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bloodycowboyclub · 1 year
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I do what I want. I say what I want. This AEW ring belongs to ME. And you can bet your ass - there is not a man in that locker room, there is not a man in this building, and there isn’t a man within a hundred miles that has the balls to come out here, look me in the eyes, and tell me any different.
[Hangman’s theme music hits]
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voidbeau · 4 months
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Argos thoughts
A 3am ramble about some thoughts on the boi while I get ready for bed.
And by get ready for bed i mean im going to que up for more ffxiv dailies and then crash when i'm done.
But for now i'm doing this...
From the very first episode, it's made pretty obvious that Argos was meant to be an annoying character.
I don't think he was created to be super liked at first. Especially since we know what the original plot for him was going to be.
But we all fell in love with him anyway. Go figure.
What a little heart fungus.
That being said, I hang onto the idea that Argos is just a pretty obnoxious personality to be around in general. And I think he's very aware of that.
Argos strikes me as the type to have let this negatively effect him for a good long while in the earlier parts of his life, but has learned to embrace it more and more as time has gone on. Even weaponize it.
Stuck in a conversation with someone you don't like?
Let's talk about boring leaf facts until they go away! And no, he will not shut up about it. He will give you no room to switch topics and if you try, he will bring it right back around to the next uninspiring fact, just you see.
And if this unwanted conversational partner is into the leaf facts, then Argos will simply begin loudly correcting them at every turn if they try to engage with him.
"UHM, ACTUALLY..."
On the other hand, wretched awkward silences abound while he's trying to talk to you?
Argos will fill that space with obnoxiously loud sipping until someone else says something.
But I think he does this when he's anxious too. Like, if he's clearly uncomfy, he's going to sip his drink like he's trying to suck in the cup itself thru his teeth.
But I like to think if you were to catch him in a state of calm, his sips would be very quiet.
But nobody gets to see this really.
We've seen that if you annoy him enough, Argos will likely just end your life.
Good for him, honestly.
But also, compared to Mr. Plant, Argos seems less likely to jump the gun straight to murder. Usually, anyway. This is situational. Especially since between him and Mr. Plant, Argos is the damage control.
Kind of a scary thought, ngl.
But anyway, if you're going to be an annoying miserable bitch to Argos, he'll fire right back baybee. But he'll do it with that signature Argos smile. And he'll do it like he's done nothing wrong in his life ever.
I just like the idea of sassy Argos.
He can be patient. He can be nice. Kind. Understanding. But there's a boiling point and god help you if he reaches it.
I don't know what I'm even saying anymore. I'm so sleepy. The inhibitors are down baby, I'll say anything at this hour.
I just think a lot about how Argos navigates the world around him. How he takes care of himself if he gets into trouble.
Like, we've definitely seen Mr. Plant come to Argos' rescue. And he absolutely would kill for his man, BUT, he can't be around all the time.
Argos strikes me as a slippery little trickstery sort.
If he isn't panicking...
Not one for physical confrontation like his murder happy boyfriend. Absolutely a last resort.
Though if you give him a weapon it might be different.
Still, I feel like Argos would much rather play the long con and lure you into some shitty situation. Injure you, frame you or just straight up get you killed.
There's also always the blackmail route. He'd be so good at getting dirt on people. Learn where you live, snap pictures of your family while you're away, get to know everyone you love and cherish. Even if they don't know they're being studied.
I dunno, I just like the idea of a slimy, conniving Argos underneath all that bright and fluffy exterior.
Maybe that's just me. 🥴
I'm ending this here before I fall asleep with my phone in my hands.
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sichore · 4 months
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23 combined w/or 20 for Pickles and Jimi!!!
[23. Write about your ship supporting each other through a hard time.
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20. Write about your ship sneaking a romantic moment together.
Y'all are getting a preview of Dethmas: Director's Cut baybee!!!]
"Honestly, they've got all the money in the gahddamn world but don't even have one can opener? Ugh!" Molly huffs in frustration as she continues to slam through drawers.
Jimi opens one on her end and finally finds the prize, liifting it up for the older woman. "Oh, hey, I found one–"
"Ope, there we go." And Molly snatches the device from Jimi's outstretched hand, immediately attacking the canned pineapples.
Jimi catches Pickles' eye, again, and he gives her a slight shake of his head, lips pressed into a firm line.
"Honestly, Jamillah –"
"For the last time, Mom, it's Jamila–"
"Ja-MEE-la." Molly rolls her eyes, aggressively dumping the pineapples into a bowl. "Didn't I teach you not to interrupt a lady when she's talking? The nerve. Anyway, Jamila, it's nice having someone who knows how to follow directions in the kitchen for once. Yer honestly too nice to be hanging around this silly little band."
"This is the opportunity of a lifetime for me." Jimi says, forcing a casual tone into her voice, keeping her eyes on her hands as she sets up her cutting board and knife. "And I'm glad to be here. Did you want the pecans or walnuts for this one?"
"Walnuts, dear, pay attention. Still! Goofing off with these ruffians all day with yer pictures and all that. What would your husband think?"
Jimi tears open the bag of walnuts with a little more force than necessary, takes a deliberate breath, and meets Pickles' eyes again. He fidgets, now, tugging at the left sleeve of his sweater, soon averting his gaze.
"I mean, assuming yer married n' all. If not, that'd be pretty sad, as you're not so young – actually, wait a minute now." Molly pauses in stirring together her slime green concoction (so that's what the pistachio pudding was for?) to lean over and look at the painter's left hand. "Ah, well then," she sniffs at the lack of a ring, and dumps in the marshmallows.
"I'm happy where I'm at now," Jimi says with measured patience, slowly chopping the walnuts.
"You really should think about it," Molly's voice is a bit further way, and soon Jimi hears the hiss of the refrigerator door opening, then shutting with a thud. "I've already long given up on Connor giving me any grandkids – well, unless he's got any rascals running around, but I doubt it. Never could keep a girl long enough to–"
Jimi's knife comes down with much more force than necessary, and this time, she doesn't hide how she has to stop and take a deep breath. "Or maybe," she says slowly, "Pickles is very particular and hasn't found the right partner to meet his standards. Not everyone has to settle for the first thing that's given to them."
"Yeah, Mom. You have any idea what kinda PR nightmare a marriage would be? It takes someone real special to put up with that pressure." When Jimi looks up, Pickles is no longer slumped over on his stool, but sitting straight up. Looking at Jimi directly. "I wouldn't choose just anyone."
"Sounds more t'me like you just lost yer chance a long time ago." Shaking her head in disgust, Molly takes the chopped walnuts from Jimi to add to her bowl. "You still like coconut in this?"
"No, Mom, I don't."
"Since when?"
"Since never."
Molly tsks, stirring her – salad? Dessert? Jimi has no fucking clue anymore. "You are so disagreeable now, can't listen to nobody since you got all this going on. Should've found a nice girl like Seth did, that'd straighten you out–"
"Hey, Pickles, didn't you have some demos for me to listen to before I go?"
"Eyep, sure do!" Pickles slams his hands on the countertop as he stands, swiftly making for the exit. "Sorry, Ma, gotta work!"
"You haven't even done a taste test–"
"See you later, Molly!" Jimi tosses back, already halfway across the kitchen, skin crawling as she feels Molly's judgmental stare follow them. It doesn't fade until they're well out of view and down the hall, Pickles gripping her arm, almost dragging Jimi to keep up with his hurried pace.
He doesn't stop until Jimi tugs back, tugging him into some grandiose-but-empty room like the many dozens scattered throughout Mordhaus. He doesn't stop, until Jimi presses him back against the closed door and holds his face in her hands.
"Baby, baby, hey," she urges, voice hushed and low. "Look at me. Breathe."
The last thing Pickles needs is an asthma attack. His cheeks are tinged red with anger, but he listens, taking big, shuddery breaths, closing his hands over Jimi's wrists. She stays with him, breathing with him, until they breathe as one, calm and collected.
Jimi's thumbs rub against those delicately freckled cheeks, offering a smile to the moss green gaze locked on her. "You didn't have to come with me back there."
"You don't know how she is." Pickles starts to shake his head, but Jimi holds him still, and he inhales. Exhales. "I wasn't gonna just let her talk to you like that."
"I know." Now Jimi finds her own gaze dropping, to their equally garish sweaters, to their feet. She thought she'd be used to dealing with women like Molly, but given the circumstances... of course, this would be different. A lot more uncomfortable.
And painful, judging by the abject misery radiating from Pickles. His head drops to her shoulder and his arms wrap around her, his weight fully against the door behind him.
Jimi leans into him, arms sliding around his waist, and waits. The silence is never truly silent, their hearts beating in tandem to fill the void. She closes her eyes as Pickles settles, until his misery folds in on itself and is once again tucked away into a place Jimi can't reach quite yet.
She turns her face to press her cheek to his chest. "... We gonna tell her?"
His arms tighten around her. "I... I dunno."
They stay like that for minutes, hours, eons. As usual, time is insignificant when it comes to the two of them.
Eventually, Pickles pulls back, brushes a stray curl from Jimi's face. "Y'know, Jim..." His eyes drop, and he pointedly pauses.
Which makes Jimi blink at him. "What is it?"
"Huh." There's a distinct shift in the air between them. Pickles' hands brace around her ribcage, and move up until he's cupping her breasts. "Yer tits look fuckin' huge in this."
Jimi's mouth falls open. "What–"
"Seriously, are they bigger? Is there somethin' yer not tellin' me?"
"Oh, my god, stop! It's just..." She can't stop the giggles that spill out of her, increasing at Pickles' pleased little smirk. "It's just a thing that happens when I wear sweaters, I dunno!"
"We should get you in 'em more often," he muses, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Or maybe out of 'em, I can't decide." He kisses her other cheek, sliding one hand beneath her sweater and over the bare skin of her belly.
Jimi, predictably, expectantly, shivers. "You're such a horndog."
"Nyeh hehehe." He just chuckles, continues to rub calloused fingertips over her skin. "You love it." And he tilts his head to kiss Jimi properly.
This is how it should be, always. Jimi glimmers and gleams as Pickles wraps around her in seven ways, crimson and content. He pulls back just before Jimi begs for him to sink his hand into her chest and please, please grasp her heart once again. As usual, yearning for that oneness, that completion.
"It would've only been you," he murmurs against her lips. "Ya know that, right?"
"I do." Even if Jimi the mortal still struggles with that truth, sometimes. Jamila, luminescent and eternal, has always known. She trails a finger down freckled cheek and scruff, sighs when he captures her fingertip between his lips. "But I could always use a reminder.
[Soft OTP Prompts]
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seghs24 · 2 years
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Fucking finished Vol 2 of Stranger Things S4. My thoughts:
EP8
Love that Hopper helped Joyce and Antonov out of the tunnel but left Murray to climb out by himself lmaooo
Also love that they all looked at a tank full of swirling demon mist and went "Woah that's weird. Anyways let's go" Like.... That DEFINITELY won't come back to bite anyone in the ass
What were those scientists doing to that poor demodog :(
LMAOOOOOO ELEVEN COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THAT DOCTOR AS SOON AS SHE SAW MIKE. She wanted to leave with him but as soon as she saw her boy she was like "Dr. Owens who?" and left his ass there 😭
Also YES GIRL GET HIS ASS TEAR HIM APART BREAK HIS LIMBS LEAVE DR. BRENNER TO DIE IN THE DESERT. I still fucking cried when he turned her collar off though and she went to sit by him,,,,
Jason needs to die in the most horrific, painful way imaginable
Also love that a bunch of highschoolers can straight up just buy a bunch of guns and shit??? Also holy fuck only 120$ for a whole ass shotgun???
