ah yes,,, canada dry, my otp,,, /wipes a single tear/
Their ringtones for each other: Dia set Kanan’s as the default ringtone because…well, it’s simple. Kanan changed hers to a “buu buu desuwa” mix because she thinks it’s funny. Dia doesn’t think it’s funny at all :)
Their FB relationship status: Both of them aren’t really social media people, so it took them a few months after they dated to be like “oh, you can change your status on Facebook.” So yeah, they set it as “In a relationship.”
Whether they are addicted to couples selfies: Dia takes more photos between the both of them, but they aren’t exactly selfies? She likes to take pictures of Kanan, candid or not, and saves it in a gay as hell photo album because she absolutely adores her diver gf. Kanan doesn’t take pics often, but she likes taking couple selfies with Dia!
Which of their friends is over-joyed shipper trash that they are together: Mari for sure. Kanan and Dia were basically dancing around each other since they were kids and Mari was like “just fuck already” the entire time. It wasn’t surprising to her once they started dating, but she was relieved to finally see her brick-headed best friends get together.
Who overshares intimate relationship details: “Haha Dia, remember last night when you-” “🔫👀”
Summary: Zayn keeps coming home to find new stuff in their house and vague, lackluster answers as to where they came from (or the one where Liam is Timmy from the Fairly Oddparents)...
“They’re not—you can’t see them. Only I can see them, and I know that sounds completely mental or, like, made-up or whatever but it’s true. I promise. That’s how I keep getting all this stuff that I can’t ever tell you where it came from and that’s…that’s who I was arguing with when you came in…”
Zayn just blinks, can’t seem to bring himself to do any more than that because what the actual fuck.
“Please say something,” Liam says, eyes pleading.
[A/N: So idk…I was running low on sleep and just kind of daydreaming while staring into space and this happened and…yeah. Like I said, idk. Enjoy? (If for nothing else than at least a good laugh)…took some artistic liberties with the fairy background and Wanda and Cosmo’s personalities, don’t hate me please, I’m not trying to ruin anybody’s childhood, just made some changes that I felt like might fit the story better for a slightly more grown-up audience. also this was literally supposed to be like 500 words, 1k max, smdh apparently I can’t ever do anything without it expanding to like five times the length it was meant to be]
“You got us a new bed?” Zayn says standing in the doorway of their bedroom, brows crinkled in confusion at what looks like a California king-sized bed where their queen-sized one used to be—a sort of half-serious, half-gag gift from Harry and Louis.
Liam shrugs, looking a bit bashful. “You kept saying how the other one was too hard and we should get a new one.”
“Well, yeah, but…I guess I just figured we’d go mattress shopping together. Since we didn’t get to the first time, it being a gift and all.”
Liam ducks his head. “I…wanted to surprise you.”
“Oh.” Zayn blinks a bit in surprise, crosses over to the bed and smiles as he plops himself down on the edge and finds it is much softer, bouncier even, than their old one. “It is nice. Although Haz and Lou will probably be upset when they find out we chucked theirs, but they’ll get over it I guess. Where’d it come from?”
Zayn waits for Liam to explain further but when it doesn’t seem like he’s going to Zayn says, “Well, yeah, but, like, what company?”
“Uhh…I don’t really remember, some foreign company…Swedish or something, I think…very far away.”
“Oh, well the Swedish sure do make a damn good mattress.”
“Yup.” Liam nods, and Zayn feels like Liam looks a bit skittish for some reason but he ignores it, figures he’s probably just overanalyzing like he tends to do sometimes.
“Since when do we have an in-home studio?”
“Oh, right, yeah, sorry, I forgot to tell you about that.”
“How do we all of a sudden have a whole in-home studio?”
And Zayn knows he’d been gone quite a while this time but still. That’s kind of a major thing to forget to tell someone, considering there must’ve been people coming round to work on it for weeks on end. But he shrugs it off. It’s not like Liam doesn’t have his own busy schedule to tend to and sometimes even the big things can get lost in the crazy shuffle that is their lives so he lets it go.
