A Whumpee who is so overworked, physically and mentally, that everything hurts. It hurts to walk, it hurts to move, it hurts to think. They are so damn tired they feel like they could drop. They’re working physically over fourteen hours a day, spending at least another five dealing with logistics like paperwork and conferences. It feels they are going to die if they have to take another goddamn step.

And then give them so much shit they have to do, completely unavoidable they genuinely can’t not do it, so the few moments of rest they actually have are completely consumed with thinking about how they only have twenty more minutes before they need to get back to work, they can’t sleep now because that’ll only make things so much worse when they have to wake up in fifteen minutes, they really should be laying down with their last ten minutes of break but hell they should also put together something to eat, and crap there’s not even five minutes left why bother to lie down they just have to get up.

Bonus points if it’s some kind of hero Whumpee and they know that they have to do this all day every day and their only reprieve will be their scheduled weekend off in a month and a half.

I can’t even imagine living without anxiety. Like. How. What?

how do you think a fight would take place with lads boys? like how it progresses and then silent treatment and the yearning to make up and actually making up

Fights

Warnings: Angsty with a blip of spice in Rafayel’s part. Happy endings because I don’t want to be sad anymore 🥲

Fights with Zayne are almost always about your health. How you’re not sleeping enough or eating right, despite the advice he gives you. He may be your boyfriend but he’s also your doctor. He just wants the best for you.

The silent treatment starts on his end, giving you one worded answers and generally ignoring you. If you didn’t care about your health, why should he? Except, it would progress worse and worse because you’re both stubborn-headed, to the point he decided to go home instead of staying over at your place like usual. It was then you conceded defeat.

Yes, he was worried about your health and safety, as both a doctor and a boyfriend. But he didn’t have to be so right…

In the end, you guys come to a compromise. You’ll get a normal amount of sleep, and he’ll lay off scolding you. Fights with Zayne aren’t without valid reasons. But, you guys always end up talking it out in the end.

Oh boy. Fights with Rafayel? Explosive. They’re mostly because of his flirty nature and the fact he can’t seem to take anything seriously. As a Hunter protecting Linkon City, you have to be steadfast and vigilant. Rafayel takes things by the moment with little thought or control, like a dumpster on fire. It gets worse when he brushes you off.

I think the fight wouldn’t officially start until you get back at him for being overly flirty with a patron. You decided to flirt with an art critic in front of him, fueling the fire for a later fight. The night continues with petty passes and glares across the room. When you get home, all hell breaks loose.

Screaming match, barely coherent, words that couldn’t be taken back. It’s a wonder you guys are still together. When you tear up and finally had enough, you grab your coat to leave when he grabs you by your shirt and yanks you in for a smoldering kiss.

Makeup sex ensues. Clothes are practically burned off as you vent out your frustrations through each others bodies. In the morning your both groggy, but have a clearer head than last night, able to talk things through more effectively. He loves you and you love him— your love can be too fiery for your own good. But that doesn’t mean you don’t try to work through it.

Fighting with Xavier can be hard because he genuinely doesn’t understand why you’re so mad at him. Yes, he disappeared for a week without telling you, but he was hunting Wanderers. Isn’t that such a noble cause that it negates the fact you were mad at him in the first place? Turns out no, because you want to be communicated with and not scared half to death when you don’t hear from him for a week.

It’s hard to stay mad at him, but you have to stay strong. If this relationship was going to work, he needed to communicate with you. You laid down your boundaries now it was his turn to understand and accept. But until then, silent treatment.

Xavier would end up at your door looking like a kicked puppy. It had been four days into the silent treatment— how did he like that? Not being communicated with, pacing back and forth wondering if your partner was safe? It wasn’t fun, huh? He would apologize, admitting he was wrong for disappearing while desperately waiting for a long needed hug from his significant other. You give it to him, happy he understood your feelings.

Perhaps you could have handled things better, but you’re learning. Xavier’s learning too! You just have to explain it to him in a way he’ll understand.

Hi! First of all I love your writing like they’re the best!

I wanna request like where the female reader starts noticing she gets stretch marks on her legs and 2007-2008 era Tom comforts the reader and it’s like fluff and then can u please turn it into smut I really wanna read a story like that I’ve never read one like this!

(Only if ur comfortable love you ❤️💗)

You're still beautiful my dear

tags/ warnings: body dysmorphia, tom comforting you, smut, tom showing and telling you how absolutely stunning you are, p in v, fingering, head , cursing, usual smut features, mentions of starving yourself

a/n: i hope this does you justice! and for anyone who has been struggling with this, or is struggling with this, I guarantee you that you are stunning, or handsome, and that you couldn't be any better. You are YOU, and that is perfect enough. I did background research on this, and I promise you that you are loved, that someone, or multiple, care about you and your well-being. you are not alone.

MDNI ⚠️

Your POV:

Standing in front of my mirror, I was getting more and more uncomfortable with these marks cursing my legs. They hadn't been there before, but I noticed them a week ago, and began to hate myself for them a little more each time I looked at them, the ugly scars on my legs. I hadn't told tom yet, too scared. I just hid them, and tried to act the best I could in front of him and the band, not wanting to worry them on top of their rehearsals, tours, concerts, recordings, and countless nights of little to no sleep. I had been seeing myself differently ever since, and I didn't like that at all. My body looked horrid, and I tried to hide myself from the paparazzi's flash cameras every left and right.

They always commented on my body, telling me how I wasn't good enough for tom, and finding these made me feel even worse. I nearly broke down into tears every night, trying to tell myself that I was me, that I was good enough, that those shitty photographers didn't mean shit, they were nobodies, but each time, the thoughts spinning through my mind in what seemed like a whirlwind of fucking negative ass train of thoughts kept coming back. The tears began to cloud my already hazy vision, streaming down my cheeks in a very short amount of time, my sobs echoing throughout the room so loud, I was scared tom would hear.

I didn't want him to hear, I wasn't worth the trouble. I caused enough fucking problems for him, so I just made my way to our bed, surrounding myself in the covers, continuing to cry, trying to be more quiet now. These goddamn stretch marks were going to kill me, whether that be mentally or physically. They shouldn't matter this much to me, but I let them matter that much. I let myself get this fucking way, hell I made myself this way, I thought, over and over and over again, so much it fueled my tears, letting out horrid sobs each time.

I knew tom would hear, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. I couldn't stop, and that scared me. It scared me so bad I couldn't move or breath. Before I knew it, tom was rushing in, hearing my cries, practically tripping as he ran over to the bed, getting in and holding me in his arms as I sobbed more, whispering small little things, trying to help me, but it wasn't working. His arms were rocking me back and forth, trying his very best to help me. My tears couldn't stop, I didn't let them. I was weak, weak as hell, not being able to stop, my head told me so many times, as I soaked his shirt with my heavy tears.

"Baby what's wrong?" He asked finally, pulling me back so he could see my face. I probably looked like shit, my face most likely puffy, reddened, and just overall terrible. I couldn't bring myself to answer. "Love, I can't help you if you don't tell me" He said, concerned for me. I looked up into his eyes, seeing pure fear and sadness in them while he gazed at me, my heart almost breaking once again. "I look awful" I sobbed, and his eyes widened, holding me even tighter. "Who the fuck told you that?" He demanded, now angered by my statement. "Everyone" I choked, trying to hold my tears back, even as my face was soaked just like his shirt, and I blamed myself.

"What?" His voice cracked, his anger quickly fading. "nonono aw schatzi, please, you're the most beautiful fucking girl i've ever laid my eyes on, you mean the world to me." He attempted to reassure me, but it failed. "The paparazzi, the tabloids, the fans, everyone, including me" I cried. "and my legs, arms, waist, torso, and chest all look like fucking pieces of ass" I said trembling in his arms. "You don't really think that of yourself, do you?" He said shakingly, trying to look into my eyes, to tell himself I was joking, and I wish I could. 'shameful, you should eat less, look at your stomach, so fat, so unhealthy' my head was making me so angry, that I was ready to start screaming, screaming so loud I may break glass.

