gloomy still

Road Trip - pt.1 (M)

Genre: S M U T

Length: 1,200+ words

Kink(s): exhibitionism, Daddy kink 

Originally posted by badgizibe888

Since it was nearing the end of winter, and though it was still a tad cold out the trees were starting to regain the leaves they had lost during autumn. Both you and your group of friends loved this weather; the sky was still gloomy and grey, the chilly wind felt refreshing against your skin and the fresh air was practically rejuvenating. 

For a while now you and the guys had been planning on taking your first roadtrip together and booking a whole week’s stay at this lovely cabin that was about 10 hours away. Due to their almost inhumane freaking work schedules y’all always would put it off- another time..or..there’s always next time- you guys would say. 

Though it took two years, y’all were finally going. Their schedules were clear for the next two weeks, and you weren’t doing anything special or important since you worked from home and were technically your own boss.

The van was packed, everyone was dressed appropriately and despite how sluggish everyone seemed to feel, y’all wasted no time at all and took off- leaving all the stresses of work behind… for a little while at least. 

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things about the ASOUE netflix series that actually make me lowkey like it sliiightly more than the books

  • more diversity in the cast!!!
  • the fact that aunt josephine’s house is now just a fucking island
  • the fact that the VFD plot is introduced right at the beginning instead of halfway through
  • i feel like olaf’s troupe is much better characterized here and more memorable and funny
  • musical numbers!!!
  • in general the tv format allows for some details and foreshadowing to occur visually (or get across much, much faster), which makes it more streamlined and accessible 
  • nph as olaf. holy shit i LOVE.
  • this may just be me but here the baudelaires felt much more like real kids to me?? idk it may just be because i can actually SEE them (shoutout to the casting director for not casting 19/20 year olds)
  • olaf is a lot funnier, which helps break up all the gloominess, but he’s still threatening and creepy, which is where the jim carrey version went wrong, i think – what makes olaf in the books and series a great bad guy is that he’s scary AND funny, albiet with a pitch-black sense of humor
  • the fact that sir and charles are much more explicitly a couple
  • jacquelyn!! i love her so fucking much
  • i like that aunt josephine is more sympathetic and complex


He still remembered the looks full of pity he received whenever his friends saw his empty wrists.

He had a soulmate.

Knowing that the person who was supposed to love and cherish him unconditionally was simply not there was— right beside the absence of his parents in his life— the most painful thing that could have happened to him.

Merlin. He had an actual soulmate!

Whereas his first instincts had been to panic, there was now an indescribable feeling of hope and longing bubbling in his chest.

Because, if the words on his wrists were anything to go by, his soulmate had been waiting for him just as much as he had for them.

You’re here. You’re finally here. Thought you were dead. You…

Never mind that the familiarity of those letters still caused an inexplainable rush of anxiety to run through his body.

With newfound determination, Harry Potter followed his new head of house, a certain Professor Slughorn, down into the dungeons until they were standing in front of the entrance to the Slytherin common room.

Maybe this insane mission Dumbledore had sent him on wouldn’t turn out to be so bad after all. At least he could, besides trying to get useful information out of Riddle, try to find his soulmate.

The first thing he noticed about entering the common room was that nothing had really changed from what he could still remember from second year. It was still gloomy, the lake right outside the windows still cast green shadows upon the walls and there was a small fire crackling in the hearth.

He tried to ignore the constant dripping sound echoing throughout room but that still didn’t prevent the flashes of dark chambers and black serpents to dance before his eyes.

The second thing he noticed was that all eyes were on him.
Every person that had been reading, chatting or simply dozing off before was now staring at Harry.

“Listen up, everyone! This-” a hand was placed on his shoulder “is Harry Potter. He’s a transfer student and I am proud tho say that he has been sorted into our house.”

There were quiet whispers traded back and forth now.
Curious expressions on the other’s faces.

But as of now Harry was glad to say that he hadn’t spotted Riddle, yet.

He let his fingers ghost over his wrist. Internally wrestling with the impulse to check it again for any new words.

“… Now, without much further ado, I ask all of you to be kind to our new addition. But maybe someone could volunteer to be Harry’s guide for the first few days until he knows where his classes are and has become a little more familiar with this new environment?” Slughorn let his gaze wander over the crowd questioningly.

Although Harry suspected that he was actually searching for someone specific whom he expected to answer.

His musings proved to be correct when every student simultaneously turned their head the slightest bit in the same direction and a few stepped aside to let a rather tall, brunet male through, whose blue eyes were fixed on his in a predatory manner.

He wished those flashbacks would just s t o p but he simply couldn’t tune out the low hissing of Parseltongue and the sound of snake skin dragging itself across wet stones and oh Merlin Ginny was-

“-Tom Riddle.”

Harry blinked. Slightly perplexed when the dark-lord-to-be inclined his head in a polite nod.

There was a pause.

“Harry. Harry Potter.” He answered eventually. Trying to ignore the tingling on his wrist and the unnerving glint in the other’s eyes.

As well as the bile attempting to claw up his throat at the close proximity of the future-mass-murderer.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Harry Potter.” Then, like an afterthought. “I’m sure we will get along just fine.”

Yeah. Maybe when hell freezes over and Salazar Slytherin starts step dancing on top of the astronomy tower in a pink skirt.

Without waiting for an answer, Riddle turned around— apparently expecting Harry to follow— and strutted off into the general direction of one of the staircases leading further down into the dungeons.

That realization was accompanied by a sharp tug of panic and a thought that hadn’t even occurred to him until now.

