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small-sinclair · 1 year

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Hehehe I love you’re writing, here’s another request, angst with a happy ending

7. I told you that I fucking loved you and you stood there and laughed at me (angst prompt list)

9. “I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you.” (Fluff prompt list)

Reader confessed their love, Bo laughs (it’s out of disbelief reader doesn’t take it that way) reader leaves, Bo comes home in the evening, obviously dude sucks at his emotions and they argue and then Bo ends up word vomiting a love confession too, little kissy at the end :3

Ooooooo. This is a nice one! Had to think about this one for a moment, but I think I have something for this :3

Bo x grey reader

What a Fool

Tw: sfw, confused Bo, mention of future killings, mention of murder/using a person, lovely Bo at the end,

When you told Bo how you felt in the garage, he had to take a double take on you. He looked at you in a mixture of disbelief and... hurt? Why does his baby blue eyes look so hurt when you said you want to spend the rest of your life with him?

"Say that again, honey?" He asked, wiping his hands over his pants, oil stains on his face. He was working on a 2004 Jeep today, and the motor was giving him trouble. "I think the heat is gettin' to my head."

"I said," you take a breath, "I love you, Beauregard Sinclair." You felt butterflies fluttering around your stomach and head. The way the golden afternoon light touching his skin and his wrist made him look like a saint. "I love you so much it hurts sometimes."

The corner of his lips twitched as a goofy smile cracked. At first, you thought he was happy, but when he started laughing hard and held him stomach, your confidence fell. He looked at you, trying to keep a straight face, and laughed harder.

He wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, y/n--what? Did Lester put you up to this? Goodness me, darlin'. You're the funniest human alive." Bo turned back to the jeep. "What a joke."

That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

You burst into tears, turning on your heels, and left the garage. You didn't mean to start crying, but a cry escaped your mouth as you ran out the garage, pushing Lester aside as he brought visitors to the station. Lester raised a brow at you then looked back at Bo, who was following you behind, confused as ever. The group--two girls and one guy--watched as you ran up the hill towards the house. You want to throw yourself on the closest thing like a Disney princess does in a moved when their love denies them. Is this what it feels like to be broken hearted?

One of the girls didn't stop watching you go until Bo said, "Don't mind 'em. They're actin' funny."

"I don't think they are, mister," the blonde said. "I've seen a broken hearted person, and that one," she thumbed over her shoulder, "just lost all of their love all at once."

The red head girl nodded. "Yeah, man. The hell did you do to them?"

Why don't you mind you own business? Bo wanted to snap, but he had to keep the good southern charm on. Maybe they won't do anything about it?

"It don't matter," Bo said, waving it off. "Y/n just said they love them."

Lester's eyes lit up like a puppy being given a bone. "Really? That's great!" He had the biggest smile on his face. "They were real nervous about it but I told 'em 'at y'all love 'em, too, Bo!"

Oh... no. "They weren't lyin'?"

Lester's not one for violence, but... "Wha did ya tell 'em, Bo?"

Bo's blood ran cold as he covered his mouth. Man, did he feel like a prick. "I thought they were jokin' an'--"

"Don't tell me you laughed at the poor thing!" The blonde said in disbelief. "Please say you didn't?"

"Yeah, I did." Why is Bo talking to the people he's going to kill? "I thought they were jokin' an' Les put 'em up to it!"

The man shook his head, clicking his tongue. "That's cold, brother."

"Ain't your brother," Bo snapped, pacing back to the counter then towards the group, covering his mouth. "Really fucked up 're."

"Yeah! Crashed and burned seems to sum it up," the red head said. She nodded at the door. "You should go after them and say your sorry."

The blonde nodded in agreement as she checked her phone. "Yeah, mister. If you go now, you can beat the rain." She then held up her phone. "Cause, like, it'll be cheesy as hell if your run through the rain to get to them."

Lester had to nod in agreement. "Yeah. Super cheesy."

Then the man held up a hand, asking, "But do you feel the same about them? Like, do you love them?" He shoved his hands back in his sweatshirt. "Because if you say it and not mean it, it'll be Oversvile for you."

"Brendon's right," the blonde girl said. "Because that could make this worse and you might lose a friend." She then looked at the red head and asked, "Remember Will did that, Macy?"

Macy, the red head, nodded. "He played me like a fucking room after that, Percy." She then looked at Bo. "You better figure it out, man."

Bo chewed the inside of his mouth as he placed his hands on his hips, thinking. What did he think of you? Sure, he would laugh with you, talk with you, sleep and hold you. Part of him wanted to kiss you when you dragged him outside to watch the fireflies dace over the wildflowers. The way you spun in the flowers as you tried to catch stars in your hand and held yourself so soft and gentle around them, your smile always warm. Cracking up laughing when Jonesy jumped up to lick your face made his heart swell like no other. Every time he was around you, he felt so calm and lighter. Bo's heart ached when you would curl up closer to him at night, hugging his wrists and scars with so much love. He hated when people looked at you wrong, and he hated when you were taken away from him just to talk to a group of people. When you fell down the spiral stairs and hurt your knee, he wanted to bend over backwards to make you stop crying. He hated to hear you cry, to see your sadness, to see your frown... He hated seeing you run out of the station, holding her face, crying. It felt like a bullet to the chest.

So, why did he laugh? What made him think that it was a joke?

Then it hit him: Trudy said it and never meant a word. The only love he's every felt was... was with you.

"Oh, shit," he said under his breath. "What did I do?" He then looked up at the group then at the door. He heard the soft rumbles of the thunder and flashes over the sky. Fuck the killings, fuck the group... he wanted you. Sweet, perfect, beautiful you.

Macy seemed to be reading his mind. She stepped aside, and held her arm out as a path to the door. "Well, get after it then!"

That was all he needed to hear. He hurried pass them and started up towards the house. The group be killed or not, it doesn't matter. You were in that damn house alone crying. What a fool he is! A damn fool! Here you were, in the shop, looking nice than normal, all dolled up for him, just for him, to ruin something that's been building up in his chest for weeks!

What a fool Bo Sinclair is.

*****************

"I'm an idiot, Vincent!" You sobbed in your pillow. He sat on the edge of your bed and rubbed your back. "A dumb, love, stupid-stupid idiot!"

You scared him when you slammed the door, causing him to drop his coffee mug of tea. It hurts seeing you cry, but it hurts more knowing your crying over his dumb twin. Vincent just wanted to hit Bo with the tow truck--

"Y/n?" Bo called from downstairs, closing the door. "Darlin'?"

"Go-go away!" You chocked out, yelling back down. "I-I don't wan-wanna talk to-to you!" You heard his boots coming up the steps as rain pattered against the glass. You hugged your pillow tighter as you cried.

When Bo saw this scene, his knees didn't feel right and he felt sick. He did this to you. He made you cry. Goods, he's like his father--

Vincent glared at Bo as he stood. His hands moved quickly. 'Talk to them. Y/n's hurt. Fix it.' He stops at the door then looks back at Bo. ‘Fix. It.’

Bo took a deep breath and nods as he brother past by him, his eyes lingering over your crying form. He took careful steps in your room and sat on the edge of the bed. He folded his hands as he listened to your tears. The hallow pit in his chest caved in faster as you flinched away from his hand touching your knee. He hated himself more. He hated himself more than anyone.

"Hey, darlin'," he hummed softly, his voice echoing inside his chest. "Wanna talk to ya."

"Why?" You sniffed. "What? You wanna laugh at me more?"

Those words were like daggers in his heart. "No, no, y/n-- I didn't mean to laugh."

You turned on your side and sat up. You brought your legs close to your chest. He brought his leg up on the bed and shook his head. "I told you that I fucking loved you," you wiped your face, "and you stood there and laughed at me, Bo."

Thunder rumbled against the roof. "I didn't mean to, honest."

Your eyes were so red and puffy that he didn't want to look at you. "What am I to you, Beauregard?"

"What do ya mean--"

"What. Am. I. To. You?" You didn't mean to sound tired or angry. You didn't mean to curl your fingers into a fist. "Tell me. What?" You used your arm as a tissue to wipe away the snot. "Do you see me as a play thing? Want me in-in the basement like the rest?"

He felt disgusted. "No, no!" The near thought of you strapped down in some place horrifying like that nearly broke him.

"Then what am I to you?" You snapped, making him jump at the suddenness. "Am I a joke? A dumb person you thought it'll be fun to play with?" Then something clicked and your mind didn't want to go there, but it did. Your body started to shake. "Are you waiting for the perfect moment to kill me?"

Lightning flashed over his eyes, his blood running cold. Your voice being defeated. Your heart breaking in his hands all because he laughed? Calling them a joke? You. Perfect you. Breaking for a damaged Bo. Why? Why are you doing this to him? His arms reached around you and pulled you into a tight embrace. He held your head against his chest, his hand covering the back of your head protectively. You could hear his heart hammering against his chest.

You struggled against his grip to wiggle free, but it felt so safe, so loving. Luckily, your struggling failed as you cried in his arms. He hushed you softly, kissing the top of your head.

"Wanna know wha' you are to me?" He whispered as rain pattered like bullets. "Yer my first thought every morn. My last thought every night. Yer the reason I git outta bed to mak' coffee. I-I fucking live to hear ya say 'good mornin' ' to me, and it drives me crazy when ya don't say it." He held your head up and cupped your cheek. You were looking up at his beautiful eyes. Those baby blues that made you hit the ground harder. "I thin' 'bout ya when I work on the cars. I thin' 'bout ya when I smoke, wonderin' if yer cooking or bakin'. Shit," he couldn't help but chuckle at thought, "I've said yer name out loud with my last name: Y/n Sinclair." He blushes. "An' it has a good rin' to it, yeah?" You found yourself nodding. He rested his head in your hair, smelling the flowery shampoo you used this morning. "I don't know what ya did to me, and I like it, y/n," he looks down at you. "I like ya a lot."

"So," you hiccuped. "You love me?"

"I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you, darlin' y/n," he answered, laughing. There's a sparkle in his eyes when he asked, "Mind if I show you how much I love ya?"

You managed a nod as your cheeks flushed red.

He leaned down, brushing your lips gently with his rough thumb, and kisses you. His lips were cracked, but they felt like the softest pillows under you. The storm under your skin calmed when you pulled yourself closer, running your hands over his shirt sleeves, tugging him closer. He held your back up as he deepen the kiss. He took you in as if you were the last glass of cold water in July. His head spun as the thoughts of you twirling in the ran sent his mind a blaze, taking you as you were, putting his mama's ring on your finger to forever call you his.

"I love you, Beauregard Sinclair," you breathed against his lips.

He smiled against your skin. "Say it again?"

"I love you, Beauregard Sinclair." And you would say it until your dying breath.

