle wouldn’t work sooner than she did. I feel like there was some excellent material there that could have been mined for them. The other one, that I was convinced the show was saving for the dating Brettsey era that we never really got, was meeting Brett’s birth father. After everything she went through with Julie, how would that go? Would he be as lovely as Julie was? How would Matt help her through it?

Times when the writers could have gone deeper for me is always going to be exploring trauma. I wanted to know more about Matt’s relationship with his dad. We saw Nancy and we heard about his dad from her but what were Matt’s memories like? How did he remember him? Also why didn’t Christie share Matt’s opinion on their mom or see the abuse? Was their dad partial to Christie? And for Sylvie, I wanted to know more about Harrison and Hope and how that dynamic shaped a young Sylvie. Harrison and Hope were clearly the gaslighting types and if those people were her childhood best friend and high school sweetheart then there must be more emotional abuse that she didn’t reconcile until after they were gone. I also would have liked to have actually met her parents or her brother.

As far as things I want to write but can’t, I have had an idea for a regency Brettsey AU FOR YEARS. I am not great with historical fiction/romance though so I’ve never seriously attempted to write it. But man do I want to. I think it would be full of so much yearning and tenderness.

Hopefully I answered all the questions you had! I LOVED THESE QUESTIONS. My favorite part of writing fanfic of these two is trying to get inside these people’s heads. They’re complicated and loving and generous but also have experienced great tragedies and faced abuse from people they loved. The fact that they find solace and safety in each other is breathtaking to me and so well deserved.

#chicago fire #brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey #matt casey x sylvie brett #ask box #ask angellwings #angellwings answers

[worriedvision]

Cyno with a reader that is in a long distance relationship with him? I know there was one kinda like that with Tighnari but how about one where it's someone from Mondstadt who becomes penpals with him through work, and it starts to grow into a more personal relationship. Maybe Kaeya is the wingman and he tells the reader he won't tell the acting grandmaster about your less than professional letters if you agree to go along to see him when you have your days off.

Oh okay! Nice idea, at least nobody else is being the dick in this prompt and it's a more fluffy idea than most of mine lol. Gender neutral reader.

--

It started with a case in Sumeru where an individual from Mondstadt had been stealing identities to gain access to information they were not qualified to read into. Being the main person for evidence, he writes to you. Attached is also a picture someone managed to snap, most likely Cyno based on how good quality it was, and he requested for any information. The only lead he had that this person came from Mondstadt was the times they slipped up with conversations by ending conversations with 'Let the wind lead', only to backtrack and explain they were intending on travelling to Mondstadt.

Turns out, it didn't take long for you to find out who this person was. A former knight that had been struck off after being caught taking bribes from treasure hoarders to give false information, as well as stirring up trouble in various groups by giving false identities.

This was not an isolated case, you found when you were investigating said individual. They had a small yet sizeable group with them, working with each other to make lucrative and comfortable lives through identity theft and selling confidential information. You disclosed these individuals as well, giving the mugshots that were taken when they were busted as well, explaining to the General Mahamatra that you thought there was a chance these individuals may be pulling similar stunts. This ultimately led to the conviction of not only the individual Cyno asked about, but about everyone who worked alongside them. Turns out, all of them were poorly disguised as researchers, it was just easier to identify the initial suspect.

After that, you found at least once a week, the General Mahamatra wrote to you without fail. At first, it was sprinkled in questions that could come across as him trying to find out when you were available for a work meeting, but they started to progress into the obvious personal questions that only penpals would write. In your letters, you didn't try to hide your friendly responses. In turn, he started writing more of his dad jokes.

His way of confessing to you was in the form of many puns. You discovered after reading all the sentences that the first letters of every sentence were an admission of him gaining romantic feelings for you, despite only knowing you by word. In response, you put effort into writing a confession in return, as well as pressing a Mondstadt specialty into the paper.

"So, who's this Cyno you keep writing to?" Kaeya teases, you covering the paper with your hands in shock. "Don't worry, I won't tell. However, I have a condition." He walks in, closing the door as he reads the letter Cyno wrote in the hopes of finding his address. "You have to visit him when you are next available."

"But he's always on the move, how will I find him?" You ask.

"Your specialty is digging up evidence. I'm sure you have safe and logical methods to do so." Kaeya shrugs, leaning on the desk. "This Cyno certainly has some...interesting jokes." Kaeya winces as he reads a particularly horrendous pun that didn't translate to pen and paper at all. Reading on, he lets out an audible 'aww' when he realises Cyno's been writing sweet love notes to you in hilichurlian. As odd as it was, he found it endearing that the man had found a way to flirt - even if it was incredibly strange.

"What kind of methods would I use?" You ask, your head resting on your hand as you hum to yourself. "All I know is he's always stationed in Sumeru..."

"You're using one right now." Kaeya chuckles, lifting himself off the desk and walking out. "If you don't do this, I'll tell the Acting Grandmaster about these letters. I mean that." He threatens lightly.

--

"Excuse me?" You call out to a forest ranger, letter for Cyno in hand. "Excuse me?"

"I heard you the first time, give me a moment." The forest ranger responds. He finishes writing his conclusions to a test on a clipboard, getting up and facing you. "How may I help you? Are you lost?"

"Well, I'm looking for someone." You begin. "Specifically, I'm looking for the General Mahamatra."

"...One moment, please." The man hesitates, running towards a building. A second later, he emerges with the forest watcher. "Master Tighnari will be able to assist you with this better than I could wish to."

"Ahh, are you _?" Tighnari catches on, your eyes widening. "Cyno doesn't stop talking about the letters you send at the dinner table."

"Well, I was hoping to deliver this letter myself. That way, we'd both be able to see each other in person for the first time." You explain, looking to Tighnari for some advice.

"Tonight I'll be meeting up with the General Mahamatra as well as some other friends. I suppose you can come along as well as you're well behaved and you know how to play-"

"Genius Invokation TCG? Love that game!" You cut Tighnari off, the man in front of you wincing as he realises you are somewhat similar to Cyno.

--

That night, you and Tighnari were sat at the table.

"Good evening, Tighnari." Cyno nods, pulling out a chair and taking a seat. Looking over, he doesn't recognise you. "Is this a friend of yours?"

"Not exactly..." Tighnari pauses, looking at you. He realises you're nervous, to the point you can't speak. "This is your penpal."

"Oh, it's nice to finally meet you. Your evidence has certainly helped with many cases in Sumeru, I must thank you for your assistance." Cyno nods, the faintest hint of a smile crossing his face.

