#because it always takes too long and by the time theyre done its not even funny

[shit-talker]

The 141 have a ridiculous run of inside jokes that is continuosly ruining their lives, such as;

1.) If someone says, "You love it really," to you, you immediately have to agree with them, no matter what the circumstances. Otherwise, you lose the ability to do it back. This has resulted in many weird fake confessions, including one time in which Soap got fed up with people making your mom jokes at him and went on a rant about it. Ghost glanced at him in front of a room full of cadets and just went, "You love it really, though," and Soap almost died as he sadly nodded and replied, "Yeah, I do."

2.) If something even remotely sexual sounding is said about you, you must always say, "You're damn right I do/am/will," back. This backfired once when they were in a defreif and Price said something about Gaz "coming through the back door" and Gaz, without think, winked and replied "You're damn right I did," In front of everyone and got in trouble for mild insubordination. (The others almost died laughing as he realised what he'd done, who he'd done it to, and who he'd done it in front of (aka Price's bosses))

3.) When talking about Roach, they will always act like he's died. He hasn't, but none of them can stop the joke, and it always makes all of them crack up, even Roach. This once caused major panic, as once when Ghost was discussing their latest mission with Laswell, he said, "It was fine because Roach - God rest his soul -" and Laswell had about two minutes where she thinks Roach has dropped dead and she didn't fucking know.

4.) They will always make up bad stories for how they met Ghost, if anyone ever asks. It doesn't matter what the truth is, or who they're speaking to, when asked, all three of them will reply with some made up, overly dramatic or down right boring story on how they met. These stories ranged from Ghost, saving them from a shark attack (Gaz), Ghost selling them assorted drugs as a teenager (Roach), and most devastatingly is when Soap told a distant relative of his that he met Ghost after "finding him with my older brother, behind his wifes back" he does not have an older brother, and so there is no wife.

5.) They always reference the "Malibu incident." None of them have ever been to Malibu. Nothing bad has ever happened there, but now they've created a whole conspiracy in the British Army about a coverup that happened in Malibu. Price knows about this one and finds it endlessly funny, so he goes along with it, never directly mentioning it but refusing to deny it when someone asks. If anyone ever asks about the details of it, they just give a deadpanned look as if the other person should already know and say; "Don't make me say it." There are rumours. Like, a lot of rumours.

6.) Roach claps every time someone says, "I'll be there for you" because once he clapped at the wrong time during the friends intro and had been paying the price ever since. It doesn't happen often, but sometimes you'll just hear him clapping - not even in the tune to the friends theme. Just random clapping. If any of the others hear it, they almost always reply with "That's a fuckin' joke" in a really disappointed tone. It's confused a lot of people.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #gary roach sanderson #john price #kate laswell #they spend far too much time together #so their humour has kind of melded together to make their own goddamn language that nobody else ever understands #and they can't explain it either #because it always takes too long and by the time theyre done its not even funny #so they just look crazy to everyone #price knows about most of these but absolutely refuses to take part in them #except for malibu #because he actually finds that one funny #task force 141 #cod 141 #shit talker talks

[adoresol]

♥︎ 𓂃 all you have to do is, WAIT — p. wonbin

1.6k *smut ⚠︎ fem!bodied reader. making out, oral (fem + male receiving), fingering, cum swallowing. may have accidentally incorporated sub!wonbin...

request: idk if you’ve seen the video of wonbin looking at shotaro w puppy eyes and pouting but i NEED a fic where wonbin pleads the reader for kisses while theyre busy doing smthg and once reader gives in for just a kiss, he makes it into something more iykwim,, if you can do this ill actually love u forever‼️

author's note: thank you sm for patiently waiting, i'm sorry it took so long but it's finally here <3 + stream wait by dino!!

WONBIN KNOWS THAT HE'S being dramatic, acting as if he hasn't had sex with you in centuries when in all reality, it has been three days (three days too long, he'd say). but he also knows that currently, your responsibility lies with helping a family member with their wedding. you have always been an excellent baker, it doesn't take much for you to agree with an offer with a smile.

it's one of the things wonbin loves about you, the fact that you don't let negative emotions subside within you and rather, you allow for new opportunities and friendships to occur. the friendliness is exactly what brought him to you in the first place.

but, he can't help it if he misses his gorgeous girlfriend, even if it's only been a few days.

wonbin's given signs, many, many signs. he can't help but wonder if you're purposefully ignoring them or are far too busy preoccupied on the arrangements of your cousin's wedding. “hey, my love.” you greet him with a smile, giving him a fraction of a second before you went back to focusing on setting the timer for the oven. he smiled warmly at you, his eyes never leaving your frame. wonbin admires you, it's evident in any way you could think of. but the very proof lies within his gaze, his brown eyes softening as he looks at you, who's far too busy to even notice his desire.

or, at least that's how he sees it.

“wonbin, if you stare too hard you might notice something you don't want to.” you joked, scrunching your nose at the comment you made towards yourself. wonbin loves you, all versions of you. “it's the opposite, staring at you makes me fall in love with you all over again.” his footsteps making its way towards you from behind, his arms wrapping around your waist and his head tilting to rest upon the spine of your back.

“i'm busy, you know this.” you sighed, trying to shrug off the clingy boy as you tried to mix the batter of raw eggs, flour, sugar, and other ingredients that wonbin can't bother to remember because that's what he has you for. “i do, but i miss you. i miss my girlfriend.” wonbin's never this bold, and you felt your heart leap at his obvious need. but you had a commitment and you were not going to throw it all away, knowing it would only lead to you rushing to get everything done the morning after. the day of the wedding.

“my love, i'm almost done. it won't take me that long.” you tried to reassure him, but his ears fell deaf to it all. “you said that last time and i ended up falling asleep by the time you were done.” wonbin complained, his arms holding onto you tighter.

you turned around, his grip loosening up a bit even if he was reluctant to do so. his hair falling in front of his eyes and staring back into yours, his face conformed into a pout. he was pouting, like a child who didn't get their way. laughing at his facial expression, your hands grabbed the sides of his face, placing a delicate peck on the top of his forehead. “i'm busy, wonbin. just give me a couple of hours and i'm all yours.”

“but i want you to be all mine now.” the way he was looking at you almost made you surrender to him. you sighed and brought your hand up to rest on the side of his jaw, tilting his head upwards to look at you. leaning in, you felt your lips touch his and his reaction was almost incredible, his body sinking into yours. the way his hands brought you closer to his body as his mouth moved along yours, soft breaths and a whine threatening to leave his lips.

you pressed your hands against his chest, detaching yourself from wonbin. whenever he looks at you, it's light and full of adoration but at this moment, it was quickly replaced with need. you turned around to continue mixing the batter, no matter how distracted you had let yourself get you couldn't bother yourself with it any further. “wonbin.. just wait, please? all you have to do it wait.”

and wait he did not.

slamming your hands down onto the counter, you bit down on your lip to avoid from encouraging his needy behavior. wonbin's hands trailing down into your pants and under your lacy panties, a groan leaving his lips when he felt just how wet you had truly been. “it's not just me.” he muttered into your ear, placing kisses down your shoulder as his fingers found home inside your pussy, thrusting them in and out with fluidity from how drenched you had been. you whined and hung your head low, your hips stuttering into the palm of his hand for the attention that you'd been refusing to admit you've been needing.

“i can't wait anymore. you want this just as bad as i do, i know you do.” wonbin whined against your skin, stripping you from your shorts. he lifted you, turning you around to face him, sitting you up on the counter. he placed kisses down your body, and stopped right over your pussy, pressing his tongue flat against your panties. instinctively, your hands reached to his hair, tugging on it with a whine. “take them off.” you told him, nodding when he looked back up for reassurance.

the second your panties came off, wonbin's tongue entered in between your folds, his nose angled and brushing against your clit gently.

it's been so long, you couldn't help but feel your orgasm reaching quickly from his simple actions. he sucked on your clit while looking up at you through his bangs, his big eyes peering into yours with so much lust.

“oh, fuck.” you gulped, throwing your head back as wonbin continued to fuck his tongue into your heat, his pace was consistent– it was sloppy and desperate, like he'd been waiting for this moment to occur. the fact that he'd so quickly gotten on his knees and pushed your legs apart for his tongue to dive into your cunt made your stomach turn.

wonbin had been so caught up with making you cum on his tongue, that he didn't realize how hard he had gotten. his cock was leaking inside of his joggers, the uncomfortable feeling causing him to press a hand against his hard on. groaning as he touched himself through the soft material, wanting nothing more than to be inside of you. before he knew it, you moaned louder, your cunt grinding against his mouth and your hands tugging harder on his hair. although it hurt, wonbin believes that pain has never felt better than now.

wonbin closed his eyes as he cleaned you up, standing up and watching as your chest heaved, your eyes were shut closed from the euphoric feeling. “kiss me.” you spoke, and it did not take him long before he bent down to latch his lips onto yours. you whined against him from the aggressiveness, tasting your own juices from his tongue. your hand reached down to his joggers, palming him through the clothing. he hissed into your mouth, letting out soft groans and whines. wrapping your hand around his face, you kept kissing him feverishly, while you took off his joggers with the help of your hands and your foot.