"I have stretch marks, I look so ugly" I sobbed again, pointing to my legs, once perfect, but now hideous. He glanced down, trying to make them out. "I don't see any?" He asked curiously, eyes squinting and looking all over to find them. "They're all over the top of my legs" I pointed again, closer this time, trying my best to get him to acknowledge them. I don't know why I was so desperate to get him to see the shitty stains covering my legs, but I guess it was because I wanted him to see my pain, my agony. "Love, I don't know what the fuck those photographers and news reporters say about you, but I do know that I love you, and I love the way your body looks"

I sniffled, looking at him finally. "Really?" I gasped out, my tears slowing down. He nodded "yes love, you are the most fucking beautiful woman i've ever seen, your curves, your face, your eyes, your legs, your arms, your chest, all crafted by god himself. I couldn't find a woman better for me even if I tried" He told me, wiping the tears from my cheeks. I still wasn't quite convinced, some tears slipping and running down my face. He sighed, laying me down on the bed so my back was against the mattress, and my eyes widened. "Not tonight, please" I whined, but he shut me down. "Let me show you how absolutely stunning you are my dear, how perfect your body looks" He whispered, his lips beginning to work at my neck, and I moaned. "You're so beautiful schatzi, everything about you is, your marks just show how you've grown my dear" He stated, tearing my top off, revealing my lacy bra, barely covering my breasts. "These" he squeezed them gently, "are so pretty, they are always ready for me" he unclasped my bra, lips leaving my neck. His tongue lapped at them, sucking on the bud harshly.

His tongue swirled, his other hand kneading the other, small, delicate moans leaving my mouth as he continued to pleasure me. "So hot my love, all for me, only me." he murmured against my skin. "how could you not think you're gorgeous?" he questioned, eyes half open, kissing my nipples gently. My hands were clutching the sheets, holding onto them for dear life as his tongue worked wonders, soothing me. "so, so pretty" he groaned, kissing down my chest, teeth scraping across my underwear, teasing me. His thumbs hooked on the sides, slowly dragging it down, revealing my wet, hot slit to him. "this, this is the most beautiful pussy i've ever seen, and you deny that you are again, stunning? You take all that I give you, like the strong woman you are. I don't know any other woman i've fucked in the past couple of years who could do what you do, let alone do it better" He whispered, tongue drilling into my hole, making me cry out, my hands clinging to his hair, pulling on the braids, and he groaned yet again. "ngh..see, only you can make me feel that good, you and your beautiful body" he stated again while my eyes were rolling to the back of my head, his fingers began to form small circles on my clit near his tongue, and I gasped, my hips bucking up near his mouth while he pleasured me further, my moans growing louder, and my gasps getting shorter.

"That's it beautiful, such a pretty girl" he gazed up at me, seeing my fucked out face, how my features were contorted in pleasure. "Doing s'good for me my love, taking my tongue so well" he praised, while my body was convulsing under his touch. "Ah!" I cried out, my orgasm washing over me, my thighs shaking when I came, tom licking up all my juices, praising me over and over as he lapped up everything, and lifted his head. I grunted, my hips and thighs still shaking. "you looked so pretty love" he tore his pants off, along with his shirt, showing his defined and toned chest. He went straight for my clit, rubbing the tip of his cock against it, creating friction as I groaned. "your little noises are so beautiful love" he grunted, as he thrust himself in, bottoming out within seconds. I gasped, and he signaled that as a 'don't tease' and began to pound in and out of my body, making the bed shake with each thrust. I kept moaning as my small frame was rocked back and forth, my hair disheveled as I took his dick, trying to hold myself together, but that was impossible, as his length felt so, so good sliding in and out, combined with my slick juices, our skin slapping together. Every noise I could ever make escaped my throat, filling the room as our passion continued. "Fuck, you feel so good, who's sweet little pussy is this?" He asked, demandingly, stopping for a quick second so I could answer. "yours" I let out, a moan making its way from my mouth, and he smiled. "Good girl" he had an evil smirk across his sweat-dampened face, and he began to thrust again.

"S-slow down! Please!" I begged, trying to stop him, the assault on my feeble body. He shook his head, pinning me down. "Not until you realize you motherfucking beautiful you are" He growled, drilling deeper into me like a piston, hitting the spot that made my legs go weak each time, causing trembly sobs to escape my lips. He didn't ease up, and the knot in my stomach was beginning to form again. Tom must have felt it too, because he spoke up, his thrusts slowing just by a tiny bit. "You aren't cumming until you say how beautiful you are" He demanded, his length just sitting in me. I moaned in frustration, and finally gave in. "fine, i'm beautiful" I could barely form the words, and I didn't really want to say them to begin with. "Not good enough, I want you to shout it while I make you feel good" He grinned, resuming his thrusts, and I screamed, my eyes reeling in the pleasure. "Say it, now" he growled again, pistoning himself, so rough my body fell weak under him. "Im beautiful!" I screeched as I came, my thighs wrapping around his waist, holding him against me tightly. "Good fucking girl" He panted, his release taking him seconds later, his hips snapping against mine. "You think you're gorgeous now, or do I have to fuck you again?" He asked, kissing me roughly.

I shook my head, my eyelids starting to shut and open back up within short spurts. "Thank you tom" I sighed, leaning into his neck once he collapsed onto me, burying my body into the mattress deeply. "You're welcome baby, never do that to yourself again, please" He pleaded, wrapping his arms around me, never daring to let me go. He pulled out, his cum slipping out, and he leaned over to the bedside stand, grabbing some tissues, and cleaning me off, murmuring small whispers of praise, sweet words leaving his mouth. He got up and threw the dirty tissues away, settling into the bed, taking me into his embrace. "You okay? You're still a little shaky liebe" He asked, obviously concerned. I nodded, and gave him a small kiss on his lips before falling asleep, content, knowing when these little episodes came, he would be there for me, ready to help in any way possible.

A/n: I know I mentioned this yesterday, but @madzandmore received a very similar request to this, so again, please please PLEASE, stop requesting the same ideas

scars painted with kisses

contains: bf!Heeseung x fem!reader | genre: angst with comfort/fluff (?) | tw! reader has scars though their origin is not specified, please read at your own discretion | wc: 0,6

reblogs are highly appreciated!!!

author’s note: huge thank you to skits! @hotteoki for beta reading it for for me 🫶 loved your comments 🤭

The long-awaited autumn finally came, the first autumn you’re going to spend with your boyfriend, Heeseung. Even though it hasn’t been a long time since you started dating, it was long enough for you to stop wearing long sleeves, now displaying your scars fully, in their whole glory. You thought it could be your first step to appreciate them and the part of your story they contain, but the grief and sadness they hide only make your disgust grow.

The worst part was how much you wanted to talk to him about them. To share this part of your life with him, since he proved himself to be the most loving and gentle man you’d ever encountered, with whom you felt safest and who always showed you he’s there for you. Yet sometimes you wished he could be the one to bring this topic up; you could never seem to know how to start the conversation yourself.

You often wondered what he actually thinks of them. Does he think they’re ugly? Disgusting? Maybe completely different?

Even if he thought they were horrid he’s not the type of guy to say so. Right?

You finished preparing Heeseung’s meal by the time he finally came back from work, soaking wet fremont the heavy rain that enveloped your city.

“Hi baby,” he panted, after making his way to you. He placed a quick peck on your cheek and washed his hands. “Have I ever told you how awesome your cooking is?” he murmured, wrapping his hands around your waist, back-hugging you.

