now that i traumatized all of you with this i'm gone*leaves*

anonymous asked:

How are you doing? I love your hcs about the s/o with prosthetic limbs. And I was wondering if you could do the same for Hanzo, Reaper, Sombra and Widowmaker! (I'm a different anon)

No worries and yes!

Hanzo

  • Hanzo had asked you the spring before you lost your limbs if you would marry him. The two of you had been rather excited-you had already made the plans for the following fall, a dress picked out and everything.
  • But then that summer the accident happened and the wedding had to be put on hold
  • To Hanzo, it didn’t matter how long you waited before the wedding as long as you would be okay.
  • He tried as hard as he could to show you that despite your physical changes, his feelings had not changed.
  • But for you, this was a loss. You didn’t feel like there was any way that he could truly want to marry you now that you were like this. After all, Hanzo showed a slight aversion or Omnics…and now you were only half human.
  • As you struggled to get used to your prosthetic limbs, you distanced yourself from Hanzo. It was like you were preparing for the worst, for him to call everything off.
  • And yet…you’d never felt more alone in your life. There was no one that could comfort you, and no one that you wanted more then him.
  • One day he was sick of playing the avoidance game. Hanzo had stormed up the steps of your house, shoved open the door…only to find you crying on the stairs. One of your prosthetic feet had fallen off and you were so tired, just tired of being this person and tired of pretending it didn’t matter and tired of feeling broken, physically and mentally.
  • After a moment of silence, Hanzo had slowly gone and crouched in front of you, picking up your prosthetic foot.
  • “Do not cry, beloved. Your tears make my heart ache,” Hanzo had said quietly, gently re-attaching your foot.
  • Looking away, you’d found it hard to face him after your behavior. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, for all of this. For treating you like that and for…for pushing you away and becoming this burden…” you whispered.
  • Hanzo had scowled instantly and picked you up like the bride you were, carrying you to the couch to sit with him.
  • “Beloved, a burden is a load that is heavy or difficult to bear. You are a gift i cherish every moment, and even with these prosthetic limbs, you are my only delight in this world,” Hanzo said gravely, ever the serious one.
  • Sniffling, you wondered if he really meant that.
  • “Now, no more avoiding me. We have a wedding to plan, y/n, and the sooner the better. I tire of living in a separate home from you,” he said seriously.
  • With half sob half laugh, the two of you sat there, snuggled for the first time in awhile, planned out the remaining details of your wedding as you realized there was no chance of him backing out.

Reaper

  • Despite having become Reaper, your relationship had survived when he had died and changed. Although you didn’t agree with his choices, you couldn’t leave him as you loved him more then anything
  • So when the accident occurred and you ended up having to have your limbs amputated… You grew silent. Cut yourself off, despite getting prosthetic limbs.
  • The event had traumatized you a bit, to be honest, and you felt like a monster for how you looked.
  • Reaper, despite having to lead Talon, was with you most of the time. He didn’t mean to but his worry came out as anger, especially when the doctors said they’d be amputating your limbs
  • This was just another sign to you that Reaper would not love you, not want you, when the deed was said and done. You thought he’d finally throw you out like trash.
  • Honestly though, few things scared a man like him, but your silence did.
  • One day he was sitting next to you, and after a moment you felt a cold hand touch your shoulder gently. In the corner of your eye you saw that Reaper had removed his glove and was watching you seriously.
  • “Y/n..” he rasped. “I’m begging you. Please talk. Say anything. Please.”
  • Turning your face away slowly, you took a shuddering breath. “You should probably go,” you whispered. “You don’t want me like this. I’ll only hold you back.”
  • Reaper leapt to his feet, hands moving to make you look at him. Lifting away his mask, he stared at you in shock and anger and sadness.
  • “Don’t ever say such a thing. I don’t care about your prosthetic limbs, y/n. I care about you,” he said seriously.
  • “But how can you want me when I’m like this?” you challenged, tears stinging your eyes. How could you cry before a man who felt so little emotion half the time?
  • Shaking his head, Reaper moved to sit on the edge of the bed. His expression was open, full of remorse and love and protectiveness. “You don’t understand. y/n, your the only person who makes me feel alive, the only person who makes my heart beat. Prosthetics or no, that isn’t going to change.”
  • For a moment you could only stare, before you let out a soft noise and were surrounded in his arms again, as he held you protectively. You wondered if that was true, but that was more expression you’d seen on his face in a very long time.
  • Reaper helped you grow more comfortable with your limbs, and killed anyone who dared to comment on them.

Sombra

  • She fell in love with you after the accident that led to you getting prosthetics
  • You’ve had prosthetic limbs now for almost a year and have grown quite used to them. The only thing that bothered you was you never felt pretty with them. People seemed to avoid you, other then those you already knew
  • So when Sombra ended up facing you time and time again during missions, even when they were failures, she couldn’t help growing to admire you and even formed a bit of a crush
  • It sucked because Widowmaker made fun of her for liking you, but Sombra got fed up with it at one point and totally broke Widowmakers sniper.
  • That is how Sombra ended up coming to you and Overwatch, seeking protection. Protection of course was her being in a isolated room with bars.
  • Lucky for her, you ended up being her guard and Sombra couldn’t stop herself from flirting with you from day one. Half the time you wondered if she was joking, but Sombra was funny and kind of cute when she was maniacal.
  • One day you two were sitting back to back in the room, as at this point you trusted her. The two of you were playing gold fish, and she’d just won.
  • “Hey chica, want to make the next round interesting?” Sombra said with a wink. “Winner gets a kiss!” That way Sombra could get one no matter what
  • With a roll of your eyes, you started shuffling the deck. “You shouldn’t joke about stuff like that. You’ll make me think i have a shot,” you said, half bitter and then blinked when you realized what you said. You had a bit of a crush on her too, but you didn’t think she’d go for it.
  • “Of course you do. I’m not kidding.I’ll throw myself into your arms now if you want,” Sombra purred, glancing over her shoulder at you. It made you incredulous. Was she kidding?
  • “But why…?” You asked with a frown, turning to look at her.
  • “Because for one, your smoking hot. No joke,” Sombra said, twirling a purple strand around her finger as she looked at the wall across from her. “And for another…i admire your strength. I wish i was as strong as you. You don’t let your limbs stop you and you continue living life like its nothing.”
  • After a moment she turned and smiled almost shyly at you. You’d never really thought of it that way before.
  • Sombra really was kind of cute, you decided, and thought maybe it would work out…maybe she did like you. So, against the better judgement of your superiors, you ended up freeing Sombra and dating her all within the same day. Now you both have a very complicated life when it comes to work, but at the end of the day you know she’ll always be your girl

