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5ummit · 1 year

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It’s been 7 years since Civil War and I still mourn for the Bucky Barnes story we should’ve gotten.

I mourn for how quickly they showed him integrated back into society after CATWS. One moment he’s almost killing his best friend... and the next moment he’s living on his own and seems just fine. Sure, he’s a little quiet and awkward and sad, but he’s mostly pretty normal. Outside of the first half of Civil War, there’s very little evidence at all that would lead anyone to believe Bucky used to be the world’s most feared assassin, who was trained and molded into the perfect weapon through unimaginable pain and psychological manipulation. This man spent the better part of his life as a ruthless, mindless killing machine programmed to do nothing more than follow orders. You don’t just walk away from that without being fundamentally and irreversibly psychologically altered. Even the removal of the trigger words wouldn’t change that.

To clarify, I’m not talking about his lingering feelings of guilt and sadness. I think Seb has done a great job with getting that part across at least. I’m talking about his behavior. About way he interacts with other people and how he handles situations. He doesn’t act like a formerly-brainwashed ex-assassin who was treated as less than human for literal decades and who, by all accounts, should have the most severe form of PTSD known to man.

I just don’t buy the Bucky we see post-CATWS and particularly post-Civil-War. I don’t buy that Bucky would be joking around and flirting and basically acting like Just Some Guy – a grumpy guy but still Just Some Guy – and his recent haircut sure isn’t helping the situation either. That he wouldn’t always be a little bit on edge, a little bit animal (kinda like the way we see him at the beginning of Civil War but then never again). That being in the heat of battle wouldn’t sometimes make him either shut down or completely snap and go into a violent fugue state where he subconsciously reverts back to the brutally efficient methods of the Winter Soldier (we almost got this in TFATWS but they couldn’t commit).

Now maybe he received some absolutely incredible therapy in Wakanda. Maybe it worked wonders on him! The problem is I don’t buy it because I never saw it. I never got to see him struggle to learn how to be a person again. I never got to see him fight back against the thing Hydra turned him into.

It just sucks because I love everything about the concept of Bucky and the Winter Soldier, but the parts they’ve chosen not to show or address are, in my opinion, the most interesting parts of his character. But more than that, the lack of follow through and disconnect between what he was and who he seems to be now makes it really hard for me to see him as a fully-realized person in canon. It’s like my brain registers perfectly who he was in CATFA/CATWS and even kinda sorta now in TFATWS, but there’s this giant chasm in between them that mentally feels like fuzzy static.

How long did it take him to fully shake off the brainwashing and conditioning? When did he start thinking of himself as a human being with agency again? Did he ever have to fight the desire to return to Hydra, the only thing he’s known for 70 years, or was it an easy choice? How long did it take him to start recovering his memories? Has he recovered all of them? Does he now remember everything that happened before and during his time at Hydra? How long did it take him to stop flinching at every sound and expecting Hydra to track him down? How long did it take him to relearn how to interact with people like a normal person? How did he afford food and shelter between CATWS and CACW? How and why did he end up in Romania? Did he travel there immediately after CATWS or did he live somewhere else first? Did he get actual therapy in Wakanda or did they just work their science-magic to remove the trigger words and send him on his way? Is the the soldier still in there? Does he still have to consciously stop himself from using deadly force every time he’s in a fight? Is that why he deliberately avoids carrying any weapons now?

I have so many questions.

Fortunately we have fic and fanon to help fill the void but we shouldn’t have to. Bucky Barnes is one of the most interesting and unique characters to ever exist. There’s so much good stuff to dig into here and it’s been wasted.

They squandered the original opportunity to explore this part of his character when they turned Cap 3 into an Iron Man film, a decision I will forever be mad about (fuck you RDJ/Tony for stealing Bucky’s movie), but they finally had the perfect chance to make up for that with TFATWS! Bucky was getting his own show (6 hours of content!), and with it, plenty of time to really dig into his psyche and lingering trauma! I had hoped to see him relapsing a bit and falling into old patterns. Or maybe being triggered by something and having a panic attack. Or even just talking about his time in Hydra and how it felt to be used like that and his struggles to regain his humanity afterwards (instead they fucking gave Hawkeye the emotional “I was a weapon” speech that Bucky rightfully deserved). But other than that opening nightmare, a few brief teasing lines from Zemo about the solider still being in there (which was never followed through on), and the shittiest excuse for “therapy” I’ve ever seen, we really got nothing.

From everything they’ve shown us, and particularly from the ending of TFATWS, it’s clear Marvel believes Bucky has already “healed” and there’s little left to discuss or explore and it makes me incredibly sad.

#I've had this buried in my drafts for more than a year #might as well post it now because my feelings haven't changed #LET 👏 BUCKY 👏 BE 👏 FUCKED 👏 UP #I refuse to get my hopes up about any of his trauma ever being addressed in thunderbolts either #all I can say is he better still be a sad grumpy boy at the very least #if they really do lean into the happy ending of tfatws #I will RIOT #bucky barnes #marvel #marvel wank #my words #my meta

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cozage · 1 year

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Hey! I saw your request being open!

Could I have Monster trio (separate pls) with a female s/o that Sees her lover stressed/despressed/ down what you like, so she makes them Some dessert to their taste? To Show them love and being there for them? So just pure fluff!

Thank you again and take enough Breaks and have a nice day/night

A/N: I was a big fan of this. I hope you liked it!

Characters: gn reader x Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Cw: sad boi hours, but still really cute!

Total word count: 1k

Luffy

Luffy doesn't seem as crazy as he usually does. He’s not running around or screaming as much, he’s more wandering around the ship, staring out to sea in thought. It’s kind of alarming for everyone on the ship, honestly

Double chocolate cake. It’s his favorite thing to eat, and luckily it’s something you can make pretty easily

You whip up the cake, and leave the spoon and the bowl off to the side for him to lick up later (sorry Sanji- you know he hates when Luffy does that)

He doesn’t even come into the kitchen when he smells the cake baking, and you take it out early just to get it to him faster.

When he sees it, the biggest grin appears on his face. And then he sees the battered spoon and bowl, and his smile somehow gets bigger. He starts to get tears in his eyes from happiness

He swallows it almost entirely whole, and he licks the bowl and the spoon completely clean of any HINT of chocolate. You could put it back into the cupboards, that's how clean they look.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask, and he stares into the cleaned bowl he’s still licking at.

“It’s Ace’s birthday today, I think.” he finally answers after a few long moments. “We made up birthdays for each other since we didn’t know our own.”

“Well, Happy Birthday Ace.” you say softly. “Should we have a party?”

Luffy’s smile returns. It’s not as big as it was before, but it’s there, and you count it as a win. “I think he would like that a lot.”

Zoro

He’s grumpy. Zoro is usually grumpy, but today he’s extra grumpy.

Zoro doesn’t like to talk about his emotions, and you know that better than anyone. So instead you remind him of your love…from a distance.

Desserts are hard for Zoro. Chocolate and candy are far too sweet for him to enjoy. But, surprisingly, you know he does like mochi. So that’s what you make.

It takes a lot of time and effort, making the sticky sweet rice balls and the ice cream to match. But luckily all you have is time today. You know when Zoro gets in his funk he doesn’t want to see or talk to anyone.

You make a few of each; green tea, strawberry, red bean, and just regular vanilla, and climb up to the crow’s nest where he’s hidden away.

You open the hatch and you can see him look over to see who has disturbed him, his eyes full of irritation. They soften slightly when they see you, but not by much.

“I just brought dessert for you,” you whisper, placing the plate down and starting to shut the door.

“Wait!” he demanded, slight desperation in his voice. “Do you want to eat with me?”

You smile at that, and climb up into the crow's nest. The two of you sit silently and eat the dessert until it’s all gone.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked him.

“No,” he snapped instinctually. “Sorry,” he quickly corrected. “Thank you for the food. It was really good.”

“Sure thing” you smile, blowing him a kiss and winking at him, taking your leave. “Let me know if you need anything else.” You see him nod and you’re thankful that you get to leave him with a smile on his face.

Sanji

It’s hard to tell when Sanji is upset about things, but there’s one main thing: He hides in the kitchen. So when you realize he hasn’t come out to see you halfway through the day, you get suspicious.

You wander into the kitchen and he looks up from his manic whisking of some kind of batter. He didn’t even look up to see you come in, and you can see three trays of cupcakes already made behind him.

“Sanji?” you call, and he looks up like a deer caught in the headlights.

“My love! Are you hungry? Are you sad? Do you need something?” he’s scanning your face to see if you were angry at all, worried he forgot something.

“Sanji.” You walk over and take the bowl out from his hands, setting it on the counter. Your hands cup his face so his eyes only focus on you. “Breathe, Sanji.”

You breathe in and out with him a few times, trying to get him to calm down. Once his breathing calms down and his eyes seem a little less scared, you both feel better.

“Out,” you command, and he looks at you funny. “I’ll handle this mess in the kitchen. Go sit by Chopper’s inflatable pool with him.”

He needs something simple, something refreshing, so you decide to stick with the basics. A homemade vanilla bean ice cream with a lavender lemonade.

He comes in several times during the process, and you kick him to the curb every time, He can’t even get past the door before you’re screaming “OUT!”

Luffy cleans up the cupcakes and batter, and you do all the dishes while the ice cream is mixing.

When you take it out to him, he cries a little bit. “You know me so well,” he sobbed, mouth full of ice cream.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, looking over at him.

“Not really,” he says, and you nod. That’s fine with you too. Some things are just too hard to talk about, but you’re glad you could get him out of his baking spiral at least.

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pablitogavii · 6 months

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ofc reader comforting gavi after el clasico

Carita linda

Pablo came home hurt and exhausted. Everyone who knew Pablo, also knew he HATED to lose not to mention to lose against Madrid. Boy was raised a Culé and gives his heart to every game.