Eddie is so adorable I love him. Also love him calling Steve a big boy and Steve's brain immediately short-circuiting.
And his relationship with Dustin??? Precious.... Them play fighting was so fucking adorable
Argyle is the best. Has no idea what the fuck is happening but he's still driving these freaks around no questions asked. Kids were like "The government is after us and Mike's psychic girlfriend" and he was like "Fuck yeah my dudes get in my van! Roadtrip baybee!"
Also..... Oh no Will is absolutely in love with Mike isn't he. My fucking heart.
Also AAAAAAAAAAAH I KNEW IT I KNEW HE PAINTED THEIR D&D CHARACTERS
Robin shut your fucking mouth with the "I have a bad feeling about this one guys :(" GIRL YOU JUST JINXED IT!!!
EP9
LISTEN... LISTEN... LISTEN... COME ON NOW. WAS ANY OF THAT REALLY NECESSARY
I would die for Argyle
I know I said I wanted Jason to die in the most horrific way possible.......... But I didn't mean get ripped in half by a portal to Hell opening up
Okay! They did go back and take care of the dust!
I feel so bad for the monsters though... They were just minding their business in the Upside Down and scientists pulled them out and put them in cages and tortured them. They didn't do anything wrong :(
DID THEY REALLY HAVE TO DO THAT TO MAX WHAT THE FUCK 😭
Also it's really weird that El brought her back to life, I had a dream before I watched Vol2 that El died to save everyone and then brought herself back to life so seeing her actually revive someone in the show is like. Woah.
I FUCKING TOLD YOU GUYS I CALLED IT WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT EDDIE??? I SAID HE WOULD SACRIFICE HIMSELF INSTEAD OF RUNNING AWAY. FUCKING EDDIE.
That death is SUCH bullshit though??? Steve was attacked in the same exact way but was totally fine after.
Goddddd Dustin holding him and screaming when he died..... My fucking heart
And then talking to his uncle and comforting him??? Giving him Eddie's necklace??? Jesus Christ
But..... That fucking guitar solo tho ❤👄❤
I absolutely adore Murray trying to convince Antonov to move to fucking Indiana
"I piggybacked from a pizza dough freezer" dfgdkhdskjdfgjsd
HOPPER AND EL AND JOYCE'S REUNION....... I LOV
Can they PLEASE give Will a break holy fucking shit
Nancy is a fucking badass I love her
I fucking love at the end everyone came out of the woods to look at the Demon Trench but they fucking left Argyle in the woods lmaooooo my dude
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samikozume-todoroki · 4 years
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Warning: straight crack
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Wildchild memelord reader meeting the guys for the first time and love at first sight:
Bakugou Katsuki:
You bump into him
“WATCH WHERE YOURE GOING EXTRA!!!!”
Boom boom, fingy explosions, boom boom
Gets in yo face
Not in the sexy way tho😔✊
You back up slightly
“I have a thick skin but dude you are scary scary”
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Does that cute confused thing^
Like no one has said that straight to his face, and not with such nonchalance either
He respects it
But he’s still confused
“W-what??”
“Also sir please get outta my bubble, I mean I don’t mind a hot guy getting all up in my space but like consent is sexc ya feel?”
You’re an idiot.
Katsuki likes idiots (bakusqaud cough)
“And that’s how your father met me kids😌💅✨”
“Y/n I’m older than you”
“Kiri shut up, don’t ruin the story of mom and dad meeting🥺”
Todoroki Shouto:
You come up to him after the sports festival
“Ay yo! That’s the ice zuko!”
Ice zuko??? What’s a zuko???
You grab his hands in that whole “I’m praying with/for you” position
“I believe in your redemption arc!! You got this Ice zuko!!”
“My name is shouto todoroki??? What’s a zuko???”
He ends up in some random strangers, yours, house binging Avatar the next few days.
and that’s the story of how you met your future hubby
and how y’all went to comic-con in Zuko and Mai cosplay
and how your three kids were named
“Alright Zuko, Aang, and Iroh let’s go to bed”
“I can’t believe you named your kids that”
“Shut up Midoriya, when you meet the love of your life through a show then you can talk”
Kirishima Eijirou:
You bumped into him at the mall
And fell into the fountain
He helped you out apologizing
“Ya know, I don’t think this is how you get a girl wet sir”
“Agsjsghsjs w-w-whAt”
*voice crack bAybEE*
“Ya I mean usually you take her out to dinner or y’all watch a movie then you lure her to the bed-“
“mAAAM PLEA-“
“I mean that’s how it goes in all the wattpad lemons hm. Not gonna lie tho, the view of you-“
Licks lips
“Is all I need”
Kirishima_Eijirou.exe stopped working
Wait or Restart?
“Yes he will gladly take your number”
Bless Kaminari, after hyena cackling his ass off, he stepped in
A true bro😔✊
“And that is how I seduced your future son-in-law!”
“Y/n we talked about this- get better pickup lines cmon your game is weak”
“And Kirishima honey, I’m disappointed in your pick up line tolerance”
Midoriya Izuku:
You fell from the sky
Well not really you just crashed through the ceiling
Landing on top of deku your dazed face looks into his eyes
“Damn I must’ve crashed into hell because you’re fucking hot”
Izuku is blushing yes but he’s also out of it cause he knocked his head
“Then baby there’s no way you’re an angel cause you’re dripping sin”
I made that up on the spot and I am proud, wow my own talent astonishes me🤩
“I may be an angel, but I will gladly sin for you”
You both are two inches away from a heated makeout session but-
Cough cough
“Dudes the whole class is still here”
Izuku finally snaps out of it and promptly faints in shock
Meanwhile you’re mad cause
NO HEAD?! *throws phone, jumps and snaps a skateboard*
Doodling you number on Izukus forehead you skip out of the classroom and back upstairs
“And that’s how we met Miss Midoriya!”
“Izuku you’re all grown up”😭
“Mom whAT-“
Kaminari Denki:
This motherfucker also has wild child memelord energy
And wild children meme lords attract
Like put some meme lords in a mile radius of the other and they will sniff each other out eventually
So your first day of UA you run into the class in the middle of English
Point straight at Denki, him out of his seat pointing straight at you
“BRO!””PIKABRO!”
“Shawty let me suckle on them toes”😫
“Only if you allow me to break your ankles and put you in a skirt cause you remind me of my mom”😫
“BRO! FEEL free! Please lure me into your basement!!”😫😫
“I ain’t paid enough for this bullshit” present mic leaves the classroom💀
“And that’s how the mafia works”🤩✨
“Dad you literally told us how y’all met where did mafia come from?”
“Denki we raised a wack ass kid wtf”
“Ikr like who put the stick up his ass”
“Parentals I’m literally right here how are you guys adults I cannot-“
Shinsou Hitoshi:
So like everyone knows he loves cats right???
All of UA knows too
“Hola cat boy! Can you do me a favor???”
You walk up to him in a cat costume
Not one of the skimpy ones
Sadly
Like a full on cat in the hat onesie type deal
“I didn’t know cat in the hat went to UA?”
“I heard ya like cats, and I need you, so I am a cat
I am now irresistible you have to do as I say”
“You would have had better luck if you wore a skimpy cat costume but I’ll hear you out. What do ya want?”
“Okay right so this dickwad decided “yo let’s take panty shots of random girls”
and I’m one of them
and like he took the picture with one of my comfty panties
so the picture isn’t even cute
and I want it back but he won’t give it to me
so like can you do your whole Jedi mind trick and get me the photo back???”
“Lmao,,, what???”
“Wat???”
“So you get sexually harassed and you’re more upset by the fact that you weren’t wearing cute panties???”
“When you put it like that it sounds bad”
“That’s because it is bad”
“Oh yeah now that you put it like that it is bad. Can you fuck up his shit too???”
Mans beats the fucker up black and blue, shreds all the photos, destroys the camera, memory stick thingy, deletes all gmail account data then the account, destroys laptop, computer, hard drives, phones, 3DS, etc. etc. thoroughly
“Wow when you smashed his 3DS in his balls that was very hot”
Make out session over a half dead body: check 💯✅
“And that was how I prevented a man from having kids”🥰
“God you’re so hot, I could fu-“
“Y/n. We are literally in public with all of our friends. Stop being horny”
“I can’t help it you’re so hot yummy yummy man🤩”
A/n: LMAO I’m rereading this after waking up. I wrote this ten minutes before I went to sleep and it shows cause my god this is a hot mess💀
Tagged: @mssyprsn
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bittersweetmorality · 3 years
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— haikyuu first-years as boyfriends: hinata shōyō!
Genre: headcannons ! pure fluff, x gender neutral reader
Summary: shōyō hinata as the world’s best boyfriend. send TWEET
Warnings: none !!
W/C: 1,112 words
a/n: hi hi i back ! this is my first haikyuu post n there’s much more to come <3 anyway welcome to my hinata brainrot i seriously cannot express how much i adore this man <33  i’ll keep writing until i get the first years, and i’ll probably continue on with all of karasuno and other teams-- i just love them all so much :(
| yamaguchi tadashi | tsukishima kei | kageyama tobio |
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-- hinata shōyō ♡
♡ lemme start by saying that... mr hinata shoyo is as dense as a box of rocks 😐
♡ in a cute way tho!!!
♡ you had been friends ever since you both started at karasuno, and since hinata is just a ball of sunshine, how could you not instantly become best friends??
♡ i mean come awn, you two INSTANTLY clicked. you brought him snacks during his practices, and eventually you know his top three favorite ones by heart. (you also brought some for the other first years— trying not to be super obvious about your crush on the little orange haired idiot)
♡ and because you stayed to watch his volleyball practices on several occasions, he instinctively looked over to the bench where you sat every time he did something impressive— even when you weren’t there
♡ he’d have the biggest, goofiest smile on his face when he screamed your name, “DID YOU SEE THAT!!”
♡ “yeah sho!! i’m sitting right here of course i did!!”
♡ that would be his biggest way of flirting— trying his best to do something that’ll impress you and then look over to you for your reaction
♡ and after the practices, he would offer to walk you home, even if he lived on the other side of town
♡ “you always come to stay and watch me play during practice— c’mon it’s the least i could do!!”
♡ and remember when i said shoyo is dense as a box of rocks?
♡ yeah
♡ he holds your hand while walking you home— and to him of course it’s him trying to hint at his feelings, but he assumes you believe it’s simply a platonic gesture
♡ ???? hinata???? earth to hinata???????
♡ honestly, hinata believes that everyone is a friend-- even if he’s outright in love with you, he genuinely does not know the difference between showing platonic and romantic love
♡ you have to flirt with him-- heavily-- to make sure he gets the message
♡ and honestly, it really isn’t that difficult. all you had to do was rest your palm on his cheek and compliment him and he went HEART EYES. he’s whipped now
♡ the way he asked you out was-- there’s no other explanation other than-- it was very hinata
♡ he was walking you home, and when you two reached the front door he simply said:
♡ “i have a question”
♡ “yeah? what’s wrong sho?”
♡ “would it be weird for us— like— our friendship if i liked you? like— if i like-like you?”
♡ you giggled a little and he went red as a beet
♡ “w-what’s funny? is it weird? i don’t want it to be weird i’m so sor-“
♡ “sho, i like-like you too. i tried to make it obvious, hun”
♡ he just kind of looked at you with a gaze that said “what?? you did??”
♡ “...would it be weird if i kissed you?”
