#i cannot explain how much i loved this scene

[thisnightissparkling089]

Long analysis and parallel of Tim x Lucy vs. Owen x Cristina (Grey's Anatomy) regarding trauma below the cut.

I rewatched 6x07 yesterday afternoon while resting, and that awkward ending scene with Tim and Lucy.

I previously compared Tim and Lucy to Owen and Cristina from Grey's Anatomy, when Owen has PTSD from the war and continues to push Cristina aware for fear of tainting her with his trauma and because he doesn't feel deserving of his love. Cristina tells him she knows what she can handle and she'll decide when enough is enough.

Which is what Lucy should have had the option to do and why I loved her speech to Grey so much.

"Shouldn't I be the one to decide what I deserve and if I even want better?" Yes, Lucy, you should.

The ending scene of 6x07 reminded me of Owen and Cristina yet again. In Greys, they break up early on and try and give each other space.

One of their first meetings after the break up, Owen is coming off the elevator, and they try to have a conversation, but can't. All Owen can say is "Take care now."

Cristina ends up confronting him after work, calling him out for being happy that day and trying to make small talk.

"Take care now?! What even is that??"

Owen hands her a piece of paper, which she reads aloud.

"Hey there now"

"Take care now"

"Nice work, Yang"

He explains that these are all three word sentences he and his therapist came up with so that he would have something he could say to her that wasn't the three words he wanted to say "I love you."

"The three words that you know I feel but cannot say, because it would be cruel to say them to you, because I'm no good for you. I don't want to torture you. I don't want to look at you longingly when I know I can't be with you. So yeah, I'm smiling. And I'm saying things like take care now."

I'm seeing so many takes lately that Tim was cold and aloof, and how dare he make small talk like nothing is happening.

THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT.

He's making the small talk and he's keeping his distance because he's in love with Lucy and yet doesn't feel good enough for her. He thinks she deserves better. And so he's trying to get her to move on. Which is stupid, yes. I agree. Lucy should get to decide what she wants and deserves, as she said.

But Tim cannot see past that. He is quite literally his own worst enemy right now.

I'm hopeful that through therapy, he can begin to see that this relationship is about the both of them and that he can learn to love himself and understand that he is worthy of love and that Lucy loves him fiercely, inspite of his flaws.

#the rookie #chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim x lucy #season 6 musings #I also recommend checking out @makeitastrength post on this #as her take is equally excellent

[crispywizardtale]

#i cannot explain how much i love this #as someone who loves anything hands related this scene was like Christmas #i love the gentle hug that Ashi gave when he first arrived #it was slow shy and light because he didnt know how Pun woukd react #and then Pun held his hand #i could have cried right then #it was so incredibly soft #such a small gesture but means so much #and having an honest conversation while holding hands hits harder #they love eachother so much #Pun taking Ashi's hand into his own..... #if i could i woukd have screamed so loud #hand holding messes with my heart alot #Miki's hand holding collection #be mine superstar the series #be mine superstar #jafirst #ja phachara #first chalongrat

[konfizry]

no because you see actually the fact that zelos hates kratos' guts is by far my favorite aspect of zelos. like like the whole betrayal thing and whatnot, honestly, can't relate man, sorry about what happened to you i guess buddy but personally i dont care i just dont

but then back when i found out through finally playing his route + watching tof2 tls that the guy will diss kratos at any given occasion i was taken with renewed appreciation for him. its just too good. (and actually, there are signs of it even before that. like when you run into kratos in sybak and supposedly zelos doesnt know him at all but he still takes a moment to loudly go "omg fuck this guyyyyy" once kratos has left the scene and it's just ertghrteguhireg. zelos actually makes a couple more efforts to have lloyd trust kratos as little as possible. meanwhile theres that character skit in the flanoir area where kratos warns lloyd that there may be "someone in his group with ill intentions be careful no i won't elaborate bye" or whatever. all while k and z are presumably routinely in voice chat arguing over kratos' ridiculous grocery list. what a mess. both of them.) i unironically love it fr. i think it both makes perfect sense from a character perspective, and is hilarious. also it's nice to have one dude be openly hostile towards kratos. what can i say, i live for drama.

so anyway im glad we can all agree that the iselia ranch is a missed opportunity for an absolute train wreck of a skit that should have have happened but didnt.