“Actually, plenty of times, though you haven’t tried it yet,” you chuckled, trying to hide the goosebumps his hot breath on your neck caused.

“But I can already tell how tasty it is, just by the smell.” His compliment made a blush creep on your cheek.

“Go get changed, your food is waiting,” you turned around to face him, first thing you noticed was his dreamy smile.

He slowly walked his way to the bathroom and came back in grey sweats and a white T-shirt, ready to eat.

“You’re not gonna eat with me?” he asked when you placed a plate in front of him and sat next to him with a mug of your favourite tea.

“I just ate, sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he spoke and took a first bite. He quickly squeezed his eyes and fists. “Gosh, it’s delicious!”

“Don’t scare me like that, I thought something was wrong with it!”

You breathed a sigh of relief, placing your hand on your chest. You noticed how his eyes followed your hand movement, probably completely subconciously. You quickly hid your arms under the table, placing them on your knees, embarrassed not knowing why.

Silence engulfed both of you, as it waited impatiently who was going to break it.

“Y/n,” he finally called your name. You closed your eyes tight, knowing that the time to have that talk came. “Love, please look at me,” he gently asked and you slowly raised your gaze to his eyes.

They were just as gentle and loving as always. As if nothing had happened.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” He took your palm into his, just like he wanted to express his feelings better.

“You didn’t, Hee,” you quickly said. “It’s just…” You stopped for a moment, while he patiently waited. “They’re so ugly.”

“I don’t think they’re ugly,” he argued.

You looked at him again and noticed his hand, waiting for you to take it. With full strength you placed your arm in front of him, showing your skin painted with scars. Heeseung leaned in, placing soft and warm kisses on your forearm. When he was done showering that one part of your body that suffered the most with all the love he had for you, he firmly held it.

“They’re not ugly, Y/n. They’re not disgusting either. And most definitely they do not take away from who you are.”

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since people agree with me on my last post; Reasons Steve Harrington needs to have a breakdown in season 5 and why the duffers deserve to give Joe Keery the scene(s) he would SERVE: a small but crucial thread

- mr man got drugged and heavily beat up by fucking RUSSIANS and you just expected him to never talk about it again? Or have literally not ONE single person ask if he was okay?? My boy was on the floor unconscious while Robin pleaded for them to do something cause she thought her new friend was dead and you expect the two of them to pretend that wasn’t traumatic asf?? - there was definitely trauma behind his “king Steve” days and why he became king Steve but I won’t get into that right now - everyone knows the codes in his parental trauma, c’mon duffers let’s bring it to light. I need to see Steve just finally break over not having a family to go home to. Like - after star court when he’s watching all his friends hug their family and he’s just standing there with a sad smile?? Yeah no, we should’ve seen him go home alone and break down in his empty and quiet living room. Or even let him talk about it. Someone needs to ask something and he finally just spills what everyone already knew and THEN some. Childhood trauma he’s repressed that one day finally comes to life. His dad was a, and I quote, “grade a asshole” and he was more scared of his FATHER finding out about the whole barb situation than the police and that’s not a red flag to anyone as to who his father is and why he’s scared?? I could go on and on about Steve Harrington’s bad parents and how it’s affected him and the headcanons I have that go along with it - We all already know Stevie boy is fruity as they come, let’s see a scene where he has a bi panic/breakdown. (Not to diminish Robin’s scene in the slightest), but we need a bathroom scene but vice verca roles now. We know the duffers would never outright talk about Steve’s sexuality because they’re cowards and like to make people suffer, but the least they could do is hint at it and give the people what they want and the real ones will understand. He needs to have a bathroom scene and I said what I said (again though, not to forget about Robin’s scene or outshine her scene in anyway). - Let’s talk about how he’s only 19 (was only 17-18 when the whole upside down shit started) and he’s the only one who doesn’t get to show the tole it’s taking on him because he’s the “oldest” of the group? No thanks. He needs to be at his LIMIT. I need to see him BREAK over exhaustion and fear. I need him to break down in front of EVERYONE (well, the people who matter) and I need the others to see the emotional and physical tole this has taken on him that they’ve just completely missed. I need him on the floor SOBBING and blubbering and heaving out how “I have trauma too!” And how “he’s alone!” - Now, let’s talk about how Steve was supposed to die in season one but they liked Joe Keery’s Performance so much they decided to keep his character and play around with it. It just goes to show how great Joe is and why he would put his entire ass into giving us the best and saddest Steve Harrington breakdown of all time because I just know Joe is also asking him, was my character born without tear ducts cause what is this?? First statement being said, I have a strong suspicion he’ll die in the next season and if he does, all I have to say is, that was NOT the breakdown we wanted duffers

So… what was the point of Theo?

They set him up as early as arc 11, but he doesn’t really do anything?

He doesn’t stop Jack. He’s kinda sad about it. His family is composed entirely of Nazis. He’s kinda sad about it. His family is grey boy bubbled. He’s kinda sad about it. He puts a rift between himself and Taylor. He’s kinda sad about it. He named himself Golem. He’s kinda sad (and weirdly mean?) about it (seriously how do you, the child of Nazis, name yourself after a Jewish thing and then talk about how you regret it because the Golem is too mindless??? That’s so messed up what is wrong with you).

Maybe it’s just me but while all of these ideas are mentioned, none of them really feel relevant or like they’re explored. What really nailed this in for me was how Theo comments on Hookwolf. He has a little internal monologue about how he didn’t like Hookwolf cause he was a jerk, but he doesn’t talk to him about it. He doesn’t even yell at him or something. Did Hookwolf ever get his memories back? He could have taunted him with his failure to accomplish his dream or with the fact Hookwolf doesn’t know who he is. But nothing ever comes of it. What was the point of bringing it up?

I feel like the story pays some lip service to all these themes and ideas but never really explores them. Is there some key to it that I was missing? It mentions that he tries to cover his emotions up to put on a front. That could explain why he doesn’t really touch too heavily on topics, but that never comes to a head either. Also, there’s already a character I like more that covers those ideas: Grue.

Here’s my fun little counter pitch though: We just replace him with Sophia.

Jack nominates Sophia instead of Oni Lee before she is shipped out of the bay and instead of being sent to prison she works out the same deal with him about killing him in two years to save herself.

She still puts up this front about not caring about anyone so she acts like she doesn’t care about her family being on the line. She might try to run away at first but she gets caught by the prt who force/convince her somehow to stay and train/fight.

Maybe something happens with the nine that scares her enough to stay and train. Maybe Bonesaw puts a tracker on her and Amy’s not around anymore to remove it. Then, when Taylor becomes weaver, she’s still scared enough to put up with her the same way Taylor is willing to put up with her because of the end of the world.

Emma’s emotional state went differently because she never separated from Sophia in the same way. After Weaver shows up, she sees Sophia and Taylor working together on the news. Maybe she feels more alone then ever. Maybe this is the push that’s needed to finally get her help.

Sophia grows and develops over the time skip. She works hard and she even reconnects with her family.

This is why it hits ten times harder when they get grey boy bubbled and Taylor kills her younger sibling. She thinks of all the time she lost when she was younger and hated/was apathetic to her family. How her family is suffering forever because of her rash decisions when she was younger.

When she fails to take down Jack it’s a major blow in how she failed both in stopping him and getting revenge. When grey boy gets taken down without her she feels more powerless than ever. She breaks down and shows emotion, maybe for the first real time in the whole book (echoing Taylor’s breakdown with the end of the world).

Maybe she even kills Hookwolf, and it doesn’t make her feel better. While it’s still good that the nazi is gone and she’s protected people from him but she realizes that having power over others doesn’t really make her feel better and she finally realizes that she needs to heal and connect with people she cares about. This made all the more tragic by how her family is gone and it’s too late.

