#okay listen idek how to explain it

[neztune]

Lil Batfam doodle page :3 I’ve been thinking abt them sm, your honor

[vxxxxed]

I'd love to talk about Butcher!Simon. >u<

He's my favorite fucked up special boy. I like to think he has a set of Damascus knives that he keeps perfectly sharp.

Maybe he sees the reader coming in, buying the cheap stuff, barely talking to the cashier, scared when the package bleeds at the edges. He watches for them again, sending the cashier on break so he could talk to them finally.

Maybe they hand him a crumpled wad of bills. He notices the bruises on their arms. So what if the cut of meat he gives them is worth more than they paid? Can't have his shy birdie going hungry.

Maybe they come home one day to him sitting on their couch. Their abusive partner is gone. The tub is a little pink, but that's okay.

Maybe he reassures them through their tears that he's nothing like the meat he cuts up.

[TWs for idek how to tag this, brief implied cannibalism and kinda mentions of how you'd butcher your lover to eat them but it ends there and none of that actually happens and no one's intending for it to you're just talking about it?]

I was gonna say I don't have anything to add to this but if I may go off on a tangent (excerpt from a fic I'm working on), Ghost who is in the 141, left his old life behind (not like he had a choice when it was all taken from him anyway), but he retained all the stuff he learned when he was younger. You see a couple YouTube shorts from hunters explaining how to cut up their kills, and get interested about the process. And maybe that turns into some sort of weird form of intimacy between the two of you. (Alternative working title: Autism be Damned, That Boy Can Meat)

..."Bloody 'ell, watch the pet names there, luv. I might start thinkin' you fancy me or somethin'," he teased, his voice a low rumble that was honestly weirdly satisfying to listen to now that your cheek was pressed to his sternum. "If you wanna learn about cuts a' meat, might as well 'ave a quick lesson. You got a pen and paper there?" He asked dryly, his own form of humour as he rubbed circles against the back of your neck with his thumb.

"Start with the basics, yeah? Prime cuts are gonna be the tenderest, 'cause they come from the least-worked muscles. Ribeye, sirloin, that sorta thing. Gotta keep 'em cold to preserve the fat, though. You let that melt, and you lose flavour."

As he spoke, Simon's hands moved almost unconsciously, mimicking the motions of breaking down a side of beef. His slightly chilly fingers traced invisible lines across your back, mapping out different sections, trying to remember. "Then you got your secondary cuts - brisket, short ribs, that sorta thing. Tougher, but full o' flavour if you cook 'em right. Need time and low heat to break down all that connective tissue."

He hesitated, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he tried to remember more specifics. "Ah, you got your off-cuts too. Offal, bones, all'at. Nothin' goes to waste in a proper butcher shop. Even got some fancy restaurants that'll pay good money for that stuff nowadays." Another pause, "Well, used to, anyway."

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"Trying to figure out how you'd butcher me, Simon?" You'd giggled at the feeling of his fingertips tracing your ribs, but there was nothing but trust and love in your eyes.

Like his own perfect little lamb.

[badasgirlfriend]

Street Hearts Connection | Bada Lee Imagine

pairings: bada lee x fem!reader

genre: fluff idek?!/!/

a/n: i was inspired from the street hearts nyc videos and i thought it was a good idea to make a bada imagine sorry if it sucks i tried my best😭

The host excitedly gestures to the two blindfolded girls sitting at the table, ready to participate in her game of romance and luck. She smiles at the camera and proclaims, "Welcome to Street Hearts where we pair two strangers on a date to find out if its a match or is it a pass"

"Im here with....?"

Y/N clears her throat and responds "Y/N"

Bada can't help but bite her lip at the sound of Y/N's sweet voice "Bada"

"I can already feel the chemistry- LOOK she's blushing and smiling" The host can't help but laugh as she points out Y/N's flushed face and blushing smile, Y/N covers her face out of embarrassment.

"How are you two feeling?"

"Excited"

"Nervous" both Bada and the host laugh at her answer

"Alrighty, let's not drag this on any longer" the host said, with all three smiling. "Let's take off the blindfolds" Bada agreed, as the two girls waited for the host to lift their blindfolds.

Y/N's heartbeat was racing as she closed her eyes from the bright light. She felt the butterflies in her tummy as she wondered what she'll see once she opens her eyes. With her eyes still closed, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. In a flash, Y/N opened her eyes and was stunned to find an absolutely breathtaking woman standing in front of her.

Her face broke out into a bright smile as she took in the gorgeous girl who stood before her, her heart still pounding and her face feeling warm.

Bada was visibly taken aback, her breath hitched as she looked at the girl in front of her, and didn't know what to say to initiate a conversation. are you going She looked utterly breathtaking, Bada was not expecting her to be this stunning. "Hey-fuck Im nervous now too"

Bada couldn't help but laugh, hiding her face with her beanie, her long, dark hair falling over her face. She felt a bit shy and embarrassed, trying to keep her laughter in check.

She looked over at Y/N, and was relieved to see that she was laughing too, just like her.

.·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·..·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·.

"How's your love life going?" The host asked Bada, but she had quite the direct answer.

"Dry" was all she could say, leaving little room for elaboration.

The host turned to Y/N, who was listening intently, and nodded along.

"My ex-boyfriend is now gay, and my ex-girlfriend is straight, that pretty much explains everything," Y/N shared with a casual shrug of her shoulders.

"Are you okay, babes?" The host asked Y/N jokingly, putting her hand on her shoulder.

Y/N laughed, rolling with it and nodding along.

"Is that a red flag to you?" The host asked Bada, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Bada laughed at the question "Well, suddenly I'm colorblind" she said with a smirk. Y/N was glad they were sitting because she would've likely fallen over.

.·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·..·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·.

"Who was your first cartoon crush?"

The host asks Y/N, which caused her to groan in embarrassment.

"No, it's embarrassing," She pushed the mic away, not wanting to talk about it.

"Come on, tell us, tell us!" Bada chants along, wanting to hear the secret.

"Nooo"

"Tell us"

"Fuck it- the candle from Beauty and the Beast, I know Im weird"

"I mean I can't blame you," Bada says, grinning wickedly, already anticipating the next question. "He was kinda-"

"Alright alright, moving on," the host interjects with a light chuckle, and Bada grins even wider, "They're literally the same person"

.·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·..·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·.

"Physical traits like a good smile and cool style definitely catch my eye, but really, I look for kindness, compassion, and realness in a partner. I want someone who's in my corner, even when we disagree. And I gotta admit, I don't mind if they're a bit weird too" Bada answers with a smile, playfully glancing at Y/N

Y/N could sense that the last part of Bada's statement was about her, and she felt her face heat up with a light blush.

"Smooth, what about you?"

"Someone who's smart, funny, and has a good heart. I need a partner who makes me feel safe, respected, and appreciated you know- also tall.. they need to be taller than me" Y/N said, and Bada stood up.

She took Y/N's hand to pull her close, looking down at her with a mischievous grin.

