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teddybeartoji · 2 months

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彡 A THUNDERING FIRST

☆. contains: suguru geto x gn!reader; meet-cute, fluff, trigger warning for a sweaty suguru, double warning for a very flirty suguru!! mentions of teeth and biting bc yk i love that shit wc: 4k

reading in the park can be such a good way to spend the day – you get to hear the lovely little birds sing to each other, you can see the kids faceplant onto the ground and laugh it off, you can smile at passing dogs, you can feel the sun and you can feel the wind and for just a while – everything is good.

it's more windy today than it is sunny but that doesn't bother you too much. the gentle spring wind dances in the trees, swaying the tiny green leaves that are just beginning to grow. the ground is still wet from yesterday's rain but it's not too muddy. you're grateful for the shower anyway, excited for the fresh grass to rise from the soil, pretty flowers alongside it. everything smells good, too. the air is crisp and filled with new beginnings and laughter and now you feel yourself getting a little too poetic.

looking down at your book, you twirl your pen between your fingers as you try to bring your focus back to the words on the pages. okay, reading in the park can be a little distracting sometimes. but most of the time it's not that bad—

you raise your head from your lap when you hear the steady steps and it's weird because you've learned to not give your attention to every passerby.

but this isn't just some passerby. the soles of his feet dig into the ground as he approaches and something about him just pulls you to him. you only have a second to look at him before he passes but it's enough to peak your interest like nothing else.

a pair of dark grey shorts with some black underpants underneath them, a pair of surprisingly clean sneakers on his feet, a pair of black socks, a dark blue almost skin-tight jacket and a black cap are what pull on your ropes but the messy black bun that peeks from under the cap, the various piercings and the dark purple eyes are what tie the knot.

his phone is in a little make-shift bag that surrounds his very big and glorious bicep and he has earphones on. you've never been this observant with a stranger before.

right when he passes by you, his eyes flick down to yours for a fraction of a second and then he's already gone. steady pace and steady steps as he heads down the path in the park, leaving you longing behind him.

you shake your head and once again, try to focus back on your reading. but it's even harder now that you know a man like that is just jogging around the place. you eye him from a distance away, wiping his sweat as he passes another runner. you've never seen anyone run as gracefully as he does. you force your eyes from him and glue them to the pages that lay neglected in your lap.

around eleven minutes later, you hear him again. you just know it's him by the sound of his steps, by the sound of his shoes hitting the ground – you look up and find him already looking at you as he closes in on you. there's a slight flush to his face, beads of sweat rolling from his temple and he looks gorgeous. he gives you a small smile, a really fucking charming one, and jogs on, leaving you staring at him again.

he does glance back at you, though. when he's a minute away and just when the path turns back around, his eyes search for you over the field of trees. his lips pull into a smirk when your head raises toward him and you drop it the second your eyes meet from far away. cute.

another ten minutes have passed and you've reread the same page four times now. the thought of quitting on the book is heavy on your mind as you consider just focusing on the man instead. it feels silly – stealing glances at a random crush at a park but you can't help it. he has wooed you with just about nothing; you don't know nothing about him other than the facts that 1. he's ridiculously good-looking and 2. he's a really fucking good runner. the lap he seems to be doing is one of the biggest ones in the park and yet he seems to be completing it in record time. maybe it's those long legs of his?

you twist and twirl the pen again until it slips from you, rolling onto the ground. you curse under your breath and then you hear him again. scrambling from your spot, you hastily grab the pen – a little afraid to be in his way; scared to embarrass yourself in front of him.

he's a bit more flushed this time around, sweatier and sexier. he exudes confidence; like not the type to be an annoying fuck-boy but more of a dangerous one. the type to break your heart like it's nothing but a glass toy. but then he gives you another smile and the thoughts fades. his smile is soft and his eyes crinkle as he does so. he nods his head at you and you do it back – you reckon you're really getting somewhere here. is this flirting works?

you watch him run off and almost die when he glances over his shoulder to get another look at you. a blink and you would've missed it – a wolfish grin; wide and sharp, it merely flashes at you but when you squint your eyes to observe him closer, he's already too far again.

your heart is beating way too fast for a person that's literally sitting down and your hands feel clammy. damn. luckily, you have the wind to help you cool down as you try to think of a plan to get his attention. you'd offer him water but that's a bit too far from a complete stranger. you'd ask him— what would you ask him? how's the run? no, that's bad. how's the weather? horrible. what kind of music are you listening to? c'mon, you can do better than that. come here often? awful, just awful. you decide that you won't say anything – stopping his run for some small talk would just be awkward and you'd rather just keep looking at him. that's the safe bet, that's what you'll do.

