#this is the first pic I have posted of him since he lost his front leg

[matan4il]

Daily update post:

This is what it looked like when a school bus with teenagers happened to find itself in an area being bombed by Hezbollah, in northern Israel the other day. The post says that these rockets evaded Iron Dome, but since this is an open area, it's more likely that ID simply didn't try to shoot it down, because it's only meant to intercept rockets it calculates will hit urban and residential areas.

And THIS is what it looks like when a rocket that is supposed to be intercepted by Iron Dome gets past it (in the southern city of Ashkelon, pic from Oct 17):

And THIS is what it looks like when a rocket IS intercepted by Iron Dome, but there's always debris, and it has to fall somehwhere (pic from Ashkelon, from yesterday):

And today, a rocket barrage was launched at the northern city of Kiryat Shmona from Lebanon, a civilian building was hit directly, responsibility was claimed by Hamas. This is a reminder for ignorant people asking how can there be so many dead when Israel is fighting just one terrorist organization? Israel is fighting more than one, on more than one front.

The family of a Hamas senior has been smuggled out of Gaza to Egypt. This is not the first time we find out that people affiliated with Hamas get to leave Gaza. ANYONE putting pressure on Israel to surrender to an antisemitic, genocidal terrorist organization, needs to explain why is that better than putting pressure on Hamas to surrender and release all the hostages immediately, or on Egypt (or Qatar) to allow in Gaza civilians, and not just the people with connections to a terrorist organization.

I've been listening to a lot of interviews about the innovation that Israel has had to employ, in tackling the urban war challenges that Hamas has presented it with in Gaza, the likes of which I'm not familiar with in modern warfare, and in emergency medicine. As I was listening yesterday to the story of the recovery of a soldier, which seems no less than miraculous, it suddenly hit me, that no matter how much the world is publicly condemning us, the second they can, they will privately rush here to learn from us. Whether people will recognize it or not (and let's be real, the latter is more likely), a lot of lives will be saved all over the world, thanks to the experience and breakthroughs Israel is currently accumulating in these tragic times.

This is Aviad Halevi.

On Oct 7, he was at the Nova music festival, with two of his friends. Aviad had a chance to flee Hamas' carnage, but he chose to stay with a wounded friend instead. Aviad was corresponding with his family, and his dad decided to grab a weapon, and drive into this area, still very much controlled by the terrorists at that point, in order to save Aviad and his friends. In order to get to their location, the father had to shoot terrorists he encountered on his way, and he did make it, but only to find three bodies. He loaded them into the back of his truck, which might have possibly saved them from becoming 3 more of the corpses held hostage by Hamas.

The next vid features Sabine Taasa, who lost on Oct 7 her husband and their 17 years old son, Or. There's another vid where she talks about what her own family went through, how she found two of her sons bleeding, the youngest without his eye, and how Koren told her that the terrorists killed Gil, his dad, asking why didn't they kill him as well. I might post it separately later. In this video, she talks about the hand drawn map found on one of the terrorists killed by Gil before he was murdered himself. I heard other survivors of Hamas' massacre mention these maps, which instructed the terrorists on who lived where, and on who to target first. The survivors said these maps could be in the hands of Gazan terrorists only thanks to Palestinians from Gaza who used to work in Israel, and many talked about their deep sense of betrayal.

May all of the murdered's memories be a blessing.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

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[w2soneshots]

Ready -W2S

Words: 0.9k+

Warnings: pregnancy.

In which you and Harry prepare for your baby to arrive.

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I unexpectedly found out that I was pregnant 6 months ago. I told Harry the night I found out, just after he'd been at a long sidemen shoot. He was shocked and we were both scared but also excited, and there was absolutely no question if we were or weren't going to keep it. Me and Harry have been together for just under 3 years, and had spoken about kids but it wasn't something we were thinking about now. Harry's so busy with videos, meetings etc. I'm very busy with my socials, I lost out on a PLT collab because I was pregnant. I went to the first scan with Faith because Harry couldn't miss a sidemen shoot. We found out that we were having a girl privately in our home then told everyone separately when we saw them.

It's been difficult so far but lately I've been feeling much better about it all. Harry has been trying to spend as much time with me as he possibly can and always profusely apologises when he can't be there for me, bless him. Faith has been a major help, I've also learned a lot about babies since I spend so much time with Olive. All of the boys have been sweet to. When we told them, Harry brought me along to a more sidemen shoot. As we were sitting on the couch Harry suddenly blurted out "by the way I'm gonna need a little time off soon." The boys were confused "what why?" Ethan asked. "Just to look after the baby." Harry said calmly. I tried desperately to hold in my smile. "Baby... what do you- OH MY GOD!" JJ jumped up with excitement. I smiled "surprise!" They all immediately began congratulating us.

Today it's Harry's day off and we're going shopping for the baby's nursery. We haven't had much spare time to buy anything. But one night, after he'd been out all day, Harry came home with a little white polar bear sleep suit along with some matching booties. My hormones were clearly all over the place because I ended up in tears because of how cute it was. I got up and ready, made some breakfast then woke Harry up. "Haz, wake up!" I said shaking him softly. He yawned "morning." he said with the morning voice I love so much. He got up, we had breakfast, he got dressed, then we left. We got a taxi into central London, payed and thanked the driver then headed straight into the first baby store I spotted.

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A few hours later after we'd had lunch and spent an unholy amount of money it was time to go home. We got a cab back to our house and Harry carried in all of the bags up through the the door and placed them in the (currently empty) nursery. That night we ordered a crib, dresser/changing table and a few other things we needed for the nursery, clearly buying things for the baby kick-started my brain into realising how un prepared we were.

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y/username: bump is bumpin (second pic is @wrotoshaw after we spent the entire day shopping😂🫶)

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The next day most of the things arrived, most importantly the crib and dresser. Harry had to be at a sidemen meeting so I decided to begin building some of the little, less heavy things. Later I heard the front door open and padded footsteps toward the nursery. "Hey." I said softly with a smile and tried to stand from my cross legged position. Harry practically launched forward to help me up. I laughed "thank you." and made a face. He furrowed his brows "what?" He asked with a slight smirk. "You're just really cute." I said and pecked him on the lips.

We ordered some dinner and after we ate we got straight back to working on the nursery. And thankfully I now had Harry to move all of the heavy things around. "No, the other way!" I said pointing from the instructions then back to the half built crib. "Ah, there we go!" he said as it clicked into place. Soon the entire crib was built, along with the dresser and everything else. It was pretty much done, just needed some decorations.

We stood by the door and admired the room. A tear slid down my cheek. "Are you ok?" Harry asked with slight panic in his voice. I looked at him "fine, I just- I was terrified when I first found out we were gonna have a baby, that would be my responsibility to keep alive and healthy. But now I- I feel ready to be a mum." I said with a sniffle. He smiled and pulled me into a soft hug. "You're gonna be an incredible mum." he said into my hair. I pulled back and smiled "and you'll be an amazing dad." I said. He placed a hand on my bump "I love you both so much." he said as his eyes flickered down to my belly. "We love you too."

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[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— Shoulder Check Showcase Edition

photo credits via instagram by _msfilms, henchcliffe_media, and greghorowitzphoto! all accounts are public dw! look at the tagged photos of the shoulder check on insta for more pics and the videos i took screenshots of!

22-23 Season & Summer Masterlist

p.s. kreider is in this bc it makes sense… sue me. tw to non rangers fans on him ig??

this is a long one to make up for all my short ones recently <3 (lie i just couldn’t shut up)

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yourusername “the shoulder signifies something very important. it’s a commitment to reaching out, checking in, making sure everybody is okay. it’s a small gesture with a very big impact— the impact being that kindness is cool.”

on august 3rd, trevor participated in the shoulder check showcase for the HT40 foundation post being drafted first overall for said showcase!

he was captain of team moulson (the black jerseys!), scored the eighth goal for the team with a pass from my good friend nesty! the fifth slide is his celly where the damn fool kissed his stick. (this was post him failing at the michigan about nine million times) (it’s your signature move, babe. get it together.)

🚨he also committed the only crime of the night!🚨(the refs didn’t penalize him and i’m guessing that was just to keep the fast pace going) (the crowd had other opinions) (so did i) what was the crime? HE TRIPPED CHRIS KREIDER! aka his summer training partner! don’t worry though! he was belittled at dinner with chris and i AND i made him sit in the bathroom for two minutes to account for his crimes<3

sorry you lost in a shootout, my love! but you missed two shootout goals so this is all your fault, captain!

thank you, father zegras, for being a founding board members for the HT40 foundation and being a huge part in this cause. as someone who has struggled in the past, the work that this foundation does really means a lot to me.

p.s. i loved seeing shatty/mom, nesty, sonny, and spencer! i’ve missed you guys! mwah!

remember besties: reach out, check in, and make contact. because kindness is a contact sport🩵

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[thepythakorean]

parallels between the boy and the heron and this painting, plus general analysis

Arnold Bocklin, Island of the Dead. 1880

i want to preface this by saying i am by no means an art history nerd, i just happen to know some stuff about the background of this painting in particular.

as soon as mahito is sucked into the tower floor he is standing at the shore of an island surrounded by an endless ocean. he is dwarfed by a large set of golden gates that say something like "those who seek my knowledge shall perish" and an even taller forest of cypress trees. these features all frame a white dolmen (primitive tomb usually made of giant rocks stacked like below) that beckons to him.

this scene immediately struck me since it has so many of the visual elements of the painting. mahito is even framed in the foreground to be so very small approaching these giant, daunting structures just like the boat heading for the island in the painting. besides the tombs, the cypress trees are also traditionally associated with mourning and death at least in europe/the mediterranean. other ghibli movies have lavish european aesthetics tied to characters (howl, yubaba, etc.) but it feels particularly intimate here given that mahito's great granduncle, the creator and ruler of this world, is apparently european and can only pass on his role to a direct descendant. (btw not saying the gaudy european decor signature of howl and yubaba aren't important to their characterization, it def is! i'm just saying it stood out to me in this movie especially.) the cliffs full of stone entrance passageways are prominent later in the movie as himi takes mahito through the parakeet's domain, and interestingly, in the delivery room where natsuko is, there is another dolmen behind her (can't find pics since the movie hasn't been uploaded yet urgh).