"And it's nice to meet you to. Uhh, I mean it's nice to know what you look like. Not that I thought you were going to be ugly, but...oh no." You ramble out, digging a deeper hole with every word.

"Hey guys, how- oh, who is this beautiful stranger?" Kaveh asks, Alhaitham nudging him in the side as he catches onto Cyno's glare. Alhaitham looks around, realising there was only one free seat, and this seat is quickly taken by Kaveh. "Looks like there isn't enough room for everyone."

"Good, at least I can leave without an-"

"_, sit on my lap." Cyno suggests.

"Are you sure? I don't want to crush you!" You ask, Cyno waving you to take a seat on his lap as Alhaitham begrudgingly takes a seat.

"See?" Cyno purrs into your ear, you now sitting comfortably on his lap. "I'm stronger than I look."

"Get a room, you two." Tighnari rolls his eyes, pulling out his deck of cards as he prepares to duel against Cyno.

"Let's continue this later." You whisper, Tighnari's ear twitching in response to hearing this.

"I've got sensitive ears. Be careful what you say to each other." Tighnari huffs out.

"Wait, what did they...Nevermind." Kaveh stops, Tighnari shaking his head disapprovingly at the question.

#cyno #cyno x gender neutral reader #cyno x reader #kaveh #alhaitham #kaeya #gender neutral reader

[ferociouslycreativemystery]

I just finished the Button House Archives and it's SPECTACULAR. Here are some personal highlights:

I love Alison's additions and comments in lots of places. She is fighting tooth and nail to stay on those hinges, and we love to see a character with spunk!

Mick's facial reconstruction could be the most horrifying thing I have *ever* seen

Mary's bits are some of my absolute favourites. Her speaking/writing voice is just delicious

Pat was just a terrible group leader wasn't he XD the arrow was really just a matter of time. He should have gone orienteering with them first, then he might have lost the kids before they could kill him

HAH I unwittingly picked Kitty's "character quote" to use in my video edit :P I feel validated

Thomas with his painfully literal complaints about other people's poems OMG rip bestie you would have loved tumblr (I haven't listened to the audiobook yet but I swear I can hear his "counted them, did you?" through the page)

I really like the way you can glimpse parts of later documents around the edges of earlier ones (like with Pat's folder, where the layers are removed one at a time, p. 22-23, 40-41, etc)

Hang on, just gotta go put on One Night in Bangkok for Robin (wait, now I need to hear him say that out loud)

Cap's munitions requests and personally penned operations with their TERRIBLE hand drawn maps that he keeps sending to actual Southern Command; I am fascinated by your mind sir. I believe he suffers from the same affliction I had in school where a combination of the dunning-cruger effect regarding general knowledge and teachers not talking to you in person about what you write in hand-ins causes you to just sort of assume everything you do is brilliant and that then it simply disappears into an unknowable void, and therefore you feel basically free to confess to murder in writing without ever thinking of the consequences. Embarrassment and second thoughts are very much face-to-face kinds of emotions (as he. ahem. would come to find out). Like, is written communication even real? Did it ever really leave your head?

Also: his war diaries were published? 1) who chose to publish them and 2) did Havers ever come across them by any chance? (plus: love to see a fellow tiny handwriting person. Cheers!)

The hand lettering on everything is so well made!!! I know a little (heavy emphasis on 'little') about palaeography, and the writing styles are recognisably of their eras, if many of the letter forms have indeed been updated to be readable for modern audiences. Compare for example Arthur Pinhoe's writing from 1575 (p. 8-11) with this actual letter from 1547. Also this actual 1700s writing to Kitty's diary entries from 1779 (p. 70-71 etc). (These samples are in Swedish but minus åäö they're all the same letters.) The writing also follows the pattern of older script being generally more rigid and standardised, while the closer to present day we get the more individual the handwriting becomes, which is a great opportunity for additional characterisation—which has also been very well implemented I think. I'm devouring every page of this, line by line!

REST IN BRIEFS (also the sly tail of the 'y' from the Daily Mail title just visible above the only compassionate headline lmao)

The reason I cannot talk to people is that Fanny's etiquette rules on conversing take over my entire mind from the moment I see another person.

Oh Kitty, I am coming to pick you up—you can be my sister instead of Eleanor's. It was nice to read her final entry though; finally the trick backfired and she got something good out of it while Eleanor suffered. Bieetch.

FANNY. SINCERELY. YOU ARE INSANE. I already knew about the letter where she demands reimbursement for the unsunk 7/8 of the Titanic's journey that she was cheated out of, but to SIGN IT OFF WITH "Would be survisor/victim of the RMS Titanic". Unbelievable.

Pat write a legible word challenge

I have a slight suspicion Julian might have had something to do with the designs for the Boys Adventure Club badges...

The "pictures of the ghosts" will make excellent reference photos for the various rooms, I appreciate them very much (should we make a game out of copying them and filling in the ghosts? There is a lot of potential there)

Humphrey, my guy... do you need a hug? (Sorry.)

FLOOR PLANS FLOOR PLANS FLOOR PLANS THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH I WILL TREASURE THESE WITH MY LIFE

Robin's constellations are impeccable I say we officially replace the zodiac with these no more superstition only bum

Julian's final email was really well written; a single page yet it's oozing with character and story

The behind the scenes pictures at the end are heartwarming. I am slightly alarmed at my ability to pinpoint the precise scene in the specific episode many of them are from though... is it maybe time for a break?

No. Never!

#I did it! I read a book in a day! #not a very wordy book but still. I'm a very slow reader #bbc ghosts #button house archives #maddie's ghosts tag

[chrysanths]

⸻ CHARACTER UPDATE

Given the events and some plotting I have done, as well as thinking, I've decided to write up a comprehensive update for Geonwoo and lay out the character development he will be going through and what happened to him during and following the events! This could lead into potential plots or further dev!

THE BANQUET : Before things went awry, he did not enjoy the banquet much, sticking mostly beside the royal family's children. He is never off-duty.

THE ATTACK : During the attack, he stuck around for as long as possible to fight off the dark spirits and maintain the strange lava. He went out of his way to pull other nobles to safety ( especially those who are young or unable to fight ) and stuck to protecting the royals to the best of his ability. He displayed acts of selflessness, appalling even himself, and managed to stay in the physical world. But he has his first argument with his twin sister Aera, when he pulls her to safety. Suguru, his fellow royal guard, assists him while he is injured in being brought to the infirmary.