Maybe she says something about this to Taylor at the end and it influences how she fights scion. Taylor takes one last lesson from an enemy except this time it’s a gift instead of a scar.

We see Sophia in the epilogue. Maybe Sofia’s power allows her to affect grey boys bubble a little, lessening her family’s pain somehow. Letting her move past barriers between her and others instead of dodging and running from things.

Ok here’s me talking about spamton (my headcanons and shit)

So I do really like the theory where Spamton was thrown into the acid pool. I feel it went down like Spamton didn’t pay rent for a hot minute because of his business completely failing and eventually closing. For this point in time he was just slowly losing grasp of himself. As he kept trying and trying to get that phone call back, ever time there wasn’t a response he would just lose more and more of his sanity. Queen was friends with Spamton so obviously she gave him time. Eventually she got sick of it and lost patience, inevitably throwing him into the acid lake. I think it would be extra sad if it was one of the swatchlings or maybe even Swatch that threw him in so queen won’t get her hands dirty.

Once he went into the lake he tried swimming out but obviously failed. The acid made him really short. He was always pretty short compared to everyone but the Acid really didn’t help. The acid also like melted away his skin, eventually revealing a harder, puppet skin kinda thing if you know what I mean? His mouth sort of got stuck in a nutcracker kinda thing? Like he can’t move his mouth up or down. However he can move like his cheeks and upper lip, allowing him to slightly smile or frown

Like that(it’s shitty cause I’m in the car)

Once he got out of the lake after a while, he crawled out of the castle (it was probably night at the time so he wasn’t caught). He couldn’t walk because he was in a lot of pain. He stayed at a dumpster(obviously) for the night and eventually just decided to stay in them.

Now once he was able to walk and move around again, he started walking around the back streets of Cyber City and just started digging through the trash. Doing this, he found the outfit he wears in game. It was filled with holes so he patched it up with other things he found.

Eventually he snuck back into the mansion somehow, remembering the Neo body. I’m not up to date on the lore for what exactly happened so I don’t have much for this but I have one thing. Spamton found the glasses he wears at Swatches shop or somewhere in the castle. He thought maybe he could try and disguise himself but one he was short and the acid did not help. He did still alter his appearance to look more like swatch to get to the Neo body, which obv failed.

I also really like the idea of him always having that voice thing where he blurts out random advertisements, however it gets worse when he isn’t himself or just not feeling well. When he was with the other Addisons he was very quiet and shy, partly because of this. He used to really hate it and when he became successful he was so scared of messing up on interviews and commercials. The addisons (specifically Pink) would joke about this, which would get under his skin. However (of course I’m putting spamvil in this) Jevil found it kinda cool. He had an interesting way of speaking himself so he found the advertisements kinda cute.

Speaking of Jevil i wanna talk about him too. I picture him and Spamton meeting like this. Spamton takes a drive to just idk get away from stuff and his car breaks down. He does know how to fix it but he doesn’t have the tools on him bc why would he. He’s trying to call someone but the signal sucks because they don’t really use phones there. He’s super frustrated so he just walks away. Jevil just happened to be hanging around doing whatever and he saw Spamton. At first Spamton was like “what the fuck”. He asked if there were any places where he could get his car fixed and Jevil was just like 🤷‍♂️. Spamton was very annoyed and frustrated so Jevil just took him around the kingdom to pass time until the morning. The two became ‘friends’ after this but Spamton def had something for Jevil. When the morning came Spamton was finally able to get a hold of someone and he left the kingdom. However because they’re friends now Jevil and Spamton wrote to eachother to communicate. Once they became closer and Jevil visited Cyber city more and more Jevil got a phone and was able to talk to spamton easier.

Also if you’re curious about what happened between them just check out the Spamvil comic I made🤑.

Now getting to the divorce. All of what I just said happened before Spamton was thrown into the acid. Now because both of them went insane for separate reasons, they probably had a fight caused by that and just decided it would be best to separate. This happened right when Spamton started losing everything after he didn’t get the phone call back.

HOWEVER. they do get back together eventually. I do NOT want spamton or Jevil dying after their boss fights. I made a separate post about this before but after Spamton’s boss fight he lived in the castle with Ralsei and the others. He became really good friends with Ralsei and helped him decorate and paint the rooms. (I’ve said this a million times before but I hc spamton as an artist) Eventually Ralsei found Jevil because he didn’t move in after his boss fight (he was hangin around doing his own thing for a bit). Ralsei didn’t tell Spamton who was moving in so when Spamton had finished his room he was just shocked to see him.

It basically went like this. Spamton was finishing up painting his room and he heard the door open. Ralsei was just showing Jevil his room, unaware the two knew eachother. Both of them were just shocked. Ralsei was confused but Jevil had asked for him to just wait outside for a bit. The two awkwardly talked for a minute. Because they separated at such a strange time and now that they were in better places and not entirely unstable, they missed eachother. They talked it out and set up a time to just work things out.

Eventually they did and then they kissed and all is well🥳🥳

Edit: Here’s some stuff about his time with the Addison bc I forgor :3

While Spamton lived with the Addison he was closest to Blue. He was the nicest to Spamton and helped him as much as he could. Spamton and Pink probably had the worst relationship. Pink was kind of an ass to Spamton just because he knew Spamton was doing anything for his company and was kind of just really bad at his job.

Spamton helped the Addison with things like keeping track of numbers and advertisements. I headcanon that Spamton is really good with math so he can help the Addison’s with numbers stuff. He also draws many advertisements for all of them because he’s an artist.

When Spamton became successful, Pink was the first to ditch him. Then it was yellow. Then orange. But it took a while for Blue. He stuck with him. He was friends with him. But spamton grew greedy and kind of rude. He only ever focused on his business. He never had time for anything else. It was all he ever talked about. Blue cared about him but he couldn’t do it anymore. After a fight, blue ditched him and Spamton officially had no friends. He had Jevil but we all know how that ended up☹️

When Spamton is not entirely insane anymore and after everything happens he meets up with the Addisons again and tries to fix their friendship. Eventually everyone, even Pink, forgives him and they’re all friends now. Spamton still helps them out with advertisements and numbers just like he used to🥳

Okay so that’s basically it!! Really enjoyed writing this and I’ll update is as soon as I come up with something new!!

As i seen many people pointing this out and I’m really for it, as you said it could be nightmares because of Babe being scared - or it’s his thoughts - Way mentions their “date” - Babe didn’t show up and Tony telling him to work harder - he’s scared that he’s gonna be bad mama and he doesn’t want to let his child down, as well as he doesn’t want to let Charlie down… or it’s the baby. I mean baby development can trigger Babe’s anxiety or it’s connected to baby’s power and it can cause nightmares or visions or so. I know they’re now very much involved into their mama/papa agenda but why did Charlie choose this nickname, I can be delusional but it doesn’t seem like coincidence to me. And I’m also very much for mpreg next season. I think that they should see our engagement and get us the plot we want, I think Pavel will not let us down.

Additionally, I wanted to ask you about one thing. I might be delusional but hear me out. At the end of first season - I mean last episodes (after Charlie’s death) I’m sure that death of the person you live is traumatic but Babe fainting and later crying every occasion, he doesn’t seem to be hormonal for you? I mean I was thinking and amount of tears was hormonal?

yes, on the first point I agree with you, it could be babe scared that he won't be a good 'mama' or as u also said letting the child down, and actually just thinking about it. Their baby. Charlie and babe's baby will mostly be a special one, regardless of his second gender. So maybe babe is also very worried about sth happening to his baby like what happened to him. He is worried about his baby that the baby will be hunted by people like tony too and this appears in his nightmares the chasing the feeling of being caged in way's arms (I applaud Pavel for his acting in this scene and his raw fear and worry) 

The baby will most likely be special. So yes, the baby will be powerful, and it can trigger babe's anxiety a lot, I agree with you. Also yes that specific word used did really confuse us all cuz of all times they said it as i recall starting in EP 6 the word "mama" it was either used as fluff word or a kink (lol we all know charlie fantasies about getting babe pregnant) [fluff charlie first attempt at using was for what?? yeah them having a baby. Running around and calling charlie papa and babe mama after this they used it as a kink lmao] 

But this time it was babe waking up from a nightmare and a word like this can be used like a usual pet name? So charlie would causally address babe by it when he was trying to calm him down (the mere presence of charlie in that time did actually calm babe down, but the word was for assurance) and that it makes me wonder, this little word made my head spin with thoughts the moment I heard and I had to replay it a lot cuz were they trying to really imply he is preggo or those two were fooling around together, still lost in between. 

i hope it will be mpreg too im so excited for it i hope Pavel hears us out, mu is all over the social media so I'm pretty sure he read this a lot lol

he wont disappoint, no.

