#oh shoop...

[gardensnakie]

I think Shoop deserves a little wine-based divine madness. As a treat <3

♡o(╥﹏╥)o ♥♡ WOW...

[catamaurrr-star]

this brings me unimagineable joy

[mozki]

rise against will never get old i can even hear how corny and unremarkable they are now but to me. oh, to me…

[nillisaie]

So I've seen a few people say something along the lines of they can't imagine Alastor with a non deer partner and I just. I don't understand. Why not?

I mean, this show has countless cross species pairings. Like a cat and spider, a goat (???) and moth, a shark and a moth, maybe a swan and a spider. But the deer has to be with a deer. Okay.

Also, I feel like, out of everyone in the cast, Alastor, the mixed race man, would be most for an interracial couple. I mean, unless I guess his dad really was incredibly awful and abusive that it made Alastor go y'know what? Maybe segregation good actually. I highly doubt it though.

[alotofpockets]

Home | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompts: "I've had a bad day, and honestly all I want right now are some cuddles." & "You've always felt like home."

A/n: Could be read as a part 2 to 'Seeking comfort' but also works on it's own :)

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 1k

Living with Natasha had been nothing short of perfect. You had been living together for a couple of months now, and the experience had been amazing so far. Your shared place had felt like home from the moment you and Natasha had stepped foot in it. Over the months you grew to love the little habits that started to form. 

One of your new favorite things has become coming home to Natasha. The way she ran to the door when she heard the familiar noise of your keys jingling before unlocking the front, always welcoming you home with lots of kisses, was something you would never get enough from. She was always so happy to have you back home, and in return you were very happy to be back in her arms.

Another thing that you loved was Natasha coming home to you. You always tried to make it special, and on your days off you did that by putting some extra effort into dinner. Since the two of you had moved in together, you had picked up cooking, and you tried making new recipes as often as you could. You loved surprising your lover with a home-cooked meal, and a nicely set table, turning dinner into little impromptu dates.

Above all else, you loved creating a home with Natasha. The walls and shelves that were blank upon moving, were now filled with pictures, and trinkets of your life together. Just as you had seen that first day you entered Natasha’s bedroom at the Compound. Natasha loved capturing every moment with her polaroid camera, and you loved looking back on the memories the two of you had created.

You were working on a new recipe for tonight when you heard the infamous, “Honey, I'm home.” Natasha loved being cheesy, and you loved all the domesticity that came with it. The Black Widow was a big softy, she was your big softy, and you wouldn’t change that for the world.  “In the kitchen.” You reply. It wasn't long until you heard her footsteps heading your way, and her arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Soft kisses were placed on your shoulder. “Hi detka.” You lean into her body, while you continue stirring the pan. The pasta was boiling, and the sauce you were stirring was almost done. 

“Hi baby, how was work?” Natasha grunts from behind you and nuzzles her head further into your back. "I've had a bad day, and honestly all I want right now are some cuddles." You put the heat down under your pans before you turn around in her arms. “Oh, darling, I’m sorry you had a bad day.” You wrap your arms around her, and hold her close. “Do you want to talk about it?” She shook her head. “That’s okay. Let’s get you those cuddles, shall we?” 

“But what about dinner? I know you worked hard on it.” She says worriedly. “We can just have it on the couch tonight. Why don’t you take a seat? I’ll be right there.” She kisses your cheek, “You’re the best. I love you.” - “I love you too, darling.” You grab two bowls and set them down on the counter. The pasta dish needed a couple more minutes, so you decided to clean up the table you had set already in the meantime.

Once the dish is ready you shoop the pasta and then the sauce into the two bowls. On a tray you bring in both your dishes and the wine you had poured into two glasses. “It smells really good, baby, I can’t wait to try it.” Natasha appreciated your gesture to skip on the fancy set table and enjoy the food on the couch, however she did feel guilty about ruining your plans of a fancy at home dinner date. “I’m sorry about the change of plans.” She says as you hand her one of the bowls. You shake your head, “Don’t worry about it, darling. I don’t mind where we have dinner, I just want to have it with you.” You sit down beside her and put on one of her favorite movies. She instantly leaned into your side. That was another thing you had noticed, Natasha had become a lot more clingy. She always found your hand to hold, or your side to lean into. You were not complaining though, as you loved being close to her.

When your bowls were empty, you discarded them on the table to clean up later, and changed your position on the couch so that Natasha could cuddle into you properly. “Come here, baby.” You said with your arms wide open. She laid her head down on your chest, and you immediately wrapped your arms around her. The movie continued to play on the TV, and you moved one of your hands to absentmindedly play with her hair, knowing how much Natasha loved it when you did that. “Your cuddles always make me feel so much better.” You place a kiss on her forehead, “Oh yeah? Why is that?” Natasha lovingly places a kiss on your neck, “Because you’ve always felt like home.” Gosh, she really is the most adorable person to have ever existed. “You’ve always felt like home to me too. I am so happy that we have found each other, and that I get to live life with you by my side.” 

Natasha didn’t make it to the end of the movie, you heard her breathing change about half way through it. You knew she had a rough day, so you pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, letting her sleep on your chest while you finished the movie. During the movie you often thought back on how Natasha would softly speak her favorite lines of the movie out loud, the memories always bringing a smile to your face. 

