i just love how there was such a stark contrast between jake telling amy he still has feelings for her (”i know you’re with teddy and nothing is going to happen, i just wanted you to know”) vs teddy telling amy he still has feelings for her (”why are you with him” “will you marry me”)
Someone will tell you that she’s seeing someone someday and that she’s happy and your hands will stop working. You’ll have to work hard to hold onto whatever you’re holding. I hope it’s not glass, I hope it’s not breakable. Suddenly you’ll remember everything that you ever loved about her. Everything that ever moved you to tears, made your insides feel like they were tying themselves into knots. That she was loyal, that she was open for you, that she smiled against your mouth when you kissed. That it felt easy, like God had put the two of you together deliberately, like it had been the plan all along. But for whatever reason, you let her go and you thought that it was the right thing and for a little while, it felt like you knew exactly what you were doing. Except now all the parts of you that touched her knows that you’re never going to be able to touch her again and that hurts. Even your fingers are sad, even your stomach is aching from the loss of it all. You’re never going to get that again and that’s why your regret looks like artwork that would have been masterpiece if you’d finished it. Your regret looks like plucking a flower before it’s bloomed. So maybe you’ll call her and you’ll tell her that you miss her and she’ll sound gentle on the phone but not in love with you anymore. She’ll say ‘we happened and we were important but you let me go, I’m sorry, but you let me go’ and that’s how you’ll know.
I commissioned a modern Tarzan and Jane from the incredibly talented @punziella and here’s the final result!! I couldn’t be happier with it, it’s absolutely perfect and I just love it so so much I can’t stop staring at it, thank you so much Pauline!!
DUDE, WHAT DO YOU THINK I HAVE WANTED TO DO FOR YEARS?
She give you that look too?
The one where it's like she's staring into your soul and finding you lacking and all you want to do is prove you're good enough and honorable enough for her?
I was going to say the thing about how she looked like she was going to kick your ass and eat your liver for lunch, but that sounds like it'd make her like me more.
Yeah, I know that look too.
Tell me about all of her looks!
*whips out a presentation about Brienne of Tarth, her looks, and why she's the best*
That's a lot.
*shrugs* We were forced to go on a road trip together. I lost my hand, called her wench, and saved her from a bear. She kept me safe and made sure I got home okay. I gave her my sword and told her to keep it (just like my heart).
You lucky bastard. How long have you known her?
Long enough to know I should have followed her the first time I let her go.
My sympathies. I know what that's like. If it makes you feel any better, I still haven't sparred with her.
People might consider you pretty vanilla, but you really like Touhou and Reimu does a good job encompassing the best things about it.
You're a cheerful person who likes to live life as you go, and are always ready for excitement. You like how her attitude reflects yours.
You love seeing girls kick ass and look cool doing it. Most likely a Jojo fan. Probably still salty about Touhou 10-13.
Also a Jojo fan.
You're a weapons fanatic and ready to bust out your katana collection and explain in detail how Japanese smiths worked with metal. You also like nervous anime girls.
Weapons fanatic also, but mostly guns. You're really into military fiction and girls in suits.
You like beautiful ladies and you know it. You look at fanart of her a lot.
You've either been reading or writing fanfiction for years, and have like 20 headcanons for her and her past.
You probably have one or more ships involving her, and tons of doll headcanons.
You're into powerful mysterious ladies but also find it relatable how she sleeps uncaringly for months at a time.
You're either a hardcore PC-98 fan or in love with the idea of a hot lady kicking your ass.
You're a furry. Don't even try to deny it.
You discovered Touhou through the Ronald McDonald video, and most likely thought she was a crazy yandere chick at some point. You really want to leave your past behind you.
You probably like latex, and older women. Or motorcycles. Maybe all of these things. You either think she's pure and too good for this world, or disagree with her entirely but can't bring yourself to dislike her.
You're definitely into older women. You want to be stepped on.
You like science fiction, huge-titted ditzy girls, or both.
You think she's relatable, because she's a shut-in who hates social interaction and just wants to be left alone.
You have enough headcanons to validate liking an unnamed enemy more than any other girl. Probably involved in RP or fanfiction.
You watched Osana Reimu and cried. A lot.
You like every Touhou meme and Chirumiru is your ringtone.
You have never wanted to give somebody a hug so badly in your entire life.
You're either into adorable cute fluffy sparkly things, or gory horror. Probably both.
God you just want an anime waifu already
Probably gay, weak to ripped clothes, and faints at the mere thought of her. Probably consider her the most relatable 2hu.
You're sick of arguing with Mokou fans.
You're most likely from America. You shitpost frequently.
You've read every Touhou print work there is. When ULiL came out you wept tears of joy for three days in a row.
One of the Watatsuki sisters:
You're tired of having to explain to people who your favorite Touhou girl actually is.
Tom’s Publicist: Good Morning (Y/N), I’ve dropped off some stuff for you on your front door.
Tom’s Publicist: For you to wear to the date. Tom’s picking you up in an hour.
You: Oh sure. Thank you.
You opened your door to find a box. You carried it into your room, placing it on a chair before rummaging through it.
Apparently what the publicist refer as “stuff” includes several dresses, 4 pairs of shoes, bags and purses, and even hair accessories. No wonder the box is a bit heavy.
