#the brainrot is getting too real again and as much as i love to obsess over all the characters i just always come back to john particularly

[iwantjohnsseed]

Currently toying with the idea of making a John Seed centric Discord server because Tumblr groupchats don't exist anymore and that's usually what I'd do to have somewhere to direct the character brainrot... So anyways if even like 2-3 people are interested I'll do it. I prefer small servers anyways.

(And like every other chat/server I've ever made, this would be an 18+ only space.)

If interested, PLS COMMENT on this post or DM me!

#the brainrot is getting too real again and as much as i love to obsess over all the characters i just always come back to john particularly #thats my emotional support sadistic cringefail loserman #john seed #farcry 5 #far cry 5 #john seed core #fc5 john seed #farcry 5 john seed #fc5 #john seed x reader #john seed x deputy #john seed gifs #john seed x oc #psybreposting

[strwberri-milk]

HELLOOOOO, may i request a smut where kaeya is still wearing his new outfit while fcking the reader? thank you :DD

yall the brainrot for this fit is REAL

You knew that Kaeya was getting a new outfit for some sort of stage play he was doing. He wasn't giving you too many details yet because he wanted you to stay surprised for when he finally unveiled the outfit to you.

To say you were surprised when you saw it is a dramatic understatement. Kaeya didn't deviate too much from his regular clothes when in uniform, nor in his personal life. You were used to him dressing fancily for nights out but this was something on a whole new level.

The way he leaned into this more fantastical style made your heart skip a beat, especially when he gave his signature one-eyed wink to you. You couldn't help but swoon, impatiently waiting for him to return to you so you could lavish him with some well-deserved attention. Or so you thought.

You wish he would take off something, any layer of clothing but of course he wouldn't. He's a tease, and he saw the way you squirmed just by looking at him. He loved it so much, absolutely obsessed with the way your eyes grazed over his form.

His cape draped over his shoulder, moving in time with each thrust of his hips. You could hear the clinking of all of the little jewels that adorn his clothes, wishing that he at least undid his braid so you could work your fingers through it but the way he kissed you any time you tried made your brain melt.

You consider yourself somewhat lucky that he at least was willing to pull his cock over the waist of his pants, your arousal darkening the lightly coloured fabric as he pumps into you with reckless abandon.

Kaeya has your wrists pinned to the bed, painted nails digging into your heated skin as you feel him coax another orgasm out of your body. You feel boneless, melting into his lap as he brings your legs to wrap around your waist. If it weren't for how tired you were you'd be more willing to appreciate the way the cool silks feel against your heated skin.

"Fuck, you got this worked up over just seeing me in this costume?" he growls into your neck, sucking in new marks as you moan pitifully.

"Yes, yes, oh fuck Kaeya," you whimper, nails digging into his clothes as he makes your back arch again.

"Please just fuck me more, please, I need you so bad." Your voice shakes, making Kaeya smirk against your skin as he angles his hips towards that spot that has you seeing stars.

"Guess this thief is stealing more than just money, huh? You practically just gave yourself to me," he chuckles, making you wish for the nth time he wasn't wearing those infuriating cuffs or so many intricate layers that it prevents you from actually touching him.

"Just let me cum again, just one more time," you plead, burying your face into his shoulder as he obliges kindly.

The low sound you let out from your throat makes him shudder, cock twitching inside of you as he fills you up. You can feel him spilling out of you, pulling his still hard cock out of you with an evil look on his face.

"Don't worry - I'm not done with you yet. Clearly, you're still very interested in this costume of mine."

#kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imapct x reader #kaeya smut

[idiasmentalhealth]

GOD DAMNIT

MY HOZIER OBSESSION IS GOING TOO FAR‼️‼️‼️

I AM NOW LINKING MULTIPLE HOZIER SONGS NOT ONLY TO KURAS AND LEANDER BUT TO GRIM

SO I'M GONNA TELL YOU EXACTLY WHAT SONGS ARE REMINDING ME OF HIM BECAUSE THE BRAINROT FROM FINISHING MY FIRST PLAYTHROUGH IS VERY REAL

there's so many...

cut just so the post doesn't look too long

OBVIOUSLY THIS ONE HAS TO BE FIRST SUNSHINE.

"But whose heart would not take flight?

Betray the moon as acolyte

On first and fierce affirming sight

Of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight"

"Once I had wondered what was holdin' up the ground

But I can see that all along, love, it was you all the way down

Leave it now, I am sky-bound

If you need to, darling, lean your weight to me

We'll float away, but if we fall

I only pray, don't fall away from me"

THE WAY I HAD TO STOP MID PLAYTHROUGH TO PLAY THIS SONG ON REPEAT AND THEN CONTINUE

"My life was a storm, since I was born

How could I fear any hurricane?

If someone asked me at the end

I'll tell them put me back in it

Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah

If I could hold you for a minute

Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah"

AGAIN WITH THE LIGHT

"Could this be how every day begins?

The sky set to burst

The gold and the rust

The colour erupts

You filling my cup

The sun coming up

Like I lived my whole life

Before the first light"

psychopomp... get it cuz he's... the grim reaper...

"The feeling came late

I'm still glad I met you

The memory hurts

But does me no harm

Your hand in my pocket

To keep us both warm

The poor thing in the road

Its eye still glistening

The cold wet of your nose

The Earth from a distance

See how it shines"

"Some part of me must have died

The first time that you called me baby

And some part of me came alive

The first time that you called me baby

These days I think I owe my life

To flowers that were left here by my mother

Ain't that like them, gifting life to you again

This life lived mostly underground

Unknowing either sight nor sound

'Til reaching up for sunlight

Just to be ripped out by the stem"

"When you move

I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be

When you move

I could never define all that you are to me

So move me, baby

Shake like the bough of a willow tree

You do it naturally

Move me, baby"

and last, but certainly not least,

"I didn't care much how long I lived

But I swear I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her"

#two and a half studios #a date with death #grim reaper #hozier #hozier songs #hozier lyrics #Spotify

[hrts4doie]

literally i’m so happy that we’re moots i NEEED someone to talk to about sub!haechan

like i need to overstimulate him so bad like… i can imagine he’d spend all day teasing you and riling you up because he wants to be punished… but once you both get back home there’s tears rolling down his face, your cum stained hand sliding over his pretty cock as you help him through another orgasm. he doesn’t care how much it hurts, as long as you’re right there, smiling so nicely at him, he’d do it all for you

i’m in a sub!haechan brainrot daily you don’t understand THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE

him riling you up on purpose to get punished is SO REAL he knows what he’s doing and where it’ll get him. imagine edging him over and over again before you overstimulate him,, he’d be begging to cum while sobbing so pathetically because he can’t take it anymore. then when you finally let him cum, he’s whining saying that it’s too much while you work him through another orgasm and it’s so cute. he’d be absolutely ruined, barely able to think while you touch him. you know that he loves it though because like you said, he’ll do anything for you as long as it’s you who’s touching him!

val ur mind i’m literally going crazy i’m so Obsessed …

#hrts4doie asks #haetrack #i NEED to ruin haechan #this just inspired me to post a sub!haechan draft i’ve been saving #sub!haechan #sub haechan #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #lee haechan #haechan #sub!nct #sub!idol

[onirique-amaranth]

umm, inspired by 'what type of subs are they', tartaglia's part. this is just like a brainrot, and my request is, can you make a longer version of this? :)

when he wants you to be the only person you wanted to touch. seeing you patching up aether's wounds as you utter sweet and reassuring words to him, telling the traveller you promise him that you will accompany his journey on finding his sister. saying all that sweet words and promises, hugging him by his waist, making him receive a sense of protection while doing so. he loses it. the he in here is ajax

thats all, you don't really need to do this, but since you said your request us open so I want to see how this turns out! :D

anyways, your al-haitham fic🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

-🫂

⎮Tartaglia's jealousy⎮

⏤ Characters: Childe⎮reader (no pronouns used)

⏤ Including: implied nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings: jealousy / yandere behaviour

Tartaglia is the sweetest with you, he loves you so much to the point he would do absolutely anything for you. He's obsessed, not in a healthy way but the love that he feels for you is real. After he met you for the first time, his mind was filled with you and you only, and he did everything to find you again. When he did, he never left your side, going everywhere with you, learning your habits, and what you liked or hated, and then used all the knowledge he had to seduce you.