“A telescope? You’re not even into astrology.”
“Well, yeah, but I figure I could learn…plus there’s gonna be a comet sighting in a couple weeks and since we’ll both be free I thought maybe we could watch it together and it’s supposed to be even better with a telescope so.”
And Zayn can’t help but smile at that.
The telescope’s a huge hulking thing, high-grade and he runs his fingers over it, marveling a bit. “How’d you even figure out how to put it together? It must’ve been complicated.”
“It, um, it came already…together?”
“Oh. Really? That’s odd. Seems like it’d make it harder for them to ship already assembled like this.”
Liam shrugs, looks away briefly and Zayn wonders for a second if he might be lying but then thinks better of it. What reason would Liam have to lie about how a telescope was packed when it was sent?
“How did you manage to get Drake tickets? It’s been sold out for weeks.”
“Internet. They had a…a deal.”
“A deal? For front row tickets? What, did you have to sell your soul in exchange or something? No way someone would give these up.”
Liam shrugs, doesn’t explain any further and Zayn’s too excited to bother to probe him anymore about it. It’s not like it’s the first time they’re seeing him in concert. Liam even met him once at an event a while back. But something about going to see people he’d grown up idolizing performing just brings out this childhood excitement in him, even now when he knows what it’s like and knows they’re just normal people like him, people he’s met even. It’s still a rush and the fact that he gets to share it with Liam just makes it that much better, so in the end he doesn’t really care how Liam got them, he’s just happy he did.
“We have a pool now?” he says, flabbergasted. He’s standing just outside their patio doors where their patio used to be and where there’s now a sparkling, bright blue in-ground pool complete with floaties and a diving board and a jacuzzi on one side and poolside chairs and everything.
“I figure we’ve got one at the LA house, why not here, too? Plus you were always mentioning how we didn’t have much use for a patio. Now we’ll actually have an excuse to come out here more, maybe keep our tans for longer than just the few weeks we usually spend in LA.”
“How did you even…?” he stares, too shocked to even get the rest of his question out.
“Internet,” Liam says quickly.
“But…I was only gone threedays.”
“They, um…work fast.”
“By fast do you mean superspeed? Because this is mental…three days, Liam. Three days. Seventy-two hours ago we had a patio, some concrete slabs with a tiny flower garden in one corner and a few chairs on top. Now we have a whole in-ground pool with pool chairs and a diving board and a jacuzzi?”
“They’re a very…specialized company. Like those movers that promise to have all of your stuffed moved out in twenty-four hours no matter how much stuff you have? They’re like that but…with pool construction and stuff.”
Zayn can’t do anything but blink.
“A new television? What was wrong with the old one?”
“Nothing…just this one’s way bigger…and it can play in 3D.”
Zayn didn’t even think they sold televisions this large. It’s nearly the size of a cinema screen except it’s clearly still an actual television and not just a screen. But he can’t imagine something like this fitting inside a regular electronics store.
“Where did you even find it?”
“Where’d all these new guitars come from?”
“And the skateboards?”
“And you got all this for me?”
“Babe, that’s really sweet but…where are we gonna fit all this?”
“I may have also…expanded the shed a bit.”
Zayn walks past to him to one of the living room windows, the one facing the backyard, and finds the shed is now twice the size it was before and his eyes go wide.
“Where’d all this new gym equipment come from?” he says when he comes home one day to find Liam in the middle of a workout surrounded by completely new, way more complicated looking exercise contraptions.
“The fridge cleans itself? And sends a grocery list to your phone every week of what you need to restock? Where do they even sell something like that?”
“We have a self-locking door now? Where did you—”
“I don’t understand. You’re saying this new washer and dryer detects what kind of clothes you’ve put in and automatically sets itself to the right settings? How—”
“I’m not kidding,” Tucker said the morning of, and Church kept laughing. “Hey, asshole! I’m not kidding.”
“Tucker, that’s the most melo-fucking-dramatic thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Yeah, well, you’re the one who asked for reassignments.”