Widowmaker

  • For her its a bit more complicated
  • At the beginning of your relationship, it really wasn’t about love. Widowmaker hadn’t really felt emotion in a long time, so more or less you were a bit of a plaything, a fling
  • But slowly, the more time you two spent together, she felt herself slowly growing attached
  • In a scary way, it was like her emotions had returned to her, but dulled down.
  • So that moment when after two years of your odd relationship you ended up in an accident, Widowmaker was stunned by the overwhelming sense of panic and worry that consumed her at the thought that she might have lost you.
  • Amelie had joined you in the hospital and sat with you while you went through a series of tests and procedures. All the while she managed to keep her composure.
  • When you woke up to find your limbs amputated and replaced by prosthetics, you thought it was the end. You knew how your relationship had started. Widowmaker had loved pretty things to amuse her. But now…you weren’t even that.
  • So when you saw Widowmaker walk in, holding a tray of coffee and a beignet, you turned away. She was probably here to just cut it off. You didn’t realize she’d been sitting with you for eight whole days, worrying over you.
  • “You’re awake,” she had said slowly.
  • “Yes. Don’t worry, i can imagine what your going to say. It was fun while it lasted, right?” you whispered, not looking at her.
  • For a moment, she had not responded..before stalking over and grabbing your limb. Lifting it, Widowmaker had stared at you and in turn, you were shocked to see angry tears in your eyes.
  • “‘It was fun while it lasted’? Are you joking?” She snarled, her french accent thicker then usual. “Ma Cherie, i was so worried! How dare you, after i spent eight days worrying endlessly in the hospital with you, try and dismiss me like this. I have been so scared! How could you be so foolish?”
  • For a moment you gawked, because honestly her tears were more shocking then the prosthetic limbs you’d woken up with.
  • “B-but…but you…don’t like ugly things…” you said, not understanding.
  • “There is nothing ugly i can see in this room, ma cherie, and certainly not you! I do not care if you have prosthetic limbs or real ones, because it is the you who has captured my heart, not your body,” Widowmaker said, breathing hard. For a moment the two of you could only stare at each other, before Widowmaker pressed the most gentle of kisses to your lips.
  • “I am not leaving,” she says quietly, as if to reaffirm that. “I am not leaving now, nor will i ever. My dove, you have ensnared me in your web. I will never be able to leave, as I love you too much now.”
  • It stunned you, to hear that from her. All this time you wondered if she had ever grown to care for you at all. To know that she loved you…that you had brought life back into the dead heart of widowmaker…it was astonishing.
  • “I…I love you too,” you whispered, holding onto her as though without her, your heart might break.
zodiac horror story (part 2)
  • ig // sassasstrology
  • the signs are camping out in the woods. they're at a cliché, dark, scary old forest where the murderer always comes and kills people. let's see what will happen..
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  • part 1: http://littlekingv.tumblr.com/post/158545307359/zodiac-horror-story-part-1
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  • aries - male
  • taurus - male
  • gemini - female
  • cancer - male
  • leo - female
  • virgo - female
  • libra - female
  • scorpio - male
  • sagittarius - male
  • capricorn - female
  • aquarius - male
  • pisces - female
  • (that's ^ not really important, but if you want to know the genders of the signs i came up with, there they are.)
  • *
  • - previously on ''zodiac horror story''
  • ''virgo: this forest is scary as shit.
  • aquarius: your face is scary as shit.''
  • ''taurus: GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYs. PISCES IS GONE AND THERE'S A TRAIL OF BLOOD. WHAT IS HAPPENING.
  • pisces: *screams*
  • cancer: PISCEEESSESEESS.''
  • - this time on ''zodiac horror story''
  • *
  • the signs are all traumatized by what just happened. did pisces die? is she still alive? who knows. the signs are sitting in taurus' tent, waiting for the perfect moment to come out.
  • aries: this tent is tOO FUCKING SMALL. WHYYY DID YOU BUY THIS SMALL ASS TENT, TAURUS?!
  • taurus: well, aries, because i wanted to have a tent all for myself because i don't want to sleep with any of you in one tent. and it was really small and cute, i just had to buy it. couldn't resist.
  • cancer: then why are we in this tent and not in yours, aries? you have the biggest tent out of all of us.
  • aries: the tent is only meant for sagittarius and me.
  • scorpio: then don't fucking complain about being in the smallest tent. you are the one who doesn't want to share your big ass tent, so it's your fault that we are here, in this tent.
  • virgo: y'all know that we could easily move to my tent? my tent is the second biggest.
  • leo: what if the killer is outside?
  • aquarius: who the fuck said that there was a killer?
  • gemini: WELL, MAYBE BECAUSE PISCES IS GONE AND THERE WAS A BLOOD TRAIL AND SHE SCREAMED AND LIKE MAYBE SOMEONE KILLED HER.
  • capricorn: she could've easily fell.
  • gemini: true, but can you also explain how she's gone all of the sudden and why she screamed so loudly?
  • aquarius: aliens.
  • sagittarius: guys, don't worry. she'll probably be back soon. gemini left too and here she is.
  • gemini: hehe.
  • libra: is pisces gone?
  • scorpio: *hits libra with a flashlight*
  • capricorn: so.. are we going to move from tent or what?
  • aquarius: i just want to sleep, man.
  • taurus: saaMEEEE.
  • cancer: should we just go outside and check if anything's outside?
  • virgo: yes.
  • leo: who's going first?
  • sagittarius: i will go first, i don't care 'bout shit.
  • sagittarius slowly peeks his head out. he crawls out of the tent.
  • sagittarius: no one's here! you all can come out!
  • everyone crawls out of the tent.
  • aquarius: hmm.. what time is it?
  • cancer: *grabs phone out of pocket* ehh.. 3:34 AM.
  • aquarius: OH MY GOD I WANT TO SLEEP.
  • scorpio: well, we aren't going to sleep until we find pisces. let's split up.
  • aries: what?! are you out of your fucking mind?!
  • virgo: why can't we just stick together..?
  • scorpio: if we split up, we have the chance to find pisces faster.
  • gemini: not if she's dead lol.
  • scorpio: she's not. she can't be.
  • capricorn: she can..
  • cancer: WE DON'T CARE. we're going to find her, whether she's alive or not. we can't just leave a friend behind.
  • sagittarius: well, she basically left us behind.
  • aquarius: can i just stay here and sleep?
  • taurus: yeah, can i stay here too?
  • scorpio: no.
  • cancer: wait, what if taurus and aquarius stay here and watch our stuff, and we are going to find pisces.
  • capricorn: good idea.
  • leo: can we just go already?
  • virgo: i ain't leaving if we are all going to split up. i don't want to go alone.
  • cancer: we ain't going alone. we're going in groups. you and capricorn will go that way, leo and libra that way, sagittarius and gemini that way and scorpio, aries and i will go that way.
  • virgo: ugh, fine.
  • cancer: great, let's go.
  • scorpio: and be careful y'all.
  • libra: yay, adventure!
  • all the groups are out in the woods, looking for pisces, not knowing where they are, or where to go. let's see how capricorn and virgo are doing out in the woods.
  • virgo: it's sooooo cold.
  • capricorn: i know.
  • virgo: why does this happen to us?! why, oh, why?!!!!!?!?!
  • capricorn: calm down! we're just going to walk around, head back and then we're just going to say that we didn't find pisces. end.
  • virgo: what!? i don't want to lie!
  • capricorn: well, too bad! pisces probably just left us because we didn't listen to her.
  • virgo: she wouldn't! she would've told me.
  • capricorn: maybe not.
  • virgo: she's my best friend. why wouldn't she?
  • capricorn: soo.. you're her best friend, still you don't want find her. okay.
  • virgo: what? who said that?
  • capricorn: you did. all you were worrying about is splitting up.
  • virgo: that's just because i'm afraid to go alone in the woods, okay?!
  • capricorn: you didn't even say anything when she went missing or when she screamed or when there was a blood trail on the ground.
  • virgo: i-i.. i don't know.
  • capricorn: of course you don't.
  • capricorn starts walking while virgo stands still, not knowing what to do or say.
  • capricorn: hurry the fuck up.
  • virgo: *sigh*
  • let's see how taurus and aquarius are doing.
  • taurus: i wish i had some pizza right now.
  • aquarius: oh my lord. why did you say that?!
  • taurus: BECAUSE I WANT PIZZA.
  • aquarius: I'M HUNGRY NOW, THANKS.
  • taurus: i have chips in my bag if you want.
  • aquarius: yes please.
  • taurus walks over to his tent and grabs a bag of chips out of his bag.
  • taurus: *sing hallelujah*
  • aquarius: *sings with taurus*
  • taurus: do you want a drink?
  • aquarius: yes.
  • taurus: coke?
  • aquarius: yes!
  • taurus walks over to his tent again.
  • taurus: aqua, do you know where my mini-fridge thingy is?
  • aquarius: uhh.. no?
  • taurus: uughhhhh. someone probably stole it.
  • aquarius walks over to taurus to help him find it.
  • aquarius: uhhh.. maybe behind your tent?
  • they go behind the tent and they see a light in the distance.
  • taurus: hey, do you see that light too?
  • aquarius: yeah..
  • taurus: should we go to it?
  • aquarius: uhh.. i don't know man..
  • taurus: i'm going.
  • aquarius: w-what?!
  • taurus walks towards the light.
  • aquarius: fucking hell.
  • aquarius follows taurus.
  • taurus: heeyy, it's my mini-fridge and a flashlight!
  • taurus picks up the fridge and flashlight.
  • aquarius: phew.
  • aquarius walks back to the camp.
  • aquarius: *looks behind him* taur-taurus? what are you doing? why are you standing there? come on!
  • taurus falls on the ground with 4 knives in his back and one knife in the back of his head. he's.... dead.
  • aquarius: *screams*
  • scorpio: aquarius?
  • *
  • rest in peace taurus.. you will be missed..
  • *
  • stay tuned for part 3, and thanks for reading!

