#dunno why i didnt realise before

[multidimensional-trashcan]

hamlet but i haven't seen it (yet)

there's this guy named hamlet who's the prince of denmark

somethings foul in the state of denmark or something

hamlet's dad, the king, got killed before the play and hamlet suspects his uncle claudius (is that his name?)

claudius marries hamlet's mother and is now king (bit weird but okay)

hamlet doesnt like that

the ghost of hamlet's father appears to hamlet and tells him to kill his uncle in revenge

hamlet the master of indecisiveness™

to be or not to be

thats like about whether to act or not i think

hamlet is a college student so actually quite young (i think boy started to go to college at age 14 and hamlets probably around 16 but nobody's sure)

a phrase stuck in my brain is "hamlet the frat boy" but im pretty sure he's more of a theater kid

instead of killing his uncle hamlet stages a play similar to what he thinks transpired to watch how his uncle reacts to it

the lady doth protest too much, methinks

shakepeare does love to make his protagonists spiral into insanity

i heard hamlet is a story about grief and i also heard that it's like a mirror, what you see about hamlet says more about you that hamlet himself (but dont ask me to elaborate i am realising my brain retains information i have no clue how i got)

in the end almost everyone dies because of hamlet

hamlet stabs someone through the curtain i think its the father of ophelia (polonius or smth i dunno) cause he thinks is his uncle

im not sure why his uncle should be behind a curtain tho

hamlet randomly gets kidnapped by pirates but we never see it because shakespeare already new how expensive special effects are

i bet the pirates let hamlet go because he's a little bitch

hamlet is A LITTLE BITCH

i think in one scene he just tries to fluster ophelia (his not-quite-girlfriend) by turning everything she says into sexual innuendo (may i lay my head in your lap so on so on)

there's one scene with a grave digger whom hamlet asks for whom the grave is the man is digging and the man responds it is his own to which hamlet answers something along the lines of

one would thinks so for thou dost lie in it

great pun

ophelia actually manages to drown in a brook which is characterised by it's shallowness

its unclear whether she did it intentionally

there are some guys named rosencrantz und guildenstern (probably didnt spell that right) and i know nothing about them except that they die because of hamlet and for some reason they always get mentioned together which makes me think they are an item

many people die because of hamlet

also there's a skull

is that yorrick?

hamlet talks to it

david tennant got the role of hamlet because he randomly picked up a real human skull

hamlet dies (big surprise!)

there's a duel? and one of the sword's is poisoned and hamlet picks up the wrong one? is that with laertes? i know he dies, too

also there's horatio, everybody seems to like him so i tried to not mention him for as long as possible to annoy them (not really i just dont know much about him)

people think hes gay for hamlet

hes not nobility but wellspoken

something something sweet prince?

horatio does not die

he lives to tell the tale

which is somehow worse

while i know (claudius?) hamlet's uncle dies and thats kinda the point of hamlet's whole actions i do not actually know when or how he dies (but i know about the curtain stabbing, the brook and the duel, weird)

or is he the one in the duel?

i bet hamlet's mother dies too

i also dont know how hamlet dies, something with the duel and the poisoned sword i guess, i know he picked up the wrong sword but im not sure if the wrong one was that with poison or not

WHAT DOES THE PIRATE KIDNAPPING HAVE TO DO WITH EVERYTHING?

AND WAS HE REALLY SIXTEEN?

i am very confused about how much there is in my brain about the guy

i do think there must be more to horatio except 'gay for hamlet' but i dont know anything

rosencrantz und guildenstern sound like a comic relief duo who dont know what they're doing

something about mother and knowing about playing with her drapes... (is that from hamlet?)

im sure this is enough for now

please do tell me how wrong i am

also tell me if you know why i seem to know so much about this (even if it's not true)

yes, this was inspired by @weirdly-specific-but-ok 's good omens post and @hello-ello-ello 's post about macbeth

#hamlet #shakespeare

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x gender neutral!reader

Soulmates

The moment you saw Daryl jogging up your porch steps with a bottle of wine, you knew what was coming. You opened your door with a smirk, and he offered you a half smile as he held out the bottle of wine to you, which you gladly accepted before dragging him inside your house.

And that is how you ended up here: the two of you sitting dangerously close together on the couch, with enough space on either side of you to distance yourselves if you wanted to, but you both knew you didnt. By now, the bottle of wine is only half full, and you and Daryl are laughing so hard you’re sweating.

“Im serious! Raisin cookies are a fucking scam! Give me chocolate or dont bother!” You repeat, and Daryl laughs harder, more amused than sober him ever would be by your dramatic anger towards raisin cookies.

“Still a damn cookie!” Daryl manages to choke out, wiping the blissful tears that had started escaping his eyes.

“Barely!” You retort incredulously, and that sets you both off again, throwing your heads back and howling.

Wheezing so hard your chests heave, one of his arms slung loosely round your shoulder and one of your palms pressed to his chest as you double over on the couch, ending up with your head on his lap and Daryl’s fingers playing with your hair.

The room sways, your brain delaying your vision whenever your eyes move, making things appear blurry, almost in slow motion. Despite being completely still, you feel like you’re dancing.

For several minutes, you and Daryl stay that way, silent and buzzing with a carefree joy that only alcohol can really bring about, especially in this world.

“Hey, Daryl?” You call out, keeping your eyes fixed on the blurring painting on the wall opposite you, rather than looking up at him.

“Yeah?” He answers, his voice gruffer than usual, quieter, making you think he might’ve been falling asleep just now.

You fall silent, realising that you lost the train of thought you were riding on because you blinked and the painting looked just a little different.

Daryl nudges you. “Hey, wha’d ya want?”

You frown for a second, re-tracing your mental steps at snail speed to figure out where you’d been heading, then your eyes light up. Only for a second, then they settle back to relaxed, lidded and heavy.

“Daryl, do you believe in soulmates?”

Silence falls again, but it’s different this time. Curious, careful, Daryl calculating his answer at a much slower pace as a consequence of the alcohol on his system. He hadnt expected you to ask him a question as loaded as that, he hasnt ever really thought about it before, but then again, drunk words are often profound.

“Dunno.” Daryl answers eventually, and you hum thoughtfully. “D’ you?” He passes the question back.

You roll over onto your back, giggling at the way the motion effects your vision, but once you’re clear again you stare up at Daryl and his stubble.

“I think so, yeah.” You say, and Daryl frowns at you curiously, silently requesting you to continue. “I think...there are different kinds of soulmates, not just one. I think you can find friends who you click with on such an insane level that you’re bound for life, and you can meet a whole bunch of those. When it comes to the romantic soulmates, I think you can have multiple of those, too. As a person, you change a lot, you become a lot of different people, so I think you can find a soulmate for each of those people you become, and if you’re lucky you’ll eventually find someone who changes with you; changes in a way that doesnt make you fall out of love with them, y’know?”

Daryl stares down at you in wonder, his face unable to convey the extent of his shock in response to your words. Was this something you’d thought about a lot? If you had, why didnt you bring it up with him before? Maybe because you didnt expect him to be all that interested, since he never brought it up either.

Weighted silence spreads across you like an animal after an intense nap, and your eyes leave his, settling on the plain ceiling above him. Daryl continues to stare at you, drunk-you not able to properly register his eyes on you and drunk-him feeling less embarrassed to stare as a result. After a few seconds, you sigh and sit up, grabbing the bottle of wine from the floor and swaying your way into the kitchen.

“I think that’s enough wine for tonight!” You say, your voice still carrying the lighthearted bounce of alcohol, but your tone sounding a little...insecure?

Daryl pushes himself up off the couch and follows you into the kitchen, finding you pouring out two glasses of water before you turn to pass one to him. The two of you stand and drink, the only sounds being your breaths between gulps, until you set your glasses down on the counter.

“Which kin’ are we?” Daryl asks suddenly, and you frown at him in confusion.

“Huh?”

Daryl stares down at his shoes awkwardly. “Y’know, are we the friend kinda...soulmate, or...the other one ya said?”

You blink rapidly, it takes several seconds for you to catch up to everything Daryl just said, and when you do, you smile. “That depends.”

Daryl meets your eyes, scowling, thinking you’re going to make fun of him. “On what?”

Your smile widens into a grin as you sway over to him, placing both hands on his chest as you beam up at him.

“On which kinda you want us to be.”

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #x reader #the walking dead #twd #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon

[acidmatze]

"Having an undercut is just like carrying a big sign around that says Play With My Hair!!! and people will just do that." I dunno in my 4 months since i have a proper undercut not once has someone wanted to play with my hair. Or like.. in general. Never has ever someone wanted to play with my hair. But thats probably because im generally repulsive or something. Why else would people i havent met yet go "Oh dont worry! I will hug and cuddle you when we meet" and then we do meet and it doesnt happen probably cuz they look and me and realise and go "Oh uhm... Yeah.... nevermind..." I thought maybe i smell bad? So i shower almost daily now. And use deo spray like.. four times a day. So i dont stink. Cuz i sweat like a pig and its disgusting and i dont know what to do about it. But it didnt do anything and it already was like this before i started T and sweating more. I dunno what it is that makes people avoid to touch me like i got the plague. Im doing my damn best to be as hygienic as possible, probably way more than i need to but its not helping. Its alienating and ive been thinking "Maybe im not human and have never realised it but everyone around me notices that something is Wrong about me and thats why people keep their distance." since.... ever? Always? I got friends. People at work say im great to work with and very kind and patient and yet... There must be something very wrong with me that repulses people. And in my 30 years of life i havent found out what it is and I worry i will never know. I will just go through my life touch starved and lonely and wondering why people find me off-putting. Maybe im just ugly. I probably am. Im short AND fat AND hairy AND balding and thats just too many "bad things" at once and no one could tolerate that. Tbh ive never seen anyone like me. Most trans guys arent as hairy as me. Or dont bald. Or both. And the cis guys ive seen who are hairy and balding are old, where its expected to lose hair. Or they are hairy and fat but have a head full of hair. Or they are hairy and bald but not fat. I dunno. I guess this is just what i have to deal with for the rest of my life.