♡ “youre such an idiot”
♡ and that was the story of shoyo hinata’s first kiss
♡ it wasn’t amazing, a messy clash of teeth and a strained smile against your lips, but oh my gosh the effort was there :(( he was so happy
♡ he gets better at it, don’t worry he wants to practice all the time ;)
♡ he steals a quick peck before every volleyball match— this man doesn’t care about who sees you two
♡ honestly, he loves PDA. he feels proud to have you as his significant other !! if you aren’t into PDA, of course he’ll respect it
♡ he just hopes you want to at least give him a hug before the match because ... you’re his good luck charm 🥺🥺
♡ hinata may be stupid sometimes, but he cares so so much
♡ if you’re sad, he’s the type to tell you stupid jokes and hold you until you stop. he’ll listen to you talk about why you were sad if you’re comfortable, but he always advises that you shouldn’t take any advice he gives you
♡ good call
♡ hinata also prefers outdoor dates-- but you hardly ever formally plan any dates, everything feels spontaneous and fun with him
♡ you’ll get a text from him at 10 a.m. asking if you’re available in the afternoon because he wants to take you out to the park
♡ you get used to it quickly, and if you want it to be more structured, all you have to do is take the lead and hinata will follow <3 baybee
♡ and, he’s the type of boyfriend to want to call you at night because:
♡ “well, you’re not sleeping over tonight and i’m so used to sleeping next to you i can’t do it without you anymore >:(!!”
♡ you take pictures of him sleeping because he looks so peaceful— and of course on the rare occasion where you fall asleep before him, he returns the favor
♡ his lock screen is a picture of you two on a picnic date, but his home screen is an embarrassing picture of you sleeping
♡ “SHO?? WHY IS THAT PICTURE YOUR HOMESCREEN??”
♡ “WHAAT?? you looked CUTE!!”
♡ “you are so lucky i love you.”
♡ “i know”
♡ his name for you in his phone my lil bub >:( ! 
♡ because he’s an a idiot
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iMessage from ‘sho ! <3’
sho ! <3
- babe!! are you here yet?
my lil bub >:( !
- i’m there! where are you?
sho ! <3
- under our tree!
shoyo was sat under a great oak tree. he brought you there on your first date, and it was incredibly obvious that it was his favorite spot to take you. whether it be under the stars or the clouds, and today was no different.
“babe!” he called out to you.
beneath him was a yellow picnic blanket, compete with a basket and a bouquet of flowers that obviously looked as if he picked them himself.
you strolled over, looking down at the haphazardly strewn flowers.  it was bound with a random strand of twine, and you couldn’t tell if he had planned to go and pick flowers for you from the start or not.  
he was adorable.  
“oh!! yeah, i got these for you while i was waiting,” he picked them up with both hands, “i tried to get them all in your favorite color, i couldn’t find enough, though.” he rubbed the back of his neck, a goofy grin on his face.
you giggled, taking the bouquet and holding it close to your chest. “you’re the cutest person on the entire planet, hinata shoyo.”
“shut up,” his cheeks flushed an adorable rose and he gestured for you to sit next time him with a pat on the blanket. “that’s obviously you.”
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ketchup-monthly · 3 years
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Sanders Sides D&D 2
Ooh fresh take: Jan is virge’s patron and that’s why there’s beef
Also: Jan is some sort of fae related being
Jan: i need you to do something for me Virgil: no Janus: that's not how this works!! Virgil: watch me :P
Okay so I was thinking of Patton as a cleric cuz ooh healer however, Patton as a Druid makes me so happy
I want logan to have Rage
(Also that could tie nicely in an arc about Logan learning to accept feelings)
but barbarian logan is going to be a scholar again and is gonna be smort
bc hes logan. he cant be not smart
Oh I figured he’d be the bbeg that eventually joins the party (hurt/comfort baybee!)(Remus)
he was the bbeg but then joined the party as a bardbarian or just a bard
plus, actual bard who accidentally casts vicious mockery instead of bardic inspiration
Side note: please include a scene where Remus attempts to seduce the dragon
also with this second au, i can start them at like level 5 so people can multiclass
Pat as cleric/druid
gasp logan as artificer/barbarian
janus sorcerer/rogue
because basically everything but alchemist would work well with barbarian, but alchemist feels very Logan
bc mad scientist being actually mad
alchemist logan making an experimental potion and going "here im not sure what this does but im sure its fine! someone drink it"
Remus does it voluntarily, but Logan usually tries to get Roman to drink it
Virgil will occasionally drink it when he's on his last legs and is just like.....100% done with the party
remus as a wild magic path barbarian and just fucking teleporting or doing something equally ridiculous whenever he rages
Oh my god Remus with rage would be a force to be reckoned with
You gotta describe the first time he goes into a rage really dramatically
obviously virgil is trying to "escape" his patron, Janus (really just do whatever he says to not do out of spite)
Eldritch knight roman
Feywild warlock virgil
hey so in the second d&d au, should roman and remus be actual full siblings but like remus went darkside and like romans just trying to get back at him for putting a dark stain on the family name
hey hey hey what about warforged Logan? (essentially a robot)(so like "i dont feel anything" becoming real)
okay hear me out. elf roman and elf base simic hybrid remus. so like maybe the reason remus went darkside was experimentation? so like. hes elf but special
FALLEN AASIMAR VIRGIL
virgil just transforming in the middle of a combat scenario and like his eyes turn into black pits and flightless skeletal wings appear on his back and like everyone near him has to make a charisma check and like he deals extra necrotic damage
Pat is the one human stuck in a band of misfits
so with it, roman would be a full elf, and remus would be an elf that has tentacles bc octopus
So robot logan
i meant literally he doesnt feel anything
like he has all the emotions, but he doesnt physically feel the need to like eat or sleep or stuff like that
he just.....he pretend he don't have the feelings.....but he do.....he feel so much and he hides it all in his littol mechanical heart <3
plus......if he warforged, then like.....AC huge
he stands in front of friends.....he protecc...."no, i don't have feelings, i am physically incapable of affection" but he do!! he do! he take hits for them because he do!! he care so much
Bro he spouts all this and then he uses a reaction to dive in front of someone and everyone’s just like oh
LIKE ROMAN STILL BEING MEAN TO LO BC HE THINKS HE DOESNT HAVE FEELINGS BECAUSE HE DOESNT HAVE A HEART BUT HE DOES
hey hey everyone needs to grow
and logan standing up for himself and other people stepping in and saying no stop thats not right
plus if canon wont give me roman facing the consequences of his actions towards Logan......
but also Roman learning how to properly handle his own emotions and how he interacts with others
logan who doesn't view himself as anything more than a machine to be useful to others
the party giving logan love and affection until he slowly learns his own worth as a person
Roman and Logan not getting along (maybe Roman has a Lore reason to distrust Warforged, maybe not) and slowly learning to trust each other
when Logan is feeling real down or having some issue, Roman actually comes through to help him, showing how far both characters have come
Okay yes but also can we please give Roman more confidence than canon? Like I’m sooooo sick of low self esteem being played for laughs or just being really really sad
this boy is going on a mission and will slap his brother upside the head and tell him to shut tf up remus youre not a monster just come back home and he will do it alone if need be
OKAY SO WHAT IF HE ORIGINALLY WENT ON THE QUEST JUST TO STOP REMUS ONCE AND FOR ALL BC ROMAN THOUGHT HE WAS A MONSTER, BUT ALONG THE WAY, AND AFTER LOGAN, HE CAME TO REALIZE THAT NO, JUST BECAUSE REMUS (AND LOGAN) ARE DIFFERENT, THEY ARENT MONSTERS, JUST DIFFERENT
AND LIKE IN THE FINAL PUSH TO MAKE REMUS JOIN BACK WITH HIS BROTHER, ROMAN IS PROJECTING HIS OWN FEELINGS ONTO REMUS AND EVERYONE IS LIKE WOW BRO YOU GOOD THERE, BUT ITS A BIG MOMENT FOR LOGAN, ROMAN, AND REMUS
im unsure as to how, but it happened when he was an older teen/young adult. a simic scientist either picked him (read: kidnapped), or remus volunteered (potentially to escape court life, unaware what exactly the experiment was going to do to him physically
bc also, remus and roman are royalty
so like. how best to get at the nobes/royalty/rich famous people than by turning their kid into a monster
wait, wait, wait, because i'm lowkey a sucker for this trope, but i'm not sure if it fits Remus: the experiments left him with some fairly significant physical pain/uncontrolled magical reactions. through some combo of trying to deal with that and trying find a cure for his pain, he keeps like....absolutely wrecking random towns on accident but also deliberately wrecking certain places looking for either a) vengeance on the guy(s) responsible or b) someone who can make the pain stop
SO LIKE. WILD MAGIC BARBARIAN DOING WEIRD SHIT TO HIM WHENEVER HE RAGES
AND LOGAN COULD MAYBE HELP WITH THE PAIN AND SHIT
BC ALCHEMY
Yknow, for simplification purposes, we could say the True Bbeg just gave Remus lycanthropy and Remus hasn’t managed to control it yet
lycanthropy but simic shit?
Mr. I-Don't-Have-Feelings sees the poor dude in pain and also Roman in emotional pain from seeing his brother in pain and is absolutely like "i must resolve this like right now, immediately" because he definitely doesn't hate seeing his friend suffering, or his friend's brother whom he's just met
he definitely doesn't relate at all to the idea of someone else shaping your body and absolutely does not sympathize with Remus's plight
i was thinking the grappling thing and either manta glide or the ability to breathe underwater for the simic stuff, but like he doesnt have control over the tentacles yet?
Manta glide seems like we could have fun battle scenes
he just jumps off a cliff to avoid mushy talk/dealing with his actions/roman
Roman: Remus just because you're a monster and though i wish i was an only child-- Remus, jumping off a cliff: byyeeeeee Patton: Roman, look what you did! Virgil: dammit jan what did you do? Janus: why do you think i had anything to do with that? im a fae, not a genie Logan, thinking: what an asshole. i wish i could do that
oh my god Logan always being tired mentally bc he cant sleep
Oh my gosh I love that. So Remus got kidnapped super young, (from royal family) they never found him, as a result Roman had to grow up super fast (side effect: lowkey inconsiderate and forgets to ask for others input). Meanwhile, Remus was experimented on by True Bbeg and came out with some trauma and super cool additives
yep! chronic pain and ptsd and all sorts of other shit!
so like, simic hybrids are usually created when they're adults. but what if the true bbeg decided to go younger to see what would happen, and thats why remus has chronic pain and stuff
he was still growing when his genes were spliced, so hes dealing with growth plates shifting and his body maturing and puberty and body changes and stuff
Pat is going to have a lighthearted story. Im saying that now. Hes the one without all the baggage
Sure, but his parents have to lowkey be the really kind people who are surprisingly always down for violence
everyone: multiple crises Pat: y'all need help Pat: love and affection in spades for his little band of misfits
Patton (which I think would be pretty simple, honestly he might just see danger and jump in and suddenly everyone in the party has Feelings)
Logan
Mhm. So how did he grow up? Was he just poof created? Wait
What if he was created by the king?
To make up for remuss disappearance
wait, wait....angst......he was created to fight (hence the barbarian stuff) but alchemy is his real passion
wait so like. a second son???
hes there to replace remus?
Yea! (But like in a sympathetic grief way) But that causes a bit of a complex in Roman and ergo Roman and Logan have a bit of a beef
okay so like. hes there to be a companion for roman, and like take remus' place, even though hes not actually in line for the throne?