the backstory to the painting continues to parallel to the events of the story! so there's 5 versions of this painting. the first three versions were painted in a cemetery close to bocklin's residence which was also full of white headstones and sculptures, and cypress trees. one of his infant children, one of many children he lost, was buried there. the one i posted above is the first/second-- while bocklin was working on the first, a the soon-to-be wife of a politician visited his studio, saw the wip, and commissioned her own version with the added white figure and coffin to commemorate her first husband who had just died of diphtheria. already somewhat similar to how mahito's mother died in the hospital fire (well. she died from the fire but presumably she was there because she was sick) and when his father shortly remarried. these were also added to the initial wip and stuck in later versions of the painting. bocklin later wrote to her, "you will be able to dream yourself into the world of dark shadows". the movie is also very dreamlike-- it's a fantasy world filled with strange creatures, alternate versions of people he knows, and passages that seem to alter the fabric of time and space. people also seem to forget about it as soon as they leave even after spending long periods of time in it like a dream. the painting is also very dreamlike, but why? the warm lighting, maybe not in the version i posted but in a couple others, may explain it, but the island itself resembles the curtains and stage of a theater (referencing the audio clip below the description). even if it doesn't look EXACTLY like that to you, it's definitely a too-perfect little scene in a nebulous expanse of space. this theatrical quality is also shown in the movie by the parakeet uprising side plot as well as the scene when himi and mahito collapse in front of the delivery room-- the curtain falls directly in front of the viewer over them as though a stageplay just ended. oh and a friend mentioned to me how this is a classic hero's journey plot and mirrors orpheus in the underworld. island of the dead has also directly inspired NUMEROUS other works of art, including other paintings, stage productions, and symphonic poems. apparently the painting was so popular many people in berlin hung prints of it in their homes (i do too)! as i stated above though, a lot of the visual elements in the painting were already traditional symbols relating to death so i don't want to 100% conclude that miyazaki was directly inspired by this painting, he may have just also resonated with those symbols independent of bocklin which i still think is awesome.

the first time we see himi also reminded me of the painting. she's wearing a white dress and standing at the bow of a small wooden boat, and though her intentions are to save the warawara from the pelicans, she inevitably kills some of them too. visually and thematically she's like the white figure at the front of the rowboat in the painting. she acts as a guide for mahito (analogous to the rower? he traveled to this world of his own volition but needed a guide) for a good part of the movie and is a collage of life and death. she is a younger but kind of omniscient version of his dead mother; she's known all along she is mahito's mother but is about to be born into the world by the end of the movie and accepts her fate happily. she can control fire which envelops her like how she died in the real world, but is harmless to the touch unless she directs it as a weapon, and as we see with the warawara and pelicans it helps creation but also destroys much like fire's role in the natural world. natsuko, though a separate person from himi, is still connected as a sibling, and we see her wandering into the forest at the beginning of the movie while wearing white like himi, back turned to mahito, and that is what prompts him to first enter the tower. the strange nature of her character that doesn't adhere to a proper time or space parallels the way the white figure completely stands out in the painting, at least the ones with darker lighting. another crazy parallel surrounding fire and wwii between the painting and the movie is that the fourth version of this painting was destroyed during wwii due to bombing, again like how mahito's mother's hospital was presumably set on fire by bombing during the war.

the looming effects of war alluded to throughout the movie eventually tie into its resolution, when mahito accepts his new family that he initially rejected, his own imperfect being, and the fact that one must seek out love to be happy in this bitch of a world. his great granduncle is confused as to why mahito wouldn't want to recreate his own world like him. why would you want to return to the world that killed your mother and rejects you as a person? the world that forces your people to die in war and will eventually drop the deadliest weapon mankind has ever seen even a century from now onto your home? you can make everything perfect here! he's created something of a "paradise" himself, full of lush tropical plants, parakeets, and strange insects (some of them looked like the bugs from nausicaa, another fantastical world of lush nature which is also threatened by war. interesting), almost like a garden of eden, and it so happens to be at the very top of the tower. funnily enough, bocklin also painted this several years later:

Arnold Bocklin, Island of Life. 1888

i don't know much about this one so idk if it's an explicit companion piece to the island of the dead but it certainly looks like it. the similarities are now less apparent to the movie if there are any, it's much less lush but there are exotic plants and uh birds and stuff. this is definitely more likely a case of shared inspiration from the symbols themselves rather than movie directly looking at the painting. anyway clearly the promise of a perfect paradise isn't real, as this is interrupted by a war of his own unwitting creation, the uprising of the parakeets he wanted to breed in a paradise that literally bring about the end of the world. no world will ever be perfect when left long enough to its own devices. life finds a way! plus, this world was created through so much death (the construction workers in hazardous conditions, the way the tower keeps spiriting people away. btw in the english sub mahito's dad calls the whole ordeal a "disappearance" but he says "kamikakushi" in japanese which means "hidden by god" in reference to people who mysteriously disappeared as if from supernatural circumstances and yes that's the word they used in the japanese title of spirited away!!!) and is on the verge of collapsing from reality every three days just because of some building blocks?? the real world may be on fire but it'll go out/burn less badly someday, and at least it won't completely disappear in a snap, not in an easily imagined timescale for a human anyway. it's up to you to make the best of it, and this is what mahito decides. there are also visual allusions to other ghibli movies about the constantly present threat or consequences of war. the only other landmark aside from the island mahito lands on is a line of ships which kiriko later tells him are all fake. it immediately reminded me of the stream of planes in porco rosso which were the souls of dead fighter pilots moving on. the shadow people in the swamp were also reminiscent of those in the train in spirited away, which are never explained to my knowledge but the given that spirited away's characters are largely spirits and the way souls are so similarly designed in this movie makes me feel that they were also souls of people in spirited away.

through this imagined otherworld, there is also the blurring of lines between life and death, reality and imagination. himi plus her dyad with natsuko (they're sisters AND they look exactly the same AND both are mother figures to mahito) are great examples of this. mahito's mother is gone, he knew this and set foot into the world anyway. he rejected natsuko as his new mother but in going through the struggles of the tower he comes to accept familial love for her and even keeps confusing "natsuko" and "mom" while reaching out to her in the delivery room. a family is made up of different people but inevitably you will see each other in each person. in the delivery room scene we see the paper hanging from the ceiling lash out to attack and stick to mahito like tape, it even leaves red marks on him. this is one of the best scenes in the movie to me because of its visual contrast to him rushing to save his mother in the fire. in the fire scene, the real world around him is blurred and distorted and at times so is mahito and especially his mother. the fire doesn't seem to burn him or his clothes (i could be remembering that wrong tho) and the scene cuts off before it shows him possibly going in further. in the delivery room, everything is drawn with clean lineart, no stylization. there is no mistaking the reality of this situation even though this world is conjured, the dawning realization upon mahito that this person is his mother is so visceral that he actively fights through the paper literally snapping its jaws and natsuko spitting her hatred towards him. when mahito is ready to leave the tower, himi leaves through a separate door to be born as his mother sometime in the past though she is not a warawara and knows what has happened/will happen, an exception that further demonstrates the nonlinear nature of time and space in the movie.

after coming out of the tower, the heron tells mahito he should forget everything that happened in there. even his grandmother seemed to have forgotten the whole year she spent in there (it seems like tower time reflects irl time judging by the events of the movie). anything that comes out doesn't just disappear, it transforms into a real-life counterpart as we saw with the pelicans leaving as they were (presumably minus the ability to speak) and the parakeets going from big bloodthirsty things to regular parakeets. so mahito can't just forget, especially because he comes out changed from his experiences in there, not just himself personally but also his changed relationships with natsuko and the heron, and also his little souvenirs. then the movie abruptly ends with mahito narrating that they left for tokyo again shortly after the war ended. i like to think that this was a hopeful ending where mahito maintained that character development and was able to welcome natsuko and his new sibling into his family while being able to seek more friends and family in the future. i've seen other analyses talking about how this movie was semi-autobiographical for miyazaki and i can see it, how events early in his life shaped his personality and how he had to fight to find beauty in a world that otherwise treated him poorly, so i'm glad he ended the movie on that note, although in less words. pretty similar to how spirited away ended, although there was arguably more loss involved, but still hopeful, and that's what i find so powerful about this movie. and like this movie, spirited away involves a dyad between yubaba and zeniba as a device for the hardships and beauty of life, how they're not so discreet at times. as a last kindasorta tie-in to bocklin's work, i'll point again to the island of life which was created after the island of the dead, plus a composition directly inspired by the island of the dead, a symphonic poem with the same title written by sergei rachmaninoff. the last time i listened to this was in high school and it's like. 20 minutes long so i'm too impatient to give it a relisten now but from my vague recollection plus some quick searches it's a very somber piece that escalates into emotional climaxes yet still contains warmer tones, and goes back to the same "rowing" motif at the end. it weaves together evocations of life and death in one piece, also illustrating how the two really are so closely connected.

tl;dr, this was me the entire movie because miyazaki SEEMS to be heavily inspired by this one symbolist painting i happen to like a lot:

also also here's a self portrait of bocklin:

yes, all of his paintings are that cool.

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[seresinsbabe]

Conveniently Yours 7

pic is not mine it's from pinterest

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

Synopsis: In a desperate attempt to pay for your mom's cancer treatment you take a job as a dancer at one of NYC's prestigious strip clubs where you meet Jake Seresin who just happens to need a wife.

Warnings: Mentions of cancer, cancer treatment and cancer treatment.

Word count: 3.3k

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You stared at the shockingly white cooked chicken being carried by a waiter who looked like he was one shitty customer away from setting this place on fire. These five star, Michelin rated restaurants were something you didn’t think you would ever be able to get used to. You were used to restaurants that had lunch time deals and happy hours. Not restaurants that served foie gras on a bed of summer greens with a delightfully sweet raspberry glaze. Whatever the fuck that meant.