#it's the one time they can be together come onnnn. where is my one-sided magical swordsman cat fight :((( #tales of symphonia spoilers #kratos is my fave and i love it when he gets dunked on hes a stupid hoe and i thank zelos for his efforts in reminding everyone of that fac #also i cannot for the life of me forget how #colette's flanoir scene is her telling lloyd how amazing kratos is #zelos' heimdall scene is him telling lloyd how much of a fuck up kratos is #and in both instances lloyd seems to have a more positive opinion of kratos afterwards #zelos i dont think you're very good at this #(SAME SHIT HAPPENS IN TOF2 IIRC. zelos starts digging up dirt on kratos. lloyd pries answers out of kratos. kratos explains. #“wow kratos thank you so much for everything you've done for us” #drghdsgtfudsg if i were zelos i'd be fuming. i'd betray the group again over this #(to be fair i think they (colette especially?) do thank zelos for all his behind-the-scenes work as well. but still)) #(kon it's been three days why are you still thinking about this) #kratos is where dismissive/manipulative parental figure and betrayal-generated guilt collide #for zelos #for the sake of his own sanity he cannot see kratos get away with (or worse; obtain forgiveness for) any of this shit IT CANT HAPPEN

[will-toeledo]

okay so i watched the Mario movie and i am very disappointed that luigi and Bowser didn't have intense gay sex 3/10 😒

#bowuigi #bowser x luigi #super mario bros #they knew what they were doing when they made that scene #i literally cannot explain how much i love jack black

[wellhalesbells]

i desperately need to know what "troll the respawn jeremy" is and also hi i love you and everything you've written 🤍 (i regularly go reread the classics because they make me Feel Things)

Okay, so, "Troll the Respawn, Jeremy," is 1) a quote from Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt and b) the fic I've been trying to finish in time for Halloween for like.... years now. I cleverly only remember it exists in September, add a few thousand words, subtract about a thousand even, and then inevitably fail to finish in time. It's a great system, like, absolutely no notes on that, obviously. You're killing it, brain!

I'm honestly not sure how the thought originated in my head now but I do know the prompt for it was nothing more than 'zombie!Stiles' essentially. Stiles dies and the gang brings him back and he's... not quite right. The memories are there but his emotions aren't so he's rebuilding relationships, morality, and the everyday in this new framework where the only thing to stop him being awful is essentially if it's more work or not.

When it's not dark humor, it's actively silly. There's a lot of Stiles building bonds with Erica, Boyd, and Isaac, since he wasn't very close to them before he died meaning they have the least expectations for how he should be behaving. It's a lot of Pack, figuring out how his relationship with Scott is going to evolve and Jackson coming back and Peter's curiosity naturally being piqued by this less self-righteous version of Stiles and he and Stiles and Boyd watching soap operas together because of course they would.

It's a fun one and a humorous one, even with Derek pining in the background and Stiles having to decide what his emotional responsibility for this person is and if he should be the one to police his choices or not. Because, well, there has to be twisted psychology in there, right? It's a resurrection fic, dammit!

It's also a lot of making Derek do the work too, which I like - especially when I have a good reason for it, because Stiles is all path of least resistance, so these people want him, care for him, would like him around and so he would like to be around and preferably in a way where no one's commenting on his behavior so everyone's trying to help him build boundaries, want the right things, do the appropriate action, etc. So Derek's figuring out in real time what Stiles' motivations are and learning to work within them and having exchanges like:

D: "We can’t keep fucking if I die.”

S: “Unless I bring you back.  You might be more fun that way.  Less with the frowny face probably.”

D: “Sounds like a lot of work for you.”

Same kind of thing with making monogamy something Stiles might want by framing it in a way that's appealing specifically to him. It's interrogating in a lot of ways what's necessary to make a relationship work. My little ace brain has questions and this is the only way I know to get answers, okay, LOL

Snippet(s):