“baby's so hard, wanted this for a while, didn't you?” you spoke against his mouth, wonbin nodding as soon as the words left your lips. “i'm sorry, my love.” pulling away from the heated kiss, looking into his eyes. “i'll make it up to you.” you gestured for him to take off his shirt as you stood up from the counter, engaging in yet another kiss.

your lips trailed down from his lips to the corners of his mouth, to his sharp jawline and down towards his collarbones. suckling softly on wonbin's pretty skin, your hands ghosting the sides of his body before they landed on his boxers. “so pretty, wonbin.” you mumbled against his chest, looking up at him with a gentle smile. his cheeks were flushed and his eyes softened up when looking at you, despite the amount of sexual desire he craved so badly from you. your hands helped to take off his undergarments, then wrapping your hand around his leaking cock and jerking it slowly. “so, so pretty.”

wonbin moaned at the combination of your words and the attention his cock was finally getting. the way you left kisses down his body, and continued pouring so much care into him. his heart leaped, just as his cock did, when you got down on your knees and peered up at him with the utmost prettiest eyes he's ever seen. kissing down his shaft, your hand moving his cock in a quicker pace from the way his moans only increased with every breath he took. you chuckled softly at his reactions, looking up at him as you stuck your tongue out to press the tip of his tongue against. you hummed at the sensation, moving your mouth further to engulf his length into your mouth.

wonbin's hands found their way to your head, patting it gently despite how needy he'd been feeling. your warm mouth allowing him much more pleasure, the way you managed to shove his entire length down your throat without any uncertainties. you knew you could take it, especially if it came down to making your boyfriend feel good.

you felt his cock twitching in your mouth and you knew he was about to cum, continuing your actions at an ever quicker pace and even moaning around his length to increase stimulation. wonbin's breaths grew heavy and he groaned as he felt himself release inside of your mouth, constant moans exiting from his lips.

you slowly pulled away from his cock, licking your lips with a grin as you looked up to see his satisfied expression. you smirked, “why don't we take this somewhere else?”

#adoresol ✮ #riize #riize imagines #riize smut #park wonbin imagines #park wonbin smut #wonbin imagines #wonbin smut #riize wonbin #riize wonbin smut

[bittersnsweetz]

feeling normal about krisnix in this chilli's tonight

Kristoph gavin who never expresses vulnerability, who is always so calculating and so good at hiding himself and playing into the facade hes crafted, who hasn't felt genuine happiness for as long as he can remember (and he has a pretty good memory), feeling personally and emotionally affected by someone and that someone is phoenix wright

he has never dedicated himself to being in control of someone's life as much as he has with this man, and that's shown by just how long he draws everything out, how long he stays phoenix's "friend", how attached he becomes to the feeling of winning, of having the upper hand. you could argue that klavier was his greatest triumph, and you wouldnt necessarily be wrong. but i would argue that with the fact that i definitely think kristoph gets bored of how easy it is to have klavier under his heel. it becomes child's play, so much so that it's no longer rewarding. but phoenix is a completely different story because he's unpredictable, because he's much more vigilant about that kind of thing, much more fun to make squirm

it consumes him without him even realising. he never even entertains the idea that he needs phoenix to satisfy him (both in the physical and psychological sense) because needing someone is equivalent to admitting that you're weak or useless on your own and kristoph gavin can never accept that as fact. he can never be honest with himself because thats not something he's capable of

he doesnt take into consideration just how much that what he does, he's doing FOR the approval of others, it doesn't matter if it's genuine to him or not because he sure as hell doesnt know what that looks or feels like. to be respected, to be given what he deserves, to be constantly above anyone and everyone else because thats an insatiable need for him as a person with a simultaneous inferiority AND god complex (as well as a number of potential personality disorders)

he needs to know that he's in control of the situations and people around him. and hes paranoid about the reality of not having that and being reduced to something lesser. unworthy. which is why he's always so careful, so meticulous about everything, to protect that ideology

phoenix to kristoph is this anomaly that he can't define, and he's too afraid of the unfamiliarity of exploring anything remotely foreign i.e his, ugh, FEELINGS about him and what that would imply to ever try. so he convinces himself that it's all about control and its all about personal satisfaction, and while that definitely is true, there's a deeper intricacy that he continuously denies

and its not until phoenix's "betrayal" that that really cements in kristoph's brain. the fact that he's affected by it. that he feels something more intense than simple anger at being foiled

hes afraid of phoenix being able to see through him because he's gotten close so many times. and the only power kristoph has over him after his sentence is the fact that phoenix has never truly understood him, not completely, but it's a personal affliction that he's managed to come close.

kristoph knows that phoenix knows something's up but he has to toe that line of. being the kristoph that phoenix recognises while also making sure he stays in line, and its difficult. especially when phoenix himself learns how to hide better

he knows in a way that phoenix already has him, but he also knows that its not something that phoenix could safely or reliably reveal now or he would have done so sooner. and thats the only solace he gets in knowing that the one-sided trust has been completely shattered, which forces him to actually start exercising his own vigilance in lieu

but he knows that up until shit hits the fan theyre going to keep what toxic situationship they have going. because kristoph isnt letting phoenix go for obvious reasons and phoenix isnt letting go either, and they both have such an intense grip on each other, playing with each other's fears and paranoia, testing each other's limits, attempting to get the other to slip first

and kristoph knows that phoenix is determined. and that he wont stop at anything until he's given kristoph the punishment he believes he deserves. i dont think he knows how much he's unconsciously tapping into phoenix's personal trauma, which is why he ends up underestimating how far he's willing to drag kristoph down

there is something so interesting about how their relationship develops over time

how they both take turns being the pawn in the other's game

how the reality of the situation changes virtually nothing because at that point they've become so ingrained in each other

obviously its the worst for phoenix. he sees miles in kristoph in the worst way and despite his better judgement he still feels the need to try to save him from damnation, even when its futile. thats just how his mind works. he sees the little human things that kristoph does and obviously he's not a complete apathetic dick, so he sympathises

its not as simple or as black and white as dahlia was

dahlia for one literally only used phoenix as a scapegoat. its obvious that she never truly felt anything romantic towards him, and she's much more clear cut in terms of her motivation being purely out of selfish desires to protect herself, which is something phoenix understands. with kristoph though, he goes out of his way to present himself to phoenix as someone he can trust first instead of completely lovebombing him, he builds up their relationship in a way that's slow and gradual to have the highest chance of success and to really get inside phoenix's head.

and i refuse to believe that kristoph wanted to spend any more than a year with him to get what he needed. the fact that he continues keeping in contact with him instead of outright killing him during the 7 year gap which is not at all beyond his capabilities, is a testament to how much he needed phoenix around. and not in the sense that it was vital for his revenge plot which we still dont even know if he has planned at the time. and kristoph is manipulative and cunning out of fear, so this isnt something he thought through step-by-step

phoenix is the only person kristoph HAS. and obviously he hates him, he believes phoenix took something that was rightfully his, and phoenix wright of all people being the one to do it (someone known for his bluffing in court, his chance techniques, his complete inadequacy during court proceedings and yet he STILL manages to get the win time and time again) is just the biggest slap to the wrist

but phoenix is also the only person who kristoph learns he can parry with. and maybe just a little he starts almost enjoying the way they hate each other. how much theyre able to get under each other's skin. which is something phoenix undoubtedly recognises and absolutely uses to his advantage

its because phoenix is able to elicit such a visceral negative emotion from him in a way that nobody else can, that kristoph gets attached. that hes able to elicit anything that causes kristoph mental distress at all. its not that he WANTS it to happen, but moreso that it implies he's getting under phoenix's skin too. and we know how much kristoph loves attention

whereas with dahlia, she didnt have a personal vendetta against phoenix, he was just collateral

and that changes things because shes very obviously just a person with villainous intent who took advantage of phoenix's more naive nature, whereas kristoph took advantage of his position as someone who desperately needed a friend. and that changes things. that directly plays with phoenix's ability to trust those who extend unconditional kindness to him

it means that kristoph becomes this fucked up amalgamation of an in-between. this limbo state between dahlia and miles, in phoenix's head. neither one nor the other, but a secret third thing. it makes phoenix believe that he can somehow help him like he helped miles, becoming blinded by their characteristic parallels, while also recognising that he's being manipulated

and phoenix WANTS to see the best in kristoph. he wants to know that hes human so that maybe it makes things easier. maybe hes just hurt. maybe he's getting defensive because he's going through something else. maybe he wants to be a good person but doesnt know how. he doesnt have to be another dahlia.

phoenix's unrelenting saviour complex and denial over being manipulated by someone like dahlia again, mixed in with kristoph's absolute debilitating abhorrence for being pitied or sympathised with in any way, and how that just ends up spiralling them down further and further

the complete opposite nature of the two of them, foils if you will, phoenix having so many regrets about the situation and kristoph harbouring none

phoenix never truly being able to understand him like he could with dahlia, because he becomes attuned so much with kristoph's humanity, the limbo, how he operates, the uncertainty of whether or not it was all an act, that kristoph never meant the things he said, that the moments of vulnerability, the split seconds that phoenix saw being crafted just to manipulate him (he KNOWS its not true) continues to eat away at him long after the events unfold.

kristoph never opting to give him any sort of closure because that would mean compromising himself and that's something he can never do willingly, and that being the only thing he has over phoenix's head now, the one thing he can pettily hold on to in spite of everything phoenix has managed to do to him. the last bit of control he has left

yeah im normal. why do you ask?

