#I’m just trying to make it so I don’t want to die

[what-even-is-thiss]

I try really hard to be a patient person but car owners really do get on my nerves sometimes.

No I’m not claiming that your specific city is easy to traverse without a car right now no I’m not telling disabled people that use cars to go die no most people don’t need cars when society is designed competently no I haven’t forgotten about the existence of rural areas how many times do I have to say these things over and over again just to make a post about corner grocery stores or something I just want it to be really easy to live without a car I just want streets to be nice I just want the trains to come back why do these basic ideas make people so mad

[lookingfxryou]

“I could just stare at you forever.”

“Creep.” Came Giyuu’s reply to your flirtation which only made you sigh dramatically.

“Come on! That was a good one! Didn’t you feel your heart skip a beat?” You weren’t one to back down so easily though.

You had befriended the Water Hashira after much efforts and stubbornness from your side, until the poor man had finally relented and did you the honor of replying to your questions.

Lately though, much to Giyuu’s annoyance, you had started flirting with him. (I’m not flirting with you! I’m just trying to make you blush. Don’t think so highly of yourself.”)

And he would rather die before admitting that your one liners, indeed, had some kind of effect on him. You couldn’t really tell though, with the way he always gave you a deadpan expression and a scathing retort. God, he hoped you did not know, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

(Why does he think that, though?)

“The only thing I felt was wanting to reach home faster.”

You pouted and walked a few steps ahead of him, turning back to look at him and walking backwards.

“One of these days, I’ll make you blush so hard that you’ll have a nosebleed.”

That unwillingly pulled out a smile from him which had you beaming. Now that he looked at you, you were really beautiful. Sure you were one of the strongest slayers and had prevailed against a lot of deadly opponents, but there was something about your smile, the way it had your eyes crinkling, that gave him pause. Made him think of you in a totally different way.

Shaking his head, your conversation stopped as you reached his house. You wasted no time in going ahead and calling out for Tanjiro and Nezuko.

(What even were they doing in his home, he had no clue anymore. Something about being in the most quiet and inconspicuous place. As if there was anything inconspicuous about those two.)

“Don’t you have to go home?” He called out making his way inside and you stopped before furrowing your brows at him.

“Don’t steal my babies from me.”

He just sighed and went ahead to his room. God, you were infuriating, had no sense of personal space, kept talking to him–

“Did he come around then?” He could hear Tanjiro’s voice, dull since they were probably farther from his private quarters, but his nonetheless.

He could hear you giggles.

“You are too optimistic, Tanjiro. He still thinks I’m just trying to make him blush.”

A pause.

“Which is true, I suppose, but he doesn’t really take my words seriously.”

“Why don’t you just tell him that you like him?”

Giyuu felt his breath hitch at Tanjiro’s words. There was no way that you liked him. The antisocial, rude, idiotic him.

“And risk him completely shutting down on me, and everyone else? No, I can be patient. Besides I got him to smile today!”

He could hear Tanjiro’s exclamations but his heart was beating so fast that he couldn’t even think properly. Did you really–? But you could choose anyone else–? Why him?

Your voice turned lower, more serious and Giyuu had to strain his ears to hear your next words.

“He’s one of the kindest people I know, Tanjiro. And maybe he doesn’t see it himself but I do. I see the way he is with strangers, helping silently, not asking for anything. I see him with you and Nezuko and how much he cares, even if he doesn’t show it. He deserves so much more and I hope he will get it someday. Until then, I’ll be his friend and stay by his side.”

This was not happening, no, no, no. He could feel it, his skin getting clammy, heart beating fast and the heating of his face.

You thought this much about him?

Your conversation turned to other topics after that and Giyuu moved away to go outside where the cool air caressed his warm, blushing cheeks.

You would never let him live it down if you saw him like this.

Well, since you came all this way to his home, he supposed it was only natural to ask you to have lunch together.

Along with Tanjiro and Nezuko, of course!

Just a normal lunch with friends.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #giyuu tomioka #demon slayer giyuu #kny giyuu #giyuu x reader #demon slayer fanfiction #kny fanfic #giyuu x you #giyuu lives in my head rent free ever since i saw the second episode #he deserves the whole world #pls someone get him to smile again

[calaisreno]

Bottles

Note: I have two stories today because I couldn't make up my mind.

This one is sad (alcoholism, Sad John, Not Dead Sherlock, reunion, reconciliation, rehab. No MCD). The next one (Imagine) is much happier.

887 words / Prompt: Empty

He’s forgotten where he lives. 

He hasn’t forgotten the little house in Clapham where his bed is, but as usual, his feet have taken him to Baker Street. That only happens when he’s been drinking. Well, it happens all the time these days. 

Pockets, pockets. He still has a key, but he can’t find it. 

“Lost it,” he says to himself. This seems true, and certainly describes his entire life these days. Since. After. 

Lost it. He’s lost it.

It’s cold, almost November. Maybe it is November. If he closes his eyes— he does— he remembers another November. Back. Before. 

Maybe he doesn’t have a bed now. He doesn’t have a job, so it’s quite possible that the house he remembers, the one with the bed and his clothes and a telly that doesn’t work, maybe that’s gone too. All his stuff, gone. 

Sherlock gone. 

He’ll cry if he thinks about that. 

He’s already is crying. 

The ground is suddenly closer than he thought. That’s because he’s sitting on the kerb outside 221B Baker Street. His face is wet and the ground is cold and he doesn’t have a place to sleep and all his stuff is gone. 

“Why did you die?” If he were sober, he’d just ask inside of his head, and the Sherlock that lives there would say something cryptic. 

You’re worried they’re right.

Heroes don’t exist.

Alone protects me.

It’s my note.