“You gonna get all deep and philosophical on me?” The church is a tiny one and Stiles had only ducked inside to avoid, well, everyone.  He hadn’t expected Boyd would follow.  Truthfully, he doesn’t expect a lot of what Boyd does.  He hadn’t thought about him much before he died and even less after. Follow he does though, settles into the pew ahead of and at a diagonal angle to him.  Feet up on the wood next to him, arm stretched out over the back so he’s facing Stiles rather than the front.  Like he’s expecting Stiles to offer the sermon tonight. Stiles blinks at him.  “No, I don’t think so,” he says, when it dawns on him: “Should I?”  He doesn’t know a lot about being dead, having only done it for a short time, but if he’s meant to start spewing revelations, or even Revelations, he’s willing to give it a try. “I’d prefer you didn’t,” Boyd says in his lazy tone of voice that seems indifferent to most everything around him.  Stiles likes that; it sounds like he feels.  “What are you doing here then?” “Isaac was around here.”  It’s close to where he works, this little abandoned site of holy ground.  And Stiles had kind of wanted to see if he’d taken on any vampiric dead-guy traits and couldn’t cross the threshold.  He doesn’t know what the new rules are, and is starting to suspect there aren’t any.  Which is about the most horrible thing he can think of.  “Then his boss called, and he wasn’t, and I was bored.  What are you doing here?” “Keeping an eye out.”  The way Boyd says it, it sounds like, ‘figuring out how many things are wrong with you.’ “Think I’ll start eating brains?”  Stiles is genuinely curious as to what the theories are.  Wants to see if any match up to his own. Boyd shrugs.  “Do you want to?”  He sounds genuinely curious too. Stiles shrugs back.  “I don’t have any moral qualms about it.  But it seems like a lot of work and there’s just pretty much no way they’re as good as Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, right?  It’s a bone-saw and blood and innards versus opening a plastic bag.”  He weighs them in his hands.  “That’s not even a hard decision to make.  If I am a zombie, which I’m not conceding by the way, then I’m a zombie with some serious dietary deficiencies.  I require processed foods, stat.”  Boyd seems to consider this, then decides, “Cheetos would be good.”  After a second, he adds, “I have Runts in my pocket.” Stiles jumps over the back of Boyd’s pew and lands hard near him, says, “Then break ‘em the fuck out, man.”  Stiles steals all the banana pieces spread out on the bench between them, and relinquishes the cherry ones as penance. They don’t talk.  It’s not half-bad.

(Angstier) Snippet #2:

“You’re not you,” Derek says gruffly, not meeting Stiles’ eyes when Stiles lowers his head and looks at him straight on.  Derek and Stiles’ dad, they just can’t ever seem to get there.  Derek says it like he thinks this is why Stiles is here and wants it out of the way.  So Stiles won’t be here any longer.

“Not entirely,” Stiles agrees, tapping his fingers along the counter, the island a buffer between them.  “But the basics are all there, I’m just having a hard time accessing my,” he does a half-assed robot dance, “bleep-blorp-beep morality center.  I kind of think maybe because it just doesn’t exist anymore?”  He grins widely.  “Fucking cool, right?”

Derek stares at Stiles’ adam’s apple, glassy-eyed and blank, says without inflection, “What.”

Stiles slides into the stool at the counter enthusiastically and talks as much with his hands as with his mouth.  “I mean, okay, there’s action and consequence, right?  And arguably the biggest action and consequence: life and death, I defied it and now it’s like, I don’t know, I can’t appreciate that there are consequences.”  He rubs a hand over his buzzed hair, back and forth, back and forth, jolting himself back into the present moment with the spiky side, losing himself in his head when he’s not fighting its natural direction and his hand hydroplanes smoothly over it.  “I just don’t feel things the way I used to and that’s my best guess for why.”

It’s better than his second-best guess: that there’s still a part of him that’s dead, that the only part that ever gave a shit about any of these death-prone people/supernatural whoosie-whatsits didn’t come back with him.

Derek stares down into the depths of his cup, asks it, “Why are you hanging around Isaac?”

Stiles shrugs, staring more intently at Derek the longer Derek avoids his gaze.  He can see Derek’s pulse thudding in his throat, fluttering like it’s trying to escape confinement entirely.  There’s a heaviness to him that Stiles doesn’t think has anything to do with the sleep that’s still clinging to him.  He looks like the weight between his hands, cradling his mug, is as draining as holding up a bowling ball with just his pinky fingers.  “I’m fixing him,” Stiles answers succinctly.

Derek raises an eyebrow.  “Why?”

Stiles shrugs some more.  His gaze drifts down to the folds of the tank top over Derek’s stomach, he wants to flatten his palm there, smooth it out.  Derek looks so warm and defenseless, leaning against his counter, barefoot and weary, defeated and just waiting for someone to finish him off.  “Something to do.  Plus,” Stiles adds, sly and low, “I fix him, I know how to break him.”

“You want to… break him.”  It’s not a question, more like a naked declaration that wishes it were uncertain in the least.  Derek’s eyes are downcast and sad.

Stiles sighs, places his elbow on the counter, drops his chin into his hand and stares at the stubble on Derek’s cheeks, can practically feel the rasp of it against his mouth.  “I don’t know.  Something to do.”  He’s really not malicious, he doesn’t think, just easily bored and inherently curious about how other people work.  Since he doesn’t seem to.

Derek drops his chin against his neck and Stiles watches a slow breath move the weight of him.  He doesn’t ask for anything else, has no more comments to make, almost seems to be rejecting Stiles’ presence simply by virtue of ignoring it.

Stiles stares down at the island, lifts up his other hand.  It hasn’t left behind an outline of perspiration.  He rubs his dry fingers against a dry palm.  Stiles’ hands sweat; they’ve always sweat.

They don’t now.  Now.  Now everything is scorching, burning up sweat and tears before they can even make an appearance on his skin.

