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edupunkn00b · 11 months

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Happily Ever After Masterpost

Logan Sanders thought he had secured a fairy tale ending when he married Kelly Croft, mother to his first child. Perhaps Logan should have spent less time in the non-fiction sections and more time reading actual fairy tales.

Has he truly lost his chance for a happily ever after or were the first twenty years of his adulthood just the prologue to the real fairy tale?

Spotify Playlist - [ AO3 ]

Chapter List

Once Upon a Time

It Was a Bright Cold Day in April

A Queer, Sultry Summer

The Sun Did Not Shine

Happy Families

A Pleasure to Burn

All This Happened

The Past is a Foreign County

Ships at a Distance

Next story in the series: Objections

This was overdue. When I started posting Happily Ever After on Tumblr, I didn't really know what I was doing and didn't anticipate just how hard it would be to find these posts again.

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imabiscuitinthousandworlds · 11 months

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happy pride specifically to everyone who went "yes i'm very interested in the queer community and trying to learn more and yes some things are very relatable BUT i'm totally not part of it myself" and then needed some time before going "oh"

#a biscuit's rambles #happy pride!#pride month #that was me looking at ace memes in 2020....... and i know other people with similar experiences #it seems to be a common theme every now and then

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the-casbah-way · 8 months

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forgive the brief jesus chris superstar rant but. there is a very important difference between the pharisees being villains and the pharisees being antagonists. they're technically antagonists because they're actively working against the interests of our protagonist, but i don't believe they should ever be played as villains. they're not evil or bad or wrong. they're terrified just like literally everyone else in the show is, and their actions are completely justified. to me that's the entire point of the musical. it's not about christianity; it's about the impact the roman empire's brutal and violent imperialism had on everyone on all levels. including jesus and judas, but also including the pharisees, and even herod and pilate. when a powerful coloniser forces their presence on innocent people they are the only winners. everyone else suffers, even the puppet kings and high priests who look like they're reaping some sort of benefit from it all. that's roman propaganda. the romans kept native rulers like herod and caiaphas in power to maintain the illusion of provincial autonomy, and keep populations appeased and therefore under control. everyone in the show is acting out of fear of the romans. the one roman character we do see (pilate) is acting out of fear of his own emperor. it makes no sense to cast the pharisees as two dimensional Bad Guys, especially when the same productions that do that usually offer a sympathetic portrayal of pilate. it would be so easy to stage and direct a production in a way that makes it obvious that the pharisees are doing what they're doing because they truly have no choice, and not because they're pure evil and want to kill jesus for the sake of it. it's not only an antisemitic trope but also undermines a really important theme of the musical. if you can see the humanity in the violent roman governor installed forcefully on conquered land then you can afford some humanity for the pharisees too. they are victims of pilate and victims of rome just like everyone else

#THEY ARE NOT ALLIES OF PILATE. they have a common interest yes. ie avoiding punishment from rome #but the pharisees have no choice but to go to pilate. they have no real power. because like i said. they are puppet rulers #i am just tired of seeing the pharisees as villains #IF YOU WANT A VILLAIN (idk why you need to have one i don't think this show is about that) IT SHOULD BE FUCKING PILATE. AND NO ONE ELSE #THE PHARISEES ARE NOT VILLAINS. THEY ARE NOT EVIL. THEY ARE VICTIMS.#i am tired of seeing them costumed or directed in a way that makes them stereotypical Bad Guys #the 2k version of jcs is my favourite but i HATE how it portrays the pharisees at times especially annas #when annas pushes judas to the floor for literally no reason it's like. you are going out of your way to make these guys seem evil #sucks because the actor from 2k is the best annas i've ever seen in terms of presence and voice #and the actor who plays caiaphas in that film does a really good job at showing fear instead of pure anger and evil #but it's generally all still done in a way that makes the priests seem evil. in my opinion #and yes i called pilate violent. he's not in A Lot of productions but. the real pilate was an extremely brutal governor #and there's a very good reason for portraying him as such. especially when you consider the themes i mentioned here #jesus christ superstar #jcs #ask to tag

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sickly-victorian-boy · 2 years

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Last year, when looking through the offerings on the shelf of free books in my college’s library, I happened upon this gem:

I then promptly forgot about it until now, when I rediscovered it while unpacking the boxes I neglected to attend to before. yknow. the literal week before the semester starts.