he's back. he's on his fourth lap and he doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon. all self-respect has gone with the dancing wind as you blankly stare at the handsome stranger. the tips of his ears have grown red too and he's really panting now. he's just so— he slows down. his steps falter a few feet from you and your eyes widen. well, you didn't really consider the possibility of him starting the conversation. you check the name of your book to make sure you won't make a complete fool of yourself and repeat your own name in your head. there's no room to fuck up with a guy like him.

he glances down at his feet and your eyes follow. oh... his laces are undone. that's... disappointing. you're about to curse yourself for even thinking that he'd actually wanna talk to you but his silky smooth voice breaks your little bubble.

"may i?" his slender finger is pointing the bench your sitting on and you can't to open your mouth, humming an reply instead. his posture is extraordinaly as he walks to you and plops down a bit too close for a stranger (you most definitely do not mind).

it's quiet for a moment before he speaks up again. "what are you reading?"

you quietly thank yourself for checking the name and introduce it to the man beside you. even as he's tying his shoelaces, he has a strong presence. he keeps glancing at you from the corner of his eye, letting you know that he is in fact listening to you. when he's done he leans back against the bench and sprawls out his arms on the backrest; one of his is dangerously close to your shoulder but he'd never make that move this early. he just wants to make clear that he is as interested as you are. he lets his legs spread out a little wider, situating himself a bit more comfortably on the wooden bench and you stealthily pinch yourself for stealing a look at his strong thighs.

"you know, i thought about what to say but i couldn't come up with anything good... 'how's the run?' is pretty stupid, isn't it?" you ramble as you feel yourself melt under his gaze.

"you thought about what to say?"

...

"i– "

your head falls down to your chest as your whole body heats up – now you're actually afraid of melting away. you hide your burning face in your palms and you sigh. so much for not embarrasing yourself, huh? he in turn, lets his head fall back as he grins up at the sky. his lip piercing shines under the greyish light and his eyes fall shut as he basks in your flustered state.

when he feels like your cuteness meter is just about full - he lets you off the hook. "that's really sweet of you."

peeking from between your fingers, you look at him. his eyes peer from underneath his cap, and in a way, it's really adorable how you're both hiding your eyes from each other. maybe not even hiding, but just, sheltering them. gauging when to finally drop the act and let yourselves stare at each other freely just the way you actually want to.

"not totally embarrassing?" you joke, forcing down the nervousness and letting a smile sprout on your lips instead.

"not at all." he assures with his saccharine voice. you almost believe him.

"it's never a bad thing to be prepared." you've known him for mere minutes but you know he's teasing. the tease is smoothly hidden in his charismatic tone but it's there nonetheless. a bead of sweat rolls from his temple and he wipes it with the back of his hand.

you bite the inside of your cheek as you drop your hands but avert your gaze, turning to the trees for a boost of strength.

he'd never admit it but... he too had to think of a way. he too thought that it'd be too weird to just ask about your book – he had to think of a way to break the first barrier. so, he untied his laced before he reached you. but that's a secret.

"suguru."

you whip your head your back to him, surprised by his little introduction. you repeat his name out loud and it tastes like honey, the syllables falling from your lips like a sweet goo. he does the same with yours and you swear you've never heard anyone say it the way he just did. there's a purr to his voice, coming from deep inside his chest - each letter is given so much thought and care. accompanied by the determined look in his eyes – you're just grateful you're already sitting down; he has your knees feeling weak, the muscles in your body tensing as he shifts just a little closer. barely an inch but it's enough to speed up your heart even more, enough for your body temperature to be reaching a new high.

his hand reaches over and you follow it in slow motion; you can hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears as his fingertips graze your cheek. heat blooms from the touch and you feel like you're about to burst into a thousand little butterflies.

"you got a little something here..."

he takes notice of the warmth even though the contact lasted a fraction of a second – he's as observant as ever. his foxy eyes twinkle with a dose of smugness, a certain heat running through his body at the effects he seems to have on you.

pulling his hand back, he displays the single eyelash he just caught on his pointer finger right in front of your face. "c'mon, make a wish."

he watches your eyes flick from his finger to his eyes and then back down, he watches your brain work out your silly little wish. he thinks about what his would be and wonders whether you'd want the same.

you inhale sharply before blowing on his finger, letting the eyelash take flight and disappear with the wind. smiles bloom on your faces – the childish act bonding the two strangers forever.