After the game ended, Pablo texted you to meet with him at home since Xavi was going to give them a piece of mind in the dressing room. Aurora gave you a ride back to the apartment you shared with Pablo and you patiently waited for him.

The door slammed and Gavi threw his bag on the floor before walking to the living room where you were sitting on the couch with a book and a warm cup of tea.

"Come here cariño!" you opened your arms and Pablo plopped himself next to you hugging you tightly and resting his still sweaty hair against your neck.

You ran your hand through his wet curls as he sighed clearly exhausted and too agitated to talk about anything.

"You should shower Gavito...and we can go to bed after?" you ask after a few seconds hearing him groan as you slowly moved making him raise his hand from your shoulder and look at you with those big puppy dog eyes.

"Vamos! I'll shower with you...help wash your hair?" you say reaching your hand which he gladly took walking towards the bathroom. You helped Pablo take off his clothes and he slowly walked to the shower his legs aching and his head heavy and pouding.

"You sit down and I'll wash your hair okay?" you say standing against him and since he was way taller that you, he had to look down into your eyes as water cascaded down his face.

"I'm sorry I disappointed you amor..." he said and you couldn't be able to tell if he was indeed crying or if it was the water from the shower but it didn't matter. You wanted to make him feel better.

"You didn't disappoint me cariño...you played a good game" you said as he sat down in annoyance.

"That doesn't matter! We lost!" he said in frustration and you knew not to argue and just to let him talk it out with you when he needed it (aka right now!!!)

"And you will win next time...look at me" you said raising up his head finally noticing the prominent bruise on his cheek. Pobrecito!

"Ai mi carita linda...we need to clean and bandage it up later, bueno?" you said and he nodded just staying quiet and letting you wash his hair. He was enjoying every second of your fingers massaging his scalp and making him even more sleepy.

After you washed the conditioner, you smiled down at Pablo who had his eyes closed and looked completely relaxed and ready to fall asleep every second now.

"Esta listo amor..venga" you said helping him out and trying him off before passing him some boxers and his favorite pajama shirt. You dried his hair with the towel as he sad on the bed like a little boy letting you take care of him...you found it utterly adorable.

"Bueno, does that feel better now Pablito?" you say as he nodded yawning big making you giggle and promise him to go to bed the moment you clean up and bandage his face.

"It's fine amor...it'll heal alone" he was grumpy but when you asked him to "do it for you" he couldn't refuse sitting there and letting you path him up.

"I don't like you getting injuries...scares me un poco" you sa while cleaning his bruise and he sighed nodding his head while holding your waist on his lap enjoying the way you feel against him. Like a perfect puzzle piece...<3

"You're saying same things as mi mamá and hermana..." he said blushing a little realizing that you are aslo one of the women who love him a lot...his woman.

"Especially when they touch your carita linda...mi chico fofiño..aii que precioso" you praise him while opening the bandage while he blushed like crazy. He was used to giving you compliments but receiving them always made the boy shy a little.

"Does it hurt you amor?" you ask gently stroking his bruised cheek and he nods but says it's nothing unbearable so you don't have to worry.

You smile knowing when he lies as you elan closer leaving small kisses all over his bruised cheek as he just let you closing his eyes and enjoying your moment. Before he knew it, the bandage was applied and you were pushing him to lay down in bed.

"Hmmm...dame cuddles porf" he mumbled and you giggled having found it adorable that he mixes languages when he's exhausted. You laid besides him letting his rest his bruised cheek against your chest while you played with his hair as we slowly fall into deep sleep.

"Te amo mucho Pablito. Tu estas mi campeon siempre. I am so proud of you...and I will always be in your corner...mi chico perfecto!" you whispered not knowing if he heard you or not and smiling a little when you heart his soft snores. You kissed his head laying your on top of his and falling asleep yourself. <333

Gavi is not a talker so I think this is a realistic picture hehe <333

#gavigif #gavi #fc barça #fc barcelona #fc barca #pablo gavi x you #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi #pablo martín páez gavira #pablo gavira #gavira #gavi x vini #gavi x yn #gavi x you #gavi x reader #pablogavixreadersmut #pablogavixreaderfluff

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barcalover86 · 10 months

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Cruel, but sweet (1)

Short Pablo Gavi book

For this sweet person: @soso5479

"Could you do a gavi book where the reader plays for Real Madrid and they have a match against each other"

We decided together that this is going to be the main topic:

Y/n being at the real madrid academy and she has a match with Barca (girls' team), and Pablo is watching her.

I really hope you will like this, I tried my best to make it as good as possible, if you don't enjoy something, don't hesitate to text me and we'll talk about it. Also, if you have an idea that you would like to happen here, comment or send me a message or request. Love you all!⚡️

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You were already at Camp Nou, the place where you had an important match with your rivals, Fc Barcelona. You were playing for Real Madrid, the team of your dreams since you were just a child.

Your family is a football lover, that being the main reason why they joined you in this academy. You were really good, people saying that you have a unique talent. Everyone loved you since the beginning, and you absolutely adored your teammates.

This game was important. Who wins, wins the ligue. You promised yourself to give your best and to not disappoint anyone.

Your family and friends were there, supporting you as always and you were waving at them, happily.

You were so nervous right now, seeing so many people watching you warm up. Especially since you found out that the players from Barcelona were going to be there.

You weren't the toxic type of fan. You respected both teams. Of course, you would answer if someone asked you that Real Madrid is your favourite, but you never said something bad towards their big rivals.

Yes, they won laliga, but now it's time for Real Madrid too.

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"I really have better things to do other than go to this game" said Gavi while standing on his chair, watching the players warming up. He was in no mood for football, all he wanted to do was to relax. He just won laliga and he had to go soon to the national team. Bad luck for him that Xavi made them all go to support the academy girls on this big day.

He wasn't a bad guy, he really wanted the girls to win because they totally deserved it, but right now he was too tired and wanted to do something that wasn't related to football. He wanted to relax this few days until he had to go to Madrid for training.

"It will be over soon, hermano" Pedri tried to console his friend.

"Who do you think will win?" asked Ansu.

"Ah, I really hope that our girls" replied Pedri.

"I hope that too, but the Real players from the academy are really good. It will be for sure an exited match. You won't get bored, Gavi" laughed Balde.

The boy only rolled his eyes and laughed. It will be for sure an interesting match.

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"We trained hard and we deserve this win! Let's make our supporters proud of us. Give your best and fight for every ball. I wanna see goals, not excuses. Vamos chicas, vamos!"

You were in the changing room listening to your couch. You were all determined to win this game and make everyone proud of you.

"Vamos!!!!" everyone started to cheer. Today was your day.

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"I can't do this anymore! How unlucky can we be!!!!"

Pedri was really grumpy that they had so many occasions of goal, but the goalkeeper managed to save them all. Besides that, Real Madrid was yet winning, being 2-0 for them.

It was now minute 44' and Barcelona scored. People were cheering for the team, but not too much, still being behind their rivals.

"This is for sure not our day, hermanos"

"Ansu, have a little bit of faith!" laughed Balde.

"He might be right. Today, real looks better than us" admitted Gavi sad. He really had hope for the girls to win and he still does, but deep down he knew that they were going to lose.

The boys talked about everything, until it was time for the other half to begin.

"Visca Barca!!" shouted Ansu and they all laughed at his silliness.

"Yes, visca Barca!"

The game began really well. It was already 2- 2 in minuted 48' and the boys were really happy and cheering. Eventually, they scored again, making Ansu dancing.

"What is that, hermano!?" laughed Pedri hard.

"It's called the dance of happiness, Pedrito" made the boy fun of his friend.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he replied in surrender.

"And after a very short period of time, I will do the dance of winning!"

"Yeah, yeah, sure!"

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Barcelona was winning, and you were really panicking now. You were running faster and more than ever. You trained too hard, and you couldn't lose today. You had to make your family and team proud of you.

You ran and ran for every ball, and when it was 5 minutes left, you scored. 3-3

You were so happy that you started to jump on all your teammates. People on Camp Nou started to cheer your name.

"Vamosss, hermanitaa"

"Let's go, amigas. We still have a match to win" you said and you went back, fighting for another goal.

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"Look, Gavi! That girl is exactly like you."

"What?" he asked confused.

"She is jumping on all her friends after a goal. Don't you know someone that does the same thing??? Hm!?" Pedri teased him.

"Oh, let it like that" he laughed.

"Can't lie, she did a pretty goal"

"She really did" answered Gavi to Balde. "She worked really hard today, she kinda deserved to do at least one goal".

They were talking and not even realising that you did another goal, until Pedri started to swear.

"Calm down, Pedri. It's just a game. It's not ever ours"

Jordi tried to make his friend calm down, but he was really grumpy now.

"I can't believe it! We were winning and that girl had to do 2 goals in 5 minutes! Unbelievable!"

"It happens in football, hermano. Next game, we will win"

"She did a good game, don't you think?" whispered Lewandowski on Gavi's ear, seeing him looking constantly at her.

"I really wanted us to win, Lewa, but the way she played.. somehow I'm happy that they won"

Lewandowski smiled, seeing his little teammate blushing a little. Maybe coming to this game was a great decision, after all.

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You were in the changing room celebrating after the win. Everyone was shouting your name and you couldn't be more happy. Tears started to form in your eyes. You really made it.

"Thank you, y/n! Thank you, you saved us" said Ade, one of your best friends.

After a lot of photos with the trophy, it was time to go to the after party with the Barca girls. You decided to invite them to celebrate the last game together. All you wanted to do was be friends with everyone. You were rivals, but not enemies after all. You were still humans.

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Gavi found out you were the person that invited Barca to the party and he finds that so mature and beautiful. He only knew your name and when he looked at the photos and saw who you actually were, he couldn't believe how pretty you are.

You were all sweaty and tired, with a red face, but still.. so beautiful. He found your Instagram and looked at some photos of you. Most of them were with you playing, but the ones from holidays were his favourite. You, dressing elegantly, with a natural makeup look...