AFTERMATH : Because of his actions, he becomes severely injured and sustains those that take over a month to completely heal. Bruised rib, sprained wrist, cuts along his arm, and several deep wounds. For a time until healing all the way, he has a temporary limp. Because of his fight with so many, he can still feel the toll the incident has taken on him mind, body, and spirit. Fortunately, this has all given him time to become even more in tune with his lavabending and swordsmanship so he can do better next time. ( Hoping there will not have to be... )

CONCERNING FAMILY : In the month and a half that his sisters Yura and Nara are gone, he has become convinced they are dead. Fortunately, his twin Aera is more spiritual and when Nara appears in her bed, he is at a loss, and finds himself unable to not openly weep when it is told to him that Yura has been found as well. He cries for the first time since their parents died. Safe to say he has an even more profound protective mindset over them than he already had and he strives for their house to become stronger than ever.

CONCERNING LOVE : Something he does not want to touch upon whatsoever. When two months pass and decisions are made that are out of his hands, he will feel as if he's breaking in two all over again. Despite a heartfelt confession, court politics rule, and he is left with empty hands and a sore heart. He wants to find and burn that letter ( to be posted ... maybe ). This result will slowly turn him away from unwavering, unquestioning support of the system he once sought to uphold. He will retreat further into himself and leave matters of the heart and all pursuits of it in the dust, never to be touched again. Rage, jealousy, bitterness and sorrow overwhelms him once more. He remains in his room or sitting glum in a tavern or garden if not working, from here on. Profession above all, now.

PLANS FOR THE FUTURE : Eventually, years and years down the line, my plan is for him to vie for position of captain of the royal guard for his achievements and the strength he has shown. If he cannot have selfish human wants, he will focus on honing himself as a more useful tool. He will also be thinking of a way to convince House Yi to allow more individuals to learn lavabending for times of crisis, shifting from his position to covet it. He is playing the long game. The rest of my thoughts consist of years down the line, including the latter but it's relevant since it begins brewing now.

#geonwoo / 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒙

[bylertruther]

pssst. there's a certain quote from dr. brenner in 4x08 that perfectly describes mike's journey in season four as he heads into season five. allow me to break it down for you!

Well, we… we haven't risked contact, but, as far as we know, they’re… they’re all safe. But I’m not gonna lie to you, Eleven. Your friends are in terrible danger.

as it stands right now, the mike-will-el trio is technically "safe", but they won't be for long. their stability and safety is entirely dependent on none of them talking about or even pondering what happened between them. as soon as any conversation begins about the painting or either confession, it'll all come tumbling down, and them as individuals with it.

With each victim he takes, Henry is chiseling away at the barrier that exists between our two worlds. Imagine, if you will, the barrier between our worlds is a concrete dam.

the dam in this case is the version of mike that he presents to the world. it contains and holds back his real self, desires, and feelings. we're first introduced to this dam at the airport.

he arrives in lenora dressed like someone else entirely and he looks ridiculous for it. argyle then calls him out on his "shitty knock-offs" directly after the super weird painting fiasco with will and tells him they'll "get [him] the good threads out here". he only goes back to his regular clothes once the illusions on all fronts (aka, the victims & cracks = will, el, and his perception of them) were shattered.

Henry is putting cracks in this dam. Cracks in dams create pressure. Left unchecked, the pressure will build and build.

will apparently has a crush on a girl and spent a lot of time making a painting for her. he then brought a painting to the airport, but apparently very much not for him—it's just one that he's been working on.

eleven has lied in her letters to mike for months and then continued to do so even to his face, and stopped only when an outside force (angela) came in and brought them all down.

will put the onus of maintaining their friendship on him, never tried to write or call him first (despite him always trying and getting the busy tone), didn't talk to him all day, spent his time moping around, and then had the nerve to get mad at him for being upset over it on his first day here.

eleven shocks him by stepping out of her "superhero" box and hitting angela. they have a "real" fight they "can't come back from" where eleven tells him he thinks she's a monster, that he doesn't understand what it's like to be bullied for being different, and calls him out on his refusal to ever say he loves her. she then gets arrested and they learn that hawkins is in danger.

mike and will seal a crack in the dam by making up, but a shootout occurs right after. their only protection bleeds out beneath his palms, but not before telling them that eleven is in danger, too. they have to bury him in an unmarked grave in some junkyard like he's nothing, no one. argyle blows up and puts everyone's fate on his shoulders. he doesn't know what to do. he doesn't know what he could've done. he feels guilty, confused, and helpless—a far cry from the leader he once was.

eventually, he pulls back the curtain the slightest bit and allows will to peer inside. he tells him about his low self-esteem, how his worth and identity is tied to being needed, and how he feels that he isn’t, how he’s “just some random nerd that got lucky”, and that he's essentially useless (by comparing himself to lois lane, saying “at least [she's] an ace reporter for the daily planet, right? but… [mike scoffs]”).

will then gives him the painting and assuages many of his concerns, uplifting him and giving him a sense of purpose again, but.. it's technically a lie, because those are not at all eleven's feelings. per the script, mike knows that eleven doesn't need him anymore, but he chooses to believe will, because he trusts will more than anyone and anything—including, but not limited to, his own self and his girlfriend—and will never lies to him. of course, what should be healing ends up being what is arguably the biggest crack of them all.

And eventually, it will reach a breaking point. And the dam will burst. And when that happens, Hawkins will fall.

eleven has been saved and they found her a tub for the mind fight. all should be well, keyword being should. of course, as fate would have it, it almost immediately goes to shit. eleven is struggling, unresponsive, and can't breathe. they don't know if she can hear them or if they can even help. mike is terrified, watching as one of his worst fears comes to life, when will taps his shoulder and guides him.

lying to your friends is against mike's moral code. that's why he's never been able to tell eleven he loves her in a romantic context, not even through writing or when she begs him to. will, after unknowingly misleading him with his veiled confession, prompts him to say "whatever [he] didn't say", aka that thing that "[he] should've said".

mike is visibly pained, panicked, and desperate as he says all that he has been led to believe is what she wants to hear. in reality, his speech to her is a response to will's confession—this is why it harps so much on her differences, on needing, and on loss. he tells her everything that will wants to hear, everything that gives will the courage to fight on, and unknowingly damns them all.

he's seen swallowing, pinching his face, and clearly struggling through this. he says he loves her over and over again, urges her to fight. he says anything, pulling from what others in this season alone have told him before, and prays that it helps.