LOGAN AS A KNIGHT
and just......the conflict of being created for a specific purpose (plus being, you know, robot and technically incapable of deviated from said purpose) vs the fact that he actually does have independent consciousness and like....wants to live life for himself
the parents made Logan a barbarian in hopes that him and Roman would be safe
okay. so logan was created by the king with the sole purpose to take remus' place as romans brother/companion, and to be his like guard? protector? and fight, but logan wants to be an alchemist and study shit
wait, wait, wait.....thinks about Asimov's Laws
he.....his first operative is protect (specifically protect Roman)
oh man. so hes literally just a shield
his second level operative is just like.....care for Roman's emotional well-being, but he doesn't really know emotions because he was kinda just spawned and nobody told him how
and he just....kind of....lets Roman treat him like garbage and take all his grief out on him because he's staunchly in denial of both having feelings or knowing how they work
Anyway Yea so Logan created by royal family in place of Remus which created angst between the two “brothers” and identity issues in Logan. Their arcs are learning how to healthily process emotions plus Roman apology and Logan commits to alchemy
So big question: why did virge make a deal?
Tricked
he gave janus his name
and instead of janus like killing him or whatever the fae do to people who break the rules of dealing with the fae, jan was like. hey. i'll give you magic, but do what i say
Janus is lawful neutral, but leans towards being selfish
hes self serving, but he has a strong set of morals and rules he follows
Tho I want to Virgil to also not be pushover so let’s say loophole happened and Jan has to stay with virge (hence why Jan is a part of the party)
okay so a couple of the rules are dont give a fae your true name and don't try to figure out their true name
So
what if virgil accidentally gave up part of his true name, and got stuck in the deal, but then figured out janus' true name
so in the same vein that janus had control over virgil, virgil now has more control over janus
he still gets his magic from janus, so he cant break free completely, but virgil has more freedom and can occasionally tell janus what to do or when to shove it
there should a running gag where virge can explain how he learned Jan’s true name but Jan can make something loudly censor him every time
(he learned his name bc once he heard janus practicing his evil genius voice and talking to himself in the mirror and janus said his true name)
so maybe janus sent virgil on the quest to protect a town or stop something related to remus, but virgil dragged him along
he might just be trying to protect a town thats close to a ley line, or something fae-related, and they just happen upon the whole thing
janus is selfish. but lawful vs chaotic is where he comes through, in morals vs doing whatever. janus has a strong set of loyalties to the fae, and to himself
so like....Remus is just too close to Jan's stuff and he wants to take him down
Virgil is just like....exhausted and said "fine, but if i gotta do this, you're coming, too"
or at least figure out a way to protect his place, even if it doesnt mean fully taking out remus. just moving him would work for jan
Janus: virgilllllllllll hes going to mess up my magic storage locker Virgil: Jan, its empty Janus: but its mine
Yea. Remus attacks a city away from the fae: Jan: Yknow I’m gonna sit this one out Virge: oh no you don’t, get up
Or
Janus vs Janice
so his real name is Janus, but Virgil calls him Janice
Virgil: This is Janice Janice: with a “U-S” Virgil: mhm, sure Jan
I'm a big fan of just like any of the old theory name being various aliases for Jan
Damien, Dante, Ethan, Declan, etc, etc
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toonbly · 4 years
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i am here to ask abt ur gordon and joshua headcanons. tell us abt Them and their relationship
WELL IM GLAD YOU ASKED *stops holding you at gunpoint*
HERE’S A GOOD BIT OF FREEMAN FAMILY HCS (some of which were provided by my good pal @/sunkizt )
Joshua’s always been this kinda shy anxious kid but once he gets to high school ( I like to think he’s like? 15 in the art I posted earlier ) he starts trying to impress his peers and fit in a little better with VARYING DEGREES of success
Due to the shit that happened at Black Mesa Gordon kiiiinda tends to be a little overbearing. He got THIS CLOSE to dying so many times after the Rescas, so now he wants to be as involved in Joshua’s life as heavenly possible. He’s not controlling or anything but he tends to butt in on Joshua’s business a lot and pesters him pretty often.
So yes Joshua and Gordon are basically the “Shy kid who wants to fit in with an overbearing and embarrassing parent who means well” trope
That said whenever he was much younger Joshua clung to Gordon like his life depended on it after the incident. He’s gotten better, but even now if Gordon is away at the store for too long or gets home from work late without calling it’ll make Joshua super anxious
Gordon’s the living embodiment of the “Are you winning, son?” image. He doesn’t understand a lot of Joshua’s interests but he certainly tries
This is more a Joshua in general headcanon than a Freeman family one but- Joshua is mute! He communicates via ASL!
Circling back to Gordon being a little overbearing- this defo causes a bit of a rift until they can sort it out. Gordon being overprotective can be a little much for Joshua sometimes, and it causes iiiisssuuuuueesss
Gordon never telling Joshua exactly what happened at Black Mesa certainly DOESN’T HELP. Like he doesn’t wanna dump all his trauma on his kid so it’s understandable why he doesn’t. But to Joshua it just seems like Gordon just thinks he can’t handle himself which to a teenager is really! Not good
They talk it out eventually, of course but not until after a really emotional and SOMEWHAT HEATED argument that results in lots of tears and them both just shutting off from the other for the rest of the night so they can cool down. They talk about it the next morning.
Gordon starts tryna be less overprotective- Joshua understands why he was doing it now and is less hard on the guy for it, but Gordon’s working on himself still tho bro because thats what GOOD DADS DO, BAY BEE
On a fluffier note- Gordon’s that dad who’s super supportive of all of Joshua’s “phases.” Like I like to think Gordon had a rebellious phase in high school (not necesarrily fullblown Punk- yes the mentality bc Gordon being an anarchist is CANON, BAYBEE, but he never dressed that way. It was more old flannels and ripped up jeans for him) so when Joshua has any alternative phases Gordon is IMMEDIATELY on board.
Gordon’s a shovel talk kinda dad. Joshua brings home a boy one day and Gordon gives him a very GENTLE shovel talk- bc yknow, Joshie can handle himself it’s alright. It’s less a “You hurt him and you’ll die” and more a “I’m trusting you to be good to Joshua. It’s no surprise that you love him, everyone should love Joshua, so be good to him.” sort of thing
JOSHUA ALSO GIVES ANYONE GORDON DATES SHOVEL TALKS. BUT THEY’RE LIKE FULL ON THREATENING SHOVEL TALKS. Like “Listen my dad fucking rules and if you break his heart I will BURY YOU.” The problem being that Joshua’s this baby faced 15 year old with freckles and he’s like 5′2″ cause he hasn’t hit his growth spurt yet so like it’s hardly intimidating
Joshua’s that one vine where it’s like “Hahah yeah cool party guys! Hold on I gotta go to the restroom- *grabs phone* MOM I NEED YOU TO COME PICK ME UP KIDS ARE DRINKING BEER-”
Joshua’s like. A nerdy jock. He’s into high school football but doesn’t play it himself, he’s more into nerdy shit like books and podcasts n stuff
He’s still drawing too! He’s gotten better at it over the years
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starshine-selfships · 3 years
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Local man is desperately in love with his boyfriend but thought too hard and managed to convince himself that he made up the whole romance aspect and his partner doesn't actually feel the same way, so why even continue the act? Also he's wrong and his boyfriend loves him very much and that's all there is to it 😤💕
I am not a writer, I'm an artist, but I felt like giving this a shot. Both of us use he/him and I didn't actually plan anything, so I went back and color coded my own pronouns and dialogue; I do have a version without the colors as a backup however. Tbh I don't really care about the quality since again, I basically never write, and I also wrote this 100% for myself lmao, almost stream of consciousness baybee
That being said, I'm sorry I write like a pretentious victorian poet lsjdkdkx 😣
Soft. Just like everything else about him. Soft hair he yearned to stroke and bury his face in, soft hands shaping the air as he spoke, hands he wanted nothing more than to take into his own, to lift them and press a gentle kiss upon them. He even spoke softly, almost seeming afraid to break the silence, whispering and enunciating words as though speaking a prayer. Hearing his own name spoken in that quiet, intimate tone was enough to make him light headed, immediately overtaken by the delicacy of the interaction. His gaze was the most stunning feature, as it betrayed his past with pinpoint accuracy. The witnessing of humanity's cruelty did nothing to harden his stare; his eyes shone with a purely kind demeanor, merciful and trusting.
And such was the gaze fixed upon him in this moment, and he fought the desperate urge to meet it. He knew he didn't like eye contact and couldn't bear committing such an act of disturbance. He kept his gaze averted, feeling how almost painfully strong his heartbeat had grown, his frail frame beginning to shudder under its force. The incessant pounding had to be audible, and if that alone didn't lie the entirety of his being on the floor in front of him, then the heat steadily spreading across his face surely did. His emotions outpaced him, rushing with such force so that he'd never had a chance to restrain them, instead left fighting a losing war in a desperate attempt to not give himself away.
His gaze flickered nervously back to his beloved. He maintained that gaze long enough to see him smile warmly in response, causing his chest to feel just a bit tighter, his heart to beat only more forcefully. In spite of knowing his error - maintaining that dreaded eye contact - , he couldn't look away; to do so would constitute a betrayal, a moment of recognition followed by willful ignorance. He folded his hands, attempting to return the smile but being far too shaken for it to seem genuine. His darling softly laughed at the awkwardness of the gesture, voice as warm as the morning sun. He could no longer bear the strain of his sight, squeezing his eyes shut and turning away as the laughter rang in his head.
He had to be mistaken. His feelings should not be so insurmountable, something even he couldn't fully grip. He had lost all subtlety, and for what? The slim chance of reciprocation? Did such a chance even exist? He felt as though he'd combust if he remained in that room with him. The initially sweet feelings became sickening as he steeped in them, becoming almost shameful as they continued. He shouldn't need this. He was better than this. Was he though? Why couldn't he stop himself?
Simply stand up and leave? His legs would give out underneath him. Voice his firm objections? His voice would fail him. Physically remove that boy? The very thought of using any force at all placed more weight onto his chest, thinking of the sheer guilt and regret that would come from even accidentally inflicting pain. His attentive nature and eye for detail was his strong suit, but it was also what had gotten him more attached than he'd prefer, faster than he could've ever thought possible.
Beginning with patterns and habits he'd found amusing and leading to finding beauty in his every step. From seeing him avidly read and stargaze, to noticing how the sunlight reflected off his hair, to noticing the colors on barely visible earrings, to seeing his eyes flit back and forth between him and the window. Did he find looking at him to be unpleasant? Was he put off by the antennas? The insect features? The status? The reputation? Did not knowing also keep him awake at night? Did he like music? Did he think brown eyes were pretty? Why was he allowing himself to even consider these questions?
Foreign touch immediately grounded him, his eyes snapping open as he gasped in surprise. How long had he been lost in thought? How had his love gotten so close to him? His hand was on his shoulder. He slid it along his back, unfolding his arm and allowing it to rest on him as well. His touch was delicate, as though afraid of leaving a mark, despite him touching something so much more durable than himself. The affectionate gesture - no. Was it? Or was it merely a means of comforting what could be mistaken for distress? He kept his doubts in mind, not wanting to put an irreparable dent into the connection the two already had. Though, perhaps it would be for the better if he did. Tears welled in his eyes at the very thought of having to walk away, despite knowing it would likely be the best, and perhaps the only, option.