“What’s with these upscale places and their aversion to seasonings? That chicken was paler than a cloud.” Jake coughed on his drink as he tried to fight a laugh. His fist covered his mouth as his eyes looked up to find you leaning over the table so you could whisper your query. There was the slightest lop-sided grin on your lips and a bit of mischievous glint in your eyes. 

This was a side of you Jake hadn’t experienced since those first weeks — before he turned cold. You’d made him laugh with your lack of a filter more often than not, and almost always at the worst of moments. Though it did make for some convincing paparazzi shots.

It took him a moment and a couple throat clears before he was able to respond. 

“Are you saying you’re having a bad time?” Jake’s slightly bushy yet still neatly formed eyebrow cocked at you. You just shrugged and sat back in your seat, smoothing out the silk napkin in your lap. 

“All I’m saying is that I know a few places that are ten times less stuffy with food ten times better than this.” There were parts of New York, your version of New York, that Jake had surely never seen. Places that he would likely never step foot in on his own accord.

Suddenly Jake was slapping a handful of bills on the table, enough to cover the drinks and a hefty tip, then he was grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the building.

“What? Did I piss you off?”

At this point you didn’t know what you were going to get with him. He was either going to play nice or he was going to be a dick. The urgency in how you’d left the restaurant had you thinking he was going to give you the latter version of him.

“Huh? Wha-no! No…” he hesitated. “I just thought you could show me your side of New York.”

Your side of New York.

Jake was letting go of the control he seemed so intent on always maintaining to let you show him around. A camera flashed somewhere in the distance, the bright light blinding you momentarily in the dark street. It was a stark reminder of what was out there. Jake had been so careful to curate your guys’ every move so that the paparazzi would only catch you two in situations he wanted them to catch you in. They had no clue that for weeks he’d brought woman after woman into the house. Or that you’d been sleeping with his best friend in secret. They had no clue this was all a front because Jake made sure of it. This wasn’t in his plan.

“What about them,” you nodded your head in the direction the flash had come. “What if they catch you slumming it at holes in the wall?” For a second his demeanor changed – he was contemplating the point you had made. Calculating in his head if it was worth it. 

As soon as it had changed it was back again.

“Fuck ‘em.” There it was – that subtle Texan accent that you only heard every so often. It was so much stronger with his parents and you had to wonder if Jake had lost it or if he purposely disguised it. “I’ll get the car.” You just nodded and stared after him as he walked up to the valet. It was only a minute later that Jake was opening the door for you to get in.

In an uncharacteristically Jake move he had chosen to go without a driver or security tonight. Or at least you didn’t notice security. There’s been several times they popped up and scared the shit out of you. So it was highly possible they were lurking in the shadows. 

“Alright, where to first?” 

“23rd and 6th.” You answered without a second thought. 

It took some time to get through the NYC dinner time traffic, but eventually Jake pulled up. It was one of those restaurants with faded pictures of food on their menu. In your experience those places always had the best food. No need to fancy up their menu when it had been working just as well in the thirtieth year as it did in the first.

“Great Burrito?” The tone in Jake’s voice had you giggling. “It would only make sense for a Mexican restaurant to also serve pizza in a city like this.” He shook his head and you laughed a little louder. He did have a point. That would only make sense in the Big Apple.

You could tell he was reluctant to get out of the car, but when Jake saw you get out so quickly he followed suit. A doorbell chimed, announcing to the restaurant there was a new customer. By now the dinner rush had mostly ended, but there were a few stragglers. Jake stood next to you, his head craned up to look at the menu above the counter.

“Come on, you’re from Texas, aren’t there taquerias there?” You nudged him with your elbow and his head moved slowly to look down at you. His brows furrowed as he processed your question but eventually the creases went away as he relaxed.

“Ye-yeah. There was a place like this on UT’s campus – Vaquero Taquero.” He smiled softly and you smiled with him. “Spent a lot of drunk nights there and a few other places.” Jake chuckled.

There was glint in his eyes and you found yourself wanting to know more about what he was like in college. Bradley had told you some stories, but not much. Most of your time spent with him wasn’t exactly spent talking – unless you counted the dirty talk.

His hand came to hover just over the small of your back as you stepped up to order. Jake’s fingers brushed ever so slightly against the fabric of your coat and you found yourself wanting to feel his palm spread over the area. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done that in public before, why was he being so hesitant about it now?

“Two tacos al pastor and one tamarindo agua.” It was your go to order, always al pastor tacos and always the tamarindo agua fresca. You listened to Jake’s order, wanting to know what he liked. Two carne asada tacos, one chorizo taco and a guava Jarritos. That one took you a bit by surprise. Jake didn’t strike you as a guava kind of guy. Or even a Jarritos kind of guy. 

The first few minutes of the meal were spent in silence, savoring the taste of the tacos while they were still freshly warm. You didn’t have to guess if Jake was enjoying them. That was evident by the way he devoured the first taco in no time flat. He was normally so calm, cool and collected. He ate his dinner so proper, this was like a drunk frat boy eating his first meal after one too many keg stands. 

Honestly it was refreshing. Tonight you got to enjoy the side of Jake that you first met. It was giving you a bit of whiplash – the way he was changing back and forth between personalities. Of course you were expecting him to go back, to turn back into that asshole that you’d started to hate. You still wondered what had changed. Why he’d gotten so cold, but that was something you were sure he wouldn’t ever share with you. Marriage or not, this was still a business transaction. There wasn’t a need for the two of you to get that intimately close.

“When was the last time you went back to Texas?” Jake took a moment to think, chewing slower as he thought. 

“I haven’t been back since I graduated with my MBA so…” he paused again, his eyes looking up at the ceiling as he silently counted the years in his head. “Ten years.”

Ten years seemed like such a long time when he’d spent more than half his life in the state. Was he just that busy or was there a deeper reason why he hadn’t gone back.

“Do you plan on visiting again?”

He shrugged and then nodded his head, leaning back against his seat. Jake brought a napkin up to his lips to roughly wipe away any taco remnants from his mouth. 

“I’m sure, UT has asked me to give the commencement speech this coming graduation. I haven’t accepted yet, but I probably will. Dad keeps talking about moving back, but I don’t think mom will ever go back.” That didn’t really surprise you.

Jake’s mom was snobby enough that she was living up the New York socialite stereotype. As were her daughters. Then again, maybe they were like that in Texas. You didn’t really care to know. As far as you were concerned Mrs. Seresin was just a thorn in your side you had to endure until your impending divorce with her son. She didn’t have to like you and you didn’t have to like her.

“What about you, what was your college experience like?”

“Definitely nothing like I’m sure yours was.” You left out a sigh that slightly resembled a half-hearted laugh. “I was trying to work my way through nursing school until mom got sick and then I had to drop out.” You shrugged, trying to play it off like it was no big deal.

Only it was a big deal. This wasn’t how you’d planned for your life to go and it certainly wasn’t how your mother had planned for your life to go either. It wasn’t her fault, no one had planned for your father to die or for your mother to get cancer. You were simply dealt a bad hand of cards and were trying to pull off a bluff. Trying to fake it til you made it.

Jake could feel the frown tugging at the corner of his lips. The contrast between the two of your and your lives was so different. Yet, despite it all you were still warm and sweet, even when he didn’t deserve it. Which he didn’t most of the time. He felt a little jealous of Bradley. Jake knew his friend got to see more of your sweetness than he did. 

The door chimed as it opened and let in a bit of cold air that caused you to shiver. Jake noticed and stood up, grabbing your empty plates and tossing them in the nearby trash. 

“Home?” It was a simple question and you answered just as simply with a nod. 

It was much more comfortable in his car on the drive home. The heat and seat warmers made you so comfortable you were borderline falling asleep. 

“What time do we need to be at the hospital tomorrow?” Jake’s soft voice brought you back from the edge of sleep. Up until now you’d forgotten that he had promised to go to your mom’s chemo with you. Honestly you hadn’t expected him to even go at all. 

You stared at him for a long second. Studying him and trying to decipher if he was being sincere.

“Eight, are you sure you want to go? It’s going to be a long day and she sleeps most of the time.” You usually brought something to read or a book of crosswords to do while there. It wasn’t anything exciting, more like saddening. Watching someone fight for their life. 

Jake just nodded and reached over, squeezing your hand. 

“Yeah, I know I’ve been an ass, but I want to do better even if this marriage is fake.” That tugged at your heart. Through all this you’d felt alone. Sure you had Nat and Bob, but they weren’t as intertwined with this as Jake was. It was his money affording the treatment. Jake was the sole reason your mom was able to fight for her life without you having to sell your body at some high end club. Now he was trying to support you in a way that was more than just financially and you could help but feel drawn to him more than you had in the past few weeks. 

Jake opened your door, his hand hovering over the small of your back as you walked to the elevator. 

“Thank you,” you started after a mostly quiet ride up to the penthouse. “Means a lot.” Your throat constricted a bit and you avoided contact with his eyes so he wouldn’t see the tears building up. His hand reached over and squeezed yours again. Your eyes locked on the sight of your hands connected. You let them linger for a long while before slowly letting them slip apart. 

“Eight am?” he asked. “Eight am.” You confirmed,

–

Hospitals always smelled the same. A little bit of bleach mixed with despair, pain and a little bit of happiness. Sometimes it was nauseating, but you’d grown used to it. When you had to drop out of nursing school you had just finished your first semester of clinicals. 

Today the chemo room was mostly empty. Just one other person on the other side of the room, an older man sitting with a much younger woman. His granddaughter you figured given the way they had been interacting all morning. A bittersweet image as the man looked like he was a shell of himself. He was frail and couldn’t move without assistance from someone. So frail that you were certain it wasn’t entirely the treatment that had caused it. 

It wasn’t unusual for the room to be cold. By now you had gotten into the habit of bringing a couple blankets and dressing warm for the long day. One or two for yourself and extra for your mom. 

“You sure you don’t have anything better to do today?” You half whispered to Jake who was sitting next to you reading an article in a worn Forbes magazine. 

He hummed and turned his head towards you before the question finally registered. He shook his head and closed the magazine but kept his pointer finger between the pages. Keeping his place. 