we know that mike doesn't believe in anything at first sight. we know that he wanted to get rid of her when they first met. we heard him say that the past year was weird and not the same without will specifically. we know that mike hasn't ever said "i love you" before. eleven knows this, too, and that's why hawkins falls thereafter. eleven almost dying and mike having to break his most sacred code in effort to save her is the breakdown of his false persona, aka the shitty knock-off, and brings him scarily close to his true breaking point.

he did all that he could have possibly done with what he was given, he did everything that everyone asked of him, and we're starting to see little droplets of him come out (like the couch scene and him staying by will at the very end), but mike, the real mike that we first came to know and love, has yet to come all of the way out of hiding.

mike being true to himself is the key to saving hawkins, because he can only lead them and be their heart if he's being true to himself. we know this to be true, because his speech in season two is what led them to closing the gate and saving will and the world, and his speech in season four is what leads to the gates bursting wide open, damns them all, and fails to save eleven (she has to will henry's vines away herself).

and they still have to talk! they still have to uncover will's lies and figure out where they all stand and what that makes them! mike is a character that has been falling apart and crumbling beneath all this pressure since season three, and he spends the entirety of season four being lied to by the people he most cares about! not only that, but he's the last remaining party member that we've yet to check in on, and outside of will and eleven, he's also the one most acquainted with and that poses a threat/obstacle to henry.

no matter what, in every which way, he's a dam that's inevitably going to burst wide open, and none of us, the characters or the viewers, are anywhere close to the resolution.

#mine #mike analysis #mike #byler #<- u Will look at my post. 👁️ #no offense but one thing abt me is i will be Seeing and Understanding and Discussing 🤔 #long post

[quill-pen]

A Christmas Confession pt. 1 (Married!ScroogeXReader)

I know, I know! I said I wouldn't post up much more for the story and that I'd only do some requests and headcannon stuff, but since listening to that gorgeous cover of 'Come What May' by Luke, my brain has been fraught with inspiration. And when I followed through with it, it turned into something just a little bit bigger because I've been dying to write Ebenezer being a loving Uncle figure to children. So here we are!

Part two will come along in a bit and bring with it quite a bit more romance. *wink* Right now, enjoy sweet Uncle Ebby with some adorable little girls plus YOU!

Note: Remember, the main idea of the story is you are Marley's estranged daughter raised in America but returned to England to live (for many complicated reasons) in your early to mid-20s (younger half-siblings now included because I want to write father-figure Scrooge and the Cratchit kids and street urchins can't always be around). For the many complicated reasons previously mentioned, you have married Ebenezer--a dear friend--and are struggling with the situation because you truly have feelings for the man, but are convinced he couldn't possibly feel the same.

Also, too late for Christmas stuff? NOT WHEN IT COMES TO 'A CHRISTMAS CAROL'. If Ebenezer can keep Christmas in his heart alive all the year, then why can't I?!

Enjoy!

Pairing: Ebenezer Scrooge x F!Reader (married)

Warnings: None, unless you count pining and seriously adorable Uncle Ebenezer with cute kids.

Summary: Christmas time has come again! This time, (probably at the behest of the children) you and Scrooge have invited the Cratchits and the Huffmans to stay with you for Christmas Eve so that you may all enjoy a Christmas morning together. You and Ebenezer agree to put the children to bed so that the Cratchits might have a break. For once!

A/N: Don't worry--we will get Prudence in the next part! And as always, insanely soft Scrooge.

And if anyone has any idea what the other Cratchit girls besides Kathy (who by all rights would probably be Belinda IDK why so many names got changed in this thing) are, let me know. Because right now, I'm just naming them things that sound right.

Part 2

A Christmas Confession pt. 1

Arms crossed over your chest, you leaned against the doorpost and watched with a small smile on your face as Millie and the young Cratchit girls knelt at the side of the bed, heads bowed and hands clasped in the nightly prayer: “Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep….”  Once they’d finished the recitation, they went around the bed, each thanking or praying to God individually about something or someone in turn.  Millie started off the round: “I thank you, God, for sending us the baby Jesus.  And I also pray that my friend Betty in Cincinnati has a nice Christmas this year.  She told me in her letters she was wanting a new doll and a dress--I hope she gets them.  I would just like a pony, with Christmas ribbons in its mane and tail.  Thank you, God.”

You fought back the urge to laugh at that, successfully turning it into a quiet snort.  Oh, you’re adorable but highly tenacious baby sister!  Even at six years old, you could already tell you were in for a whirlwind of a time raising her up.  God help you when the teenage years came! 

A large, warm hand enclosed over your shoulder, drawing your attention away from the children to see Ebenezer standing just behind you.  “How are we coming?” he murmured, eyes on the girls.

“We’re just finishing up our prayers,” you whispered back.  “How are the boys?”

“Tucked in, waiting for you to come say goodnight.”

You gave him a look of disbelief.  “What?!  You mean to tell me you have that rowdy lot in bed already?  How on earth did you beat me?”

The silver-haired man flashed you one of his divinely roguish smirks, making your knees feel the slightest bit wobbly.  “I, my fine lady, am a man of many talents,” he whispered mysteriously.

Raising an eyebrow you smirked back.  “Hmm, bribed them with sovereigns.  I see.”  You tsked your tongue and shook your head at him.  “Cheater.”

Ebenezer didn’t even try to deny it, just merely burred that beautiful chuckle of his that stirred your soul.

The two of you fell silent and watched on as the girls continued on around their individual prayers.  Ebenezer’s hand stayed on your shoulder, a wonderful, gentle, steady, and warm weight that conversely sent shivers tingling along your nerves.  Oh, how you wished he’d put that hand around your waist and pull you into him, as close as a real wife should be.  Or at least take one of your own hands into it and twine your delicate fingers together with his attractively large ones.  There was no hope for it--you wanted to be completely and utterly possessed by him.  Not merely carnally (though that in itself was a major appeal) but in the soft, devoted, domestic way too; the way you’d see the Cratchits and Huffmans behave towards each other; the way you’d see couples walking the street act; the way you’d grown up watching your mother and step-father interact.  What you would have given to be totally and completely the woman of the house--to be Ebenezer’s woman.

But there was no point in pining for things that wouldn’t come to pass, so you forced your mind away from the concept and put it back on the girls, who were coming to the end of their personal prayers.  Millie added in one last time: “Also, God, I know I’m still just a little girl, but I’d take really good care of a pony if I had one.  I promise--cross my heart.  Honest.  Amen.”

