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So today I went to an orthodontist who is incidentally my mom's cousin to fix my braces. Since he is technically a part of the family he knows I join debates and MUNs, all that jazz

So naturally, he decides the most logical compliment is to look me dead in the eye while I'm opening my mouth as if I'm actively going to throw up and say: “You’re so good at debating. Like Donald Trump.”

I shit you not I was named after Hillary Clinton

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Kintsugi ( 金継ぎ ) - the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with urushi lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum

rare traditional art posting, going back to hibernation now as it’s april with a high of 60

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robert sean leonard and his chicken activities i love him so much

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RSL: I drive [ holds up 2 fingers] hours into town uh makeup, costumes, walk on the set run after a chicken pick it up turn around and walk out scrub my face change back into my clothes and drive 2 hours back home again and then I have to face my daughter

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house is insane. He calls remy 13 as if shes still just a number to him but also treats her like his kid half the time. He was the only one not to write kutner an obituary but his death hit him so hard he ended up in the psych ward. He faked DNA evidence in court to save a guy he actively dislikes half the time. Hes the most selfish man alive and he blames himself for everything. Hes constantly meddling in his fellows and friends lives because he doesnt know how to actually be involved with people in any way other than Scheming and Plotting. And every time he tries to get better he gets beaten back into being a miserable old man

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AJAIZHHAAUUAUAUAUAUAUAUAGHHHAAUAAHA..., FERAL. IM SCREAMING.

in another universe, cuddy and wilson married each other, fell out of love in a few years, but stayed married for their daughter(rachel)'s sake.

one day when house comes over to their place for the first time to formally meet rachel, she starts calling him dada. everyone's confused because wilson is "papa" so she's not confusing house for her dad.

after series of events its revealed that all this time, cuddy and wilson, both have been cheating on each other....with house. and since he would come over while the other partner wasn't at home, rachel just assumed house was just this extra parent she had.

so for her, her family was mommy, papa, dada and she herself (as per the picture she drew in her art class and later proudly hung it up on the fridge).

all of them are just baffled at this point.

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If this gets 10 notes ill try to finnish both assignments i have rn

If this gets 15 notes ill finnish crocheting my bag wip (ill post it when finnished)

If this gets 30 notes ill try to join a competition/ extracurricular stuff

If this gets 35 notes ill update my personal insta w new art

If this gets 40 notes ill read my books i bought but didn't read

If this gets 1k notes ill aks my mom for a binder (discreetly)

Due: none

Feel free to spam!

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Why the fuck does "womanizer" mean what it does, that shit sounds like the name of an instant sex change ray gun invented by some guy who has beef with a platypus.

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Barnacles headcanon

I think he would often be making chuffing noises Peso whether he meant to or not.

Chuffing is a type of sound polar bears make when with their cubs

YES. HE WOULD. HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD. YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

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it’s hard to describe the way it feels core to prompto’s character to me that he’s a survivor. and specifically in this way where it’s essentially an expression of devotion - as long as he is needed, as long as he is wanted, he’ll persevere. he will always stand by noctis’s side, whether he has to kill his clone father or withstand torture to do it, bc he loves noctis and he loves his friends and they matter to him more than any suffering ever could. like idk to me prompto is basically a cockroach fueled by the power of friendship, and he will outlive all of them bc he refuses to let there be a day where one of his friends need him and he isn’t there. he’s here to support them, to be their backup and their reminder to take a break and their reminder that they’re human and they love each other, and he takes that role more seriously than he takes death.

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Cor, pre-Prompto: "I have never eaten anything nutritious in my life." Clarus, having witnessed his coffee, cup noodle, orange juice cabinets: *sighing* "We all know this Cor, and we wonder how you're still alive daily." Cor, with Prompto: "Would you like a triple veggie and cheese omlet before we go?" Clarus: "Did I walk into the wrong house-" Regis, stuffing his mouth: "Can I get anoffer?"