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belphiesreverie · 2 years

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Platonic yan bestie Ayato with a reader similar to him; the favorite daughter of a powerful clan which runs Inazuma's economy and keeps Inazuma safe in illegal ways (like the Japanese yakuza in their golden age). Despite the differences, the clan actually worked with the Kamisato clan and both respect the other's boundaries. It's going to be easier for Ayato to bond with someone similar to him as they face similar challenges and it's easier for him to share things he never told Ayaka. ⭐

Ooooooo I really like this idea!!

I can imagine that Ayato often worries about your safety a lot. Being the favoured child of a powerful clan is very dangerous in and of itself, and he knows this firsthand, but adding on the fact that your family often deals with a lot of shady business?? He’s positively worrying himself sick every time you leave his estate or don’t come to visit at your usual time. Which is why you can’t blame him for asking you to stay longer, basically begging you not to leave his side. He wants to be able to protect you, but he can’t do that if you don’t stay with him

And if you end up leaving anyways, he’ll have a few of his most trusted members of the shuumatsuban tail you in his place…. Or he’ll just find out where you’re scheduled to be and rearrange his day so that you can ‘coincidentally’ bump into each other

Ayato truly treasures your friendship above all else and couldn’t even stand the thought of losing you. So when Ayaka and Thoma come to him time after time, worrying about how much work he’s putting off to trail after you like a lost puppy, he might end up snapping a bit. He’s already under so much pressure, and they’re trying to pile on more by taking away his time from the only person who truly understands him. But it’s okay. After he calms down a bit, he’ll go to seek you out. And you’ll listen to what’s troubling him with the patience and understanding only you can give him, because you’re the only one who truly gets him

However, despite proclaiming himself as your best friend and being the only one who understands you, he’s seemingly failed to notice how much stress his dependence on your friendship is causing you

Also ngl but now I have the urge to talk abt a yandere mafia au 🏃‍♀️

#belph’s platonic yans #⭐️ anon #genshin #genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere ayato x reader #kamisato ayato #yandere kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #tw yandere #gn reader #gn s/o

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megidonitram · 1 month

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Everyone's Running From Something

(ch. 5)

A Baldur's Gate 3 University Professor AU

Rating: M

Quick Summary: Astarion and Gale are two University English professors precariously mentoring a troubled 19-year-old and falling in love.

💖Main Pairing : BloodWeave,(Astarion/Gale) 💕Side Pairings: Shadowheart/Nocturne, Karlach/Dammon, Wyll/The Dark Urge, Tav/Tav 💔Past Pairings: Gale/Mystra, Astarion/Sebastian, Astarion/Tav

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**Please see Master List Entry for Full Content Warnings**

⏰Chapter Warning⏰

Mentions of Child Abuse | Discussion of a Past Suicide Attempt | Implied Eating Disorder

The first day of class was overcast. Astarion woke up at 5:30 am and ran through his usual morning routine: make the bed, hot shower, work out- Mondays were endurance days: planks, crunches, lunges, and a 2-mile run-, cold shower, get dressed, morning coffee- one sugar, one stevia, no cream.

The mornings were when Astarion missed Lydia the most- not necessarily the banal domestic conversation, but the commotion of her in his house. Her inscrutable taste in music and the sound of her knocking around in the kitchen filled the void of silence in a far more alive way than the soft whisper-drone of NPR. It was also harder to fall back into old habits when someone else was there watching him.

His phone buzzed as he was finishing his coffee.

Speak of the devil, and she shall appear.

L: Hey, probably a stupid question.

Her name was still in his phone the way she’d saved it when they first met, as ‘Lydia 🖤😈’ and Astarion thought, as he did every time she reached out for something, that he should probably change that before the wrong person saw it.

L: Is there a purple and white cabochon earring lying around your bedroom somewhere? L: The last time I can remember wearing them I ended up at yours.

Astarion picked up his phone and typed a reply.

A: I know I have one of your earrings in my car cupholder.

A: I keep meaning to get it back to you. I’ll send it along with Wyll if you’d like.

She replied a few minutes later.

L: Absolutely do not do that. L: I’ll just run by your office L: God. L: You’re going to make the kids think I’m having an affair.

Astarion read the text and put his phone down, intending to end the conversation, but then something clicked in his mind.

A: Hey. A: You worked at a DSS to put yourself through medical school, didn’t you?

L: ooOOOoo

L: You must REALLY need something if you’re willing to admit that sports medicine is real medicine😏😏😏

A: Answer the question, Silverwarden. L: I did. L: But I was an admin not a coordinator, so my knowledge is limited L: You might be better off talking to Isobel

L: She’s very nice! I can introduce you if you’ve never met! A: I’m an English professor, I’ve met the ADA coordinator. A: I need your discretion. A: Can you tell me why a student’s mental health deferment might get rejected? L: Is this about Xenia? L: It’ll be easier to explain if you call me.

Astarion checked his watch before he clicked on her contact information to call her. The phone rang a few times before she picked up. He heard a squawking toddler and the last snatch of her previous conversation: ‘…It’s just a student thing… Alright, see you tonight. I love you.’

“Hello, Mr. Goodman! Are you going to Vemo me a dollar, or shall I?” Lydia had an unhurried lilting voice, with a touch of a southern accent that made her swallow her ‘o’s and ‘t’s.

“What?”

“It’s a- never mind!” she huffed. “Have you consumed a single piece of media produced in this century? You fucking crypt keeper.”

“Sometimes I have to review Jenevelle’s assigned reading choices for appropriateness.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He could tell she was nodding the way she did when he missed her point. “‘And so I Anal Douche While Kesha’s ‘Praying’ Plays From My iPhone on Repeat,’ I remember. She scandalized half the football team with that one.”

“The American Football team could stand to get scandalized more,” Astarion replied. “How are your little brats doing?”

As if on cue, there was another toddler squeal in the background. “Ruby took her first steps last fall, and Clem’s learning how to crawl exceptionally early, but I suspect you don’t actually care.”

He didn’t dignify that with a response. “Why would the DSS reject Xenia’s deferment?”

“So that’s the thing: They wouldn’t. The DSS covers ADA accommodations for students with documented disabilities; a sudden injury would not be under their purview,” Lydia explained, putting on her lecture voice. “The decision to defer a student’s financial aid awards would go to the university’s finance board—I think? It may go to the board of directors.”

“That’s not what Raphael told me.” Astarion pressed his tongue against his canine until it started to sting.

“I know you're not going to like to hear this, but Raphael may genuinely not know,” and she was quite right; Astraion was going to be pissed if he found out he'd been bluffed into his current predicament. “Disability services is an incredibly complex field- both necessarily and unnecessarily so. It’s still pretty unusual for a student’s medical deferment to get rejected… Can I ask what your interest in this is?”

“I’ve found a channel to contest the decision, but I want to make sure it’s at least a somewhat viable option before I drag Xenia into more bureaucracy.”

“hmm… I knew you two would get along.” Lydia replied, quite satisfied with herself. “You have a very similar energy.”

Astarion sighed. He knew someone had referred Xenia to his sophomore survey class last semester; he'd just never figured out who. “I suppose we both have that ‘father used to beat me’ twinkle in our eyes.”

“Don’t put those words in my mouth!” Lydia exclaimed. “I meant you both have a similar…” She groped for the right words, “…surviverly quality about yourselves.”

“Will to survive?” Astarion corrected her.

“Whatever!” She snapped.

“Do you know why Xenia might have been rejected?”

“Speculatively?” Lydia asked.

“No, I’m asking you to read someone’s mind.” Astarion quipped.

“I answered your call in front of my husband for this, you know?”

Astarion sighed again. “If he’s not comfortable with you talking to your exes, he probably should not have married someone who fucked their coworker.”

“Do you want my help, or did you call me just to snipe?”

“Fine… please speculate. Why would someone’s medical deferment be rejected?”

“Well, if I had to guess… Xenia was sort of a high-profile get for the university. And given her history, I think it’s pretty safe to say that incident-” she paused as if she wasn’t sure she was allowed to say the next part. “-I think that incident last fall was probably a suicide attempt.”

There was a beat of grim silence. When the news came down, everyone had made that assumption, but no one was brave enough to put words to the thought.

Astarion hummed in acknowledgment. “So, you think the school rejected her medical deferment over bad publicity?”

“I think it would turn into a massive media circus if that got out, yes,” Lydia replied. “They may be trying to push her into dropping out.”

“Do you think it’s worth it to challenge?” Astarion asked.

“I don’t know,” Lydia sighed. “At the very least, it would probably be good to have as a precedent if she ends up having to sue the school… You could always just ask her what she wants to do. Poor kid might be too tired for all of this.”

“Fair.” Astarion pondered her words for a moment.

“Can I help you with anything else?” She asked.

“That’s all for now,” Astarion replied. “…Thank you, by the way. You don’t have to stick your neck out for me anymore, you know?”

“I know,” Lydia replied. “I did this because I wanted to. You’re still my friend -despite everything, I care about you.”

She hung up. Astarion’s phone screen went black. The house was silent again.

***

Gale got stuck in horrible traffic on his first day and ended up arriving 30 minutes late for his morning office hours. He skipped past dropping his lunch off in the breakroom fridge and rushed straight to the office, absolutely mortified that he was so late for his first proper day of class. He was so frazzled he had to double back to grab his coffee from the car.

It wasn’t like there would be anyone there waiting on him- a grand total of one student who knew who he was-, but it certainly made a bad impression to show up late on the first day of class.

Astarion was both bemused and incredibly entertained as he watched Gale flit around their office like a very flustered tornado, trying to cram one hour of planning into the thirty minutes he had remaining.

“You’re going to be fine.” Astarion had assured him. “It’s syllabus week, no one’s expecting Judith Buttler.”

Gale still left for his class 10 minutes early -just in case his classroom had teleported to a different dimension since he last visited it. It hadn’t. It turned out the room was exactly where he’d left it at the end of a strange little corridor in the library, and in fact, there were already two students waiting for him.

Xenia sat near the back of the classroom, wearing the facial expression of a kitten that was being petted too hard, as a pinch-faced, red-headed young woman combed her fingers through the knots in her hair.

“I can’t believe you’re not embarrassed to go out in public looking like this.” The pinch-faced woman scolded.

“It’s ha-ard to brush my hair with my non-dominant hand…” Xenia’s eyes bulged out of her head as the woman pulled her fingers through a particularly difficult knot.

“Chk. I’ll put it in a braid then, so you aren’t struggling to brush it.” She started dividing Xenia’s dark hair into sections no more gently than she’d detangled it.

“Hello Xenia, It’s good to see you again. How are you doing?” Gale asked as he set his satchel down behind the podium.

“Oh, I’ve been worse… I’ve also been better- Lae’zel, that hurts!” She squealed as the pinched-faced woman, Lae’zel apparently, tugged the braid tight.