Mind Palace Sherlock. No, John has never had a Mind Palace. Nothing so grand. He doesn’t have a palace, not even one tiny bedsit now. 

If he went home, if he had a home, he could sit in his chair and close his eyes and pretend Sherlock didn’t die. 

He pulls the bottle out of his pocket. Nearly empty. He could drink it all in one swallow. 

No, he already has. 

The bottle clinks on the pavement. He tries to be careful when he puts them in the recycling bin, not let them clink against one another. That sound bothers him, shames him that there are so many. 

Ashamed, he sits on the kerb, his feet in the road. Maybe he should just lie down in the road. Nobody would be surprised if he died that way. Better than a bullet. Better than drinking himself to death. 

Rising to his feet, he sways. It’s a bad idea, standing up, but he wants to lie in the middle of the road and go to sleep. And never wake up. 

He grasps at the air, trying to regain his balance, and finds he’s leaning against a car. A black car. The door opens and someone gets out. 

Well, this will be embarrassing. For both of us.

Mycroft doesn’t pick up drunks. When necessary, he has people who do that for him. People who do his dirty work, clean up the vomit and wipe the blood off the upholstery. 

No, they’re not getting into the car. The dirty work bloke is carrying him towards the door.  And there’s Mycroft with the key, opening it. 

“I’ve got you, John,” the dirty work bloke says. “You’re okay. You’re fine.”

He smells so familiar. That coat. “Sherlock,” he whispers. “Don’t be dead.”

He’s floating up. Up, up. It feels nice. The way home used to feel.

So gently, he’s laid down in a bed. A hand strokes his hair. “John.”

He’s crying. “Stop being dead.”

“Hush, John. I’m not dead. Remember? I came back.”

“But… but.” He’s not in the street. Clue: no cars. Soft. Warm. Ah, bed. 

Someone is putting a pillow behind his head. It’s nice. 

“John, sit up and have some water.”

“I got married,” he announces. “Did I get married?”

“You did.” 

It’s the voice he remembers, the one that gives him shivers. “Am I dead?”

“No, you’re not.” A hand on his hair. “Hush, you’re safe. Rest now.”

In the other room, they’re talking softly to one another. 

“How many times, Sherlock? He needs medical care. Rehab.”

“No, Mycroft. No hospitals. I’ll take care of him. Molly’s got Rosie for now, and Harry’s coming tomorrow.”

“Don’t be selfish, Sherlock. Are you sure this is what he’d want?”

Their voices are quieter now, further away. 

“I have to fix this. I want to.”

“Well, then. I’ll leave you to it. Call me.”

In the silence, he drifts. He and Sherlock were in a pub, he thinks. 

No, they were playing a game. I’m you, aren’t I?

He’s chasing a hound through the mist…

Sherlock is standing on the roof...

A gunshot, and he runs… don’t be dead…

Stay with me…

Goodbye, John…

He sobs. “Why are you still dead? I asked you to come back.”

He feels himself gathered into strong arms. “I heard you. I’m here.”

“Every time you say that, you leave me. Every time, you’re dead.”

He touches the face he loves. His fingers come away wet. Sherlock is crying. 

“Please, John. You have to stop this. Stay with me, please.”

I’m not the one who leaves, he thinks. I’m the one who’s alone.

“All right.” Sighing, he leans into the vision. They’re standing under a starry sky, and it’s beautiful. Sherlock is beautiful. 

“I love you,” he says, smiling up at him. “Always meant to say. I love you.”

Sherlock kisses him “I love you too. Stay with me.”

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Please read the next one too! Imagine. A 1024-word fixit for Series 3-4.

#mayprompts2024

[xoxochb]

Love your work!! Would you do a Leo Valdez x daughter of Poseidon where reader has a hard time talking about her emotions and Leo just reassures her to take her time and everything will be okay? Just general fluff comfort

˗ˋ old habits die screaming ˊ˗

warnings: sad? but there’s redeeming comfort so don’t worry!! also y/n/n is your nickname

pairing: leo valdez x daughter of poseidon

summary: read the request!

A/N: I am once again asking for requests… I’m bored out of my mind 😭

today was a rough day

packed with things to do, not once getting a break, not even a break to eat

It was exhausting

this was your fifth lap around cabin three, the overwhelming feeling that there was more to do wouldn’t seem to leave you

you stopped in your tracks when you heard the door to your cabin open

“y/n?”

your face lights up when you see who it is, “leo!”

you run over to him, engulfing him in a hug, and he wastes no time to return it

“are you okay? I saw you pacing…” he asks worriedly

“I’m fine, I was- well… I don’t know honestly” a single tear falls down your cheek

“oh y/n/n, c’mon let’s sit down, yeah?” you let him lead you to your bed, taking a set beside him

you let him take your hands in his, “do you want to talk about it?”

“I wish I could… there’s just so much, I don’t even know” you frown

“that’s fine, I’ll be here for as long as you need, I’ll even stay here for all of eternity if you really wanted me to” he laughs, trying to lighten the mood

you sigh, a faint smile making its way to your face, “I don’t really know how to explain it, I just feel, overwhelmed I guess, I don’t even know if that’s the right word. There’s just so much to do, always, all the time, and it’s frustrating, I just want a break for once…” you trail off, more tears pooling your eyes, but you’re quick to wipe them away, “I’m sorry”

leo gives you a scared look, “no! don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong, you’re fine” he pulls you in (yet again) for a hug, “why don’t you talk with chiron or mr. d later? I’m sure if you tell them how you feel they won’t be mad”

“I guess I will. can we stay here for a while though?” you ask

“we can stay here for as long as you want, I love you” and he places a kiss on the top of your head