He did everything, absolutely everything possible to win your heart, and despite his competition, Tartaglia got you to succumb to his charm. Only after this, and some months in your relationship, he genuinely fell for you, really hard. When he realized it, it was over for you, your possible hope of getting away from him was reduced to zero, only if you wanted to leave him though. But what really made you understand how much he was in love and trusted you, was when he gave you his real name.

At first, it was rather difficult for you to get used to Ajax's behaviour, how he always needed to be close to you, in any circumstances, or how he craved physical contact whenever he was with you. When time passed, it became a habit to hold him, from the most subtle touch like linking your pinkies, to more obvious ones like holding his waist or kissing his neck and resting your head on his shoulder, Ajax loved it. But there's something you understood really quickly, he may love receiving physical contact from you, but give some to someone else, or it will drive him crazy.

For him, when you touch him, when your fingertips slide over his forearm in a gentle manner, or when you take him in your arms, it's a declaration of love. It is the most personal and intimate thing you can do, and he considers that as your lover, he should be the only one receiving it and nobody else.

So, imagine how he felt when you told Ajax that you needed to leave for a while, to assist Aether in his journey to find his sister. He didn't say anything, but the rage was noticeable, and his glare pierced through Aether's head with murderous intent.

It was supposed to only last a week, but some things happened, and it extended to a two-week journey. You were sure it would pass quickly, but only have two days, and you were missing Ajax, a bit too much. You couldn't help but think about him, and you were waiting impatiently to see him again. On his side, it was so much worse, he was annoyed, rude to everyone and on the edge, knowing that you were alone with Aether was driving him insane, he just wanted to kill the damn pretty boy.

He waited cravingly for the end of the week, but when you didn't come back, he snapped. He left the house you shared and immediately travelled to where you were supposed to be, it took him two days but when he finally found you, his blood ran cold. It wasn't even the fresh injuries you had on your body that pissed him off, neither the ones that weren't taken care of, but what you were doing.

Your hands… Your hands were on him, the hands that were supposed to hold him only, to touch him only and not have any skin-to-skin contact with anyone else, those hands were touching Aether. He clenched his jaw so hard he could have broken his own teeth, nails digging into his palm as he was holding back from jumping on Aether and choking him, cutting off his arms and legs, and leaving his corpse to rot here.

Just the view of you patching up his wounds was giving him murder ideas, and it was even worse as your own wounds were taken care of. And as he stepped closer, he felt his heart skip a beat, his blood boiling as you were talking sweetly to Aether, your hand running through his hair as you try to reassure him, telling him that he will find his sister.

Ajax didn't care that Aether was sobbing, or breaking down, the only thing he was seeing was how gentle you were with someone else than himself, how you were promising to help Aether more, stay longer with him on this journey. And his breaking point, was when you kissed the wound you just patched up before hugging Aether, wrapping your hand around his waist as you become even more sweet and gentle. Ajax could see how Aether rested against you, his face hidden in your neck, and he snapped when his hands touched your back, holding you even closer.

You barely had the time to hear someone moving closer to you before Ajax pulled you away violently, placing himself in front of you, his hand grasping at your arm and his nails piercing through your skin. Aether tried to step forward, but Ajax's bow was already under his jaw, the sharp side touching his neck and drawing a drop of blood out. He told Aether through gritted teeth to get away, and not get closer to you. His rage was sweeping out of his body in waves, hitting you harder and harder until you understood that Ajax was ready to really kill him.

He was feral, like a wolf protecting his territory, threatening Aether openly. You had no other choice than to leave, dragging Ajax away by his harness as you send an apologetic look to the blond man. You could see his confusion, and hurt by what happened, but he also didn't want to risk his life. And Ajax wasn't any better, he was hurt, feeling betrayed, he could already see you leave him and never come back. But all of this was overcome by his anger, insanity showing itself for the first time in a really long while.

You were too far from home to go there immediately, and you had to stop at an inn. On the way there, Ajax had the time to calm down a bit, but you could still feel his murderous aura. You barely had the time to pay for a room that you were pushed into one, your back hitting the wall, he tears your clothes off, talking under his breath to himself.

Before you knew it, you were naked, sitting on a chair with your hands behind your back, tied by the wrists. Your shirt, in shreds, was holding onto your shoulders pathetically, some fresh blood straining it as Ajax left deep bites onto your shoulders and neck. He was sitting on your lap, arms thrown over your shoulders as he gives you an annoyed and devilish smirk.

He was going to make you regret touching someone else than him.

Let's just say, that after this night, you were never left alone with anyone. Ajax would be here, pressing himself against you, and his glare was mean and crazy enough to prevent anyone to get too close. Unsurprisingly, Aether never tried to go on a journey with you again, fearing for his life. Thankfully for him, he was the one that survived the madness of Ajax, the rest didn't have so much chance. At least, that's what the smell in your basement was telling you.

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

⏤ here is my masterlist & ko-fi ⏤

#genshin tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #yandere tartaglia #sub tartaglia #dom reader #top reader #tartaglia #reader #reader insert #tartaglia x you #tartaglia x y/n #fatui harbingers #harbinger x reader

[maximoff-forevermore]

Tumblr Wrapped: BLORBOS!!

thank you sm for the tag @healmydesires 💋🫶🫶

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i have SO much to say, but then again, i always do

i’ll start with my top five, and then do some honourable mentions because five fics is NOT a big enough list for me

1. Red Light by @kiwisbell

you may NEVER hear me stop talking about this fic. EVER. Red Light!Joel has taken up more headspace than anything else in a good long while, and i’ve reread this fic so many times if you asked me to rewrite it from memory i probably could, but i wouldn’t, because i’d never do it the justice kiwi did. this fic basically belongs to me, because no one can love it as much as me. i could go on and on, but there’s not enough time in the world.

2. The Dress Series by @janaispunk

can i let y’all in on a secret? i got the outrageous honour of talking to jana about the third part in this series, it’s like getting a shoutout from an artist winning a grammy, only better. this series restarted my obsession with dave, and i’ve had such brainrot about him since i started. LORD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL it’s so good, and the taylor titles GOD.

3. Las Mañanas by @kiwisbell

i had to be very careful, or else every fic on my top five list would be one of kiwi’s and people would think i’m biased (i am, just a little). so i only chose my two favourites, and this series was one of them. it brought so much light and life to the minutes i spent reading it, and i just had the best time!! javi my beloved, you have such a special place in my cold, dead heart, you wife-loving POOKIE!!

4. The In My Hometown Series by @swiftispunk

A SERIES INSPIRED BY ‘TIS THE DAMN SEASON *buries face into pillow and screams* ‘tis the damn season is one of my all time favourite songs, and it was done SUCH JUSTICE. this fic had just the right amount of everything, and i’m so grateful i got to read it!!

5. Punishment by @joelsgreys

OOOOOH HOT DAMN. there was something about this fic that made me drool, because hELLO JOEL MILLER?? gods that man is FINE AS FUCK, and this fic so perfectly captures that😫😫 i had the time of my fucking life reading it, and it was so SO worth every second. my next, pls joel🙏

those fics have such a special place in my heart, but so do many others, let’s go through them!!