anonymous asked:

I'm gonna go on a rant for a minute, so I apologize in advance: Moon's entire demeanor when Toffee said Star was gone was just...heartbreaking and it's one of my fav scenes of the movie because of how realistic she is when a parent is told their child is dead. I mean, I can go on and on about it. You?

HOLY SHIT YA’LL THAT MOMENT. I swear, the last half of the movie basically amounted to ‘how can we traumatize Moon the most?’ That moment hurt. Same with Moon and Marco slowly piecing together the broken half of the wand in the hope it would somehow save Star.

One I don’t see many people mentioning (yet; it just came out today) is the whole Whispering Spell bit. Like. Holy shit. Star calling Moon ‘mommy’, which she only does when she’s in trouble (she does it a lot this movie). Moon breaking the rock under her with her fists out of desperation and fear for her child. Star resigning herself- she knew it would destroy her body, she was mostly sure it would lead her to Toffee but not 100%, she had no clue if she would be able to come back or if she would wipe herself out of history- and telling Ludo it’s not over yet, telling them all it was too late to back out, apologizing for leaving them, holy shit holy shit holy shit.

Hosting/Reporting Blues

@the-asexual-reaper requested: “The Jim twins, Bim, and Wilford bonding over journalism and being TV hosts? (also, I’m happy to hear you’re doing better! :D )” 

i kinda went with one jim if that’s okay? hope you enjoy and everyone else too

@slim-jims @pleaseletthisjimbetaken @damien-iplier @xdamienplier @markiderps @bitten1ce @jim-and-jims-protection-blog @alliedoesstuff @jim-is-coming

     News reporter Jim had been sitting at his desk for hours, going through reports weather man Jim and field reporter Jim had given him, sighing as he took a moment to remove his glasses and rub his eyes. The reports were nice, but…more than anything, they involved something that happened to one of the Jims that wasn’t good, whether it was one of them taking a great tumble or some of the equipment becoming broken. For one thing, the Jims wanted to become good reporters and hosts like Wilford or Bim, but that dream was becoming far-fetched at this point. They kept having issues with their stories not getting much attention, half the time things not being recorded properly or something else going horribly wrong. As news reporter Jim fumed over the reports and the rising doubt of the Jims not being successful, Wilford popped his head in. “Everything alright there, Jim?”, he asked, stepping into the room. Jim was startled for a moment, too involved in his own mind to notice Wilford was there. 


“Not entirely, no…Do you have a moment to talk, Wilford?“ 


"Why do you think I came in? You looked a little down, I felt like popping in to see what’s up!" 


Jim paused for a moment, surprised. Him and the other Jims were new egos in the building, everyone slowly getting use to their strange antics. He glanced down at the reports on his desk, Wilford’s eyes following. He didn’t say anything, realizing what was going on. "The other Jims and I…We don’t seem to be as popular with our reporting like your’s…Things seem to go wrong or it is just too ridiculous to some. Do you think we should keep reporting at all?”, Jim asked, not daring to look up at Wilford while asking, until Wilford gave a loud, hearty laugh. “Do you think I got a lot of attention when I started reporting and hosting? It took a while for people to find what I was doing entertaining to them, and even longer to gain the audience I have now. Don’t get me wrong, I have had my share of awful mishaps happening during such things, so you are definitely not alone with that, along with your lack of confidence in your work, I have felt that too myself" 


"You have? Really?” Jim was even more surprised now. Wilford was always the incredibly confident one of the egos, besides Bim and Bing, not really caring towards what others thought of him when he did his own thing. To even hear Wilford say that he has had a lack of confidence was shocking. 


“Let’s not forget Wilford becoming so panicked before going on camera one time that he wore his whole outfit backwards, but went with it anyway”, Bim said, stepping into the room. Another hosting and reporting legend in the same room as Wilford? Jim didn’t know if he could handle this. Wilford pouted at Bim’s comment, but didn’t deny it. “Even I, the wonderful and amazing Bim Trimmer, have moments of doubt before going on camera and hosting my show. I understand how you feel with doubting your work as well, and Wilford does as well I imagine. But I can tell you the mistakes I have had happened to me are waaay worse than his!”


“Oh, we’ll have to see about that, won’t we, Bimmy?”, Wilford said, chuckling. Jim was astonished, hearing the reporting legend Wilford Warfstache and hosting legend Bim Trimmer say they have had mistakes and doubts before on their work. It was reassuring to Jim, knowing that even his idols have gone through what he’s going through. 


For the next three hours, though, the three of them got to share hilarious instances of things going wrong while hosting and reporting. Cameras not working and not recording when they’re suppose to, lines and words getting messed up and mixed up, the nervousness getting to them which caused hilarious stories of before-the-show prepping and accidents. Jim was becoming relaxed around his idols, never having the chance to talk to them this long. Hearing about their accidents during and before shows, their anxiety and fear of being on camera and before getting on camera, along with how long it took them to gain an audience was extremely relieving to him. It let him know that in time, him and the other Jims will become almost as famous as Wilford and Bim. 


“…and that’s how I figured out to never have five cups of coffee before a show with some accidental 5 hour energy! The studio we filmed at still doesn’t allow me to enter for fear of their crewmen becoming traumatized again by me” Bim laughed, shaking his head. Wilford and Jim laughed along with him, Wilford patting Bim’s shoulder. 

“Not everyone can handle your extreme energy and…secret abilities, Bim”, Wilford grinned as Bim suppressed another laughing fit. Jim smiled, obviously happy with this. 


“You know…You both have relieved me of my doubts now. At least now I know that even the most amazing reporters and hosts have their bad days and…that one day me and the other Jims will be up there with you two”, Jim stated shyly, messing with the button on his shirt sleeve.


“That’s the spirit Jim! You’ll become the best reporters known to mankind! I mean, you guys have reported on stuff no one has ever thought about before, which is pretty incredible!”, Bim grinned.