“Positive.” He sounded positive, but that didn’t stop you from feeling bad. Surely Jake Seresin had better things to do than sit around in a hospital with his fake fiancée while her mother got treatment for breast cancer. “It’s almost noon, we should eat something, you should eat something. Don’t think I didn’t notice you skipped breakfast.” Jake raised his eyebrows at you and you just rolled your eyes. 

You hardly ever ate on Chemo days. Your focus was more on your mom and it was hard to work up an appetite seeing her like this. Even if she was just asleep in a chair. Still you relented and took the card he had fished out of his wallet. His eyes followed you until he couldn’t see you anymore before he turned back to the magazine. 

“She’s a good girl,” your mother’s frail voice made Jake jump a bit. He hadn’t heard her talk much. A few words here and there. Then again, this was the most time he’d spent in her presence since you two had “been together”. “She deserves more than what she’s been given.”

He looked towards her, his green eyes softening at the sight of her. There was a weak but loving smile on her face and her eyes were half lidded. No doubt tired from the taxing treatment she was going through. It was something Jake hoped he never had to go through himself. Something he hoped that no one would ever have to go through, but life didn’t work that way. He made a mental note to donate a hefty chunk of money towards cancer research. It was the least he could do. 

“I thought you were asleep?” This time he fully put the magazine down, focusing his attention on your mom. 

“No,” she shook her head ever so slightly and chuckled just a bit. “I’m never fully asleep, I just want her to think so. It’s easier on her that way and on me. I love that girl but if I have to hear her ask if I’m okay every five minutes I’ll go insane.” You could go a little overboard with that. And you knew it, but she was your mom. How could you not constantly check in on her? For so long you had lived under the same roof with her. It had been easy to keep tabs on her and her health, now it was harder.

Jake let out a chuckle of his own. Before your mom had “fallen asleep” he was sure you had asked her that question at least ten times. So much that even he was tempted to curb it somehow, but he knew this had to be driving you crazy. That you were probably scrambling for some way to help in any way you could.

“I get it, though. First we lost her dad and then I got cancer. It’s been hard on her, but she’s always tried to act like she can take on the world. And she probably can,” the woman mused softly, “but she shouldn’t have to.” Her eyes got watery and Jake handed her a tissue, feeling his own heart clench. “Why are you doing this?” The question came out of left field. Jake wasn’t sure how much your mom knew, but it sounded like he was about to find out. The confused look on his face prompted your mom to expand on her question. “I mean why are you helping me? Helping her?” He supposed it was a fair question. 

Jake bit his lip, pondering it for a moment. The easy answer would be that it was mutually beneficial. That you were helping him just as much as he was helping you. And in the beginning of this that answer probably would have sufficed, but he knew there was more to it now. He just didn’t know how much more and he wasn’t sure what “more” entailed. 

Before he could get the chance to answer you showed back up. He only knew that because your mom had closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep just moments before the door to the room opened. 

“Alright so there was nothing good down there, Pizza that looked like it was at least a day old and dry chicken fingers so I ordered us food instead. Figured you wouldn’t mind?” You trailed off sheepishly and held his card out.

Jake just shook his head. “No, I don’t mind.” 

Really he didn’t. He would rather you spend the money on food you would actually eat versus waste it on gross food that might find its way back up later. You nodded your head in the direction of your mom, silently asking how she was doing. “She’s fine, been sleeping the whole time.” He lied through his teeth. No need to let you know that he had been talking about you with your mother. Even if it was nothing juicy. 

It was a little nice, talking to your mom for that tiny period of time. She let him have the tiniest sliver of information on you and he found himself wanting more conversations like that with her. If you weren’t going to open up to him maybe your mom would give him what he wanted to know. 

“You’re absolutely positive you want to be here?” You asked again.  “Ask me that one more time and I’m posting the security footage of you singing Hit Me Baby One More Time into a spatula on instagram.”

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[canonicallyobserving911]

In 6B... it will be Eddie’s turn to answer Chris’ questions about his second dad

When Buck gets struck by lightning and is injured in 6x10 “In a Flash”, it will be Eddie’s turn to answer Chris’ questions about his second dad Buck.

The conversation Eddie had with Hen in 6x9 “Red Flag” could have been foreshadowing for the conversation he will have with Chris after Buck gets injured in 6x10.  Eddie tried to reassure Hen that she handled Denny’s questions about his birth parents pretty well.  He said, “You handled it pretty well. You answered his questions... when there’s more, you’ll answer those too.”  She replied, “I guess.  I just wish I knew where this was coming from” and he responded, “He almost lost one of his moms” and then he continued to explain how it’s not unusual for Denny to want to know more about his birth mother since he almost lost one of his moms.

Well... in 4x14 “Survivors”, who answered Chris’ questions after he almost lost one of his dads?

His second dad Buck!

After Buck entered Chris’ bedroom, Chris’ first question was, “Where’s dad?” 

Buck replied, “He uh... he’s not coming home tonight, Chris.”

When Chris asked, “Why not?”, Buck had to explain how Eddie got hurt at work.  Chris then asked him if Eddie was hurt in a fire.  He explained that Eddie didn’t get hurt in a fire but that he was hurt by someone.  Chris asked if it was a bad guy and Buck said it was a bad guy.  Their conversation continued with Chris asking questions and Buck answering them.

Buck answered all of his son’s questions regarding his dad including the one about if he was going to be ok but he didn’t answer that question until after he received a text message from Bobby stating that Eddie was out of surgery and the doctors said everything went well.

One of the BTS pics for 6B shows Gavin at the hospital and it was released around the same time as the BTS pic (included below) that shows Athena’s, Bobby’s, Chimney’s, Hen’s and Maddie’s floor markers placed in front of what appears to be a hospital room.  Everyone’s floor markers where placed on the floor except for Buck’s and Eddie’s (related post).

The 6B teaser trailer shows both Buck and Eddie being struck by lightning but Eddie will be closer to the ground since he will be operating the ladder’s controls; therefore, his injuries may not be as severe as Buck’s.

If his injuries aren’t life threatening, then it’s likely he will have a conversation with Chris to answer all of his questions about Buck the same way Buck answered all of Chris’ questions about Eddie after he got shot.

Reminder, Chris asked Buck if the doctors who were working on Eddie would be like the doctors that fixed him.  So... he may ask Eddie the same question about Buck’s doctors in 6B 👀👀.

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[stickeefries]

Note: I am so sorry about the wait. I had said I would post in a few days but a lot has happened lol. So my house lost a fight with a tree and now there is a hole in it. I'll post pics of it later. My parents are getting a divorce and to top it all off I had state testing yayyy.

Looking at his still body felt wrong. Adam was always moving, even in his sleep. Whether it was his wings fluffing up or his thumb fidgeting with something, he was moving. As Lute watched him, she wanted to sob. It has been a few days since she stayed in hell with his body. In those days she hasn’t moved a centimeter, not to eat or to drink. She couldn’t without the reason for her to live lying in front of her unmoving.

Everything was a blur. Lute doesn’t remember anything clearly once Adam stopped moving. She vaguely remembers calling for Shiloh after Lucifer ordered them to leave his domain. She guesses that she promoted Shiloh to lead the exorcists and sent them back to heaven. They should be okay for the time being. Unless Sera decides to create more problems. She hopes that doesn’t happen.

Movement near her causes Lute to snap out of her thoughts. Her head twists at the sight of Charlie, holding a plate of food, making her way toward them. The princess of hell had been visiting every day since the fight. She brought food every time and attempted to get Lute to talk, but she was met with silence. Charlie sat beside Lute, still a respectable distance from Adam. (She learned the hard way how protective Lute is, even with his body.) The plate was set in front of the angel, a simple ham sandwich on the smooth white porcelain. Lute’s movements were slow and sluggish as she ate to offered food, Charlie had to take a bite of the food the first few times before Lute would believe that there was no poison.

Charlie spoke about what had been happening at the hotel as Lute nibbled on the food. They had finished repairs and were now working on a security system and a guest system. She spoke about how she now realizes that not all sinners are worthy of redemption, Valentino taught her that. Soon though, she went unto the topic of the exorcists. “Why did they want to hurt us like that? They had a choice whether to go or not, didn’t they?” Her question was spoken with such innocence and honest curiosity that it shot Lute through her heart. This was the person Adam and her were fighting a few days ago. So was so much like Emily it hurt.

It was silent for a few moments, Charlie opened her mouth to speak again but was interrupted. “No, we didn’t,” Lute spoke so softly and quietly that Charlie wondered if she had spoken at all if it wasn't for the angel looking at her sandwich in contemplation. “We didn’t have a choice.” She repeated a bit louder this time. Lute turned to Charlie, and the pain in her eyes surprised the princess. “We would have been killed.”

“.....What?” Charlie’s voice shook, her face slackened with surprise. Her remark would not be answered, not today. Lute had finished the last few bites of her sandwich and turned back to Adam. She would not speak again, even no matter how much Charlie would try to get her to. The plate would be pushed towards the other, a silent plea to be left alone. Charlie would sigh and leave with the plate, just as she had done for the past few days.

Days had turned into two weeks, Charlie visiting every day with a plate of food and spoken questions that would not be answered. Every time Charlie would try to convince her to leave. That he was dead. Lute wouldn’t listen. His body had never changed, the golden blood on him had dried ages ago, it clung to his clothes, his skin, and his hair. Even so, nothing had changed. Lute knows what a dead angel looks like, this isn’t it. She has seen him do this before, not for this long, but it has happened before. He was healing. He would get better. She knows that he will.

Charlie was here again, with an egg sandwich. But this time she wasn’t alone, Vaggie stood behind her. “I hope you don’t mind that I brought Vaggie.” Lute didn’t even twitch a muscle. The plate was sat in front of her, it was left there. It had been a few days since Lute stopped eating. Charlie had hoped that maybe Vaggie could convince her to eat, to leave. It was why she convinced her girlfriend to join her this time, she practically begged her.