[azpher-omega]

So hmmm, 3 weeks of relative freedom and lets see, what did I do with it.

Probably most importantly I now have a standing desk (It's great. Now I can walk away every 5 minutes and not have to sit back down n remember what I was doing before I get distracted again) and most most importantly I have a functioning tablet that does not make my eyes bleed and brain cry from the colour inaccuracy. I hadn't seen purple in so long. You have no idea how much this speeds things up. In theory.. I'm still slow. It's just how I function, and that's okay.

Well I'm redoing the map again, to no-ones surprise.

Decided on it being a tidally-locked moon, with pretty extreme temperatures either side but a moderate middle. Its orbit is skewed so the moon has earth-like seasons, but less extreme. It has a lot of land, and 2 separated oceans, plus lots of craters, the ecological impacts (pun unintended but appreciated) of so many massive collisions it looks cool okay.

For reference the edges of the map, and the centre line horizontally, are the equator...s. If you cut it in half along the central horizontal line, the centres of the resulting squares would be the poles.

Bit outdated but, like this. That lower right corner is actually like 50% of the globe, probably too big but... it's okay, it's mostly frozen wasteland on account of being near perpetually dark.

Only the top of the main continent is done but I'm feeling good about it. Also bought a plugin to make it interactible so eventually it'll have many layers including the heights, climate, biomes, political stuff, roads, towns, etc. Don't you miss when old web games had interactible maps. Like Neopets. I am now living beyond my wildest dreams making them. Awesome.

Perhaps the biggest thing is this. Sort of... I decided to make a big worldbuilding decision, one I really have wanted to make for a long time but never knew how to go about it in a way that was better than just 'theyre aliens but happen to look like humans' (booo)

so the Valkyries are now 100% home-grown aliens, or I guess more accurately natives, since they used to be aliens to this planet.

This has some fun opportunities to explore non-magical possibly also sapient offshoots and relatives, better flow to the biology aspect now they don't feel so separate to the rest of the world.

Importantly they maintain a pleasantly human-like look and I guess function, while being visually and functionally different. They breathe through their necks (Realising Avatar already did this but they didnt give their humanoid the cool necks so boohoo i beat you to it. Also I forgot about the neck thing in that so I guess we're both cool. Theyre derived gills.) Also their neck is. on the back of their head. Its really cool. Their eyes are really that huge, but are oval shaped and dont actually rotate... only the layer of skin over it does, which contracts to from a pupil of differing sizes. So they have 3 eyelids, 1 skin, 1 membrane, 1 sphincter thing. Lovely.

You've maybe guessed already (Well probably not I hardly post them) But uhhh. This has a lot of implications for my characters, and more direly the uhhhh. giant comic I'm halfway through making.

Honestly I've kind of given up on 'finishing' it. I dunno, I feel content to move on with the story and just work on it whenever I want to do a bit more with it. It was always intended to be my 'practice' for the 'real' comic, which I feel fully capable of. Doesn't mean I'll do it tho.

And you can maybe also guess why I'm modelling them therefore. Uhhhh.... 3d comic anyone? maybe? probably not but ooooh. the ease of doing complicated poses, you have any idea how much of a wall a wierd pose is. using the 3d model as the background. I dunno, I've never seen it done before, I'd like to be the first at something, even if it doesn't work. I feel a lot more secure in my work than I used to be., to be free to fail.

If I can get the model to be as expressive as my 2d art (Which. Wuargh. Hard task.) and set it up so I don't need to unsymmetrise it (daunting but doable I hope with a few tricks) then there's nothing to stop me. Oh also clothes I guess and people touching and What To Do with Water and How To Rig Hair but like. I love 3d. And it'd be so much less destructive than 2d. I redo so many panels over and over from scratch because the pain of adjusting dozens of layers is greater than just redrawing. Imagine destroying that problem by being able to redo whatever I like and rerender it. Honestly the comfort something is changeable would maybe stop me from endlessly changing things.

So this model is ideally going to be a template for me to model my characters. I'm unsure if I'll be able to make them share a rig to the point that poses and such will be reusable... but I'll try. I think as long as the bones have the same names it'll work.

Here's an example of a redesign. Also little teen teri... cursed and skinny... Still a mild victim of funky tablet colours so if it's wierd, yeah.

(It's hilarious putting her proportions into 3d. She is so dense. She is easily 4x the body mass of the template, its ridiculous. And that was only the muscles, I didnt even add the fat yet. I probably won't model everyones skeleton and muscles but she needs it okay)

3d is really just, the closest you can get to those flash dressup games, you know the ones, but with complete creative freedom. And cloth physics.

#also they have 3 sexes now #which means fun gender worldbuilding #calo is technically trans now #and a ton of gay characters are technically straight #but also now a ton sof straight characters are technically gay #i love to play with gender and aliens #people who dont have the post shortener on im sorry #long post #I dont feel like I made good use of my time but I think I was ill but like #internally unsymptomatically yknow #i always get sick on any breaks i get

[b0mblover]

Luchidashi consuming brick fic

By: J

(Aka, “Hey Yall Watch This”)

thanks to beatroot for title 💀

Do NOT EAT BRICKS its awful that i even have to say this but Luchika does NOT condone eating bricks And nor do I.

Luchika was hungry, he had grown up going hungry, everyday, but not like this, kunai never seemed to need to eat, sure both of them were dead, but luchika still felt hunger. 

He had asked kunai about it before, only getting a shrug in return.

Luchika at 2 in the morning started pacing around the small apartment, it was something to take his mind off of his hunger,,

“Lu? the hell are you doin?” Tadashi slurred out, he had clearly been sleeping peacefully.

“Huh? oh its” he paused “nothing”

“Uh huh and youre just so happening to be pacing at 2 in the morning?” Tadashi was stupid sure but- okay thats really all

“I- well-“ he sighed defeatedly.

“Just tell me what it is” tadashi put his hand behind luchika, making him walk to “his” bedroom.

“Well- i, i dunno just-“ kunai sat down ok the edge of the bed motioning luchika to do the same. 

Luchika sat on the bed aswell before starting again, “I dunno, just, yknow how you never get hungry?” he asked rhetorically. “mhm?” “I still do get hungry and i dont know why, and obviously its hard to just go out and get food because- well you know”

Kunai sat in thought for a minute, trying to understand what Luchika meant.

“So what youre saying is, youre hungry” 

“Yea?”

“and you cant and or wont go steal anything to eat”

“Uh yea??”

“and youve kept this from me for how long?”

“Um, i dunno- since we started living together? i guess?”

Kunai sighed, 

“Come here” luchika did as he was told and walked over to where kunai was pointing

“You see that brick there?”

“Yea?”

“If you get hungry, just pull it out, youll see” Kunai had hidden snacks behind the brick, for whatever reason unknown to luchika.

“A-ah, well- thank you” luchika was confused, did kunai want him to eat the brick?

“Youre welcome, now go get some rest, you look tired”

“Okay, thank you!” (😊 SEN YOU GET YHID JOKE RIGHT) 

luchika walked out of kunais “room” going to his own.

He flopped down onto his own bed, before letting himself be consumed by the warm blanket under him, he hadnt even took of his shoes 

(yes luchika just threw himself ok the bed and fell asleep he look like he would)

The next day luchika woke up at 14, he wouldve slept longer, but his stomach had other plans. He felt if he had ate anything like hed throw it up.

He walked around the cramped apartment, looking for Kunai, after 10 minutes of looking, he realised that Tadashi mustve went out. 

He remembered what Kunai said about the brick, he thought it was stupid, but he knew if he didnt eat something now, hed regret it later. 

Luchika walked to the spot kunai had been pointing at, caressing the brick wall trying to find the one he had pulled out the night prior (yk he doesnt pull out he…)

before resting his hands on one that moved, kunai had stuck it in slightly deeper than the rest, probably to mark where it was (SHUT UP 😭)

Luchika worked with his nails to pull it out, after struggling for 5 minutes, succeeding. 

He sat the brick down on the floor, was he seriously about to eat a whole ass brick just because he was hungry? yes. yes he was.

-

He brought the brick up to his mouth, questioning if itd break his teeth. he knawed on a corner for a while, getting used to the slughtly crumbly texture, the apartment was quite old so it made sense. 

He tried to break some off in his hands to make it easier, but failed, so he went back to the corner, he swallowed the broken bits of brick like it was his last meal, attempting to savor the “flavor” or lack thereof..

He started to cough, breathing heavily, turns out, eating rubble of bricks thats dry and crumbbly will do that.

He didnt have any water, the utilities had been shut off since he died, they used candles to even see.

No bottled water in sight, he kept coughing, he believed he heard a door shut, however it was only 13 by that point, he wasnt hopeful that kuani had came back that fast.

But of course luchika had to be wrong, there in the doorway, he seen a black silhouette, through the tears and constant coughing, it was hard to make out.

“Lu? what the hell.. what did you do?”

luchika contiuned to cough, attempting to gasp for air, yet again, failing.