“Bimmy here is right, it just takes time. And people who enjoy seeing some goofs on camera, but honestly, we all enjoy all you Jims’ reporting nonsense, it is refreshing to see some new stuff around here besides the same old faces”, Wilford chuckled as Bim playfully hit his arm (“Who are you calling old?! My face is ageless!”). Jim couldn’t help but to grin, stress off his shoulders for the moment and immediately started going through the reports again, writing notes down furiously. Wilford and Bim gave each other a knowing look, getting up and saying they’ll see the Jims at the next meeting, excited to see what they have in store to show. Jim watched them leave, muttering a small “thank you”, to which Wilford and Bim both smiled as they walked off to other business they needed to attend to- or well, needed to attend to hours ago. Helping a good friend makes you forget time easily. 

anonymous asked:

SHY SID IN THE MOB AU!!!! something I never knew I needed until this moment Mob! Geno starting out super angry/scary when he realizes his Sid is gone (maybe he saw the swap? He knows this is Not His Sid) but when he realizes he's traumatizing this new Sid he's like... it's not mine, but how could I ever hurt it? And being extra gentle around this new Sid Meanwhile, Mob! Sid is like GENO I CAN KILL A MAN WITH MY BARE HANDS IF YOU ASK ME IF I'M OKAY ONE MORE TIME-!

omGOD YESSS. Just…shy sid very quietly sipping his mug of tea and looking at a pacing mafia boss geno through his lashes, and immediately averting his gaze when Geno looks back at him.

“Are you afraid of me, Sidney?” Geno asks, sitting close to Sid, but leaving a few inches of space between them. This Sidney feels so…breakable.

Sidney nods and does not meet Geno’s eyes. Geno sighs and hopes his husband isn’t traumatizing the other world

-

(meanwhile in the other world, Sidney has knocked out three guys at a bar who tried to touch his ass, and Geno is holding him back

“Touch me one more time,” Sidney is screaming. “Touch me one more time and my husband’s cutting off all of your fingers and shoving them up your ass!” 

“I’m not do that!” Geno yells, pulling Sid back, and saying to the bar, “So sorry, we go now, sorry, sorry.”

I’m going to empty your skull and make it a cup to drink out of,” Sidney yells in Russian. “Teach you to touch me one more time!” 

anonymous asked:

I've seen a lot of people pretty upset that Barry is going to be gone, worried he'll be gone forever and so on. Now, don't get me wrong I understand that but the flash comics are so amazing because of the flash family. Plus I am kind of excited about Wally taking up the mantel which I hope they do. At least for a bit. Barry has gotten so broody I hope they use this time in the speed force as a reset for his character. Wally is such a fun Flash I'm excited to see that. If that's what they do.

Hmm… I struggle with this.

“Barry has gotten so broody I hope they use this time in the speed force as a reset for his character” is not a sentiment I can personally jive with.

Barry’s been through hell in the past three years. I get that he’s broody, but he’s… severely traumatized, grieving, full of survivor’s guilt, potentially depressed, and has demonstrated behavior that’s made me think he veers toward suicidal ideation. 

And while that is “broody”… what else is gonna happen to someone who is betrayed by his mentor, gets people killed because of his poor planning, watches his mother die, comes back to stop her killer only to lose and watches a good friend die to save them all, sees a blackhole that is his fault kill another friend of his and likely many other people and causes breeches that bring Zoom to this earth, gets his back broken, thinks a friend has died, gets betrayed again, loses his powers, literally disintegrates, has a good friend get kidnapped and traumatized, watches his father die right when he thought he had some control again, watches himself die (time remnant 1), fucks up the timeline and watches a friend on the verge of death because of his choices (again), fixes the timeline (leaving the one that made him happiest) behind only to find out he’s totally fucked it up and his bff’s brother is dead now, finds out his other good friend has powers that literally fuck with her emotions and moral compass because he messed with her life, and then finds out that because of all this, the love of his life is likely to die (and oh yeah, it’s because he kills her).

Originally posted by parisblakestuff

Like… that isn’t a rant at you. That was me just literally trying to make a small list but it grew and grew and grew accidentally because… damn has he been through so goddamn much?

They all have, and they all deserve space to grieve and heal.

But that was the whole narrative theme of both 3x01 (Flashpoint) and 3x21 (Cause and Effect). They both show ways in which Barry could be happy. One is if he’d never lost his parents and lived this life, so that he’s unburdened by all of this. The other is if he’s… literally unburdened. Without the weight of his memories, Barry is adorably chipper and happy and excited and a lot more like his season-1 self? And some people found that episode to be filler but I think it really hammers this characterization point home: Barry is actively suffering emotionally due to the past three seasons of trauma.

So I’d love to see the Flash family taking off - to see Wally growing into the mantle and to see him and Cisco working together with Iris, to see Caitlin on the fringes finding her own weird way, to see Joe trying to cope but having the love and support of his family. To see them all fighting crime and doing well.

And when Barry comes back into it, I don’t really want him to be plucky and happy again if it means erasing what he’s been through, or hopping him up on a false sense of security (like the speedforce first did when it told him he was special and chosen before his dad died). I want him to have had time and space (and the rest of them too) to cope and heal and to move forward from there, heavy but hopeful, full of smiles but sombre when he needs to be.

I mean… I actually don’t expect him to get there yet. He’s got more growing yet to do. But I just… don’t ever want to “reset” his character. We’ve seen them do that twice already, if only for an episode, and while it was adorable and lovely to see him happy… he deserves to move forward not to be wiped clean.

apermanentsituation  asked:

Hi! I've just read your meta masterlist written for someone who wanted to convince their friends that deancas is real. First of all - thank you, what a treat to have it all in one place. The best Matrix red pill of them all. Second of all - "the entire S8, which was basically a demented Jane Eyre AU" - could you elaborate on that? I'm mighty interested.

Hi! Thanks for that - uhm - it’s missing a lot of stuff, though. I’m sure there are better masterposts out there, and I actually looked for them, but all I could find was fanfiction stuff.

As for the Jane Eyre thing - I should say I’m a fan of the Brontë sisters, so it wasn’t supposed to be an insult or anything, but it’s hard to deny that those kind of novels (particularly Wuthering Heights) are over the top and überdramatic and there’s almost an unhealthy focus on love and falling in love and what happens if you lose that and how your life can never be complete without that one person who means everything, and if that person is your foaming-at-the-mouth insane half-brother, so be it. And the thing is, Supernatural seasons often hinge around powerful and borderline soap-operish themes (the whole ‘almost orphans desperately looking for their father while killing things’ was very Dickens, in a way - if Dickens had been high on opium and cocaine and stuff, that is), but S8 really went above and beyond. I mean, even without the big love story for the fucking ages supporting the entire narrative arc, it was full of OMG and oh no! moments

  • Sam is all alone in the world and may have found love but oh no! his brother’s back from the dead and super pissed and oh no! the woman he probably loves is actually not a widow and OMG what next?
  • Hunter Dean found himself a new best friend but oh no! he’s a vampire drawn to human blood but OMG he’s promised to abstain forever and fight his own instincts every day for eternity but oh no! what happens if he can’t?
  • There is a way to banish all demons from the Earth but oh no! it’s a magic spell that requires a human sacrifice and oh no! Sam actually wants to do that and is it guilt or depression or martyrdom or OMG is he simply that heroic??!?

- so much Gothic extravaganza, the list could go on and on. But, as I said, at the heart of it all are Dean and Cas, and what’s going on with them is so sappy and romantic even Charlotte Brontê would have edited some stuff out.

Like, I don’t even know where to start. 

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anonymous asked:

Hello are you still taking requests? 5,7 and 93, please. Ignore this if you aren't :) thank you.

So this starts out one way, and then it took a turn and I just… let it.  Because life does that.  And because I need to stop erasing and rewriting everything I put down. So yeah.  It’s not in any ‘verse, though it could be a new one—Shit-We-Won’t-Tell-The-Grandkids ‘verse, maybe.

“What do you mean you’re leaving?”/ “Please, I’m begging you.”/ “I owe you what?”

“Sorry, I’ll only be a second, I just need to grab a—is that my razor?” Molly stopped short before she got to the medicine cabinet.

“Well I was hardly going to ruin mine just for my legs.  The blades cost £4 each.  You’re dripping, by the way.”

“Bollocks,” she said, putting her hand over the sink while she opened the medicine cabinet.  She really should keep plasters downstairs in the kitchen, since that was where most of the injuries in her flat occurred (very few of them actually hers), but it just felt weird and wrong to do that.

