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Paul simon wrote a lot of songs about art garfunkel. which could mean nothing

they mean everything to me 💌

THE LAST OF US (2023) — 1.08 “When We Are In Need”

This makes me want to cuddle him and treat him like my son what an adorable bean

Thank me later

Scar saying he wouldn’t have made any/many videos during s8 if it weren’t for the Boatem crew (he specifically mentions Grian) messaging him and saying “I know things are hard right now but if you want we can jump on and just film some shenanigans and mess around” nobody speak to me they’re such good friends I’m crying

just imagining a big scary serial killer with a cute lil pet is my fave troupe <333

A Friend in the Alleyway 

Jeff The Killer solo fic 

Summary: After narrowly escaping an altercation with police, Jeff finds an unexpected critter companion 

Genre: Fluff 

Content/Warnings: None unless you count a little profanity on Jeff’s part and a singular, brief mention of blood. it’s a jeff the killer fic don’t be surprised when he. yk. jeff the kills 

Jeff’s ratty old sneakers skidded on the pavement as he stumbled into the alleyway, brain running at a million miles per hour as his body moved faster than he could ever make it go voluntarily. The ground was still wet from that morning’s rain, and the puddles soaked his shoes and socks and splashed up onto his jeans. The sudden sensation of cold water would have been shocking if he could feel anything but panic. He can hardly see anything with only the moon and a few broken street lamps to light the pavement, but he knows every crevice of this city.

He narrowly escaped the police after hastily climbing down the fire escape of an apartment building. His hoodie is splattered with blood and he dropped the knife somewhere on his way here, it doesn’t matter now. He’s a rat scrambling back into its hole in the wall, barely having escaped the clutches of the predator that stalks around the house he’s made a home. He hates this feeling. 

He grasps at his chest as he falls to his knees, collapsing against the wall of one of the buildings making up either side of the alley. His heavy breaths are pushed through yellowed, gritted teeth behind chapped lips that extend into telling scars. They ache when he opens his mouth too far, he’ll have to catch his breath as best he can without panting. 

He can feel his heart thumping behind his ribs through his sweatshirt, threatening to break free from its prison and throw itself to the ground of this filthy ally with a sickening splat and the iron smell of blood. His chest burns with agonizing exhaustion. 

He’s tired. He’s dirty. He’s a mess. He’s terrified.

But he’s alive. 

And he’s free. 

“Holy fuck,” Jeff chokes out, almost laughing to himself. He’s not sure what’s funny. He doesn’t know what else to do. 

Maybe it’s just the absurdity of all of this. Maybe the flood of relief he’s finally able to feel is making him a bit loopy. It doesn’t matter. He’s alive, and he’s free. That’s all he needs to go on another day. 

He allows himself to relax a bit, his legs stretching out only for him to wince as a stinging pain suddenly manifests in his ankle. Shit, did he bust it scaling down that fire escape? 

He silently prays as he rolls up the leg of his jeans, then sighs in relief. No, it’s not broken. Bruised, yes, but nothing that won’t heal on its own. 

Good. He doesn’t have it in him to coerce an urgent care employee tonight. 

He groans to himself in frustration. Frustration at what exactly he doesn’t know, but that’s the only name he can put to his feeling. Maybe it’s a bit of everything. 

He’s frustrated with himself for running like a frightened animal. 

He’s frustrated with those asshole cops for catching him off guard. 

He’s frustrated with all the people in that apartment who get to sleep in a warm bed that belongs to them tonight.  

Dammit, dammit, dammit. 

“Fucking stupid,” He mutters to himself, reaching up to grasp his arm where it hurts. He’s not sure why it hurts or when he injured it. It’s hard to think about what just happened with the adrenaline still clouding his mind. He’ll worry about that when he calms down. 

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” Is all he can say, repeating it to himself for no real reason. It’s the only word rattling around his addled brain. 

He has to pull himself up eventually. He has to leave this alley at some point, he can’t stay here forever, and he’d rather turn himself in than go back to sleeping on the streets. Yet, the idea of even standing at this moment takes far too much energy. 

He groans again, rubbing his eyes. When he pulls his hands away again he blinks a few times, and he flinches back when he sees two glowing eyes watching him from the shadows dancing across the wall opposite to him. 

A surprised noise leaves his mouth before he can stop it, his back pressing hard against the wall of the alley. He squints in the dark, trying to make out what he’s seeing. 

Then the glowing orbs blink, and start to move. His eyes widen as the stalking creature comes forward, padded paws silent against the concrete. It lazily meanders out of the shadows, and he can see now the milky white fur that reflects the soft moonlight and the slit pupils bisecting those bright green irises. 