“Lute, I don’t want to be here as much as you don’t want me here. Charlie is worried about you though.” Vaggie started, she sat next to Lute as she spoke. “You need to eat, take a shower, and relax. You can’t stay here and kill yourself for him. He is dead. There is nothing you can do to change that.” No matter how hard they try nothing would work. Vaggie spoke to her with such sincerity that surprised Lute. She had never spoken to them like that. Not even when she was still an exorcist. But even this didn’t work.

Vaggie sighed and turned back to Charlie, shaking her head. She stood and walked towards the hotel owner. “I don’t think anything will make her leave. She is killing herself for him.” At her words, Charlie made a sound of frustration.

“I just don’t get why she would do that for a man like him.” She spoke with such anger her words shook, as she motioned towards Adam. Vaggie only shrugged. She doesn’t know why either. Adam was rude, sexist, and cruel. He destroys anything and everything good. At least from that, they know of him.

At this Lute’s hand twitched, the first movement she had made in days. “Wait. Did you see that?” Charlie hurried towards Lute. Vaggie is not far behind her. “Her hand twitched.” The fallen angel shook her head. They waited for a few moments, hoping for more movement. Charlie sighed and turned from Lute. “I must have imagined it....”

“I’m sorry Charlie. I know that you were hoping for Lute to get better.” Vaggie tried to soften the blow, in vain. Dejected Charlie picked up the now cold egg sandwich. She slowly walked towards the hotel. “Let's try again tomorrow.” The ex-exorcist offered, only getting a half-hearted nod and a soft sure.

Lute continued to watch Adam intently. They don’t get it. They don’t know him like she does. They don’t know the Adam that would cook for her, the Adam that would hold her, the Adam that would force her to preen because ‘It is important to take fucking care of yourself Dangertits,’ the Adam that would offer to preen for her. ‘I’ll do a better job bitch.’ Sure he has his problems, he comes with damage, but he sure as hell was the best boyfriend she had ever had. She will be the best girlfriend he has had, do what they never did for him. She will stay just as she had promised. Even with people telling her how bad this is for her, and how she should leave. She won't. She can’t leave him. Not like they did.

She remembers the first time she got sick. It was about a month after they started dating. She was worried that if Adam found out he would think she was weak. But when he did find out (He found out because she collapsed after a spar) he didn’t think that. Instead, she opened her eyes to his worried face. He took her to their home, made her soup, and forced her on bed rest. He took care of her with no judgment. That was the day she learned that he could never think of her as weak. That he would love her no matter what.

That day means everything to her. The fact that he shattered those thoughts with a few simple moves amazed her. He makes her so happy and feel so loved. The thought of being without that breaks her. Lute will never leave him. Because she needs him too. She needs him in her life. Without him, there is no point in life. No point in existing. Adam is her everything and that is perfectly fine with her.

As her thoughts pass through her mind, a new day breaks. Soon Charlie and Vaggie returned, this time with a grilled cheese. Despite their hopes, nothing changed from the day before. Lute didn’t move or answer them, all she did was watch Adam. They spoke to each other of their worries. How long would this go on? How far would Lute take it?

Just as they turned to leave, Lute did something they didn’t expect. She moved, closer to Adam, but she still moved. Charlie rushed towards Lute but stopped after she noticed something. Her face twisted with an unreadable emotion. “Charlie? What's wrong.” Vaggie asked after she was next to the other. Charlie lifted her hand and pointed at Adam.

“He’s breathing.” She whispered. “He’s breathing!” She shouted not long after. For a moment Vaggie didn’t believe her, but then she looked at Adam. His chest raised and lowered with the motion of inhaling and exhaling. The motion of life. Adam was alive and Lute wasn’t crazy.

At this moment Lute couldn’t breathe. She was right this whole time. Adam was alive. He was doing as he had before, healing. She watched as his hand twitched, movement alighting in him once again. That wrongness she felt the entire time started to fade. He was moving again. His face scrunched up as he tried to open his eyes. “Adam.” She whispered as gently as the wind. “Adam” She repeated after a moment. Adam’s eyes opened slowly, gold peered at her.

As he moved to sit up, Lute lunged for him. She pressed into his chest and spoke only for him to hear. “I was so scared.” Her voice cracked and warped with tears as they slipped down her cheeks. Adam felt a warmth fill him, she stayed and she feared, all for him. He circled his arms around her, squeezing her perfectly into himself. They fit like a puzzle.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke into her ear, his voice soft and smooth. “I asked you not to leave, but left you instead.” Shame waved through him. He lowered his head onto her shoulder, pressing her further into him. “I promise not to leave you again.” He spoke with such finality that she felt her fear seep away from her.

Lute shook her head in his chest. “You had no choice. We know that.” And she was right. It was a magic he had no control of. As if it was ingrained into his very bones. Whenever he was hurt more than he could heal normally, he would fall into a deep sleep. One that nothing could wake him from, not even a cry from a loved one. He would only wake when healed. They used to wonder why or how it happened, was it a gift? A curse? They never got answers. Now they just know it will happen and there was nothing they could do about it.

The first time it happened was after Adam let a demon go. Sera was angered, she had said that would mean treason against heaven. She could not kill him though, the Archangels would find out what she was doing. So she hurt him instead. Adam had many scars from that instance and others that showed he never learned. She used Lilith against him, Eve, but it didn’t work. He always healed, and he always did it again. when Lute found him hurt and unconscious she was terrified- had demons gotten into heaven? When he woke three days later she learned that heaven wasn’t as great as she originally thought. It wasn’t a time she wanted to remember.

This was how it should be. As they held each other everything else faded. They were safe. It doesn’t matter that they don’t know what will come, just that they were together. No matter what comes at them, that is how it always be. Nothing will tear them apart, not even the gods.

As the two angels held each other, Charlie and Vaggie were amazed. Lute was right. He wasn’t dead. But how? How was that possible? He was stabbed through the back. He bled out. Despite all of this, they still watched as Lute hugged her very alive general. Charlie took a step towards them, hesitant and slow. Her breath was shallow and quick. For the first time, she didn’t know what to do.

#hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel fandom #adam x lute #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel fanfiction #starvation #lute needs therapy #adam needs therapy #adam and lute arent bad #hazbin lute #hazbin hotel charlie #vaggie #charlie x vaggie #adam and lute have a healthy relationship

[g-xix]

sry for this but whats happpened with danny, tennessee, and his ex?? im so lost 😭

RIGHT, SO:

? - 2023 NOV - Danny Aarons has a girlfriend. He mentioned her occasionally on stream, on the Fellas pod, on a Sidecast... A clip on TikTok showed a woman giving him a kiss on stream (presumably before going out or whatevs) which every1 assumed to be his girlfriend... And also showed a lot of hate over, j being overall quite rude to her physically and displaying that the average demographic of the Danny Aarons audience is insecure, adolescent boys with little to know common knowledge of basic decency.

1st - 16th Nov 2023 - Locked In SZN! Sooo locked in is where everything kinda went left... Danny entered into Locked In as a man in a relationship, and made this quite clear to everyone else within the house, telling the girlies (Shannon Langdon, Kaci-Jay, Tennessee Thresh, Ash Holme n Madam Joyce) that he was in a relationship. Despite acknowledging and telling these girls that he was in a relationship however, he still acted debatebly... flirty with some of the other girls, including Kaci Jay and Tennessee, which didn't go amiss by fans as shown my fan edits (1 & 2 for Kaci's example, and 1 Tennessee edit i found)... So in summary, Danny went onto locked in WITH a girlfriend, TOLD everyone that he had a girlfriend, and STILL flirted with other girlies. Naturally, this did make Danny's gf feel uncomfortable and there's screenshots of stories she posted which displays how she felt watching Locked In during November 2023 when she, as his girlfriend, watched him every night just flirt with other girls:

And they're so freaking valid tbh.

Post!Locked In - Gf breaks up with Danny So then yeah, naturally, Danny gets left, having just embarrassed his girlfriend and disrespected his relationship in front of MILLIONS watching Locked In. But for some reason, nobody really seems to empathise with Danny's ex that much, but rather, everyone casts their attention moreso to Tennessee, who gets even more flirty with Danny, now that he's broken up- literally saying she'll shag him.

Between Nov - Jan Hate towards Danny's ex has increased exponentially since Danny's moved on. Often times it's direct hate, simply name calling and physically shaming her, other times it's more... indirect. Like commenting things like Danny moving onto Tennessee is the "rebound of the century" - goofy ahh shi like that, yk.

Jan 2024 - Danny and Ten confirmed dating I made a post with the pics of them together bc tbh i was blown away when i first heard it too. I mean, i just thought Tennessee saying she wanted Danny was one big joke but clearly not!

Hope that's a comprehensive enough timeline of their relationship. Is a little bit biased but i think it get's the point across regardless, and is cited with a myriad of TikTok links. Pls do reply and lmk anything missed &/or any personal thoughts

#WAFFLE!! #danny aarons #tennessee thresher #tennessee thresh #locked in #footasylum #break up #youtube #youtuber #angryginge #sidemen

[4-trenchcoat-cats]

Long Post. TW Pet Loss.

Today we made the difficult decision to let Jack go. I've been meaning to do an introduction post for a while complete with pictures, but I hadn't gotten around to it. Jack is the cat in my icon at least, so there's one of the cutest pics I have of him. Most of the other cute ones are from when he was asleep or didn't know I was photographing him. He was very protective of his image, and it helped that he was born during a time when cameras still couldn't capture the void essence very well.

He was the king of the house, ruler of the roost, and grade-A asshole that controlled our lives (in the best way possible of course). There really aren't words to describe what our lives are going to be like now because we have no idea. He's the one who determined meal times for the entire house, snuggles VS no snuggles, and when I should actually wake up when it wasn't a work day. He would regularly take over my bed in his later years, and he spent the bulk of his earlier ones being kept out of places (unsuccessfully).

There are so many stories I could tell about him, but since this is my first time talking about the actual 4-trenchcoat-cats, I'll give everyone his introduction to us. It's only fitting folks see how it all began.

Picture it, 2009. We still had our larger dog then, and she spent her days sunning in our front yard whenever it was cool enough (and hoping we'd forget her when it rained). She was our ruler back then, and one day we noticed her eying our wood pile with considerable interest. There was no getting her away from it.