#ace attorney #aa4 #kristoph gavin #phoenix wright #krisnix #the most toxic yuri ive seen in my life #but also tragic? if you squint #i wrote this at 3am

[walli3darl1ng]

Can you imagine the casts reactions to a human (gender neutral) reader whos covered in tattoos? Like, theyre totally used to people being gray, yellow, pink, etc but theyve never seen anyone with such vibrant, intricate patterns on their skin (who dont have fur or feathers)! I imagine them all assuming for a long time that its completely normal and natural for humans, until the reader says something like “oh yeah, this one really hurt to get, but it was worth it!” And everyone is bewildered. (This is moreso like a “group reaction” thing but you can make it one on one with any characters you want!)

( I really like this idea! I would like to think the crew would like just think you are the embodiment of a coloring book XD enjoy!)

For as long as you can remember you’ve always been with the neighborhood of small alive and moving puppets. Now for how you got here you have no clue. No complaints from you that’s for sure, you felt like home here. More so then in your own world.

Everyone sees you as an equal unique and special in your own way and that for once feels so good. Despite being covered mostly neck to toe in tattoos.

Everyone didn’t think nothing of it. They all thought that’s how all humans come as, kinda like a birth mark. All different but would be born with it.

You were helping Howdy put up some things on the self as Wally come trotting in and greeting you two. “Howdy, neighbor! Howdy, Howdy,” he laughs. “Ha. Ha. Ha. I said Howdy twice.”

You laugh and waves at Wally. Seeing Julie and sally walking over as well. “Hi guys! How’s it going?”

“Hi, (Y/n)! You helping Howdy?”

“Yup we just finished for the day.” Howdy smiles as you sit down and stretch, your tattoos are kinda hard to hide so they are always on full display and everyone is so mesmerized by it. All the different colors and lines, dark spots and shapes. Really cool.

“(Y/n) I’m always amazed at your marking, they just look so cool!” Sally gushes as she runs her finger along the lines of your arm as you smile at her.

“Awe, really? Thank you, I really like them too,” you show one that’s in your wrist. “This one was a little hard to do, it was difficult to get the lines straight.”

You point on another that’s on your shoulder. “This one I would say took the longest in doing, a lot of shading but this one,” you show another one that’s closer to your knee not noticing the confusion the puppets are giving you. “This one was the worse! I was in so much pain when I was getting it done but gosh was it worth it, look at it, it looks so dope.”

Finally you glance to your friends and stop when you see them give you worried and scared expressions. “Uh…what’s wrong? Did I say something..”

“They…hurt? How?”

“Because they’re tattoos..? It’s ink that gets stabbed into my skin..?” You were as lost as them right now. You genuinely thought they knew that you weren’t born with all this.

“What!”

You flinch back at the outburst and give a nervous chuckle.

“Wait, you get stabbed with ink?! Why would you do that?”

“Who gets stabbed with ink?”

You look over to see Frank, Eddie and Barnaby walking toward you and Julie jumps to tell them the news.

“(Y/n)’s marking are stabbed into them with ink to make their marking!”

You try to calm everyone down, now finding this all funny in someways even cute that they’re concerned about how you got your ‘markings’. “Okay guys, it’s okay, not all of them hurt, just some.”

“Are you sure? Do they hurt now?” Howdy asks, holding Wally from getting an apple.

“No I’m fine, they don’t hurt at all.”

“Well that’s good then.” Frank responds getting distracted by a butterfly tattoo you have on your other arm.

You notice Julie still looking at you with worry and you sigh. She can be so worrisome sometimes. You reach into your bag and pull out some washable markers and hand them to her.

“Wanna color some in?” You ask her with a smile which only grows when you see her light up and take the markers and jumps around you, seeing which one she wants to color first.

“Oh! Oh! Can I color some too?!” Sally chimes in and takes a marker when you nod your head.