…A cat. 

It’s a fucking cat. 

He’s on such high alert he was almost scared shitless by a fucking cat.

He scoffs, crossing his arms and scowling at the animal. 

“You little— The hell do you want?” He asks with a roll of his eyes, though he’s not sure why. Not like the cat’s going to give him a response. 

The animal stops a few feet away from him. It sits down on its hind legs, curling its tail over its paws. It stares at him without a sound, as if it were staring right through him. Jeff raises a brow.

“…What? You think I got something for you? Because I don’t,” He hisses, “Fuck off.” 

He reaches down and grabs the first pebble he touches. He hurls it at the opposite wall, losing sight of it in the shadows but hearing it as it hits the bricks then clatters against the roof of a dumpster. It doesn’t even come close to hitting the cat. It wasn’t supposed to. He only wanted to scare it off. 

The cat doesn’t move. 

Its keen eyes follow the stone until it hits the ground, but then it turns back to Jeff. It blinks slowly, its tail now swaying side to side behind it. It meows softly and tilts its head as if asking a question. Too bad Jeff doesn’t understand. 

His expression softens just slightly as he looks the animal over. There’s no collar, no sign of any ownership at all. This cat just wandered out of the shadows of an alleyway. Is anyone taking care of it?

He sits up a bit, tapping the ground between his legs with his nails. 

“Pssst, c’mere,” He says softly, attempting to coax the animal over. It doesn’t move. 

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Yeah, he wouldn’t be super eager to approach him in this state either. 

“Look, I’m sorry for throwing things, will you just come here?” 

The cat considers the offer for a beat before ultimately deciding to accept. It closes the distance between itself and Jeff, sitting between his legs and gazing up at him with those big, green eyes. The reflections in them seem to go on forever, Jeff thinks. He just stares back down at the animal for a few moments, studying its face.

The cat blinks slowly. 

Jeff blinks back. 

The slightest hint of a smile crosses his tired face before melting away again. 

He reaches out towards the creature slowly, trying not to startle it now that it’s close, though the cat doesn’t seem to mind him all that much. He runs a hand down its spine, giving a little scratch to the base of its tail. The cat meows softly before a steady purr starts to rumble in its chest. Jeff chuckles under his breath. 

“Oh, you like that, huh?” He says with a lopsided grin. He moves to scratch under the cat’s chin, prompting it to flop over onto its back, paws in the air and fluffy belly on display. 

“I guess you like that more,” Jeff laughs, putting a hand on the cat’s stomach and playfully jostling it back and forth. His smile widens at the shaky meow it elicits from the creature. For once he doesn’t even think about the ache in his cheeks as his scars contort to accommodate his grin. 

“You’re just a baby, aren’t you?” He wonders aloud, “My hand’s nearly as big as your tummy…”

He moves to gently scoop the animal up, holding it under its front legs and letting gravity pull down its body. He moves it back and forth just to watch its legs swing, and the cat certainly doesn’t seem to mind.

His suspicions are confirmed:

“Oh yeah, yous a little one.” 

The cat meows back at him, its eyes crinkling as its mouth opens to release the sound. Jeff mimics the sound clumsily, his voice gruff but sincere. 

He sets the cat back on the ground, his hand returning to scratch at the base of its tail. The purring only gets louder. It’s like an engine in the little creature’s throat, running on steam and affection. Jeff loves that sound. 

“No collar, no identifying features, no sign of where you came from,” He whispers to himself, though he can tell from the way the cat’s ears perk up it’s certainly listening. It was only a matter of time before Jeff came to the only logical conclusion. 

“…How’d you like to sleep in a warm motel room with me tonight?” 

The cat chirps happily in reply, nuzzling into Jeff’s chest. He gladly accepts the gesture. 

“Good answer.”

The cat sniffs at his hoodie, its nose almost seeming to search for something. It finds it when it notices his hoodie pocket, curiously poking its head inside. Jeff stifles a laugh as the creature pushes itself into the pocket, its face poking out on one side and its tail on the other. It fits, though, and it doesn’t seem to have any intention of moving. Jeff is more than alright with that. 

He cradles the cat in his hoodie pocket as he stands up, looking down at it with one of the first sincere smiles he’s had in a long time. He sighs as he peeks out of the alleyway, making sure the coast is clear and pulling his hood over his head before taking the first steps towards the cheapest motel in the city.

“You know what, cat?” He says, and the animal looks up at him expectantly. 