He didn't follow you, but he was still looking at your stories whenever you would post them.

When you saw that Pablo Gabi saw your stories, you thought that he only wanted to see who won today, but when he constantly saw the ones from the party, you started to be really nervous. He was a player from Barcelona and you couldn't be interested in someone from that club. People would say that you would betray your team and you were so loyal to them. You tried to forget about it and to enjoy your night, but it was really hard.

When you got home late and were so tired, you still made time to look at his ig account, too. The boy was really breathtaking. When you went to see some reals and tik toks of him, you found out that he was also a sweetheart. You knew about him, everyone in Spain knew, but not so much details.

The videos of him and kids made you blush and smile like an idiot. And when you saw the one with the fan asking him for a huh after signing her something (gif) made you want to cry of how beautiful his smile is.

The thought that he saw you playing tonight made it hard to fall asleep. You knew that you won't get to meet him. You, leaving in Madrid and him in Barcelona, made it really hard.

You were an optimistic type of person, but this time you knew it was impossible, until you met again. Where? At the spain national team..

Please, tell me your opinion on this!!! Was it good, bad? I can change something if you don't like it!!

Love to all of you, take care people!!

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pawznacho · 6 months

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Here are my personal opinions about the TGCF donghua S2 character designs!! (I don't have anything else to do with my life)

So, I've seen a lot of people hate on the new designs, especially on Qi Rong and Goushi Fang Xin's. I mean, they surprised me too, but I wouldn't necessarily say they are bad.

For Fang Xin (Xie Lian), his design and colors and stunning, it's just the mask that looked pretty weird to me, but I like how it's butterfly shaped. He's not too recognizable, so it'll do it.

For Qi Rong, yes, the colorful stripes, the purple lipstick, the little accesories, the neon green eyeliner are all absolutely needed and in character. Like, let's think about it, Qi Rong is probably one of the most chaotic and weird MXTX characters we could've met. The manhua version is a masterpiece, but the donghua is really...him. He would always comment on anybody and we also know that he is a born royalty, yet nobody said he's fancy or elegant. I'm pretty sure he'd have a terrible taste in outfits. While Xie Lian is elegant, simple and pretty restrained when it comes to outfits, our guy Qi Rong would have messy, greasy hair, unmatched clothes and jewellery, and absolutely zero sense in styling. He's technically an unintentionally funny, weird and stupid witch sitting in his own little cave with his "cheap son".

Now, let's take a look at Hua Cheng and Shi Qingxuan. Wake up, they are majestic!!

I adored Hua Cheng in his San Lang form. Our little guy looked absolutely adorable yet still like a grumpy teenage boy in love. His original form was also shown at the very end of S1, but honestly, his new design looks so much better. His hair got fluffier, and his features prettier. Also, I love how the edge of his eyepatch became more thin, it simply look cooler now!

Shu Qingxuan, my beloved, I literally love the whole design. I'm pretty sad the female version didn't get her pretty blue eyes, but she still looks as adorable as always. And the male version, it's perfect. He looks elegant, yet kind and adorable, like a true king/queen. Such a bestie material!!

Talking about Shi Qingxuan, Ming Yi is also just so so pretty. Altough I love the "dark 'n edgy Earth Master" vibe he gives off in the manhua, the dunghua version is (imo) better, we are talking about a god's apperance, after all. He's colorful, yet not too vibrant, which is pretty nice, most of the gods we can see there tend to dress colorfully in their own ways (it also makes it more visible that these people all come from different places, having their own traditional stuff).

And for Lan Qianqiu, he instantly became a Fengqing's kid in my eyes. For sure, this is not how I imagined him, I've got used to the dark hair and red accesories, but he looks really good, they did a great job with his design. No matter what, he'll always be a grumpy orange cat!

What do you think? 🦋

#mxtx #danmei #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #hualian

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batmanschmatman · 2 months

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8, 25, 51 for an OTP of your choice from the OTP ask game?

tsym for the ask! gonna do winnix bc I always have them on the brain.

eight: what happens if one of them gets sick?

I feel like Nix is usually a little bit of a baby about being sick, just like being grumpy and reluctant to do anything beyond being burrowed in blankets and trying to sleep it off. Not full on whiny, impossible to be around, but tired and grouchy about being sick and happy to be looked after. Dick keeps him well hydrated and lets him curl up on him and doze while Dick reads and pets his hair. It's very much Dick doesn't mind looking after him and does it without being asked, and Nix is happy to soak up all the tlc and take it easy until he feels better.

Dick is one of those guys who pretends he's fine until he feels like absolute shit and has a hard time submitting to people taking care of him. This is sometimes tough bc Nix likes to take care of him and Dick doesn't want to be a huge bitch to him, so there are times when he might want to be like go away >:C but then remembers he's being stupid and immature and Nix loves him so much and it's okay to let someone bring him soup and painkillers.

Nix is a patient good sport about it bc he's used to Dick being reluctant to be looked after and he knows he's really just grouchy to be feeling lousy and not mad at him.

(side note: wrote a fic about this exact situation as a pinch hit for heavy artillery's exchange last december for my wife which you can find here, although it's locked to registered users only.)

twenty five: Do they have any hobbies they share?

At first glance, not really besides basic stuff like they enjoy reading or watching a movie and both were very smart good students (or you know, Nix would've been a better student if he hadn't been capable of coasting vs. working super hard at it), but I think especially post war they definitely get some hobbies in common. Namely I think Nix gets Dick on the travel train because Dick is adventurous and curious about other places, but didn't have a lot of opportunity to explore that before the war, and then they both take care of the gardens at both their place in NJ and the house in PA. Historical!Nix apparently got very into fancy French cooking post war so Jess and I have adopted that for our post-war headcanon for BOB!Nix, so he'd start getting opinions about an herb garden and fresh vegetables and help Dick out or do stuff himself. Dick also is Nix's sous chef/prep cook/clean up crew, or will just keep him company in the kitchen and catch each other up on their days while Nix makes some fancy dinner.

But honestly in general I think they both love the other person so much that even hobbies they're not as into kind of become their hobbies anyway bc they like keeping each other company, lol.

fifty one: what’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

So obviously they excel at this. I think the biggest thing is always like, just how much they're in tune to the other's emotional state and physical/emotional needs. Nix in particular is very good at finding little gifts to offer Dick to help cheer him up or look after him, and I very much think it's a thing of like post war at home he'll bring him a cup of coffee when he gets home from work or picks up a new pair of his favorite slippers when the old ones are getting ratty but Dick would insist they don't need to replace them yet.

Also Dick's just like, steady constant presence in Nix's life, which I think is a huge deal for Sad Little Rich Boy. Dick's seen him at his worst but is still here and won't abandon him, and again especially post-war it's very we're in this together so we face it together, how can I help? And Nix is still a little shocked that Dick hasn't decided to hell with this, bye, every time it happens but obviously he's not going anywhere because he loves him. c:

#ask game #band of brothers #dick winters #lewis nixon

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alfredsolos · 1 year

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Look, I love the concept of Damian and Jon being in a relationship. I think they would be pretty cute together. But I don't think this ship can work in DC canon. Let me explain.

If you think about it, the ship looks like it can work. Y'know; the classic grumpy x sunshine, opposites attract and stuff. But Damian and Jon are more complex than that.

Yes, Jon is a sunshine boy. But not like you think. He isn't a pacifist, he doesn't try to find a middle space to avoid conflict. He isn't scared of making his decisions known. He has strong morals and even a stronger sense of duty. He has priorities that he isn't willing to make an exception from.

Jon, in canon, is stubborn and isn't willing to bow down to anyone. Especially Damian. He gets mad at him, call him a jerk, an asshole. Which doesn't mean he hates Damian. On the contrary, it means he cares for him enough to teach him the 'right way'. Now let's take a look at Damian.

Damian is stubborn, arrogant, prideful, and overall has a dominant personality. He is also caring, emotional, insecure, loyal and sad. He has been continuesly traumatised by both of his parents, forced to prove himself and hated (killed) when he couldn't live up to their expectations. He is too tired to interact with other people, and too unwilling to make an effort about it.

When him and Jon first went out as Superboys, Damian didn't think of him as a friend. Maybe more of a sidekick. So he ordered him around, because he was more experienced in the field and leadership duties.

To Jon, Superboys were for hanging out and having fun. Yes he still wanted to save people, but he also learned to enjoy it. That's why they fight and argued all the time.

Now, let's say Jon and Damian was the same age and still went to school together. Think of the scenario that they started a romantic relationship. Both of them are inexperienced, but Jon is more aware of this kind of stuff due to movies and books. Damian on the other hand probably wouldn't know what to do and act as if nothing between them changed.

Jon would try going out on dates, but Damian would refuse and try to go on missions whenever both are together. We all know Damian isn't good with physical contact, so the intimacy would put him off a little or just straight up overwhelm him. Since Damian's attitude towards Jon wouldn't change, they'd still fight and argue. But unlike the times where they were best friends, they wouldn't make up quickly and feel awkward around each other.

Nothing that'd happen would be Damian or Jon's fault. Because Jon is, relatively, more normal compared to Damian about this kind of stuff. Jon's parents love each other and almost never argue. While Damian's mom ocassionally tries to kill him or hurt his father. His parents, as I've mentioned, are also abusive towards him. He doesn't know how to properly love. His innocence was taken away from him when he was barely a child.

So Jon and Damian would be better off in relationships, which their partners are more similar to them.

For Jon, his partner would probably be a normal person from school that he likes the personality and looks of. That person would be kind to other people, and they would be excited for their date and obsess over their first kiss. Romantic gestures would make them blush and smile like an idiot. They'd be more emotionally available.

For Damian, his partner would be from a similar background like his. Maybe an assassin or runaway. Just like Damian, they'd be cold and defensive at first. They wouldn't want to interact with people of fear from being caught or killed. They'd be scarred or maybe even a bit crazy. Killing would be a daily occurence to them. And neither of their life would put the other off. They'd accept each other with their worst of flaws.