To address your last question, let me begin by discussing the nature of babe's emotions and feelings from my perspective. He is an emotional alpha male, experiencing raw emotions like happiness, sadness, grief, pain, and anger. These emotions were evident right from the beginning. Personally, I believe he is someone who displays intense emotions when triggered. Therefore, it doesn't seem logical to me. The days when he witnessed the love of his life passing away, seeing their lifeless body, and feeling their absence was too much for him. It was a traumatic experience, and it wasn't the only one he had to endure.

Babe went through many unspoken challenges that we were unaware of. So, when he finally found someone who brought him comfort and peace, only to lose him within a few months, it didn't just break him; I believe it left him wounded, with every corner of his house reminding him of Charlie. It's natural for him to cry his eyes out. If you're considering the possibility of his reaction being influenced by pregnancy hormones, physical sickness could also manifest (depending on the person). However, I don't think his appearance in episode 11, looking pale, supports the pregnancy theory.

Happy

“Jeff, I know what you want me to do, but I’m not going to.”

Jeff turned in surprise to look back at Alan, who had been walking behind him. They were on their way to school for the first time since staying home for a week.

“What do you mean?” Jeff asked.

“You want me to make friends at school, don’t you?” Alan said coldly. “Well I’m not going to. It’s too dangerous. If people get close to me, I’ll hurt them, or they’ll find out what I am and it’ll cause problems. So I’m sorry, but I’m not going to try to get to know people.” And he continued walking, stepping past Jeff.

After a moment’s pause, Jeff followed. “All right. I won’t force you to make friends. But,” and he stepped up next to Alan, matching his quick pace, “I reserve the right to treat you as my friend.” Alan glanced at him and frowned, but only said, “Do what you want.”

When Alan appeared at Jeff’s soccer practice after school, there was a lot of uneasy murmuring among the team members. Though all of them liked and trusted Jeff, not even his reassurance could take away their almost instinctual dislike of Alan. He was well known around the school as an angry looking, sharp tongued, rude loner. Even if he hadn’t actually been in any incidents, he had the look of a delinquent. No one wanted to be involved with that.

“Jeff, I know you’re super nice to everyone, but this is a little much. I mean, friends with him? He looks like he could kill someone!” Steve, the captain of the soccer team, muttered in Jeff’s ear.

Jeff glanced over at Alan. For his part, Alan had avoided approaching any of the other boys and had taken a seat at the far end of the bleachers, staring like a hawk at the team. “He’s really not that mean or scary. He just doesn’t know how to interact socially. Can’t he at least watch our practice? He lives near my apartment, so we were going to walk home together, since the streets are kind of dangerous these days….”

Steve hesitated, then finally agreed with a sigh. “All right, if you’re sure he won’t cause trouble.”

“I don’t get it,” Alan said as they were walking home. “What’s the point of kicking that ball around?”

“You’re trying to get the ball in the opposite team’s goal. That way you can gain a point,” Jeff explained.

“Is that fun?”

Jeff grinned. “Maybe you should try it and see.”

Alan shook his head. “Vampires have a lot more strength than humans. If I kicked that ball around, I’d just break something or end up smashing someone’s face.”

“Hmm, I see. Still, did you enjoy watching, at least?”

Alan glanced at Jeff, then away, then back again. “I guess,” he muttered.

“You know, Alan, I was thinking. Even if you don’t want to make friends, it would help if you learned some more social skills, don’t you think? You said that Arisa taught you some; but you also asked me and Tessa to help. Why don’t you practice at school?”

“Okay, but what exactly do you want me to do?”

“First of all, it would help if you smiled.”

“How do I do that?”

Jeff halted, startled by the question. This might be harder than he thought. “Well, it’s like this,” he said and smiled at Alan. “The corners of your mouth turn up. I suppose it’s easier if you smile naturally…usually people smile when they’re happy or if they hear something funny. Maybe I could tell you a joke—“

Alan shook his head. “Arisa tried to tell me jokes sometimes, but I didn’t understand them. She said I don’t have any sense of humor.”

“Hmmm. Then is there anything that makes you happy?”

“I don’t really know. I..don’t really understand things like happy, sad, angry, those kinds of things. Angry and scared make a little more sense, I guess. Arisa said I probably feel those things, I just don’t know how to tell them apart.”

Jeff nodded thoughtfully. “Then we’ll just have to find a way to help you learn the differences,” he said encouragingly.

Alan shrugged again, but he didn’t protest. The rest of the way home, Jeff began thinking of ways to help Alan recognize emotions. It would not be easy, it would not be fast, but he was sure Alan could do it. And if nothing else, it might at least make others think more positively of him. It would just take patience.

It was a complete surprise, though, when Jeff stepped into the classroom a few days later after lunch to find a group of classmates surrounding Alan’s desk. They were exclaiming eagerly over something that lay on the desk, and in the midst of them was a very uncomfortable Alan.

Steve looked up eagerly as Jeff hurried over. “Why didn’t you tell us Alan was this good at drawing? He’s amazing!”

Jeff blinked. “Drawing?” he repeated, bewildered. He had only seen Alan color, and that had seemed pretty normal.…He peered over the other’s shoulders to see a rather intricate drawing of an empty classroom. Suddenly, he remembered the most recent coloring page they had been working on at home, one that was part of a series of pictures of rooms that you could color in. It was quite detailed, with lots of little spaces to color, which Alan seemed to enjoy. Jeff could not be certain without looking back at it, but Alan’s picture looked a lot like that coloring page….

Jeff smiled. “That is really good,” he said.

Alan looked up with a glare. “I was just making lines so I could color something,” he muttered, warily glancing at all the people standing around. But for once, they paid no heed to his fierce expression, all their attention on his picture.

“Not everyone can draw like that,” Jeff chuckled.

“Yeah, I could never draw like that in a million years! How did you do it without a reference?” a girl asked eagerly.

Alan gave her a blank look. “Reference?”

“Were you drawing something you’d seen before?” Jeff suggested.

“Yeah….”

The girl’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me you were drawing from memory?” she gasped.

“I just drew the picture I saw last night...why is that such a big deal?”

But by now several jaws had dropped and the room had fallen into stunned silence. Finally, Steve stammered, “A-are you some sort of prodigy?” Alan was saved answering, however, by the teacher coming in and calling the room to order.

“Is drawing really that impressive?” Alan asked on their way home that day.

“It’s because you can make such a detailed copy just by remembering, instead of having the picture in front of you. That’s really hard to do for most people.”

“Doesn’t seem that hard to me. I just do it.”

Jeff chuckled. “I suppose geniuses can’t really understand what it’s like not to be one….”

Alan gazed down at his hands, clenching and unclenching one of them. “A genius….I’m not sure this skill or whatever is really mine, though. I’m made up of dead parts, remember? There’s probably some dead artist in my hands or my brain or something that makes me able to draw like that.”