“…I think we’re gonna get along just fine.”

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Speaking of couple outfits, well you know it’s actually kinda canon???

https://popopretty.tumblr.com/post/653259631787966464/dazai-and-the-striped-shirt

i've been hoarding this ask for so long just to sketch something inspired by this because it has triggered something in me i thought wasn't there before (aka the capabilities of drawing something that isn't angst). i can't believe... they are married

Victor getting the Anthoine Hubert award and Théo winning the championship feels so special to me. ART chanting "On est les champions" and Théo wearing the French flag and hugging Victor while he's wearing it.

Tuns out your fellow countrymen doing good in sport can actually be something so personal!

Hi if you think Théo didn't deserve the title because he has less wins you can very kindly fuck off <3

Maybe you didn't know this but the championship isn't decided on the number of wins! There's a reason points are there and being regular and getting good points is how you end up winning the title!

The point is Théo and Fred both fought very well and I'm very proud of them and I can't wait to see what they'll be up to next year and the years after that. Go boys!

thunder

pairing :: mira x wonwoo

word count :: 1.6k

synopsis :: wonwoo discovers one of mira's fears.

time :: 2019

warnings :: angst, fluff.

taglist :: @cafemilk-tea @cixrosie @moonlight-additions @cosmicwintr @astraw-astro @succulentmom @kimhyejin3108 @enhacolor @alixnsuperstxr @hybesunstone @itzy-eve @choihaneul @strmiu @angie-x3 @Kaitieskidmore1 @evaalopezzzz

It was ten times darker outside than it would be during a regular downpour. The clouds were so heavy that it seemed to be the evening time when it was just the late morning. The pitter-patter of rain was mild to begin with, but as Mira brewed the coffee, it picked up in speed and fell heavier against the rooftop. She thought that it would let up after a few minutes and she’d get past the worst of it.

She grew nervous once she heard the faint grumble of thunder in the distance. She was shaken from her thoughts when she heard the coffee maker beep, taking the mug out from under the spout.

She swirled the liquid around with the straw, admiring the sage color of the matcha latte in her hand. It was times like these when she was thankful for her barista skills. She had to get a job once she and Handong settled in Korea and were lucky enough to land a position at the cafe near their university.

Mira came back to Wonwoo’s room with the drink, careful not to spill any, and walking slowly to his bed.

“Careful, it might spill over.” She had a towel under the mug, watching him take it with his delicate hands. “It’s not too hot either.”

She sat down on the edge of the bed, seeing his smile as he put the ceramic to his lips to drink the latte so it wasn’t overflowing anymore. He widened his eyes at how good it tasted.

Even though she wasn’t a coffee person, she had made many types of espresso drinks in the past, but it was her first time serving Wonwoo and using coffee and matcha together.

“How is it?” She never liked to taste it herself, so she had to rely on his word to determine if it was good or not.

“I could drink this every day,” He nodded, taking another sip before speaking. “Do you think you could make it for me each morning? Or teach me?”

“Of course. It’s really simple actually.” The thunder rumbled, and her smile wavered for a moment. She tried to ignore it, feeling her shoulders tense up. The sound robbed Mira of her composure as her eyes glanced at the window. “Does it taste good?”

She was doing her best to distract herself from the storm building up outside that it didn’t register in her mind that he had already answered her question. His expression was soft until he tilted his head like a confused puppy.

“It’s really good, Mira. I bet if you tasted it right now, you would love it. And I know how much you hate coffee.” He shifted a bit, coming into her field of vision that was focused on the window. She forced herself out of the trance, making eye contact with him as she tried to brush the anxiety off.

“Good. Really good!” Now she was only trying to convince herself that everything was fine. It was anything but.

Another rumble followed, closer this time. The noise made her shiver, goosebumps forming on her skin as her shoulders shrugged.

“Are you cold?” Wonwoo put his hand on her arm, rubbing up and down to give her some of his heat.

“Maybe a little.” She chuckled nervously. She would have felt safer with even a thin layer separating her from the storm.

“Here.” He reached for the blanket that hung off the edge of his bed, unfolding it and covering her shoulders with it. He smiled before sitting back down and taking another sip of the coffee.

“Thank y-“ A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the room, Mira’s body instinctively flinching and slapping her hands against her ears. The blanket fell off her shoulders as she covered her ears and waited for the crash to sound through his apartment.

Wonwoo shuddered, off put by her sudden movements. He saw the lightning but found it rather interesting than terrifying. He didn’t catch on immediately until the sound of the lightning finally struck, a big boom echoing through the apartment. It wouldn’t be surprising if a picture that hung on the wall was not level after the storm.