*PUNCHES THROUGH THE WALL*

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Long ago I received a couple asks with a similar scenario (you radiate the same vibe, anon! Are you the same person? YOU CUPCAKE <3), and I’m still not over it. It just sounds SO MUCH LIKE COR

Cor, the idiot that’s always like “eh” about his own life, like not caring, surviving on Cup Noodles because “it works just fine” and “everything comes out as poop anyway how bad can it be”. Simple…overly simple Cor not really in the mindset to cook.

With only 1 pair of shoes, 1 pair of socks, 1 pair of everything. THE SIMPLEST MAN ON EARTH.Overly simple Cor boy living off cup noodles, pre-made food, and his beloved microwave that does things for him.

SUDDENLY GETS BABY.

I imagine Cor having a bit of a SO MUCH PANIC HE CAN ONLY FREEZE moment while staring intensely at Prompto but nowhere at all at the same time because

HE JUST REALIZED

25 YEARS INTO BEING ON THIS PLANET

THAT MAYBE

MAYBE CUP NOODLES AREN’T BABY FOOD, ARE THEY????

Sunshine Bebe arrives to Papa’s life, changes it completely. 

Cor rushed to emtpy his cupboards like FUCKING THROW IT ALL AWAY, TAKE EVERYTHING AND TOSS IT OUT, TOSS THOSE FROZEN WAFFLES TOSS THOSE CUP NOODLES TOSS THOSE PRE-MADE PLASTIC FOOD, NONE OF THIS, BABY CAN GET CLOSE TO NONE OF THIS IT’S NOT HEALTHY FOR HIM BABY NEEDS TO-

“Hey Cor and why are you doing this only now for the baby and never for yourse-”

“IT’S NOT THE  S A ME  RE GIS”

So there is papa Cor absoLUTELY FUCKING DESTROYING EVERYTHING THAT HE USED TO BE TO MAKE THE HEALTHIEST MOST PRETTIEST ENVIRONMENT POSSIBLE FOR BEBE

“Hey Cor but you didn’t need to throw your soups away, you could eat those while baby gets the healthy fo-”

“aND HOW. ¿¿¿ !! AM I GOING ?? TO BE A ROLE MODEL FOR HIM ANY DAY HM??? ANGEL NEEDS A ROLE MODEL PAPA, SO FUCKING BUCKLE UP I’M GOING TO BE THE MOST FUCKING MOTHERFUCKING HEALTHIEST DAD IN THE WORLD SO HE’S TWICE THE HEALTHIER, BEBE NEEDS IT”

And hence, as one of those old asks said, Cor goes into EVERY COOKING CLASS OF INSOMNIA that he finds. Like. EVERY ONE OF THEM. He got into fucking ROYAL MASTER COOKING CLASS SO HE CAN MAKE A ROYAL GOLDEN CAVIAR A LA ROY DU LEON IF HE FREAKING HECCKING GODDAMN NEEDS TO FOR HIS SON

Because Cor

He just. He loves PrompTO SO M U C H 

“Hey dad can I have some cereal please”

“HERE YOU GO, EXTRA NUTRITIOUS STEAK WITH RICE WITH BITS OF CARROT AND PEAS, YUMMY BEANS HERE, LETTUCE AND ONION AND TOMATO HERE, AND A SMILEY POTATO-MAN WITH A HAT, DO YOU NEED ANYTHING ELSE DARLING PLS TELL ME, I WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY AND HEALTHY PLS TELL ME YOU’RE HAPPY AND HEALTHY”

And y’all wonder just WHY Prommy’s such a sunshine boi, the sweetie.

BEST COOK PAPA EVER.

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Prompto, for the ask

Sexuality Headcanon: Bi

Gender Headcanon: Cis Male

A ship I have with said character: Promptis

A BROTP I have with said character: I love the idea of Prompto and Luna being friends

A NOTP I have with said character: I’ve enjoyed dad!Cor too much to personally see PromCor

A random headcanon: Prompto aced all his physics classes

General Opinion over said character: I love Prompto, I think he has a lot more depth than people give him credit for

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Prompto gets very clingy, when he follows Ignis places

Whenever they need to get through crowds, Prompto instinctively grabs ahold of what is near; a arm, a wrist, shirt fabric. He doesn’t even pay attention when he does it, he just gravitates towards what his mind sees as a steady, solid force to latch on to, something to keep him from going astray if he gets distracted(which, he always does)

It comes so natural to him that he can walk several blocks without noticing that their arms are gently locked together, or that he’s holding onto the side of his jacket, or that he has a finger hooked through one of his belt loops. But Ignis always notices.

