#ill forever hate netflix for this

[chai-berries]

i’m a little crybaby bitch & i just sobbed over a movie but all i could think about is being abby’s little crybaby gf & having her comfort me </3

sooo unfortunately/fortunately i am not a big crier when it comes to anything but one of my best friends is a happy/sad/bored crier and i’ve helped her calm down post cry a few times. she’s a true cancer <3 i’ll channel her into my thoughts.

im thinking of two scenarios, watching something sad without abby & watching it with her ⤵️

watching without abby:

she’d probably be working on something in another room when you decide to start a sad fucking movie. abby’s ears perk at the first sniffle, but she brushes it off cause it’s always allergy season. but when she hears you shakily breathe out “oh,,, my gOD” with your voice all broken and wet, she’s immediately sliding to a stop right outside the living room. you’re curled up with a huge blanket swallowing you, surrounded by snacks and your emotional support water bottle. she notes your wide, glossy eyes and coos “baby what’s wrong?” and you gesture at the tv, “she - she just loves her family so so much! and she couldn’t tell them before they died!” your voice is cracking around your words.

abby has absolutely no idea who “she” is but that doesn’t keep her from sitting down and pulling you into her side, rubbing her hand up and down your arm. “they’re just a - a great family” you stutter though tears. abby looks up at the tv and sighs. “baby, why did you chose the saddest movie on netflix?” you hesitate. “uh, i was up to the challenge?” “yeah? how’s it going?” she quirks a brow at you. you laugh wetly and abby mentally fist pumps. she presses a kiss to your temple. “okay, how about we watch something happy. ill refill your water.” abby gets up to go into the kitchen when she’s stopped by a tug on her back belt loop. you’re looking up at her, eyes less glossy but still not dry enough. “what?” she asks. “thanks for putting up with a crybaby for a girlfriend.” she picks up your hand from its place at her waist and brings it up to her lips. “anything for you sweet cheeks”

watching with abby:

“no, no, no, nah, not happening! abby, please tell me they’re not gonna do what i think they’re gonna do!” you pause the movie and shake abby’s shoulder, your face so serious in the light of the television. abby giggles and shrugs like a fucking twerp and nudges you to keep watching the movie. she tells you that “you’ll find out soon - keep watching” like she’s never, in all the time you’ve been together, been witness to the millions of times you deep dived imdb and wikipedia five minutes into a movie whenever it starts out with a sad scene.

you don’t do sad movies. and it’s for a good reason! you get all dehydrated and you look sick for hours afterwards!! it’s embarrassing and gross!! abby has witnessed it once and, like her father’s daughter, handed you a glass of water and pulled you gently into her arms, holding you until you got your breathing under control. and that was a week before you asked her out!! on your first date she told you that the crying thing made her want to “take care of you forever”… is it too obvious to point out that she soooooo got lucky that night?

however, in present time she might be sleeping on the couch for trying to get a depressing movie past you. she apologizes to you, tucking you under her arm. “i promise it’s gonna be worth your tears, okay?” she kisses your head. “and i always take care of my crybaby girlfriend, don’t i?” she kisses the same spot again. you relax into her side.

… sooo it’s safe to say you sobbed a whole lot at the end and completely soaked the front of abby’s shirt. you guys had shifted horizontal mid-movie, you laying on top of her. “i hate you” sounds a lot more honest when you’re not desperately clutching at the waist of the person you’re talking to. “but it was a good story, right?? aww i’m sooo sorry, baby,” abby rubs your back. she hands you your water bottle and chocolate before you even think to ask, like she always does. then, you begin the embarrassingly to you cute to abby process that involves sips of water, bites of chocolate, and your head following the rhythm of abby’s chest up and down as you match her breaths.

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no but really we all know abby will always comfort you even if she has no context to what you’re crying about! ride or die babyyyy

#hi anon <3 #WHEW! #this took so much brain power #but i did it!!!!!! #abby anderson x reader #abby brainrot era #abby anderson x you #mads’ headcanons #q&a

[yuri-is-online]

tragedy anon back again w u guess it!!! More tragedy!!! Im thinking rn of a Yuu who was always going to die in the end. Like being sent back to their world is the equivalent to a death sentence, and they can't stay in TWST because time always loops and they feel like shit for trapping everyone in a moment when they could all be living their lives if not for them.

Yuu who has always been doomed from the start.... Like maybe yuu has been framed for a crime back in their prev world and when they do come back their execution will commence or maybe it's the apocalypse and when they do come back it's truly only a matter of time when they die. Thinking of the TWST boys who goes to visit them only to find nobody..... But traces of them.... Though I feel like the first scenario is more brutal, imagine you go visit your friend and not only are they dead but they were sentenced to death for a crime you know damn well they did not commit and everyone else is rejoicing.

Rejoicing that they're gone. Rejoicing at the fact that they all had KILLED them. Did Yuu know this was going to happen? If they did why had they not told them?! (they will never know, no one ever will because no one ever asked when they were alive if they were alright and they sure as hell will never get an answer because Yuu is dead and they are gone. Forever. )

:3

Ah tragedy annon, my Billy Shakes if you will, this made me THINK think. Doomed (hehe dyuumed) by the narrative is such a sexy trope. "If you were dead at the end of the story you were dead since the beginning" my beloved.

The main thing that made me think is that in country's that have the death penalty there's typically a lengthy appeals process + a ban on sentencing minors to it, even if they were charged as an adult, that makes it hard for me to see that being Yuu’s situation. That being said I agree that would be an awful, awful thing to come see. I could see someone like Malleus, who hates seeing other people happy when he isn't and is prone to causing storm with his magic, going full Netflix Castlevania and starting an apocalypse in Yuu's world while bringing their body home to be laid in state in Briar Valley. It's his right as King of the Abyss after all. Someone like Riddle might try proving your innocence, thinking about how restoring your good name is all he can do while the Octatrio extract their own kind of justice.

The apocalypse Yuu scenarios are ones I like but haven't played around with much just because post apocalyptic settings aren't my jam but! I could see there being a lot of anger at this Yuu for not telling them their situation. Of course now that the boys are older, they can reflect on their behavior and know why Yuu said nothing. But it's easier to blame Yuu at first than accept that they're grieving. It would take them a long time to work through that I think.

My personal preference for scenarios like these involve Yuu being mortally injured before coming to Twisted Wonderland, either in an accident or an attack, that results in their death when they return. I've also played around with terminal illness that's temporarily cured by going to Twisted Wonderland (my own health issues have made me like that less :/) that Yuu isn't recovered from when they return. Either way Yuu is dead when their friends finally figure out a way to get to their world and they have no way of being there for them. And they have no one to blame but themselves... unless.

Unless...

Maybe they could re-set time again?

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst yuu #i like the idea of yuu being a murder victim whose case is currently going unsolved and they're just like #nonchalant about it #“i hope i get on buzzfeed unsolved” #“wait they don't do that anymore” #“hope i get on watcher” #“you hope you get what now” #I'm actually working on one cater fic that sort of takes that concept #and have a scene outlined with vil that deals with that too #but idk if i want that to be the point of the fic or if it would go in his “first impressions” fic #tragedy annon

[matchamabs]

ok ok ill do this tag thing bc its fun and ive not done one in forever: 9 people u wanna know better

also hello @marvosa-yroz its been a long old time!! how are u

1: Three Ships

hrrng. like. maybe. ok im actually having 2 check my ao3 to see what the fuck i even like lmao. i havent done ship stuff recently !

A. Revali/Mipha that was the most recent ship stuff i did for a while

B. Tokoyami/Bakugou for the nostalgia

C. Terumi Mei/Yagura for the niche crowd

2: First Ever Ship

oh god it mustve been like. Pie/Midorikawa Lettuce from Tokyo Mew Mew?? back when i first started watching anime and back when u could watch 4 parts of an episode on youtube in 280p with no ads. lmao

3: Last Song

Akatsuki Records "Let's Ghost". banger mate

4: Last Film

uhhhhh it might've been Lactopalypse. if you havent seen Lactopalypse, (or Vanamehe Film) uh. go buy a copy from estonia immediately. right now. give them your fucking money. go watch a trailer on youtube its good and its STOP MOTION so. extra love.

5: Currently Reading

like. jane eyre im halfway thru. and wuthering heights! turns out that book is just about everyone and their cat having bipolar disorder

6: Currently Watching

rewatching archer for the billionth time. i got bought a rainbow high doll by my best mate and im really considering watching the series on netflix. is it good? is it like. remotely bearable?