She heard the sounds of Sherlock getting out of the bath behind her and clamped down on the urge to look; she’d seen him naked a million times before (she was a doctor, not a woman, and modesty was for other people anyway) but never with shaved legs and she was a bit curious if he’d gone any higher.  She was really a terrible person.

“Why are you bleeding so much? Did you hit an artery?” he asked, peering down at her hand.

“No, but I did take off part of my thumbnail with the cheese grater.  Don’t worry, I picked it out of the cheese, so no one’s getting any surprises on their pizza.”

“Shame, it’d be a bit like finding la fève in a King cake.”

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Ron Anderson TWD - The Meta

okay, let’s do this. i want to get this out of my system. i rewatched 6x09 just to reopen the wound so this should be good. :)

The wasted character - Ron Anderson

the majority of the fandom hated Ron (scratch that - the whole Anderson family). which was deliberately supposed to happen i think (oops). like i’ve mentioned in my 6x09 meta post they created the kid for one purpose only and that was shooting Carl’s eye out but of course he couldn’t just do that randomly right…? they had to give Ron reasons thus giving the character depth. they had to make him three-dimensional. they had to create a path which led to him pointing the gun at the Grimes’. and i gotta admit they did a pretty fucking awesome job because Ron was as three-dimensional as a character can get under this short period of time. that’s the reason why i love him so much. the eyerony of this shit is - pun intended - they created this amazing build up just to have Ron shoot Carl ACCIDENTALLY. WHAT? IF YOU’RE GOING THERE WHY NOT MAKE HIM DO IT ON PURPOSE? BECAUSE IT WOULD’VE ACTUALLY MADE SENSE THAT WAY? BECAUSE THAT WAY YOU WOULD’VE ACTUALLY GIVE THIS CHARACTER SOME RESPECT? WHAT’S LOGIC? WHAT’S LIFE? and that is what i think makes Ron such a wasted potential. they created such a raw and honest and flawed character JUST to do the “dirty” work. the growth this kid could’ve had and wasting a redemption arc like this are both fucking unbelieveable.

what is also fucking unbelieveable is the amount of hatred this character’s got from the fandom. of course the show is operating with characters who have been on TWD since s1. it’s not surprising that fans tend to not be open at first when new characters are introduced. which is fine. it’s a normal reaction. i didn’t really like Ron at first either. but i do find that ridiculous when someone loves and understands a character like Daryl Dixon - and we all know what he’s been through - but they just CAN’T understand and/or sympathize with Ron’s situation…are you aware that Daryl and Ron are basically two sides of the same coin? you call a grown ass man with a past like his ‘precious misunderstood baby’ for example but a teenager is ‘a trash asshole’. congratulations hypocrite. (note: i love Daryl please leave my head on.)

and now let’s have a closer look on Ron’s life shall we because apparently there are people in the fandom who think he didn’t have any reason to hate Rick. or to be troubled. [coughs] [pulls out long ass list out of thin air jESUS GIRL CALM DOWN] where do i start: domestic abuse (both done to you and your family) + people turning their heads in the other way in your community and basically ignoring the domestic violence because they need the abuser for medical reasons + father killed by the new guy who thinks he’s God (abusive asshole or not it’s still traumatic) + mom is romantically interested in the same guy who killed dad + girfriend is romantically interested in mini-God (Carl) + probably having no one to talk to + having to adapt to the end of the world under little to no time + mom and brother eaten alive in front of you (bonus: *chop chop*) = damaged goods…[Rebel Wilson voice] whoop there it is. call THIS an easy life.

and for the people who say he was an asshole to begin with please stop talking and watch the very first interaction between Ron and Carl. he’s just the most gentle and kindest baby.

The wasted talent: Austin Abrams

Austin killed it. his portrayal of Ron’s inner turmoil was insanely good. what i particularly like about Austin is that he’s acting and talking with hands, eyes, face, voice, body at the same time and it’s in “harmony”. that’s a hard fucking thing to do. and he nailed this “harmony” in every fucking scene he had. I could smyphatize with Ron because the portrayal felt real and that’s why I wanted more and more and more of this character. and I did. I still do but 6x09’s happened…

The wasted relationship: Ron x Carl

The love triangle: so I don’t know what’s the reason but it seems like writers are obsessed with the 'OMG LET’S MAKE A LOVE TRIANGLE’ idea. to quote @gr8writingtips “writing tip #1374: instead of a love triangle try doing literally anything else”. it’s boring, it’s superficial and it’s the most cliche of all the cliches. this show is on its 6th season. it can’t just disrespect its audience with a love triangle. i mean come on. character development, interaction between the characters, backstories of the characters, bonding between the characters. these are what most of the fans are interested in at this point.

Ron x Carl - The friendship: let me ask you a question TWD writers? why the fuck do you hate one of your main characters so much? when was the last time Carl had a friend around his age? or had a decent interaction or bonding experience with the people on the show (except Judith)? do you realize what kind of friendship could have been between these two? with Carl teaching Ron how to live and survive in this world? supporting each other and protecting each other on runs? i wanted to see Ron learn how this life works. i wanted to see them interact. would have watched the shit out of these two becoming best friends.

Ron x Carl - The relationship: so here’s the thing. these kids had INSANE chemistry. AND THE SHOW HAS DECIDED TO DO NOTHING WITH IT! YOU HAVE DECIDED TO GO WITH SOMETHING AS CLICHE AS A LOVE TRIANGLE! YOU COULD HAVE MADE CARL GRIMES BISEXUAL (and of course Ron too). DO YOU REALIZE HOW AMAZING THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN? HAVING ONE OF YOUR MAIN MALE CHARACTERS BISEXUAL? THERE’S YOUR ORIGINAL IDEA AMC! reasons: representation in this fucking show is very rare. if you would have gone through with this idea the love triangle could have actually create a great base for the relationship (frenemies-friends-lovers and who’s not a sucker for that trope). you don’t ignore the obvious chemistry. insane character development for both Ron and Carl (if you still go through with Ron’s family dying and Carl’s getting shot but with not Ron shooting Carl’s eye out and not making Ron watch how Rick chops his mom’s hand off). cute scenes between these two i mEAN HAVE YOU SEEN THE HANDHOLDING (dat post got me famous what up)?!?!!? Enid just being her own badass self and teasing and supporting the boys and being grossed out by all the love and have them as her best friends without being a love interest…i mean COME ON.

to quote @indie-arrow “bitter little espresso deserved better”.

Bonus: Jessie and Sam

like i said they HAD to make Ron three-dimensional. they didn’t have a choice. in Jessie and Sam’s case though they had and they chose to go with the easier path which was making both of them this weird 2D/3D mix of a characters. and it seems like they made these two more two-dimensional than three-dimensional. i think that’s why they seemed kinda simple. like in Sam’s case his fearfulness was enhanced thus introducing him as a coward which was totally not the case if you look closer and think but you know. it’s whatever. and in Jessie they enhanced this semi-shallowness which sounds weird but that was really the case. like i said we were supposed to hate them (again: oops). but they still had potential.

i mean i don’t know man i just found the Anderson family really interesting and i just wanted to see them develop and grow. fuck my life. *mic drop*

Some people think transitioning is so simple, like this is your life now, the past doesn’t matter, you’ve always been a guy, everything is fine and you have a normal life now, no one needs to know your history and you can forget about it. But no amount of medical or social transition is going to change my past or fix all the dissonance in my life. It’s easy to say “just leave it all behind”. I can’t simply leave it all behind, it’s literally my whole life. What am I supposed to do, edit my past in my head until I’m delusional and believe a fake story? Pretend I have no past and I just came to be in my 20s with a messed up hybrid body? I should accept my history as it is (which again some people think it’s such a simple thing to do, as if the physical reality you’ve gone through hadn’t been almost traumatic). I just feel this has fucked me up so much as a person and in a way that’s harder to fix than the physical body.

