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possessive - toji fushiguro x reader

aka the one where your toxic ex boyfriend Toji needs to remind you that you’re still his

wc: 2.5k

cw: hehe where do I begin 😅; 18+ only!!! ; dub-con ; technically non-con but not really??? ; possessive!toji ; toxic!toji ; he’s fuckin mean in this one ngl ; EXCESSIVE use of the word fuck ; rough sëx ; impact play (he uses his belt on you 😋) ; lots of manhandling ; f!ngering ; daddy k!nk (it’s toji duh) ; breeding k!nk ; uhhhhhhhh lemme know if I missed something!

"Toji Fushiguro, where the fuck are you!?" You yell, slamming the door to your house. He shouldn't be here, you broke up months ago, but you know him better. You saw the bastard earlier, on your way into the restaurant where your date just so happened to stand you up. Toji had been outside on his motorcycle, a cigarette resting between his lips as he flashed you his signature cocky grin and gave you a little two-fingered salute. Immediately, your eyes had narrowed, and when you got inside, you waited and waited, but your date never came.

Did it shock you? No. Toji's always been possessive, this is not the first man that he's chased off after the break up, and you knew that it would not be the last.

Unsurprisingly, the devil himself presents himself to you, walking out of the kitchen with a glass of whiskey in hand, taking a sip as he flashes you that fucking grin again. "Took your sweet time gettin' here, doll." He teases, downing the rest of the glass in two gulps before setting the glass down on the counter behind him.

"Don't you fucking 'doll' me, you fucking asshole." You spat, tossing your purse to the ground by the door and angrily stalking over to him, glaring up at the taller man. Truth be told, Toji was trying his best to hold back laughter - you remind him of a fucking chihuahua when you get so mad at him. All bark, and no bite. It's adorable to him, really. "What the fuck did you do?"

"What'd'ya mean, princess?"

"Quit with the fucking names!" You yell. "You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about, now answer me - what the fuck did you fucking do?"

Toji clicks his tongue, fed up with that mouth of yours. His gaze goes to the ceiling before settling back on you, green eyes ablaze with barely sheathed anger, crossing his arms across his muscular chest and glowering down at you. You swallow the newly formed lump in your throat and try to fight the urge to cower away from his looming figure. But you've done this dance for far too long, and you refuse to back down this time.

"I suggest you watch your fucking mouth." The teasing nature had left his voice, and Toji can see the fear pass over your eyes. You know that he'd never hurt you - except for in the bedroom - but Toji was still an incredibly intimidating man. Even to you, even after years of knowing him - hell, maybe that made you even more intimidated by him.

"Yeah? Or fucking what? You're in my house, asshole, the hell are you gonna do?" You spit, glaring up at him, praying that your body isn't trembling.

It's sudden, the way that Toji's large hand grabs your arm in a bruising grip, pushing you against the wall. His other arm comes up to cage you in. His breathing is heavy, glaring down at you with anger burning in his venomous eyes - he's pissed. Yeah, you've known Toji for a long ass time, but this is the first time that you've actually been scared of him.

"What am I gonna do?" He repeats your question, voice full of venom. "I'll tell ya' what I'm gonna fuckin' do, I'm gonna remind you who the fuck you belong to, doll."

"G-Get off of me! I don't belong to anyone, especially not you." You try to hold your ground, pretending like your eyes aren't threatening to fill with fearful tears. Pretending like you're not breathing erratically, like you're not fucking terrified.

Toji merely scoffs, his lips twitching up in a dangerous smirk. He quickly snatches up both of your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand and situating himself so that one of his legs is between your thighs. You're vaguely aware of the tense muscle of his thigh pressed against your clit, trying not to think about it. Toji's free hand now comes to grab your chin, forcing you to look up at him, to meet his intense gaze. "That's where you're wrong, pretty girl. You're mine, always gonna fuckin' be mine, you fuckin' hear me?" He growls, tightening his grip on your wrists, making you stifle a whimper at the pain. You're shamed, really, at the heat that's pooling between your legs, and you're desperate not to show it.

"T-Toji, you're hurting me." You seethe, trying to pull your arms free to no avail. He doesn't budge, not that you expect him to, Toji only chuckles bitterly under his breath, bringing his face closer to yours, practically snarling at you when he says, "Yeah? Tell me you're mine and I'll let you go."

"I'm not-" His hand tightens, free hand dropping from your chin down to your neck, giving your throat a warning squeeze.

"Try again."

"I-I'm not fucking yours!" You yell, you know that it's a wrong move when he squeezes the sides of your neck tighter, cutting off your oxygen supply. He's getting off on this, the panic in your eyes, because he can see right past it - he can see the lust hidden behind the fear.

"Ya' think so, huh?" He says lowly, voice practically a growl. In an instant, he rips his fist from your neck, fingers pushing up the hem of your dress and slipping straight past your panties, sliding between your folds. "Then why's this little pussy so fuckin' wet right now?"

"T-Toji, stop-" He shoves two of his thick fingers into your cunt, met with little resistance, but the intrusion makes you gasp. "Stop!"

"C'mon now, darlin', we both know you don't want me to do that." He smirks, fingers curling expertly to find your sweet spot, making you involuntarily whine and grind your hips down against his hand. "This pretty lil' pussy knows exactly who she belongs to. She's fuckin' gushin' for me, doll." There are tears in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks that burn with embarrassment, because you know that Toji's right, and you hate it.

"Toji, st- ah!" His thumb starts to circle your clit as his fingers continue abusing your g-spot. Toji attaches his lips to your neck, nipping at the spots that he knows are particularly sensitive. Your legs begin to shake as he continues his assault, biting your lip to try and prevent yourself from giving him the satisfaction of hearing you moan for him.

"Quit fuckin' acting like you aren't loving this." He snarls, biting harder with intent to leave a mark. "You'd rather act like a little slut, huh? That it? Rather give this pussy to the first horny bastard you see that ain't me?" He seethes, picking up his pace. You whine loudly at his words and at the force at which he's finger-fucking you, feeling the coil in your belly threatening to snap under his ministrations. Toji knows it to, knows exactly how close you are, so he slows his movements until his fingers still all together.

"N-No!" You whimper at the loss. "P-Please..!"

"Please?" He mocks, clucking as he pulls back to look you in the eyes again - he looks just short of deranged, and somehow that only serves to make your walls clench around his fingers. "You know what I wanna hear, pretty girl. If you wanna cum, ya' just have to admit it." He moves his fingers again, agonizingly slowly, making you whimper against your will.

You're stubborn, defiant to a fault, and while those are qualities that Toji loves about you, he fucking despises it right now. The hand around your wrists pulls you forward just to slam you back against the wall, curling his fingers right against your sweet spot. You look up at him with dazed, desperate eyes, filled with lust and tears - tears that Toji leans in and slowly licks up with a sinful groan. "I'm not fucking repeating myself, slut."

"'M yours.." You meekly whimper, swallowing your pride, your eyes looking anywhere but him as your cheeks burn even hotter. Toji chuckles, heart swelling with pride as he finally starts moving his fingers inside of you again.

"What was that, doll? A lil' louder f'me."

"I-I'm yours!" You cry out now, feeling the coil tightening again. "P-Please, Toji! I'm yours, 'm yours, please let me cum!"

"Uh-uh, not so fast, darlin'," He smirks wickedly, his hand finally dropping from your wrists to lift you up by your thighs, kneading the flesh there as he carries you into your bedroom. "Only way you're gonna cum is on daddy's cock." He says as he practically throws you down onto the mattress and wastes no time in stripping his shirt off, his pants following soon after. The familiar clink of his belt buckle is enough to make you shiver. Toji chuckles at the reaction as he kicks his pants and boxers to the side.

"Should I use that on ya'? Huh, pretty girl? Want daddy to use his belt on that sweet ass of yours?" He taunts, picking the leather belt back up and folding it, slapping it against the palm of his hand once, and you instinctively tense up. You're nodding before you realize it, your eyes widening when you catch your body's betrayal. "Hm, think you're right. Been such a naughty little bitch, haven't you? Think you need a punishment for how you were runnin' that dirty little mouth of yours earlier, too." He kneels on the bed, flipping you over onto your belly, not wasting time with the zipper to your dress, Toji opts to just rip the flimsy fabric off of your body instead. Any excuse to show off his strength, because he knows how much it turns you on.

"T-Toji!" You yelp at the sound of ripping fabric. "That was expensive!"

"Yeah fuckin' right," He replies, giving your panties the same treatment, tossing the torn garment by his pants, so that he can remember to snag them on his way out. "Now, where were we?" He taunts, lifting your hips so that you're on your knees, keeping your face pressed against the sheets. You yelp in shock and pain when the leather comes down hard against your ass with no warning. "That's right, daddy's gotta punish his disobedient lil' fuckdoll, don't he?" He chuckles. "Better count, babe." He says as he brings the belt down against your ass again.

"T-Two..?" You say in an unsure voice, not sure if he expected you to count the first one or not.

"Atta girl." He praises, landing another smack.

"Thre-ee!" You whine. "H-How many are you gonna..?" Toji chuckles darkly, dangerously, as he leans forward, pressing his chest against your upper back until his lips are grazing the shell of your ear. "As many as I fuckin' want." He leans back onto his knees to deliver two snaps of the belt in quick succession, you squeaking out the numbers.

"You wanted to be such a little slut, right? Wanted to let all these different men fuck this pretty lil' pussy? My lil' pussy?" The leather makes contact with your ass again. "Y'have any idea how bad that hurt daddy? Watchin' my baby tryin' to whore herself out like that?" He growls, snapping the leather of the belt against your ass even harder than before for several more harsh smacks until you're sobbing out the numbers.

"You. Are. Fucking. Mine, Y/N." He growls, one last smack before he's tossing the belt aside. "Don't you ever fuckin' forget it again." In one quick motion, he slams his cock inside of you, bottoming out in one deep thrust despite your shout of pain at the sudden intrusion. It'd been months since you last felt his massive cock inside of you, but Toji gives you no time to adjust, starting up a rapid pace immediately.

"T-Toji! Wait, p-please! Too big!" You cry, tears streaming down your face and staining the sheets below. If not for his hands holding your hips up, you'd collapse onto the bed.

"Aww, you can take it, doll." He coos, one hand reaching around to rub at your clit, helping your body relax. "C'mon now, make daddy proud." You can't stop your cry of pleasure as his thick cock hits all the right spots, the pain quickly subsiding as pleasure wins over. The pace of his hips increases, as does the speed of his calloused fingers on your clit.

"Daddy, please!" You gasp, feeling your twice-stolen orgasm quickly approaching yet again. "Gonna cum!"

"Who do you belong to?" He grunts, leaning over you again. Your hips fall as his free hand comes to brace himself beside your head, all the while his other hand never lets up on your clit.

"Y-You! 'M yours, daddy!" You cry out, desperate for release.

"Nuh-uh, baby, say my fuckin' name. Now.. Who. Do you. Belong to?" He snarls, each word is punctuated by particularly sharp thrusts, his pace turning positively feral now.

"Toji! Toji, I'm yours! 'M yours, I'm all fucking yours! O-Oh my god, Toji!" You scream his name as your orgasm hits you like a truck, your pussy gushing around him, squeezing his cock like a vice. Toji isn't far behind you, hearing you crying out for him like that the last straw as hot ropes of his cum explodes inside of you, painting your insides white.

"Fuck yeah, baby - fuck yeah. Good fuckin' girl, princess - fuck!" He grunts, shallowly thrusting into you, riding out his high while your pussy milks all the cum from his cock before he practically collapses on top of you.

"Maybe if I knock ya' up, you'll remember who you belong to, yeah?" He whispers huskily as he rolls off of you, turning you around onto your back and shoving a pillow underneath your ass to keep your hips elevated, not wanting a single drop of his cum to leak out. You can barely process a thing he's saying, your head still buzzing from your high, eyes still hazy as you look at him with utter cock-drunk adoration. "Y'want that, right doll? Wanna have daddy's baby?" He lays down beside you, head propped up by his hand, free hand coming to caress your belly. Dumbly, you nod your head, one of your shaky hands coming to rest on top of his.

"Wanna have your baby." You echo breathlessly. Toji thinks that you're beautiful always, always, but his favorite sight that he's ever seen is this. Right after he's fucked you dumb, and you're so sweet, so compliant with everything he says or does.