Luchika watched as the silhouette disappeared into the darkness again, he attempted to cry out for them to not leave, but only made a strange spitting (?) noise.

Kunai returned with a bottle of water and opened it for him, he had stolen some from god knows where, he reasoned with himself that i was “just incase”, this was the only logical argument hes ever made in his life and non life. 

He moved the bottle up to luchikas mouth before tipping his head back, luchika followed kunais movement, letting the slightly cool water pour into his mouth and throat, 

He had a lot to explain.

(arent u guys so happy that i write so many ppl eating so many things they shouldnt? yk, (to the like two ppl that seen it) the tadajiro bathroom thjng, j was planning to force jiro to eat the shampoo, but i thought thatd be too mean 🥰 /j.)

(hi shlopt)

#j writes badly #no beta we die like jirou #hiya shlopt great to see you on this *checks hell kitty watch* 23:59 #this is the worst and best thing ive ever made tbh #vaugely proud of this #dont eat bricks #that tag is meant to say hello kitty watch but its funnier if i leave jt alone

[sttinkky]

WHAT WAS THE DREAM

Oh god I’m gonna attempt to type this stoned…

(Here’s some backstory S is the guy who took my virginity and he’s kinda of a cunt, A is my friend and I’m sorry this is really long I’ll try keep it short and less confusing)

I was hanging out with S for some reason uni acom wasn’t in London it was in France I don’t know why?! He was having a party and his friends were really mean to me (they didnt talk to me directly and they was making fun of me) so I decided to go sleep in S room, he came back drunk and was trying to fuck me i did say yes however I was DRYER than the Sahara desert (in my head I was like maybe im not sexually attracted to u anymore) so he got pissed off and I decided to go on a walk and call my friend A I started crying about the situation. I then decided to go to this place that’s in my town (it’s a park but not a park but also a farm/walk/woods I dunno how to describe it also bare in mind it’s nighttime) and I realised I was in France not my home town so I decided to go back to S however I got lost (panicked like hell) eventually I found my way back to his but as soon as I opened the door it was “my house” (it wasn’t it was some place ever never been before; side note I find it weird in dreams when I’m taken somewhere I’ve never been) my mum was there and this woman claiming to be my auntie (I dunno who this woman is but she was nice) me and mum got into a fight, I threw a plate at her it shattered in slow motion and we began to laugh then she said let’s go home and I woke up.

Yuhh I wasnt lying when I said it was weird.

I think it was just to like show regret or like the people who really support me but I dunno S really fucked me up irl, I can’t believe I ran away to that guys place.

#weird dreams

[nightcorecommentarchives]

TW: Misguided opinions on Japan, pedophilia ideology

Here's what to expect before you read this thread: A callout on the sexualisation of children in anime, excuses for the specific example, a pedophile confession, more excuses, proship ideology that predates proshipping by years, and a poor attempt of claiming an anime art piece is satire.

TheNightcoreWitcher

Nightcore - Rockefeller Street

A: Japan and pedophilia seem to be really close, like what the fuck is going on with pictures like those, using very little kids as if they were fully grown, imo thats just wrong.

B: @A uhm...what?

A: @B Don't you even dare to deny it, lol it's been way too obvious for decades. Just look at the picture, look at what it represents, the outfits, and then realise this kind of stuff is made for adults. I'll let that sink in.

B: @A whatever lol

C: @A Get your mind out of the gutter! Those outfits are only to facilitate mobility because they are ninja cats.

D: @A It's called anime, not reality...

B: dont bother with close minded people like him, really

D: @B  xD true, i could do it, but i wan't to tell them they are wrong and that anime is the best world's invention xD

D: @A I will repeat, 1) this is anime not reality 2) In anime, they seems like they have 11 or 10, but in the anime it self, they are around 20 - 25 3) You're abusing…Pedophilia? Seriously? Maby next week you will tell it's torture wtf

B: like i said, dont bother :3

B: i just deleted a large amount of text bc i figured you and i dont really care :)

D: @A xD

D: @A It's not about how old you are, but what your mental age is.

D: @A BTW i dunno why you are talking sh** about this beeing sexual, it's an hentai xD Name of anime if you don't trust me "Boku no Pico"

D: @A I wasn't talking about authors, but these characters in the picture, and i didn't proved anything, cause i'm talking about hentai's, you're talking about anime in general...anyways, you're trying to say a mature thing, but what you're saying is completely immature.

B: [this comment has been lost]

A: @B Odds are you're right, statistically it would be impossible that everyone that is into this is a pedophile, but I think it might plant seeds into people's minds, which is what makes me upset about this. At least you did make a good point and explanation, unlike the MLG scrublord that only spits nonsense. I'm out now, take care and thanks for finally sharing some info that I wanted to know.

B: @A i know that its odd and i appreciate your opinions, really but as a lolicon myself i just get a little upset about things like that :/ i dont think btw that it plants those "seeds" in peoples mind. You have to have some kind of attraction towards younger girls beforehand, its not like the attraction to younger girls came with the appearance of the loli concept in anime yaknow.

D: @A leave.

D: @B me too :/

E: @A we feel that it is wrong because it socially and legally is wrong where we grew up (forgive me for making assumptions). in japan they dont consider cartoons to be comparable to real life.

D: @E A little fact: the characters on the image are 25 old, not 10 yrs old xD

E: @D if you are being honest, that is pretty interesting. i would love to research this topic on my own, can you tell me what these characters are from? google images search didnt help me.

D: @E boku no piko

D: @E but a little warning: it's an hentai xD

F: [this comment has been lost]

D: @F Finally someone that know something about anime and that know anime isn't pédophila because it's actually not allowed to do even in hentai's...cheers man!

F: @D I do animation and trust me it is fucking hard to make a convincing 20-30 year-old woman

D: @F  yeah, know how you're feeling, tryed it once, only childs, no matter how hard i tryed xD

F: @D I'm serious when I have to make the women of an animation my face turns into the ffffuuuuuuuuuu guys face

D: @F Yeah xD But yeah, anyways, have a nice day m8!

F: @D You too m8!

D: @F thanks :D

G: [this comment has been lost]

F: @G You were never going to win since winning an argument against a smart person is easy but to win an argument against an idiot it is impossible.

D: @F true xD anyways  @G , don't waste your time on idiots that try to be smarter and proof that they are right, even though they are wrong, have a nice day man, you definetly deserve to be blessed with goodness because smart people are rare these days xD

H: @A Lol look at this guy right here, represents whole japan for 1 picture Imao xD

D: @H yeah, you're right, all of his comments are useless. Have a nice day btw :D

I: In Japan pedophilia isn't more common than anywhere else, it's just that they usually don't have such huge problems living out their fantasies through fictional media as long as no actual children get hurt. Would you complain about slasher and gore films/games just because running around and killing people would be a bad idea? Because there are people who really enjoy that kind of stuff but no sane person would do these things in reality.

J: @A It's fucking anime ninja catgirls in swimsuits dude...and you focus on what you think their age is?

Beyond that it's obviously intentionally satirical of anime. It's part of the medium. Maybe you're wrong for being so uptight.

A: Still making no sense, yeah don't waste time with me and go get some help XD

Final NCA notes

Comments in thread: 70

Comments shown here: 38

This thread contains possibly some of the worst comments I've ever seen. Although it seems mostly intact there were mentions of pedophilia defense arguments from some people that didn't show up, but it's not like we needed to see any more of those.

The ideologies shown here are why my DNI just says "Idc how you label yourself. If you want other people to be at the mercy of your choices and views then fuck off." Because these people sound exactly like internet pedos today (proshippers, MAPs, NOMAPs), just under a different name.

I debated whether I should post this thread on my blog or not, since I try to make this a place where I can read interesting comments and not... this. But, when I started this blog I figured I'd run into bad comments about Japan and decided I wouldn't stray away from those comments because their existence is undeniable.

If you've read this far, thank you, I hope you feel alright and that you have a good week <3

#circa 2015 #circa 2016 #thread #jp

[taonsil]

people keep saying to me ‘after what you’ve been through’ and it’s still sinking in that I have been through things that aren’t ok and it’s not just that I deserved it _(:з」∠)_

#I just want to get this out before i do my makeup so i dont cry and ruin it dhdj #but yeah I dont want to go into like full detail but its rly hard to comprehend that this ends for real today #it was always pretty bad but especially the last 3 years #there wasnt a single day in 3 years that she didnt have full control over what I was allowed to do' what my routine was #Ive feared for my safety #Ive been put down and demeaned and dehumanised to the point I really believed it #Ive been blamed for things I can logically see cant have been my fault but accepted out of fear #I was threatened into not coming out' i was called disgusting and talked badly of every time i ate #i just havent wanted to be here having to live through it. it ruined my enjoyment of tao bc he was all that was keeping me going #and with my nd stuff already it fucked it up #theres so much. the longer its been since she passed the more ive looked back at and just. what the fuck why would someone do that to me #I wanna let it all go today after the funeral but I know it probably wont be that easy #ive literally been walking around stores like theyre disney bc its the first time ive felt this free and hopeful lol #even with the lowkey anxiety that she'll suddenly be here again and itll end #I dunno who i am now ' now i realise who I was was entirely shaped by what she told me i was #djdhd like nm that I already had trauma from my dad's time in my life and never found a healthy way to deal with it #and being Older i didnt understand my gender sexuality or nd-ness til my 20's so my teen socialising was an entire mess #life so far has just been bad but with fandoms worth living for Im just like. huh whats outside of that?? there is something!!! #yeah anyway ive said most of this before i just dont want to cry later #im gonna do my make up nice and think about seeing exo and that itll be nicer soon

[ice-emperor-zane]

Zane’s true potential was so important it still affects he and the others’ relationship to this day, and I know im probably the 1000th person to talk about the meaning of his true potential, but still I dunno, I think there’s more stuff that hasn’t particularly been said.