Again you snorted, and you heard the man beside you rumble out another amused chuckle as well.  “She certainly knows how to work the system,” he remarked.

“Oh, she’s completely incorrigible,” you told him.  With that, you moved back into the room (regretfully slipping out from Ebenezer’s touch as you did) and approached the children.  “All right, girls, very good.  Now let’s get into bed.”  You pulled back the thick covers and watched as they all filed between them one by one.  

“We’re not sleepy yet,” Tilda and Maggie protested, despite snuggling in next to Millie.

“We want to stay up and try to catch Father Christmas!” Alice added enthusiastically.

An entire chorus of excited agreement went up from the girls

“But he won’t come unless you’re all sound asleep,” you countered, smiling the slightest bit.  Oh, to be a child on Christmas Eve again!

“Why?” sweet little Judith asked.

All five sets of eyes shined brightly up at you in innocence and wonderment, awaiting an answer.  An answer that you, admittedly, were a little bit stumped over.  “Um… well… that’s just always been the way it is.”

“But why?” Millie pressed further.

“Because that’s how Father Christmas’ magic works!”

You and the girls turned to see Ebenezer coming into the room, slate-blue eyes as bright and shining as the children’s.  He smiled and winked at you as he moved towards the bed.  You felt your heart flutter just a bit, the slightest warmth of a blush color your cheeks.  Thank God the flickering firelight would help conceal it.  

The tall man went around the bed and sat on the side opposite you, beaming down at the snuggled-up little girls in a way that made your heart positively melt.  “You see, girls, Father Christmas has a very special kind of magic that can only work when you are all asleep,” Ebenezer twisted up his face in a comically sneaky way and peered around conspiratorially as if he were about to relay a very important secret that only they were supposed to hear and then whispered, “because the magic is fueled by your Christmas dreams!”

You made saucer-wide eyes along with the girls and exclaimed, “Ooooh!” 

“Yes,” Ebenezer continued.  “That’s why you must all sleep tonight so that you may dream and give Father Christmas all the power he needs for his magic to work.  Why without your dreams to help him, he would never be able to travel the world and deliver presents to all the little boys and girls!  And we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

“No!” Judith exclaimed, her eyes twice the size they normally were and so full of sweet innocence it broke your heart.  She clutched her dolly preciously to her.  

“No,” Ebenezer agreed with a serious shake of his silvery head.  “I didn’t think so.  So off to sleep for each of you.”

“How come we have to go to bed, but the grown-ups don’t have to?” Maggie asked.

“Yeah, shouldn’t they be sleeping so their dreams can help the magic too?” Tilda added.

That time it was Ebenezer’s turn to look stumped.  Clearly, he hadn’t thought that far ahead in his story.  “Um… w-well-”

“Grown-ups’ dreams aren’t as powerful as children’s dreams,” you came to his rescue.  “But we make up for it by helping Santa in making sure that all of the children go to bed on time so that he has enough magic when he needs it.”

“Precisely!” Ebenezer brightened, smiling gratefully at you.  Then he became very serious and stern as he turned to the girls again.  “Which is why you must all go to bed at once,” he ordered, poking a ticklish finger into each little girl's tummy, causing them to squeal with laughter.  “Because if you do not go to sleep, we will be failing in our duty to Father Christmas!  Understood?”

Still giggling, the girls all sounded off: “Yes, sir!”

“Very good!” Scrooge said, voice still gruff like a Sergeant Major General’s.  “Now, good night!”  With a devilish gleam in his eyes, the man loomed down over the girls and gave them each a good hard nuzzle on the face with his cheeks, evilly chuckling ‘good night’ over and over.  The girls laughed harder and tried to push him away, shrieking and squealing about his “whisker tickles”.  That only made him continue with more vigor.

You couldn’t help but laugh right along with them.  “Ebenezer, at this rate you’ll get them so stirred up again they’ll never be able to sleep for Santa!”

Laughing as well, Ebenezer pulled back to give you an acquiescent smile.  “I suppose you are right, my dear.  Without these little ones’ dreams, Father Christmas may never get his sleigh off the ground!”  With that, he turned back to the girls and leaned back in, only this time to administer gentle kisses to their brows.  Each girl gave him a return kiss on the cheek; Millie went a bit further to reach up and hold his face in place as she blew a wet raspberry into his muttonchop.  (The man grimaced but judging how he still smiled, he didn’t seem to mind too much.)  “Good night, my lovies,” Ebenezer murmured softly, an adoring gentleness in his blue eyes.  “Sweet dreams and happy Christmas.”

“Good night, Uncle Ebby!” the girls chorused as he stood to leave.

“Right to sleep now,” you told the girls as you too stood up and began to leave.  “No talking.  Remember Santa’s counting on you to help him work tonight.”

“Yes, Y/N/Auntie Y/N!”

There was still the faint noise of giggling and whispered chatter as you closed the door, but it was quickly beginning to die down.  Ebenezer’s magic had worked.

A mildly disgusted groan caused you to turn and find the man in question wiping at his spittle-slicked cheek with his handkerchief.  

You giggled and pulled out your own handkerchief from your sleeve.  “Here, let me.  Your silky thing won’t do the job.” 

With a grateful smile, Ebenezer gentlemanly bowed his face towards you.  "That girl is going to be a menace to society, I tell you," he said, only half-jokingly.

You hummed in agreement as you cleaned him up, still having to stand a bit on tiptoe to do so (lovely, tall man…).  "Don't I know it?  She is her father's daughter--George was a… character.  But I adored him.”  You gave him a knowing smile.  “Just as you adore Millie."

Ebenezer gave you a playful scowl, the softness in his eyes saying you were right.  “You’d better go see the boys now,” he said, once you’d finished drying him off.  “And then we’d better check on the older children to make sure they got themselves to bed.”

You nodded and put your kerchief away.  As you followed him down the hall, you were still thinking about Ebenezer’s story.  You’d never heard anything like it before.  “Where’d you come up with that?” you asked, looking up at him.

The man raised a bushy brow quizzically.  “Beg pardon?”

“The story about Santa’s magic fueled by children’s dreams.  Did you hear that somewhere or did you just make it up on the spot?”