Soon you realized the mistake you made when they all decided to color in your tattoos and Wally being the artist he is wanted to draw some new ones on spot where you didn’t have any. This lasted all day.

~~~

En fin! This one was short I know. Do you guys have tattoos? I want one so bad I’ve only ever done stick n pokes :)

#welcome home #welcome home wally #welcome home x reader #welcome home x you #wally darling #welcome home barnaby #welcome home julie #welcome home sally

[space-helen]

Grade

Words: 1499

Pairing: All platonic (?) Nick Stokes x Reader, Greg Sanders x Reader, David Hodges x Reader

A/N: This was written back in October (sorry) but enjoy!

Request: Okay so this may be totally very random but idk either- the idea just popped into my head but my writer ass is too filled up with school to have motivation to write so- but like onto the idea.

So like, reader is maybe like, a student/works part time at the lab? And theyre everyones favourite as they can get along with everyone (even hodges though he would be the last to admit it-) but their grades are slipping majorly and no one knows as they keep up the 'im fine' mask before diverting the topic, like how that person is.

But one day maybe they get a grade or something in a subject they really studied for and its very bad or something else happens and someone just finds them in a very random spot and its all fluff :(?

Sorry if this was long and you dont have to write this if you dont want to, I just think your writing is awesome so :)

-🧽/Anon

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You nervously checked your phone again before shoving it back in your pocket. God, you hated waiting for results. It seemed like you'd been on a losing streak recently. No matter how hard you were studying your grades were consistently low. You knew some of your classmates thought it was because of your job in the crime lab but you wouldn't give it up for the world.

"How's it going?" Hodges spoke from the other side of the room.

"Everything's fine." You forced a smile "the tests are running."

"Perfect." He returned his attention back to the work in front of him "You can go for a break if you want. Go grab a coffee, just be back to get the results."

"Thanks. Want me to make you one?" 

The man waved you off and gave you a smile "I'll be ok but thank you." Standing up you made sure everything was safe before leaving the room.

Getting into the break room you poured yourself a drink before looking at the snacks on offer today before turning and taking a seat at the table.

"How's it going?" Greg sat across from you at the table, a drink of his own in his hand.

"I'm ok, pretty quiet morning so far."

He laughed "today does seem slower, huh?" He took a sip of his drink as you did yours "have you had the test results back?"

"Yours should be done soon, Hodges told me to take a break while they were-"

"Not those." He interrupted "your grade for the-"

"Oh, they haven't come back yet."

"Are you nervous?"

You shook your head and took another sip of your drink, feeling the hot liquid slightly scold your mouth and throat. "I studied hard, it should be fine like always."

"I respect your positivity so much" he smiled as he checked his phone and then  downed the last part of his drink, you weren't sure how he did it really, you knew you wouldn't be able to with the coffee at this temperature. "I have to run but let me know when you get the grade back." As he stood he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and gave it a light squeeze "good luck."

You gave him a smile and thanked him but before you knew it he was gone. Enjoying the rest of the silence you flipped through one of the newspapers left on the table before eventually finishing your coffee and cleaning your mug. Walking back down the corridor towards your workstation you felt a notification come in on your phone. Seeing it was your results you opened it immediately but instantly regretted it, another failed test. Diving for the nearest door you opened flung it open and threw yourself through into it. As you stared at your phone screen you could feel tears coming to your eyes quickly as your chest began to feel tighter. This couldn't be happening, not again.

Nick had seen your odd behaviour as he turned the corner. Speeding up his pace he knocked lightly on the storage cupboard door "Y/N is everything ok?" he listened carefully for a response but instead heard your quiet sobs through the door. Opening it carefully he slid inside and his heart felt sorry for you as soon as your tear filled eyes met his.

"Come here." His whispered opening his arms. You closed the small distance and were soon in his arms, allowing him to hug you. "What happened?"

"The test." You sobbed "I just got my grade back" another sob "I failed." 

"It's ok. It's ok." The man placed his one hand on your hair to comfort you more as he brought you into his chest. 

As he did Greg came to the door and opened it carefully, seeing the two of you he gave Nick a questioning look and mouthed the words 'what's up?' 

'Grades' Nick mouthed back and Greg nodded his head. Leaning against the door frame he looked at you sympathetically, knowing how difficult it could be.

"I know it's silly." You pulled away from Nick and wiped your face. "But I worked so hard and it's just like I'm running in circles. Maybe I'm just not good enough."

"Don't say that." Nick said calmly

"Y/N you're literally incredible. Probably the most promising I've seen around here in forever. You're so clever and definitely have what it takes." It was Greg speaking now.

Looking at the man with tears in your eyes you swallowed a sob "It really doesn't feel like it right now."

Nick placed his hand on your shoulder lightly. "You should have said something if you're struggling with grades. We could have helped you out." 

"I didn't want you to all think I was stupid."

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Greg teased lightly "We're all in awe at how much you have going on and we'd never think you were stupid."

"Man, you teach me something new most days." Nick added in, moving his hand from your shoulder to your back, gesturing forward with his other hand "let's move from the closet though, it's cramped in here and there's better places to cry in the lab."

Nodding you allowed the men to walk you to somewhere more appropriate, the two of them giving warning glances to anyone staring or small shakes of their head in a 'drop it' fashion to those who looked like they were going to interfere. 

Sitting down at your desk, Hodges handed you your results as the two men stood next to you, clearly puzzled by everyone's expressions he had to fill the silence "what's going on-"

"I failed" You cut him off. 

The man's jaw was slack "What? How? Wasn't this exam in your main field of expertise? We work on it most days."

You nodded and rested your elbows on the table and your chin on your hands as your eyes skimmed the results he'd handed you "yep."

"You have to ask for a remark."

"Leave it." Nick spoke as he pulled up a stool next to you.

You sighed if Nick and Greg knew, David should probably know too since you worked with him everyday and you were actually quite close to the man. "I've been pretty consistent with my failing grades this semester." You didn't raise your eyes from the piece of paper.

"There has to be some form of favouritism going on." The man shook his head "you've never once made an error in this lab-"

Greg interrupted the man "I don't think this is helping right now."

"No it's fine." You looked up at the men "What's done is done. I can try and redeem myself in the next one but if I fail that too I'll probably have to kiss the lab goodbye."

Hodges grumbled "I'll help you. Whatever you need I'll help."

"Can't we just show them the work you do here? Would that help your grade?" Nick questioned.

You shrugged "we could try, but they'd probably just tell me I've got too much going on. Just like how my friends say it."

"They don't sound very much like friends then do they." Greg scoffed "we're here for you though Y/N, like Hodges said, anything you need." Greg's phone buzzed and he was quickly excusing himself.

You looked back down at the results and slid them in front of Nick as you talked him through them as I'd nothing had happened, the man thanked you and gave you a warm smile before leaving.

"What do you have for me next?" You asked Hodges.

"You can help me prep these samples?"

You smiled and began to cross the room to him when your phone began to ring. Answering the call without looking, you were surprised to hear your University lecturer on the other end.. 

Locking your phone you slid it into your pocket and took a step back inside your lab space. "You'll never guess what" Hodges gestured for you to continue speaking "There was apparently an error in the system and everyone was given a failing grade. I passed. I’m a little annoyed it happened but-"

"I knew it had to be a mistake.” Hodges quickly added a smile beaming on his face.

"I don't know what my exact grade was but at least it wasn't a fail. She said that although my past grades weren't great the ones they really take into consideration is this one and the next two we get."

He smiled even more "good because I have no clue what I'd do in here without you now" 

"Thank you, I really love the opportunity I have to work with you, I've learnt so much-"

He held up his hand "As much as I love to hear it from other people I don't want to hear it from you." He joked "go and tell Nick and Greg."

You nodded "I'll be right back" 

"There's no rush, enjoy the news"

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[mvnsvn6]

1k of ldr/online steddie angst…enjoy🫡

long distance relationships are hard. but they are so rewarding. 

theres something thats so intentional about online relationships, the amount of commitment in them. its not as easy to take for granted the time that you spend together. 

eddie cant just jump in a car and drive for twenty minutes to get to the person he loves.

it takes calculated thought. budgeting, organizing, commitment, and so, so much patience. 

its eddie picking up hours for that extra bit of money so he can take steve on a date he deserves when he finally visits again. 

embarrassingly enough, its buying a bed frame and asking wayne to help him put it together because hes not making steve sleep on the fucking mattress on the floor with him. its putting way more effort to make your shitty apartment into something more cozy, to feel comfortable and safe. 

its brushing teeth and taking meds together because eddie and steve kinda have a hard time remembering small things like that. the small things that make you take care of yourself just a little better.

its purposefully making space in the otherwise busy parts of their lives. slowing down the seconds for one another. 

sometimes literally. eddie and steve somehow are always a few seconds off when they watch tv shows or movies, even though they both count 3, 2, 1, together. 

eddies a bit of a mess, is the point, and theyre slowly putting all of his pieces back together. not for steve, but with steve. and, in person or not, thats one of the most rewarding things about being in love with someone.

steves the kind of person that makes everyone around him want to be better. theres something effortless in the way that he loves people. and eddie feels like a god damn cat taking a nap in the sun with the amount of warmth that he feels thinking that hes one of the lucky few that steve gives that blinding love to. 

its insane how much phone calls, texts, face timing can still shine so much light on the careful gentleness that steve gives freely. right in stride with the sassy bullying. he’s endearing, the little quips and snarkiness that he gives everyone, but not too mean. never too mean, never mean enough for someone to doubt how much steve loves them. its the endless patience he gives eddie, where eddie gets easily annoyed by shit and it takes him a bit longer to cool down. 

its pretty safe to say that he knew within like 2 weeks of meeting online that he was falling in love with him. 

which is probably why this is the hardest break up Eddies gone through.

he didnt want to break up but it just wasnt. working. steve cancelled the trip he was supposed to be taking to visit eddie while they were fighting. 

he didnt think they were fighting like that. like breaking up fighting. he didnt want to break up. 

and thinking that steve gave up, just throwing in the towel? well, its safe to say that eddie did not handle that really well.