“Five years of dealing with you assholes, hell yeah I asked for reassignments.”
“Fuck you, Church. I don’t even care. My ass gets on that plane and I forget you, and this shitty box canyon, and this shitty sham of an army.”
Church clapped him on the shoulder, a grin in his voice, and said, “yeah. You’re welcome, buddy.”
“Goodbye,” South said, quiet. North’s head was in her lap, their weapons discarded behind a stone somewhere. She knew this was over. She had made sure of it. Some part of her wondered if she should take off the helmet and make sure his eyes were closed.
Her secure channel kicked into life, the voice of Recovery Command. “Recovery One is on his way to you.”
She took her hands off the latches. “Copy that. I’m ready.”
I'm quickly losing my love for the show and for Daryl as a character. Between the burn we got last season and the way 5b is shaping up, I just don't think Caryl is going to go anywhere, not because of the B3thyl ship or any other ship but because I think tptb just aren't going to go that way. What do you see that I don't?
Oh my dear sweet, meloncholy Nomy.. I feel you I really do.. Wish I was as good at this as Sanja is but I’ll give it my best shot But first i’ll give you a nice big old Dixon bear hug..
Ok I get the frustration with the character and this ‘wash, rinse and repeat’ cycle that he seems to be on yet again. Just when you think he’s making progress he falls back again. And then I took a step back and looked at the big picture here and a thought occurred to me that this is a lot like real life.
People do get into these cycles and patterns of behavour and will often times continually fall back on them. And I do think we often underestimate just how screwed up Daryl really is too. Abuse, neglect and serious social isolation take a long time to do their damage and a long time to undone. So his story dictates this pattern of somewhat self-destructive behavour. This also true for Carol as well I might add. The fact that they have SOO many things to overcome is what making this take so damn long.
Not that I’m saying it’s not aggravating and maybe sort of lazy that the showrunners keep repeating the process, i’m just saying that RL recovery can be this aggravating too. And there is a part of me that believes this maybe the ‘third time’s the charm ’ so to speak. I’m thinking this may be the last round of it to endure. And when hearing of potential upcoming storylines, i’m more certain of it by the day. I do feel like certain issues will get addressed.
Now the skepticism after 4B an all the mayhem and drama it caused (did it ever? and we are still dealing with it now) I can can understand the tiring of interest in wanting to continue.
You see Nomy I believe as well that TPTB are following the idea of drawing it out because it really is the Golden Goose for them. There is a notion that chemistry like this, the Unresolved Sexual Tension or UST is golden and the only way to kill or end it IS to get the 2 in question together. There is this fear, for good reason, that once it happens it’s done, as Norman said a few times. The old Moonlighting thing. Give into it and the UST disappears and the interest fades. It’s happened before.
I have to believe that Norman and Mel have such great oncreen, and offscreen chemistry that this wouldn’t happen but who knows right? I’d like to see them try, but I like others feel like they may draw it for awhile. Eventually however you do have to shit or get off the pot. And I don’t think these showrunners are stupid, they know what they have there haand they will play it up for awhile until we scream ENOUGH ALREADY and want to kick in our television sets.
I’m patient person.. or at least I try to be haha And I keep my expectations low, following the Lloyd Dobbler method.
I don’t put all my eggs in one basket, meaning the ‘romantic’ basket. I’ve seen the fallout when it it all or nothing many, MANY times. All you need to do look at the B ship fallout to see what happens when you put your expectations impossibly high. For them it was romance or bust basically and they never considered it could be anything but. And that sets you up for disappointment every time.
If Caryl never goes ‘romantic’ canon I would be ok with, because I love the relationship in general, love it the way it currently is. Their love is already canon to to me, the rest is just gravy.
But you wanted me to tell you what I see that you don’t. I’m not sure you don’t see it I just think your tired of dealing with it and that’s understandable too. It’s harder for me to tell you what I see than it is for me to show you so I will require visual aids.
And because this will take up alot more space I’m gonna go behind a read more for the rest..