Unfortunately for you, your dazed confession stirs his cock back to life, primal hunger filling his eyes once again. He sits back up on his knees between your thighs, lining his cock back up with your slippery entrance and hooking your legs over his shoulders. He's slow in how he slides into you this time, more gentle, leaning over you and folding your body in half while he steals your lips in a searing kiss that has just a hint of desperation.

Toji is a strong man, no doubt. He's intimidating, feared, has a bad reputation, and he prides himself in having no weaknesses anymore. Well.. Almost. Toji does have one, huge weakness.. And that weakness has always been you.

"Let's fuckin' make you a mommy then, darlin'. You're not leavin' this fuckin' room til I have you all nice and pregnant."

#did not know where I was goin when I started this #I surprised myself ngl #didn’t know I had this in me #but uhhhhh YEAH!#toji fushiguro x reader #toji zenin x reader #toji smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #k!nky toji hours 😌

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benedictscanvas · 10 months

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be still, my foolish heart [3] - jamie tartt x reader

pairing: jamie tartt x fem!reader

word count: 4.1k (we're getting into it folks)

series warnings: lots of language throughout, some allusions to smut but nothing explicit, a LOT of fucking fluff mostly ngl

a/n: you're still enjoying this?? you're a mad lot, you are. in all seriousness, i'm writing like i have a new lease on life so i'm really glad so many of you are liking this as much as i am. jamie is really torn, the poor boy, but i've got 12 chapters planned in total so strap yourselves in for a slow(ish) burn <3 <3 <3

series summary: when jamie gets called up to the england team for the first time, he’s terrified. enter you, all smiles and swearing, and suddenly his only fear is falling head over boots for you.

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chapter three - if i could hold you for a minute

“That’s a wrap, thanks boys, you were both great.”

Jamie nodded his thanks, giving his mate Rife a pat on the back that seemed to pass as a hug around here. Rife was quick to run off to the pitch behind them, getting back in on the passing drills, but Jamie hung back. Of course he did. He always fucking did, and he was getting quick sick of himself.

In the last week of being at England camp, he’d taken part in around 10 PR opportunities, all of which were open to volunteers, none of which he was obligated to do. But there were so few of them willing to take part and the smile on your face every time he hesitantly stuck his hand in the air was worth whatever embarrassment you might put him through. And, most of the time, you weren’t big on embarrassing PR moments. Mostly wholesome conversations with the team and stupid challenges that he’d found himself quite competitive with. When he won the competition to roll the 10p coin into a fork yesterday, he was buzzing.

The spelling bee had not been his finest moment, but you’d been very reassuring that people loved someone relatable, and what was more relatable than not being able to spell ‘mediterranean’?

You’d only been able to reassure him as such because he made a habit of sticking around afterwards. Asking if you needed any help taking down the camera equipment, because Tiff still hadn’t come back to work but you’d kicked Brian to the curb days ago. Now you seemed to be doing it all by yourself, and sometimes the way you rushed around made Jamie’s chest ache.

“Hey,” he said softly, gently touching you on the shoulder to get your attention. You turned from the equipment you were taking apart and boxing up, your whole expression changing for the better when you saw who was disturbing you, “Can I get that one?”

He points a thumb over his shoulder at the other camera and is rewarded for his kindness when he sees you physically sag with relief.

“Lifesaver, you are. Thank you, Jamie.”

You didn’t call him Just Jamie anymore. He missed it at first, the silly nicknames that had made you feel like fast friends, but then he’d realised that the way you said his actual name, soft and thankful a lot of the time, was better than any stupid nickname he could come up with.

“Nah, you’re good.”

He gets busy putting the camera away, following your lead as inconspicuously as possible by glancing over at your handiwork when he’s not sure where to put something. When you’re finished, he’s almost done. You come over to take the heavy case from him and he holds it out of your arm’s reach.

“As if. Lead the way, boss.”

You roll your eyes good-naturedly at him, then protest when he also snatches the box you’re carrying from you with his free hand. He tries to convince you to let him carry the third, tiny microphone box over his shoulder too, but you simply flip him the bird and lead the way to your office.

He’d carry you there, if you’d let him, because he knows the walk of a woman whose feet are hurting in her heels - Rebecca had taught him the signs. You were walking solely on the balls of your feet, trying to keep a normal rhythm but failing.

“You think Gareth will tell me off when he realises I’m using one of his star players to carry my shit around the place?”

He wants to argue that he’s not one of the star players around here, but he’s already learnt where self-deprecation gets him with you - an argument. Instead, he basks in the glow of the compliment inwardly as you open the door to your office and usher him in.

“I think he’ll wonder why the fuck nobody’s been hired to help y’ out,” Jamie says, then sees the determination in your face and course corrects, “Not that you can’t do anythin’ you set y’ mind to, of course. Sorry. Just hate seeing y’ rush about the place with your feet on fuckin’ fire.”

There’s definitely a visible wince on his face when he’s put the equipment down on the right shelves and turns to find you staring at him in disbelief.

“How do you know my feet hurt?”

“Don’t worry, I don’t think just anyone would notice,” he’s quick to reassure you, then hopes that doesn’t sound like he’s only one who notices anything about you, “It’s just that one of my mates taught me to notice when someone’s struggling on heels. Can offer her me arm then, like.”

“Hm.”

You look thoughtful, but he’s already put his foot in his mouth enough for one day. He can’t seem to stop when you’re around. Yesterday, he’d tried to ask you about your day but all he’d said was the word ‘day?’ as a question. He was still getting over that one.

Deliberately not flirting with you was getting harder and harder every time you fucking smiled at him.

“Anyway, you’re steering me off topic. I hope Tiff’s back soon,” he says sincerely, hovering by the door. Already, he feels he’s outstayed his welcome, cluttering up the place, “An’ if there’s anythin’ I can do until she’s back, then…”

Just let me know? Shout and I’ll come running? Let me convince Gareth to give you a day off so you can relax?

He doesn’t know what his intended end of the sentence was, but you nod like he finished it anyway. You’re looking at him pensively, not saying goodbye yet. Eventually, after a few moments of what looked like an internal debate, you flop into your office chair and stare up at him ruefully as you kick your shoes off.

“I’m so thoroughly fucked Jamie, you have no idea.”

There’s a thought in the back of his head that he’s supposed to be training right now, but he doesn’t even think about leaving. He won’t be able to stay long, but he’ll be damned if he leaves you when you’re pouting like that. He kicks the door closed and walks closer to your desk.

“Can’t be that bad,” he says, hoping its soothing not patronising, “Ted always says something like…a problem halved is a problem shared or somethin’. Lay it on me.”

Again, you’re looking at him pensively. He’s not sure he likes you studying him so closely, like you’re searching for something. He gives you a shrug and a smile.

“Okay, but I’m only taking two minutes of your time, I promise,” you sigh, “Really shouldn’t keep you from training with the fucking England squad for this.”

It’s the first sign of self-deprecation he’s ever seen from you. He hates it with a passion. Briefly, he wonders if this is what you feel like when he does it, if that’s why you always argue against him. Maybe if he plays this right, he can leave this conversation safe in the knowledge that the two of you have become proper friends.

“Oi. None of that, alright? If I’m not allowed, you’re fuckin’ not either,” he insists, firm as he catches your eye. You look surprised, but you nod with a small smile that he’s over the moon to see, “Good. Right. Let’s problem halve then.”

There’s a laugh on your lips that you’re keeping in and he definitely hasn’t used that expression right, he knows. Maybe part of him likes that, though, because he likes the amusement that’s creeping through the exhaustion that radiates from you.

“Gareth’s asked for Saturday to be ‘team bonding’. Something fun but also compelling, you know, pictures to get the public on side. I’m drawing a fucking blank, because I normally bounce stuff off Tiff, but now all I’ve got is a big empty office and no ideas.”

It all comes out of you in a rush. A totally new side of you he hadn’t expected to be let in on when he offered to help with the equipment, but somehow it felt like a privilege. You’d spoken every day for a week, yes, but just small talk, stupid talk that he often walked away from annoyed with himself. Still, he couldn’t have been doing too badly at trying to be your friend if you were willing to open up like this, and the thought made him proud.

Jamie still didn’t think he was very good at making friends. Maybe he could go home with a new one (if he could make himself forget how pretty you really were).

“Y’ literally couldn’t have asked a better person for this,” Jamie grinned, trying to alleviate some of the stress that had collected between your eyebrows, “Answer’s staring you in the face, you know?”

You glared at him. Okay, not the right thing to say. He hoped you’d forgive him when he pointed behind you and you turned. The back wall of your office was entirely made of glass, a window that overlooked the huge indoor swimming pool that the training complex housed. When you turned back to Jamie, you just looked confused.

“The pool?”

“Not just the pool. Pool party. Footballers go fuckin’ crazy for ‘em, trust me. Y’ can’t lose, cause you’ll get a load of pictures of us lookin’ relaxed an’ fun an’ shit. Never know, some people might enjoy the fact we’ll be half naked. Win-win.”

You nodded slowly, still thinking. The furrow in your brow was lifting. Jamie wanted to high five himself far too enthusiastically.

“I’m not one to exploit you lot for your looks…” you begin, and yeah, Jamie knows he maybe shouldn’t have added that bit. Maybe that part of him he was trying to bury wanted to fluster you, “But the rest of what you said was good. Really good.”

“It was?”

“Don’t sound so shocked, Jamie! Thought you footballers were meant to have massive egos, huh?”

He knows you’re kidding around, but even the insinuation that he didn’t have a massive ego would have made almost everyone back home laugh. A lot. He liked glimpses into what you thought of him.

“Yeah, well, I’m hidin’ it under me hat,” he joked, a shit joke that you still laughed at, “If you get us some of those floaty things too, the ones kids have at their birthdays? Fuck, do you think we could get an obstacle course?”

He hears how childish it is when he says it, feels the pink blooming across his cheeks. He’s expecting a response that he’d usually get, something kind but placating. Instead you jump up and round the desk, giddy.

“Yes! The ones with a slide at the end, you’re a genius! Thank you so much, I really mean it, I’m going to go and run it by Gareth right now,” you’re already grabbing a notebook and pen, your diary, ready to rush out of the door. He might not have found a solution so quickly if he’d known it would cut your conversation short.

“Might want your shoes, love.”

That nickname just tumbles out of him. Now his face feels like it’s gone up in flames. You don’t react, not that he can see with you rushing back to put your shoes on with a muffled thanks spoken under the desk. You’re rushing out of the door when you shout back to him.

“Find me later and I’ll sneak you an ice cream!”

He chuckles, left alone in your office. It takes him a few moments, but when he catches himself stood there grinning to himself, he’s quick to jog out and in the direction of the pitch. There’s nothing like penalty practice to take his mind off the butterflies in his stomach.

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You were true to your word. Even though you hadn’t been able to source him any ice cream later that day, much to your own annoyance however many times he told you it was fine, you’d found him in the hotel first thing Saturday morning with a Mr Whippy.

“I snuck out to an ice cream truck to finally keep my promise,” and you look so excited, that Jamie eats his Mr Whippy at 8am in the morning and enjoys it immensely. He begins to ask what ice cream trucks nearby are operating at 8am, but you shut him down immediately.

“I think you’ll really enjoy the pool party later,” you say once you’ve both finished your ice creams, because of course you got one for yourself too. Watching you eat your ice cream so quickly made him wonder if your promise had been for him or for yourself, “Pulled out all the stops. Gareth was thrilled with the idea.”

“Yeah, he pulled me aside yesterday about it. Y’ didn’t have to give me any credit, y’ know?”

“Uh, yes I did. It was your idea, idiot.”

It hadn’t even crossed his mind at the time that you might tell anyone he’d thought of it. Gareth had been really nice about it yesterday, said something about leadership qualities that Jamie wishes Roy had been around to hear.

You rushed off again after that, but he was pleased to notice as you speed-walked away that you were wearing flats today.

Jamie spent the rest of the morning with some of the lads he’d gotten on with best so far. Even though he’d sorted things with the City boys and spoke to them often, he was surprised to find that the ones he’d become closest to were the others from the smaller clubs in the league, lads who’d also come to camp on their own without any club teammates. Rife was one of them, even though he was West Ham, along with Pattinson, or Patty, and Gondo. The four of them would sit in Rife’s room, cause it was biggest, and just piss about really. Patty had ended up flooding the bathroom once.