Then we heard it, sharp meows that could only come from the tiniest of kittens. He was the shade of the shadows and blended in well, but we spotted him, and knowing he couldn't fend for himself, we brought him inside.

We were a dogs-only household, firmly dog people. We'd started feeding some outside cats, but we'd never had one indoors. And now this little black menace was demanding food and attention, and well, we fell for it. I guess he always knew this was where he was supposed to be, and it's also one of the best origin stories of the lot seeing that the others just sort of showed up.

It's also only fitting he passed now. We lost that dog the following Thanksgiving, and now we've said goodbye to him just short of Christmas. I think the two of them wanted to be remembered, and I'm grateful for that. If it weren't for Facebook memories, I wouldn't be able to keep up.

He'll be our first that we cremate. It's only fitting that his final resting place be where he can watch us and judge us for our poor life choices, watch over our mealtimes with a hawk-like eye, and probably haunt us a little because why not? A guy has to have hobbies.

He leaves behind a sissy who doesn't know what to do with herself at. all., but I'm managing. Our two human parents who are also at a state of What Now? after so many years of trying to keep him alive, this was not a short journey. Lastly, the now three trenchcoat cats are going to do their best to honor his memory, but I just know they'll come up a little short. A new era is beginning, and I don't think it's hit them yet. I don't think it ever will if I'm being honest. How do you move on after a purricane/clawnado/meowquake rattles your life for so long?

I'm off from work so I already was planning on spending less time here (thank you satellite internet), but I don't see things changing much when I do get good browsing time again. I will forever see black cats as #jack jack cats, and any antics I come across with #jack jack energy need to be noted dutifully. I will honor his memory by pretending to carry on like something earth-shattering hasn't hit us at full force.

And, for good measure because every obituary should have a good picture, here's a proper picture of my boy taking over my bed and living his best life.

Goodbye, Sir Jack. I can't wait to see you again<3

#a tribute for jack #the real jack jack cat #tw pet loss #tw loss #tw death #tw pet death #tw animal death

[vanilla-villainsstuff]

So I've seen some ppl headcannoning Chang'e and Macaque as friends, and I want to give my two cents...

I like to think Macaque has been friends with Chang'e for a long time. This ties into this other hc of mine where Macaque actually went to the Celestial Realm and ate the immortal peaches with Wukong when they were kids, but managed to escape before getting punished by Budda. Although Wukong wasn't as lucky and was sealed away under a mountain for 500 years (like in the jttw).

Afterwards, Macaque goes on a long quest to try and find his long lost friend for the next couple of centuries. Along the way he goes to see if the moon goddess Chang'e has seen him. He doesn't give her a name but instead a basic description. She, of course, doesn't know where a person like that could be since she's only ever resided on the moon. But Macaque befriends her anyways since she's really easy to talk to, and you just know young Macaque used to gush about his mysterious best friend and how much he meant to him, much to Chang'es delight.

After Macaque was presumably killed by Wukong, he visited Chang'e less and less and became more isolated. But on the rare occasions he would visit her, she would ask if he ever found his friend. Macaque didn't have the heart to tell her about his and Wukong's very bitter falling out, so he lied and said he's still searching for him. Despite this, Chang'e knows just how to cheer Macaque up! (and also how to get him to reminisce about his best friend, even after the falling out).

Now, this lil idea of mine got me thinking: What if (after LBD is defeated and hopefully when Macaque starts to develop a redemption arc) Wukong and MK needed to get back up to the moon for whatever reason and accidentally run into Macaque, who was on his way to visit Chang'e after not seeing her for a couple years?

___________________________________________

MK: Hey, wait a minute... isn't that Macaque?

Wukong: Macaque? What are you doing on the moon???

Macaque: Uhh...I was visiting a friend? What are you doing here?

Chang'e from the distance: OMG MACAQUE IS THAT YOU!? I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN SO LONG! :D

Macaque: Hah, nice to see you too...

Wukong and MK: Wait, you two know each other???

Chang'e: Oh yeah! Me and Mac go way back! We first met centuries ago, back when he was searching for his old friend! :)

Macaque: Uh, Chang'e-

Wukong: Old...friend?

Chang'e: Yep! Apparently Macaque and this mysterious friend used to be super duper close! He talks about him all the time! Have you ever met him, Wukong?

Macaque: Chang'e please-

Chang'e: What? I'm just curious- Wait, didn't you say your friend was this super strong mystic monkey? With golden fur???

Macaque: uh-

Chang'e, looking at Wukong: ...

Chang'e: gasp

MK, leaning over to Wukong: What is going on-

Chang'e, jumping right in front of Wukong: OH MY GOSH IT'S YOU!! YOU'RE MACAQUE'S FRIEND!? I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T REALIZE IT SOONER! HE TALKS ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME AND HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO HIM AND OH I'M JUST SO HAPPY YOU TWO ARE TOGETHER AGAIN!!! Snaps a pic of Macaque and Wukong and posts it on her insta

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Wukong: Oooo~ what else does he say about me?

Chang'e: He said you were the sun to his moon! Isn't that so sweet!? He even said you-

Macaque, putting his hand over Chang'es mouth: HEY CHANG'E WEREN'T YOU GOING TO TEACH ME HOW TO BAKE A MOON CAKE???

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk wukong #lmk mk #lmk macaque #lmk chang'e #shadowpeach #lmk headcanon

[cinematicsoph]

still • niall horan blurb

summary: you and niall have been dating for about a year and the fans still haven't accepted you two together. you are so fed up with all the hate so you decide to take matters into your own hands. but he hasn't moved on.

warnings: angsty ish, swearing, mentions of drinking, uses they/them pronouns like twice

a/n: this was going payback to my friend for spamming me with Johnny Orlando pics while i was studying. but because i had this idea while listening to Still by Niall Horan, i felt like i had to write it for him like i originally planned. i wrote a very specific line first and i'm lowkey obsessed with it so.

Copyright @ 2022 sophi_quimby. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format by anyone but me

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It’s been three months and ten days since you and Niall broke up, not that he’s counting. It feels like he hasn’t left the couch since you were standing in front of him telling him that you can’t handle the pressure of being in the public anymore. That the fans finally pushed you away from him. He doesn’t know where you are or what you’re doing anymore. But you haven’t left his mind. You will never leave his mind. He still remembers every word you said to him when you left.

*3 months and 10 days ago*

   “Hey, love. How was your day?” Niall looks up from his phone as you walk into the living room. He sees your eyes are red and puffy and your cheeks are slightly red, an obvious sign you had been crying. “Love? What happened?”

   “I can’t keep doing this, Ni.” Your voice sounds thick and it cracks with emotion.

   “Can’t do what?” He stands up from the couch and walks over to you. He reaches for you to pull you into a hug but you move out of the way, denying his sign of affection. “What’s going on?”

   “I posted a picture of us on Instagram and your fans found it. They started leaving comments about how I’m not good enough for you, or how you don’t look happy with me. Just r-really nasty things,” you sniffle and wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your (his) sweatshirt. This has been going on ever since you two decided to go public with your relationship on your one year anniversary. It’s now eight months later and Niall’s “loyal” fanbase still isn’t willing to accept that their idol is no longer single. 

  He sighs and sits back down on the couch. “I’ll handle it, love. I’m so sorry this keeps happening. I really don’t understand why they just can’t accept-“

   “I can’t do this anymore, Niall.” You look at him, staying in your place right in front of the couch.

   “What are you talking about?” He looks up at you confused.

   “I’m done. I-I can’t keep worrying about running into one of your fans when I go anywhere or post anything on social media. I thought I could handle being in the public eye, especially for you. But this is too much. I can’t keep doing this. I-I’m sorry, Niall. I’m breaking up with you.”

   He felt the wind being knocked out of him, his heart stopped, everything blacked out. “You’re…breaking up with me?”

   “I don’t want to. But this can’t be healthy, for either of us. I’m left feeling like I’m never going to be good enough for you. That you deserve someone, anyone, better than me. It isn’t good for my self esteem and I never feel like I’m giving you enough. I have to leave, Niall. I’m sorry. I can’t keep doing this.”

*today*

   After you said that, you grabbed the things you had at his place and left, crying. He wanted to comfort you. He wanted to run after you, hold you, and tell you that everything will be okay. But he was frozen, stuck to the couch. The only movement being his breathing and the blinking back of his tears. He wasn’t an emotional guy, but he loved you so much. Without you he felt empty, lost, incomplete. You were, are, the love of his life. Every passing second he bitches at himself for letting you walk away that easily. He should’ve stopped you.

   I can’t keep doing this. That line kept playing over and over again in his head. He had no idea it was that bad. That you had been feeling this way for so long. It broke him. He couldn’t help but feel guilty. For not seeing the hate, the signs that you were feeling this way. He was blind. And it killed your relationship.

   He had never drank this much in his life. Constantly drinking Guinness and passing out on the couch, only to start all over again when he finally woke up. Lewis had been over every Sunday, trying to get Niall off the couch and into the shower. Or at least his bed. But Niall wouldn’t budge. He’d stay on the couch, only moving to get another beer, staring at the wall. He somehow has an endless supply of Guinness and hasn’t needed to leave the house in the three months you’ve been gone.

   Lewis had never seen Niall like this. He was getting really worried, and knew that the only person who could fix it had been nowhere to be seen or heard from in three months. While you and Niall were dating, you had gotten really close with Lewis. He had treated you like a younger sister. It had broken you both when you broke up with Niall. Lewis didn’t blame you for breaking up with him though. He knew how bad the fans can get when their favorite celebrities start dating. He still tries his best to keep in touch with you, but you haven’t responded. He tried messaging your friends and family, trying to get any type of information about where you are or what you’re doing. Only your mom knew that you had turned off all social media and silenced any messages or calls from anyone that isn’t family. She said you had been staying with her and your dad for the last three months. He felt better knowing you were safe. Lewis had been worried about you so hearing from your parents was a weight lifted off of his shoulders.