"the run was good, by the way." he rests his hand back behind your shoulders, making you subconsciously lean closer. "the weather is good; i like this better. hard to focus when the sun is bearing down on you."

you nod your head, utterly bewitched by the man before you, and he knows it too. "'though it's hard to focus when i have you sitting here, too."

he has you hooked and he won't let you go. your eyes widen as his bore into you, absolutely feeding off of your every reaction.

"oh, you're killing me..."

"am i? i'm sorry for that, sweetheart."

you can't keep the groan that bubbles from the depths of your throat as you double over, hiding your face in your hands again. his quiet laughter rumbles through his chest and when you swear that when you raise your head, a singular sunray shines from behind the clouds. it lights up his smile, his eyes crinkling in the process. wow.

"when are you gonna come here again?"

there's no time to waste – you have to shoot your shot. you have to.

he lets the laughter die slowly, impressed by your sudden burst of confidence. "tomorrow."

"you run every day?" his ego grows in size at the surpised tone and he nods. "wait, how come i've never seen you before then?"

"maybe you were actually reading your book all those other times, hm?"

your heart does a little flip in your chest and you bite down into the soft flesh of your lip. he's sooooooooo...

he adjusts his hips on the bench and catches you looking. he's tempted to make another tease but—

"i would've definitely seen you if you were here. you're kind of hard to miss. very hard to miss actually."

he hides his reaction with a deep hum, infatuated with the fact that you can keep up with him so well despite your flustered state. "i just recently moved here, so... it'd actually be very nice to have somebody to show me around. the coffee would obviously be my treat, you know, if you're down for it, if you want to be that person for me."

his offer almost flies over your foggy head but his last words sink their claws into you at the last minute. the butterflies in your stomach are making you feel sick, a giddy nervousness swimming in your veins.

"i'd love to be that person for you." you nod your head, gluing your eyes to his as the final push to show you that you're as interested as he is. as if that wasn't clear enough already. "mainly for the the free coffee, though."

"right... right..." one of the corners of his lips is crooked upward and he looks so good. he looks like he bites, like he would sink his teeth into you so, oh, so gently and then lick the wound to make you all better again. you're really in it now.

unbeknownst to you – the sky has turned a shade darker, grey clouds now swarming the entirety of the field of blue above you and suddenly you feel a cold drop on your warm skin. and then another. and another. craning your neck up, you take in the foggy ceiling as the rain starts to soak your clothes.

you scramble to pack your bag, throwing your precious book in there before frantically looking for your pen only to have suguru hand it to you with a smile. "here."

"thank you."

you don't want to go. he doesn't want to go. the strap of your bag sits on your shoulder, the soles of your feet dig into the ground but nothing. you chew on your cheek and he picks at his fingernails – neither of you ready to part with each other just yet.

but thunder booms, yanking yourselves out of it. reminding that this chapter is only beginning and that the first page is always the shortest one anyway.

"you're gonna get a cold like this..."

"like what?" the water droplets cascade down his neck as he leans closer.

"oh, i don't know... sweaty and hot? what if the wind and the rain get to you and i don't get to have my free coffee, hm?"

he does want to bite you. his canines bite into his bottom lip as he observes you. how you're completely unfazed by the rain, how your confidence is clearly growing as you tempt him with your words.

"the wind and the rain have nothing on me, angel. i'd kill to get you that coffee." lightning strikes as his words fall from his tainted lips and he can't tear his eyes from you.

finally, he pushes himself off the bench and you watch him stretch his whole body like a big cat. an inch of skin shows itself from below his jacket, his happy trail making your eyes bulge before you clear your throat with a quiet cough and push yourself up aswell. making sure you have everything, you check your bag and your pockets and turn to him, only to find him already staring down at you. he's tall. he looked tall before too... but now that you're standing next to him – he's really fucking tall. and he seems to be thinking the same thing as he takes the oppurtunity to assert a little dominance by closing the distance between you.

"and maybe the rain will do you some good too... maybe it'll help you cool off, yeah?" there it is again – hidden by a tone of genuine advice – the tease. it slips from his curved lips with ease, with too much ease, and you hate that you can't even argue with him. you burn under his eyes and the rain is seemingly the only thing that's keeping you alive at this point.

"i think you should buy me so many coffees." you sigh, clutching onto your bag strap. he's towering over you, so you need just about anything and everything to keep your composure.

"yeah? what for?" he laughs. god, you love his laugh.

