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borntoyearn · 1 year

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It's loud, too loud for Simon's liking. He's here for you though, so he'll endure it. However, it would be a huge lie if he said he wasn't enjoying himself even a little bit.

The fair is huge; parents, children, and couples bustle about. You and Simon add to the already massive crowd. He looks hilarious though– a redwood among little willows.

It's what he feared at first. "I'll look out of place, love. It's not my kind of crowd." You frowned at this, but then had to recognize that pushing him to go to such a noisy and busy place was not a good idea.

Simon reconsiders. If he wants to be a good boyfriend, he has to try and do couple-y things with you. So fuck it, the fair it is.

You both agreed no rides, that would be pushing it. Maybe the ferris wheel would be an exception. Either way, you're so happy. It's night already, you and Simon sit on a bench away from the crowds. His mask is pulled down and he's going in on a churro. He offers you a bite and you take it. A tiny bit of cinnamon sugar blends with his stubble. Maybe it'll taste better on its own, so you kiss it off of his lips.

It's such a cliché moment. You take in the crowd, the colorful lights, and the 2014 electronic song that sounds too familiar...you want to cry. So you do.

Your lips quiver and your facial muscles betray you– a frown forms. Tears come streaming down. Happy tears, or nostalgic ones, you're not too sure.

"What's wrong?" Simon snaps you out of whatever trance this was. He tucks a piece hair behind your ear.

"Nothing, just me being dramatic." He doesn't buy it. For a quick moment, Simon thinks you regret bringing up the idea for you both to come here. I mean he didn't (or couldn't) give you the full experience. A valid reason to cry, maybe even break up with him. The thought leaves as fast as it came when you give him a smile. He flinches a little. It's the same smile that made him fall hard for you. Still, he has to make sure.

"You're crying though, how come?" He asks, concern written in his eyes. "Not sure," you reply, "I think I'm just really fucking happy right now." He breathes, relieved. The three special words are still a little hard for him to say. He wants to though, so fucking bad. Simon's way is taking your hand into his and kissing your fingers. He places your hand on his unmasked cheek and prays that you feel all the love he has for you.

Fuck, you're crying again.

You grab both sides of his face and kiss him. Deep. An action that tells him you feel the exact same way. It tells him that he can do normal things like this with you and it'll make him the happiest bloke on planet Earth. It tells him that no matter what he did in the past, he is allowed to feel love and to be loved.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. The walk back to the car is one you'll never forget. Simon Riley, Ghost, carrying a massive strawberry cow plush on his back. It's almost as big as he is. He fought for it too, so you guess you'll share the prize.

You didn't want Simon to win it for you at first, but the balloon pop game was kicking your ass. He's down thirty bucks– five for each set of darts. Every time you miss, his eye twitches. You're determined, he'll give you that.

By some miracle, you hit the five balloons. You had your eye on the cow since you got there, and now you're gonna have it. You're ecstatic and Simon no longer has to watch you fail miserably at this sketchy game.

You want to cry for an entirely different reason as the stoned worker hands you a poop plush. A fucking poop emoji plush. Simon guffaws. There's no fucking way.

"Wait no, what about those plushes!" You furiously point at the cows. The teen rolls his eyes, "Sorry lady, you gotta pop fifteen in a row to get those."

Oh there's no way in hell that Simon is going to stand here and wait until you do that. He snatches his wallet out for the umpteenth time and shoves a twenty-dollar bill into the workers hand. He grabs the darts and swiftly pops fifteen balloons back to back.

"She'll have the pink one."

You fucking love him.

a/n: woahhhh feeling super emo at 2am, what else is new. its also raining so that doesnt help. 🥲 not sure if its a universal feeling but fairs make me soerrrr sad but happy?? i love them. oh if you're wondering, the song that was playing at the fair was 'stay the night' by zedd w hailey williams 😣 need to work on my pacing but literally could care less just eat this damn food pls!!

#love u simon riley <3 #and love u hailey williams??#idk #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader

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neukdaez · 8 months

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letterboxd (neukdaez' 100 follower special)

welcome to my 100-follower milestone special! this will be a collection of one shots per member based on different movies. plot and storylines won't be the exact same as the movies, but rather will be heavily inspired by elements within the film.

all 04 liner members and older will contain smut in their stories while harutaki's will be pg16 at most, and maki's is just full tooth-rotting fluff :>

p.s. more detailed tags and warnings will be added in each individual one shot.

sit back, relax, and grab a bucket of popcorn while you select your movie of choice! 🎬

koga yudai - the proposal (2009)

synopsis: being asked to marry your jerk boss to keep him from getting deported was the last thing you expected to do when you accepted this job. but hey, at least your taste in wedding bands are the same.

murata fuma - the fast and the furious: tokyo drift (2006)

synopsis: fresh from shizuoka, a newbie drifter saunters into tokyo's drift racing scene, wanting to make a name for himself. and maybe snag the drift king's pretty girlfriend in the process.

nicholas wang - scream (1996)

synopsis: someone is watching you, following your every move. every guy you just as much as exchange a few words with ends up dead. you're terrified of whoever fucked up individual is doing this. but maybe you're just as fucked up as he is.

byun euijoo - divergent (2014)

synopsis: he was the first jumper, eyes wide and hands trembling when you helped him down from the net. he sticks out like a sore thumb, quiet and unassuming among the rowdy dauntless initiates. but he's sweet. and he's yours.

nakakita yuma - now you see me (2013)

synopsis: you're supposed to be pulling off the heist of your life, and should definitely not be messing around with your colleague. you're the escape artist and he's the sleight. can you escape faster than he can pick your lock?

asakura jo - the phantom of the opera (2004)

synopsis: this is your big break, your entry ticket to the world of theatre. the applause nearly deafens you, the lights blinding your face. but beneath it all, you hear someone singing to you, beckoning you.

shigeta harua - the greatest showman (2017)

synopsis: you have nowhere to turn to and so the circus becomes your home. while the crowds of people fall in love with the dazzling performer you appear to be, the ringmaster's son falls in love with the quiet regality of the woman behind the performances.

takayama riki - spider-man: into the spider-verse (2018)

synopsis: you're not one to speculate on alternative realities and parallel timelines. as your city's spiderwoman, you have better things to think about than the multiverse. except the proof of the multiverse is staring right at you and his name is taki.

hirota riki - flipped (2010)

synopsis: you loved watching him from your window. and seeing him in the hallway at school. and 'accidentally' falling into the same cadence when biking home. you would do anything for this boy. hopefully he gets your name right next time.

#&team scenarios #&team imagines #&team smut #&team drabbles

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player1064 · 24 days

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march 2014

WIP asks but it's just the various sections of my happy (???) beville (/angsty carraville) WIP

salford time let's gooooooo.. I know in real life becks didn't get in on Salford until like 2019 but in this universe there's obviously no Miami bc he's not rich enough so he can have Salford be his little project instead. as a treat

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March, 2014.

“Wha’d’you think about buyin’ a football club?”

“Babe, I know you hate the Glazers but I’m not sure we’ve got a spare billion lying around.”

“I don’t hate –” Gary shakes his head, dismissing that line of argument. “I wasn’t thinkin’ United, you twat. I was thinkin’ a project. Somewhere small, non-league. Proper local, like.”

David looks at him with a squint that says he knows he’s not got any actual say in the matter, then he rolls his eyes and asks “so what’s the club, then?”

Gary beams at him, hops onto his spot on the couch next to him. “Oh, Becks, it’s brilliant,” he says. “I went by there the other day, the grounds are fallin’ apart around them. There’s a committee of volunteers runnin’ it, they’ve hardly got any cash at all.”

Now to convince the other four.

“One of us’ll ‘ave to run it, won’t we? The day to day, like.”

Ryan and Nicky both immediately raise their hands in a ‘not it’ sort of gesture, which is exactly what Gary had been expecting. They’re both too busy at United, and too impatient to have any sort of heads for business. Phil seems like he’s buzzing a bit, all nervous or excited energy that he can’t quite keep in. But he thinks he’s stupid, so he’ll never volunteer himself.

Becks crosses his arms and turns with a smirk to Scholesy, who in return shoots him a look of resignation.

In sync, the two of them turn back to Gary expectantly.

After a moment’s silence, Becks raises an eyebrow and says “go on then, Gaz, make your pitch.”

“There’s no pitch!” he says quickly, then cringes a bit at how squeaky his voice had come out. “But if none of you lot want to do it – I am good at this business stuff, in’t I? And I know about all the – administrative bollocks, that comes with a football club. More’n any of you, anyway.”

Everyone shrugs in a sort of disinterested agreement, and with that Gary’s quite happy to call it a day. Except for the fact that David clears his throat, looks around the room.

“Can I make my pitch, now?” he asks Gary, still with that stupid perfect smirk of his.

Gary waves him on.

“You’ve already got your businesses, and you’ve got Sky, and the England job. Most people, just one ‘a those would be their full time job. And I know I’m not that clever, an’ I don’t know the first thing about running a football club, but you can teach me all that.”

What he doesn’t say, what Gary knows he won’t say in front of all their friends, is that he’s been out of the game six months and he’s already bored out of his mind. David has always been someone that’s in constant motion, always working, always chasing after the next opportunity – the photoshoots, the charity fundraisers, the ‘inspiring the next generation’ speeches. And he’s still got all that, but now there’s this the big football-shaped hole at the centre of his universe that he doesn’t know what to do with.

Sometimes, Gary wishes they’d had the option of starting a family. David would’ve been a great father, he’s seen the way he is with Phil’s kids. Gary, probably not so much, but he’d’ve tried. He’d’ve tried. Maybe then they’d have both had a reason to slow down a bit, to try enjoy what they’ve got instead of always pushing for more, more, more.

Or maybe that’s just who they are. Maybe that’s what made them great. What made them legends.

Gary had been looking forward to getting his hands dirty at Salford. He’s already got pages and pages of notes, stacks of books in his study about running a football club.

He loves David best when he’s working, when he’s focused. Stood alone on the training pitch at the Cliff, hours after everyone else has gone home. Just one more kick, Gaz, then I’m done. Top right corner. Crossbar. And again. From further back, this time. Faster. Stronger. Again. Again. Perfect. Again.

“I think that’s a brilliant idea, Becks,” he says softly, reaching for his hand under the table to give it a squeeze.

“The documentary crew want to film everyone at home. Show that we’re down to earth, I think.”

“Well they can fuck right off then, can’t they?”

“Gary…” David sighs.

It had been Gary’s idea, the Salford documentary. It feels like they’re on the verge of something here, something special. His whole body hums with the anticipation. So of course he’d want that on camera, want the whole country to see what he and his friends are capable of.

Maybe he hadn’t entirely thought through what a documentary would entail.

“Fine,” he concedes. “You film in the house, me in the penthouse? When’s the last time we did anythin’ up in there, should probably get a designer in to make it more modern, right? And then the house, where d’you think they’ll want to film? Living room? Kitchen? Best swap out the photos in all the downstairs rooms, just t’be safe.”

“I'm sorry.”

The words stop Gary in his tracks, make him turn to blink dumbly at David.

David's lips are pressed tightly together, his brow furrowed. He really does sound sorry, which is absurd because it's hardly his fault they're in this situation. It's not anyone's fault. It's just football.

When David had got his first boot deal, when more attention started being turned on him, he'd asked his agent what would happen, if the press heard I was dating someone that's not a girl, and had received a pretty definitive answer. And again, when Sir Alex had found out years later. And again, and again, and again.

There are some things a footballer just can't be.

Neither of them are footballers anymore. Or maybe they won't ever be anything but footballers.

#have i actually explained this au properly. BASICALLY gaz and becks get together when theyre very young #so becks never marries victoria so there's never a MASSIVE fallout with sir alex #so he never leaves united properly. he goes to madrid for a season long loan then comes back.#finishes his career at utd so no LA no milan no paris #he's still The Most Famous Footballer but he's not like. he's not global phenomenon david beckham bc how could he be without victoria there #beville #wip asks

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mlobsters · 7 months

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supernatural s10e2 reichenbach (w. andrew dabb)

truly didn't notice dean's jacket or the amulet just *squint* why is his face all smooth like the unfortunate cg choices in twilight breaking dawn

forgot to look it up but yes padalecki injury from... wrestling with kevin at a con??