so the fighting gets worse, eddie gets madder and then steve gets madder. and at this point the original problem has been forgotten and every other problem theyve had has been brought up again.

and listen, theres lots of good things about long distance relationships. 

but the worst thing?

the worst thing about it is getting blocked when you’re in the middle of fighting. when someone just gets so mad and its so easy to press a button.

it feels like a physical wall has been put up and he has no hope of tearing it down. he cant just, go and talk to steve when theyre both calm. its just over, done, nothing to do anymore. 

no closure. 

so it tears away at the bits and pieces that they built up together. and eddies not blaming him. its just, the grief of losing someone like steve? well it kinda brings on this tunnel vision, he cant focus on anything else.

it feels like hes finding ghosts in every corner he finds himself drawn to. 

something that eddies completely forgotten only to be brought right into view again. 

and the worst is the mundane things. things that steve doesnt even know that he’d remember. things that steve didnt realize that eddie was taking note of.

like he was reading this book one night, and steve had a nightmare so eddie read to him on call, and he really really doubts that steve even remembers because of how tired he was. 

but eddie remembers. 

music is an obvious one. 

or oh yeah, eddie passed by this tree where he took a picture of himself to send to steve and it was so inconsequential at the time but now he'll think of it any time he walks past.

its the train ride home.

its even being at work, calling him because eddies having a panic attack again but he cant leave just yet but even if hes just hearing steve talk to robin or mumbling under his breath while doing something, it just helps.  because eddies kind of bad at asking for help, but somehow steve made him feel like he was always there and could trust that. 

and now when eddie has a bad day at work or a fight with his friends, he instinctively thinks of steve. and not even because these things are so drastic or anything, steves just the first person he thinks to call.

every time it rains it reminds him of steve. but not even because steve liked rain all on its own. but because he said it reminded him of eddie when they were together. how he just thinks of the rain because eddie always sends him pictures of rainbows. or snails that come out to soak it all up. or how eddie looks like a wet poodle when hes drenched in it, because he forgot to take his umbrella with him again. 

so steve tells him, yeah the rain reminds me of you. and so now eddie doesnt even like the rain that much because its something that steve loved about eddie and it just hurts that he took that little piece of eddie, he took his own notes of inconsequential things to love and he's still gone.

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#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #ficlet #steddie ficlet

[shibuiking]

umm. bhaal thoughts nd stuff under the cut. ive seen a lot of stuff mischaracterising/interpreting/whatever and it bothers me. i like him.

bg1+2+3 spoilers btw.

i dont wanna seem uhhh. confrontational or anything so this is just me airing thoughts out cz its true u dont rly Hear from him much directly in bg3 so i guess i get why ppl wouldnt know or think certain stuff. and im not the worlds expert on the topic as much as id like to be. but writing gods in stuff is never easy i think, especially as a fan, since they function on totally different ideas and have worldviews we could never possibly understand, etc etc

i think what bothers me the most is the misconception that bhaal would give a shit what the urge does. he definitely doesnt. the canon bg1+2 is a human male goodguy (derogatory) and even he was still supposedly favoured by bhaal (in that achieving slayer form was from a feeling of 'divine hatred' and not an actual gift since bhaal at the time was dead and he was favoured not for this but in that he was the strongest of all his spawn (this is bg2 stuff btw i highly recommend u play both those games if u liked bg3 durge)) i actually miss how bg2 introduced that form its way better than in 3 but thats a big tangent ToT and i get why since the durge was quite literally made with it in mind anyway he didnt care about the prev spawn because their only purpose was to die anyway. but he doesnt care abt what durge does either. he would not care if he was fucking gortash. the one constant w him is that all he cares about is the end goals, the process doesnt matter at all. i cant be bothered putting screenshots in rn but both the durge's old diary and sarevok say "bhaal cares only for death. death in numbers, death in droves." and the ingame proof is in that even if u refuse to kill isobel u can still get the slayer form by agreeing to accept his gift in the temple. whether u killed isobel or not just determines if u get slayer form early. the other proof is orin, who doesnt follow him as he would ideally want either (too focused on making 'art' with death instead of actually killing) but still gets to be his chosen if u play as tav instead of durge (he also doesnt like the way shes loyal to sarevok more than him) hes pretty pragmatic

also the other thing... abt the butlers. sceleritas isnt there to ensure u are loyal, thats his own prerogative and pride as a butler. tho i think the specifics of him in general are left intentionally vague. the rest of bhaals butlers are always imps, and his own was also an imp (theyre made in his imps image after all), bt sceleritas is made in bhaals image. since he has a glued on nose and the colouring on his face looks like a skull. and the earrings are mirroring the slayers facial horns. thats a bit of a tangent tho umm anyway, my point is that durge got a very special butler for reasons we can only guess at. (tho i enjoy thinking that he really was meant more as a nanny/standin parent figure)

anyway that got sort of long. i love dad a lot. everyones durge can be different frm canon obviously... bt bhaal is an established char, nd a super interesting one (i have a lot of thoughts abt the similarities w mystra+shar especially cz of bg3 and the way sheart+gale narrative's play out bt again thats uhhhhh a HUGE tangent and im not even sure how to word my thoughts)

anyway tldr bhaal is a very hands off parent and doesnt give a shit what u do as long as u get the job done (and i love him very much 🥺)

oh also if u math the years out, durge is 20yrs old at max. and that takes the assumption that bhaal made u ASAP after he was resurrected. trivia. if u wanna read the thing wheree he gets rezzed, its the 'murder at baldurs gate' story which also comes with a rly intensive worldbuilding manual for the city which could help w fanfic or whatever u want. i enjoyed reading it (helping w dnd stuff T_T).

another edit: i doubt anyone except me is rly interested bt i have soooo much to say on the topic of how bhaal treats the urge (positively+unconditionally), sceleritas in general, and the way the urges journey mirrors bhaals own fall from grace and coming back stronger, etc etc, i already wrote half of it on twitter anyway so if theres interest i can share it here too

#durgetash #the dark urge #enver gortash #bg3

[lilyrizzy]

elaborate on ur thoughts for maxiel on married at first sight 👀

okay, never in a million years do i think max would ever go on reality tv BUT my thoughts if he did under the cut

okay so obviously they see each other for the first time at the wedding and i think the level of attraction is different. like, initially daniel is like, 'okay, he's kinda cute, i can work with this,' whereas max is like, 'oh my god, this man is so beautiful, he is perfect, wow.' but the problem is, max doesn't show that. in fact, max doesnt show much of ANYTHING to begin with, at least not in the way daniel is used to.

because daniel is good at performing right, so when it comes to the vows, he's cracking jokes, making max's mum and victoria laugh (obvs j*s is not there), saying the cheesy shit they all say like 'i knew i wanted to marry you from the moment i met you,' and 'this is a leap of faith but i'm ready to jump with you, baby,' whereas max is like taking it very seriously, almost to the point of like... not seeming into it? like he says stuff like, 'i will try to like you, i hope also that you will like me, i want to be a very good husband,' because thats the truth! he cant lie and say like, he wants to spend his life with daniel, because he doesnt know him yet. but to daniel it seems a little...cold, so he's not sure how to feel about his new husband.

at the reception, max is even more awkward, doesn't know how to start conversation and barely answers the questions daniel asks him.

'what music do you like?' 'i do not listen to a lot of music.'

'what do you do for fun?' 'i like to play fifa.'

'what do you do for a job?' 'i am a car mechanic.'

and daniel is sinking lower and lower into his chair like, fuck, what have i done, i've got to spend the next few weeks with a guy who clearly doesnt have any social skills. meanwhile, max is like, wow, daniel wants to know so much about me:) he is a good listener:) he is doing all the talking because he can tell this is hard for me:) or something lol. doesnt realise hes being rude, he just- he cant do this with the camera in his face, okay?

then in the bedroom, on their wedding night max realises that maye its not been going as well as he thought because he tries to kiss daniel, but daniel just laughs, stepping away gently and saying, 'guess ill take the couch right?' because he thinks that. well max is really young? what if hes just in this for the fame, the quick money, what if hes doing this now because he feels he has to? daniel doesnt want it to be like that, okay. its not what hes here for. but to max, he's like. oh:(. he'd thought- but of course daniel doesnt want to sleep in the bed with him, because look at him and look at daniel.

then i think the misscommunication continues for a bit of their honeymoon. they both think the other doesnt like each other, and max says even less now because if daniel doesnt want to even kiss him, then what is the point trying to be husbands? so they avoid each other a little, until daniel eventually thinks, fuck it, i gotta *try*, because he cant have max say leave and go home in the first week okay? his friends (michael) bullied him so badly for doing this, so it has to be worth it.

so he sneaks max out to some romantic beach picnic without the cameras (btw theyre in the caribbean or something idk), gets them both tipsy and he asks, 'why did you even come on the show?' and because the cameras arent here, max can be honest and say, 'my sister, she has two babies. and i tried to find somebody who would want this also, but with me. but always, men wanted sex and then when instead i tried to go for breakfast the next day, they would just laugh and leave. maybe it is because i am bad at it, but i did not do it at all for a long time, because my dad-'

and then max breaks off, and daniel tugs him into his arms and is like, 'its okay max. somebody to build a life with, thats what i wanted too.' then he kisses max, and it's not like on the wedding day, a peck in front of their parents, it's deep and there's tongue and max can't help but push for more and more, to push daniel back into the sand and grind against him until daniel is like, 'why dont i be the judge of how bad you really are?' and then they have like, mindblowing sex over and over, for the rest of the honeymoon.

and im not saying the sex like, fixes everything, but i think max feeling wanted sexually by daniel soothes a lot of the insecurities inside him that were making it hard for him to open up to him in other ways? like the next morning in bed he's a little shy when daniel cracks a load of jokes about how very much not bad in bed he is, but he’s also laughing and laughing, and when daniel starts a conversation over breakfast, suddenly max is chatting his ear off. and he is still is a little awkward infront of the cameras, but in private, they start to build something real. he can banter back with daniel now, give as good as he gets, even if the jokes are dorky and not funny to anyone else. to daniel they're cute and because he knows what max was like before, he can see how hard max is trying.

and daniel doesnt know when it happens, but one day everythinggg max does just becomes endearing. all of max's little quirks, his bluntness, his black and white thinking, daniel realises this is max and he really really likes max. max isnt pumping his tires because he wants something from daniel, he genuinely thinks daniel is hilarious and sexy and kind. and because daniel knows this, he feels he can be *real* with max, in a way hes never been before? like, max likes daniel the showman, but he also just likes daniel.