Is It Over Now? by @planet-marz1 OH this one is my SHIT!!! angst is so delicious for twelve months of the year, and this one shot was me being FED. i loved every minute, and fuck joel, not in the horny way this time🙄

Sexfiles.mp3 by @beskarandblasters tim rockford, the grandma investigator, and love of my life WHERE have you been all this time?? this fic gave me that alligator-jiggling fever

the Seams series by @fuckyeahdindjarin MY BELOVED POOKIES!!!! i love lucy to the ends of the earth, and joel and pins have the CUTEST fucking relationship on the planet

A Lover’s Pinch series by @hier--soir pull me out of the dumpster and fuck me sideways GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO??? gods the sex is just so BXKANDIWNSKW clawing at my fucking WALLS!!!! i haven’t finished this series yet but when i do you may NEVER hear the fucking end of me🗣️🗣️

the Pretty Little Wife series by @beardedjoel OH MAMA, i need a fan because it is HOT AS HELL in here😫😫these fics give me such housewife-fever, i love them just a bit TOO much

Real Gods Require Blood, by @pr0ximamidnight you guys have no FUCKING idea how obsessed i am with this fic. the minute it’s possible to make fics into physical things, i will turn this fic into cocaine and snort it faster than you can scream “he’s evil!”, and even if you did scream it, i wouldn’t care, because WOW is he hot as hell

Feelings on Fire by @joelscruff CAN WE TALK ABOUT IT. CAN WE TALK ABOUT IT. CAN WE—im so obsessed. and i don’t mean that lightly. this series has CHANGED ME. i am moved. i am reborn. i am SOMETHING ELSE. i can’t get over this series i’m not sorry, it’s just so so SO good

and last, but definitely NOT least, Truth or Dare, ALSO by @joelscruff I’M SO UNWELL. I NEED HIM. I NEED THIS. I AM IN DIRE, DESPERATE NEED OF THIS FIC. it’s so so close to my heart, i actually physically cannot get over it. like, guys, GUYS. this fic is such a go-to of mine, and so close to my heart.

and that was my long, long, LONG list, but honestly, i’m not even halfway done. so many fics and so many fic writers have changed my life, and if i was less tired and had more energy to type, i’d list them all<3

all the love to every single fic writer out there, you are doing the most, and if you need someone to read something you’ve written or you think i’ll enjoy something, don’t hesitate to send it my way!!

tagging everyone who wants to participate!!!

as always, my obligatory taylor gifs:

#MY FAVES #i just love them all sm #my world

[otemporanerys]

Spectre Requisitions ‘23 - The Rec Post!!

It’s that time of year again! I took part in the Spectre Requisitions Rare Pair Exchange @spectre-requisitions-exchange (link to the collection here) and man. SO MUCH good shit.

I can’t reveal what I wrote (yet) but I have been reading through the collection and here’s a few incredible works that I really enjoyed! Remember to kudos and comment if you find anything you like 💖

(NB: I focused on fic, but honestly every bit of fanart I’ve seen for it is also incredible, please go check it out)

Gifts for Me

I was SO lucky this year - loyal friends will know that I’ve been suffering from a massive dose of Lawkarian brainrot, and I got not one, but TWO long-ass Garrus/Miranda fics!!!! honestly still can’t get over it, incredible

Between the Devil and the Deep, Garrus/Miranda, 20K, E

Set pre-ME2, Miranda recruits Archangel for a job, fucks him to keep him sweet.

This is just. Pure filth, and I love it. Aliases, power plays, both Garrus and Miranda being amoral little weirdos. What more can you ask for?

The Woman in White, Garrus/Miranda, 16.9K, E

Set pre-ME2, Miranda recruits Archangel for a job, doesn’t really do ANYTHING to keep him sweet (but they fuck anyway).

:chinhands: This is just. GORGEOUSLY written, and the begrudging way in which they start to like each other (but not too much) is incredible. Top-notch Garrus POV

Gen

loose ends, Maelon & Mordin, 9.9K, T

Set during and after ME3, canon-divergent AU. Maelon finds Mordin in the wreckage after Tuchanka and nurses him back to health.

I love their relationship in this - Mordin’s so aware of Maelon’s weaknesses (or what he perceives to be his weakness) but there’s still so much caring, despite the huge gulf between them. Also the easiest way to make me a teary mess is a Urdnot Mordin cameo 😭

The Stories We Tell, Joker & Tali, 3.1K, T

Set during ME1. Tali forces Joker to be her friend.

Really great dialogue for everyone - it’s very cute and fun until suddenly it’s not!!! which is rude!!! but still very good, A+++

Care and Maintenance, Kaidan & Tali, 2.2K, T

Set during ME1. Kaidan and Tali bond over dads, tech and Shepard’s reckless driving.

This one was just nice! And also who doesn’t love a bit of Shepard driving slander

F/F

swear, this one you’ll save, Nyreen/Solana, 1.5K, G

Pre-canon: five times Solana has a secret about Nyreen.

I’m only slightly obsessed with these two, and this fic was so perfect. Childhood friends to lovers is a god-tier trope, and it’s so deliciously bittersweet

Real, Beautiful, f!Shali, 0.7K, G

Post-ME3, A morning on Rannoch.

The post-war fluff we deserve, imo!

A Knife in Starlight, Morinth/f!Shepard, 1K, M

Set during ME2. Character study with a side of smut.

I think Morinth is incredibly interesting as a character, but the real standout of this fic is the Shepard - Ruthless, stone butch, wonderfully jagged.

M/M

Collide, m!Shakarian, 4.1K, M

Set during ME2. Friends-to-lovers and mutual pining.

I love m!Shakarian anyway, but mutual pining?? Sexually charged pining?? LOVE CONFESSIONS?? Good shit

M/F

Change of Command, Garrus/Miranda, 3.6K, M

Set during ME2. Epistolary fic, a series of comms transcripts between Garrus and Miranda.

Yes, someone else wanted Lawkarian!! The (verbal) sparring is so much fun, and the format is perfect.

Beauty Like a Raging Flame, f!Shaeed, 6.2K, E

Set during ME2. Shepard gets into a fight in Afterlife, and Zaeed has to go pick her up.

There’s a lot of Shaeed this year! But this one is my favourite. The Zaeed voice is great (appropriately crusty, not too soppy, just the way I like it) and it’s nice seeing him paired off with a Paragon Shep. Plus, Zaeed’s turned on by violence. Smutty perfection

only echoes in the melody now, Kasumi/Keiji’s Greybox, 3.4K, E

Post-ME3. Bittersweet porn with feelings.

God, this one really blew me away. The prose is incredible, and there’s so many little bits that really land how fucked up the greybox concept really is. The ending is great, too. Can’t recommend this enough.

Longing Makes a Thief, Kasumi/Rolan Quarn, 17.7K, E

Kasumi and Rolan run into each other during a job, and realise they’ve met before - sort of.

This was so much fun - bubbly like a glass of champagne. The banter’s great, the smut is great, it’s all so good. Run, don’t walk!

Poly

An Unfortunately Sexy Man, Addison/Kandros/Kesh/Tann, 6.6K, M

MEA. Addison, Kandros and Kesh all have one thing in common: a devastating, inexplicable crush on Director Tann.

I’m not really one for crack, but this is definitely an exception. Genuinely funny, and the Tann voice in particular is incredibly on-point.

#spectre requisitions #spectre requestions 2023 #fic rec #mass effect fan fiction #mass effect rare pairs

[real-total-drama-takes]

I used to think the whole blorbo brainrot thing wasn't real, but ever since becoming obsessed with Tyler from this show, my grades have tanked. I'm blaming this on him.

Speaking of Tyler:

His characterization has more Autism symptoms than any other gen 1 contestant I can think of. He has a lack of coordination and fine motor skills (if not Autism, maybe he has a low/non-existent sense of depth perception,) he takes things literally, and he's overly trusting (IE Lindsay and Alejandro (w/ Autism, it's often the reverse in people past a certain age, but he seems like a young soul.)) I get the feeling he has a special attachment to his tracksuit and headband too.

His love of sports could also be argued as a special interest, as it interferes with other aspects of his life IE socially, studiously, etc. His overconfidence/blindness to reality could be early signs of psychosis, which is more common in Autistic people than non-Autistics, (35% of Autistic people also have psychosis [source: "Recognizing Psychosis in Autism Spectrum Disorder" paper].) He's also incredibly socially awkward for someone who interacts with people regularly (he has buddies in his audition tape.)

I didn't realize this while watching TDI, but in WT, he was probably the contestant I related to the most because of all these things, even if the series never intended on his character seeming Autistic. I think these behaviors are canonically explained through untreated concussions, explaining why he spells jerk with a g at some point, but it's ingrained in his personality so much that Autism is a possibility. If it was solely brain damage, I feel there would've been more internal conflict to his decision making and more swings to his mood when under pressure. Maybe it could be both? And even in 2007, hopefully people would've taken concussions seriously, especially if they happened to a kid time and time again.

Also I headcanon that his fear of chickens is not because of a traumatic event. He's just terrified of the fact they can live without their heads for a long time. Like... Did they made a deal with the devil to be able to do that!? I feel he would've heard that once and been terrified. I've tried to come up with other explanations for it, but they all were real downers, and I think Tyler has suffered enough.

.