He watched the clouds flicker as it rained harder, blowing air past his lips and turning back to her. His eyes widened as she now had her knees tucked into her chest, her eyes closed with her fingers pressed to her ears as she shook.

“Hey hey hey,” He scooted closer to her, his hands resting on her knees as she flinched again. She opened her eyes and was relieved to see Wonwoo’s face. “It’s just a little thunder. It’s all right.”

Her eyes looked glassy as he wrapped his arms around her gently. He’s never seen her look so terrified.

“S-sorry,” She still had her hands against her ears, amplifying her heartbeat. He pulled her closer as she moved her legs out of the way, cradling her head to his chest.

“Don’t apologize.” His thumb brushed against her hand, resting his chin on top of her head. “Are you scared of thunder?”

Even though he sounded muffled, she could still hear him very well. She nodded. “Irrationally.”

Wonwoo shook his head, rocking them back and forth as his palm tapped her head. “Not irrational at all. That was a loud one.”

“My mother told me when they’re loud like that, it was God’s way of letting me know he was angry with me.” She let one of her hands drop to his shirt, clutching it between her fingers. Wonwoo tensed, keeping quiet as she was offering him insight into her childhood.

She never voluntarily gave anyone information about her that would make her seem vulnerable like that. She only told people that she was certain wouldn't turn on her like that. Her father, her members, and especially Handong.

Wonwoo was the next person she decided she would let in. As much as he gave to her, she wanted to meet him in the middle. He deserved that much. And maybe it would even lessen her load.

“I’ve always hated storms. But when I moved to Wuhan, the lightning was unlike anything back in Hong Kong. Frequent and unbearably loud.” She relaxed more and more against him, shutting her eyes.

“Mira, I’m so sorry.” He whispered against her hair as he frowned.

“I just don't like sudden, unexpecting loud noises. I hate fireworks but I grin and bear it onstage. I thought it was normal until I met Handong.”

He always knew there was something about her upbringing that had left its mark on her. And now he was putting the pieces of the puzzle together. He wouldn’t press anymore unless she gave it up herself.

Wonwoo pushes her shoulders back, distancing the two as he leaned his head down and searched her eyes. He cupped her cheeks, smiling before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I genuinely believe that there’s nothing you could do that would upset Mother Nature that much.” He manages to get a tiny grin out of her, kissing her forehead once more. “She just gets sad sometimes. And that’s not your fault, Mira.”

She was way past that point in her life. Mira knew that she didn’t dictate the weather. What hurts more is knowing that a mother would convince her own child of something so bizarre to force them into behaving.

“Maybe she sneezes and that’s where the lightning comes from.” Both of her hands were away from her ears, placed in Wonwoo’s lap as they sat knee to knee.

“So the lightning is her snot?” He snorts, tracing down her nose with his finger.

“The clouds could be her tissues then.” She suggests. “But wouldn’t that mean that her snot went through the tissues?”

He threw his head back laughing. He was distracting her without even knowing it.

“What if she just was walking around up there and stubbed her toe?” He gestured up with his finger, raising one of his eyebrows. Mira squinted as if she felt the pain of stubbing her toe herself.

She sees another flash behind him, moving sharply and slapping her hands to her ears again. He doesn’t count from the time the flash is seen to when it finally voices its presence, he just leans forward, pressing his palms to the back of her hands to block out the sound more.

“Shhh, you’re fine. I got you.” One of his hands lowers to rub her back. The couple sit on the bed for a few moments before he ensures that she is settled down.

He gets up from the mattress, making his way over to the window and pulling the curtains shut. She watches as he scavenges his desk for items. He plugs his headphones into the gaming device before plopping down on his bed and sitting against the pillows.

“Come here,” He motions toward himself with a welcoming smile, his legs open wide and she knew what he was intending. She smiles, grabbing the blanket, and crawling toward him. She wrapped herself with the fabric before turning away from him, pressing her back to his chest as he places the headphones on her.

He holds the device in front of her, letting her take it before wrapping his arms around her. She lets a sigh of relief escape her, browsing all the games he has installed. She goes with the safest option, knowing she’ll be too focused to care about the storm outside.

She hears the familiar music play as she opens Mario Kart. She also feels the vibration of his chest as he chuckles. Wonwoo makes sure not to sabotage her by moving too much. Instead, when she ranks first place, he squeezes her tighter and stretches his head in between the crook of her neck to give her congratulatory kisses.