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #pjo fandom #percy jackson #pjo spoilers #pjo #percy series #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x reader #pjo fanfic #pjo x reader #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #percy pjo

[iamoutofideas]

being serious about exercise, I’ve never really hated the concept because I used to like playing outside & going on bushwalks, bike rides & surfing as a kid but I always vehemently hated the whole culture around it like “no pain, no gain” & “if you eat literally anything you will be so fat & die” + shows like the biggest loser on tv as well as my parents shoving rhetoric like that in my face just made me feel bad & made me think like, what are you guys, catholic?

then around the end of the 2010’s I seeing started people posting hard “no pain, no gain” type workout videos that tried to package a whole faux-positive motivational speech with it & the whole thing to me just read like a huge juxtaposition because the minute I stopped watching & looked up from my phone it was back to the same old shit so it’s genuinely hard for me to believe it anymore.

nowadays I like going for walks when there’s a nice afternoon but I feel like my body is fighting me whenever I try to do that, like I don’t just not have the mental energy but I also don’t have the physical energy either, couple that with the fact my town is built like you should be walking for hours on end or not at all & it’s a whole recipe for disaster, like I really would like to walk around & be more active but it’s something that requires both mental & physical alignment that very rarely comes together.

there was a moment when I was living in melbourne where walking felt easier because it didn’t just feel like exercise, it felt like transporting myself + my job being physically demanding meant I came out of bookings feeling like I had a good workout. I actually lost a bit of weight & felt good about that, but now I’m back here I’ve put on double what I had before & can’t fit into a bunch of my clothes & that makes shopping second hand even more difficult because the fatter you are the less, yknow… good things the op shops have will fit you, meaning it becomes more expensive to buy clothes or I don’t bother dressing how I want at all.

I don’t have any disrespect to those that did find comfort in working out & whatnot but to me it all sucks & I feel like I can’t win either way.

[highladyelenna]

Wow, okay. So i didn’t think I needed to clarify that this post:

was indeed a shit post and a fucking joke.

But, some people decided to take jokes and treat them seriously so I guess let me defend myself??

I said that this scene was important for Feyre not because of ANYTHING that had to do with Rhys. This scene was important to Feyre because she needed to learn how to rely on herself. She was used to relying on Tamlin or Rhysand in her new life. So much so that she forgot she relied on herself and her instincts most of her life. Feyre wanted to be apart of the war coming. She wanted to help. So she needed to learn how to be collected and calm and rely on herself in order to survive. In war it’s messy. It’s dangerous. You are risking your life every second. Every choice you make risks your life. Now, was this scene dangerous? Yes. Could Rhys have taught her this an easier way? Yes. BUT you need to remember that this scene was in order to prepare to go steal the Book from Tarquin. Would that be an easier situation to be in? No. Would it be less dangerous? No. So, as much as I felt for Feyre. As much as I wish Rhys did it differently, I understand why. He didn’t do it to “prove her love” the ring just happened to be there. And, let’s not forget that Rhys was there the WHOLE time. Do you really think that he’d just let her die? He would’ve stepped in if she needed but he can’t coddle her. She needed to learn to stand on her own two feet.

This post really had nothing to do with Tamlin. Quite literally NOTHING. So bringing him up to start an argument is just kinda wild. But this brings to their next comment.

The countless innocents that you are referring to..I assume is under the mountain? Which..is no one’s fault but Amaranthas?

Rhysand UTM was terrible. He was cruel. He was a monster. Because he HAD to be. He had to play his part to free Pyrithan. He is a morally grey character and they do things that most people don’t agree with that’s the whole point.

The kiss scene was not okay. It was assault and that’s that. Doesn’t matter if it was just a kiss. He had a reason for doing it but again it was assault point blank. I have never stated in any of my posts that I condone him forcefully kissing Feyre no matter his intentions. Even though Feyre understood why it was uncomfortable to read and SJM should’ve written something-anything else.

I’ve stated my opinion on the pregnancy situations many times. But basically, I think the whole situation was utter bullshit and SJM using Feyres pregnancy to give Nesta a redemption arc was bullshit.

Rhys not telling Feyre about the pregnancy and trying to find a way to fix the situation wasn’t okay. Madja should’ve told her. Rhys should’ve told her. Everyone should’ve told her. I really wish we got the pregnancy from their povs just to get into their heads and thought processes.

“Bullied Feyre into being the perfect little wife” im sorry but i think you got Rhys and Tamlin mixed up on that one 😉

“locked nesta in a tower because she didn’t ‘behave properly’” right because Nesta couldn’t ever leave the HoW and no i’m not talking about the stupid steps. All she needed to do was ask one of them to fly her down and then she’d be able to leave. and yes because Nesta was totally not killing herself by drinking and starving herself for a year, no they totally locked her up bc she wouldn’t listen to Rhys. Right in the dot with that one. Really got me.

Personally Silver Flames was a mess and I hated everyone’s actions in that book and wish SJM didn’t even write it at that point because it’s so bad.

Anyways, the difference between you and I is that I can admit that I don’t agree with every action Rhysand makes. I can admit that I don’t agree with the things that he’s done, while also appreciating the food that he’s done. The good in him. The way he’s become a better version of himself over the books.

Now, I’m not really going to make this post about Tamlin because my original post wasn’t about him but I will say Tamlin was never and will ever be the better choice FOR FEYRE.

So, can y’all please stop turning every light hearted post and joke into a fucking war in the comments? Like please. It’s really stupid and you can go rant and rave on your own blogs and in your own tags but leave ours alone. I don’t really delete comments bc Express your opinions on posts that warrant it for all I care but really? Turning a joke into this is just crazy.

This fandom has gotten so crazy over the years and Im really over it like ugh.