   It was another one of Lewis’s weekly visits. He pulled up to Niall’s house and walked inside. Niall’s house was a mess once again, even though Lewis had cleaned it last week when he came by. Lewis knew it was time to call up the big guns. He had done his best to help Niall, but he can’t do it any more. It’s hopeless. There’s only one person left to call…as long as they picked up.

   You never wanted to break up with Niall. He was your best friend, your lover, everything. He was, is, your everything. But you couldn’t deal with his fans anymore. They constantly projected their own insecurities and jealousy on you, it was too much. The break up affected you more than you wish to admit. You turned off notifications for all your social media platforms, knowing that the fans would likely be even more upset with you now that you broke the heart of their idol. Because as everyone knows, a stranger dating their idol is bad, but a stranger breaking up with their idol is even worse.

   You didn’t want to delete your platforms, you keep Niall’s page open on every platform he has, nearly all the time. Your thumb becomes sore from the constant scrolling and refreshing you do of his page, hoping you see (or don’t) any updates on how the love of your life is feeling. So far nothing. The last thing on his Instagram page is a selfie he posted of you two from your last date. It’s a similar one to what you posted of him, the one with the comments and acts that eventually lead to your breakup.

   You’ve been staying at your parent’s house, in your old room. Your mom and dad have been giving you the space you need, but you know they're secretly worried. You can’t ignore the subtle glances to see if you react anytime you’re in the car and one of Niall’s songs comes on. Or the indirect questions of whether or not you’re okay or thinking of harming yourself. You do. And you're not, but you wouldn’t. Any phone call, text, or email you get is ignored. Except for one.

   “I know how awkward this must be, but I know that you’re the only person who can fix this.” Lewis opens Niall’s front door to let you in. You had thought about ignoring his texts and phone calls, but you could tell how concerned Lewis was for his best friend, and you couldn’t ignore that any longer. For Lewis sake, of course. And maybe yours a bit too. Hell, you couldn’t ignore it for Niall’s sake. He’s still the love of your life and best friend.

   “It’s okay. I still care about him. I’ll always care about him.” You walk into Niall’s house and go to his living room. “Niall?”

   He’s dreaming. He has to be. The only time he ever hears your voice is in his dreams. He feels his eyes begin to water. His breath hitches and he swallows the lump forming in his throat. 

   “Y/N.” He hardly ever uses your name, always saying a nickname or a pet name. It takes you aback. You don’t know how to react when you hear your name fall from his lips, especially with so much emotion behind it. You look at him, still handsome as ever (though a bit rough).

   “Niall.” You say again, feeling yourself tear up. You go over to him and kneel in front of him on the couch. “I…I can’t even think of the words to say to you right now. I-I’m so so sorry.”

   “You left me,” he whispers. Your heart shatters. Those three words hurt you more than the actual break up.

   “I’m so so sorry, Ni. Please. You have to understand, I-I couldn’t handle being hated on anymore. It had nothing to do with you,” you cry and shake your head. “I’m being honest, love. Please.”

   “Honest? You want honesty?! I’m still in love with you, y/n! I will never not be in love with you! You mean everything to me, and I never wanted the media to fuck up our relationship like this. You wanted honesty?! I fucking gave it to you. I’m still in love with you.” He’s yelling now. It was like he got snapped out of his trance. There’s tears running down his cheeks and his face is red from the crying.

   “I still love you too, Niall! I didn’t break up with you because I fell out of love with you, I broke up with you because I’m a coward!” You match his volume level and start crying even more. 

   “Don’t talk about yourself like that. You know I hate it,” his voice is back down to a normal volume. He looks you in the eyes. “You look really pretty.” It’s simple, a compliment he’s given you millions of times. But it means so much at this moment.

   “You look really handsome.”

   “I’m a mess,” he sniffles and chuckles quietly.

   “Don’t talk about yourself like that. You know I hate it.” You nudge him and smile slightly. “You look handsome, love. A bit rough, but handsome.”

   “I love you. I still love you. I know we’re so far from our first date at the zoo, but I’m here with you being completely honest. I’m still in love with you, and I always will be.”

   “I love you too, Ni.”

#niall horan #niall horan blurb #niall horan x y/n #angst ish #i'm still in love with you #second chance romance #cinematicsoph

[not-another-robin]

alfred for the character thing im curious! failing that then cass <3

AAAAH MY TWO FAVES <3 I'm gonna do both but Alfred first!!

favorite thing about them

The dadliness of COURSE it's the dadliness. The general idea of how loyal to a fault he is, that he dedicated his life to taking care of this boy he cared for so much, and his family growing in turn, I just cry. I have so many emotions about how underrated Alfred's angle in the whole found family thing is - PLUS I think he has so much potential for emotionally resonate backstory and parallels with Bruce because of that. Do not test me I will break into DC and MAKE THEM let me rewrite Alfred's backstory

least favorite thing about them

Predictably from the last thing I hate it when he gets written as too stuck up to the point of fucking Bruce up even more as a child. Generally the idea of not allowing Bruce to be a kid when he's lost so much just makes me really sad, and I hate any timelines that involve Alfred OR Bruce hitting the batkids in any context :( listen I'm just a big baby I'm hear for camp not abusive family dynamics

brOTP

Oh my god so many. Him and any of the batkids - all of them have excellent dynamics, Dickie literally calling Alfred his best friend is my favorite thing. And of course I love him and Bruce's dynamic, these fuckers have had 1 (one) friend (each other) for going on two decades they are a bizarre little pair. Pure same guy syndrome I love it. Also of course Martha Kent!!!! I <3 want <3 them <3 to <3 be <3 best <3 friends !!! They go on vacation together, they gossip about love triangles in the league, they share casserole recipes, they kick ass. Adore them.

OTP

OUGH I will die on the hill of the Alfred, Thomas, and Martha polycule. I have an ungodly amount of thoughts about their shared history and positive impact on each other's lives and negative impact on each other's reputations but they got through it together,, making the Wayne deaths hurt like hell is my favorite pastime ♥️

nOTP

Only the obvious bat ones, I don't really have any grudges against run of the mill ships for him. Maybe him and Leslie Thompkins? I like to think Leslie is Lesbian, and I think they're coupling is always kinda forced and weird. They are mlm/wlw co-parenting solidarity

random headcanon

He has a passing interest in fashion, costuming, and sewing. He had a lot of fun helping Martha with her outfits, hair and makeup and it was one of the small things he missed when she passed. He was very excited when girls started joining the batfamily (and when dick had a more adventurous sense of style than Bruce). He wears the same thing every day but his kids will look good dammit

unpopular opinion

As funny as it can be (That "I raised a man too soft hearted for this world, luckily my mother can't say the same" post always makes me HOWL) , I really hate the whole 'alfred likes guns' thing. IDK, at least to me he'd have similar hang ups about it as Bruce, his best friends and his child's parents were killed my gun violence, I just can't see him staying into them. I like him better with swords

song i associate with them

Hmmmmm Happy Days are Here Again, especially with this montage from the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. The end of this song gives me panic attacks in a good way <3 it's nostalgic and beautiful but also like. Very scary and urgent. Since I associate it with this scene it always gives me those panicked vibes of life getting increasingly more fucked up, like per say, starting as a butler for a loving idealic family, having them get murdered in front of their son, and ending with 9 vigilants on your hands

favorite picture of them

I cannot say enough how obsessed I am with tiny Alfreds in the tnba comics. Also not really a pic of him but honorable mention to "Alfred youre being goofy"

#batman #alfred pennyworth #thank you for asking about my emotional support senior citizen <3 baby blorbo is next #narspeaking

[fourseasonsfigs]

Happy Childhood - First Party

This is the first fig in a (so far) two part set! Fig makers sure love making cute kid Junzhe figs, and I love all of them.

There's no inspiration for this Zhehan fig that I know of, but I imagine the outfit at least comes from one of the outfits he's worn. I'll keep looking for it, and post it here when I find it.

As you can tell from the protective packaging, this is a one-piece fig. Thankfully! It's easier when the figs are attached to their accessories, in my opinion. I know some folks get creative with posing their figures in different ways, but I don't have the clever streak others do!

The fig maker sent along a bonus sheet of stickers and a magic eraser. Sometimes figs get smudges on them, so this was a really nice add to help gently remove them!

Here's a closeup of the stickers. Since the sheet was folded over, I lost some of the ones that were on the fold, but what a nice touch!

Here he is, pedaling away! Super cute.

The tricycle figs in general seem to be hard to model based on how complicated and fiddly the parts were. I know the other tricycle figures (here) gave the factory some headaches.

The painting work can't be easy on something this small either! I'm impressed.

The wheels are fixed on this tricycle, so he won't inadvertently be scooting around my display shelf!

I don't know if you can tell from this pic, but the fig has a very faint lean to the side. It's actually slightly more noticeable in person, but I have him angled on my shelf and he looks just fine!

I actually don't have him on a fig stand on my shelf at all, since the tricycle is very stable.

I like the little basket in front. This is where if I had the creative streak I could fill it with miniature flowers or candies or a puppy or something cute!

Yes, a miniature puppy would be super cute, like a mini French bulldog Luffy. I'll have to look for one!

Look how cute this detail is with the JZ initials. This is also a good angle to see why it tilts a bit to the side, because he's angled to be turning the tricycle a bit. I'm not sure if this is intentional or not, but it works just fine.

Nice modeling on the hands - I imagine this is really hard to do well!

Here's a closeup so you can see the little critter emblem on his shirt. I'm hoping this is what allows me to track down his outfit!

The cute box card! Interesting that his tricycle basket is open meshwork here. That would have been crazy hard to turn into resin form.

Come back tomorrow for the next (set) in this series!

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 318

Scene Count: 23

Rating: Out and about for the grand neighborhood tour!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#zhang zhehan #junzhe #word of honor cast #woh cast #shl cast #figthusiast

[sage-nebula]

When you can’t draw and you have (hopefully temporarily) lost your ability to write, you do memes instead. To add more detail:

 — I started shipping Alan and Leon before the Masters 8 was even thought of in the PokéAni (as proof, the oldest post in my AlaLeo tag was made 10 November 2020), and my headcanon sort of merged game!Leon with anime!Alan, where they’d both be about the same age when they met. Therefore, even though in the actual anime Alan is still 15 while Leon is 20+, I’m just going to go ahead and ignore that like I ignore most things canon does, haha. (That said I did use the Masters 8 pics since they were the most convenient. Gave me colors to use and everything.)