#td tyler #total drama

[kimpossibly]

beneath the ice (peter prior)

pairing: peter prior x fem!reader

summary: sometimes following a lead can be a deadly pursuit with unforseen circumstances. especially in ennis.

wc: 4k

warnings: situations of peril (description of a near drowning), swearing, blood, hospitals, peter and kayla r separated and getting a divorce sorryyy, kissing/making out

author's note: HI SORRY I DISAPPEARED FOR FOREVER HI HELLO HOW ARE YOU. i started college last fall so i guess i just got caught up in the swing of things and really lost my game, but here i am! can't promise i won't disappear again as i still do have to finish up the semester (and i may be writing an original novel *winky face*) but i just HAD to come on here and rant because the true detective brainrot is real guys. so so real. i was literally looking for content after the first ep and i was like wait...it doesn't even exist yet which is SO CRAZY because usually i write for/obsess over characters with so much content already out there so like. i guess i gotta make the content this time??? let me know if you want more peter fics because the brainrot is REALLLL. okay, love you! hope you enjoy!

"This is a bad idea."

"Yeah, probably."

Y/N had had it up to here with Peter's complaints. They stood at the edge of the frozen lake, their flashlights beaming over the glassy surface. It was around three o'clock, the sixth day of dark. Y/N still didn't feel fully adjusted to the constant darkness, especially with the case of the Tsalal station in full force. Sleep was a rare commodity nowadays, and she usually relied on that sleep to keep her sense of night and day in check. She wasn't getting any of that now.

"We're not going to be able to see anything from here," she muttered, squinting out at the lake. She took a tentative step off the snowy edge and tested the ice, putting half her weight on it to see if it would hold.

Peter saw what she was thinking before she did it, and he was going to do his damned best not to let it happen. "You're not going out there."

Y/N looked back at him. "I used to be a dancer, remember? I'm light on my feet."

"You were a tap dancer."

"Same difference."

She put one foot on the ice, taking a step forward. There was a little creaking sound as the ice adjusted to her weight, but it held. Peter caught her arm before she could take another. "Y/N."

She pursed her lips. "You can come with me if you want, but it might only hold one of us. Your choice."

"We'll call someone. We'll call Danvers, or—"

"We're here now. We might as well get out there and start looking."

He didn't like this idea. He did not like this plan. But Y/N had, seemingly, set on it. There wasn't much he could do now to stop her. He couldn't beat her, and joining her would probably make things worse. All he could do now was watch her. "Stay close to the edge."

Y/N grinned. "I knew you'd come around."

She turned and aimed her beam of light at the glassy ice, taking a few, slow steps forward. She could see straight through the glass now, to the rocky bottom below. If her lead was right...something would be here. Awena Lake. Something was here.

She traversed farther and farther onto the frozen surface, the wind whipping her hair around her face. She was far. Too far, in Peter's opinion. He was about to call out to her when suddenly she stopped, staring down at a place in the ice.

What he didn't know was that she was staring down at a face.

She whispered something her voice quiet, terrified. Then, a scream. Y/N fell to her knees, punching at the ice, trying to break through.

"Y/N!"

She heard Peter calling her name, but she could only focus on breaking through that ice. Punched and punched and punched until her knuckles split and suddenly the ice below her was getting painted with blood every time she brought a fist down. She was almost in a trance, beating away at the solid glacial matter that just wouldn't break.

But then, of course, it did.

It happened so quick that Peter couldn't missed it if he blinked at the wrong moment. One second he was taking slow, cautious steps onto the ice, heading to get Y/N before she did something really stupid. The next second there was a sound like breaking plaster and a splash, and Y/N disappeared under the ice.

She felt hands grasping at her, trying to pull her down. And a voice—there was definitely a voice. She couldn't quite make it out. She opened her mouth to scream back, and as the cold water rushed into her lungs, her lips formed one question: what happened to you?

Her vision went black before she got an answer.

Music. The first thing she noticed when she woke up was the music. And the fact that she was warm, when the last thing she remembered being was really f-cking cold. Her eyelids stuck together as she slowly blinked open, the dim lighting of the hospital room slowly coming into focus. She tried to flex her fingers and found them stiff as ice (no pun intended). She saw the white bandage wrapped around her hands, purple bruises around her wrist and near the tips of her fingers. Jesus. She'd done some damage on that ice.

The fucking music. It was some oldie—70s, probably. It was playing softly from the corner, and she turned her stiff neck to see Peter slumped in a chair, staring down at his phone. What a loser. She cleared her throat to test her voice.

"If you're on TikTok right now, I'll fucking kill you."

Peter jumped at the sudden sound, his phone clattering to the ground. Y/N laughed, though it quickly turned into a wheezy cough. She sat up, a bandaged hand covering her mouth as she continued to choke. Peter rushed to her side, filling up a paper cup with the water pitcher on the bedside table. He handed it to her and she waited for the coughs to dissipate a bit before taking a gulp of the cold water. She sucked in a breath and found her ribs fighting back against the stretch. Everything was sore. Which, she reminded herself, was her own fault.

"Do you want me to call the doctor?" he asked, dragging the chair closer to sit beside her.

Y/N shook her head. "Nah. M'fine."

He gave her a look, and she clarified, "As fine as I can be."

Peter looked like he wanted to say something for a moment, but held it back. Y/N noticed a manila file on the other side of her and raised an eyebrow, reaching for it. Even leaning over caused her ribs to scream back in pain, but the snatched the folder anyway, flipping it open to see her own medical chart. "Hypothermia, boxer's fracture in both hands, ventricular fibrillation...Jesus. Okay, so I did some damage. My bad."

"What the fuck, Y/N?"

She looked up from her file. Peter had a look on his face she couldn't quite parse. Anger? Pity? Whatever it was, it was heightened by the fact that his under eyes were darker than she'd ever seen them. He stood up, pacing a bit. "Can you stop treating this like it's some fucking joke? You fell through the ice. I had to call Danvers and tell her you almost got yourself killed following some shit lead. You know what she said?"

Y/N stayed silent, fearing that whatever she said would make things worse.

"She asked me why the fuck I didn't stop you."

Y/N wanted to bite back, to yell that it wasn't his responsibility to tell her what to do and what not to do. But, she reminded herself, he probably knew that. It didn't matter. If Danvers said he should've stopped her, he should've stopped her. At least, that's probably how it went in his mind.

She said nothing. Eventually Peter shook his head, muttering something under his breath before going back on his phone. Y/N stared at her own hands, dragging her finger over a little spot of blood that had begun to peek through it. She tried to shift herself a bit and a pain shot through her ankle. She grimaced, hissing lightly at the sting. She pulled her blanket aside and looked down, her stomach twisting when she saw a purple bruise surrounding her right ankle. Almost like a hand.

"Geez. What, did you drag me out by my ankles?" she said to Peter.

"What?" he replied, not looking up, "no, I grabbed your hand."

"Then what the hell is that?"

She pointed, and Peter's eyes followed where she was indicating. "Maybe you kicked something," he offered, "you were trying to swim back up to the surface."

Y/N frowned, something nagging in the back of her mind. "No I wasn't."

"Yes, you did. I saw you."

"No, I was dragged."

Peter shook his head, as if trying to make the words coming out of her mouth form a logical sentence. "What?"

The memory came flooding back to Y/N. The moment just before she started punching at the ice. The face. "I saw her."

"Saw who?"

"Annie."

Peter stilled, his jaw loosening ever so slightly. He looked at Y/N, and for a moment he wondered if the hypothermia had gotten to her brain. "What?"

"Annie K. I saw her under the ice, so I tried to go down and get her."

"Y/N, Annie's-"

"She's fucking dead, I know," she snapped. "But I saw her, alright? I wouldn't start punching solid ice for nothing."

And now Peter was left in a conundrum. On the one hand, Y/N wouldn't lie about something like this. He trusted her that far at the very least. But what she was saying she saw...that went beyond reasonable explanation. He looked at her hands, remembering how they looked just after he pulled her out of the ice. Raw and bloody and bruised. He saw the way she was punching at that ice. It was desperate. No logical person would fuck up their hands like that for a lie. She was really reaching for something. For someone, if that's what she says.