Anyways: rant over. Sorry for the long post.

[writing-for-life]

@morpheusbaby3 thinks we need a bit more comedy fics around here, and I agree.

I’m trying that precarious balance with Dream’s Therapist, but I also often insert a bit of humour into my fics (tragedy often needs a bit of comedy around the edges, and comedy works best when it’s weirdly tragic. I’ll die on that hill 🤣).

So I’ll just post a little snippet from my WiP. I don’t even know if it’ll make the Final Cut (it’s quite bad actually 🙈), but it was fun to write and sorely needed at the time.

Merv and Matthew are bitching. What else…

Mervyn busied himself, broom in hand, with sweeping up the leaves of the oak that sat in the centre of the courtyard. The bristles frequently caught on the cobblestone underfoot, made of meticulously placed stones, and he began to mumble to himself. “No idea why I’m sweeping up again, the stones take care of themselves, why don’t the bloody leaves? Should take ‘em away himself, wave his hand or somethin’… but what do I know…”

Matthew sat perched on a bench and cawed, “The roses are particularly vibrant this afternoon, eh, Merv?”

Mervyn leaned on the end of the broomstick. “Not here to talk about vibrant roses, are ya?”

Matthew was just about to say something when a bee flew past his beak, and with one snap, he ate it.

“Scoffin’ down a dream like it’s nothin’. Don’t let the boss see that.”

“Sorry,” he burped and quickly flitted over to the fountain to take a sip of water.

“Ain’t got all day, whaddya want, bird?”

Matthew hopped closer again and puffed up his feathers, seemingly weighing up his words. “Did you notice anything? I mean, about him?”

“Like what?” Mervyn grunted.

“Well, he’s not completely oblivious to his surroundings, but he seems a bit… lost in his own world?”

Merv took a cigar out of the breast pocket of his dungarees and lit it.

“Well, you don’t let the boss see that,” Matthew commented.

“As if he cared. Not at the moment anyway.”

“So you did notice?”

“The lovey-dovey thing? Yeah, caught ‘em giggling away like kids a few days ago. Well, she was anyway…”

Matthew cawed in very apparent discomfort. “That’s not what I mean. Well, maybe, but they’re sorta… married, or whatever you guys call this shizzle, so I don’t care. But I can’t be the only one noticing the stolen glances, the knowing smiles, the constant touches even when they work, and those… sudden disappearances? And it’s not like they’re exactly trying to hide it. Well, don’t know, they seem to make an effort to be discreet but… I mean, we’re not stupid?”

Mervyn’s eye-holes narrowed. “Hate to break it to you, bird, but we all know what those fireworks mean, right?”

“What fireworks?” Matthew shrieked, then croaked. “The aurora?! Across the night sky?!”

“Yep. Should be grateful that’s as far as displays of his hard to control feelings go these days. Could be worse. Has been worse. Could tell ya stories you’d not wanna hear.”

“What the fuck, man…”

“Precisely.”

“Merv, come on, that’s rude.”

“Not me using swear words, bird.” He blew smoke circles into the air. “Whatever makes him easier to be around is fine by me.”

“Yeah yeah, he might even get you a leaf-blower one day…” Matthew muttered.

“A what?”

“Never mind…”

…

Sorry, it’s awful, but it had to be written at the time. I’ll go hide under a bush somewhere 🤣

#the sandman fanfiction #sandman fanfiction #the sandman #sandman #matthew the raven #merv pumpkinhead #mervyn pumpkinhead #sandman fanfic #sandman fic #current wip #the sandman fanfic #a bit of comedy #and a bitching session #the pillars of creation #the light of stars

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Stranded Chapter 2

Summary:  Tossed overboard and lost at sea, Bucky washes up on an uninhabited island.  Injured, lost and scared, with little to no wilderness training, he fights to survive.  But is he really alone?

Warnings: bodily injury, mentions of sexual harassment/assault, eventual smut

Bucky was woken up by someone shaking him.

“Bucky, you need to wake up,” a voice said. 

Bucky groaned, his body feeling heavy.  He vaguely remembered a woman…Y/N… stranded….  He tried to open his eyes but his head was pounding.  He felt like he was boiling, his body covered in sweat but shivering violently.  

“You’re burning up, we need to cool you down,” she said, trying to pull him off the bed.  He finally peeled his eyes open, looking into a pair of worried eyes.

“Huh, pretty,” he mumbled, a goofy smile on his face.  

Y/N scoffed before tapping his cheek firmly.  “Come on, Bucky!  Get up!”  He groaned as he slowly lifted himself.  Y/N put one of his arms around her shoulders and led him out of the plane.  He trudged next to her back to the waterfall, his steps clumsy and his head leaning on top of her head.  Once they reached the rocks Y/N turned to him and started unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off then reaching for his pants.

“Hey now,” Bucky giggled deliriously, “take me out first at least.”

Y/N didn’t say anything and pulled his pants then his underwear down, helping him step out of them before stripping herself.  She pulled him to the water and had him step in, submerging him up to his neck and having him lean his back against her front.  She positioned herself against a wall of the pool and wound her arms around his shoulders to keep him afloat. 

Y/N cupped some water in her hand and ran it down the side of his face and repeated it all over his face, neck and hair.  As she ran her fingers through his hair he hummed.  The cool water was helping his body temperature regulate.  

They sat in silence for a long while, listening to the waterfall until she started humming again.  Bucky was slowly becoming more aware, his mind finally catching up to what was happening.  He felt her breasts against his back, his butt nestled in between her legs.  He tensed, making her tilt her head to look at him.  “You okay?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowed and a small frown on her lips.

“Yeah I’m…” he stared at her.  “I’m sorry,” he sat up and floated away from her.  Y/N watched him worriedly, following him in the water.