Ebenezer smiled.  “Oh, that.”  He chuckled.  “Well, yes, I did come up with it, as a matter of fact, when my sister and I were children.”  A sort of sad haze came into the man’s beautiful eyes to mix with the happiness of the memory as he reminisced.  “You see, Jen was like any other child on Christmas Eve--well so was I, rather, for a while at least.  Apparently, our parents couldn’t give her a satisfactory answer as to why she should go to bed rather than stay up and wait for Father Christmas.”

“So you came up with the reason for why.”

“Exactly.”

“Did it work?”

“It did.  And Jen would ask me about it every Christmas after, even beyond the point where we stopped believing.”

You smiled and gently nudged the tall man with your shoulder.  “She liked the story,” you said.  “It is a good story, I must say.  Certainly much more fun than what we were given: Mama and George told us if we didn’t go to bed, Santa would simply pass right over our house.  It seemed to do the trick for us.  Although my final year of believing, I did sneak out of bed and stayed up.”  You laughed at the memory.  “Sakes alive, did I give poor old George a fright when he came down early to put the presents out!  He just about took me over his knee to tan my hide!”

“And I take it catching your stepfather was what caused your belief to fade,” Ebenezer surmised, looking a little amused by your story.

“Yes,” you admitted a little forlornly.  “It was sad.  I think it’s always sad when you stop believing in that sort of magic.”

“Yes,” Ebenezer agreed, also looking just a bit sad.  But then he quickly gave you a bright smile.  “But then you discover a new magic in making the old magic for others, and then you begin to believe again.”

“Just in a different way,” you said, understanding his meaning.

The man only beamed in agreement.  “That was a very nice addition to the story, I must say,” he said after a moment.  “The bit about adult dreams not being as powerful as those of children.”

You raised your chin a bit haughtily and flipped a curl of your hair with a smug smile.  “Why thank you, kind sir,” you purred.  “I thought it was inspired.”

Ebenezer chuckled at that.  “You know, I’d forgotten that story,” he remarked as you both pulled up in front of the door to the boys’ room.  “Until now.”  He had a distant, contemplative look in his eyes.

Feeling a bit bold, you reached out and grabbed his hand, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.  You smiled genuinely at him.  “I’m glad you remembered it, Ebenezer,” you told him.  “The girls enjoyed it and… and so did I.  Truly.”

Ebenezer had looked a bit surprised when you’d taken his hand so suddenly.  Now the surprise was fading back into warmth and affection.  He squeezed your hand back.  “Then I shall strive never to forget it again, Y/N.”  

There was something in his manner; something extremely soft and unknown to you in his voice and gaze; something that warmed your being from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.  For the umpteenth time, your heart fluttered--your breath caught in your throat.  You may not have known what it was, but you knew you never wanted him to stop looking at or talking to you like that.  Could… could he possibly- the thought was dismissed from your mind before it even had time to fully process.  No.  No, it wasn’t that; it wasn’t possible.  Ebenezer saw you as his very dear friend and that was all; he would never look at you or speak to you in a way other than that.  It was just fanciful thinking on your part that that warmth in his manner could be something more.  Merely wishes.  It was simply the merriment of the evening and the excess joy of the children rubbing off on everyone, enhancing every emotion.  It was the spirit of Christmas--that was all.

You shook your head, clearing off the daze.  “Well,” you said, clearing your throat before adding significant volume to your tone so you would be heard through the door, “we’d better go make sure these boys are asleep!”  With that, you, rather reluctantly, let go of Ebenezer’s hand.  And if you weren’t so deadset on Ebenezer seeing you as nothing more than a friend, you could have sworn his release was reluctant as well.

@the-house-of-auditore-frye @oldmanlusting

#scrooge 2022 #ebenezer scrooge #ebenezer scrooge x reader #ebenezer scrooge x you #slow burn #romance #uncle ebenezer #married couple #pining--oh the pining! #children on christmas eve #that one character you KNOW is going to be an absolute little shiester but you'll adore them anyway #babysitting? kind of? #GIRL--HE LIKES YOU--GO FOR IT!!! #Can someone explain to me how to use the gif thing please? It takes forever for me to find anything I want #Youtube

[darkcircles4lyfe]

Just wanted to say I absolutely love all your meta on bkdk! I wanted your opinion on chp 348. As much as i love the fact we didn't get the izuocha confession, tsuyu's dialogue made it seem like it'll be just be happening later. And also the fact that the chapter was titled unrequited and hence we didn't get it has been nagging me with the addition of katsuki's narration. Does it mean his will also be unrequited? I know that they had other opportunities but maybe hori wanted uraraka to first have some development as a character individually rather than just reducing her to the romantic interest. As much as i wish bkdk to be canon, it's a slim possibility. No hate but I'd rather have a open ending than izuocha getting together (even if there's development implied with timeskip)

Thank you!

Tsuyu basically saying she doesn’t want people speaking about a secret her friend holds dear is. I mean yeah it doesn't look promising. Tsuyu strikes me as the discreet bff character who Ochako has probably confided in about how she feels. But just because her statement more or less confirms Ochako’s crush, that doesn’t mean Ochako’s going to confess her feelings. She never once mentions wishing she could be with Izuku or wishing he knew how she felt. So I think there’s a good change she decided she didn’t want to pursue her crush, maybe because it distracted her from her career goals. She may have told Tsuyu this as well. Based on how she’s been acting since Katsuki’s apology, it even feels to me like at this point she’s not only “pushing her feelings down,” but gotten over them entirely. She witnessed Izuku’s flaws and no longer idolizes his heroic qualities. She heard Katsuki talking about deeply personal parts of Izuku’s past and probably realized she doesn’t know Izuku as well as she thought she did. Both of those revelations are a major mood killer for romantic feelings. 

To address the rest of what you said, ya know I’ve contemplated the angle of like, is all this Horikoshi simply teasing izuocha for an even later moment? People who actually think the ship is gonna sail must be interpreting it that way. It’s like one of those optical illusions where you can see one of two images—like faces in profile vs. a vase, or a young vs. old woman. Izuocha looks canon and non-canon at the same time. Every moment we may think of as denouncing the ship, others may see as adding suspense. The classic will they/won’t they storyline is kinda odd in that it’s built on this suspense, but in a way it also relies on the audience being in on it to some extent. There’s an unspoken understanding that the couple will get together in the end. The audience is asking “how will this work out?” and not “will this work out?”

But listen, I write on this blog partly because I’ve decided it’s important to me to help ease the type of pessimism you’re describing. I want y’all to feel more confident, knowledgeable, and at ease about interpreting the story. Never mind just 348 though, I’ve already pretty much gone over it in depth. These days I’ve been looking back at the bigger picture with some hindsight and I think I’ve found the root of why this seemingly predictable ship is not what it seems. So if you don’t mind, I’d like to get into that instead. 