How About that Reconciliation

Before the finale aired, I was worried that the GF crew wouldn’t resolve the Stan twins’ conflict in a satisfying way–and I will gladly admit to being wrong about that. Yes, it was a little fast, but the content of how it was accomplished really blows me away–and there’s enough left open that we can fill in the gaps anyway with fanon. So of course, I had to write an essay about it.

This is just another interpretation to add to the ever-expanding library, but this still means a lot to me, so I’m gonna toss my thoughts out into the ether anyway.

(This is the first part of a two-part essay–the second part is here)

Part 1: Stanley

It’s always best to believe in oneself, but a little help from others can be a great blessing.

–Uncle Iroh

Codependency

If you want to know the assumptions I’m making about Stan’s psyche with regards to his brother, I wrote an analysis post a while back about why I felt that Ford’s refusal to reconcile with him after NWHS may have been to Stan’s benefit. (Just to be clear, this does not give Ford a free pass or mean that his behavior was not hurtful–just that reconciliation at that time in that way probably wouldn’t have lasted long.)

The short version is that Stan has serious codependency issues, and if his sense of self-worth is still riding on his relationship with his brother/ability to accomplish things, getting rewarded right after reactivating the portal would only reinforce those thoughts instead of help him to break free.

Stan has grown a lot since Ford left. He’s built a successful business, he has a place in the town of Gravity Falls. He’s a father figure to Soos. And he’s grown tremendously just since the kids showed up. But his issues with Ford, and his father, are still lurking in his heart waiting to get set off again when Ford shows up.

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Loss Of A Loved One:

PJ: PJ was there with you when you received the call that your grandma had passed away.  She had been sick for a while and you knew this was coming, but she was like a second mother to you.  It was hard for you to grasp that someone so close to you was really gone.  PJ was your saving grace through the rough times.  He would stay with you and be close when you needed someone to talk to or cuddle with, but he would also give you your space when you needed to be alone.  The thing that helped the most, though, was the way PJ would help you slowly remember the good times.  It would obviously take some time to think about your grandma without feeling the tears well up in your eyes, but PJ made the process quicker.  Whenever you were particularly sad or upset, he would talk to you about the happy times you had with your grandma or have you tell stories about silly or interesting or just happy memories you had with her.  You knew the grieving process was a hard one to deal with, but you were glad you had PJ there to help you cope.

Chris: You’ve been upset ever since Chris came home to see you crying on the living room couch.  You told him the news about your uncle passing away from an illness and since then, its just been rough.  Your uncle was young and you loved him more than anything, so when you heard that he had passed away it seemed like your world stopped.  Chris knew how close you were to your uncle and knew how much this must have impacted you.  He hated seeing you so upset, but wasn’t exactly the best at helping people cope.  It just wasn’t one of his strong suits.  If he saw you sad, he would try to cheer you up by taking your mind off of it or doing something really stupid in a n attempt to make you laugh.  Sometimes it worked and you chuckled a bit before helping him clean up whatever he broke trying to make you smile. But at other times, you just ignored him.  When that happened, he simply walked over and put his arm around you.  You would cry into his shoulder and he would sit there rubbing your back, reassuring you that he was there for you whenever you needed him.  

Phil: It’s been hard ever since you got the call saying that your close family friend had passed on.  You couldn’t help but remember all the times you spent with your family friend, how you practically considered them family, and how all of that was now over.  Just thinking about your friend made you upset, and Phil knew that.  He would never bring up your friend or mention anything about your situation.  But, he also didn’t pretend everything was fine.  He was around you a lot more and comforted you whenever he got the chance.  The only time he would talk about the incident was when he realized you looked especially sad.  When he was worried about you, he would walk over to you and ask if you were okay.  That’s all he would say, are you okay.  You would either nod your head and go back to whatever you were doing, or ,more commonly, shake your head and break down in tears.  When that happened, Phil was always there for you to cry with.  He would stroke your hair and talk to you.  He would talk to you about anything that came to his mind.  It always made you feel better hearing his voice and feeling his embrace, knowing that he will be there with you through this trying time.

Dan: Dan knew how close you were to your grandpa, so he also knew how hard it would be for you when you got the news that he was gone.  You were upset, but not just sad upset.  You went through an array of emotions over this traumatic event.  You were sad at losing your grandpa, angry because it seemed no one was there to help, frustrated that someone so good had to die, and just confused by the whole event.  What helped you get through all these crazy emotions was Dan.  He assumed a punching bag kind of persona to help you through this time.  If you were sad, he was there with your favorite drink and a box of tissues.  If you were angry, he was there to hug you and was ready to take any kind of hitting or yelling you had packed inside you.  It made you feel better being able to express your emotions to someone, and Dan was there for you.  

rpbattleman  asked:

Ahoge prompt 3. Class 78 are playing hide- and-seek (don't question it), and Naegi is the undisputed champion. All because he uses his hoodie to hide his ahoge. Bonus if Junko's it and the others want her to stop bothering this stranger.

A/N read the first ahoge prompt

Ultimate Disguise - Naegi w/o his ahoge

Naegi was still not over the fact that his classmates only see him for his ahoge.

The whole concept was so ridiculous that he cannot believe it himself. Well that was until he experienced it. Sure, his ahoge is part of his look but he didn’t imagine it to be a core part of his identity. He realized that it was a serious matter when even the faculty of the school could not recognize him . They even tried to kick him off campus when he started claiming to be himself because the profile picture didn’t match.

It’s been a month since that incident and although it was a traumatizing experience for him, to his classmates, it was just a weird incident where a stranger came in while he was absent. They were really worried about him and he’s touched over that but he’s still hurt over the fact that they honestly couldn’t recognize him. Talk about a haircut gone wrong. He almost lost his identity.

But moving on from the incident, he also realized that there was a silver lining to this discovery.

He had the ultimate disguise.

He could gel down his ahoge or wear a hat and then he’d be virtually a stranger in the next moment. He tried it more than once and it’s never failed him. At first he wasn’t sure what to do with this newfound ability since there wasn’t any practical function for it. But when his classmates suggested a game of hide and seek, he knew. He knew he was destined for greatness.

What better way to hide than to hide his ahoge?

Now he’s the undisputed champion at hide and seek.

“Gotcha!”

And Junko was here to challenge him.

“Game’s over, folks! I caught Naeggs!” Junko hollered as she tightly held onto Naegi’s arm while she dragged him towards the others.

Naegi just smirked at her as he smugly asked, “Did you really?”

“What?”

Then everyone else turned their attention to them.

“Finally! Now we can start a new game!” Leon pumped his fists excitedly until his face dropped into a look of confusion. “Okay, so where’s the lucky guy?”

“Yes, we were expecting you’ve caught Naegi.” Sayaka seconded. “But who is this stranger you have with you?”

“Uh, HELLO?” Junko looked at them incredulously. “This IS Naeggs.”

“Hello to you too!” Asahina replied cheerfully. “But seriously, where’s Naegi?”

“And did this stranger agree to come along with you?” Sakura asked in concern.

“Ugh! What the hell is wrong with you guys?! Are you blind or something!!” Junko yelled disgruntledly. “There is no stranger. There is only Naeggs and it’s this guy!”

“I believe we will be the judge of that.” Yamada refuted. “And this character you brought with you is nowhere close to his character design.”

“It seems you are sorely mistaken.” Celes politely smiled. “I know you must be desperate to win but you could have at least brought a stranger that looks remotely like him.”

“Bitch, what did you just say?” Junko glared at her.