“You were burning up, let me see,” she said, holding her hand up to check his forehead again.

“I’m fine,” Bucky waved her off, continuing to move out of her reach.

“No you’re not,” Y/N said, sounding more annoyed.

“Y/N,” Bucky held his hands out to her.  She stopped.  “I can’t…I can’t do this,” he said and hauled himself out of the pool, quickly grabbing his clothes and heading back towards the plane.  He heard Y/N get out of the pool as he staggered back to the camp.  She quickly caught up to him as he was buttoning his shirt back on.

“What is your problem?  I was just trying to help you.  You’re fever spiked and the only way to cool you down was in the water–”

“I know!  And I appreciate that,” Bucky grumbled as he reached the plane.  It was dark out, the only light coming from the fire outside.  

“Then what’s going on?” Y/N asked as she followed him into the plane.  He headed towards the back.  “Don’t you dare think that you can sleep on my bed after this whole weird interaction!” she yelled at him.  Bucky stopped and looked at her surprised.  “I was just trying to help,” Y/N sighed exasperatedly.  “If you don’t want my help, then you can go fend for yourself.  I just didn’t want to watch another person die.  But fuck me, I guess.”  She walked around him to the back room and closed the door behind her.

Bucky rubbed his face roughly with his hands.  Being stranded was making him insane.  She was just trying to help, the only help he was going to find, and he had to go making it weird because they just so happened to be naked.  His body still felt heavy, but the cool water had helped clear his head and made him feel a lot better.  He walked to the door and knocked on it softly.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.  I…I appreciate your help, I’d probably be close to death if it weren’t for you helping me.  I was just…being naked kinda freaked me out, I’m sorry.”  He listened carefully but heard nothing.  He sighed heavily and as he turned to sleep in a chair the door opened.  He looked back and saw her peering around it.

“You’re going to have to get used to being naked around here,” Y/N said, an amused smirk on her face.  “No other options really.”

“You’re right,” Bucky laughed.  “I made it weird, and I’m sorry.  Thank you for helping me,” he said as he leaned against the door frame.  

Y/N opened the door wide and stepped closer to him.  “Look, we’re both stuck here.  And to be honest, it’s nice to have someone else.  But we’re both going to have to work together and get past the weird stuff quickly.  Can you do that?”  Bucky nodded.  “Okay then.  Now get back to bed.  You still need to rest,” she pointed to the bed, moving out of the way to let him lay down.  He did as she said and got himself comfortable again.  Y/N then moved to lay next to him, keeping some distance between them.  “Goodnight Bucky.”

“Goodnight Y/N,” he yawned.

#marvel #smut #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #deserted island #uninhabited island #stranded #lost #chapter 2

[waterdeepp]

In regards to Gale being manipulative…

I do not believe Gale is perfect, for starters. I believe he’s human. It absoutely grinds my gears to see people pull every excuse in the book as to why he’s somehow evil or toxic. So, join me in this comically long post on why i disagree.

On Gale’s Relationship Manipulation In Act I

I’ve seen so many posts saying his first romance scene (where he is teaching the player magic) the start of his manipulation and i Just Have To Laugh. Are you for real? Guys. Come on

For those unaware, Gale begins to teach the player magic, hoping to share a special or intimate moment with them. You can begin his romance or keep it platonic at this point. Make the call. I’ll be using direct quotes from a game article to draw debunk points from.

NOTE: I AM NOT PUTTING THIS WRITER ON BLAST!! I am simply using points from their article that i see others use!

[Gale’s Manipulative Tendencies Are Stronger Towards Someone He Is Romantically Involved With]

I don’t believe Gale is being manipulative in his romance introduction. I believe he’s wanting to share a moment with the Player. If the Player is a magic user Warlock/Wizard/Sorcerer, it remains the same. Gale is a Wizard, he would understand the technicalities of magic better than a Sorcerer or Warlock. Sorcerers are born magic users, but it doesn’t inherently mean they’re as skilled as a Wizard. Wizards understand the finer points simply because they STUDY. He asked if you are studied in magic - namely a wizard on the beach. He doesn’t dismiss you for being a non wizard, he’s just SEEKING a wizard. I’m getting off topic. Back to the romance scene

[One of the earlier scenes in which the player can form a relationship with the wizard involves him “teaching” them a bit of magic (even if they are also a spellcaster and ostensibly don’t need any teaching), which entails him guiding their hands as they perform a rudimentary spell.]

It was a romance scene. Gale is a teacher, of course he’s going to help guide the player. He doesn’t dismiss your ability if you’re a natural magic user, the scene remains the same.

[it can come off as creepy or opportunistic, like he’s trying to use magic to subtly seduce you.]

You don’t have to agree to it. You can very easily tell him no or stop at any point! He used something he’s good at to get closer to you, this is not manipulation! If the player imagines kissing him, he doesn’t make a move or push the issue. He drops it. He’s not seducing you, you are seducing him.

Is showing romantic interest in someone manipulation these days?

Act II

The Orb

The thing that can kill him and everyone around him. Yes, he talks about it a lot

[brings up the doom he faces due to the volatile magic in his chest as an excuse to become intimate, insinuating that he might die soon and it might be the last chance. While other characters in the player’s camp may straightforwardly ask to have a romantic or sexual relationship with the player, Gale seems almost like he is trying to coax them into it.]

That is simply not what happened. He is sharing his emotions and the severity of the situation. He expresses his fear. He does the same if you are platonic with him, just no sex scene of course.

He uses this time to tell you he’s in love with you. He’s been tasked to kill himself, OF COURSE he wants to confess his love before he fucking dies!! You can very easily turn him down before you get to this point. Even if you are romantic with him. He never pressured you into sex. Period. He did not manipulate you into having sex with him. He confessed his emotions during a time of hardship and fear. This is not manipulation. It’s honesty.