"for putting up with your teasing. i think i deserve a reward, honestly."

it looks like a scene out of a romantic little movie – the two lovers standing in the storm; fingers twitching beside their bodies, gazes lingering on each other for longer than they should. nobody would guess that this is your first meeting.

"terrible manners, by the way. i can't believe i'm still talking to you." you give him another sigh, albeit an overly dramatic one this time.

suguru hasn't been this beguiled since... ever probably. yes, his friends tend to give him snarky comments like this but it's entirely different coming from you. it gets his heart pumping like nothing else – the rush from the run has nothing on you.

"oh, my deepest apologies, your highness. shall i kiss thy hand before we part?"

his little bit coaxes out a loud cackle – his chest swells at the sweet melody, getting addicted already.

"yes! yes, i think you should do that, kind sir." your cheeks hurt from smiling when you hold your hand out for him, testing whether he'd actually do it.

(he's forcing down a full-body reaction at you calling him sir.)

suguru is not a man to back down and you're about to learn all about it. the thunder rumbles loudly, echoing through the park he takes your smaller hand into his bigger ones, raising it to his mouth. his purple eyes twinkle at you and your breaths are getting shorter and shorter. his lips graze your wet skin before he's fully pressing them against you, all while keeping eye contact with you.

a shiver runs up your back and you're about to pass out. or throw up. or die. something is happening to you and he's the sole reason behind it.

he lowers your hand and offers you another dangerous grin; his sharp teeth glint from behind his pretty lips as the lighting flashes again and you gulp.

"don't die on me now."

...

your jaw drops and you place your hands on your hips, tilting your chin up to show your 'annoyance'. "exactly what was the point of the kiss, if you plan on continuing your little act, hm, suguru?"

"the point is to get to kiss you again."

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oh.

this stranger will be the death of you. your whole body flushes again, your own built up cockiness fades away, leaving you small and shivering before him. the perfect prey ready for picking.

"not today though. can't have the highness grow too big, now can i? but perhaps next time? over that promised coffee?" his voice is sticky and sweet, meant as a trap to catch little doves like you.

you squeak out a mhmm as he's already getting his phone from his little bag.

by now, you're both absolutely soaked. the spring thunder cleans you from the groggy winter feelings and thoughts and gives life to... whatever this is going to bloom into.

you exchange your socials, giggling at how the screens refuse to cooperate under the rain but you get it done nonetheless.

"please, don't get sick."

"if i do, you'd nurse me back to health though, wouldn't you?"

you slap his chest, unable to bear the teasing little remarks any longer. his charisma knows no bounds and it's 100% not what you expected him to be like. maybe you should've – the eyes betray him.

"probably, yeah. nurse you from this horrendeous act. where are you learning it from anyway? some terrible love coach?" you scoff.

"something like that yeah." he trails off, once again hypnotized by the way your wet eyelashes shine when you blink up at him.

"okay-okay, we have to stop this now or we'll both get sick." you shake your head, physically trying to remove every thought of him that has been swimming in your head for the past hour or so. he hums as a reply. he fixes the cap on his head and awaits for you to make the first move.

it's taking everything in you to do so – it's almost as if you're glued there, right in front of him and it just feels right. his voice is right, his words are right, his eyes are right, his lips, his teases; but when the thunder booms again, you know it in your guts that he's gonna be in your life for a long time.

this kind of turned into smth way different than i intended but i'm not mad hihihi

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sysig · 4 months

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Blind side (Patreon)

#Doodles #UT #Handplates #Sans #Papyrus #Gaster #Sans closing his good eye every once in a while and keeping his blind eye open - obviously he does so in-game as well so it's a style-match #It's just interesting in the context of him being textually-confirmed blind in Handplates hehe #There's a level of vulnerability there! Not more than closing both eyes around someone - and potentially also distrust!#''I'm baring myself blind right now but /you/ don't need to know that'' - it suits him ♪#Especially when he does it around Papyrus! Because obviously Papyrus knows about his partial blindness #But when he's trying to be duplicitous - the way he looks at him sidelong with his blind eye when he's trying to lie unsuccessfully ugh <3 #And again-again it being about how much he trusts Papyrus! That he can be a little lazy or spacey and Papyrus will help him!#Also something about his entire right side being impaired - pawing around with his plated hand for something he can't see on that side #The dynamics! Internal and external! Very good like them lots #And then there's Gaster lol ♪ Throw him into the mix I'm sure it won't make a mess at all haha #I guess he's visiting? Just spacing out - he and Sans have a lot on their minds - separately haha #I do love how Sans pushes Gaster to be kind to Papyrus - very deservedly! He wants Papyrus to be happy of course #And he's obviously still angry with Gaster a lot but how might that present itself when Papyrus is Papyrus at Gaster hehe #Even just in that small jokey way of ''you tryin' to step on my turf?'' hehehe #Especially since the comparison wouldn't even come up if he had two functioning eyes hm?? Right Gaster???? Lol #Speaking of that scene and Sans' partial blindness tho ughhughuhg <3 <3 The fact that Sans stands with Gaster to his blind side #It's the vulnerability/distaste/confidence of it all! He's grown up so much it's all right there in how he holds himself #That he either trusts Gaster enough not to attack him - starting to believe him - or that he has enough faith in himself to protect himself #And only looking at him with his peripherals unless he looks directly at him hghhhgh I am Normal about shot composition I swear lol #Also I like how that last panel turned out lol - Sans just appears at the bottom of the steps like how's it going. care to gtfo thx