We can assume the ship is built on this premise: Ochako is someone who wants to help others and make them smile, and Izuku is foremost represented in this goal. Thus you can track the progression of their relationship by the moments when Ochako has helped Izuku out and by the development of Ochako’s motivations. Here is a basic timeline:

1. Ochako and Izuku meet. She saves him from falling twice with her quirk. Later she also intervenes to get him points in the entrance exam and ultimately an acceptance letter into UA.

2. They become friends, and Ochako is seen to be a general source of positivity

3. She helps him on a number of other occasions, including during the sports festival cavalry battle and joint training.

4. Independently, Ochako is impacted by the loss of Nighteye and by witnessing trauma and diminishing morale among other heroes. She applies these experiences to Izuku, seeing him for his frailties as a human being.

5. In the mission to bring Izuku back from self destruction, Ochako fully expresses this perspective. This is the climax of their subplot which is based on Ochako helping Izuku. It’s even symbolized in these panels flashing back their first meeting:

This is the entirety of their personal connection which can serve as a foundation for a romance. This is what they have. This is where all the preparation is. As the author of a story like this you’s think, okay, here is the theme, which I will establish and develop in stages. Once it has all come together, emotions between these characters are ripe for the picking. In the wake of a highly emotional full circle moment like Ochako’s speech, you take all of that stored energy and propel the relationship into a brand new stage. The climax of a story is followed quickly by a resolution because you don’t want to lose all of that momentum. Once the energy level is down, it’s down. It won’t come back up without starting over on the long trudge up the plot mountain. For izuocha’s plotline which revolved around how Ochako helped Izuku, the resolution happened at the cliff scene. And Horikoshi just. Let it all go. Nothing of substance to change the state of their relationship happened there. Izuku thanked Ochako for helping him. She dismissed it. I’ve had that panel stuck in my head ever since:

There’s awkward (translation?) phrasing here, but basically she’s saying “you always make a big deal out of nothing.” That what she did for him wasn’t anything super personal. Pay no mind. It really sticks out to me. It feels like it’s making a point. That single dialogue sums up the whole izuocha romantic plotline and tosses it in the trash. Literally, with this Horikoshi has thrown away what little build-up and opportunity he had to work with. The ship is back at square one. What else do they have to look back on now, to say, “hey, maybe we got something going here?” Nothing! When else is Izuku ever gonna develop a not-so-platonic appreciation for what she’s done for him? When else is Ochako gonna fess up and explain why she cares so much about him?

If you ask me, 348 was the last possible opportunity to squeeze that in, so now that Izuku has left the scene of Ochako’s fight, it’s clear the two are now on totally separate trajectories. Ochako’s fight might contain mentions of Izuku, but it will not involve him directly. With the context of izuocha being anticlimactic, 348 doesn’t look like a suspenseful tease, it looks like Hori making fun of people’s expectations—ya know, for making a big deal out of nothing.

Arguments in favor of izuocha happening have always been pretty thin. There just isn’t much to work with. But now more than ever I see a complete abandonment of canon in favor of the old, “this is just how shounen manga works. MC has to get with the girl.” It’s like, they literally have nothing else to back them up anymore. It’s probably gonna get even more common as they start to act more and more like indignant whining toddlers who aren’t getting their way. I’m gonna hunker down and wait it out, and hopefully at the other end of it the fandom will be a bit tamer.

#asks #lin speaks #bnha manga #bkdk #bakudeku #dkbk #dekubaku #bnha meta

[furiluc]

focaluc headcanons?

OK OK +cracks knuckles+ here you GO

individual identity hcs; furina- transmasc, he/him maybe they is fine, unlabeled for the most part but he likes 'queer', 'ace' and 'trans' the most as he feels they fit him

diluc- agender, he/him doesnt mind it/its also likes queer and ace but doesn't mind just gay too ( he likes the blue mlm flag ) im not projecting wdym they are both 99.9% 'man' in their gender identities where as furi's .1% is just fucken Water God (think hydro mimic but cat, thats him), diluc's .1% is Weapon, he seeks a purpose in life and if that purpose is to be used, then so be it it makes him satisfied

they met a little bit on accident during diluc's break; he was searching for the truth behind crepus' death knowing that the delusion had something to do with it, he found some fatui crumbs in fontaine so that allured him to stay there for a time being, however furina, being the showman that he is, caught dilucs attention one day, whilst diluc didnt think much of it at the time, after he returned home to mondstadt he received a letter, that the hydro archon would like to meet with him on a more personal note. he accepts the invitation except when he got to the palais mermonia, he ( and furi ) both learn that furi did not send the letter himself, so who did? they investigate and figure out this case together; growing more and more attached to each other as time goes on ( mostly furi being a silly little guy tee ehm and being one of the Few few ppl who can make diluc bolster out in laughter (( furi is a bit of a sucker for dilucs laugh btw )) ) and in present day they write letters to each other on a somewhat daily basis, still getting along and growing closer, diluc did in fact confess via his first letter to furina, whilst it caught furi off guard ( only bc he was lowkey in denial abt his crush on diluc) he wrote back, expressing that he reciprocates the feelings

^^ with all that in mind; their dynamic is typically as follows: furi says smth silly goofy haha and diluc laughs the most beautiful laugh furi always adores hearing, diluc does often try to get furi to laugh in return as diluc is ALSO a sucker for furinas laughter, its contagious- they do have serious moments too!! they share a lot of the same insecurities when it comes to social gatherings, both of them are introverts and furi feels pressured to be the "all-encompassing Hydro Archon" so thats the main reason he goes out of his way to be such a showman, but also it is a lil bit of an outlet for him and diluc understands this; in the same way he goes out to preform his 'darknight hero' tasks, hes overcompensating for what hes already done for mondstadt he simply does it in the shadows where furi does it in the spotlight for his people

#so #if you want more or a fic lmk #furina x diluc #focalors x diluc #diluc x furina #diluc x focalors #transmasc focalors #genshin rarepair #transmasc furina #genshin ship #mlm #furiluc #focaluc

[amarguerite]

currently working on an assignment about Persuasion, which means I'm spending entirely too much time thinking about individual sentences, and specifically about the Croft Carriage Scene, and - "[Wentworth] quietly obliged her to be assisted into the carriage" is an incredibly weirdly constructed sentence, the whole passage sort of dances around the act of him helping her into the carriage proper, and it made me wonder - given that the narration (which is heavily filtered through Anne's perspective) gets so odd, and given social conventions re: physical contact, and given how you help someone into a carriage - is this the first time after eight years that Anne and Wentworth are actually, properly touching? because if so that would explain why Anne.exe just fully stops working for a moment

anyway yeah I figured there was a chance you might have interesting thoughts/insight on this. it's almost 5am here, apologies if this is incoherent

I would say yes, yes indeed-- I've always considered this to be the first time in eight years that Anne and Wentworth touched.