Sam's arm is seen in a sling because Jared injured his shoulder and had to have surgery. It was still healing when filming for the season commenced. The injury occurred while wrestling with Osric Chau at Jus In Bello Italy 2014. Watch video of Osric relating how it happened. The explanation given in the show is that Sam was injured by a demon while he and Cas were searching for clues to Dean's disappearance. Sam wears the sling in the first four episodes of the season. Jared had previously wore a plaster cast on screen in season two for episodes 2.05 Simon Said through to 2.11 Playthings, following an on-set injury to his wrist.

how old is this cole dude supposed to be? his actor (travis aaron wade) is older than jackles.... (born 1975 and 1978, respectively).

when he was 13, it says. okay but LOL. at the choices in the past to have young dean be a different actor so he was supposed to be some mid20s lookin dude at 18/19 😂 i get so hung up on these silly pointless details

COLE Now…I know Dean's family and all, but he gave you up. And you have no reason to protect him -- none.

aforementioned family surely isn't enough

kind of clever i guess technically cutting between sam getting tortured and dean beating the shit out of the dude at the strip club (to the same song dean had in his pg-13 stripper dream from whenever ago when anna showed up in it [s5e13]) but then kind of sucks any fun out of dean beating the shit out of the dude. which maybe they're making a point or maybe they're just being tonally confusing again :p or maybe i just have extra strong feelings about torture in media!

SAM The Mark --I-I guess it --it just messed him up. I don't know. CASTIEL That is a vast understatement.

made me laugh

also, like that j2 interview, i need someone to tell me to make my observations snappier

i was wondering if dean knew he was a demon. brain scrambling desperately to figure out where he's looking. but it's all the same!

CROWLEY And I know that you want to keep the party going. You want to have fun, fun, fun till daddy takes the black eyes away.

is sam going to be daddy in this scenario?

HANNAH I understand the three beans, but...What's the surprise?

apparently we needed a lady angel to be clueless like cas too

show sure is trying to act like it wants them to smooch. the very special episode where hannah learns why humans and their feelings aren't so bad after all and maybe she wants to smash cas? if smashable

how i feel about the angel subplots generally 😔

DEAN Does it matter? He was a douche. Now he's a dead douche. CROWLEY Of course it matters! The deal was one dead wife for one soul. The wife's not dead, I don't get the soul. It's math.

also made me laugh. demon math ✅

DEAN Oh, whatever I want. CROWLEY Really? Because I think you don't know what you want. Tell me, Dean -- what are you? A demon? If so, why isn't Lester's wife dead? Did you feel sorry for her? So maybe you're human. Except you have those pretty black peepers and you're working alongside me. Why don't you do us all a great big favor and PICK A BLOODY SIDE?!

doesn't want sam but also rudderless

DEAN Or what? Hmm? Go ahead. Make a move. See how it ends. I ain't your friggin' bestie, and I ain't taking orders from you. When I need to kill, I'll call. Until then, stay out of my way. CROWLEY Fine. It's over. What can I say? Crazy ones -- well, they're good for a fling, but they're not relationship material.

that does not seem like the most practical place to stow your special knife on your person

CROWLEY You're here for Dean. I'm here to give him to you. SAM What? CROWLEY The little prat's bad for business. He's...uncontrollable. Must be the Mark. Anyway, Dean's your problem now -- again, forever.

yes, the mark. that's it!

HANNAH Metatron. METATRON I knew you'd come back. That white-hot spark between us -- I felt it.

ew david

METATRON Well...Everybody wants something. Question is, are you willing to pay for it? Are you willing to...I don't know -- let me out? Oh, come on. don't look so shocked. You knew what I'd ask for. And you wouldn't have come here if you weren't willing to pony up. HANNAH It doesn't make it any easier.

.... what

METATRON Fair enough. So... Let me sweeten the pot. I have had time to... think. And I've decided -- screw earth. You pop that lock, I'll give you Castiel's Grace and then scamper off to another planet -- another galaxy, even --and you will never see me again. And in return... you get Cas back at full power -- large and in charge. And that's what you really want, isn't it? Somebody big and strong telling you what to do. Poor little Hannah. You're so desperate to be dominated.

double ew jfc

METATRON Ugh. You know perfectly well what she's doing, ass-tiel.

so childish but i still laughed

that piano does not sound like it's doing so hot lol

from wiki

The few notes Dean plays on the piano appear to be from the Beatles song "Hey Jude," which was the song Mary would sing to Dean as a lullaby.

and it's so few notes i figured lemme play the song to hear the piano at the beginning but then i'm just listening to it and crying because dead parent and hey jude

SAM It doesn't matter, all right? 'Cause whatever went down, whatever happened, we will fix it. DEAN Will we? 'Cause right now, I'm doing all I can not to come over there and rip your throat out... with my teeth. I'm giving you a chance, Sam. You should take it. SAM I'm gonna have to pass. DEAN Well, I'm not walking out that door with you. I'm just not. So, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna kill me? SAM No. DEAN Why? You don't know what I've done. I might have it coming. SAM Well, I don't care. Because you are my brother. And I'm here to take you home.

was thinking earlier how sam had the whole soul being shoved back in thing and the gadreel being shoved in thing, about time dean had something forcibly shoved in him thing

DEAN Hmm. Ah! “You're my brother, and I'm here to take you home.” Yeah, what is this, a Lifetime movie? Huh? With your puppy-dog eyes? Oh, thanks, Sammy. I needed that.

i do like how he's made demon!dean pretty distinct from human!dean. so much smiling!

COLE Nyack, New York, June 21, 2003.

okay so. he's supposed to be.... 24. and his actor is 39. he does have a young face! but. this reminds me of how i could not wrap my head around chiyoh's actor supposedly knowing hannibal when he was young lol other than ~magic~

looking very well hinged there, dean-o

rolling my eyes at the extended staring at the picture of dean and crowley and hey there lonely girl.

DEAN You call that mercy? Imagine you spend your whole life hunting down the guy that knifed your father. When you finally find him... He whips you like a dog. How do you think that feels?

putting aside we saw cole bleeding all over the library for demon research for a second, unless they're the only special ones that double down and go back after the guy... :p safe to assume he's just gonna come after you again

DEAN And what I'm gonna do to you, Sammy... Well, that ain't gonna be mercy, either.

now see that is actually distressing! stakes i care about

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 10x02 #andrew dabb #demon dean #na na na na-na-na hey jude 🥲

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likeadevils · 4 months

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Other than Sparks Fly, what are the other pre-Folklore songs where Taylor returns to an old muse?

i don’t necessarily believe all of these, and i find most of these to be exceptions to the 18 month since the breakup rule in one way or another, but:

holy ground: written in feb 2012, long after the breakup in sep/oct 2008, and any other non-jake breakup

i knew you were trouble: some people say it’s about john, which would definitely be more then 18 months from their breakup in like, january-ish 2010, for both the chorus (~jan 2012) and the verses and bridge (june 2012). there’s a strong argument for jake, and while their relationship didn’t have as clear of an end date, the Big breakup was in december 2010, which is about exactly 18 months from june 2012. that being said, i think the verses and the bridge were written with harry in mind more than anyone else, and they had their first breakup in late april 2012. though all in all it’s about a pattern of behavior that stretches back to like, high school for taylor, so like. idk man have fun

in a similar jake-or-harry vein, the very first night, likely written sometime in the back half of 2012, is more than 18 months from the Big jake breakup, but also maybe it’s about harry, and also maybe it was written in early 2012, and also jake was in her life for a long time after the Big breakup

now that we don’t talk was probably written in late 2014, and therefore probably more than 18 months from the Big haylor breakup in january 2013, but again, end date is kinda fluid on that one, and so is the exact date ntwdt was written

some people think ready for it is about harry which i think we can all recognize as haylor brain worms, but on the 1 in a million chance it is about him, spring 2017 would be loooong after that whole saga

also to touch on sparks fly, most of the changes taylor made from the 2006 draft are to make it less about the original muse (changing it to green eyes, taking away the line about falling in love in an empty bar), so like, it’s more that she returned to the song in 2010 and less that she returned to the muse, but you know still technically counts

we also have some summer 2012 jake songs that pushed the cut off for over a year for me (the last time and we are never ever getting back together, and probably run). there’s also some joe jonas songs that were possibly written post september 2009, but i don’t really know the last song she wrote about it, beyond better than revenge and let’s go in july 2009. and also maaaaybe some sam armstrong songs but i can’t stress enough how shaky the timeline of their relationship is, and how hazy who tell me why and the way i loved you are about, and when they were written.

tl:dr, more than a year is possible, but more than 18 months is Rare, and more than five years is unheard of

#asks*

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strayfriend · 2 years

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I have too many pets. Here they are all in one place.

(no the newest cat has not been added yet)

Steven Tiberius Beans. God's perfect little animal except that he needs to be walked at least twice a week or he'll scream and try to run out the door. Born July 2017. Made of morning sunbeams and cinnamon. Extremely touchable tummy. Captain of the debate team. Once very clearly yelled "fuck you" at me but in his defense I said it to him first.

Eggs Benedict (Bennifer, Bimby, Bindle etc) cannot contain his emotions. Big happy, big scared, little baby legs. Muzzle trained and sedated for your safety. Plays the toddler xylophone. Feigns stupidity to manipulate others, has an absurd sense of humor. Built like a beanie baby but would bite a toddler over a squeaky toy. Born November 2019 (highly inbred and has major pandemic puppy problems).

Seeker (Dreamsend Dream Seeker) was rehomed to me from sheer dumb luck Fall of 2020 because the universe knew we were meant to be together. His manner of grumbling resembles a human speech pattern with a stutter. Sweet sensitive perfect creature. Can summon small localized breezes specifically to blow his hair around and occasionally dream walks to visit his friends. Born August 2014.

Susuwatari (Susu, Soup, Soupy) is a former bottlefed foster that my sister couldn't let go of, so she gave him to one of my partners. Buddies with Benny. Cuddly. Gets protective of little fuzzy pompom toys. Says Eeeeh instead of meow. Born and adopted sometime in 2020. If anyone opens the fridge while he's in the kitchen he grabs their ass and yells until he is given spinach. This is known as Soup and Salad time.

Sully (Suliman) was dumped at my clinic with a bunch of other young cats. I was fostering him but failed almost immediately. He thinks everyone should love him despite the fact his favorite hobby is causing problems. He knows exactly how cute his face is and will make baby eyes at you after affectionately biting your nose (hard!)

Former kitties Aris and Kiwi (tagged Kwee or kweecat) may come up from time to time but were humanely euthanized due to poor quality of life from unmanageable arthritis and worsening kidney failure.

Miyoko left the physical plane in 2024 but I'm leaving her blurb as it was when she was with me.

I think Miyoko is an animated pile of dust, fur, abandoned birdnest bits, and dryer lint that an irresponsible enchanter left in a Whole Foods parking lot. Completely delusional, told me she is a lost ruler of the fae because she has minor residual magical abilities. Not a fold, scar tissue rumpled her ears after untreated infection. Chooses violence. Adopted early 2020. Thinks Seeker is her best friend but he just ignores her because he knows she is unstable. Flings curses over perceived slights. Tread carefully. Maybe she IS fae I don't really know.

And finally, Cakepop was a very sick 2-3 week old kitten I found in 2017 and bottlefed. He passed away from Panleukopenia between 9-10 weeks old. It's hard to find my posts of him because my tagging then was very inconsistent. My heart is still pretty broken about losing him.

#steve beans #eggs benedict the dog #miyoko kitty #dreamsend dream seeker #susuwatari tag #sullycat

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kylesvariouslistsandstuff · 1 year

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5 Years Later: INCREDIBLES 2

Has it already been almost five years since the release of an animated movie sequel that arrived nearly 14 years after its predecessor?

INCREDIBLES 2 turns 5 in June. June 15th, to be exact, the general release date. Or the 14th, if you count theaters that do pre-shows. That's a UK poster above, it was July 13th over there... Anyways, around that frame! I want to talk about that movie...

I actually unironically love INCREDIBLES 2.

Maybe I'm very online, but it seems like this Pixar sequel isn't so... Well-liked? I often see talk of it being this big disappointment, that the "twist" kills it, that it wasn't worth the wait, etc. etc.

I don't know. I saw INCREDIBLES 2 the pre-show Thursday night back in 2018. I had seen the original THE INCREDIBLES in theaters *five* times back in fall 2004 and even into early 2005. It's one of my all-time favorite films, a massive influence on my own work, and a movie that I...

Didn't demand a sequel to...

Yeah, that's right, I'm not like everybody else. Everybody else who all said "I waited 14 years for this!" I didn't... I waited... Four years. The Walt Disney Company, during a shareholder's conference, officially announced that the movie was in the works in March of 2014. Prior to that, I didn't feel that a sequel needed to exist. The ending of the first movie is an homage to serial cliffhangers, it wasn't the filmmakers saying in 2004 "we'll be back!" Writer-director Brad Bird went off to do other movies, and wanted to pursue other movies, some of which never happened (1906), some of which finally are (RAY GUNN)... He had often said he had various ideas for an INCREDIBLES sequel and would only commit to them if he had a story to tie them all together, but that didn't mean that a sequel was going to happen. At least, any time soon back then.