Im watching decoded right now and its made me realise something about their true potentials. The other ninja still don’t understand Zane’s true potential in its entirety, and didn’t listen to Zane when he tried to explain it. Everyone else’s fits a pattern of learning how to not pretend to be someone you’re not; the other’s try to put Zane’s into the same category, saying that Zane unlocked his true potential because he unlocked his memories and knew who he was, he didnt have to pretend to be human anymore if he’s a nindroid. Although that’s most likely particularly true, Zane himself then said something that made me realise that that’s definitely not all.

He said ‘To be more precise, I unlocked my true potential when I realised our differences cannot push us appart, they hold us together’

Which, first of all, beautiful statement, screaming and crying as i write this, i love him

Now, pair that with the fact that about 30 seconds prior, when asked about his true potential, Zane showed everyone a montage of his issues learning understand the others sense of humour (x). It seems like Zane has a very different perception of why he reached his true potential than the others do, and they aren’t trying to understand it, considering that they just brushed off both of his responses.

So what do his responses actually seem to point to?

We know that they all reached their true potential when something stopped holding him back, and nothing held Zane back more than communication issues with the others. He didn’t initially understand them, and they didn’t understand him. He couldn’t remember any other relationships he’d had before, so he assumed that this level of understanding was normal, explaining why he didn’t seem to care when he came back in episode 2 after he had been blamed for burning down the monastery, though wether or not he did care, im not sure; i’d like to think he did but just didn’t say.

Episode 8 and his memories gave him an example of a healthy relationship, it was then that he was able to see that things hadn’t been going particularly going well with him and the ninja, it kinda broke him at first, which is why part of why he was so sad (other than ofc the bit where he found out he’s not human and his dad is seemingly dead, that could probably make someone sad too 😳)

But all this why he got to his true potential, otherwise he would’ve just started glowing/flying/whatnot right there and then when he turned on his memory switch.

So y’know what I think the true potentials came from? Hope that things are going to get better. It sounds really fucking cheesy but bare with me, its another pattern of the true potentials that this time *everyone* fits into

-Cole got hope that his relationship with his father would finally improve

-Jay got hope that he’d become more comfortable being himself around everyone

-Kai got hope that even if he wasn’t the green ninja, he’d still be considered a valuable member of the team

Now Zane’s. Zane got hope that he and the others could have just as much of a fulfilling life together as what he’d had with his dad, not just in spite of but because of their differences. He decided then and there he’d make an effort to learning to getting along with them, and hope that they’d do the same for him. Right before the ninja left him to have some alone time after finding out he was a nindroid, they all told him that they accepted and thought it was really cool that he was a nindroid. For the first time, something about him that made him different was seen as a strength, rather than a weakness. Sure, people had commented on his other strengths before, like his abilities to stay underwater for a long time or his cooking expertise, but those were all things he’d practiced to get good at, those were his skills, not who he was.

Zane was still trying to figure out who exactly he was, having only just remembered it and all. But being a nindroid seemed like a big part of it, so the fact that everyone was so accepting of it made him feel like things really were going to get better for him, and that the others were good people who needed protecting, nothing was going to hold him back from trying to be happy alongside them.

#lego #ninjago #lego ninjago #zane julien #zane ninjago

[kittydripuwu]

hi omg i just found your blog and i just want to let you know your writing is awesome >< could you please write a scenario where reader is dazai is jealous since his s/o is very close friends with chuuya? implied nsfw at the end maybe?

hii thank u for ur request! i hope u like it <3

jealousy | dazai x reader

words - 1086

warnings - swearing, implied nsfw at the end

genre - angst?

you had been friends with chuuya for a while now, after meeting him through your boyfriend dazai.  you enjoyed being around chuuya as a friend, he was a fun person to hang out with.

it was pretty late and you were sitting at a bar with chuuya, having some wine. you knew dazai was out on a mission with the agency, and he wasnt supposed to get back till the next day, so you decided to spend some time with chuuya. dazai never really cared if you hung out with chuuya, it wasn't like him to be super possesive over you, and either way, you didn't get to see chuuya often because you were both pretty busy when it came to work.

recently, you've been off work for abit, since your job gave all employess at your level, 4 weeks off during the spring to relax. during this time, the mafia and the agency have had quite abit of work to do but you still spent as much time with your boyfriend and one of your closest friends, chuuya, as much as possible.

"hey y/n" chuuya asked suddenly, after you had zoned out for a few minutes.

"yeah?"

"what's it like working a normalllllllllll job?" he asked, a little tipsy from the drinks you two were having.

"it's so BORING chuuya, dont EVER switch to normal work, you'll hate it" you replied.

"but you get a break! we don't get that in the mafia" he said, laughing.

"that's true but, i sit in front of a computer allllll day, it sucks" you said.

both you of you were laughing and drinking, it was a good time.

meanwhile, dazai had come back from the ada mission earlier than expected. he got home, and noticed you weren't there, so he decided to call you. your phone rang, and you picked up.

"helloooo"

"hi love, i'm back early, where are you?"

"ohhhh i missed you baby! i'm at a bar with chuuya" you said.

"are you drunk?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"maybeeee" you replied.

"i'm coming to pick you up" he said, and hung up.

his tone was a little angry, anyone could tell, but you. whenever you were drunk, you made everything a joke, never took anyone seriously, and sometimes, that got you in abit of trouble.

around 10-15 minutes later, dazai had come to pick you up. dazai and chuuya simply greeted eachother the way they normally do (yk saying they hate eachother, and that they'll kill one another one day, the usual), and dazai grabbed you by the hand, and dragged you all the way home.

when you got home, dazai didn't say much, you were too tired to talk to him about it now, so you both silently went to sleep.

when you woke up the next morning, dazai had already gone to work. since you were still on your break, you decided you would go out on a walk and see the city. you showered, got dressed and left. you thought about going to your favorite breakfast place first, and then you were supposed to meet some friends at a nearby bar. you got yourself some pancakes for breakfast and soon headed to the bar.

once you arrived, you realised you were abit early and none of your friends had come yet. as you sat down to wait, chuuya had walked in with a few of his subordinates. you didnt expect chuuya to be here, during work especially. he quickly noticed you sitting, and came up to talk to you.

"hey, what are you doing here at this time of day?" he asked.

"oh hey, i'm waiting for some friends, what about you?" you replied, smiling.

"apparently theres some sort of information here for something i have to find but, i'm going to have a drink first" he said. (we all know chuuya loves drinking)

you eneded up having a quick drink with chuuya before your friends arrived, and he left to do work. on the other hand, dazai didn't text or call all day, until you finally got home.

"i'm home love" you said, walking into your shared bedroom.

"yeah i can see that" he said, voice showing no emotion. before you got to say anything else, he stood up and left the room.

you had no idea what was up with him. you knew when dazai had something on his mind, he had to be alone. you've tried to talk to him about things before but it only resulted in useless fights. you thought about maybe leaving him be but something felt different about this so you decided to walk after him.

"dazai what's up with you? why do you seem so mad?" you asked, following him to the living room.

"nothing" he replied, coldly.

"why are you acting so cold towards me?" you asked.

"are you having fun running off with chuuya all the time?" he snapped. this was it. you could tell he was mad. but why? you and chuuya were just friends?

"what do you mean dazai?"

"you're on a four week break for work, its been 2 weeks already and i've barely seen you outside of sleeping here, and all you've been doing is going to bars with chuuya" he said.

"but you've been busy with work, we have had time to do anything yet!" you replied, realising that blaming him was  useless since he was always right no matter what.

"you could have asked instead of fucking running off and getting drunk with chuuya" he replied.

you understood what was happening here. he was jealous. it was your fault yes, for not asking him to hang out but part of it was also his jealousy.

"are you jealous?" you asked him with a smile on your face, while sitting down on the couch calmly. you found it kind of amusing when dazai was jealous.

he hated admitting he was jealous, he hated being vulnerable in any way.

"why the fuck are you smiling" he said, looking at you sitting on the couch calmly, and just smiling to yourself.

"i dunno, i guess i like seeing you when you're jealous" you said.

after you said that, he came up to you, to stand right above you. he tilted your chin upwards to look up at him.

"i think i need to remind you what you get when you speak to me like that" he said, eyes clouded with anger and lust.

dazai was angry, and he had to take it out on someone. and that someone was going to be you. you made him jealous and this is what you get.

#bsd x reader #bsd #bsd imagines #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #dazai x you #bungo stray dogs #bsd chuuya #dazai angst #ria writes

[marvel-m-lee]

Naughty Words

Warnings: tickle fic, emotions

Words: (I'm more sure, around 1000-1500)

Summary/Prompt: So an idea for a prompt could be that the reader changes a word on Steves phone to a "bad" word. So whenever he tries to write a certain word the phone automatically changes it to "fuck" or something similar. And then the reader and the others will be like "language". Steve gets extremely frustrated until he figures it out:)

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It was another normal day at the compound. You were bored because all the other avengers were training and Peter was at school until evenings time.

You were just sitting on the couch when you began to think to yourself. You could go annoy Tony, but you weren't sure if he was asleep. Pepper would usually force him to sleep when he couldn't so you really didnt want to disturb that. You could go train but Steve explained you were too young to be an avenger yet. OkAy StEve, (y/a) isnt old enough, WhAteVer! (I got ur back)

That's when the best idea popped into your head. An idea better than any other on the planet. Perhaps you were the smartest human on earth, smarter than Stark, perhaps even the smartest living lifefo!-

"That is a stupid idea y/n" Wanna laughed. She must had only just entered because you hadn't beard her before.