Y/N giggled and tilted her head up to look at her, realizing what she was doing.

"See? I'm taller." Bada said with a teasing grin and laugh, the host threw the microphone and got up

"You two don't need me anymore"

.·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·..·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·.

"What do you do for work"

"I'm a barista," Y/N answered smiling

"Wait, really? Which café?" Bada asks in surprise, now curious to know where Y/N worked.

Y/N chuckles slightly and winks at her "At the SOL café, you should come by sometime"

Bada nods happily, replying with a quick, "Alright, bet,"

"What about you? What do you work?" Y/N asks Bada, and Bada smiles in response.

"I'm a choreographer," she replies, her tone sounding both humble and confident at the same time.

Y/N hides behind the host, gripping her arm tightly while whispering, "She's hot."

.·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·..·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·.

"What's your girl dinner?" The host asks, and both girls answer quickly, smiling at eachother.

"Bada," Y/N says with a shy but playful expression, while Bada smiles back with a light blush on her face.

"It could be her"

The host stares in disbelief at the girls answers

"Are you sure this is your first time meeting?

.·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·..·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·.

"Okay, now it's time for our Streethearts Sparkboards, where we're going to find out if you would go on a second date with each other."

The host's smile grew wider, her eyes glued on the two girls' writings.

Y/N was quick, writing down what she wanted with ease and glancing over at Bada, who was still writing. If Bada said no, Y/N knew she would never recover from the humiliation and embarrassment. Still, she held out hope that it would work, wishing and praying that Bada would say yes

"One, two, three... Show us your answers," the host commands, as Y/N and Bada quickly turn their Sparkboards around. Y/N can't help but grin a bit wider at Bada's answer

'YES (can i have ur number)'

Y/N nodded and excitedly exchanged her phone with Bada before typing in her number. Bada, looking directly at the camera, winked and smiled.

Some people nearby had stopped what they were doing had watched the whole date

When the host made the announcement, the nearby spectators began cheering and clapping in celebration

[milesmolasses]

they’re just people (42miles x african!reader)

— this was a request that I very stupidly deleted

— idek how I fricken did it bruh just read the fic 😭

— miles is nervy cause he’s meeting ur family.

— ⚠️: unedited, reader and miles are aged up to be 17-18 (because it makes sense. what african parent do you know who is letting their child date at 15??), miles having a cute moment with his mom <3

— “senator style” dressing is very common among men in nigeria. look it up and you’ll see what i’m talking about

“you need to calm down.”

you could feel the anxiety radiating off of your boyfriend from a mile away as he was pacing up and down your room, while throwing around a bean bag he found in your drawer. he had quietly snuck in through a window while you were getting ready just to rant to you about how nervous he was.

a birthday party.

your mother had told you to bring him to a birthday party being held for your cousins at a venue. she thought it would be a nice idea to see how he would interact with the rest of your family (and to see if he was any good with children.) in miles' head, he was hoping for a small get-together like you had when you met his mom and uncle.

as he came over to you and and wrapped his arms around your waist he said, “mami, tell me to calm down one more time and I might explode.”

“eww don’t do that I don’t wanna have to clean up your guts,” you joked as you turned to kiss his cheek.

turning around in his arms, you pushed him away from you slightly to examine what was in front of you. miles was freshly dressed in a matching blue “senator style” shirt and pants. you reached for his newly braided braids as you brought them forward to lay on his shoulders. “you look extremely handsome. they’re going to like you, okay?”

he huffed as he rolled his shoulder back, a little tense from all the worrying he’s been doing. “okay.”

when miles snuck out your window and went back to his own home, his mother caught a glimpse of what he was wearing.

“wow, te ves bien. where are you going?” his mother asked sounding impressed by how her son had cleaned up so nicely.

“i’m meeting the parents…” he mumbled looking at the floor. she could tell his nerves were getting the best of him by how his eyes were darting around the room and not maintaining eye contact.

“oh wow, that’s why you’re dressed like this huh?”

“yup”

Rio sighed as she went up to her son, placing both her hands to rest upon his shoulders.

“miles, you listen to me. they are just people. they can’t hurt you, okay? and judging by the person they raised, they’re good people,” she reassured him the best she could as she slid her hands down his arms, rubbing small circles to sooth him.

“what if they don’t like me?”

Rio sighed as her eyes darted to the side, thinking of what to say. she suddenly stepped away from miles as she put her index and thumb on her chin. she began to circle around miles, examining everything about him.

miles could only stand there confused as to why his mom was inspecting every inch of his body. “uh.. ma?” she put a finger to her lips to shush him, still looking and studying him while deep in thought. until she finally came to a stop right in front of him.

“mmk now, ask me what I see when i look at you.”

“ma w-what are you-”

“shhh play along! now ask me what I see, ¡vamos!”

miles threw his arms up and let them fall down in defeat. “fine, what d’ you see mami?”

Rio smiled as she grabbed her sons hands into her own.

“I see the boy I raised,” she explained. “I see him in all his glory on his way to navigate the world he’s been given.”

"I see him trying his best understand what it means to have feelings — what it means to love someone. I see someone who cares enough to immerse himself in a different culture than the one he has all for the sake of a special someone."

she looked down as she continued, “I see a talented, intelligent, kind, respectful little boy who’s not so little anymore. I see someone I couldn't be more proud of, and y’know what—?” she lifted her head so her eyes could meet his, “if they can’t see what I see, están locos.”

miles couldn’t help the soft smile he had on his face as he looked into her sincere eyes. pulling his mom into him, he hugged her and gave her a small kiss on her head.

“te quiero, mami”

“ay mami please I gotta go-!”

“in a minute!”

you stood outside smiling with your hands crossed over your chest watching the scene in front of you; miles mother trying to make him look more presentable by straightening out his shirt and tucking away any miss placed hairs on his head as best as she could.

when she finally kissed her son goodbye and started her way back to the bus stop, she quickly waved and smiled at you before speed-walking to catch the next bus. there were people from your family all outside the venue, chatting each other up and taking pictures, and suddenly this all felt very real to miles.

taking a deep breath, he crossed the street and made his way over to you.

“hi baby,” you swiftly linked your arm around his and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

“damn, how many people you got in your family ma?” he took a quick look inside through the windows and saw a hefty amount of people, which didn’t make this any easier for him.

“don’t worry, most of these people aren’t actually family. they’re more like family friends who we call aunties, uncles, and cousins,” you explained.