After a morning spent playing Mario Kart on Gondo’s switch, which Jamie was fucking great at, even if he said so himself, the four of them made their way out of the hotel and walked over to the training complex.

“I heard it’s a pool party,” Patty said, eyes lighting up, “Hope so. Fucking class idea, that.”

Jamie could feel himself talking before he registered it.

“You know Y/N? Think she’s the one who planned the whole thing,” he supplies, watching as the three boys nod appreciatively. He hopes at least one of them will thank you for your hard work at some point during the afternoon. Rife gives him a funny look as they enter the pool, but Jamie takes no notice.

They’d clearly gotten carried away with their Grand Prix, because everything was in full swing by the time they’d gotten changed and entered the pool area. There were unicorn rubber rings that some of the boys were jumping into the water with, a huge obstacle course over to the left that people were racing on, both the team and some of the backroom staff were joining in. Jamie was amazed you’d been able to put all this together in just a few days and he was proud of himself too, for the idea. It was something he thought he might text his mum about later, so she could be proud of him too.

It didn’t take him long to spot you, likely because he was actively looking for you. You were stood by yourself over by the inflatable obstacle course, holding something on the wall, but watching the scene in front of you with a bright smile. Rife nudged him in the back of the shoulder and looked over at you.

“Fuck off,” Jamie mumbled, but he was walking over to you anyway and he knew Rife was decent enough not to say anything to the other lads and turn it into a whole thing. It wasn’t a thing anyway. He was just trying to do the right thing, like he always was nowadays, by going over to thank you for putting on such a fun time for everyone.

“Pool party, eh? Musta taken some kind of hotshot genius to come up with that one,” he says as he comes to a stop next to you against the wall. You screw your eyes shut like you’re thinking.

“Think it was just a run of the mill genius, if I remember,” you tease, and your bright smile is always blinding but he can’t help but wish it was only ever directed at him, “A run of the mill genius who is late, I might add.”

“Ah, you know it takes a lot of effort to look this good,” he says, gesturing down at his bare chest and black swim trunks. He hopes, because you didn’t know him during his prick days, that you know he isn’t being serious as he would have been a few years ago. There’s still a tiny whoosh of his heartbeat in his ears when your eyes travel down his body and back up again.

“I can only imagine,” you say, a blatant lie when you look as good as you do in your wrap dress, Richmond red this time. He’d think you were doing it on purpose if that wasn’t outlandish, “Now, go on, go and enjoy it! We’ve only got the obstacle course for three hours and no one’s been able to pry King away from it.”

Sure enough, when Jamie glances over, King is pulling Gondo over to race him because ‘no one’s ever gonna beat my record’. Even though that’s his cue to stop spending his team bonding time chatting to you, he can’t help but let his eyes drift to the air hose that you’re holding against the wall.

“Is ya arm not crampin’?”

You try and angle your body so he can’t see your arm.

“All good!”

“Excuse me language, but what the fuck are you holdin’?”

Your sigh comes out frustrated and you relent as you turn and switch arms, shaking out the other one vigorously.

“It’s the air pipe or whatever you call it. For the inflatable. It has to go through this window to the pump on the other side at this exact fucking angle otherwise it doesn’t stay inflated. Found someone with a cheaper rate and this is what I get, the little fucker.”

He has to really fight not to chuckle when you spit out the last bit, because you’re clearly enraged about this very fun pool party. However funny he finds it, however, he can tell that you won’t take any jokes well, so instead he holds up a single finger and legs it out of the pool area.

It’s only a short jog down to the dressing room, where he finds a roll of duct tape in the first locker he checks. Footballers have all sorts of uses for the stuff. He practically sprints back to you with it in his hand and the prospect of solving an issue for you has him floating through the corridors.

He enters the pool area again and knows that he’s bounding over to you like an excitable puppy.

“Hold still, yeah?” he says, more out of breath than he’d hoped, but you’re staying still because you look a stunned by his sudden exit and return. He takes the opportunity to start wrapping the duct tape around the pipe, securing it to the wall with a few small pieces, then strengthening it with a longer ones. He takes one glance at your face, far closer to his than its ever been before, and decides he shouldn’t look at you.

Not with your parted lips and sparkly eyes and-

“Right, try takin’ your hand away, if ya would?”

You do so slowly, but the pipe holds in place, same angle, the obstacle course finally self-sufficient. The sound you let out can only be described as a squeal of glee, hands clasped in front of your beaming face.

“Running out of adjectives for you, Jamie Tartt,” you say happily, reaching out to push him in what he assumes is an affectionate gesture. He’s consumed by the sparks that follow your touch, so much so that he doesn’t correct his balance in time, and the floor around the pool is wet. A startled yelp leaves him as he falls backwards into the pool, arms flailing in what he assumes is not a sexy way.

He sees you with your arms stretched out, reaching out for him with your face an absolute picture, when he surfaces, running a hand through his hair as he gasps. When he looks around, most of the team is laughing and he joins in, shaking his head at some of them who are pointing.

“Hope one of you fuckers got that on camera,” he calls out to the other side of the pool and he gets a thumbs up along with more laughs from his teammates. He turns back to you as all the laughter dies down, sees you sporting a look that’s 50% guilt and 50% amusement.

“I’m so sorry, Jamie,” you breathe out, but it’s followed by an immediate giggle that you try to cover up. If you were in a swimsuit, or a bikini, god forbid because he might actually lose it, he’d pull you right in after him. As it is, he just tamely splashes your ankles.

“I’ll getcha for that. An’ after I just helped you, too.”

You grin.

“I’ll make it up to you. Right now actually,” he sees a new mischief on your face that scares him, “Hey! Make sure you don’t get this one, alright? I fucking mean it!”

The cameraman you’re gesturing to nods and looks scared, pressing buttons on his camera. Jamie’s still looking up at you from his spot treading water in the pool, a mixture of anticipation and pure fucking awe on his face.

“It’s a pool party, right?” you grin, then jump into the pool next to him, still in your dress. The whole place cheers as you come up to the surface, laughing and flicking your hair out of your face.

Jamie feels like all his breath has been stolen from him as he watches you try to keep the skirt of your dress from floating upwards too much. He’s totally transfixed. Can’t believe his luck when you’re looking at him again. “We’re even?”

He can’t find words, so he just nods. You swim closer to him, taking a glance on your way, at everyone else presumably to check the attention had turned elsewhere. When you’re sure it has, you whisper to him.

“I know all you’ve done since getting here is be my personal knight in shining armour, but could I ask one more favour?”

Again, no words. He wants to reach out and curl his finger into one of your wet strands of hair. Wants to dunk you under the water. Wants to kiss the living daylights out of you.

Oh fuck. He just nods again, dumbstruck

“Think you could give me a boost? I didn’t think about getting out of this pool gracefully.”

You gesture to the side of the pool. Jamie wonders if he’d died on the way over to the complex earlier and now he was in heaven.

“Uh, yeah. If you’re sure?”

“Please,” you confirm, swimming over to the side and he follows, just like he always does, watching as you brace your arms against the side. He gulps as he places two tentative hands around your waist, then tightens his grip as he pushes you upwards until you can turn and sit on the side of the pool. The hem of your dress brushes his chest in the process and he almost swallows some of the pool water.

Once you’re sat on the edge, feet dangling, he’s just a few inches away from being able to rest his head on your knees as he stares up at you. He feels like his heart is running away from him. You lean down to thank him softly before you stand up, wringing the water out of your dress as you strike up a conversation with one of the coaches on the sidelines about your recklessness.

Those fucking butterflies are fluttering up a storm in Jamie’s stomach, crowding his chest, getting in his head. Yeah, he’s found you attractive from day one, wanted to be your friend from day two. Now he’s that stupid word that Colin always uses to describe Dani when he has a new girl, but he just can’t remember it.

It comes to him when he’s staring at his bedroom ceiling late at night, thinking until he makes his head hurt. Smitten. He’s fucking smitten.

next chapter

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if you read this far, as usual, i fucking love you <3 also, this chapter is partly based on something the actual england team did before the euros a few years ago, if anyone knows what i'm on about i love you even more ahaha

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt fluff #jamie tartt series #be still my foolish heart

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gardeningintrests · 2 years

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Humans are weird : illusion of sound.

I'm pretty sure everyone here has at least experienced hearing sounds that aren't there. like someone calling your name or a distinct sound of your door opening.

now, I'm not sure if animals has this as well but i would assume no because of their prey and predator instinct. they cannot afford to have illusions of sounds because that is where they hear where their predator/prey is.

so lets assume only humans have this. We hear people call our names when they really didn't is like a body reaction when your parents call you and then waits for you to come down only speak.

ngl i hate it very much

so how would aliens react to this?

just a random day where the group of maaktraks got a new human crew member! they were very excited and made loads of preparations for the human!

the human officially joined the crew about a few days ago, but something is off about this human. We have made sure that they have no mentality problems we have to take note of, but it seems like the human will randomly scream a word that apparently according to the human guide book a sign of aggression especially with the tone he uses.

now we don't understand said problem, so we reach out to the captain to address this worrying condition.

"oh? the human seems fine to me, pretty hard working too."

"yes, captain. but it just sometimes the human will make noise of anger ad frustration after yelling the word "what" and its getting very worrying. do you think we need to ask the humans what's wrong?"

"the guide book does say that if we were to speak to the human and address problems is better than being on the sidelines, so i guess i will leave this matter to you."

"yes captain"

during lunch time, the crew voted that i, xinederlk will be the one asking. what a great day.

im terrified, it had only been a few days since the human arrived, we do not know if this human is calm or the aggression type. looking at the frustrated yells, i would assume the aggression type, but the human guidebook said that each and every human is unique and that we do not judge the human by its first appearance.

i approached the human

"hello human Adam?"

"? oh hello there team leader! what brings you here to the human cafeteria?"

"well, me and me crew has something to ask actually."

"oh? is it about the rear engine? don't worry about it, staklorn has fixed it a while ago."

"no no none of that dear human Adam"

"then what's the issue?"

Human Adam seems to be in a much more serious tone now, maybe that proves his professionality in task taking fields. humans are known to multitask after all.

" well, Human Adam sometimes yell the word "what" even when nothing is going on. and the crew and i are worried that there may be something upsetting you or making you say those words with frustration?"

"eh? frustration? you guys can know my feelings upon hearing my tone of voice?"

"that seems to be in our ability"

"man... well to say eh problem isn't actually any of the crew or ships fault."

"then what is causing this frustration?"

"its just that..i grew up in a strict home alright? My parents would call me and then never answer me until i am in front of them. that gets me very frustrated because something that could've been communicated through voice easily now needs to walk down stairs and look my parents in the face before telling me to clean my room."

"..."

"so now that I've grown up, my body is toggled to hear said sounds with no response because of the habit of my parents putting it on me since young. so I'm very sorry for the inconvenience"

"..."

"too much?"

that day xinederlk learned a lot about strict parenting

#humans are confusing #humans are weird #humans are space fae #humans are space orcs #human things #humanity #the more you know #storytime #humans being humans #humans #humans are crazy #humans are dumb #humans are strange #humans are space australians #space #humans are awesome

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Ngl i am kinda anoyed the symbiote is just a "manipulative evil metaphor for substance abuse" in Spider-Man adaptations. When the symbiote is so much more interesting, more layered and i preffer when the suit is treated like an unhealty relationship with boundary issues and lack od comunication, where Peter sees it as a physical thing while the suit is in love with Peter and doesn't understand boundaries (hence taking his body on rides while he's asleep). That's kinda what i like about the original alien suit saga, the suit isn't the focus and it's all fairly subtle where it doesn't turn Peter angry or evil.

substance abuse? okay, i don't really think i've consumed a lot of the more recent adaptations of the symbiote, save for the venom films and spider-man 3 (my beloved. it's not good. i love it somehow regardless. it's agony to watch.) i think it's so boring to read the symbiote that way. besides - people can be self-destructive without it being related to substance abuse. it can be allegorical for anything, anything.

i think with the symbiote (or any metaphor at all) it can't be 1:1 – but the way i see the symbiote is that it's kind of an embodiment of his ego. the symbiote - actually, is a force that loves peter parker and wants to protect him.

it embodies the opposite of self-destruction, actually. peter parker - peter parker is self-destructive. but the symbiote? the symbiote wants nothing more than to protect peter. because they're one.

the symbiote, to me, the way i write it, is an embodiment of peter's sense of self-preservation. it's his ego. it's his sense of self-love. it's all the things peter does to protect himself, and nurse himself, and soothe himself, and bolster himself, and shield himself.

it's all of peter's habits, and all of his insecurities. everything he does out of a sense of self-love and self-preservation. so that's why...

but also why...

so it's all of peter's behaviours that peter's brain orchestrated to soothe him and protect him - good and bad. the suit loves him, but also isolates him out of a sense of self-protection.

peter is scared of getting close to people - particularly johnny, because - you know, bisexual panic. and so the symbiote literalises this and is terrified of flame. i think it's funny goofy that in 9319 it's canon that the symbiote is weak to flame because peter is gay for johnny and can't handle it. hilarious. i am hilarious.