Jeff glanced at his friend’s brooding face. Gently, he said, “Even so, you’re the one who’s using those hands and that memory now, aren’t you?”

Alan said nothing, but for a moment his eyes softened their intense gaze. “Ah, there it is!” Jeff cried, causing Alan to start. “You were happy just then, I’m pretty sure.”

“Really?”

“I’m going to interpret it that way,” Jeff said with a grin.

“If you say so….” Alan said uncertainly, but his eyes softened ever so slightly again. Yes, it would take time for Alan to learn his emotions. But he was off to a good start.

Caught in the Undertow

Chapter 1: You in the dark

AO3

TW suicidal thoughts/ideation etc.

Chapter 1: You in the dark

*EDDIE*

Eddie has always sort of wanted to die. He’s never actually planned to kill himself and he wouldn’t, probably, but he’s fantasized about it a lot. Sometimes, on the bad days, before falling asleep he has even wished and prayed to not wake up again and honestly if the opportunity to die were to ever present itself he knows he wouldn’t do anything to stop it.

The idea comes to Eddie as he helps Dustin to climb up the rope and into the safely of the right-side-up. He is overwhelmed. He’s cold, and scared, and tired. Weary in a way that feels like no nap or good night’s sleep will ever cure.

It’s not even a debate in his mind. Eddie cuts the rope, ensuring Dustin’s safety, and runs out into the dark to lead the bats away.

This is it, the chance he’s always longed for and at least this way he can make it mean something. This will keep Dustin safe. It will buy more time for Harrington and the girls to kill Vecna.

He peddles as fast as he can, wanting to get the bats as far away from the gate and Dustin as possible. He thinks to himself as he rides that he’s glad he doesn’t want to survive this. What sort of life would he be going back to anyway?

Devil worshipper, cult leader, freak, murderer. It’s too many labels to overcome. He’s too many things, too much. Too loud, too different, too broken.

When he’s not being too much he’s not enough. Not a good enough student, I mean who takes this many tries to graduate high school. Not a good enough son, if his parents dumping him on Wayne’s doorstep is any indication.

Thinking of Wayne causes a brief stab of guilt. He’ll be sad when Eddie’s gone but honestly, it’s the best thing for him too. One less thing to worry about, one less mouth to feed. He knows it hasn’t been easy on his uncle, having him. Raising a kid is never easy, let alone raising someone else’s and Eddie was a unique challenge all his own.

The bats have caught up and the swarm is directly above him now. One pulls away from the hoard and knocks Eddie from the bike. He doesn’t give up, he fights to the very end. It must have been a reflex, Eddie thinks as he lays on the ground bleeding out. Some long dormant base instinct popping up at the last second because why would he fight so hard when he wanted this. Eddie had wanted this, didn’t he?

*STEVE*

Steve is soaring. He’s fucking ecstatic. They did it, they killed Vecna. They fucking WON. He, Nancy, and Robin smile and laugh as they exit the Creel house. During the walk back they take turns recounting each of Nancy’s expert shots and every molotov cocktail that was thrown. It’s not until they’re about halfway back to the trailer that Steve realizes something has gone terribly wrong.

He hears Dustin’s wailing long before he sees him, and Steve takes off running in the direction of the sound. He skids to a stop on his knees next to the boy, who’s crying huddled over the lifeless body of Eddie Munson.

Dustin starts babbling through tears “he said he was gonna buy more time. The bats started getting into the trailer, he made me go through the gate first and then he cut the rope and lead them away…”

It breaks something inside Steve. He can’t allow this, can’t accept it. They fucking won goddamn it, it’s not supposed to be like this. If anyone wasn’t going to make it, it should have been him, it’s supposed to be him!

He quickly bends over Eddie, leaning down to listen for any signs of breathing while using his fingers to check for a pulse. He finds neither but doesn’t let that fact stop him from starting CPR.

“Oh my god Steve, what can we do?” It’s Robin, she and Nancy finally having caught up to him.

He doesn’t stop or falter in his movements as he tells them what to do. “Take Dustin back through the gate and call an ambulance. I want them waiting on the other side before we try to move him.”

“Steve, he’s not breathing. Does he even have a pulse?” Nancy asks, tone careful.

“He will.”

“Steve…”

“Just go. Now!”

He’s not sure how much times has passed when Robin comes back, approaching him from behind.

“The ambulance is five minutes out, how do you want to do this?”

The timing was perfect, Eddie had regained his pulse just a few minutes ago and Steve continued administering rescue breaths until those returned as well. His breathing was shallow, but it was there.

He and Robin drug over a piece of discarded metal and moved Eddie onto it as gently as they could, using the improvised stretcher to carry him back to the trailer. Getting him through the gate was a challenge but the girls had shoved a bunch of furniture under it that he used to climb up while carrying their unconscious friend on his back.

He brought Eddie all the way to the ambulance doors and the EMT’s didn’t question it when he insisted on riding along with them to the hospital. Likely due to the fact that he was covered nearly head to toe in the other man’s blood. Nancy, Robin, and Dustin followed along behind in Steve’s car.   

Things change once they arrive at the hospital, once the staff realize just who their patient is. Thankfully he’d been stabilized before that happened, Steve shudders to think about what might have happened otherwise.

Though unconscious, Eddie is handcuffed to his hospital bed and an officer is assigned at his door. The group is told they have to leave, it’s a matter for police now and since none of them are family anyway no details can be given on his condition.

They leave reluctantly and only after a kind nurse promises to contact Eddie’s Uncle. It’s a week before they hear any news. It takes Hopper returning from the dead and forcing himself back into the Hawkins PD to even have Eddie unshackled from the bed let alone start the long process of clearing his name.

Part 2

We got a gif for the new Helluva Boss episode, it’ll be coming in October. Obviously I’m not excited, I think after the dumpster fire that was episode 1, things will only go downhill further from here. What I’m really scared about is that this episode seemingly seems to FINALLY focus on Loona and Octavia, two characters who haven’t got the spotlight in awhile and desperately NEED development. Loona needing to get her behavior together, as well as Octavia running away from her parents is a decent setup for the two, but oh wait, we HAVE to have both Blitzo AND Stolas come after them, because we need more STOLITZ FAN SERVICE! Developing our female characters? Screw that, let’s just have Stolas come to the human world in a disguise, and pair up with Blitz even though the two’s relationship is currently in the gutter!

So yeah, my fear is that the Stolitz banter will overshadow the Loona and Octavia stuff, and…come on…at this point we all know it will. They’re probably be some more dirty jokes, or sappy scenes to make us feel bad for the two, as well as Blitz probably having no interest in Stolas AGAIN, only for the fans to immediately go “NO HE CARES!”. My prediction for the episode is still the same as before, Loona will probably find Octavia, interact with her, so meanwhile we can have more Stolitz banter because god knows we haven’t had enough. It seems like they’ll be mistaken for humans, (since this world of humans are so dumb for the sake of the plot) and be pulled into some movie set, leading to a fight scene to probably just pat out the run time. The last thing I want to say is that if Loo Loo Land didn’t lazily and unrealistically patch up Stolas and his daughter’s relationship, then episode DEFINITELY will. They’ll probably have another sad sappy scene, Stolas will apologize, and then things will be magically okay again, leaving only Stella the one note bitch to cause the rift between the family. What I WISH this episode will do is have Stolas finally tend to his fucking daughter, and just leave Blitz alone, giving him the Asmodeon crystal and breaking ties with him until he can get his shit together. But…we all know that won’t happen, even if they DO do that, it’ll be a sad scene where they try to make you WANT to see the opposite happen, when in reality it shouldn’t. Also…watch Loona not have any character development at all, and just go back to being a typical bitch after this episode, just like episode 3 of season 1 went down. This is ganna suck, I can smell it.

