#they killed an egg together one time! they’re meant to be

[whoturnedgravityoff]

my little misclickers ahahaha

#qsmp #qsmp fanart #they killed an egg together one time! they’re meant to be #slimecicle #qsmp slimecicle #el mariana #elmariana #qsmp mariana #charlie slimecicle #i finally got to color my slime and i love him #slimeriana #still love whoever called them misclick duo that’s a great name #zero art

[stylesharrys]

complicated

summary: harry's moved on and it's killing you to keep watching.

word count: 1,307

a/n: here's a new little piece for you. i do apologise for not putting much out, pregnancy is really taking it out of me alongside working full-time still and redecorating. anyway, enjoy this little angsty fic

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You shouldn’t be surprised, not one bit. And yet, you can’t help the slack in your jaw or the bewildered state in your eyes.

You blink. Once. Twice.

You’re sure you’ve heard him right but part of you wonders if you’ve mistaken the news.

Yes, he’s smitten with her. Completely and utterly head over heels, and this is Harry we’re talking about, someone who very much believes in love at first sight and living in the moment.

He’s just never done anything quite like this before. Sure, taking girls to meet his family after a week of dating, or buying them bank-breaking expensive jewellery before even getting out of the taking stage.

And there’s been a time or two when he’s very prematurely asked girls to move in with him in the first month or so of the relationship. But this? This takes it to a whole new level.

Harry is engaged.

You don’t ignore the aching pang in your heart when you remind yourself what he’s just announced. How can you? Nothing with Harry has ever come easy since you split a couple years back. Reason being that Harry rushed things too quickly and you wanted to take your time to grow and get to know each other.

Yet, hearing the news brings nothing but bile and jealousy to the brim of your throat. That should be you. Two years wouldn’t be a bad time to propose to someone, not after being with them for 4 months and friends for two more years prior.

You could be living together by now, adoring that no doubt blinding ring. But you’re not. Instead, you’re bitter. Bitter that some random girl he’s known for three months is engaged to the love of your life. Bitter that Harry can’t seem to take his time and wait. Bitter that Harry couldn’t wait for you to be ready.

“Wow.”

It comes out as more of a petty whisper than anything else. And Harry notices. The gleam in his eyes turns from proud to sheepish and you hate you’ve made him feel that way.

You never meant to take his happiness away like that. You clear your throat, blinking away the selfish things you’re feeling and mustering up the most convincing smile you possibly can.

“This is huge, H. Congratulations.”

His shoulders seem to sag in relief just a little, and he turns just enough to face another friend in the group. Your heart can’t stop the consistent pangs. It’s a horrible thing to watch, to understand.

Harry is so desperate for love, to find it and keep it, that he blinds himself from common sense and functionality.

It hurts to know that he hasn’t thought this through, or maybe it hurts more that there’s a possibility he has.

Has he?

Has he thought about what this means? That not only will she have his last name but also his fortune, too? That this will be the woman he spends the rest of his life with, has he realised that? Is that what he wants?

What about Christmas’ and New Years? How that’ll be split between his family and hers. And what about children? Will they have any? Have they spoken about that? About starting a family?

Your lungs feel as though they’re crushing in on themselves, or maybe like they’re drowning in tears you’re yet to cry. You can’t breathe, not the more you think. The more you assume.

Why does Harry want all of this with her? Why couldn’t he just wait a little longer to have it with you?

As he speaks with another, you make your quick escape to the kitchen, desperate for something stronger than the bottled water he offered when you arrived at his home. Though as you stare into the fridge, you can’t see a damn thing.

Your vision is completely blurred by salty tears that threaten to spill over, you can barely make out the shape of the eggs that sit in the door of the refrigerator no matter how hard you try to focus.

Everything hurts and you’re sure your knees are going to buckle at any given moment, and when you hear that voice - his voice, telling you there’s white wine in the bottom drawer, you crumble.

Spinning on your heels, you face him.

There’s an anger in your features, he can see it, sense it. A lump forms in Harry’s throat as he takes your state in. He’s not dumb, he knows it has everything to do with his recent news of engagement.

It’s selfish, he knows, but Harry was hoping you’d be okay with it. That you wouldn’t get upset and cry and ask all the questions he knows you’re about to. He doesn’t want to face it, but you don’t exactly give him a choice.

“Four months? Four months and you propose?”

Harry swallows but doesn’t say anything. He knows you need to speak, to get out what you need to say.

You take a step closer.

“Four months of knowing her and you propose?”

Silence.

It only makes your anger grow. You shake your head, arms flailing at your side.

“Do you know her? Or have you just jumped into this like every other time? Why are you so desperate to do these things so quickly, Harry? What if this doesn’t work like everyone before?”

Harry has tears in his eyes and you can’t figure out why. Are you upsetting him with the facts, or is it something else? Did he just not want to hear it?

“How do you do it, H?” your voice is much gentler this time, it catches him off guard.

Harry expects you to shout and scream, not huff and shrug in defeat after a few sentences, he knows you have so much more to say than that.

“Do what?” he finally croaks.

“How do you move on so fucking fast? How do you forget everything we had so quickly? How do you forget me?”

He waits a beat, staring at the tears that fall. Your skin is growing clammy, heart thumping against your ribcage.

Forget you? How could he ever?

“Why do you always have to rush into things? Why couldn’t you have just waited for me?”

Harry doesn’t know what to say, your final words knock him sideways.

“Wait for you?” he asks, brows pinched. “I thought we agreed we were better as friends?”

You scoff, head rolled back in disbelief.

“You wanted me to move in with you after three months, H. I wasn’t ready for that. Then, you wanted to get me a goddamn promise ring. I wasn’t ready for that, either. We were together for four months, Harry. I wanted to take my time with you, get to know you and enjoy the stages of what we were.”

The confession sends ringing through Harry’s ears. He remembers the conversation, where you told him things were moving too fast, that you thought you’d be better as friends.

He takes a deep breath.

“You couldn’t have waited another few months to ask me to move in with you? You couldn’t have waited a month or so after that to get me a promise ring? And a few more again to propose?”

That’s when it hits him. You’re not over Harry, you never were. And all the times since the breakup, that he’s introduced new girls and milestones, you’ve sat there wondering why the hell he couldn’t have just waited and had it all with you.

“Why couldn’t you wait for me, Harry? Why wasn’t I enough?”

He shakes his head, fast.

“You were never not enough, Y/N.”

It’s your turn to shake your head profusely and step back when he inches closer.

“If I was enough, you would’ve waited. And that ring would be on my finger, not some strangers.”

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fic #harry styles angst #harry styles imagines #harry styles x you #imagine harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut #harry styles oneshots

[anartisticdreamer0]

time for liveblog of qtoo stream:

oh hi tilín o/

we’re all wondering what your doing here

“there will be more to come” tilín don’t be like this man

WHO TF IS KILLING THOSE PIGLINS DAMN

damn how evil was? is? q man.

oh okay we acknowledge the beeping, it’s definitely life support

ah a portal, but he doesn’t wanna go- he did- he looked at all his other options and went fine

he realized he’s really far out

RICHAS- pfft richas doesn’t have the fuckin skin on- BAHAAHAHA

there he is properly, q trying to get the admins to redo the scene pfft

tilin wants q to introduce them to richas

i like the detail that richas has their personal blue sign while tilin has the basic signs that they all used to have

PA QUACK AAAAAAAA CRIES

q asking why richas looks so bad and is happy one of them is treating him nicely

HIJA- FUCKING FINALLY

DAMN TILÍN- damn q is really trying to make them understand he loves them both and richas didn’t replace tilín to him, and richas still means a lot

why is richas here, someone free this stinky child.

HA RICHAS SAID IT! HE TOLD Q HES IN A HOSPITAL!

richas is doing the most-

WHY IS THERE A BOAT. (oh roier)

richas is like “nah dude its fine i get it” and tilín is like “nah fuck this guy”

should be clear i’m not 100% this is actually tilín but ya know gonna treat them as if they are until otherwise obvious

oop richas is burning the trees and tilin ain’t complaining

IS THIS A MAZE OF HIS SINS??

TALLULAH- HIJA YOU FUCK- why is he not saying whose tallulah’s parent is- BRO SHE AINT YOUR DAUGHTER- YOU TRIED TO KILL HER DAY ONE OF HER LIFE!!!

“a better father than you” well about that tilín- roier’s probably currently hitting his new kid or something

aww q’s excitement to see a picture of tilin and him together

WILBURRR- bruh not this bullshit of him maybe being tilín’s other father- BRUH YOU JUST WANTED IT TO BE WILBUR Q!!

oh etoiles!!

Q EITHER JUST SHAT ON WILBUR OR ETOILES- probably will- bro at least his kid is alive so ya know- he may be absent but hey at least she lives sooo

ayo is that a chest of tnt- AYO WHY DID TILIN JUST KILL Q DOR WHAT RICHAS SAID??

oh now they’re fighting- they want q to stay out of their fight- but richas is being weirdly mean towards tilin- hey wait what- WHAT?? HE LITERALLY WASNT LIKE THAT 5 MINUTES AGO???

that heart monitor should be going way faster truth be told

damn richas is so fuckin jealous for some reason

q is realizing how much he fucked up

oh richas statue is back.

IF I HEAR A CHEST OPEN ITS ALL FUCKED

ya know i did hear tilin was a big fan of fighting eggs

DAMN. “have you achieved something in life?”

IS RICHAS DEAD? ILL COMMIT ARSON.

IS RICHAS DEAD?? coma defo. OK SO NEITHER OF THEM DEAD. just tilin.

RICHAS CHILL FOR FIVE SECONDS WE’RE TRYING TO FIND OUT IF YOUR DEAD.

and we’re going full tnt. RICHAS IS NOT DEAD!! HES IN A COMA!! unfortunate, BUT HES NOT DEAD!!

awwww richas. richas said q made him really happy and asked if q was happy with life. q said no.

BOMBS AWAY TIME!! THERE GOES THE LABYRINTH OF MEMORIES! (bot yet) he just wants to keep the memory maze. to say goodbye.

he really wants to keep the memories- damn. “why do you think your life has value?” (tilin) FUCK. FUCK. “my life never had value, neither did my memories.” (q) AAAAAAAA “they meant a lot to me dad. but they were in the past.” (richas)

THERE IT ALL GOES!!

(oops looks like lore spoiled into the main game)

water. it’s always FUCKIN WATER.

oh he’s leaving tilin? telling them not to wait for him, not to come for him.

oh okay lore over? but he didn’t die? welp lore over.

#qsmp #qsmp liveblog #qsmp quackity #some mistranslations here and there #but in my defense spanish is my second language #and im live translating #sorry! #but should be main ideas of what it is

[bonnvivre]

a funny thing- ch 24/25 word dump

WUAHAHAHA 4AM BABEY YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS

i’ve been cookin low and slow with this one and i mean real slow like. too slow . as in 2 weeks later whoops

this one’s a real doozy so grab a snack

FIRST PAGE ON THE GOSUKU TAG WHEN YOU SORT BY KUDOS LETS GOOOOOOO major rweiser W

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ch 24

thinking abt yuuji flying down the sidewalk and megumi becoming the equivalent of a flag whipping behind him pls yuuji not everyone can keep up 😭

fred says fuck

mmmmmm crunchy cookies i love me some egg shell

yeah with cooking, you can play around with the measurements and adjust along the way, but baking is whole different beast :[ i made creme brulee for our new year dinner, my first time baking actually, and i was terrified the entire process cus one wrong step and its over (they turned out good in the end, though i wanted to leave it in the fridge longer) 

sukuna and uraume on the same wavelength love that

daww megumi just be a kid its okay 

gojo’s nicknames for toji PLS father-fushi and fraidy-guro

hehehe he technically called sukuna pretty ,, i agree

LMAOOOOO AINT NO WAYY OFC HE SABOTAGED HIM 

i feel like toji would actually do well in getting sales (if he had the proper cookies) considering he’s “a pro at freeloading off women” which leads me to believe he’s got hella charisma . 