He noticed his love's other, empty hand lifted in front of him, frozen in air, likely pondering his actions as he made them. It was admirable, having such a sense of confidence that he didn't seem to need a plan for his course of action. He merely acted and accepted the outcome regardless, without fear. Yet another curious aspect of this boy that occupied his thoughts. He silently observed, watching him lift his hand out of view, only to grace his fingertips across the side of his face, settling his hand upon his cheek. Surely, surely he could feel how unnaturally warm he'd grown. It was something that had seemed endlessly amusing to his darling, how he was cold blooded and naturally cool to the touch; the heat of the blush had to be tangible. He truly feared how much more strain would be placed on him, the mere shared presence in the room alone enough to almost kill him. The physical contact overwhelmed him so badly he really did feel about to cry.
The gentle contact of his love's hand grew more forceful; still gentle, but with pressure indicative of a voiceless request. He turned his head with the nudge to fully face his beloved, whose face was mere inches from his own. Why was he so intent on such sweet torture? Had he caught on and decided to play before going in for the kill? He committed the sin of eye contact once more. Hazel, he'd been told. That was the color he saw in dreams, of a content present and a blissful future, that color of brilliance. Why wasn't he moving? Why was he allowing this? Why was his darling's hand in motion once more? Keeping his hand on his cheek, he had slid his thumb to the side, lightly gracing his lower lip. An unspoken request. No longer able to bear the weight of his own desire, he conceded to his affections and attempted to assent. He spoke, wide eyed and unblinking, his voice almost pathetically weak, borderline pleading in a strained whisper,
"... please...",
feeling defeated, yet also quite excited. He may have lost the war, but was being offered a consolation prize that would, even though only briefly, take away the painful sting of his own internal, personal loss.
His love inched yet closer and his eyes fluttered shut, as though he couldn't bear looking away for even a moment. He closed his own eyes as well, as if in response, but this time to better perceive instead of closing himself off. He could feel the warmth radiating from the petit boy in front of him, warmer than anything his own body could naturally produce. Basking in sunlight each morning to fully wake; spending the morning next to someone so close to his heart would feel just as holy. Like the delicate sensation of sunlight on the body, he felt the motion of his beloved as his lips graced his own, before he finally settled into the kiss, still subtly caressing his cheek with his hand.
He felt a quick tear streak down his face. Gentle gestures, all of them. When it came to him, they always were. It was as though he was incapable of harm in any capacity; he seemed almost afraid of being unloving or anything less than cheerful. His natural disposition towards brightness was reflected by everyone he interacted with, making others feel welcome and putting them at ease. In that moment, he also felt at ease, in spite of his doubts and insecurity, he felt at ease, melting into the touch of his.. lover? Was it fair to call him that? In the light and warmth of the kissing, it certainly seemed so.
After a period of drawing it out, going back for more and more, he finally broke away, opening his eyes once more to examine him. He opened his own eyes, slowly and with an amount of care, almost as if he were guilty after the act and nervous about what he would see. He looked into the eyes of the boy who stared back at him as though he were the one who'd put the sun in the sky. He softly smiled as he took in the scene, feeling tears begin to pool in his eyes once more. He felt he'd had confirmation that he was being irrational, but needed evidence that was nothing short of absolutely damning before he could fully accept it. He realized he was likely making him uncomfortable by looking him directly in the eyes again, they'd had that conversation before, he knew he shouldn't, it must be so irritating-
"Your eyes are so pretty."
He froze. He froze, finally breaking down and beginning to cry. His partner was well acquainted with his tears, and he knew there wasn't much he could do to stem their flow. Even with that in mind, he still wanted to console and soothe sudden wave of emotion.
"Are you alright? Do you wanna talk about it?"
A sing-song query in a half whisper. He sniffled and looked down at his hands, fidgeting in discomfort. He didn't want to overwhelm or alarm him, so he felt it best to choose his words carefully. But even then, he felt the horrific weight of finality hanging over him.
"Sometimes, I find it hard to believe that you do love me."
Confusion, hurt, and mild surprise. His lover almost seemed to anticipate it, making his heart feel like it was sinking further.
"Elaborate."
He drew a deep breath, sighing in pain and bracing himself for if he began to cry harder. The lump in his throat threatened to choke him. Barely able to speak, he forced broken sentences together, making a pathetic attempt to communicate anything at all before he dissolved into tears.
"Why?"
No response.
"Why me?"
Silence. The weight of every mistake he'd ever made was bearing down on him. Surely it was apparent how disgustingly flawed he was, not suitable-
"Well, this is a new one."
.. What?
"You really think I don't love you?"
He said it almost as though it were a joke.
"We've been together for almost two years now, and that's a choice both of us made. I can't even count how many chances I had to just, get up and walk away."
He cupped his face with both of his hands now; he lifted his own hands and placed them over his. He was crying freely, falling just short of actively sobbing.
"But I never took any of those chances. I want to be with you. You're a very sweet man and. Well it's horrible that you've got the mental conditions you do, but because we have the same kind, you've never missed a beat when it comes to making me feel better. And I wanna be able to do that for you too. You make me so happy and I wanna be able to make you feel the same way."
His head was bowed as he openly wept. He needed damning proof and it was handed to him, wrapped in ribbon and sealed with a kiss. He smiled through his tears out of sheer relief. His joy, his love, lover. The light didn't scorch and burn as he feared, but rather warmed and lifted the fog that had been enveloping him. He lifted his head once more, to look at his sweetheart with a mind unclouded by guilt.
"You don't like eye contact, you kept telling me-"
"I don't mind when you do it."
His eyes widened and his vision was once more blurred with tears. The lack of regret and remorse didn't unclutter his thoughts, and he was left unable to answer. What was there to say? Thank you? I needed to know that, despite already knowing it? My irrationality occasionally makes my life a living hell and I'm grateful for your extended patience? Admittedly, there was one thought that dominated and laid his soul bare on pure impulse-
"I love you."
"I love you too."
His lover slipped his hands out from beneath his own and motioned to encircle him in a hug, a gesture he enthusiastically returned. Resting his head against him, holding him and being held by him, knowing for certain that each step he himself took was perfectly mirrored by the boy in his arms; it was all more than he could ever ask for. He wished he could etch this moment into his memory, to never again doubt his lover or himself so deeply. While he did feel guilty for harboring such needless doubt, his partner would never be upset with him for worrying, and this he felt with certainty. Some of his many chances to leave very well were occasions where he'd been in hysterics over things that later proved to be inconsequential. He'd seen the ugliest and worst of him, yet, at the end of the day, he still chose love. His memories and the words spoken to him were perfectly interlaced, leaving no room for doubt. He was loved, and that's all there was to it.
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tuffduff · 4 years
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Lovebirds (Duff McKagan x Reader)
Paring: Duff x Reader
Words: 1438
Request: @grungegirlfungirl​ “ Hey would you mind writing a duff imagine? Where the reader and him are like super close friends and everyone thinks they are dating. Then one time they go out drinking or something, the reader and someone are flirting and cue jealous duff? Thanks baybee🖤 (Duff is honestly the love of my life and deserves more attention)”
A/N: I love this request so much omgomg thank you for requesting beautiful! I hope y’all like!
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It felt like a lifetime ago that you and Duff met after everything the two of you had gone through. You were the first person he met when he moved to LA and was looking for a place to sleep. You needed to make rent and you were trying to find a roommate pronto, so you couldn’t exactly be picky. Despite your initial misgivings about his stupid blue hair (at the time) and the clothes he chose to wear, he managed to gain your trust and win you over. You were a comical looking pair—Duff made everyone look small next to him.
When he joined Guns N’ Roses, all of his band mates just assumed you two were together. He talked about you all the time, you were always around, you fed them, you were hot—why wouldn’t he be with you?
“We’re just best friends,” he had to explain finally one day when Steven was scolding him for not getting you something more special than a couple of records for Valentine’s Day
“Why?” The four of them demanded simultaneously.
“Because he’s a fucking idiot.” Axl replied when Duff didn’t. “But okay, whatever you say; you wouldn’t even be giving her records if you didn’t like her...”
“Oh, c’mon—of course I would.” Duff argued back dismissively.
“Okay, then where’s our Valentines presents, Duff?” He had hesitated.
“Well, I like her more than you guys.”
Duff brushed them off because of course he did; his band mates were the fucking idiots, what did they know? But more and more people would ask him about the two of you. The owner of The Rainbow often took care of your meals, claiming you both reminded him of him and his own wife. Sometimes it was pure strangers. It was too often a time that the two of you would be out on a late-night run to get snacks at the grocery store, and a random person would stop and tell the both of you with a knowing smile that you were “just adorable together.”
The thought became more serious to him when his mother mentioned you on one of her phone calls. “How is Y/N doing? I really like her, you know. I’d love to meet her one day.”
“She’s doing good, she’s always working. But yeah, I’m sure she would love that too. She really wants to visit Seattle.”
“I think you should consider bringing her. Just the two of you. Maybe consider telling her how you feel.” The statement had confused him at the time.
How did he feel?
He cared about you, obviously. When you lived with someone, they were supposed to drive you crazy, but you never did. In fact, sometimes he’d spend so much time with other people he would need to come back and be with only you. It all got to be too much sometimes, but you were never too much. Did they mean he loved you? Duff never really gave it any thought. Gun to his head, he would probably say yes, but he had gotten to the point where he loved his band mates too. He loved his friends from home. Why was it any different if he loved you? He made peace with those feelings.
But he couldn’t make peace with how hard it was suddenly to stop staring at you when you would dress up every so often, to go out with friends, to go see a show. He couldn’t ignore the pride that washed over him when you ran up and hugged him after gigs, all eyes following. Even worse, he didn’t understand why his heart fluttered whenever you came straggling into your shared kitchen in the morning, bare-faced and yawning and looking so cuddly he thought he would die if he didn’t have you in his arms.
Fuck.
But still, you always denied being together too, it wasn’t just him. You probably didn’t fantasize about him the way he did with you, so he kept his mouth shut. But that always proved to be a harder task when alcohol was involved.
“Dude, why are you just staring—go tell him to get lost!” Duff could feel his fist clenched as he watched you across the bar being chatted up by a considerably attractive guy. It didn’t make him feel self-conscious—he was pretty happy with himself, but what drove him mad was the way you laughed. The way you smiled. The sparkle in your eyes. Why weren’t you telling him to fuck off? “Dude, listen,” Slash continued his pep talk, so drunk he was nearly slipping off the stool. He spoke with grave sincerity. “Listen to me, Duff. I know you really like Y/N. She’s a cool fucking chick—the coolest. Even though you say you don’t, you do. I know it, I can see that look. So. Stop fucking around, man. Or someone else is gonna snatch her up like that asshole and you’ll spend the rest of your life wondering what could’ve been.”
Maybe Duff had had too much to drink too, maybe his emotions were too high, maybe something in his brain clicked and he decided he just didn’t like seeing you laugh like that because of someone else, but he stood up from his spot and approached your side. His height gave him an obvious advantage that he used to tower over the guy.
“Y/N, do you wanna head back to our place now?” He interrupted the mystery asshole confidently. Though he spoke to you, he kept his eyes on him.
“Uh...Duff, we barely got here.”
“Yeah, but I figure we can do something better with our time.” You gave him a quizzical look while the guy looked between the two of you.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you two were together.” He apologized quickly, already backing away.
“Oh, we—”
“It’s okay.” It was you Duff interrupted this time, and you narrowed your eyes at him while the guy scurried away.
“What was that?” You asked, your voice calm but on the verge of growing angry. That was one of his favorite things about you, you were always ready to go off like a firecracker. Fuck, what didn’t he like about you?