i genuinely think its like, a whirlwind romance after that. they tell each other they love each other before they even come back from the honeymoon, the viewers at home are rolling their eyes declaring it will never last.

but it does :) after the initial struggle, they become the low maintenance couple that just vibe the whole time lol. daniel waffle's about how much they get on with each other at each comittment ceremony, while max is like, 'yes things are good:)' and dies inside the time the intimacy expert asks if theyve had sex or not, and how was it. daniel just winks and says no complaints, but refuses to give anymore away bc thats private and he knows max doesnt want it out there.

the only time they get into any drama is when daniel sticks up for max, declaring his love publically to the group for the first time, when one of the girls is being mean and saying that max has the personality of a cabbage and she doesnt understand what daniel sees in him. or when max (bc he’s defo the one to get put with the girls even though it should be daniel) gets a little outwardly jealous when all the girls answer 'daniel' when asked who they think the hottest husband is at those awkward group days (shoutout to the episode that aired just haha) but inside he’s preening, like, hell yeah, thats my man.

then when it ends, they post an update on insta like, yeah we are still together, here are our two cats & also we got married for real:)

the end lol

#what even is this lmao #i wrote this in 15 minutes so like #enjoy my terrible grammar and spelling #sorry its so long oops #max/daniel #fic #kinda #look lorna i wrote an au!

[badgloop]

>The Empty Trade - Part 1 4-2-2024 8 AM

Dropping the heavy snack bag, as the usual part of the routine when he comes back to his hive from Rahzel's place. Can't visit without a bag of snacks while theyre chatting. Chocolate snacks, salty snacks, fruity, even a couple drinks in there. He's always gotta be prepared. After the thud onto the couch and, a lazy kick off of the slip on black sandals, he flops down into his pile with a long sigh. Peace once again. Though, he didn't really want to leave so soon, he had just been getting more tired, lately. Combine that with the occasional strange nose bleeds, or fluids coming up for lack of better detail, they all seem to be a similar sensation. It is never comforting, and started to wear at the stomach and sinuses like an old, unproperly set broken bone and a bruise; an unhealed knot of the muscle. He never wanted to show how heavy it is weighing on him. The nightmares he can take, sure. The hallucinations where they make show their faces, or in this case voices, their eyes, their shadows - all following before the 'bleeds'. It was just… a weird thing. He's just tired of Gram looking at him that way, as if he knows something.

Gam looks up at the ceiling and contemplates taking a nap right here. That is, until a loud thud. They all told the clown to keep his door locked and closed, a habit he still could never perfect. A stranger could come right in, and have before. Today seems to be the day once again, only this time, more than one. There had to be about 9 trolls all painted faces as part of the church, yet dressed as any alternian pirate would look. Pirate juggalos? What the fuck- No time to think. Gam gets up to his feet with one of his clubs in hand, and about to go for the other, which he curses under his breath to himself about. Why did he have to leave it in the other room? Flash step, cmon you can do it again, its been a while but it can be done again. Before the step could plant itself where he has in mind, his throat, and his legs are taken from him, and slammed onto the hard and dark gray floor, enough to crack the stone. He's held down and he can barely get a moment of air, letalone focusing at all. This seems to be for the best, because what is happening to him, he'd rather not remember. The intruders dig into him with weapons, tools, ripping open his abdomen, taking what they want - an organ or two, blood from him, anything of value aswell around his hive. They are intending to leave with more than the usual valuables. Maybe, if he could think, he'd wonder why they think his organs are of any value? Still, one thing is for sure, they intend to kill him off quickly. The shock is too great that he feels nothing but the cold ocean air blowing in from the open door. The most vital of his organs are hit last, stopping his heart, stopping his lungs, stopping it all. Finally, his head is hit so they won't have to hear him struggle further if there is anything left in him. The last thing he could manage to see at all, was darkness engulfing his vision like someone had poured ink over his eyes.

The clown is left there, door wide open for any beast to come in and eat him up, hive is trashed, the wind knocking things over at each wave. The intruders make their way quickly to their ship, storing the stolen organs and valuables away, and they are off. The captain has Gam's blood on her hands, not bothering to wipe them, like its own small trophy, smearing the wheel.

An attack or robbery isn't new for the poor clown. Consistently, there has been traps hidden under the sand by these same pirates. Some old, some new, some have even hit him, but he's recovered fine. He had some help in the past to remove as many could be found. There has been other valuables like gold stolen from him, aswell, but they never hit him as hard as tonight. Maybe he should have seen it coming, maybe he should have checked his door before he left early that morning. Regardless, the damage has been done, and it's likely, he won't be getting back up anytime soon. At least, it won't be him.

- The original one. Same face, same voice, same silliness. However, not the same history - not the same pain caused. This one before him that others also called 'Gam', was long gone in the furthest ring, cursed for his afterlife to be a wandering terror. The timeline was long doomed the first round of death. However, despite the ongoing loop similar to ghosts to never grow and consistently fall back on how they died, or the wrong things they've done, there was one little spark in his mind. One day, he had come across a bubble, where this new version of his own face, this new alternate, was having a sweet dream with the other ghosts. It angered him. Fueled with selfish rage - Why does he get to have another chance? Why not me? He has my face. He has a new blank slate, and not him. Thats not fair. Unknown to the first Gam, this 'new' one had the same feeling, knowing what the first has done to harm in his life. They both had their own anger. Long story short, he had claimed this poor alternate's body, and soul. He vowed, "Once he dies for good, I will live again, I will have his body, I will get the life I deserve. You don't know the pain of this void. I want out. I will be out." He could not control himself, and this fate has been sealed. Cursing this new version of himself, to suffer hallucinations, deteriorating health which stumped any doctor, and forgetfulness - Which lead to his death. No regard for who was in this new bard's life, and how this would hurt them.

Time has passed. The first, has been watching the skies consistently, for any sign of death, any sign of change. The only thing in his mind was that he would be free, and that fate was his to take. One day he had been crowding bubbles, and creating new, when he saw a light, as if a new star was exploding right behind him. It got bigger and bigger, and he felt the pull. Immediately this alerted him, and he had been pushed through, even if it felt like an eternity itself going through. It was not a star, but a portal. He felt his consciousness blank out in this meantime, moving to an empty, bright space, as if you had shined a flashlight behind your eyelids. He stood there, empty eyes but his form he used to be in, more clear than before. Ahead of him, he could have been fooled that it was a reflection, but no, here he was, the 'new' self. Anger, selfishness creeped up again, he could only feel one thing: he has to kill him, himself. This new face will not win. There is no other way but to take what he claimed as his.

Then the new face stood, shaking and staring at him, opening his mouth to speak.

#action - #viewed ooc - #reboot gam vs OG gam )) #the empty trade - #character death // #violence // #injury // #will need to put this in parts. sorry my writign is all over the place. writing is not my strength #jovialecho #PERSONAL BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT - #story /

[caraphernellie]

why are tlou tiktok fans so insufferable theyre always going off about our fics on here ans its like😭 these r fictional characters go write ur own fics im 💀💀 they can be whatever people want stop complaining that the specific fic you want doesnt exist. its fanfic. writers do this for free. the point of fanfic is “i want this thing to exist so i will make it exist” GO WRITE UR OWN FIC!!! ITS NOT EVEN THAT HARD!!! WRITING IS FUN!!!! im sick of the complaining SORRY BUT FUCK ME HONESTLY SHUT the fUCK UP

keep your mouth shut i have seen too many people (mostly on tiktok) actually name authors they dislike… like let’s not do this ffs

they always have the worst takes as well i am still consistently seeing horrible takes about the s2 casting and just abby’s character in general..

SORRY I WOULDNT NORMALLY RANT LIKE THIS BUT IM SO DONE WITH SEEING THIS SHIT EVERYWHERE LET THE PEOPLE WRITE WHAT THEY WANT TO WRITE AS LONG AS IT ISNT GENUINELY WEIRD WHO THE FUCK EVEN FUCJING CARES LEAVE IT ALONE OH MY GOD FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF

this is coming from someone who had quit fic writing for three years (2020-2023) because of pressures and criticism from other ppl . it is so actually annoying to see.

im probably also exhausted and thats why im doing this rant but oh my god im sick of it keep your goddamn mouth shut next time and make your own fic ‼️‼️ or at least support the authors who do write what you enjoy ‼️‼️‼️‼️

also tlou tiktok fans are annoying for recycling the same unfunny jokes constantly there i said it. the dina bird jokes aren’t funny and they never were. the joel in one joke was funny the first three times and now it’s overdone. SHUT UP. find new ways to be funny

however the editors are amazing and deserve kisses

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ rambling

[vaguely-yandere]

Thinking about if girly yan started getting really clingy, to the point of almost always having a sleepover with darling, just because their friends keep taking them out so they're barely able to spend time w girly otherwise :(...

GIRLY YAN THE LOVE OF MY LIIIIIIIIFE!!!!

girly yan who keeps trying to hang out with you, keeps trying to make plans, cancels their own plans just to hang with you, their schedule is wide open!!! but. your friends keep taking you out. you keep having things come up. your family suddenly thinks y'all arent spending enough time together and go on a vacation. you get involved in a new club. you feel like youre with people 24/7 and if you picked up babysitting, you feel like you cant even pee alone!!! kids have the fucking worst habit of just. hangin in the bathroom with you. weirdos. love those guys.

and youre so tired and girly yan sees it. they see you trying to keep the peace within your family when you get back from 'vacation', sees you desperately trying to keep up the conversations with friends and maintain those connections cause two days with dry texting and your done! they see you trying to save up money, they see you trying to get out there more, they see you doing so much for everyone but... nothing for them.

obviously, they arent mad at you! never! they adore you and know you just... bit off more than you can chew! so they help you chew!... weird metaphor.

they join your clubs. they just so happen to be around when your family starts arguing to give you a convenient out. they show up wherever your friends are hanging out and they cant refuse a hang out sesh with the popular kid! they need some extra cash too so they decide to help you baby sit! before you know it, theyre taking on most of your work load and you finally, finally get a break and end up leaning on them for help all the time.