Inevitably, if your animated movie was a big blockbuster and the main characters all didn't die at the end, your animated movie is getting a sequel. THE INCREDIBLES came out when Pixar still couldn't feasibly make sequels per their strict contract with Disney at the time. TOY STORY 2 was a complicated exception that caused even more problems regarding this "no sequels" rule... but that very "no sequels" mandate was overridden in early 2006 when CEO Bob Iger, shortly after taking over from his predecessor - Michael Eisner, bought the Emeryville-based studio from Steve Jobs. That being said, Bird was directing RATATOUILLE, and then departed Pixar to pursue live-action movies, resulting in MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE - GHOST PROTOCOL for Paramount... But then he circled back to Disney, to direct TOMORROWLAND, which was already a Damon Lindelof-conceived script that was floating around for about a year at the studio... And then, he finally directed INCREDIBLES 2. Pixar could've easily put an INCREDIBLES 2 in development circa 2006 for a 2010-2011 release, but they waited for Bird to be available, and then they got started.

So, back in the late 2000s and early 2010s, I already understand that concept... But I get it, lots of people who aren't a nerd like I, and don't follow how the feature animation biz works... Assumed that Pixar just sat on an INCREDIBLES sequel for over a decade and then finally said "Okay, we'll make it."

Anyways... I really do dig INCREDIBLES 2 as a sequel to one of my favorite films.

I don't think it's as great, which... I'll be fair, the original was a hard act to follow. Most original movies that really work for me usually spawn a sequel that has a hard time being just as good in my eyes, if not better. Only TOY STORY 2, in terms of Pixar sequels, I feel is this scenario. So, as such, I wasn't so tough on films like FINDING DORY and MONSTERS UNIVERSITY. There were still many things I liked and loved in both of those, and that made them every bit as worthy. INCREDIBLES 2, I feel, came pretty close to being as good as THE INCREDIBLES.

For one, I love that this is kind of a vibes sequel. It's two minutes longer than the original - at 118 minutes long, and has a few action setpieces here and there. Whenever they do occur, they rule! Bird and his crew just went hard with the action beats, from the runaway electric train chase to the fight with the Screenslaver in the strobe-light cage. Excellent stuff.

Unlike the first INCREDIBLES, the majority of this film doesn't take place on an island, so we get to see more of the retrofuturistic midcentury-modern world that Bird created in the first movie and expanded upon in this sequel. In the first INCREDIBLES, we see city blocks, yes, and some locations, Edna Mode's house, the kids' schools and Bob Parr's workplace. But that's about it. Here, the Parr family are in a new home on a hillside, there's a whole new city we explore, locations like a diner, the DevTech skyscraper, Rick Dicker's office, and a motel. We get to see other Supers besides the Parrs and Frozone in action, because in the first film, we only see glimpses of them in the prologue, Syndrome killed all of them off. Here, we meet a bunch of bizarre and not-quite-amazing superheroes who are often used as obstacles by the villain throughout, but some of them try to pull their weight and prove themselves. Particularly Voyd, I like her little admiration of Elastigirl and how that pushes her to really try her powers out. They're a bunch of very strange, weirdly-designed characters that only add to the colorful cast of this world. That Reflux guy is literally me, by the way. It was cool to hang out and exist in that world with these characters, with a solid script and tight dialogue to match. I can't see what's not to like. It's more about the family than it is the hero work and the spectacle, but... As was the first movie.

That's what makes both INCREDIBLES movies unique to most other big superhero spectacles, both in 2004 and in 2018... Pre-MCU and post-MCU. For context, INCREDIBLES 2 opened just about a month after AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR and DEADPOOL 2... And shared the year with BLACK PANTHER, ANT-MAN AND THE WASP (which opened right after it), VENOM, and SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE... The first INCREDIBLES shared a year with... SPIDER-MAN 2 and HELLBOY... Just SPIDER-MAN 2 and HELLBOY... Anything else? I might be misremembering.

Anyways, much like the first one, the superhero stuff is the backdrop to what is a family story. This time, it's a bit of role reversal. Bob is the stay at home dad while Elastigirl gets to do the fun stuff, with a much different context... but a lot of that is pretty darn good! Bob isn't some hapless Mr. Mom, he actually commits to doing better for his kids, righting his wrongs, and going a bit insane in the process while his youngest reveals that he has crazy-amazing powers that only Syndrome saw in the first movie. It's also strangely progressive in a way, considering that the world of THE INCREDIBLES is an alternate early 1960s... The dad being stay at home and the mom doing the hard work, an unthinkable concept in the *real life* early 1960s, pre-Women's Liberation America, that's for sure! The first one also poked at that, too: "Leave the saving of the world to men? I don't think so!" Both of these INCREDIBLES films bask themselves in this midcentury-modern period and aesthetic, but also have people of marginalized groups getting to do the cool stuff, too. It's fun what you can do with alternate histories, and create pasts that are more progressive than they actually were.

As for the main Elastigirl plot and Evelyn Deavor's elaborate plan to make the public fully turn against superheroes for good? I think it works really well! It's a 180 from taking on a powerful bad guy like Syndrome, and instead it's a more on-the-ground, sneaky, pull-the-strings threat. Almost like a little political thriller amidst this big PG-rated superhero adventure for family audiences. (Though Brad Bird writes/directs as he please, he wasn't making "kids' films" with either of these movies.) Superheroes being used to destroy themselves, the film kind of asking - amidst the explosive superhero craze of the 2010s - if superheroes are even necessary for a functioning society? Not a new question, but I like how this film presents it just the same. The whole dependency on powerful beings aspect, like the fictional Screenslaver rambles in his monologue.

The Screenslaver rant is not too far removed from Bird's question in his much-maligned TOMORROWLAND, a film that actually strikes hard in a post-MAGA era. TOMORROWLAND, a wildly misinterpreted film to begin with, posited that real change and making the world a better place starts with individuals getting up and realizing what kind of power they have. Online, I see that people expect **others** to make things right, and some who even outright refuse to do the bare minimum. Like voting. As if our sitting President has a magic wand and can make all the bad stuff go away, ditto many other prominent figures... They'll sneer "stop telling me to vote", when it's the simplest thing one can do to prevent the party that's succumbed to full-on draconian policy and open hatred from completely taking over, but one can and should go beyond that if they want to fight fascism and the ills of the system... and in turn help make the world better. It took over 70 years of hard work to get to where we are now - from protests to movements to candidates who brought about change, and it's going to continue to be hard work. You don't do it by sitting there yelling "do something!" or threatening to opt out of your one simple civic duties that very much matters. Here, Bird uses that same idea of relying on others and being dependent, but it's in service of a villain's personal vendetta against superheroes and an understandable want to make society less dependent on a band-aid solution. She even tries to use people watching TV as an "example" of people being dependent, as if she's some bitter boomer whining about smartphones on a facebook post.

I guess the only problem is, the movie doesn't quite end with a strong case against Evelyn's very real points... Other than the altruism of the characters and them doing the right thing during its rather rushed and zippily-paced third act. A little tightening on that, I think, would've helped improve the picture a bit. I guess, when you're a big tentpole animated blockbuster superhero picture being made for a massive conglomerate that's trying to appeal to a wide audience, you can only go so far with that. A lot of the Marvel Cinematic Universe offerings, particularly CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR and THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER, suffer from a similar problem. In that they chip at a meaty political theme, but then wrap things up with an action-packed climactic battle, they have a clear-cut villain that has to be stopped, and they kind of don't really make a case. Why do the Supers get legalized at the end of INCREDIBLES 2? For merely saving the city from a cataclysmic event, like they did at the end of the first movie and at the beginning of this one? Does the society seen in the world of THE INCREDIBLES go back to being dependent and complacent? Do they think about what the Screenslaver said? It's so quick, they're in the courtroom, they're legalized, cute and fun epilogue, end of movie... It's a bit weird. Like, what does the society do to work with supers and the government to make things better going forward?

That all being said, the villain's plans ultimately make sense to me. I like the idea of a grieving person who uses her wealth and influence to end what she feels is the problem - superheroes, and how that's a threat to our super-powered main characters. I just think it would've really, really landed if it went further and the supers made a case as to why Evelyn is ultimately wrong in her execution of some of her not-unfounded grievances. Or at least presented Evelyn with everything she could've done to make society less dependent on Supers without conspiring to get them outlawed, and even getting people killed in the process to make the world turn their backs on the Supers once more.

Even then, it's all executed so well. Bird had already directed THE IRON GIANT, and two all-CG pictures and two live-action biggies before this, so this was a cakewalk for him. With a 13 1/2-year difference in technology, he and his crew were able to really go all out here. Cityscapes that are gargantuan in comparison to the first film's Municiberg setting, lots of flying through and around buildings, smoother animation on the human characters, etc. The art direction, just. Perfect. The color scheme and everything, it all hits just right. Lots of fantastic retro graphic design everywhere, eye-catching! Michael Giacchino knocks it out again with the score, and we even got little theme jingles for the Supers themselves. I think it's just so well-done, I don't really get why it's often looked down upon online, nor why it has been somewhat forgotten outside of the internet? Maybe it's just because stuff is always coming out, from every pore? And that fewer and fewer things stick now? I don't know.

As for a third INCREDIBLES... It's inevitable, with or without Brad Bird. So far we got those Pixar Popcorn shorts, but that's about it. He's off at Skydance with former Pixar head John Lasseter (which... is disappointing to me on a number of levels, following Lasseter's misdeeds), it's possible he comes back to Pixar in the future to make a third one... Or they go ahead with a third one that he executive produces and signs off on. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if there ends up being a Disney+ series instead. I love those characters and that world, but will only say yes to an INCREDIBLES threequel if they do. In other words, I'm not clamoring for one, but if it comes around anytime soon? Yeah, sign me up.

Anyways, Happy 5th Anniversary...

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mwagneto · 1 year

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Bro I only saw the first five eps of the nevers way back when it originally aired so I decided to go read about exactly what happened in the finale and hmm. Yeah. Yep. I definitely understand your distress now. Even besides the most obvious bit (head in hands. What year is it, 2014?? How are we still doing this??) the subsequent big plot twist also made me roll my eyes, bc the story could’ve gone literally anywhere and yet they chose such an overdone scifi cliche (I think that type of storyline *can* be done well, but I wasn’t looking for it *here* ig). Also wow the touched can be such a good allegory for disability (among so many other things) but then you look at the way it treats its actual disabled characters and. Sigh. Anyway I agree the most frustrating bit is that it’s actually a good show. It could’ve been so much more. It at least could’ve gone out with a less-shitty bang. But it didn’t :/

YEAH LIKE. FUCK. EVERYTHING HAD SO MUCH POTENTIAL AND THAT'S WHAT MAKES IT ESPECIALLY UPSETTING. head in my fucking hands for real and god i didnt even get to the treatment of disabled ppl in my mental process yet but there were several scenes that were literally like. so upsetting like my god there was no reason to show that luv!!!! like on one hand yay disabled rep on the other uh. maybe . dont do . that. and god yeah just the like. main plot is soo annoying coz it's like. idk they tried to close it but they didnt really which would be fine except the stuff they didnt close makes no sense !!! god!!!!!

#i could screammmmm #i still think it's worth watching that's the worst part. like it's good. but it's so. why. god. im so. fuck !#i got mail!#the nevers

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Girl...idk why I'm always doing asks on your account 😭😭😭 but anyway...sorry but this might be long.

So this is not really in response to the anon but just my lil ranting.

So I'm not gonna dive too too deep but do I believe jikook is still dating? Yes I do. Now I'm not gonna give a timeline for how long I think they were dating but I think mutual crushing started happening in 2015 (it's a stretch but maybe late 2014). As time passed we started seeing it alot. In late 2017 or early 2018, we saw rings on their wedding finger. Now idk bout yall but I ain't ever seen two straight men get matching rings and put them on their wedding finger. EVER.

2018 and 2019 were the years of grand gestures. Jkkers love to mention Rosebowl and call me weird but I've never been gassed about rosebowl. Never once. It doesn't do anything for me. I know...I'm weird 😭. Almost anything that was on stage never did anything for me. What I focus on is the members reactions, words that were unspokenly spoken and off work behavior. For me, one of the big things that make me ship/support jikook and know that there's something there, is the members reactions. Alot of people don't like 2020 and 2021 because it doesn't have any grand gestures but those 2 are my favorite years because it showed the domesticity of jikook.