“okay okay, yeah sure,” miles let out a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in. he started to look around at all the people outside the venue: they all looked so extravagant in long fitted dresses, and in suits that matched or looked similar to what he was wearing. all of the adults mingled with each other, and children were beginning to group off and mess around.

miles felt a bit like a fraud; like he didn’t belong there. this was all new territory for him. of course he had a few african friends in middle school, but he never really had to face their culture head-on like he was now. when he tried listening to what people were saying, he heard a few english words incorporated into their sentences, but he hadn't a clue on what was being communicated.

he couldn't stop the doubts that began to cloud his mind as he looked around him. doubts that he wasn't the kind of guy your parents wanted you dating, that he couldn't live up to their expectations. doubts that told him in big bold letters, "you don't belong here."

miles' facial expressions and body language often gave away what he was thinking, so when you noticed him begin to shrink slightly, him rapidly tapping his thigh, and his lip twitching slightly, you saw right through him. grabbing his hand, you gave him a small squeeze of affection, and soon enough, you were leading him through the doors of the venue, dodging people and children as you made your way through.

you led him right to your table which your parents saved for you and your siblings, plus miles.

as he saw your parents seated at the table, the first person he noticed was your father's presence. he took notice of the stoic look on his face, and his hand on the table which was intertwined with your mother's.

"hey guysss," you greeted with a smile as you dragged miles over to the table. "this is milesss, the boy I was telling you about."

you could feel miles tense ever so slightly as his father held his gaze.

"good evening sir, my name is miles," he introduced himself with a small smile.

“thank god this boy even knows how to greet,” your father said while nodding in approval.

when he reached his hand out for miles to shake, miles thought to himself, “okay, making progress.”

taking his hand, he gave a firm handshake to your father to which he nodded in approval again. turning to your mother, he extended his hand and said hello and was met with a softer touch and welcoming smile.

“I like your hair,” she mentioned, her hand gesturing to the two braids rested on his shoulder.

miles smiled as he look down to his braids. “thank you, my mom actually does these for me.”

“tell her i said she did well,” she complimented.

“please, sit down i’m sure the food will soon be ready, and then we will see what we can take home with us,” your mother mumbled that last part directed to your father, but you still heard and laughed.

“so, miles, we have been told many good things about you. you want to study physics?” your father asked.

miles squeezed your hand under the table, eyebrows raised in shock. “you guys talk about me?” he felt his heart swell at the mental image of you even mentioning him to your parents — especially your mom.

“of course na, our daughter comes up to us and tells us she’s been seeing a boy — how can we not talk about you?” your mother asked rhetorically. you could see the small almost unnoticeable smirk etching onto miles face. he would never let you hear the end of this.

after almost half an hour of talking, laughing, (mainly between you, miles, and your mother), and getting to know one another, miles started to feel much more relaxed. words started flowing out of him much easier than before, and he even managed to make your dad crack a smile with one of his silly jokes. miles nerves and doubts slowly but surely began to dissipate as the night went on; relief washed over his entire body.

it wasn't until your mother covered him in a layer of fear 4x as heavy as the one he just washed off.

“ah! see your cousin!” you mother told you. you looked in the direction she was looking and saw a toddler running around and giggling.

“why don’t the both of you go and say hi!”

she knew exactly what she was doing.

— bro idk what’s wrong but I really don’t like this (¬_¬)

— but I tried

— idek why but i think the other one was SOOO much better

[joaosnovia]

OKAY SO LIKE HEAR ME OUT yk how joao went to a grand prix once? (idek if thats true i js saw a pic of him with hugo on what i think is the spa track) anyway for this req we'll pretend that's true

so ferrari invites him to his garage (bc we're both tifosi ykyk) anyway and he's like curious and stuff about the car and kind of gets close to it to inspect and stuff

and then reader (who is a ferrari engineer) is like watching him from afar and basically in love (idk bro)

so then hes like looking around to see if someone is there he can ask and he sees reader and he js starts bombarding her with questions and she's answering all of them and yeah !!

idk what to do with the rest of the plot so i trust you to make it better than what my shitty ass mind can put into words <33

❦ - forza ferrari.

warnings:: i wrote this in between history and math revision

writers notes:: running out of things to say! typical me 🤍. anyway the body in the moodboard is tea 😮‍💨.

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @universefcb @mariejuli

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the ferrari garage smells of oil, rubber, and the sharp scent of metal. it’s familiar to you, your second home, really. a place where everything moves in a rhythm, a choreography of machines, engineers, and the relentless hum of technology.

you’re focused on your task, checking over blueprints, ensuring everything’s in order for the next big race. the noise around you is a constant buzz, but it fades away as you work. that is, until you feel a shift in the air, a subtle disturbance, like the way the world changes when something important is about to happen.

you look up just in time to see joão walking into the garage.

it’s surreal, really. he’s here. in your world. the world of precision and speed.

you try not to stare, but your eyes follow him anyway. his presence is hard to ignore. you’ve seen him on the pitch countless times, but here, in this space, he’s a different kind of curious, a different kind of focused. he’s not playing football; he’s inspecting a car. and the way he steps around the ferrari SF90 with wide eyed interest makes your heart skip a beat.

he leans down, inspecting the tires, his fingers grazing the rubber as he mumbles to himself. he’s clearly fascinated, but there’s no one around to give him answers. and that’s when his eyes scan the room, searching for someone to help him out.

he sees you.

and just like that, it’s as if everything else disappears. his focus shifts from the car to you, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. for a second, you think he’s going to keep walking, but instead, he strides over to you with that easy confidence of his.

‘hey,’ he says, a warm smile spreading across his face. ‘can you explain this to me?’

you blink, a little caught off guard. you’ve never been that close to him before, not like this. but you swallow down the nervous flutter in your chest and nod, trying to focus on the task at hand.

‘sure,’ you say, clearing your throat. ‘what are you curious about?’

he gestures toward the car. ‘everything. how does it work? what makes it so fast? these tires, they look different from what i’ve seen before. are they special?’

you chuckle softly, glad for the distraction. it’s easy to talk about something you love, and despite your nerves, you find yourself answering his questions one after another. he listens intently, nodding and leaning closer as if he can’t get enough.

it’s almost adorable, how much he’s into this. how interested he is in something that’s not football, something that’s all yours. he’s not just asking questions for the sake of it; he’s genuinely intrigued, and it shows in the way his eyes light up with every answer you give him.

you talk about the aerodynamics, the engine power, the design, everything you’ve spent years learning. and with every word, joão leans in just a little closer, his gaze never leaving you.

you’re trying so hard not to blush under the weight of his attention. it’s a little too much, if you’re being honest. and then, when you explain the tire specs, he laughs, a low sound that makes your heart race.

‘you really know your stuff, huh?’ he says, his voice teasing but warm.

you smile, shrugging. ‘i guess so. it’s my job.’

he studies you for a moment, as if weighing something in his head. then, with a slight smirk, he leans even closer, his hand grazing the side of the car. ‘so… do you work on this exact car? or are you just the tire expert?’

his teasing tone makes you laugh, and you find yourself more relaxed than you thought you would be around him.

‘i’m involved in pretty much every aspect of the car,’ you say, trying to sound casual, but it’s hard when he’s this close, his breath warm against your skin.

his eyes flicker between your face and the car, and there’s something in the way he’s looking at you now, something a little different. it’s more than curiosity about the car,it’s genuinely enjoying your presence. and before you can think of anything else to say, he breaks the silence with that grin of his.