That's why I think Jay Nakamura and Flatline were good matches for them. Because 'opposites attract' doesn't really work in DC fiction. The characters have way more depth than that.

Maybe in an alternate universe, where there were no such things as super heroes or villains, they'd work together. But not this universe.

#damian wayne #dc comics #batfamily #batfam #jon kent #damian wayne headcanons #damian wayne headcanon #jonathan kent #jon kent headcanons #jay nakamura #dc flatline

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x-heesy · 4 months

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Yeah

Cut the head off the basilisk, in the grass hunting

Anybody coming after me, get no pass from me

Oh my god, this is blasphemous, they don't blast for me

Just trying to get this fast money, you a crash dummy

Fill my heart with the darkness, I feel like Ansem

Get them grumpy at the game, oh, they're Arin Hanson

SP where I came boy, I stay advancing

CRT ghosting, I am Danny Phantom

Shit, I'm going off on tangents, still I get the cosine

Lay them on they back, wait, that shit is no lie

Younging's stepping to me saying that my shit is old time

I've been Lo-fi since before you called it Lo-fi, bitch

In a bull fight pit, trying to hold my shit

Wave a flag same color as a old spice stick

Read the scrolls I writ, how you've grown to exist

What is Jar Jar Binks, to the four five six?

When I die, put the bullet on my tombstone

Sorry, who are you? Couldn't tell like this a new phone

Covered up in gold, buried underneath a dark sky

If you're trying to rob me you're gonna have to find the clue scroll

Pharaoh cloth wrapping me, caught in this catastrophe

You ain't been the same since we dropped, boy, that's sad to see

Captains at the wheel, you don't want to be a casualty

Lost in my lane, if you're hating, get the savagery

Doubled up on bad investment

Probably try if I had contestants

Got 'em gasping like asthma breaths and

They all mad, looking sad and desperate

Love the looks that I get, when I pass pedestrians

And all the words that you got ain't

Mean shit when the devil speak in Latin

You can possum and piss on yourself when he passing

'Cause it's all in the fist, like the heart of the dragon

You a passionate kid, but you old now, what happened?

Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so

Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone

Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so

Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko

Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so

Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone

Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so

Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko

I want that cash money, rap money

Everything is trash money

Bitch, I feel like Jimmy Neutron

'Cause I got that blast on me

Watch my wrist, it does glisten, fridge

You is just a pussy bitch

I can tell 'cause your mom's dressed you in that Rip and Dip

Yeah, welcome to the Black Parade

We saving face like labor day

We doing shit the fatal way

You cannot keep up with the pace

It's cloud mac with that booky shit

Music biz, lucrative

Bitch, I feel like Harrison

I'm a fucking fugitive

Bumping MCR, Sony MDRs on me

I fill up every bar fully, feel my empty heart

Jody Highroller never love a bitch, could've made the league

Rap game whoever, just throw a name on the beat

The flow is ever discreet, I am anything but

Like our denim we tough, so tie an enemy up

And I'll fry them granted he fucked, the ire in me is spilling over

Akin to cobras how I spit before I kill them slowly

Rest in peace, tearing throats open like they mezzanines

Blow like Desert Eagle let the smoke up out my chest to breath

Keenly coded with the meanest kinda motus

And the coldest soul eroded no condolence 'til I'm older, got a

Callous style it's all malice a foul paladin

Silence I found solace in sliding these sly talons in

Blessed with maligned madness and chatter that chall acquiesce

Black is my soul agonous bragging, we so back in this

Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so

Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone

Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so

Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko

Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so

Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone

Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so

Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko

Bǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜i̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊l̵̡̬̹̙͕͍͙̜̂͌̾i̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕ b̵̧̙̮̰̜̳̟͈̞̓̀͋̅̓̔ͅy̵̧̛̝͙̪̘͑͋͌͂̓͌̉ͅ Ce̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕y̵̧̛̝͙̪̘͑͋͌͂̓͌̉ͅ Dr̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕i̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝

@bigbonzo @boanerges20

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astrid-sama · 2 years

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The dances aren't that bad after all (Calanthe x fem reader)

(Il post c'è anche in Italiano sul mio profilo)

(English is not my first language, sorry for the mistaken)

<<So stay next to me, evil look and pretend to be mute nobody has to know who you are >> Gerald and I are at the royal palace of Cintra to protect Jaskier from the horned royals. He forced us to dress like sad silk merchants by saying it was best to keep a "low profile".

<< Gerald and T / N the intrepid witchers >> suddenly all the guests of the banquet turn to look at us.

<<Fuck>> apparently Jaskier's plan didn't go well.

<<How are you not seen since the times of the plague >>

<< Good times lot of mousesack >>

<> sack of mouse then turned to me << Y / N because you and Gerald are dressed like sad traders of silk? >> instead of answering I turn to look at Jaskier and from the expression on his face I guess he understood why we are here.

<< Come with me I want to show you something >> so the three of us walk among the tables full of suitors.

<>

<<So it's an old and grumpy kingdom >> says Gerald making a rat-bag smile.

<< How long will all this last the nobility is better to take it in small doses >>

<< I'm sorry for you T / N but do not hope to leave before dawn the suitors will contend for Pavetta's hand all night, a royal wedding is highly coveted, who would not want to become the king of the most powerful kingdom in the region> > says sack of mouse while taking a sip of beer.

<<So which of these privileged balls did you cheat? >> I asked while drinking a beer trying to change the subject.

<<Come with me I'll show you something >> he says walking between the tables until he gets near a table where a man looking like a pig eats as if he hasn't seen food for days.

<< I would never have believed it but that drunkard down there - he said pointing to the man in front of us - will marry Pavetta the lioness has already planned everything with the uncle of the boy Eist of Skellige, no one would dare to hinder such a powerful alliance> > he said as he watched a nobleman turn a dagger in his hands.

<< Skilled with blades and skilled with women >>

<<All appearance, Queen Calanthe has refused his proposal three times, and useless to continue to try the lioness is not made to stay in the shadow of a husband >> while a lot of mouse was talking I realized how a man ( surely the husband of one of the women Jaskier slept with) was cornering Jaskier, I pointed this out to Gerald and together we headed to rescue Jaskier.

<<Forgive me sir it always happens that Jaskier is mistaken for a cowardly rascal but I assure you that it is not so, Y / N can you explain? >> Gerald says turning to me, obviously he wants me to invent something.

<<You are right, sir it is known that as a child he was hit in the balls by a bull >>

Jaskier nods and the man apologizes before leaving.

<< But thank you very much first attract all the attention and then ruin my reputation at court >> says Jaskier offended.

<< We saved you, now try not to get stabbed before dawn >>

Suddenly the trumpets start to sound and a man announces the return of Queen Calanthe, when I turn to look I find myself in front of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, she is in armor with untidy hair covered in blood from head to toe , a real lioness is wild and beautiful.

<<Beer>> shouts the queen, then apologizes for the delay saying that she had to remind the rebels who is in charge, thus making all the men applaud.

I'm still watching her as she walks to the table where her daughter is, Gerald notices it and gives me a knowing smile, obviously he knows about my preference for women.

<<You did not kill a gnat let alone a manticore >>

<> two nobles were arguing, each of them claimed to have killed a manticore, which obviously neither of them had done.

The discussion had become so intense that even the queen joined in << There are famous guests tonight maybe they will be able to tell us which of the two lords is telling the truth >> all turned towards us waiting for one of the two to speak.

. <<Neither>> I said and Gerald nodded in agreement.

<< Are you calling us liars? It is obvious that the butchers of Blaviken are lying >> said one of the lords.

<<Maybe they could have met some sub species of manticore >> Gerald adds after seeing the important look that Jaskier gave him. The queen laughed.

<< Maybe our guests can tell us how they slaughtered the elves at the edge of the world >>

<<In reality, Her Highness, we have not killed any elves, on the contrary we were almost to be killed >> Gerald said as the crowd began to laugh at us << At least when their sword has reached our throat we are not there below, I hope it would have been like that for you too, but I doubt it >> I added.

<<Any man and woman willing to admit their failures will make tonight's conversations more interesting, come witcher sit next to me I'm going to change >> said the queen.

<<These damn clothes I'd rather wear my armor >>

Calanthe said as she touched her corset-tight stomach.

<< Me too, and Gerald agrees too >> I replied.

<< In fact, what are two witchers doing at my daughter's engagement party dressed as >>

<< like sad silk merchants >> Gerald said finishing the sentence started by the queen.

<<We protect the bard from the vengeful real horned >> I replied.

<<A heap of idiots, I am glad of your presence will be useful to me, tonight surely some blood will be shed >>

<> Gerald said taking a sip of beer.

<<You have been hired by the bard >>

<<We are simply doing a favor to a friend Highness >> I replied while she rolled her eyes.

<< I'm just saying that in case all hell breaks loose, I count on you to eliminate some subjects that could be in the way >>

<< Neither I nor Gerald will help you >>

<< As a queen I could force you to do it >>

<<If we were your subjects but we are not >> the queen turns to look at me obviously struck by what I said.

<>

<<I'm sorry height but the torture does not have much effect on those like us >> the queen smiled, apparently she liked me.

During the party Calanthe and I kept talking and I could have sworn I saw the lust in her eyes as the conversations went on.

Suddenly she got up and started walking towards the exit of the hall, she touched my shoulder lightly as if inviting me to follow her, I waited a little to avoid arousing suspicion and then followed her.

I had only taken a few steps when I was pushed against the corridor wall with Calanthe's lips above mine, suddenly her hands were on my body, I gasped in surprise and she took the opportunity to slide her tongue into my mouth. When we separated we were both breathing hard, Calanthe was looking at me with a hungry look practically undressing me with her eyes.

<<We should move this in more private >> she said as he grabbed my hand and dragged me into her bedroom.

Now I am in Calanthe's bed my head on her chest, our bodies full of bites, hickeys and scratches.