Gundam: The Witch From Mercury Season 2 Episode 2 Review

- There’s so much to talk about

- First, let’s start with the people I hate so I don’t have to think about them any more. Shaddiq and his loser harem. I fucking hate Shaddiq so much. This dickhead just got innocent kids killed and traumatized so many others for what? To be the new Grassley President? And all of his girls just follow his lead. Fucking brownnoses. The real question is why did he kidnap his father instead of just killing him? Is it because he’s scared if he does kill him, he won’t be the stated heir?

- Poor Nika. Her backstory was pretty sad. She just wants to live a happy life, and she wants others to have the same thing. However right when she was about to solidify her love for her friends, Shaddiq’s number one simp, Henoa, stopped her and probably kidnapped her. And now with Nika being branded a terrorist, and Earth House being arrested, she won’t be able to explain the situation and they’ll think the worst of her.

- The Jeturk curse hits once again with Lauda almost fucking dying. Dude literally just wants to avenge his brother and father and he’s getting fucked by the narrative. Meanwhile, Felsi seems to be feeling outcast since Petra has a crush on Lauda, and thus the two are leaving her behind. At the end of the day, the Jeturk house seems to be a family, all working to support each other.

- Chuchu was too powerful so life had to nerf her by giving her PTSD. She was about to go on a killing spree, but she snapped out of it when she realized that people needed to be saved. It shows just how kind she is under her big attitude. Even if she doesn’t like Spacians, she doesn’t want them to die, and she’ll prioritize their rescue over revenge. But now she’ll have to deal with the fact that her “big sister” was labeled a terrorist

- El5n once again being the ultimate babygirl. However we also get to see past his happy facade. He’s someone who desperately wants to live. He refuses to use his Permet because he sees no use in wasting his life. And his mention of El4n indicates that the two knew each other? Were they close? And how will El5n bond with Norea as the show is putting those two together. Finally, why did El5n become the body double when he knows the Permet will kill him? He says it’s because he wants to live, but wouldn’t becoming a Gundam pilot just kill him faster? I’m so interested in his story.

- Norea and Sophie. One wants revenge against the Spacians who destroyed her world, and one just wants what everyone else does. A nice home and warm meals and a happy family. But they’re Gundam pilots which means they’ll die before they’ll ever see their goals realized. They want so desperately to be happy but their circumstances means they can’t. And poor Sophie dies, and all Norea can do is mourn her and move on. But what will Norea do now? She seems set in her ways on destroying Spacians, but maybe El5n can break her from that curse. Maybe there can be a happy ending?

- Finally, the moment I’ve been waiting for. The reveal that Eri is the Aerial and Suletta is just a clone/second daughter. Eri’s conscience has been locked into the Aerial and when it goes Permet 6, she fully takes over. The side story implies Eri knows what’s going on and agreed with her mother, so will she be the true big bad? Or is she going to ultimately side with her little sister and protect her? How lonely she must be locked in a robot, never being able to love a normal life. And is there more? Cause once you get one kid in the suit, it’s not too hard to put more in there.

- Suletta almost broke out of her programming. She realized her mom put her in a suit of war and that she took a man’s life with its hands. She realized that her “siblings”, Sophie and Norea, were cursed. But then the brainwashing takes over. Aerial tells her that everything will be okay. Aerial doesn’t want her to feel guilt so it says that Suletta did no wrong. And Suletta, who wants to believe her mom is good, takes the bait and reconditions herself. Only Suletta can break herself free, but she needs support in Miorine and her friends.

- But where do we go from here? The school’s been attacked and people have died. What small basis GUND-ARM was gaining has been torn apart. Gundams are evil again. And maybe this pressure will make Miorine crack and finally take up Quiet Zero. And then no more wars and everyone will be happy! Yay!

Y’all i wanted to make another post on episode 6 cause after rewatching that heartbreaking sandray scene over and over again I noticed something that is super important for their dynamic. HEADS UP THIS IS POST IS ABOUT SANDRAY ONLY

okay so let’s dive in:

We know that the fight was the cause of Ray being disgusted over the recording and finding out that Top is in fact playing/ or was playing with Mew. Add a little alcohol & drugs to that mix and you get the mess that was Ray’s exposing. So let’s also remember that the pool scene had Ray sort of happy because he thought sand was finally going to want to address their situationship hence him asking, “you only called me out to play pool?” Which led to sand saying, “no, I want to talk about Mew.” Followed by a very taken back reaction from Ray. He then asks, “are you not okay that i like him” which leads me to think that maybe Ray is thinking, I hope me liking me best friend won’t ruin a friendship or potential future relationship with the guy I’m slowly falling for. Sand in this whole interaction is being very badly dismissive of his obvious feelings for Ray. I think at this point, Ray knows Sand likes him. And Ray possibly does too, maybe not as much as Sand but he definitely feels some type of way towards him.

Anyway, we know where that scene leads. Back to the argument. The painful argument which is breaking all our hearts. I’m leaving this:

because it is very important. In the midst of all the chaos created by hurt, which may i add; i don’t think it was just his feelings for Mew and the anger he felt about knowing the situation on Top & Boston but the constant teasing by his so called friends of him not having a lover or anyone by his side compared to them. All that bottled up and he finally exploded. I saw on many posts on here how his friends literally let him leave while intoxicated which i agree & in my opinion is very insensitive. Of course, Sand goes after him.

Getting to the point of the picture above. Look at his face. Literally translates to: “are you fucking kidding me? After all that? Yea bullshit.” Not only does he not believe Sand in the moment but he looks so sad. At this point this is a confession from Sand. But Ray doesn’t believe it. He says “why are you butting into my business?” Followed by:

So… “what are we?” He wants clarification, he wants to hear Sand say it: i like you.

Sand again, doesn’t stick to his heart or feelings. He dismissed it yet again by saying, “we’re nothing” as you saw above in the clip. Ray is frustrated at this point. Maybe not the perfect time or moment for a confession but I feel that’s what he wanted, needed in that moment. After hearing Sand say, “we’re nothing” “risk your own life but not others” he’s done. His reaction: heartbroken. Yet again, no one gives a damn about him. That’s all that he’s thinking right now. Despite Sand’s clear & obvious actions he doesn’t believe Sand feels any different towards him like everyone else. This pain all leads to him treating sand like a literal whore, trash. He’s nothing to him cause that’s all he’s ever been from the start (in his mind) I sensed a little regret when he tossed Sand to the floor but let’s not forget he’s hurting over many things: the situation with Mew, his friends, Sand, and most importantly himself.

Next episode we might get an insight on to who Ray really is, hopefully. I’m nervous, excited, scared, anxious to see what’s in store for this couple. I hope they’re able to communicate better & really start confessing if they feel something for each other, which they obviously do.

Let me know your add ons/ thoughts!

Writing Breakups: The Seven Stages of Playing Sour on Repeat

Today’s topic is BREAKUPS!!!!!  I actually enjoy writing breakups even though ask anyone I know and I hate living through them. I was once so scared to break up with a guy that I definitely needed to break up with that my friends hid in the costume closest where I broke up with him to make sure I went through with it. After I broke up with him, they popped out of their hiding spots, hugged me and congratulated me. It was awesome... Anyways, breakups are normally not very fun even when they need to happen, and even for those who claim they are extremely prepared, they can cause a whole lot of heartache. Real talk though if I had had the Sour album during my last break up, it would have changed the game. So many songs on that album are so good for post-breakup feels, and they can actually help inspire you and give you and idea on how to write breakups because they can be hard, especially for those who haven’t been through one before.

First off there’s normally two different sides of break-ups: 

One Sided Breakups:  Like the scene in Legally Blonde where Warner dumps by namesake, Elle. In most cases, one partner has fallen out of love, and the other partner could feel blindsided by the breakups. These breakups often sting the most. Unfortunately, they also sometimes lead to toxic situations. Rebuffed lovers who don’t take break ups or other forms of rejections well are unfortunately very common. 