(also the symbiote is weak to high pitched frequencies because peter's autistic ass was already sensitive to noise!!! the symbiote just soaked it up.)

the symbiote was a blank slate, and only learns from peter. so what comes out with symby, is just - it's just what peter is, but manifesting in a way that facilitates peter looking at it from an alien perspective. like peter knows it's him. but he'll deny it, and pin it on the alien. and so when peter rejects the symbiote, he's rejecting himself. he's rejecting all of the things he's ashamed of. and his rejection of the symbiote is the actual destructive force.

aaaat least that's the way i see it.

#sci speaks #please read it came from outer-space . it is the most audhd addled peter parker i've ever written. and i love him.#the symbiote is just peter's autism creature. we all have one.

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itsjaywalkers · 29 days

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Hello!hope ur having a good day :) <33

I was wondering if u wanted to share some trans reg hc, could be overall or like the boxing au one, or anything rly.

Like who was the first person he came out to, how/when did he realise, how does he deal with dysphoria- what gives him dysphoria/euphoria, and maybe how would it translate into like relationship and sexlife, would he be able to go ahead without any/much dysphoria, or would he have to have sex a ‘specific way(?? Idk??)’ to make it work?

A lot of question I know, and u don’t have to answer if it makes u uncomfortable or anything, I just wanted to hear more about your headcanons about this.

//a trans guy who is obsessed with trans reg, and ur writing

hi darling!! i have today off so i am . in fact . having a great day <3 i hope yours is treating u kindly too!!

and ofc i want to!! i'm gonna do it boxer au based, since reg's trans experience isn't the same in every story!! and don't worry, i'm happy to answer ur questions!! it doesn't make me uncomfy in the slightest, trans reg is very special to me too for many reasons and i loveeee talking about him <3

the first person he came out to was sirius!! this is my Truth almost always no matter the fic. it changes sometimes, if he takes longer to realise and he and sirius have a complicated relationship but !! in the boxer au they get along great and they're very close, so reg told sirius first!!

sirius already had his suspicions tho, and they had a lot of long deep convos about gender. he helped reg figure himself out and supported him every step of the way

in the boxer au, he realised quite young!! he was never completely comfortable in his own body, but since he was a very awkward and . odd . kid everyone attributed it to reg just not being 'normal' in general. when puberty hit it got worse tho, and even tho everyone told him it'd pass and that puberty wasn't supposed to feel good or fun, reg knew there was something else

sirius also noticed there was something going on with his brother, so he tried to help him in every way he could. he lent him his clothes whenever reg asked (even tho it was always kind of begrudgingly), convinced their parents to allow him to wear his hair short, bought him oversized clothes and called him by his nickname and never his actual name

but i think the moment it actually hit reg was when he got mistaken by a boy one time he got out of school and went to his father's office to wait for him. the receptionist assumed he was sirius, and it finally clicked for him

he didn't tell sirius immediately tho. he researched a lot first, almost obsessively, and he doubted himself all of the time, having these moments in which . he was afraid he was actually somehow making it all up in his mind

reg was very scared of change, and this was a very big One. he knew sirius would support him no matter what, but there's always fear yk?? and there was also the matter of his parents. he was absolutely terrified

but he ended up blurting it out one night he and sirius stayed up late in secret. sirius talked to him about this one boy he was crushing into, and came out to him. and reg came out to him in return!! there were a lot of hugs and a lot of tears (they pretended this never happened the next morning)

sirius was a man on a mission after this. he helped him browse names and started using the correct pronouns, always getting so incredibly upset when he slipped at the beginning. reg found it very endearing, and assured him it was fine bc it was understandably gonna take them both some time

reg didn't have many close friends back then, so he didn't really come out to anyone in school, and he graduated with only sirius knowing the truth

those years were hard ngl, and reg struggled A Lot, but having sirius on his side made the whole thing . slightly more bearable . sometimes not even that was enough but reg appreciated it immensely

how he deals with dysphoria has changed over time!! he relied a lot on the internet when he was younger, and on his brother too, but there was only so much sirius could do apart from offering a willing ear and being comforting, considering he couldn't really understand what reg was going through. it absolutely broke sirius' heart, to see him have breakdown after breakdown, losing his appetite or refusing to leave his room for days

back then reg experienced dysphoria constantly. he wasn't comfortable in his own body and he had a hard time looking at himself in the mirror, or even listening to himself talk

some days he could kind of deal with it, remain functional despite it all. he did his best to keep himself distracted so he wouldn't think too much about the whole thing

but other days getting up from bed was Hard

now tho !! it doesn't happen That often, he's the man he was always meant to be !! he's on T and got top surgery and legally changed his name and gender so he's kind of thriving

he still has his moments tho bc this is something he's gonna have to deal with for the rest of his life so when it happens he goes to the twins!! they're both trans in this story so they Understand what he's going through and they support each other Always

they exchange advice and comfort each other when it gets especially Hard and . idk it's all very lovely, they're each other's ppl yk??

again, back then a lot of stuff gave him dysphoria, but nowadays it's more specific?? little things that usually don't upset him that badly but that sometimes pile up and end up giving him actually bad dysphoria??

like . he's a well-known sports journalist, he isn't really a celebrity or anything but ppl do talk about him sometimes, especially bc of sirius (and then bc of james) and they tend to mention his looks or how similar or different he looks to his brother

and sometimes they use more . feminine adjectives or straight up say he's kinda feminine or even comment on him being trans since it's public knowledge and reg has spoken on it more than once and . it's stuff that doesn't affect him that badly but it still annoys him

it's the same when ppl highlight how passing he looks, how u can't even tell he's trans, etc

there's also the ppl that are purposefully transphobic or misgender him which . does actually make him quite dysphoric, even tho he's mostly very comfortable with his identity + his looks now

he also has a bit of a complicated relationship with . stuff that it's considered 'feminine'

like clothes don't have any gender, same with makeup, and reg wouldn't mind wearing a skirt even tho it's not his style and he does wear some makeup semi-regularly for tv interviews etc etc but . sometimes he feels slightly uncomfy on it, like he gets bad memories or becomes paranoid about how he looks in it, if the clothes make his body seem too . curvy .

as i've said, he's very confident nowadays but he still has his moments!!

when it comes to gender euphoria, it's all about the little things!! people calling him handsome, seeing how hairy his body is now, the fact that he can take his shirt off now when he goes to the beach etc

when it comes to relationships and his sex life he has reached a point in which he can usually go ahead without getting dysphoria but . it depends on his partner really

some ppl can be transphobic without meaning to or simply bc of a lack of knowledge which is fine by him u know he totally gets it, it's a matter of being willing to learn and to listen to him

like . he's used to guys assuming he only bottoms or not even ask if he's comfortable using his front hole u know

or using afab terms to refer to his genitals without making sure first reg is okay with that

which brings me to my next point !! in oby, reg himself uses afab terms and he's fine with james using them too, they've had a convo about it and everything

but it's different for reg in the boxer au!! he does use afab terms for himself, he doesn't mind at this point and it doesn't give him any dysphoria however . when it comes to his sexual partners . he prefers them using words like a cock or hole or more neutral names . it gives him gender euphoria!! and the other stuff makes him kinda uncomfy. it's fine when he's the one saying it or thinking it but hearing it out loud coming from . other people, especially people who are just there bc they're attracted to him and want to fuck him is . Not Great

he also isn't always fine with using his front hole during sex, it depends on his mood and how much he trusts the person he's gonna be sleeping with. besides, he quite likes anal too so !!

this whole thing is another reason why . reg doesn't want to sleep with james bc he feels like he's gonna be a bit of an asshole about it or be another guy who doesn't even bother asking about his preferences or what he's comfy with

which isn't the case at all!! james has been with trans ppl before, and even if he hadn't, he's very considerate with his partners!! and as he should tbh. him being arrogant or knowing he's great in bed doesn't mean he's selfish

#and i'm gonna stop right there bc this is getting out of hand #this is way too long omg #but i hope this was what u were hoping for !!!#sending u lots of love darling <333 #asks #anons #boxer james agenda #regulus black

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OH MY GOD okay so a beloved follower of mine sent me an ask about my tristan mclean headcanons like in december but i accidentally deleted !!!!!!! the fuckcing ask !!!!!!!!!!!!!! so i'm making it a post. hope you don't mind. also sorry for the wait

most of my thoughts are things i can not share on this blog (this is the Normal blog for Normal things and not the fucked up torture i subject this man to on a regular basis. tbf i hardly post about it on the Bad Posts blog either but like still. can share it on ao3 though check out sleep by imjustheretoreadonefic (don't do that it's not good)) but you can ask about that (if you want, which you probably won't because it is not most people's thing lmao) on my sideblog, yourfourthparent!! BUTBUTBUT i do have some thoughts and headcanons and such that are at the very least decently presentable!!!!

starting off first: i think he's bi! i think he figured out he was bi when he was pretty young (probably somewhere in his teenage years, probably like 15 max) and when he was in his 20s he was very involved in the queer community (his 20s being. in the 80s. sorry.) and was like a big activist. that is until the curse.

the curse being him hitting his big break. stars in some film that wasn't supposed to really blow up but it like Fucking Smashed and suddenly he was like all those guys who do one role and then are suddenly in Everything. cuz he sure is in literally everything. once he starts blowing up ofc he's got folks to help manage his image and at some point they're like haha [lip bite] you gotta stop with that gay shit or straight audiences won't find you marketable. you're already native and folks can hardly handle that let alone you being an active queer activist. you gotta cut that shit out so you can be the next batman or whatever. and tristan's like Well at least i'll make money to support myself and my dying father!

newsflash his father dies of cancer before he gets a chance. tristan's doing his best to avoid thinking about his father's death so he moves out of oklahoma blah blah yk how it goes.

he has piper when he's 33 ! everything's set and he's settled and then piper comes along and like. he's alright. he can handle this. he can be a good father (he's white knuckling the bathroom sink while he says this)

yeah he's terrified of being a shitty father. he does his best to keep her away from the press and keep her Okay for the most part but in order to do that he doesn't get to see her much etc etc. you know. you've read hoo. bleh

when piper starts dating jason he's like Oh cool ! i am about to break down ! cuz like. hey man. he is so not prepared for the reality of The Passage of Time. wdym his daughter is 16. fym tristan's almost fifty. that's so fucked up how is this allowed.

anyways he and jason are like Besties (*shoving my Bad posts to the side*) like they're such good friends they hang out so often even after jason and piper break up they're just Hiding it then. like they have weekly chess meetings and they talk about books and their lives and jason concerns tristan So Much oh my god tristan is so scared for this poor boy What are those tattoos young man Who are these "wolves" that raised you What is this "legion" Are you in a gang Little private school boy are you in a gang. What do you mean your first language is latin.

ngl my obsession with tristan came from my obsession with jason. i made a post like ages ago about how silly it'd be if tristan was jason's gay awakening and i just kept. thinking about them hanging out. and it spiralled and now i'm insane about him sorry. jason will always be my number one but Oohhhhh tristan consumes me.

anyways live tristan reaction when he finds out jason's mom is beryl grace in the middle of showing jason and piper a million old movies (beryl is in one and jason sees her and immediately freezes and tristan's just talking through the movie (hes silly sorry he talks through the whole thing. piper actually likes it because she has a hard time following movies so tristan explaining everything is good but jason is vaguely annoyed by it. he loves tristan to death don't get him wrong it's just that he can't concentrate on the kovie with tristan spitting fun facts a million words a second) when he looks over to see if theyre still watching and he just sees piper fretting over jason who's looking at the screen with a thousand gard stare.