7: Currently Consuming

ok thorntons do these like. seasonal gingerbread millionaire shortbread bites that are only 8 in a pack bc theyre dickheads but fuck me theyre reallllllly good

8: Currently Craving

LEBKUCHENNNNN i want some :(((

ok now i get 2 be a dick and tag people at my whim!! who do i love. who do i wanna know more abt. lets go with @frosty-tian @ohshy @101flavoursofweird @sukipershipper @theghostwthemost @lazypastry @pulpa-de-gorila uhh suddenly ive forgotten everyone i ever know. ok @the-acid-pear ive followed u for like. ever. ur time to shine. and. @kirayoshikage bc i hate u <3 anyway. do it. dont do it. do whatever u want kids ✨✨

#this really made me think abt myself way more than i ever do???? #i really dont do ship stuff atm #i think i got too caught up in black raven stuff and then boxer men but i dont rlly ship any of them particularly hard enough for this

[heyitschartic]

Tagged by @vikugnavikugna

coke or pepsi? You know I love coke, but in terms of soda I'll have a diet pepsi.

disney or dreamworks? Dreamworks

coffee or tea? I drink like seven coffees a day

books or movies? BOOKS. I love movies, but books are so fun.

windows or mac? Windows, fuck Mac!!!!!!!

dc or marvel? I don't really like comics in general, but my gf loves the BatFam so I'll go DC

x-box or playstation? Playstation easy

dragon age or mass effect? I don't like either

night owl or early riser? I wake up at 6am every single day

cards or chess? Chess, but I always lose at it

chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate for taste, vanilla for smell

vans or converse? Vans

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar? Who?????

fluff or angst? You KNOW I love angst

beach or forest? Ooooo I think I have to go forest

dogs or cats? Cats all day (sorry Illidan)

clear skies or rain? I lvoe days with just that slight drizzle of rain

cooking or eating out? Eating out tf??? Who is picking cooking

spicy food or mild food? SPICY

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas? HALLOWEEN MY FAV HOLIDAY

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? I live in Minnesota, I already made that decision

if you could have a superpower, what would it be? I think I'd have to go with Boensaw's power from the hit Canadian web serial Worm

animation or live action? Animation

paragon or renegade? Evil 😈

baths or showers? Baaaaaath, I love a nice bath

team cap or team ironman? Hate Iron man, at least cap is likeable I have never found Tony Stark interesting or entertaining and Captain America just has thay sort of scruffy charm

fantasy or sci-fi? Fantasy

do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they? This would get too long so Ill post one: 'What are we going to do, Dogger?'It seemed a reasonable question. After all he had been through, surely Dogger knew something of hopeless situations. 'We shall wait upon tomorrow,' he said. 'But--what if tomorrow is worse than today?' 'Then we shall wait upon the day after tomorrow.' 'And so forth?' I asked. 'And so forth,' Dogger said.

youtube or netflix? Youtube

[REDACTED] you couldn't get that out of me under torture

when do you feel accomplished? When I accomplish something that I've been working at for a long time, especially something that means a lot to me

star wars or star trek? Star Trek, easily. Star wars is like two good movies and a game, at best

paperback books or hardcover books? Hardcover, nothing feels as good in your hands

to live in a world without literature or without music? Without literature, sorry. I just couldnt live without something to listen and dance to.

who was the last person to make you laugh? Hard to remember, it was either my gf, bug, or Peri

city or countryside? City, I want to have things to do

favorite chips? Salt and vinegar

pants or dresses? Dresses, you can't force me to wear pants anymore

libraries or museums? Museums just because they're so much more of a trip

character driven stories or plot driven stories? Character driven, almost always. That's always the stuff that digs into me more

bookmarks or folding pages? Bookmarks Jesus christ what kind of freak folds pages

Dream job? Honestly, I'm kind of in my dream job already. Doing scientific research on fun and interesting problems every day. If it wasn't that, I think it would be writing. I love writing, but I don't have enough time for it sadly.

What gives you comfort? A good book, a lover's touch, warm blankets and soft animals, the quiet sound of the city waking up, good food and fine alcohol.

what are some of your favorite song lyrics? One for the money, two for the better green 3,4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine

favorite ice cream flavor ever? PEANUT BUTTER that or cookie dough.

first fandom? No surprise but it was the Ranma 1/2 fandom, for obvious reasons a young Chart was ENTHRALLED by that concept

Your desert island band? Otoboke Beaver cause I'd be pissed

As for who I'm tagging.... @cpericardium @bug4932 @skitter-queen @rainfrazier get to work

#tag game #i guess

[the1975attheirverybest]

hello friend ,

Long time no see! It's 5:30 ish in the afternoon here and I haven’t gotten out of bed except for once to get beer (which I don't even like) from my fridge. My meds are sitting right next to me but I can't seem to take them haha. I've just been laying here alternating between watching Feel Good on netfilx and living vicariously through your writing cause its so fucking good. I think I'm gonna lay here in the dark forever scrolling and re-scrolling through your page cause its the only thing that feels okay rn. Also i just read that anon drama that was crazy but know how thankful i am that you do this 💕 I hope you are having a good day today much love. -🕺

Hellloooo my dear 💗💗

I’ve thought about you this week. Popped into my head twice and I wondered how you’re doing! Hey, listen, that’s totally okay. I’ve done that before. Knowing that my meds are literally on my nightstand, and my water bottle is on the other nightstand, on the other side of the bed, and STILL not reaching over and taking them.

Mental illness is so weird. Some tasks feeling extremely overwhelming. Seemingly for no reason. I’m sure of my therapist were reading this, she’d say that ACTUALLY there are reasons. But, for now, stfu Sheila. Hahaha. Do as much or as little as you can for tonight. If that’s drinking beer that you hate and watching Netflix, then perhaps that’s what your brain needs. If, later on, you feel like getting a sip of a water, that’d be good. I don’t know about you, but, for me, when I miss a day of meds, I get horrible detox symptoms. Headaches, dizziness, nausea, etc. so, if that’s the case here, PLEASE PLEASE TRY TO TAKE YOUR MEDS OKAY? 💗💗

Keep me posted on how your night is going! Thank you so much for being here.

#🕺anon

[princesstokyomoon]

🥺 i am make a new post cus i dont wann make the other one too long but, omg ty for the tag @mellyoraa i am honoured <3

nickname: i think the main nickname i get online is "ari", cus theres Generally a toss up between if people prefer to call me that or "princess" and thats a full name not a nickname lol. i Occasonally get "princess tokyo" tho, thats deffo a nickname. i dont tend to share my birthname with folx, so i cant really share the variety of nicknames ive had based on That, but i DO also have "fizz"/"fizzy pop" from my mum, cus of random baby talk from my sister when we were smol.

sign:

i dont tell people when my bday is, (not even my gf knows) and i Refuse to give Clues, sorry yall

height: around 5'4/5'5

last thing i googled: it was a local food place that me and my mum discovered existed the other week (but that had closed down during covid) that delivers roast dinners to your home. their website said they reopened today (or Technically yesterday by the time i post this lol), so i wanted to see what was up.

amount of sleep: hee hoo peanut, Varies, but i need a Minimum of 10 hours to feel Ok, so i Try to keep that as my average. somedays i get less, somedays i get a LOT more.

dream job: a performer. i love performing so damn much it hurts. its a part of my dna practically. but im shite at auditions, and i hate the industry, so even if i WASNT disabled in a way that makes that dream exceptionally hard for me, then its a dream thatll Probably forever go unfulfilled, and thats ok

wearing: harley quinn tshirt i bleached, and boxers uwu

media that summarises me: OOOO THIS IS A FUN QUESTION I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THIS..... (sorry boys thisll probably get Long, this is kinda what i look for a Lot in media)

The "Life is Strange" games - particularly the first one - feel particularly relevant

Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men

Wired Wrong, Hold Me, Lyin' Awake - Steam Powered Giraffe

oooo Actually i think "Infinity Train" is a good show for me too

What's Wrong With Me? - Julia Stone

i would be an Idiot to not mention "It's Such a Beautiful Day", that film is an Intrisic part of my psyche BECAUSE of how much it resonates with me

Everybody Hurts - R.E.M.

I'm not dead - Boyinaband

Unbreakable - Gilmore Girls

it also feels ridiculous to not include "A Series of Unfortunate Events" (ill take both the books and the netflix, but the movie can go FUCK ITSELF), that series has been a key point in my brain for as long as I can remember.