Your girlfriend was still fast asleep when the movie ended. The remote was still within your reach, so you went to Spotify and turned on one of your playlists there. Soft music filled the room, and it wasn’t long before your own eyes fell closed.

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[pearlypairings]

watching buffy for the first time had me frankensteining a lil spike x buffy playlist.... here are some of my contenders with bits of their lyrics:

Drop the Guillotine by Peach Pit

I saw you lookin' back a lot yesterday Thinkin' how could you get this goin' on In whispered press her lips said, "Yes, dance with me" Just pull her close, you got her feelin' weak In the middle of darkness after everybody's gone She'll be lookin' back at you for the dawn You sure know how to drop that guillotine on me Though you would never wanna see me bleed I'll just wipe off my neck, then leave you in between You sure know how to kill me

2. The Blonde by TV Girl

And anyone who ever had a heart Or sang a lonesome song Would sell their little souls Just to make it with the blonde

3. Naive by The Kooks

How could this be done By such a smiling sweetheart? You're so naive yet so You're such an ugly thing For someone so beautiful That every time you're on his side I know she knows that I'm not fond of asking True or false, it may be Well, she's still out to get me And I know she knows that I'm not fond of asking True or false, it may be She's still out to get me

4. Charmed by Σtella  (literally my favorite tune rn)

Tell me, do you think of me like I think of you? Night after night Nothing to do, no-one to fight And now you're gone far away, far away If you could, would you stay, would you stay with me? Shoop, shoop Tell me, my love, do you feel right? Do you feel charmed? 'Cause now you're gone far away, far away If you could, would you stay, would you stay with me?

5. Loose Tongues by The Guest List

White lies Venus in furs The first was mine, the rest were her's She says "Ah, you can use me Again and again But I swear it ain't easy To make it out there, oh no Lord knows." Loose Tongue Loose Tongue Cut me from the noose Loose Tongue

6. #1 Crush by Garbage

See your face every place that I walk in Hear your voice every time that I'm talking You will believe in me And I will never be ignored I will burn for you, feel pain for you I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart And tear it apart I will lie for you, beg and steal for you I will crawl on hands and knees until you see You're just like me

7. Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon

Hot as a fever Rattle of bones I could just taste it Taste it If this not forever If this just tonight Oh we're still the greatest The greatest You Your sex is on fire Consumed With what's just transpired

Am I hitting the mark with these? Can you tell I'm avoiding thinking about real life right now haha oops....

[skintnminted]

some Very Important moments in this fuckass MTV performance

peter giving carl guitar pointers (*insert thoughtful comment about the bittersweet passage of time and role reversal*)

peter tossing his mic stand on song two

the headbutt snuggle thing that carl is NOT into

carl putting on some silly glasses and immediately going over to peter for his reaction

peter laughing on "i'm still in love with you"

carl feeding peter his cigarette in the manner one might bottlefeed a baby lamb

shoop de-lang-a-lang

the aggressive cuddle (aka "oh he's shirtless and giving me eyes? ok let me get a quick grope in")

peter jumping feet-first into the audience

[electric-shoop]

[id: photo 1: page 97 of House of Leaves that contains both the Morse code for SOS as well as two single dots which I tried to link to "echo," the word for E in the NATO phonetic alphabet. At the end of the page, in the lower right corner, is a check mark.

photo 2: an excerpt from a letter Johnny received from his mother that reads "For now all you need to do is place in your next letter a check mark in the lower right hand corner. That way I'll know you received this letter." /end id]

hi shoop, what did you do in your lunch break? oh, you see, i stared at a single dot on a page for five minutes until i went "....e..cho.....??"

[gardensnakie]

pixeled the Shooper

WOAH!?!? ANOTHER SHOOP! JUMPS UP AND DOWN- THE WAY YOU DID THE WOOL IS SO NICE <3 oh wow... the shading on it too, i like how the light lands on it. And the horns are so prwtty :>

[transformersrvoid]

Racing Partner

(Mirage x Reader)

Synopsis: You're a racer and every time you race there is one opponent in particular that never fails to capture your attention- and whoop your ass at the same time. Although nobody knows who the racer is.

Warnings: None, bad writing perhaps

It was here once again, the only one other person who could give you a run for your money. That same silver-coloured vehicle you’d seen countless times before gradually pulling up to the raceway, dim streetlights barely illuminated the blue stripe down the center of it, window tint a little too dark to view the racer within.

Having rolled the windows of your own vehicle down you gave your opponent a loud whistle, lips curling into an excited smile.

Whoever drove the Porsche Carrera easily reflected your excitement with a loud rev, the darkened windows rolling down only an inch as music loudly blared out from within the vehicle. Year-old American hip-hop tricked out the window as an all too familiar tune from Salt’n Pepa’s shoop played, the song itself having you bobbing your head along to the song for a second.

“Oh, I’m going to wipe the pavement with you this time.” Your smile shifted into a grin upon stating that, the engine of your own vehicle revving in tandem with your opponent.

Returning your attention to the road ahead your fingers curled around the plush-covered steering wheel tightly, eyes watching as a flag was raised- then dropped in the same instance. Your foot slamming down onto the gas sending the car rocketing forward, your opponent doing to same.