let's go misc things that i want to mention somewhere but don't really fit uhhhh

i have this idea where tristan used to be a drag queen. i don't have any of the details down not a single one but i think about him talking to piper and her friends about the old days when he was a queen. mentions something offhandedly about how he wants to wear more feminine clothing and someone's like "oh are you like. yk. a gamer" and he's like "oh nonono i'm not trans trust me i explored my gender plenty, wore makeup, padded my bra, did drag for a few years, changed my name—" and they're like "you did DRAG ???" and he's like "OH yeah LOLZ i was terrible lol. my team keeps trying to bury it from public view for a reason. those looks were NOT serving !!!!" (he doesn't talk like that but i'm being silly rn)

(you just knoooooow jason was jaw on the floor immediately looking up TRISTAN MCLEAN DRAG TRISTAN MCLEAN DRAG QUEEN PERSONA NAME TRISTAN MCLEAN DRAG QUEEN TRISTAN MCLEAN— the SECONDDDD he got a chance. like staring so hard at old ass pictures of tristan doing drag and realising like Oh maybe i am bi. piper dumped him because she found his search history /j)

i think when his father died he cut his hair but then when it started growing long again it reminded him too much of the past that he Didn’t Want To Think About so he just. kept it short. and it's been short ever since. BUTBUTBUT when piper decides she wants to reconnect with her culture (which she's been mostly separate from because of tristan's own avoidance of it due to memories of his childhood and his father and blahblahblah) it sort of motivates him to do it too. like if piper's gonna do it after tristan entirely cut her from their culture then like. he can too. and it was a big part of his life when he was younger so like. he knows shit. i'm not good at this btw sorry i just have ideas UGSFHADGSF but anyways when piper starts reconnecting he decides to do it too and his first step with like Getting Comfortable again is growing his hair out. it's a smaller step yk he just doesn't cut his hair it's nothing active. (ofc when it starts getting properly long he has a few moments. he has to really confront his grief over his father's death and just the fear of that alone is enough to make him want to cut it again. piper stops him before he does but he has a few moments where he questions if it's worth it)

ik i just said earlier that he's not trans but like sometimes. with characters. i have headcanons that complety contradict each other. that is to say Transfem tristan mclean headcanon. she changes her name to t. just T. t wynn mclean. she goes by t cuz it's something she's already used to (jason called her that all the time before she came out).

these are all the ones i have off the top of my head agh pleaseplease feel free to ask more about any of these !!! (or critique them lmao half of them are. things i suck at explaining because they exist only for hyperspecific scenarios wherein nothing happens but tristan talking to jason or piper LMAO) you can also send in your own headcanons about him or jason or piper because EYE WANT TO READ MORE ABOUT THEM RAAAAGHHH seriously there's so little stuff that features him especially and if you have literally anything at all i would lovelovelove to read it all !!!!!!! sorry for deleting the ask btw i really didn't mean to LMAO sorry to my honourary mutual (i'd tag you but i'm afraid of misremembering who it was LMAO sorry mate 💔💔)

#allfatherly guidance #answered prayers #tristan mclean #tysm to the person who sent the ask btw !!! i love talking lol #sorry it took so long to get this post out lol #btw. take a shot every time i say an expression of laughter #pjo #hoo

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hermanunworthy · 5 months

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!DNDADS S2 EP46 SPOILERS!

im getting to listen to this right as it drops. and frankly. i am TERRIFIED. ive heard about Bad Things Coming and i fear this episode may kill me. pray for me guys

- WTF DOES THIS TITLE MEAN. WHY LINCOLN

- NO ONE WILL DIE THIS EPISODE #AFFIRM

- MATT. NOT THE TIME.

- THE CLUSSY???

- WILL BEING AN ADAMANT CASS DEFENDER. U ARE SO REAL MAN

- I HATE LISTENING TO THIS AT HOME IM LAUGHING TOO LOUD ALREADY

- THE MOANING. QUIT IT ALREADY IM GONNA CRY

- SCAMSTER ORIGIN STORY WTF????

- we already knew this. but. evil. they are so silly and awful

- 3/4 NOOOO I WAS HOPING FOR HERMIE DAD ARC..... but ofc were not gonna get it

- NOT WILL GETTING EXCITED ABOUT ACTUALLY FIGHTING TAYLOR. FUCK

- SWIFTLI AND NORMSCARY YESSS

- WILL WHAT IS THIS VOICE UR DOING

- the fact that theyre not remembering hermie as the actual next in line is killing me im ngl

- FREDDIE RANDOMLY MAKING NPCS W DUDEBRO VOICES IS MY FAVE THING

- MATTS LAUGH WHEN HE ROLLED THAT NAT1. GOD I FELT THAT IN MY SOUL

- OH *ABRAHAM* LINCOLN??? IS THAT WHO THE TITLE IS REFERRING TO 😭

- WTF IS THIS EPISODEEEE I KNEW THEYD DO SOME CRAZY DUMB SHIT TO GET OUT OF TJIS

- HERMIE HERMIE HEMRIE

- WHY ARE U ONLY JUST NOW REMEMEBRING HERMIE

- ISTG IF THAT IS HERMIES ONE ONLY LINE THE WHOLE WPISODE IM GONNA KILL

- NOT TAYLOR INHERITING THE CLOSE FIGHT BETTING INSTINCTS

- FIND JODIE????? IM GONNA DIE

- hang on hold up. breakfast break

- ANTHONY "BC HE PUNCHED U REALLY HARD" "YEAH FUCKED UP RIGHT??" IM CRYING

- WHAT IS THE FANART FOR THIS FIGHT GONNA BE LIKE.

- NORMALS IN DEATH SAVES NOOOO

- "HIM LOOKING BACK ON HIS LIFE, HIM GETTING DUNKED ON 24/7" STOP IT WILL STOP IT I DONT NEED THIS RN

- oakicks nation were winning ig

- "THATS BRISK BABY" SCREAMING

- SO THE JEZZBALL WASNT BC OF HENRY.... ☹️

- NO NO NO PLZ DONT HURT NORMAL MORE

- PLZ IM SO STRESSED I NEED NORMAL TO BE SAFE

- MATT IS JUST SO UNHINGED THIS EP

- IS LINK GONNA KILL SHMEGAN???

- RON IS STILL HERE???

- TAYLOR IS SO USELESS NOW HELPPP

- THIS EPISODE IS SO DUMBBBB

- NOT ANOTHER EXPLODING HEAD DEATH

- NORMAL IS OKAY!!!!

- HE LOST HIS MUSTACHE LMAOOO

- david lovesatan will NEVER be jodie foster >:[

- NOOOO THEYRE GONNA TAKE DOOD

- SHMEGAN IS DEAD

- NORMALS GONNA GET FUCKING HIT AGAINNNNN I CANT DO THIS

- DOOD UNLEASHED?????

- THIS IS DOODS 100% EXPLOSION FOR ALL MY FELLOW MP100 FANS OUT THERE

- .....is it too early to say that this episode is NOT as bad as i feared

- bc i seriously thought henry would be coming back and shit would happen w hermie and it would be super awful evil but ig thats NEXT episode. god

- TY BETH FOR REMEMBERING HERMIE 🙏🙏

- WHERE ARE THEY???

- okay fbi office okay..... okay....

- WHAT???? HERMIE?????? WHAT

- WHAT

- AM I GONNA GET SOME AWFUL HERMIE CLIFFHANGER. I WILL KMS

- WHY IS HERMIE CHOKING WHAT

- WHY IS HERMIE BLEEDING OUT?????

- IF HERMIE DIES I WILL DIE. DONT DO THIS TO ME WHAT IS HAPPENING

- HERMIE GOT SHOT

- OH GOD OH NO

- ANTHONY. COME ON.

- HERMIES CALLING OUT FOR FUCKING NORMAL??????

- WHAT THE FUCK

- PLZ DONT KILL HERMIE PLZ

- NO

- GUYS.

- GUYS

- IM GONNA KMS

- HERMIE IS DEAD.

- HERMIE LIKES NORMAL BACK AND HERMIE IS DEAD.

- guys im done

- i literally cant even process this i cant even cry yet im just

#dndads #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 spoilers #siren says

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writeyouin · 9 months

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When you get to writing again (no pressure), may we have a continuation of the Songbird human with the Decepticons please? Megs goes through with his idea to take the human for entertainment, and the Cons find themselves taking care of the human for reasons other than wanting to hear them singing

TFP/Reader Insert – Music in the Night Part 2 of ? - Songbird

A/N – NGL, I am legit considering writing a 3rd part smut to this either with Starscream, Knockout… or both. It gave me kinky vibes.

Warning – None. Despite the AN, this is actually a safe chapter.

Rating – T

You shivered in the cage you had been placed in. It was just like a birdcage, with enough room to pace around but little else. There was also a swinging perch, no doubt meant to mock you. You didn’t dare say anything as a bunch of overly large robots jeered you. Every time you tried to stand, one of them would knock your cage and laugh as you fell down.

You couldn’t distinguish much between the laughing and mockery, but you did catch snippets of words here and there.

A doctor of sorts was mentioned though alongside his title, you heard the words torture and experiment.

Then there was the case of a metallic bird being praised, the same one who had captured you. You believed he was called, Laserbeak, not that his name mattered much. You were terrified of the idea that the robots surrounding you might put Laserbeak in the cage with you, perhaps to kill you, or if you were lucky, only to scare you further.

What were these creatures? Who had made them? And who controlled them now? They seemed to be sentient, but what if they were just some kind of messed-up avatars for sickos on the dark web?

Finally, a hush fell over the crowd.

“All hail Megatron,” The newly parted crowd of Vehicons cheered.

You happened to be watching a silver bot, Starscream as you would later come to know him, when the chant began. Although he opened his mouth along with the rest, he wasn’t saying the words. Was he your opportunity to escape?

You didn’t have to ask yourself who Megatron was as another bot, larger and more imposing than the rest walked through the centre of his followers.

You scrambled back as he approached your cage, making yourself as small as possible, bumping into your guitar as you did; you hadn’t even realised it was there until then. Yet, instead of addressing you, Megatron stopped in front of your cage and turned to face his followers.

“Decepticons, tonight we were victorious!” He held up the fossilised tool that had been the prize piece in the museum only earlier that night.

The so-called Decepticons in the room cheered exuberantly, and another chorus of Megatron's name began. This time, with Megatron’s gaze sweeping his army, even Starscream chanted his name, putting in more apparent effort than those around him; it would do him no good to be caught plotting against his leader in front of everyone. Seeing him cheer so vigorously, you deflated further and became even more fearful for your life.

“As a reward,” Megatron said loftily once the cheering had died down, “I had Laserbeak bring you a gift.”

Megatron turned pointedly to you, tapping your cage just enough to make it wobble.

“Enjoy your new pet, I assure you it’s quite the songbird. Provided it gives up plenty of entertainment, it will be allowed to live. However, should it refuse to sing, it shall be put down,” Megatron grinned pointedly at you.

So, that was why they wanted you. You were just a ploy at entertainment to them.

“YOU HEARD OUR MASTER, SING!” Starscream cajoled you.

You slowly pulled your guitar into your lap, cuddling it for a moment of comfort. This wasn’t real – it couldn’t be; it was all too insane.

Starscream approached the cage menacingly, revealing a large electric prod he had been hiding behind his back. “Didn’t you hear my order, you pathetic little wretch? I said sing.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you thought that you might cry, or faint, neither of which would save your life. Throughout your life, you had sung for many reasons. You had chirped cheerful tunes, sung sad serenades, poured your heart into romantic arias, and belted out soulful symphonies. You had been paid to sing for weddings and funerals, birthdays, and festivals. You had played on the street for all to hear, and in the dead of night when it was just you and the moonlight; you had never had to sing to save your life before.

Suddenly, the weight of the situation came crashing down on you. You hurriedly stood up, relieved when you weren’t knocked down again. Righting your guitar so it rested where it should, you tested that the strings were all in tune.

E A D G B E – Yes, the instrument was fine and ready to play; you were relieved for that, fearing any wasted time.

Despite your shaking hands, you started plucking out a familiar tune. Although you tried to sing the opening lyrics to AJ Michalka’s Escapism your voice came out as a weak croak, much to the hilarity of your captors.

