Bit Different Post But Quick Anime Recommendation: Wonder Egg Priority

bit different post but quick anime recommendation: wonder egg priority

I watched it a few years back somewhere in corona times, not entirely sure anymore but it doesn't matter

it's literally sooooo good and i like to rewatch it every now and then

if particular topics trigger you please be careful tho because it does touch the subjects of depression, self-harm, suicide, sexual assault and some other kinda heavy stuff (it tells the stories the main characters protecting young girls and a trans boy who killed themselves)

what are y'all gonna do for halloween? and do you dress up? if so, as what?

don't be shy to comment or rb with your answers <3

saw this post and the point about how stan would flirt with r, who is in a relationship with ford, just to get a reaction out of him

now imagine: r not having any of that and chewing stan out for it because they know exactly what he is doing. and it's the hottest thing ford has ever seen. the love of his life standing up for him and their relationship, showing how much both means to them and how committed they are to him <3

don't expect to get much sleep that night... or to be able to walk the next morning ;)

You see me? - part one (stanford pines x hallucination!reader)

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'This is new', he thought, looking straight ahead at something that he was sure he shouldn't be able to look at.

"Can you see me?", a beat of silence, "You can, can't you?" there was caution in your voice, almost as if you wouldn't let yourself believe it. "Please say something"

Ford kept quiet.

"Say something."

Nothing.

"SAY SOMETHING!"

Ford sighed, took off his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose. The long hours and relentless work were starting to get to him. He put his glasses back on and turned back to his desk.

"No, no! Please!" you begged, panic rising in your voice.

'Perhaps not entirely new, but certainly concerning.' He couldn't recall if Bill ever did actively made him hallucinate when he was lucid, or if everything he experienced was already in the mindscape, but either way - what was happening in this very moment felt a bit too realistic for his liking.

What was happening, broken down to its very basics, was that a stranger stood in his study. And they simply had no way to be there. Apart from the fact that it was the middle of the night and the shack was closed, the way to his study was hidden and he did not hear the elevator move or open its doors. No one except for him should and could be here. No one was here when he came down here hours ago. There was no place they could've hidden. There was no possible scenario in which the situation at hand could've taken place. So the only option left, in his blurry mind, was that the last 30 to 40 years finally caught up to him and he was going insane.

At that moment he didn't even consider a paranormal explanation. Maybe because he believed the shack was sufficiently secured against all kinds of anomalies and supernatural occurrences. Or maybe because in the back of his mind, he always did ask himself when the time would finally come when his mind simply... snapped.

Years and years of stress, mind fuckery, all kinds of injuries and multiverse jumps must've left their mark on his psyche in some way after all.

But what did surprise him was the... well, normality of it. It was just a person. It would've made more sense to see Bill or any of the other things he saw in his frequent nightmares. Maybe the more severe ones would come later?

He propped open the new journal he had started recently and poured his thoughts onto the paper.

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You could only watch in confusion and hurt when the man turned away and got back to whatever the hell it was he was doing all the time.

What had just happened? When he looked up from his work, his eyes landed on you. He didn't look through you like every other time and everyone else. This time was different! But why did he act like it wasn't? What was he doing? Why was he ignoring you?

Your newfound hope left you as abrupt as it had appeared. You felt so impossibly lonely again. Empty, distant, cold. Ever so cold with no source for the freezing feeling that seeped deep into your bones.

He could see you. You knew it.

This wasn't like the times when you were screaming and crying and pleading for him - for anyone - to hear you.

He. could. see. you.

And you knew it.

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For a good minute, Ford stared straight ahead at the blank page. He desperately tried to form a coherent thought he could write down, but when he tried to get a hold of them, it felt like his metaphorical hands moved through fog, swirling eerie patterns into it, but never grasping anything solid.

The urge to let his head sink onto the table got stronger by the second, yet he resisted. He squeezed his eyes shut, took a deep inhale and straightened his back. He got this. He didn't need to sleep, not yet.

He stood up and stretched his arms over his head, stifling a yawn while doing so.

"Why are you ignoring me?" You had sat down on the floor a respectful distance away from him, legs pulled close to your chest, arms hugged tightly around them. Now you looked up at him with genuine hurt in your eyes.

You didn't know this man, and he didn't know you. The only circumstance that justified the sharp pang in your chest was the fact that he was the only one around actually being able to perceive you, yet for a reason unbeknownst to you, acted like he wasn't.

'Still there, hm?' he thought. He had hoped shifting his focus onto something else would help, but apparently, it did not. The figure was still present, still talking to him. He would like to take a proper look at it, but he was afraid that engaging with it would make the whole thing worse. You were not doing anything at the moment, and he'd rather keep it that way.

He yawned again, cursing himself for indulging in the weakness of his own body. It felt like it was betraying him, lulling him in and tempting him to lay down. But he knew what would inevitably follow. The pain, the torture, the guilt. He could not let that happen. Bill would not claim any more of his time and thought than absolutely necessary. He would not willingly leap into the open arms of whatever terror was already waiting for him.

"You should go to sleep. It's late. And you look tired." Ford almost scoffed at that.

All he needed was some good old, reliable coffee and he was as good as new. So he went upstairs, grabbed a new mug to set down next to all the other mugs on his desk and workbench, filled it to the brim with the dark, hot liquid and made his way underground again.

He was relieved to see that his hallucination apparently showed no interest in following him upstairs, but he was just as disappointed to see that it was still sitting in the same spot when he returned. He sat the mug down and with a defeated sigh lowered himself onto his chair.

It was going to be a long night.

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imagine someone showing ford they're taking the hobbits to isengard i beg of you

Stanford Pines shower/bath hcs (stanford x reader)

💕 fluff & ❗ not necessarily smut but partially NSFW

very insecure about his scars (and tattoos) at first

takes a long time until he's comfortable with the idea

that man lights his face on fire to shave... he does Not know what a conditioner is. his luck that you're willing to show him what different kinds of products are for

believe me otherwise this man would use some 3in1 bs i can practically see it (same as dipper "washing clothes is a waste of time" pines btw)

will happily wash your hair for you

(his fingers massaging the shampoo in would feel so good i just know it)

if you want him to truly relax, you'll get in a bath with him and wash his hair. i guarantee you, he will melt

very easily flustered. averts his eyes and tries not to stare at your body

likes to hold you close and just stand under the stream of warm water for a while

will put on his old records to quietly play in the background

not a big fan of the idea of shower sex, but will give it a try if you're really into it

i'm sorry but if you try it, he'd be rather clumsy

he prefers to make this non-sexual, relaxing quality time together

if it's something you like, he will run you baths as aftercare after a particular rough night

thinks you're the most beautiful creature he's ever laid eyes on

washing you gives him the perfect opportunity (and excuse) to study your body closer. it's curves, the marks and spots on your skin, the reactions he can get out of you...

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a/n: i'm sorry dear anon if you wanted something more steamy (pun intended), i'm just still having a hard time writing smut, i hope this is okay >.< requested here