Superman, I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker (and the New Lyrics version too) - Sandi Thom

the one who gave up, you wanted to look for help, i wanted to sit and wait to be rescued, action scene, when we met, hands, - flatsound (honestly Everything flatsound is a Vibe tho)

I Am My Own Disease - 4th Point

Am I?, F.R.E.A.K.S. - Victor and The Bully

Take Me Away - Avril Lavigne

SHIT, That Funny Feeling - Bo Burnham (and honestly the Whole of "Inside")

OOO THAT REMINDS ME absoLUTELY "The Midnight Gospel" that shit hits SO right

I Need Sleep - Balduin & Offbeat (and Offbeats general vibes too)

....oHHH IVE BEEN WORKIN ON THIS ONE QUESTION FOR TWO AND A HALF HOURS IOK I THINK THATS ENOUGH YALL GET THE IDEA AT THIS POINT im so sorry i cant help it, i Love finding myself in media

(if your noticing themes of being unwell, sad, and full of Longing, no youre not shhhh)

favourite songs: i Refuse to take as long answering this as i did the previous question gjdfhg

my current FAV fav song is Hotel California - Eagles but ill also give honourary mentions to

En ång av rosor - Darin

That's Not How The Story Goes (S3 version) - Netflix Unfortunate Events

Touch of Life - VA†EM Oliver

Countdown - Epithet Erased

instruments: i am currently TRYIN to learn guitar, and though i am WILDLY out of practice i am technically a trained singer, and really want to start practicing again at some point, cus i REALLY miss the huge range i used to have t-t

aesthetic: i.... am honestly not sure how to answer this? i vibe with so many aesthetics, and i dont think id Ever wanna tie myself down to One. as a teenager, i was sorta "all in" on steampunk, but even then i had interest in others. and now my brain is kinda a Clusterfuck lol

favourite author: i think i HAVE to go with either Lemony Snicket, or Shakespeare

random fun fact: i love dice, i own so so many dice at this point, i have Literally zero use of them, theyre just Pretty and i Want Them, i have spent a Stupid amount of money on dice, and i Physically have to restrain myself from lookin at them so so much because i would have No money, Only Dice, if i kept lookin

some favourite mutuals to tag: no pressure to play at all, but @nsfwitchy, @rouge-the-bat, @megalo-station, @aprilbrowines

[riddlerosehearts]

your post about mailee says everything i’ve felt about how this fandom (and many others) treat female characters, especially in the context of sapphic shipping.

i could never personally get into mailee due to the annoyance that is it’s fandom. the constant bashing of certain sapphic ships by proclaiming them as toxic (as if that isn’t the appeal) was so annoying to see in 2020 that it sadly left a sour taste in my mouth.

it also just fits into the most boring stereotypes of cute and fluffy sapphic ship!! something that tends to be the case nowadays.

but even with all that aside it’s obvious why mailee exists. they’re a side pairing for more popular ships and oh what a surprise, it’s a mlm ship leading it. i can’t deny that zukka fans mostly contribute to mailee content because they do but also how deeply annoying it is to see this pattern of wlw side pairing for mlm over and over again.

especially with atla of all shows. a show that actually has a complex female character whose unintentionally lesbian-coded but people will not bother exploring her queerness because shes “mentally ill” or “too much” or “she doesn’t need that rn” or whatever excuses people come up with.

it’s a shame to see all this play out but i’m not surprised. at the end of the day it’s always going to be mlm or f/m at this point.

oh wow i'm glad to hear i'm not the only one feeling this way!! like i mentioned in my previous post, i honestly don't really like mai, but i've tried to get myself to over the years. in 2019 i had rewatched the show and thought "hey, mai and ty lee are kinda cute together, i still don't love mai but maybe i could if i try to think more deeply about her character and see if i can find some meta and fics and such that flesh her out and examine her good points. maybe ty lee could be someone who really understands her and brings out the good in her". but mailee was very much a rarepair back then and i could only really find fluffy drabbles to read. i like fluffy drabbles and all, but they just weren't what i needed in this case. so then in 2020 the show gets put on netflix, i come back from a tumblr hiatus to see there's been a massive fandom renaissance, and now mailee is so popular it's getting to high numbers on weekly fandometrics lists! great!

so then i again look for content about them and see that a ton of it is either zuko-centric or zukka-centric with them as a side pairing at best, and zukka just isn't for me. i have a close friend who ships it so i understand the appeal, but i'm always and forever a zutara stan. i could've multishipped (i do reblog cute fanart of them on occasion) if i didn't keep seeing things from the zukka side of the fandom that really frustrate me, this being one of them. and every time i choose to dive back into the fandom and see if things have improved it's still the same, i should not have to go through 53 of the most kudos'd fics in mailee's tag before i find a fic about them especially since they have less than 1/5th the amount of fics as zukka in the first place, and it just makes me sad that this is an issue in almost every fandom. i may not like mai, but you would really think the people making shippy content involving her would like her and be willing to actually focus on her in said content!

as for the constant bashing of other more "toxic" f/f ships and unwillingness to examine another female character's complexity and potential queerness while using her mental illness as an excuse... i believe i know exactly who and what you're talking about it's an issue with certain mailee content for me as well. see, even though i've loved ATLA since i was a kid and have been on the internet just as long, i used to always dismiss the concept of tyzula because i myself never appreciated azula enough and wasn't interested in ships with her (and because frankly i really hate how azula's voice actress sexualizes the ship). but on my current rewatch of the show i've started loving azula a lot more and now like to imagine her redeemed and happy, repairing her damaged relationships with her family and friends and maybe even falling in love. i've realized that part of the appeal of tyzula for me is that while, yes, azula's entire dynamic with both mai and ty lee is toxic and messy during the show, i don't personally think it always was. i think the three of them were genuine friends until things gradually got fucked up because of how ozai's treatment of azula fucked her up. and i think that if azula were to have a redemption arc, the 3 of them could salvage what once was and have a healthy friendship again.

a lot of mailee fans do not seem to agree with this, though, because i've seen several metas and headcanons that rely on the idea that the two of them were always just afraid of evil, nasty azula and that they can bond over how much they hate her. i am not here for that, and yeah, i'm also not here for the whole "this ship would never work because [insert character] just isn't ready for a relationship, i ship them x therapy!!" thing fandoms love to use as a way to demonize certain ships. mentally ill people can be in happy, loving relationships and they can go to therapy while in said relationships. they can even use therapy to--gasp--figure out how to keep their mental health issues from getting in the way of continuing to have healthy relationships! this happens in real life and i fully believe it can happen in a fantasy cartoon for children. also, i know some people use the comics to justify the idea that mai and ty lee have just always hated and been afraid of azula, because apparently it's implied in those that they were fake friends? but fuck the comics, they're OOC and horribly written lmao.

this ended up being a much longer reply than i initially intended but yeah, all this is to say that i 100% agree with you and thank you for sharing your thoughts, anon. sapphic ships and the female characters within them deserve just as much space in fandom as m/m and m/f ships get, to be fully explored and appreciated in their own right and even to sometimes be complicated and imperfect.

#asks #anonymous #oh man i'm sorry this is so long and i'm sorry to shippers if this appears in your tag #that's why i censored the names in my initial post #anti mailee #anti zukka #not... really?? more anti these ships fandoms than anything #but idk tagging it just in case

[missameliep]

Fic authors self rec!

When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Thank you so much for tagging me @princess-geek ☺️🌹

I loved it because it gave me the chance to re-read some of my fics and think about how much I still like them, and I also hated because my undecided brain cannot make choices like that! 😂😂😂

The solution to my dilemma: I cheated and picked more than five. So, under the cut is my Top7 in no particular order:

1. The Pursuit of Happiness (Desire and Decorum / Prince Hamid x MC)

Summary: After the death of her father, the heiress of Edgewater must choose between her duties to her family and the pursuit of her happiness. Which path will she choose? 

2. Rainy Days - Part 1 (TRR / Liam x MC)

This series will forever be a favorite. It was my first time writing after a tremendously long hiatus, my first fanfic ever and the first time I wrote for Prince Hamid. I couldn't pick a particular chapter because so many are special. I still love many aspects of Chapter Sixteen: You were meant for me, because of Prince Hamid and Lady Elizabeth's reunion and the scene in the library 😏; and Chapter Twenty: Make you feel my love (Part 1) because it was amazing to write the begining of their happily ever after despite my first attempt of writing smut almost causing me an ulcer lol 😂

Summary: Three days after the bombing at the Palace, Riley Brooks reminisces about the events that brought her to Cordonia and takes the opportunity to comfort Liam in the aftermath of the attack.