“What was what?” Duff tried to play off casually.
“You know what. You lied to him and scared him off.”
“So what?”
“So what? He was nice.”
“Nice.” Duff chuckled a little. “Nice. Is that what you want, a nice guy?”
“What’s wrong with you? You’re acting like a real dick.” You replied, never afraid to keep him in check. “So what, you get jealous that some guy is paying attention to me, but it’s cool if you have all these strippers and groupies hanging off you all the time?”
“Did you call me jealous? I’m not jealous!” Duff argued back quickly. “Plus, since when have I ever paid any of those girls any mind, you sound like the jealous one, not me!”
“Hey lovebirds! Take it outside!” The bartender barked at the two of you.
“Fuck off!” You both yelled back simultaneously.
“Look, excuse me for thinking you deserve better than some sorry asshole who will never have any idea how amazing you really are.” Fuck, he was losing it now; he really did sound jealous.
“Oh, what, like you?” You snapped back. There was a pause as the both of you stopped, still glaring at each other, chest rising and falling quickly from the heat of the argument. In that moment, looking like you were ready to fight the world, he had never been more in love with anyone in his life. Without thinking, only feeling, he laced his fingers into your hair and pressed his lips hard against yours. The feeling was everything he had always imagined, but he still wasn’t expecting the rush of butterflies when he felt you actually kissing back. The two of you only broke apart when the sound of Slash and Steven drunkenly cheering hit your ears.
“Oh, shut up.” You complained playfully, smiling towards them and trying in vain to get rid of the blush from your cheeks.
“Kiss her again!” Steven cheered, always a campaigner for love. Slash finally slipped off his stool next to him. The bartender leaned across the bar towards you and Duff again, this time wearing a smug smirk.
“Hey, lovebirds, can you get your friends outta here?” You smiled up towards Duff.
“So, what was it you said earlier? About doing something better with our time?” He smiled back, before he nodded his head towards his friends.
“First, those idiots. Then, it’s just you and me.”
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crewhonk · 4 years
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Em, baybee, how do you feel about bouncer!Steve with a soft spot for someone who doesn’t have the full cover charge?
Blurb Includes: nervous idiots, beefy hairy Steve, dog dad!Steve, Steve is fluffy, you’re the definition of Jenna marbles song ‘three looks’, you work on your birthday but soup makes things better :)
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“It’ll be twenty dollars each, ladies.” The old, gruff man said looking at you and your friends expectantly. He was a massive man, thick grey hair and tattoos up to his chin. You shifted on your feet nervously and offered him a shy smile. 
“We spent all of our cash earlier, would it be okay if we could only get ten?” You tried and the man raised one pierced eyebrow and crossed his arms. 
“Twenty or bust, Hon.” He said patiently. Your shoulders slumped, and you turned to go until a familiar voice sounded from behind you. 
“YN??” Steve Rogers poked around the corner. God, he was something else entirely, wasn’t he? Thick shoulders, long legs which went on forever. His face half covered with a thick beard and light sandy brown hair long enough to tuck behind his ears. 
A perfect reflection of his dog which you groomed once a month. 
“Steve!” You beamed, pre-drinks making you more confident than you usually were around him. Usually you were just the shy, giggly, kind groomer taking care of his big, blonde, scrappy mutt named Cap. However, tonight you were loud and confident and dressed to the nines instead of the usual black tee and dirty jeans. 
“How’s my favourite groomer, huh?” He smirked, waving down the other man who he seemed to dwarf. Your friends giggled loudly behind you as he walked towards you.
“She’s okay— hoping to get into your club if you’d let her?” You smiled cheekily, and if it weren’t for the dark lighting of the back alley you were all in everyone would be able to see the intense blush of both your cheeks. 
“You don’t have the cover charge?” He asked, playful glint never leaving his eyes. You fiddled with your short nails briefly, and cringed up at him. 
“We spent it on pre-game subs.” You said, barely over the music— thankfully he heard you and laughed at your words, sending a flash of heat through your body. It was then when your very tiny, very lightweight best friend Wanda Maximoff threw her arm over your shoulder. 
“And it’s her birthday tomorrow, we wanna show her a good night.” Wanda winked, and Steve’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. 
“Well, then. If it’s your birthday, who am I to say no?” He shrugged and stepped aside, nodding for you to enter. Your group cheered loudly and flooded past you into the bar, leaving you, Steve and Grey Haired Grump behind. 
“Thank you, Steve. This means a lot.” You smiled and touched the exposed skin of his bicep, not noticing the hair on his arm raise. 
“Anything for my favourite groomer.” He smiled sheepishly and ducked his head and you shoved his arms playfully. 
“Your only groomer.”
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Thank any and all Gods that you didn’t get too bad of hangovers, because if this dog didn’t shut up within the next three seconds you were sure you were going to smash your face against the metal table. It was one of your regular pomeranians— spoiled, bratty, all over unpleasant and untrained— his bark seemingly especially high pitched today. 
“Hey, darling! You have a visitor outside! Big beefy dude who I personally wouldn’t mind climbing like a tree.” Your favourite co-worker, Clint came up behind you, taking the dryer from your hands and wrinkling his nose down at the ankle biter. Everyone who worked here loved dogs, but this was the canine equivalent to Karen, and everyone knew it. 
“For me?” You blinked, furrowing your brows. Clint only nodded towards the door.
“I’ll take care of this little thing, you go.” Your shoulders sagged with relief, grateful for the opportunity to leave the screaming dog. You whipped your apron off and hung it by the door, wiping your damp hands on your jeans and slicking back the fly-away hairs which had escaped from your ponytail. 
You weren’t expecting it to be anything, but you really weren’t expecting your visitor to be Steve Rogers carrying a small gift bag in his hand—and, for the second time in your relationship, he was dogless.
“Steve!” You said, shocked and his head shot up. His eyes trailed up and down your body, and he blinked at you stupidly. “Steve?”
“I had things planned— I was practicing in the car, but I can’t remember.” He said, jutting the bag towards you. 
“Happy birthday.” He smiled pitifully and you blinked in shock. 
“What?”
“It is your birthday, right? Your friend didn’t just say that?” He asked, blush creeping up his neck at the idea of embarrassing himself. 
“No! It is! Yeah.” You stumbled over your words awkwardly. “You didn’t have to do this, I’m just your groomer.”
Steves head whipped up towards you and you stopped in your tracks. 
“You treat Cap like the queen she thinks she is and sometimes, seeing you is the highlight of our month. Didn’t realize until last night that that feeling wasn’t only when you’re in this building.” He tried, left eye crinkling with the impending embarrassment that came with shooting your shot. 
“I make you happy? You barely know me though?” You asked, face and neck hot and heart racing uncomfortably. 
“I would like to though. If you’d let me.” He mumbled, and you both stared at each other long enough that time seemed to disappear. 
“Yeah.” Your voice came out weak and far away, but the beaming smile that make the corners of his eyes crinkle happily and his whole person shine stole your breath away. 
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You nodded, clutching the bag tighter to your chest, and he nodded. 
“I have your card on my fridge. I’ll give you a call later tonight?” He asked, already beginning to back out of the door. You peaked behind him and saw that Cap was watching you both expectantly from the passenger side seat, wagging her tail hopefully. It took you a second to remember that you had put your mobile number under your work phone, and you nodded, flustered smile spreading across your cheeks. 
“I’ll be waiting.” You smiled and he nodded before walking from the store, an obvious skip in his step. You shook your head and walked behind the reception desk and dropping into the spinning chair. You sat there for a second before kicking off and spinning quickly, arms in the air excitedly before stopping and facing the bag. 
Inside, was a bottle of Advil, a full reusable water bottle, and a small take-out bowl of soup. On top was a small note.
‘i know soup always makes me feel better after a long night. steve :0)’
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queennymeria · 4 years
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you reblogged that ask meme too so. The whole thing for henry & tatiana :^)
i know this is late but shhhh!
PRE-RELATIONSHIP
How did they first meet?
Henry dragged a friend of his who had been shot to the hospital she had been working at since they were miles away from that one doctor’s house. She went to work right away on him without asking questions and drew suspicion away from them when other nurses and doctors would ask what he was in for. Henry thought that was admirable of her.
What was their first impression of each other?
Not gonna lie, Tatiana was nervous and rightfully so. I mean, she had an inkling that they were with the mob so of course she didn’t wanna step on any toes. She kept her mouth shut and only asked questions pertaining to the injury and pretty much handled herself well. 
Henry was just concerned with his friend, but once he was out of the woods he respected the way she handled herself and didn’t ask any questions that most people would. Whether she knew who they were, he didn’t bother to ask. 
Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?
Tatiana’s parents knew only little about him but they were happy she seemed to have found someone who made her happy. As for Henry, since he was the only one in America I imagine maybe his mom would’ve known about her through letters he sends back home (because he’s a momma’s boy) and she would be happy for him but yeah she never meets his family. :(
As for friends, since he introduced her to Vito and Joe, they were both surprised when he suddenly casually mentioned they were getting serious. Vito was even more surprised when he came out of the pokie and found out Henry had a kid. Regardless, they along with Claudia ;) were happy for them.
Who felt romantic feelings first?
Definitely Henry. Tatiana was reserved at first because she knew damn well he was dangerous, and getting mixed up with a guy like him would require a LOT of will power and mental strength, but eventually she does come to view Henry as an old-fashioned gentleman (much like her own father) and that really does hit it home for her.
Did either of them try to resist their feelings?
Both did. Even if Henry felt romantic feelings first, he would still try to resist because a) he felt as though he was disrespecting his late wife in a way and b) she was a nice girl and he didn’t want to drag her into his lifestyle. So even if he kept hanging around her, he was playing the whole “i like her. no i don’t. yes i do. no i don’t. <3″ card which wasn’t working out so well for him. 
If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?
Tatiana would believe it, and as for Henry he wouldn’t be the type to believe in that.
GENERAL
Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?
Tatiana actually asked him out...queen. He was confused at first, but ultimately he agreed and tbh he was glad she was the one who did it first.
Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?
Very old-fashioned! Dinner at a very nice restaurant. Henry ordered nothing but the finest for them. Tatiana thought it was gonna be awkward but it turned out they had so much in common. 
What was their first kiss like?
Gentle. Which is a huge contrast to Henry. She’s dated before but none have ever kissed her the way he did.
Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?
For Henry, she was his first and only baby mama! As for Tatiana, he was her first baby daddy and true love and he would’ve been her husband had he not been whacked. :/
What’s their height difference? Age difference?
Henry is 5′11 while Tatiana is 5′8″. They’re ten years apart with him being 43 and her being 33.
What’s their relationship with each other’s families?
Again, it’s complicated because neither got the chance to meet the other’s family. :(
Who takes the lead in social situations?
Henry does by far. Tatiana is a bit shy when it comes to mingling with other members of the family. She doesn’t want to say anything that would embarrass him even though he’s told her countless times that she could never embarrass him.
Who gets jealous easier?
Both are actually confident in both each other and themselves so they rarely feel any kind of jealousy. However, there’s been times when Henry’s been KINDA jealous if younger members of the family (basically those who didn’t know they were going out) would compliment Tatiana.
LOVE
Who said “I love you” first?
Definitely Henry. The thing about him is that he means what he says, and in the instance with Tatiana he was serious. 
What are their primary love languages?
Out in public, she’ll link her arm through his or he’ll have his hand on the small of her back. Very light touches of physical affection.
How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?
PDA is a no. They keep that indoors in the privacy of their home.
What are their favorite things to do together?