every shared annoyed look with them gives them butterflies. every 'get me outta here' eyebrow twitch towards them has them panting. every 'this fuckin kid' eye roll towards them has them giggling. you two have built your own language and it drives them crazy, knowing you see them as a confidant and a close friend. sleepovers start happening more because, well, both of you need a break! and no one questions it because now, your yan and darling! darling and yan! always together, a pair! if you see one, the other is right behind! do not separate! and all of their hard work is worth it when you finally feel comfortable enough to sleep in bed with them. let them gently apply a face mask to your skin, when you trust them enough to take your shirt off and give you a long back massage, carefully kneading the knots out of your muscles and your quiet sighs and hums of happiness has them shaking and drooling above you, already making a shopping list in their head of massage oils and other relaxing things <3

and if youre comfortable enough to shower with them in the room? "we're best friends, its nothing we havent seen before!", youre gonna drive them insane!!!!

#girly yan #asks #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere imagines

[raytorosaurus]

bit of a weird ask but I saw a twitter post saying they were 'devastated' over what frank said in an interview about performing/writing in ls dunes compared to some other bands (theyre assuming that the 'other bands' means mcr because they cant think of the 20+ other bands that hes been in) and after reading it a second time it doesn't even seem that negative?? it just talks about different processes and his excitement for dunes, but I still feel down anyway now because of that reaction, and it really makes me doubt that part of the fandom's faith in the band and its members im kinda close to quitting the fandom because of this and idk how the tumblr/twitter gang here survives it y'all are troopers, im unsure how to avoid that kind of doomposting

sorry i totally forgot to answer this the other day, i hope you see this!

but yeah, i see the same thing and it is. pretty irritating haha. it speaks to the unrealistic traits and behaviours fandom has applied to these ppl over the years/decades - which are harmless enough on the surface, but left unchecked you end up with doomposting or disproportionate levels of discourse when one of them doesn't behave the way their textpostified personalities would have you believe hahaha. if frank isn't anything but reverential towards mcr then he must hate it. if gerard puts time and work into his artistic and career pursuits that aren't related to mcr he must be giving up on the band like he supposedly did in 2012. if ray, who hasn't done a single interview since 2016, isn't on stage showing frank public affection or admiring him on twitter, he must be bossy and arrogantly taking all the glory for mcr's guitar parts and musicality. if mikey does anything it's gotta have something to do with gerard or mcr because obvs he doesn't exist outside the band etc etc. again none of these things are like. problematic or bad**, just kind of. annoying to engage with as an adult in the space i go to enjoy myself hahaha.

but this specific discussion abt frank implicitly dissing mcr also cropped up after that podcast frank did with travis, where he discussed writing music with ls dunes vs every other band/project he's been involved in. which, let's remember, is a fucking lot. how many albums has frank made or been part of? too many to easily count. only about four or five of those were with my chemical romance. ls dunes is only set apart from the rest because they're currently active after mcr's huge reunion, and they're a supergroup so they're getting a lot of press attention. people have never batted an eye in the past when frank has discussed how great it is to be working with this or that musician on this or that album - it's just the timing of ls dunes and our own high hopes for new mcr music that make people take this one in particular so personally.

on top of that... we've always known mcr has a fraught and stressful writing process??? that is like. a major part of the lore? we're all compelled by the insane amount of unlikely success mcr achieved in their careers, and by the fact that they were always controversial. we reblog quotes about gerard saying mcr's purpose was always to be against something, to undermine expectations, to infiltrate, contaminate etc. i thought this was something we were all drawn to about mcr? so i'll never understand the shock and disappointment when frank makes the simple statement that writing with ls dunes is easier, less stressful, and more lighthearted than writing with mcr. like...duh it is? mcr have always been open about how much they put into writing albums - and also about how they're proud of what they created, and that they consider each other cherished family.

the most annoying part for me is when people take quotes about frank working with travis and twist them into some kind of dig at/criticism of ray. i can only assume these people aren't used to working with others in a creative capacity, especially long term, because i just totally can't understand where it comes from lol. as someone who's read/watched every guitar-related mcr interview i've ever been able to get my hands on: ray and frank have literally never been anything other than fully complimentary of, respectful to, and affectionate with one another. ray was far from the first guitarist frank ever worked with and leagues from the only one. also, creative partnerships are extremely complex and every one is completely unique, with it's own strengths and difficulties. if ray and frank didn't love playing with each other they wouldn't have done it for years and years. that doesn't mean frank can't vocally love playing with other guitarists??? these things are not contradictory and appreciating aspects of one creative partnership is not equivalent to bad-mouthing a different one? like that is just not how it works skdkdjd

anyway i think a lot of it comes down to the fact that, for us, we see these people as parts of my chemical romance. naturally, because that's the reason we know they exist! but all of these people live rich and full and complex lives like any other person. the only parts of those lives that we generally see much of are the my chemical romance parts. we look for mcr in everything they say, which is understandable but unrealistic. all we need to do it keep that in mind imo

**(tho ppl's tendency to pit ray and frank against each other for some reason, which used to be a way common but is unfortunately a sentiment i'm starting to see crop up again in some places, definitely can get. suspicious and uncomfortable. especially considering that frank is the fan favourite so these pointless comparisons tend to err in his favour, and in either direction they tend to be very shallow and uninformed anyway. but that's a separate conversation)

wow i literally did not intend to turn this into a giant essay im so sorry. kudos if you made it this far lol. and i feel you anon, it's discouraging and puts a bad taste in my mouth when i come to this fandom for fun and fulfillment. i wish i had better advice because im feeling a little similar but just try to remind yourself that other people's opinions are just that. i find it helps if you can curate your own dash/feed or make friends in more discussion-friendly spaces like dms or gcs or discord servers. or even a priv twitter account with a few like-minded mutuals where you can vent ur shared frustrations over things without making it a whole big deal HAHAHA. the less time you spend scrolling thru ppl's public posts and the more time you spend diving into interviews, podcasts, videos, the web archive etc to detach yourself a little from group fandom-think the better you'll probably feel about mcr tbh! also long as you have friends or close mutuals that's all that matters imo <3

#im so sorry it's so longwinded lol i started writing a tldr and it got kinda long too so fuck it 😭 #maybe I'll post that on its own some other time #answered #fandom talk #ls dunes #long post #*

[aleeyenn]

hi aleeyenn. hi joy! i just wannted to say..how much your art means to me how important YOU are to me. you are just so spectacular and creative. i know u probably get that a lot but its so true! your shipart and comics are so on point. i always read them in the character's voices. theyre so accurate and you can tell you really care a lot about the characters and pay attention to their personalities. theyre just so personal. aa!!! your art seriously gives me so much serotonin. ive been feeling so down lately and today i looked at some of your art and it made me rlly giddy! so happy... you are so important to the osc and it wouldnt be the same without you. your content is so heart warmimg. ur a huge comfort artist to me...infact! my favorite bfdi artist eva! also your shipart has made me like the ship a lot! if that makes sense? i dont know how to word it. but for example: tacopop, liymote, NEEDLEDROP. ermmm ya, i wouldnt ship those if it werent for you. ur art makes me stim!!! hand flap!! i have screamed a few times in calls while looking at ur fireafy stuff. this part is probably gonna sound so CHEESY but..you made me proud to be a fireafy shipper? idk if proud is the right word but just enjoy that ship freely a lot more? i think last year is when i felt insecure about liking fireafy because there were (still are) so many fireafy haters and antis and were just completely WRONG about fireafy. same with coinpin. ohhh well i probably repeated a lot of stuff and no im out of words but thanks for being you! :) hope this reaches you and you're having a gr8! day or night

AAHHHHHH OH MY GOD THANK YOU😭😭😭💧💧💧 if i’m being completely honest i saw and read this lastnigjt and i had to wait a good ljke ???18 hours to process it all because oh my god… thinking that i can make that impact on a person is so crazy to me… making a positive impact with my stuff is my overall main goal with my creations and stuff and AAAAHHH i’m so happy😭💗 i get super giddy and scream over peoples art all the time and i never really thought of people Especiallt people i don’t know/aren’t too familiar with enjoying MY stuff to that extent… it’s one of the best things to hear for sure!!! i’m so happy that i can bring that much happiness to you EVEN WHEN YOURE SAD AAGH THATS LITERALLY SO COOL i cant express how happy i am… and YAAAYYY THE SHIPS YOU LISTED ARE SOME OF MY NON-POPULAR(ish) FAVORITE SHIPS IM GLAD I CAN OPEN YOUR EYES TO THEM thehre literally so good … j have to draw them again some time i miss drawing them so much… AND OH MYGODDDD YASSSZZZZ FIREAFY LOVE! i have always been a proud fireafy shipper because there is Nothing wrong with it at all… i mean it!!! they are the happiest couple of all! i will love them literally foreverrrrr no matter what anyone says about them because they’re all WRONG. i have literally seen the worst takes on them ever and i have to put my phone down and take a deep breath after seeing some of them… i do not correct them publicly but i literally turn into ☝️🤓 when someone is incorrect about them because Omfg people are so wrong and mean about them… BUT WHATEVER! I LOVE FIREAFY SO MUCH! AND IM HAPPY THAT I WAS ABLE TO HELP YOU BE MORE COMFORTABLR WITH LIKING IT TOO!!! YAAAAAAYYAYYYY omg SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I ALWAYS GO ON RAMBLES WITHOUT KNOWING IMMSORRU BUT THANK YOU FOR YOUR KINDEST WORDS AND REACHING OUT TO ME!!! it’s always nice to hear what you have done for someone and how much you are cared for… i really really needed to hear it today🌷💗💓 THANK YOU AGAIN FOR REACHING OUT!!!

#joyjibberjabber

[akirameta84]

saiki au. its in modern times but fantasy as well. the cast is fantasy creatures and stuff and ive done this in a similar manner a bit ago but ive a betrer idea now

saiki is still a dragon (eastern because noodle) and hiding it, and this time its being theyre nearly extinct and so powerful theyre usually compared to deities and worshipped despite often just wanting to live a normal life just like everyone else

so, aince his humanoid form he can take is kind of an anthropomorphic version of his true form (which isnt all that big, he can function decently well inside of buildings), he pretends to just be a kobold. kobolds here are not known for particularly strong magical prowess and arent all that uncommon.

his scales are white/gray because of his cat form in canon i always tend to do this, and back, head, and tail fur is pink. his kobold form still has fur (but long hair) which makes him a bit of an odd kobold, but its not outrageously suspicious, and can be passed off as odd genetics.

hes smol, only 5 feet or 1.5 meters because hes got quadruped styled legs despite standing on 2 like kobolds do. his true form is a bit taller than nendou in height and is very long.