“Fushiguro stops just before the table, one hand balled into a fist so tight, the muscles of his arm are easy to see, flexing dangerously beneath his skin.” uwwheheheerhfbud sorry

OH SHT THE GIRLIES ARE FIGHTING YOOOOOOOO AND SUKUNA JUMPING IN FOR GOJO ???? in front of the kids in a school fundraiser is crazy lmao

pinky

gojo taking bets on who’s gonna win reminded me of mei mei betting on the gojo-sukuna fight

i had a crazy amount of secondhand embarrassment going thru that hhhhhh yknow that feeling when you just wanna curl up and cover ur eyes and you’re fighting to even look back ? yeaaaaa

“Hurting people is bad. And you’re not bad!” ohh yuuji ughhh he has no idea of what sukuna was before, that he’s done more than hurt people .. children really only see the side of their parents that they’ve allowed to show them. it’s why kids usually think the highest of them, so yuuji saying that sukuna’s not bad gets me cus he’s known and seen only the best of him. but it makes me feel gooey inside cus, while everyone else sees the former king of curses, yuuji sees his dad and when he does eventually find out, he’ll still always be his dad before anything else (does this make sense i hope it makes sense im trying to make my thoughts coherent)

oh hey they’re talking abt it !

I GASPED OH MY GOD PLEAS EOLASOE APLEAS EPLAS EPALEAPSLEAPSH NOOOOOOOOO FFGGHGBBVV HITTING MY BED GRFGHJVNGRRAAGGHHFEG

im being tortured i thinj you’re trying to kill me here this is the worst case of edging ive ever had in my life (no not like that) 

post-chapter notes:

IM ALREAYD RIOTING YASTOP BLUE BALLING ME

id read real housewives of jujutsu sorcery

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ch 25

GRADE 1 ?? AS IN ONE ?? AS IN  O N E  ?? AS IN, YUUJI IS NO LONGER A PRESCHOOLER

when you said small time-skip, i thought you meant a few months later . i was wrong

aight time to update the time board: yuuji’s in first grade so he’s 6 yrs old, we’re in 2013 now (i think), gojo is 24 yrs old  23 yrs old (chap takes place during summer, bday not passed yet)

it’s 2013, he can get a 3ds now :D im gonna get him on smash bros . OR KID ICARUS UPRISING IT SHOULD BE OUT ALREADY

they should totally name the potential pet after me (jk)

OKAYYYY THATS A START HE KISSED HIM ON THE HEAD !! WE’RE GETTING SOMEWHERE :O now go lower. preferably on the li

oh yeah yeah definitely not together whatever helps you sleep at night man

im gonna need the bad bitches birthday bash one-shot someday with the way shoko’s bringing it up

the fact gojo’s heard the threat so many times before that he can finish it and brush it off

CANDY CRUSH  !!?!??

AWWWWWW THATS ADORABLE ;____; sukuna wanting to do something to surprise gojo’s first day as a teacher and yuuji suggesting to make a cake cus he knows his daddy loves sweets AND they spent the whole day prepping awawawawaw so cutee

they called on uraume for help too LOL poor them 

yuuji being a snitch HA i can’t help but think of my siblings

you can’t be serious gojo, not after that? people also don’t usually sleep and cuddle the homies cmon man

mother is mothering and mother is leading the herd (no but i love how he adapted to the role very easily, likely to prior experience)

whuh the fundraiser was last year ? am i overthinking the timeframe … ok im back after going thru the calendar that makes sense 👍 carry on wait hold on first semester of first grade ended so they’re on break ... summer break ?? unless this is going off of a different schooling system (oh yeah duh japan lol)

ohhh please let them meet mama-guro i can imagine the absolute shock on their faces trying to comprehend how someone like toji managed to marry someone like her 😭 bonus points if toji is much more softer around her too and the sheer whiplash of seeing him having ANY sort of loving side is enough to send gosuku into a spiral

“It’s exactly the type of thing Sukuna would never be caught dead wearing, which means Satoru must do all in his near-infinite power to make him wear it.” real

THESE THREE ARE RIDICULOUS LMAOOOOOO sorry kids your fathers are busy trying to one-up each other

“But, then again, these are just go-karts; how much damage could he really do?” famous last words before disaster

oh no

hey sukuna’s living life at least he’s having fun and that’s all that matters 🥰

not the pyramid projectiles

CONICAL AMMO !?$&7)-)26 MARIO KART IRL GONE WRONG oh my god its too late for this i need to sleep

OH MY GOD ?????? 

WHADDYA MEAN THEY’RE GONE ??????

post chap notes:

what just happened

no really what jusr happened

the amount of times i’ve said oh my god throughout the entire go-kart scene i was clutching my pearls

he recreates his reign in the silliest ways, all while wearing nice little red bow :3

nah i get it the entire first arc was dedicated to how messed up he was abt suguru so i understand the doubts but they’ve also near kissed multiple times .. unless they were super down with kissing the homies 

“I sure hope nothing bad has happened to them...” STOP

#i spent a good chunk of time trying to figure out the time frame help #i was thoroughly entertained throughout ch 25 #AYE BUT GO-KARTING IS AN EXTREME COMPETITIVE SPORT THO #mario kart can bring out the worst in ppl #ok sleepinfh now gn #a funny thing happened on the way to therapy #for weiserr #lai’s word dump n thoughts #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gosuku #sukugo

[wren-kitchens]

okay burnout has hit me like a truck in the past couple weeks and right now i’m forcing myself to rest so I can actually. overcome it gajdhsj and this has involved reading a lot of my old wips that I have abandoned

because of this, I have refound an empires s2 flower husbands au I have that I am so obsessed with, so I shall share it with you (you’re so welcome)

below the cut is a whole lot of rambles and a few drabbles of the au that I sent to my good friend stiff at like midnight whilst I was meant to be doing homework last may

(very long post under cut. be warned)

so in s2 when fwhip got the crown (originated in s1 where fwhip’s s1 character—very different from his s2 character—created the Crown (tm), and whoever wore it would have the power to give all the emperors one rule they had to follow. lots of fights broke out, joel had an amazing moment where scott was giving fwhip the crown and he yoinked it just before fwhip could get it, you get the picture) his rule was that everyone had to ‘take care’ of a goblin child. the catch was that you had to hold it in your offhand at all times, and that it was a retextured egg, so if you accidentally threw (yeeted) it, the child would ‘die’ and part of the rule was to NOT YEET THE CHILD. if you ‘killed’ the child, you could either pay 10 raw gold blocks, or care for another child

anyway, scott was the first one to get a child (against his will) and reiterated that he was ‘NOT READY TO BE A FATHER’ and I watched that and thought. I could flower husbands this so I did

scott arriving at jimmys house at the ass crack of dawn (because I imagine scott to be an early riser and jimmy to not) pounding on his door until a very tired jimmy opens it and asks wtf he’s doing it’s like 6am, whereupon scott thrusts a baby in his face like ‘HELP ME I AM NOT READY FOR THIS’. this wakes jimmy up, understandably

I imagine they’d have a conversation like ‘why do you- WHY DO YOU HAVE A CHILD??’ ‘FWHIPS RULE, JIMMY YOU GOTTA HELP ME’ ‘ME?? WHY DO YOU THINK I COULD HELP??’ ‘I DON’T KNOW YOU SEEM LIKE YOU’D BE GOOD WITH KIDS’ ‘WHY’

after about five minutes of shouting, the baby (who had been asleep this whole time) wakes up and starts to cry. scott is not ready for this and sort of holds the baby at arm’s length, panicked. jimmy sort of sighs and goes ‘give them to me’. turns out, jimmy is surprisingly good with kids, unbeknownst to him (tiny tom was gifted to jevin before he could even process it) and to the great relief of scott, who had been panicking the whole night

so. jimmy and scott are now co-parenting a child. surely no romantic tension can come from this!

well, at the start, they’re barely allies—scott only allied with jimmy so he’d get free gunpowder, and never spared a second thought when it came to teasing him, so for the first couple days, it’s quite awkward between them. mainly on scotts part—jimmy didn’t want the baby to be moved too much, and insisted that scott be just as involved as raising the child as he was, so scott just kinda. stayed at jimmy’s

they’d occasionally nip out to get more food or to explain their absence in meetings, to enormous teasing and some genuinely helpful tips from joel and sausage, who had a pretty similar experience when raising hermes (thrust into parenthood by accident and somewhat panicked when babies did what babies do best, cry through the night, poop and make lots of mess), but most of the time they’d be in the house, or taking a short walk around tumble town with the baby. what I mean to say is, they spend an awful lot of time together

so one evening they’re sat on the porch watching the sunset, the baby asleep in jimmy’s arms, and they start to talk. like actually talk; they’d been kind of skirting around each other and making semi-awkward small talk for the past couple of weeks until now, and it feels good to actually feel like they’re close. almost friends

and it sort of blooms from there

they start to actually talk every day now, even just making passing remarks and jokes that feel friendly rather than hostile, offering to take the baby when they can tell the other is tired, and sharing quiet smiles when the baby finally gets to sleep

jimmy starts teasing scott about how terrified he looked when he arrived at the door, and about how terrified he looks still every time he changes the baby’s nappy. scott makes jokes about jimmy being the opposite of an early bird, and ‘fixes’ his bed-head by ruffling it even more

it gets to a point where they’re just sharing casual touches—bumping hips and squeezing shoulders as they pass each other; resting their head on each other’s shoulders as they complain about how they tired they are; jokingly calling each other ‘beloved husband’ and pretending to kiss each other’s hand—and they realise that huh. maybe they’re not so bad after all

they settle on a name for the baby: lexie. it took a lot of back and forth (jimmy wanted to name her alex, scott wanted to name her robbie, they settled on lexie as a compromise. scott jokes sometimes that they should have gotten another child and called them steve, if they were to go with jimmy’s name)

it takes them a few weeks to notice that.. lexie has changed since they took her in. she’s more real, more solid, more warm than she used to be. her crying sounds more human, and her appetite is increasing, and they realise that-

fwhip didn’t give them real children at all. he knew of course that it would be a complete disaster if he did, and he was right—so many of the dolls (because that’s all they originally were, dolls) were broken and damaged, over and over again. but lexie wasn’t. she was never hurt, she was never damaged, nothing beyond a simple scratch from a confused norman or a bruise where she’d banged her arm on the corner of the table. and so lexie.. stopped being a doll.

fwhip came over to check one day, curious if the goblin baby was still unbroken and safe (the crown had long since been passed on, there was no need for them to keep the baby) and was enormously surprised to find out that, not only was she safe, but she was alive—alive in a way that he never thought could be possible—and a stranger sight still: a family

because that’s what they were, no matter how it’d come to pass. a confusing, chaotic, happy, healthy family

and slowly, ever so slowly, something between scott and jimmy started to change.

they revelled in lexie learning to crawl, to babble, the first time she tried solid food, the first time she bit their fingers and they felt teeth, and they did it together. they groaned at 4am feedings, and gagged at nappy changes, and went to bed exhausted, and they did it together. they cooked and cleaned and brushed their teeth over the sink and they did it together. everything they did, it was together

and they were just waiting for it to be monotonous. they anticipated the moment when it became annoying, or tiresome, or flat out unbearable with dread. but that moment never came

sure, they’d get sick of each other every once in a while. jimmy would snap at scott’s teasing in the early morning, and scott would refuse to change lexie’s nappies until he’d had a nap. but barely minutes later the outbursts would be followed by a bashful hug from behind, a mumble of ‘i’m sorry, I wasn’t fair’, a promise of ‘i’ll try to do better’

they started to find that they simply didn’t have it in them to hate it. they just couldn’t bring themselves to dislike the other; not with jimmy and his early morning drowsiness, his bright laughs, his gentle strength; not with scott and his late night weariness, his soft smiles, his teasing jokes

and soon they started to realise that they were headed towards something very different to hate

scott understood first

he’d been having these feelings for a while now, and his suspicion had started to increase every time he couldn’t help laughing when jimmy was a particularly big goof, or how his heart would soar when he’d wake up entangled in jimmy’s embrace.

it wasn’t until one night, long after lexie had fallen asleep, when both of them sat on the sofa, reading.

but today, he hadn’t been able to see jimmy as much; there was a mandatory meeting for all the rulers, with the exception of jimmy and scott, as they were taking care of lexie: only one of them had to go. scott, who only had to take one look at poor, sleepy jimmy to know that if he was to go, zero information would be retained, offered to go instead.

the meeting was much longer than he’d anticipated, and certainly not on a topic he’d deem mandatory to attend—something about pix remaining a ghost after he withered away at the princess party.

either way, when scott came back, jimmy had spent almost the entire day looking after lexie, and stopped only to give scott a one-armed hug and inform him that lexie was in her crib before he went for a nap. scott was seriously deprived of jimmy time.

which is why he’s staying up late now—just to get in as much time as he can before he inevitably falls asleep. which seems to be happening much faster than he’d anticipated.

next to him, scott hears the familiar quiet chuckling of jimmy, and the sound of a page being marked.