“Do better, filthy organic,” Starscream demanded hysterically, feeding off the laughter of the crowd as he threatened you. He certainly enjoyed the spotlight; the problem was that he kept drawing everyone’s attention back to you.

You started again, and though this time you managed to sing the opening lyrics, your melancholy melody served only to irritate the bots around you. They wanted music to aid their celebrations, not bring them down from their high.

“NOT LIKE THAT EITHER, FILTHY WRETCH,” Starscream screeched at you, slapping the cage.

You whimpered pitifully, having hit your funny bone against the cage bars; you weren’t finding the bone so funny at that moment.

“Starscream, have a spark,” A red bot stepped forward confidently. Although he seemed to be advocating for your safety, there was no real warmth beneath his words, only further ridicule.

“And what would you suggest, Knockout?”

“I’d suggest spicing things up a bit.”

Starscream stepped aside, gesturing for Knockout to have the floor. The red bot leered at you, his crimson optics and sharp fangs only frightening you further. You expected him to jostle your prison, much as the others had, or perhaps to take the electric prod from Starscream and use it on you. Instead, he slipped an electric guitar through the bars, the connected amp wire leading far out of sight; well, if worst came to worst, you could hang yourself, even if that was a defeatist way of thinking.

You scrambled towards the new guitar, choosing to survive at any cost. Alas, the new guitar wasn’t tuned well and your audience wasn’t happy to wait for you to twang the strings until they sounded as they should. That few minutes felt like an eternity as you were slandered, mocked, and generally abused, yet, though they made many threats of violence, you remained unharmed. You had a feeling that was something to do with Megatron, as he sat far away from you on a throne, his helm resting lazily against his arm, a smug smile on his face.

Although you didn’t feel like playing anything that wasn’t as sad and small as you felt, you stood up, trying to act at least semi-confident. Okay, so the bots were celebrating. Fine; you would lift their spirits and rouse their success.

‘It’s just like a paid gig,’ You thought, though the payment was your survival.

You swung your arm down on the guitar dramatically. Immediately, the Decepticons were roused by the movement. They were even further energized as you started singing the 1986 Spectre General hit, Nothing’s Gonna Stand in Our Way.

Your captors acted like a drunk college dorm, screaming in support of the song, especially whenever you got to a chorus or a line that they could relate to.

You continued belting out the tune as something called High-Grade was passed around in vibrant purple cubes; from what you could gather, it seemed to be an alcohol of some kind, and as the crowd grew more intoxicated, they became rowdier, demanding more songs.

You sang The Cherry Bomb’s Hunger City, a rendition of Kool and the Gang’s Celebration, Queen’s We Are the Champions, which you were made to repeat a further four times, and finally ended on a chorus of Don’t Stop Me Now, further cementing the fact that the Decepticons were Queen fans.

Finally, you were allowed to rest, and this time instead of being pushed down, you sank to the cage floor of your own accord.

Slowly, bots started filing out, and Megatron passed your cage, the last to leave.

“Well done, Songbird. You get to live, for now.”

With that, he threw a pet collar into your cage, laughing vilely as he left the room. You held the red collar in your arms, noting that the golden dog tag held your new pet name, Rover. You scrunched the collar up in your hands and wept; why was this happening to you?

Initially, life was as bad as you expected it to be. You were humiliated at every turn by bots who didn’t care about you or your well-being.

The only improvement to your conditions was that you were given a proper room aboard the ship. You were thankful for the toilet, shower, and cooking facilities, but you hated your confinement all the same.

The room could be viewed by any passer-by, with no privacy, and you couldn’t leave of your own accord thanks to the electrified plasma shield which kept you contained very effectively.

There was only a dog bed to sleep in, and as if that wasn’t humiliating enough, you didn’t have any proper plates or bowls, only a few pet bowls to eat out of. Whenever the Decepticons wanted you to sing, they would order you into the bird cage and carry you to their quarters for a private serenade, or to a bar on the ship where everyone could hear you. Nobody ever called you your name, you were Rover, Mutt, wretched flesh-bag, or whatever other terrible nickname came to mind. Every night, you cried yourself to sleep.

You didn’t expect things to change, and yet over time, unusual things started happening. It began with some of the Vehicons. After a rough loss, they would visit you; they didn’t seem to want anything other than to watch you. Feeling awkward, you tried your best to please them with whatever songs came to mind, sometimes on the electric guitar you had been provided, but more often than not on the acoustic. It’s not like they asked you to sing, but you found it better to be on their good side as if pretending that you didn’t mind your confinement might aid your chances of survival.

Soon enough, they began visiting you before missions. They acted almost ritualistically as if you were a good luck charm and visiting you meant that they would have better chances of survival. Those that came back alive started bringing you treats. The items were still degrading, but having balls to throw around your cell was better than having nothing in the way of entertainment; there was only so much time in the day you could spend playing the guitar. However, you hated it when they brought you chocolate or other such snacks; although you had been missing sweets, you detested having them shoved in your face and being forced to swallow.

You didn’t expect much to come of this until one day your visitor was Starscream. He looked like he resented you and yet there he was, giving you a good luck pat on the head much like the others had. That night, when he came back, battered and bruised from a beating off Megatron he grabbed you from your holding cell and carried you roughly to his hab-suite.

He threw you down on a countertop. You didn’t know what he wanted from you; he hadn’t brought an instrument with him, and for a moment, you were certain he was going to kill you, just out of spite.

“WELL?!” He demanded.

“I-” You shuddered, backing away from him the few steps you were able. “I don’t know what you want.”

“What I want!” Starscream spat hatefully.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Starscream shook his head disgustedly and turned away from you; he couldn’t even look at you as he admitted what it was that he needed from you.

“Those idiot Vehicons… They say you make people feel better. So, do it!”

“I…” You faltered, uncertain of how you of all people could make this 15-foot robot happier. You yourself weren’t even a person anymore. You were a pet, and a plaything; a songbird for those who needed to be entertained.

Annoyed, you took off the collar you were forced to wear and threw it at him. It hit with a small ping and though he didn’t really feel it, he turned and glowered at the collar on the floor.

“What is this?” He seethed.

“YOU THINK YOU’VE GOT IT BAD? I’M JUST YOUR STUPID PET. YOU COME COMPLAINING TO ME, EXPECTING ME TO FIX YOUR PROBLEMS. WHY SHOULD I? YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW MY NAME!”

To your surprise, Starscream deflated. It seemed that he couldn’t even get the ship’s mascot to obey him.

“Get out,” He ordered half-heartedly.

You glanced down from the side of the tabletop, but before you could try to jump, Starscream seemed to change his mind.

“Wait,” He commanded.

You froze where you were, tired and scared after your outburst.

“What is your name, human?”

“(Y/N),” You breathed, amazed at the sudden change in Starscream’s demeanour.

Starscream approached you and held out his servo. “Come on, I’ll take you back to your cell.”

Reluctantly, you climbed aboard Starscream’s open palm. You didn’t want to go back to your cell, but you also didn’t wish to push him further in case he decided you weren’t worth the effort of keeping.

Before Starscream could leave his room, you apologised.

“What could you possibly be sorry for?”

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t make you feel better.”

Starscream sighed, “Me too, human. Me too.”

The day after that, you were taken to Knockout for a doctor’s examination. He didn’t seem impressed to be working on a human without torturing it, but he complied with the job anyway and actually treated you courteously.

“Why are you being nice to me?” You asked.

“Because you’ve become a beloved fixture of this ship, and you really can rock a guitar,” Knockout replied suavely.

“I don’t understand.”

“No, I don’t suppose you do. Look, take it as a good thing. You’ve wormed your way into the crew’s sparks. We Cybertronians bond with very few creatures, scrap, we barely even bond with each other – too many losses in war, and all that. But you? Well, it’s become a superstition that when bots spend a bit of time with you, they survive their next battle. It’s all a myth, of course. I’ve charted the statistics myself, but those who do survive don’t tend to count the fallen.”

“So… I’m going to stay here forever?” You asked hollowly.

“Indefinitely. But hey, look on the bright side.”

“What do I possibly have to look forward to?” You asked bitterly.

“The crew has finally started calling you by your name.”

With that, Knockout flicked a brand-new collar at you. It was red leather and on one side of the golden tag was your real name, on the other was the Decepticon logo.

“Oh, and you do have to wear that by the way. It has a new tracking device in it so we can’t lose you.”

“No!” You said defiantly, throwing it to the far end of the berth.

Knockout picked it up and forced it into your hands. “If you don’t, I’ll just insert the tracker under your skin.”

You fully believed him and though you glowered at him, you put the collar on, gasping as an electric current passed through you, delivering a nasty shock until you had finished with the clasp. You whimpered and wiped involuntary tears away.

Knockout put a clawed digit under your chin and forced you to look at him. “I’d keep that pain in mind. You’ll get an even worse shock if you try to remove your collar again.”

You pulled away from him, only making matters worse as you tripped backwards and fell from the table.

“Oof, so feisty,” Knockout laughed as he caught you. “I do so love a pet that fights back.”

To add insult to injury, he kissed the top of your head and reiterated how much of a good pet you were.

The only good part of the day was when a Vehicon entered the room, having won the right to take you back to your cell. When you got there, you saw Starscream ordering several foot soldiers to hurry up and finish their work. You glanced into your cell and saw that it had been properly furnished, with a real human bed, and a private walled-off area which you later learned was now the bathroom so you could have privacy; it also had most of the general amenities of human life.

He caught you staring at him and snapped, “Thank Soundwave for the gifts. He seems to like that noise you make.”

As Starscream left, you thought you saw the faint hint of a blush. While it was likely that Soundwave was responsible for commissioning the new layout of your room, you had a feeling it had more to do with the silver seeker.

Indeed, your life was a horrible string of embarrassing torments and being treated like an animal. Yet, you hoped that if you could keep things up, you might be able to go from pampered pet to freed prisoner. You only hoped that the Decepticons wouldn’t get bored of you before then.

#fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #reader #transformers #maccadam #tfp #transformers prime #starscream #megatron #knockout #vehicons

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torchickentacos · 4 months

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Sad that we don’t see as much Zuki activity on tumblr as we used to but that’s how the whole atla fandom has been lately. I’m glad you ship them tho!

Do you have any spicy Zuki headcanons you’d like to share? 👀 If not that’s fine! Just curious.

Hi anon! God, I haven't been in the ATLA fandom for a long while now, goes to show how dead the zuki fandom is if you're coming to me for it 😭😭😭Rarepair so rare you have to go to an entirely different fandom's blog for your ship. Sad. BUT I APPRECIATE YOU COMING TO ME SO MUCH!!! I am a pokeani blog in spirit but a whateverthefuck/multipurpose blog in practice. I will say though, spicy headcanons are kinda far out of my wheelhouse, and also that fandom's age-up discourse (and everything else discourse) terrifies me so I'm not touching that with a ten foot pole tbh, BUT I can always give other stuff! Ramble under cut.

So, I think I'll just ramble instead of spicy headcanons- one INCREDIBLY FUNNY aspect of Zuki to me is that, in the comics, Suki's kind of giving 'I can fix him', ngl. BUT SHE ACTUALLY CAN, THAT'S THE THING. It's so interesting to me because canon Zuki in the comics is very much founded on that bodyguard/royalty dynamic trust- they have to trust each other with their life if they're going to do the whole bodyguard thing well. And from that trust comes Suki's trust in Zuko as a PERSON. Even when LTIERALLY THE ENTIRE GAANG is like 'ehhh idk he kinda sucks again', Suki's the one who's like 'can you guys chill for .5 seconds and trust him? look at him. he's sad. he needs therapy, not to be killed'.

I think Zuki just WORKS because of that trust. And FROM THAT TRUST, she actually is one of the key reasons they're able to help bring him back from the path he goes down in the comics (which i have not read in forever so pardon innacuracies). So, SHE ACTUALLY CAN FIX HIM. /half joking because obviously it was a ton of his own internal work and growth, but like, from a shitposter's perspective, #icanfixhim.