Regardless, it is simultaneously so much better and so much worse than I ever could have hoped for. It contains instructions for the creation of lovely decor for any wizard tower, and while clearly intended for children, I will absolutely be making some of these myself, in part because I’m pretty sure obtaining this tome put some kind of curse on me and unleashing them upon the world is the only way to avoid getting sent to a hell dimension. Some of the treasures detailed herein include:

SOCK DRAGON FROM HELL

CHALICE OF HIGH CAMP

THE STRANGLING ORBS

and finally, my favorite, a self-proclaimed thing of beauty:

BALL STEALING DRAGON.

Are any of these items functional things that I genuinely need to use? Hell no. Are they things that could generally be considered “in good taste?” Hell no. Will my life be noticeably improved by making them? HELL YEAH. Also, I’m pretty sure that if I don’t make the sock dragon a physical form it’s going to peel itself off of the pages of the book and start haunting me.

Anyway, if anyone else has fond memories of low-quality themed children’s craft books from the early 2000s, is in dire need of some new decorations for their wizardly lair, or just generally wants to make any of this shit, let me know and I can DM you the full instructions!

#also there’s some kind of weird story trying to tie everything together which seems like it was a common theme in craft books from that era #or at least it was common in the ones I had #but I digress #wizard #wizards #wizardposting #wizardcore

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pengujoon · 10 months

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A HOPELESS DEVOTION (ii)

content. oikawa x bsf!reader, reader has a crush on oikawa, oikawa is a douchebag, iwaizumi is their mutual best friend. angst and more angst, cw: suicide. Iwaizumi gets super sad at the end i'm sorry baby. too many tragedies in this

a/n: i keep deleting the story so i have to do the formatting again and again i'm so done. didn’t know people would like the first part sm so here’s the second part as suggested!

part i

Of course the atmosphere in high school the next day wasn’t the best - one of their most famous students killed themselves. Who are we kidding? They’re known throughout the entire province as the infamous volleyball captain’s best friend!

But to him, he hated their very presence. They were nothing but a nuisance. Yeah, initially he wanted to become friends purely because he saw that they had no one to be with - until he realised that they are the child of the president of the Miyagi prefecture volleyball association. Then everything went downhill from there.

All those times that you wore his jersey to watch his games made his stomach churn - he couldn’t possibly see you taint the jersey that was exquisitely his. He couldn’t possibly replace it with a new one, no no. His act would be easily blown by keen eyes. He had a reputation to uphold.

But little did he knew that his carefully articulated plan of using you to get close to your father was blown way earlier than he ever expected anyone to know about it. And undoubtedly, it was none other than their very setter.

“Iwaizumi!” it was an undeniable fact that he made the group become a trio because all three of you were childhood friends: the only difference was that you didn’t know who oikawa was and vice versa. But the both of you knew Iwaizumi, which then led to the formation of the current friendgroup that took Aoba Johsai by storm.

From the very beginning, Iwaizumi knew that Oikawa wasn’t someone you’d like to be with - especially so if you’re naive. Maybe it’s instinctive, but Oikawa is especially manipulative and is probably one of the most skillful people pleaser Iwaizumi has met in his entire life.

And such is the reason why he was worried when he saw a sudden change in Oikawa’s behaviour to you - it was as though he was trying to please you, to not make you angry - to put simply: he was sucking up to you.

But to him, it didn’t make sense! Why? You couldn’t even possibly do anything that would benefit him - until he saw you walking towards the Miyagi Prefecture Volleyball Association building. Remembering that your father was the president of the association, it hit him that Oikawa wanted to get to your father through you.

The situation at hand was not favourable to Oikawa - the party took place in Iwaizumi’s home. It just happens that Iwaizumi’s family was well off and affluent, allowing him to have access to the cctv footage that captures the in and out of the entire penthouse.

After being taught since young to watch over the day’s cctv footage to identify anything that seems remotely out of place, he made it a habit to watch them right about to sleep, something like a bedtime story.

The moment he started the footage, he found you.

It was offputting seeing the way you stood outside the kitchen. You looked… tired? Fearful? The cctv couldn’t really capture your expression given the distance, but at least he could make out the fact that you were hiding from someone.

Probably Oikawa, he thought.

His thoughts were confirmed seeing the very man in the kitchen with another friend of his. Thank goodness the situation was of use to him. The room was pin-drop silent, save for the soft distant humming noises of music and people from the living room.

He quickly put his earphones on to listen in on their conversation.

And boy, he was pissed.

The next day - with no warning signs and no nothing - the moment he saw Oikawa practicing alone in the gymnasium, he saw red.

“You fucker!” Iwaizumi ran up to Oikawa and pushed him so hard he fell on top of the pile of volleyballs that lay dormant below him.