You jumped up and watched her at the counter with your elbows resting on the couch top and your head resting in your hands acting cheeky.

"Wanda! It's a great idea!" You protested. "What's gonna happen? Hmm?"

Wanda began to walk over to you and looked sideways. She brought her hand to her chin to think. You knew she was acting silly but you weren'tsure what she was up to.

"Hmm, I dunno. Maybe.." She then grabbed your hips and began to squeeze them, "Tickle you!?"

You squealed and bucked, tossing and turning on the couch, wanda now had started tickling your sides and giggling with your contagious laughter.

She then stopped and smiled at your giggling self curled into the couch. She ruffled your hair, "little prankster, have fun" she then left as you recovered from her attach as not to be attacked herself.

You didn't mind the tickles, but this prank was worth so much more.

Time had passed and you were just outside Steve's room. You entered quietly, he and the other avengers other than Wanda and Tony seemed to be training so the coast was clear. You slipped inside and looked around.

"This old man's got no taste" obvious in the nicest way possible.

You looked around and saw his phone charging by his bedside table. "Jackpot" you whispered and woddled over to it. You grabbed it and switched it on. Tony had brought him one from the 21th century, finally.

Annoyingly he now had a password now. Luckily, like all old men, it was either Password or his birthday. Or just the same password for everything.

You knew the plan, sneak in, get his phone, and change 'No' with auto correction to "FUCK YES BABY" Because, Swear words, yes, and let's all be honest Steve would never say this unless he was drunk, WHICH COULDN'T EVEN HAPPEN ANYMORE!

Once completed you snucked back out and left to your room to read a book.

More time passed, and finally the team were going to start dinner. Rather than calling everyone and disrupting them Steve decide to text everyone. Peter was also here by now, he had finished school a while ago and you both were sat in his bedroom playing video games.

Old Man Steve: So who wants what for

tea?

Metal arm: Idm

Bank💸: I'm in the shop, wont be

there.

Best mom: No Tony, we're eating dinner

with everyone. Y/n and Peter can choose

You and Peter both picked up your phones after pausing the game, both curious of the buzz after buzz's.

Old Man Steve: @Y/n🍃🌷💸 and

@spiderlings😟🕷, what do you want for

dinner?

Spiderlings😟🕷: 🍕?

You watched your phone as everyone texted, about to ask about what you should eat, but suddenly you remembered the little prank you decided to play on Steve. You knew that we had no pizza left, you and Loki had eaten it the night before when everyone was busy instead of cooking.

Old Man Steve: FUCK YES BABY, sorry Y/n

and Loki ate the last of it.

That's when both Peter and you heard Tony's laughter from his lab.

Bank💸: Languaage cap!

Metal arm: Steve??

Old Man Steve: what, FUCK YES BABY- I

didn't text that.

You: Language cap!

Badass🕷Spider: Language Steve, it's a bad

example to the kids

Old Man Steve: FUCK YES BABY, FUCK

YES BABY! How do I work this?

You and Peter then heard someone walking down the halls and to neither of your surprises Steve opened the door.

"Y/n, Peter, could one of you help me with this?"

Peter was about to answer but you quickly butted in, "oh, we don't know how to. It's too hard" you gave Peter a look.

Peter's face went from confusion to fear and smug. "Sorry Mr Roger's, this is out of my hands"

Steve grunted but smiled, he left to go to see if Tony would help him. Quickly you both tested Tony and explained the situation, everyone heard Steve grunt and leave the lab to go get dinner started.

Bank💸: you guys are fucked once he finds out yk?

Both Peter and you laughed, knowing fully well you'd be wrecked sooner or later, but you couldn't be bothered as of the moment. VIDEO GAMES AWAIT!

Half an hour had passed now and you were getting hungry, so you texted Steve to ask if food was ready, once again the same situation happened. And once more, everyone corrected him on his very inappropriate language.

It was a running gag, whenever one of you swore, Steve would correct you. 20th century shit, and him being a cinnamon bun turned steroids. Now you could have your revenge.

Finally though, food was ready. Peter and you left the room laughing and joking, you were annoying him about a headshot you had got on him but he bragged about more kills so it was practically even.

Everyone was getting to the table as Wanda and Steve set up plates, utensils, and food.

You sat next to Peter and Tony, Tony next to Pepper, next to Pepper was Sam, then Bucky, Steve, Wanda, Vision, Nat, Clint, Bruce and finally back to the Spiderling. Everyone else was busy, Thor and Loki were going to come the next week anyway, they were in Asgard again.

Everyone ate their meals, laughing and talking with one another, you sat directly across from Steve and saw him trying to stop Bucky from throwing his plate at Sam.

Tony leaned in next to you, whispering, "So you did the whole text situation?" He chuckled slightly as you nodded, smirking.

"Why?" Tony asked, he was curious because he knew you enjoyed pranking everyone, but he also knew you wouldn't do this to Steve without a reason. And in all fairness, you just wanted to spend time with Steve- and poke fun at his language- but mainly spend time with him. He had been on missions, work, training, and seemed busy with his life. You just felt as though he was drifting from you.

You shrugged at Tony's question, placing some food in your mouth. Tony poked your side, he didnt need you to answer but he didnt want Steve to have all the fun once this was over.

You squeaked and then squealed once he started squashing the skin on your side, everyone looked to see your adorable face slowly turn red from embarrassment.

"Arent they adorable?" Steve teased. You giggled and finally shoved Tony's hand off you, you looked at steve with a wobbly smile and asked about his language today.

"So Steve, what was up with your texting today?"

Nat swallowed her food and pointed a fork at Steve, "yeah Steve, it was a really inappropriate word"

In all fairness the team knew you both said fuck a lot. You usually would say after a rare mission you got to go on or when there were food in the fridge. "FUCK YEAH" or "FUCK YEAH BABY", probably from deadpool- though luckily for you, Steve was not a genius. Smart, yeah, genius. No. But you began to see the clocks turn in his head as he looked over the table at everyone.

After a while of winding up Steve, you all continued as usual. You were chatting to Peter and explaining how awesome you were at a game to Tony, luckily- well not for you- you hadn't noticed Wanda and Strve watching you as she whispered in his ear.

"Steve, y/n did it earlier, while you were training"

"What?"

"The whole 'no' situation, she wanted to prank you. She misses the time you spend together"

Steve turned to Wanda with both a confused face yet all understanding. Only now had he realised how little time he'd spent with you over the past few weeks. He felt bad but also a little mad at your little prank. But he smiled at Wanda, one filled with hope and- no he smirked. I wont sugar coat it. You were done.

Quickly Steve pushed out his chair, as loud as he could and took in a deep breath causing everyone to go silent and watch him. He then casually looked up and got to his feet. Everyone was almost finished by now, Buck, Steve, Clint, and even you had finished.

"Y/n, I need your help"

You watched him, confused. But suddenly seeing as smirk and losing all your cool as you looked to Wanda with a helpless face. Steve walked around the table and bent down to your height on the chair, whipped out his phone and asked you to help.

You stuttered, but once more explained you had no clue.

"Really? Stark, Peter, how about you?" The old man looked at the tech genius's. Neither spoke up.

"You're on your own kid"

Steve smirked and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder slightly as you had just finished eating. Well a few minutes ago but still.

"S-Steve! Steve I didnt dohoho anything." As any normal response you began to nervously laugh, knowing fully well what would come of this. But you wanted it. You missed it. You missed Steve.

"All I need is for you to help me, can you? Or do I gave to make you?"

Steve had now flung you onto the couch as most watched and others continued their conversations.

"Steve I- i told you i have no clu-" suddenly ten fingers found your sides and began to run up and down them causing you to giggle and yelp.

"Nahaha! Steve! Steve!!"

His fingers traveled to your ribs, pinching and squeezing each one, pretending to nawh on them. He didn't start easy, no. He knew you needed this as much as he did.

"Mm, that was a great dinner, but I wonder what's for dessert?" He asked, gnawing on your ribs and squeezing your hips making you buck and squeal.

"STEVEEEEE!!!" you were almost histerical when he reached your pits, scratching at the hollows inside, making you giggle and scream, beg and brawl. It was truly adorable to watch the two of you.

"Tickle tickle y/n, aww do you want to help me now?" Steve taunted. You stood strong though, you wanted to win. Well maybe you didnt, maybe you just wanted this to last longer. You werent sure.

"NOHOHO WAY OLD MAHAN!" You bucked and squealed, blush covering your face. You truly didnt think it would get worse but oh God, Steve hadn't ripped out the fruits yet. And just for your sas. Ah, you were wrecked.

"Okay smart ass"

"LAHANGUAGE!"

"That's it." Steve lifted your shot and placed his mouth right above your belly button. Now you were beyond hysterical, you knew what would happen and wouldn't be able to handle it, Steve gave some of the best- WORSE. DEFINITELY WORST. Raspberries around.

"NAH! NAHAH! STEVE STEVE IM SOHOHORRYYYY! I'LL HELP! I'LL HELP!" you squeaked and bucked, trying to escape, those at the table laughed at your helpless, blushing body and Steve's incredible stubbornness. So mean. So very very mean. Mean.

"Ah I'm glad you'll help" Steve lifted his head and lessened his grip on your hips, not fully though, as a millisecond later he blew a big, wet, raspberry directly on your belly button, sending vibrations to your core and back.

