#pleaaasseeeeeee

[airyanagrande]

does anyone who follows me know about nocturnals. please i'm so desperate

[interfacefox]

you want to listen to revelator

you want to listen to revelator so bad

[doink-boink]

If anyone can please GOD get me an instrumental of Food Related Love it's important

[hatsbuckets]

Hi so over 400 of y'all decided I was worth a follow... so for a good little 400 follower thing... What should we do? (aka. I don't wanna choose what I write next)

*the premise is that it's early in Price knowing Nik and Price is on a solo mission or sum and he's injured but he knows a certain Russian who he's worked with who might help pull him out. Maybe two or three parts long?

**Idk there's an idea in my brain where Ghost has to go no contact but misses like 3 check-ins over a couple of weeks so Soap takes it into his own hands to find him (Soap gets to be smart and cool in this fic... (bc he is!!!)) Definitely looking like two or three parts.

***Look idk basically Kyle gets to be a badass and also the bby gorl at the same time and they all love him and rely on him bc there's not enough Kyle love imo. Sorry this one popped into my brain in a dream and Imma have to make stuff up as I go.

****please don't pick this option I'm in school and writing my undergrad thesis and this thing cannot consume me while i'm trying to graduate.

[gigginox]

IN THE FUCKING NURSERY???? YALL ARE FIGHTING IN THE FUCKING NURSERY

[deusfoundry]

PSPSPSPSPSPSPS ALYYYYYY... college au with prompt no. 14 (hushed conversation in between kisses) for hinata prettypretty pleaaasseeeeeee 🥰 (sending much love to u!!!!!!!! <3)

hushed conversation in between kisses with hinata shoyo

a/n: ROXIE holds your hand thank YOU for sending this req omg it fits shoyo so well ... i think i lowkey got a bit carried away w this one so im sorry KSKDKSK but i hope u still like it!! hehdh MWAH THANK U

shoyo slips a hand beneath your shirt as bright rays of the morning sun begin to seep through white curtains. his wide palm finds the skin of your stomach, slowly dragging it across to ease you into waking up.

you're wearing his shirt again. one of the oldest he has stuffed in the back of his drawer from his days as a senior in highschool. he's been reminding himself for years now to give it away, his shoulders too wide and arms far too big for it to fit comfortably. but you got to it before he can when you dug through his closet in a fit of trying to pry his attention away from watching a recording of a volleyball match.

safe to say you had gotten what you wanted back then, like you always do, with shoyo instantly caving at the sight of you in his shirt. of you drowning in a piece of clothing that's much too small for him. of the fabric of the hem reaching just shy of your knee and the wide neckline threatening to fall off your shoulders.

he remembers the giggle you let out as he scrambles to turn his laptop off, pushing it and the match to the side in favor of pinning you down on the mattress. he remembers the first kiss he plants on your lips, quick and light to give himself the time to pull away and admire you. he remembers stealing your breath away when he ducks in for the second kiss, how it seemed to stretch on for a lifetime until you're begging for him to let you breathe.

he remembers trailing wet kisses on the exposed skin courtesy of his shirt.

the same ones he's leaving right now on the hill of your shoulder in an attempt to coax you out of your sleep.

shoyo feels you stirring to life against him, a self-satisfied smile tugging at his lips. now that you're awake, he wastes no time in shifting you around to face him, limp body all pliant under his hands.

he waits for you to open your eyes, patiently watches as you yawn and rub the sleep off your lids. at the first sight of your colored irises, shoyo leans forward to plant a small peck at your lips. he feels the ghost of your smile against his when he pulls away half a second later.

"good morning." you say, voice still hoarse.

he says it back as almost like a whisper, almost like he's in a dream and being too loud will shatter it.

shoyo settles on kissing you again and this time, he doesn't plan on pulling away even as you continue to speak.

"what time is it?" this is such a normal occurrence, shoyo showering you with affection first thing in the morning, that you're not phased by his insistence on keeping his lips on yours.

he eyes the clock over your shoulder, "8:30."

"what-" you push yourself up in an instant, the appeal of staying in bed with your boyfriend suddenly vanishing at the thought of your day ahead. "sho, why didn't you wake me up earlier? i have classes!"

"hey, hey-" shoyo catches your arm that's about to reach for your phone on his nightstand. he sits himself up. his hand reaches up to cup your face in his palm, the other finding the crease on your forehead. he traces the lines with his knuckles until they're gone, and all that's left is your softened expression and curious eyes staring right at him.

he smiles. "you don't, i already checked."