He lets out a gusty breath and says quietly, but without judgment, “You shouldn’t have done this.”

Derek’s eyes close, rim of the cup against his lip, expression pained.   “It was my turn,” he says softly into the steam.  Stiles watches him and Derek’s head drifts to the side before he wrenches it back, jaw tight, looking in Stiles’ direction but down at his chest now, where the scar tissue is resting under the cotton of his t-shirt.  “To save you.”

“But you didn’t,” Stiles tells him blankly, but not meanly.

Anyone watching would’ve thought it was an upper-cut though, the way Derek’s whole body rocks with the impact.  His eyes are closed again and he doesn’t look inclined to open them, not while Stiles is still there.  His hand slowly curls around the lip of the counter behind him, holds on tightly.  He still answers though, through some weird sense of debt or something else Stiles doesn’t understand, but he answers, says, “I know.”

Wip list is here!

#omgosh thank you so much for the KIND THINGS #they made me giddy #i cannot explain to you how much this fic should be done and would be if it didn't only exist for me #in this one section of the calendar year lol #that is not helping it. there's also.... i don't want to fix stiles at the end #i'm much less of a 'let's make it so this never happened' person and more of a 'let's live with it' person #and i just don't know how appealing that would be to anyone but me #i already have the last scene dialogue skeletoned - like they're endgame for sure - but they're also not... perfect y'know? #because love isn't the framework for stiles anymore and i KNOW that's not gonna be easy for anyone to deal with lol #i love it but i am also a weirdo so #sterek #teen wolf #!ask #wips #my writing

[bagheerita]

"I feel I was denied critical, need to know information. I am completely out of ammo. That's never happened to me before."

Burt Gummer, Tremors 2 Aftershocks

#tremors 2 #burt gummer #I cannot explain how much I love this scene ❤ it is to me the most perfect moment in all of tremors-dom #Earl is my favorite character but I can definitely see why Burt became the mainstay of the series #thanks for making this gif ❤ youtube won't let me do screen shots 😭

[onaperduamedee]

Not maintagging because this is dangerously close to shitposting but her face as Nyn and Egwene walk in cracks me up:

About to indulge in a smidge of rhetoric mastery to persuade twenty-somethings to save the world.

#j'en connais au moins un et peut-être aussi les trois autres #le premier c'est Anatole #Le second c'est Croquignole #le troisième c'est Barbemolle #le quatrième c'est encore Anatole #Siuan Sanche #Clever as a pike #I've read up to a certain point in the books and I love her mind so bloody much #I love her so much in general #but HER MIND #nom d'un petit bonhomme I think I stop breathing when I read her chapters #she's a force of nature #if Moiraine is indomitable Siuan is inexorable #I cannot explain for the life of me why every tiny sliver of Siuan scene hits so hard but they do #she is deliciously unyielding and smart #her mind constantly in the fast lane #and everyone failing to catch up #ANYWAY this scene was so good and part of it is how much it shows about Siuan #her intelligence and steeliness and fragility and warmth and distrust and impatience and emotional acuity and presence #and the actress captures them all exactly

[queenlucythevaliant]

I'm watching Star Wars with my roommate, she hasn't seen any of it and she is completely unspoiled I am LIVING

#i have instructed her not to talk about it with anyone or look it up or /anything/ until we're done with all three #her reactions! it's like I'm ten again! #as of the end of ep 4 she doesn't think obi wan is actually dead. she thinks he's faking #she's ehh on han but loves luke and especially leia #we're watching with subtitles because English is her second language #and every time Chewbacca says anything it's subtitled like 'arghh' and it's killing me #it's so hard to have conversations about a Thing You Know Every Detail About with someone just being exposed to it for the first time #it's the same problem i had with lotr but actually worse if you can believe it #bc i genuinely cannot remember a time when i didn't know the difference between an astromech and a protocol droid. #or which one wedge antilles is. or the cut backstory with biggs. #or the names of all the different background characters that you only learn from scouring wookiepedia at age thirteen #for the fanfic you and your sister are writing #idk #i remember what it was like to be new to lotr. not so much with star wars #I don't talk about it much on this blog but i am a huge star wars nerd with strong opinions #i had us flip back over to the despecialized edition for several of scenes (you know the ones) even though they didn't have subs available #bc like. you gotta #and then i try to explain the difference to her and realize how esoteric this stuff is in the scheme of things #idk I'm just rambling at this point #getting to introduce a friend to the art that shaped me totally rules #pontifications and creations #a star wars fan like my father before me

[jamietarttsdaddyissues]

thoughts on the trailer??

Thank you so much for asking I am having 1,322,890 thoughts and simultaneously none at all.