My own thoughts are a bit inchoate but in terms of why I think the narration gets odd... I think there's a couple of reasons why the close third person with Anne becomes impersonal and a bit removed from the action:

Touch-starved Anne's overwhelmed so she's disassociating slightly / in too much shock to protest to take in what's happening

To show how social convention both provides a means of physical touch for the two estranged former fiancés, but also imposes a distance. Anne is getting into the carriage because of a social obligation imposed on her by Wentworth and his family-- to reject their offer now would be ruder than accepting it-- and it also provides a space of ambiguity as to the motives behind Anne's initial refusal and Wentworth's initial offer. Anne (and the reader) can wonder if he's motivated by a sense of social convention (gentlemen were expected to have a certain degree of gallantry to the ladies of a party) or by a personal desire not to see her suffer. Wentworth in turn, can be uncertain if Anne gave in after her initial refusal because she still is easily swayed by the arguments of others, or if she refused because she doesn't want to impose or be a burden.

It showcases Wentworth's active nature and social skills. As with the much lauded (and rightly so!) removal of the misbehaving toddler scene, it shows that even on land and in domestic matters, Wentworth is an active participant, who can fix problems as soon as he sees them and in ways that make everyone comfortable, without breaking the harmony of the social contract all members of the Regency gentry tended to value at this point in time.

It shows how Anne and Wentworth still have the capacity to communicate silently with each other-- something that becomes very important later, in the climax of the novel, with the letter-writing scene-- and can use the social dynamics of a group to their advantage-- again important in the letter writing scene. Wentworth here uses the obligation of Admiral and Mrs. Croft's offer to communicate silently (without saying a word, according to the text) to Anne and achieve his objective; later he uses the obligation of writing a letter for Harville and Benwick to once again communicate silently with Anne and achieve his objective of confessing his feelings and proposing by writing a letter.

I think it's also a very subtle little commentary on why Anne broke the engagement: the desire not to be a burden, combined with lack of familial support. She certainly didn't have Sophie and the Admiral in her corner back then. Plus, I think it's a little hint as to what she can expect in future: family that cares for her, that will notice when she needs help and automatically provide it for her.

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Hi! How are you? I saw that headcanon requests are open, so I was wondering if you would be willing to do platonic Giyuu and Tanjiro. Personally, I think they give off wholesome big bro/little bro vibes, but I would love to hear your head canons on these two, either tickles or non-tickles (or both!). It’s cool if you’re not interested, just thought I’d ask! Thank you! And I hope you have an awesome day!

Oo, absolutely! I love Giyu and Tanjiro- their bond is so wonderful! I've gotcha covered! :D

-Training together becomes a regular thing for them after a while. Giyu's soft spoken but patient, and Tanjiro's always eager to learn. Occasionally the Kamaboku squad will join, following their newfound “Big brother” for sword technique advice and various other things. Most of the time though, it’s usually just Tanjiro. Sometimes they cover water breathing techniques, and other times they simply sit and talk for a while.

-They get food together a lot. The local Udon shop recognizes them from how often they visit to eat post missions and training. Giyu likes it because he feels less awkward in the crowd, and Tanjiro likes it because he gets to spend more time with Giyu. Much like their meetups, they’ll sit and talk for awhile- sometimes falling into comfortable silences as they slurp down the tasty noodles.

-Tanjiro takes great pride when he can make Giyu laugh or smile- though he’ll never confess such a thing out loud. It feels really good, telling a solid joke or a funny story that gets a different expression from the older man. Giyu is rather hard to impress, so the few times he breaks and lets himself laugh feels like a trophy.

-Giyu is a grand listener- he’ll sit by and listen as Tanjiro vents, rages, cries, laughs- whatever the kid needs in that moment. He understands loss well, so even if he doesn’t know how to phrase what he wants to say, his presence alone helps tremendously. His hugs are a tad stilted and tense, but the genuine care is there.

- While he may not be great with speaking them, Giyu is good at writing words. Before missions, he’ll write individual letters to the Kamaboku squad- a “Just in case I’m gone” kind of deal. If he were to die on one of these demon hunts, he wants them to know how much they mean to him and how they’ve made his life better. They never see them, but he does show his care through carefully folded paper flowers his sister taught him to make many years ago. A different color for each person. He might have teared up when he saw them all wearing them one day.

Tickles below the cut!

- They’re both ticklish- this is canon here. Giyu’s Hashira training gives him the slight edge over Tanjiro though in terms of tickle wars.

- Mainly happens during training- things will be going well until Tanjiro decides to be a little sneak- poking at his sides in hopes to gain some sort of advantage over the older man. It rarely works- Giyu will have him on his back and squealing with laughter in minutes.

- With that said- Tanjiro has since mastered the art of “sneaky tickles”; silently creeping up on the older Hashira before attacking his ribs and sides from behind. Whether or not Giyu knows he’s doing it is beyond him, he just knows it works 99% of the time. Especially if he brings the Kamaboku squad to help.

- Outside of these, Giyu’s not likely to tickle him. At least, not directly. He might scribble some fingers against the back of his neck upon walking over, or he’ll poke the other’s side to wake him back up during a mission briefing, but normally he’ll let him be. Tanjiro on the other hand will absolutely go for tickle spots no matter where they are, much to the amusement of the Hashria.

- It’s all fun and games until Giyu scarifies him to the legendary Ten-Ren tickle team. Perhaps they would have had a chance to succeed if Giyu stuck around, but the man’s a runner- bolting and leaving poor Tanjiro to suffer alone. Since then- tickles wars have become personal. (At least- for like one fight. After that it returned to it’s usual goofy shenanigans.)

Thanks for reading!

#demon slayer #headcanons #tickle headcanons #tickle #fluff #tanjiro kamado #giyu tomioka #platonic #brotherly relationship #these two make me happy can't deny! #such sweet boys