Even if she placed second, third, fourth, or even eighth place, he would still smother her in kisses at any given moment.

Happy New Year!

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Probably after they return from the epilogue party. Before, there is so much rebuilding and a blur of different obligations. They don't realise that a home has been built, not really until they return from the gathering. The party here Halsin feared so much that Tav would regret their decision to stay with him and leave. But they don't.

And they both walk towards their home (because it is now. Their home.) And it is the moment it hits Halsin. Because they chose him above all others. This is their shared place to spend their live together.

And he cries tears of happiness with Tav holding him tight.

Honestly? I feel like once they got home, Halsin would be openly crying tears of joy because his partner chose him over everyone else. He's just this gentle giant of a man - a literal teddy bear. He would not be able to contain his tears once he brought the person he loves home. HOME. To a place where they can live together.

It's probably beyond his wildest dreams.

I finished my first run of bg3! A comic about my Tav as a last little farewell. It was fun playing you, dearest Jelibeen.

Trucy definitely only tells them about the marrying other farmers feature when they’re at like year 10, which results in an immediate divorce and remarriage to themselves. Miles saw the recipe for the wedding ring and didn’t understand what it was for in like year one, because he didn’t know that you marry villagers with the necklace.

Now that they are married, Pheonix has discovered he can kiss miles in game whenever, and interrupts everything that they do together and miles just glares at him from across the room like: “you better cut that shit out rn” but phoenix thinks his pouty face is hilarious, and phoenix’s laugh makes miles so soft he can’t stay mad.

Also, phoenix totally sold/gifted their fist prismatic gem without realizing it and miles upon realizing this was so mad.

When they get their first baby, miles DEFINITELY sits there clicking the crib and making the lil bean happy for like a solid minute straight. And he gets teary eyed (despite being very sure he never wanted kids of his own irl), and has accidentally given himself baby fever via video game. I imagine the interaction went something like this:

Miles: “ITS JUST SO CUTE, PHOENIX CANT IM GONNA CRY T~T”

Phoenix: laughing “miles calm down it’s a pixelated baby we need to go to the next day go to bed already.”

Next day: -baby is now standing in the crib and doing the little excited dance animation upon seeing papa miles-

Miles: “PHOENIX OUR BABY IS STANDING NOW”

Phoenix: “aw what a cute feature!”

Phoenix: -sips grape juice-

Miles: “Phoenix do you think we could have a baby of our own? Or Would that be unfair to Trucy, Kay, and Apollo you think?”

Phoenix: -chokes on grape juice so hard it comes out his nose- “I’M SORRY WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY MILES-“

@sleepysquib and I were discussing Stardew Valley and Ace Attorney and we said that Phoenix would have sunflowers on his farm, and that Miles would be a sheriff (Phoenix convinced him that a sheriff was a western samurai)

This can count for both an AU where they move to the valley or for them playing the game itself, but this one is specifically about them playing the game (Trucy showed it to them)

Phoenix immediately starts rizzing up all 12 bachelors, but Miles (unaware of this feature) just starts to farm

And then he sees Phoenix romancing everyone and he’s like “!! :(( But this was supposed to be me playing a silly game with my husband…”

Phoenix tells him it’s just a game and that he could pick one of the bachelors if he wanted, so Miles ends up picking Shane but he can’t figure out why. Phoenix doesn’t know why either at first.

Phoenix also ends up landing on just Harvey because his secret autism for airplanes reminds him of Miles’s secret autism for the steel samurai

But once Phoenix sees Shane’s winter outfit, he realizes Miles picked him because he reminded Edgeworth of Phoenix and he finds that very funny

Also Nick would definitely talk in a southern accent while playing and both of them would get way too into character

A collection of memes that are too true for me

What no I'm not crying over the fact Alfred and Arthur are both kids in gangstalia which means they got to grow up together and never experienced the drama their nations counterparts suffered. I'm not crying over they being friends and slowly falling in love with each other what are you talking about

CUTENESS OVERLOAD!!!❤❤❤

[Mabli on Michael Sheen's lap and in front of them dolls of Aziraphale and Crowley]

Mabli: Daddy.

[Michael points at Aziraphale] Daddy. [and then he points at Crowley] Who's that?

Mabli: Mmmmmm. Uncle David.

🤗🤗🤗

@parker-fluff ‘s Grayson Spidey boi (and headcanons of said Spidey boi) has me in a mother-kriffin honkin CHOKEHOLD as of late 😩🥺🥺🥲🥲🥹🥹✨✨💖

Sooo….yea (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)