3. Heart in a Cage (Blades of Light and Shadow / Tyril Starfury x Arwen (F!Elf MC)

It was my first attempt writing for Liam and I still enjoy this fic very much, specially the beginning, the reminiscence and Riley and Liam talking at the end about his feelings, something definitely missing in canon.

Summary: After being injured during a sparring session, Arwen learns the other elf from the group might find her company more than tolerable.

4. Run To You (Desire and Decorum / Prince Hamid x MC)

I love writing Arwen and Tyril and I love slow burn, it's all I have to say 🤭

Summary: Will Prince Hamid successfully claim every one of Lady Elizabeth’s first dances as he promised when they met? (The scenes take place between chapter 6 and 7 from Book 1). 

5. The Most Wonderful Time of the Year (Or Maybe Not) (Perfect Match / Damien Nazario x MC)

This is my favorite pairing to write and in this fic we see them before the beginning of TPoH and how their relationship is developing, and it's just funny and fluffy, all about love and hope but peppered by some more serious issues, and I like how it turned out...

Summary: The Parks’ cousins love the holiday season and everything about it, a sentiment Damien Nazario does not share. At all. Could four years being dragged into their very merry traditions be enough to change this?

6. Netflix and Cafuné (Desire and Decorum Modern AU! - Prince Hamid x OC)

I love the holidays and people's excitement about it (and the Park cousins are definitely that kind of people) and I love how Damien's grumpiness works here.

Summary: Hamid is having a bad day and refuses to talk about it. Elizabeth will do her best to cheer him up, which includes Netflix, brigadeiro and cafuné.

This Modern AU! is one of my favorite things ever to write and I love this one-shot. It has many elements that make Hamid and Elizabeth the perfect match despite being such different individuals.

7. Is This Love? - Part 3 (Desire and Decorum)

Summary: Elizabeth’s first passion was presented to her in an old house, twelve years before her feet meandered through the gardens of Edgewater. / After her mother fell ill, Elizabeth and Briar talk about life and love while enjoying a day of rest at Grovershire. / Years later, Mary’s words come back to Elizabeth, when she ponders if first impressions are truly deceiving.

The miniseries dedicated to my dear friend @princess-geek is one of the stories I'm proud to have written, and this part is particularly my favorite because of Briar and Elizabeth and the descriptions.

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I'm tagging a few writers if they would like to do their recs too: @lorirwritesfanfic @retvenkos @lilyoffandoms @noesapphic @musicallisto @julia-highstorms

#choices fanfic #fic rec list #desire and decorum #choices blades of light and shadow #trr fanfic #perfect match fanfic #prince hamid #prince hamid x mc #tyril starfury #tyril x mc #damien nazario #damien nazario x mc

[sliphole]

Thinking about Flowers again (the Channel 4 TV series) and really want to talk about Shun.

Warning for spoilers, mental illness, suicide. Full text under the cut since I kind of ended up writing an essay.

Note: though I've seen the show through a few times it has been a while since I've watched it and I don't have immediate access to it anymore since Netflix apparently took it down. I can't be bothered to go through the pains I did to watch it back when it first aired so I'm working mostly on memory. It helps that Shun forever haunts my brain and I've been thinking about him on and off again since 2016, but forgive me if I get anything wrong.

I've never seen another show deal with the many ways depression can manifest and affect anyone like Flowers has. With Maurice and especially Amy you understand there is most likely a genetic component to their mental illnesses and it's devastating because they don't have any answers as to why they're like this and don't know how to make it better. But Shun. My poor misunderstood Shun. I wonder how many people who watched the show even realized that he unfortunately did die by suicide at the end of the series, and I only ask because I've hardly seen anyone mention it, or really talk about his struggle much at all.

By contrast Shun's depression seems to have less of a genetic component and the circumstances of his life instead are what led him to his fate. He's seen by the cast of characters and the audience as a care-free, quirky, lovable weirdo who always looks on the bright side and can't feel put down by anyone's words. And this is all probably a genuine aspect of his personality when he's in a good place, but for the span of the series it's all an act! While the Flowers themselves become very open about their struggles with mental illness, Shun becomes more closed off in a sense by pretending everything is okay as he continues to deteriorate. He's the kind to mask his pain with comedy, or an overly cheerful demeanor, thus he gets overlooked by the Flowers and the audience. Which was probably the intent, anyway.

So he laughs, and jokes, and says odd little things, and enthusiastically supports and believes in everyone around him. Then he has brief moments of sobering emotional vulnerability, empathy and understanding for Maurice's suicidal ideation ("I like dark," being one of the most emotionally revealing and impactful scenes in the series, serving as a prequel to the events of the show while also being the final scene to play after Shun's implied death, if I remember correctly), isolated mental breakdowns (in which he hallucinates his dead family), bouts of heavy binge drinking, and in what is probably the most shocking moment if you've yet to realize he isn't just a ball of sunshine despite everything, goes on a drunken and really hateful, racist rant about Chinese people in the most self-destructive environment he possibly could; a Chinese restaurant (because in my opinion if you want to get badly hurt without doing it yourself that's a pretty good way go about it). Shun as a character is not silly and childish (and his character is definitely infantilized) but a deeply troubled and flawed person who is trying to hold it together for the sake of everyone around him. Unfortunately, he is so often on the verge of cracking that he can't help slipping up occasionally.

Shun has suffered the greatest loss of anyone in the series. He found his entire family after they had been killed in an earthquake which also destroyed the rest of his village. He became displaced and lived in miserable poverty until he discovered and connected profoundly enough with Maurice's work that he believes it is what saved his life. He wants desperately to find family again with the Flowers, but despite everyone's best efforts he remains walled off by the seemingly insurmountable sense of isolation and otherness that comes with being a foreigner. When he hallucinates his dead family in the woods, he tells them, "They just don't like me here." At the same time you can tell he's torn between the family he misses and loves and the Flowers, as the manifestation of his father especially is very harsh towards him, and as a unit they are dismissive of his anxieties and broadly judgemental of westerners in general. Through the entire interaction he remains physically distant from all of them; it's not the warm, ideal reunion he was hoping for. To me the scene also implies Shun may carry some sense of guilt for being unhappy with his family life before it was taken from him, and all of this together just aggravates the sense that he has no one to turn to and nowhere to go.

Later on when he revisits the same spot in the woods with Donald, to show him his "special place," I believe it was in part so they would know where to find him if he ever did complete a suicide attempt. At the end of the series, we see him sneak away with the gun that was confiscated from Amy and in the last shot of him in the present he's standing forlorn and contemplative in his same special place.

If anything, the show is very good at letting us know in the end that no one is truly to blame for suicide, not the individual who dies by it and not the people around them who couldn't prevent it. But it's especially devastating when you don't see it coming, or when it happens to the ones who seem like they were doing okay, or doing better, or whose personalities were so happy and fun and...untouchable, in a sense. It also demonstrates (especially with Amy's manic highs and final, intense breakdowns) that things can go from fine to crushing and traumatic very abruptly from an outside perspective. I maintain that the show gives us the most relatable, realistic depiction of living with depression and suicidal ideation I've ever found despite its surrealism, and Shun's troubles are subtle enough to have been placed on the back burner in much the same way many people really have experienced. Flowers tells us to pay just as much attention to the Shuns in our lives, and in my mind this show will always be just as much about him as it is about Maurice.

#Flowers #Channel 4 Flowers #Will Sharpe #OP #Feel like I've missed a few points but we can circle back #This is plenty for now lmao sorry #I'm just sobbing and screaming about this show forever and ever I had to write something to get it out

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

Quick recap.

David Zaslav should not be running a movie studio. Yet another film has been locked away, one that was near-completed that you'll likely never see, because "tax write-off". First BATGIRL, then SCOOB! HOLIDAY HAUNT, now COYOTE VS. ACME... And even crazier, that production - which tested extremely well - involved James Gunn, one of the architects of Warner's new DC movie universe... Zaslav likely pissed Gunn off, big time... What kind of ineptitude is that?

He could've offloaded it to another distributor, like how the Looney Tunes movie THE DAY THE EARTH BLEW UP and the series BATMAN: CAPED CRUSADER were. But no, a $30m tax write-off. Because fuck everybody who worked hard making these movie, and fuck everybody who will be its audience - me included. Yachts do weird things to your brain. This is why there were strikes, and whatever happens with the Animation Guild next year, I hope that end of things gets to go HAM next year, because this is all kinds of bullshit. No movie should be locked in a vault because some dingus who doesn't like movies can't be bothered to actually do his job.

Lighter note...