Dancing, going out to the movie theater or drive in, going to church on Sundays (since he goes and she’s catholic too soo) and just enjoying one another’s company really!
Who’s better at comforting the other?
Tatiana! She’s the heart of their relationship, and even though Henry is reserved with his feelings most of the time she can sense when something’s bothering him.
Who’s more protective?
Henry! He’s always afraid of something happening to her, mainly because he feels as though sometimes what they have is too good to be true so he’s worried it’ll be ripped away from him.
Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?
Verbal! They’re both big on ‘I love you’s’ and have no problem saying it.
What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?
Crazy He Calls Me - Billie Holiday
Return to Me - Dean Martin
All I Have to do is Dream - The Everly Brothers
Happiness is a Thing Called Joe - Peggy Lee
What kind of nicknames do they call each other?
Henry calls her either “Tati” or “Cara (dear)”. Tatiana refers to him, when they’re alone, as “Vida (life)”. 
DOMESTIC LIFE
If they get married, who proposes?
IF he hadn’t gotten quacked, he would’ve proposed because he was already going to before he met the cleavers. :/
What’s the wedding like? Who attends?
It would’ve been a HUGE affair with everyone in attendance because he’s an important person in the family. Not to mention, his brothers and mom would’ve been part of it too. Her own parents would be there as would her friends from the nurse corps. Godfather wedding baybee!
How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?
One and that’s miss Sally! Sally is like...more like her dad than her mother in some ways. She’s very bubbly and sociable which makes her well liked by almost everyone. Not to mention she’s got a criminal streak in her too. Appearances though she’s got her mama’s looks! Her eyes and smile mainly.
Do they have any pets?
One! Bogie which is a cute little white terrier that Henry gifted her for her Christmas. 
Who’s the stricter parent?
Definitely, when he was alive he was. It was mainly for her protection though since Sally was a very active kid for a four year old. As she gets older, it’s Tatiana since Sally is all she has left of Henry.
Who kills the bugs in the house?
Henry. Tatiana doesn’t do bugs.
How do they celebrate holidays?
Christmas parties galore like in the mob movies where everyone is over someone’s house and it’s a huge affair. Normally, Tatiana prefers the company of their closest friends to people she hardly knows, but ngl she’s not gonna pass up the chance to wear a new dress each Christmas. 
Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?
Tatiana! Once she feels Henry shift on the bed she entices him to stay in bed and he obliges. 
Who’s the better cook?
Henry. His cooking is the best thing about him in her opinion! She loves everything he cooks.
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stan-denbrough · 4 years
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i'm only weighing in to say i disagree with your characterization of stan. saying it's ooc for him to fight back is unrealistic... abuse doesn't only leave you deferent it leaves you angry too, i think that when faced with judith (who reads as a manifestation of his father's expectations and some outside obsession pennywise has with stan) it doesn't feel fair to me to say he's some weak scared child... youcan be scared and still strike back you know? completely infantilizing jews isn't good
Bitch where did I say he can’t fight back? I said he’d be terrified during the battle with Pennywise as adults... because all of them were. And I predicted that if Stan were there, it would still be Mike who said “We have to make him small, but there’s more than one way to make someone become smaller,” I just don’t see that changing because everyone headcanons Stan as this verbal assassin (which is a headcanon I enjoy, it’s just not realistic). 
And suggesting that Stan take a time out from the battle with Pennywise when they’re kids was purely to help give his arc more weight. Like... go read it? I clearly demonstrated that I wanted Stan to play a pivotal role in the fight. 
Literally, none of my canon analyses seek to infantilize Stan. Only to make him more narratively important or highlight how likable he is, because more people need to appreciate him. My aus on the other hand? Sure, you could make the case. But when I say “him baybee” it’s more shorthand for “The Losers are all fond of stan and feel protective of him and he appreciates their love and support and it’s a big ball of love,” because saying “him balboo” is just shorter. 
The conversation about abuse has little to do with Stan. Like, with Stan’s dad (and also Bill’s dad) the bare little sprinkling of character they both got, reminded me of my own unhealthy relationship with my father growing up. That’s the only parallels to abuse I drew to Stan (and Bill). 
And there you go with your flaccid appeals to wokeness. The antisemitic canard of Stan being an unmasculine cowardly weak crybaby was already doubled down on by the creators of the films, before they clumsily tried to retcon that by saying “No actually his suicide was noble and badass!” 
Anyway Stan does strike back, I have written about Stan striking back. Stan not striking back, freezing like a deer in the headlights, shutting down, those are also common responses to abuse too. To say “I don’t like how you infantilize Stan” is to basically say “You’re not letting this traumatized kid take back agency in the way I want him to :(”
1) I’m not “letting” Stan do or not do anything. He’s not real.
2) Stan can show he’s brave or strong in a number of different ways. Counterviolence against abusers is not the only way. I don’t think you mean to imply that it’s the only way, but for clarification, it’s not.
3) I’m not even characterizing Stan in that way in the first place?? I’ve written about Stan with a diverse number of attributes and facets to his character, both in canon and in my aus. What is consistent is that Stan is a sweet and kind boy/man who is loyal and caring toward his friends. But he’ll also pull out a dry remark of course. And I guess I add on top of that “Is clingy and likes to cuddle with Bill.” Like I don’t... even parse your “arguments” because they’re just so not... based on anything I’ve said?
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malafight · 4 years
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Long-Ass Life Update (I’m not dead!)
Finally a life update now that I’m back home. It’s been a painful and tiring couple of weeks :’) And actually some of the days/times might be off because I was like super fucking out of it for most of that time period.
Anyhow, I went to the ER on Friday the 1st after 3 days of severe stomach pain, and the local hospital is like notoriously shitty but I was in horrible pain ok
They actually took me seriously for once, took me back immediately, ekg, ultrasound, blood and piss tests, and told me from the start not to eat or drink anything.
They told me they found gallstones and one or more might be stuck in the bile duct, but they made it sound like it wasnt inflamed and there werent many, so I wasnt super worried? They sent me for an MRI and then told me that they didnt have the capability to get out any stones, so they sent my ass an hour away via ambulance to a much better hospital so they could do the probe thing they needed to. It took until Saturday night to get a room there, though, and they didnt know when I’d get there and since they figured theyd want to do the probe ASAP, I was kept completely without eating or drinking for all of Friday night and Saturday, after not eating more than a few bites of muffin on Friday and next to nothing Thursday either because Everything Hurt.
Also, Fentanyl is fucking magic. Thats the only thing that even vaguely touched the pain.
So anyhow, I get to the other hospital at fuck o’clock at night and God Damn Staved because, like I said, bitches gave me No Fucking Food for an entire day (I’m not kidding that hospital is horrible and has a horrible reputation for ending up with killing people or making situations worse but the next nearest hospitals are an hour away in different directions and I don’t often have anyone willing to drive me that far and I often don’t feel up to driving myself that far if I’m already at “need to go to the ER, fuck the money I don’t have” point, and Saer has only just gotten into the USA and the last time they came with me to the ER they ended up with a virus for like three weeks and I wasn’t gonna do that to them again!!) and finally when I got to that hospital they were like “yeah we won’t be able to do the probe until Monday so eat something and then tomorrow you’re on a liquid diet and then nothing by mouth after midnight” so they scrounged me up some chicken broth and orange juice at like ten o’clock at night and gave me Those Good Good Meds and I slept in a decent hospital bed instead of on a fucking ER bed like Friday night (since they were transferring me at the local hospital they didn’t admit me and I slept in the ER. yeah. i hurt too badly to sleep on my side even with pain meds, and I slept on an ER bed. I had to sleep all day Saturday on and off just to get vaguely rested, but honestly? this whole ordeal has been an adventure in sleep deprivation despite heavy sedatives)
Monday rolls around and they take me for the ERCP (iirc thats what it was) where they put a thing down my throat and cut the bile duct wider so the stone could pass, get that bitch cleared up, all is well. I was heavily sedated and remember none of it, just waking up with different pain in my stomach and the world’s worst sore throat.
I was on a liquid diet from that and until the extraction on Wednesday. I have drank my weight in broth and orange juice.
Wednesday they take me in to remove my gallbladder. It was supposed to be a simple laparoscopic procedure, nip it out, pull it, I go home in a couple days with a couple small cuts on my belly. My dad (and several other people) reassured me that it was routine and quick, and is an easy procedure that should take 2 hours at most. I told him, “Listen, with me, literally nothing is ever easy and you know that”
Fast forward to me waking up and my first thought is “is that a catheter? guess it didnt go so easy after all.” I’m pretty sure the first words I said as I woke up were “told you it wouldnt be easy” lmao
Remember how hospital #1 told me that my gallbladder wasn’t inflamed and there were only a couple gallstones?
It was chock goddamn full of gallstones and so inflamed that when they tried to get it out laparoscopically, it tore. He spent an hour trying to get it out that way safely before realizing that his only recourse is to cut me open and get it out that way. The procedure took closer to 5 hours.
I have at least 20 staples in my belly now and I hope I get a cool fuckin scar but shit hurts still. I was in the hospital slowly ramping up to eating solid food again until Friday when I was allowed to go home to Saer. I can’t lift anything more than 20 pounds for another like month, and my range of motion is a fraction of what it was before. I’m so easily exhausted now and i can barely do anything and it’s really fucking pathetic??? and every time I bring that up Saer is like “they TOOK your ORGAN” so
(its really sad that i’m so conditioned that If I’m Not Doing Everything I Can All The Time Then I’m Not Trying Hard Enough that even after having full surgery to remove an organ I’m like NO I CAN DO THE THING and then end up hurting myself s-sobs)
(we watched the episode of b99 today where gina comes back after getting hit by a bus and when she tried to dance while still in the halo saer pointed at her and was like “it u” and i was like “exCUSE” but like, tru)
anyhow, im home, and i have my wife with me, and saer is such a blessing right now because i cannot do SHIT and they need to help me off the couch sometimes if my dumb ass gets in a position with no leverage, and also ive already fallen off the couch like twice because i was like NO I GOT IT and saer was across the room like BEB NO U DONT and yeah im stubborn and stupid ok saer is saving me from myself for the most part
also also the app i drive for is shutting down in my city at the start of december hhhhh so now i also have to fuckin... find a job like this and uGH do not WANT ffff
but yeah thats something even my parents have okayed me holding off on until I’m better so if even my fuckin parents are like “pls chill???” yall know im fucked up
however i’m mostly weaned off opiod pain meds now and am only using them at night when it’s worse and hard to sleep, tylenol tends to take care of it well enough now. my range of motion is improving, too, but i am just still so easily tired that its frustrating. we went grocery shopping yesterday and even in the little motor scooter i was completely worn out by the end of it.
but im alive! all is well! i will continue improving! sorry for being so quiet during this but like I said, i’ve been some level of sedated for most of this event. not fully sedated except for the two procedures, but fentanyl and dilautin (ok i have no idea what it actually is and google isnt helping but i had a button for it) and then morphine and hydrocodone on top of not getting restful sleep At All due to pain, discomfort, and people coming in every hour for vitals checks... I was fuckin Gone i got fuckall done rip
however once my pain-induced blood pressure spike was lowered (i saw them take it at the ER and it was fuckin RED) everyone was like “...you have really good blood pressure??” like i’m pretty sure i have low blood pressure naturally and my size/genetics gives me high blood pressure and they kinda cancel each other out, but yeah. pretty cool.
my family kept swinging between “IF YOURE IN THAT MUCH PAIN FOR 24 HOURS YOU GO TO THE ER. YOU DO NOT WAIT THREE DAYS.” and “...jesus christ you have a high pain tolerance”
//throws the horns thats what chronic pain does to ya baybee
my mom especially was impressed because she was just like “you’re so calm talking to them about how much it hurts how are you doing that” and im just like “its literally wasted energy to freak out and i hurt too badly to move so im just gonna sit here and tell them im a ten and hope they take pity on me because i have no other options”
anyhow fun new experience and im pretty sure ive broken my brother’s hospitalization record and also pretty sure i’ve got enough medical debt on me now that i can literally file for bankruptcy so
also i can feel a void near my ribs and it is so bizarre yall fuckin organs need to close the gap asap bc this shit weird as hell
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flowrxchild · 5 years
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🌼Get To Know Me Tag🌼
Thanks @satans-helper for tagging me!!! This is gonna be a long one so if anyone feels it’s necessary, please tell me to shut up! oke doke les do it❤️
1. What’s your middle name?
Olivia!