“scott, tell me you didn’t stay up just so you could see me.” jimmy says softly.

“never.” scott blinks, trying to escape the heaviness of his eyelids. in fact, his whole body feels heavy with sleep, as if weighed down by some invisible force.

“you sausage.” jimmy says, and scott notes the fondness in jimmy’s voice. “i’m gonna take you to bed, is that alright?”

“I think I can manage that.” jimmy says.

scott feels arms underneath his knees and around his waist, before he’s hoisted into the air. he presses close to jimmy’s chest, wrapping his arms around jimmy’s neck and burying his face in his shirt.

“I missed you today.” scott tells him. “I kept looking over to make a face at you in the meeting, but you weren’t there.”

jimmy smiles, and scott thinks he could watch him do just that all day. “you sap.”

“you’re carrying me to bed, jimmy.” scott points out.

“I never said I wasn’t a sap.” jimmy tells him, pushing their bedroom door open with his hip. “lucky you’re in your pyjamas already, because I would’ve made you get up to change.”

“I take it you are changing?” scott says, smiling again as jimmy lays him carefully down on the bed and pulls the covers around him. “thank you.”

jimmy presses his lips against scott’s forehead, and his eyes flutter shut. “‘course. beloved husband.”

something in scott’s chest glows as he slips into the land of sleep, and as jimmy’s arms wrap around him from behind a minute later, he can’t help admitting to himself something he thinks he might have known for a long time.

because wow. he really does love jimmy, huh?

so one day, scott is up early (as usual) and feeding lexie at the table when jimmy comes up behind him and hugs him from behind, wearing his pyjamas - which are just joggers and a white tshirt - and scott is able to see something that he hadnt actually noticed before: along the outsides of jimmy's arms are small little scars, looking curiously close to stitches

scott asks how he got them when jimmy is awake enough, and jimmy just goes 'oh yeah, joel did it'. scott just kinda. stares at him for a moment until jimmy realises thats a very confusnig answer, and explains a little more

joel, however he may claim, is very new to his powers, and for a while didnt actually understand how they worked. he and sausage never actually meant to create a real child (hermes didnt have a name for a long time), they were just mucking around one night and somehow hermes became alive. something similar happened with jimmy

joel just thought it was a funny joke to call jimmy a toy, and being unaware of his powers, never really considered that it coukd have a genuine affect on jimmy. but sure enough, jimmy started to notice significant changes, and after a while, he had become a toy. jimmy just thought joel had done it on purpose, and for a while he was just furious with him for doing this to him

but when they formed their alliance after the fighting was over, joel saw the stitching along his arms and the yarn of his hair and was entirely panicked when jimmy asked him to reverse it, because he had no idea he could do that and was horrified to find out that he'd done this to jimmy

jimmy was somewhat relieved to know that joel didnt actually do it on purpose, and slightly terrified to find out that joel had. no clue how to reverse it

it took a little while of trial and error, but finally joel figured out how to turn him back into a human. the only issues? it hurt. jimmy supposed he should have expected it - the initial transformation had happened over months - but at that moment all he could think about was how awful the pain was.

afterwards, joel healed his wounds, and explained with a shellshocked expression that the stitches had ripped out of his arms (thats where the scars came from, jimmy tells scott.) it stopped hurting very shortly after, what with joel's healing, but sometimes jimmy feels almost phantom pains in his arms from that horrible moment

scott likes to trace up and down the scars on his arms, sometimes to calm jimmy, sometimes just because he likes the look on jimmy's face when he does it

#long post #empireshipping #flower husbands #empires jimmy #empires scott #empires fwhip #empires lexie #i’m giving her a tag because I love her #wren writes #wren wrambles #baby doll au #<- name of the au oooh

[professoruber]

Nimona Quick Thoughts/Review (Netflix 2023 Spoilers!)

So, having just gotten finished watching Nimona I wanted to dot down some quick thoughts while they’re still fresh on my tired should probably be alseep mind.

Be mindful of spoilers below cause this is a brand new movie which came out like a few hours ago. Okay? Okay! (Also spoilers for the graphic novel )

First of all. I thought it was good! I read the graphic novel leading up to the movie’s release cause I heard good things about it over on Discord, and I really liked the graphic novel. As far as adaptions go this was one with a decent number of differences, but still kept a pretty general settings and characters and themes all pretty intact. Villainising those different from the ‘norm’ as ‘monsters’ is bad, and there is corruption amongst those who are meant to protect us from said ‘monsters’.

The movie definitely does play much more into the whole ‘pseudo-medieval futurism’ thing the graphic novel has going on. Cyberpunk! But with knights! I thought it was pretty good and I like how they incorporated it all together, like the flying carriages.

Ballister Blackheart, or rather Boldheart here, was also pretty good. Even if he was perhaps more inexperienced compared to the graphic novel. Which is a result of the movie having events take part over a shorter time period. Ballister is no longer an established villain of some time but rather fresh fro  the academy and forced into the role upon his knighting. Rather than taking on the role to act as a sort of ‘heel’ to the Institution’s ‘face’ cause the Institution were some ableist assholes…. Which kinda brings me to some of my criticisms of the movie.

in the movie the director was seemingly acting alone. Stuff such as the institution (technically it’s institute in the movie) experimenting with jaderoot, experimenting on Nimona two seperate occasions, kicking out a competent and loyal knight cause of ableism, or attacking protestors were zapping weapons are all excluded from this adaption. Despite Nimona’s claims of the whole system being corrupt… the movie institute seems genuine besides some jerks and the only real bad egg is the director, who was acting alone and has to tread carefully to prevent her underlings from turning against her cause of her crimes. Also I may be misremembering but wasn’t it implied the graphic novel director was homophonic? So there’s that as well. Ambrosius is also more heroic in the movie, cutting off Ballister’s arm to disarm a queen killing weapon rather than during the aftermath of a joust. He may not have intentionally done it in the graphic novel, but he still knew something was suspicious about the sudden misfire of his weapon and how he was specifically given it, and yet still continue supporting the institution and never apologised for it until much later.

I don’t know, I get they have to condense things in adaption but it still to me kind of feels like undermining some of the themes perhaps. Hm. On another note, not the biggest fan of Ambrosius being made a descendant of Glorath…  mostly cause little was actually done with it. They had the whole classism thing but that seemed under-explored to me at least, especially with the scenes of institution knights attacking protestors and the director openly prioritising the safety of nobles were both removed. Ambrosius being specifically Glorath’s descendent doesn’t seem to add much to his story or arc and is only focused on a few times, doesn’t even lead to any interesting interactions between him and Nimona despite this movie establishing her as being close friends with Glorath.

I guess it can be argued it removes a bit of tension and complexity to the relationship, and give Ambrosius less to atone for. Also I thought the original backstory of the two of them being from the same orphanage as really cute.

Also they removed Meredith Blitzmeyer. Granted, her role of providing exposition and hinting at Nimona’s past was fulfilled by Nimona and the director. And her anti-magic thing was replaced by the cannon. And her backstory of travelling behind the mountains messes with the movie Kingdom being kinda North Korea. But on the other hand I really liked her so am kinda disappointed she was left out.

Overall I liked the movie though despite my last few paragraphs of complaints. Covers much the same themes even with the changes, although I do feel some of those themes were done somewhat weaker due to the changes. It was an enjoyable watch though, and it’s nice to see some well made animated LGBT+ representation! Ballister and Ambrosius OTP! Plus the whole thing with Nimona and her shapeshifitng and dislike of being inserted into a box. The growing friendship between Nimona and Ballister was also really nice and I love that it looks like they reunited by the end (even if the bittersweet note of the graphic novel of Ballister not being sure where she is was also good as well).

#Nimona #Nimona netflix #nimona 2023 #nimona spoilers #ballister boldheart #ballister blackheart #ambrosius goldenloin #the director #netflix #spoilers #professoruber reviews stuff #Meredith blitzmeyer #Movie criticism #Movie review #animation #cartoon

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

Surviving Sokovia - Chapter Nine

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary: 

You were a Sokovian orphan living on the streets of Novi Grad, until Strucker offered you a choice.

Now you are a part of his human experimentation programme, trying to survive an entirely different world of horrors. The kind boy with the beautiful eyes is the only thing that keeps you going.

This story contains dark themes. Please read the notes on chapter one for more details. Dialogue in {these brackets} is in Sokovian.

Chapter Summary: For a while, things are easier, but then you get some news.

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Word Count: 2491

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Notes:

warnings for forced breeding, forced pregnancy, mentions of abortion (particularly mentions of unsafe herbal abortions), references to reader killing the doctor and soldiers please do not consume any of the herbs mentioned in this chapter, they might kill you

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The first time Pietro came inside you, it was an accident. Your ankles had been digging into his lower back, pushing him deeper into you, and as you dragged your fingernails down his back, his thrusts began to stutter. He pulled out, but even as the rest of his cum splattered over your stomach, you knew it was too late.

“{I’m sorry},” he whispered, kissing your cheek, and you shook your head.

“{Don’t be. It’s what they’re expecting of us. If we don’t comply, things will get worse}.” He swallowed hard, but nodded.

The next morning, you awoke to a veritable feast waiting for you in the hatch. Cooked meats and eggs and fruit and yogurt and bread and jams in a variety of flavours. Sitting on one of the trays of food, there was a card; it was some mass-produced, store-bought thing with crude cartoonish art. In large, colourful letters, it read:

KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK

Pietro was tense beside you. It was hard to enjoy the food knowing that it was your reward for finally giving in. You tried not to think about it, in fact. You tried not to think about a lot of things.

When Pietro made love to you, it was easy to forget the why of it all. He was your boyfriend and you loved each other. That was all that mattered. Every time he came inside you, there would be a gift waiting for you in the hatch soon afterwards – food, cosmetics, clothes, books – but you could fool yourself that that was a coincidence.

For a little while, things were easy. Normal. It was only the glaring absence of Wanda in your lives that felt wrong.

One evening, you returned to your room to find Pietro waiting for you, clutching a small box made of shiny cardboard. On it was printed an image of a handsome man with platinum blond hair.

“{What’s this?}” you asked, and he looked at you sheepishly.

“{Bleach. For my hair. I was hoping you would help me with it, actually…}”

You drew your eyebrows together. “{Did Strucker order you to do this?}” It would be a strange request, but in the grand scheme of things, relatively tame.