There was still one issue: Danvers wouldn't hear it. They saw how far Trooper Navarro got when she tried to bring Annie's name into the equation. Zero tolerance. They couldn't expect any more grace from the chief.

"You don't have to believe me-"

"I do, Y/N. I do."

She was a little surprised at that. She'd expected Peter to tell her she was crazy. Nevertheless, she could take his belief and run with it. "Then help me," she said, her voice stern. "Follow this lead with me as far as it can go. We don't have to tell Danvers, and if it leads nowhere it leads nowhere. Just don't make me do it on my own."

Conundrum #2: Does he stay on the sidelines or jump through that ice with her?

Fuck it. It's gonna be cold either way.

"Fine."

Y/N's lips turned up into a small smile. Before she could respond, though, one of their co-workers, Lissy, popped her head in the door. "Hey, Prior. You're relieved of L/N duty."

Y/N sat up in bed, giving Peter a look. "L/N duty?"

He gave a sheepish shrug. "Would it help if I said I volunteered?"

"Get out of here. Smartass."

Danvers came eventually to swear at her and ask what the hell she'd been thinking. She gave Danvers the real, honest answer, which was that she wasn't. She'd probably take that better than a lie.

But eventually, of course, she had to.

"And what the hell made you start punchin' that ice?"

Y/N paused. "I thought I saw something, but it was—it wasn't—"

"Well, what?" Danvers snapped. "What was it? Wasn't it?"

"It was nothing, okay? It was a false lead."

That was hard to say, even if it wasn't true.

The highlight of the whole situation was that, at the very least, Y/N's circadian rhythm had gone back to somewhat normal. She looked over files until around eleven o'clock at night when she couldn't keep her eyes open for more than ten seconds at a time. Trying to sleep was a battle for a moment, what with the sore everything and the hands that could barely grasp at the blankets to pull them up to her chin. But eventually exhaustion won out, and she fell asleep to the gentle hum of the hospital's heating system.

And though she never really had in her life, she dreamed.

She dreamed that she was back under the ice, the rocks beneath her feet, crystal clear water swallowing her hole. And there was Annie, beckoning her further and further out. She swam for her until her muscles burned. The further out Annie took her, the darker the water got, and the colder and colder she felt. It got so dark and so cold that she couldn't see Annie at all. It was only when she squinted that she could see her hands in front of her face, and she watched in horror as frost crept over her skin and nipped at her blood.

When Y/N jolted awake, it took her embarrassingly long to realize she was standing on the roof of the hospital. Her bare feet were buried in the snow, the tips of her toes hanging over the edge, five stories above Ennis. A yelp tore out of her mouth before she could stop it, her balance wavering for a single, terrifying moment.

She stepped down from the ledge as soon as she got her bearings, the wind blowing right through her hospital gown and stinging her skin. She stumbled back into the hospital, arms wrapped around herself as she tried to recover from the intense cold, all the while wondering how the hell she got up there.

There was seemingly only one answer: she brought me there.

Peter's kitchen table was littered with crime scene photos. Darwin toddled on the floor, playing with his stuffed elephant, while Peter brewed a fresh pot of coffee. Y/N was so focused that she didn’t notice as Darwin stood and reached his little hand up, grasping for the photos. His fingertips found purchase and he started to pull a particularly bloody photo off the table. Y/N snatched it out of his grasp just before he could be scarred for life and Darwin let out a little giggle.

“Close call, little man,” she said, “that would’ve taken a lot of therapy to unsee.”

Darwin stuck his tongue out at her. She stuck hers out back.

“Kayla should be on her way to come get him. She's trying to beat the storm,” Peter said, scooping Darwin up and carrying him safely away from the photos. They sat down between the couch and the fireplace, and Y/N, suddenly craving a break from the blood and gore, got up to go meet them.

"You guys doing okay?" she asked as she sat cross-legged beside Darwin. "You and Kayla?"

She could tell immediately that she hit a nerve. Peter's eyes darted away from Darwin instantly, his gaze instead setting on the fire. He didn't answer for a moment, and for a moment Y/N thought maybe he was acting like he didn't hear her. "We, uh...we separated."

Y/N frowned. "What?"

"Two months ago. Maybe two and a half."

He picked up the fire poker and stoked the flames—not because they needed to be, but because if he didn't have something to do with his hands he'd go crazy.

Y/N didn't quite know what to say. She remembered when her parents separated, but she was too little to do much about it. Too young to think about comforting them.

"I'm sorry," she said.

Peter just shook his head and shrugged like it was no big deal. "It was coming eventually. We just finally owned up to it."

"Still. It sucks."

"Yeah."

They sat in silence for a moment. Darwin handed the elephant over to Y/N to make way for his sudden interest in picking out the fuzzies in the carpet.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm becoming increasingly concerned that my ice plunge gave me walking pneumonia."

That didn't make it better, but it did get him to laugh.

They played with Darwin and generally avoided the topic of work until there was a knock at the door. A hush seemed to fall over them, reality setting back in. Peter got up, taking Darwin with him, and Y/N went back to the kitchen table. She made herself busy (or, at the very least, she made herself look busy) with files.

Peter opened the door with Darwin in one arm, Darwin's weekend backpack in the other. Kayla stood there on the other side. She grinned and cooed as she took Darwin, but the grin faded when it became clear that she had to interact with Peter.

Look at the files, Y/N. What's happening at the door is none of your business.

Ugh, but eavesdropping would be so fun.

"What's she doing here?" she heard Kayla say. Both she and Peter looked over to where Y/N was sitting.

Well, at least I don't have to eavesdrop.

Y/N looked up, raising an awkward hand in greeting. "Hi Kayla."

"Hi Y/N," Kayla replied. She wasn't cold, but it was clear that Y/N wasn't her favorite person in the world.

Peter said something about work, but Y/N couldn't decipher it. She went back to work, trying to block out the distant sounds of what seemed to be a heated conversation. Eventually the door closed (not slammed, luckily) and Y/N looked up. Peter stared at the wooden door for a few seconds after it had closed, like he thought it might open again. Y/N rushed to look away as he finally turned and headed in her direction. She tried not to shift as he took a seat on the side of the table closest to her, taking his own stack of files and beginning to sort through them.

After a moment, she spoke. "Aaaaare we gonna talk about that?"

"No we are not."

"Got it, got it."

They studied crime scenes. They looked at the facts. They asked a lot of wrong questions and maybe a few right ones. They got so deep into the case of the Tsalal men that they didn't realize when the clock struck three in the morning just as Peter was about to brew a new pot of coffee.

"Huh," was all Y/N could manage to say when she saw the time.

"Huh," Peter agreed.

She looked outside, which at this time of night was a greyish blur of falling snow moving at too many miles per hour. This was the type of storm Y/N's mother told her to watch out for. People who drove out in these either ended up wrecked or freezing to death before they made it home. "Mind if I stay the night?"

Peter nodded. "'Course."

Ten minutes later, Y/N was curled on the couch with a down comforter draped over her to block out the chill (with the help of three layers of clothes and another blanket on top). The lights were out and all she could hear was the sound of whistling wind as she drifted off to sleep.

And for the second time in years, she dreamed.

She was back under that water, cold seeping into her bones. She saw the surface just a few feet above her head, close enough to touch. She reached up, but before her frozen fingers could make contact with the frozen sheet of ice she could use to pull herself up, a hand seized her ankle and dragged her down. She screamed, but only bubbles escaped her mouth, the sound absorbed by the freezing waters that enveloped her. She rushed to suck in a breath and the water flooded in to meet her screaming lungs.

She was dying.

She looked down at the one who was dragging her, and saw someone she knew to be dead.

"Y/N..."

"Annie?" Y/N said. More bubbles. Annie just looked at her, and somehow she knew: Death was coming.

"Y/N!"

Peter's hand landed roughly on her shoulder, enough to shake her out of the dream and make her realize that she was standing outside in the swirling snow, which was getting worse by the second. She turned, and their faces were so close that their matching frozen, red noses were inches away from touching. 

“What the hell are you doing?”

Y/N made no reply, trekking back towards the house as quickly as her bare feet could take her. Annie’s eyes were still flashing across her mind every few seconds, as if trying to come back to the surface and consume her again. She wouldn’t let that happen.

