toy chica !!
toy chica !!
Literally why are people so obsessed with men covered in blood. It's not that hot it's just kinda gross
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would anyone want to watch me play outlast or outlast 2
i wanna play them myself (especially 2 so I can see if I wanna write for anyone) but i'm a) bad at video games and b) don't wan to play them alone
A mood today for me
If anyone knows of Will Scarlet from Robin of Sherwood, then you’ll understand 😂
Just having a bad couple days so far. 😭
Dexter: New Blood premieres November 7 on Showtime.
beverly, mary-anne, donna and janitor (jeff in HR is barry)
Thinking about how I was terrified of knives for the first few years of childhood vs. several years later when I’d flip knives in the air and catch them when I was bored.
“say ahh--!” // @victoryclaimed » literally anyone fas;lkdj
so turns out I’m actually surprisingly good at some diy things? this is mildly unexpected ngl
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader
Genre: MAJOR ANGST, teeny fluff
Summary: 7 months ago, Ransom and Y/N got into a huge fight when Y/N confessed her love for him and he laughed at her, mocking her as she stormed out of his house. Ransom regretted his behavior as soon as she left but now, 7 months later, he has a chance to win her back but will she let him or did he mess up for good?
Author's Note: hiya peeps! enjoy!
"Aye, Drysdale, you made it!" Ransom smiled politely and hugged his friend, patting him twice on the back. "Congratulations on the engagement, man, I'm happy for you," he half-lied, a fake smile plastered on his lips. Ransom's friend grinned and turned to greet the other guests.
As soon as he turned away, Ransom dropped his facade, a scowl showing up on his face. The last thing Ransom wanted was to be at someone's engagement party. He was happy for his friend, no doubt, but he himself was going through a rough patch with his own girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N. And like all things are, the fight they had 7 months ago was his fault.
He had accepted it, because there was no alternative. It was his fault. He shouldn't have snapped at her, not when she fucking confessed that she loved him. All his life, he'd thought that he wasn't worthy of even an ounce of affection, yet here was a woman ready to love him with her whole being. And he just threw it away like it was nothing.
All he wanted was to see Y/N again, tell her he was sorry and ask her to come back home. He had grown so used to living with her that the past seven months were equivalent to being in hell. Because of course, in hell she wouldn't be there with him; she was an angel who deserved to go to heaven through and through. And him? The fucking devil who deserved to rot in hell for how he treated his angel.
At the name his eyes snapped up, frantically searching the room until they landed on her; the said angel. What was she doing here? She wore a beautiful little burgundy dress that hugged her figure perfectly and matching heels. Ransom stared with an awed look on his face. He was about to walk up to her when she suddenly looked towards him.
Both of them froze. Y/N had been invited by one of Ransom's friends to his engagement party. Ransom's friends loved Y/N; they often made jokes asking how a man like him ended up with such a gorgeous and kind woman. Y/N also happened to like some of his friends so there wasn't a reason to say no. Alas, she should have expected the devil to be there too— her boyfriend.
She should have broken up with him. But how could she, when she loved him? She knew that the moment he apologized, if he even would, she'd forgive him. But he had really hurt her feelings when he laughed, outright laughed in her face when she said those three words to him. And that's when she realized— he doesn't love me. He played me.
7 months away from him… The first six months were fine but in the last month, her yearning had increased tenfold. She missed him like crazy, but she was still mad at him. "Y/N—" Snapping out of her thoughts, she threw him a glare and turned away from him, walking towards Ransom's friend's fiancée to wish her congratulations.
Ransom, watching her walk away, felt tears coming to his eyes but he kept them in, blinking a few times and scoffing to himself. Of course she wasn't going to forgive him just like that, he'd have to try much harder. And he was ready to do it, since he loved her a bit too much to let her go.
Yes, that's right. Ransom loved her too, had loved her since long before she confessed to him but at the time, not expecting her to stay with him for so long, had panicked and laughed at her. The amount of guilt he felt when she had stormed out of his house… he thought she'd never return. And he wouldn't blame her one bit.
But now? Now he had a chance to win her back. All the calls she had ignored, all the texts she'd read but not responded to… this was his last chance. If he messed up now, she'd be gone forever. And life without her? He'd lay in bed for the rest of his life begging for death to come take him and put him out of his misery. "Y/N…" he called out.
The fiancée and Y/N, having a conversation, both turned to him. "Ransom Drysdale, right? Do you two know each other?" the fiancée grinned. "He's a friend." "She's my girlfriend," Ransom and Y/N spoke at the same time. The fiancée frowned slightly as Y/N turned to Ransom, a death glare on her face. She then grabbed his arm and led him towards a small alcove.
"A friend?" he asked her, frowning. "Don't talk to me. Please. And for the love of God, don't create a scene, okay? This is their engagement party and we're not about to steal their thunder with our fight. Now get lost," she hissed and stormed past him, leaving him alone in the alcove as he stared at her retreating figure, sadness consuming his entire being.