The INSIDE OUT 2 teaser. At last. Funny how it came about right after the actor's strike ended. And even more egregious that while Disgust and Fear are still in the movie, their actors Mindy Kaling and Bill Hader didn't come back because the pay was below that of Amy Poehler's. Tony Hale - previously TOY STORY's jumpy Forky - takes over for Fear, Liza Lapira of many TV roles is now Disgust. New characters! I hate my anxiety, but I like this movie's Anxiety. The design, just. WOW! A scrunkly bunko chewed up Fraggle Rock reject, I dig. Funny how three of the four teased new emotions begin with "E", and the fourth with an "A". All vowels.

Voice work resumes on SPIDER-MAN: BEYOND THE SPIDER-VERSE. Please, no crunch this time. Lock the picture before frames are animated, no last minute changes up until the week before release.

The Netflix-exclusive DreamWorks feature ORION AND THE DARK, from director Sean Charmatz, has a release date, February 2nd... And a trailer... It has a very fun, subtly sketchy look, with characters looking like they were cast from notebook scribbles. Looks to be a fun kid-centric spooky time, like something the ill-fated Disney/Guillermo del Toro animation partnership "Disney Double Dare You" could've made.

The other big Netflix animated movie of 2024 doesn't have a concrete date, but its new trailer is quite striking. Shannon Tindle's ULTRAMAN RISING looks to work off of a SPIDER-VERSE-esque playbook with its textures and modeling (worth noting that Tindle was supposed to direct a superhero movie for Sony Animation up until the plug got pulled in July 2018, just a few months before SPIDER-VERSE 1 came out), but totally doing its own thing, with - as expected - all the anime influences. Another worthy experiment in CG animation pushing the medium in different directions once more.

Now that the strike is over, more delays are likely to come... Disney delayed a *ton* today on the Marvel and CG tech demo end... Their LION KING remake prequel leaves July 5, 2024 (where it was to open opposite of DESPICABLE ME 4) for December 20, 2024 (where it will go head to head with SONIC THE HEDGEHOG 3)...

Marvel saw the biggest shakeup.

DEADPOOL 3 is now the sole MCU movie of next year, set for July 26, 2024.

CAPTAIN AMERICA: BRAVE NEW WORLD now opens 2/14/2025, followed by FANTASTIC FOUR on 5/2/2025, then former 2024 movie THUNDERBOLTS hits 7/25/2025, and the year ends with BLADE, 11/7/2025.

I get that two of these movies are former 2024 titles, but goddamn 2025 still has *four* MCU movies. They should really just do 1-2 solid movies that they took their time on every calendar year. For me, if the bar is GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOL. 3 and BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER, the MCU would be in good standing every year...

They also still plan to release four movies, including AVENGERS: THE KANG DYNASTY, in 2026... Nah, this train I feel has to slow down a bit. You also have all those Disney+ shows as well, it's a bit overwhelming a feel.

So now Disney's 2024 slate, following the delaying of ELIO and all these Marvel movies, is down to... KINGDOM OF THE PLANET OF THE APES (the first of their new movies, opening in late May), INSIDE OUT 2 (June), DEADPOOL 3 (July), a new ALIEN film (August), an untitled Disney live-action film (September), 20th Century title THE AMATEUR (November), an untitled WDAS film (November), and MUFASA: THE LION KING (December).

Two recently delayed Searchlight movies, THE BIKERIDERS and MAGAZINE DREAMS, can feasibly take some early 2024 slots. They may miss the Oscars, but I'd rather see them sooner than later. I don't know if they can reclaim their December slots with the actors now available to promote them (MAGAZINE DREAMS is tricky because its lead is Jonathan Majors), or if Disney/Searchlight would rather just focus primarily on POOR THINGS.

Untitled Disney September 2024 could just be a placeholder for another 20th Century or Searchlight film, and I doubt they move SNOW WHITE forward from March 2025 to that date. Otherwise, I can't think of any other movie in the tank that could make that date. At least one I've heard of or know that was in production before the strike.

I'm just hoping, since WISH is right around the corner, that we hear what WDAS 2024 is going to be. Who's directing, what it's about, the title, etc. From the trenches, I hear it's a fantasy film set in the Middle East, possibly directed by Suzi Yoonessi, who is of Iranian descent. Maybe, maybe not. I'd love to know soon, though. But whenever they're ready, they're ready. No rushing, now.

I expect a lot more scheduling developments to take place over the next month or so, now that the dust has settled...

[h-doodles]

ever remember Lee Jordan from the OG WOEICS series and compare him to Graham What-his-name/Crackle on the Carmen Sandiego reboot???

#crackle looks like cartoonified lee jordan and i dont like him #i mean #ugh #probably the main reason ill hate him forever #aside from fhe fact he betrayed carmen #like????? #anyways #personal.txt #h-rambles #carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #cs2019 #netflix #woeics #where on earth is carmen sandiego #lee jordan #crackle #i mean i was sad on his memory loss but thats the end of my symphaty for the guy #also better to let sleeping dogs lie for carmen

[persephonesinfernos]

have this moment forever | drabble.

summary: based on the prompt “you’re cute when you’re sick”.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader.

word count: 793.

author’s note: hey babes, it’s been a few weeks since I’ve posted something and I’m so so sorry but life’s been hectic but fear no more! I’m prepping a new series to start next week, so stay around.

masterlist.

(Y/N)’s been feeling a bit sick these past few days and even though she’s been doing anything in her power to not fell sick, all her attempts were in vain.

(Y/N) hated being sick, all her badass and tough persona disappeared every time it happened and she became a dorky and needy person. She could take care of herself or others anytime but no if she was sick.

Bucky, of course, loved it when (Y/N) was sick. It was the perfect opportunity to really take care of her, ‘cause she would let him. Besides, she would complain about everything and would only want to cuddle on the bed until she was perfectly sane.

He loved seeing her so vulnerable, he loved teasing (Y/N) about it and how her lips would form a pout asking him to just lay down on the bed and to hug her. He loved her, there was no denying in it. But those feelings were increased whenever (Y/N) was ill, not because he was concern about her – that he was – but also because her façade was down and usually, he was the only one able to show the real (Y/N), the child still present in her.

So when she woke up coughing and sweating he knew. He knew that she was ill, the flu? It didn’t matter because it meant that she was going to put on some sweatpants, one of his t-shirts, do her hair in a messy bun and staying in watching Netflix while drinking lots of tea.

Bucky got up and on to his daily routines knowing that for the first hours of (Y/N) waking up would be hell, she would be angry and would snap at anything said to her. Even if someone just was breathing around her.

When he finished doing his training and running some errands, Bucky walked to your shared room with a cup of hot green tea, two spoons of brown sugar. Just the way you loved it, it was almost boiling so he used his metal arm to carry the cup.

“Hey doll, how are you feeling?” (Y/N) was seated on the floor, her eyes were red as well as her nose.

“I felt better, but now I’m really good.” She tried to smile to him but got caught in the middle of a sneeze.

Bucky chuckled softly at her. He took a seat next to (Y/N), passing her the cup. She started to drink it, a stray of hair was loose so Bucky just tucked it behind her ear. (Y/N) smiled thankfully at him and just scooted closer, pressing her side to him trying to get as much warm as Bucky’s body would allow. 

“Thank you for taking care of me James” Bucky’s heart went crazy. That was her way of telling him that she loved him, use his first name. (Y/N) went to kiss him, lips brushing and then she sneezed.

Bucky got up and just shook his head looking at her with loving eyes. Taking his phone out, he started to film her. It took a few minutes for (Y/N) to realize what he was doing but when she figured it out, hell broke loose.

“What the hell Bucky?” She shouted walking towards him as Bucky backed away from her, still filming everything. “Why are you doing this?” (Y/N) asked softly, a pleading tone in her voice, already giving him the puppy eyes.

“I just want to have this moment forever, and you know how bad my memory is. So….” He teased her, knowing (Y/N) would say nothing regardless of his memory subject.

She groaned loudly and lunched to him, trying to grab the phone. Bucky laughing was able to move the phone away from her and just kissed her cheek. (Y/N) stopped in her tracks, he just knew what to do to make her legs go all wobbly. She just couldn’t resist him, especially if she was ill.

“Okay, fine. But drop the damn phone and come cuddling.” Both her arms on her hips, trying to look intimidating. But that only made Bucky laugh even louder, how could she be intimidating? Her hair was a mess, a mess in a not so cute and sophisticate messy bun and she was wearing these old sweatpants and a t-shirt too big for her.

“Nope, I’m just going to stay here and observe you doll.”

“Geez, you’re unbearable. Can’t deal with this right now” (Y/N) whisper-screamed glaring at Bucky as she spun in her heels and went for the bed, mouthing swearing words and groans.