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demigods-posts · 5 months

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something that i would absolutely love for the show to do is to have percy and annabeth have another private moment to themselves. annabeth explaining the feud between poseidon and athena, and how it might mean that she and percy were destined to never be friends. only for percy to reassure her that their parents actions don't define them. that whatever happens in the future, he'll fight next to her. and annabeth assumes its because he needs someone who won't hesitate to make a tough decision, like he stated back at camp when he was picking people for the quest. only for him to correct her and say that it's because he considers her a friend.

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nevarroes · 26 days

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#art tag #gortcas #casim carnarvon #sorry guys proper context some other time maybe idk how to do it right now so no caption it is🤕#the tldr is that Gortash offhandedly talked about how Cas can make him as fat as he pleases but really it wont make him him his #basically that he only allows Cas to have his way but hes still in full control #which is true yes and Cas knows that to an extent but its not something he wants to hear #because Cas very much holds onto the hope that Gortash will be his forever at some point. phsyically #because again. Cas won't ever believe just words he simply is unable to even if Gortash could never love anyone else #at the same time while yes he obviously enjoys the whole weight gain he does not consider his own enjoyment a good reason to do things #Cas is someone that very much disregards his own enjoyment of things as well as his wellbeing #Cas is just pulling away instead of acting mad in an obvious way. hes sticking around but hes not feeding or teasing him about his weight #and Gortash? is now left with not knowing how to fix it since Cas isnt acting as he usually does when hes hurt or mad. hes still there #and day after day passes where he yearns to have it back. practically begging Cas to continue so he can prove his devotion #prove that he mustve been wrong with his comment. that Cas can push his body as far as he wants to and he'll be his in the end #thx for reading my tags guys maybe i can share more about this scene some other time🙂‍↕️ for now just have the art

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ifisawyoueverydayforeverwill · 7 months

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Y'ALL NEED TO SEE THIS PANEL

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pharawee · 4 months

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"If you step out of this house, I will assume that you and I are no longer brothers."

#pit babe #pit babe the series #garfield pantach #ping obrnithi #petekenta #pitbabeedit #thai bl #thai drama #bl drama #bl series #my edits.#i had to gif this too because #call me delulu but #pete was looking at kenta's lips up until the moment ken called them phi nong #only then did he push him away #because in his insecurity kenta tried to appeal to him with exactly the wrong thing #he was the one pushing pete away #and i wonder what would have happened if he had called them anything else #i won't be your friend? i won't love you anymore?#if only kenta had been a little braver #if only kenta had dared ask for a little bit more #would he have made pete stay?#or is it the other way around #and if kenta had been braver then he would have gone with pete #anyway there was something there and it was mutual #thanks for coming to my tag talk

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caluette · 18 days

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the truth

#blue lock #blue lock fanart #alexis ness #ブルーロック #art #fanart #blue lock manga #my art #michael kaiser #in spirit #i think about scenarios where ness leaves kaiser #whether just to pass to isagi or for good #and i believe this is the key to kaiser's awakening #given that his “identity”/ego first appeared not out of malice but out of the desperation to protect the one thing he cared about (the ball #and of course his monologue in 260 about how he treats the ball explicitly parallels how he treats ness #which makes me believe losing ness or the risk of losing ness is instrumental in kaiser's reawakening #BUT.#kaiser is a deeply sad angry person and he cannot let the world know he's weak #so i fear that ness leaves him and instead of admitting oh maybe i do care kaiser snaps #because ness can't leave him if he pushes ness away harder right?#kaiser telling ness exactly what he was to him #exactly why he approached him in the first place #you're nothing but a dog #an experiment #because fury covers up the hurt (hurt that kaiser is even angrier that he *has*) and so the damage is done #so that's what this doodle is based on el oh el #and ness is left reevaluating every moment they've ever shared and wondering if it was real at all #(because even if kaiser did care he doesn't have the capacity to realize he did-- i do believe his behavior in 243 was genuine and proof he #-cares for ness in the only way he can he just does not understand that yet because he fundamentally does not understand kindness)#and he won't before it's almost too late