— I like to think the heights given for pokémon in the Pokédex are “average height when first evolved,” especially since Legends Arceus kind of proved this correct by showing that the same species can be different sizes. So while a Charizard might start at 5′7″, they grow to be much bigger as they age. So in my headcanon, Lizardon (Alan’s Charizard) and Zar-Zar (Leon’s Charizard) are much taller than their trainers. That said, I did pick Alan’s height based on the average height for a Charizard, even though it makes him a shortie. (Maybe that’s his Johtoan genes kicking in, who knows.)

— I picked their fonts in the top part based on what I thought would most closely match their handwriting (but also wasn’t locked behind a paywall in Pixlr). Alan’s is like a script because he tries to make it look somewhat decent, but is also a professor’s assistant and so it’s not the best. Leon just writes in print and all caps always. On that note, their sexualities are written out how they themselves describe it.

— Leon is nearly half a foot taller than Alan so if anyone’s borrowing anyone else’s clothes, it’s Alan borrowing Leon’s, no question.

— They don’t actually spoon much because it makes it harder for Alan to fall asleep (Lizardon is the only one he can really cuddle up to comfortably), but when they do, Leon’s the big one. (Basically it’s like, Alan will agree to it to make Leon happy, but Leon doesn’t push it because he doesn’t want Alan to do it just for his sake, if that makes sense.)

— The crossed out one was “screams about bugs” and “squashes bugs” and neither of them would do either of those things. More like, they let the bug pokémon stay there unless the bug in question is aggressive, in which case it goes outside.

— Most people who know Leon would say that he can’t drive either despite his license and Jeepizard, but he at least does have a license and knows the basics. Alan has never learned because he sees no point when he can either use public transport or Lizardon to get where he needs to go.

— The main thing Leon can cook is various curries, but that counts, so. Alan’s not a gourmet either and honestly prefers baking, but they can both cook food to survive.

— Leon is mostly chill, but having been Champion for 14 years, he does have a bit of a hero complex in that it’s His Duty to deal with any danger and protect everyone, so that can act up sometimes. Meanwhile we all know that Alan has a Hero Complex the size of Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh combined, so if there is a threat to someone he cares about he is going to Do Something About it, consequences be damned.

— Alan legitimately thought he was aroace before meeting Leon, so lol. Meanwhile Leon has been in a relationship with at least Raihan in the past, as well as others. He definitely has way more experience than Alan. This is also why Alan is So Incredibly Awkward about almost everything relationship-wise. Fortunately for him, Leon thinks it’s adorable.

— That said, neither are really the type to get jealous. I think the only thing I could see Leon being jealous about is if Alan met another Charizard trainer and struck up a rivalry with them, but even then he’d be like, “can I join though” LOL. But either way they’re both pretty chill on that front, which is why they work.

I tag this as AlaLeo on my blog because I don’t tend to like the ship naming convention we use in this fandom, but if I did have to pick one for them, perhaps CharizardChampionShipping? I don’t think that’s taken yet.

Anyway, this is long, but I just wanted to do something for them because I like them a lot.

#pokemon #champion alan #trainer alain #champion leon #alaleo #charizardchampionshipping #has Hop even been introduced in the anime yet? travesty if not #i want him and Manon to meet at the Masters 8 and have a ''my brother is better than your brother'' little kid argument LOL #meanwhile Alan & Leon just leave them there to argue as they go get dinner lololol

[melancholybliss92]

Bruh I'm not done with My rant yet. This girl said a long long time ago when that brown diarrhea bitch in Kansas try to contact the 40 yr old and he never answer. That was her hint it's done. She would have tried to contact him again in 2020 when she deleted all pics with her druggie bf in Kansas. They said she would have snooped on the other guys page and saw he's with someone smarter younger and more successful which is me. They all said she knows her place that's why they never talk again . She's in clear denial one of her flings found someone with a fit body, hot young and successful while she stuck in Kansas living with in a piece of shit apartment with a younger white dirty White dude who does not buy her expensive gifts. She has to lie and front and make corny posts about him to keep him because she knows No One else will want to be with her. The 40 yr old said this chick looks like a man, smokes weed, staying at a dead end job and she is fat and hiding her body, she has no real hobbies except eat food and she lies. She doesn't have pics of her working out or showing her body but he said she keep saying she work out. Her fling which is the guy I'm with. He said she was keeping him as a back up because if she was happy with the current boy she wouldn't try to contact him years ago in 2018 or 2019. He said she been doing that trick since 2016 before she ran away to Kansas. They met at work. They didn't talk for months. He said outta nowhere she would message him on Facebook chat saying hey. He said years ago when he got the random text from an unknown number its 100% her. He said thats already weird she with the white boy in kansas but she try to reach out to him. He never ever answer. He didn't even save her number but she saved his . That's sad as shit . She in Denial making up fairy tales saying if she comes back the 40 yr old will wife her lmaoo. He knew she was moving to Kansas back In 2016. He didn't stop her once time lmao. If he wanted to wife her, he would have stopped her from moving to Kansas back in 2016. She hinted to him she needed a room mate. He didn't help her. Bitch is crazyyy. If he wanted to marry her he would have gotten a place in Philly and message her to come back. Nobody wants her ugly ass in philly she failed and ran away to Kansas. Now she making endless lies like guys want her and she's the one that left. He even said her cousin got her the job and she was in her cousins apartment in kansas first. He said she can't do anything on her own .

I told him I'm moving to another apartment back in 2021. He stop me and said he's getting a house come move in with him . That 50 yr old looking Italian transvestite is crazyyyyyy. He stopped me from moving but he didn't stop her.

She fucked up she lost a good guy now she stuck in a apartment in Kansas with a younger dude who doesn't buy her expensive gifts like the 40 yr old. If she thinks paying $100 insurance is expensive and OLD computer parts is expensive. Wait till the fat bitch sees what he buy me .

He pay half my rent. He didn't do that with her to get her to stay. $1500 laptop, half $450 rent. $500 necklace. $1600 hotel. $1000 car parts. $400 tires. $150 sketches shows. $65 nike shoes. $half 1300 lasik, I paid half $1500. The list goes on. He got me a recent $200 pink gaming keyboard it goes on and on.

[en-hale-archives]

you said an all-member request so… how about this: their s/o wearing their hoodie and their reaction🥺🥺

HOODIE THIEF. I LOVE IT.

༝ ･ ˖ ₊ ˚⊹ Ehna's Reaction to their s/o Wearing their Hoodie༝ ･ ˖ ₊ ˚⊹

pairing ⑅ boyfriend!enha x gn!reader

warning ⑅ NONE !

author's note ⑅ this is so light and fluffy. please enjoy !

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Heeseung ⑅ Heeseung has been looking for this hoodie fivever, only to see you one day casually strolling around his dorm wearing it. He would be so shocked and just immediately yell that that's his sweatshirt. "I thought I lost that!" You'd explain to him that you liked to wear it to bed cause it smelt like him. He couldn't even stay mad at you after that, but you would have to be punished with a tickle attack.

Jay ⑅ He's noticed you wearing his hoodies before but he hasn't said anything. He'll notice how you have a new one on almost every day (he didn't even realize he had that many), and how you love to do just about everything in it. While watching a movie, Jay finally decides to say something, and teases you about it, but also complains. "sooner or later, I'm not going to have any clothes to wear!" He tries to keep a stern face, but can't when you hop in his lap and kiss him over and over again.

Jake ⑅ Jake has mentioned to you before that he was a little sad that you didn't wear his clothes. "I see other couples doing it." while looking down with his lil pout. One day, you decide to surprise him in one of his Enhypen hoodies. He's cooking and talking to you casually until he notices and can't contain his smile. He's bouncing up and down, calling you cute over and over again, hugging you way too tight. He can't help but take a million photos to post on social media and brag to the other members about.

Sunghoon ⑅ Please, why can I imagine Sunghoon just teasing you about how much you can't resist him. He sees you wearing his hoodie, and just compliments himself on how well he dresses and how irresistible he is. He compliments you on how good it looks on you too. He can't help but keep his hands all over you, even sticking his hands inside the pockets when your both are cuddling on the couch.

Sunoo ⑅ Sunoo notices that you're wearing his sweatshirt, and it makes him overwhelmingly happy. It makes him so happy that he forces you out of the house to go take a photoshoot with it on. In the process, he notices how cute it would be if you both got matching hoodies, so of course, he goes out and buys a few pairs. He forces Ni-Ki to come with him to take pics of both of you. Ni-Ki teases him when he kisses you on the cheek, turning him red as hell. It's a day full of laughs, good times, and matching hoodies.

Jungwon ⑅ Haha. Jungwon is just a big ball of whiny. He is not the one to share, so when he notices one of his hoodies missing, he suspects it's you first. You promise it's not, until one day you slip up and accidentally wear it at the dorm. He chases you around the house trying to get it off of you. When he finally has you stuck in a corner, he tries his best to strip it off of you, but you hold up your front. "y/n, come on, it's mine!" You just laugh and find pleasure in his little pout face. Eventually, he gives up. "Okay, you can keep that one, but only because you actually look cute in it." His ears are red and you won't stop teasing him about it.

Ni-Ki ⑅ Please, Ni-Ki wouldn't even notice it's his. He likes to steal the other member's stuff so much that he can't even decipher what is his anymore. You could actually be wearing their stuff and not even notice it. You have to be so obvious about it until he finally notices. "oh!" he'd just laugh. He doesn't really care since he's a hoodie thief too. You both just sit around cuddling in other people's clothes.

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#lee heeseung #park jay #sim jake #park sunghoon #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #heeseung fluff #jay fluff #jake fluff #sunghoon fluff #sunoo fluff #jungwon fluff #niki fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen soft hours #enhypen fluff #enhypen reactions #enhypen fics #enhypen scenarios #enhypen headcanons #kpop fluff #kpop reactions #engene #enhypen #!kay! writer #!kay! writes