As soon as the door shut behind her, the wind howling and doing its best to pry it back open again, she collapsed against it, trying to stave off cold and paranoid visions. She vaguely heard Peter mutter No, come here, as he pulled her up from the floor and guided her to the fireplace, which he promptly lit. He draped a blanket around her, then two, then three. She must’ve looked like a floating head with all the fabric covering her from the shoulders down as she curled on the floor, knees drawn up to her chest. He sat down beside her after he was satisfied she had enough to warm her up. She was shivering slightly, but the horrified look in her eyes made him wonder if that was totally from the cold. He didn’t ask. He sat, staring straight at the fire with her. That was all he could do.

“It was Annie,” Y/N said finally, her voice hoarse. “She took me out there.”

Peter didn’t respond—he was sure the explanation she would give, if she gave any, would go entirely over his head.

Y/N swallowed hard before continuing. “She’s involved in all this. I don’t know how, and I don’t know why. But something about Annie is still alive. Because what happened to her? That’s what happens when men get angry. But when women get angry? You end up out in the snow in the middle of the night with no idea how you got there.”

Silence.

“She’s angry. We just have to figure out why.”

Peter looked at her, color starting to bloom in her previously purple lips. She stared intently ahead as she talked, almost as if she were in a trance. When Peter reached out and took a lock of her hair gently between his fingers, she didn’t flinch. She glanced over at him, her eyes illuminated by the fire he’d set.

“Your hair froze,” was his only explanation.

Y/N looked down and saw that he was right. Little ice crystals had formed in patches of her hair. She wondered how long she’d been out there in the cold.

She wasn’t sure who leaned in first, or when the images of Annie disappeared from her mind, but in an instant Peter’s lips were on hers, and all visions of Annie floated away, replaced only by the feeling of his lips and hands.

It was only a moment before he pulled away, his eyes shut in a way that suggested he fucked up. For the second time in a week she’d nearly found herself in a life-threatening situation, and here he was playing with her hair and kissing her like a besotted middle schooler. She would be mad—she had to be.

“Sorry,” he said quietly.

“Don’t be,” Y/N said, pulling him back to her and kissing him again.

That was all the okay Peter needed. He pulled her to him again, this time a bit rougher, but still careful not to accidentally push any blankets off her. It was Y/N who eventually shed them, pulling him onto the couch with her. It was still too cold inside for either of them to remove any more layers they already had on (which they both found extremely unfortunate), but that didn’t stop Y/N from crawling atop him and straddling his waist to better kiss him.

After what felt like hours (but was probably only twenty minutes), they wound up that way, with Y/N laying her head on Peter’s chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her to hold him to her. Her heart rate was just starting to slow down when Peter spoke.

“You know I’ll help you see this through, right?” 

Y/N looked up at him. “Yeah.”

He ran a soft hand through her hair and she laid back down.

“This is a bad idea, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, probably.”

But, funnily enough, neither of them cared.

#peter prior #peter prior x reader #true detective night country #true detective

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Can I just say that as much as I'm usually talking into the void here, I'm so grateful for this community, even if I'm usually hanging out on the sidelines?

It's so nice to be able to come on here and write my silly little posts about the things Taylor's music makes me think about and to then have you wonderful people continue the discussion, or to read what you are all observing or analyzing and have my mind blown or chuckle or share in the joy or whatever.

For comparison, there are people who I used to love talking about this stuff with but over the years they've soured on Taylor (totally her prerogative) and we've stopped being able to have these discussions, because the nuance just goes out the window in the process. Like thinking Taylor was obsessive for writing as much as she did about JG because they were only together three months (when those of us who follow her realize it was more complicated than that), or insisting Midnights is a breakup album and the last year and a half of the relationship with Joe was fake going through the motions or fake and that they broke up way before tour (when... it's pretty damn obvious when it happened from the set list alone) and thinking TTPD is just going to be a diss album used to bury a helpless ex (...) or using the situation last May (ahem) as proof of her callousness or whatever, when again a more human answer is that she wasn't exactly thinking clearly and in The Pit in the wake of a life-changing upheaval etc. Or what really gets me, dismissing the Snakegate stuff as her being petty and holding onto grudges and ignoring the really intense mental and physical consequences that she dealt with for years afterwards.

Which is not to say this is all about her personal life, but that by being able to look at the music through a more nuanced lens instead of, like, taking it literally, for lack of better word, it colours in the lines and not only situates the music more in the context in which it was created, but also makes it feel richer to our own interpretations and associations with it. I LOVE when we all go back and find parallels with her other songs, and it's even more fun now because the mash-ups on stage show Taylor does the same thing with her own music! It's such a rich tapestry and we're in such a unique position as fans where an artist is reaching (if not has reached) living legend status in real time, while at an unprecedented level of creative output, and we get to digest the music and study it and watch it evolve before our eyes!

It's just really nice to have a space online where we *can* do that, because I feel like there just is nowhere else to really do that? It seems like people I know in real life either a) actively avoid her music (totally fair, not everyone's cup of tea) b) only care in terms of current pop culture value (also fair, although it gets annoying when it veers into TikTok brainrot into easter egging and shit instead of being about hte music) or c) obsessed with the Travis romance of it all. And I think most online spaces are kind of caught in these camps too. It's either unrelenting criticism (which is fine, not everyone has to like her and there are valid things to critique, even if I don't particularly care to myself) veering into hatred for the sake of hatred, or obsessing over her personal life to the point of dehumanizing her as a person and artist.

I know I'm being a cupcake but like, this is the cupcake website, so who cares. I use this space to delve into the shows and movies and music I love because there isn't anywhere else you can curate your experience as much as you can here. And when it comes to Taylor's music, I love that I can just spill my guts about what sets my brain on fire (affectionate) and the connections that emerge and just how much it makes me feel. And between the reblogs and comments and messages, it's slightly less lonely talking to everyone else too.

So, thank you friends! I don't know why I'm in my feels today but it seems like as good a time as any!

#ttpd time is gonna be a riot #writing letters addressed to the fire #i just... really like writing stuff #without having to get defensive or bite my tongue because someone is yelling BUT ACTUALLY #like believe me i'm a huge celebrity snarker #but i have a taylor shaped hole in my cynicism! #anyway happy weekend everyone! #i'm thinking about how much i've written about midnights (since I'm currently listening to it lol) #and there's nowhere else I would have been able to do that #and there's nowhere else I could spit out all the theorizing about ttpd i'm thinking #and it's just fun! #if detrimental to my social life lol

[mamasplat]

let it be known when anyone posts about zinnia and courtney in shared context i’m out there.

i’m out there and i’m kicking my feet, i’m giggling, i’m hiding my face in my hands, i’m a bomb about to explode like a firework in the night sky-

[fine print:]

[this is based on my own unhinged opinion and day dreaming activities, i have color coded specific words to assist in visualization. zinnia is red, courtney is purple. these are of course open to interpretation and i am of course open to further discussion.]

therefore, brainrot playlist below ↓↓↓

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•What Is This Feeling?:

seems self explanatory for the grunt zinnia era, but can also work in pasio forced proximity.

“What is this feeling, So sudden and new?. I felt the moment, I laid eyes on you. My pulse is rushing. My head is reeling. My face is flushing. What is this feeling? Fervid as a flame, Does it have a name? Yes! Loathing, Unadulterated loathing”

• Mary:

frankly not my usual taste, but the potential in the lyrics is ripe. specifically the amount of ways you can utilize it, you could make it fit most plots if you try hard enough and i throughly enjoy tragic lesbians.

“Mary is the girl that I wanna kiss. She's got big red eyes and big red lips, She's got big sharp teeth and big fat hips. Mary is the girl that I wanna fuck. She's got leather heart and leather gloves, She's the only girl that I wanna love.”

and it only gets even more angsty if that’s what your wanting, for instance- the delta episode

“Mary is the girl that leaves you to rot. She says, "I am real and you are not" She says, "I am real and you are not"”

• Again:

heavy delta episode break down. and flyleaf in general gives me big courtney vibes (the whole reason they got into my top artists so fast)

“I love the way that your heart breaks, With every injustice and deadly fate.”

“I love that you're never satisfied, With face value wisdom and happy lies.”

“You take what they say and go back and cry. You're so close to me that you nearly died.”

• This Is (Not):

also delta episode. if Again is courtney’s pov, This Is (Not) is zinnia’s.