‘that’s incredible,’ he says, and this time, his smile is softer, more personal. ‘i never really thought about everything that goes into it. it’s more than just speed, huh?’

you nod, feeling that quiet connection spark between you both. ‘a lot more. it’s a lot of people working together, engineers, designers, mechanics, everyone.’

‘and you’re one of the people making it all happen,’ he says, his voice quieter now. almost like a secret between you.

you’re not sure why, but his words make your heart race. and it’s then you realise, he’s not just curious about the car. he’s genuinely interested in you, in your world.

‘yeah,’ you say softly, a smile tugging at your lips. ‘i guess so.’

there’s a brief silence, just the two of you standing there, the hum of the garage all around you. you can feel his gaze on you, the way he’s looking at you now. it’s not just admiration for the work you do, it’s something more. and before you can think of anything else to say, he breaks the silence with that grin of his.

‘well, in that case, i guess i’ll have to keep asking you questions then,’ he says, his voice light, but there’s something else behind it, something that has your chest tightening in anticipation.

you’re not sure what to say, but you can’t stop smiling. ‘you’re welcome to.’

and as you stand there, caught in his gaze, surrounded by the roar of engines and the soft hum of ferrari’s world, you realise, maybe, just maybe, this curiosity between you and joão? it’s just the beginning.

[twit-ter-pa-ted]

Hi!! Could you please write a Reader X sanji fic, where reader is struggling with her mental health, and sanji walks in on her crying?

Only if you;re comfortable!!

Homesick

pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x afab!Reader

warnings: generalized; can be platonic/romantic, sanji comfort:( <3, a bit of taz's physical touch love language possessing sanji

a/n: posting this with mall wifi how do i get in these situations idek

+ congratulations! you're the first to request hehe thank you!

You hadn't been feeling well, lately.

You absently skipped meals, lounged in your and Nami's shared room for most of the time, and spent most of the day sleeping whenever you weren't on adventures.

You were homesick, and it was messing you up badly.

You didn't think anyone noticed, with how everyone would go about their days. It was fair, since you had been trying your best to mask it. You didn't want to weigh everyone down because one of their crew was feeling down.

You must have been masking it well because Nami hadn't questioned your behavior, and she was the most empathetic one in the crew.

It became Sanji's routine to bring your meals to your room instead of urging you to join the crew. Their persistency had stopped working on you at some point and you just couldn't bring yourself to leave the room for a meal.

This day was no different. Sanji called your name through the closed door and you scrambled to hide the photograph in your hand.

"Dinner's ready, darling."

You cleared your throat, "Coming." You stood and opened the door for him.

He greeted you with a smile, with which you forced one back. His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he looked at the dish in his hand.

He had begun explaining what tonight's meal consisted of, but you'd stopped listening before he even started talking.

He called your name again and you snapped out of your daze.

"Sorry," you chuckled anxiously, eyes darting away from his so he wouldn't see right through your disguise, "I'm a little tired. Thank you for the dinner, Sanji."

You took the plate from his hand and moved to close the door when he stopped it with his foot.

"Are you okay, love?" He had been first to ask. Your heart dropped actually hearing the question, tears stinging at your eyes and a lump growing in your throat.

"You've been acting odd lately."

You fought to keep the tears in, at least until you had successfully closed the door to keep Sanji out.

You didn't want to tell them. You didn't want to seem like the weak crew member. You certainly didn't want to worry anyone when there were bigger things to worry about.

"I'm fine, Sanji," you spewed out the lie in such a way that, unbeknownst to you, only rose Sanji's suspicions.

You had been in this crew together for months – by cooking for the crew, Sanji had memorized everyone's behavior. It seemed that your bunch was the happiest when it was time for meals, and for fights.

You were a free spirit and a social butterfly. Even while eating, you would make conversation with the crew. Now, you barely even joined them for meals. Everyone seemed to assume it was because of what you had gone through with the crew, in contrast with your silent and calm town, and how you may take some time to get used to the sudden change.

Sanji could tell you weren't fine, but he didn't have any reason to press on towards what you may or may not be going through. He knew doing so could only aggravate you.

"Alright, then. Enjoy your meal, love. You're free to join us any time," was something he always offered. Still, you would end up eating alone in your own room.

He began departing from your room, and you were free to close the door.

But you didn't, not until his figure was out of sight.

* * * * * *

The day was like any other. You remained in your room again, reading books if you weren't looking at the photographs of your family that you had taken along.

Tears were streaming down your face before you knew it.

You covered your face as you cried, sitting at the foot of your bed. Your back faced the door so you would have enough time to get yourself together if someone were to knock.

But you didn't seem to hear him.

You heard a plate being put down and you instinctively turned with a gasp, then turned back around to wipe your tears. He was kneeling in front of you in the blink of an eye.

"No, no. Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He held your wrists in a vise grip.

You shook your head profusely. "No, it's nothing. You don't need to worry about me."

"Hey." He grabbed your face to get you to look at him, even through your blurry vision. "I care about you. I'll always worry about you."

He held your hand and wiped at your dampened cheeks, settling next to you on the bed.

"What's wrong, lovely?"

You leaned into him and he opened his arms to wrap you in an embrace.

"I've just been miserable," you spoke against his dress shirt. You waited for him to talk, to react somehow, but it seems he was giving you the time to let it all out.

"It's not the crew, it's not you, it's just – " your face scrunched up and you burrowed as tears began welling up again.

"It's okay." He began rubbing your back.

"He-hey, I could go get Nami if you – " He began to stand up when you took him by the wrist.

"No, just…" you trailed off, shaking your head as you couldn't find words to spew.

He looked at you and sat back down, holding your hand that took a hold of his wrist. "Okay. Okay, just take your time."

"I don't know why I've been feeling so…gloomy." You shrugged. "Maybe it's because I'm a bit homesick."

"Do you want to go back?" He asked. "To your town?"

You took some time to answer.

"I do, but I don't." You furrowed your brows and shook your head again. "It's…complicated."

He remained silent. You still had yet to look at him again, so you couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment.

"I want to go back home and stay, but I also want to stay with you guys," you elaborated, "Everything just seems so much more fun and thrilling when I'm with you guys."

You finally looked at him again. He held a sympathetic look while his hand remained on your back.

"Can I tell you something?" He asked once it was clear that you wouldn't speak again.

"I'll be damned before I let the geezer hear it, but there are some days I miss my old man," he confessed. "There are times when I think of what could've been if I stayed, despite how godforsaken that place is."

He shifted as he looked away towards the window of the room. "Then I remember – life would just be bland, wouldn't it?"

"I joined because I wanted something more with my life. So, maybe it would help you decide if you think about why you joined the crew and chose to leave in the first place," he concluded and looked at you again. The tears had stopped at this point, though you continued to sniffle.

"That…helps," you spoke as if surprised that it did. "Thank you, Sanji."

He flashed you a smile, which caused you to reciprocate it, genuinely. "It's no problem."

You remembered why he came in your room in the first place and turned to the plate put down atop your dresser. "Is that lunch?"

He hummed as he stood to get it. "Your favorite. I had a feeling you'd need it."