“C’mon love, it’s that you’re so cute when you’re sick.” Bucky screamed as he put his phone down and went towards her so both of them could cuddle for the rest of the day.

#persephonesinfernosqueue #persephonesinfernoswriting #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel fanfic #marvel series #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #the winter soldier fanfic #the winter soldier fic #the winter soldier fanfiction #bucky barnes drabble #bucky drabble #the winter soldier drabble #marvel drabble #the winter soldier x you #the winter soldier x y/n #the winter soldier x reader

[sweetiejunie]

Txt reactions when they realised they unintentionally left marks on you from the night before.

[legal members only!!!]

Genre: fluff, slight smut

♡ Request from anon: Can you do a second part of ‘Marks’ where they react to marks on Y/N instead??? ♡

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Marks

Part 2 • [Y/n edition]

You hadn’t seen boyfriend or the boys in a while. School work was catching up with you and honestly you were just too tired to go out anywhere. The moment all your assignments were handed in, you decided that a perfect reunion would be to watch movies together.

It was supposed to an innocent movie night with him and boys. You guys munching on popcorn whilst having a netflix marathon of your favourite shows. Eventually, once everyone had gone to bed, one thing lead to another and the night became more physically exhausting than what was initially planned.

—.*•—

Yeonjun

He woke up with you in his arms, snuggling your head in his chest.

Smiling to himself as he studied your sleeping figure, admiring the peacefulness on your face.

He laid there for a while, not wanting to get up, afraid he would wake you. Just wanting to make up for the weeks of not having you with him.

If he could, he would stop the time just so he could keep this moment forever.

Brushing away the hair that fallen across your face and neck, he smirked when he saw little red patches leading down your neck and to your body.

Smirking as images from the night before started coming back to him. Neither of you had bothered to get dressed again before falling asleep. Simply choosing to cuddle up under the blanket.

He loved marking you. Not for flaunting or showing off that he got laid but for the simple fact that it showed whose you were (he possessive boy)

As he continued gazing, he could help but untangle himself from you and started placing gentle kisses on the areas, slowly following them down

He had made it down to your chest when he heard a little whine from you. He stopped and looked up to see you already staring at him through your sleepy eyes.

“Good morning, my love,” he said smiling, his chin resting on your stomach, his hands caressing your sides.

“Yeonjun, what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he relied, with an innocent pout.

You whinned as a response, “junnie, not now. I’m too tired.”

“Dont worry about it, you just looked so lovely with my marks all over you. Just let me take care of you.”

With that, he covered himself back up with the covers as you felt his kisses travel further south.

All ill say is that, that morning, was the best meal he had in weeks and probably one of his favourites.

—.*•—

Soobin

As you step out of bed, you looked over to the sleeping boy next you. Tightly tucked under the blanket, looking like a giant teddy bear.

You couldn’t help but smile, lightly stroking his messy hair.

You put on your shorts and reached for soobin’s tshirt that had been thrown on the ground the previous night. Only to notice the red marks on your wrists.

‘Ah shit’ you mentally cursed at yourself. Guess no short sleeves for today.

You didn’t mind. You just didn’t want to know or go through what the other boys may have to say. Knowing that they would never let soobin, or you, live it down.

Instead, you grabbed a hoodie from soobin’s closet, knowing it would practically cover your entire hand.

Roughly 30mins later, you were in the kitchen. About to grab yourself a glass of water when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist tightly.

“Morning,” he greeted, his voice hoarse, still filled with sleep.

“Hello bin. Sleep well?”

He nodded, lying his head on top of yours

You giggled at his drowsiness, reaching up to grab one of the glasses on the shelves. The sleeve of the hoodie falling, exposing your wrist.

Of course, it didn’t go unnoticed by soobin.

“Baby, what happened to your wrist? Did i do that? I’m sorry,” he said pouting, holding your wrist in his hands, gently rubbing the red areas.

The previous night, soobin had pinned your arms above your head and might have tied them a bit too tightly. Slightly scratching your skin as you struggled against them.

“Its okay, it doesn’t hurt anymore,” you replied, trying to assure him you were fine.

But soobin still pouted and gave you a kiss. He hated knowing he had hurt you in anyway. So safe to say, for the rest of the day he didn’t leave your side, practically glued to you.

—.*•—

Beomgyu

Beomgyu woke up, tossing his arm around what he expected to be you. But was only greeted by emptiness.

Combing a hand through his messy hair, groaning as he sat up to go find you.

Instead, he heard the shower in his bathroom start running and figured that must have been you since the other boys wouldn’t dare enter his room when you were around.

Grinning, he got out of bed, planning to join you in the shower.

Opening the door, he heard your lovely voice singing to one of his favourite songs. You didn’t acknowledge his presence, so he thought you mustn’t have heard him enter.

Out of nowhere, he popped his heard through the shower curtain, “hello baby.”

You jumped at the sudden intrusion. “Oh my f-. You scared me.”

Snickering, he stepped in, studying at your naked figure up and down. Stopping at your hips when he noticed small bruises caused by his nails digging into your skin just a little too much.

“Guess i was too rough last night, huh?” He stated, grabbing your hips as his thumbs ran across the bruises.

You laughed, looking down to his hands. “These? Don’t worry about it, i actually forgot about them.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t be so rough next time,” he apologised, kiss you lightly.

But you could only chuckle at that statement.

“What do you mean?” You said, shooting him a look of disbelief. “You always say that, but you’re always rough anyway.”

Hearing that, he smirked and gave you another kiss, longer and more passionate this time.

“Challenge accepted. I guess I’ll just have to show you how gentle i can be when i want to. But don’t start whining when you don’t get what you want, baby doll.”

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Omg if this shit doesnt work im going to kms ahhdskallalajshska ive reposted this so many times im so annoyed

Masterlist • Pt1

#txt fanfic #txt fluff #yeonjun fanfic #txt smut #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun smut #soobin smut #soobin fanfic #soobin fluff #beomgyu smut #beomgyu fanfic #beomgyu fluff

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I Hate Fairyland

Ok, so I dreamt of this idea for an animated movie last year. It was about a nihilistic alcoholic 47-year-old divorcee named Sebastian who gets teleported into a world that's a combination of Strawberry Shortcake and Care Bears. At first, everything was great since he no longer had to worry about paying bills, everything was free, and he could do whatever he wanted without consequences. Then after the first week, he slowly goes insane since there were a lot of things he could do on Earth that weren't possible in the magical world, such as:

1. The only food that existed was candy and pastries, so there were no meats, fruits, and vegetables. 

2. Alcohol and cigarettes didn't exist, so he had painful withdrawals.

3. He had clinical depression that couldn't be treated since prescription drugs also didn't exist.

4. Porn and sex toys didn't exist, so he couldn't pleasure himself.

5. All the people had children's minds and didn't have genitalia, so he couldn't form a romantic relationship.

6. The only thing the TVs played were pre-school cartoons, and the only music that existed was nursery rhymes.

7. He was physically unable to swear or make any rude gestures.

8. The only emotion that the people expressed was happiness, so he had no one to talk to and couldn't relate to anyone.

9. It was impossible to commit suicide since weapons didn't exist, every object was lightweight and squishy, the water was breathable, and the magical properties of that world wouldn't allow anyone to starve.

10. He couldn’t make amends with his ex-wife and see his children grow up. 

As a result, he becomes more miserable than ever. Just when all hope seemed lost, Sebastian gets summoned by the ruling council. They explain to him that they are the gods of the world, and the happiness of others fuels their planet. Without happiness, all of the people and themselves will cease to exist. In order to thrive, they scan the galaxy for the most miserable sentient beings and teleport them to their world to make them happy. The story then shifts into horror as the council, and the citizens begin to turn on him when he begs them to send him back to Earth. The council refuses because their law states that once they teleport someone to their world, they are forced to stay there until they die of old age. Their reasoning is partly due to their paranoia of unhappiness spreading, thus risking the existence of their world. They also follow the sentiment, "Why would you want to leave? This world is perfect." The council confesses to Sebastian that the real reason why they wanted to talk to him is that he's the first person to live in their world for more than a year and not be happy. I figured since he's the protagonist, there ought to be something special about him - in a bad way. When Sebastian justifies his unhappiness with him being human and having depression, the council counters him by stating that they've teleported humans to their world before who had mental illnesses and various diseases. The magical properties of their world usually cure it. Therefore, Sebastian's unhappiness isn't caused by depression. He then asks them why they didn't just mind control him to be happy? They explain that happiness that fuels their world has to come naturally of one's own free will. When he asks them to conjure up some alcohol and porn to make him happy, they explain that they cannot use their powers for anything impure as beings of innocence and purity. That also includes killing unhappy people. As a last resort, Sebastian pinky promises the council that he'll turn his life around and be a happier person if he teleports him back to Earth. They concede and agree to send him back. However, they warn Sebastian that if he goes back on his word or spreads his unhappiness to other people, they'll send him to their world forever. That's as far as I've gotten before I got bored with the story.