“Then sit still so it will end faster.” Lae’zel scolded her. “I have younger siblings that squirm less than you, and they’re still in diapers.”

“I guess you’ll have to work on instilling more terror in my heart then,” Xenia replied. She gripped the edges of her desk with white knuckles as Lae’zel wrenched her head back.

Lae’zel hummed as if that was a legitimate suggestion. “Yes, I think we would have a much stronger working relationship if you feared me just a little more…”

Lae’zel finally let go of Xenia, who let out a breath like she’d narrowly avoided being hit by a bus as she pulled a few face-framing pieces from the clutches of her new French braid. Lae'zel turned her sights on Gale- though he desperately hoped it wasn't because she was planning on braiding his hair, too. “You must be the new English adjunct.”

“Yes, I’m Dr. Dekarios!” Gale replied. “You must be Lae’zel? The athletic director speaks very highly of you.”

“As he should.” Lae’zel nodded like he’d just given her the correct answer in an oral exam. “You should know that I designed to take this course this semester because I thought it would be taught by Dr. Ancunín rather than Dr. Shadowheart. I will be quite displeased with you if your teaching methods are as frivolous and unstructured as Shadowheart’s.”

Xenia’s eyes went wide, and her mouth formed a silent ‘Oh’ sound as she looked back and forth between Gale and Lae’zel.

“I can’t say that I’ve ever had the pleasure of watching Dr. Shadowheart teach, so I don't know how our teaching methods compare, but I will not deign to be frivolous or unstructured.” Gale laughed nervously.

“I think she is perfectly competent as a professor of literature, but she does quite poorly with the more structured elements of the genera. Dr. Ancunín does not fare much better, but he is preferable to Shadowheart.” Lae’zel explained as if Gale had genuinely asked her option. “You should know that thus far, you have not made a positive impression on me… you were quite late posting the syllabus.”

“My apologies, Lae’zel,” Gale replied, hand on heart. “I got let into my faculty account one week before the semester began.”

“Hm, yes.” Lae’zel considered his response. “This school does have abysmal technical support, so I shall let it slide this time.”

By that time, a few more students had filed in, and it was about time for class to start- or Gale was desperate not to hear any more unsolicited criticism of his colleagues. Astarion was right. The class went perfectly fine. He explained the structure of the course, and had everyone introduce themselves and state their major (he found out Xenia was there because she was a phycology major), before he explained the purpose of taking an upper level grammar and style.

“The purpose of learning advanced grammar is not to improve your everyday language… If the person you are talking to understands what you are saying, then there is nothing wrong with your grammar… Language should evolve to fit the speaker, the speaker should not evolve to fit the language… However, if you are going into a field like law or communication where you’ll be expected to use very precise language…”

It went by in a flash, and Gale could hardly remember if he got everything that he needed to into the lecture by the time class ended, but if anyone was unclear about anything, they didn’t let him know at the moment. He barely registers Xenia darting out of the room before he finishes saying, “Have a nice rest of your day.” A few people lingered to give him the heads up about things in their personal lives that might interfere with class, and one student wanted to know if he’d receive their letter of accommodation, but before long, there was a small congregation of people forming at the door waiting for Gale to leave so the next class can take over the space.

He walked back to his office with a spring in his step. He didn’t even mind that much when it started to pour rain, and he realized he had forgotten his umbrella in the car.

***

It wasn’t much dryer in the humanities building. Gale dodged around liner-less trash bins set up under bulging ceiling tiles dotting the hallway. In the break room, Karlach was holding a bookcase steady so Shadowheart could climb on top of it.

Gale paused and walked back to the breakroom to make sure he saw that right.

He did.

“Do you… need help with something?” he asked sheepishly.

“Nope, I think we’ve got it!” Karlach replied, ducking out of the way of one of Shadowheart’s heels. “Water pools in AC vents when it rains, so we have to bang on them a couple of times to make sure it doesn’t collapse.”

“O-oh?” Gale looked up and realized one of the panels of the overhead duct was swelling dangerously. “Shouldn’t we put in a work order?”

“Be my guest,” Shadowheart said. She precariously balanced on her knees, and Gale held his breath as the bookshelf wobbled underneath her. “But maintenance won’t get to it before the break room floods.”

She reached up and banged on the ductwork above her head, and the vent in the middle of the room started dribbling yellowish-brown water. Suddenly, there was a strange gurgling noise, then a thunk! as the panel popped back into proper shape.

“Great work, Jen!” Karlach whooped, holding out a hand to help Shadowheart jump down. They high-fived, and Shadowheart went about smoothing out her clothes, grumbling under her breath when she realized there was a massive run in her tights.

“This kind of thing happen often?” Gale asked.

“Only when it rains!” Karlach chirped. She checked her watch and immediately started towards the door. “Well, I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got to get to my day job.” She gave Gale a friendly pat on the shoulder as she passed him. “If the vents start to flood again, it’s your and fancy pants’ turn to fix it!”

“I don’t know if that bookshelf will support either of our weights…” Gale balked.

“Not with that attitude, soldier!” Karlach called as the stairwell door swung closed behind her.

“You can poke it with a handle broom until it corrects; it just takes longer,” Shadowheart assured him. “I’ve got to go switch tights before I get to my next class. I don’t know if you’ve had the displeasure of meeting her yet, but God forbid Lae’zel catches me with a run in my pantyhose.”

“Oh, so she does talk like that to your face then?” Gale replied. “I didn’t know if I should-”

“Talks like what- never mind, don’t tell me!” Shadowheart huffed. “I swear, after everything I’ve done for that girl- I’ll talk to you later!” She turned on her heels and followed Karlach up the stairs.

Gale sighed in relief, ready to hold up in his office for a little while. He reached into the front pocket of his satchel for his keys only to find it empty. Cursing under his breath, he thumbed through the things in the main pocket, hoping he’d accidentally mixed them in with everything else- nothing. Finally, he pulled out his phone only to find a series of texts from Astarion.

A: You left your keys.

Then, a little while later.

A: I’m going to be out of office when you get back. A: Ask Mizora on the second floor for the spare key, good luck.

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cviperfan · 1 year

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Bayo 3 Thoughts

-Not crazy about the Homunculi as enemies, or at least not about the human sized ones, mostly bc i feel like their windups are a lot harder to read, and don't have as clear gives as Angels/Demons did before. But then some of the returning Angels have shorter windups/reads than before, so this is probably more representative of a general tuning of combat feel

-Trade-off from the "two weapons per set" to "one per set" is that while there's fewer combinations to play with, they are definitely more focused and interesting. G-Pillar is such a smart second weapon to introduce bc it feels so immediately distinctive from CMW, whereas getting the Shotgun after SF in B1 really only offers minor differences all things considered. Also, I can only speak for myself but in B1/2 it's extremely easy to decide on a couple sets, if that, to stick with for all your possible permutations (probably involving a sword(s) and whichever thing makes you skate around fast)

-Also was so used to Y (gun) just being the auto-fire attack with your quad pistol no matter what that when it did the anti-tank shot for G-Pillar I immediately went :OOOOOOO

-While I get completely the revamp of how acquiring weapons works here (acquired through story progress so you get all of them, instead of being found piecemeal throughout the world/through meeting specific requirements)-- and it makes sense, you want to make sure every player sees the entire toolkit and I can get being frustrated that some cool stuff like Pillow Talk/Sai-Fung in B1 requires pretty big asks, at the same time it makes it feel less special if you're just getting them like this? Like i really do get it but still the routine of finding all the pieces of an LP and bringing them to Rodin to do his thing built up this sense of anticipation and encouraged exploration and really gave him a lot of personality too so it's just like... it's fine i guess

-Speaking of which, I both kind of appreciate the more openly "wide-linear" approach to level design while also feeling like the meh rewards for doing so kind of undercut it. Like the RoT chests in B2 at least gave you vital upgrades like Witch Hearts/Pearls, so there was an incentive to take up the minigame or hunt down the really well hidden ones in B1. Most of these chests are just like... materials???? and a lollipop? K

So it turns out some of them *do* in fact have useful upgrades in them but I still feel this point kind of stands? Because it's still more likely you can go through the trouble of some of these and then it's just materials and that's still annoying

-That being said these levels do feel HUGE even right off the bat. there's at LEAST 2-3 Secret Missions per level, and it's hard to deny that the effort Platinum have made to ensure stuff is findable is hard to come back from. Not having to do some obscure bananapants placement/timing shit to hit them is honestly a fucking godsend, the way Verse breakdowns post-fight are laid out makes it IMMEDIATELY CLEAR if you missed one so it's easier to double back, along with up-front indicators about Umbran Tears. I swear to god I 100%ed Level 1 on my FIRST GO, a thing I never thought possible with the dense and easily-missable nature of Bayonetta levels, even if it took me just shy of an hour to do so.

-The mimic chests got me like :OOOOOO

-Honestly maybe the absolute best payoff of the new approach to level design is the Phenomenal Rifts, which open up after finding all of the Umbran Tears on a level, which are basically secret missions with guaranteed Really Good Rewards, like Accessories or even completely separate demons/weapons.

-Not crazy about how instead of just unlocking the base pieces of your whole moveset from Rodin (stuff like the Heel Slide/Tetsuzanko in particular) now you just buy them all piecemeal per weapon. They aren't super expensive but having it this way (while again making the whole suite of moves clearer to novices) really cuts into the ease of combat flow between weapons. Like it feels like a retroactive justification for the upgrade trees which kind of subtly shifts the focus from gameplay mastery to XP grinding which hmm not crazy about

-It's extremely interesting how much this borrows mechanically from Astral Chain, and feels like a glimpse into how Scalebound might have played out too. It's really clear they wanted to carry over a lot of those ideas, even if only in a more restrained and limited approach.

-Was not expecting to actually play as the Alternate Universe Bayos (BAyUs?) so that's a fun little treat. Tokyo!Bayo reminds me of that time Platinum was like PLEASE LET US MAKE A SPIDER-GWEN GAME and it's clear they're still hoping for it somehow. It's the fact that the Ignus Yo-yo's Gun attack is STRAIGHT UP THE FUCKING WEB-SHOOTER for me

-Not a fan of how slow some of the Ride monsters like Gommorah are, tho being in a chase that's like "avoid all these tiny objects or take damage" and the dodge command takes 4 entire years to complete does not help. The Not-Gojira fight while extremely fucking cool suffers from a similar problem of slow-ass responses to tight counter windows as well

-THE FUCKIN LUPIN HOMAGES FOR JEANNES FUCKIN STEALTH SHIT

-The Jeanne stuff is... short, but interesting? Definitely more mini-game than full-on concept

-Being a huge nerd? Having a sword? Punk haircut? Cool jacket? Semi-comedy relief character? Customizable shirts? The way we all called Viola a DMC character when the reality is she's absolutely a No More Heroes character

- OK so after playing as her for a while now I've concluded that while Viola The Character is a fun addition to the series Viola the Player Character is... kind of not? And a big part of that is that her main defensive option, Parrying (instead of Bayo dodging to get Witch Time, Viola can only do it if she parries with Jeanne-style timing) feels-- especially in the context of Platinum's oeuvre-- really fucking bad???? Like maybe it's the fact that reading the move in the context of Bayonetta's classic gameplay/enemy types is extremely difficult or the compounding difference of enemy attack timing or the fact that you cannot move AT ALL to do it correctly or you activate your double-tap rush move (and related, the fact that it's ALSO ON THE BUTTON FOR THE DOUBLE TAP RUSH MOVE, A MOVE THAT IS NOT SAFE AGAINST ATTACKS) or it's a combination of all the above but it's extremely frustrating to have three whole games built around Bayo's dodge timing and generous window and then to play Viola and have all that working against you... feels bad man

-That being said the kind of tandem character combat (again, carrying over from Astral Chain a bit) she has with Cheshire is extremely good and it feels like she's actually a better damage dealer bare-fisted than with the sword???