In jk's 2020 birthday vlive, jk went to make his wish and v said he doesn't need to make a wish because he already has everything he wanted. Hobi and suga laughed and hobi leaned forward and looked at jm. I say that because when he was talking to jk he didn't need to lean forward, he just needed to look across. Suga looked at v and said don't say any nonsense. On jm's birthday vlive, hobi asked a simple question. You could hear the smirk in his voice when he asked what is he doing in jk's studio. Nobody would've batted an eye if he just answered the question normally. But instead he looked back at jk, got shy and lowered his head. Following up with hobi saying let's move to my studio. It's just a studio room, why make a big deal out of it?

Then you have the leaked photo from jm dad's phone that people said was a cosplay. Now why the hell would jm's dad have a photo of cosplayers portraying his son and bandmate in an intimate position in front of a heart? Tf?

Don't get me wrong, I see where people have doubts about the 2022 behavior from jk. I see it too, it's not like I'm disagreeing with everything the anons are saying, it's just that I genuinely believe their relationship is fine behind close doors. And alot of people bring up v this v that. But if I could remember they had a "adult conversation" where jk said thay had to catch up, now why you need to catch up with somebody if you're close? That just shows (TO ME) that they're not as close as people make it seem. One time he didn't even remember jk's birthday, so the fact that people keep bring up v for everything related to jk is weird.

I believe 90% that jikook are together. That 10% is where stuff doesn't add up. One being the passiveness and the other the tattoo and song mystery conspiracy that people keep bringing up. He said "where did jimin get his tattoo again?", meaning that he knew that he got a tattoo but "didn't know" where (under the 10%)....I talked about the song thing previously so you know how I feel about that. The passiveness, I talked about in the dms. About the social media thing, both jm and jk have not interacted with each other at all. Except for jm posting the 2 photos of them (which again is under my 10% btw) btw. They both didn't promote each other's songs.

Is it possible that they could've never been together all this time? For me impossible. At least if they're weren't in a relationship, something was there. The amount of times that jm has slipped up calling his room "our room"....🧐....that's another thing that is under my 90%, yall are bandmembers, NOBODY would bat an eye that you're in each other's room but the constant need to hide it makes it weird. The smallest things they make soooooo suspicious for no reason. Jk saying "I go to his room cause it's the closest and he's bored".....🧐.....oh I'm sorry I didn't know you had to walk a mile to get to another member's room. Again...the white lies.

People say they've broken up but in what period would they have been supposedly broken up? What date? What month? Because the consistency and the breaking up don't make sense. Jm said himself that he's not a good actor, if they've been broken up, we would've sensed it somehow...someway. People thought that they were broken up when the January/March "drought" happened only for them to be out to lunch on white day with jm's friends. And last time I checked, if I have an ex, he's not going NOWHERE near me or my friends. He's also NOT finna be on my social media...periodttttt. I don't give a flying @%# if he's a bandmember or not.

All I'm saying by saying all of this is that I have more faith in the 90% than the 10%.

XOXO ~ Kas

Sing it, child! I agree with your timeline

I'd heard Jimin's dad filmed JK doing Euphoria but what's this about a photo on his phone getting leaked? Can you share with me the backstory?

To be honest, I'd like to believe Taehyung sincerely loves both Jimin and JK and that fans' reactions don't factor into his actions with either of them, but I've worked in entertainment for years in my previous professional life and I'd be astounded if his on-camera behavior isn't somewhat calculated (I'd be astounded if that weren't true for all the members, but Tae especially seems very self-aware of his own brand marketing and solo ambitions at the moment). I'm just gonna say it: Tae leans into Taekook a lot more lately. A lot, a lot. He doesn't just drape himself all over JK, he holds on to him and won't let go. Like literally will not give him his arm back sometimes. Makes it a point to bring up fire and water, playing video games together all night online, dressing each other up--pointedly mentioning these things when no one asks. And JK just passively accepts these overtures, sometimes even leans into it too. And yeah, they are super close friends, but sometimes it really comes off flirty. Now, if JK is online and monitoring everything, he knows what the cult is like and he knows the hate Jimin gets and he still participates in open displays of affection with Tae but not with Jimin anymore, which baffles me. It is not how I would behave if I were in a relationship with Jimin (or if I were Jimin's best friend/soulmate). But I'm not a twenty-something South Korean male pop star. Things that look hella sus to me could be par for the course to them. So far, none of the members have raised eyebrows about it, so I take my cue from them. And Tae is super touchy feely with everyone. Like he literally kissed Jin twice in recent months, damn! But he's way less so with Jimin this year (or rather, it's Jimin to again initiate touching faces or hair, back hugs, compliments). So I'm not making a judgment call about what all it could mean, but once again here's an instance in 2022 where Jimin is pulling the lion's share of emotional labor and being the one making gestures for connection. I'm just clocking it, based on the content we have so far. I know plenty of Jikook supporters who will froth at the mouth over this but I call it like I see it. It is one thing to keep some distance and plausible deniability around a closeted gay relationship. It's quite another thing to sit your ass on another man's crotch when you know you two are part of one of the biggest and most popular ships in the world. That shit is calculated. I just don't understand the math. But again, Jimin doesn't seem especially triggered by it, so I take my cue from him. But the cult seems pretty convinced that Jikook died during the pandemic and Taekook is real now, and it kinda makes me sad that they can point to instances this year where Tae and JK are all over each other and Jimin and JK are not. For the first time ever, they have something I don't have enough information about to refute. Kinda sucks. (I'll probably get crucified in my inbox for going there but again, I really don't give a shit about peer pressure. I am trying to gauge reality regardless of what I want to be true. Show me evidence that says differently, and I'll say I was wrong and call it differently.)

In conclusion, I have to agree with what you've said--there have been enough unique instances (even in 2022) to indicate very real Jikook intimacy is still going strong off camera. I just can't figure out why it's always Jimin reaching out to show affection, always Jimin hyping up his members' projects, always Jimin who gets the worst hate. I'd feel a lot better about it if there were more irrefutable instances of Jimin support from JK and all the members. But keep in mind, I'm Jimin biased. :-) You could probably make that same case for all the members if you were inclined.

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Halloween repost: The Ballad of the Creepy House

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My paternal grandparents' house was built in the late 1800s, and I believe they acquired it in the 1960s or 70s. Spent a good deal of time at that house, much as I could, my dad dragging us from Michigan to Indiana (ew) to Texass to Tennessee and back to the garbage state for computer work. Lot of summers, lots of Thanksgivings, maybe a couple Christmases. Large chunk of my family, paternal and maternal lives (or lived) around southwestern Michigan.

That house had an air of fucked-upedness.

It was a two story house, kind of Victorian, I guess? Lot of gingerbread trim. Very pretty. It had a basement as well, I don't remember an attic - I never went into one, the basement was bad enough.

The basement was very large, and had a set of stairs (which I have fallen down), and had two distinct sections - the vaguely scary one with the washer and dryer along with The Closet, which is where my father told me a monster named Oscar lived. He now denies this. Classy.

The other half of the basement was, when my grandfather was alive (he died in 98 or 99) both awesome and ball-retractingly terrifying. He had a big, badass electric train setup. I am a man who can appreciate a fine train landscape and this thing was the tits.

The bad part was, this section was well-lit. The rest of this godforsaken hole in the ground was pitch goddamn black, and just full of…stuff, looming menacingly in the shadows. I did not go beyond the light down there, because I was terrified. I was last in this house for Thanksgiving 2014, and I was sent to the basement to look for a pitcher. No pitchers, but at least 5 coffee makers. I looked through the door into the doom pit, felt my stomach clench in terror, and fled.

Nobody liked that fuckin' basement. Redfin photos from when my aunt moved my grandma out due to that fucker Alzheimer's don't even go in the dark half.

Don't blame them, I don't think realtors get paid enough to potentially be dragged to hell.

First floor was fairly normal, except my mom once saw the ghost of an old lady in the kitchen. Also to note, the door frames in this place were low as shit. I'm 5 foot 7, and by the time puberty punched me repeatedly in the pituitary gland, I was constantly getting bonk bonk on the head and learned to start ducking. There was also an office that, after my mom started using oxygen 24/7, had a bed set up in it for our visits.

Also, one time a squirrel got in the house and terrorized my grandmother over the course of a few days. It was one of those lil' fuckers introduced by John Harvey Kellogg. You know, that cereal fucker.

Upstairs was a bitch and a half to get to. I think my grandfather, my delinquent dad and his delinquent brothers installed the Death Stairs. Did a shit job. They were steep, they were narrow, and they were covered in the slipperiest carpet the 60s or 70s could barf up. Everyone hated these stairs. I've always been stomping around in natural clown shoes, so these were A Special Challenge. I think most people in the family fell victim to the stairs at some point or another, but I managed to fall from the first step down, Zetsu Tenrou Battouga'd my ass all the way to the hardwood floor below where I slammed onto my back.

Had a goddamn Rorschach test black and blue mark on my whole damn back after that.

Maybe that explains why my spine hurts so bad now at 35.

Huh.

Upstairs, there were 3 bedrooms and a bathroom with a shower. The one bedroom was my grandparents', the other two were the guest rooms. My sister generally stayed in the middle room after my parents started using the downstairs one, don't know how they both fit, that bed sucked. It was narrow, the mattress was hard, and would tilt dangerously if you didn't stay dead center.

This room was adorned with photos of dead relatives, like really old photos where nobody is smiling and their eyes are emotionless because Emoting Was A Sin. I don't know how my sister stayed in there with the scary photos because she's a total wiener about horror movies who had to come sleep in the bed with me after my mom took her to see Blair Witch. And The Ring.

I always got stuck in the room next to the bathroom.

That room was….awful.

First of all.

From the time I could be in a Big Boy Bed without falling out and dying from cracking my soft, egglike head on the hardwood floor, there was a fucking baby crib in front of the wardrobe, which at least kept it closed and the Narnia shit at bay. Now, for whatever reason, probably my Chihuahua-level anxiety, this baby crib scared the everloving piss out of me.

But Ian, it's just a crib, how is that scary? I don't know, my brain is a mess, but the FEAR of waking up in the night and hearing Baby Noises™ was sufficiently terrifying as was the prospect of getting up to use the bathroom and there being some….thing….in the crib. You know, like in Eraserhead.

But that wasn't the worst part, somehow. Oh no.

The bed was in a corner. Now, for some reason I can only describe as "total bullshit" there was a closet on the wall, you know, with a door as well as another, tiny closet a few feet up the wall, about half the height of the normal closet. The bed blocked it, but the top of the door frame ended maybe 6 inches above the mattress.

This had no solid door.

This had a curtain that was supposed to protect me from whatever nightmares lurked within. This was horrifying, because it was at such a perfect height for me to fling a limb into The Unknown. Which was absolutely god damned TERRIFYING. I don't even know what was stored in there. Ain't no way I was looking, either. I tried sleeping on the other side of the bed, away from the danger hole, but I am not what anyone would call a "serene sleeper." One vacation, I had to share a hotel bed with my sister, and at one point, according to her, I "sat up, violently elbowed her in the gut, and rolled over."

This does sound like me, so I believe it.

So, inevitably I would trundle across the bed and back to the object of danger. Can't sleep on the floor to mitigate this problem because there was ALSO a motherfucking trap door, which was partially covered by the rug. I don't know what was down there. Probably spiders. Maybe whatever cryptid was lurking Michigan. Maybe the Dogman was hitching around Berrien county, I don't know.

Fuck that room.

I kind of would have liked to have owned that house so I could uncover the vast amounts of crazy bullshit that lurked within its walls, but I am not a rich man, and it honestly needed a lot of repair work done.

Also the stairs would have eventually claimed my life, this I know.

Also, there was a large garage in the back with an attic filled with things. All I remember being in there was a vintage ride-on Dalmatian toy that had a terrible face and, given the rest of the shit about that house, probably rolled around there on its own.

Christ.

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firefallvaruna · 1 year

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FFXV Fanfic: Dreams

Rating: Teen Archive Warning: No Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Language: English Genre: Grief, anger, mourning

Summary: Older Ignis dreams of a simpler time and comes to terms with some unresolved anger and grief surrounding King Regis Lucis Caelum.

The Dawn: Dreams

Author's Note: It's my birthday, and I'll post another story fragment if I want to!

Originally for "First Light," I wanted to swap between POVs but found myself getting a bit lost in my own narrative. This is a segment I wrote for Ignis's POV of his and Noct's nightmares, which was supposed to be Chapter 3.