You jolted and screeched, pushing at his head as he blew more and more with tiny tickle kisses around your stomach.

After a while he stopped and patted your head as you balled up into the couch, drowning in giggles, laughter and ghostly tickles.

Steve handed you his phone and you quickly changed the words back as they were, disappointed but happy that you spent time with Steve again. You missed your bond, even the tickles.

Steve kissed your forehead and turned on the tv, spongebob. A favourite of both of yours, cuddling together as everupmr rose finished and put away the dishes. You slowly fell asleep on Steve's lap, hally knowing you've got your captain back.

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Writers note.

Hey, sorry this was- well shit I'm not sugar coating it. It was also awkward because I cant eat to great now and the cuteness was sickening. Thank you for the prompt though! This was definitely a favourite, thank you! Apologies again :)

#marvel #mcu #tickle community #m-verse #tony x reader #steve x reader #peter x reader #steve Rogers #steve #stark #wanda maximoff #avengers #y/n #sfw tickles

[phoneybeatlemania-bit-the-dust]

9 “Do you believe in soul mates?” or 18 “ I don’t like the way they look at you” (cos I’m very indecisive) <33

Hell fuckin yeah we love protective John - and we also love tender and understanding Paul 🥺

18. “I don’t like the way they look at you.”

Paris, 1961.

It was getting late into the evening as they hung around in some bar they’d found, wandering the Paris streets. At least it was warmer here than they’re hotel room – though they loved the things they could get up to in the privacy of their room, a privacy they’d never in fact had before, it was still some cheap, grimy place, that when caught in the chill of an October air would not hasten to freeze up as swiftly as possible. Still, at least it gave them an excuse to get as close to one another as possible, holding each other so intimately through the night, and that was something they supposed.

It was liberating being in Paris; finally, they had found themselves a piece of freedom, to live and be their most natural selves - even if only for a week or so.

Perhaps they never would see this independence again, and so there was an unspoken agreement that they best make the most of it whilst they can.

They’d even allowed themselves – these two Liverpudlian boys – to get caught up in the undeniable romance of Paris; they found themselves kissing in alleyways, parks, even downtown bars if it seemed safe. And that was where the real liberty came from: it was safe, they were safe. It was legal, and nobody knew them. Alone-together in Paris of all places, they had stumbled upon gold.

Watching his lover from across the room however, something arose in him. John had been sat there alone with a drink at the bar, whilst Paul was off flirting with some fella he’d met as he left the toilets. The man had insisted on dragging Paul - his Paul, it should be noted - into some stupid, superficial conversation. And it was working, clearly. He’d always known he’d never be enough for Paul, because somewhere deep inside himself, he knew Paul simply had a higher intellect, and though John was by no means an “idiot”, he knew Paul was going to want more from a partner someday. I mean, they both understood that this affair was only fleeting, nothing serious; after all, they both had girls back home. But even still, this was Paris, their Paris, their getaway. And Paul had fucked off to go flirt with some other guy.

But rationality echoed through his mind, reminding him he had no right to be annoyed – Paul always was flirtatious, simply he loved to encapsulate others with his charm, it seldom ever meant anything. But even so, these were only echoes in his mind, and if John had had a few to drink, he never could help but get upset.

Meanwhile, over in Pauls corner, the bloke he was talking to questioned in a sultry French accent, “Is that your partner over there?”

Craning his head to see who the man was indicating towards Paul answered, “Um, yes. Actually, yeah - that’s just John. How’d you know?”

“He’s staring at me as though…” not being totally fluent in English made it difficult to find the right words, “as though he were about…to pounce at me.”

“You mean ye think he’s about ta beat you up.”

“Yes.”

“Well…he has done that before - but only to real arseholes. I wouldn’t let him beat you up; besides, he can tell were only jokin’ here.”

“If you insist.” The man responded acceptingly. “Where are you two from?”

“Well, we just came from Hamburg - but were from Liverpool originally!”

A few minutes later, Paul felt someones hand tugging at his wrist, though looking behind him he realised it was only John.

“I wanna go,” John said with some slight melancholy in his tone.

He dropped him a knowing smile, then saying, “Alright, love – we’ll leave in ten, yeah? I just wanna finish my drink.”

John shook his head, and with an added spite, insisted, “Take yer drink out with you. We’ve gotta go.”

Paul contemplated fighting him on this, but always the more democratic of the two, and not wanting to spoil their getaway, he finally said with a slight defeated sigh, “Alright then.” Turning to the Frenchman, he finalised their conversation with him, with a casual, “Nice talkin’ with ye.”

Gripping onto Pauls hand, John dragged him into the dim city streets. It was damp, it had been raining, and some dewy scent had been brought out from under the earth. There was some aggression in Johns movement as he dragged Paul along, and though Paul had no fear John would ever hurt him physically, he was concerned John may hurt himself emotionally; he always did find ways to push others away.

Stopping, Paul asked, “John, love, whats the matter?”

“Nuthin’s the matter - I just wanted to leave.”

He knew John would unfold at some point, and he’d rather it be here then in their hotel room where they’d wake the neighbours with a screaming row. “You know I’ve known you long enough to know that that just isn’t true.”

“Fucks sake Paul, nuthin’s the matter-“

Bluntly, Paul interjected with, “John, yer gonna get it out at some point, so why not save us some time and tell me now.”

Defeated and with all defences down, John admitted, “I don’t like the way they look at you.”

“Johnny…” Paul wasn’t surprised, this wasn’t the first time John had gotten protective in this way. At least this time if didnt result in him beating anyone up.

“All them guys - you didn’t see ‘em, but they were right fuckin’ perverts.”

Understanding that a drunken and jealous John was simply incapable of thinking clearly, Paul asked gently, “How’d you think they looked at me?”

“I dunno…just…just like they could’ve taken you. From me.”

Paul laughed softly, though not mockingly, “Why would I ever leave you for some random French bloke?”

“I dunno, just…im an arsehole – im just…” he never could articulate his own self-loathing to the extent he wished he could.

“Johnny,” Paul started, taking his lovers hands into his own and pulling him closer, he half-whispered, “‘m yours for the week.” Bringing the others knuckles close, he kissed them, then asserted, “I don’t need- I don’t want another guy.”

“Yeah?”

Instead of answering this, Paul chose to grasp the others neck, tenderly pulling him in for a kiss. It was so un-like them, so romantic, so grotesque; but they were a long way from home, and nobody knew them – so why not be somebody else, or even better, why not be your most natural self? “Besides, ‘m not a bird y’know; don’t need you protecting my honour and what not.”

“Yeah, well…I like protecting yer honour.”

#mclennon #fanfic #my work #asks

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[undergrounddweller89]

More random thoughts on if Killian and Walter lived together some time after movie events, still au and ooc and Killian is I dunno how to describe it in love a little obsessed secretly with Walter and this is one ramble where there's no admittance of love between them as It's a time prior to that, anyway I throw sense out the window I'm literally too tired to get everything right and wrote this on the spot so bleh on mistakes and stuff.

Killian was rifling through his draws, where was it, he'd wanted to wear it last night for bed, he was sure it'd been put back, he sighed wearily, maybe it was at the bottom of the wash basket still.

He went down the stairs for breakfast where Walter was munching on toast, Lovey on his shoulder.

Watching tv, amazing really, especially as Beckett was usually jotting some new idea down.

Aaaand then he saw it.

"Walter."

Killian's voice was a soft growl as he quirked a brow and folded his arms.

Walter looked up at him like a guilty puppy who knew he'd done something wrong but hoped the look would let him get away with it.

"Yes, Killian?"

He asked trying to sound innocent as possible.

"I was looking for that shirt last night, care to tell me how it ended up on you?"

Walter looked at Lovey and then at Killian

"Ummm well it was in my drawer, I dunno it just looked really comfy and...I'm sorry I won't borrow your clothes anymore..."

"Borrowing would imply that you asked for them, you Beckett are a certified low grade criminal...stealing a man's clothes could imply something else though, I expect that shirt back tonight."

Killian returned walking past the couch and going to the kitchen, it was sweet Walter had rearranged the room so he could actually have surfaces to make himself meals and the likes.

The first time he'd arrived he'd been more than expecting to not feel welcomed, sure it was Beckett but people could seem one way out in the world and another behind closed doors.

No, Beckett wore his heart on his sleeve and for a while he'd wanted to place his claws around it and watch that sunshine attitude leave him as he realised the world was not a little wonderland that could be made better with a hug.

Then again, it was a hug that saved him so to speak...irony.

Killian though at this point might have just gone crazy if Walter wasn't so naturally affectionate with people he trusted, why he trusted him was still beyond his understanding but here they were, living in what had always been Walters home since childhood...

Walter's natural ability to be affectionate meant he could get away with ruffling his hair, having Beckett leaning on him during a movie and just casually placing an arm around him.

Sometimes Beckett would just sit on his lap like it was completely normal and Killian had tested the boundaries by placing a chin on his shoulder and Walter had, had no reaction like this was just typical interaction...was it so typical that he just would also let him put his arms around him to and nuzzle his neck...

Then again he might have lied a little and just said he had an itchy nose when that happened.

Of course he'd have murdered anyone else who dared to sit on his lap, just because he was behaving here didnt mean he wouldn't still straight up murder someone if he thought he could get away with it.

Lance had tried sitting on his lap once as a joke, Killian recalled letting out a literal growl, he'd even been somewhat surprised at the near primal sound, Sterling of course never tried that again.