“Fighting is not allowed in a school environment!” Ishimaru quickly intervened. “And neither is abduction of people.”

“There is no kidnapping! It’s Naeggs and he came along with me!” Junko explained exasperatedly. “Look! I’ll even prove it!”

And then without warning, Junko pulled back Naegi’s hoodie.

“There! See! It’s him!” She yelled triumphantly.

A tense silence filled the air.

“Uhh, is it just me or I don’t see it.” Hagakure commented.

“WHAT???” Junko turned to look at Naegi–

Only to see him smiling back at her, with his ahoge gelled down.

You little shit!!

“Are we done wasting our time here?” Togami scoffed as he turned away. “That peasant is always troublesome to find anyways. We’re better off looking for him than squandering our resources here.”

“I a-agree with m-master.” Fukawa stammered. “Huge knockers here just b-brought a knock off.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know that these babies are natural!” Junko squawked indignantly.

“I think she meant the person.” Chihiro timidly corrected. “For now let’s just look for Naegi.”

“Yeah, leave this guy alone.” Mondo said as he turned to Naegi. “Sorry for getting you involved, buddy.”

“Why are you apologizing to him? When you should be apologizing to ME!” Junko demanded as she stomped her feet in frustration.

“Well that’s that then.” Kirigiri declared as she clapped her hands and announced, “Let’s continue our search for Naegi.”

“Stop telling people that he’s missing! He’s right here, guys!!” Junko yelled at them.

“Just let it go, sis. I’ll help you find him.” Mukuro sympathetically patted her arm.

“Arrgh! I don’t need help! HE’S ALREADY HERE!!” Junko desperately wailed.

And all the while, Naegi was beaming brightly as the scene unfolded.

Playing hide and seek has never been this fun.

applebritters  asked:

I don't know if you've gotten any similar asks, but what do you think would happen if, against all odds, the theories about Niki faking his death and being a green member are true? Say, sometime in s2 he and Saru run into each other during a big battle or something, and maybe there are Scepter 4 or Homra members around too? I'm curious how you ink it'd play out, and the effects it might have on his relationships with everyone

I think Fushimi’s first reaction would probably be to assume that Niki’s just a hallucination – the Green King’s tried that tactic before, after all, and Fushimi has no reason to think Niki being alive is the more plausible explanation. But then say Yata’s there too with everyone else and he suddenly says something like “Wait, wait, it’s that guy! Saru’s…” which is when Fushimi realizes that oh shit everyone else can see him too. At that point I think Fushimi goes into immediate auto-pilot not-even-thinking Kill Mode, like ‘it doesn’t matter if that guy is alive if I kill him.’ And Niki probably laughs and says something about how much he’s missed his little monkey while using his Green electric-y powers and probably throwing Fushimi to the ground or into a wall or something (Niki’d probably be a pretty high-level clansman if the Green King made him go to the trouble of faking his death). Fushimi probably just lies there – I think his mind would’ve gone pretty blank from shock by that point – and then I think Yata would almost certainly dive in after him to protect him. Niki’d probably take down Yata pretty handily too and start laughing like, oh, look, it’s my monkey’s little friend aren’t you cute, let’s play. I don’t think it would get much farther than that because if Munakata or Anna are anywhere in the immediate vicinity I think they’d intervene to chase Niki off. I think they’d both probably have a pretty good idea of exactly who Niki is and I don’t think either of them would be very well-disposed towards him. I can see  Munakata being really cold and just scary pissed off even as he politely but firmly tells Niki that he needs to leave right now. And Niki just laughs it off and waves as he walks away, like “I’ll see you again, Saruhiko~~”

The aftermath would probably be messy. I think Fushimi would be trying very desperately to keep it together while being pretty traumatized. Yata I think even if they hadn’t made up or anything at that point would be trying to help him, like even after Niki walks away Yata’s crouching over Fushimi protectively and wondering what the fuck is going on while swearing that he’s not letting that guy get wthin ten feet of Saruhiko. And Fushimi tries to push them all away, not wanting to explain who Niki is or what just happened because he doesn’t want to think about it, he just wants to go after Niki and kill him and be done with it (actually I think Fushimi would have trouble explaining it even if he was asked, I have sort of the vague feeling that Fushimi is not entirely aware that what Niki did to him is actually abuse. Like I can see him thinking that he hates Niki and that Niki was horrible to him, that Niki was a worthless parent, but the idea that he was really, actually abused doesn’t quite come into his head because he’s kind of got his own blinders on there, being in the center of it he can’t see it even though it’s obvious to everyone on the outside). Yata’d probably end up having to be the one to explain everything and Fushimi would keep telling him to shut up because he doesn’t want anyone knowing and he doesn’t want anyone pitying him either. I can see Fushimi even attempting to go after Niki on his own, just to end it, and then ending up sort of freezing in front of Niki because he’s got all this trauma that’s come screaming back. And then the rest of the cast show up and just kinda circle the wagons around Fushimi and Yata especially is super protective, and Fushimi is sort of shocked by the whole thing and doesn’t really know what to do. (And then Munakata squashes Niki like a bug.)

not actually 76 in the past #5a

I was thinking “What if Jack really was hallucinating and not actually from the future” and then I accidentally a thousand words please forgive me. OBVIOUSLY some things are different from what I’ve already written but this thing stands on its own so I am too lazy to clarify lol. Just assume that Jack is like significantly more emotionally fragile than 76 is and is deliberately avoiding the memory of his time in Talon’s hands lmao

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Mornings with Mikey

You roll over in bed, expecting to collide with the warm skin of your boyfriend, but almost fall right off the mattress when his body doesn’t halt your’s.

What?

“Mikey?” You call softly, sitting up and sleepily blinking at the mostly dark room. It was incredibly early in the morning, a time that you never liked to be awake during, let alone Michael, who usually slept into the afternoon hours. Mornings are and never will be Michael’s thing, especially since most nights he wouldn’t climb into bed until well past midnight. Still, it worries you slightly that he was awake, especially considering you guys had just gotten back from the emergency room at around 2 a.m., after his burn was treated from the pyrotechnic accident. You look at your phone, and notice it’s only been four hours since you both climbed into bed. Something isn’t right.

“Michael?” You call again, this time swinging your legs over the side of the bed and making your way across the hotel room. You trip over a couple shoes and articles of clothing, and stand outside the bathroom door, which is shut, but has a dim light coming through the gaps. “Michael, you alright?”

Silence greets you, and you’re ready to start beating against the door, but at the last second you hear the lock click, and it opens just a crack. You push it open a little more and gasp at what you see.
Michael is standing in front of the mirror with tears streaming down his face, his shoulders shaking as he grips the bathroom counter with white knuckles. His bandage still covers half his face, but his hair looks wild, the right side a bit longer since it wasn’t singed off by the fire, and the left side shorter than usual.

“Oh Mikey,” you murmur, stepping forward and carefully wrapping your arms around his middle, turning his body so he collapses with the unharmed part of his face pressed against your neck. “You’ll be okay, it’ll heal.”

A sob runs through him as you rub his back tenderly, your heart breaking. You and the boys had been so scared when that fire shot at him, but his fear must have trumped all of yours’.

“It-it h-hurts,” he cries harder, his arms squeezing you tightly. You pull back for a moment to try to get a good look at him.

“They gave you some pills for the pain and burn cream,” you remind him, smoothing your thumb across his right cheek. “I know how to put the bandage back on if you want me to apply it.”

He nods while keeping his head down, and you direct him to sit on the counter. Although every movement seems to be too much, he hoists himself up and lets his head drop back against the mirror, then picks it up when it hits a sensitive part.

You go into the bedroom for a moment and sort through the bag, pulling out the small jar and pill bottle given to him. When you get to the bathroom, Michael already has his bandage off and is inspecting his aggravated and burned skin.