So say your heart was hammering against your chest would be an understatement, the thrill of a race was always something that got the adrenaline pumping- that and the addition of your favorite competitor? Even better.

No matter how many times you’d raced the silver Porsche, you’d never met the driver- although that didn’t stop you both from having your fun. The mystery behind the driver seemed like something that kept you entertained, excitement rising quickly each time it showed up despite knowing your chances of talking to them were slim to none.

The mystery is what kept things fun, but you’d be lying if you weren’t desperate to meet the crazy driver.

Glancing towards your side mirror your lips twitched up a bit upon seeing the Porsche’s nose falling back, the headlights nearly coming into view before it’d taken a sharp right. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow as it seemingly took a different route than the designated track.

Returning your attention to the road ahead your foot pressed harder onto the gas, hand pushing and pulling the gear stick in tune with pushing and releasing the clutch.

Continuing on your own route your eyes took in the finish line, the ending of the track having been made in a drained water reserve, curved walls lined the entire perimeter and you never gave it a second thought had a set of headlights not shot out from the top of the reserve.

Unable to hold back the laugh in disbelief you watched your opponent speedily race down the side wall, its tires coming to a screeching halt as it’d passed the finish line before you had.

Stepping on your own breaks once the race was open you’d popped out of your car trailing over towards the Porsche, hands raising to give the driver around of applause. “Damn, that was- fucking sick.”

At your words, the vehicle revved once more.

“Same time next week?” Despite knowing you wouldn’t get a verbal response yet another rev met your ears; a smile quickly making its way onto your lips as you watched it begin pulling out of the crowded area.

A few days after your race, you found yourself pulling into a local grocery store; eyes lighting up at the sight of a familiar blue-striped vehicle parked off to the side. Creeping up your own vehicle to park beside it you popped out of the driver, eyes trailing across the glossy surface confirming with yourself that it was the same car.

“Damn.” Leaning against the side of your own car while still taking in the other your eyes drifted up at the sound of someone approaching, the sight of a man carrying a few bags drew closer till eventually, you realized he’d stopped by the driver's side. “Excuse me?”

Noting that you’d caught his attention you spoke once more, “This your car?”

“Oh uh yeah it is.”

“You go to Rally Point?”

Hearing you ask that he couldn’t help but look confused for a second, a ‘no’ initially wanted to leave his lips before the driverside door opened smacking into him. “Yeah uh that’s where I go,” Holding back a groan at the impact of the metal door he nodded his head trying to play it off. “You go there too- right?”

There was some suspicion you had about the guy, however, some excitement overshadowed that suspicion. “I do, actually- damn it’s good to finally meet the guy who kicks my ass each time.”

Glancing towards the vehicle separating the both of you, he sucked in a breath. “Aha yeah,” Leaning over the hood a bit he held out a hand. “Noah.”

Taking his hand in your own you leaned over the hood as well, the edges of your lips quirking up. “(Y/N).” Giving your own name your hand fell from his, palm pressing against the hood of his car. “Some car you’ve got, what is the horsepower like? 3.8 or 3.9 litre? This is a Porsche, right? I’ve never seen that kind of logo before.” Unable to help yourself from spitting out questions you found yourself rounding the car a bit, fingers still trailing across the hood coming to rest on the crest upfront.

Waiting for an answer you seemed to snap out of whatever strange mood you were in, realizing how rude everything must’ve come across considering he had some groceries sitting at his feet.

“Shit, I’m sorry that’s a little rude of me- I’ll let you be on your way.” Pulling your hand away from the warm hood you spared Noah an apologetic smile.

“Oh no worries, I mean I guess uh I’ll see you next time.”

“Yeah for sure!” Excitedly hopping back into your own vehicle you’d spared him a quick wave, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the main stretch.

Waiting for you to fully leave Noah nearly threw his groceries into the backseat, practically slamming the door closed behind him. “The hell was that? Are you street racing now? I thought you were supposed to lay low?”

Without twisting the key, the car rumbled to life, the engine purring loudly as the needle of the radio began moving, another voice filling the interior. “What? I can’t help it- you’re so boring sometimes I gotta find myself some entertainment.”

“And that?” Noah raised a hand motioning towards where the now empty parking spot was. “What was that?”

“She was kinda hot, right?” Upon hearing no response the radio spoke once more. “Aw come on, gotta get the Energon pumping.”

“Mirage-” “Am I not allowed to have a life of my own? I thought you were my man- my compadre, my wingman- come on Noah.”

With a loud groan Noah shook his head, a mixture between a scoff and laugh left him in response.

“Fine. But if we- you get caught, you’re on your own.”

Once again, the crowds of the starting line welcomed you. Today you were merely there as a watcher instead of racer, however, when you’re eyes found the headlights of a familiar silver Porsche. This time around it parked farther away from the finish line and the driverside side door popped open, the man you’d met a day or so ago sparing you a wave.

Giving him a wave back you figured that’d be it for the interaction, but when he’d started approaching your interest grew a little.

“Hey so, I was thinking-” Trying to figure out how to say what he was thinking Noah mentally cussed out his vehicle for a second. “What if you took him for a spin.”

“You’re joking.”

The deadpanned look you gave his suggestion had him stumbling over his words for a minute, quickly trying to recollect himself. “Well we’ve been racing each other for a while, so I thought you’d maybe wanna take it for a spin?”