There is no doubt it was definitely the best night of my life.

<<We should go back to the party before anyone suspects something >> Calanthe says as he runs his fingers through my hair, I nod and get up to put my clothes back on.

I was about to leave when Calanthe grabs me <<I'll wait in my rooms as soon as the party is over >> I nodded with a smile on mine lips, I can't wait for the party to end.

#calanthe of cintra #queen calanthe #queen calanthe x reader #calanthe x fem reader #calanthe x reader

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renniethedwstan · 11 months

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I just can't puck a favourite Doctor anymore. I love them all. I love all the Classics, (need to watch them again to know why i like each doctor from the classics. )all the rebooted. I love Nine, ten, eleven, twelve and Thirteen. I just can't pick one. They're all amazing and wonderful in their own ways I just can't pick at all.

I love Nine because he's a no-nonsense smart aleck spaceman who falls in love with a modern-day shop girl. He's still recovering from the war. He obviously suffers from either trauma or PTSD but tries to make the best of it. He has some of the best one liners and is just funny. (Or at least I think he's funny and I do like a lot of his episodes.)

I love Ten because, let's be honest. He's a pretty boy, goofy. His and Donna's dynamic will always be iconic. There are moments where I just want to smack the sod because he's a jerk or he's just pushed the lines too far. But I can never stay mad at him. (Well maybe I can because he removed Donna's memories but that's a different conversation) he's pretty, he's fun, also funny as well. But is a tad more childlike. I enjoy watching his episodes with my mum as she adores ten.

Eleven. I love this Doctor so much. Yes I love all of them like I said but I will admit there is a soft spot for eleven in there as well. He's an elderich old man with a young face. He acts so childish that it makes it obvious that he's actually a very haunted being whose filled with so much anger and sadness that he loses control and some of his kindness. As much as I love this Doctor. He's not a doctor I'd find myself trusting easily just because of how dark he can get. He's suffered a lot of lost but he's also comfortable causing loss as well. Which shows that he's lost compassion and its going to be hard to rail him back to the spot he used to be where mercy was better than cruelty.

Twelve. Okay so my love for him is a bit more newer as I felt like I never gave him a proper chance when I was younger but I'm now reaching his episodes (s10 it's underrated. So is Bill and his dynamic) I will admit I struggled to like him when I was younger but now I'm older. I feel like I can relate to his grumpiness quite a bit. Humans are stupid and annoying. They're hard work I just wish I had the confidence to insult everyone or had the ability to tell them to shut up like Twelve did. Now on my rewatch I could possibly say Twelve is a brilliant Doctor. Maybe even the best. Not writing wise but in a. He doesn't react like how ten or eleven reacts. He reacts a bit more like how nine reacts. With mercy. He gives the enemies a chance. I mean all Doctor's do but Twelve does it similar to how nine does it. They take a different way of sorting things out with snark and grumpiness.

Thirteen. Oh my precious baby girl. I'm still not okay that she's no longer the Doctor. I loved Thirteen if I'm honest. I will always defend her Doctor. Yes maybe the episodes needs tweaking ill say that but I don't hate the Doctor. I loved her Doctor. She's bubbly fun and just a funny o' ball of social anxious. She's a mood. She's my lil ND mood. Yes she can go dark too. And those moments have made me cross when she takes her anger out on her fam. So she does make me wanna dmack her like ten does. Bit I'm probably more likely to trust her more than I would with eleven just because she seems like she has such warm energy when she is happy. She's a bit more level headed than ten and eleven I'd say (may need to watch her era again. I haven't done it yet lol ooops) she was more with her words than actions I'd say but correct me if I'm wrong. I did like the way she defended Ryan that was sweet. Yes she was awkward at some moments but she's an awkward Doctor. But I will say. Some of her episodes had some funny moments for example when Graham was just like "WORST UBER EVER!) I loved that. I also loved the Master from her era. Now I love all the incarnations of the Master but I will say that Dhawan is my favourite. I just love how utterly fucking manic he is. Dude terrified me. Yet at the same time. He got those dark puppy eyes that makes me wanna hug him too!!.

...sorry bout that rant. But I'm excited for the 60th though.

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #twelveth doctor #eleventh doctor #tenth doctor #ninth doctor #i love all of them for different reasons #bbc doctor who #christphor eccleson #david tennent #matt smith #peter capaldi #jodie whittaker

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tsukidrama · 2 years

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would you write about reader being sad about losing her little brothers and Annie comforting her about it?

scattered like seeds

off the beaten path (a trnt side story)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢѕ: discussion of grief / dead little kids

setting: the cottage, sometime after chapter 2

ao3 | the road not taken | cottagecanon

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author’s note: accidentally hurt myself real bad with this one... definitely going to be writing a happy fic about the little brothers in the future. poor reader gotta be equally as repressed as Annie to explain how much that bitch compartmentalizes

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Chickens cluck at your ankles, bobbing their heads up and down as they run around the fenced-in enclosure You throw another handful of feed amongst the grass. Predictably, a swarm of chickens mobs the area immediately.

It brings a nostalgic smile to your face. Animals are what you’d been missing – not only does it give you something to focus on, but it reminds you of better days. You think back to your childhood when you’d help out around your grandparents’ farm.

You’d fed the chickens back then, too. Another handful of seeds scatters amongst the chickens.

“They’re so loud…” Annie mutters distastefully. The birds don’t even come up to her knees, but she flinches every time one of them moves a little too quickly. She startles at the slightest bawk or the flap of a wing.

You suppress a giggle. “Well yeah, they’re chickens. But it’s too quiet out here anyway.”

She crosse her arms and huffs. “Hmm,” she grumbles, “That’s why I liked it.”

More than anything, her moodiness is endearing. “You’ll get used to them soon enough,” you assure her playfully.

Another grimace. “Do I want that, though?”

The animals are one thing that you’re not going to budge on. Alright, you’re out in bumfuck nowhere. Her dad lives here too? Fine. But you ARE taking care of farm animals and you are NOT going to eat them. They will be your pets and it starts with the chickens.

But in the spirit of keeping the peace, you decide to appeal to her ethos instead.

“It reminds me of home,” you say simply.

It works like a charm.

Finally, Annie smiles. The grumpiness fades away as her face softens. “Yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“I’ll get used to it,” she confirms, nodding, before she sucks air in through her teeth again, “but right now, I really want to go back inside. Are we almost done?”

You can’t pinpoint whether it’s her words, or the intonation in which she says them, or maybe the all-too-familiar way she cringes away from the chickens, that triggers your deja vu. But you’ve seen this before… In your mind’s eye, you can see a little boy saying those exact same words.

“I wanna go back inside,” he’d pouted, “Are we almost done?”

You don’t remember what you had said in return. Had he usually come with you to feed the chickens, or was that time special? You can only come up blank. What’s more distressing than anything is the fact that the memories seem to be slipping away. You stop what you’re doing and focus entirely on retrieving the memory.

In the process, you wall yourself up without even realizing it. Annie is still talking to you, you’re watching her mouth move, but you have no clue what she’s saying. Her words go in one ear and out the other.

“Don’t let them peck me!” Annie cries out, shrieking.

It’s the only sentence that cuts through the haze, and it unintentionally triggers the rest of the memory. Something inside of you freezes up as you’re is flooded by recollection.

You’re nine years old again, carrying a basket of eggs you’d gathered for your grandparents. Two little boys are inside the coops with you shrieking and running in circles.

“Don’t let them peck me!” your youngest brother shouts. He screams and slaps at the birds helplessly in an attempt to shoo them. His grubby little hands don’t actually hit the chickens, but he effectively scares them away. “Noooo! Save me!”

You hold back giggles as you lean down with your arms outstretched. “Jump up here. I’ve got you, Joey.”

He’s small enough that he can still fit on your hip if you hoist him up and young enough that he still clings to you without resentment. He squeals as he holds his feet out of reach.

Another boy a few years older than the first guffaws across the coop. He laughs up until it causes the swarm of chickens to turn on him.

He shrieks. “Nooo! Don’t let them come over hewe, I’m out of food! My bucket’s empty.” As they bump into him he lets out a scream.

“Run away!” shouts Joseph from your arms. “Run, Sam!”

“Come here!” you encourage, reaching out your one free hand. Samuel cackles joyfully as he runs along the fence of the coop. He succeeds in outrunning the chickens until he reaches where you and the little one are standing.

He manages to dash behind you. Immediately he clutches your waist, trying to push you in front of him as a human shield. You hold back your own giggles as you let him. The chickens swarm harmlessly below, doing nothing more than bumping against your legs. Your feet are pecked, but they’re harmless taps of exploration, not aggression.

Both of the boys giggle as the lack of real danger becomes clear. You smile warmly and nuzzle into Joseph’s head.

Since your hands are full, Samuel opens the gate of the chicken coop while you block the chicken with your leg. Even back then you were the one responsible for making sure none of the birds escape from the open door.

You set Joey down as you re-fasten the latch on the coop door. He goes to rattle at the fence, laughing when the chickens curiously gobble through the chainlink in return.

Suddenly, he yanks his hand away with a shout. “Ow!” he shouts, “It bit me!”

Again Sam laughs at him.

“Hey!” you protest. Not really even to fuss at him, but to stop Joseph from getting too upset about it.

It’s too late, though, and there are already tears welling up in his eyes.

The three-year-old stomps his foot in defiance and sticks out his tongue. You hand off the basket of eggs to the older of the boys as you kneel down.

“You’re alright, see?” you remind Joseph. You gently take hold of his chubby little wrist and kiss his finger to make it feel better. He smiles despite the fat tears still rolling down his cheeks.

“Sowwy Joey,” Samuel adds bashfully after a few seconds.

The littlest one sniffles, but moves on quickly. “S’okay Sam… but can I be the one who carries the basket?”

You giggle at how quick his turnaround was, and at how the frown is wiped from his face as the basket is handed over.