He made his morning coffee, thankful that Walter also knew not to talk too much until he'd had it.

He walked back in and found Walter ass up in the air and nearly spat his coffee, he hadn't seen it before as his shirt had been covering it, not only was wearing his shirt but his boxers to.

Beckett who had been reaching for a magazine under the side table hit his head when he heard the sharp tone in Killian's voice

"Beckett!"

Killian winced slightly, even he felt that thud.

Walter sat up holding a hand to his head

"Yes Killian?"

"Nothing, just wanted to see if I could startle you, seems like it."

He decided not to chew him out, because perhaps he liked that he was wearing them.

Killian sat in the arm chair and put a leg over the other, hiding the subtle interest that showed his body agreed with that statement.

"You're evil."

Walter pouted rubbing his head.

"Hmm perhaps but you already knew that when you let the big bad wolf into your home, little red."

Walter was about to argue but...eh fair point.

"Still mean."

"You like it Beckett or you'd have given me your puppy eyes by now."

Killian sipped his coffee and sighed contentedly, god coffee made existence just a little easier and some days he swore he'd marry whoever made it.

He sat there half watching what was on the tv, one of Walters soap opera's which he would die before admitting he actually was invested in it.

"I swear Walter, if you were bigger than a tooth pick I would steal your clothing though I might wager I could just about put that yellow jumper over my arm."

Walter looked him over and shrugged

"Wouldn't mind if you did, I have a pair of baggy Unitee pants that might fit you though they might ride up to your knees considering our height differences."

Killian's eye twitched as he grumbled

"Id sooner be dead."

Though he was never going to admit he might have been a creep one time after Walter had slept in them and done something involving his hand just because he knew Walters cock had been right there, they'd still been warm.

Killian half buried his face into his coffee mug hoping that Walters comment hadn't been one hinting that he knew what sordid thing he'd done.

"Also not my colour Beckett."

Was all he responded.

Walter shrugged and went back to his show, flicking through his magazine, Lovey was nesting in Walters hair and glaring at Killian, oh she knew, she knew what he was doing, her look though was not one that told him to stop it.

No it was one that said HURT MY BABY I'LL PECK OUT YOUR GOOD EYE.

Killian's cheeks puffed out as he exhaled, sheesh who knew a pigeon could scream murder louder than him with just a stare.

Later that night Walter showered before bed, returned the shirt back to Killian who went back to his room, the boxers placed in the basket just under a few things prior to said shower, the basket was usually left out on the landing.

After his shower and wrapped in towels Walter had been wondering something, for a while now.

He quietly looked where he'd placed the boxers he'd worn that day in the basket... Uh-huh, just as he'd expected, they were gone, he couldn't help but smirk, oh Killian thought he was being sooooo sneaky.

Heh, no, he wasn't as quiet as he thought he was either, he could hear the subtle creak in there and soft whine no doubt into a pillow... Or biting his fist, honestly if he had metal claw he'd definitely handle himself with it to.

The first time this had happened it'd been a surprise, now it was just enticing to see how long it was before Killian would break and climb into his bed and plead for him.

Oh Walter might seem naive to the world in so, so many ways but there were somethings he was not so ignorant on either, he could walk right in there and offer a helping hand but for the time being it was far more pleasurable to hear the quite whines and play pretend Killian was begging for him, on his knees a desperate man who desired to the point of pain.

After all who didn't want someone to pursue and crave them like that.

He dried off and climbed into his own bed smiling.

Especially when the feeling was apparently mutual.

(I don't tend to go deep on my stuff I guess, what you get is what you get.)

#killian x walter #Tristan x Walter #Lime #spies in disguise #Au

[legendofzelda4life]

To extend on this fic idea I had at 12:40am:

An alternate way for Dink to die is Four (or whichever LU boy you want ‘on his side’) killing him to Intro III instead (obviously not all words will match):

Four: We’ve got heroes to kill Dink: so why you actin like im not a part of it? And where’s my shovel at? Four: I dunno, probably out back with the bokoblins Dink: I’m not leaving. You can’t get rid of me. I’m the reason why- Four: Nah, shut up! I dont wanna hear another sentence. I’m here because of Shadow and because I wanna be Dink: Is that you or the fear talkin? Oh wait - Shadows not here - what a dumb question. Four: Hey, we were meant to rule the world till the day we died, right? Well you said you’d get him back, Dink. Dink: Keep your mouth shut! I didnt say shit Four: I mean, so what? You know I never listen. And lemme guess; we’re gonna dig this hole, put the chain in it Dink: Yeah, you can fake cry for like - three minutes. Aye, that hole’s pretty deep isnt it? *Four shrugs* Dink, realising: Wait, you dont really think for a second you’re throwing me in this? Four: No, of course not, just a little deeper then we can start killin Dink, sarcastic: You had me scared for a second I thought you were diggin my grave Four: *Hits him with the shovel* We did, what? You don’t like bein afraid? It’s a dose of your own medicine you backstabbing prick. You don’t like how it tastes? Shoulda thought about that before makin promises - wait - what did my therapist say? Oh right! He said not to bury my issues but, Dink, I’m feelin great

#look its killin me too lol #idk why this happens lmao #linked universe #linked universe four #let the ideas be weird and nonsensical okay

[makesteddiecanon]

Just One Dance | Peter Maximoff X Reader | Part 4

“Whats going on between you and Peter?”

    I look up from my book. It’s just me and Jean now, sitting in our respective beds. She has a knowing smirk plastered on her face. I have a feeling she’s been in my head without me realising it.

    I shrug.

    Jean’s face falls. “Come on, (Y/N)! I want the goss! Have you kissed him yet?”

    I close my book with a snap. “I'm not like you with Scott, Jean,” I say defensively, my mind momentarily drifting back to that breif moment where my lips had brushed his cheek. I pull my thoughts back before Jean can delve into my head and find out for herself.

     “He obviously likes you. I asked Scott, and do you know how many books Peter has read in the ast ten years?” Jean asks. “Zero, nada. And then you give him a book, and he immediately reads it. According to Scott he’s, like, halfway through!”

     “Maybe he likes the book,” I say, fighting to hide my smile.

     Jean rolls her eyes. “It’s a kids book, (Y/N).”

     I gasp, putting a hand over my heart. “How dare you!” I say in a breathy voice. “You wound me so!”

     Jean throws a pillow at me. “Seriously, though,” she says. “You should go to the dance with him.”

     “For the last time, Jean, I'm not going to the dance,” I sigh, rolling over. “Night.”

     “Seriously? It’s one night! Who knows what it might lead to?”

     “To be honest? Probably you and Scott fucking each other in a bush near the lake.”

     “Hey!”

*

     “How could you!” 

     I look up to see Peter, his tearstained face looking right back at me. I'm filled with a sudden sense of dread. My mind reels as I try and think what I could have possibly done to him to affect him in such away, but nothing stands out.

     “Jesus, Peter, what happened?” I ask, biting my lip. 

    He slams Brigde to Terebithia onto the table. I almost laugh as I realise what he’s crying about. 

    “And Jean mocked me because it's a childrens book,” I say.

   Peters eyes almost fall out of his head. “People read this to their kids!” he says in disbeleif. 

   “Excuse me, but can someone please explain to me what the hell is happening?” Jubilee pipes up. I turn back to our friends. Jean and Scott sit beside me, their arms wrapped around each other as usual, whilst Jubilee and Ororo sit down the table. Scott's friends are here too, all looking to me for an explanation. 

     Jean smirks and mouths 'told you' at me, the words echoing in my head. I shake my head at her, standing up.

     I grab Brigde to Terebithia off the table, grab Peter's hand, and drag him away. “Be back in a sec,” I call over my shoulder.

     “Where are we going?” Peter asks. 

     “Dunno,” I reply. “But I had to get away from them.”

     “Why?” 

     “Because if I hadn’t Jean would’ve opened her mouth and ruined everything,” I say, dragging him through the hall.

     "My interest has peaked," Peter muses. I shoot him a look and he gives me his trademark smile.

     “You know,” he says. “If you let me carry you, we could get away much faster.”

     I turn back to him, a mischevious smile on my face. “What are you waiting for, Speedy? Lets go.”

     He sweeps my legs up from under me, holding me like the hero holds his love interest in all those old movies. I can’t help but blush as he holds my head to his chest, and then we take off.

     Maybe not even a second later, we’re back at the lake. Again, my head spins and stomach churns as Peter puts me back on my feet. He places a hand on my back, making sure I am steady. I nod once I feel like I'm not going to collapse, and we sit down.

     “So you read the whole book,” I say. “In a day and a half.”

     He shrugs. “I can do things really quickly. Faster than you can believe,” he says sarcastically. “I can’t believe Leslie dies. Why didnt you tell me it was a sad story?”

     “I didnt want to spoil it for you,” I say. Peter looks at me incrediously, and I laugh. “What was your favourite bit?”

     “I liked Jess,” he says after a moment of thought. “He kinda reminded me of me.”

     “Because of all the running?” I ask. Peter elbows me, grinning.

     “No,” he says. “’Cause he lives in a house of girls and his dad's never around."

     Oh. 

     I feel a little bad joking about the running now. I guess I just hadn’t expected him to connect to it. I was kinda surprised he’d read it at all since he usually lived at one hundred miles per hour. Books were slow. Peter was not.

      “I liked Leslie, too,” he says. “She, um, she kinda reminded me of you a little bit.”

      “Oh really?” i ask, surprised. “How so?”

      “She’s a bit of a bookworm, doesn’t wear a lot of fancy clothes,” he smirks, “Closest friend is a boy who likes to run.” He winks at me, andI feel my cheeks burn.