“We're specks of dust, Hurling nowhere through unending void. We're blinks of time, Clinging haphazardly to life.”

“And we'll do it again 'til it's done. But we know it's never enough. You can only get what you give. As the sky crashes down, Hold me firm 'til it's my turn again.”

• Ecstasy (Apple of My Eye):

with so much inherent angst with unworldlyshipping (not complaining i enjoy sobbing over them.) it’s only fair i switch the pace. we all know courtney can be a bit…intense. some would say obsessive. but i hear ecstasy and my first thought is courtney being all mushy over that wild lorekeeper.

“In my darkest dreams I see, You're much close now to me. I have got you in my hair, I can feel you round me everywhere”

“In a kiss lies so much more than touch. And my life has found a new temptation, And ecstasy has meaning once again. I find suddenly I'm closer to you. And I find all my wildest dreams, Have come true, While I spin round. My heart is beating for two. And I am wishing, It will always be you and I.”

• Set Fire to the Rain:

hear me out when i say 2010s adele fits unworldly shipping- because i’m right. zinnia’s team magma betrayal in a courtney pov.

“I let it fall, my heart. And as it fell, you rose to claim it”

“My hands, they're strong, But my knees were far too weak. To stand in your arms, Without falling to your feet.”

“But there's a side to you, That I never knew, never knew. All the things you'd say, They were never true, never true. And the games you play, You would always win, always win”

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!honorable mentions!:

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that’s all i got (for now…) you may now forget this post byeee

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#the autism still going strong #unworldlyshipping #magma admin courtney #lorekeeper zinnia #playlist #i put way too much effort into this #self indulgence at its finest #Spotify

[gildeddlily]

this is me acting on my star wars brainrot.

I've been a fan of it for like years, but not really. my uncle gifted us the Attack of The Clones DVD when I was like six and my sister and I loved it. Only later when I got my own pc and telephone I watched all the other films, started liking it, went to the cinema to see The Rise of Skywalker and yk all the things a pre-teen can do with restricted phone usage. ten years after watching AOFC for the first time I obsessed over it again, almost for the first time. I spent the last like 5 months watching the films again, then the series (starting with The Mandalorian) and finally The Clone Wars.

now. I've never been a prequel hater. Like, I recognise that it wasn't well written, but the raw plot had a lot of potential. watching The Clone Wars changed my view on everything. now I hate the prequels lol.

the thing is. Anakin's character is shit.

how to explain it.

(disclaimer I'm probably not saying anything new but I have to talk ab it to someone and you're there being pretty so yes. and I absolutely love Anakin.)

In The Phantom Menace we see Darth Vader as a child, specifically a child slave. And just this was enough for the plot, in my opinion. The amount of pain he must have suffered living like that for nine fucking years is massive, and this idea could have become something beautiful to watch. now, my oh-so-rightfully-hated Qui-Gon Jinn, what do you think a child slave (that you've just won in a pod race without telling him) would say to you inviting him to come with you? But ofc, Anakin said he wanted to be a jedi. All right. Let's talk about his mother. She gave her permission to Qui-Gon to take Anakin with him, when the only alternative was making him stay in a planet where he would have been enslaved, again, and lived miserably. Kind of a "this or death" situation.

But Anakin wanted to be a jedi, and she wanted him to be happy. All right. Then the scene with the Jedi Council. (I'm not anti-jedi, but I've seen a lot of people saying that it was Anakin's fault, that what he proved wasn't sane love but obsession- and it's kinda natural? yk, for people who grew up being told to control constantly their emotions and not taught to be deal with them like a normal person (they're repressed alr) it's not strange to end up in a toxic relationship. no one ever said anything ab "yes to relationship, but no to attachment", they just said "you like that girl? boy cm don't get attached". Obi I'm talking with you (I love him so much)) They judge a child slave, who just left his mother, a fucking slave, on his birth(?) planet, who is being judged by a bunch of people he doesn't know in a place he's not familiar with, and with the risk (in his mind) to having to come back in said birth planet, for feeling fear? of course he's scared? Are you actually dumb or don't you realize that you have a child in front of you and not a piece of marble?

And I love the "the Council founds out that Anakin was a slave after years" trope, cause that has to be real. No sane person would say something like that ("fear leads to the dark side" wth man) to someone so traumatized at such an age.

then, a ten years timeskip, and the ex-slave trope gets literally thrown out the window. they didn't talk about it a single time. (don't get me started on Shmi and Cliegg) and yk, I understand it. they had a lot of things to fit in like four hours in total, so I understand.

What I don't understand, is that the hell happened with The Clone Wars series (the film too. that's worse. but in a different way). (this is me judging everything and still loving it)

we got to know the clones as people, and it explains how the clones managed to kill the jedi (and makes it more painful to watch). it was epic. it was shit.

The jedi had bonds with the clones. the clones are slaves, basically, and except for a few episodes, it's a topic that never gets approached. (we love the mistreated Coruscant Guard trope)

Thinking about it, few episodes focused on the clones as people and not characters standing there at Anakin, Ahsoka and Obi's side, and when they do it it's heartbreaking of course (Umbara, Fives, the Domino Squad, Echo's rescue and so on)

So, Anakin is the General of an army of slaves, basically. and it's never talked about. And all right, I get it, they wanted it to be a show for kids too- but than they talked about slavery with the Zygerria Arc (badly too, don't get me started), so why didn't they talked explicitly about what the clones were to the Republic? For a show with so heavy political opinions they shouldn't have avoided it.

and again, the clones aren't the protagonists at the end (clone wars my ass, better be "borderline anakin, his little cute sister (hating on ahsoka is like telling an infant not to cry) and the sassy flirty ex parent-brother") so alr.

but when Anakin becomes Darth Vader he's like the slaver? they made the ex-slave the slaver of million of beings? and this could have been greatly used too, to show how his corruption was deep, deep to the point of making him become the thing he hated the most. but no, it's not really talked about, like always.

his character isn't coherent with his story for like half the script.

so all of this was to say that I hate canon!Anakin and love what Anakin could have been.

I hate canon!Council, and I kind of like what the Councli could have been.

I love Obi. he's just there. hehe. (no, he's kind of a shitty master half the time, but he's not so bad as a brother. brothers can make mistakes they're not invincible but the love is always there alr)

I hate the prequels. I absolutely love every fic written ab it, great vagina I love you (like Tatooine's slave culture, every clones' hc, y'all hc just are)

it's like eleven pm and i should finish my wolffe&fox fic love and kisses I need sleep

(im still gonna watch them and cry over their shitty writing)

#star wars #the phantom menace #the attack of the clones #revenge of the sith #the clone wars #zygerria arc #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #she's so #she's a teenager #she's fourteen #you 30ys men have no right to call her annoying fuck you #star wars prequels #padme amidala #jedi council #tatooine #tatooine slave culture #commander fox #commander wolffe #how i love them #just thoughts #don't take this too seriously #and remember that im not including comics and books. im poor i don't have them #love #first and last post ab this fandom cause im afraid people are gonna kill me

[susandsnell]

Bonjour! I wanted to thank you for sharing more of your Jonathan/Becky thoughts! I found some of your posts last year and I found them very cute! && Yesterday I found you sharing more stuff about her and it makes me very happy! Thank you very much for sharing and giving love to Becky! I love Rebecca so much that I haven't stopped writing and thinking about her since 2021, she deserves a lot of love!

Bonjour bonjour! (Or bonsoir, where I am!)

It's so exciting to get a message from you; I always smile when I see your Becky art at the top of her tag on tumblr! Thank you so much for reaching out; I'm so glad you like my rambles about the ship that unexpectedly gripped me when I got into Batman, and I'm even gladder they make you happy. <3

Scarecrow was always my favourite Rogue after Harley and Ivy, so I was digging back into comics and popular stories when The Batman 2022 was released last year and sent me on the brainrot train, and that was how I came across New Years' Evil and Miss Rebecca Albright. Her design was super adorable, and she was such a badass in her one-off, a real 1990's gothic heroine with some dashes of final girl which fits perfectly into Gotham City. And when I saw she was a law student (I'm a law school graduate, seriously, I've got too many lawyer blorbos as a result haha) the rest was history! She's such a strong, lovable character, and it's so lovely talking to someone so passionate about her!