He gave you the plate, to which you silently thanked him for. "Whenever you're feeling sad for leaving home, leaving your parents, just think of how much your parents went through to get you where you are right now."

You couldn't help but chuckle. "You mean on a pirate ship with a wanted rubber captain?"

He laughed as well, placing a gentle hand on the side of your head to plant a kiss on your temple. "Yeah, exactly."

A comfortable silence fell upon the two of you as you looked down at the plate you settled down on your lap.

"You can talk to me, you know. To the crew," he spoke again, "You don't have to keep it all in."

"I just don't want anyone to worry about me."

"Darling, a crew stays together by worrying for each other – caring for each other." Sanji shrugged then chuckled. "Hell, I don't know about anyone else, but I'm all ears even through a fight."

You, too, laughed. Just imagining how that could go was entertaining to think about. "Thank you for listening."

He placed his hand on your shoulder, his arm around you. "Anytime."

[joelalorian]

WIP wednesday thursday friday

Imma bout to just call it WIP day. Thank you so much for the tag, my dear @burntheedges!

Being the phasical (is that even a word? idek) person that I am, I've been struggling to write much and my attention turned to playing Tom Clancy's The Division 2 for way too many hours. I'm finally getting bored with that game (again), so it's back to writing :) I have two things - one is a story that I'm 5 chapters into already and the other is just an idea so far:

Untitled stepdad!Dave York x f!reader - still rough draft form, so forgive any glaring mistakes, please. This one will likely launch around the new year.

“Sure, honey. You can come stay for a while,” your mom assured you. She sounded excited even though it wasn’t a call you wanted to make, not at this point in your life, but what other options did you have? “You can see the house and meet your new stepdad!”

Dead air. It took you a moment to process her words. “My new WHAT?” your voice rose toward the end in utter confusion. You didn’t even know your mom was dating anyone, let alone someone serious enough to fucking marry! “Oh, honey, his name is Dave and you’re just gonna love him,” she replied with a lovesick simper. You’d never heard her voice do that. She must be really into the guy. Enough to marry him without even inviting you to the god damn wedding? She’s still chatting away, explaining how they met – at work – and how it was such a whirlwind romance that they got carried away on a work trip to Vegas and decided to just tie the knot without telling anyone. Okay. That, actually, didn’t surprise you. Your mom was super smart but could be a total a flake sometimes, leaving you to wonder who the adult was on more than one occasion while growing up. She had you really young and never quite matured. “That’s great, Mom. I can’t wait to meet him,” you finally replied after twenty minutes of listening to her gush over this Dave guy. “But I’m not calling him Dad.” She laughed. “Of course not, honey. He’s too young to really be your dad anyway.”

2. Suddenly Snowbound - Joel Miller x f!reader holiday fic inspired by the Hallmark movie Love You Like Christmas. Coming December 2024.

Joel owns a ranch and sells the finest Christmas trees in the state during the holiday season. On a road trip to find a fresh start on the west coast, a blizzard leaves you stranded in the small town near Joel's ranch. Calamity and, dare I say, love ensue.

NPTs - always late to the party, apologies to anyone who's already been tagged/done this and i missed it - @baronessvonglitter @kyberblade @sirowsky-stories

@grogusmum @thundermartini @pedges-world @thesummerpetrichor @aurorawritestoescape

[xoxo-g0ssipgir1]

Harleys 111 follower event

Okay idek how to explain how grateful I am lol. I litterally just did a 50 follower event last month and I’m already at 111 followers?!! Thank you so much

Plus I reached 111 followers on my birthday??! Like oh my gosh

It gonna be kinda like my 50 follower event but idc lol just request some different things

Intro post

put one or more of these in my ask box!! (If I don’t get to it right away don’t worry I’ll do it eventually)

Getaway car🐍- I’ll make you a mood board (request something or I’ll just do it based on your blog/vibe)

I think he knows 🩷- I’ll give you a name of an aesthetic that I think fits you

Question💋- you can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly

Exile☁️- send me a song to listen to and I’ll rate it

Electric touch🌷- I’ll give you an outfit that I think matches your vibe using Pinterest

Lavender haze💸- send me a ship/trope and I’ll rate how much I agree/like it

Dear reader📚- send me a ship and I’ll make a playlist that I think suits them

Rules:

Don’t be creepy

Only followed and mutuals can request things

Keep it appropriate

If I don’t answer the request it’s either bc I’m busy or didn’t see it :)

Mutuals 🫶🏻

(That I interact with the most)

@urbanflorals @helpimhopelesslyinlove @dam-bluecookies @swiftieannah @leaskisses444 @riordanness @formulalina15 @incrediblysleepdeprived @incorrectatlas @doyoujustnotwantto @skeelly @a-beautiful-fool @squeliy @mqstermindswift @missedyour21st @svnflowermoon @rachellelizabethhdare @justalunaticfangirl @bakingheartzz @all-too-unwell-13

(I’m so sorry to everyone I couldn’t tag or I missed) (if you want to be added ore taken off please ask <33)

[duckuwu]

i do think about how i resisted kpop for so long

and then the one group to snatch me is the princess one.

i dont remember if i've talked about how it happened here before (probably), but... i've had two really close friends (who are both online and semi in person friends) who've been into kpop for many years now. and they kept talking about it, and the specific groups they like, and they kept trying to bring me into it. (just like there's some of you tumblr buddies who were also trying to assist me in that) but i just wasnt vibing w anything they sent.

but they were trying for years, and also getting such genuine joy out of it too, that i felt bad that i couldnt join them on the journey.

so i went to pandora and had it play me a kpop playlist.

and most of the tracks were skips for me. but there were some songs that i really vibed with.

they were always IVE. (okay, sometimes le sserafim would sneak in with newjeans. (enhypen was there too, my boys [pets gently]) but their tracks were hit and miss, whereas every single IVE track that came on...)

so i went to the music videos. went with the track that i loved the most: love dive. and i was like: oh, i get it now.

like, listen, the track is a fuckin bopperino. it's been in the top 100 of korea charts since it was released (it just left this weekend). but there was just something about these young women's attitudes. they know their worth and dare you to like them. dare i say...they were cocky? and the hook of the song "narcissistic, my god I love it" (and how there is some humour in it, but also they're just being honest too). and yeah. that's just what i've been wanting from female pop for decades. confident, cheeky, intelligent, not pandering to the male gaze.