Mutual Breakups: Sometimes, you just know. You might really like someone as a person, but when you try to become more than friends, it just doesn’t work out, and you both realize that it’ll be better for your relationship to just be friends. Other times couples may take a planned break and realize while on the break they’re better separate than they are together. It’s a myth that mutual breakups don’t hurt at all. Even if you both agree that you guys needs to break up, it can still hurt a lot. 

It’s Not You, It’s Me

If someone said that to me, I would literally just spontaneously combust and die. I can’t imagine actually saying that to someone. I feel like if someone says that to you, then you absolutely know it’s definitely you. Anyways, make sure that your characters have a semi-good reason for breaking up with each other. Does one partner want to protect their significant other from the Big Bad? Are the couple too dissimilar to coexist with one another? Have they simply grown up and grown apart? Has the final decision come in the infamous love triangle leaving one partner left behind? There are a lot of different reasons and motivations for a break-up, but establishing these reasons clearly beforehand will definitely help you when you start to write the scene, so you know how the characters will react differently during the scene. Also, ensuring that there are clear reasons supported by the story will help ease the burden on your readers. Understanding why the couple breaks up, makes it a little less sad when the fan-favorite couple breaks up even if it is temporarily. To achieve this, I would recommend writing out the couples motivations and goals going into the scene (even if one party doesn’t know they’re being broken up with).

Breakups in the Costume Closest

As I mentioned earlier, I once broke up with a guy in a costume closest at school. I definitely was not a good person for breaking up with him in the middle of the school day, but I couldn’t wait, and I needed a nice secluded environment, so costume closest. The setting of the break-up will have big impact on how both parties react to it and could either amplify or mollify your characters feelings. I mentioned Legally Blonde before because I love that movie and because that’s a really iconic breakup scene. It provides good characterization: Warner being a terrible, cowardly, person and Elle being a little over the top. But, the location not only adds to the relative comedy of the scene, but it also enhances the reactions of the characters. Warner is desperately trying to get Elle to calm down because they’re in a very public place, and he is obviously embarrassed by her loud reaction to the break-up. If the couple breaks up in the place where they first met, say, that could add a lot of emotion to an already emotionally-charged situation. On this note, unless you are specifically driving home the point that a character is a terrible person make sure the characters are having this scene face to face. Just as I would never want someone to say “it’s not you, it’s me” I would also never want someone go breakup with you via text message.

One Pint of the Tonight Dough, Please!

I’m not the biggest ice cream fan, but ice cream after a break-up is definitely the stereotypical movie thing. I personally prefer chicken pot-stickers and Dove dark chocolate, but to each their own. The aftermath of a break-up is almost as important as the break-up itself. Breakups are a major event in a character’s life even if it’s a mutual breakup or they were the one doing the breaking of up. Showing how your character reacts to a breakup can be great way to show characterization, especially their resilience, for example after getting dumped Elle Woods gets into Harvard Law School and becomes valedictorian. How does your character react? Do they feel free after ending a toxic relationship? Do they cope with the help of their friends and play Sour on repeat in an epic post-breakup jam session? Do they cry or fall into a deep depression? Are they calm and composed or react violently with physical/verbal abuse aimed at the ex? Especially in the case of Legally Blonde, we’re invested in the story because we see how deeply the break-up affects Elle, and how it leads to her overall growth as a character and as a person. 

woah hi ok UMMMMMMFHSKXNXKSB (this is my first request so excuse how bad i’ll be at explaining this to you)

ive always had this idea about someone a person is dating ending up being a yandere, like they really wanna protect you to the point they kidnap you and treat you like a goddess like that and just hurts everyone that interferes? or if they see someone that’s getting closer than they’d like or they’re jealous they’d just break their leg and go “oh! they fell down the stairs yesterday :(.. i helped them, it was so sad!”

also what if they’re like kinda scary but try to be nicer around you because to them you’re like an absolute angel or goddess

I MEAN YOU SAID YOU WANT A REASON TO WRITE SO I GAVE YA ONE

also idk if u do the anon thing where they have a name i completely forgot but if u do i really like oranges so 🤭🤭 maybe i could be orange anon… OKAY THATS JUST ME BEING AN IDIOT LMFAO

Loved orange anon xDD --- 🍊🍊🍊

I'm going to write more, i just am a bit burnt at the moment

Ok but in all seriousness im willing to regress into my feral writer form to satiate your needs ♡♡♡ (P.s. Lyo is read like Leo)

cw: Yandere behavior, manipulation, physical assult (Not towards reader), threats, idolization, stalking

'No relationship is perfect- no one is perfect.' you keep repeating to yourself.

What kills you is, for the most part, he is perfect. You've truly never felt this amount of love, tenderness or care in your entire life. So what if his eyes widen just at the sight of you enter a room- like he was meeting a deity of some kind. Isn't it wrong to ask less of him? Of a man so utterly devoted to you?

"What are you thinking about, angel?" Lyo's concerned eyes stare daggers into yours, waiting patiently for your reply.

"What am I-? Oh... nothing." After you speak there's nothing but silence for a minute or two

"It's just that-... Well... I know something is wrong so- can you just tell me so I can fix it?" He leans in as you quickly pull away, last time you let him 'fix' an issue between you and someone else your friend of two years sustained some pretty nasty bruises, bruises way too specifically placed to have been caused by a tumble in the dirt.

You let it slide then- 'just once' you thought. Since your so called friend had turned into a real jackass after having a few too many, and refused to take no for an answer. You didn't even bother to start a fight even when you knew Lyo was lying to your face about just walking him home, the quick glimpse of fresh scratches on his knuckles where all the proof you needed at the time.

But then there was that 'accident' on the staircase, the scared glances that surround him, the constant hovering, and the multiple monologs about how deeply he loves you, how he will always protect you; how you were like a divine being, taking pity on the likes of him-.

'He doesn't mean to- he doesn't know he's wearing me down... He doesn't mean to.'

"Please- just let me handle it myself. I'll be alright." you give him a reassuring glance before an abrupt

SLAM

As his hand meets the table. Instantly, you look at him with a mixture of shock, confusion and fear.

"I'm sorry! I'm so-so sorry! I didn't mean to! I just-!" Lyo's posture shrinks- like he's trying to make himself look as non-threatening as possible after seeing the look on your face.

You'd never seen him like that before. He was always incredibly calm with you-

"-please dont be mad at me, angel!" He reaches to cup your face in his hands "I just want to protect you... that's all...... GODDAMN IT! This is all his fault! YOU KNOW THAT?!"

Your mouth is still agape as you watch him unravel. 'Did he want to hit me?' 'Was he going to hit me?' were the only thoughts going through your head as you watched him pace.

Finally after a minute you blurt out

"I can't do this anymore. For a second there- I genuinely thought you might hurt me. I can't do this, I'm sorry, I need to leave."

He freezes.

"Don't." Lyo's voice came out as half threatening, half pleading. Like he was dreading what he would have to do next.

"I need you. Please- I just want to protect you! You know I would never hurt you! Ever! I just got a little frustrated! That's all! Don't be stupid, you know I'd never ever hurt you! I'D NEVER HURT YOU!?! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT?! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I-"

"Stop!", "I made my decision."

"So what? Mine doesn't matter then? What am i supposed to do without you? I have nothing without you. You aren't just the greatest thing in my life- you- you are my life!" Desperation clang to every word Lyo spoke, making your heart ache.

He could tell you were caving, as pools began to cloud your eyes you croak out a pitiful "ok..." before feeling his warm embrace.

Lyo gently pets your head, holding you tightly for a good few minutes while you cry. Knowing that just like a moth drawn to flame, He has you exactly where he wants you, no- needs you.