What definitely also helps is that I've been obsessed with Phantom of the Opera (and similar stories after that) since I was 12, so I've definitely been primed for Jonathan/Becky, and what their dynamic is and has the potential to be. Having a 1990s' gothic romance available like that in the already operatic Batverse that could be set to this song? Yes please!)

I've been digging around for as much Becky content as possible since then, and I love the various ways people have fleshed her out. (Is it just me or are there so many characters with such great potential confined to single appearances?) I've only written those two oneshots for her in my asks/on my ao3 so far, but I've definitely tossed around some headcanons of my own for her, and it's so fun to see how people shape her! Can't wait to see more of your writing/art for her, too — your interpretation of her from what I've seen are already so lovely!!!

I couldn't agree more — the law student who stood up to the Master of Fear and sought to overcome her bullying on her own terms, but never sacrificing her own scruples, is so so important to me. And the relationship between a girl and her monster is something that can be so personal, actually!

Thanks again for reaching out and sharing in the Becky love, this ask really made me smile. <3 Please feel free to say hi or shoot a message any time!

#bat-tag #asks #becky albright #jonbecky #thanks for asking <3 #jonathan crane #...sorta #he's around but his gf is so much cooler than him #sorry for the essay response this ask got me excited ^^'

[hungry-skeleton]

Hi I heard you want hyper specific questions about your current interests, tell me about a character you could go on about for paragraphs in Red vs. Blue (I think that's what you said you were into now?????) whether it be canon information or all headcanon ideas you've come up with, spill them out

YAHOOOOO!!!! Thank you!!

Well my favorite character is Doc!!! Specifically him and O'Malley together (O'Malley used to be an AI in his head but later on split into a real alter) I love love their dynamic soooo much. Sensitive kindhearted vegan nerd and a literal cartoon villain. They were so fun as the original "antagonists" of the series. It's a shame they always disappear for such long periods of time, but that's kind of a running joke with Doc in that he'll go missing for ages and no one notices.

It's really a shame that they TRIED to give Doc more depth in season 16 but like everything else in that season it was half assed and kind of bad. They just kinda dropped the fact that his brother died when he was young and then never brought it up again. God I hate 16-18 so much. I'm not gonna put this in the main tag so I won't get into a fight about it but I am GLAD 15-18 are getting retconned they suck. Not 15 though I'm not mad at it, it brought us Temple and Jax 💚 and the fucked up corpse room.

Anyways, I don't think Doc really needs a backstory, he could definitely use an arc of his own though (not whatever that character writing nightmare was in 16-17) he and O'Malley started working a lot better together near the end of 13 and I hope we get to see more of that. I want them to be on more even terms, even if by their own character they could never morally get along. Plus yknow, I'm obsessed with their banter.

Even if D&O are my favourite characters I don't normally talk/post about them since my second favorite character, Sarge, is like.. Way easier to make jokes about. I love him dearly too, but my babygirls come first. I am planning on drawing Doc soon though!! The purple boy will come...

Thank you so much for this ask the RvB brainrot is so fucking real rn

#an ask #skela speaks

[masonshine]

Hi Kao!!! I see the Infamous brainrot has you too haha :) Can you tell us more about Salomé? She looks so very cool 🥰 Hope you're doing well!!!

Hello PD! I'm doing good, thank you 💕 Hope you're doing great as well!!

LOL yeah, there's no escaping the Infamous obsession. I played it sometime late April and i haven't been able to think of anything else since lol It's already shaping up to be one of my favourite IFs.

Ahh thank you so much, you're too kind 🥰 Kinda struggled to decide how i wanted Salomé to be and what i wanted for her but i'm satisfied so far with what i came up with. Tho some things are still subject to change and others are in progress.

So sorry in advance because this got long and also for my messy rambling!

Salomé Jackson is her real name, which she also uses as her stage name. I know i want a middle name for her but i still haven't found the perfect one. Her mother is latina with middle eastern roots and her father white american (french and irish origins).

Salomé is the frontwoman of Fatal Flaw. She is an avid reader and was always interested in Greek Mythology so that's the reason she (and Seven) chose that as a name. Plus it just sounded cool lol

Fatal Flaw's an alternative rock band, think The Neighborhood, Willow Smith, Arctic Monkeys, Beabadoobee, L'Arc-en-ciel (a japanese rock band) type of songs. I have not come up with their album or most popular song names yet, although i have some lyrics written down.

Even tho she's really into it because she loves music and singing, she also enjoys being loved and recognized (she's... love starved thanks to her parents, so the celebrity life kinda gives her the love she longs for) and she's working hard to make a name for her band.

Seven is her ex and she's absolutely not over him. The fight and the breakup impacted her BADLY. That was like such a turnpoint in her life. Seven really was her everything; she loved him so much and thought he was her forever, so him not being around anymore completely turned her life upside down. It also increased her abandonment issues which were already there thanks to her parents again, and as such she's become more wary of hurting ppl she loves and actually started trying harder to please everyone, specifically her band members which she considers family.

That's one of the reasons she's been trying her hardest not to make the band about herself, and actually let the others get their shine too. Also one of the reasons she chose to share the bus with Soft Violence, for Rowan's sake (the other reason being her somehow still wanting to be in Seven's vicinity even tho that would do nothing but hurt her). I don't wanna call her a ppl pleaser per se but...

Salomé also has a crush on her role model Griffin Reign. It's just an innocent (for now) crush one might get on their fav celebrity. Absolutely no worries of it becoming smth more, not at all. It would be wrong... and well, she just could never like him that way (lies).

Salomé smokes, drinks and does drugs. I wouldn't say she's addicted to any of the three but her using depends on her mood. It did increase after her breakup with Seven (tho she only got into drugs after it) but she's been trying to pace herself lately with her participation in BOTB. She needs to be responsible about it and doesn't wanna screw things up for her band.

So this is basically it? Maybe i forgot smth important? Anyway if you wanna know anything, don't hesitate to ask 😊

#thank you again for asking #been itching to talk about salomé #but i find it hard to talk about my ocs unprompted #infamous if #oc: salomé jackson #infamous oc #ask

[shares-a-vest]

for the ask game: 3, 8, & 9 🥰

Wynn!!! 💖

Link to Steddie Ask game

3. Favorite three Steddie fanfics?

Oh boy, do I have brainrot over this question. Too. Much. Fanfiction. Also, I'm sooooo bad at keeping up with fics that are in progress or committing to anything over like 15K words (my brain won't focus).

Date me instead by Zhuletta: It combines faking-dating with too-dumb-to-realise-they-are-dating. I was in such a chokehold waiting for each new chapter and I was actively unwell waiting for the final chapter.

alone again, or by 96tears: Steve and Eddie still live in Hawkins a few years later and spend all their time together. Reads like an indie movie. Sooooooo well written.

You've Begun To Feel Like Home by nobetterlove: 5 (+1) of Steve and Eddie getting fake married then for real. I shouted on here about it when I read it. Weddings just get me, man. (This also contradicts my thoughts about Question 9 but idk lmao)

8. Favorite Steddie Headcanon you’ve read or written?

I answered this on my first ask:

How do I narrow this down??? I am obsessed with anything/everything that explores their physical trauma (this is absolutely personal stuff factoring in with this one for me). This is something I wrote about Steve's neck scars. The show doesn't explore it and probably won't so we have to do it. HoH Steve is canon to me at this point (which people write so well).

I'll also add my current love of Steddie as parents to a daughter. I wrote a little thing the other day about it that I'm expanding into a fic (who knows if I'll finish it lol).

9. Do you imagine they would have been childhood friends?

Honestly, no. I think Steve's parents (yes all aboard the Harrington parents hate train) really curated who he hung out with as a kid which eventually morphed into the high school King Steve era. I think of Eddie as a loner as a kid. Maybe having a friend or two in other kids that were outcasts so they hung out perhaps more out of circumstance.

Like Steve, I think Eddie's parents had an effect on his social life as a kid - but more so other people passing judgement on the Munsons (Eddie parents). But he starts to make actual friends when he begins living with Wayne because Wayne actually takes him to age-appropriate gatherings/activities and explains to the other parents their circumstances plainly and that cuts through the judgement a bit.

#lily answers #steddie ask game #steve harrington #eddie munson #lilys fic recs