(If anyone views trailer content as spoilers and doesn’t want to see them please scroll away!)

So like I said I have so many thoughts about basically every part of the trailer but since this is a Jamie-centric blog and I am a Jamie-centric person I have just been RUMINATING on the scene presumably in Jamie’s childhood bedroom.

A summary of a few things happening in my brain related to that scene:

WHY ARE ROY AND KEELEY THERE HELLO???

JAMIE LOOKS SO CUTE I WANNA SQUISH HIS FACE

THE FOOTBALL BED SET??? THE FOOTBALL ROBE/HOODIE??? THE DARTBOARD?!?!? (Definitely feels like an intentional placement because of Ted loving darts, a million theories I could go into here)

ARE WE GONNA MEET JAMIE’S MOM? MAMA TARTT HERSELF???? God I hope so

In conclusion I am mentally unwell and every time I look at the 3 seconds of Jamie, Roy, and Keeley in that room I just sit there like:

I don’t know if I can make it two more weeks and I also don’t know if I will survive seeing a single second more of season 3. Thank you so much for your question and I hope this helps.

#ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso trailer #Jamie Tartt #Roy Kent #Keeley Jones #I love them your honor #I literally cannot even begin to explain how much that moment of the trailer bodied me #It’s all I can think about #I need 500 fics speculating about that exact scene #please and thank you

[parola-di-winx]

introducing my beloveds and silly little pairing dynamic i accidentally got obsessed with

ref under the cut bc i love it. and other stuff

^ i am enamored with jackass & adjacent

my roxy & selina are little enemies to friends to 😳👉👈 selina's one year older than roxy and grew up on tir nan og whenever the earth fairies fled there while roxy was left on earth as an attempt to protect her (timeline is being reworked but like lazily bc i'm nooo good at that) she Does go a bit batshit with the revenge fairies which leads her to enroll in cloudtower and fuck around w the trix while roxy's tagging with the winx which is when they meet and Clash but eventually we throw them both at alfea and bloom makes sure they room together so we can keep an eye on them And they can keep an eye on each other. whenever they get friendly they're just Annoying and they enable each other in the worst ways and they get into some shenanigans but they're fun and i'm so fond of them !!

#winx club #winx #winx roxy #winx selina #mine #no makeup or nice clothes on this one we are having a snowless winter break on earth doing something Stupid while bloom films it #only Two statement pieces allowed in this one (thee scene hat and some very out of place sunglasses) #i cannot explain how much i love selina's liddol face in this. babygirl #edited like the next day to add the second version that i forgot i wanted to make bc i'm clever like that

[astrxealis]

bg3 is too fun. too fun.

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚ #hii :3 i've gotten a lot better w my fear of the dark in bg3 LMFAO i'm in the shadow-cursed lands and just finished the bit where you can #free the pixie and get immunity to the curse hooray <3 bg3 is so fun oh my god the gameplay the characters the everything #it breaks my heart tho KDBWKFB I'VE BEEN ROMANCING BOTH ASTARION & KARLACH BUT SINCE... YK... karlach's romance finally progresses more #uh. i had to. break up w her for astarion. aha. I MEAN I COULD HAVE... IDK. how to explain. yeah. #wyll's dance scene makes me Head In Hands oh god i love all the origin characters sooo much #gave shadowheart night orchids too! lae'zel is pretty absent rn and you have gale on his suicide mission but uh. yeah. cool (???) #prolly not gna progress more w shadow-cursed lands yet ... kinda wna do the githyanki creche stuff first :P kaboom #anyway astarion is so. so. he is everything. #i've started a durge run too and am a few hours in :] going to romance astarion with my draconic ancestry sorcerer half-elf who is another #flavor of twink LMFAO <3 raghhh cannot wait to progress more and more in bg3 #scared for the endings tho tbh. i've heard online and from others that uh... they leave things to be desired. #really amazing and fun game so far tho :3 !! gameplay is sooo fun i love trying to be strategic and then i love. the game. yes #^_^ going to write more and do other stuff more and get to what i need to do and want to do tho. oh gods. by today i swear.