Influenced heavily by "Blinding" by Florence + The Machine (https://open.spotify.com/track/4tUOFydV4QoeqZOIoxzHNk?si=8110ebd47e354896)

Disclaimer: This is a shameless exploration and projection of my anger and grief with my mother, with whom I had a rocky and tumultuous relationship. She died suddenly and unexpectedly from cancer complications in 2014 after controlling nearly every aspect of my life in my 20s. I spent nearly ten years viciously arguing in my dreams with a woman who was no longer among the living.

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“Iggy! I’m gonna get you!” Noctis screamed shrilly from down the hall.

Ignis needed a better hiding place. And fast. He had just turned six and he was going to lose to a three-year-old if he didn’t think quickly. He was bigger and smarter and older than Noct.

His eyes landed on the doors lining the hallway. He crept out from under the console table and began trying them one by one.

“Iggy! Where are you!” Noctis was so close now. Any moment, he’d turn the corner and Iggy would be right there.

The last knob before the hallway ended turned and the door yawned open.

He rushed inside and closed the door as quietly as he could behind him.

Moonlight streamed through windows much, much bigger than Gladio’s dad. So big, he bet the biggest monster could fly right through them if not for The Wall. The room was filled with clothing. Pretty ones. With sparkles, and stitched-on stuff, and shiny buttons. Lots of rooms in the Citadel smelled funny and old and this room was no exception.

“Iggy!” The three-year-old’s shrill voice was louder than ever.

Ignis scrambled into a rack of thick, fuzzy coats and hid among them. They enveloped him, swallowing him in dusty velvets and furs. He backed up until even his feet were inside all the coats.

The door knob turned and Ignis fought to be as quiet as possible.

“Iggy, where are you!” Noctis yelled into the room with all his might.

He could see Noctis walk right past through the tiniest gap between the coats. Ignis clapped a hand to his mouth, stifling a giggle. This was the best hiding place ever!

“Iggy!” Noctis called from the other side of the room. “Are you in here?”

Through the gap in the coats, he watched Noct check under the big table and under chairs and inside the big wardrobe that would probably have been a really good place to hide too.

“Noctis Lucis Caelum!” A grown-up lady yelled and she was very, very mad.

Ignis clapped his hands over his mouth and tried to make himself as small and quiet as he could.

“I’m trying to find Iggy!” He heard Noctis protest as he was marched from the room, his voice rising to an even louder whine. “We’re playing hide and seek!”

The door closed with a click. Noct’s protesting and the lady’s sharp retorts that Ignis wouldn’t be in this hallway because it’s off-limits to naughty little boys and he would know better fading in the distance.

Ignis realized he should probably sneak out and find someplace he wouldn’t get in trouble for being in.

He slipped out from the coats. But then he saw it.

A hat, like a magician’s hat! It was big and black, and had sparkly bits. Maybe he could try that on first really, really quick.

The big hat swallowed his head. Ignis giggled, pulling it up, trying to settle it on his head. And there were gloves too! Like his Uncle wore, except they had shiny buttons on them. And a coat with tails. Even longer ones than his Uncle’s.

And it was smooth and soft. Silky.

The door swung open before he could move. He pushed the brim of the hat away from his eyes.

It was Noctis’s dad. The King. His mouth was slightly open like he was surprised. And kind of mad.

“Ignis Scientia,” The King said in a strange tone of voice. His eyes were so big. “You take that off this instant!”

But then, King Regis didn’t wait. He walked forward and briskly removed the top hat from Ignis’s grasp and ripped the gloves from his hands.

And then, like Noctis before, he was marched from the room by his upper arm. King Regis looked so mad. He yelled at several people along the way in that scary voice he would use sometimes.

Ignis started to cry. He was trying so hard to be a big boy. But he’d been bad. He’d made Noct’s dad so mad! He apologized. He admitted he was a bad boy. It was his fault, they were playing, and he should have stopped.

The King stooped and swept him up into his arms. Then he resumed his brisk march.

To the King’s own bathroom.

Ignis’s hands, face, and even his hair were washed and washed again by the King’s shaking hands. Then he was stripped from his shirt and his arms washed.

The bathroom door opened and Gladio’s dad stepped inside, one of Ignis’s pajama sets in hand.

“Regis, calm down,” Gladio’s dad told King Regis firmly. He sounded kind of ferocious, like a lion. “You’re scaring him.”

“I’ll calm down when that rubbish is out of my–” King Regis sounded even more ferocious.

Gladio’s dad took the King by his shoulders and made him face him, “Regis, I’ll take care of it. And I’ll take care of Ignis. Go.”

King Regis didn’t say anything else. He made a funny face and left the bathroom.

Gladio’s dad finished Ignis’s impromptu bath. For such a great, big man his hands weren’t mean and hard. He wrapped Ignis first in a towel and held him until he stopped crying. Ignis liked Gladio’s dad. He smelled nice. And he gave really good hugs. He said soft, kind things into his hair and assured him he wasn’t mad.

And then into pajamas – Ignis’s favorite ones – and then he carried him to the King’s study. The King was at his desk and he was crying. Actually crying. Ignis cowered against the big, burly Shield. He wanted to cry again seeing it.

“Regis, I believe you owe him an apology,” Gladio’s dad sounded like a king himself. He sounded like he was telling a King what to do, anyway. Ignis looked at Gladio’s dad in awe.

King Regis, his eyes red with tears, stood and took Ignis’s small hands in his own. His thumb rubbed the backs of Ignis’s fingers, lingering on the ring-shaped scar on his left middle finger.

Here, his hair was still dark, and it would be many years before he would require the leg brace. He was still aged beyond his years but was still hale.

“Ignis, there are relics within these halls,” his voice faltered, thickened with emotion. “Dangerous ones. Toxic ones. A Lucis Caelum may possibly touch and even use some of them – but not without a cost.” His breath hitched and broke.

His image flickered between the prematurely aged and ailing King Regis and the Lucii called ‘The Father.’ And then he was dark-haired and hale once more, holding small, unscarred hands between his own. His head bowed in shame to his Shield and the child who had been sworn to his son’s service.

“And some, the cost is too terrible to bear,” he resumed speaking, his voice brittle and unbalanced. “You and Noctis found some of those relics and items kept in close proximity.” His lips quivered, and Ignis distinctly recalled his younger self fighting to keep from crying in response. “Please forgive me. That door should never have been unlocked and you are only a child. I place too heavy a burden –” His voice thickened to the point Regis was fighting to swallow past it.

He cast his gaze once more down to the horrifically deep burn scar Ignis knew all too well, though had never personally seen. The king’s stoic mask broke, and grief passed raw and unfiltered across his face. Those hands that had wiped away Ignis’s tears when he was young caressed the burn scars upon his face. Profound heartbreak was written upon the man’s face…

Thirty-two-year-old Ignis Scientia awoke with a shudder. They were still in the decrepit Kingsglaive van and, from the roar of pounding rain, the storm he had smelled earlier had arrived. He clamped his hand to his mouth as the same raw, intense grief he saw on Regis’s face overwhelmed and consumed him.

It wasn’t the first time he’d had that dream. It had been a frequent subject of his dreams ever since he put the Ring of the Lucii on his finger. Previously, Ignis had always woken with Regis’s furious march through the halls of the Citadel. But now, as magic lay upon its deathbed, the dream had finally been completed.

He had misunderstood it for so long.

He’d spent years dreaming of the dead as though death itself had been undone. Plotted his barbed words and fantasized about what he would unleash upon Regis Lucis Caelum during bitter arguments and vicious tirades that would never happen in this life. Dreamed frequently of railing against the deceased monarch. How dare he subject his own son to such unnecessary suffering! Inflict such needless suffering on Ignis! He had no right to patronize him, not when he had the sheer audacity to make a six-year-old boy a child servant!

No. This whole time, it was something entirely different. It was a confession. An apology. A desperate act of love and loss from the man who had been like a second father to him. (But had hurt them so deeply.)

Ignis felt both humbled and devastated.

But then he felt Noctis shift. The hitch and shudder of breath in his chest. His arm rose from where it had been against Ignis’s side. Throughout the night, he had needed to constantly be in physical contact with someone. As though he feared they would all fade away if he didn't maintain that contact.

But now he pulled away. And Ignis knew he intended to suffer privately and quietly. He knew from all the years of close association that he was pressing those hands to his mouth to silence his weeping.

Ignis only had one answer to this. He rolled and gathered the man he loved like a little brother into his arms.

They would cry and mourn together.

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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german national team intro masterpost

since these utter buffoons officially qualified for the world cup (let’s do this ⚽️) it’s about time i rec you our football dudes, here are some key clowns i mean essential players to watch for 🇩🇪👋

first, have one of our hot weirdos with his puppy to bait you

if that interests you maybe nice thighs and arms will as well

that being said we’re good to go

so who are these shapely men in black then

the german football team 2021 — coached by our nation’s tiny football dad hansi flick

can you spot him, hint hint... he’s surrounded by a bunch of drama divos

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hansi is very important as he recently joined for a new era, not just because’s he’s walking all these attractive models around to drop our jaws but um i mean

anyway i digress, more about father hansi in a minute.

for overview purposes have a cheesy overedited pic of everyone who is currently kicking the ball around for us, not 100% up to date (edit: some changes for 2022 apply) but you get a good idea

(”kader” translates to “our squad” basically)

but to us they are family, football is a big ole deal in germany

we all lose our marbles over the games (picture: pre-covid public viewing) and i’m about to explain you why our sexy football husbands are kicking up such a storm

welcome to our world. send in the clowns

now you have to understand there’s no such thing as rational german composure you’ve been lied to

our chancellor & president are always the most feral people in the stadium VIP lounge and intricately color-coordinated with the team and/or flag. everyone else (except maybe italy) is just watching football. we are living it

even the introverts show up when the whistle goes, we’ve had retiring strikers do goal somersaults oh my god things can get 11,000% lit

as of now our 2021 men have the right skills the right lewks the rainbow agenda and finally the right coach to turn the party back up again after the drought

so it’s an honor my comrades let’s get cooking

traditionally we play in black (away games) and white kits (home games) with four stars on the tiddies, and a surprisingly decent grey or blue for training — sweater paws included so everyone looks very cute and lovely

i especially love the crisp white design, look at these handsome lawn runway stars

our guys are very hard to miss they’re so notoriously dashing ugh the prettiness of them

our ginormous captain has to wear much-commented-on shades of neon since he’s the goal keeper and we want to bamboozle the eyes of our enemies with the colors of the rainbow but the same goes for him

... four stars since we won the world cup in 1954, 1974, 1990 and 2014

(translation if you have no clue about football history: we’re quite decently competent, the team can always be reckoned with, only brazil has one more star and we famously beat them 7:1 at their own world cup)

2014 was the last wc win with our golden generation and 90% of our favorite but slightly embarrassing granddads retired since

nowadays our mischievous pretty boys are 25 on average and we’re in the advanced construction phase to prep for the world cup next year which means we are cuter, sassier, more frustrated, and the eyebrows are immaculate

in germany our dear eyebrow team is called “Deutsche Nationalmannschaft” (oof) as an official tongue twister but in english we gladly say germany nt for short and that’s the tumblr tag you find the fandom in

...where we provide you with spiritually fulfilling content like this

it’s not an astronomically large fandom but there are blogs that update super often bc so much stuff (= our captain’s antics) can be talked about, during big tournaments this horny mob suddenly explodes, germany nt twitter is also alive and memeing. it’s no surprise, our drama club regularly delivers viral pictures that look like a rennaissance painting

lmao perfect

and ps: don’t worry about any lengthy german names etc — most of our national circus clowns have a short nickname it’s tradition, and a lot of their social media also have an international version or insta english captions, and the football fandom also posts in english

so why don’t we check them out with some short intro trash talk bits

what better way to get to know them than some gossip, we got that judge fest energy

i can’t cover all of them so we’re going with 11 crucial clowns i know a thing or two about, who i can both praise and slander with confidence, followed by honorable mentions, plus of course model scout hansi