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butterflysonnets · 4 months

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yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

#eve text #elmike #stranger things #byler #only tagging byler because i feel like yall will like this take lol #tagging tagging tagging WHAT ARE EVERYONE ELSE'S THOUGHTS #god i can't believe i'm making a post about stranger things. this feels like poking a bear #i'm not particularly anti m*leven but like... they'd have to do something pretty special at this point for me to feel like it's viable #i'm seeing the bts of s5 and it's got me Having Thoughts #elmike friendship is something i am so passionate about #even before i ever liked byler (didn't ship at all until s4 even though i knew it was a thing before) i've felt this way about elmike #i always believed they were close friends at heart and needed to break up #the romance part of them felt very distinctly young and very much “he was a boy she was a girl” to me #and it hasn't deepened into anything more mature and i don't see how it could based on the current state of the writing...#the fact that lumax exists — a young relationship that is actively maturing and is healthy — makes that clear to me #and the “love confession” in s4 and how disingenuous and miserable it felt was just the nail in the coffin #also the fact that will (who is IN LOVE with mike) was instrumental in making it happen? ... uh... okay... interesting choice…#fucked up and reductive if they make it another queer unrequited love sacrifice for the sake of pushing the heterosexual agenda YUCK #so i really hope the speculation about a m*leven breakup is real!! i think it just makes sense for their characters but who knows #i don't believe in the notion of love at first sight or one true love and i think the writers don't too???#love to me is an accumulation of experiences and we inevitably choose it at some point rather than fall into it... but idk #tv is so fixated on keeping couples together... sometimes it's just not reality guys especially with young people... LET IT GO...#like i said though i'm not 100% sold that they're going to give up their “golden couple” LMAO #stranger things hasn't historically subverted too many tropes if i'm being honest #anyway i seriously need this season to come out quickly... i'm so bored and getting my master's is crushing my soul #i need frivolity #ALSO btw i won't respond to hateful messages about this so please don't bother. it's not that serious. this is a netflix show

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respectthepetty · 4 months

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It's the compliments that hurt the most.

Queer angst, my old friend.

#cooking crush #cooking crush the series #I love Fire's mom #parenting has to be hard #and she truly wants the best for her son #which is why she pushes him #and compliments him #she thinks he is great #so it must be hard for Fire thinking he isn't living up to her expectations #but she'll love him no matter what #but that fear is always there #that maybe she won't

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athousandbyeol · 1 month

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of rooftops, secrets, and us.

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firenati0n · 1 month

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several sentence sunday <3 :)

hello friends :) thank you to @welcometololaland @anincompletelist @suseagull04 @bigassbowlingballhead @indestructibleheart

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@theprinceandagcd @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tags :) :) i finally have some sentences. i have been struggling a lot with reading and writing recently. so, I'm writing something that makes me happy to bring the juice back.

here is a peep at angel!henry sequel. because honestly, writing him experiencing joy at small human things is helping me recalibrate myself and find my own tiny joys. i am doing this for me. it is a love letter to humanity from me to you, but also a reminder to myself

The Victoria & Albert museum is lively today. Henry hasn’t been back to the Cast Courts since he last visited in his time of need, the heaviest he had ever felt, his whole being sagging under the weight of the world’s pain he elected to shoulder. If he stares hard enough, he can almost see a shadow of his former self staring up at Trajan’s Column, can almost run his fingers across the desperation written all over his face as he seeks comfort in Civitali’s angels; his hands clasped and cold and pleading. Now, his hands are warm, nestled in Alex’s palms, calloused fingertips absentmindedly running over Henry’s knuckles. It makes Henry feel grounded, tethered to a reality he never thought he deserved, but has manifested nonetheless. He takes in the statues with a new perspective, a newfound respect. Yes, they endured. Yes, they were seen, and they were loved. But now, Henry is too. Seen and loved, in the way that matters, with an end in sight. Henry’s never been happier to reject eternity.

xoxo roop

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#roop writes #several sentence sunday #fic: angel!henry 2 #idk y'all things have been just Not Great in the house and i have been floating through today very numb and quiet #and i am forcing myself to post this for accountability #but also dopamine #just waiting to exhale if that makes sense. i feel like i have been holding my breath for so long in wait of something that won't come #angel henry in the cast courts is autobiographical #i remember standing there last year feeling so untethered #and hoping i would open my eyes to some kind of answer or push #turns out that's not how it works!#so now henry gets to find answers and happiness #because it is what he deserves #but it is also what i deserve

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deadnatura11 · 5 days

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This picture is giving me the brain worms. Why you ask? Why??