"i- are you sure?" you question him. shoyo can see the cogs in your brain slowly turning.

he merely hums, pulling you onto his lap with ease. he drags you closer until his lips are a hair away from your own. his hot breath caresses the skin of your cheeks as he pauses, just for a brief moment. it's all too easy for him to kiss you like this, when you've been awake for barely five minutes and you feel like your mind has already been pulled a hundred different direction.

and you let him, head tilting to the side as he captures your lips in his once more.

"but-" you say between each lazy drag of lips. "but my paper-"

"you finished it last night, baby." he rests his forehead against yours, light pants making his chest subtly contract as he catches his breath for a moment. "don't you remember?"

shoyo is insatiable. he doesn't let you respond to his question right away as kisses you again, as if he's had enough of breathing. as if your lips can be used as a substitute for oxygen.

"i guess i did ..." you manage when he moves to kiss you at the very edge of your lips. your body responds to his tiny gesture with an easy smile. "and you?"

he leans back, allowing you to get your first proper look of him this morning. shoyo is pretty like this. when there's no thought behind each move he makes, when he's driven by nothing but the need to hold you close. there's a carefree way in which he conducts himself that's almost as attractive as when he's on the court and in his element.

"coach said we get the morning off. and no classes for me today."

shoyo grins. he can almost see the tension leaving your body as you finally shake your worries off. you melt into his arms, taking the initiative this time to kiss him.

you've lucked out, you think, to have the sun all to yourself like this, lips free for you to kiss all you want, large expanse of skin free for you to roam your hands all over.

and the sun himself would have it no other way.

200 milestone event

dividers by @cafekitsune

[thoughtformchoreographer]

*big inhale*

PLEASPELAPSELPELASPLEASEOLEASEPLEASOLEASEPLEASPLEASPLEASEOLEASPELAPSE PLEAAASSEEEEEEE

let me hold hands with cronus i think he deserves it i think hes great and deserves some hand holding. we shall frolic. i would very much like to frolic with cronus ampora. pleeaspelwapelase accept my eoffers please.

[ghost--bot]

DRACULAHEADS WE CAN DO THIS

Dwight Frye (Dracula, Frankenstein)—he's my babygirl please please please please please i want to baby bird feed him flies and spiders and pick him up and make glitter edits of him and give him gross forehead kisses like he's my cat. in dracula he was so incredibly creepy that he was typecast as madmen for the rest of his life and he fucking hated it but by god if he didn't do a fantastic job. he steals the show every time he's up on screen just because he's so fucking deranged. i need him

Harpo Marx (Night at the Opera, Night in Casablanca, Duck Soup)—While Groucho is better-known, Harpo's physical comedy is SECOND-TO-NONE. The man is a strange mime trapped in the paradigm of early 20th century movies. Every move is a symphony and simultaneously a colony of rats in a human skin suit. LISTEN. You MUST see this man in motion. Every still photo of him looks like a combination of a sad clown and a different, sadder clown, but it's only because he put so much joy in every motion.

This is round 4 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you’re confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Dwight:

He absolutely owns the entirety of Dracula (1931). Compared to the novel, his part is massively expanded and it's clear why. He's magnetically unhinged and his facial expressions are pure scrungle. And in Frankenstein, he begins the archetype of Frankenstein's assistant even if the character's name there is Fritz. He'd still go on to play other scrungly guys in later Frankenstein movies. But he's kinda the archetypal and progenitor of the scrungly lil guy. The scrungliest guy ever to scrungle. He's pretty much the blueprint for every mad scientist's assistant, and he's the best part of every movie he's in. He manages to make you feel sorry for the creepy little dudes, even when he's eating spiders and crawling across the floor. [editor's note: content warning for the "hunchback" stereotype and "madness" in the clips below]the "Rats" soliloquy:

I saw him in Dracula and frankly he has me bewitched. I could watch him do his silly routine forever. The gay tension with Bela Lugosi onscreen was frankly unparalleled. Kirk and Spock levels. I am chewing on the furniture

Played the weirdo little guy in Dracula AND the weirdo little guy in Frankenstein in the same year. Iconic.

The scrungles to end all scrungles! There's a reason why this man codified the manic vampire's familiar and the hunchbacked lab assistant for generations, because by God can this man be feral and scrungly: Whether he's soliloquizing about rats as Renfield, scurrying around Frankenstein's lab like a spider as Fritz, or skulking around dark alleys (and scaring the hell out of little baby me) waiting for a fresh heart to steal as Karl, if you want a scrungly little man for your classic film, Dwight Frye is your man. He has the range to play varying kinds of scrungle, with his wide eyes, his manic smiles, his soft, breathy voice, he is truly an undisputed scrungle master.