Gale is faced with a great choice. This could be his last chance to experience the human emotion of love. He loves the player and won’t let it go to waste. Coaxing you, yes. He’s trying to court you but he doesn’t have enough time. He’s afraid. He respects your choice of saying no early on .

Confessing how you feel is not manipulation. He did not use sex to manipulate the player. He had sex with the player because he’s in love with them. If you want to be very technical, Astarion used sex to manipulate the player. His own words.

I’ll end this here.

TLDR: Gale is not the male manipulator people say

#gale dekarios #this post is long enough so i’ll end it here

[shivblogger]

It’s been one year since the end of my dear, dear world of a tv show, and I wanted to try and reflect a little bit on why I love it so much. I’m sure all of this has been said before but I love my little tv show and I love discussing it with all of you and I will be talking about it until I die! 

I’ve turned succession over in my mind so much that I don’t even know where to begin. There is so much being discussed at once. Corporate greed, American politics, extreme wealth and its consequences, generational trauma, familial inheritance, the death of old media. How power and status become all that matter when money is something that never even passes through your mind. How tying your personal identity to capitalist structures so closely makes your humanity become a weakness, a roadblock to be trampled over as thoroughly as possible on your way up. 

Of course, the siblings are the true heart of the show. The weight of Waystar being put on Kendall’s shoulders at age seven, only to be shrugged off by Logan in adulthood. Roman, forever the weaker dog, playing the fool to avoid fighting for something he didn’t want. Shiv’s stubborn insistence that she can be seen on the same level as her brothers despite endless evidence to the contrary. The icy, wealth insulated bubble they were raised in; never having to live as real people, but only knowing abuse, isolation, and mistreatment from their family. Their complete disregard for how their own power and wealth affects people, and their endless ability to fail with no repercussions. Clawing to their goals with everything at their disposal and nothing to lose, but still losing anyway. Learning from childhood that loving their siblings means tearing them apart and spending the rest of their lives fighting that endless uphill battle because it’s all they’ve ever known. 

Does it even matter that the love is there, when all that love means to you is knowing what soft spots will hurt the most when you hit them as hard as you can?

And the worst part is, they’re fighting for nothing, they’re bearing their teeth while everyone else laughs on the sidelines because they’re a complete fucking joke. They’re unqualified children fighting for the throne of a dying empire that can only be won by gaining approval of a man who despises them for the upbringing that he brought upon them.

There are very few pieces of media that are able to depict tragedy in the true sense of greek or shakespearean classics. Where the events and actions are framed in such a calculated, gutting, beautiful way. It physically pains me seeing Succession framed as “the business show” when the humanity and tragedy of the roy siblings is written and developed so thoroughly well that I know I’ll never be able to find something comparable to it again. The characters are so fully formed that you can see their mistakes and losses coming from a mile away. Every decision made is informed by countless layers of development and backstory. Every line of dialogue matters and even seemingly throwaway lines make you reinterpret characters’ actions from episodes or seasons ago. “Dad’s view was, yours aren’t real.” One line in the last ten minutes of the series finale, completely reframing kendall as a character.

I could go on about the writing, directing, production and costume design, cinematography, blocking, the choice to shoot on film, the absolutely perfect casting… but this has already reached an insufferable length, so, another time.

There’s lots of speculation on what happened post finale, if they could ever come back from that board room. I don’t think there’s any way through life for the siblings other than hand in unlovable hand. What’s crawling back to each other one more time, after all of the hurt and betrayal that you’ve already let pass? “He never saw anything he loved that he didn't want to kick, just to see if it would still come back.” It’s the only love they have. It’s all they’ve ever known. 

#hbo succession #succession #shiv roy #roman roy #kendall roy #cross posting because a bunch of notes app screenshots on twitter just doesnt hit the same way a giant block of text on tumblr does

[nerdieforpedro]

The old switcheroo

If you could take one Pedro character and switch them into another of the characters universes, which one would it be? Let’s say, throw Dave York into The Great Wall. And what do you think that would look like? How would he do? Run with it. I even dare you to write a short dribble drabble. Well, I just wanted to write dribble drabble.

I'm unsure if my Drabble...if it can even be called that at this point 🤣 truly answers your question. I interpreted it, to mean that Dave and Pero switched places.

Our man Pero is dealing with it better than Dave, though, that could just be favoritism on my part. 👀 It's not all easy for Pero either, just different.

The question could have been any Pedro character, but I figured these two would be interesting.

I present: (I found Angela Lansbury! 💖)

Two Men out of Time

Dave York and Pero Tovar

Word Count: 1169 (I giggled - I am stuck in middle school).

Warnings: Limited understanding of Middle Ages, insults to ponytails, movie and video game references, William slander (I'm fine with this.), NAKED PERO, implied past sex work, Ogling a naked Pero, implying possible future sex work, maybe some inappropriate touching (I mean, she likely did, let's be real here), I think that's about it.

Notes: Like I said, no idea if this answered the question. This is what I wrote today after sipping two things of hot cocoa while brainstorming because you always have thought-provoking asks.

Silence can be a tool when done correctly. Honestly, it’s the best choice right now. He would close his eyes and try to picture himself back in the hotel, which he remembered falling asleep in, but he did that while he was laid out on his back near a river. 

Did not work. 

Had his face licked by a horse of all things. Dave has never had a reason to encounter a horse, and would have liked that to have been his only encounter with one, but with the horse, came three men. York tried to get up, but his clothes were much heavier than he remembered. The men called him a name he didn’t recognize and rather than correcting them, he remained quiet and nodded. They chuckled and patted him on the back after helping up, mocking him for falling off of his horse and that it was unlike him to not be able to handle his drink. Laughing with the men, Dave saw that they were all wearing armor like out of one of his daughter’s world history books. 