“The fuck you want?” Oikawa shouted back in retaliation, surprised by Iwaizumi’s sudden outburst.

“What did you say the other day when you were over at my house?!” He shouted, not bothering if anyone could hear it even if they were feet away from the now closely shut gymnasium.

Before Oikawa could even respond, Iwaizumi quickly added to his statement.

“Before your ‘best friend’ stood outside the kitchen, they were happy! They skipped around when they were outside at the rooftop before looking so fearful when they were outside by the kitchen!”

Everything went blank after Oikawa heard Iwaizumi say the first 8 words. You were outside there hearing him talk about you like you’re nothing? That’s probably way you commited suicide.

It then hit him like a truck.

Oh god, he thought, what does that make me?

“You’re a fucking murderer!”

Ah, that’s who I am.

“You think I don’t know that you got close to your now dead best friend only to reach her father? You think I don’t know that’s what you’re planning?

“It’s fucking tiring having to juggle your issues. They loved you! They were about to confess to you on that very night itself but look at what happened.”

He took a brief pause.

“They’re dead.”

An uncomfortable silence fell upon them. “Now what do you have to say about what happened that day in the kitchen?”

Oikawa remained silent, his head hanging low.

“Speak, you asshole!” He flinched hearing Iwaizumi roar at him. “What is it that you said that made your best friend jump off my penthouse?”

“I said I hated them!” Oikawa yelled in retaliation. “Said that I should get an award for acting that I like them so well.” Although he whispered the last part under his breath, it reached Iwaizumi’s ears and he had to put in all his effort to not beat this sorry sake of a best friend up into a mush.

Iwaizumi turned his back against Oikawa and began pacing around the court. Anyone could tell that they shouldn’t get close to him right now: one wrong step and you’ll be done for. The fury in each step scared Oikawa - he had never seen him so angry before. Never once in his entire life.

“Did you know?”

Iwaizumi asked out of the blue, prompting Oikawa to look up at him. Oikawa hated how weak he was in this situation, so vulnerable and powerless against Iwaizumi. He hated the power imbalance.

“They have a name for themselves on a public diary website. I interact with them a lot there, but they doesn’t know it’s me. Although no names were mentioned, I just knew it was you. They wrote about what they felt for you and I could feel the love ooze out from the words beautifully articulated in her entries.”

Iwaizumi glared at Oikawa, his eyes evidently teary.

“You’re a bitch. Imagine finding out that your best-friend-turned-crush never liked you and fucking depises you. You should be grateful that they never found out that you got close to them only to suck up to their father.

“Imagine if they did. Your life with volleyball will be no more.

“Just like theirs.”

The pain from your death engulfed them both like an unending storm. The suffocating weight of guilt and remorse crushed their spirits, leaving them shattered and lost - they simply had no more reason to live. Losing someone as dear as you left a void in them that seemed impossible to fill.

Iwaizumi withdrew from everyone, shutting himself off from the real world. The once lively young man with a life full of potential became a mere ghost of his former self. For weeks and weeks, he blamed himself for not recognising the signs of your inner struggle, completely breaking down on the inside.

Every night, he replayed the scenes of the cctv footage on the outside rooftop, wondering what he could have done differently to prevent such a heart wrenching outcome. He would cry himself to sleep every night, knowing that he could no longer find solace in your presence anymore.

Oikawa, too, fell into a downard spiral of self-destruction. His dreams of volleyball success and fame lost all meaning; volleyball, once his passion and escape, now only served as the constant reminder reminder of the consequences of his mindless actions.

The court, once a place bustling with energy and euphoria, now felt desolate and empty. He turned to unhealthy coping mechanisms, hoping to numb the pain that threatened to consume him.

Their friendship, once a rock-solid bond, slowly fell apart under the weight of their shared pain and regret. They became distant, unable to find solace in each other as they once did. The loss of their friend had left an irreversibly deep impact on them, altering the course of their lives and leaving wounds that seemed impossible to heal.

The weight of his sorrow became too much for Oikawa to carry. Without uttering a single word, he vanished from the world of volleyball and from Iwaizumi’s life. Their once unbreakable friendship shattered like fragile glass; the void he left behind felt like another gaping hole in Iwaizumi’s heart, an emptiness that could never be filled by anyone else.

Iwaizumi searched for Oikawa relentlessly, but his efforts were in vain. He couldn’t help but blame himself for driving him away, believing that he had failed his friend once again. The pain of losing you and now Oikawa as well was too much for him to bear.

Their paths crossed again one rainy evening.