And that trust goes the other way around the entire way. Not only in Zuko trusting the kyoshi warriors to keep him alive, but Zuko also actually TALKS to Suki and opens up to her in the comics. ZUKO. OPENS UP. TO SOMEONE. AND TALKS TO THEM. AND COMMUNICATES. TO THEM. obviously he trusts her as a bodyguard and a friend IMMENSELY, which provides that super good foundation for something more. He feels safe around her, physically and emotionally, which I think is an incredibly rare honor. (lol, honor. zuko. ykwim. )

I just like bodyguard royalty ships tbh, I'm also a zelink hoe (my main three ships have always been zuki/zelink/contestshipping. not sure what that says about me tbh, other than 'likes m/f but undeniably bisexual ships'), but like, despite being a rarepair, the comics gave us a GOOD DAMN BASIS FOR IT!!!! IT'S ABOUT THE TRUST! THE VULNERABILITY!!!! ramble over, ty for listening to my ted talk.

#zuki #i am nottttt putting this in the main fandom tag dkjfhskdhf. that fandom scared me off ngl #i'm happier sitting here through am*urshipping discourse than kat*ang discourse. sorry.#i picked my poison with pok*ani lmfao. it's shockingly EASIER to avoid ship arguments here tbh #censoring so this only gets in the zuki tag i hope

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aprillikesthings · 1 month

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I think I finally have the energy for more rewatch

We're on the home stretch now folks

*cries*

s5 ep9 An Ill Wind

Me when I started doing this nearly two months ago: oh my god I can't do this for every episode it'll take me MONTHS to watch them all I want is to refresh my memory of the show enough to write my damn fic

Me now, having done this for Yes, Every Fucking Episode: I'm not ready for the show to be over ;_; Also I am devastatingly obsessed with Catra and learned I have a specific kink I didn't know the name of before and I keep practicing eyeliner like every night so I can cosplay Catra :D

ahahahah oh god

also from here on out I am going to not read the synopses

(I didn't do that for most of the episodes anyway tbh)

Glimmer can teleport relatively far distances with multiple people again but Catra is NOT a fan

also they're toUCHING

Adora, looking into the woods: hey come look at this

Catra: *still suppressing puking from some form of motion sickness caused by teleportation*

oh they find the empty torn up camp

Glimmer: maybe they went to Bright Moon or Mystacor? Catra: dude you know they could all be chipped so maybe we should be careful Glimmer: oh you don't trust princesses? Adora: Catra's right Catra: *grins in satisfaction*

just look at her

the fuckin. lack of subtlety here. as always. *chef's kiss*

("ugh they didn't HAVE to be so obvious don't you think it's Too Much" listen I've literally seen people who've watched Arcane be surprised to find out that people are shipping Vi and Caitlyn. "Really? I didn't think that was romantic." You didn't? Did we watch the same fucking show??? The one where those two have romantic tension so thick you could carve it with a KNIFE? The one where they had an overdramatic breakup scene in the rain even tho they hadn't kissed or anything? The one where they lay on Caitlyn's bed and talked about Vi's past while making significant eye contact and holding hands and Caitlyn pet Vi's face? That scene where they hug on the bridge and Vi does that like, face pet thing before walking off and they're clearly both in AGONY at being separated?! Are you really that fucking oblivious??? Jesus H Christ. Yes She-Ra made it SUPER OBVIOUS because some people are BAD AT PICKING UP THIS SHIT also She-Ra is aimed at kids and they haven't learned subtlety. Arcane was aimed at adults.)

no really I've seen people express surprise that people think they're going to be a couple. when that ^ was after they'd known each other like two hours

(seriously tho, if you can handle violence (there's a LOT ngl, it is not a show for kids) then you should watch Arcane, the people who make it have made it pretty clear that it's gonna be canon, and the next season is out in November; but also leaving shipping aside it's just REALLY, REALLY GOOD)

ANYWAY back to other animated lesbians

lol Glimmer teleports them all again without warning and Catra really does look like she's gonna hurl

And Erelandia ain't looking so good, oops

(but also yes Adora helped Catra up again)

intro is the same as the last episode

AHAHAH a dozen planets are rebelling against Horde Prime he's so pissed. And they apparently all mention She-Ra

yeah I am again surprised at how much of the actual plot I forgot lol (but I remembered that Glimmer liked to sneak into the kitchen to eat cake with her hands. Y'know. Important things.)

given his tiny facial reactions I think that's Hordak-Hordak. Our Hordak. Not the Wrong Hordak. I think.

once again I ask myself: where did y'all get those outfits

Entrapta teaches Wrong Hordak how to wink and it's so cute. I also love that she explains what it means--because I'm sure she had to consciously learn it, too: "It signals unspoken intent behind my words. In this case, our mutual deception of the Horde. Now you try."

awww

but yeah everyone in town is terrified and won't talk to them, and especially doesn't want to talk about any princesses

"should I buy property here?"

"...go team."

C'MON THAT WAS FUNNY, GUYS

Also, note to self, Melog definitely understands human speech--they split up, Catra is told to stick with Entrapta and Melog (and Catra frowns at this, just barely) and Adora tells Melog to keep them safe and it does a little noise of affirmation. (wait is Melog a he or a she or a they?)(fan wiki says it's an it but dang I feel weird using "it")

Okay so the scene where Glimmer, Adora, and Bow hide in a shop and then end up arguing with the shopkeeper is like, fascinating on multiple levels

Because on the one hand: I can't blame the townspeople for just keeping their head down and trying to get out alive. On the other hand, reporting them to the Horde isn't cool; they could just pretend not to be suspicious of these guys; there are in fact lots of places on the spectrum between "actively collaborating with one's oppressors" and "mounting a full-scale armed rebellion."

But on the other other hand I also think it's interesting that Adora's the only one of the three who's like "nah dude just let these people live their lives omg," something about Adora having lived in an oppressive environment for her whole childhood maybe

poor Adora someone get her an ibuprofen

Anyway Spinerella found them ack

Also Melog steals an apple for Catra, just magically takes it from someone's basket and into Catra's hand, which implies they're communicating non-verbally more than just moods, though I suppose "hungry, that apple looks good" is a mood

speaking of things that would make ANYone motion sick--

(Adora is saying it) Catra's right there, dude. You spent the last four seasons fighting her. lol.

Oh I paused it too soon lol Catra says this line:

LOLOL

Back on Horde Prime's ship, Hordak keeps looking at the chip thing Entrapta gave him and gets caught by Prime, whoopsie

oh hey, lore: Horde Prime can't access ALL the memories in his previous bodies without going into them, and he keeps his old bodies around in that green goo, that's fucking weird and gross, anyway he plugs a connection into his old body

Horde Prime: "The First Ones sought a new source of power of ancient worlds. Why? Why bend themselves to the whims of magic and myth?"

Poor Hordak has flashbacks to Entrapta and the Fright Zone. Mostly Entrapta. Including a moment of her looking at him fondly--I think it's the moment when she says "Imperfection is beautiful."

Horde Prime: "The fools took their secrets with them when they died. But I will find another way."

(I've seen a fan discussion suggest that there aren't actually any First Ones left--that when Light Hope made it so Adora came through the portal, the portal itself went back in time. I like that explanation in part because it means in my fic I don't have to figure out why Adora doesn't go looking for her birth family. Which tbh most fic-writers don't worry about anyway lol.)

Back with the rebellion, poor Catra is once again trying not to lose her lunch because they've all teleported.

And Netossa is like WTF IS THAT BITCH DOING HERE

Melog doesn't like that

Adora: "It's a long story, but she's with us now" Netossa: "...really??" (Catra in the background: hisses)

BAHAHA and then Netossa spots Wrong Hordak and they have to explain, no that one's with us, too 😬

But yeah p much the entire rebellion has been chipped except like Netossa and Perfuma

Adora and Bow have a guilt trip about having been gone for so long (...to rescue the queen! and also Catra)

and Catra's remembering what it's like to be chipped :(

Glimmer gives them all a ra-ra little speech

Adora just makes the sword appear in her hand without transforming lol that's cool

but they're doing the "I'm in" "yeah me too!" thing and

like, on dates?

(lol)

yayyy

Anyway the team heads back to Erelandia and starts kicking some ass

there's a great moment when Catra's like "you go deal with Spinnerella we'll take care of the bots" and Adora says "be careful" and Catra grins and says "always am!" like ma'am that is a LIE

Spinnerella is torturing some poor villager, and Netossa is worried her wife isn't still "in there"

Adora would know. From literal, personal experience. ;_;

She transforms into She-Ra and Netossa literally does a whistle of appreciation and says, "New look?" and She-Ra grins back. And somehow that is, like. Super queer. Like literally just one lesbian to another, in a flirty-but-not kinda way. Like I have *had* those interactions, where the underlying meaning is "I know we're each in a relationship, so I'm not actually hitting on you; but as one queer woman to another I want you to know that I see what you're putting out there and I like it." It's one of the best things??????

Netossa gives a little speech to Spinnerella about how she loves her and Spinnerella actually comes back for a few seconds ;_; but then she's gone again, but She-Ra and Netossa convince her to disappear for a while at least? And the locals rejoice.

And Catra would know. ;_; (She rubs the back of her neck after saying this.)

Anyway word gets back to Horde Prime that She-Ra is back on Etheria :D and he's so fucking pissed he's going to go there

...and Hordak spends a long moment looking at that chip from Entrapta again

They go to where the rebellion is actually hiding out, Glimmer and Catra recognize it

and I'M BLANKING ON WHY THEY'RE REACTING THIS WAY HELP seriously I have spent like ten minutes trying to figure it out, I don't think they talked about it while on Horde Prime's ship? Fuck!! IF YOU KNOW PLZ TELL ME

Any Perfuma ties them up and makes sure they're not chipped and then it's Happy Reunion Time with everyone :D

Adora to Catra: it's time for you to meet everyone Catra: are you sure??

I got that one without trying I didn't know it was coming lololol I was trying to get a shot of Catra looking hopeful

poor thing

Adora: long story but she's with us now!!!

Adora (well, as She-Ra) gives them all a little pep talk

ANNND EPISODE OVER

and I don't have time to do another one tonight and I won't have time tomorrow until like after 6:30pm aaaaaaugh

ON THE UPSIDE I only work two days this upcoming week.

Because it's Holy Week. I'm going to be in church like every day starting Wednesday and twice a couple of days ahahaha including an hour in the middle of the night on Thursday.

It is DEEPLY HILARIOUS to me that I'm going to end up watching the last episodes of She-Ra mere days before Easter. Like I literally have four left. Assuming I watch one tomorrow, I could end up watching the next one Tuesday night and watching the last two BEFORE GOING TO CHURCH ON WEDNESDAY how tf am I gonna focus for SHIT lolol

#april rewatches spop #an ill wind

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chubs-deuce · 3 months

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Apparently there's another Alastor theory going around! It's Roo who is in control of him, she's the Root of all Evil or something? I too, have this deer man spinning in my head microwaving so I am eating up all these theories

I do not know much of this Roo character, but with all the eyes always watching him in the background it would somewhat make sense!

ohhHHHHH

I'm ngl I had no idea this character was even a thing and had to look it up in the wiki and hOLY SHIT.

That would... honestly explain a lot.

I still do think that Lilith being gone for the exact same timeframe as Alastor is a bit too specific to be complete coincidence, but maybe it doesn't have anything to do with Alastor's deal after all? I've been struggling to try and pinpoint a motive or purpose for such a deal, so maybe neither Lilith nor Eve are actually the answer here, or only a part of it?

I'm still in the process of rewatching the season and collecting notes on the side to hopefully try and make sense of later on, but knowing this character may come into play in the future definitely adjusted my perspective on things...

Like... Alastor seems to absolutely despise the idea of being seen as altruistic and selfless - maybe his overarching goal and/or his end of the deal is to spread as much evil and carnage as possible or sth like that? Idk man.

He also keeps everyone around him at a very deliberate distance (unless he's got an agenda and uses the friendship angle and physical contact to manipulate), then he seems almost genuinely sentimental during his talk with Niffty? But imo it sounds like he's expressing wishful thinking more than anything.

I think he's deliberately trying not to get attached to the hotel and its inhabitants because he already knows it's not going to stay that way, since the plan seems to have always been that the hotel and, in extension, Charlie, are mere stepping stones to whatever unseen goal he has. For now we are meant to assume that it's an elaborate plan to free himself from whatever contract it is that's plaguing him, but I think there's a lot more to it than that.

What I'm currently trying to figure out is what his plans are for after that...?

Like... what is he going to do with the newly regained freedom? What was the deal keeping him from doing?

Maybe it'll have near apocalyptic consequences and he was restricted for a damn good reason :'DD either way I'm fucking terrified.