INTRODUCING THE SQUAD

basics first, the only normal person in there: our highly anticipated team miracle manager and already former co-coach hans flick (56), stoic but touchy football father who should have gotten this job like. years ago cuz the buffoonery escalated at the last tournaments. you missed nothing, i guarantee this thread found you at the right time. hansi hands out hugs and quality head pats for all the bottoms so i truly respect him, since he signed up we did nothing but win which hasn’t happened in 84 years so bless the man. specializes in comforting babies, of course he’s a pisces, kinda incognito as 50% of our players are like 7′5+ glam towers but he looks like the suffering meme guy in younger so that’s how you know it’s hansi

lgbt stands for love goalkeepers because tall: veteran human wall and nature hiking hoe manuel neuer (35), our rainbow team leader, has both nerves and green-clad booty buns of steel, living legend in germany, everybody stans him he’s famous famous, get ready for his ‘alternative’ aka straight up reckless methods despite pushing 40, this mf is anywhere but standing in his goal, most untrustworthy maniac i know but he walks with his chest pushed out plus he ruins christiano ronaldo’s penalties so he’s allowed 💚, can throw the ball as wide as he wants and where he wants, brilliant & bonkers in equal measures, aggressive ballerino playboy, we always wanna brag that we play fair but when manu clobbers another winger with his flying stunts we revoke our statement, he’s every striker’s worst nightmare, saves our ass 98% of the time but at what cost, dangerous bombshell blonde and thoroughly insane with cringy college humor, you’ve been warned, most objectified man in german history, he rolls with it and makes us sweat even more because he’s so cocky, all of football tumblr talks about how he layers and customizes his clothing because he’s so buff, our entire nation would risk it all to protect the holy fists and arms, dude can play in every position he’s nuts, our number one since years, but his name ironically translates to “neuer = the new one” in german so we always make puns with that, causes memes and a stir everywhere

(...he’s ridiculous i hate him)

head corner kick clown in charge with the mouth catching flies: wild & tiny midfield einstein joshua kimmich (26) who wouldn’t stop yelling even if the pope god and the queen were present, when manu isn’t playing he’s the captain, kimmy boy is a high IQ twink that’s why, collects all the guys you crush on with his mustache so prepare, gives 300% bc why not, piercing eyes with small pupils, great ass great hair great legs great everything, has an extremely perfect face, this brat is hot shit, and holy moly work ethic, a breakup is peanuts compared to seeing kimmich weep for minutes about getting an injury or losing a tournament, he’s irreplaceable, “last time kimmich lost a ball? when he gave it to his son when they played in the garden”, josi believe it or not is a father of two yet he’s the one looking like a kid, reliable and out of his mind at the same time how does he do it, collapses if he doesn’t get extremely tight embraces from everybody, zesty life of the party, very expressive and whiny whirlwind to say the least, if you don’t know how to spot jo just look for the firecracker i mean look at him are his lungs ok, shakespeare has nothing on kimmich

and those pupils... ⬇️⬇️ holy mother of manuel neuer look at that

ok enough about the unhinged blondies, here comes the distinguished chill dude with the stirring pot goal celebration: our even tinier sweetheart serge gnabry (26) who goes by sergio when he feels like it, if i remember it correctly his aunt lovingly calls him that (awe), doing some great stuff on the wings, we stan quality, he’s a class act, same with his outfits, very couture very polished, very poker face brand of cutting swabian humor (swabia + bavaria = the southern counties in germany), if you cross him there’s a scathing jab reserved just for you, defends all of his best friends like no other, the master chef has some sick burns waiting in his oven, other than that he’s introverted and does his own thing, he even has decent goalkeeping skills, yeah he’s that bitch honestly, and everyone hypes him, his fellow but much taller players always lift him up a little too enthusiastically when he scores a goal and serge almost dies every time because his massive butt i mean center of gravity tips him over, here we can see on-site footage of jo kimmich saving gnabry’s dear life

now tumblr’s favorite: terrifyingly buff and resident balding BDE man leon goretzka (26) who straight people lose it over like the world’s about to end, like how many spiralling stans does he have, they want a piece of him man they’re out for his curls, meanwhile leon’s good at his job i guess, extremely politically active too, has a signature frown which makes the hets sexualize his mysterious wrath, we get it you want to be topped just get out, generates conversation so you’ll never run out of content if you stan this dude, his whole personality consists of becoming more and more beefy but his redeeming quality is being diehard friends with the previously mentioned josi kimmich, these two lunatics make the football world go round, everybody talks about this duo, they donated 1 million for covid relief so that’s nice, in their free time they serve 20cm height difference cuteness and judge everyone together like the two aquarius trainwrecks they are, sometimes sergio joins, they just beam, but they also cause a lot of crackheadery, every minute leon gets even more ripped how does he do that

(^...he can’t be serious)

our human radio on two legs: good ole chatty southern man, 2014 world cup winner, another curly head, great large curls in fact, staple court jester, bs-dispelling troll and skinny legend thomas müller (32) who you’ll probably pronounce and write as muller and that’s ok, our team dearly needs this comedian and we dread his retirement since he’s from the golden gen, directs the midfield masterfully and off the field notoriously cracks every uncle joke you can think of, lmao nobody’s safe from his imitations and puns, once kimmich grows up he’s gonna be like thomas these two are so similar, if someone says germans aren’t funny direct them to this crazed bavarian card player crack, in any case he’s a must-know and underappreciated legend, his whole personality is all rustic, he likes horses, one of the few guys not dating some influencer but married since 2009, roasts the press as a hobby and trolls arrogant players, he’s a keeper, he’s the MVP, the meme machine, mü is the best. he’d so deserve the world cup next year i really hope we can make it happen

that one scary viking guy: broad meme irl niklas süle (26) who is our token immovable object and tattoo jock regularly leaving the defense to play as an attacker and he’s pretty good at it, constantly improves, he’s from frankfurt which is where germany grows our skyscrapers so of course he’s 6′5, fans have baptized him with the honorable nickname of sülinho so the commentators regularly mess up and announce him like that in formal settings lmao, well then if you like a rough around the edges cryptid nikki is your dude, he looks very collected and intimidating which is great because nobody dares to come close to our goal, this dude weighs 100 kilograms or 220lbs, you can spot this mountain easily he’s like taller like the rock just without the eyebrows

and now! cheekbones guy who scored THE champion’s league winning goal: hobby farmer and pianist kai havertz (22) who seems like he’s brooding existential questions all day but actually thinks about donkeys and dogs, chelsea paid a 100 (!!!!!) million to get this spaghetti frame, impossibly chill in front of the goal, has a notoriously cold neck & hands let me knit a scarf and gloves, very taut angular face so he gets called everything from emo habsburg heir to lizard prince, bisexuals + modelling agencies love kai so he’s approved, one arresting gen z masterpiece, unhappy without his blonde emotional support bff julian brandt who is currently not nominated for the nt so expect grumpy havertz, topples over often and struggles currently so i worry a lot, looks p harcore and plays the english way but his personality is cutesy without a single braincell, talks like he’s high 365, does this silly grin where his cheeks are like fish gills so i call him koi havertz, squints seductively to be the most f-able guy on the field, look at this expensive bitch it’s working

👇and that’s mr. julian (25), seated, also plays in the midfield, he’s angelic i love this dude. also ‘never two beautiful best friends’ is a hoax as we can clearly see, the hoodie sex appeal is pretty banging right here

more english-inspired style, our undercover goal jesus who could need a little hand from above every now and then please: resurrected chaos striker timo werner (25) whose streak of milennial pain and slander-laden misfortune always haunts him for months until one game where suddenly he explodes with skills and luck like ketchup from the bottle, understandably desperate and emotional man who you feel everything with, great at one-on-one with opponents but usually too fast to escape offside, that’s why his undercuts look so sleek, yeah that’s how you recognize him tbh he’s timo with the good hair, they see him rolling, they hating, at chelsea he’s playing with kai as forwards so you often see them hanging out flaunting their p(r)etty priviledge, in any case let’s hope for the best, you can see the pain in his eyes gee

his name is complicated and has a dutch ancestry flair to it: our second goalkeeper and guardian angel marc-andré ter stegen (29), we all call him just ter stegen and basically never marc-andré like ter is his first name it’s tradtion, anyway he’s top notch, usually has nothing to do in the national team since our manuel’s aggressive ballerino booty can fly in all directions and catches balls from space but marc is a given and a goalie god at fc barcelona, so stop hating on him he’s great, germany is the nation of goalkeepers with good reason and he is no exception. pretty normal and likable bloke so less clown mode to be expected — usually, nobody’s truly in their right mind in this ass parade, i think marc’s insanity manifests in the fact that he does his saves like superman so this guy is a bit ridiculous as well, in any case he’s an absolute luxury to have as our backup, i love ter stegen, he’s superb, did i mention that i love ter stegen?

dc has flash but we have: lightning fast wing tech deity leroy sané (25) who already has several kids at home and all the clubs fight for him, oh boy he’s truly in demand, can’t be blamed he’s our most beautiful player: looks-wise, playing-wise, recently bounced back from a nasty mental block with the help of hansi, does extraterrestrial things with his pretty feet, v pleasant to listen to his voice is so deep, signature laugh, always somewhere giggling and snuggling w/ manu and especially his bestie sergio, cutest bunch, sané sounds like whipped cream (”sahne”) in german so we say he’s “allererste sahne” meaning creme de la creme so that sums him up, leroy is trained by pep guardiola in england, bag of tricks kinda guy, very tongue in cheek/teasing but he’s also a slutty capricorn, truly a combination of opposites, a talent and sight to behold, he gets several pictures because he’s leroy and my crush

and last but not least, basically a child: nobody calls him jamal musiala (18) anymore because bambi is the best ever nickname for him, german football lore has it that it was leroy who invented it out of nowhere, the rest is history, bambi has the looks and playing style of a deer plus some remarkable talent but prepare to suffer if you stan him the child protection agenda has him sitting on the bench often as of yet, nevertheless he is our future and he’s really popular, we all baby him, his skills and sudden goals are truly shocking he’s born 2003 like what do we do with this toddler?! in any case everyone adores bambi and he is in — as we saw — crazy, but good hands so fingers crossed, you spot him by the way he pulls his brows up and looks v small despite being 6′0, don’t underestimate him he’s always ready to go off on that goal

- honorable mentions, including some golden gen players:

antonio rüdiger (28) - also from the chelsea squad, very tall, defends, used to play with a mask due to injury, toni nibbles at our opponents’ backs to catch them off guard i’m not joking

mats hummels (32) - tumblr famous to unhealthy degrees, it needs to stop, currently on break, caught between our golden gen and eyebrow twink era, gets called D**F a lot but we don’t use that weird word here, defends, king of own goals, nice black hair though

toni kroos (31) - retired this year which i’m sad about, skillful real madrid midfielder who looks a little exhausted, infamously no-nonsense in interviews, badass with his tats, 2014 world cup winner, i miss toni </3

robin gosens (27) - new on the scene, from zero to hero, made a good impression at the last euros, very honest soul, now injured, he looks like the younger brother of the guy next on this list

lukas podolski (36) - poldi, was a sunshine himbo before it was cool, legendary retired winger, luke is cute and funny and confused he’s a national treasure, proof that geminis can be adorable, golden retriever

bastian schweinsteiger (37) - retired captain and silverback, basti is now pundit, made a huge impact back in the day, best friends ever with poldi they made legendary meme adverts for crisps together

miroslav klose (43) - the somersault guy, man he was the best striker ever, also retired a while ago i miss him tremendously, very stern but humble and a good man, miro is also a world cup winner, paved the way

philipp lahm (37) - another retired captain from the golden generation, several defensive positions, infamously smol and very talented, bffs with big manu, brainiac short king, we owe him everything

BONUS: robert lewandowsi (33) - he’s not german, he’s not in our team, he can’t join us since he already plays elsewhere (for poland nt), but our whole nation acts like he can because we want him as our striker lmao! get off tiktok lewy we need you

(the four stars are from the munich club jersey which is unrelated to the national team, we like him since he plays there and is extremely successful, a lot of our national players are sent from munich it’s the talent factory, check them out for further germany nt research if u want, the club is legendary)

and that’s it thank you for sticking with me here i hope you adopted some new ridiculous boyfriends and gained sexy insights about germany

as you saw we have pretty boys ranging from XXL to XXS so the buffet is open we have something for everybody

collect yours and tune in for more november world cup quali games 2021 and the tournament next summer where we will spread more rainbow buffoonery than ever and smize the competition to the ground

totally official predictions:

during semi finals, serge gnabry will evaporate christiano ronaldo in his cooking pan, then bounce the ball into the goal with his big booty: instant man of the match

hansi flick will chant a magic spell and timo werner scores 15 times

thomas müller’s horses will eat france, italy, and whatever other team is good

kimmich distracts messi by hitting the high c

manuel will end england in a penalty shootout wearing a torn neon pink camoflage jersey

when we play against poland, lewy will cause an own goal so he can finally be our striker in spirit 😔✊

leroy sané will look very hot

leon goretzka debuts a tenpack

kai havertz will credit his dogs and donkeys for his success after scoring the overly dramatic winning goal in the final with those long noodly legs <3

it will either be clownishly tragic or eyebrowly glorious but in any case it’s good fun and you get to see some pretty people running from left to right and vice versa ⭐️ (and memes are pretty much guaranteed no matter what happens)

for those who are already in the fandom and want to add their own husbands or some more sexy stats to this or if something needs correction go right ahead let’s go and thank you for reading + reblogging

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[ID: A page from Devil’s Reign-- three identically-structured panels. The first is Daredevil against a blank blue-and-black background, from the shoulders up and facing forward. He pulls off his Daredevil mask to reveal an identical mask underneath.] Fisk (caption): “It all rushes back to me. Daredevil dug into my mind and stole so much.” [ID: The Kingpin from the shoulders up, wearing a white collared shirt, facing forward and grimacing, with sunlit windows behind him.] Fisk (caption): “The greatest violation I’ve ever known. He stole my victories. He stole my memories...all so he could deny the world the fact that he was sloppy, that he was...” [ID: The same as the first panel, except it’s Matt’s Murdock, mask-less and grinning creepily. His eyes look like black pits.] Fisk (caption): “...Matt Murdock. Matt Murdock Matt Murdock Matt Murdock” Devil’s Reign #5 by Chip Zdarsky, Marco Checchetto, Marcio Menyz, and Clayton Cowles

I’ve been enjoying “Devil’s Reign”, which has been a huge relief to me after failing to connect with the Daredevil run that led up to it. This event is going some compelling places, introducing fun concepts (I love the team of Otto Octaviuses from different dimensions), and-- most exciting for me-- engaging with plot points from previous Daredevil runs that are long overdue for some development. Specifically, the conflict at the core of this event is the same conflict that defined Daredevil volume 5: the Purple Children’s mind wipe, which undid Matt’s public identity.