Iwaizumi, aimlessly wandering the streets, found Oikawa standing on the edge of a bridge, the constant raindrops mixing with his tears. It felt as though the sky was an accurate representation of their inner turmoils, hitting just a little too close to home.

The sight of Oikawa hopelessly standing at the edge of the bridge with no one else in sight pierced Iwaizumi’s heart, the pain inevitably obvious in Oikawa’s very own eyes.

“Don’t,” Iwaizumi pleaded, his voice choked with emotion. “Don’t do it, Oikawa.”

Oikawa turned towards the black-haired male, his face a mask of anguish and sorrow. What was once the captain of a powerhouse oozing with nothing but confidence was now a broken soul adrift in a sea of hopelessness.

The sparkle in Oikawa’s eyes had dimmed, and his once infectious smile had vanished, leaving only a haunting emptiness within him.

“I can’t bear this pain, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa choked back a sob. “It’s all my fault. I pushed them away, and now they’re gone.”

Iwaizumi took a shaky step forward; he was treading on a very fine line here - one wrong step and everything’s precious to him will be gone. “We can’t bring them back, but we can try to make amends. To live for them.”

Oikawa’s trembling intensified as he clung to the slippery railing. “I don’t know if I can, Iwa-chan. The guilt is consuming me inside.”

“I feel it too,” Iwaizumi admitted, his tears now streaming down his face. “But we can’t live on like this. They wouldn’t want it.”

The rain continued to pour down around them, as though it was a metaphor for the tears they both shed for their lost friend. In that somber moment, Iwaizumi realised how much pain Oikawa was holding within him, how deeply the loss had scarred his very soul.

As Iwaizumi watched in horror, his heart pounded in his chest, desperately hoping that somehow he could reach Oikawa before he jumped. He reached out to his friend, refusing to let go, trying to anchor him to the present, to the life they once shared.

“Please, Oikawa,” he implored, voice breaking with emotion. “Don’t do this.”

Oikawa’s grip on the railing tightened, eyes hollow and distant. He seemed lost in a world of his own torment, disconnected from reality, from Iwaizumi’s pleas. The rain mixed with the tears on his cheeks, but he remained silent - it was as though the ages of torment had stolen his voice.

The darkness within Oikawa was too much to bear, and the pain too overwhelming.

Iwaizumi watched in horror as Oikawa let go of the railing and disappeared into the raging depths below, swallowed by the darkness of the river. Iwaizumi’s heart screamed in agony as he desperately reached out to save his friend, but it was too late.

He lost both his best friends, and what was once a trio bustling with energy now felt like an abandoned and desolate place. The laughter that had once filled the air now echoed back as haunting memories in his heart.

No words, no gestures, no comfort could bridge the chasm that had opened in his soul - a void that could never be filled, a longing that could never be satisfied.

just so you guys know, i wrote this story while i was on a call with this certain crush that inspired this story lol XD but he doesn’t know and we’re just minding our own business but still being on the call to keep each other accompany because we’re not sleeping hahaha edit on my a/n: fuck this. i fell asleep on the call again. this happened twice im not letting this happen anymore also i don’t know why oikawa keeps appearing in my stories like im sure there are other characters too but it seems that he fits these type of topics given his attitude and the fact that there’s iwaizumi to fight him

#haikyuu angst #oikawa x reader #oikawa angst #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader angst #haikyuu oneshot #penguwrites #sup. it seems as though suicide is a common theme in my stories (or at least in my mind)#haikyuu hurt/no comfort #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x you #haikyuu hurt #oikawa x bsf!reader

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nubs-mbee · 4 months

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Now how come I tried a drink with oat milk, which has NO dairy, and it still upset my stomach 🤨

#honestly at this point it seems like anything sweet and creamy will bother my stomach #dairy included #like what is the common theme ???

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resurrectedcrowgod · 1 year

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I refuse to believe that Nico was the only person (mortal I mean) to know about both camps

There is definitely a camper who's the descendant of both a greek god and a Roman one who know about both camps years and years before Nico but when they see people getting pissed at him for not saying anything about the camps they decide that perhaps it's not the best of times to tell people

#there seems to be a common theme in my posts #nico di angelo #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #percy jackson #pjo #hoo #toa #pjo hoo toa #rick riordan #riordanverse #rrverse

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currently-screaming-and-crying · 2 years

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I HAVE A THEORY THIS IS IMPORTANT:

I think that everyone who listens to the magnus archives, and I mean everyone, has a specific fear or fears that they’re drawn to and I really need to know if this is correct or if I’m just crazy lol

(Please tell me what yours are (if you have them) because I require validation in all things)

#the magnus archives #tma podcast #the magnus institute #mine are the vast and the stranger and the lonely if you were wondering :)#the vast seems to be a common theme here #the vast #the lonely #the stranger #tma fears #tma entities

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the-obnoxious-sibling · 2 months

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I really want shuggy getting back to be besties, brothers, whatever you want to call it, to happen without anyone else helping them that much because I feel it would de kinda undeserved? It’s their job, mostly buggy, to get over this miscommunication and maybe some help but not a lot. I wish Oda would focus only on them in that scenario.