...but now that i've been in this for some time now (and have expanded my listening range). I think it was just simply that the right group hadn't found me yet.

i don't really know how to explain it to people who aren't in it, but all these different groups are put together with a certain style/vibe/personality/goal. like, especially once you get to know the personalities of the members of the various groups. so, like, whilst there might be some crossover with people liking various groups, there's going to be that ONE group that is THE GROUP for someone, the group that truly best suits someone's personality.

like, i'm IVE, and the way they are with each other and their personalities, senses of humour, confidence, the lyrics of their songs... are very much the exact fit for me. whereas one of my RL friends has aespa as their main group, and the personalities, sense of humor, attitudes etc, truly fit the personality of my friend too. the stray kids fans i've met vs ateez fans vs enhypen etc... like you meet them, you talk to them, it's very easy to see why that one group is their main group. and also why their bias is their bias. (bias = favourite group member). it's kinda wild to think about. and very much not at all ... you cant really find the same in western groups. 1D fans were all over the place, same for bsb & nsync, fifth harmony etc.

it's fascinating. obviously subversive marketing that really fucking works. lmao and yeah it's marketing, but it's also based on something real.

but i really do find it absolutely hilarious that it's the group with the princess aesthetic that snatched me. for years now people on tumblr have been like 'dreamcatcher is right up your alley' and aesthetically, i do get it. and yet here we are lmao i do love me my rich intelligent women with hearts of gold (hello lena luthor). we just dont really get to see it in media much. (but also, again, i do want to stress that auditorily and lyrically i was ensnared by them before i even saw the group and their personalities)

this was my first favourite track of theirs:

and this is my absolute favourite track of theirs:

i'll shut up now lmao. idek if anyone'll read this ramble but hey

and if there's any kpop fans (friends/long time followers etc) whove been in this for a minute, feel free to correct any of my wrong assumptions about how things are? i know i'm new. and i also know i've got a masters in IVE specifically, and that I've only glanced the surface of other groups. but when you've found your happy place, it's really hard to watch other things when you could be in your happy place. lmao

[junhanndee]

okay I may be biased & delulu bc im a bigger girl but i keep thinking abt gaon with a plus sized girl like idk it just feeeellllsss right in my soul idek how to explain it I just think he'd love some chubby gorls in his life! -🍯

NOOOOOO I GET YOU OH MY GOD !!!!!!!!

as a plus sized girlie too!!!! YES YES YES YES PLEASE !!!!

(i also think jungsu, gunil, and junhan might be for the plus sized girlies too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

gaon would literally love nothing more than feeling your thighs around his head when he eats you out :)

he would love watching you sit down and your thighs touching together……

i can definitely see him just loving all over every single inch of you no matter what and this ask made me tear up as a bigger girl myself :,)

(listen. about jungsu, gunil, and junhan. jungsu and gunil are both buff as fuck so like,,,,,,, manhandling a bigger girl ???? they are basically built for that and i think bigger girls drive them insane. and with junhan…… come on hes tall skinny nerd guitarist i just KNOW when he sees a plus size woman he’s like Hhhhhhhhhh and gets all embarrassed because he’s so jdjsjfncjfndkfn) anyways

[spirkme915]

Pick a Song #1 - Take My Breath Away by Berlin

for @between-stars-and-enterprise a spirk drabble inspired by "take my breath way" by berlin.

because my brain is a maze of incomprehensible turns and multiple exits, the first thing i thought of when i saw the song title was "top gun" and all i could remember about that movie was that the gorgeous woman may have been a teacher to the hotshot pilot (idek if this is true??) and i thought of spock teaching jim something, then i looked up the lyrics to make sure i remembered them well enough, and got stuck on the line "if only for today, i am unafraid" then this drabble (or, really, longer than a drabble, oops) happened!

it's all fluff. nothing but fluff.

i hope you enjoy 💙

Jim sets down an apple on the corner of the lectern then takes his seat at the table in the front row.

While he remains the captain in this conference room turned classroom, he won’t be in charge today - that illustrious honor belongs to his highly competent XO.

Spock lifts his gaze from his padd and, upon spotting the red fruit, inclines one svelte eyebrow in question.

“It’s an old Earth custom to give a teacher an apple,” Jim explains.

“Solely this specific type of fruit or any other?”

“Just an apple.”

“What was the origin of this type of gift?”

Jim hesitates, accesses the recesses of his memory and comes back blank. “Honestly? I don’t know.”

“Then I must conclude it is an illogical custom.”

“And yet, delicious. That one’s real not replicated - from a bag I picked up at the last starbase. Don’t waste it.”

The corner of Spock’s lips twitch. “Is that an order, Captain?”

Jim tsks. ��You’re the one in charge, Mr. Spock.”

“Very well.”

Spock begins the lecture, immediately commanding the attention of the fifty-ish crew who have gathered to hear the most recent updates to Starfleet landing party procedures. Jim tries to pay attention, he really does, but he’s well-aware that he’s going to ignore most (all) of the official procedures the second circumstances deem it, and his time here today is much better utilized cataloging every inch of his first officer.

Appropriate? No, not at all. But a better use of his time? Without a doubt.

While he can’t quite force himself to listen to the substance of the lecture, the dulcet baritone of Spock’s voice rolls over him pleasantly. He appreciates the grace with which Spock moves between the lectern and the viewscreen - long legs, narrow hips, the fit of science blues over a well-formed chest and arms. Spock points to a block of dense, dreadfully boring regulation text on the viewscreen and Jim loses himself in the twist of Spock’s wrist, imagines those elegant fingers against his skin.

Jim clears his throat, stations his elbows on the table and decides to pay attention. It’s time to focus on something else.

Spock is a good teacher, engaging and patient, and Jim’s heart squeezes with adoration as the supposedly bland Vulcan keeps over fifty people hanging on his every word. The material is dry, yet Spock interjects stories from previous missions and invites others to participate. The first wry joke Spock cracks, Jim is the only one who dares to laugh. Ten minutes later, Spock has the entire room snickering. It’s all rather…endearing.

Because of course it would be.

Most people see Spock’s ears and eyebrows and make all kinds of assumptions. But the reality of Spock is much more Human than Spock would ever admit, much more saucy than Bones knows how to deal with, and so rebellious that Spock can make the James T. Kirk look tamed.

Jim may just be a little bit in love with him.

Or, well, a lot.

Spock catches his eyes and Jim gazes back with a smile meant just for his XO. He has to be completely obvious in the moment, but he can’t find the will to care. It’s not as if it’s the first time and it most definitely won’t be the last.

Every look he gives Spock is an invitation extended that he shouldn’t want Spock to accept. It’s safe because he knows that Spock never will.

But that’s okay. Because if this is all they ever are - friends, confidants, chess partners, brothers in arms - then Jim’s life is more complete than he thought it could be. The life of a starship captain can be painfully solitary and Spock’s ever-present presence at his side ensures it’s not.

“Captain?”

“Yes, Mr. Spock?”

“The lecture has concluded.”

Jim starts, glances around the room to find he’s the only crew member remaining. He has no chance of concealing the flush on his cheeks when he meets Spock’s eyes again.

“Ah. It appears it has.”

“Is there further clarification you seek, Captain? I am available for the next twelve minutes to answer questions.”

Will you marry me?, he thinks.

“No questions,” he says.

Spock accepts that with the hint of a nod then heads toward the lectern. He shuts off the viewscreen, picks up his padd, then palms the apple.

“Captain,” Spock says. “Thank you for the gift. I find it is most appropriate as it reminds me of you.”

Jim remains in his seat, curiosity getting the better of him. He rests his arms on the table and clasps his hands together. “And how is that, Mr. Spock?”