[mychlapci]

Starscream laser slingshot

Starscream laser slingshot

#starscream laser slingshot #i just got around to actually watching g1 and it is SO stupid. im in love #he has a goddamn laser slingshot. hes a alien fighter jet with a bunch of massive canons and guns embedded into his body #but he's using a laser slingshot #i hope the slingshot never shows up again. i hope it's just in one single scene in all of transformers media and its this scene #i cannot explain how much i love this cheesy 80s bullshit

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

Being into danganronpa is so funny cause sometimes Ill look at canon spinoff stuff like the anime and come out the other end actively feeling worse about liking this game

#shut up me #cannot overstate how this is not about any fan art I just reblogged gdhsjfs #Just thinking about the dr2 anime #I watched the first episode of the dr1 anime and its not Great #but like in a normal way - its just going a bit too fast + not really explaining things + the animation of everyone except monokuma #isnt the best (though the voice acting is really good) #but man. the dr2 anime is something else. with all its bullshit #Id watch an episode and feel like crap after and think ''... but maybe therell be a funny scene with gundham in the next one'' #but nah i stopped it was too much #i dont even know where this is coming from. had a weird day i suppose #someone asked me about my cosplay and said theyd check out danganronpa and i was like ''MM. MAYBE DONT'' #every time that happens I always have the thought like. what am i doing #anyway. i love danganronpa despite it all. what the hell

[universalsatan]

can’t tell if i’m confusing wanting to look like almost stereotypically macho men or just being wildly attracted to them. or both i guess

#i mean i always used to say bi dilemma but im realizing this is mostly just gay now godbless. trans rights #for context. im thinking like. young harrison ford (i Know.; the reason im saying this is i remember Both my mom and dad acknowledging him #as the og Macho Man™️) and because it crossed my dash. jackles. but not really young jackles like s1 dean but matured jackles like more rece #it’s funny cause in practice. the person ive been pursuing (while Also an idiot. maybe i should just accept myself as morosexual at this #point) is actually. very effeminate HAHAHDHAHSJDHSJ #to the extent that my mom has thought he was gay in the past. i was talking about him to my sister and she asked if he was gay LMAO #which is hilarious because as far as i know (and ive known him for… almost 6 years ig? pined for almost 5). i’m Only aware that hes had a #crush on a girl ages ago. but this was also thru a secondhand source we’ve never actually talked about that #we probably should but we’re both idiots i have no idea how it’d be brought up #but in terms of effeminate. hm. he’s actually Really tall maybe over 6ft? and he Can have a deep voice. i think he can sing bass? but he #actually speaks in a higher register. god i wonder if he’s doing the opposite of me. who’s always consciously deepend my voice LMAO #he’s a HUGE plant enthusiast. HUGE. i dont Think he’s ND (or at least he doesn’t from what i can tell. I get vibes) but he straight up has a #plant fixation. knows so much about care. when he worked in greenhouses he learned the latin names for a good portion of them. i know this #isnt exactly ‘effeminate’ but he does all the gardening. oh and to add to it ig. i dont know HOW. he was NOT. irked by gore and blood??? #when i explained to him what my potential job as a crime scene cleaner could entail??? but he cannot STAND bugs. he FREAJED OUT (over text) #at the mention of a spider. so of course. me being the 8yo boy with a playground crush. proceeded to tell him all my Fun Spider Encounters #lets see i think he also really loves to bake? ive seen these elaborate cakes (tp roll for covid. a fish) he’s made on insta. and there was #that one time he brought me those three most MOIST chocolate cupcakes with raspberry buttercream icing. i deadass ASCENDED to heaven. #food IS the way to a man’s heart btw. #oh yeah and the fact that i met him in the first place — well. i play oboe in ensembles. and he’s flute/piccolo. yeaHAHSHAHSHH #LMAO remembering that while he doesnt keysmash (i’ve started to around him. it’s mostly emojis bless his heart) he deadass called me ‘hun’ #oh and the best part? i couldnt think kf what to watch. and he’s over here saying he doesnt watch ANYTHING. like bro how do u NOT. listen to #any music past 1900. OR OPERA EITHER. and NOT have any favorite movies/shows??? wh??? like. he deadass was like ‘unless [gardening channel #on youtube] counts’ like girl i am so in love #but yeah i was literally sitting there sounding like a pretentious film nerd bro i cant fuckin believe it. but i FINALLY wriggle it out of #him. because apparently he cant concentrate on most movies (valid.). the ones he CAN are cheesy chick flick comedies #saying that he can recite 90% of mean girls. thats his favorite movie #and he also mentioned like. legally blonde #and i have a feeling he almost was avoiding it in case i would judge him or whatever but ngl i honestly fell harder HAHSHSJAJDJAJ #fuck 30 tags but let’s just say. very effeminate compared to me. a full on Dad

[29121996]