Don't talk to me. The words weighed heavy in his heart; did he already lose his chance? He walked into the party and so began the torturous hour; every time he looked at Y/N or even tried to talk to her, she walked away or gave him a glare so intense that if looks could kill, he'd be dead a thousand times over. "Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please!" He glanced at the stage.
"If you'd all take your seats." He turned to the small tables and tried to find the chair with his name on it. He found it at the very back, and his mood lightened when he saw Y/N sitting next to him. No one knew about their fight and so probably his friend, thinking they were still together and happy, had arranged their seats next to each other.
Y/N was texting when Ransom sat next to her. Looking up to see who it was, she tensed when she saw him. "Hey." I told you, don't talk to me. "Hi." Ransom, taking that as a cue, turned to her but she held up her hand. "That wasn't an invitation." His face fell and he nodded meekly, adjusting and fidgeting with his watch as Y/N stared at the stage, a deadpan look on her face.
Turns out there was going to be a performance; a musical performance where they were going to sing the song Into Your Arms by Witt Lowry and Ava Max. An odd choice for a party like this but apparently, it was the couple's favorite song. Oh well. Y/N knew the song, and she couldn't wait for the performance since it was one of her favorites.
Soon, the lights dimmed as the stage lit up. Everyone clapped politely; then there was silence as the music began and the lead female singer started singing. "Y/N." Sighing, she turned to him and gave him yet another glare. "What, Ransom?" she whispered. "I wanted to apologize." The nerve. Y/N rolled her eyes at him, but was curious as to how he'd apologize.
Ransom never said sorry.
"Go ahead, then. Tell me how you didn't mean it and how much it hurt you to say those words," she jabbed. Ransom lowered his head in shame because she was right; it didn't hurt when he made her upset but now? It hurt just a little too much. "It didn't hurt me at the time, I admit, but it hurts too much. With you gone, the pain has increased. Please, come back—"
See? No sign of the word 'sorry'.
"That's enough. Now shut up, there's a performance going on." And something inside Ransom snapped. Nope, she was going to hear his apology and she was going to hear it now.
"No, you listen to me, goddamn it! I was a stupid idiot, okay? The fight was all my fault. I have spent the past 7 months atoning for it! You punished me, Y/N, it's done now. Come back to me. I fucking love you, and that scared me so I laughed. It was all. My. Fault. But I'm not scared anymore. I'll announce it to the whole damn world if you want, how much of an asshole I was and how I drove away the most perfect woman in the world because of one stupid insecurity. You're mine, damn it!"
A pause. "Please. Please, Y/N. I can't take it anymore, life without you is... it's not worth living. I'll die if you don't come back into my life. Please, Y/N, I love you so much." By this time, he was full-on crying, tears and snot running down his face. He wasn't ashamed anymore. He was ready to humiliate himself in public if it meant that Y/N would come back to him.
Y/N, meanwhile, was staring at him, shocked to the core. What she expected was a small "I'm sorry, is that what you wanted to hear? Now you're coming back and you have no choice" but instead, she got the most heartfelt confession she had ever received in her whole life. And he said I love you for the first time. How could she resist that?
As she continued staring at him, Ransom wiped his face, thinking the worst of her silence. He was about to get up when she suddenly spoke, "Ran, I don't— I don't know what to say… you're— you're forgiven and I love… I love you, too." He took a few seconds to process her words. He was forgiven? "Are you serious?"
Smiling a watery smile, Y/N nodded, laughing a bit when he gathered her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers just as the outro music of the song played. The devil finally gets into heaven, Ransom thought as he pulled away from her, bright smiles on both of their faces. "I'm not fucking up again, I promise. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me and I'm not letting you go again."
Y/N and Ransom spent the rest of the event catching up, and the rest of the night at his pl— scratch that, their— place, in each other's arms.
A/N: Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!
see I’m thinking about what emotionally draws me to both Trigun and Monster and sure, both have the whole “protagonist with strong morals making an effort to be kind in an unkind world” thing, which I enjoy, but it’s actually the siblings for me. Anna and Johan, Vash and Knives - twins who were inseparable as children, experienced massive trauma and processed it in wildly different ways, and as adults they’re fundamentally opposed to one another as one seeks to destroy the world and the other tries to stop them. they’ll never be able to go back to the trust and closeness they had as children because the betrayal and violence and bitterness and grief will never be swept away......BUT they also can’t cut ties entirely because their identities are so intertwined, and deep down they feel somehow responsible for eachother and so they just keep desperately reaching out in a mess of hurt and misunderstanding and deep, unbreakable connection. the TRAGEDY of it all. best dynamic
kohaku strikes me as the type that prefers to use blades, particularly knives, when it comes to fights and his assassin gigs. but never underestimate his proficiency with guns too.
I really feel like doing a short smutty blurb for Ransom Drysdale tonight if anyone has any suggestions? 🙈
I should make a post on Ironhide's personal weapons.