“{No}.” His cheeks were pink. “{I asked for the bleach. I thought it might… look cool. Don’t worry about it}.”

You felt yourself softening at the expression on his face. “{I like your hair},” you said.

“{You don’t think I’d look hot as a blond?}”

“{I think you’d look hot whatever your hair colour. But I will help you if you want to be blond}.”

He grinned at you then, and you felt yourself falling that little bit harder. Unbidden, your mind went back to the moment that he told you he wanted to marry you. Had he meant it? Or was it just the heat of the moment?

As he sat down on a chair in front of you with a towel wrapped around his shoulders, you let your thoughts wander back there. You thought about a life far away from here, where Pietro was your husband, and there was a baby on your hip that you’d made of your own choosing. Round cheeks and bouncing brown curls, Pietro’s bright blue eyes set in the shape of your face. You grimaced. This was not your life.

“{Are you alright, sweet girl?}” Pietro asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“{Yes… Just reading the instructions…}”

Bleaching hair was, as you discovered, a very involved process. You’d never had the time or resources for any kind of beauty regimen, but even this seemed excessive. You positioned the two of you in front of a mirror so that Pietro could watch as you bleached his hair.

You started by dividing the hair up using various clips. Pietro leaned into the gentle tugging motions of your hands. You watched his eyes fall closed. If there was one thing you knew about him, it was that he loved it when you played with his hair.

Once the bleach was in his hair, you had to wait for it to take effect. “{It stings},” he complained, but you just shrugged.

“{I don’t think I can fix it without washing it out, and that will ruin the colour}.”

He huffed, but gritted his teeth and bore it. It was almost funny how dramatic he was being, considering everything you’d both gone through. It was just another way that you could forget about your life, and convince yourself you were just a normal couple.

When the time came for him to wash the bleach out, he made you come into the shower with him ‘to check that it was done right’. Unconvinced by the obvious ruse, you followed him anyway, and massaged the shampoo and conditioner into his scalp for him.

By the time it was all washed out, you could see that his hair was blond, but it was hard to judge the colour while it was still wet. In no rush to check out the results, Pietro pressed you up against the wall of the shower and got you off with his fingers ‘as a thank you for your help’.

You dawdled as you dried yourself off, almost nervous about what he might say. You didn’t look at him as he admired himself in the mirror.

“{What do you think?}” you asked. “{Do you like the colour? I think I missed a few patches}.”

It had turned out a silver blond, with some areas of mottled brown. Pietro met your eyes in the mirror, grinning at you.

“{I love it},” he said. “{I think it looks cool}.”

You wrapped your arms around him from behind, inhaling the smell of bleach. “{Me too}.”

*

You had thought you would have advance warning. Maybe your body would give you some kind of sign. When the news came, it came as a shock.

“Congratulations,” said the doctor, looking up from his paperwork to smile at you. “You’re pregnant.”

The bottom dropped out of your stomach. You opened your mouth, but the doctor carried on speaking.

“Baron von Strucker has already been informed,” he said. You felt ice cold. Strucker knew before you did. “And we will be reducing your training to ensure the baby’s safety.”

You stared at him. This doctor was younger than the previous one, and surprisingly friendly and upbeat, considering what had happened to his predecessor. None of the doctors or soldiers had attempted to touch you since you’d killed the last one, but you had no doubt that they’d be willing to if push came to shove.

“Can I go back to my room?” Your voice shook. You hated how weak you sounded.

“Of course. Your training has been cancelled for the rest of the day, so you can do with it as you please.”

Your legs were shaky as you got to your feet. Two soldiers flanked you as you left the room, leaving a respectful distance between you and them. You didn’t speak until you reached the door to your bedroom.

“Is Pietro getting the rest of the day off too?” you asked, trying to keep the fear out of your voice.

“That’s your decision,” said one of the soldiers. “Strucker thought you might want some time to yourself, but we can bring Pietro to you if you want to see him.”

“I want to see him,” you said, and the soldier nodded, unlocking the door to your quarters. This was the politest you’d been treated by them in a long time. Probably because you were carrying a future Hydra supersoldier.

As soon as you were alone, you felt tears springing to your eyes. You staggered over to the sofa and sat down on it heavily, burying your face in your hands. Sobs wracked you, your whole body trembling.

What were you going to do?

Of course, you weren’t surprised by this turn of events. It was going to happen eventually. Still, you weren’t prepared. Your heart ached. You couldn’t bring a child into this world and watch it suffer the way you had. You wouldn’t. You would rather die.

Your mind raced, thinking of all the plants from your books. Pennyroyal. Mugwort. Blue cohosh. They might kill you. But wouldn’t that be better?

“{Sweet girl?}” Pietro’s voice was soft, timid. You wiped your eyes and looked up to see him standing in the doorway. He was by your side in an instant. “{What’s wrong, my love?}”

“{They didn’t tell you?}”

“{Tell me what?}” You could see the concern in his eyes as they darted down to your stomach. He knew. Even if they hadn’t told him, he knew.

“{I’m pregnant}.”

Pietro’s expression stayed the same, not betraying any emotion. “{Are you alright?}” he asked, and that pushed you over the edge. A fresh flood of tears poured down your cheeks and then you felt his arms around you, holding you against his firm chest.

“{I’m scared},” you whimpered.

“{Me too}.” He stroked your back.

Gently, he pulled you into his lap, and you burrowed into him, resting your face against his neck. He stroked your back, tenderly trying to massage the pain and fear away. The two of you stayed that way until you ran out of tears to cry.

“{Are you alright?}” he asked you again, and this time, you just shrugged. One of his hands found purchase under your knees, and the other wrapped around your shoulders. He stood, lifting you into his arms as he did so.

“{Piet, what-}”

“{We’re going to shower}.” It wasn’t a question or an offer. Pietro carried you into the bathroom and set you down on the closed toilet lid.

You watched him fiddling with the shower dials until the water was just right, and then he stripped his clothes off. Your eyes flickered over his body, feeling hazy. It was only when his hands made to unbutton your shirt that you realised you were supposed to be joining him.

“{Come on, sweet girl}.” You let him pull your shirt off. You stepped out of your shorts and underwear, and he led you by the hand into the shower.

Once you were under the water, he pulled you into a tight embrace, his lips right beside your ear.

“{Don’t react},” he murmured, so low that you almost couldn’t hear him over the rushing water. “{They have microphones everywhere, but I hope they can’t hear us in here}.”

You rested your head on his shoulder as he picked up a bottle of shampoo and poured some out onto your head. As he massaged it into your scalp, he spoke so softly that you had to strain to make out the words.

“{I am going to get you out of here. Us out of here. If you want…}” He took a deep breath. “{If you want to get rid of the baby, I will get you out of here as soon as I can and we will find a doctor}.”

“{I don’t want to get rid of the baby}.” The words came as just as much a surprise to you as they did to him, but once they were out, you knew they were true. Again, you pictured the world where you and Pietro could live peacefully, and the cute, chubby baby with dark brown curls on your hip. “{I want to have a baby with you}.”

Pietro’s grip on you tightened, and he nodded. “{That gives us more time. I promise you that you will not give birth here, my love. I won’t let anything happen to our baby}.”

You squeezed him and he squeezed you back. “{What about Wanda?}”

He grimaced. “{I will try to get her out. But she will survive without me. I need you safe, more than anything}.”

“{What about Stark?}”

Pietro stopped massaging your scalp. “{What about Stark?}” He sounded genuinely confused.

“{Don’t you want to get your revenge?}”

“{You think I care about that? You think that’s more important to me than you? Than our baby?}”

You were crying again. Pietro tilted your head so that he could wash the shampoo out of your hair. You didn’t speak again until he started applying conditioner.

“{How? How will we do it?}”

“{Leave it to me, my love},” he murmured. “{It’s dangerous to talk about. Who knows what they’ll do if they know what we’re planning?}”

You nodded. His hands in your hair felt nice. You leant against him, letting him wash you. He was gentle as he scrubbed your neck with liquid soap. His strong, comforting hands made their way down your back first, washing you from neck to calf, paying special attention to your ass which made you giggle, in spite of yourself.

He turned you around, and you let him wash your breasts. As he travelled further down, your eyes fell closed. You felt him stop at your stomach, resting his hands against you. He resumed his ministrations after a moment, and every touch was reverent, an act of worship. You watched him fondly as he moved down to your thighs, shins and finally feet. He knelt before you, pressing kisses to your tummy in between each motion.

You took advantage of the position to wash his hair for him. His eyes fell closed, resting his face against your stomach as you washed the shampoo and then conditioner out of his hair.

“{Love you},” you murmured.

“{Love you}.” Reluctantly, he got to his feet.

His hands fell to your waist, and something ignited deep within you. You clawed at him, desperate to feel more. He met your eyes, searching your expression. Evidently what he found there was to his satisfaction, because he hitched your leg over his hip and pressed his cock against your folds.

“{Need you},” you whined, and he indulged you. As his cock slid all the way inside you, you let out a low moan.

He lifted your other leg up too, pinning you to the wall. You clung to him, exchanging sloppy kisses and pulling his hair. One of your hands pressed between you, sliding over your stomach to find your clit. When you came, you felt him all around you, holding you up and filling you and taking up every bit of space you had within you. There was no room for pain anymore, only him.

“{Fuck, you feel so good},” he muttered. “{I’m close}.”

“{Cum inside me},” you said, leaning in to nibble on his ear.

He swore loudly as he started to cum, shooting his load into you. For the first time, feeling his cum fill you up wasn’t accompanied by a pang of anxiety. After all, you couldn’t get double pregnant. Instead of fear, you felt warmth.

He lowered you back down, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“{Are you okay?}” he asked, and you nodded.

“{I’m okay}.”

It was the best either of you could hope for for now.

Next Chapter

#pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff smut #pietro maximoff fanfiction

[novacorpsrecruit]

You and Me (in the center of the apocalypse) on Ao3

─── ⋆⋅chapter 3 posted!!⋅⋆ ──

“Hey.”

Eddie turned his head to the edge of the trailer’s roof. A box held up, just barely above the metal shingle.

“Can you help me?” Steve’s voice called from below. He gave the box a gentle wiggle to emphasize the assistance needed. Eddie let out a laugh.

“I guess so.” He pushed himself off the blanket laid out on the roof and half hustled over to the box. He took it from Steve’s hands, looking at the picnic spread Steve had set aside for them. Two MREs disassembled with the main dishes boiled hot, a bag of chips, a half pack of beer and Twinkies. Eddie took a step back, watching as Steve push himself up onto the roof. Eddie watched in awe as Steve’s shoulders tighten, as he literally pushed himself up, his arms straighten as he kicked his leg up over the ledge.

Maybe it was the athleticism preformed by the former King of Hawkins. Or maybe it was Eddie’s tight Black Sabbath shirt that showed off his muscles. Either way, it made something deep inside of Eddie growl, ‘MINE.’

Steve grinned as he caught Eddie’s stare. He threw Eddie a quick wink as he took the box from his hands.

“C’mon, Ed,” Steve said. “Picnic’s not gonna unpack itself.”

Eddie let out a soft laugh as he jogged over to Steve and the picnic blanket. He playfully hopped down on the blanket, instantly going for the beer. Not even 48 hours ago, Eddie was fighting a fever. 24 hours, he found the pain Steve has been hiding. And now, they’re climbing on top of the trailer roof to watch the clearing skies of the Upside Down. If they fooled themselves, the constant ash in the distance could be mistaken as stars.

“Alright,” Steve clapped his hands, rubbing them together as they were about to have a feast. “From the five star Michelin restaurant, we have diced turkey with gravy and diced beef with gravy. The chef’s personal recommendations.”

“Oh the chef?” Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “And it paired well with Pabst?”