I still hope it will be too late though. Shanks die rn, i need the clown to suffer

i totally understand the desire for these guys to fix their own problems! i don’t know that i trust them to do it, though. when shanks doesn’t seem to know why things broke bad between them, and buggy shows no signs of wanting to reconcile… seems tricky to fix something when one party doesn’t know how it broke and the other won’t admit they want it fixed, you know?

#it… also seems pretty tricky to fix if one of them is dead #but you do you anon #asked and answered #one piece #shuggy #*shuggy reconciliation #(i’m testing out a little tagging system with common themes of my asks ‘n meta… here’s hoping it’ll make it easier to find older posts)

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dew-creek · 7 months

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Morally, I'm actually quite against you shipping incest. But also you understand OHSHC's writing conventions and characters better than anyone else I've ever seen online. All of your comics I could see happening in the show. You are SO fucking funny, genuinely. Plus, also, the show itself makes incest jokes too, so. C'est la vie.

"I CHOOSE TO DISREGARD MY MORALS" WHAT A POWER MOVE ON YOURSELF ANON

But hey, thanks! And tbh, that's all I really ask for in the end - just...live and let live. Despite you not agreeing with the pairings I draw, you're still cordial and don't attack others. That's all I could ever ask for. I just draw what I think is funny, or what I think is interesting. Obviously what I'm comfortable with in fiction (never real life, obviously) is different than some other people, and that's okay. I encourage anybody who isn't comfortable with my shipping art to blacklist the ship tags or block me altogether. Tbh, maybe it's due to how small the Ouran fanbase is (these days) or maybe it is due to the nature of the show itself as you said, but I've found the majority of people in this community are very respectful in this manner. I've only got a few "kys" messages once or twice, but the majority of people have just quietly blocked me (I find this out when I try to reblog a mutual's post and I get an error X'D) which is fair! That's what the block button is for!! And it's nice to see this after having been caught in a landscape where people get harassed for far less.

Well anyways, that was just a little tangent haha. Thank you for your kindness anon! I'm glad despite it all you can get some joy from my works, that makes me very happy!

#dust;fall #no matter what series i draw for a common theme i seem to get is people really liking my comics #which is great :> since i love writing absurdist dumb humor things

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tyrramint · 8 months

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Whatttt, no, me going absolutely feral over the Fittes dress yet again and needing to draw it? Crazy, what are you talking about

Anyways, messy new WIP sketch!

#a common theme in my sketches seems to be a lack of hands #lockwood & co #lockwood and co #lucy carlyle #sketch #my art #tw eyestrain

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galactic-writes · 3 months

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Winter Spirits - Joan

(aka a Drabble series about spending winter with the ROs)

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

The fire crackles and blazes orange, washing over your faces as you huddle around it. You don’t have a fireplace but Joan had suggested pulling up a video of one on your laptop. It’s surprisingly cozy with the snow falling outside and a good book in hand.

Jo had opted for a thick textbook they found at the library, no surprise there. They were curled into a blanket, cradling a steaming mug of tea. The loveseat was small enough that even sitting on opposite ends you were pressed into each other's space. You watch as they turn a page then bring the mug up to their face, not drinking but just letting the steam waft over them with a content smile.

You feel the urge to reach over and hold their no-doubt cold face in your own hands. Instead you reach for the mug, your mug of tea that they’ve commandeered for warmth. They relent their hold to allow you a sip without looking up from their book. Heat blooms down your throat and you suspect it's not wholly from the tea. When you hand it back, your hand lingers over their cold fingers tentatively.

This seems to garner their attention and their pale eyes meet yours, studying you. They come to some mental conclusion, transferring the mug to one hand and letting the other wrap delicately around your own. They turn back to their book and it's only when they give your hand a small squeeze that you realize your own book sits abandoned on your lap.

#ch: jo #winter spirits #drabble #me actually posting the next drabble? what a surprise #I seem to have accidentally made handholding a common theme

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