Joseph holds your hand without you even having to ask. Sam, on the other hand, pretends to ignore you when you’d reached for his. However, after you clear your throat he gives in.

You remember the smile on your face and the joy you felt in that moment when the three of you walked back up to the house together hand in hand.

How could you ever have forgotten? Had you really forgotten, though? Or had you just buried it so deeply that you didn’t even realize those memories had floated away from you? Immediately, you clutch your chest as an old and familiar ache comes out.

Annie notices your reaction and approaches you gently. “Uh, are you okay?” she asks, looking both nervous and confused.

For a moment you stay completely frozen up. Tears well in your eyes and flow down your cheeks, seemingly out of nowhere. For a second you genuinely don’t know how to react. All you can manage to do is stare at Annie hopelessly and terrified.

“Hey…” she mutters. All at once the seriousness of the situation seems to hit her. She crosses the distance between you to put her hands on your shoulders. Instead of forcing you to make eye contact, she just snakes arounds you to offer a quiet comfort. You try to move but you can only stumble, so you lean against the outer fence of the coop.

Now you stare down at the chickens again. You’re finally able to get a few strained words out. “Being out here with them makes me think about my brothers.”

Annie’s face falls. She can recall the amount of times that you’ve talked about them on one hand easily, and most of those times she had been encased in Titan crystal. At the time, it had seemed like a blessing to be able to sit there passively listening. She had no clue what to say back then, because after all, what do you say about somebody’s dead siblings?

Now that she was seeing you upset about it for the first time, it felt much more like a curse. She regrets not thinking about it more, or not coming up with a plan to deal with your reaction. Her hands shake as her embrace on you tightens.

“I’m sorry – I didn’t realize,” she stutters, and presses her forehead to your shoulder. “I feel stupid. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You shake your head. “It’s not really your fault, and it’s not a bad thing, either,” you insist, although there’s a notice crack in your voice, “uh, I think. It’s lot, you know? I just — I don’t know. I miss them.”

Once again, you start to cry as more memories resurface. Little but significant things like the smell of the top of Joey’s head, or the way Sam used to hold your hand far too tightly (not that you’d ever complained). The sound of their voices, their favorite holidays and times of year.

“Oh shit,” Annie mutters, starting to sweat a little bit, “hey, come here.” She pulls you closer to her and wipes your tears with the back of her hand.

You cry for a little while longer while she holds you, though you’re tying to suck it up the whole time. There’s no rush or pressure, but you’re embarrassed of how it came out of nowhere. Maybe you just want to be perceived as being more put-together than you actually are.

“Do you think it would help to talk about it?” Annie asks after a few minutes. She seems hesitant to bring the topic up again.

You shrug as you consider it, but in the end you decide against it. The memory was top unexpected, and honestly, it hurts too much to process right now. You’re starting to calm down at long last.

How was it that even just by remembering, it felt like someone had reached into your chest and squeezed your heart into a mangled pulp?

Eventually, you shake your head. “For now do you think you could just… help me feed them?”

Annie nods earnestly, all hints of hesitancy and sarcasm gone. She lets go of your shoulders and takes the bucket from your hands.

And though she doesn’t look particularly excited about it, she even reaches into the bucket to scatter a handful of feed amidst the birds. She isn’t looking, and throws it directly on top of one of the hens, who screams like it’s being murdered and dashes into the covered coop.

It’s enough to break the heaviness of the moment. You laugh, much to the blonde’s embarrasmmnet. Pink floods her cheeks and she pushes the bucket back towards you.

“Your turn,” she encourages, but you know her well enough to know that with this kind of blush, what she actually means is: “Take it away now.”

So you take it back as she loops her arm in yours. Annie leans her head on your shoulder while you scatter another handful of seeds. This time, it doesn’t land on a chicken.

You watch them bob around, pecking and clucking between the grass. The throbbing in your chest dulls to a nostalgic ache. Finally, you let your guard down enough to let yourself rest.

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saltyxtides · 2 years

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BAYDEN WARDEYN.

“Now you’re going to tell me not to have a dirty mind and then refer to our live as day time television? I think we’ve both sat around in that community room enough that Sammy and all the characters that make up every piece of sand that fall through that hourglass do nothing but think about sex and who’s having it with who.” He laughed proving he watched Days of Our Lives too.

“Speaking of-” He clicked on his tv as the time neared not wanting to miss it. “-I have to find out what happens with Marlena and Black at the auction and all the jewels. That other she-bitch is determined to out-bid them for her son to impress her daughter he can prove he loves her still which leads to sex. All things leads to sex. All things are motivated by thus. Even the scenes that aren’t about that are really about that.” He laughed. “It’s what it’s all about Celestis. Might as well get used to it now.” He kept laughing.

As for his favorite fairy tale?

“Uhhhh… I don’t know. Do you really mean fairy tale or just Disney cartoons because you always see me watching those? Because I’d probably pick Fox and the Hound. I don’t think that’s a fairy tale. It doesn’t have much a happy ending. It’s a tragedy. Actually, it’s sad fuck. I don’t know why it’s my favorite. It just is. It’s the best one I watch over and over, but if I have to pick an actual fairy tale fuck, I don’t know. Um…. does it have to be Disney because I’d probably go for Shrek. If it has to be Disney Beauty and the Beast hands down. Best music live or cartoon. Somebody falls in love with you even though you’re big mean asshole that never leaves his castle? Yeah, that’s the best one.”

Fiona picked being a grossy Ogre herself to be with a grumpy ol Ogre love over her own beautiful form too. Bayden may have had a running theme on fairy tales and love. Fox and the Hound went deeper than that.

“You know what one I hate though? Pinocchio. That one drives me crazy. I hate it when that one comes on. It’s so eyeroll worthy. It’s not even about all that I wanna be a real boy bullshit. It’s how he’s judged. Like damn Honest John and Gideon trick the fuck out of him. He’d never been in the world a day in his life and father sent him out in it all alone with no guidance. Worst father in the fucking world. Geppetto sucks and Pinocchio got all the flack. The fact he’s a puppet is ridiculous symbolism in how everyone dragging him around and he has no idea how to get. He honestly can’t even when he tries. He’s winds up in that puppet show. He may not have no strings but that doesn’t mean he aint in no cage. Fuck his song. No. Then this cricket is all harping on him about his choices like he’s making bad ones and has very little brains? No fuck that cricket. Judging his choices like he had the same choices someone else had. He didn’t see it from Pinocchio’s shoes. He saw it from his own privileged cricket shoes that already had an education and yada yada yada. Pinocchio didn’t even know what school. I gotta go to school my ass. Who sends a magic wooden boy to school like that’s fucking normal? Dumbass dad. Everything that puppet went through is asshole idiot Geppetto’s fault. Pinocchio just stood there not understanding anything trying to be nice to everyone he ever met even the con men because he was naive as fuck because his dad didn’t teach him better until it was too late. Yeah yeah. The blue ass fairy turns him into a real boy at the end. Big fucking deal. She waits until his dying ass breath to go oh I guess we’ve finally let life break you I guess that counts as good enough then. Here ya go. No. That story sucks. That’s the worst story ever told.”

Then someone answered on the Cuban other end of the phone and Bayden started his order.

Woah Nelly. Bayden just went off on a passive aggressive rant paralleling his life in relation to the wooden boy without saying so of course. He didn’t realize how obvious that was. At least it would have been obvious to any one of his nurses and doctors had he said it to them.

When he got off the phone he said, “They’ll be here in about 30 minutes.”

Never any fun? Him?

“Oh!” He laughed about to get her again. “That must be why a stick in the mud like you hangs out with me. It makes so much sense now.”

Then she called the state of their relationship right now an Ice Age phase.

That got to him more than he thought it should. She wasn’t wrong. It was some sort of miracle they were talking right now, that she was in his house again, that he was even in his house again at all.

Then she spilled what she had meant. She managed to get a hold of some of his stuff before they tossed it. His stuff only consisted of his art or his flash drives. He didn’t own anything and his mother confiscated his guitar and it was left back at her house for now. That meant the majority of what Celestis could have saved was his art. He didn’t know which, but he knew that’s what it meant. She had his sketchbooks.

That mechabitch of a neighbor of his was going to be so-so-so-so disturbed at that zero patience lack of impulse control neighbor of hers.

He flung his arms around her Ms No Touchy Worse than Kuzco Rogue. He was going to totally throw off her groove and test her risky powers without a thought about it in the world and squeezed. He acted like it wasn’t a big deal, like fuck it.

Fuck everything. But those sketches were his heart and soul. He put everything into those. He just reacted.

“Thank you.”

He just reacted without thinking like he always does.

!!!!!!!. WHAT i s WRONG w i t h HIM. She covered her ears && turned on her heel walking away from Bayden. Distancing herself from him yet she could still hear every word he was saying. His mind was worse then just dirty, it was greasy too. Ignoring the cleverness of the way he correlated Days of Our Lives. Whipping around lowering her hands to look at him with full on annoyance “ONLY o n c e. && that was the correlation between you && that hissy cougar of a nurse.” The way her eyes squinted just a bit, as if the sun was in her eyes as she talked to him as he knew exactly who she meant, but she looked up to him. The dynamic of Bayden && Nurse Janet was much later explained from him. “She’s very territorial of you, that it made me wonder you’re relationship.” However outside of that? No.

“I’d go mentally insane with SEXUAL f r u s t r a t i o n if that was the case. Some of us can’t afford to think about sex && who’s having it with who all the damn time Bayden.” With the restrictions of physical touch, she just couldn’t think like that. Celestis- in Rowan’s body had to strive different approaches as she knew she appears a bit of a closet dyke, or perhaps closet lesbian?

“You are so fucking weird Bayden.” Celestis was at a loss of words. Putting her hands up for surrender on this topic. It’ll drive her quite insane challenging his deranged philosophy. Celestis didn’t even want to know if she dared questioned the thoughts in her mind that he was suggesting. After all, what about themselves? About what kind of relationship they held && what it was going to evolve too. She felt it was very arguable, but the topic of itself was dangerous territory && a lot of uncomfortableness. “I just can’t with you right now.”