I think this is the scene that kicks off Eddie’s feelings realizations and coming out arc THOUGH HE WON'T UNDERSTAND IT.

After Chris makes his decision, after Eddie tells Ramon and Helena about the will, all that's left is Eddie and Ramon while Chris, Helena, and Buck finish packing.

Eddie is too angry, at his parents, at himself, to speak. So he listens as Ramon does.

And Ramon tells Eddie he wishes it hadn't come to this, that they'll look after Christopher until he is ready to go back, until Eddie is in a good place to be Chris's father again. He also tells Eddie that he has a good thing here, that he has created a family for himself and he is proud of Eddie for having someone in his life as special and as good as his friend, Buck who loves Chris as much as Eddie does, and wishes Eddie could see what it is he already has.

All of this flies over Eddie’s head, he doesn't understand it. Doesn't have the time to as Helena, Buck, and Chris enter the room.

#9-1-1 on abc #911 on abc #911 abc #ramon diaz #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x eddie #christopher diaz #evan 'buck' buckley #like i think ramon is better at reading his son than eddie gives him credit for and can tell that eddie is too caught up in his own grief #to see that he has someone in his life that he's sought after for so long #and this is his way of giving him his blessing #to push him in the right direction somewhat to heal #but since eddie isn't in the right headspace it won't make sense until much much later #911 spec

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barrel-crow-n · 4 months

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Kaz has three animal motifs all to himself

The Crow

The Dog

The Shark

The Crow

This one is the most apparent. It's his symbol, the sign of his gang, the tattoo on his arm, the name of his crew, the bird that nests around his territory.

The crow represents many things: death, danger, misfortune and illness. Kaz identifies with all of these, and uses them as his armour. He brings and causes death, he is dangerous, it is people's misfortune to cross him, he allegedly causes people's flesh to wither and die at his touch. However, it also describes his life. Everyone he has cared about has died, he lives in constant danger in the Barrel, misfortune caused him to catch the plague, be mistaken for dead, thrown on the Barge, and lose his brother. He became ill with the Queen's Lady Plague and "died". But crows also represent: rebirth, self-reflection, intelligence, and loyalty. Kaz was reborn in the Ketterdam harbour. He decided to never love again to never hurt again, believing love to be the cause of loss. He's scarily intelligent, probably the smartest man in the city. His gang is loyal and his crew is loyal - he gathers people around him that will never betray him. Jesper, his second that will do anything Kaz says. Inej, the girl who would kill a dozen men to protect him.

Also: "Crows remember the faces of the people who wronged them. But they also remember those that were kind. They tell each other who to watch out for, and who to look after." Kaz remembers everyone who has ever wronged him and goes after them in a bloody quest for vengeance, but he also looks after his people.

He is deeply associated with the crow, but he also personally relates to it.

The Dog

One of his nicknames is "Per Haskell's rabid dog" and he has all of the qualities that the dog symbolises.

Dogs symbolise: guidance, protection, loyalty, fidelity, faithfulness, alertness, and love, strength, courage, and tenacity.

Guidance: Kaz is a leader. He's a gang leader, he's the leader of the crows. He makes the plans and finds the resolutions of problems and difficulties that they face. But he also helps others, in his own way. He never judges Nina for what she did to Matthias, and not only does he focus more on what Wylan can do instead of what he can't, he gives him advice. He tells Wylan that he should not be ashamed, that shame eats men whole, that he doesn't need to be able to read to be valuable.

Protection: Kaz is very protective. When Inej got stabbed, he killed a dozen men and carried her all the way to safety despite his limp. He has his crew's back in a fight. He offers safety and protection to his gang: threatening retaliation if one of his own is hurt. He gives Wylan his father's empire. He lies for Jesper to Colm and refuses to give Jesper the parem. He looks after his own.