      “You are not my closest friend,” I say bluntly. Then I realise how harsh it sounds. “Oh, God. I didnt mean it like that. Shit. Please dont hate me.”

      Peter smiles. “It's fine. You're not exactly a friend either.”

      "And here I was thinking we were a little closer than friends.” Shit. I look at Peter, who doesnt try to hide his smile. 

      ‘Where are you?!’ I jump as Jean’s voice fills my head. ‘Fifth period has almost begun! We’ve got natural science, so stop screwing your boyfriend and get up here!’

      “You alright, (Y/N)?” Peter asks. “You look a little spooked.”

      “Yeah, I'm fine,” I say. “Jean just started shouting at me, I've got natural science.”

      “Yeah, I have that with you,”Peter says. in a flash he’s on his feet. “Want me to run you to class?” he says in a posh voce.

      “Oh, I’d be honoured,” i say, mimicking the Queen. We both laugh as I stand up, and still laughing, he lifts me up with ease bridal-style. I've never wished that he wasn't as fast as the speed of sound until suddenly we're at the door of the lab.

*

      Tomorrow night's the dance. Everyone's got a date and everyone can’t stop talking about it. Thankfully, Jean, Ororo and Jubilee have finally accepted that nothing they say will compel me to go, and have stopped bugging me about it. That doesn’t mean I’ve escaped entirely though.

      “So I was thinking,” Jean says, tapping her chin with a pencil. “Hair down, or hair up?”

      “Your hair's so pretty,” Ororo says. “Definitely hair down.”

      “It would look nice in a bun,” Jubilee argues. “Or a braid.”

      I roll my eyes as I return to my book. It’s the end of the schoolday, which means Jubilee and Ororo have decided to sleepover in mine and Jean's room for the night, planning for tomorrow. I would leave, but I'm pretty sure it's written in blood that everyone in the friendgroup has to be present for decisions like this.

      I sit, nodding and agreeing politely, my mind wondering every so often. We sit there for hours, plannign everything, from the time they arrive to the time they leave. And when Jean’s not looking, I tuck some condoms into her purse, just in case.

      Finally, I've had enough. “It’s Thursday night, we’ve still got school tomorrow, even if it lets out early,” I say. “I'm going to sleep.”

     “You’re so boring, (Y/N),” Jubilee teases. “Who cares about school?”

     “I do,” I say.

     “It’s just one day,” Ororo says. 

     “Well, I actually like learning,” I lie. “Goodnight."

      I don't like school any more than the next person. What I love is Peter. The days hanging out at the lakes, the classes where I catch him staring, running from our friends to talk privately. That's what I'm looking forward to tomorrow, seeing his mischievous grin when he looks at me.

#peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff #x men quicksilver #quicksilver #quicksilver x reader #x men x reader #x men days of future past #x men dark phoenix #x men apocalypse

[shes-fast-like-me]

Day Seventeen: Home

Day Seventeen: Home

TW: Discussion of drug addiction, sobriety, mental illness, relapse, abandonment issues and suicide. Mentions of vomit/nausea. Ask to tag!

Pairing: Established Lifetane (you know me :P)

this is decades late but i still wanted to post this even tho i didnt finish the challenge so. here ya go

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He wakes up pretty late these days but it's okay. Ajay says it's probably better for him than his old schedule of going to bed at 5am just to wake up at 8am for a morning jog. Running on three hours of sleep his whole life wasn't healthy, according to her. Well, maybe he could see some truth in that.

Waking up to an empty, messy pink room was always nice. The blinds at the window did a poor job of masking the fact that it was almost noon and that Ajay had been awake for several hours already, starting the day without him.

He didn't feel like getting out of bed.

Maybe he was just tired or it was the anxiety eating him up from last night but he didn't want to stop sleeping. For the first time in decades, sleeping felt genuinely comforting to him and he'd hate to leave now and lose the comfort and warmth of their shared bed.

Or maybe it was withdrawals, making it hard for him to lift his head off the pillow and get up to put on his legs and start another day without his crutch. It was so damn hard to get through a day without at least one substance, but he was doing okay. Two weeks sober. A small victory but a victory nonetheless, Ajay had said. He wasn't really feeling like a winner right now though. This feeling sucked.

A twist in his stomach and a wetness in his mouth as he lifted his head confirmed his suspicions. Yep, definitely withdrawals. He knew he wasn't going to actually vomit though, but the thought still crossed his mind. He forced himself to stand up.

The world outside their bedroom was a lot brighter than the gloomy, sun-shielded bedroom. Honestly, Ajay should just leave the blinds open in the mornings despite the sun shining directly into Octavio's sleeping face. Maybe it'd wake him up in a happier mood.

"How yuh doin'?"

In the kitchen, Ajay stood over a pan of sizzling eggs, still in her pyjama shorts and in one of his many black t-shirts with some band's logo on it. His eyes definitely lingered on her frame before he crept towards her and wrapped his arms around her middle.

"Am fine." He mumbled into her shoulder and kissed the back of her neck. Honestly, his back kinda hurt from sleeping in his usual overly-contorted way but besides that and his withdrawal symptoms he was definitely better than he had been yesterday.

Ajay hummed, "Tha's good to hear."

Honestly he didn't wanna let her go but she needed to move in order to finish up their 'breakfast', if you could even call it that at this hour. It was nearly 2pm, he noted from glancing at the clock above her.

He leaned on the counter next to the stove and watched quietly as the eggs sizzled and spat oil around on the pan.

He wanted Stim, just for little bit, just to go for a short morning run, but he was tired. He couldn't mess up his two week sobriety streak now either. Plus, Ajay would be disappointed in him and that would hurt more than the actual drug use. He glanced at her face fearfully as if to check if she was reading his thoughts. Sometimes when he thought too loudly he was afraid others would hear him and realize what a fuck up he was. He didn't want Ajay to know he was struggling that bad.

"Whatcha thinkin' about? You're starin' at me." Ajay mused and smiled, plopping the eggs onto two plates with some bacon on the side.

Embarrassed, he dropped his gaze. "Nothin’.”

Ajay nodded for him to walk over to the table as she handed him his plate. They sat down together, Ajay bumping her pedicured feet up against where Octavio's stumps met his prosthetic legs under the table.

"Yuh father called this morning."

Octavio's blood suddenly ran cold and he winced. "What did he want?"

"Askin' about the holidays, thinks he's gettin' invited over," She picked at her food with her fork, "I told him to piss off."

A small smile crept onto his face at that. At least Ajay had his back.

"Mm, I dunno, nena. Weren't you gonna visit your Nana in Olympus before we go back to Talos for the next season?"

"Plans changed," she shrugged, "I'd rather stay with you here."

He furrowed a brow. "I could come with you, you know."

"There's no reason for us to go to Olympus again. This is our home now." She said firmly.

Home, huh? Her little apartment on Psamathe, in a small, rural area away from Olympus and the big cities...

Our home, she said. With Octavio included in it. Granted, he had lived with her for the past three months or so but he never thought of it as being permanent. Would she really let him live here with her?

"I can see the gears turnin' in your head, O. Did ya think I would just kick ya out after a while?" She joked and Octavio knew it was playful but... something about her wording really struck a nerve within him and before he could even realise and stop it, the tears were in his eyes.

What’s happening? Why was he so scared of her leaving? Why did he even consider this as a possibility?

"....Yeah." His voice wavered.

It felt like he was with his father and the world was crashing around him all over again. He could remember how mad his father was when he refused to let Octavio come back home, how he said he had had enough of dealing with his failure of a son, told him that he's an adult now and could just fend for himself now. He remembered ending up on Ajay's couch, and later in her bed, that first night and how terrified he was. Nausea clawed at his stomach. Everything was coming back to him so violently, it felt like he was back to being a scared, broken man at the doorstep of his father's home. Overwhelmed.

"O, it's alright, I didn't mean it like that." Ajay stood up and he could barely make out her silhouette through the blurriness in his eyes. He was shaking and when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, he instinctively pulled her closer, almost as if holding on for his dear life.

He didn't want to be left alone again. Not by her. He couldn't deal with it. He wouldn't live through the loss. He'd have such a destructive breakdown, he'd lose his streak and kill himself in the process. He just knew it, he just knew he couldn’t survive without her. It’d kill him. It'd be a death sentence.

"I'm not leavin' ya. Ever. You hear me?" She rubbed his back as his tears sunk into her shoulder.

"I'm not leavin'. It's okay."

He nodded. He wanted to believe it, needed to.

"This is our home now, O. You're gonna be alright."

Octavio's whole body shook against hers as he struggled to breathe in, deeply, trying to calm himself down the way his therapist taught him to.

He forced himself to believe that she wouldn't lie to him. No, she had never lied to him before. She was the only person he could ever trust fully. She’d never lied to him and he need to remember that. She wouldn’t leave him.

He took a breath in between sobs.

This was their home now. These walls, the pastel pink walls in the bedroom, the cool wooden flooring, the small but cozy kitchen and living room. The clock on the wall, the stove, the couch, the seats, the table. They were shared.

This was their home, where they laughed and watched movies together on the couch, where they came home and unloaded all the groceries into the fridge, where Ajay held him and reaffirmed that she still loved him and that he was still a fighter, no matter how bad he felt, over and over again, until he believed her.

He believed her. He believed everything she said.

Ajay was what made this place feel like home, and he wouldn’t lose her, not this time.

#hi did someone order abandonment issues :) big serving coming right up #lifetane #octane apex #lifeline apex #apex legends