Which time period was this? Is he wearing armor too? Is that why it’s so hard to move? He also has weapons on his back. They’re swords, three of them. Looks to be one main and two twin swords. York was still clean shaven which appeared to confuse his comrades. They mocked him for his face, the pale one with the ponytail mocked him the most. Dave could break his neck, but he chuckled along before making a scowl. The men seem to be heading toward a village, maybe they’re in the middle ages. 

How is he going to navigate this? Is this ‘Pero’ supposed to be an ancestor of his? Wasn’t this a video game? Or that Michael Fassbender movie?

Their group arrives in a tavern where they drink some sort of barley based drink. Dave is by no means a lightweight, but five mugs in and he’s having trouble seeing straight. One of the barmaids? He assumes that’s what they're called, she helps him upstairs, but he shoos her away as she appears to want some money for certain services. Dave knows next to knowing about this time period, but he remembers hygiene not being a top priority. So in addition to not wanting to entertain that woman, the food may make him sick, he also may have rashes and expect vermin. Many of them. Maybe if he sleeps this time, he’ll wake up back in the bed with those two women he’d enjoyed the night with. Even if they weren’t there, just back the bed, in his own time would be great. Is he going to die from dysentery? Is that still a thing? Should he be concerned about a plague? “This is bullshit. When I wake up. I’m gonna smack that guy with the ponytail. I don’t look like a drowned rat. His name was William, he will pay.” Dave drifts off to sleep with anger in his heart for Will. The man in question’s ears burn while he continues to drink downstairs. 

Pero’s back felt good for once. He was on something soft, he rose out of bed too quickly. He’s naked. Unsure why and there’s two women looking at him curiously. “Dave, we don’t know where you’ve been but you can’t come here smelling like that. We got you washed and everything but he had to toss those sheets. The madam will be in to see you to talk to you about it.” For some reason, there were two women wearing undergarments he’s never seen telling him that they washed him and put him back in this bed. They were calling him Dave. He has no clue who this Dave is but apparently he is at this establishment quite a lot. Pero is familiar with this type of place. Maybe this is how the aristocrats have their brothels set up, though there are still many confusing things here. 

Moving to the edge of the bed, it doesn’t feel bad to be this clean, only odd. He wouldn’t even be scrubbed quite like this before meeting generals, lords or ladies. Cracking his neck, the door to his room opened and he was greeted by a stout woman in a silk dress. Her eyes focus between his thighs for a moment before going back to his face. She studied that as well. The two women were behind her and she closed the door on them, locking it. “You are not Dave York. A curious specimen of a man. You resemble him though, not quite in all the ways I see.” The woman moves to stand two feet away from Pero. “You can call me Ms. Magnolia. What should I call you handsome?”

“I am Pero Tovar Señora Magnolia. I do not know how I came to be here. I last remember falling off my horse. Who did you think I was?” His eyes follow her as she sits next to him on the bed and pats his shoulder. Tovar eyes her carefully, he can overpower her easily, but he knows little about what has happened. It’s best to get information first. 

“That’s no matter. You’re clearly not him. I feel that you’ll be more amenable to me supporting you as I help you navigate this strange world. You’re not from here or this time. So auspicious.”

“Are you a witch?”

“No. Just sensitive to the natural world my dear gorgeous man. If you don’t want my help, you’re more than welcome to use what money you may have on your person to pay for our services, but…” Ms. Magnolia stands and looks over her shoulder. “Given your current state, you may have trouble with that.”

“You would be correct Señora. May I have some clothes to put on so I can explore to get my bearings?” Pero placed his hands on his knees, if the madam might be swayed to help him in any fashion, he’ll need to use what he has. Tovar doesn’t see any of his weapons so his body is on deck then. 

“I don’t mind you like this Pero, but I understand you wouldn’t want to walk around like this. I can get you some clothes. There might be some things we can do to get you accustomed to things. Do not worry.” Her wide smile did in fact make him worry, but soon he was brought clothes and she ‘assisted’ him in putting them on. He next asked for food, which she did leave the room to go retrieve. Alone with his thoughts, Tovar closed his eyes. He had on what they call a t-shirt and sweatpants. They were loose, soft and comfortable. Easy to move in, but offer no protection. 

What the hell kind of mess had he gotten himself into now? Pero can’t even blame this one on William and his stupid ponytail that he never cuts off. No, Tovar will always blame that silly hair choice. 

Tagging @soft-persephone (for the drowned rat 🐀)

@604to647 @avastrasposts @tinytinymenace @morallyinept @iamskyereads (five Pero girls)

@megamindsecretlair Because she'll giggle - I know it

#Nerdie's ask box #it's where the wild things are #or two wild men #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #Dave york #pero tovar

[yellobb]

Added a fuck ton of filtered tags because I had a breakdown 🤪

For the foreseeable future, this blog will be pretty much exclusively for processing my feelings or posting shit that makes me happy. I know that it’s important to share stuff that’s going on in the real world and to not turn a blind eye, but I need this to be a safe space for me

#m rambles #had an excellent day today #ruined it for myself by reading too much about everything depressing happening in the world right now #now it feels like I’ll never be happy again 🙃 #so yeah I think I’m at the ‘you need to step away’ point #I’m not ignoring what’s happening #I’m just trying to make it so I don’t want to die #if you for some reason feel like this is unreasonable or selfish of me just go ahead and block me #trust me I feel unreasonable and selfish enough without your input

[tariah23]

Noooo…… first it’s Yuuta and Shoko, now they’re yo-yoing back around to Megumi.