The mind wipe, for anyone who wasn’t reading DD at the time or has maybe forgotten, had an almost immeasurable impact on the Daredevil landscape. Matt officially made his identity public in 2014 at the end of volume 3, but it had been unofficially public since the “Out” storyline all the way back in 2002. And of course, many people in Matt’s inner circle-- Peter Parker, Ben Urich, Elektra, Matt’s mom-- had known for decades, with that knowledge being a central component of their relationship. The mind wipe erased all of that, building a sudden new wall between Matt and all of his loved ones, nullifying years and years of character-building. Matt didn’t ask for this and the Purple Children had good intentions, but it was a huge shift, highly amoral, and damaging to Matt’s important web of personal connections.

And of course, it isn’t just Matt’s loved ones who were affected. The Kingpin, who famously discovered Matt’s secret identity in the “Born Again” arc in 1986, was thrust back into the dark with this change, losing his big, prized weapon against his nemesis. At the end of Daredevil volume 6 (after “Devil’s Reign” we’ll be moving into Daredevil volume 7, with the same creative team but a new #1), he finally found concrete evidence of what had been done to him-- not just of what he lost, but of the fact that he had lost something: papers claiming to reveal Daredevil’s secret identity, which now looked blank to him thanks to the Purple Children’s mental block. (Side note: does this mean the Murdock Papers were real after all? Food for thought...). He was understandably upset.

[ID: Excerpt from Devil’s Reign. The Kingpin, wearing a black jacket with a purple collar, is yelling at Daredevil from an intensely close range. The street behind them is lit up red and blue from police car lights.] Fisk: “I can feel it! You! You did something to my mind! WHO ARE YOU?!” Matt: “Sorry, Wilson. But it’s called a secret identity.” [ID: He swings away as Fisk watches.] Fisk (caption): “You are the devil. And I’ll tear everything down to destroy you. Because nobody knows you like I do. Nobody else knows your true Achilles’ heel: your guilt.” Devil’s Reign #1 by Chip Zdarsky, Marco Checchetto, Marcio Menyz, and Clayton Cowles

Thus, underneath Fisk’s scheming to win the mayoral reelection is a new, burning goal: to regain that prized knowledge and crush Daredevil with it. It’s a great motivation to drive the plot of this event, digging into the very real emotional toll that the mind wipe would have had on its victims and taking advantage of one of that plot point’s few positive side-effects: getting to see big, important identity reveals happen all over again, in new ways. The Kingpin learning that Daredevil was Matt Murdock was a huge moment in Daredevil history. It was a huge moment in both characters’ journeys. And I don’t think I can overstate how much Fisk loved having that information.

[ID: Excerpt from Daredevil volume 1. The Kingpin, seen from the back, wearing his iconic white shirt and purple pants, is standing in front of a huge window, looking down on snow falling on Manhattan.] Caption: “He is the lord of crime. He has gathered the warring gangs of the city, organized them into an army-- no, a business, so efficient and so profitable that the city’s economy depends on the thieves, extortionists, and murderers at his command. He is the Kingpin-- and Matthew Murdock has become the light of his days.” [ID: A close-up of Fisk’s face from the side. He is smoking a cigar and the smoke swirls around him.] Caption: “As Daredevil, Murdock had cost him little, but hounded him, annoyed him, as a fly would. Now, with all the joy of a malicious child, the Kingpin tortures the fly. It began with the revelation of Daredevil’s weak side-- his secret identity. With a few brief phone calls, the Kingpin shattered Murdock’s life, beyond all hope of reconstruction. That would have been the end of it-- were it not for the sweet discovery...” [ID: A extreme close-up of Fisk’s grinning face, lit green.] Caption: “...that Matthew Murdock is a man on the edge-- that even before his ruin, he was nearly mad. Were Murdock tied to a rack, slowly torn limb from limb, begging for mercy, the spectacle could be no more pleasurable to behold. The Kingpin looks at his city and thinks of how wonderful it is to be alive.” Daredevil vol. 1 #228 by Frank Miller, David Mazzucchelli, R. Lewis, and Joe Rosen

Now, that’s a guy having a good time.

Not only was his mind invaded by an enemy-- a hideous violation all on its own, as he points out-- but something precious and intimate was stolen from him. And as much as you may or may not like Wilson Fisk as a person, the horror, disgust, and rage that he experiences at discovering that this was done to him is easy to sympathize with. I really appreciate this being finally acknowledged, because the more disturbing aspects of the mind wipe-- of which there are plenty-- weren’t explored nearly enough in Soule’s run, in my opinion.

The big, climactic event leading into Devil’s Reign #5 and the scene above was a resolution of Fisk’s quest: his discovery that he could use the distilled Purple Man powers that he’d been experimenting with (another really creative and fun aspect of “Devil’s Reign”) to force himself to remember, thus undoing the mind wipe. (This is huge.) He Purple Mans(TM) himself, and it all comes back. Zdarsky even tosses a little “Born Again” mention into the scene to make the situation extra clear. One of Matt’s most dangerous enemies knows who he is again, and just like last time, Stuff is about to Go Down.

As mentioned, I love the emphasis here on the horror of what was done, and particularly Fisk’s assertion that Matt committed this sick atrocity just to cover up the fact that he was a little sloppy with his secrets (which is...not entirely incorrect). His hate and disgust come through not just in the writing but in the art as well, with Matt’s creepy grin and shadowed eyes in that last panel. From Fisk’s perspective, Matt is inhuman, demonic, evil, and while that’s obviously an exaggeration, you can’t blame him for feeling this way. That rage breaks through the pristine mayoral façade that he’s still been trying to maintain. He has just been struck with the full force of his decades-long blood feud with both identities of one of his most hated enemies, an enemy who invaded his mind in order to rip those memories away from him, and that is more important than anything else in his life right now. It’s an intense, powerful moment, in conversation with many previous runs while also being impactful on its own.

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danielxricciardo · 3 years

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Where do we go from here

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Chapters: 1/?

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3,015

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It was your fault when you agreed to go to Monaco. After what happened the last time, you swore you would never go back there. Because it fucked with your mind and soul. You were crushed and your best friend had to scrap you off the floor for weeks, he had to remind you to shower and to eat. Knowing he will be so pissed you chose to go back to him, you didn't tell him you were leaving for a week until you were on the plane. His reaction was everything you were expecting, he called you a bitch and he advised you not to get back to him with a broken heart to cry on his shoulder then he hung up on you. Sure, you both knew you will cry on his shoulder after this week.

The entire flight you were questioning your life choices. How did you get there? You wanted - you needed to know how you allowed yourself to become dependent on a piece of affection from Daniel. You were trying to figure out when you became a sucker for him but you couldn't, maybe because you always were.

You'd always been good friends, ever since he moved from Australia to Europe. You were his first non-Australian friend and he was always been grateful for you and your friendship. You were with him even when he didn't ask you to and even when he told you he wanted to be left alone. That was your first choice. You went with him to almost all the junior competitions, until he reached Formula 1, you cried with him when he had a bad race and you partied with him on a podium or a win. Fuck it, 9 years later, you were still with him. Red Bull Racing was the team that helped him discover himself as a driver and gave him confidence that he could get far. After only one year in the team, he finished third in the drivers' championship with 238 points and secured the first fastest lap of his Formula One career at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix.

But all this has consequences. The fact that he was so good and became so well known attracted many girls who wanted to meet him and be affiliated with him for increased media attention. The worst part was that he liked all the female attention. Who wouldn't like it? He could have a new girl every day and they would still not end. But Daniel was not the type to take such advantage of his name and his position in society, you thought at the time. But that was exactly what he did. At the end of the 2014 season, days would pass without hearing from him because he was too busy to enjoy the female attendance that crossed his threshold.

After a few months, you already had a pattern. For 5 days you would not hear from him and on Saturday morning he would call you with a guttural voice, asking you to come to his place. And you went there with some headache pills and for a few hours, you would listen to everything that had happened during the week with different girls. At first, it hurt a lot. To hear how your best friend and the person for whom you develop some romantic feelings, has fun, and fucks with different girls is not very ok, but over time the whole situation had become repetitive and you became immune.

But you didn't realize you became a regular girl in his bed too. The only difference between you and the tens, maybe the hundreds of girls before you, was that you warmed his bed on Saturday and Sunday. It was just you, all weekend, every weekend. You felt special. He gives you his full attention all weekend and you hope he doesn't need anyone but you, except that Monday was coming and you could see that to his right was another model looking for fame. But have you ever told him what bothers you? No. Because you'd rather share him with so many girls than not have him in your life at all.

So what happened when you ended up crying for weeks without eating or taking a shower? Daniel told you that he is done with all the girls and he wants to focus on his career. This is after in 2015 he finished the season in 9th place with only 92 points, without a victory, and only twice on the podium. Of course you were happy! Daniel was going to have only you in his life. But he told you that what was between you before, sex and everything else, must end as well. I mean, you had to go back to being just friends. But how do you go back to being just friends with the person you've shared the bed with so many times? Friends don't know the way you taste. Your luck was that you had to go for a visit to your parents for 2 weeks and you didn't have to see him. You had 2 weeks to lick your wounds and return to him without a broken heart. Troy, your best friend, was with you and he tried to put your heart back together. Just when he succeeded, you had to go back to Daniel as if nothing had happened. Broken heart? Who?

Making your own decisions makes you responsible for what comes out of that decision whether it was a positive move or not. Making your own decisions also allows you to make your own mistakes and learn from them. It was your decision to go back to Daniel, to your friend. It was hard to look at him and not want to kiss those fleshy lips but you could manage it.

"There she is!" you heard Daniel say as soon as the Nice Côte d'Azur airport gates opened. He was wearing his merch purple hoodie that you wore so many times before and a pair of black jeans. He had a pair of sunglasses on to keep him away from the press. You smiled. It's been 2 weeks since you've seen him and it's as if your heart has tightened in your chest. You really missed him. You ignored his calls because you didn't want to hear his voice and start crying on the phone and all the messages he sent you were deleted by Troy. You don't even know what he wrote to you.

"Hey, Daniel!" you said and hugged him. You were enveloped by the smell of his perfume and you smiled. He was your safe place. "Missed you."

He hugged you back and the force he put in that hug was enough to crush your bones. But it didn't hurt you. You wanted to be one with him, to be absorbed by him. Everything platonic, of course.

"Missed you too, Y/N."

The road to your house was not a long one but at that moment everyone seemed to be on the road at the same time as you so what needed to be a 45-minutes road trip was now more than an hour, and you were still in the car. The small talk already finished about your parents, your brother and your best friend, Troy, and about all the new things from your home town and at the moment in the car was an uncomfortable silence which none of you knew how to break.

"I tried to talk to you these 2 weeks, you know?" Daniel said and you swallowed loudly. You knew that at some point he would ask about why you didn't talk to him for two weeks, but you hoped it would take some time until then - you hoped you had more time to think about a pretty good reason.