2. How old are you?
20, very cool and very funky years..
3. When’s your birthday?
January 8th
4. What’s your zodiac sign?
Capricorn 🐏 also an Aries rising, Libra moon if anyone cares lol
5. What’s your favourite colour?
Rn it’s yellow!
6. What’s your lucky number?
Ok I rlly gotta pick one soon cuz I just don’t have one lol
7. Do you have any pets?
Used to have a chubby brown lab but she was an old girl:( BUT recently I have fed a stray cat enough for him to come back everyday so he is now mine by Ricky Law™️
8. Where are you from?
Toronto, Canada baybee
9. How tall are you?
5’5
10. What shoe size are you?
7 and a half? I think?
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
Not that many like 5 tops lol
12. What was your last dream about?
Last night I dreamt about going horse back riding?? I woke up like ...she’s a horse girl, I knew it..
13. What talents do you have?
I can draw/paint?? Also I’m a pretty snazzy photographer
14. Are you psychic in any way?
I’m definitely intuitive...I’ve experienced some very strange coincidences in my life...
15. Favourite song?
Jimi Hendrix’ Voodoo Chile
16. Favourite Movie?
Moonrise Kingdom
17. Who would be your ideal partner?
*stares in Josh Kiszka yearn*
18. Do you want children?
Erm not sure yet
19. Do you want a church wedding?
Lol I want whatever the opposite of a church wedding is..
20. Are you religious?
Nope.
21. Have you ever been to the hospital?
Yes. I’m so clumsy I am a danger to myself at this point...
22. Have you ever gotten in trouble with the law?
No I’m literally a baby chicken and will cry if u raise ur voice at me
23. Have you ever met any celebrities?
Not formally? I’ve seen a lot of random celebrities just walking around tho cuz I live in a big city
24. Baths or showers?
Showers, practically but I love me a good bath now and again
25. What color socks are you wearing?
Im not wearing any ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ;-) Sam Kiszka tease ;-) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
26. Have you ever been famous?
One time my painting was put into a community art gallery and they took my photo for the local newspaper except they made the centre fold of the page fold into the picture around my face so it got all distorted and it was like when Mike Wazowski was in the Monsters Inc commercial...
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?
Not rlly..
28. What type of music do you like?
Rock, folk and indie but I will listen to anything
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?
Yes. Me and my friends do it every year as a cottage tradition!
30. How many pillows do you sleep with?
3...I need to be snuggled AND supported
31. What position do you usually sleep in?
I don’t sleep unless I curl up into the smallest ball possible like a friggin cat
32. How big is your house?
She smol
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?
Literally just coffee most days. I love anarchy
34. Have you ever fired a gun?
Nope. Don’t have the desire to either.
35. Have you ever tried archery?
I have not but I’ve always wanted to!
36. Favourite clean word?
Cozzy
37. Favourite swear word?
Cunty but like as an adjective
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
Not rlly sure...probably only a day. I’m a very sleepy person
39. Do you have any scars?
Yep
40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
If I told you, they wouldn’t be secret ;-)
41. Are you a good liar?
No not at all. My face gives it away so badly
42. Are you a good judge of character?
I like to think so. My first impressions of people tend to be true.
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?
Ya but not well ahsgag
44. Do you have a strong accent?
I don’t think I do, but my family from the states always says we have the stereotypical “Canadian accent”.
45. What is your favourite accent?
I loooove Irish accents. I find them very pleasing to hear!
46. What’s your personality type?
INFP-T to be precise
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?
My prom dress I think? I got it a Free People for 90$ and at that store, that’s a steal...
48. Can your curl your tongue?
Yeth
49. Are you an innie or an outie?
If this is referring to my belly button then, innie
50. Left or right handed?
Right handed
51. Are you scared of spiders?
Ew ya
52. Favourite food?
Ok my fave food is also my fave foreign food and it’s Indian!
53. Favourite foreign food?
^
54. Are you a clean or messy person?
messy...ITS CAREFUL CHAOS OK?
55. Most used phrase?
I really am not sure...
56. Most used word?
probably ‘like’. Yes I’m gen Z, yes I have trouble articulating my thoughts. And what about it???
57. How long does it take you to get ready?
I need at least an hour...I like to plan
58. Do you have much of an ego?
I don’t think so??
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?
If you bite lollipops, you’re in jail now, I don’t make the law.
60. Do you talk to yourself?
Yes, I’m the funniest person I know.
61. Do you sing to yourself?
Yes, funny you ask, I’m not only the funniest person I know, but also North America’s greatest entertainer!
62. Are you a good singer?
No! But I will preform for myself and the spiders living in my room. Yes, we exist!
63. Biggest fear?
Losing the people I love, being trapped.
64. Are you a gossip?
No yuck i hate it.
65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?
this is too broad and difficult but The Witch. It’s spooky and dramatic.
66. Do you like long or short hair?
I don’t rlly have a preference...
67. Can you name all 50 states of America?
Probably if I try really really hard lol as a Canadian, this is a good road trip game
68. Favourite school subject?
Art or English!
69. Extrovert or introvert?
Introvert
70. Have you ever been scuba diving?
No but something about makes me anxious
71. What makes you nervous?
I would really love to find something that doesn’t make me anxious. Let’s start with that.
72. Are you scared of the dark?
No! I find it comforting sometimes actually
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?
Depends. I hate confrontation so I only do it if it really matters...
74. Are you ticklish?
Ok I wanna know who isn’t! Like whomst is not ticklish??
75. Have you ever started a rumour?
I hope not...I would feel very stinky
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?
If by authority you mean telling my sister to get out of my unassigned-assigned spot on the couch even though my voice cracks a little as I do it causing her to laugh even harder, than yes.
77. Have you ever drank underage?
Yes. *police sirens grow closer*
78. Have you ever done drugs?
I have done a weed or 2. Yes
79. Who was your first real crush?
My neighbour lol
80. How many piercings do you have?
3! My ears and also my cartilage! Used to have my septum, but it caused me too many problems so i let it grow over :(
81. Can you roll your R’s?
Ya!
82. How fast can you type?
So fast *spongebob voice* wanna see me do it again?
83. How fast can you run?
I would probably be the first to go in a horror movie
84. What colour is your hair?
Dark brown
85. What colour are your eyes?
Brown
86. What are you allergic to?
Nothing substantial.
87. Do you keep a journal?
Ya I do!
88. What do your parents do?
My mums a school secretary and my dads a fraud investigator
89. Do you like your age?
U know what, ya..I can’t complain.
90. What makes you angry?
Injustice and rudeness
91. Do you like your own name?
Ya I don’t mind it
92. Have you already thought of baby names if so what are they?
I mean I have names that I like but it’s not something I write down so I always forgot lol
93. Do you want a boy or a girl child?
I really couldn’t care less
94. What are your strengths?
Physically, I’m a sack of bones with the upper body strength of a new born baby but I like to think my sense of humour makes me tolerable *finger guns*
95. What are your weaknesses?
I am one frightened human bean.
96. How did you get your name?
Tru story: throughout my moms whole pregnancy, everyone including the doctors were convinced I was gonna be a boy because they could never get a clear look at me in the ultra sounds so my parents had only picked out boy names until I was born to which they changed their choice of “Eric” to Erika :))
97. Were your ancestors royalty?
Not at all lol
98. Do you have any scars?
Did I already answer this one? I think I did?
99. Colour of your bedspread?
White with pink floral pattern! (From ikea lol)
100. Colour of your room?
It’s an off-white
Ok I wanna tag these lovely beans @pe2chie @turntonightfirelight @camomillacatalina @witchgoddess @blackdressedtinyone 💗💗💗
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bounnostra · 4 years
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Howler || Cowboy || Trial 3-1 || RE: Obama, Pincer, Knives, Magic, Fabric
You'd think that Cowboy would've been one of the first ones to point out this case's supernatural aspects. This is the sort of thing he's been pushing for with every other trial: some explanation beyond the reasonable. Some fantastical element that makes things especially interesting. It's here and yet, after all of these latest revelations, he just feels...like he doesn't want it anymore. That maybe if none of that was at play, Amita and Boots would still be here.
Everyone's insistence that Boots is dead shuts him up for a while, but he finds enough of his voice to make light of whatever danger may be in store for them next.
"I dunno, La Bamba, it could just be that the clock's gonna strike twelve and our lovely carriage is gonna turn into one giant ass ugly pumpkin. Or Mr. Sand's right 'n' Amita's darlin' l'il hellspawn's aboutta show up. Who knows? We live in excitin' times, don't we?"
Everyone's always living on the edge in this place.
"Also wanna double down on the 'done once' part of that fireplace message. So I'm thinkin' that nixes anythin' about a planned double murder. And all those knives...if that shit really is part of some summonin', then their positions have gotta form some kinda symbol when drawn from above. Do they? I dunno."
Cowboy gives a small, noncommittal shrug.
"Anyway, hard for me to picture the knives originally being meant as weapons in a standard sense cuz levitation's just some soft floaty shit, right? Amita couldn't nyoom a knife into somebody. That's like, cuttin' into telekinesis power territory. Stay in yer lane, y'know? So I wouldn't say her magic could do anythin'. Definitely not worth much shit in a fight. But mebbe those knives were set up all over the place just cuz they were silver and meant to weaken somebody at those certain key points."
He doesn't add to that with his usual amount of conviction.
"Gotta say, though, it's a funny combo. Levitation. Shapeshiftin'. If yer gonna go with Amita needin' Boots in particular, then y'gotta figure out what the synergy woulda been. What's so crucial about those two that they had to be combined for whatever the fuck this shit show of a plan was? I ain't seein' it, which is why I'm thinkin' there mighta been a better option and that Boots is our third party in the mix. She mighta caught wind of somethin' and just saw the chance to mess with some shit. Coulda shifted into the wrong somebody. Sadly, there's nothin' really concrete for that. Gotta think some more on that one."
For once, he's making an early concession on a point. The dark brown fabric, though...
"Let's keep holdin' onta that. The oh so mysterious fabric. My coat's brown but it's an all-fur luxury model, baybee. Somebody's prolly got a brown somethin' they ain't accountin' for. And if y'really wanna get microscopic here, you can start by gettin' rid of the confirmed supers we do know about, and take a hard look at everybody else's clothes and behavior. Anybody here have a thing for the moon? Come on out. Or maybe don't yet. Let's figure out your real trigger first... Blood? Something shiny? Can't wait to find ya, buddy. Yer gonna be in for a real treat later."
So much for not getting back on his supernatural bullshit. Cowboy smiles pleasantly, perhaps back to normal now that he's gotten that vague threat out.
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