Spock takes two steps forward, until he’s standing in front of Jim - a table and an apple between them.

“It brings to mind a Terran colloquialism my mother was fond of saying - you are the apple of my eye.”

Important. Viewed with affection. Cared for.

Cherished.

Jim isn’t sure about the origins of that either, but the meaning is crystal clear.

“As you are for me,” he admits.

Spock leans down then and Jim has a mere fraction of a second to realize that Spock is going to kiss him before Spock’s lips are actually against his. It’s a shock of much colder skin first, then softness, then an electric heat that starts at his lips and zings through his entire body.

When Spock inches back, Jim can’t quite breathe.

“Have dinner with me tonight?” he asks.

He sounds just as breathless as he is. He can’t dredge up an ounce of shame for that one.

Spock holds up the apple, his oh-so-Human eyes dancing with sauciness, rebelliousness, and mirth.

“I will bring dessert.”

[bbina]

i fckng hate second chances with every fiber of my being and every living cell in my body. once its over, its over. if u fckd up IMMEDIATELY ✂️✂️✂️ i hate it when a characters get second chances after fckng it up real bad like NO U DO NOT DESERVE ANOTHER CHANCE AND OTHER MC ALSO DOES NOT DESERVE TO RISK GETTING HURT AGAIN

on the contrary tho, for btl, i do think yn should get another chance? is it another chance? well, wonbin didnt really give her a chance to explain herself, he went ahead of himself and created assumptions. and i know that every one says yn is the problem cus had she not offered the fake dating set up this wouldnt have happened BUT wonbin had no problem agreeing to it so....wouldnt really say yn is the root problem. the root problem is their lack of effective communication skills, emotional management/control and listening skills!!! wonbin im sorry but running away was a stupid af thing to do and i know ur hurt but u literally made assumptions after seeing 2ppl hug. babes ppl can hug platonically, believe me. thats all i have to say. *bows, drops mic and leaves stage*

im sorry for the sudden rant when this discourse was already over like a week ago i could not help it. ive been following u for a while but i am a silent reader and this is my first time sending an ask to anyone here in general. im so nervous. is my english okay? i swear i know proper punctuations but im too lazy to do it rn rip. i just want to say ive never been so invested in an eng au cus i usually read the ones in my native language cus THEM ANGST HIT DIFFERENT BRO anyway, i love ur writing sm <33 makes me wanna start writing again as well if it werent for my busy af shed (graduating student things). cant wait for the next updates ✨️🫶🫶

but the angst material is tew gewd don’t you think? second chances trope is nice and all if done right 🤪 maybe some groveling here and there and viola! perfection

most valid btl theory ive seen 😫 they’re both dumb 🤝 and did mistakes,, (yn made a bigger mistake tho) but point still stands

nah ur sudden rant about the week old discourse is perfectly okay. any rant about btl is 👌 cus im curious on how each person takes in the story and seeing a bunch of different reactions is what keeps me going 😫🤝 AND AGAIN IM HONORED TO BE ONE OF THE FIRST PEOPLE YOU SENT AN ASK TO 🙏 your english is great!!!! thank you so much for reading!! and i hope whatever i put out or something makes u want to go back to writing 🙏 i myself is a graduating student too but i still find the time to insert my hobby which is this because i love it so much and its honestly my stress reliever (contrary to popular belief i write more eloquently when i’m either stressed or having a headache idek why lol maybe it gets my brain juice all worked up)

[petrichoraline]

Heheheh, here i go and I wanna know your

Favorite tropes

Kpop bands

Female characters

Ice cream flavors

Words in your language

bestie i take days to answer single questions and you've given me 5 😭 okay then, let's get to it!!

Tropes💘

a few things i go insane for:

power couple or stick it to the haters

when the characters know each other so well and prove their bond to outsiders. this includes but is not limited to:

"he's a monster!" "no, he isn't." (LBFAD)

"he'd never fall for someone like her" *he's head over heels* (Itazura na Kiss)

"i won't allow it!" *proceeds to give their blessings because they finally see how they're giving their kid what they failed to* (alternatively the couple flips them off and rides off into the sunset) (F4: Thailand iirc)

contract marriage or alternatively fake dating

nothing like faking it into making it 🥰 bonus points if a cocky mean outsider is into one of them and knows that it's a scam so they get a nasty surprise (idek where that is coming from but I've seen smth like that fs)

this trope's sister:

forced proximity combined with enemies to lovers

(one bed™️ can fit into this category)

oh to start on the wrong foot with someone but then be forced to see them in their natural state and appreciate the way they tie their hair before doing the dishes and help out the neighbours bring their groceries upstairs. to lie in bed thinking about how they bought an extra soda can ("it was on sale" ) that is coincidentally the flavour you love but they find gross. this trope is the gift that keeps on giving, you get domesticity, you get gradual mutual understanding, seeing them at their most vulnerable, it's so good. and they're basically prepared for marriage lol

introducing a bunch of diverse characters quickly through narration

i'm a sucker for a good variety of characters having unique to them intros (murder mystery staple) esp when it's like the camera going through an apartment building and you learn what type of person lives on each floor, it's so fun

found family or supportive friend group

again, usually a colourful bunch of characters, this time united by their love for each other. the compassion, the warmth, the shenanigans, it's so good 😭 (thinking of the kitty gang and the uncanny counter squad lol)

Kpop bands💫

for bands it's

1. Day6

2. The Rose

3. N.Flying

and then Xdinary Heroes, Lucy and FT Island sharing a spot ig haha

as for groups..i's insane to even think about it, I just know Seventeen and Day6 are on there, everyone else is depending on criteria lol like whose albums have i listened to the most? Ateez, Monsta X, Got7. who are legends i can't not mention? INFINITE, SHINee, EXO, BTOB etcetc. don't do this to me lmao

Female characters 🪷

I'll just have to go with ladies in bl because otherwise it's impossible

1. Hashimoto Mio (Kieta Hatsukoi)

2. Photjanee (MSP)

3. Yan Li & Wen Qing (to me they're sisters and they're sharing a spot idc) (CQL)

4. Fujisaki Nozomi (Cherry Magic)

5. Miriam (Tonhon Chonlatee)

shoutout to my love Jingjai from Home School 💓

Ice cream flavours🍦

in no particular order:

1. chocolate

2. yogurt

3. pistachio

4. raspberry sorbet

5. caramel

Words in your language 🔤

as I refuse to flat out state where I'm from you're getting descriptions of words lmao

the word for love with the connotation of it not being romantic (but could also be used for romantic love)

the word we use as a replacement for any place, action, quality, as a verb, adjective, noun or adverb when the proper word doesn't come to mind (works best if the other person has context, otherwise they're just listing out things you could mean and you get gradually more frustrated that they don't get it)

a made up word combining a word for idiot and the name for a french bulldog (I will not be explaining but it's hilarious)

an adjective from the word for moon that describes moony things like light, stone, cycle

and not one of my faves but a fave to use with kids - an endearing nickname from the word for sun

[arsenalgbt]

I eagerly await the essay I want on Martin being a pillow princess (Kieran's head between his thighs and Martin not even wrapping his fingers in his hair or thrusting despite wanting so separately to do it because he does not take control or initiative during sex in anyway!) for now though, soccer mom's au snippet...