“And you’re serious?”

“Yeah yeah go and uh do what you’d usually do.”

It was strange for someone you’d just met to insist on you taking their car out for a spin- especially considering you were sure he paid an arm and a leg for it- however from the number of times you’d lost to the pair, you’d be stupid to not take up the offer.

Accepting the keys and trading your own to him you found yourself nestled within the plush leather driver's seat, a part of you feeling nervous about sitting in the vehicle while another part felt giddy- like a little girl getting her first Barbie.

Sucking in a breath you gave the ignition key a twist, the sound of the engine roaring to life right away had you grinning in excitement. The beginning notes of Nirvana’s smells like teen spirit quietly thrummed from the speakers, your hands coming to trace themselves across the leather wrapped tightly around the steering wheel.

“Damn, you’re something.”

The engine practically revved in response.

Putting the car into gear your foot tapped against the gas gradually bringing it towards the starting line. From the way Noah spoke, you assumed he was letting you take his spot in the race for today- which you had absolutely no problem doing.

With the drop of the flag, it had felt like the car started before you’d even pressed down on the gas.

Actually, scratch that- the car was moving, even without you pressing on the gas.

Despite your hands being firmly wrapped around the wheel it seemingly turned on it’s own, the vehicle veering off the main track speedily- however despite the strange circumstances you could only grow a smile in excitement.

The radio belted out K7’s most recent song ‘Come Baby Come’, all the while the windows gingerly rolled down.

Shifting against the seat you could feel the seatbelt tighten a little as the vehicle took a sharp left, the lights of the raceway coming back into view as a familiar slanted wall greeted your gaze. Nearly flying over the edge of it the car's tires screeched against the pavement, windows rolling back up as it came to a full stop.

Taking a moment to let your excitement wear off you unbuckled, fingers lingering across the steering wheel before coming to rest on the open door once you’d stepped out.

Scanning the crowd your eyes right away found Noah, the brunette having been leaning against your own vehicle awaiting your arrival. “Noah,” Calling out you jogged over motioning towards the Porsche. “That was sick- how were you driving that?”

At the mention of that Noah cursed internally, a hand was raised to rub the back of his neck while the other took back his keys. “Oh that, well it can be operated remotely- like an RC car, you know.” He let out a forced laugh adding on once again. “Put it together myself, I am a bit of a mechanic- sort of.”

“Honestly that's impressive.” Taking back your own vehicles keys as they were handed back you flashed him a smile, “Wanna trade cars again sometime?”

He gave an airy laugh at this, sweat trickling down the side of his face. “Maybe.”

Chatting a bit more the two of you inevitably swapped numbers before parting ways, it was exciting on your end not only to meet the driver of the Porsche but be able to ride in it yourself. The experience quite unique in itself and something you’d brought up the next few occasions that you’d decided to invite Noah out.

You thought he was a chill guy, a bit tense here and there but overall it seemed like there was a steady friendship beginning to form.

Inevitably he’d warmed up a bit and you’d taken a few drives together- however, during those drives, you couldn’t help but notice the difference in handling. A part of you began to doubt whether or not Noah was actually the person you raced frequently considering his overly courteous and jerky way of driving, a stark comparison to the smooth and speedy way your opponent drove.

Although maybe you were just overthinking it, it could’ve just been a different mindset on the track is all.

Having been in the garage working on some other projects Noah’s phone rang loudly, the noise halting the conversation he was having with his companion- who in turn questioned who it was nosily. “It’s (Y/N)- just, be quiet.” Holding a hand up to make sure nothing would be said in the background he pressed ‘answer’.

“Hey.”

“Hey Noah you at the garage right now?” With a quick confirmation, you continued. “My car has been acting up a bit lately and I need to get it checked- these other mechanics are trying to charge me an arm and a leg for it so I thought I’d just ask you.”

Behind the phone, Noah shook his head towards the nods and waves of his metallic companion, the guy mouthing a few words before answering you. “Yeah sure, I don’t mind taking a look.”

“Really? Ah thanks man, you’re the best- I’ll be there in ten.”

The phone connection cut out after that, Noah let out a loud sigh.

“This- this is my chance!”

Snapping up at the bots chipper voice he gave him a look, “Chance? No no no what do you mean chance?” Asking that loudly as to try and bring the bot back down to earth, blue optics stared down at him.

“Well her cars obviously busted- so,” With metallic digits, the bot motioned towards himself. “Who here is a car? Yours truly, and what other car is there to use while hers is being fixed?” Sensing that Noah would right away object to the idea he pressed his metal palms together in a sort of prayer. “Come on-”

“No, no way.”

“Noah, buddy, come on- I’ve helped you pick up girls? Just help a bot out here.”

Realizing that he was stuck there Noah let out a grumble, hands coming to run down the front of his face before pointing an accusing finger towards the bot. “Fine, but if anything goes wrong it’s on you- not me.”

“Roger that!”

A few minutes after the initial conversation you’d pulled up to the workshop, the tail end of your car emitting stiff grey clouds from the exhaust much to your clear dismay.

Having shared everything that’d been going wrong with the vehicle as of recently you found yourself leaning over its propped open hood, frustration was clearly evident on your face as Noah himself seemed perplexed at the different fixtures your engine had.