“He said only the best,” Steve said. “On the house. Which one do you want?”

“Beef,” Eddie said, extending his reach towards Steve, accepting the prepared MRE. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a good ribeye.”

“Yeah,” Steve let out a soft laugh. “Ribeye.”

“Is that jealousy I hear?” Eddie asked, a playful smirk across his face. “You just wish you ordered the rib-eye instead of the duck —“

“Excuse you,” Steve laughed. “This is duck a l’orange. The finest French dish on the menu.”

“Oh, my bad,” Eddie laughed, opening the package. The content’s aroma went straight to his nose. “Holy shit this actually smells good. It uh — kind of reminds me of my uncle’s Salisbury steak. He would add a can of cream of mushroom soup to the brown gravy mix and serve it over instant mash. God, I —“ Eddie let out an exhale. “I miss him.”

“I can’t wait to try it,” Steve said.

“Try what?”

“Your uncle’s Salisbury steak,” Steve said, opening his MRE. “You’ll ask him to make it for us, right?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “I think he’d like you.”

“Yeah?”

“The guy who practically nursed me back to health?” Eddie shot Steve a grin. “Yeah, he’d love you.”

“Good. If not, I was prepared to use my Harrington charm on him,” Steve wiggled his eyebrows before turning his attention on his meal. He took a hesitant bite before shooting Eddie a thumbs up. “Best duck I’ve ever had.”

Eddie laughed, not convinced. He took a bite of his diced beef and — well, it wasn’t the worst thing he ever had. But it definitely made him miss Wayne’s cooking. Wayne was a professional at dolling up meals, making cheap meals taste better and more filling. How he’d kill for some of Wayne’s flapjacks and fried eggs. “Yeah,” Eddie swallowed his food, then flashed a grin. “Cow’s still bleeding. Can’t get this anywhere else.”

There were a few moments that passed where they just ate and drank, their shoulders pressed together like it meant nothing and their entire world all at the same time.

“What about your parents?” Eddie spoke up.

“What about them?”

“Do you think they would like me?” Eddie asked. “I know I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, but you think I’d grow on them?”

“Uh — not to disappoint but I don’t think they would care,” Steve said with a shrug. “Don’t take that in a bad way —“

“Kind of hard not to,” Eddie said with a laugh. Eddie doesn’t think he could lie if Steve asked him if that hurt. Eddie’s not sure if he’s capable of lying to Steve anymore.

“I just meant — I don’t think they know I’m missing.”

“… What?”

“I don’t think they know,” Steve said. “And I don’t think they care.”

“Steve, we’ve been stuck for —“

“I know how long we’ve been stuck for Eddie,” Steve snapped. “I’ve been counting the days. They wouldn’t care.”

“Fuck your parents, man,” Eddie said. “They don’t deserve you.” Eddie’s heart ached as Steve’s words sunk in. They wouldn’t care. Eddie broke the silence, “What’s their names?”

“What?”

“What’s their names?” Eddie repeated. “Your old man and woman. Sperm and egg donors. Their names?”

“Richard and Sharon,” Steve supplied.

Eddie hopped onto his feet, shuffling the MRE to one hand and cupped the other around his mouth as he shouted to the edge of town: “FUCK YOU RICHARD AND SHARON!”

“Eddie!”

“C’mon!” Eddie begged, reaching down and gently tugging on Steve’s arm. “You can’t tell me that you never wanted to do that!”

Steve let out a laugh, allowing himself to be pulled up and into Eddie’s side. “Eddie, this is so stupid.”

“It’s therapeutic,” Eddie said, wrapping his free arm around Steve’s waist. “C’mon. Try it!”

“FUCK YOU RICHARD HARRINGTON!” Steve screamed.

“FUCK YOU DICK!” Eddie yelled.

“YOU’RE A FUCKING BITCH, SHARON!”

“BURN IN HELL, RICKY!”

“Ricky?” Steve asked, turning to face Eddie.

“My dad,” Eddie said. “He’s a real piece of shit.”

“EAT SHIT, RICKY!”

Eddie let out a deep laugh. “Felt good, didn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathed. He brought his hand up to cup Eddie’s face, his thumb gently rubbing over the scarring on his cheek. “It really did.”

Every nerve in Eddie’s body begged him to lean forward to kiss Steve. He wanted to. He needed to.

(Read more on Ao3 mind the tags)

#steddie #steve harrington #Eddie Munson #stranger things #steddie fic #I feel like there was a baby boom of Richard’s so I headcanon Harrington Munson and Buckley are all Richard’s #just like every man around 40-50 I meet at work’s name is Shawn/sean #//myfic

[cookinguptales]

I /really/ don’t see the writers making two main characters fight (maybe even try to kill) each other over something that wasn’t important and wasn’t important enough to waste the fans’ and episode’s time on (and especially with the episodes being so short and especially in the season where the writers even said that they’re trying to have the roommates become closer this season, so this means that this fight is gonna be worth it). The two main characters fighting over /another/ main character would be a worthy enough cause I think. Maybe I have my clown makeup on but I really think they’re butting heads over Laszlo sending Guillermo away. It just makes the most sense to me - with the placement of the episode, with Nandor’s sure to be delicate headspace at this time, for Laszlo actually being the sole reason that Guillermo didn’t go with Nandor, how Nandor feels about Guillermo, how it would further prove to the audience how much Guillermo means to Nandor, it would help Nandor realize this feelings - I can go on and on, but yeah, makes the most sense to me lol

It makes the most sense to me, too! It's certainly how I would write it if someone were stupid enough to give me that power. But one thing I've always enjoyed about WWDITS is that I can never fucking predict exactly where the writing is gonna go, so I'm very much in the "this is what I want and what I think makes the most sense, but who fucking knows" camp. With the asks I'm getting now, I'm not sure if I made that clear enough in my last answer haha.

(I feel like my words are making sense but I'll be real with y'all, I am having a very bad symptom night and I'm pretty sick. So maybe I'm not being as clear as I feel lmao.)

To be very clear, if I were a betting woman (and... I am not, I hate gambling) then I'd say that Nandor doesn't know all the details of what happened with Guillermo and he'll find out when he and Laszlo are alone together. Laszlo might make an offhand remark about it (like, idk, being glad that he sent Guillermo off to protect Nadja or knowing that Guillermo will be fine babysitting Colin because he was so good at protecting Nadja or whatever) and Nandor is just like "wait, the fuck?" and things devolve from there.

I do think that if all this happens right after a wedding gone wrong (or even right, but not how he wants it to be) Nandor will be very raw, especially while talking to an absolute fucking wife guy, so he could easily lose his temper.

(Plus, side note, if Marwa does leave him at the altar, maybe he'll be like FUCK, THIS IS THE SECOND TIME SOMEONE HAS LEFT ME RIGHT BEFORE I EMBARKED ON A GREAT JOURNEY WITH THEM and that'll push hard on the abandonment issues he's always had. Love that for him. And then to find out that Guillermo never meant to actually abandon him? *chef's kiss*)

Like I'd love to see them fight over Guillermo. That plot line doesn't feel fully finished yet and, more importantly, I'd just love to see Nandor go batshit over Guillermo. I have thought of MANY ways that could happen. It's how I've been entertaining myself the past few weeks. lmao.

I just don't want to put all my eggs in one basket, especially because we have at least 2-3 episodes before they fight. I'm one of those people that thinks up 30 scenarios for every situation. It's why I keep ending up with 5 times fics, whoops.

#replies #wwdits tag #wwdits s4 spoilers #nandermo

[badwitchcoven]

Okay so thots on the newest episodes below, beware spoilers yada yada

We open on Belos and the Collector and wow, it seems their relationship is going through some stress as the Day of Unity approaches. The Collector is impatient to be freed and it seems like Belos could actually do so any time he wants, he’s just waiting until after the Draining Spell. It’s interesting since it frames their partnership as less both of them wanting the Day of Unity since that’d free the Collector as well as kill the witches, but instead Belos holding the Collector’s freedom over their head so they’ll work with him. Also a confirmation that Belos won’t make another Grimwalker until Hunter is killed so that’s interesting.

HAH Darius is suffering. He’s a dignified, appearance-conscious man surrounded by dorks, there is no escape from the CATs and their team cheer *hiss*

Luz’s palisman is an egg which is both thematically suitable and makes me need to chew on something like a rabid dog because why I was joking when I said what if we didn’t learn Luz’s palisman! Luz’s new outfit is great though, she’s really grown up so much and I love the ponytail.

Eda was so sweet to her kids, assuring them that things will be fine. And Luz making Raine promise to protect Eda is just– ugh, I love them they’re such a family. The way she calls them Luz the Human and King the Titan, it’s just such a subtle way she sort of reinforces that she loves them and the ways they’re different from everyone else on the Boiling Isles. And despite all the assurances King especially is still scared this is goodbye because he’s still just a kid as the adults leave the kids behind to infiltrate the palace to stop the Day of Unity.

Also the plan, the plan. Eda’s going to take on a coven sigil to replace Raine so her curse fucks with the spell and while as she notes it doesn’t matter that much practically speaking since her curse isn’t going away it’s still... it’s still such a violation of her bodily autonomy and her values and an insult to her as a Wild Witch which is a title she wears with pride, it’s just a huge sacrifice for her to make. Raine’s expression as Steve gives Eda the brand is exactly how I was feeling and you can tell Raine knows how horrible this is. I can now understand why they were so firm on not getting Eda involved with the plan.

Anyway, Luz and King head off to rescue Amity and meet Hunter, Willow and Gus. First of all, love the new looks (especially Willow) and second of all apparently Darius contacted them? Which means Darius had a way to contact Hunter? I have no idea how this happened. But it’s really nice to see how far they’ve all come and how well they work together.

So with Amity apparently she and her siblings tried to convince their mom and got grounded for it which makes sense for them to do while the other Hexside students do their own thing to prepare, they need to get rid of the Emperor’s foot soldiers (also the twins tried to burn down the factory which GOOD FOR THEM) and I can see why they’d send Odalia’s children to convince her. And then Luz shows up and it’s so romantic, the backdrop of vines and flowers as the sun sets and– they really went all out and then they kiss it’s so sweet and beautiful and you can tell a lot of heart went into it just by the animation alone.

And then the infiltration to try and convince Alador since he promised to listen to Amity more and then the fight scene and Kikimora who has only become more unhinged since her demotion!!! I actually noticed a sign of the switch Luz had Gus make though I didn’t know what it meant exactly at the time, at one point what looks like Luz does the little flash step Hunter does while dodging. Since she looked at her hands all confused I just assumed carrying around her palisman in her jacket gave her a new power or something but nah, that was Hunter wondering why he looked like Luz all of a sudden. The fight scenes were excellent though, I especially adored Willow going plant monster on everyone and Gus making the entire room go dark, they’ve come so far! Also we learn that Hunter being a traitor is now common knowledge since Kikimora calls him a turncoat.

I like how this is the second time King bonding with an older guy while working through his own issues about his dad has once again resulted in the older guy coming to an important realization. Like those characters who just go around accidentally mentoring children, King is going to son-figure all these people into being better. it’s pretty interesting how King was just chilling with Alador on the swings and then had to go “uh yeah, about that, there’s no after the Day of Unity”

Alador showing up at the last moment like a hero, I’m glad he’s finally on the way to actually doing what he should have been doing all along and protecting and listening to his kids. And then he explains the Day fo Unity to Odalia and it turns out she already knows? I was shocked! A great reveal! Odalia truly believes her family is going to be royalty in the new world (which tbf she doesn’t have the cultural context of what a witch hunter is but still the self-importance!) and it makes me wonder if there are other witches in the know as it were, but were told they’d be spared if they remained loyal. Anyway, Odalia is a monster willing to sacrifice almost everyone on the Boiling Isles for nothing! She sucks, even if her Oracle magic is cool.