Was there maybe more than just one path leading into the Chamber of Secrets?

Rip. Tear. Kill. Let me kill.
No no no nonononononono-

A sudden wave of calm and reassurance washed over Harry and he released a breath he hadn’t even noticed he was holding.

The still new soul bond inside his mind was vibrating with poorly concealed worry and there was a moment’s worth of confusion before he caught on.

His soulmate had felt his distress and had tried to comfort him.

But that was supposed to be impossible.

He hadn’t even met his soulmate yet. The bond shouldn’t be that strong.

Harry cast a quick glance down at his wrist, catching the hastily scribbled phrases of:

Are you okay? Did something happen? Merlin forbid if something happened….

He ripped his gaze away from the words to turn his attention back to Riddle.

Never turn your back to the enemy.
He had learned that lesson the hard way.

But the other hadn’t moved an inch either. Standing before the staircase with a deep frown on his face and something akin to restlessness in his eyes.

Then his gaze settled back on Harry and his expression smoothed over. “I apologize. I spaced out there for a second. Now, shall we? The boy’s dorm is just down there and we need to get you settled in quickly if we want to get to dinner on time.”


With a foreboding sense of doom, Harry followed the Dark-Lord-to-be down the stairs.

This time effectively shutting out the unwelcome images triggered by the dark stone walls encasing them.

What he couldn’t quite shut out, however, was the soft humming of soothing emotions bleeding over the bond, and suddenly he thought that, just maybe, fate didn’t hate him so much after all.

- Tomarry [Soulmate + Time Tavel AU (part 2)]

Part 1

The weather here is still gloomy and grey, which is just shitty really - it’s April for crying out loud! But at least it I get to dress Levi in winter gear one last time before I clear out my mods folder for spring/spring.

I love turtlenecks on guys, and especially on Levi ♡  

rumours about my sadness have always lingered around my family
like fog, like unhappiness, like lies
and let me tell you, I haven’t been myself, I haven’t seen myself in the mirror for a long time
I am young, I am travelling, I have had my heart stitched and spit out and frozen but having people see me
and my gloomy insides is still my greatest fear
—  mirror poems - knight

Like I know that post defending Osomatsu is like my all time most reblogged post and probably the whole tumblr matsu fandom has seen it by now; even though the whole point of that post is that Oso does have his own distinct personality, that he is interesting and unique as a character outside his brothers, that it’s his brothers who take after him and not the other way around; because he’s got such a dominant personality, such an odd charisma about him…like that’s all in defense of him as a character, but as a person, like practically speaking and in the context of the fictional reality he lives in…Oso’s brothers really are his entire life.

Look, Oso has his own personality. Definitely. But he’s the only one who hasn’t taken an interest in something. ANYTHING. Choro has his otaku crap, ichi has his fursona, jyushi has his baseball thing, kara and totty are both like fashion divas or whatever the fuck they’re doing, and Osomatsu has…drinking? Gambling? Following his brothers around and more or less begging them to pay attention to him?

If you took Oso out on a date, what would he talk about? “The other day me and karamatsu went to the-” “I got in an argument the other day with Choromatsu about-” maybe he would just lie and make up a bunch of shit? Or would he just dole out random opinions about a bunch of topics but never share any like…real stories, or experiences?

The fandom-wide (and even in-show) joke about Karamatsu having identity issues, being “empty,” aren’t wrong but they miss the mark by just an inch. Karamatsu is empty in the sense that he’s fake, because he tries way too hard to be a certain way, and he can’t see the disparity between who he tries to be and who he actually is. But Kara at least has…an idea of who he WANTS to be. He’s TRYING. What is Oso doing?

Osomatsu literally has nothing. And again, that isn’t bad writing or a lack of character. That is literally his character, and it’s sort of heartbreaking. Osomatsu’s tag line isnt “the gloomy one” or “the cute one” it’s literally “the oldest one.” Out of the context of his brothers that has literally no meaning. Ichimatsu is still gloomy when hes not “the gloomy one.” Gloomy is a character trait, cute is a character trait. “Oldest” is not. “Oldest” is just a status.

I know this has been beaten in to the ground especially by ep 24 but. Osomatsu is not boring, basic, or a bad character. But he is…fundamentally unfulfilled, lonely, and in an even worse state of stasis than any of the other brothers. He is both his own person and almost solely dependent on his brothers. He is the dominant personality but he is the least developed as a person. He is completely empty, passionate but directionless, all fire with nothing to burn. And as long as he stays that way he will continue to be unhappy, and he will continue to drag his brothers down with him.

And it’s sad.


day 1/6; some pics of my trip so far! 😋

@soundshoodfeelshood said: Hi!! I just wanted to say that I love your writing x Could you maybe do a Jeff Atkins fic where the Reader is Justin’s little sister and is friends with the Jocks so when the reader comes into school after spending the night with Jeff, everyone is a bit stand off-ish? I hope that’s not too complicated >.<

Originally posted by zachdempsey

Jeff X Reader

Lightning cracks across the sky and you flinch back from Jeff’s bedroom window. It had been drizzling since that very morning and only picked up in intensity once school had let out for the day. And since you had went home with Jeff to help him study for the upcoming test on Friday, and his mother insisted you stay for dinner, you’re now trapped at the Atkins’ residence while severe thunderstorm warning after warning comes across your phone.

“Hey,” Jeff softly says while entering his room, “it’s really bad out and my mom wants to know if you’re comfortable with staying the night?”

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