“Don’t you know anything about turbo engines? Doesn’t yours have one too?” As question after question flew from your lips Noah seemed more and more flustered at having to keep up this ruse- he knew cars yes, how to fix them- yes. But modifications specific to racing? Barely a clue.

Racking his brain for a way to avoid conflict he cleared his throat breaking you out of your train of thought. “Hey, why don’t you go for a drive or something? Clear your mind?” It was a reach but he’d hoped the prospect of taking his car out for another drive would be tempting.

Which it was.

“Fine. I’ll try not to be long.” Accepting the offer you snatch Noah’s keys and move off towards the silver Porsche you cracked open the door slipping inside. The plush seat much like before seemed to welcome you, an almost unnoticeable hum filling the cabin even before you started the vehicle.

With a twist of the key the engine rumbled to life, music filling the cabin much like before- had you not been fuming at the moment you might’ve asked what kind of mixtape Noah had and if you could swipe it one of these days.

Pulling out of the garage and onto the road your fingers clutched the steering wheel tightly, foot somewhat heavy on the gas as you muttered to yourself. “I just don’t understand how someone like that could know nothing about modifications but drive so- so well,” Beginning with that you scowled. “Must be cheating or something.”

As if those were the magic words, another voice cut in overtop of the music. “Nah nah, that was all me baby- Ain’t nobody a better driver.”

Your grip on the steering wheel slackened, skin paling a bit as your brain struggled to figure out what had just happened. There was no way this was happening.

“Well, the jig is up then,” The wheel was jerked out of your hands sharply, the car speeding up enough so that you’d slid fully back against the backrest. “About time honestly, Noah is such a drag sometimes- I need someone fun in my life.”

“Ya dig?”

Yet again there was no response from you, instead, just that same stunned silence as you tried to take in the situation. So Noah lied about this being a remotely operated car and it can talk- perfect, wow what a great way to start a friendship.

The car seemed to turn a few more times until it seemed to slow down as an empty loading bay came into view, turning to the side a bit the driverside door swung open- the seat practically pushing you out from within as a series of clicks and metal plates clanking into one another sounded.

Stiffly turning your head back to see what’d become of the former car your eyes ended up following the length of a humanoid form. Bits and pieces of the Porsche seemed to have deconstructed and reconstructed onto the vague shake of a person- or rather robot was your guess.

Something that had you both fascinated yet frightened in a perfect cacophony.

Noting the stunned expression on your face the bot gave a grin, metallic hands motioning towards himself. “What? Like what you see? So shocked that you can't speak? I gotcha.”

Sucking in a breath you ran your hands down your face for a second trying to recollect your thoughts and discern what exactly was happening. “I can’t comprehend what I see at the moment actually.”

Seeing the way you began to pace a little the bot crouched down, forearms leaning against the metal that made up his thighs. “It’s all good baby, take it all in- I’ve got all the time in the world.” Starting with that he then added on. “Names Mirage by the way, not that you would’ve found out any other way.”

At the introduction you nodded your head in understanding, your pacing came to a slow and you raised a hand pointing towards Mirage. “So you’re like- a robot? That can turn into a car?”

His expression seemed to brighten a bit at that, the bot folding his arms with a quick wave of his hand. “Sure if you want to be boring,” He’d unfolded them right after moving back to lean down to your height. “I’m an alien- well you’re also technically one to me too but you get the gist.”

Taking in that response you seemed to digest it quicker than the initial scare of things, your mind finally able to put together everything. “So you were the one I was racing this whole time?”

“You’ve got that right babe.”

Allowing everything to fully sink in you couldn’t help but let out a whistle, your gaze meeting with the glowing blue optics of Mirage. “Then you’re one hell of a driver.”

He seemed to thrive off that response, a quick wink being given before he shifted back into that familiar grey Porsche- popping open the driverside door.

“Right, you are again,”

“Now care for a ride hot stuff?”

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[softantlers]

Who do you think the yellowjackets favorite musicians are. I know shauna is cannon liz phair fan, but others?

Theyre from Monmouth county in the 90s so I feel like one of them had to have been big into the fugees.

oooooo this is based on mostly vibes but basically

natalie

all the basic stuff: og bikini kill liker, sleater-kinney, screaming females (later in life, they're also jersey!), team dresch (canonically), the gits, le tigre

i also think she just Knows Music. so she's pretty much familiar with everything, i feel?? like she knows the top 40s, she knows the canon of pretty much any genre. she and van vibe to dad music together (more on van later).

also, i think she can get into some gothed out shit in the right company (type o negative, forever grey, etc etc)

van

gives me the vibes of someone who listens to lots of different kinds of music but is into dad rock lmfao. she probably has a boner for production quality in a pretentious way that rivals nat. i think she likes shit like foo fighters, even steely dan. pearl jam. obviously nirvana. van and "the pretender" shaking hands.

yeah... pixies... radiohead kdsjfakfjdska, smashing pumpkins

for more fem stuff- hole, garbage, pj harvey (these are also things she connects w nat on)

also, i think she just likes gays!! soft spot for tracy chapman. k.d. lang... oh and she would LOSE IT once she discovered jackie shane!!

van would so go to LP concerts as an adult, i feel.

lottie

i am never letting go of the headcanon that lottie's mom secretly likes yoko ono as a symbol of woc empowerment and lottie followed along with that soft spot for her. <33

otherwise, i think she listens to what's on the radio. she's the one who started the anthem for kiss from a rose and shoop. like she is canonically tapped in!! (i have a maybe painful hc that this is another concerted effort to fit in and be like her peers.)

honestly, i don't know if lottie's given the space for her own musical tastes to develop so much, but i think she'd probably heavily gravitate toward husky and belting fem vocals and anthems. nina simone?? patti smith??? kate bush?? (i think she loveloveloves nat's soulful voice hehehe)

mmmmm i'll cook on the others but these are the only ones i have strong feelings about right now!! share your thoughts too?