Oh but the insight into Alador and Odalia’s relationship is... I hate Odalia even more now. It’s clear that her abuse isn’t limited to her children, working Alador all hours of the day and undermining his decisions and being just as controlling and manipulative of him as she is her children.

Also, the reveal that the Emperor knows about the Cats plan! How? How does he know?! Is there a traitor? Did he find some way to spy on them? There are ways of course but how?! Either way, it’s a good thing Luz is on the way to rescue them or at least alert them that they’ve been had.

#the owl house

[despairforme]

What is fairy Nnoitra’s favourite food? What does he associate with it? How did he grow up?

      Tiny insect wings twitched in excitement at the mentioning of FOOD. Nnoitra looked around, half expecting ( and definitely hoping ) to see his favorite food around. There was nothing. A displeased frown grew between his brows. ❝ Wow, ‘daz REAL funny! Gettin’ my expectations up ‘n then just - ❞ He clapped his hands together, as if smacking a bug. He imagined that if someone was going to take him down - they’d do it how they killed insects, since Nnoitra was about the same size. So - what WAS his favorite food? Fairies, or at least Nnoitra’s species of wish-(and misfortune)-granters lived in the forest. They ate mushrooms, seeds and nectar from flowers - but Nnoitra’s favorite thing was berries. Literally ANY type of berry would do. They were so big and juicy and tasted heavenly sweet! His mouth watered over just by thinking of berries. Well - he loved stuffing his face into flowers and drinking their nectar, but that was exactly that - drinking, not eating. Berries would easily distract Nnoitra. One time, he had been out delivering misfortune, when he had come across a strawberry field. NATURALLY he had chosen to take a break there, and dine on strawberries. Unfortunately, there had been some humans there, and Nnoitra had managed to SPILL his bag of misfortune onto them. Needless to say, their berry-picking trip had turned into a nightmare. Nnoitra had gotten into a lot of trouble with his boss for that. When misfortune was produced it was meant for a specific human, not just ANY human, and Nnoitra failing to deliver it to the right address... Had severe consequences for a human life. He was pretty sure he’d never get his boss’ yelling out of his ears.

      ❝ I love all kinds ‘a berries! They’re SO FUCKIN’ TASTY! Ya ever had strawberries? ❞ Nnoitra dipped his tongue out, and leaned forward, pretending he was leaning against a huge strawberry that was there only for him. What a dream. ❝ Dunno if I associate ‘em with anythin’. I just like ‘em ‘cause they’re sweet! ❞ And juicy. If he ate a large berry, he could end up completely drenched in sugary liquid. If that wasn’t living your best life? Then what WAS? 

       The next question was about his upbringing, so that was a very different subject. ❝ I hatched, of course. ❞ Nnoitra made a -duh- hand-gesture with his tiny hand, as if everyone knew that fairies ( at least his species ) hatched from eggs. Why else would he have insect wings? ❝ My mom is a wish-granter, real good at it, ‘n my dad is a luck-delivery fairy. They both work ‘fer ‘da hive. ❞ The hive was the term for the whole community of fairies. Workers would bring food there to feed other workers, and their families. It also worked as a school and kinder garden, so Nnoitra had spent almost all his childhood there, together with his fellow child fairies. The male and female Nnoitra referred to as his ‘ parents ‘ were not related to him by blood. Fairies were magical beings, and so their eggs were created with magic, within the hive. Pair could go and choose eggs to adopt. His parents had raised several other fairies as their children, who Nnoitra could count as his brothers and sisters. However, he was... Not very popular within the family.

       He was meant to become a wish-granter, like his mother, or at least a luck-delivery fairy. These were high-profile jobs. Nnoitra, however, had performed so poorly at school, that after ( not really ) graduating, he had been given the LEAST sought-after job. He had become a deliverer of misfortune. NOBODY wanted this job. It was a dangerous, unforgiving profession. Nnoitra did not like it, but if he didn’t HAVE a job, then he’d be an outcast. There would no longer be food for him at the hive... A lone fairy? They just didn’t survive. So he had no choice.  

#[ omgggg ] #[ ANON YOU WANT FAIRY AU LORE ] #[ YOU SHALL RECEIVE ] #[ this ask ?? - chef's kiss - ] #[ i don't get to use that au nearly as much as i'd like ] #[ bc like ?? tiny fairy nnoitra ?? blessed ] #[ this lore is inspired by different insects and also ] #[ different fairy lore that i've read about in the past ] #[ thank you very much for sending!! ] #despair for me. ╱ in character. #talking shit. ╱ answers. #dreamcatcher. ╱ au.28.

[skeletonsgeorg]

4, 9, 16 for Shirley

21, 31, 38 for Cian

40, 44, +1 for Cara

from the fifty more prompt!

Oh my gosh you are SPOILING ME [happy cries]

Shirley

4. What were Shepard’s opinions of Cerberus before waking up on their table?

Shirley knew the basic report-file of Cerberus before she died; she knew of them as an Alliance black-ops organization that went rogue and then proceeded to attack Alliance soldiers, kill innocent civilians, and assassinate Admiral Kohoku. Given her zealous allegiance to the Alliance, she wanted them hunted down and destroyed, but like, it wasn't personal, y'know?

9. What does Shepard like to wear when they’re out of the armor?

Out of her armor, you can catch Shirley in her officer dress blues. It's virtually impossible to pry the woman out of soldier-mode; the only exception to this was shore leave on the Citadel with all her friends harassing the shit out of her to relax. She finally wore a dress.

15. If Shepard could have an extremely dangerous and illegal pet, what would it be?

Shirley's eyes got SO BIG when Vega said he stole a Harvester egg and raised the baby to let him fly it. Not because she believed it, but because it planted the idea of a pet Harvester in her brain.

Cian

21. What companion quest did shepard enjoy the most? What was the most difficult one for them to do?

Oh god... Cian had the most fun as Grunt's krantt and dad battlemaster in his Rite of Passage, but he got the most sense of personal satisfaction being Tali's defender in her trial. Being the son of a Terra Firma senator meant he spent his entire childhood consumed in politics and law until he ran away at the age of 14, and he kept running away from his past until that trial, where he finally got to use his law-school grooming to protect his little sister.

The most difficult for him by far was Legion's, where they asked him to decide the fate of the Heretics. The complete eradication of a political faction is genocide in Cian's eyes, even if said faction worships the Reapers, but Cian was also haunted by the idea of rewriting the minds of the Heretics without their consent, even if it was in the name of saving them. In the end, Cian's history as a rape survivor made him choose to kill the Heretics, because he views consent and the sanctity of autonomy as fundamental tenants of who he is as a person.

31. How did Shepard feel, seeing Legion wearing their old armor? Does that change?

When Cian first saw Legion standing there wearing his armor and greeting him with that "Shepard-Commander," he could only stand there gobsmacked flapping his jaw. His brain was just a burst of static and ?!?!?!?!?!?!. He didn't assume it was a battle trophy because this mysterious geth had plenty of opportunities to kill him but chose to help them against the husks instead, so he genuinely didn't know what to make of it except that it inspired a weird sense of goodwill from him.

As he and Legion grew closer and closer and his questioning only yielded "no data available," however, Cian put together that Legion wore his armor due to the very organic emotion of admiration. The idea that Legion found him worthy of admiration, enough that they chose to literally shield themselves with a symbol of him, made him feel a rush of warm affection every time he laid eyes on Legion. Cian's self-image is horrifically low, especially while under Cerberus's yolk, but Legion made him feel like maybe he was doing something right.

38. If Shepard is dropped into the middle of the wilderness for a week, how do they handle it?

Cian would view it as a vacation compared to the N7 program survival training or to his life in the Tenth Street Reds (AKA homeless in Los Angeles). Give him four hours and he has a lean-to, a water collector, cooking meat, and crippling anxiety about how his friends and crew are doing without him.

Cara

40. How does your Shepard react, when Liara tells them she’s the one that handed their body over to Cerberus?

Cara mostly just sucks on her lip and swings her arms back and forth before puffing her cheeks out, making a squish sound, giving Liara two thumbs up and a "Thanks!"

44. What’s the perfect date to sweep Shepard off their feet?

Cara's usual idea of a perfect date is one where she does all the work; gets all dressed up in her best flannel and pair of jeans and lead her girlfriends to a picnic in the middle of rolling grasslands filled with wildflowers, with the basket full of food that she specially made herself of her girlfriends' favorite foods. She wants to be the one doing the sweeping. But if Kelly and Samantha truly wanted to sweep Cara off her feet... they'd take her to the Cheyenne Nation on Earth, where she could reconnect with her culture and people.

+1 what, to your Shepard, is a good death

For the longest time, Cara wanted to die a warrior's death so she could be reunited with her parents and siblings taken from her on Mindoir. If she died in battle in the name of defending the innocent, then that would be a good death. This... changes, at the end of the Reaper War, when she is presented with the final choice of her life -- in the end, she chooses sacrifice, not only of her life, but also of her death, in order to keep the galaxy safe. She finds peace in never seeing her biological family again, so long as she's able to look after the family she found.

#shirley shepard #cian shepard #cara shepard #my ocs #mass effect

[anemcia]

@viopolis​ ​​ asked: 🌻🌻🌻 ( From Cell to Honeydew, From Cleo to Cyto, aaand Dek to Cell. Give 'em some Words )

A flower for your thoughts 🌻 - [ACCEPTING]

Honeydew

”...When I was ‘bout five years old, my mom gave me a gold seashell necklace for my birthday. It was the prettiest thing I ever saw, my name engraved in the back and a soft melody that ringed each time I would open the locket. I’d wind the gears over and over-- just to hear that song each night before I went to sleep. It made me feel safe, much like how you’d pray for protection. Even after my mom passed away, I never did stop wearing the locket she gave me. Ya might be curious why it’s not on me now-- and I’ll let you know.”

“It wasn’t my choice, well, not entirely. I was in that private university school my father enrolled me in, got into a huge mess with an ex friend and her pals. She knew about how much my necklace meant to me and coordinated a plan to steal it. I was blind sighted by someone holdin’ my head back, yanking my chain until the clasp broke. I tried to chase em’ all down, and they led me right into our bathroom. One of them was danglin’ it over a toilet bowl, threatening to flush the last memento of my dead mother for a laugh. I guess ya could say I lost it, got into a huge brawl that ended with my head faced down in a sink. I just...Remember the vivid sound of somethin’ being smashed repeatedly, a lotta laughter and then... Silence.”

“When I could stop my nose from bleedin’ so damn much, I picked up what was left of my gift and hurried home to fix it much as I could. I could barely work through my tears, but somehow I was able to piece it together and make it sing for me-- but the melody I loved so much... It doesn’t sound the way it used to. I cried about it for days, placing it in my jewellery box to never be touched again. I doubt my dad noticed how upset I was, or even the fact it wasn’t around my neck anymore. Those girls... I did get back at them for what they did eventually, but winnin’ that fight ultimately ended with my expulsion. I guess it’s just one of the many reasons why I hate people so much.”

Cyto

”I’m sorry to hear about your pet bunny, Cleo... I get scared of holding little animals too, well, not as much as I used to. If you come home with me later, I can show you how I pick up and hold our chickens. I have to move them to find eggs they lay so we can eat them later, at least the ones that don’t have baby chickens in them. I know it’s not the same as your old per, but they’re just as soft and fluffy. If you can learn how to do that, maybe we can ask my mom to buy you a new rabbit that wont run away? I don’t like you feeling sad and alone on that mountain, so when we find the perfect friend, you can be happy!...

“...If that's okay with you, right? Is that okay with you? Sometimes I don’t know what you’re thinking when you look at me like that.  I... I wish you could tell me more things.”