I honestly think it would be a crime to ignore Dwight Frye's scrungle factor. He played two of the prototypical creepy little henchman as Dracula's lackey Renfield and Dr. Frankenstein's hunchback servant Fritz, and I believe that his excellence in these roles absolutely shaped the future character tropes of the "Igor" type as much as Bela Lugosi and Boris Karloff shaped the future understanding of Dracula and Frankenstein's monster. He's got it all from the looks, to the manic energy, to the crazed laugh, I'm telling you right now that I think he could win the entire tournament.

Harpo Marx:

He's like if a clown was a hobo was also somehow a classically trained harpist, his face is always in some kind of contorted silly shape, feral curly haired ninnymuggins always doing weird things to people

Harpo is mute in all of the Marx Bros movies and so his body language and facial expressions are SO over the top but he's also got fewer braincells than a goldfish while often being the emotional heart of the Marx Bros and he's just A Guy!!

Every scene with Harpo Marx is a treat! Just like watching a seagull steal a stranger's hotdog at the beach, it is a joy to watch him frustrate the hell out of all the other films' characters! Harpo Marx is the zenith of unhinged in all of his appearances, making any other funny man a straight man by comparison. (A fantastic feat considering he starred in films with his brothers Grouch and Harpo, who sported a shoe polish mustache and questionable Italian accent, respectively). The scrungliness of the little guys he plays come from his guileless, wide-eyed expression, curly blond wig, and the extreme ability to annoy others, despite never saying a word. Is he malicious? Most definitely, but hard to tell because he has a dopey grin on his face most of the time. Communicating through other sounds like honking horns and whistling, he is a force of chaos in every Marx brothers film! Also an accomplished harp player, the beautiful calm moments where Harpo plays juxtapose the zany, making him all the more scrungly. His visual style of comedy is timeless; Duck Soup had me rolling with laughter as a six year old and is still just as funny today.

In my opinion Harpo is the funniest of the Marx brothers because he is so good at slapstick comedy. Since he never speaks in his film appearances his performances are very physical, which contributes a lot to his scrungliness. He was fully committed to being wacky at all times. All of his hilarity is based on him being weird.

He's just a weird little guy who causes chaos everywhere he goes, and then sits down and plays a beautiful harp solo! He steals the show from his very chatty brothers without saying a word, and was surprisingly ripped under that old raincoat

All of the Marx Brothers are Scrungly to a degree, but Harpo is the scrungliest! His outfits are so big he gets lost in them, his pockets are full of everything, and because he never speaks, he always uses physical comedy. Also he's an incredible musician.

[hellhoundzzz]

RE-VOTE PETITION

& lifelines that don't call the police

If someone can id this pleaaasseeeeeee do, i don't have spoons :((

[rxvera]

girl I NEED you to write a Tengoku Daimakyou fic PLEASE PLEAAASSEEEEEEE

literally watched it and went "d-did vera write this... this is so vera... god damn..."

You have no idea how badly I want to write an HD fic but I don't think more than three people would read it :(

Also, I don't know where to start. You're right. The series is literally exactly something I would write- I don't even know what to add 😭

But yeah, this manga primally changed something in me. It's so perfect for me. I've never found anything else like it. I'm actually shaking waiting for the next chapter lol. Only two or three days!!

I'm also nervous to write for it because it's incomplete and I wanna see what happens first tbh.

[radiowave2]

I’m so excited for Meleanor to show up in the anime (still can’t believe one is actually coming out tbh) and manga in like 20 years🙏🙏 hopefully it adds more to her than the game did DISNEY PLEAAASSEEEEEEE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[jaeyunluvr]

@alvojake @minhosimthings LOCK HIM TF UPPPPP IM DYINSHJSKSJDJDJJDJD IM NOT ALIVE I'M PALPITATING HELPPPPPPPP ME PLEAAASSEEEEEEEE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 MONA REMEMBER THAT ONE SCREAMING VOICE NOTE YOU SENT ME??? THATS ME IM LOSING MY WILL TO LIVE ATP HELPPPPPPPPPP

WHAT THE FUCK JAKE SIM???!!?!?? WHAT IN THE GREEK GOD SHIT IS THIS WHY YOU GOING NUDE UNPROVOKED??? THE ABSSSS HELLOOOO????????? PANT SO LOW MAN THIS IS STRAIGHT UP HEAVEN i thank god for living to the day i get to see this. i know he does it often but like yeah. i still feels crazed each time not my fault he's so hot.

[bl0odied-kittypaw]

Someone make this man shut the fuck up pleaaasseeeeeee I hate him and he makes me wanna burst my head against the wall!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!

[llegato]

ptv canada tour pleaaasseeeeeee please please please

[toxicangelrobotyuri]

SOMEONE CHAT WITH ME NEOOOWWWWWWWW

i miss being in school i feel so lonely at home a lot of the time

[cliveguy]

the house of......frankenstein