All the dresses seems to be a little extra for a lunch date in a local café. Well except for the simple pale yellow sundress with floral prints.
Putting it on, the dress fell just right above your knees. It flows beautifully. You put on a nude platform sandals and looked at the mirror.
This should do it
“Y/N?” came Tom’s voice, followed by three knocks.
“Coming!” You yelled back, hurriedly grabbing a purse then stuffing in your phone and money.
Opening the door, you greeted him with a cheerful smile, “Hi”
“Hi (Y/N), you look beautiful.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself” you said, blushing a little from his compliment.
“I was thinking that we could walk to the café?. It’s only a few blocks away. I wouldn’t mind driving if don’t want to though,” He asked.
“Sure Tom. I could use some exercise.“
After a 5 minute walk, you both arrived at the café. The bell jingled as Tom opened the door for you, being the gentleman he is.
“Let’s go sit by the glass window. My publicist said the paparazzi would get better shots of us that way.”
After you both had settled in, the waitress came to take your orders.
“What can I get you?” smiled the waitress.
“I’d like a soufflé and a glass of iced tea please,” you ordered.
“And for me, a hot tea and a quackson would be nice,” Tom added smiling at the waitress.
“Excuse me, what?” the waitress asked giving him a weird look.
You tried muffling your laughs, but when Tom looked at you with his confused face you coudln’t help but roar in laughter.
“Tom! You - you just said quackson instead of croissant!”
Realization dawns on his face. “Oh shit. I meant a croissant. A croissant and hot tea would be nice,” he corrected, grimacing a little.
You’re still howling with laughter as the waitress leave. You’re laughing so hard that tears are escaping your eyes.
“Oh my god Tom. I can’t believe that just happened,” you said still chuckling at his red face.
“I’ve been asked to say quackson so many times now that it kinda stuck,” He explained, still not smiling.
“You have to admit it’s funny though,” You snickered.
He cracked a small smile, “I guess it is a little funny.”
With all the fun you’re having, you almost forgot that this is supposed to be a fake date. Almost, but then your phone vibrates.
Tom's publicist added you into a group chat
Tom's Publicist:: You're both doing great.
Tom: How did you know that?
Tom's Publicist: I'm three tables away from you
Both of you looked around the café trying to spot the publicist. Sure enough, he’s sitting in a booth at the corner of the café.
You made eye contact briefly, then he starts tapping on his phone again. You looked back at your phone as it buzzes.
Tom's Publicist: Y/N, put your hand on the table, and Tom put yours on top of hers. This is a great chance.
You could feel the blush creeping up your neck at the thought of this. You lift your head up to see Tom already staring at you, his cheeks tinted with a slight blush.
You placed your hand on the table and Tom looked at you, asking for permission. You nodded, heart racing with anticipation.
As his palm rest on top of your hand, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body. You have a thousands thoughts rushing through your mind.
Why am I being like this. It’s just Tom, I shouldn’t be feeling any of this. It’s even staged for fuck’s sake.
After a few minutes, the paparazzi left but Tom’s hand is still resting on top of yours. You tried continuing the conversation. But it’s kinda hard with his thumb occassionally sweeping back and forth on the back of your hand.
He’s staring at you with such intensity, you felt like you could melt into a puddle. But then the waitress came back, bringing your orders making both of you break the physical contact.
“Do you still have any room left in your stomach?” Tom asked as you both exited the café.
“What do you have in mind?”
“I saw an ice cream truck on the way here. Thought we could maybe make a quick stop,” he grinned, knowing you wouldn’t turn down free ice cream.
Thanks for the ice cream,“ you thanked him, as he handed you your cone. You start licking on your heavenly treat, sighing in content.
Tom chuckled at your antics, “I’m glad you like it that much.” You can only hum in agreement as you continue to devour your sweet treat.
“Y/N, I’m going to try something. Just go with it okay?”
Narrowing your eyes you questioned, “What exactly?”
“Can I try your ice cream?”
“Umm, sure?” You answered, utterly confused. What is he trying to do? You hold out your ice cream for him to try. But instead of licking your ice cream like you thought he would, his soft lips meet yours instead.
Your eyes flew wide open. As you body froze in shock. It’s the most innocent kiss anybody has ever given to you. Even though it only lasted for 3 seconds, it’s enough to leave you feeling lightheaded.
“It worked!” Tom exclaimed all of a sudden. “They’re all taking videos and photos”
You turned around to see a small crowd video-taping you and Tom. Of course it was an act. How stupid of you to think it was real?
Tom held your hand the whole way to your apartment, awaking the butterflies inside your stomach.
“I had a great time today Y/N. Time seems to fly when I’m you,” He smiled at you softly ad you reached your door. “I can’t thank you enough for agreeing to this,”
“Hey, I had fun too. And I should be thanking you for being such a great ‘date’ today,” you assured him, doing the air quotes gesture.
Chuckling Tom said, “Well then I should be going. See you tomorrow!” The he leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, making you suck in a sharp breath.
“Bye Tom,” you squeaked, waving at him before entering your apartment and closing the door. You closed your eyes as you leaned on the door, heart still racing from his forehead kiss.
If you're looking for prompts, might I suggest a pic of Peridot comforting a slightly stressed out Lapis? Something that shows how much Peri tries to help with her fellow gem work through the tough times?