-While some of them are pretty cool on the whole I'm kinda not crazy about all the Big Area Bosses being gimmick Giant fights? Like I think Bayonetta as a series generally does a great job making Giant Boss fights feel readable and fun (a little less so in 2, but 1 is absolutely a How-To on making that work) when you're a human-sized character so largely setting that aside for the final game in the trilogy is... kinda weird ngl

-I do think it's funny as fuck we all saw the trailer where Bayo pulls her heart out to apparently summon a Giant Gommorah and everyone was like "oh shit this must be for the final battle... like a desperate last resort move at the end of her rope" and then in the game itself she's just poppin that sucker out every 3 chapters like it's no big thing lol

-One complaint I had about the first two games is that with a few exceptions the weapons aren't really unique or have distinctive characteristics (a more common quirk of the DMC games), which 3 has absolutely amended to its credit. While there are definitely light/fast and heavy/slow weapons, there's a lot more uniqueness and interesting quirks to each of them (Dead End Express is a very light homage to the Motorbike weapon from DMC5, and requires specific timing on the charge attacks to do the most damage but will burn out if you hold it too long; the Mic can do Attack/Defense buffs; there's a FUCKING TWIN DOOR SHIELD THATS DEFINITELY NOT A SOULS REFERENCE), so they really do all feel very different and fun to play with. Like this is absolutely an aspect of the game where designers got to let their imaginations run wild and it mostly pays off

-The entire (and i mean ENTIRE) final battle is honestly fucking hilarious bc it repeats this cycle of

Singularity: HA HA YOU CANT BEAT ME IM REALITY Bayo: gets the upper hand with some crazy trick Singularity: NOOO???? HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE????????? I CANT LOOSEEEEEE Singularity: counters it anyway Bayo: noooo im losing (return to step one)

LIKE THREE OR FOUR TIMES and it honestly kinda kills the momentum after the third one

Okay so. I finished the game and hooooooo boy am I emotionally am kind of all over the place.

So I think I, like a lot of other people, saw That One Polygon Review for Bayonetta 3 (pointedly entitled "Bayonetta 3 Broke My Heart") and kind of took the conclusion, based on how the article dances around spoilers, that the reviewer was let down by the endgame pairing and was maybe letting that dictate their response to the game? However turns out there are much bigger problems here and I can honestly see now why they made their feelings so bluntly clear.

I think giving it such a downer ending, when that's never been what Bayonetta has pursued or been about, is such a bizarre turn that for a hot minute during the first part of the credits I was just like "no way this is the actual ending. They're totally gonna pull a Bayo 1 and just when things seem most dire they're gonna fake-out the end credits and give us a better finale" and then. they just keep going. And then we get a random last fight with Viola with zero context? And then the credits continue over the traditional pole dance bit and quick verses and??? that's really it the end of the game????

And I think trying to position Viola as The New Bayo (no literally) is such a weird choice when... again I like the character, but her gameplay is so totally different that if they're serious and she is gonna be The New Generation carrying the series forward there's no way that shit's not getting revamped.

And some of it feels really pointed (oh, the gays like Jeanne? Even though she is specifically my, Hideki Kamiya,'s waifu? Here's her getting a stupid and cheap ass death that Bayonetta only gets the Arthur Clenched Fist Meme response to) but half-joking it feels like Kamiya discovered a new set of fetishes (semi-goth punk rock girls with short hair) and looked at Tall-Milf-Domme-With-Glasses Bayo and was just like "I don't wanna play with you anymore" and tossed her completely in the garbage, literally erasing every possible version of the character to utterly stamp her out

On the subject of shipping, while I've always been in the Bayojeanne corner I never really expected the series to commit to it, or at least not in an upfront way. Like honestly the most I expected was the comfort of ambivalence and ambiguity? And I think B2 had so little to do with Luka and them barely interacting that I think a lot of people felt comfortable that Kamiya and co had apparently 180'd on the BayoLuka thing (especially since he has literally acknowledged them as a couple, like, romantically, in the context of several of his other explicitly romantic pairs) that I think B3 pivoting so hard on a "no BayoLuka was not only always it but THEY ARE LITERALLY FATED TO ALWAYS END UP TOGETHER GO FUCK YOURSELF" feels kind of spiteful (and is Kamiya a spiteful, petty person? Yes. Would he? Also yes.) And my thing is, in B1 I'm honestly kinda like they're fine? Like the impression i got was for sure that they fucked btwn game 1 and 2 and then 2 makes it seem like they just moved on and never really hooked up again. And to be sure if you look at Kamiya's body of work he absolutely loves this dynamic in an M/F couple so it's like... I can see this having been the endgame for him but at the same time it's extremely poorly done.

Sidenote I think it's fucking hilarious that the game tries to play a few bits as recurring tics of their perpetual romantic entanglement which... are completely not (Luka's "Fate brought us together, and it will never tear us apart" is NOT EVEN A LINE HE SAYS TO HER, AT ANY POINT THROUGH THE GAMES IT'S A THROWAWAY PICKUP LINE HE GIVES TO SOME RANDOM NPC IN GAME 1 AND THATS IT???? or Bayo's "only the Luka I know would be bold enough to call me 'Cerezita'" which is ALSO something he has never said to her, except technically to Baby Her in B1 again). Like I am actually pretty open to het pairings provided that they have good chemistry and the thing in question is not Forcing its Hand about how Meant To Be they are and the B3 writing really hits every branch of that tree on the way down

And the thing about B3 going "No Actually Luka is the most Important and Super Special Awesome guy in the multiverse" is it's so disrespectful to the Bayonetta character??? After two other games of her killing God and in this one of her summoning every possible version of herself to fight a man-made god which isn't enough? And it's not even tied to any of the established lore it's some random new Third Thing too???

And the thing for me about all the great scores and recommendations in reviews for B3 that don't even touch on how bad this ending is is that most of them are like "lol no one cares about Bayonetta's story" and people are like "Platinum are bad writers and can't tell a story" and I'm just like. Compared to what, exactly. Platinum's track record isn't consistent to be sure but there are way more games than not that actually cannot tell a satisfying or interesting narrative, and while Platinum has never been one for subtlety or gravitas most of their big games have themes and ideas they're conveying mostly successfully, and for all its bombast and background lore the Bayonetta games up to now have told a pretty solid and entertaining story with a consistent internal mythology. Like B1 and 2 actually form a pretty tight duology that answers pretty much all of its own big questions and closes its time loop and like sure, you don't *have* to care about the narrative, you *can* just engage with them mechanically and still have a good time, but I think acting like there's nothing there, no thoughts head empty is pretty shortsighted. Like you're never gonna see a Vaatividya take but there are ABSOLUTELY people making Bayonetta lore vids just like there are people making sick combo vids.

And the thing that stands out to me the most about Bayonetta 3's writing is it really feels like the team at Platinum took that "no one cares about the story" dismissal and decided "yea fuck it I guess so"

Like despite this being the end of a trilogy and supposedly a wrapping up of the story to this point, it has almost no connection to everything that came before it (supposedly after all the debate about whether this was an AU Bayo or not the Bayo of this game supposedly is? And then through some multiverse shenanigans it seems to imply that the Bayo we played as in 1 and 2 are ALSO not the same character and are variants themselves which????? fucking weird and stupid if so????) aside from some cameo Angel/Demon fights. They try to recreate the time displacement character reveal thing from the other games with Viola but it really doesn't work bc 1) it's extremely obvious VERY early on what her connection to Bayo/Luka is but 2) she makes effort to very carefully tiptoe around saying it for most of the game for no reason when being upfront about it would make for better character moments??? Like this isn't a fucking Back to the Future scenario it's not going to fuck up the timeline if they know (Like it works in B1 bc Baby!Cereza is a literal fucking toddler and then it works for Balder in B2 bc it's clear Bayo understands that connection so it feels impactful when it turns out Balder understood without her saying anything). WE LITERALLY NEVER LEARN ANYTHING ABOUT THE VILLAIN, WHAT HIS GOAL IS OR WHY. There's no monologue, no connection he has to the lore of the series, what the Homunculi exactly are or why they exist. Faeries are a thing now I guess! Where are they from? what's their purpose? how do they fit into the Angel/Demon dichotomy? WHO FUCKING KNOWS BUT NOW LUKA IS A WEREWOLF TYPE DUDE I GUESS AND HE ALWAYS WAS SHUT UP. I've seen some reviewers call this a Celebration of Bayonetta as both a character and a series but aside from some pointed references and the Multiverse shenanigans it feels a lot more like, again, the trappings of the series up to now getting thrown in the dumpster.

And speaking of it feels like while they're cool in parts the series honestly does not gain a lot from dipping its toe into the New Hotness of Multiverse Stuff (aside from Egyptian!Bayojeanne, who at least have both the Devoted Princess/Knight dynamic and have big Oh They *Fuckin* energy). Like at least it's mostly there for Mari Shimazaki to fuckin flex (as one of the pillars of the foundation of what makes Bayonetta Bayonetta, her design work remains absolutely on point no matter what), but they're pretty perfunctory and while the advertising makes a big point of our Bayo teaming up with these BAyUs she really only meets them for like a minute and then they die but she gets their weapons/demons so hey lol works out for her

Honestly at the end of the day Bayonetta 3 just left me... extremely mixed on my feelings. I'd played DMC and Ninja Gaiden before, but Bayonetta 1 really awakened my love for character action games, and from all accounts with the dark direction Platinum is taking towards the Live Service hellscape, I had the sinking feeling that Bayonetta 3 was going to be the last true Platinum game; a reasonably sized title that keeps you coming back not with the promise of Endless Content(tm) but a densely packed title with compelling gameplay and loads of reasons to revisit it. And while gameplay-wise it definitely feels that way, its story feels like a disappointing cap-off to a great series and a company I loved as well. I guess we'll see if this vague promise of a B4yonetta comes to fruition.

#bayonetta 3 #bayonetta 3 spoilers #kinda all over the place bc i was writing some of these while playing #this one kinda hurts man

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cerberus253 · 1 year

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Alright Hugging Gostoc Time Let’s Go

What I find funny to me is that I was neutral about him at first, but I knew, I just knew, that he would eventually grow on me. And so he did, like I expected, and now I daydream about hugging that Rat Man, which was unexpected.

So anyway, this is set up after meeting him, finding out he stalks you for your Runes but you’re like “eh, he probably needs them more than me, and I can just get more,“ you rejoice with him about defeating Godrick and also kick the shit out of him with Gostoc, then you eventually leave for however long it takes to finally complete Nepheli’s Questline because you go back to see how his “free-man“ business is going and you kind of miss him because you’re weird (don’t worry, I’m also calling myself weird here and I’m proud)

Returning to the scene of the crime, where Godrick was finally taken down with the help of Nepheli, your favorite Rat Man is no longer kicking and stomping his former-king’s stumpy corpse.

“Well, I hope he’s okay, wherever he is. Hopefully not getting into too much trouble, since he sounded a little...questionable when he said he’s finally free,” you think, as you gloss over the surroundings and eventually decide to head into the throne room. Might as well look and see if anything different has happened.

Upon entering the room, you are surprised to see Nepheli Loux, and Kenneth Height, no less. Long time no see! Anyway, you catch up with them, being informed that Nepheli has taken the throne here and Kenneth supporting her. But by any chance...

Feeling embarrassed, you ask, “Hey, uh, have either of you seen--,“ but you are cut off by seeing a familiar head poke out from the tall back of the throne. “Gostoc!” Of course you meant to smile, because this is who you were looking for, but you didn’t mean to smile with such enthusiasm. Your eyes grew wide with surprise, and your mouth curved and open in such joy, making your face radiant with happiness. Look, you didn’t know you would be this happy to see him, alright? And neither did any of the three before you, especially Gostoc himself, flinching at your apparent... delight? At seeing him??

Before your consciousness could stop you, leaping from your position and towards him, you completely ignore the “personal space“ guideline, and gave him a big, warm, passionate hug. he smelled really bad, but you were too elated to care.

“Ooooooo I’m so happy to see youuu,“ you exclaim, squeezing him more, “and I’m so glad you’re alright! I was really worried about you!“ Lightly shaking him side to side, you are unaware of the looks coming your way, especially from Gostoc. He was immensely startled,

“’Ey, what are you--?!“ Gostoc sounds confused and a bit annoyed, but continues to just stand there, since technically he wasn’t being harmed, but still, this is very weird to him. Looking at Nepheli for a response to this sudden event, she states you are simply hugging him. Kenneth makes an bewildered huff as to say, What?! Really? You’re hugging him?? Nepheli quickly shoots him a glance to not be so judgemental.

“Oh, I, er... never ‘ad one of those before.“ Reluctantly, he awkwardly pats you on the back with his hand, but even after that you still hold onto him tightly.

“You can stop that now, ya know.“ You don’t. You breath in and out slowly and heavily, cherishing the moment you apparently wanted for the longest time. Really burying your face into him, you noticed he didn’t have that neck shackle around him anymore. That’s good, not only does that symbolize his self-imposed freedom, but it was easier to hug him. Hearing and feeling his heart beat rapidly was making you grin even more. Was he getting a little warmer or is that just you?

Anyway, you look up at him and catch the look of fluster about him, asking how his “free man“ business is going.

“Er, it wasn’t worth squat. Besides, I like it ‘round ‘ere. I’m Lady Nepheli’s official attendant now.“ He’s kind of relaxing now.

Sighing with either relief or pleasure, or both, “That’s good to hear. Nepheli’s a good person, so you’ll be alright.“ You stare up at him with those doe eyes you can muster, still warmly smiling. It’s hard to tell, but you could swear you saw Gostoc flushing red in his grey cheeks, but he turns to break your loving gaze out of nervousness.

“A-Alright, I think that’s enough that, you.“ Gostoc half-hardheartedly tries to push you away, and you somewhat give in playfulness, but quickly whine about how you want to keep holding him.

“Quite rude to deny a lady’s passionate embrace now, isn’t it?“ Nepheli teases him, to which he disquietly groans. Immediately going back to hug him, you make a satisfying and adoring little “mm~“ at the continued experience.

“’Ere, if I show you something that may be of your interest, will you stop hugging me?“

“Hmm, no.“

“For the love of--“ This bartering argument continues for a bit, but Nepheli comes in.

“Alright, I think that’s enough for the poor man. Off.“ She signals for you to let go of him, to which you begrudgingly did, sadly.

After some shopping and buying that sweet sweet Dragon Smithing Stone for a cheaper price by threatening to hug him again, you were finally off to continue your adventure. Waving and saying, “Bye Gostoc! Bye Nepheli! Bye Kenneth! Bye Gostoc!“ You said ‘bye‘ to him twice because you like him.

You didn’t hear nor see this, but Nepheli glances over to Gostoc and asks, “Gostoc, did you enjoy that hug? Do not lie to me.“ Embarrassed to respond, he quietly said maybe.

“Maybe. A little. I-It was rather nice.“

“And ff she wants, let her hug you again.“ Gostoc groans at this seemingly “command“ she gives him, but deep down he really wanted to feel that warm embrace again and see the absolute elation from someone to see him. Nobody was ever that happy to see him, but you were, and that made his heart flutter a bit. Great, now he’ll have to hide his eagerness to get hugs from you again, it’s going to be humiliating.

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And then throughout the time apart he thinks about the warmth of your body and the beating of your heart against his frail form, how wonderful it would be to always be that close to you, feeling you, and blah blah blah he probably gets horny because he’s never been touched affectionately before :V

I’m really tired

#elden ring #gatekeeper gostoc #gostoc #gostoc x reader #hugging #i wanna hug this rat man so badly #and give him the love he never knew existed #especially for someone like him

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princessmuk · 2 years

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911 Liveblog (Spoilers Ahead!!!)

What is this documentary opening lmao

EW STALKER

REVERSE TREE FALL?????

Yesss chainsaw Hen!!!

His little “timber” was so cute

YOU WERE JEALOUS OF A STRANGERS BROTHER. OH MY GOD

The way they looked at each other lmao

Buck and Eddie are so funny oh my god

Buck I love you but you already have what you’re looking for

CHRISSSSSS

Uh ohhhh is he in trouble???

Uh ohhhhhhh

HER WIFE CALLED HIM

Okay but you could at least try????

Omg Hen and Buck doing the exact opposite thing lmao. True sibling behavior

I love that we predicted this

Who is this woman she looks so familiar

HIS FACE—

My sister wants everyone to know the real issue here is “that baby is gonna be so white”

Awwww his big first lie

He wants independenceeee

BUCK WTF

WHY DID HE LOOK LIKE THAT

Everyone’s telling lies lmao

He’s ALIVE?????

So man’s first instinct is to drive away

THE MUSIC

Bucklkkkk

Chim is iconic

The way Eddie yelled after him

Fat Bottomed Girlsssssss

Buck is zoomin

I also can’t believe that worked… I thought he was gonna get run over for sure

WAIT OKAY THE WIFE ITS THE MEAN GIRL FROM THE BRATZ MOVIE I FIGURED IT OUT

Athena is so gorgeous

I miss Harryyyyyyy bring the boy back

He’s all aloneeee

EDDIE CALLING HIS DAD?????

Like father like sonnnn

Oop—

Also he is tough Eddie he survived a fucking tsunami

Eddie’s dad out here spilling the tea

Okay but Connor kinda fine tho

It feels so weird to see Buck’s kitchen without Eddie in it

Awwwwww

Dude no offense that was very cute but that is not in your genes lmao

What a man. Like he’s so apologetic about even asking

I’m scared

It’s time????

IM SCARED

HUH

Is it her dad or smth???

KNEW IT

Bro this child is a great actor

Oh thank god

Poor Maddie :(

Lol me too. I hate folding fitted sheets

Hen needs to go go go

His heart is too big 🥺

“Donor, not dad.” HE SAYS SO SADLY

That’s why you have Hen to bring it up for you

I like this new dispatch guy

Call animal control???? Or a vet????

She’s DRUNK SHE CANT HELP

I can’t believe she did that drunk

And it’s fine!

Okay but what was that face Hen?

CHRIS BREAKING THE RULES

He’s such a good dad 🥺🥺🥺

And Chris is such a teenager 😭

Awwww is Maddie going to visit them 🥺

SHES HELPING THEM STAY AWWW

Ohhhh is she gonna talk to her prof?

Advocate for yourself girllll

OOOOOOO A PRACTICAL EXAM

YES GIRLLLL

HE STRAIGHT UP JUST STOLE THEIR DOG

Awwwwww

Okay I didn’t think he was actually gonna do it

Where do we go from here????

ALSO LIKE HIS FAMILY HAS BAD GENESSSSS

#my post #911 fox #911 spoilers

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ghostlyplacetobe · 11 months

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Now, now, you two are mother and daughter! What’s the point of fighting? -Howdy

But dad. -Red

But honey pie- -Olivia

Ooooooo

You’re in trouble

#ask #carnival-of-carnage

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honey-milk-depresso · 3 years

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What if Riddle, Floyd, Azul had a y/n who would laugh at inappropriate times due to having an condition?

TWST S/o who laughs at inappropriate times

Azul Ashengrotto

It's so..

Weird for him-

Like during Jamil's overblot,

and he screamed something about Kalim,

you just laughed-

and it obviously ticked overblot Jamil the frick off-

and you guys were chased-

Like bruh-

JBDDBBDNDNBD

S/O-

And the worse part of all was when you snorted when he spitted ink in front of Divus-

S/OOOOOOO

WHYYYYYYYYYYYY-

He's sobbing-

You gotta give the man plenty of cuddles, hun-

He needs it-

If you're gonna laugh, like-

He's gonna cover your mouth before something bad happens-

Please just hug him to apologize, he's dying for cuddles <3

Floyd Leech

I don't know why but-

I think he laughs at wrong times, too.

But, usually he has a purpose.

Most likely to scare clients-

lmao-

You, on the other hand-

You laughed when Azul was literally flailing a tree ball at you- like-

Then he sees it-

Now you both are chuckling-

NO GUYS STOP-

But he has to admit though, it can be kinda annoying-

Like you snorted when he was RUNNING for his LIFE because of Jade trying to force feed him mushrooms-

"Koebi-chaaaaaaaan~"

He's whining and pouting-

Don't laugh at him like thissssss-

You're gonna have to do more than just cuddle him, pepper his face with kisses darling-

Then he'll be laughing and squishing your cheeks lovingly again <3

But pouty Floyd is cute UwU-

Riddle Rosehearts

Pissed off at first-

Because you giggled when he literally screamed in pure and genuine anger-

20% of the reason why he overblotted-

good job-

But then we have the whole Savanaclaw incident-

He had to frickin' "Off your head" with all the other students that got pissed-

S/O

DON'T MAKE HIM OVERBLOT A SECOND TIME DAMNIT-

Like Floyd,

quite pouty,

but not whiny-

He'll most likely nag at you to try push down your laughter.

So you won't get into trouble, and also unintentionally hurt someone else's feelings.

Just hug him and he'll forgive you with a blushing pink face <3

Just try it I dare you-

Obviously you will-

Who wouldn't-

#twst #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #riddle rosehearts #twst headcanon #twisted wonderland headcanon #twst x reader headcanon #twisted wonderland x reader headcanon #twst crack #twst x reader crack #get rekt-

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breadqueen95 · 2 years

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I have been unfair to our dear Tony, so I am back, once again, to rectify that. So what I want to know is what is it about the reader that Tony finds attractive? (They don’t have to be together and honestly we love some good ol’ pining!Tony) The reader can be whatever (a mutant, a spy/agent, a techie, a genius engineer, a civilian, bomb specialist, etc.), but I would love to know what you think Tony looks for in a significant other and what he finds attractive.

BTW thanks for putting up with all my questions! You’re the best! 💜💜💜

BESTIE AS YOU KNOW TONY STARK IS V GORGEOUS TO ME

Send any AoT or MCU headcanon requests here!

tony stark x fem!reader

ooooooo tony mf stark

where to begin with tony stark

so here's the thing, tony absolutely has more depth when it comes to relationships

he appreciates physical attractiveness don't get me wrong, but there are different things that reel him in

something he notices first about someone is their attitude. tony LOVES confidence

he needs someone who can keep up with him, put him in his place

tony pretends that he loves being in control 24/7, but get a woman who can put him in his place, that man is GONE

he's also insanely attracted to intelligence

i feel like that's a given, considering that he's a certified genius

kind of goes back to that attraction to someone who can keep up with him. doesn't even have to be science smarts or book smarts in general; if you show him you have an instinct for something, he is PAYING ATTENTION

those are all the things that drew him to you in the first place, made him look beyond his individual scope

it takes someone special to get him to do that, so he knows he's in trouble

he first meets you when you're working as a spy for SHIELD, very much like how Natasha and Clint started out

you collaborated with the avengers on a mission due to your talent with gathering intelligence; nat and clint can't necessarily contribute in that way anymore, because they're too well known

you're fiery. you're deadly. you're brilliant. and tony can't get enough of you

he flirts with you pretty much right away, because of course he does. even with people he's not interested in

but you shut that mf DOWN. you don't even give him a SECOND

you just raise one brow at him, eyes icing over. completely and utterly dismissive

tony is G O N E

i'm talking infatuated

he's respectful about it, more so than you'd ever deemed him capable of, but it's no secret that he's attracted to you

when you attend a party and get dressed up, or if he sees you after a workout in your ratty exercise clothes, his eyes linger. it's electrifying

you're attracted to him too, but you try to ignore it. his reputation precedes him

but the more you get to know him, the more you wonder if all the rumors about him are still true

then SHIELD gets disbanded, and suddenly you don't have a job

you get an offer with the CIA like sharon, but tony and steve actually reach out to you to work for the avengers directly

as the team has gotten more solidified, they've realized more and more how much they need people for intelligence and spy work

the entire team is excited to utilize your talents when you accept, but tony has more of a selfish motive

he just wants to get to know you. you're a hard person to get to know, just like him

even if you never reciprocate his attraction, he finds you fascinating. you're an equation he can't seem to unravel, and he never likes to leave things unsolved

when you move into the tower, you realize just how much of tony you haven't seen yet

you see this domestic side of him that he's never shown you, and vice versa

you have trouble sleeping at night, just like he does

you're rough around the edges, but you care deeply about others. tony does too

the two of you start to have meaningful and deep conversations in the wee hours of the morning when you wander down to his lab one night

you surprise him with how soft you actually are underneath everything, and he feels incredibly lucky that he's one of the few you allow to see it

and tony surprises you in almost every way. he's so different during those quiet hours together, almost the opposite to what he presents during the day

you ask him about it one night, why he doesn't let people see this side of him

"i don't know, i guess i don't trust people with it"

"oh"

"i trust you, though"

you were taken aback for a minute, hit with the importance of those words. especially from him

"i trust you too, tony"

with that, you got the warmest, most genuine smile you'd ever gotten from him

it was that night you started to feel something more for him, something you never expected

tony had always been attracted to you, sure. but now that he's had the chance to get to know you? all of you?

god, he can't hope to ever get enough

#tony stark x reader #tony stark headcanon #mcu headcanons #jenna writes #headcanon requests #tony stark my sass lord #my beloved #violet <3 #seriously i am down so bad for him it's not even funny

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beautiful-and-terrible · 3 years

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dazed ‘n’ confused (part 4)

A/N: just a quick chapter for you guys before i have to put this story on the back burner :( i have an annual essay coming up in school that i gotta focus on. anyway, hope you like the gangs drunk shennanigans

Ship: Rodrick Heffley / OFC

Warnings: underage drinking / drug use, inebriated driving (DONT DRIVE DRUNK KIDS THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY DONT BE STUPID :) )

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“If we get caught, my mom’ll kill me,” Rodrick groaned.

“Let’s bounce,” Nicole said, untangling herself from him and grabbing his hand as they ran further into the back yard, looking for an escape route.

“I’ll boost you,” Rodrick said, gesturing to the fence. Nicole nodded, not thinking of a better plan, and wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. She stepped into the make-shift step Rodrick made with his palms, and as she swung a leg over the fence, he pushed her the rest of the way. It wasn’t the most graceful execution, and she ended up landing on her ass with a grunt of pain.

Rodrick also clumsily made his way over the fence - both of them being drunk and high didn’t help their coordination much. “Sorry, are you good?” Rodrick said, clutching his shin, and Nicole waved him off.

“It’s fine, let's just get to the van.”

“Oh, fuck, the van!” Rodrick hissed, “The pigs are totally gonna know it’s mine.” With a big fucking stupid band name written on the side, Nicole reckoned he was right - it was pretty easy to identify, even without the plates.

“I can drive, don’t worry,” Nicole said, already starting toward the white van, creeping between other cars on the street.

“Nikky, you’re as trashed as I am, no way am I letting you drive.”

“Trust me, hot Rod,” Nicole said, slipping her hand into his front pocket and pulling out his keys before he could even blink. As they approached his van, Chris and Ben appeared in the shadows next to them, whispering excitedly as they spotted them.

“As soon as we saw the lights we bolted,” Ben snickered, but Chris looked concerned.

“Yo, I hope Caitlin doesn’t get arrested. There was a lotta booze in there,” he muttered, and Ben smacked his arm.

“You whipped, dude?”

Chris scoffed, “No, I would just feel bad for anyone in that sitch.”

“I agree,” Nicole said, feeling guilty that she couldn’t help Caitlin get out of trouble.

“C’mon, let’s fucking go,” Rodrick said, and all at once the four of them dashed to the van. Nicole jumped in the driver's seat, shoving the key in the ignition with some fumbling, and peeling out from their parking spot across the street from Caitlin’s house with enough force to make even Rodrick proud.

“We’ll make a NASCAR driver out of you yet, Nikky,” Rodrick laughed, whooping as he leaned his head out the window like a dog, the night air tangling through his hair. Ben scrambled up to the front seat from the back of the van, fiddling with the radio before he settled on a station playing “Where Is My Mind” by Pixies. Nicole turned up the volume to its top capacity, concentrating on the road lines in front of her. The adrenaline of avoiding the cops had sobered her up a little, but she was still feeling paranoid from the weed and drowsy from the beer. She drove as slowly as she dared so as not to seem suspicious.

“Thanks for being our getaway driver, Nicole,” Chris said, his words slurring a little more than she had noticed previously. She looked back and saw him chugging a beer in the back.

“Dude, don’t fucking drink while I’m driving! We’re already in deep shit as it is,” Nicole said, turning on to the main street of downtown Plainview. Just a few more turns and they’d be home.

“You’re deep in something, alright,” Ben cackled, and he and Chris high-fived.

“Yeah, six inches deep in your mom,” Nicole shot back, and Rodrick let out an “ooooooo”, pointing at Ben, “Gotcha, bitch.”

Eventually, by some miracle, they made it to Nicole’s street. She hit the curb as she pulled up in front of her and Rodrick’s house, causing all three boys to shriek in unison. Nicole dissolved into giggles, both in relief of finally being out of danger and in reaction to the boys high-pitched screams of indignation.

“She’s an antique, Nikky!” Rodrick said, jumping out of the van to stumble to the front and assess the damage.

“Oh, I’m fine, by the way,” Nicole snarked, and Rodrick suddenly looked at her intensely, giving her a slightly blurry-eyed up-and-down look.

“Fine as hell,” he muttered, loud enough for her to hear, and she blushed, biting her lip to keep from smiling too widely.

“Rodrick, can we crash at your place,” Ben asked, Chris making puppy dog eyes at him.

“Me too - I don’t wanna wake my parents up. Our front door is creaky as shit,” Nicole said.

Rodrick sighed loudly, as if he were being asked to do something terribly inconvenient.

“Yeah, fine. Y’all want mac and cheese?”

The four of them, all drunk and high as kites, looked at each other and nodded in perfect synchronicity.

As quietly as they could for four fucked up teenagers, they snuck their way into Rodricks kitchen. He pulled out a four pack of Kraft Mac and Cheese microwave cups from the pantry, filling them all with way too much water and sticking all four of them, at the same time, in the microwave.

“Dude, can I eat this beef jerky?” Chris asked, rummaging through the pantry.

“They’re my dads,” Rodrick said, as if that offered an explanation. “If you wanna explain to him why they’re gone, knock yourself out.”

Chris slowly put the bag back, looking put out.

Nicole stood next to Ben, both of them leaning on the kitchen counter. Nicole looked over at him, and he looked back, giving her a little smile. He wasn’t bad looking, but where as Rodrick was endearing because he tried to seem cool and really wasn’t, Ben had an effortless coolness about him.

“Thanks for coming with us tonight, Ben,” Nicole said. The alcohol must be making her feel emotional. After all, they had only just met today.

“Aww, Nikky, of course! I never pass up an opportunity for debauchery,” Ben said, giving her shoulder a squeeze. He pronounced debauchery like “de-booch-ery”, but Nicole was too drunk to catch the mistake. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rodrick glaring at Ben. Dumbass, he has no reason to be jealous, Nicole thought to herself, and gave him a little reassuring wave by wiggling her fingers in his direction.

“Yo, be careful on this mac, its fucking hot,” Rodrick said, pulling the cups out of the microwave. They still had water in them, and the cheese powder wasn’t fully mixed in, but in the moment it was the most delicious thing Nicole had ever tasted.

“Should we watch a movie?” Ben suggested, and Chris bounced on his toes excitedly.

“Killer Clowns from Space!! Pleeeaaaase! You’ve been promising me for weeks now that we’d watch it.”

Ben sighed, Rodrick rolled his eyes, but Nicole had no opinion on the subject, so she made the executive decision to say, “I’m down.”

Ben and Rodrick both groaned, and Chris gave her a fist bump from across the kitchen island.

“Nikky has taste, sorry guys,” Chris said, looking very smug as he slurped his luke-warm mac and cheese.

They all somehow stumbled up to Rodrick’s room - Nicole belatedly realized she had been dreaming about being in his room for weeks, and now that she was here took the time to really appreciate what was in front of her.

A person’s room can tell you everything you need to know about them. For one, Rodrick was messy, but no more messy than any other average teenage boy. Clothes on the floor and the back of his desk chair, thrown haphazardly over a bean-bag in the corner of the room. There were christmas lights strung from the ceiling, both white and rainbow, that gave the room a cozy vibe that Nicole would’ve never expected from Rodrick.

His walls were mostly covered in band posters, and above his desk there was a cork board littered with tickets of concerts he had been to. Nicole almost seethed with jealousy at the sheer amount and quality of concerts he had been to - Leftover Crack, Pleasure Venom, Less than Jake, and one of Nicole’s personal favorites, Mannequin Pussy.

“You like Mannequin Pussy?” Nicole said, whipping her head around to look at Rodrick.

“That's not the only kind of pussy he likes,” Ben hollered, causing Chris to smack him upside the head.

“There's a lady present, dumbass,” Chris said, and Ben raised his hands in surrender.

“I think you mean that’s the only kind of pussy he gets,” Nicole said, throwing a teasing wink toward Rodrick, who blushed bright red.

“Yeah, they’re good. Romantic is my favorite album,” Rodrick said, scratching the back of his neck self consciously. Ben and Chris started making kissing noises in his direction, and Rodrick threw a pillow at them.

As Chris and Ben fought over who would set up the projector, Nicole let her snooping instincts take over, looking at the other miscellaneous things Rodrick had around his room - empty liquor bottles filled with more lights, a surprising amount of books (mostly graphic novels), a lava lamp filled with miniature rubber ducks, and mushroom paraphernalia. Everywhere. His pillowcases, the tapestry above his bed, and the stickers on his water bottle all had holographic or brightly colored mushrooms on them. She was so absorbed in her investigation she didn’t even notice Rodrick next to her until he spoke.

“Committing it to memory? You might never be in here again,” Rodrick said with a small smirk. Nicole gave him a look out of the corner of her eye.

“I wouldn’t count on it, babe,” Nicole said boldly. She felt the warmth of Rodrick’s hand on her hip, and looked up at him. And his lips. She wanted to kiss him again so badly it was like a drug, her body telling her to get her next fix as quickly and as often as possible. Being in his space, the place he let himself be his most authentic self, was very intimate, even with Chris and Ben still arguing in the corner.

Rodrick looked away shyly, squeezing her hip once before turning back to the boys. Chris had evidently lost the rock-paper-scissors match to set up the movie on the projector, and was adjusting the screen on the far wall of Rodrick’s room, trying to find a website to pirate the movie from.

“If we’re gonna watch this shit let’s do it,” he said, settling himself in the beat up reclining chair he had, arms above his head. He should be illegal, Nicole thought to herself, making herself comfortable on the bed.

Which ended up being a mistake, because 20 minutes into the movie, Nicole was asleep. She felt a blanket being gently placed over her before she was dead to the world.

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x original female character #rodrick heffley fanfic #rodrick #diary of a wimpy kid #greg heffley #emo #rock #band #emoband #ratpack #summer #summer romance #fanfiction #rodrick heffley fanfiction

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pink-chevalier · 3 years

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Talon walked past the two women, and Wesley already knew what her husband was planning on doing. She wanted to stop him but didn't find the energy and choice to focus on Connie since she wants more information about this ghost situation. While the two mothers talked, Perry was busy on the jungle gym with Jessica. The two girls were having a competition to see who can hang upside down the longest. It was boring without Millie because Jessica gets light-headed way too quickly, and Perry ends up winning all the time. Jessica apologizes to her best friend with a sigh, but the young Knight smiles and makes a silly face to cheer her up. Both girls end up laughing and giggling at each other while making faces.

Millie: *amused* So, I see I wasn't missed!

Jessica: *scared* Jesus! Millie, what the heck are you doing here?

Perry: *smiling* Aren't you supposed to be in summer school? There's no way you're skipping classes!

Millie: *giggles* I don't think I want to get the beat down of the century from my mom for even thinking of skipping classes. *smiles* Daddy picked me up early today!

Perry: *laughing* Ooooooo! You're daddy's going to be in trouble!

Jessica: *smiles* We should totally tell on him.

Millie: *climbs up* I told him we were going to tell, and to hush us up, he needs to buy us ice cream or let us play with the carts in the supermarket.

Jessica: *realization* I forgot that today's grocery day!

Perry: Wait! Forget about grocery day or ice cream! *smiles at Millie* I have a ghost staying in my house, and he said we can go on lots of adventures with him this summer! Jessica said that she got dibs on Daphne and I wanna be Velma.

<<< >>>

#simblr #sims 4 #s4 #ts4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #s4 legacy #S4 Legacy Challenge #s4 Knight Family #ts4 Knight Family #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 legacy challenge #sims 4 knight #Sims 4 Knight family

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auty-ren · 3 years

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Ooooooo I’d love a little teasers!!

And that’s gonna be such a great way to start the week woooo

-💛

Alrighty here it is, just a little snippet of the nest Dark!Mando chapter that's kinda ~steamy~

“You're always so mean to me.”

You can barely say the words, breathe caught in your throat until you force it out with a sigh. Your eyes drifting closed with his kiss to your shoulder, his arm pulling your back to press firm against his chest and his mouth trailing to your neck where he buries his nose in your hair.

“I'm never mean to you.”

You can feel his grin against your skin, splitting and dark as his hand comes up to cup your jaw, keeping your squirming to a minimum so he can lap his tongue over the delicate spot on your neck.

“What if I wanted you to be?”

He's quiet, completely stalled with his arm around your midriff and his hand still holding your face. He barely breathes, just puffs of hot breath against your cooled skin that hardly make a sound. The fingers on your jaw twitch, squeezing your cheeks until your lips pout, his mouth moving to press directly into your ear.

“I'd say you're looking for trouble, sweet girl.”

Chapter should be up by Monday or Tuesday (depending on my school work), but I hoped y'all enjoyed this little treat(tm)🥺💗

#ask me anything #💛#dark mando vibes #my writing #did someone say filth? because I CAN deliver

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uno-writing · 2 years

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platonic/romantic matchups leggoooo

im a she/her heterosexual so i would like dudes when it comes to romantic, zodiac is aries and mbti is estp. brown hair that’s naturally sort of wavy ish (?) and blue eyes, i’m 5’7”. favorite subjects have always been stem, namely chem and bio. love languages are quality time and acts of service, but i’m open to cuddles and hugs from time to time (i’m proud of my god tier hugs)

i’m actually very shy when it comes to people i don’t know, but once i get to know them a bit more, i get exponentially more outgoing lmao. my zodiac is SCARY accurate, and i’m a headstrong, stubborn, daring, competitive person. i’m the one leading everyone through a haunted house on halloween without any fear, i’m the one dragging my friends from one rollercoaster to another. i’m active and apparently ridiculously optimistic. i laugh a lot and laugh at the smallest things which is kind of embarrassing ngl

i know a lot of people and a lot of people know me but i’m only close with a small group that i’m comfy with.

i can sympathize very well but i suck at comforting people. i can hide my emotions a little too well, so much so that even when i’m struggling, no one will ever know. i need someone who can understand that i don’t like sharing my emotions and don’t pry.

i hate clinginess, over-emotional people, i do not have the mental/emotional capacity for that. i can’t have someone over-relying on me. i value my space.

i’m that type of person who gets stuck on one song and obsessively listen to it over and over again on a loop for a few days and just completely get over it. i also obsess over a tv show obsessively for a week and suddenly lose interest in it completely (idek why i’m like this).

so yeah, i’m spontaneous and fast paced (i don’t think i mentioned how fucking impatient i am, something doesn’t happen in -2.9 seconds i’m fuming). even though i literally have a model aries personality i do have an affinity for logic and reasoning, and that’s the exact reason why everyone around me hates arguing with me (i’m a real pro at arguing).

i need someone who can really balance my fire out and hold me back when i try to jump headfirst into literally anything. someone to motivate me when i suddenly lose interest in something i’ve been doing. someone to keep me chilled out ig lmaoo

and def someone who will stop me when someone dares me to do something stupid cuz i for sure can’t stop myself-

- beloved popcorn anon 🍿🥤

just finished a long ass paper and now i’m chilling w this how lovely

Ooooooo sure thing!!!! It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these! Also congrats on finishing your paper!!🍿🥤🍭🍬🍫🧋🥨🥬🍦🍧🧊

I would match you with Blyke for romantic and platonic!

*I think he’d be an equal mix of being similar to you and also evening you out

*I don’t think he’s shy, but he definitely likes to stick with his peeps

*I think he’d respect that you don’t want someone prying into your emotions, but he would let it be known that he cares about you and you’re always welcome to talk if you need to

*Also on that point, he’d kinda be your opposite since he sucks at hiding his feeling/thoughts

*While he’s fast paced and chaotic at times, he’s a p patient person

*He’s also really smart and logical so I think he’d hold you back from doing certain dares. Maybe not all of them, but absolutely the ones that he thinks you may regret later/what would potentially get you in trouble or hurt

#unordinary #unordinary blyke #unordinary matchups #berriwords #popcornanon

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thepropertylovers · 3 years

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Are You Having Trouble Falling Asleep Lately?

The past few weeks, almost every night, we crawl into bed, turn off the lamps, say I love you and good night, and go to sleep. Well, in theory…

The truth is, I’ve been having the hardest time falling asleep the lately. I’m tired; my body is physically exhausted by the end of every day, but for some reason, I can’t fall asleep. My mind starts racing the second my head touches the pillow and I’m thrown into a vortex of thoughts, dreams, anxieties, worries, to-do lists and about a million and one ideas. Do you know what I mean?

The thing is, I never used to have trouble falling asleep. I was always passed out before PJ. But these days, a few minutes after we get into bed, I hear his heavy breathing begin, a signal he’s fast asleep and already dreaming (side note: I love listening to him breathe while he sleeps; it’s so peaceful to me). And while he is sound asleep beside me, my mind starts racing.

Some recurring late night thoughts:

-Did I give Jolie her evening medicine?

-Did I give Riah his evening medicine?

-When is the new season of Locke & Key coming out?

-Ooooooo we should wallpaper the walls above the moulding in the laundry room

-I wonder when the pandemic will finally slow down

-Did Allan have homework to complete?

-We have two things to shoot tomorrow that are DUE tomorrow. How are we going to have time do to all of that?

-The house is a wreck.

It’s exhausting, but apparently not enough to make me actually fall asleep.

Though my trouble falling asleep isn’t necessarily directly related to the pandemic, there has been an increase in insomnia across the country (world?) since the covid pandemic began. In fact, a national survey from the American Academy of Sleep Medicine (AASM) found that almost 60% of Americans are experiencing some form of insomnia due to the pandemic.

According to Fariha Abbasi-Feinberg, MD, a sleep medicine doctor in Fort Meyers, FL, and member of the AASM's board of directors, “The rate of insomnia in the general population is normally about 10% to 30%, so it is definitely double what it's been in the past. Some people are worried about getting sick from the virus, but there are a lot of economic anxieties, a lot of societal anxieties now. I feel like the stress level of the country in general has just been elevated over the last year.”

One thing I’ve found that works for me? Randomly, singing the songs to Taylor Swift’s album Folklore in my head. I’m not joking. I start at the beginning of the album and I work my way to the very last song, and the crazy thing is I never make it to the end! I usually fall asleep around song five or six. Sometimes my thoughts interrupt my singing halfway through a song, but they don’t usually last long.

So there you have it. Do you have trouble falling asleep, too? How do you deal with it?

PS: if you’re looking for ways to help you fall asleep at night, here are a few helpful articles:

11 Ways to Shut Off Your Brain Before Bedtime

9 Things to Do When You Can't Sleep Because Your Mind Is Racing

Strategies to Fall Sleep Peacefully

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merlinssaggyyfronts · 3 years

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BBC Merlin Rewatch:

01x01: The Dragon’s Call

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FIRSTLY THE FUCKING DESCRIPTION LMAO “Merlin, a young country boy” COUNTRY BOY AHAHDHSNDH IF ONLY YOU KNEW!!! ITS LIKE SETTING SOMEONE UP FOR DISASTER BUT THEN AGAIN THEY WERE SO LIKE I MEAN-

aw look at merlin all happy and smily, walking into camelot like he isnt going to witness the death of his best friend/king and basically everyone he loves

LOOK AT HIM HES SO HAPPY!!! HE DOESNT KNOW YET

“like everyone, he must live and learn” yo shut ur bitchass up lizard man u literally tried to murder everyone in camelot that one time

“his name: traumatised 😍😍”

AH YES THE OPENING!!1!1!-!-! AHHH THE AMOUNT OF HAPPINESS I FEEL HEARING THE OPENING

fuck ur bitchass uther no one likes u

“i pride myself as a fair and just king” sir didnt u like basically kill ur wife... and thousands of peo- OH MY GOD MORGANA BB ILY

oh jesus okay hes dead um chile-

“when i came to this land” wait i thought he was raised kn camelot brb i forgot im an idiot wait,,, does this mean before this it was the du bois family on the throne of camelot?? also, mired in chaos? u mean like.... before ur wife died and everyone was living peacefully? ....okay

“merlin, seeing a person who's been stated had been studying magic get beheaded: [a magical being himself] ah,, welcoming.” -my gf

“since the great dragon was captured” ....so did no one think about where they put a dragon?? a captured one at that. ud think he’d be more smart but nah he just left a random ass dragon under his castle like THAT is going to end well

YUHH MARY COLLJNS HATE HIM!!! YELL BABEY YELL!!! “you took my son!” YES MURDER HIM OMG I CAN FEEL HER PAIN

“a son for a son!” omg why couldnt u have killed uther bb ur the perfect villain i love u ur literally just a loving mother i-

OOOOO GAIUS

.....why is there a bunny mask in there

why is thERE A BUNNY MASK-

why didnt merlins eyes glow when he dragged the bed to gaius to save him

also whats this slomo magic why didnt he do this after this why did season one haveso much magic and like every other season was just everyone throwing it back

like i get instinctual magic but like.... if its instinctual wouldnt it happen more especially when his powers get stronger-

gaius: what did you just do?!

also gaius, five seconds later: i know what it was!! i just wanted to know where you learned it

merlin: 😐

merlin, about his magic: i was born like this

gaius, who knows full well warlocks exist: impossible!

(are warlocks naturally born knowing how to use magic without learning? i mean if u have to learn magic like a sorcerer then whats the difference between a warlock and a sorcerer cuz wouldnt sorcerers atleast have to have some magic in them to actually cast spells? am i dumb or do i just not get it)

wait so merlin arrived in camelot on a wednesday

merlin, walking into camelot: it is wednesday my dudes

merlin: [witnesses an execution] aaaAAAAAA-

“someone that might help him find a purpose of his gifts” oh honey he’ll get something mUCH LARGER THAN THAT-

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oH MORGANA

SHUT UR BITCHASS UTHER SHE WILL KILL YOU-

“the more brutal you are, the more enemies you’ll create” oh the waY SHE PREDICTED THEIR FUTURE OO

ah bless u lady helen/mary collins we love them spicy villains

...why do you have a dressing table in a tent

[watches mary collins murder lady helen] i never snitch on dadd- ...someone pls delete me

merlin, about his instinctual magic: i just do it!

gaius: ...lord have mercy what did i just sign myself up to

what ever happened to sir olwen did he die from accidentally overdosing

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oHHH THERE HE IS THERE HE IS THERES MY BOY!!! MY LIL PRAT MAN!!!!

merlin looks so offended, oh god i could watch this whole scene for HOURS

oooOOOO YES MERLIN FUCK HIM UP!!! SHOW HIM WHOS BOSS

“do i know you?” “im merlin” “so i dont know you” ugh theres already sexual tension

“i would never have a friend who could be such an ass” “or i one so stupid”

also them, ten years later: “i use my magic for you arthur, only you” “just hold me” “i cant lose him! hes my friend!” “thank you..”

“tell me merlin, do you know how to walk on your knees?” OOOOH THE BOYS ARE FLIRTING

NOT THE “would you like me to help you?” SIR YOU ARE FLIRTING SO INTENSELY AND DONT EVEN REALISE IT SIR DO YOU KNOW YOURE FALLING IN LOVE

im convinced atleast half the knights with arthur were like “ayo thas kinda sus bro 😳😳 ayo 😳😳”

arthur: tell me merlin, do you know how to walk on your knees? would you like me to help you?

merlin: ....i really dont know how to answer that

imagine being paid to throw fruits at colin morgan omg id be so thrilled

OOOH HERE COMES OUR QUEEN GWEN!!! MY LOVE MY EVERYTHING YES ILY

gwen: well, arthur looks like one of those, save the world kinda men... and you dont

merlin, 1500 years later, having failed his destiny: well i mean you’re not wrong

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gaius: uther banned magic a long time ago

merlin, flabbergasted as if he wasnt raised on tales of the death of his kind every day in the kingdom right next to his: why?!?!?

gaius: the dragon is imprisoned where nobody can free him

merlin:

(that is the face of someone knowing full well hes going to free that dragon. look at him. he’s already made up his mind.)

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[sees merlin and arthur in the marketplace] oh heres he is again heres the lil bitxh ooo theyre about to FIGHT

god hes flirting so hard without even realising it, oh my god

“i could take you apart with one blow” “i could take you apart with less” um sirs this is a mcdonalds drive thru 😃

arthur: ahah, you’re in trouble now~ 😏😏

i had to pause cuz wHAT THE HELL WHY DOES HE SOUND LIKE THAT-

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....yall are yelling very loudly, um, arent there guards near yall? people passing by? please relax

“im just a nobody, and i always will be” OH IF ONLY YOU KNEWWW

“if i cant use magic, i might as well die” ....well, ive got a surprise for you-

“maybe theres someone with more magic than me?” like... a whole dragon? i mean if you say so 👀

merlin about why he was born like this: if you cant tell me, no one can!

a fucking dragon, basically every magical creature and the druids: WELL-

the camelot guards are so stupid how the hell is this kingdom still standing

how does kilgharrah know merlins name? in prophecy hes known as emrys (and we see basically every magical being call him emrys and not merlin,, i think). so how does he know? did he stretch his neck long enough that he could somehow hear merlin? is it cuz theyre kin? is it cuz merlin and gaius were yelling so loudly that kilgharrah could hear them all the way in his cave? ig we’ll never know 🖐

merlin: where are you?!

kilgharrah:

kilgharrah: without you, arthur will never succeed.

merlin: ....oh look, im already paranoid

the amount of sadness i feel hearing kilgharrah say “none of us can choose our destiny, merlin. and none of us can escape it” is INSANE cuz in season one you can SEE merlin trying to escape it. hes doing his damned best trying to have some control over his life. and then in later seasons you can see the light slowly drain from his eyes as he becomes just another toy for the gods to be entertained by. he realises he cant control a single thing about his life so he does the one thing he can: protect arthur. and he loses SO MUCH because of it! its not fair, he deserved so much, and when he finally got everything he could ever ask for, it was taken away from him by his own mistakes.

arthur, seeing morgana in a beautiful dress: god have mercy 😍

uther: .....um

the way they set arthur and morgana up as if they arent gonna make them siblings i- what the fawk 😄

person A, who knows arthurian lore: oh no! arthur is going to have an affair with morgan(a) and have mordred! oh no!!

person B, whos seen merlin: oh no in this show its worse

person B, knowing full well theyre siblings: much worse....

gwen: who’d wanna marry arthur? 🙄

gwen, getting crowned queen of camelot: well fuck

hhhnghnh yes queen sing them to sleep yes murder his bitchass (and fail but like its the thought that counts)

on a sidenote tho this is such a fun way to murder someone, id try this

the absolutely OFFENDED “FATHER!” and the horrified look in arthurs eyss when uther announced merlin would be his manservant is PRICELESS OMG

oh the way uther unintentionally plants the first seed of his sons love story omg 😍😍

Conclusion: this episode is a 10/10 greatest episode with so many iconic scenes omg. mary collins u will forever have my heart for unintentionally kickstarting merlin and arthurs relationship destiny. i loved the whole thing and oh GOD does it already hurt knowing full well how the show ends

#this was a RIDE #eli’s merlin rewatch #yes i have to say everything that happens in the episode pls leave me alone #01x01: the dragon’s call #merlin #arthur pendragon #uther pendragon #morgana le fay #morgana pendragon #guinevere #guinevere pendragon #gwen #gaius #kilgharrah #lady helen #mary collins #bbc merlin

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