So imagine my surprise when I realized there was already a story with a similar premise. I swear, I've never heard of I Hate Fairyland, but my god, was it an awesome coincidence that I found it. Although my story may not be as violent, it's literally a dream come true to see it come to completion. I wish Adult Swim or Netflix would pick this up for an animated series.

#i hate fairyland #original story #creativity #image comics #skottie young #art #creative #imagination #crazy

[sickly-qt]

Long Distance

Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted any fics, for some reason I’ve been incapable of writing. This was based off of a prompt that I saw and can’t find now :) Anyway, I’m sorry if this is complete garbage I’ve read it through so many times I can’t tell anymore.

Warnings: Descriptions of vomit, Mentions of mental illness (not very descriptive)

Max was sprawled across his sister’s couch waiting for her to get home from work. He had let himself in after he got off his flight and has been in the same spot since. He had a headache and his stomach kind of hurt but he just kind of contributed it to the traveling. He was also in a bad mood due to the fact that he was in Seattle at all. He was bored and a little miserable and he eventually decided to call Julian.

“Hey, Maxi. How’s Seattle? Was your flight okay?” Julian asked as soon as he answered the phone.

“Hi, Babe. It’s… rainy, and y’know, flights are flights I guess.” Max responded, rolling onto his back on the couch. He could hear that Julian was doing something, he could hear voices and commotion in the background of the phone call.

“That sounds like it sucks, um. Max hold on, give me a couple minutes and then I’ll facetime you okay?” Julian said abruptly.

“Oh, uh. Okay.” Max barely got out before Julian hung up.

Max was caught a little bit off guard by how Jules seemed to have brushed him off and honestly a little hurt. His stomach was starting to actually feel upset and he was really just plain miserable.

Within a couple minutes, Max’s phone started ringing, it was a facetime call from his boyfriend.

“Sorry about that Maxi, it was just really loud downstairs Mila and Remy were having a game night.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t have to call back if you were busy.” Max responded, He could see Jules walking around his room before settling on his bed.

“Oh, no it’s okay. It wasn’t really for me anyway. What’s up, is everything okay?”

Max shrugged, “I’m just bored and I’m not really feeling too hot.”

“You’re not feeling well?” Julian asked, clearly concerned.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just have a little headache and my stomach is kinda upset. I think it’s just from flying and not really getting much sleep.”

“Mm, are you tired?”

“Not really, I just feel kind of sick.” 

“I’m sorry baby, I really am. Do you usually get this way from flying?”

“No, I just- I don’t know.” Max sighed and rubbed his face. “I just want a distraction until my sister gets home from work.”

“Okay, well I can stay on the phone for however long you need.” 

They were on the phone for a while, talking about trivial things that didn’t really matter.

“Hey baby, how about you sleep for a little bit.” Julian said when he noticed Max dozing off.

Max nodded, getting more comfortable on the couch. “Alright.”

“Are you feeling any better?” He asked before Max had the chance to fall asleep.

He shook his head tiredly, “No, but I’m tired.” He yawned, “Will you stay on the phone?”

“Mhm, of course.”

Julian watched netflix on his computer while Max was sleeping on their call. He got through about two episodes of New Girl before he started to wake up.

“Hey.” Jules said quietly, smirking at Max’s hair as he lifted his head. “How’re you feeling?”

Max rubbed his face and yawned before picking up his phone and sitting up, “I feel like I’m going to throw up.” He mumbled, sighing deeply. “I’m really nauseous.”

“Oh, babe. Your sister should be getting home soon right?” Julian asked.

Max looked at the time and nodded, “Yeah, I’m sorry for keeping you I just feel really sick.”

“Maxi, it’s fine. I’m not doing anything anyway and even if I were I would still sit on the phone with you while you’re sick.”

“I just feel bad, sitting on the phone with your boyfriend who was forced to take a mental health getaway while he pukes isn’t an ideal Saturday evening.”

“No, on an ideal Saturday evening I would be there with you.” Julian said, noticing that Max had gotten up.

“While I get sick?” Max asked, sinking to the floor of his sister’s bathroom.

“Yes, even while you get sick.” Julian answered without hesitation. “Are you going to be sick?” Max had set his phone on the floor leaving Julian staring at the underside of the toilet and the ceiling.

Max laughed nervously and cleared his throat, “Uh… yeah. I’m sorry, you can hang up.”

“Stop telling me to hang up Max. I’m staying on the phone until your sister gets home, okay?”

“You’re too good for me.” He mumbled, leaning further over the toilet.

“No, I’m not. You’re wonderful and kind and caring and you’d do the same thing for me. Which is exactly why I love you babes.”

“I don’t know why you always do this.” Max whined, before his voice caught and he gagged harshly.

“Aw, Maxi. Are you okay?” Julian asked as he heard the sickening splash of his boyfriend’s stomach contents reaching the toilet. Max had no time to respond before another wave rocketed up his throat, his retches echoing through the small apartment bathroom. He cleared his throat and coughed weakly, bringing up a splash of what had to be last night’s dinner at this point. 

“Max?” Julian called, desperately wanting him to answer.

“I’m okay.” Max responded, his voice quiet. “That was really gross.” he mumbled more to himself, grabbing some toilet paper to blow his nose and flushing the toilet before picking up his phone.

“I love you too by the way, I just hate that you always spring these things on me when I’m seconds away from puking my brains out.” He said with a weak smile.

“What does that mean?” Julian asked.

“You asked me out right before I vomited all over my shoes in a desert, and now you tell me you love me when I have my head buried in the toilet and I’m a 2 hour plane ride away in fucking Seattle.” 

“Oh, I’ve never told you that I love you before? I thought I did.” Julian blushed.

“Nope. That was a first and I love you too. I just would’ve preferred this moment not forever be associated with the feeling of overwhelming nausea.” He groaned and pushed himself off of the floor, “Jesus, I feel really bad.” 

“Throwing up didn’t help at all?” Julian asked.

Max shrugged and walked back out to the living room before collapsing back on the couch, “I don’t feel like i'm in imminent danger of vomiting anymore, but i still feel pretty sick.” Max’s head turned as Julian heard the sound of a door opening.

“Hey, Max! Sorry I’m late. The nurse who was supposed to relieve me messed up her schedule.... again.” A woman’s voice said. “You look worse for wear… rough flight?”

“Rough couple of months.” Max scoffed, looking down at the phone, “My sister’s home, I guess I can let you go.”

Julian nodded, “Okay, text me and let me know how you’re feeling then.” 

“I will, I’m sure you’ll be tired of facetiming me by the time I’m back.” He said, laughing weakly.

“I’d never get tired of you.” Julian responded, “Get some rest, drink some water. I’ll see you in two weeks.”

“I’ll see you in two weeks… I love you.”

Julian couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, “I love you too.”

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[virtueangel]

limitless.

chapter ten. 

wc: 2,012. original publish date: october 20, 2020. 

"John?" Vincent whispers, his forehead against the taller boy's and their noses nuzzled together.

"Yeah?"

"We should, um," Van Gogh swallows, his eyelashes fluttering against JFK's cheeks. "We should go back to the house. I'm hungry and I think some of the wetness of the marsh is seeping in through my boots."

Kennedy lets the boy down off of his toes, unwrapping his arm from around his waist and standing up straight. Van Gogh feels cool April mist dotting his forehead, taking a second to get used to the cold that John's closeness prevented.

"Right," JFK replies, cheeks still pink.

The two walk back to the car side by side, bumping shoulders and grasping fingers in bubbly silence. The time feels endless, yet so rushed. Van Gogh wishes it could last forever.

***

Back at the house, JFK empties a bag of chips into one of the largest salad bowls he could find in the cupboard.

"It's too early for all that salt!" Vincent protests, walking into the kitchen with a blanket wrapped around himself.

"Cold?" JFK asks, ignoring the boy's comment.

"Yeah, actually. It's freezing in here. You think they've got heat?"

"Who is 'they'? I told you, I really don't think anybody lives here."

"Look at me," Van Gogh says, changing the subject.