(also, i think van might be the best contender for being interested in a local group-- idk why!)

[valle-de-sombra-de-muerte]

Homestuck Reread: Act 4, Part 1/4 (p. 1358-1522)

Read the previous post here. Read the next post here.

After a brief diversion with the Midnight Crew and Felt, it's time to go back to the story proper.

Oh fucking yuck it's that other walkaround flash that uses the story sprites. This one has jank ass combat mechanics in addition to having the same clunky controls as the one in Act 2. Just like that one, this one is also a waste of time. There's no point traversing this and its big ass map.

Wait, is this a Shoop da Whoop reference? God I feel old.

And finally we see Jade's "patron black celebrity": Charles Dutton. Look, I have no clue what Hussie means by any of this. It's just a pattern that I've noticed and nobody else has talked about it before.

Unlike the other kids, Jade always has a somewhat repulsed look on her face whenever she sees her black celebrity. I think she might just be racist, which would explain why she's so xenophobic toward the trolls.

Okay, okay, I'm just joking. Look, Jade is in desperate need of some character traits. At this point, even a negative one would be preferable to nothing at all. Anything to give her modicum of depth.

I wonder what kinds of conversations Vriska or Gamzee would have with Jade. These are things we will never know!

Vriska in particular should've had some meaningful interactions with Jade considering she's the one responsible for her narcolepsy. I'm dumbfounded we never got to see her act more outwardly malicious and cruel toward Jade, or even take a more active role in fucking with her beyond simply putting her to sleep. Vriska isn't exactly known for her subtlety, after all. If she really wanted to put her name on the kids' session and be responsible for all the key events in it, she should've went whole hog.

Perhaps if Hussie had actually planned all this out from the onset, we could've gotten something with more payoff. Recall my earlier post when I said Jade had the makings of a twist villain in these early stages of the story? I'd like to alter and expand upon that with this scenario that I would've implemented in Hussie's place.

Picture this: what if the reason Jade is such a shallow character is due to no fault of her own? What if Vriska had been the one manipulating this human like a meat puppet as her means to infiltrate the kids' session? Pushing the kids to play Sburb in the first place? Her reluctance to give away useful information? All of her intents and motives being masked with overbearing cheerfulness? The fact that she needs "reminders" to keep track of her litany of superficial interests? All Vriska, baby. She has hijacked this kid's brain and is using her as a vehicle to drive the plot forward.

This is back from Act 3, but let's look at how Jade initially reacts to each of her friends and then filter this through Vriska's perspective. John's utter incompetence and Dave's crush on Jade would make them useful idiots in Vriska's scheme. So naturally she reacts positively to both of them.

But she perceives Rose with a single, terse sentence. Rose is the only one who is actively curious about Jade's knowledge of things she shouldn't reasonably know about. This makes her a threat. Vriska would have to put a lot of distance between them in order to keep Rose from uncovering the truth.

And then there are the other trolls. Unbeknownst to them, their efforts to stop Jade would've actually been an internal struggle against one of their own. Vriska would shut them out entirely, not wanting to risk getting them involved with this. All the while, the "real" Jade never gets a chance to express herself because she has been constantly suppressed by an outside agent. Her shallowness would be by design, rather than a consequence of poor writing.

... But I think I'm getting carried away with this tangent. At this point I'm talking about an entirely different comic when this is supposed to be focused on Homestuck. Let's just move on.

So Jade knew about Sburb the whole time, okay. I don't know why it was presented like she didn't at first, but fine whatever. She still continues to be smarmy and coy while John continues to have rocks for brains. Every conversation between these two gives me new insights to the amount of bullshit I'm willing to endure to finish this comic.

I love this line from Dave. Can I get a so true oomfie?

Jade fumbles the SBaHJ reference when someone like Rose could probably recite the entirety of SBaHJ verbatim. In fact, if Rose had fudged up a quote like that, Dave would've shown her no mercy. He holds Jade's hand through it, though, because he's a dumb teenage boy thinking with his dick.

"i got served like a dude on butler island" is a great line. Also, Jade is dismissing Dave getting beat up by Bro as "drama" which, if we're meant to take Dave's domestic situation as legitimate abuse and not a joke, is pretty fucked up.

Dave repeating the whole meteor bit is shut down swiftly because Jade is incapable of keeping up with his patter. Not that I wanted the joke to be repeated anyway, but it's a telling example of how their dynamic works.

Even though Jade and John pesterlogs might be the worst combination out there, Jade and Dave conversations are also pretty damn bad. Dave is normally an entertaining character, but he's squandered in these instances. Jade offers no fun chemistry with him in the same way Rose, or even John sometimes, does. Instead of bouncing his jokes and sarcasm back at him, her obliviousness and naivete causes them to fall flat. She's less a springboard and more of a foam mattress (or smuppet ass, to use a more appropriate metaphor).