“Y/N?” He asks, voice wobbling as he stares at his reflection.

“Hm?” You ask, trying to open the burn cream jar.

“What if I really do look like Two Face, and the scars become permanent and then the band has to quit because no one will promote us because of my face? I might need to leave the band, Y/N! This could be it-”

“Michael,” you hush his hysterics by rubbing his cheek some more, something that always calms him. “You will be fine. The doctors see stuff like this all the time, so if they tell you that it’s alright, then it will be alright.” He flinches as you smooth the cream across the burned area, but relaxes when the cooling sensation begins to take place. It seems to do wonders for his emotional state as well, for his tears subdue and breaths seem more steady. He closes his eyes and allows his body to lean forward a bit, and you realize he’s practically asleep. You finish with the cream and put his bandage back on, then fill a glass with sink water, handing him the correct dosage of pills. After gulping them down, you help him off the sink and shut the light in the bathroom, both of you walking into the room which is full of daylight, as the sun is completely up now. Michael grimaces.

“Holy shit,” he mutters, covering his eyes with his hand and rushing forward to shut the blinds. “How fucking early is it?”

“Mikey, it’s, like, 6,” you say, trying to bite back a laugh as the room darkens as he blocks the sun.

“This is awful. What… the fuck?” He looks so sleepy that all you do is take his hand and help him get back into bed, knowing that even though the doctors cleared him, he had gone through a pretty traumatic experience and should get a lot of rest and help with whatever he needs.

You settle in bed with him and watch as his green eyes follow your movements, until they finally rest on your own eyes. You know he’s sleepy, but for some reason he’s willing himself to stay awake.

“Mikey, what?” You ask. You really want him to get to sleep because he is performing again tonight and you don’t want his body to go be over exhausted.

“Have you noticed we never really spend the mornings together?” He says softly, shifting his position to get comfortable.

“Well,” you start. “Mikey, you don’t really wake up before noon most of the time.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, eyes fluttering to stay open. “I guess I don’t, do I?”

“No,” you giggle lightly. “You don’t.” You can tell the medicine is making him drowsy as well, and he is really struggling against it.

“Oh,” he yawns. “You know what, babe?”

“Hm?”

“This morning made me realize that even though you look cute as shit at 6 in the morning,” another yawn spills from his mouth and his eyes stay closed as a content little hum leaves his mouth. “Waking up before noon just isn’t worth it.”

You laugh, but stifle it when you realize he really is asleep. You admire his face -bandages and all- and press the softest of kisses to the tip of his nose, murmuring a ‘goodnight’ before shutting your eyes as well. It doesn’t matter that other couples might consider this a time for love and affection and planning about their day. For you and Mikey, it is a time for sleep.

Mornings are so overrated in your books.

***

Made this one a bit different from the others, just because the opportunity was there, and Michael doesn’t seem to be an early bird.

Honestly can’t believe how many notes the mornings with Calum one got! Thanks for liking/reblogging/reading! Also thanks for all the kind messages 😁

The Greene Effect: In-Depth Analysis of Daryl in “A”

In “A,” we see Daryl holding onto Beth in a slightly different way than in “Us,” and yet she’s still profoundly there for him. Through his actions and his words, we see how deeply Beth affected Daryl and just how much she means to him. He carries her with him, thinks of her often, and he holds onto the hope that he could find her again.

“i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)” - e e cummings

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The Wildcard & The Warden
  • Miko:
  • *Some time AFTER my grid was destroyed and I had to rebuilt code from the ground up. It took awhile to make it perfect..
  • *I straighten my suit and dress shirt as I check out my appearance in the mirror.
  • *I was getting ready for my little niece's special day and my chance to try to ask Primrose out. ;)
  • *I bet Primrose likes the edgy look...
  • *No.. No.. No.. I look to 'neat and uptight'.. And a bit too.. Masculine..
  • *Takes off my tie.
  • *Glares at mirror.
  • *Messes with collar so it's not so neat anymore.
  • *Touches up hair a little trying to make it slightly more feminine around my frame, while still trying my make my face more masculine to balance both out.
  • *There.. Finished.
  • *B*tch I'm FABULOUS!
  • *I teleport out of the Police Station bathroom and arrive at the picnic blanket set up in the Kao Paradise type area on the sandy beaches a little ways away from the lapping waves of water from the ocean that surrounded the continent.
  • *Siren hybrid Kao were playing in the ocean happily.
  • *There was a radio playing tropical type music sitting next to the picnic basket.
  • *I wave at DJ and Goonie.
  • *DJ was sitting on the blanket, bouncing a baby sea tiger in her lap.
  • (DJ): "Looking good Mister Warden dude lady... Have fun on your date!"
  • *She winks in a tease and I look away awkwardly embarrassed. I still wasn't used to so much social interaction as I have recently gotten lately..
  • *After all in my original grids, the only interaction I ever gave was usually vocal.. Being the voice of the prison maze, or if I did see them personally it was during trial or arrest.. As for the Ziroyuki, I didn't need to speak to them.. Just arrive to repair things..
  • *This whole.. Personal interaction thing was still... Unusual to me...
  • "It's not a date."
  • *I reply defensively. Even though I know I don't have to respond.
  • (DJ): "Oh right... Cause you've been too scared to ask her!"
  • *She giggles and lightly punches my leg as I walk closer to them.
  • (DJ): "Klaus-it fem-man! Your a catch. Trust me dude-et, DJ knows the epic luvs in life!"
  • *She hugs Goonie's arm in her fee non baby holding hand to make a point.
  • (DJ): "She'll say yessss! Now go for it tiger! Have fun!"
  • "Thanks.. I'll.. be back later.... Stay safe you two!"
  • *And for the love of olden day Ettie don't die while I'm gone... Honestly.. I'm still a little traumatized from the last mass death... So many friends and family lost..
  • (DJ): "Bye.."
  • *Leans over them, checking on some of the latest little offspring... Some where natural born, others I had to splice.. I made sure they were different Kao types and ages too so they wouldn't all be babies.. The Kao were so close to extinction I had too intervene...
  • (DJ): "..You're hovering.. And holding off the inevitable."
  • *Frowns.
  • "Am not.."
  • *She laughs.
  • (DJ): "You are.. Like a Kao mother hen! Right Goo? We'll be finnneeee!"
  • *She nudges Goo.
  • *Low groan of annoyance.
  • *I really was hesitant to leave them alone for for more then an hour.. But... I was also nervous about asking Primrose out... She was always so busy with important things... And why would she want to take time away from it to hang out at my nieces crowning in a water grid of all places.. She'll probably hate it... Or Think it's boring.. Or think I'm boring cause I'm not as spontaneous as.. Milo was... But asking her out late is spontaneous right??.. Ugh.. No it was stupid... I'm stupid.. Why didn't I ask her sooner.. She's probably busy anyway..
  • *I glitch in and out stressed from the negative thoughts.
  • *This was all just very.. Nerve-racking...
Until the end and beyond

My muse is on vacation, but I decided to do something about it. So here have this. I don’t know how to classify it though. Beware with a bit of angst. I won’t hurt, I promise.


The first time they discussed it, they didn’t exactly discuss it, and Robin noticed how uncomfortable Regina became.

“Why are you asking me this?”

“Just curiosity, my love,” Robin replies, unsure as to why she seems so unnerved about the subject. He brings her closer to his chest and drops a kiss in her forehead. “After all, we are not under a curse anymore, which means we are going to age normally now and I was just wondering if…,”

“I don’t want to talk about this, Robin,” she cuts him off, feeling her throat close, tears threatening to fall. “I went through it twice,” her voice trembles, and he feels her face pressed tightly against his chest. He respects her wishes, and from that day on he chose to conceal the subject in the back of his mind.

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