Kennedy crumples up the chip bag and drops it onto the counter before turning around. "I'm looking."

Vincent swallows. He needs to know what the kiss meant -- if it meant the same to JFK that it did to him. If the kissing is going to continue. But he can't ask that outright. Not with Kennedy; not with a boy who knows how to weasel his way out of any commitment.

Van Gogh steps forward boldly, dropping the blanket from around his shoulders to take John's face in his hand. His eyes flutter shut as he closes the gap between their mouths, leaving a soft kiss on the boy's lips. This one is different from the last two -- sweet and cottony, but there's something else behind it; something hard, as if to say, I'm here and I'm real and I want you.

"Will there be more of that?" Kennedy asks, his eyes grazing over the boy's figure.

Vincent shrugs coolly, even though the inside of him is red and searing with heat. "Only if you want there to be."

"I do-"

"But only if," Van Gogh interrupts. "Only if you're serious about it." He drops his voice so low it's almost a whisper.

"I don't kiss for free, Vincent."

"Yes, you do," Van Gogh interrupts in a low voice. "You always do."

"I'm trying to stop-"

"You're doing it to Cleo. And I'm not Cleo."

JFK kisses the boy's forehead, flipping some of his hair out of the way. "You're not Cleo," he agrees.

Vincent beams up at John with a satisfied smile. "Good. Now that that's out of the way... what are we going to do for the rest of the day?"

"We can explore," JFK suggests, taking a bite of a chip.

"But I'm all cozy now!" Van Gogh whines, the blanket draped over his shoulders once again.

"Okay, then, what do you want to do?" Kennedy asks, leaning against the counter behind him.

"In all seriousness?" Vincent asks, a sly smile curling around his lips. He already has an idea.

"Yes, in all seriousness,  mio tesoro."

Van Gogh flashes him a pleasantly surprised smile. Since when does he know Italian? "I want to sit on the balcony, under the awning, and watch the rain with you."

"It's not raining, Minivan," JFK says, but his words are light.

"You said 'in all seriousness'. That was in all seriousness."

Kennedy smiles and can't help fussing up Vincent's hair with his palm, the tough skin of his hand snagging on the boy's bandages. Van Gogh slaps his hand away instinctively, brushing his hair with his fingers in an attempt to lay it back into its natural style.

"Can I ask you a question, Vinny?" John asks, his mouth full with another chip.

"I don't see why not," Van Gogh grumbles.

"Were you born with only one ear, or are the bandages just an homage to your father?"

Gogh blinks up at the boy, wondering how he doesn't already know the answer. More than a decade of friendship, and he's never asked until now? "I cut it off myself, actually," Vincent says, fixing his eyes on the speckled tile floor.

"What? No, you didn't," JFK smiles uneasily.

Van Gogh looks back up at Kennedy, urgent surprise warping his face. "Yes, I did."

"You took a knife to your own head and cut it off?"

Vincent nods feebly.

"Did it hurt?"

"Of course it hurt, dipshit," he rolls his eyes.

JFK raises his arms defensively. "So, what, you've eaten paint, too?"

Vincent clenches his jaw. "No, I did not eat paint. That shit's toxic. I could die."

John doesn't say what he's thinking. He knows words in the air are real, could make something come true. I thought you wanted to die.

"That question was insensitive, JFK," Van Gogh whispers, wrapping himself in his own arms.

"I'm sorry," Kennedy whispers back. He abandons the bowl of chips and crosses the kitchen, kneeling down in front of Vincent to look up into his eyes. John rests his hands on Van Gogh's arms and squeezes, the warmth from his palms transferring over to the smaller boy. He feels it snake through his whole body and he feels like he could melt, like he could sink to his knees and let JFK envelop him.

"How old were you when you did it? I don't remember you without the bandages."

"At first it was an homage to my father," Vincent explains, avoiding eye contact. "My foster parents cared about me before I turned four... they wanted me to look like him, to feel like him. They didn't want me to get lost in his shadow. So they arranged my bedroom to look just like the one he had in Arles and dressed me up in his clothes. They wrapped bandages around my head every night, my dad tying them under my chin and my mom holding me steady. I hated it, you know. I didn't know what it meant, why it was so important to them for me to put on his face.

"But eventually, they stopped caring about me. It was one of my routines, putting on the bandages, and I felt empty without them. I got used to the way they felt around my head, with just enough pressure to remind me that they were there. I liked the muscle memory once I started tying them myself. I need my routines, you know? So I continued to put them on , and I even started sleeping in them because once my parents started leaving, I needed the comfort and security that came with repeating the same thing every day. And I guess part of it was that it reminded me of my foster parents, of the closeness that we had for those two minutes when I was getting the bandages on.

"And then I got older. I grew up and realised that the world isn't all cotton candy and sugarplums and rainbows. I started reading books about the real Van Gogh -- not picture books, like actual novels -- and I wanted to be him so badly. I wanted to paint like him. I wanted to pour my life into something that other people could enjoy. I know he had his own share of problems, and I guess that transferred over to me or something once I started thinking like him, I don't know. But right before eighth grade ended, it was all too much. The pressure to be like him and the worry that I never could be... it all got to me.

"So I don't know why I cut my ear off. It could've been because I wanted to be closer to him, to look like him and feel like him. Or it could've been because I was so severely mentally ill, even back then, and I wanted the pain or maybe I thought it could be an outlet or something. I really don't know. But to answer your question... I was fourteen when I cut my own ear off," he laughs nervously. "It hurt like a bitch, but at least it justified having the bandages, you know?"

"Oh, Vincent," Kennedy mutters, reaching up to cup the boy's cheek. He turns Van Gogh's head gently, silently pleading for Vincent to look at him. "You're just as good as him, in every way."

"I don't know if that's a good thing, JFK."

"He went off the rails, Minivan. You don't have to."

Van Gogh looks down at John, but there's a dead look in his eyes. It shoots right through Kennedy's skin, cutting into his bones like a laser.

"I can feel myself going off the rails already," he replies. "I'm going to do something terrible, I can feel it."

John slides his grip down from Van Gogh's arm to squeeze his hand. "I'm right here, okay? I'll be the first to admit that I'm not very good at this. I don't know what it's like to feel the way you feel, to be the clone of someone who was so plagued by mental illness. But I'm here. I can listen," he sighs. "God, I really know how to listen."

A moment of silence passes before Vincent says, "Are you sure you can put up with someone so obsessive-compulsive? So sad, so... confused?"

"Yes," JFK breathes. "We've been together our whole lives. Nothing's going to change just because we're..."

"God, I hope something changes," Vincent smiles warily, trying to make a joke.

Kennedy smiles back and lets out a shaky breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Okay, maybe a few things will change..."

"I still wanna watch the rain," Vincent says with a relieved laugh.

"Vinny! There's no rain to watch!"

"Okay, and? That doesn't stop me from wanting to see it!"

JFK stands up off the floor to kiss the boy on the temple. "You've always loved the rain."

"I have."

Kennedy kisses Vincent again, on the nose this time. "Come on. Let's see if they've got cable in this hellhole."

Van Gogh takes a deep breath, resting his cheek against the softness of the taller boy's sweater. He can smell the detergent and the fabric softener, fresh and clean inside his nostrils. He grips John's hand dependently as they make their way through the kitchen and into the living room, just as side-by-side as always. They sit down on the couch together, JFK in the corner with one arm on the armrest and the other pulling Van Gogh close. He kisses the top of the boy's fiery red hair, more aware of the bandage than ever.

***

"Maybe it'll rain tonight," Vincent says when their Netflix movie is over. He's still wrapped in JFK's arm, pressed tightly to the boy's body.

"I'd like that."

"Oh yeah? How come?"

"Because your room would be too cold to sleep in and you'd climb into my bed and fall asleep with me," Kennedy grins at the thought.

Van Gogh kisses the boy's jaw. "I was planning on doing that anyway, dipshit."

"Why are you so smiley?" Vincent asks a moment later, hardly containing his own grin.

"Because," JFK replies, gazing down at the boy affectionately.

"Because why?" Vincent prompts.

"Because I don't date, but I think that's going to change soon, all because of you."

"Can I tell you something, Jack?" Vincent stares straight ahead, suddenly nervous about using an old nickname.

John doesn't comment on it. "Anything, Minivan."

"I think the real reason you decided to take this trip all of a sudden, was to get closer to me."

Kennedy kisses the top of Van Gogh's head -- right on the bandage, his favourite spot -- and laughs into the boy's hair. "That is almost definitely, partially true."

#clone high #clone high jfk #clone high van gogh #jfgogh #limitless