a strange idea for this au as well is that saikis adopted, his adoptive family (which is his canon family) arent dragons or kobolds. idk what they are but yeah

and heres a quirk of this au that all my aus tend to have before i post them, i just usually cut them out because its getting to the point that its becoming just an original story but these stupidly specific aspects are always in my aus, i just wanted to share ine for once:

while living in the orphanage at a very young age, meaning his magic control was limited (except for his ability to take his kobold form, because hes been practicing that for his whole life because of how his true form is treated), saiki was hit by a car. his healing ability wasnt very refined and his leg was injured pretty gruesomely, and he healed it wrong. it was technically healed even if incorrect and very painful still, though, and he couldn't do anything more to it. its injured permanently, making it hard to walk sometimes if its hurting more than usual, and its generally pretty weak. he uses a cane in private but is sadly a bit too ashamed to bring it in public, despite there being nothing wrong with it

rest of the cast is fitting fantasy creatures that im pretty sure i have identical in my other very similar au

kuboyasu-werewolf

hairo-centaur

nendou-orc

teruhashi-harpy

kaidou-vampire

aiura-siren

toritsuka-pathetic kitsune

akechi-just a human. sorry akechi

this is probably pretty boring but i dont really care. i like it. and its probably more bizarre than most of my aus because i didnt cut the odd details that make it practically no longer an au and more of an original story

if you read this au regardless thank you

#saiki k #saiki kusuo no psi nan #the disastrous life of saiki k. #modern fantasy au

[n0bluev]

random scene i kinda wanna write (wont now tho 😔✊)-- brought to you by [megumi gojo found family ness] being my favourite thing. and the fact that megumi has no idea how actually fucked up the events that lead to him getting a new "caretaker" were (its almost funny)

idk what tone id go for after that though. like maybe shoko finds him snooping and she decides '... i am not dealing with this' but still calmly tells him a *bit* more about it before telling him to go for a walk or sum pft

id keep it light i guess. and i dont think megumi would go talk with gojo at first cuz "feelings, ew, 'cringe'" , but something would shift between them (kinda awkwardly) and i think that would be enough for gojo to eventually up his "annoying tactic" game and he'd get megumi to give up and confess and then he would be like 'wow, nvm, i am not having this conversation' [<- gojo 🤝 shoko frl] "oh that! dw about it megugu 👍, haha!" and he would get all elusive with would fucking backfire because it would hit megumi like a truck that 'oh wow, gojo has done this for as long as ive known him'

also megumi probably had questions and unsure feelings about his dad "killing" gojo and doing whatever else is in the report, gojo killing his dad "back", and gojo ('after all of this ??') taking on the role of being his "dad's replacement" ; managing to make megumi's life so much livelier even if he didnt have to.

I wouldnt make them talk about all their feeling and blablabla, (not yet at least), but i would have megumi accept the information he got, surprised but okay with the knowledge that gojo too can be touched, be hit and get hurt (even though since he was young it always slipped his mind with ease. his benefactor was arrogant but he really did seem like "the strongest"), because that just makes him seem more real. (sure, he survived the unsurvivable; but he got hit first, he started somewhere just as everyone does.) He doesnt fully like it ofc, because it was always easier to believe that someone he cared about was invincible [protective megumi core] BUT it doesnt change the fact that gojo is still the pillar of strength he claims to be and that megumi has the luxury of caring for someone who can fend for himself in situations where most couldn't.

He takes what he learned as is, even if he doesnt know every detail, deciding that it doesnt change anything.

Another time, when theyre alone, Megumi takes the initiative to reply to gojo's typical shenanegans and ruffling of hair by giving him a stiff but very warm hug thats gladly returned with just as much love (and some more annoying hair ruffling)-- because thats all that really matters.

#megumi and gojo found family my beloved #can you see im procrastinating smt rn? ive got so many ideas for literally anything else than what im supposed to do (hashtag begging rn) #呪術廻戦 #jjk #fushiguro megumi #gojo satoru #um. those two but family. i wish i knew how to tag that (might one day. at least for on my page) #nhoblu narration #jjk au #if that even counts #its either this or time travel lol (there are many many time travel fic ideas rolling around in my mind dont push it) #parental gojo #megumi and gojo

[mueritos]

hmngh. I have therapy today but Im going to bring up what I feel like are my autistic traits to my therapist. Inserting a read more cuz this got long, but if youre autistic, I would really appreciate some input/advice. This is just so long because I desperately am just searching for some sort of validation or anything really, but I guess its also practice to advocate for myself.

 She has said in past sessions that if I were autistic i’d be too “high functioning”, but I didnt have the knowledge or words or the introspection then to explain myself better. Ive been reading, taking lots of tests, watching a lot of videos, and reading up on autistic experiences. I relate to quite a bit of it and it has been both validating and equally as confusing. I keep doubting myself at every little thing, like doesn’t everyone feel like this? But i am an introverted possibly autistic person surrounded by friends who are extroverts with adhd, and the differences in our experiences has always been normal to me through the “introvert vs extrovert” perspective. Still, I wore my noise cancelling headphones to a music festival in my home town when out with friends and I felt like it really helped me calm down from the noise and the massive amount of people. Ive been letting myself rock when Im doing things, even if my mom points it out and tells me to stop. Ive been saying no to social gatherings for months now under the guise of “i have work to do”, but really its because I genuinely don’t know how to talk to people when its more than 3 of us in a gathering. I end up getting overwhelmed when people are talking over each other, and its always been worse when they’re drinking. I can handle my extrovert friends sober, but drunk is another story. Suddenly I feel the urge to cover my ears when someone says something a little too loud, I cringe when they speak over each other. I’ve had past experiences of people being excited/loud and I want to cringe from the noise and cover my ears, but I can’t because that would look rude. I don’t express myself the same way as others, and I am constantly confused by questions like “are you excited for __?” or “are you sad to be leaving ___?” No? I’m not, I genuinely don’t know what excitement feels like. I like when things have a start and an end, and I will never feel sad for something to end. I’ve stumped my friends and family when I told them I didn’t feel anything toward studying abroad, toward university, etc and etc. Sure I can feel momentary excitement and happiness, but it’s always been internal. I stress when I receive gifts because I worry I don’t look happy enough.

Like...it’s not normal for people to become irrationally angry or agitated when people burst into my room while Im drawing, right? It breaks my focus, and it’s so frustrating because now I can’t go back to what I was doing. I get irrationally angry when people express their happiness or excitement, because I don’t understand it. It confuses me, like why can’t you keep that inside like me? The last time I expressed true happiness was when I saw an email for a potential client, and I stared shaking my hands. It felt so good, but I would never do that in front of other people. “I’m excited” isn’t even part of my vocabulary is what I say often, but it’s true. It doesnt make sense to me to let everyone in the room know how im feeling. My emotions are very stagnant and I often don’t feel what I am actually feeling until theyre at extremes. I struggle with eating on time or if theres no routine. It’s why summer has always been the worst for me, because theres no longer classes or planned breaks for me to follow. I have mental schedules for each day and if they don’t get done or are disrupted, I get really upset because I expected for things to be done. I wasn’t always good at group work, and I had to learn really hard to be a good leader and not take control of everything. Most of my language and body language is based off what I learned from watching TV, and I remember struggling to be understood by others because of that and because of my speech impediment, which I still struggle with now. I remember getting in trouble in school over things that I thought were socially acceptable because I saw them being done in shows, like being “mean” to people. I followed rules very strictly and other kids found me annoying for it because I would snitch on them for it. I only really ever had one close friend up to high school, where thankfully I found a group of people who were just as weird and as queer as I was.

I constantly get asked if I’m okay because I look upset or sad. Apparently my RBF is that strong, because people have even been intimidated by me. I don’t look people in the eye when I am walking around, I kinda just stomp around because I’m faking being confident because I get so anxious by people staring at me. Eye contact has felt invasive for a long time, especially by strangers. I need large amounts of alone time to feel okay. The worst was when I was working 8am to 9pm for a BIPOC/Queer four day program for my campus. That was literal hell. I have never talked to so many people for so long in my life, and I hope I never have to ever again. I didn’t know it wasn’t normal for someone to get so socially exhuasted that you just withdraw completely. I couldn’t fathom speaking after a few hours, getting words out felt literally painful. All I could do when I got home was sleep and do it all over again. If someone tried talking to me when I got home, I was agitated and couldn’t control it. We had to take group photos and I couldn’t even fake a smile; my face muscles hurt and they began twitching. My inability to fake emotions has always been a problem, and Ive had facial twitching from trying to smile in the past during parties and other gatherings. I also feel like I hurt people when I tell them I dont miss them. I don’t think Ive ever felt like Ive missed anyone. I am perfectly fine on my own, and I think my independence makes other people feel like I dont love them. I struggle in romantic relationships because I feel like I dont show affection in a very traditional sense. Light touching feels awful, but when my boyfriends lays on top of me, it’s like I’m at peace and it feels awesome.

idk. I cud go on and on about this but my ignorance toward social situations, my sensory issues that I cant hide anymore, my difficulty with feeling emotions, and I suppose the way my intelligence was always used as a way to ignore all of these issues; it all has been catching up to me. Maybe it was the pandemic. I loved being at home, but the lack of routine made me depressed. I love wearing masks so people dont look at me and I can hide my deadpan face. Idk. Its just been a bit overwhelming lately as I let myself slowly be more in tune with whats happening. I dont know if i want an official diagnosis, but I guess I just want to feel like im not a freak for being different than my peers. Ive always felt behind them

If u read this far pheww thanks but now u know a lot more about my pysche than some of my friends haha. Its just been hard because my friends are starkly different than me, even if they are ND as well.

o well. guess ill figure things out

#muertotalks #asd #we'll see how todays therapy session goes #i was looking at my old middle skool diary and i got kinda sad #i was struggling so hard to fit and i was so depressed #i couldnt understand why my mind hated me and why it was so hard to be in school #sure i was feeling gender dysphoria without knowing it #but so much of what i reread sounded like...autistic burnout... #idk #we'll see #ive always been the weird kid #boutta add another weird warrior cat kid to the autistic ranks