And since Dave has a crush on her and wants to appease, he rolls with it and moves along to the next subject without comment. It's like a painfully embarrassing comedy routine where one partner is letting the other flounder on stage.

The trolls act as if certain behaviors like laughing and sarcasm are exclusive to humans, despite us later seeing that such things are normal in their society. It's such a silly bit and I do like it a lot.

Karkat's trolling scheme really is the dumbest plan ever. Also some unfortunate foreshadowing for when he does eventually make shitty diagrams later on.

We needed more moments with the Exiles hanging out and getting to know each other, instead of being pawns to fulfill stupid plot contrivances. It'd make this side-plot infinitely more enjoyable to read.

Note how it's nighttime here when the previous panels with the Exiles were all during the day. This means they must have spent several off-screen hours together by this point. What were they talking about to reach a point where they're all chill with each other? Eh, Hussie deems it unimportant, so we move on!

This is actually a funny moment where Dave allows himself to be a bit of a jerk. I guess even his patience with Jade is wearing thin at this point.

Oh? Rose sounds a little jealous it seems. Dave and Jade get to have a relatively stress-free time playing server and client together. But Rose didn't get to have any of that quality time with Dave because he didn't install his disc until it reached a point where they had only seconds to save her life.

I'm once again thinking about how nice it would've been if Dave had connected to Rose earlier and we could've gotten a lot of banter between them as they navigated the game. Instead we get a lot of toothless slop with Dave and Jade. We were robbed.

Oh shit and Dave snipes right back. He has been getting ignored a lot by both Rose and John, so it's easy to see why he's frustrated. He's mad that Rose isn't putting him as her first priority? God, get a room already.

The last time we saw a conversation between John and Dave was 1,108 pages ago, back in Act 2. John has been ignoring Dave's messages since then. I don't buy the friendship these two supposedly share. If anything, it's extremely one-sided on Dave's end.

This series of pages where PM takes control of the console shows us all the key stuff from the walkaround. This makes it even more unnecessary to actually play it.

This love triangle between the Exiles gets no further attention beyond this moment. Personally I'd have solved it by making all three of them form a polycule, but unfortunately I'm not the one writing this story.

You know, I never gave it much thought before, but why is Grandpa Harley suddenly alive? He doesn't have a dreamself or anything. Nobody revived his corpse. He's just inexplicably wandering the Medium now. If this is ever explained later, I don't remember it.

I know this isn't Mom Lalonde saying this but man... I think it would've had more of an impact if she did say it. Rose never gets to see her mother again, so all she's really left with is this sobering moment of insight that, wherever it is Mom sailed off to, she's doing it for her benefit. That perhaps she's not the cold-hearted, drunken shrew Rose thought she was for her whole life and instead, was just a heavily troubled woman trying her best to be a parent. You never truly know the kind of people your parents are until it's too late, I guess.

None of the kids ever get any closure with their guardians and that's a shame. We never get to view things from their perspectives and they're just glorified NPCs. Bro in particular definitely needed some insight into his inscrutable mind, but Mom also continues to fascinate me. This woman is so full of mystique and contradictions, yet all we ever see of her is fragmented shots from Rose's (heavily biased) point of view.

I wonder what exactly Mom thinks is "best for her child," though. Helping her win the game, surely. She had to have been planning for this moment for most of her life, having known about the countdown in the lab. I wonder if she knew the full extent of what Sburb was going to do, where to go once she got there, and how to help the kids win the game.

Anyway, this panel is definitely a top 10 Rose moment. Or perhaps a top 10 general Homestuck moment, since it has to do with both Rose and Mom. I should be keeping track every time I say this line.

It's very cute how AR contributes to WV's model city. "Begrudgingly" oh come on dude, we all know you're loving this.

These imps must be weak as shit if they're getting bodied by a teenage girl with a pair of blunt knitting needles.

These are some awkward steps transitioning back into the main story, but I remember liking Act 4 the most out of these early Acts. It always stuck out in my mind as what "peak Homestuck" really is, so I can only hope things will get better as we move along. I will say that if we're devoting as much time to Dave and Jade fucking around with the Sburb mechanics as we did with John and Rose, we're in trouble.

[howlingday]

Lie Ren the Huntsman

Ren: Hm? Who are you? I'm supposed to be in prison, so I'm not allowed to have visitors.

Ilia: My name is Ilia Amitola, and I'm an assassin sent here to kill you on behalf of Adam Taurus.

Ren: Oh, okay. So the White Fang are done pretending to be diplomatic? I should warn you; I'm strong.

Ilia: (Smirks) Stronger than me?

Ren: STRONGER THAN ADAM TAURUS.

Ilia: Heh... I doubt it.

Ren: Why's that?

Ilia: Because this fight's already over~.

SHOOP! CRACK!

Ren: (Pinned to the wall) A rapier, eh? Impressive.

Ilia: You focused your aura to a single point on your body. An ordinary huntsman would have been dead before they realized it by now. But your aura'll run out soon enough, then I'll push through and skewer your heart.