FINALLY a topic to take her mind off s e x. Any more of it && she would start to feel a little uncomfortable. “I’m guessing you never read Mannix’s work.” Not that she found anything wrong with it. Bayden was right. It wasn’t quite a fairy tale, but a novel. Depressing as the novel is the little Disney cartoon barely captures the depth of sadness the novel actually has, it’s a book she would never recommend to the weak hearted, yet animal loving types like Bayden, it could be a bit far more tragic. “What makes you think all fairytales have happy endings? There are quite a few fairytales that don’t.” She seemed to mention gently, as they were like North && South. They pointed in opposite directions in a way, as in he was more involved with movies as she was more involved with books. So he liked red heads && brunettes'. Shocking!

Going completely silent during Bayden’s hate ted talk on the topic of Pinocchio, that she could tell, was talking about his own self. The things we disagree with in life speak a lot about ourselves. As he could write a very good essay on the topic, if it ever arised, it would be interesting to read. Yet there was something he said that stuck with her for a moment:

He-saw-it-from-his-own-priviledged-cricket-shoes-that-already-had-an-education-&&-yada-yada-yada’. A lightbulb had came on behind her eyes, as it spoke out in the kind of way that she feels she treats Bayden like that sometimes. Maybe even a lot more than she wished. Not that she had a very good education, as she didn’t finish Middle School properly, but she kept to educating herself within the hopeless hospital programs as much as she could. In a way her experiences, && his own were very different. The materials she could get her hands on.

Another example that randomly came to mind, that she probably never properly explained to Bayden that started to sink in was realizing her mistake on the whole why she’s so anti-Witch Coven. Claims of it being a CULT might stick a little strange to someone like Bayden who has a more innocent view due to his family d y n a m i c.

The other? BODY s w a p p i n g. Raising her arm to her neck she’d rub her neck, digging her nails into her own skin, dragging her nails into flesh. She knew about the dangers. Spending some time in someone else’s body, && the senses of self && memories start to shift as being them occupying there body, there brain, as you’re trying to change to adapt to better fit the new form. Physically && psychologically. However, that night would have gone wrong regardless within the depression she was in, Bayden’s desire for answers, the wait that separated the both of them when they met up. Interrogated && heavily/relentlessly questioned nearly side by side of each other was a little to much at the time, but, she can’t deny listening now, she felt negligent.

“That’s fast.” Celestis said the first thing to come to her mind, avoiding the thoughts clouding her mind, correlating the dots to his rant on the topic of Pinnochio as she is to blame sometimes.

She’d make that snarling noise. “Excuse me? Take that back! I’m not old-fashioned. I just progress like a TORTOISE. Seriously s l o w.” Yet she could relate to the oh so seriousness. Her life was terribly serious. Yet she doesn’t truly avoid enjoyable activities. She just avoids anything with animals. Horrifyingly crowded area’s most the time. Money related places. She enjoys doing activities, that meet with her agenda, && desires.

KARMA is a b i t c h. LIFE is a b i t c h. This world is full of mysteries, that MANKIND has not even s c r a t c h e d the surface to see what’s really going on. So much emotions bubbled up the surface, she forgot to guard herself from the dangers of her zero patience lack of impulse control neighbor of hers.

As much as she couldn’t deny the seconds of the tight embrace was something that Celestis could realize was nice. Perhaps something she’d rarely felt in her lifetime. Went terribly wrong. Sensing something wasn’t right before she could pull Bayden off her, her soul rushed out of ROWAN’S b o d y && into BAYDEN’S own v o l i t i o n. The first thing she felt was the cold. The way violent tiny needles of pain stabbed at the flesh ripping itself from Rowan into Bayden’s. The temperature became an unbearable feeling. Feeling the way the muscles began to spasm from the awful, bone-numbing cold as she settled in a a different body.

A wave of dizziness && nausea swept through her in Bayden’s body as she stumbled, fighting to stay on her feet, but she found the body mass of himself entirely different then Rowans. Just like that, she was registering she was in Bayden’s body, as she ended up unable to keep herself on his own two feet ending up collapsing down onto the floor. Determined to just lay there, unmoving, as floodlights flared to life as it all started in small blurs to visually focus. Everything became utterly different in someone else body. The way they breathed, see, level of focus/thought process/what drugs ran in his veins, control of the limbs, the mass of it’s body, she can’t say they flatline during transitioning but the body ends up hurting in places she didn’t know could hurt && it wasn’t from just falling moments before. Perhaps more the nervous system having to be entirely rewired? Restart? As if it sensed an invasion of the body pushing out it’s owner’s soul. She was. . . she was in BAYDEN SHANNON WARDEYN’S body.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. Fuuuuuuuuuuck. Fuuuuuuuuuck. Fuuuuuuuuck.

LIFE can be s h i t sometimes.

#bayden wardeyn #━━ ✧ spilled ink. | interactions #montywonmom #━━ 🌊 saltyxtides. | ahv

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kiwijaune · 2 years

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Trash Draft

TDBK scene of my soulmate AU that I won't use but found sad to just delete like this :

Aizawa gave them a bored tour of the Hakkô Senta, aka the campus' main building. The classroom were there, the canteen was also there. Same with the support department, where they stopped last to receive their uniform.

The light blue shirt and the marine pants were form fitting, Kayama definitely didn't alter hers. Shouto felt a bit weird as he was putting them on. He really was getting a step closer to Soba, wasn't he ? He took his tee-shirt off and heard the blond guy from before whistle to his friend.

"Dang, some people are really blessed, here…"

"Checking out guys on your first day, man ?", the teeth one easily replied.

"What ? No ! I'm just comparing good bodies with mine !"

"You look great too, Kaminari. Don't worry about it !", another guy said with a huge smile, red hair dangerously spiking toward the ceiling.

Shouto buttoned his new shirt without saying anything. They met for less than an hour and already, those three guys were laughing together, slapping their shoulders and everything.

At least Shouto wasn't the only one changing by himself. The green haired boy from before had retreated to a small corner of the room. He was putting his uniform on with an odd reverence. And at the complete opposite side, Bakugo was wearing a large shirt and an ill-fitted, baggy version of their pants.

"That's too big for you.", Aizawa noticed from the wall he was leaning against.

"Well the other size is too small !", Bakugo snapped.

He sounded weird when he tried to hush himself. As if he wasn't used to speak so low. Which, judging by his perpetual scowl and his explosive hair, wasn't surprising for Shouto.

"Just try it on.", Aizawa sighed before ordering the proper size to the cop in charge of the laundry room.

"Fuckin…" Bakugo muttered in his breath, insult dying on his tongue when Aizawa's sharp stare snapped back at him.

His face turned red as he was waiting, burning eyes glaring at the floor angrily. His ash blond hair seemed wilder than before. He looked like a bristling cat, like this. Shouto thought it was a bit cute. Now that he really looked at him, his grumpy face reminded him of his temple's kitty, actually.

"Here." Aizawa gave him another set. "If you don't want to care about your appearance, apply for the SIT or Narcs."

"Whatever."

Bakugo took off his clothes with a fast, furious efficiency. A little voice in Shouto's head told him to give the boy some privacy but he was bored, and Soba's hot, smoky emotions were turning scalding so he needed a distraction from the burn.

Bakugo put on the shirt first, then he jumped into the pants, pulled it up… and Shouto just about forgot everything else.

All his attention had zoomed in the roundest and biggest butt he had ever seen. Bakugo's uniform was so stretched, it was like it could barely contain his ass. It was downright sinful. Shouto definitely wasn't the only one who noticed because the whole room was turning silent, voices and laughter dying slowly as everyone's attention was just snatched by the butt.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT !!!!", Bakugo screamed at them, face so red it was nearly smoking.

Shouto's inside were boiling too. Soba was going crazy somewhere, furious heat mixed up with sour embarrassment, but Shouto couldn't pay attention to anything, not even his soulmate.

Bakugo was facing them now, and he hadn't been able to button his shirt until the top. A full chest was peeking out of the opening. The uniform fit him like a glove apart from that, showing one the best looking body Shouto had ever seen.

"Oï.", Aizawa suddenly growled at the class menacingly. "If you're done, you better leave before I expel you."

"C… can you do that ?", Kaminari asked, yellow eyes still glued to Bakugo's chest.

Aizawa only needed one heavy stare.

Most of the boys ran out of the room. The others hurried to finish. Shouto still had to put on his tie, so he calmly slipped it under his collar.

"You can wear the other uniform, Bakugo.", Aizawa said in a much nicer voice. "We'll take your measurements later to make you a proper set."

"Fucking fine…", the blond muttered, cheeks still burning and eyes glued to the floor.

"Watch your language.", their teacher replied without any heat.

Bakugo's lips were still down turned but he couldn't scowl anymore because of the embarrassment. It unfolded a little nose, and softened sharp eyes into an almond shape.

Bakugo unbuttoned his shirt with something like relief. His pecs really were impressive. It nearly looked like a woman's chest, and…

Aizawa's glare burned Shouto's face.

Their teacher wasn't physically impressive. He was lean, not that tall, long hair completely unkempt and face shadowed by a dirty half beard. But there was something in his aura that exuded dark, crushing severity when he wanted it too.

Shouto averted his eyes from Bakugo, cheeks a bit hot. He finished his knot, took all of his clothes and silently walked out the room.

#todoroki x bakugou #todoroki shouto/bakugo katsuki #todoroki shouto #bakugo katsuki #mha #bnha #trashdraft

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nellie-elizabeth · 2 years

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Grey's Anatomy: Should I Stay or Should I Go (18x16)

Oh man, lots of sadness in this episode! Jeez.