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#ok. got a 50 n i have to ration this to last a week . maybe #see a 50 used to last me . a week a few years ago #or like . 5 days . not it lasts 3 . 2 if im rlly . yea #this is a whole thing in my bbrain bc i get addiced to stuff and this is Bad for my bank acc. so i gotta limit it #or ration it . n after realising why i do smoke (addiction ASIDE) #and consulting the council (myself) . i decided i cannot watch tv shows while high #like #i smoke bc its fun yes . but examining further . idk how to explain it #but i only get high to stem severe episodes / listen to music n do that weird mental shit i do. #but bc im dependent on it . i smoke it all the time regardless #so . to like limit how MUCH . if im planning to watch a tv show i cannot b high. #bc not smoking for . 2wks meant i had to find shit to fill my time and i apparently cannot merge the two #this would b worded better if i was sober i think #not having a job rlly had me examining my fucking routine i HATE it #dawg . anyway. ooh i forgot . waht this shit does to my . #uh . spiritual abilities . oh my god #the vivid scenes are Back . go away boy . #i wish it was socially acceptable to go ' are u thinking abt me' without soundin conceited or feeling crazy . bc #i would love to just . get 100% confirmation on this. but #side note my poor cat #my legs going 100mil an hour rn (literally another fucking sign . i call it energy portal #n its shaking hte pillow my cats sleeping on #i feel bad hold up #there we go #fyi i feel this shit sober . so ik its not being induced by the weed BUT its 100x stronger when im high . and its more intense . its fucked

[earthtooz]

fluff with a lot of angst, reader is injured and in hospital for one scene but it's not graphic, lovesick!bakugou

during the many years you’ve loved bakugou katsuki, you have only seen him cry three times.

the first time, you were alarmed. where you fell asleep on the couch awaiting your boyfriend’s return, you did not expect to wake up to the sound of sniffles and the sight of drying tears.

“katsuki? what’s the matter?” you asked cautiously, immediately sitting up to wipe his tears away.

your touch, like a healing balm to the blond, lets you treat him like glass when both of you know he is nothing akin to fragile.

“‘s nothin’,” he gruffly huffs, voice cracking a little.

“if you say so,” you murmur skeptically, knowing better than to prod when it’s bakugou involved.

“were ya waitin’ for me?”

you nod. “i thought we could eat together but- what time is it?”

“almost nine.”

“oh. i thought we could eat dinner together but your patrol must have ended a lot later.”

his heart aches pitifully, worsening when he watches you rub the sleep out of your eyes. “‘m sorry, i didn’t mean to come home so late.”

“it’s okay, i get it.”

“we can still eat together, if that’s okay,” he grumbles, looking away bashfully and missing the way your face brightens.

“that sounds lovely, i’ll go heat up dinner-“

“-no, i’ll do it. it’s my fault for coming home later, i’ll call you when it's done.”

bakugou is out of your sight before you can argue any further. as you watch your boyfriend disappear, you’re left pondering on the couch as to why he was acting so uncharacteristically. did he have a bad day? did something happen at work? was he unable to save someone? that’s can't be the reason, he always-

“dinner’s done!” your boyfriend calls from the kitchen, disrupting your thoughts.

when you asked, it didn't sound like he had a terrible day, in fact it sounds like he had a successful patrol, but you cannot fathom any other reason for his melancholy, but if he’s forgotten about it, then you will too.

but... bakugou doesn’t forget. he still remembers when midoriya first alluded to the inheritance of his quirk from all might, he remembers the night vision goggles kirishima broke when trying to save him that one time, he remembers your favourite things and what makes you happy; he remembers everything.

and he’ll never forget that the tears he shed tonight were over the fact that bakugou will never get to show you how much he loves you.

bakugou katsuki, for the first time, realised just how painfully human he is.

he has a heart that beats for you, limbs that longingly ache to be near you whenever he’s not, a mind devoted to you and a cursed mouth so incapable of expressing it all.

if he could, he would wrestle the night sky to give its stars to you instead because you love stars. you love the stupid things in life that bakugou can't give. he can’t give you everything you could ever want and with that realisation, bakugou discovered just how beatable he was.

you may never know the multitude of bakugou’s love for you, and that fact alone brings him to tears as he gazed upon your sleeping figure on the couch, resting peacefully until his arrival.

the second time, you wake up confused.

the lights in the room are dim, there's a machine beeping intermittently and you think it's a heartbeat monitor but you don't really think too hard about it because your body hurts.

you have to blink a few times to get the blurriness out of your eyes, but you eventually comprehend the sterile walls of a hospital room. then the memories come back one by one, a patrol gone awry, evacuating citizens and... ah, being slammed into a wall back-first by the villain. explains the pain.

then you register the looming figure beside your bed, a pair of widened vermillion eyes gazing into your own with untameable blond hair to match, you can't help the smile from spreading on your face when you see your lover.