Loyalty: Kaz is committed to the Dregs. They are his gang and he does his best to look after them. He made their revenue, makes them money, insulates the house, pays for the water. He looks after them in a fight, too. And of course, he expects the loyalty back.

Fidelity: He is exclusively loyal to his gang, and his friends. When Pekka says that he offers a Kaz a place in the Dime Lions Kaz deadpans that he'd rather "be roasted on a spit with Van Eck turning the handle". This is partly because he utterly despises Pekka, but it is also partly that the Dregs are his people. He may not exactly see them as a family but he cannot deny that that is what they are. "Did Muzzen have any family?" "Just the Dregs." Kaz admits that the Dregs are a family, and Inej says that Per Haskell was a little like a father to Kaz, and Kaz like a son to Haskell. He wouldn't betray them.

Faithfulness: He is true to his word and never breaks a promise once he has given it.

Alertness: Kaz is always alert. He's always ready for a fight, or for something to go wrong.

Love: At Kaz's core, he deeply believes in love. His motivation for revenge was not that he got conned out of money, it was the loss of his brother and the feeling of betrayal that Pekka caused by pretending to replace the family he had lost, only to snatch everything away. Whenever he threatens someone, he threatens to hurt their loved ones, because he believes it's the worst kind of pain - he experienced it himself. He loves Inej so much that he's willing to try and better himself for her. He accidentally calls Jesper by his dead brother's name.

Strength: Kaz is strong - physically, emotionally, and mentally. Physically, he dangled a clerk by the legs from the top of a light house for an extended period of time, fought a whole gang on his own, and many other feats. He can handle running and fighting even when he is in agony. Emotionally, he manages to maintain a poker face at everything and almost nothing fazes him; when something does, he doesn't dwell on the pain, but on how to get revenge or how to save the person being hurt. Mentally, he managed to push past the trauma and swim back to shore from the Reaper's Barge using his dead brother's body as a raft. He was able to try and push past the trauma to try loving Inej.

Courage: Kaz is brave, and strong in the face of pain and grief. He went and fought the Dregs on his own, has survived so much and still kept going.

Tenacity: Kaz never stops. He's persistent and he won't ever quit. He doesn't quit on his revenge at Pekka, he doesn't quit even when the Dregs nearly kill him in the Slat fight. He keeps trying until he gets what he wants.

The Shark

Kaz's eyes are often compared to that of a shark: black and cold. He also has the qualities that the shark is a symbol for.

The shark symbolises: power, superiority, authority, focus, determination, adaptability, and self-confidence.

Kaz has a lot of power. He is now the king of the Barrel and very rich. He's the leader of his gang and no longer has a boss. No one tells him what to do. He's superior to most in the Barrel - more ruthless, more driven but also, ironically enough, morally superior. Not just in the Barrel, but to more socially acceptable people. He doesn't deal with slavers and despises the skin trade. He is actively against slavers and bawds. Kaz also has a lot of authority. He's the leader, and the Dregs and the Crows follow his orders without question.

Kaz is very focused. Mainly on revenge. He has nothing else in his life, just that primal urge to take down Pekka Rollins. He is also determined in this focus yielding results. He doesn't give up. Ever. Even when everything is falling down around his head, he finds a way to flip it around and end up in control again.

Kaz is extremely adaptable. He became what he had to be to survive the Barrel. He became cruel and mean and ruthless because that's what it took to survive the Barrel. When something goes wrong on a job he always has a spare plan and when those run out (which is rarely) he is good at improvisation. He can turn even what seems like an utter loss, into a win.

Kaz is very self-confident. Arrogant, too. He knows that he's good at, and exactly how skilled he is at what he does. He confidently went to the Slat and fought a dozen gang members, he broke into the Ice Court - one of the most impenetrable strongholds in the world, he's confident in his plans, and he knows how to make people stand down, bring them to their knees. He uses people's loved ones against them because everyone has someone they love that he can use, this has no exceptions. Sure, he failed to use Wylan against Van Eck, but he managed with Alys. Using people's loved ones is absolutely a good technique and he knows it. He knows he's skilled in fighting, blackmail, breaking and entering, etc. and he's confident in his abilities.

#he is also a cat cuz he hisses when you approach and won't let you pet him but when you start to show love he goes. oh. that's nice #also he asks for attention in funny ways like breaking into wylan's house and pushing wine glasses off of tables #the dog one is really detailed because at first glance kaz doesn't really display those qualities #but he really really does #also notice how none of them are prey animals #and can be associated with death #kaz brekker #six of crows #six of crows duology #animal motif #i LOVE animal motifs

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