Ren: It does look like I'm trapped, huh? So this is what the White Fang are now? All these years in times of peace have made you soft.

SNAKT!

Ilia: (Thinking) Lightning Lash... He shattered it!

Ilia: YOU FUCK- (Punched through brick wall)

Ren: (Flexes hand) One White Fang down. (Bends cell door) If I hurry to Mr. Belladonna, maybe he'll pardon me after taking down the other two-

Ren: ...This guard is dead.

[shinysparklesapphires]

showtime precure!

Chapter 29: Lyna's feelings! Tell her how you feel!

🎀: @baileypie-writes @xryptik @lowcallyfruity @harufallinwonderland

"Can't believe I still don't have a valentine," Lucia whined as she leaned back in her chair, scowling at Reel eating all the candy he'd be given.

"You're so lucky you're pretty Reel, you got so much stuff," Constantine sighed.

"Huh? Oh no it's awful really," he continued chewing blissfully.

"Yeah I bet," Amber rolled her eyes.

"Hey where's Lyna?" Lucia swiped one of the chocolates from Reel and spit it out, "eugh, orange créme."

"Dunno, she didn't show up today I guess," Amber scratched her head.

"Reel, can you atleast share some of your 200 chocolate boxes with us?" Constantine pleaded.

"No." Reel went back to happily eating all of his chocolate.

"Ugh! I hate valentine's day! All those couples and lovey dovey bullshit eugh!" Calamity and Catastrophe sat on the rooftop of one of the shooping district stores, watching all the happy couples walking and chatting together.

"Hey isn't that Cure Set?" Catastrophe pointed to Lyna, who had a folded piece of paper in her hand that she hid behind her back. Violet has standing in front of her looking cheerful as usual.

"Hey Lyna, why'd you ask me to come out here with you again?" Violet pondered.

"Oh I just wanted to tell you that-" she clutched the paper harder, "I wanted to go get another parfait from that one shop and didn't wanna go alone yknow?" She giggled nervously.

"Oh well why didn't you just say that? I love parfait!"

"Lyna?" Violet turned around to see a tall man behind Lyna, who looked both surprised and terrified to see him.

"Malcolm?!"

"So you're one of Lyna's friends huh? I'm her cousin! Nice to meet you!" The three sat down at the Cafe and Violet shook his hand.

"I'm gonna go wash my hands, I'll be right back!" Violet got up to go to the restroom and Malcolm smirked at Lyna.

"What?"

"I saw that charcoal drawing in your hand, we're you planning to gift that to her?"

"Well- uh-"

"You got a crush on her or something?"

"Maybe..." Lyna blushed.

"You're so obvious Lyna," Malcolm took a bite of his crossaint, "sometimes it's a miracle how you can keep any secrets at all!" Lyna's hand instinctively reached to her ribbon before-

"I'm back! Oh Lyna what's that paper you ha-"

"Nothing!" She yanked the paper away and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well if you say so," Violet ate a bit of her parfait, looking mildly disappointed.

"Calamity I want that parfait so bad..."

"Oh shut up we're trying to get the ribbons not a dessert! Plus those things look WAY too sweet."

"Well then who's wish coin do we steal?"

Calamity smiled at Malcolm.

A flash of light appeared as Malcolm passed out onto the table.

"MALCOLM!" Lyna shook at his body but he was unresponsive.

The twins broke through the display window and laughed, "Bad luck Precure!"

"Ooh what's this?" Catastrophe grabbed the drawing out of Lyna's hands.

"Hey give that back!"

"Ewww! It's some lovey dovey drawing she drew for her crush!"

"Icky!" Calamity giggled.

"Lyna, what are they-"

"Let's get rid of it!" Catastrophe smashed the coin and paper together, turning it into a Facade.

"SAWWWW!"

"Precure, Rollback!"

Action sent a flurry of kicks at the monster as it sprayed charcoal powder at the two.

"Dammit! I can't see!" Action coughed before getting slammed straight into the ground.

"Action!" Set wrapped her lasso around it to pull it off of her.

"Thanks!" Action hugged her before sending her ribbon to wrap it up, but it snapped it in half.

"Hey!"

"SAWWW!" The drawing of the monster's face turned into the drawing Lyna had done of Violet.

"Is that- me?" Action stood there in surprise as Set held the monster down.

"I-"

"Oooooh! Set's got a little crush!" Calamity cackled.

Set bit her lip as her face turned red with embarrassment and she felt tears running down her face.

"Set..." Action looked at her with a concerned look before turning to the twins.

"So what if she has a crush? That's nothing to be embarrassed about!" She swung at the monster, "maybe you're just mad that no one will ever love you at all!" Upon hearing that, both Calamity and Catastrophe froze.

"Action Grande Jete Pirrouette!" The monster vaporized and Malcolm's wish coin was returned to him as the twins disappeared.

"Violet I'm sorry, I wanted it to be less embarrassing than this but-" she handed Violet the drawing, "I really like you and it's ok if you don't back I just-" Violet cut her off by hugging her.

"I like you too."

[gardensnakie]

GRAHH you just reminded me i forgot to send you the little doodle i did

i am huge adorer of the shoop <3 rabidly mauling them

OH MY GOSH THE SHOOPER!!! AW THANK YOU THEYRE SO CUTE :33 the little sheep version beside them arrghhh