"Of course, he'll want to come" Leo told him, giving his back a gentle rub as though the motion would convince his son to believe him "Your dad loves you so much, he'll always want to be with you"

"Then why is he not here?" Gabriel asked, his voice hesitant and Leo knew his own eyes had widened with panic. Gabriel had asked a lot of questions when he was , asking why more than any other child in the world probably had when he was younger and over time his curiosity had led him to bigger questions. He liked to know how things worked and why things were the way the were, he wanted to know everything and while Leo and Kieran loved it about it about him, it did make it harder sometimes. Especially when Gabriel's curiosity was not settled by whatever answer they had offered. 

Leo remembers the day they told him that Kieran was going to move out. Ben had agreed to let Kieran stay with him, insisting that it did not mean he was taking anyone's side in the divorce, and Leo had wordlessly helped Kieran pack a bag. They took Gabriel for McDonalds after school to celebrate that he had passed his maths test as promised and had acted as though everything was okay. When they got home, Gabriel asked about the bag at the end of the staircase before he had even kicked off his shoes. Leo had felt a pang of guilt when he'd asked if they were going on a trip, his eyes sparkling with excitement and had let Kieran explain what was happening. Kieran had simply told him he was going to stay with Ben for a bit and Leo still remembers the rage that bubbled within him listening to his husband, he was filling Gabriel with hope that he would return and was trying to leave it to Leo to explain that he wouldn't. Leo hated when Kieran made him the bad guy.

-💙🤍 KT anon

you see those two are martin's blush pink core. they are him. ben and gabby j are not this pink, I agree.

I don't have any HC of Martin being a pillow princess tbf but trust these images have been in my drafts for WEEKS. glad they can come out as per intended!!!!!!

also as it has always been with arsenal's media team lacking in the arsenalgbt agenda = the lack of kt Martin and ktrossard pics are diabolical. shame!!!!!! literally that's Martin and leo's OG man!!!! #disappointed

AND THE SNIPPET. 10k of chapter 2 soon yeah? will be there. to this day idek why they decided to split like? maybe I shall reread soccer mums au again. I would like to make a request, hopefully it can be seen as a constructive suggestion. would you please break the long sentences pleaseeeeeeeee ngl they intimidated me LMAO. like I couldn't take a breather when reading such long sentences, rarely with a — or a coma, ya feel me 🙏🏻

[idkwh0y0uare-haha]

guys pls ik bullets is abt vampires 😭

idek how to explain this..........

okay, when i say revenge is the most vampire-ish album, I'm talking abt visually speaking. Y'know? The black and red, the blood, the cemeteries, the song titles. Hell, the Helena music video feels like something I would see in a vampire movie or something

if i was a first time mcr listener, I would automatically assume revenge was the most vampire-ish album just by the overall aesthetic (for lack of a better word) of the album. I mean just look at them

"we're not vampires" my ass..............

i saw a post a while back that said something like "Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge is the most vampire-ish album but ironically vampires are never mentioned in any of the lyrics" and i have never truly been the same

[vitaminwaterreviews]

fromis_9 - Unlock My World

I don’t really know what I was expecting from this album. Actually, seeing as I don’t know any other fromis_9 music, I kind of just assumed that they were a generic bubblegum group like any other. And this album sounded very much like a bubblegum girl group’s first foray into darker concepts. The album as a whole felt dark and empty, and while that vibe can be a lot of fun for a song or two, it gets really repetitive and boring after the first few songs.

The middle songs were all completely interchangeable, and pretty much all filler. You could’ve cut half of this album out and ended up with a more pleasant listening experience as an EP, but it feels like they added half of an album worth of filler just to call it a studio album. That said, if you’re more into this type of sound, then I’m sure you’d rate this album much higher. That’s kind of how Twicetagram is to me; a lot of the songs sound similar, but I happen to like that sound, so I really like that album. Average rating is 7.2 which … Yeah, I guess that’s alright. I think individually, these songs are better than as a whole. Like, if any one of these came on shuffle, then I’d enjoy them way more than I did listening to them as an album. I’ll probably add a couple of them and then forget that the rest exist.

- I know the title track, nothing else. I’ve heard great things about this album though, and I don’t even know any other fromis_9 stuff, so I’m excited!

Attitude

Okay, I like the soundscape

What even is that synth?

Woahh this synth is even cooler

Mmm I think I like this, the chorus was nice

The song isn’t doing anything super innovative but I’m a fan of this style of staccato synth stuff

Oh yes, is this the bridge? This is so good

9/10

#menow

I don’t actually know if I’ve ever seen the MV for this, let’s find out

Wait what is this aspect ratio

Wow look it’s an airplane

And here’s the song

Damn they really highlighting the fact that they lost a member lol

The synths here are super sad

Haha this is cute

Hey look it’s the airplane again

7/10, I like it, it’s not too special as far as title tracks go

Wishlist

Mm this is cute

Oh it’s all english

Nice

It is funny how you just don’t recognize that until you look at the lyrics lol

At least, that’s the sentiment I’ve seen from a lot of people, self included

The album is very minimalistic so far

Drums, bass, vocals, and some light flourishes

7/10 but I could grow to love it

In The Mirror

Mhm, keeping it kind of dark and minimal

Although this bass is Deep

Love love love the voice doubling oh my god

7/10

Don’t Care

Welp, clearly we’re going girl crush for all the songs on this album

A much more funky bass, do you Hear that?

Yeah I just dunno. A lot of these songs sound good, but they don’t like go anywhere

Like I appreciate the sound of this song, it just doesn’t do much

Maybe I’m just not in the mood, I dunno

8/10

Prom Night

Mhm, more of the same

Haha you can tell that this album is kind of just filler because every unpromoted song is between 1.2m and 800k streams, very tight distribution, nothing stands out

Okay this part is nice at least, with the distorted vocals

I do appreciate the synths throughout the album though. They do cool things, the songs just aren’t interesting

I’m kind of getting “how can I breathe now now now” vibes

Even the bridges feel predictable, that’s how you know it’s meh

7/10

Bring It On

Mkay, weird plucks or something

And that whistle, alright

But this bass has been used on every song on this album lmao

Idek what the plucks are supposed to be doing, they’re kind of just there

6/10, sorry I’m starting to get boredd by this album

What I Want

7/10

My Night Routine

Oh, this guitar is nice, a change of pace maybe?

I mean same general vibe, but the guitar at least does something

And it’s boring again already haha

6/10

Eye Contact

Mkay, a bit dancier

But it’s still like … idk how to explain it, kind of dark and empty

Maybe it’s the type of background synths that they’re using?

Either way, the vocals here sound kind of Cherry Bullet and I like that

8/10, nice song to end the album with at least