"hey," you cough weakly, throat dry and scratchy from lack of use.

next thing you know, bakugou's bulky figure is draped over yours, forehead resting on your chest as his arms gently snake around your torso, bringing you into his chest and pressing himself firmly against you.

you feel him; his relief, his sorrow, his devotion, his painful sobs as he shakes against you and it kills you that the only thing you have the strength to do is run a hand through his hair. you want to kiss him, to tell him that it's okay and that there's nothing to cry about, that you're here and nothing will change that, but you're so very sore and barely in tact.

"don't do this shit again," he threatens weakly and you feel his tears seep through your hospital gown. "you had me so fuckin' worried, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, i can't believe you'd do this to me, do you know how much it sucked to be without you?"

"sorry, katsuki," you whisper and he looks up at you, glossy eyes and quivering lip.

"promise me you'll never do this again."

cupping his cheeks with your hands, there's a rush of deja vu as your thumbs catch his tears. "i don't know how realistic that promise is given that this is my job-"

"-your job is to save lives, not go crashin' into buildings, idiot."

you laugh gently, a stabbing pain making itself known in your gut when you do. your wince doesn't go unnoticed by bakugou, who knows you better than the back of his hand and his heart lurches at the slightest evidence that you're in pain. "still, i won't make promises i can't keep, you know how our jobs are, katsuki."

he frowns, furrowing his brows. "then i'll promise to always be there for you. don't go where i can't."

"that's not realistic."

"watch me."

"okay then, deal."

there are questions you still want answers to, but for now, you'll let the blond continue crying with his ear pressed against your chest.

(you won't ever know about the few days bakugou has spent in your hospital ward, absolutely miserable as he looks upon your gaze with anticipation. he hates how helpless he is, that he can't do anything to rid of this horrible feeling in his chest but wait for you to wake up. he hates that he can't any semblance of peace, he hates the man that love has made him, but most importantly, he hates being without you.

you won't ever know the struggle it was to get bakugou out of your room for even just an hour. midoriya and kirishima had to wrestle him in hopes of getting some proper food together, and yaomomo and todoroki had to literally block the door with various items to prevent his entrance.

you won't ever know how alienated bakugou felt, unable to face your shared home without you in it. without your music playing, without your shoes messily thrown at the genkan, without your comforting presence to return to when all is said and done, there isn't much of a home for bakugou.

you won't ever know how desperately bakugou clung to your hand, fiddling with it whenever he needed a safe haven.

you won't ever know the amount of tears the blond had shed by your side, hunched over your bed, with nothing and no one to comfort him but the sound of the heartbeat monitor.)

the third time, you cry too.

it's your wedding day.

when the news first came out, japan practically roared with excitement and anticipation for the special day that their two favourite heroes would wed. the enthusiasm has not dimmed down even months later, and now, as you're one door away from your lover, you feel it buzzing in your bones.

it all goes by in a blur. one second you're about to trip over yourself in nervousness and the next, you're walking down the aisle with a stunned bakugou failing to keep his composure at the altar. despite the amount of close friends and family around you, all you can see is the love of your life who looks at you with unmatched adoration and affection in those ruby irises of his.

up close, however, all you can see are the tears forming in his eyes, and his first sniffle takes everyone in the room by surprise. no doubt, this is their first and last time seeing their beloved hero cry.

more tears are shed and then, it's just waterworks from practically everyone in the room as bakugou breaks down even more.

thank goodness for a private wedding because you know he is never going to live it down if the press got their hands on this image.

a close friend of yours hands you a handkerchief and you wipe away bakugou's tears with a teasing smile, unable to keep your wobbly laughter at bay as your lover- japan's symbol of victory and heroism, turns to nothing but putty in your hands. he lets you treat him so delicately because you've seen him at his lowest, most shaken, and most unlovable, yet still decided to stay.

"sorry," he apologises as you dab at his tears, words reserved for you and you alone. "you're just so... divine. i can't believe i'm marryin' you."

you feel your first tear roll down your cheek and bakugou catches it before it can go too far, wiping it away.

"such an embarrassin' way to start our wedding," he grumbles.

"embarrassing for the both of us, but memorable no doubt," you try to reason.

"everything is memorable as long as i'm with you."

"such a sap," you whack his shoulder lightly. "have you been saving that line for today specifically?"

"you should wait til the vows. bet mine are better than yours."

"i didn't know you could be a poet."

"only for you."

"well then, i can't wait to find out what else you are, katsuki."

"i'll always be yours."

you laugh, "i'm glad to hear that 'cause i love you."

"i love you even more, i'm crying just to prove it."

"your tears are dangerous."

"yeah well, you're marryin' these tears so."

"like i said, i can't wait."

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#don't talk to me abt this. this was so bad #lmk if there are warnings i missed #i'm pretty sure this is gn!reader i mean i'm gender neutral so hey if the shoe fits #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bakugou fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugo katsuki #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader