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just-a-carrot · 9 months

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spoilers for arc 5 part 1 1/2

i haven’t seen that much people talking about scene where genzou apologised to orlam so imma tell you what i think about it personally

to be completely honest with you i didn't experience that many emotions when going through Arc 5. i still like it very much!! but it’s not the same kind of feeling that i had back in winter, when i played Our Wonderland for the first time. i can’t even explain what i’ve felt but it’s been soo amazing and powerful, my mind has been all over about your visual novel, i’ve spend nights discussing theories about it with my friend, and literally nothing else i've ever been interested in has awakened so many emotions in me as OW did. so when arc 5 came out, by that time i’d already cooled down and got into other things, and for some reason, i didn’t fall back to this kind of interest like i though i would, just had a nice nostalgic feeling while playing. including newest part.

i bawled my eyes out when genzou hugged orlam

i didn't expect it to have such an impact on me!! i had this deep and long forgotten feeling developing in my chest when genzou refused to speak about what he hates in orlam, and I was expecting something like this to happen, but only when Genzou proved my thoughts correct, BAM and I'm IMMEDIATELY in tears! it was like it’s winter all over again! and omg carrot i didn’t even get a chance to catch my breath, because genzou continued his speech and the animation just kept going and showing their interactions back in school, and i just cried louder and louder WHAT!!

i feel so so so sorry for orlam, he was so compassionate, kind, and feeling, and he didn’t deserved anything that had happened to him, and i can’t even imagine how much guilt regret and remorse is experiencing genzou. it was such an emotional moment, and now i’m actually really excited and looking forward for the future part(‘s ??) and seeing more of their interactions.

this part was great, i loved it! keep it up carrot you’re doing great!!

owowowowowo... 🥺💕 this is very sweet... thank you for taking the time to write up all your thoughts, i'm getting very weepy...

ahhh... what you talked about is one of my biggest points of anxiety and pressure/fear when making this game tbh (among others) 💦 that because it takes me so long to put out parts even those who might have played and liked the game won't care about it anymore 💦💦 ahhh... it's a big problem when you're a solo dev. i'm sorry i can't get stuff out more quickly 💦

i'm really happy you were able to find some of your past feelings when playing the new part though 🥺💕 it was also a very Important and Meaningful Scene for me (and by that i mean i cried even while planning it) so i was really hopeful that it would have a lot of impact and people might be able to feel things from it. i feel like so much of the story and the various character arcs having been leading up to it, so i wanted to make sure i put everything i could into making it. ofc hopefully the actual final finale will be what everything ultimately leads to LOL but like, this is the last stop along the way and something that's been building for a long time, so... i was rather nervous in general hoping that it could be impactful for people who have been playing the game

thank you very much writing all this up. this truly means a lot hearing something like this. i feel really grateful having people who can look forward to and enjoy the game and feel so much from the characters and story. thank you so much for all of your support and for loving the game 💕 i will keep working hard to make the finale as good as i can 💦

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amporella · 1 year

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Do you have any hcs on how Stan and Kyle navigate their work and relationship and stuff, whether it’s before or after kids? I imagine Stan is away a lot if we’re going by his space force career. Facetime is their friend and one of them has definitely said “I’m your idiot forever” at the camera.

WAUGHH this is such a good ask and really something that I think about constantly. 'I'm your idiot forever'... man... stanky literally in its purest form.

I LOVE space force Stan, ok. I imagine he must feel so fulfilled by it and that is the dream for him!!! I actually don't have a really specific good ending PC Kyle job headcanon, but I imagine that he could continue with his online counseling startup even in the good ending? Bad ending Kyle is obviously struggling to cope with his shitty life, but I don't think that his job is necessarily the kicker there.

If Kyle DID continue with his good ending Post-Covid job, I think it's feasible that he could work from home!! Which is great for obvious reasons but also sucks for him because it gives him way more time to anxiously putter around his computer and await his daily call from Stan. It is 100% the highlight of his day.

If Stan was working in the space force post-kids, it would be SO hard for both of them. Stan would HATE having to leave his kids in general, but especially when they're babies/toddlers and they have so many milestones to reach!! Kyle as a parenting book fiend has hawk eyes on their development, but at the same time doesn't want them to say their first words or take their first steps without Stan there!!

I imagine that during their Facetimes Kyle would show Stan the kids, and Stan would get all weepy... maybe one of the kids even takes their first steps when they see Stan's face on the phone because they're trying to walk to him!!!

Stan and Kyle are SO incredibly codependent that long-distance is REALLY REALLY difficult for them, and I imagine there's a lot of mutual frustration on both sides that they have to practice getting over. Stan would have a jealous streak with Kyle home on Earth and him so far away, and Kyle would be SO fretful over Stan's safety that he occasionally comes off as overbearing. They work through it though!!!

There are many many instances in which Kyle falls asleep gripping his phone, and Stan (who has a different sleep schedule due to being in space) doesn't hang up for hours so he can watch him and feel like he's nearby while he works.

They have the most EMOTIONAL reunions. Whether Stan's away for a week or months, they both sob and clutch at each other when they get back

Similarly, Stan leaving for whatever length of time is so painful for them. Kyle frets over his packing and slips little love notes in Stan's bags for when he digs through them in space.

Stan also records videos of himself talking to Kyle and/or the kids before each of his missions, in case communication isn't possible for whatever reason or worst comes to worst. It is SO difficult for Kyle to not just watch all of them the second that he leaves, but he manages!

I HOPE THESE ARE GOOD ANON <3 thank you so much for the ask!! viva la pc style

#south park #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #sp style

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flingmetothemoon · 5 months

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Can we talk about Sonic X TailAmy for a moment?

Disclaimer: if you disagree with me, that's fine. If you prefer Sonamy over Tailamy, go right ahead. But remember this is my opinion based on observations and research. I would appreciate it if Sonamy shippers don't try to convince me why Sonamy is such a beautiful well-written canon ship and why I'm bad for not shipping it. You wouldn't like it if I did that to you would you? Then don't do that to me ok?

So I was rewatching Sonic X for refreshment of what's happening and the context behind it and noticed something interesting in the Chaos arc I never really thought about.

Amy gets captured and becomes prisoner to Eggman just right after Tails received a massive head and arm injury from a plane crash that could easily worsen if he keeps pushing himself. Think about it, Tails could've chosen to stay at home and heal and let Sonic do all the work saving Amy by himself, especially considering Sonic is a more well-known hero than he is, his X Tornado is damaged and the Station Square City is in chaos at this time. But instead, he got into the X Tornado again, got into a dangerous battle with Eggman and LITERALLY PUSHED THROUGH ANOTHER CRASH to help Sonic save Amy all while Amy was emoing over Sonic as usual! Tails was willing to pretty much risk his life for Amy's sake! He risked his life for her so much that Sonic had to assign him to simply fly Amy back home to safety while he finishes dealing with Eggman!

How is this different from those "SonAmy moments" where Sonic saves Amy from danger himself? Because Sonic is a well-known hero with a habit of risking his life to save his friends, so saving Amy makes it not really that special since he helps his other friends in a similar manner. So if Amy is in trouble and Sonic has to help her, we know this is predictable for him for his role. Tails on the other hand is not a regular hero like Sonic and is usually shyer and more unsure of himself while Sonic likes to show himself off. And note that piloting machines is dangerous for someone his age even for a skilled pilot like him. Yet despite all this, Tails was still willing to push through a life-and-death situation to make sure his friend is safe while injured that even Sonic and Chuck worried about him forcing himself.

Another thing it is different from those "SonAmy moments" is that actions spoke louder than visual effects and feels. They weren't trying to make it romantic and they didn't feel the need to give Amy emotional issues to show she cares for Tails, yet that moment showed that Tails does love Amy enough to put her life above his own even though he is not Amy's romantic pursuit. With Sonamy, Amy was somehow felt the need to be either given obnoxious weepy melodrama or turned into a violent psycho and makes Sonic look like a jerk for not fitting into her ideal mold of how she views him and then they think they can make up for it by putting them in a pretty setting with cheesy romantic 80s anime style music in the background and Sonamy fanatics somehow eat it up, which I find unhealthy and unromantic at the end of the day.

But no, Tails can have Cosmo instead even though she's gonna have to die soon to save the universe. Whether or not their personalities and goals are compatible or the fact that they're in the middle of a space war with Cosmo's dad who's literally trying to destroy the universe doesn't matter. Let's make an episode where Vector takes advantage of Tails' feelings and tries to force them into a relationship they're not ready for simply because he was bored. Then make Tails and Cosmo accidentally fall into Amy's trap for Sonic and fall madly in love and then shortly afterwards, make Tails have to kill her for the sake of the universe and leave him emotionally unstable by the end of the show. Yeah, totally #Truelove and #RelationshipGoals! Why do Anime creators particularly seem to think that being emotionally unstable over crushes is healthy for relationships? Because a country's culture made by imperfect humans says so? When Cosmo's death tragically impacted Tails, who decided to spend time with him and cheer him up? Was it his number 1 BFF Sonic? Nope, it was Cream AND Amy. It's sad when you realize that Tails and Amy make each other more calmer and happier than their own respective crushes do...

This is it for the post today. This post is also on DeviantART if you wanna check it out there. C:

#Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic #Sonic X #Miles “Tails” Prower #Tails #Amy Rose #Tailamy #Tails X Amy #Cloudy chats #Character analysis #Character dynamics #That's why I prefer Tailamy instead of Sonamy #Analysis #Essay #Sonic meta #Comparisons #Anti Taismo #That's why I prefer Tailamy instead of Taismo

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years

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I need more lee!rin from free!, Can you do lee!rin and ler!haru?

I absolutely can! I've gotcha covered, anon :D This was super fun to write, and I hope you like it!

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“Oh, Moana.” Rin nodded upon pulling up a movie, turning to his boyfriend. “Wanna watch it?”

It was the weekend, soft little taps of rain bouncing off the roof of their apartment as the boys curled up beneath a large blanket. Rin had suggested a movie despite Haru’s drooping eyes, reassuring him that he’d wake him up when it was over.

“Hm…” Haru blinked at the screen, reading the title. It was some sort of animation; a daring girl holding an oar stood with an enormous man holding some sort of bone sword. Behind and around them were waves upon waves of water. It looked, admittedly, quite lovely.

All the more reason not to watch it. “Let’s watch something else.”

“Why? I think Rei mentioned this one- he said it’s good.” Rin pressed, waving a hand at the screen. “You know how picky he is about movies. High praise from him is usually a good sign.”

“Animations are usually sad though.” Haru pointed out. “You’ll probably start crying halfway in.”

“First of all, not all animations are tear jerkers, and second of all- the hell you mean I’ll start crying?” Rin fumed. “I don’t cry.”

“Yes you do. You cry all the time during movies.”

“Name one-”

“Up.”

“T-That was a cheap shot-”

“Spirited away, Howl’s Moving Castle, that one Barbie movie-”

“Don’t bring up the Barbie movie!” Rin threw a pillow at him, cheeks red. “That was ONE time! Gou made me watch it with her!” Haru’s only response was a soft snort. “Gah, whatever! I’m not gonna cry. This time, I’ll be dry eyed and unmoved.” With that, Rin turned back to the movie, hitting play.

Haru shimmied back into his nest of blanket, the opening visuals inviting and warm. As the first character introduced began to speak, Haru reflected back on his friends.

Rei had said this movie in particular was amazing.

His eyes were also red though.

~~~

Unsurprisingly- Rei’s taste in movies was spot on.

As the ending credits rolled across the screen, Haru was surprised to find himself still awake. He had planned on napping through the film. When he blinked, his eyes were alarmingly misty, a noticeable lump settled in his throat.

“Oh…” Rin sniffed, balled up tissues littered around him as he dabbed his red eyes. “That was so good! God, I love movies.”

“So much for not crying.” Haru joked, nodding to the mess. Rin rolled his eyes, looking away as he wiped his face clean.

“Shut up. Fine, fine, I cry during movies. Still- I saw you tearing up too!” Rin pointed out- literally. He reached out and poked Haru’s arm in emphasis. “You were just as weepy as me during that one number.”

“I wasn’t…” Okay; maybe Haru did tear up a little during the Ancestor song. “At least I wasn’t blubbering like a whale the entire time.”

“Ha, funny.” Rin snorted, poking Haru again, this time in the ribs. “Deny it all you want- you loved it!”

“I never said I didn’t.” Haru grunted when Rin poked him again. “Stop it-”

“Why? You’re looking a little sad over there Haru. Let’s fix you up!” The redhead grinned, all shark teeth as he poked again and again, making the brunette squirm.

Oh, so this is how he wanted to play huh? Very well.

“Rin-” Another poke to the waist made him shiver. “I swear to god-” A poke to the belly this time, making him giggle. “Stop it!” He scooted away, just out of Rin’s reach. “There.”

Rin- being Rin, shot his foot out and poked Haru with it. “There!”

This motherfu-

“Can’t get away now, can you Haru?” Rin snickered as he continued to poke and prod at the other. Little did he know this was all Haru’s secret plan. “Let’s see that smi-AH!”

“Sorry, what was that?” Haru asked, a hand clutching Rin’s ankle while the other scribbled into his socked foot, making the redhead flail about. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of my victory.”

“Hahahhahhahharuuhuhuhu yoohohohohou ahahahhahahhass!” Rin yelped through his chrotles, squirming this way and back as he struggled to pull his foot free. “Stahhahahahahp ihiihihiht!”

“Why?”

“Behehehehehhecahaahhahhause!”

“Because why?” Haru moved to his knees, making Rin squawk with laughter.

“It TIIHIIHIIHIHIHICKLES!”

“Oh does it now?” The brunette squeezed Rin’s thigh, a soft smile on his lips as he watched Rin explode with mirth. “I couldn’t tell- you were laughing so much earlier; I just assumed you were thinking about the movie.”

“HAHAHHAHAHRUUHUHUUHU!” Rin shrieked, cheeks as red as his hair and eyes squeezed shut with mirth. Feeling somewhat merciful, Haru temporarily stopped tickling him, watching Rin gasp for breath. “Ahehehe…hehehe..hehe..yohoohu suhuhuhck.”

“Rude. And just when I was about to go easy on you.” Haru mock tsked, his hands gliding up to Rin’s ribs, hovering. “Hey- I bet I can make you sound like the chicken in the movie.”

“Heihei-HEHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!” Rin did in fact squawk like the chicken, the snorts and wheezes from earlier booming out of his lips like crashes of waves. He gripped Haru’s wrists loosely, half heartedly shoving at his boyfriend as he cackled. “STAHAHHHAHHAAP PLEHAHHAHAHAHSE!”

“Heh, okay okay.” Haru tittered softly, finally pulling his hands back for good. Just as he was starting to retreat, Rin pulled him into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around him. “Ha! Goohohohtcha!”

“Rin, let me go.” It was more an automatic response than anything. Haru let himself ease into his boyfriend’s chest, smiling as he listened to the other’s slowly regulating heartbeat.

“Never. I’ll never let you go.” Rin squeezed him gently, getting comfortable as he stroked Rin’s hair. “Your heart is mine, as mine is yours.”

“You're so cheesy.” Haru breathed out, his earlier drowsiness returning suddenly.

“Heh, you love me.”

He really did.

I hope this was good!

#free! iwatobi swim club #haruka nanase #rin matsuoka #haru x rin #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #movies #Rin deserves lots of love #As does Haru

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altocat · 2 years

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Hope you are doing well! We don’t have canonic birthdates for the first class soldiers, I wonder what you think they are for AGSZ? 🎂 What kind of gifts do they like on their birthdays?

Hiiii hope you're doing great! You always have awesome questions!

I don't think I have exact days and specifics. So I'm making it up as I go along!

-Angeal was born first. I want to say he's a spring child. Total sensitive Pisces energy.

-He probably had the most stable of families as a child, despite the fact that they were poor. So his parents gave what they could to make each birthday special. His mother made him his favorite foods and they would spend all day baking bread together. Angeal cherishes these memories dearly.

-The Buster Sword was an early birthday present from his father! Right before the latter passed away and subsequently right before Angeal was deployed.

-As an adult, Angeal will typically get cool trinkets, books, and novelty items from his friends. Genesis has a rather traditional habit every year of waking him up via airhorn and gracing him with a lovely joke-gift. One year it's plastic vomit. One year it's a pooping chocobo magnet. One year it's just Loveless within Loveless within Loveless. MULTILAYERED Loveless!

-....Seph just gets him a good book.

-Genesis was born the same year as Angeal around September. His birth was slightly more engineered given what they extracted from Gillian so they waited just a twinge more with him. Anyway, Gen's a Libra lol. Make of that what you will.

-As a child, Genesis' rich upbringing had him spoiled and lavished with toys, which were more than often a substitute for his parents' company. He'd give a lot of them to Angeal. He doesn't...want them.

-As an adult, Angeal and Sephiroth celebrate his birthday with a night out on the town. It's a crazy party in which everyone gets drunk and maaaaaybe a little high and miiiiight have accidentally blown up a building or two whoops.

-Yes, Gen is totally the type to get weepy over really nice gifts.

-Gen likes expensive perfumes and shiny things. He will hoard them like a greedy little cave goblin.

-Hehehe I like the idea of Zack's birthday being literally the day RIGHT BEFORE Cloud's and neither of them even realizes it because they're such dorks. Anyway, summer bros! Leo bros!!!

-Zack is pretty much a little kid when it comes to his birthday. He's HYPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And gets childishly bright-eyed at the prospect of presents. MAXIMUM ZOOMIES.

-Zack's mom sends him a cozy knit sweater in the mail every year with a big old doofy Z right in the middle. Zack is shamelessly proud of this and will wear it all day long.

-Angeal breaks his frugality one year and splurges on his apprentice, getting him a fancy new weapon. Zack breaks it within two seconds of using it in battle. After Angeal is long gone, the memory genuinely haunts Zack and motivates him to take extra special care of the Buster Sword.

-Zack's birthday without Angeal is gloomy and kind of traumatically miserable. Until Sephiroth sort of wordlessly invites him for drinks. They spend most of the night just kinda sitting there awkwardly drinking together in silence. But Zack finds that it oddly...helps. They smile shyly at each other and it's a nice moment. Before, you know, awkward again.

-Sephiroth was born the following year after Angeal and Genesis. He had a much wider gap and wasn't born until October. Scorpio hhhh.

-Despite this, he never finds out what day his birthday is. He spent a whole fraction of his life not even knowing what a birthday was. And he never received any presents at all. He has no idea how old he is. Hojo won't tell him anything and the files have all been locked away.

-Sooo one day, the trio gets bored and Genesis throws a dart at a random date on the break room calendar and they officially declare it Sephiroth Day. Sephiroth doesn't understand what they're talking about but they yank him around and tell him that from now on, this day's the number 1 Sephiroth day of the year! The sky's the limit and--wait Seph, come back!

-After coaxing him out of his room, they pull out all the big stunts. Cake. Streamers. Obnoxious noisemakers that make Seph jump from frantic catboy anxiety. When they see that they're clearly freaking Seph out, they tone it down and let him pick what they do, what makes him happy. It's his day, after all. Sephiroth is puzzled. Honestly?? He just wants to train with them like they always do together. That's all he wants.

-Every year, they cultivate a relaxed celebration of Sephiroth's favorite activities. A bit of sparring. Library time. Maybe a bit of chess or some quiet drinks. Angeal makes a cake. Genesis showers Sephiroth in new Materia or fancy items to help him sharpen and polish the Masamune. Sephiroth doesn't feel agitated or pressured, completely relaxed and warm and cherished. Days like those, he finds, were perfect. Perfect with them. Perfect together.

And he no longer remembers them. Like the day of his birth, they ultimately become locked away completely.

#Sephiroth #Genesis rhapsodos #Angeal hewley #Zack fair #crisis core #ffvii #ff7 #asks #final fantasy 7 #sephcanons #Gencanons #Honorcanons #Zackcanons #Headcanons #Writing

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lets-talk-spirituality · 10 months

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Happy Sunday!! I hope you’re having a good weekend!!

How are you?!

Omg I can’t believe May is almost over. I have no idea where the time is going, time feels like its going so fast, but I don’t know how I made it through all those solar eclipses, mercury retrogrades, and whatever else was going on. Like the drama and change that went on, I need a beach getaway. 🏖️🏝️⛱️☀️🐚

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Some songs to remind me it will all be ok and that I’m a magical warrior queen

https://open.spotify.com/track/7v9Z565IlQCbjF2rgrMwWN?si=1de95ceb620f47be

https://open.spotify.com/track/7Dx9Z6Aon1qPS2N0rHSWTe?si=90c9f5c5325c4ad0

https://open.spotify.com/track/3w6JB9UckmYZBn4Tsq2kpM?si=e3def8b41c86412d

https://open.spotify.com/track/1Cwsd5xI8CajJz795oy4XF?si=7c235f9ab3564571

https://open.spotify.com/track/14wPnCr1Z8CIHBVpnpcTVt?si=567663915a0d4ae5

https://open.spotify.com/track/2wmrHfBFcCCYVdrlrUrJw3?si=517ce66a77774222

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Also I have been in a love mood / vibe

https://open.spotify.com/track/7EdNvIZ2WCBfBDanjOSXXB?si=bdb0b93c82da4d9d

https://open.spotify.com/track/1MUsWVRPLaC7ANKcEiMRCl?si=756bd993573f4010

https://open.spotify.com/track/3mNecsYFb6LQg7822DPXCP?si=56fd9e24c50b4ff9

https://open.spotify.com/track/3B228N0GxfUCwPyfNcJxps?si=36d7bd03ff8b4af7

https://open.spotify.com/track/1FCdsMKI7eauYb1PJGGTbO?si=ce898926b9fa41e2

https://open.spotify.com/track/6OzuS08PrSonUXkwESgvjO?si=d003efb7c5e94219

https://open.spotify.com/track/2kjUj86ES5b1nBfTMzN6Uv?si=08d7b1bf3f084f87

https://open.spotify.com/track/1jyddn36UN4tVsJGtaJfem?si=54801431bfe044b8

https://open.spotify.com/track/6FtIK0IkmG33lKbc1pyAlZ?si=ebf59c319c4f453f

https://open.spotify.com/track/4C6EPWGYM3K3IIv4xzPL2X?si=8cc456f674354852

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I love that Addicted Jorja Smith song you shared, after you shared it that time and the first time I listened to it the next song that played was this: https://open.spotify.com/track/7DYkWTA0ckaqm2MFfAIlQr?si=b34ebdf93d9d4c04

And before I forget again because I have been meaning to share this artist with you for awhile: Kota the Friend: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2AfU5LYBVCiCtuCCfM7uVX?si=uBeMLGacS3a-DxQMe5hevA

I haven’t listened to him yet, but my friend who’s really into rap likes him and I thought of you when he told me about him. What’s interesting about Kota, is that he has stayed independent, even tho he’s gotten some major offers. But he likes to do his own thing, which I respect and get. Like I don’t wanna be told with to do with my work either.

Stay good my friend 🌺🌺🌺✨✨🌷🌠🌌🌃🐝

🎶

Omg I know you sent this so long ago bestie. I finally listened to them all. Agh so much new music to listen to. I’ve been on a podcast kick though lately.

🎶🎼🎵 🎶🎼🎵 🎶🎼🎵 🎶🎼🎵 🎶🎼🎵

— Love the Kesha song and I think I heard it somewhere else before. Anyway! I need to listen to her new album.

— pretty girl era song I’ve never heard and I love it!

— need to listen to that full George Ezra album

— you like the weepies too? Somebody loved, I’m sure I’ve mentioned here and shared with you, but it makes me cry every fucking time. I really like what you shared.

— stop! Absolutely Story of a Girl is like one of my favorite childhood songs. She will be loved by Maroon 5 follows perfectly. Same girl I’m convinced :)

— strawberry kisses literally sounds so early 2000s. I know it is but it’s kinda funny how exactly it fits that type of pop. Nostalgic for sure.

— I love Ray LaMontagne and this song so much. Beautiful. I think you need brass for it to really be a love song for me. I have said this before but like classic pop, like Frank Sinatra, is what falling in love sounds like to me. It mimics that feeling.

— Tove Lo. Fuck yes! Underrated pop star. She’s one of my favorites.

— I love this song! Orion sun, I will have to check out more of their stuff.

Here’s stuff I’ve been bumping :)

I hope you like some of these songs! I miss you and love you. Hope you’ve been doing well, music nonnie.

#🎶 anon #music suggestions

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cherryfinolahobbes · 2 years

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"Cherry.... Cher... Cherry! For the love of. Stop running around with... No."

She would go mad. Officially. Her friend breaking her faster and more efficiently then a couple years of close proximity to a literal Eldritch parasite could.

"Can you put down that tray, sit down and tell me why the kitchen looks like you're expecting a cookie monster and at least three dozen people?"

Natasha snatched a cookie off of a plate, not that she was complaining, Cherry's baking was lovely but this amount of it was worrying. "Anybody I need to silently make go away?" She joked, raising an eyebrow at her friend.

Cherry had been locked inside her own worried thoughts for the better part of the day and when she couldn’t get out of her head her hands went to work.

Today it was cookies. There were sheet trays covering all the counters and while the little oven in the corner of the Sanctum’s kitchen wasn’t the high capacity, state of the line model she was used to from her days in the Tower, it still managed to keep up with her.

The air was saturated with the smell of vanilla and brown sugar. Motes of flour mingled with the dust and Cherry was covered in the stuff. She had her curly hair messily pinned back and the sleeves to her blouse rolled above her elbow, dough and flour and food coloring coating her finger tips and nail beds. The table was a riot of ingredients; chocolate chips, chopped nuts, rainbow sprinkles, raisins, cranberries, orange peels, several jars of jams, spices, and anything else she could get her hands on.

When she couldn’t process, she cooked. The movement of her hands and body seemed to burn up the nervous energy pent up inside of her. If she couldn’t do something she felt like a cooker under too much pressure, like she’d just explode.

She was being stupid. This was hardly the first other woman Wong had talked to or been around and Cherry had never felt like this before with him. Xialing ran the Golden Daggers, there was Carol Danvers (Cherry didn’t know her well, but had been introduced to her hologram a time or two), there was Katy and even Jen now and none of those bothered her, but that picture? That picture had punctured something inside Cherry’s security. Maybe it was because none of the other women had sent Wong a selfie. A very pointed and blatant selfie, staged, slightly tacky, but…the woman was attractive and from a law firm so she was smart and learned and probably making a decent amount of money…

Cherry’s mind continued to roll as she went about her well rehearsed movements. Make the dough base, throw in the filler, shape, chill, bake and cool. She went from one stage of the kitchen to the other like an assembly line.

What if Wong was tired of waiting? God, they’d been doing this dance for well over five years now and Cherry was hardly the same woman he’d first met. At least she knew how to have a little fun when Tony was still alive and she got into a little hijinx now and again. The last couple years he’d been helping her through her grieving process and she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d helped him with any scrapes or bumps he got from his cage fighting. She was a weepy, tired, broken woman that clung to him like glue, but could offer little in return for his kindness.

She couldn’t breathe for a moment as her lungs went cold at the thought that maybe she’d waited too long. What if this was just his first step away from her? If he found someone else (someone else, like they had even been anything to begin with) could she still stay at Sanctum? How would she get to Kamar Taj to see the Younglings and Emmy…

Cherry forced herself forward, to keep moving, to not let the thoughts overtake her when…she jumped when she realized she wasn’t alone in the kitchen. It was like being rudely awakened from a nap, her whole body slamming back to the present and out of her head as she saw Natasha was beside her.

“I..” Cherry looked around her, so trapped in her hyperfixation for the last several hours, she could see the damage of her emotional conflict piled on the counters all around her and there was no Hulk or Thunder God to pass these confections off too. “I….’m going to take them to FEAST..later..”She said haltingly, wiping her hands on her stained jeans, her eyes snapping to Nat’s as she tried to interpret her words. *anyone I need to make go away?* Did she know? “Of course not…I don’t know what you mean,” She deflected lamely.

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#that got so long #but I’m not sorry #cookie crumbs

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Can you write overprotective long hair harry imagine?? Like he always hovers the reader when she is doing something or even nothing. Or when she needs to run errands he always go with even though its not required. And when reader fell sick he is full on mommy daddy mode dom!h vibes

A/N: OOPS I GOT EXCITED AND WENT OVERBOARD WITH IT :D

Harry’s awfully sweet. He’s a literal sweetheart with those marble sepia eyes, hazelnut curls and that big golden kind heart of his's.

But, to people he’s intimidating. From the black loiter of tattoos, a silver of piercing to the corner of his plush bottom lip and those long curls of his's that frays his broad strong shoulders turns everyone too giddy to talk to him and he's okay with that – bunch of loosers anyways whom he doesn’t want to waste his time on chit-chatting.

Then Y/N came into his life and his world flipped upside down, in a beautiful way (where he felt like floating into the crashing waves of crystal sea). It felt like she made him see the world through pink heart-shaped glasses and everyone’s just bursting into rainbows, puffaw! Boom! Their heads blasting with colourful confetti and ribbons.

Even though his slight grouchiness towards people lessened he still doesn’t gives two fucks before punching the shit out of someone if they in any way hurts, be rude and try to take physical and emotional advantage of, Y/N.

His bunny.

He’s too protective of her. And why wouldn’t he? She’s his everything. His little miracle and his hype-person, his lovie.

He’s the softest peach for her. The guy who walks and everyone scrambles away to give him a way, is whipped for his girlfriend.

He’s always having his strong arm looped around her waist when they’re out and walking, going to hold her hands instead if she’s too wiggly, keeping her close to his chest while he holds their coffees and sweets.

Whenever they’re doing grocery he’s always wheeling the cart around how much Y/N insists and pouts, he likes it that way. Hearing her blabber and skim her eyes down the ingredients labelled on the products then tossing it anyway with a shrug – makes him want to smooch her wet in kisses.

If they’re partying out with friends. Which they rarely do, (Y/N sometimes makes fun of them saying they’re getting too domestic day by day) he’s always having her put in his lap, his screwed up expression lazing when the alcohol starts to kick in and he’s just a blubbering mess of nonsense, and a very horn dog with his cock bloating up in his tight skinny jeans.

Not that he doesn’t let her have a breather and enjoy herself. He indeed does, they’ve a healthy relationship where they keep trust and faith in eachother.

But, sometimes he gets super jealous when people steal his little girlfriend away from him and once home he’s cuddling and oodling her, kissing her face all over with loud smacks and not letting her be away from him another second even it’s too bring him water or to get rid of his smelly socks.

Other times. When he’s particularly very jealous. The serious ones where Y/N unintentionally spends a tad more time at some of her classmates to wind up their upcoming project, he’s driving himself to pick her up and knocking at the door harshly and then dragging her out of there not letting her carry her stuff and huffing and puffing while throwing her things in the backseat.

Because Jeremy’s a sore rascal who’s shit at hiding his crush for Y/N and he should know better to whom she belongs. His innocent baby is too naive towards the possible hints and evil intentions of people.

“Oi. What got into you today?” She brushes the loose curl that escaped from his bun and let her fingers slide down his tight set angry jaw staring him a bit concerned upon seeing him this furious and ruffled up from nowhere.

“You’re mine,” Is all he'd respond. Smashing his lips against hers in a an ardent kiss and glide his palm down her ass to squeeze it and bring her closer grinning when she squeals into his mouth giving him a chance to slip his tongue in and kiss her deeper and sloppier.

“You’re a silly geese.” She giggles whisper into the mess of pecks and lock her elbows around his neck to give him an eskimo kiss.

“Watch y’mouth.” He glares her intensely loving the way Y/N gulps timidly bobbing her head.

“You’ll get a spanking today,” He always likes to warn her before hand. He wants her comfortable with him in every case and it’s downgrade monstrous to treat the person you love like a mean bitch out of blue -- so whenever she deserves a punishment he already announces her of it, warming her to the idea and giving her time to back away if she doesn’t want it.

“What did I’do now!” She whines and he nibbles onto his knuckle glancing her way in disbelief other hand on steering wheel, “What did y'do?” He asks her sternly. Spreading his palm over her thigh and squeezing it grimly.

“Did y'even care to look at the time, Y/N?” Oh boy. She’s in real trouble. Her name on his tongue never fails to turn her insides gooey and pause her heartbeat horribly. A red light for her to being bratty before she falls into the deep black dig of trouble.

Reaching home. He’s throwing her on the bed and demanding her to lay still on her tummy while he puts a pillow under her and spanks her bum sore with his rings imprinting her skin pink, though he never forgets to take care of her afterwards – putting a cool cream to soothe the burn and letting her sleep on his chest so she wouldn’t come in contact with the sheets as he kneads her asscheeks with gentle hands.

He could never have his hands to himself when she’s cooking and baking for them. Always, poking and prodding around having her head tucked under his chin, her embraced in his arms from back swaying them along to Hozier while she reads the recipe she wrote on one of the tiles.

“Stop!” She giggles, squirming in his arms when he blows raspberries against the dip of her neck and then creates growly noises biting and lapping into her skin, “You’re gonna burn our lunch!” She pressed her hips against his crotch to push him away and that warmed him more, delving his fingers more into her hips with a throaty groan.

“We could have a takeout.” His breath shuddery against her ear as he tries to pry the spatula away from her and kiss her grumpy whines down when the pots actually got burned, “I’ll wash and scratch them.” He’d assure picking her up and wrapping her legs around his hips and slipping his fingers in her hair to tug them and bring her mouth down against his’s to taste her.

“Wants to fuck you so bad, baby. My cock’s been weepy fo’ hours without your touch.” He groans, taking her hand and sneaking it inside his joggers to make her feel how stiff and erect he’s for her.

“I just gave you a blowie in the morning!”

“Blowie isn’t equivalent to fucking!”

“What y'readin,?” He scoots closer to her end of sofa with a smirk and towers over her trying to take a peek of whatever she’s reading with such intensity and then rake his warm palms up her calves to lay them over his thighs while he snuggles her wrapping a chonky blanket around them.

“Shhh baby girl, just want you to be more comfy.” He mumbles into her hair scratching his short nails against her scalp in soothing motions and watch her melt against his touch, eyes fluttering as she lurks dangerously to the verge of sleep.

“You always do that. Whenever the hot part’s about to come, you make me all sleepy.” She mutters laying her head against his clavicles gazing him up with hazy eyes, sighing in feign disappointment when he grins down at her in quite victory and gives her a sloppy kiss.

“What do y'need erotica fo’ baby? When your man’s the living walking momentum of sex.” He pouts, grazing his teeth down her neck and leaving a fresh hickey at her throat.

“That’s infact not, true. You’re such a cutie!” She beams up at him never failing to give him dancing butterflies in his stomach and he doesn’t admits it but he likes getting treated soft and gentle by his girlfriend.

“Such a shame. My own little love doesn’t find me sexy.” He grumps dramatically making her scramble hesitantly and turn to him in their tight embrace, cradling his face in her cold palms, “No. No. I find you sexy. I just don’t like sexualising you.” If Harry didn’t turn into a puddle before he indeed did now as he melted into her touch and kissed the inside of her hands lovingly.

“You’re sucha sap!” He whispers at her in fake offence and plant his lips against hers, patting her bum to make her hug him more tightly.

On cleaning and laundry day’s. He’s always helping her. As they scrub and mop the floors together, might fuck on them bubbly floors too if Harry’s lusty gaze remains on her spilling tits for too long.

“Thinks your floral bra needs a wash too, moppet.” His gradual attempts to lure her with his fingers stroking her thighs seductively always turns into a win when she nods shyly into his neck and let him have an easy access to her panties.

They’re always having a warm, full of essence bath together cleaning and washing the dirt off eachother after that.

Then sharing a cuppa tea while folding their clothes together on the bed and he’s always trying to tackle her into mattress when she laughs at his terribly folded clothes compared to her neatly binded ones.

“Your sucha menace,” He jests with his nose skewered up while he smacks her ass.

“Talk for yourself, Styles.” She retorts, tangling her knee around his waist and pulling him down into him. Puffing out relaxed breaths upon feeling safe and protected under his weight and Harry always smiles into the crook of her neck when she tries to cuddle him as if she wants to be his skin.

He’s the most daddiest when she’s drunk, sick or stressed.

Never letting her go out of his sight when she’s dancing on the floor with her friends. If some man even tries to approach her and breaths in her direction he’s sprinting towards her and pawing at her hips to situate her closer to him whilst blowing those potential guys off with a monotone expression.

“Harry! Do a lil dancey dance with me!” She giggles, making him sway with her and looking up at him with glassy floaty eyes.

“Bunny. ‘s late, time to go home.” He tells her, pinching her chin to plant his lips against hers and she squirms giving him a timid smile, “Okie. But I’ve to pee.”

“Me too!” Her friends chimes from behind her and Harry rolls his eyes playfully, gesturing all of them to follow him.

“C’mon you spies, not lettin’ ya’ll go alone.”

He waits for them outside the washroom while they do their business and he has his arms always splayed open for when his lovie comes back and he’s welcoming her in his embrace warmly with a sweet smile.

Dying with fond injecting in his every vein when she slurs and blabbers, “Home.”

Walking her up the stairs of their flat’s building is the most hefty struggle while she’s a sleepy, clumsy and giggly muck of doe gleaming eyes and swollen pretty lips drooling over Harry testing his patience while he makes her take one step at a time.

“Darling, bunny, just some mo' steps lovin’.” He coos at her, putting a firm hand under her bum and heaving her up into him so she doesn’t falls.

“Mhmmm you’re so pretty, daddy.” Harry’s head snaps in surprise as he stares down at her in adoring amusement and push her head under his chin while she slings her arms around his waist lazily.

Sometimes, she gets him so flustered he doesn’t know how to respond.

She whines and cries in dishevelment when Harry makes her sit on the cold marble counter and wipes her makeup off.

“I just wan’ to sleep!” She toes at his torso trying to push him away but he grabs it and tuts, glowering at her strictly, “You’re g'na complain in the mornin’. Sleepin’ with makeup makes ye' breakout remember?” When she still huffs and slumps giving him a hard time to clean her he’s pinching her chin and giving her a gentle jerk.

“Bunny. Stop with ye' battiness.” He grunts not letting his facade slip when she mewls stroking her cheek up and down his lightly stubble covered cheek softly.

“Else what? Y'never punish a sleepy bunny.” She smirks at him foppishly and lazily knowing damn well that one of thing Harry doesn’t do’s tease or punish her when she’s tuckered out and on the edge of sleeping on him.

“You don’t test me bratty woman.” She squeals when he takes hold of her panties to pull them down her legs, slapping her mound once discarding it in the hamper and he sighs when she’s already snoring lightly, slobbering his throat with her mouth parted comically.

After pattering her face with loving kisses he’s tucking her under the layers of blankets and letting her use him as her stuffie.

“Aw poor baby.” He mumbles, kissing her forehead when he finds her burning up against him and he’s quickly rummaging for thermometer from the night stand and the tissues he had stashed for emergencies.

“I don’t feel good,” His heart breaks when Y/N croaks out weakly and tries to crawl up his chest to stuff her face in his musky neck but her frail limbs gives out making her cry out.

“It’s okay bunny, ‘s okay. How but I make you some soup. Then y'take your medicines like a good girl of mine, then if your condition gets worse we’ll go to doctor, yeah baby?” He talks to her gently and sweetly, stroking her hair and peppering kisses to her temples.

“Just last bite, moppet.” Harry hovers the spoon infront of her and sighs when she shakes her head pushing his wrist away, “I’ll puke.” She sniffs blowing her nose harshly in the tissue .

“The bin’s right here, bunny.” He smoothens his hand down her spine putting the tray aside carefully to snuggle and comfort her as she cries softly against his chest.

“’M so sorry baby, you’ll be alright in the morning.” He couldn’t see her in such condition. It pulls and tugs at his heart so painfully he feels himself hurting.

“Oi. Why you crying, hmm?” He cups her cheek and makes her look at him as she skims her eyes away from him jn embarrassment.

“I —- You’re so caring and loving, treats me so good and it makes me c.. cr–-,” She hiccups finding it hard to breath and Harry rubs her back, whispering affinities in her ear making her finally sob, “Cry....” He chuckles softly pelting kisses upon kisses on her puffy eyelids, soaky dried up cheeks, her frowned up forehead, her wobbly chin and her nipping love bites down her chest then blowing raspberries at his own slick covering her skin making her giggle through her hiccups.

“I love you.” She whispers droopily, head lulling to his chest when the effect of medicine finally starts to kick in.

“I love you too, I want my healthy and happy bunny back.” He mumbles, inhaling a huge puff of her scent and squishes her lovingly.

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coldflame96 · 3 years

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Lunch Break

Summary: Tohru skips lunch to avoid being an inconvenience. Thankfully, she has a loving huband to set her straight.

Rating: G

Also found on AO3 and FF.net

Inspired by a RL situation with a friend of mine.

The store was busy today. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast and she was starting to get hungry. They had just finished with the last customer in line.

“Hey, Tohru-kun,” Her supervisor got her attention, “I know it’s kinda late, but did you wanna take your lunch break?”

“Yes,” she sighed in relief. “Thank you, Kaori-san.”

She opened the mini fridge and felt her heart skip a beat. It was empty...She thought back to when she had left this morning and rested her head on the counter, groaning. She must’ve forgotten it in the fridge this morning.

“What’s wrong?” Kaori-san asked.

“I was in such a rush this morning I forgot my lunch,” she admitted shamefully.

“Oh, well that’s no big deal! Just go to the cafe around the corner. Kenji-kun is working and he likes me so just tell him I sent you and he’ll make whatever you want for free.”

“I can’t do that!”

“Eh? Why? Will your husband get jealous? He doesn’t have to know.”

She shook her head. “Kenji-kun is always working so hard I can’t trouble him like that!”

“Trouble him?” Kaori-san laughed. “Man, you’re really funny sometimes, Tohru-kun.” She frowned. She was sure Kaori-san didn’t mean anything by it, but sometimes it felt like she was a small child being dismissed even though they were close to the same age. She didn’t really like it...

“Oh! Good afternoon!” Kaori-san greeted as the bell rung.

Well...her shift was over soon anyway. Might as well just hold out until she got home. She would be fine.

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She wasn’t fine. It had been a rough day. She ended up having to stay three hours later than initially planned due to a coworker calling off sick. She clenched her stomach. She was so hungry!

On shaky legs, she managed to let herself into their apartment. Thankfully, her and Kyo-kun had gone grocery shopping yesterday so there was enough there to make something easy.

Just the thought of eating made her stomach yowl in protest.

She set up two boiling pots of water, one for rice, the other for the potatoes.

She mustered up whatever energy she could to start peeling the potatoes, arms heavy with fatigue. She was really tired. Hopefully Kyo-kun wouldn’t be too disappointed if she tucked in early after dinner.

She heard the creak of the door. “Tohru?” Oh, so he was home already.

“Kyo-kun!” she jumped up from the table, apparently too fast as it made her woozy, and tried to run to greet her husband but ended up tripping on the way, strong arms keeping her afloat from under her shoulders.

“Whoa! Clumsier than usual, huh?”

This would normally be the time when she would defend herself, but her tongue was...stuck.

Kyo-kun, always so perceptive, cocked his head in concern. “Tohru, are you okay?” he stroked her cheek. “You look pale.”

Say something. “I-I’m fine, Kyo-kun.”

He wasn’t convinced. “You don’t really look fine.” He put a warm hand on her forehead, brow furrowed. “You don’t have a fever..”

She pulled away, careful not to be too abrupt. “I’m fine, really! I just feel a bit faint. Once I get something to eat, I’m sure I’ll be right as rain!”

“What, did you take your lunch break really early today or something?”

She giggled nervously. “Yeah, something like that.”

“What time did you eat?”

She froze, blanching. She was never a very good liar, and with the way he was staring at her now, she knew she wasn’t getting anything past him.

“Before I left,” she mumbled.

“Huh?”

She cleared her throat. “Last time I ate was...before I left.”

Kyo-kun gave her a steady look. “That was over 11 hours ago.”

She averted her eyes shamefully. His fingers crooked her chin up so they were facing each other. “Tohru, why would you not eat?”

“I-um-” she floundered, “I was in a rush this morning and I completely forgot to pack my lunch and I didn’t realize it until I was already there.”

“There’s a cafe down the street from you. Why didn’t you just order from them?”

“W-well, I-I thought about it but I didn’t really have time to go pick anything up.”

“So have someone else do it. You could’ve called me and I would’ve brought you something.”

She waved her hands. “Well, everyone was really busy and I didn’t wanna bother them and have them make food for me. It’s my own fault I forgot my lunch, not theirs and-”

He groaned, “Tohru, you’re not bothering anyone, that’s literally their job. They get paid to make food for people. Including you.”

She knew that. Of course she knew that. She’d been kicking herself for it all day. “By the time I had time for a break, I was already almost off anyway, so I figured I would just wait til I got home.”

He cupped her cheeks. “You should’ve eaten something sooner, a pack of crackers, anything. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

She jerked away. “I’m fine, really!” And then she swayed and soon enough she was in the air, tossed over her husband's shoulder like a sack.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” he asked nonchalantly, not even grunting with the effort of carrying her at all, which she vowed to file away for future use. “I’m taking my wife to bed.” Almost married for a year now and she still felt a tingle in her chest when he called her that.

“What?! But- but dinner!-”

“I’ll finish it.” And then he gently tossed her on their bed. “Last thing we need is for you to pass out while cooking.”

She wanted to argue, to protest, but the longer she sat, the more the energy left her. And all that was left...was shame. Shame at herself for not eating over something so silly, shame that Kyo-kun had to come home from a long day just to worry about her...Her throat got choked up and she felt her eyes go misty.

“Tohru?” He asked softly. He was always so kind, so much kinder than she ever deserved. Long fingers fanned her cheeks, wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes and he was kneeling in front of her now at eye level. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m always being stupid and making you worry about me.”

“You’re not stupid and if I don’t worry about you, then who will?” She didn’t have much of an answer to that. “I’m not mad at you,” he sighed out, “And I don’t mind taking care of you. If you don’t want me to worry, then you should be better at taking care of yourself once in a while.”

She sniffed, nodding. “Right. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” He grabbed something out of his pocket. “Here.”

She scrunched her eyebrow at the wrapped snack. “A granola bar?”

“You need something in your system before dinner. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.”

He was always so rational. She smiled softly. “Thank you.”

He hummed in response, pushing her hair back to kiss her forehead. “I’ll come get you when dinner’s ready. Just sit here and relax for a bit.”

And then he was gone.

She obediently opened her granola bar, chewing in slow, careful bites. She really would have to be more careful, wouldn’t she? It wasn’t like Kyo-kun could trail her around to make sure she wasn’t hurting. She smiled at that visual image. Cute.

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, sinking into the mattress, slowly getting through her granola.

“Oi,” she got a light bonk on the head and she jolted.

“Oh, Kyo-kun! You’re back already?”

He raised an eyebrow and then burst into chuckles.

“What?”

“I’ve never seen someone space out while eating a granola bar.” he stroked her hair. “You’re really adorable sometimes.”

She blushed and he just laughed some more and she felt her breath leave her a bit. He really was beautiful, wasn’t he?

“C’mon, come eat with me. I’ve missed you.” She knew he meant it. Kyo-kun didn’t just say things to butter her up. Before she could respond though, she was being hoisted from under her knees into the air.

She squeaked in surprise and wrapped her arms instinctively around his neck. “Kyo-kun, I can walk on my own,” she protested weakly.

He shrugged, smirking. “It’s more fun this way.”

He started walking out, effortlessly. Did she weigh anything to him at all?

“Nah, you’re pretty light.” he responded, and she stiffened as she realized she said that out loud.

“Am I?” She’d always thought she was pretty average sized.

“I’ve held kittens heavier than you,” he drawled.

She pouted, huffing, “Now you’re just bullying me.”

He snorted. “You love it though, don’t you?”

Well, two could play at that game. “Of course!” she chirped innocently, “I love everything about you.” And then she kissed his jawline sweetly and watched with delight as his cheeks turned pink and his grip slackened enough that she could slide down to the floor gently.

She saw the spread on the table and clapped her hands together. “Wow, Kyo-kun! It looks so good!” Then she grinned at him. “You’re so amazing!”

His face almost matched his hair now. “It’s not a big deal,” he mumbled, “It’s just dinner.”

They’ve known each other for almost half a decade now and he still got so bashful over the smallest things.

She threaded her fingers through his. “Thank you.”

The shy smile he gave her made it all worth it.

“Hey, Tohru?” he asked as she sat down to eat. She looked up at him curiously. “Please don’t do this to yourself again. Just call next time. You’re never a bother. Not to me.”

Of course she knew that. It had been clear to her for a long time, but it didn't stop her eyes from getting watery. Her traitorous brain still sometimes told her she wasn't worth it, and here he was to tell her otherwise. She wondered if she'd ever get used to it.

"Oi, don't get all weepy on me now," he scolded gently. "You need to eat."

She rubbed her eyes. "Right."

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It’d been over two weeks since that incident and she’d been extra diligent to make sure she brought her lunch with her every day.

Kyo-kun had said she could call him if she needed to, but she still wanted to avoid doing that if she could.

She felt the rumble of her stomach. She had finished with wiping the counters, cleaning the windows, and organizing the snack areas. She should ask Kaori-san for a break soon…

"Hey, Tohru-kun," oh! And there she was! "There's a super hot guy over there checking you out! I know you're married so you want me to send him away?"

She scrunched her brow. Super hot…? She looked where Kaori-san was pointing and her eyes widened at the familiar copper hair.

"Kyo-kun!" She gasped.

"Wait, you know him?" But she was already running from behind the counter, only vaguely registering Kaori-san calling her.

She only had eyes for the man in front of her, still in his gi and looking so effortlessly handsome.

"Kyo-kun!" She grabbed his sleeve.

He smiled at her. "Oh, hey. That was quick."

"Wh-what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the dojo?"

"I'm on lunch. I wanted to see you. Have you taken your break yet?"

"Uhh, no, I was just about to…"

"Take it now." He nodded towards the counter where Kaori-san was watching them with rapt attention. "That's your supervisor?"

"Yes."

"Want me to tell her?" The woman in question narrowed her eyes.

"No, that's okay!" She waved her hands. "I've gotten a lot done already so I'm sure she won't mind! I can..ask her."

"Alright, I'll wait here then."

His eyes lingered on her as she carefully made her way behind the counter to grab her lunch.

"Sorry for the short notice, Kaori-san, but I wanted to take my break now if you don't mind."

"Just a minute, Tohru-kun," Kaori-san stopped her in her tracks. And then she lowered her voice. "Who is that guy?"

"Eh? He's my husband!"

"Him?" Then she put her chin in her hands. "Wow, no wonder you're always talking about him. You hit the jackpot, didn’t you?"

Tohru felt something warm in her chest and she whispered fondly, "Yeah, I did."

"Does he have a twin by any chance? Brother, sister, it doesn't matter to me."

"Sorry, Kaori-san," she said sheepishly, "he's one of a kind." And he’s mine, a tiny, possessive part of her brain whispered. "I'm going on break now so I'll see you later."

And she left before Kaori-san could give a proper response. In the past, she would be worried about coming off rude and she would probably apologize later, but she had a wonderful husband waiting for her and he was first priority.

And as they walked out hand in hand, she was reminded not for the first time and certainly not the last, how blessed she was to have him.

#kyoru #furuba #fruits basket #tohru honda #kyo sohma

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time-to-write-and-suffer · 3 years

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The soul stone war is a game that I've seen before and its on my list. Was wondering if you coudl tell more about how you feel about it, especially the villain romance if you chose that one.

Uuh, sure. I'll do it in a bullet list cuz it's been a while since I've played it and I can't really be bothered to put a whole coherent post together.

I should also encourage you to read some reviews on the Steam store page. They basically repeat a lot of the points I'm about to make.

The main character is a useless waif. Like, even if you pass the skill checks, there are multiple instances where you're forced to pass out, be injured, kidnapped, or otherwise victimized. They're so helpless and out of their element that it becomes hard to believe any of the much more capable and skilled people around them would ever find them compelling or interesting and consider them anything more than a burden. Yet you’re somehow also the most important person in the whole squad, and they keep protecting and helping you no matter how you treat them. Because hey, that’s the protagonist!

On that note, the romances are dull as hell. All characters are vaguely nice and friendly, some are just more snarky/broody than others. You can "friendmance" people, which is a good concept in theory, but in practice it involves your character being unaware of their own emotions. It further adds to how incapable and clueless they seem. Plus, it never becomes clear why any of the ROs would be romantically interested in the protagonist, especially when they have established connections with other people on the squad already. You’re playing a rando who just shows up one day, bumbles about uselessly, but then becomes the most important person ever to them. Sure.

The plot is filled with contrivances. The main one being that the main character is involved in it at all. They're basically forced into it despite showing no particular skills or talents, and the only excuse we ever get for them sticking around is ... uh ... the big-booby elf lady said they were cute. The author simply didn't bother coming up with a better reason for them to be involved, knowing that there would be one eventually that would justify it in the end, but giving us nothing to work with in the moment, no personal reason and no agency. It feels very cheap.

The world and worldbuilding are basically the most generic fantasy thing you can imagine. The author even answered some questions on their Tumblr about the political structure of the land as "You know Skyrim? Like that." Elements and character dynamics and even minor phrases and words are lifted wholesale from franchises like Dragon Age and The Elder Scrolls. One of the first things your character can say is a reference to Dragon Age, but it's never brought up again and we never get an explanation for what it means in this universe or why the character would say it. One of the first lines in your "own" unique world shouldn't be a tee hee cutesy reference to some other well-established universe.

The tone is all over the place. One moment you're joking around about something the big-boobied blond elf said, the next your character is being tortured by some werewolf woman or some god-entity, and there’s nothing they can do to escape, so you just sit there and have to endure all this torture porn. And then it’s right back to the repetitive jokes and snarky narration.

I’m serious about the torture porn. One of the MC’s backgrounds includes their transgender friend being murdered for being trans. Another includes your character almost getting sexually assaulted. The third involves your younger brother dying. There’s no reason for any of this to be included other than to show how dark and edgy this world is and how your character is running from their past or whatever.

Speaking of dark and edgy, the villain gets a lot of screen time, and it’s mostly him brooding about how evil he is while the narration creams itself over how hot he is, also. But the author acts surprised over how he’s the most popular character in the fandom, and deflects most criticisms for his route as “it’s self-indulgent” and “it’s a secret route just for me, I didn’t think anyone else would play it.” Bro why’d you put it there, then? With instructions in-game on how to reach it?

The writing is genuinely some of the worst I’ve read. I hate to use this word unironically, but it was cringeworthy at times. It’s supposed to be this epic fantasy, but most of the time it feels like it’s chasing the high of a found family in a video game squad, without actually knowing what makes those particular tropes work. It’s simplistic and extremely repetitive, relying more on character tropes and “tumblr meme” interactions than genuine character building and conflict. It also tries and mostly fails to be funny, but that’s more subjective, I guess. Take a shot every time the text goes “thank you very much!” and you’ll be out in a few clicks.

Pacing whomst? Everything happens in the span of like a week or a month, but suddenly your character and their RO are like, in love and all weepy about it? Oh no I almost lost you my dear darling baby, let me tearfully declare how important you are to me. Nevermind the fact that we met four days ago.

The villainmance is the only vaguely interesting thing in the story and it's pretty evident it's the author's favorite thing to write. They've said how it's just a "self-indulgent" thing that wasn't supposed to be popular (I do not believe a word of this), but it's by far the most interesting thing just based on the fact that it's not only the most plot-relevant romance, but it's also the one with the most stakes and drama and the most varied dynamics. There’s genuine, justified angst and emotion in the concept of it at times that is missing from literally every other interaction and grimdark moment.

That being said, I wouldn’t say the villainmance is healthy, so don’t go into it looking for that. The dynamics are way off-balance and a lot of the route in the first game is your character being attracted to the man who’s torturing them and wanting to be tortured again just to interact with him. If you’re into that, then you might be into this story, but if you’re not then you’ll be put off by it.

The Asian-coded character has a "yellow" skintone and is a half-dragon.

The reason there's transphobia in this world and the player can't be trans is is because the "gods" of this world don't want any mortals to have the ability to "change their gender" because that would make them too similar to the gods. However, nonbinary characters are fine, and you can play as one. Because as we all know, binary trans people are just out there "changing their gender" all willy nilly. That's how that works, right? While nonbinary characters are always born nonbinary and nobody assigns genders to their children in this world? Idk how any of this makes any sense but go off, I guess. This isn't in the actual game AFAIK but something I read on the author's Tumblr, so take it as you will. The actual transphobia is in the game, though. Because reasons.

Overall, it’s a lot of half-baked concepts, unfunny writing, and needless torture porn for the sake of torture porn. Plus it’s not even a whole story, it’s just the first part of a series/trilogy? Maybe it’ll get better as it goes, but I wouldn’t hold my breath tbh.

#eff plays

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imissthembutitwasntadisaster · 3 years

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Thoughts on the Vampire Diaries before I watch the final episode

Look at where we are!!! Look at where we started!!!

I didn’t think I would care for this story as much as I did, but I do and I’m oddly weepy. I’m going to cry so much this episode I know it.

Please don’t think these will be my last thoughts I have Many and you will never be rid of them.

I understand why a lot of people dislike Elena in the later seasons - her characterisation, like many’s, went downhill. I cannot however, understand why they dislike her in the early seasons. She’s so good! and she knows what is good! “It matters and you know it”! She is Right and I love her!

The fact that Damon, who wasn’t loved by Katherine, ended up with Elena, and Stefan, who was, ended up with Caroline... I don’t know why that specifically is important but it is crucial actually.

Bonnie’s characterisation was butchered at times, and she definitely didn’t deserve the suffering that was inflicted constantly on her. She didn’t have to lose Enzo, for example, because there was no point to it. it felt superfluous. However, I think there is something extremely important in the fact that she’s the most physically powerful of the main characters because of her magic, but her truest greatest power is forgiveness. She forgives, over and over again, and I don’t see that as weakness, or letting things slide. I see that as an incredible strength. It takes will to forgive, and she has that in spades.

Bonnie and Enzo really stole my heart in like four episodes. They’re so romantic! and sweet! and genuine and open and good! I’m SO SAD about Enzo!!!!!

Also look at how much Bonnie has grown. Look at her. She.

I would still die for Caroline. She has remained incredible throughout. She cares so much about everything. And she’s been chosen first! She wasn’t always second choice!!! Her!!!

This show is constantly weirdly easy to read through a Christian lens and I adore that.

As best as I can remember, considering this is a first watch through, 8>6>2>1>3>4>5>7. I know I have bad taste, please leave me alone.

It’s about Love! It’s about the saving power of Love! And the different ways in which that manifests!!!

Hey remember when I hated Damon so much it was a visceral loathing? fun times.

I have a lot of thoughts about Damon and selfishness actually. Because he never actually becomes selfless! and that’s OK! Like when he sacrifices himself so Stefan and Elena can live, that’s not selfless, that’s not because he wants them both to live long lives. It felt more to me that he couldn’t bear to lose either of them, so he was willing to lose himself instead, which I love.

Oh but he has become My Boy his redemption means so much, it was so good! It’s possibly actually one of the less flawed redemption arcs I’ve seen! It was mostly coherent! He’s so weird and full of love for people and has terrible fashion sense and I love him so much.

Bonnie and Damon snuck up on me, and are now my favourite relationship of the show. They’re BEST FRIENDS!!! They hang out! They chat! They dance together! They have the best hugs!!!

Damon in general is such a good friend though, because he’s so open about everything, he keeps his heart so much on his sleeve, and that’s wonderful because it means as soon as he has a friend he’s like anyway I love you and even if I don’t say it let me show you oh I’m just going to apologise to you for the first time in the show after literally telling you I never apologise because I love you so much even though you literally came to this town to kill me. Let him be friends with everyone! he deserves it!

Speaking of, he and Caroline? being friends? she laughs at him? everything the world needed.

Stefan and Caroline are impeccable together I’m so happy they got to get married. A June wedding!!! THE June wedding!!!!!!! I love a wedding! The best! Disappointed that it was blown up, but we move, and at least no one was murdered this time.

Julie Plec is an only child I’m sure of it but also she understands that “you’re my sibling” is an explanation for everything, good or bad, and sure that is accurate.

Stefan and Damon’s relationship is so important to me. The grey-ness of it! The attempts to create this good/bad dichotomy that constantly break down until they admit that they’re the same! foolish, messed up men who are trying to be Good. I love them both so much it’s stupid.

I miss Jenna.

Season 1: Life/death. Season 2: Revelations/truth/discovery. Season 3: Grief/Change. Season 4: Trial/difficulty/endurance. Season 5: heaven knows. Season 6: humanity. Season 7: someone please tell me I have no idea because the writers didn’t either. Season 8: Forgiveness/community (you can’t save yourself! but someone else always will! and that’s the point!!!)

You know when you have that work of fiction that is almost life-altering, which becomes Yours? That you consume it and it becomes lodged in your heart deeper than any other, and will stay with you all your days? I think this is one of those. I am so grateful that I started watching it.

Every Taylor Swift song ever has actually been written about this show! How wonderful!

#tvd #the vampire diaries #my heart my whole heart every inch #and every cranny

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“does this come in black?”

SOME GENERAL HEADCANONS ABOUT PANSY PARKINSON, BECAUSE SHE DESERVES TO BE FLESHED OUT...

(i’m disregarding canon because canon sucks for so many slytherins. anyway...)

so pansy is the youngest of a family of three

she had two older brothers who were older than her by like, 8 and 9 years

so when she goes to hogwarts, she does not have a clan, thus her immediately making friends with draco. she had to find a pack quick.

also, since her brothers are so much older than her, she has this kind of weird attitude where she had the attention of an only child but also the power of being the youngest sibling?

her parents definitely dote on her. she’s the only girl in the family, y’know?

but also, because of that, a lot of pressure is on her shoulders

she has a lot to live up to and she is very much that kid who wants her parents’ approval

i think what puts pansy in slytherin is her cunning

pansy definitely knows how to get what she wants, and even if she isn’t always subtle about it, she manages to get it, in the end.

and she loves gossip, so she learns so much from the grapevine that she could use against you in she really wanted to...

i also think she has a fair bit of self-preservation

although blaise is clearly the best in this category, maybe he gives her tips every once in a while

i agree with the majority of the fandom that she is a lesbian and pretends to be in love with draco as a cover up

they’re actually just really great friends. i think that around fourth year, draco stops seeing her as being lesser and actually starts to enjoy her company.

yes, pansy can be annoying as hell, but so can he so honestly kudos to them for being able to handle each other

also! pansy, draco, theo nott, and blaise zabini are an iconic friend group, you cannot convince me otherwise

and being the only girl in the group, she has an interesting role to play

again, pansy has two brothers, so she’s definitely comfortable hanging out with the boys - maybe even more so than hanging out with other girls

she’s also very blunt

which means if any of the boys are saying anything sexist, she is calling them out before they even finish, her argument very convincing because she knows your every thought and will use it against you.

so she can definitely hold her own in the friend group, don’t think she’s out of place, because she most definitely is not

she and draco are the more dramatic friends

she and blaise are the silently-judging-you friends

and she and theo are a more unlikely pair but they can bond over feeling left out or alienated, sometimes

(theo is a half-blood with some clear daddy issues that make it hard for him to socialize and pansy is disliked by the other girls in her year for a number of reasons. the two of them often go to each other to have someone to study with or talk literature. any emotional or quiet moments are spent with theo.)

and what i also love is that pansy is affectionate and she brings that out in all of the boys

draco definitely lets her do it the most: he will 10/10 put his head in her lap and allow her to stroke his hair while he complains about potter, weasley, and granger

and theo will let her hold onto his arm while they read in the common room

and while blaise is the least into her affection, she will put a hand on his shoulder before leaving the group and he suppresses a smile

give blaise affection, damnit

i just feel like pansy can be really sweet with those she cares about

and she really does c a r e about those boys

maybe she became friends with them for the clout at the beginning, but she really grew to trust them and lean on them in her times of need.

and i feel like the stereotypical mean girl™ pansy is a phase that she kind of grows out of by fourth year

because after cedric comes back dead, things are real

i wish we got to have a slytherin character that the trio was friends with in the 5th year and on, because there could have been so much insight as to how the kids of death eaters were coping. but i guess that’s too much for j.k. so...

and yeah muggle-borns are beneath her and shouldn’t be able to come to her same school, but should they die?

i feel like that’s a big leap in ideology right there, and it’s hard to know who would be fine with taking that jump.

but, remember, pansy wants her family's approval

so, for the sake of appearances, she does her best to hold things together

and maybe it’s blaise that gives her quiet, innocuous tips on how to keep a stiff upper lip.

he’s been there. he knows what it’s like to have rumors swirl around your family.

and maybe it’s draco that sits with her in the common room, letting her vent while he braids her hair

he’s been there. he knows what it’s like to have people be wary of your family.

and maybe it’s theo that slips her notes in class with inspiring quotes from his latest novel

he’s been there. he knows what it’s like to be a mistrusted outsider.

and she keeps it all in.

oh! and i know that hermione says that pansy is thick, but pansy isn’t an idiot.

she’s average at most things, and if she loves it she will put in the time to improve.

she’s actually really good at defense against the dark arts

and in the summer before her sixth year she made her own spell to bypass the charmed locks on her parents’ liquor cabinet (she had been trying to get in for at least a year)

she, theo, draco, and blaise drank together for the first time that night and got piss drunk

draco is actually a weepy, sad drunk

blaise is a happy, affectionate drunk

theo is that kind of philosophical drunk who just wants to give an entire essay on the meaning of life or wants to talk for five hours about his favorite kind of chocolate

and pansy is that kind of reckless drunk who just really wants to slide down the banister

they tried to play truth or dare but draco wouldn’t stop crying about how he had actually been really mean to buckbeak and pansy was one dare away from attempting to apparate without prior training.

ANYWAY

yes, pansy’s mean and she’s a bully, but she is loyal to a fault when it comes to her friends

and she is protective as hell

she wants you to pull a wand on her. she dares you to.

she will hex you into next week without a second thought

oh, and as for physical traits, i’ve always imagined pansy with a black bob and bangs

she definitely has the best winged eyeliner and dark lip

and if another slytherin asks her how she does it, at first she’ll think it’s some kind of roundabout way to be mean, but when she sees they’re genuine, she will 100% teach them, giving them an old eyeliner she doesn’t use anymore

she’s also short! blaise will make fun of her and she will not hesitate to obliterate his kneecaps.

i like to think that she thought of herself as not being pretty when she was younger, but blaise was like,,, beauty is literally just makeup

and then she learns and is instantly in love.

she goes for a dramatic look. all. the. time.

and being a part of the sacred 28, she probably got a dark mark alongside draco - maybe after him, before their seventh year

and he is there for her, telling her everything is going to be okay.

and after voldemort is gone, they leave ugly scars

and theo knows what that’s like - to have ugly scars that remind you of terrible realities - so he takes her to get a tattoo to cover it

and it’s a vine full of flowers - black and white pansies

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

#hp #hp golden trio #pansy parkinson #slytherin #hogwarts #imagine #would include #headcanons #draco malfoy #theodore nott #blaise zabini #fluff #angst #general headcanons

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years

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Imagine during live with Cal she's like "I've been craving [favorite snack] but I can never them at my store" and then Cal is at his goto grocery store and sees them and buys like 5 of them. And then he just mails them to her with some other goodies and a few pictures of Duke and him and ~him~ 😉👉👉 and she posts the carepackage on her ig story and everyone on twiter is freaking out bc they remember her comment on live

I’m seeing a vision! I tweaked this just a little.

Here’s part one, two, and three. It’s the Distance series on my masterlist.

Feel free to send me any ideas you have for this universe. I’ll try to use as many as I can, while still progress the story along!

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So Calum’s waiting at the airport, sunglasses and baseball cap. It doesn’t completely make him unrecognizable. But it helps enough. He had planned to get the airport right as she was landing so that he could avoid the crowd as he waited. He got to the airport and she hadn’t texted him yet. So he assumed that the plane got delayed just a little bit. So Calum just waits and a couple fans approach him, asking for a quick picture. He obliges but when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket, he graciously backs out. “Sorry I can’t chat for longer. Here to pick someone up.”

And the fans totally understand and thank him again for the time he did spend with them. When Calum checks his phone, there’s a text from her: On my way out now. Plane had to circle for a bit before a strip opened up for them to land. Calum’s not worried and keeps his gaze glued to the sliding doors. There area few minutes, that feel like an eternity, but soon the sea of people starts to thin and Calum can spot her, with her suitcase next to her and she’s glancing around too.

And just before he calls out her name, she spots him. Her bright is just as big and she runs over, colliding into his chest. And Calum’s trying not to think of how she somehow just seems to fit into his arms and how he really likes having her there with him even though it’s only been literal seconds. And she’s trying not to think about how Calum’s scent of Old Spice, faded but not gone cologne, and Gain detergent reminds her of her childhood and she’s not even sure how that happened, but it did. Dear God, save their souls.

So inside the truck, after getting her suitcase into the truck, Calum points to the bag at her feet on the floor the passenger seat. “Didn’t bring Duke, but I did bring snacks.”

So as she peers inside she sees her favorite snacks. “You did not!”

“I was going to ship them to you. But by the time, I was able to get my hands on some, travel restrictions her lifting and like, we started planning on your visit. So I just held onto them. They haven’t expired! I checked.”

“Thank you,” she returns, stretching against the seatbelt and kissing cheek. So she pulls out her phone and starts recording. And it’s just the profile of Calum’s face as he’s working to get through the traffic of the airport, but it’s fine. “So this man, right over there,” and her hand comes into frame as she gently pokes his cheek, “bought me my favorite snacks? And like, where the hell have they been hiding all the good men like you at? Thanks, Cal.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiles, throwing a quick glance in her direction and into the camera. But on the inside, he’s trying not to LITERALLY die. Because she just kissed him. Yeah, it was on the cheek, but still. It fucking counts. That was a kiss. She initiated that and holy shit, he really needs to focus on the road but his cheek is tingling from the brief contact of her soft lips. Calum hopes he’s playing this really cool, but he’s so not cool on the inside. No, right now his pits are a swamp, and he’s pretty sure he might vomit, but right now he has to keep it together. He’s not thirteen for fuck sake, but everything feels so new in that first puppy love kind of ordeal. Even he’s over himself for reacting this way, but still as the drive settles in, his stomach still tenses up a little when she laughs and he’s hearing it in person and not ever speakers or through headphones. It’s ten times more magical in person.

Soon they get to his place. As she gets situated, Duke’s sniffs around her, but doesn’t go straight up to her. However, a couple hours later, while she and Calum are in the kitchen, figuring out what to eat for lunch, Duke walks up to her. She feels his snout at the back of her heel and she laughs because it tickles. “Hello, nice to finally meet you Mr. Duke.”

He looks up at the sound of his name and then when she squats down, her palms up for Duke to sniff at. Calum’s heart is melting in his chest. He knows that this is it for him. He’s literally falling off the deep end because Duke, who’s not great with folks, is approaching her, of all people. If Duke falls in love, then he has not choice. That’s it, that’s a wrap.

She doesn’t want to startle the old man, so she settles for some sniffs and gives him some head scratches and Duke’s content with that. He can handle that before going over to Calum and then flopping onto his belly. “I would be offended but I know that’s your human,” she jokes. She misses her own dog. Calum mentioned Duke still being a little hesitant around other dogs and she arranged for a friend to watch them. She would have daily video calls though and that would be enough for the five days she was out of town.

And later on, in the day, while she’s stretched out on Calum’s couch with her head in his lap and Duke curled up on the opposite side of Calum, she scrolls through Twitter. The TV’s playing a rom-com that she didn’t have to to beg Calum too much to watch. The fans are having a RIOT over the video you just posted. With comments like: He remembered her favorite snacks. Wow, what a world to live in when i can stan a thoughtful King. And a few others. One sticks out, I totally get that their relationship is their business. But omg, this is love if I’ve ever seen it. Calum and her both deserve this. Attached is a bunch of crying emojis along with the weepy eyes one too.

“You begged me to watch this movie, and you’re on your phone,” Calum teases.

“It’s a commercial break, thank you very much.” But she’s just staring up at him, the cut of his jaw and the way his eyes melt when he looks at Duke. She’s not sure how she’s going to be able to leave.

As the movie resumes, she sits back up, the comments on Twitter forgotten. Because it’s just getting to the good part, the climax of every rom-com ever where the two fated loves are on the brink of losing it all, and Calum’s not even paying attention to it because he’s trying to memorize the way she looks curled up on his couch, and the way her nose wrinkles when she laughs, and the way scoots closer to the edge of the cushions like she can’t get close enough. She just belongs there and Calum’s praying that the universe treats him right just this once.

As the week continues on, they fall into a easily into a routine and they sight see and just hang around the local shops and places that Calum loves. She snaps so many pictures of Calum, when he’s looking, when he’s not looking. One morning along with her morning cup of tea, there’s a stack of photos. They’re polaroids and some are really tiny, some are bigger. “What’s this?”

“When I got you the snacks, I was gonna send along some photos too. Make it like a care package, and I didn’t want you to leave without them.” So she looks through all, with pictures of Duke, and Calum and Duke and some just of him and she smiles softly. One specifically, of Calum and Duke chilling in Calum’s backyard is just small enough to fit in the tiny slot between her phone and the clear backing of her phone case, so she slips it inside, so the picture faces out and it’s not obstructed by the Pop Socket on the back of it.

Calum only notices it later in the evening when they’re out at dinner and she’s put her phone face down onto the table. His heart is goo, and while it was goo a long time ago, it’s definitely goo now and he’s not even phased. He’d rather his heart melt and run through his fingers if it means she’s the one with the bucket to collect it all.

-H

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awkwardspiritanimals · 3 years

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75 Bob’s Burgers quote prompts

This was mostly done as a joke, but also I did kind of want it and also I did do all the work for it, so here are 75 fic prompts based on quotes from Bob’s Burgers, seasons 2-10. Use them as a starting point or include them in your fic itself, totally up to you.

“More subtle. Move off explosives.”

“Your mom’s not being seduced right now, and I shouldn’t have to say that to my kids.”

“I was gonna punch you, but I’m holding wine.”

“No, no, no. No curiosity in the hallways.”

“I haven’t seen her in a while, and I have to say I’ve enjoyed every minute of our time apart.”

“This is not the head I wanted them to find my bones in.”

“I like sexually charged, awkward, confusing things too.”

“Congratulations, you’ve now got stunts inside of you.”

“Hey, daytime whiskey. Wanna meet my CD collection?”

“Don’t look at me like that, turkey baster.”

“My good nipple is bleeding.”

“I happen to have some armpit hair nets with me.”

“I’m not gonna let this birthday win.”

“I thought those boulders looked traumatized.”

“You’re a high-value target in a low-value body.”

“Then we’ll climb up and see how rich squirrels live.”

“Or like that time I petted a dog and found a Cheeto.”

“You make me feel like I can jump over this parking meter.”

“Dad’s butt is very sturdy.”

“Oh god, they’re gonna sacrifice us. I hate this neighborhood!”

“Calm down. No one wants to cook, you weirdo.”

“Love is like a beautiful flower. But it can also be dangerous, like a tiger with a gun.”

“I’m not good at running around things, just stop so we can talk.”

“That’s all I’ve got. I don’t have advice, I’m nine.”

“Maybe he’s never seen a man’s back sweat as much as yours.”

“I’m gonna ride a rollercoaster with you, you disgusting beautiful garbage angel.”

“He’s like a piece of candy with hair.”

“I love you for real, not like these posers.”

“Our boyfriend is coming over any minute and he has a Bowflex.”

“But if we get murdered, don’t tell your father.”

“She loves revenge. Revenge and shrimp.”

“It’s a serious question. How does anyone poop anywhere?”

“Singles’ mixers are not illegal, but if they’re good, they are immoral.”

“I’m just gonna go take some more aspirin. How many can I take, like twenty?”

“God’s done some good work but he screwed up my birthday.”

“I didn’t lose them, I threw them to the moon. It made sense at the time.”

“You give the rest of us hope. Maybe a guy like me could win a gift certificate.”

“Most people would be turned on by a new brine.”

“Shouldn’t we call a doctor, or a tv show?”

“I’m looking at her and I literally cannot breathe.”

“Terrible name. I hate him because of his name.”

“What’s all this cocaine doing at school? Throw it away.”

“Think of it as the gift card of homemade gifts.”

“Alcohol does not solve problems, miss missy. It just makes them go away.”

“No, you signed me up, and now you’re bowing to grownup peer pressure.”

“You probably always had that soccer ball pattern on your forehead.”

“Maybe we’re too old to have fun.”

“Really? I think that jacket’s cute. I’d totally die in that jacket.”

“Look, we all just need to give me a second chance.”

“I’m getting a little weepy just being around all these bikes.”

“You see, this is why we need a net from the ceiling.”

“Work good, smell better. That’s what I say.”

“You have my word as an educator/rapper/healer.”

“No, weird like I feel like I should help you or give money to a charity that helps people like you.”

“I’ll do the sitting and waiting and driving cool.”

“You’re saying numbers, but that’s not necessarily math.”

“Did you buy five children’s coat racks?”

“You’re dumb. I mean, I-I love you too.”

“I always have athletic stuff to do.”

“I’m the good parent, everyone remember that.”

“Well, you walked into your baby shower, we all shouted surprise, and then you started crying tears of genuine emotional sadness.”

“They want to find out if they saw God or if it’s something radioactive.”

“I don’t want to hug you. That’s not ‘scared of long hugs.’”

“That’s an 8. Why would it be a boob?”

“Or what I think is a karate outfit? I don’t really get fashion.”

“When I proposed, I didn’t have a ring. I just gave her a high five. Uh, you know, a romantic one.”

“No, I put no food in my socks.”

“Wait, do you think I’m siding with the squirrel?”

“I have a lot of cousins. He’s the hot one.”

“Do you want me to set up a little bed in here so you can sleep near your friend?”

“Bring back good stuff to burn or don’t come back at all!”

“Firm but fair- unlike your body.”

“I’m sorry but I’ve got to pretend my cell phone’s not working right now.”

“Potatoes. They’re so beautiful.”

“There’s no way they make you wear a bra in heaven.”

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