"Yeah, sorry, I just wanted to focus on my people there, you know?" you bit the inside of your cheek until you felt the metallic taste of blood. You hoped it would be a pretty convincing reason but you knew after so many years of friendship that Daniel is not the type to press you if you don't want to say something.

"Yeah, I get it, I'm the same when I'm down under, y'know?" you both laughed, and for the first time in a long time you felt good around him. You felt yourself, no labels and no shoes to fill.

In front of your apartment block, after Daniel took all your luggage out of the car trunk, he leaned against the car, his hands folded, and looked at you.

"Aren't you going to help me get them up to my apartment?"

"Yes, in a minute," he says, still looking at you. "Would you like to do something tonight?"

You shrugged. You weren't tired after the flight, so you could have done something but you had so many questions. Just the two of you? Was anyone else coming? Any friends of his? Some girl? But you couldn't ask him, even if you were friends, you didn't want to give him the feeling that you were jealous. Were you jealous? You didn't have a reason just yet but you could become one.

"Sure. Do you have something in mind?"

"Remember Jay? He just opened a nightclub. Actually, tonight is the opening, he asked me to swing by for a few hours, want to go?"

"Yeah, sure, sounds like fun."

Daniel took two suitcases and passed you to enter the block, but he walked with the wheels over your toes.

"Hey, idiot, watch where you're going!" you yelled at him and immediately laughed. Daniel turned to you, laughing too. You didn't realize when you said it, but that was the exact phrase you told him when you first met.

You got out of the cab in front of the restaurant and slammed the door shut, despite the pleading of the driver to be gentle with his darling car.

You arranged your dress on your body and put your hair behind your ear. You were ready for this blind date that Ellie, your co-worker, planned for you. Of course, there were better things for you to do on a Friday night, such as drinking a bottle of red wine watching a few episodes of your favorite show. But you were there, prepared for a shitshow. You took a few steps towards the big glass door until someone hit you hard and made you unbalance and break a heel.

"Hey, idiot, watch where you're going!" you yelled at the boy that hit you. A tall, dark guy that made you lose the little balance you still had. A small amount of his curly dark-haired was peaking out under the white hoodie he was wearing and his brown big eyes were looking at you like you were a statuette that broke.

"So sorry," he said and the thick accent made your legs soft. Whatever accent that was, you knew you wanted to hear him talk non-stop. "Was looking for an address, I'm fucking lost."

"That's fine, maybe I can help you," you smiled at the boy and you took off your heels. One was already broken so there was no point in wearing them at this point.

"Oh, no, it's fine, you look so elegant, you must be dining with your boyfriend or something," he laughed and then saw the broken heel. "Bloody, I just broke your shoes, I'm so sorry!"

You laughed even harder at the panicked boy in front of you.

"No boyfriend, just a blind date I didn't even want to go in the first place so you saved me, I'm the one that should say thank you. Where do you need to go to?"

He came closer to you with a map in his hand. He showed you where he had to go and you explained to him that he was in the wrong part of the city but you were more than happy to show him the right way. But after you stopped at a boutique to buy a 5 euro pair of sandals.

"This city is not so big that you get lost in it," you told the boy, whose name is Daniel Ricciardo, he told you so. "How long have you been here?"

"Ugh, just a day, and I thought it was a good idea to go out and see the city, I even took this stupid map, but I still got lost."

"Okay, but why did you go out by yourself in the evening and not in the morning or, at least, when is sunny, y'know?" you ask him and point to his left, where you had to go.

"I woke up two hours ago. I slept for eleven hours with the whole time zone, jet lag, and shit and when I woke up I was hungry. I went to get some food and to visit the surroundings because why not," he shrugged.

"But where did you come from?"

"Perth, Australia, baby!" he smiled and leaned back, pulling his chest forward. Anyone could see how proud he was of his hometown.

"This is you!" you announced when you arrived in front of the apartment building, his final destination. He smiled so wide and hugged you.

"Thank you so much, you saved me!"

"No biggie," you smiled at him and then waved. "Bye, Daniel Ricciardo."

"Hey, hey, let's meet tomorrow for a brekky!" he casually announced.

"For a what?"

"Oh, sorry!" he laughed. "Forgot for a second you're not Australian. For breakfast."

"Sure, I'll come here at 9 so you won't get lost again. Bye, Daniel Ricciardo!"

"Bye, Y/N Y/L/N!"

"I'll come and pick you up at about 10 o'clock, ok?" Daniel announced just as he was about to leave your apartment after he got up all your luggage. "Sounds good?"

"Yep. All good."

"And wear something sexy!" he yelled as he was closing the front door. Something sexy? Why would he request a sexy outfit for a night out from you? His best friend. Sometimes Daniel made your head spin, that was one of those occasions, you didn't pay much attention to it, you just went to grab a shower.

The night had come too fast. Sure, you had enough time to put on makeup and do your hair, but you had no idea what to wear. You were sitting in front of the bed in your underwear, with three dresses lying on the bed when the clock struck 10 o'clock. You heard the front door open and close but you did not hurry to put something on yourself so that Daniel would not see you in your underwear; he saw you even worse than that.

"Hey, are you ready? Whoah!" he says and turns his back on you, with his hand covering his eyes. "You should have told me you were naked!"

You scoffed at him.

"Cut the crap and come help me pick a dress for tonight, Ricciardo."

Daniel removed his hand from the eyes and looked at you and swallowed hard. The underwear you were wearing was almost a silky one, black, that hugged your curves just right. He couldn't take his eyes off you and you loved all the attention.

"Stop drooling and come help me. Do you want to go to this club or not?"

Daniel came near you, his eyes were now on the push-up bra that lifted your breasts, making them fuller and bigger than they really were, and at that moment Daniel wanted nothing more than to touch them and play with them. But he remembered who was in front of him. He told his best friend that the sex games were now over because he was focusing on his Formula 1 career. That was not a lie at the time, but he just wanted to throw her in bed and make her forget the words he said that evening. He coughed a few times to regain his voice and then looked at the three dresses lying on the bed.

"That one," says the brunette and points to the short black dress that fits perfectly on your body. You would have chosen that one too.

"Ok, I'll be ready in a few minutes," you said and went to the bathroom to put the dress on. You adjusted your make-up and grabbed the bag and you were ready for a night out with Daniel. Or so you thought.

No one can see the dance floor, it's wall-to-wall people dancing to the club music. There's no room for any more but somehow Daniel was pulling my hand to where he knew Jay was sitting. The music vibrated in your ears and you were tempted to move to its rhythm, but you had to follow Daniel. After going through the whole room you reached your friend, the owner of the club. He told you that the drink for you was on the house and wished you a good time. Daniel announces that he is going to have a drink for both of you and leaves you alone among hundreds of strangers, driven by the same inner desire to get rid of inhibitions for a few hours that night.

The DJ moves everybody in ways no one has ever done before. Mixing the loud music on the turntables to the beat you desire to hear, the DJ watches the half-naked bodies of young men and women dancing around as if something has possessed their bodies. Men are wearing an undershirt, or no shirt at all, and pants. They eye the women who strut around in tank tops and tight dance pants or skirts, and who are smiling, and letting all their worries go away. A smile appeared on your face and look at the line at the bar for Daniel and you were pleasantly surprised to see that he was already looking at you. When you saw his smile you realized that the night will not end with you two still being just friends.

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watermelonlovershigh · 3 years

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Harry's Daughter Rose Get's Sick on the One Direction Tour Bus (singledad!harry)

AN: so i turned this Single Dad Harry & His Daughter Rose (journey through life) into a series where i'll write blurbs and maybe a one shot here and there. people seem to love this story so i'm happy to write for it.

This story contains: puking, child crying, comfort

{ singledad!harry - Prince Harry (2014 ish) - Rose age 2 }

word count: 1104

Rose wakes up sick to her little tummy on the One Direction tour bus and Harry cleans her up and all his bandmates help him out and clean up the mess she made with her sick.

On the tour bus, Harry and Rose usually shared a bunk. She's so small that it isn't a big issue. But tonight, Rose was attached to Niall. She fell asleep on Niall's chest when her bedtime rolled around and when they tried to move her, she's just start whining and crying. So Niall told Harry that Rose could just sleep with him in his bunk for the night and Harry agreed.

Harry did think it was weird that Rose had been cranky through-out the day, but didn't put too much thought into it. She is going through her terrible two's after all. But when he's suddenly being woken up by a loud scream coming from Niall's bunk, her moodiness correlating to her terrible two's goes flying out the window. Something else is wrong.

Harry is quick to jump from his bunk and barley has time to let his eyes adjust to the lights before Niall screams, "Harry, oh God. Come ere'." Thinking Rose might be seriously hurt or worse, Harry paces to Niall's bunk and immediately is hit with the stench of vomit. Then he sees Niall gagging into his bare arm. Getting a closer look, Harry sees puke all over Niall's sheets and running down his left arm.

As soon as Rose sees her daddy, she screams a heartbreaking cry, "Daddy, daddy, daddy." making grabby hands. Harry's little girl is covered in her own sick and shook up from the entire experience presumably.

Without second thoughts, Harry reaches into Niall's bunk and lifts up Rose, not caring if he gets covered in throw up. "Shh my love, you alright? Was your tummy just hurting?" he soothingly asks his daughter, but she just tries to burry herself deeper into her daddy's body and wails a loud cry that has Louis, Liam, and Zayn awaking and coming out their bunks to see the commotion.

"Mate, why is she crying for?" Louis asks in a Donny accent but soon sees the scene in front of him and realizes Rose has just been sick.

When Liam sees what's happening, he's quick to say, "Harry, take her to the toilet (the bathroom) and I'll clean up her vomit." Liam has always been the responsible one and the one who does the jobs no one else is willing to do, so cleaning up a bit of sick isn't a problem for him. He's cleaned all of his bandmates sick at some point or another so he can handle a two year olds puke without any problems.

Zayn on the other hand is quick to get back into his bunk, not being able to handle throw up. Just like Niall except Niall got unlucky and was the one who got puked on. That's why Louis goes over to Niall and is trying to comfort him because he's trying not to be sick himself.

Harry walks into the mini bus bathroom holding Rose to his chest and shuts the door, giving them a bit of privacy. He tries to set her on the top of the counter but she refuses, grasping tightly around his neck. "Baby, is your tummy still hurting? I need to know so I can help you."

Rose lifts her head from Harry's shoulder and mumbles, "Yeah, it wrilly hurts daddy." Harry takes that as a sign to go in front of the toilet and kneel down, holding Rose over the bowl. She lets out a few grunting gags before expelling more puke out her tiny mouth. Harry winces at the sight because he hates to see his daughters so sick. It breaks his heart.

Out of the bathroom, Louis has helped Niall clean the vomit off his arm and side, in the mini kitchen on the bus. And Liam has striped Niall's sheets and disinfected the walls and what puke that got on the floor. Zayn is laying in his bunk on his phone, trying to distract himself from what's happening around him.

Rose finally stops throwing up and Harry strips her clothes off, as well as his own (he left his boxers on), and stepped into the buses shower. He cleans them off and removes all puke that got on their bodies. The whole time, Rose wouldn't let go of her daddy. Almost as if he would disappear any second which is far from the truth.

Liam brings them two towels and searches through Roses' luggage to find her some clean sleep ware. He also brings Harry some dry boxers and has managed to put new sheets on Niall's bed. By the time Harry and Rose leave the bus bathroom all fresh and clean, everyone else was settling back into their designated bunks, ready to resume their sleep.

When Harry approaches his bunk, he sees where Liam was kind enough to leave a bucket on the floor beside his bed incase Rose needed to be sick again. Harry slips into his bunk with his daughter Rose to his chest, and holds her into his body heat. Her eyes slowly shuts by the seconds that pass.

When fully laying back down, Harry whispers to his baby girl, "If your tummy starts hurting again, please tell daddy alright. I have a bucket you can use. I love you my darling."

She mutters back, "Wove you." not being able to pronounce her L's very well. Harry gives her wet, clean curls a kiss and rubs his hand over her bony back, hoping to help her fall asleep easier. The covers are pulled up over their bodies and her tiny face is stuffed into Harry's shoulder length, damp hair.

The next day when they awoke, Rose was fine and they never figured out why she got sick in the night. Harry thanked his bandmates and friends for helping out with his daughter because he knows for a fact he wouldn't be able to have done it alone. Single parenting is hard, but even harder when you're on a tour bus and traveling all the time. They always step in and help with Rose when needed and he couldn't me more grateful for the people in his life.

(just edited this at 2 am so sorry for mistakes. this is my last fic before i leave my house to evaluate for the hurricane, so peace out and enjoy)

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