Cell

”You’re about as interesting as you are disgusting to look at, but I admire your moxie for being such a strange creature. Just how is it that you ended up stranded on this planet again? Did your ‘Aseity’ find you weren’t as useful as it thought? How could you be so certain that this sentient ship has any concern for you or any of the residents it harbors? Seems to me that you’ll be marooned indefinitely until something or someone puts you out of your misery. Be thankful the farmer has decided you’re fascinating enough to keep around like some pet. Once she finishes whatever it is she wishes to do with you, I may just kill you for fun.”

#《🌼》𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 [Answered memes] #viopolis #//HONESTLY I REALLY ENJOYED DOING THESE ONES

[ramblings-of-a-non-human]

I had an awful dream last night. It started as a reoccurring nightmare I have, in which myself and a few others are trapped in a house with a man and a woman resembling the Other Parents from Coraline. Usually, we all die as we are hunted down by the Other Parents, save for a couple that commit suicide together. This time, however, I was helping the Other Parents.

Specifically, I remember being told to check a room upstairs while one of the monsters, the Other Mother, checked downstairs. I remembered how the two hiding in this room were caught, and tried to hide them somewhere the Other Mother had already checked. She came up as I was trying to leave. She immediately looked where I hid them, and told me not to use my.. well, I can’t recall what exactly she called it, but my memories from previous dreams. She said it won’t end well. I watched her kill them.

I told them where to find the couple that had committed suicide, and they were digging them out of the snow. I wasn’t helping them. They told me that they moved them, and I had to find them. They also said that “This is the problem with not being human, you can’t THINK like a human”. I think they meant I couldn’t think like the couple anymore, because I was no longer human- I believe in the past, I was always human in this dream. I still looked like one, just like I do in the real world, but when I helped the monsters, well, I became one of them.

Back to the dream. I moved to another part of the yard, and dug them up. Only, they were in these magenta colored eggs, the size of my palm. It didn’t make much sense, but I found them nevertheless. I went on a bus-shuttle-spaceship thing with the monsters, and a tree-creature that almost resembled Groot. I was doing something terrible, but I felt like I belonged somewhere, so I was determined to keep my place. When we needed water, I got snow from outside, and I felt useful when they praised me.

We arrived in my neighborhood, and there were what had to be hundreds of kids and teenagers outside being forced to play the monsters “game”. I was a participant, technically, but it was rigged. I was to help the monsters. If I didn’t, I might end up dead. I hoped that some of the people around me could do something right, so the monsters would see the “potential” they saw in me, in them, and they could live. One of my neighbors, my friend, was next to me. She was scared, and I held her hand briefly, but I stopped out of fear the monsters would see.

I thought about what would happen if I died, if the monsters died. Here, I remember what was at one point the Other Father looking like a regular man in his fifties. His hair was gray, he looked a bit like one of my uncles. I wonder how long he looked like that for- how much my memories distorted. Still, when he died, one of us would be in charge of games like this- me, the Other Mother, or the Groot-creature. I also though about the afterlife. I wouldn’t go to heaven after all I’d done here. I was helping them kill to save my own skin. If I was a good person, I’d have let the monsters kill me back at the house. I realize that, of all the kids here, I’ll be the only survivor at the end of it all.

Then I woke up.

I’m realizing that anyone who sees this post will probably think I made this dream up. I didn’t, and that’s what scares me. I have weird nightmares a lot, and usually they’re just nonsense that may offer some small insight into my psyche. But this- this truly terrified me.

#dream journal #non human #nightmare #ramblings #fear

[motownfiction]

theories of happiness

At fifteen years old, Judy Armstrong announces to her mother that she has three theories of happiness. She’s written them down, and she wants to share them.

They’re at the breakfast table, and Mom almost chokes on her coffee. Mama Katie has to clap her on the back like she’s a little kid. Jenny smirks over her scrambled eggs.

“Glad to see you have my back,” Judy says, sticking her fork into her waffle.

“Honey, it’s not that,” Mom says, still trying to sip at her coffee. “It’s that … it’s that you’re fifteen. You just got done with driver’s training.”

“And you sucked,” Jenny says.

It takes all of Judy’s self-control not to catapult a forkful of eggs at her little sister’s face.

“Jenny, stop it,” Mom says.

She turns back to Judy with worried eyes. Judy wants to scream. There’s probably nothing in the world she hates more than Mom’s worried eyes. As Judy and Jenny have gotten older, the worried eyes have gotten more frequent. And to think, Judy once assumed that getting older meant that the worried eyes would slowly begin to fade away.

“You’re fifteen,” Mom says again. “You’re not old enough to have life theories. I’m fifty-five, and I’m not old enough to have life theories.”

“Strangely enough, at fifty-three, I feel prepared,” Mama Katie says. It would make Judy laugh if she were in a better mood.

“I’m just saying,” Mom adds. “Don’t you need a little experience?”

“Sure,” Judy says. “But I’m not saying they’re theories about life. I’m saying they’re theories of happiness. And I don’t think I’m too young to get what happiness is. Do you?”

Mom sighs and shakes her head.

“I guess not,” she says. “Bring on the theories, then.”

Judy sighs and produces a single piece of paper from her English notebook. With a shaky hand, she gives it to Mom, who reads it with a sharp eye. Judy can still remember everything it says.

Number 1: Put on music that could never ever be sad. Best choice is probably “I Can’t Get Next to You,” but “I Can’t Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch)” is a good alternative. My reason is I just like The Temptations more.

Number 2: Eat a doughnut. They’re good.

Number 3: Be as much like my dad as possible.

When Mom reads the last point, she almost chokes on her coffee again. Mama Katie asks her what’s the matter, but Mom doesn’t answer. She’s too busy looking right at Judy.

At first, Judy can’t figure out if Mom is mad at her. She doesn’t usually like to talk about Sam, the girls’ dad, the one who died a long, long time before anyone knew they could ever be born. Maybe she thinks it’ll make Mama Katie jealous. Maybe she just misses him too much to make him real (because if he’s real, then he’s really gone, and his daughters really will never have the chance to meet him). Either way, they don’t talk about Sam very often. At least, they don’t always talk about him directly.

Sam’s influence is all over the place, even in spots where Judy didn’t think it was possible. Mom even runs his old store. But people are always telling Judy that she reminds them of Sam. His smarts, his musical prowess, his ability to babble in a few minutes with more wit than others will ever be able to muster in their entire lives. They say Judy got all that; that it must have been genetic because she never knew him; because she can’t have ever known him. And it kills her. It kills her to think there was once this perfect ally in the world, her own father, and he’s been dead too long for her to ask him any questions. He’s been dead too long to be her daddy. He’s been dead too long to be her friend.

It’s not fair. Jenny is so much like Mom, and they get to spend all the time in the world together. But what do you do when your so-alike parent has been in the ground for almost twenty whole years, five years longer than you’ve been alive? What do you do when everyone tells you that you smile like a dead man? That you spin your vinyl records like a corpse? That your laugh sounds like a laugh you’ve never really heard … a laugh you should have been able to hear all the time?

Mom takes another breath and hands the piece of paper back to Judy. At first, Judy’s pretty sure she won’t say anything.

Then again, Mom has a way of surprising people.

“You don’t even have to try,” she says, and this time, it doesn’t sound resentful. “You’re like him … more than you know.”

Judy gives her mother a weak smile. It’s not much, she thinks, but it’s something.

Maybe one of these days, she’ll know all the ins and outs. Maybe one of these days, she’ll finally understand what Aunt Sadie and Uncle Daniel mean when they say she’s just like her dad. Maybe one of these days, she’ll stop being so angry that she never knew him.

Maybe one of these days, Judy will believe her own theories.

#drabble #food #writeblr #ch: judy armstrong #ch: steph armstrong #ch: katie sheehan #ch: jenny armstrong #year: 2022 #asks #marshalcoded #thank you!

[edenmemes]

god of war (2018) starters

a remake of the old meme, now with more dialogue !