#this man is a fucking mistery wrapped in a hundred masks and even more convoluted mysteries-#I've had the suspicion for a while now that his main “sins” might be pride and gluttony tbh- the way he's all but hoarding power...#Maybe this deal came to be because his hunger for more power caused him to fly too close to the sun and now he can't pay up his end of it #ah well I'm forcibly stopping myself here bc I'd like to make a more Coherent Theory Post about it with evidence and structure later lol #don't hold me to that tho my energy and focus sadly have been all over the place lately #chubs answers #hazbin hotel spoilers

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phantom-of-the-501st · 1 year

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Episode 12 Thoughts

Spoilers for TBB Season 2

AAAAAAAAHHHHHH

Omg this episode was good but it hurt so much! 😭 We got Crosshair back but at what cost? 🥲

I'm gonna write this as I rewatch the episode so let's go!

The opening is so bleak, especially with the soundtrack and the sepia hue that everything in the opening shot has.

Seeing clones being forced out of their role hurts. 😭

Love how we all thought that it was going to be a clone Lieutenant.

It wasn't. It was a fucking arsehole instead. 😡

Ugh, I missed Crosshair so much. 😭

"I don't like used equipment"

BITCH THE FUCKING AUDACITY! 🤬

Mayday's beard is ✨️ fabulous ✨️

Also a clone named Mayday? That's just asking for him to get into trouble. 😭

Why do I recognise the name Veetch??? Have we heard it before or am I just making stuff up now???

I knew something was going to happen to Mayday but let's be real, we all fell in love with him in under half a second. 🥲

I can see why DBB loved him!

The slight hesitation before he said "Crosshair". 🥲 Cody was the last person to use his name. It probably still throws him off when people actually want to use it.

The clone helmets arranged on the boxes. 😭

The clone designs with the wraps!!! 🤩 It's kind of giving Egyptian Mummy Chic but I'm not mad about it. It looks awesome!

Ice vultures. Just what this planet needed.

I was right about the tower shot being this episode!

THE PANIC I FELT WHEN CROSS HURT HIS EYES

Ngl, it's not often you see blood in SW animation. But it was used really well in this episode! Enhances the creepy vibe.

R.I.P Hexx and Veetch. 😔

THE RAGE I FEEL EVERY TIME LIEUTENANT FUCKFACE TURNS UP

Crosshair I don't need you stepping on pressure mines!!! 😭

I actually love this moment so much. Low on action, high on tension, good dialogue.

Crosshair talking about CF 99 😭😭😭

The raiders sound almost Tusken. 🤔 Wonder if they're Tuskens that left Tatooine and evolved to a lifestyle on this planet or whether they evolved completely separately.

Crosshair, mate. I understand the explosion plan but I don't need you setting off an avalanche.

The way they slide down the hill! 🤣

Ugh everything in this episode just makes me sad.

"We're good soldiers. We followed orders. And for what? " 🥲

CROSSHAIR WHAT WAS I SAYING ABOUT AVALANCHES

Crosshair looking genuinely terrified always hurts

If anyone comes out with the "Crosshair likes working for the Empire" bullshit- 🤬

The way he puts Mayday's helmet on to make sure his head is protected 😭

Jeez, they weren't kidding about "heartbreaking". This is painful to watch.

This entire episode is proof that while Cross may be an arsehole, he isn't completely heartless or evil like some people want to believe.

THE WAY THEY'RE HUDDLED UP AND SHAKING YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME 😭

He gave his rifle to Mayday as a crutch

THE PAIN IN HIS VOICE WHEN HE SAYS "HELP HIM" AHHHHH I FEEL SICK WHY DOES THIS SHOW HAVE TO HURT SO MUCH??? 😭😭😭

MAYDAY NOOOOO 😭

Crosshair is so fucking angry

GOOD! GET ANGRY! LEAVE THE EMPIRE!

The bird circling and Crosshair looking over at Mayday, panicked. He knew that they were just going to leave him to be scavenged. 😥

GOODBYE LIEUTENANT FUCKFACE!

CROSSHAIR YOU POOR THING! 😢

He's so broken and defeated. Help.

The next bullet point is an accurate recreation of how I reacted the first time to the ending. 👇

WHAT? NO NO NO NO NO NO YOU CAN'T END IT THERE! YOU CAN'T END IT THERE!!! Oh, it's not the end... wait what... oh no I've changed my mind I'VE CHANGED MY MIND GO BACK GO BACK THIS IS WORSE THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE

Parallel to when we see him wake up in Ep 3 ☹️

FUCK NO

DON'T MAKE HIM ANOTHER CLONE X!!!

LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU BASTARDS!!!

Someone come and save him 😭

I feel sick. Everything hurts. 😥

So errr.... hahaha... ha... ouch...

This episode was so good but omg it was so painful! People weren't kidding when they said "bleak" and "heartbreaking". ☹️

I can see why DBB loved Mayday so much. He was great! I knew it wouldn't end well for him but it's impossible not to love him. But the fact that Crosshair collapsed before he could bury him means that he was probably still left to the vultures. 😭 It's poignant really. The clones don't get a heroic end. After everything they did, the Empire are just gonna cast them out and leave them to rot...

And Crosshair! 😭 That man was in so much turmoil this episode. Him opening up to Mayday just the tiniest fraction by telling him his name and squadron. The quiet fear when he stepped on the pressure mine. The panic when he was covered by the avalanche. The panic when he dug himself out. The fear when he found Mayday. The anguish as he carried Mayday all the way back. The heartbreaking pain when they were huddled up and shivering. The desperation when he asked for them to get a medic. The anguish of "help him". The panic when he knows that they're going to leave Mayday for the vultures. The pure, visceral, seething rage when he kills Nolan. The pain when he collapses. The fear and delirium when he wakes up in the lab. It's all too much.

And what breaks my heart even more is the close up of his face after he collapses. He looks asleep, calm. The only time in this entire episode when he actually looks peaceful is when he's passed out from exhaustion!

This man is going through it so badly and it's so painful to watch. I'm scared to see what's going to happen to him but if the later episodes are of the same quality as this one then the end of this season is going to be incredible.

Tagging @snarkyfina @saturn-sends-hugs and @phis-writing because they normally want to see people's thoughts on this!

And also tagging @eriexplosion if they want to add anything. But I know that they are also suffering after this episode. 🥲

Edit: Just went back and fixed a few typos I didn't realise I'd made. Probably still missed some but this episode stressed me out too much to care. 🤣

#SO MUCH PAIN #SOOOOO MUCH PAIN #it hurts #MAYDAY NOOOO 😭#i'm gonna disappear and watch mando before i get spoiled #(and to cheer me up)#but i'll be back to see what everyone else thinks afterwards!#i assume there'll be a lot of crying #star wars #the bad batch #the bad batch season 2 spoilers #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #crosshair #ct 9904

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Its time for the weekly horrors- I mean Trimax vol 3 >:3

The Thoughts:

chap 1:

-AH EVERYTHING IS FALLING

-bro you are about to get into a fight can you stop thinking about your bf for 5 minutes

-fr tho, vash's words making him hesitate/angry is so dcfgjhbkml

-why everyone wants my babygirl dead :c

-now now, comparing someone with their brother isnt a nice thing to do

-oh so now we're not even making an allegory, he actually called him jeesus

-also "your soul is forced to endure the sorrow by the hundreds, suffering by the thousands, and the rage by the hundreds of thousands" im gonna throw up cuz of how that GOOD and PAINFUL that shit is

-the polar opposite of being a human huh...i mean besides something i said weeks ago about how he's further away from humanity more than he would like that point is interesting cuz most of the time we call him someone who is more human than any other person. he carries more pain than any human could endure and definitely has more patience than anyone will ever have but...hm...i want to come back to this

-ww pls dont make me cry today pls honey

-oh im gonna cry

-"your ideals will join you in the grave" i fucking hate thats the reason why we all try to be better people, thanks to that fucking wet cat of a man i cannot deal actually

-MILLIE :D

chap 2:

-i dont have much to say about battles but let it be on the record that I'm enjoying ww's eyes sm

-oh page 38 is cool as hell

-OH SHIT IS THAT HIS FUCKING SPINE????

chap 3:

-ww stop having pretty eyes youre distracting

-meanwhile :3

-ah geesus the body horror (so good but creepy)

-EYES :D

-so many fucking details. nightow got down even the smallest scribbles, as 98 vash would say

-oh right that....thats still upsetting

-i fucking swear people need to leave my son alone

-also fucking hate that he had to SHOOT A BABY even if it was fake

-I FUCKING HATE THIS ACTUALLY

-i can feel his fucking mind breaking i cant do this

chap 4:

-"i cant do this" yet here i am lmao

-i think if vash held me like hes holding that girl a lot of my problems would be resolved ngl

-characters reciting names always get to me :c

-also HA EAT THE PTSD ASSHOLE

-"why are there so many" brad you may want to sit down for this one

-..................i deadass thought "oh the doctor is here" IVE READ THIS BEFORE AND I FELL FOR IT AGAIN

-vash with his hair down :3

-nah hes not gonna kill you BUT HE FUCKING SHOULD

-oh i will kill so many people (vash is bleeding)

-hm. this reminds me of something in houseki no kuni (i wont spoil but maybe ichikawa had trigun as inspo which would be cool af)

chap 5:

-oh im yeeting myself (ww thinks about the children) -ww gives in his anger and fear when punching those weirdass faces but I'm gonna say this once: that doesn't make him weaker or worst. i haven't seen anyone think that of ww, i just feel that when he compares himself to vash he feels that way and i cant stand it :)

-vash i fucking swear-

-oh god the fingers...the fucking fingers...

-oh you are NOT talking to my vash about pain and agony

-OH WAIT I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD THAT PANEL OH GOD NO I HATE REREADS WTF

-XD my girls

no wait i need to get back to that. i thought that was emilio's dad not fucking vash himself oh my god I'm sick so sick actually wtfffffffffffff

chap 6:

-is this the chapter with the gays eyes cuz I'm not ready for that-

-oh fuck you nightow. fuck you for putting knives in the title page and the title being "families"

-i want to punch so many things but I'm at work. fuck

-also i forgot about this stampede parallel GOD WHEN DOES MY SUFFERING END

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE GAY EYESSSSSSS

-yeah i agree this is literally the moment. like fuck. fuck actually. fuck what else is there to say.

-fuck

-like hes so fucking terrified that he was afraid for him, what his journey is causing ww, but even if he wanted ww to stay away and safe he knows ww would say fuck off, but also vash would not be able to take it

-THERES SO MUCH FEAR AND LOVE IN THOSE EYES IM GONNA BITE MY HAND

-OH I CANT ACTUALLY WHY DOES THIS HURT SO MUCH WTF

-im so fucking upset cuz the last 3 chapters were basically fights. they were full of energy and shit but now that is over and they are in a rare moment of peace, and everything fucking hits.

-im gonna go outside and step into oncoming traffic

-YES LUIDA MY QUEEN SHUT HIM UP

-WOLFWOOD :D pls never leave me

-i....*implodes*

-i am nothing. i just remembered that.

-OH CMONNNNNN

chap 7

-maybe i dont want to read trimax anymore. maybe a little person like me isn't strong enough for a 2nd round of the pain. with that in mind, lets keep reading :D

-WHERES THE NIGHTOW PUNCHING BAG WHEN YOU NEED IT

-wolfwood what he is it doesnt matter i swear pls cant you just love him?

-:c

-i dont like vash being emotionally attached to stuff cuz that means i have to yell HES LIKE ME FR FR

-oh that....that beautiful panel...amazing

-i think my mind blocked this out because of the previous sad things that happened, so now my brain is allowing me to process more sad things :3

-"i still have so much i must do" and i see i still have many tears to cry out huh?

-ofc wolfwood would ask about redemption

-cant my man show an important part of his past and show vulnerability in front of his friends in peace? damn

-im gonna start bitting my glasses

-GAY MOMENT PART 2 INCOMING

-luida pls i want to stop crying

-oh wolfwood honey....you just fell so hard for my man didnt ya

-i just realized the chapter is called "life as a" and I THINK the idea is to complete it with "life as a 'vash the stampede'" cuz he's not human

OK GREAT NOW I CAN RUN TO THE WASHROOM AND FUCKING CRY :D

#trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #trigunbookclub #nightow sir #i will meet you and i will end you #and then buy you coffee

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