Cons:

I love me some good angst, but honestly I feel like Levi is being a tad unreasonable? He did in fact break up with Nico. Yes, he was going through trauma, and yes, I'm sure Nico realizes that the circumstances are extreme. But I'm sorry, if someone says "we're over, leave me alone," is Nico really such a monster for listening to him? I hope we get some satisfactory resolution for these two. I like the drama, but I don't know that Nico really did anything wrong! I feel so bad for him.

I felt like the unifying theme of this episode, this idea of burnout, was sort of weakly used... it was basically just Bailey being worn out, and then taking vacation days, and Catherine being grumpy about it. Considering how much Catherine annoys me as a character, there just wasn't all that much to grab onto here.

Richard and Bailey are both acting like little whiny baby schoolchildren about Meredith. Especially Richard, like, what the fuck. If someone you care about gets a job opportunity that they're excited about, you're allowed to be sad that they're leaving, you're allowed to express that sadness, even, but to act all entitled like you're owed their career or something? No! Gross! I was glad Meredith stuck to her guns. It's odd, because now I sort of want Meredith to go to Minnesota, just because Richard is being so unreasonable about it.

But also... Nick is still as boring as drying paint, and I don't care about his plan to stay in Seattle to get to know Meredith better. He can run away now, please.

Oh, goodness, Link being all weird about Jo's new boyfriend... and we're being told that this nice guy is too nice for Jo and that she's trying really hard to like him... ugh, put me out of my misery with this whole Jo and Link thing. A best friends to lovers story can be great, but this one is super not compelling to me.

Pros:

That was a lot of cons, but I actually felt pretty positively about this episode overall.

For all that Richard is being a childish baby in my opinion, I did like the way Meredith behaved herself for the majority of the episode, then had her outburst at the end. She really did take the high road here, which I appreciate. She's grown up a lot, and her teachers still see her as a young screwup sometimes. Addison didn't have a ton to do in this episode, but I liked that she was the voice of reason who cut through Richard and Meredith's squabbling in a time of serious loss.

And the woman who lost her pregnancy, that she'd fought so hard for... that was so rough! I'm used to feeling more of an impending sense of dread when a patient is going to suffer or die on this show, and I wasn't prepared for Addison's arrival to have such a sad conclusion. Levi sitting with the grieving woman in prayer was a lovely touch, though. You can see how Levi is handling his own recovery with care. He's such a lovely character.

Once again, I'm in the strange position of putting an Owen and Teddy subplot in the "pros" section of my reviews... it seems that it's quite possible that Leo is trans, given that this little child is continually dressing as and even referring to themself as a girl. Owen and Teddy continue to use he/him pronouns when discussing this, which makes a certain amount of sense. Owen seems a lot more ready to just roll with it, listen to what Leo is saying and treat this young child accordingly. Teddy is worried about getting something wrong, which also seems highly relatable! In the moment she shuts Leo down and says "no, you're a boy", but later she expresses her regret for this. She just doesn't want to make a mistake in handling things, and worries about the potential confusion and pain. I like that we're getting to see this play out, and I'm proud of Owen for his way of handling the situation.

I also liked the story with Winston and his troublesome little brother. Some good tension there, some good awkwardness as Maggie and Winston both try and put a good face on it and make things work, but it turns out that Winston's brother is in some hot water, and it sounds like not for the first time. I like opportunities to delve more into Winton's character. He seems like a really good person, but I still don't feel like I know him all that well, compared to some other characters who might be more recent, but feel a bit more developed.

Looks like Jo is going to stay in her residency program and work as a general surgeon to help Bailey out, with Link's help looking after Luna while that's happening. It remains to be seen what this will do to her, seems like a crazy workload to me!

The big looming threat of the season is still there, that of the residency program being on probation. I loved Addison speaking her truth to Richard: of course she didn't complain about her own residency back in the day. Complaining wasn't presented as a real option. But it is unreasonable, and it does cause a lot of harm to people, the way doctors are forced to train.

So there you have it. There are enough plot threads that I feel invested in, mostly the fate of the hospital, little Leo's gender journey (lol), and Levi and Nico's fractured romance! We'll see where it all goes.

8/10

#review #grey's anatomy #grey's anatomy review #greys anatomy review #grey's abc #greys anatomy #greys abc

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snappleapple · 3 years

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their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

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jealous slashers

|Michael|

Michael didn't even know what jealousy was before he experienced it for the first time. Before he got to know you he didn't care if anyone took what was his. In the asylum he wasn't even allowed to have personal stuff so why get jealous over having things taken away?

So what is this feeling he gets when you talk to someone else?

You have to understand that Michael's jealousy isn't based on certain actions like someone flirting with you. Michael gets jealous over everyone who even looks at you.

You're his obsession, not anyone else's. The person breathing the same air as you might as well die. He finally has something that he "owns". He is not going to let it get taken away from him.

I don't even think Michael cares much about what you do. Right now he is too fascinated by you to really hurt you anyway. But don't push your luck or his hand might just find your throat.

|Vincent Sinclair|

Vincent has two kinds of jealousy.

The first one involves "tourists" who come to Ambrose. If any of the victims flirts with you they might end up dead sooner than planned. That proves to be quite the problem since you sometimes lure people into the town and for that you need to be quite flirty.

While Vincent understands that, he will still make sure to show the person that you're his and not anyone else's.

If Vincent is that kind of jealous he's more angry than anything else and will be rather clingy the following days.

The second jealousy exists because of his twin. Vincent has been jealous of Bo his whole life and when he sees you two laughing he can't help the bitter feelings inside of him. In that state of mind he often locks himself in the basement and wallows in self-pity. It will need quite a bit of coaxing to get him out of there.

He knows that this isn't your fault, don't worry. He just needs to get over his insecurities before he can talk to you again.

|Bo Sinclair| (tad of NSFW)

You will immediately know if Bo's jealous. He gets very aggressive and if looks could kill whoever is talking to you would drop dead.

Bo might be one of the only slashers who actually blame you in case of him becoming jealous. He won't physically hurt you but his words do more than enough damage.

Bo is a big fan of kidnapping the person that made him jealous and then making out with you in front of him. If he's in a very jealous mood sex in front of the victim is not something he says no to.

Afterwards he might even apologize for being so pissed. He was just scared to lose you.

|Lester Sinclair|

Same as Vincent, Lester has been jealous of Bo his whole life.

If you spend more time talking to him he will not get angry though. Lester is not a very aggressive person. He'll think about it for a while and grow more distant during that.

As soon as he has come to a decision Lester will simply ask you, with a lot of fear in his eyes if I may say so, if you're going to leave him for Bo.

Please give him a lot of affection afterwards. Lester just wants to be sure that you won't leave him.

|Baby Firefly|

Baby rarely gets jealous. She gladly shares her love for you. The more people, the more love am I right?

If she ever got jealous she'll ask you about it. Baby is not someone who broods about things like that. It involves both of you so why shouldn't she just talk about it to you?

If you reassure your feelings towards her, she'll be happy again. Baby is just glad to know that your strongest feelings still only belong to her.

|Otis Driftwood| (NSFW)

You'll know when Otis is jealous. He is even grumpier than usual. But also horny.

Otis loves showing you off. However, he doesn't like sharing. So if he praises your curves to one of his friends and that person's eyes linger on you for one or two seconds too long, Otis will get angry.

The chances of him fucking you in front of the corpse of whoever made him jealous are very high so be prepared.

He might still be grumpy afterwards but give him some time. He trusts you, he just doesn't trust other men. According to him they're all horny assholes and he just wants you to be safe.

|Billy Loomis|

Imagine every superstition about high school boys getting jealous. That's what happens.

Billy gets angry, then sad. He doesn't know what to do instead of confronting you but as usual his emotions get in the way.

So yes, his confrontation might get more emotional than he planned but like every other argument it'll help with your relationship. If a person gets angry about something, they care about it. Now you know that you smiling at other guys makes him insecure and maybe know how to deal with other guys and him.

Explain that you won't leave him and Billy will be fine again.

|Stu Macher|

Stu gets silent and serious, something that doesn't happen all too often.

You'll notice it pretty quickly but you might have to pressure him a little before he tells you what's wrong.

Maybe you can guess it as well. There aren't a lot of things that make Stu grow silent so figuring out why he's feeling the way he is, isn't difficult.

Just drown him in attention and affection the next days. It will make him feel so loved. In that case you both can get over his jealousy without talking about it.

However you should discuss it at last once. Make it clear that you're not going to leave him and that it's your right to talk to other people besides him. He might be the only slasher that understands that certain argument.

|Brahms Heelshire|

Ah yes. The most jealous of them all.

Brahms has abandonment anxiety. If he's jealous of someone he'll get rid of them. Nothing you say will change that.

While he trusts your words, his jealousy is a compulsion and one he can't get rid of. He feels bad for feeling that way but he can't change it.

It will need years of convincing to change his way of thinking and acting. Brahms needs a lot of "education" when it comes to his emotions, but that might be the biggest problem yet.

|Josef|

Josef is a functioning adult yet he doesn't know how to deal with jealousy.

He will just do what feels right and that is confessing to you, which is the right decision.

Josef trusts you when you tell him that you would never leave him and most of the times that is already enough to calm him.

If he really wants to make sure, he'll and i'm not kidding propose. If anyone sees the ring, they'll quickly stop approaching you and that's all he wants.

Obviously marrying you is quite the price as well so really, he has everything he needs.

|Thomas Hewitt|

Dear Tommy here feels a mix of insecure and angry. How is he supposed to act now?

His first instinct is to hold you closer, maybe sit very close to you and place a threatening hand on you thigh to let the person across of you know who you belong to.

Obviously you'll quickly understand why he's acting that way.

Please explain to him that he's your partner, no one else. Thomas might get emotional over the whole thing. He gets it if you don't want to be in a relationship with someone scarred like him. He might even tell you to leave him for someone better.

You have to work a bit to lift his spirits again. A few hugs and cuddles might already do, Thomas just wants to feel loved right now. After all the trusts and loves you.

#michael myers x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #josef x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #slashers x reader

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