❝ did something change? the forest feels different. ❞   ❝ it’s...it’s still alive. ❞   ❝ i heard you. it’s not up for discussion. ❞   ❝ space your shots. speed costs accuracy. ❞   ❝ we do what we must to survive. ❞   ❝ it’s not like you don’t get angry in a fight. ❞   ❝ do not speak again. ❞   ❝ didn’t you hear that? voices. it felt…evil. ❞   ❝ close your heart to their desperation. close your heart to their suffering. ❞   ❝ people… they’re trying to survive too. ❞   ❝ we are not men. we are more than that. ❞   ❝ and i thought my family was fucked up. ❞   ❝ finish what you started. ❞   ❝ smells like rotten eggs. is it still good? ❞   ❝ kill for survival, not for indulgance. ❞   ❝ there is one unavoidable truth you will never escape: you cannot change. ❞   ❝ we all gotta take responsibility sometime, huh? ❞   ❝ slow down. your haste will cost us. ❞   ❝ i need to know if you can survive the journey. ❞   ❝ everything is different. try not to dwell on it. ❞   ❝ find your way home. you are free. ❞   ❝ put as much distance between you and the truth as you want, it changes nothing. ❞ ❝ i will do what i must. leave me be. ❞   ❝ that doesn’t mean you should lie to your friends or family. ❞ ❝ do not concern yourself with what might be. focus on what is. ❞ ❝ you do not want this fight. ❞   ❝ i will rain down agony, every possible violation, upon you. ❞   ❝ um, alright...that hurt a little. ❞   ❝ you see through the eyes of a child. ❞ ❝ you are stronger than you know. ❞   ❝ we fight…until i say stop or we are dead. understand? ❞   ❝ you are right...i do not believe you. ❞   ❝ you think you understand, but you don’t. ❞   ❝ i know who you are...most importantly, i know what you are. ❞   ❝ your anger...you can get lost in it. ❞   ❝ it happens again, you tell me. understand? ❞   ❝ oh, you already know the answer to that. ❞   ❝ i’m strong. i’m smart. i’m not what you think i am. ❞   ❝ your memory was a comfort in dark times. ❞   ❝ whatever it is you seek i do not have it. you should move on. ❞   ❝ long way from home, aren’t you? ❞   ❝ i have no desire to help you. ❞   ❝ i used to dream about getting eaten. ❞   ❝ it is wise to be discreet. ❞   ❝ you are not yourself. ❞   ❝ fight until we stop or we are dead. ❞   ❝ have you ever heard the term ‘tempting fate’? ❞   ❝ as far as i’m concerned, death suits you better. ❞   ❝ would you pardon me please? i need to collect myself. ❞   ❝ this fight is pointless. your struggle is pointless. ❞   ❝ struck a nerve, did i? ❞   ❝ no, wait…i’m not giving up. i just…have to catch my breath. ❞   ❝ a dangerous beast. we’ll take him down together. ❞   ❝ it is so good to see you again. ❞   ❝ can’t believe you’ve lasted this long. ❞   ❝ hurry! i’m slipping. ❞   ❝ only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❞   ❝ you’re more concerned with their safety than our goal. ❞   ❝ i’d bow if i could, your majesty. ❞   ❝ try to find forgiveness, and we can start something new. ❞   ❝ i cannot undo your mistakes. ❞   ❝ it is a delicate balance. expect the worst. assume nothing. ❞   ❝ it sounds like they needed help. ❞   ❝ she meant more to me than you anyway. ❞   ❝ you’ve seen it with your own eyes; you can’t hurt me. ❞   ❝ i just needed answers...but you had to act all proud. ❞   ❝ you only know half the story. ❞   ❝ i’m...sorry for your loss. ❞   ❝ anything you’d like to get off your chest? ❞   ❝ throw whatever you have at me…i’ll keep coming. ❞   ❝ slow and old. you should never have come here. ❞   ❝ think i’m afraid of you? you’re nothing to me. ❞   ❝ we’re going to fight that? ❞   ❝ the fault is mine...and my responsibility to make it right. ❞   ❝ dead things...they have no needs. only wants. ❞   ❝ i am known for my attention to detail. ❞   ❝ i see you’ve been busy. ❞   ❝ ;et me take this moment to tell you what you are about to do is absolutely insane. ❞   ❝ i’ll be keeping my eyes on you. ❞   ❝ i am your monster no longer. ❞   ❝ until our journey is over, one of us must remain focused. ❞ ❝ you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again. ❞ ❝ i warned you. you would not listen. ❞   ❝ no...you’re bleeding. ❞   ❝ with power comes a big choice. you serve yourself or you serve others. ❞   ❝ be careful where you’re going. there’s no one nice out here anymore. ❞   ❝ you talk too much. ❞   ❝ we will fight it. because you are frightened of it. ❞   ❝ why are there two beds in there? ❞   ❝ will we see people on the road? friendly? will they try to rob us? ❞   ❝ tell me what i want, pain stops. real simple. ❞   ❝ you are going to have to kill me for that to happen. ❞   ❝ just tell me what i want to know! no need for this to get bloody. ❞ ❝ relax. do not think of it as an animal. it is simply a target. ❞   ❝ we do what we please. no excuses. ❞   ❝ you’ve had to kill people before, haven’t you? you’re used to it. ❞   ❝ how did they find me...after all this time? ❞   ❝ i’m not allowed there anymore on account of the, uh, incident. ❞   ❝ hm...thought you’d be bigger. ❞   ❝ you’re sounding more like your father by the minute. ❞   ❝ well, this is it. it’s been an honor. ❞   ❝ do you have any idea, any idea at all, what you have cost me? ❞   ❝ for someone so strong you sure worry a lot. ❞   ❝ uhh...this is a lot of bodies. ❞ ❝ you must be better than me. understand? ❞ ❝ we win because we are determined. disciplined. not because we feel ourselves superior.)❞   ❝ i’m fine. just lost my balance for a moment. ❞   ❝ do not drop your guard. ❞   ❝ you’ve only killed those deserving, right? ❞   ❝ can you kill something that big? ❞   ❝ worry serves me well...and how i keep us alive. ❞   ❝ earlier you said people might kill us. i’ll kill them if they try. ❞   ❝ so we’re going towards the scary singing? ❞   ❝ uh… do you hear that? what is it? ❞ ❝ will i see you again? ❞ ❝ you know my door is always open to you. ❞   ❝ but nobody’s killed a dragon for hundreds of years. ❞   ❝ the road ahead is long and unforgiving… no place for a child. you must be a warrior. ❞ ❝ to be effective in combat, a warrior must not feel for his enemy. ❞   ❝ you’re kinda scary sometimes. ❞   ❝ do not call me that. ❞   ❝ i feel like we can beat anything now. ❞   ❝ to give up this easily, so close to the start... ❞   ❝ you are in your head. let it go. ❞   ❝ unless i’m mistaken, you did all that...for me. ❞   ❝ i'll kill them if they try. i’m not afraid. ❞   ❝ if seeing me dead will make things right, i won’t stop you. ❞   ❝ never thought i’d see one up close... ❞   ❝ stay by me. touch nothing. ❞     ❝ you are wise for one so young. ❞   ❝ are they dead? ...not dead! not dead! ❞   ❝ do not mistake my silence for lack of grief.  ❞   ❝ never leave me alone again. all right? ❞   ❝ i did what had to be done. ❞   ❝ i know you hate gods but you really can’t stay away from them, can you? ❞   ❝ something’s breaking through the wall! ❞   ❝ it does not matter if you fire only once. show me control. ❞   ❝ do not allow yourself to feel for them. they do not feel for you. ❞   ❝ i do not know how to do this without you. ❞   ❝ i’d hoped that you, of everyone, would finally make me feel something. ❞   ❝ steady your aim and breathe in. exhale and release. ❞   ❝ are we lost? should we be in here? ❞   ❝ the path you walk. vengeance. you will find no peace. ❞   ❝ you know i love you. you just can be better. i know you can be. ❞   ❝ you think it’s safer in here?  ❞   ❝ listen to me. i can help. ❞   ❝ why wait to warn me? ❞   ❝ know any good stories to pass the time? ❞   ❝ you know what’s adequate? that footwork. you step in shit?   ❞   ❝ uh...you didnt mean to do that, did you?  ❞ ❝ why do you even care? you could have just walked away. ❞   ❝ if i wanted your opinion, i’d ask for it. ❞   ❝ you left me here. again. why don’t you care? ❞   ❝ that bow’s a little big for you, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ the last of his kind in all the realm and you shoot him. ❞   ❝ and here i thought your kind was supposed to be so enlightened. so much better than us. so much smarter.   ❞   ❝ you will always me a monster. ❞   ❝ what, you want a hug? ❞   ❝ in war, a soldier sees beauty in the blood of his enemy. ❞   ❝ follow down this path and head for daylight. ❞   ❝ finish what you started. ❞   ❝ it would serve you to stop talking. ❞   ❝ you did not think it was important to tell me? ❞   ❝ not a something for nothing type, are you? ❞   ❝ why should a deadly curse stop you? ❞ ❝ something feels strange...we’re heading into danger. ❞   ❝ the gods care nothing for you. (men should not pray to monsters.)   ❞   ❝ the fates...no good comes from them. ❞   ❝ it is important for a warrior to keep his skills sharp. ❞   ❝ trust i will not let us die. ❞   ❝ war was simply no fun anymore, but a rather senseless waste of precious life. ❞   ❝ when i require your counsel, i will ask. ❞   ❝ what i did, i did for you. ❞   ❝ you are too quick to temper. you a rash, insubordinate and out of control. ❞     ❝ i don’t think we’re supposed to be in here. ❞   ❝ you think i’m weak, because i’m not like you. ❞   ❝ maybe i’m just seeing things... ❞   ❝ mourn how you wish. leave me to my own. ❞   ❝ your father can kill. are you going to be able to do that? ❞   ❝ the path ahead is difficult and you are clearly not ready. ❞   ❝ anger can be a weapon if you control it --- use it. ❞   ❝ i proved myself. how am i not ready? ❞   ❝ if you’d given me what i wanted, it wouldn’t have ended this way. ❞   ❝ you are hunting deer --- not chasing it. ❞   ❝ i don’t believe it. are you...alive? ❞   ❝ are you really going to lecture me about that? ❞   ❝ keep your expectations low, and you will never be disappointed. ❞   ❝ are you the last of your family too? ❞ ❝ you got a real sentimental streak, know that? ❞   ❝ now is not the time for that. ❞     ❝ you were gone for so long i thought that you... ❞     ❝ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❞      ❝ hey, do you mind? trying to concentrate here. ❞   ❝ your mother taught you well. ❞   ❝ i can tell you a thing or two about family matters. ❞   ❝ i’ve been to many strange places…but this is a new one. ❞   ❝ you left me alone to fight. ❞   ❝ look at me! look at me! ❞   ❝ don’t you see? they never gave up hope. and neither should we. ❞   ❝ my mother made it for me. ❞   ❝ you killed against my wishes. ❞   ❝ come. no looking back now. ❞   ❝ love and hate are more closely intertwined than you might imagine. ❞   ❝ there is much about me i would not have you know. ❞   ❝ today the winds of fate have kicked up a strange vortex of coincidence. ❞   ❝ okay, there are a few gaps in my knowledge. ❞   ❝ they’re gonna be sorry they picked this fight. ❞   ❝ you can change your path. it’s not too late. ❞   ❝ let me guess…you’re gonna be smug and say we shouldn’t have got involved. ❞   ❝ i defended us. nothing more. ❞   ❝ no. you’ve been gone a long, long time! ❞   ❝ you are right to distrust the word of a god. ❞   ❝ you’ve got some father. i almost feel bad for you. ❞   ❝ so your plan involves a whole bunch of luck? ❞   ❝ well, that was a waste of a perfectly good apple. ❞   ❝ our home is no longer safe. but it will be again. ❞   ❝ well, even a blind pig farts up a truffle. ❞   ❝ when they find you - and they will - they’ll make things difficult. ❞   ❝ there’s only one person alive who can get you where you need to go…and luckily for you, my schedule’s wide open. ❞   ❝ they were just hungry, the wolves. they weren’t mean. they were starving. ❞   ❝ only fire when i tell you to fire. ❞   ❝ no need to explain. not to me. not for that. ❞   ❝ i was just having a little fun, you big grump. ❞   ❝ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❞   ❝ wow...that was something, that fight. ❞   ❝ you help me, i help you. ❞   ❝ let them go. take me instead. ❞   ❝ you've taught me so much. let me teach you something. ❞   ❝ alright. say it. ‘i told you so’. ❞   ❝ truth is seldom as pretty as myth and legend. ❞   ❝ hope is blinding your instincts. ❞   ❝ we are here because of you. never forget that. ❞   ❝ you are avoiding the question. ❞   ❝ you have a talent for destroying things. ❞   ❝ i can smell your grief. ❞   ❝ but...you told me to never go down there. ❞   ❝ i’ve never felt more alive. ❞   ❝ it’s not my blood. ❞   ❝ i’m going to cut off your head now. ❞   ❝ you’ve got a knack for ominous statements. ❞   ❝ this place...it feels like a prison. ❞   ❝ don’t you know when to give up? ❞   ❝ we will handle it. we have come this far. ❞   ❝ i’m fine...nothing to worry about. ❞   ❝ is it dishonorable to grow old? ❞   ❝ the power of any weapon comes from your heart…but only when tempered by your head. ❞   ❝ so unclean. so, so unclean. ❞   ❝ oh, cut it out, princess. you’re gonna get me all weepy. ❞   ❝ do not take your disappointment out on me. ❞   ❝ your anger...you can get lost in it. ❞   ❝ it’s all you talk about, over and over. do something about it or shut up. ❞   ❝ i have a favor to ask. just a small favor. ❞   ❝ check the path and make sure we are alone. ❞   ❝ pain we endure. faulty weaponry we do not. ❞   ❝ that’s it? the adventure is over? ❞   ❝ if you try, i’ll try. ❞   ❝ wow, you’re so stupid. that your father’s doing? or your mother’s? ❞   ❝ behind you, watch out! ❞   ❝ deny it all you want, but you saved me. ❞ ❝ only use this as a last resort. ❞ ❝  truth is more important than kindness.  ❞ ❝ i know every corner of these lands, every language spoken, every war waged, every deal struck. ❞ ❝ it should have been you. you hear me? you. not her. ❞ ❝ you don’t want me and you never will. ❞ ❝ don’t know, don’t care. ❞   ❝ time has a way of changing things ❞   ❝ betrayal begets betrayal. ❞   ❝ bit of a softy, eh? you’ll grow out of it. ❞   ❝ what do you mean ‘it’s your fault’? ❞   ❝ when we last spoke...i was... ❞   ❝ i regret my actions, and am filled with remorse. ❞   ❝ i wish i was strong enough to do that. ❞   ❝ they do not stop us, so they do not concern us. ❞ ❝ this used to be a challenge. ❞   ❝ sorry. i’m just trying to help. ❞   ❝ i’ve always thought this place as desolate and cursed. ❞   ❝ inspiration is a fickle mistress. ❞   ❝ we’ve come so far. there has to be a way. ❞   ❝ on our journey we will be attacked by all manner of creature. ❞ ❝ woah. what happened here? ❞   ❝ you don’t have to be the smartest man in the world to see that. ❞   ❝ no one deserves to be held captive like this. ❞   ❝ did you hear that? it sounds like something screaming. ❞   ❝ stay quiet. make no movement. ❞   ❝ don’t be sorry. be better. ❞   ❝ you won’t stop me. ❞   ❝ they caught you off guard. ❞   ❝ carelessness will only delay us. ❞   ❝ pull your weight or we go home. ❞  

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