#no they’re bashing megumi even more than ever now…. sometimes some characters aren’t built for all of THIS AND ITS OKAY #he’s forever traumatized bro he just lost his sister in front of his eyes and his body was the one that killed her #same situation with Gojo who took care of his sister and he from when they was toddlers and up #megumi doesn’t want to live anymore and yuuji has already tried getting through to him he’s completely broken and even if he’s saved megumi #might not ever be the same #I feel like fans keep on forgetting that these are kids going through all of this stuff that even some of the hardest adults wouldn’t be #able to handle #they bash him but a lot of these same ppl forget what happened to getou and love him unconditionally #they’d say “’well other characters have lost a lot as well and they’re still trying!’ and I just have to #restate that again; simply not every character is built like some hard boiled shounen badass jjk is not the usual shounen that a lot of #fans still refuse to see tbh like it’s kind of built different 🗿 #it’s core genres are literally horror/psychological horror like no one if gonna be bouncing back like Naruto bro #and in Naruto’s case he never got to see anyone precious to him die in front of him #who knows what Naruto would’ve went through if sasuke was killed in front of him #but then again #Naruto was already a crazy ass #he vowed to kill sasuke and die with him so nvm #but megumi ISNT crazy like that that’s the difference ajsjsjsj #he’s always been one of the more rational characters amongst his peers #he’s so normal!!! everyone else is fucked up or got larger personalities than he does #maybe ppl are pissed off at the fact that megumi simply isn’t fighting back… it’s frustrating but he’s in pain bro #I don’t see him making it out alive at all either if I’m being real #Yuuji might be one of the only characters to survive at this rate I doubt Yuuta is even going to pull through after the techniques 5 min #are up either… #rambling #the point it…… as sad as it may sound all of the characters fighting so hard now are doing so because they simply have to #Sukuna is literally a calamity and these are the only characters left who will even stand any chance against such a great entity #they don’t have much of a choice man #Gojo tried to prepare his students for the future so that they’ll be strong enough to fight back anything together. not alone #Everyone is doing what they can now

[caterpillarinacave]

maybe I’ll run away and join the moss

#Not okay #Why can’t I have anywhere #I worked so hard to be here I try so hard I just want one place #They aren’t supposed to BE here #Why why why are they here #Why can’t they go somewhere else for fucks sake #I know they have a right to be whenever they want I know it was years ago I know I’m pathetic I know it wasn’t that bad but please #I can’t relax I can never relax #Isn’t there anywhere I feel safe??? Why can’t I have one thing #Is this what it feels like to die? Again and again? Because that’s what it feels like #Is there anywhere I can go? Anywhere? #I just need one thing just something little and simple and safe #If I moved across the world would I be free then??? If I left the state??? Is there anywhere??? #If there was a place I knew they’d never touch or stay there forever but they end up in everything #Yeah it was years ago which makes it worse that I’m still here #Its been years and I’m still totally under their control #I just #I just don’t know what to do #What is there to do #Fucking hell I’m out here dropping by with potential and Im totally at the mercy of the memory of someone I knew in middle school #…I’ll stop whining now it’s reaching a truly pathetic point #I wonder when everything I do is negated by the rest of me

[voulezloux]

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#idk how to tag this but it’s about my dad who i just went NC with bc he’s abusive and hasn’t changed #so if you don’t want to read keep scrolling i don’t care i just need to fucking do something #i’ve passed rage and now i’m just sad #and i feel bad about being sad bc i don’t want to be sad bc being sad SUCKS #i feel like i’m burdening my friends by telling them the shit my dad did to me #ik realistically im probably not but i just #only three people would truly understand the situation #my mom my sister and my childhood best friend #my sister is off limits bc i’m not putting her in the middle of this again #my mom was also abused by my dad and i don’t want to trigger her or make her feel bad so i don’t feel like #i can always go to her about this shit #and i don’t want to take advantage of my best friend’s listening ear even though she is being supportive of me and everything #like i just feel guilty and i feel like im burdening others with my burden #i want it to all stop i just want to stop being sad #i want to stop feeling like im 7 year old me hiding in the pantry from my dad #i don’t want to go to work i don’t want to do anything really #and it’s not like i want to die i just want to stop feeling like this #i want to stop feeling like i somehow fucked everything up when it was my dad’s fault #ik i should book another therapy appointment but i can’t with the way my week is next week #and idk i’m just #im not having a good time #i’ve taken an ativan every night this week bc of all this #previous to this idk when the last time i took an ativan even was #and i’m not trying to read into it too much but its hard not to when ive gone literal months without taking it #and now i’m taking it every night so i don’t stay up half the night bc my brain won’t shut up

[deityofhearts]

every day webcomics are like “we will make a family/parental figure who is so neglectful and abusive but don’t worry! they’ll eventually realize the child they’ve neglected/abused is actually useful and change their ways!” and then we’re expected to forgive them

#deity dialogue #mayhaps it’s the fact that I was neglected growing ups sm expected to forgive this but nope nuh uh I don’t forgive you fictional family #eat shit and die #oh boo hoo they neglected their child because they’re illegitimate or their wife died giving birth or to protect the child #blah blah do better stop sucking ass #it’s usually because the child eas reborn or possessed to and decides they don’t want to try and be loved by these people and then they #finally care like oh spare me that makes me so mad just once I want the lead to reject that shit and live their life #rn it seems like the main character of Sierra on strike is doing this like not gonna spoil much more on that but good for her toss your #shitty family aside they don’t deserve you #anyways hi there’s a new webcomic and I’m reading the first few chapters uwu #I still haven’t eaten #I did make a pot of tea for the house tho