It becomes something of a special treat to him, something to help him keep grounded and focus. He did those things because his subconscious worried about being separated after all, and he certainly couldn’t have that. So when they are going somewhere and he spots traffic ahead, Ignis slows, until he feels a familiar weight of a hand grabbing at his side or on his arm, and then he carries on, trying to hide a pleased smile all the while so that Prompto doesn’t realize what he’s doing and fret over it

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For consideration - werewolf!Ignis that does silly wolf courtship things with Prompto, who of course has no ideas what he’s doing and that he’s being flirted with

Ignis insisting on being at Prompto’s side whenever they are in a room together, always putting his hand on his shoulder or hip, leaning down close to whisper to him only so they have their own conversation

And especially at events, but also just during day to day he will fuss over Prompto’s clothes and hair and basically groom him, often with little compliments, “This shirt looks nice on you/Your hoodie brings out your eyes/What a darling beanie“ ect.ect.

Inviting him to train more and more, mostly hand to hand; to ‘keep their base wits sharp‘, which just turns into playful wrestling and general physical affections

And then, when Ignis is shifted into his wolf form, a giant, dangerous thing with even deadlier skills than his human form…who whines affectionately at Prompto and rubs his entire body against his legs to keep his smell on his clothes, and lays his head in his lap the second he sits down. Again Prompto is absolutely clueless, but appreciative of all the attention and the butterflies it sets loose in his stomach all the same

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Forty-three Days, Seventeen Hours

Promnis Week 2023 Day 3: Streamer AU Part 1

Prompto was nervous. He’d been nervous for forty-three days and a handful of hours. Okay, forty-three days and seventeen hours. He knew the length he’d been nervous down to the hour. (He refused to give in to calculating it down to the minute.) The hour was easy to remember; the nerves had come barreling in and settled in his stomach right after one of his standard Tuesday streams. Even now, on the train to Insomnia, Prompto couldn’t believe that his ‘standard’ Tuesday streams now included Ignite’s very own Ignis Scientia.

It had all started off innocently enough. Prompto had doing a casual AMA one Saturday while playing ‘Satisfactory’, and it had gotten on the topic of Prompto’s favorite content creators to watch. He had a handful of other gamers that enjoyed and collabed with often. His audience knew about his photography work so the few art or tech channels he enjoyed weren’t a surprised. Then there was Ignite.

Prompto wasn’t a cook, he confessed as much, but had gone on about how encouraging Ignite was. Prompto loved the absolutely insane things that Ignis could create on his channel when he dedicated himself to his monthly masterpiece. Ignis exploring old, lost recipes and trying to recreate them in his other series was fascinating. But, Prompto admitted, some of his favorites were the weekly episodes where Ignis covered a basic topic and then walked his viewers through using it in a dish.

And maybe, maybe Prompto had gone on a bit long about how helpful he found those videos and how he loved that Ignis always approached it without judgment or impatience.

So someone, of course, had clipped it and suddenly Ignite was being tagged in it across social media and Prompto just wanted to die of embarrassment. One could practically see the hearts in his eyes as he talked about Ignis which, like, parasocial much? The dude didn’t usually show more than his hands (and those really, really nice vests) in the videos. And maybe Prompto was a little too fond of the times that Ignis rolled up the sleeves of his crisp button down and secured them with stays, but no one else needed to know that. He didn’t want to be a creep. Mostly he just loved the guy’s content.

A few days later, the clip of Prompto turning beat red when Ignis had actually shown up to see one of his streams had also been clipped. It was a meme for all of a week. Worst week ever.

But also the best week ever. It turned out that Ignis was just as polite and put together as in his videos— something Prompto found out when Ignis popped into this DMs after the stream to apologize for making a scene. Apparently, he had underestimated how much of an effect his presence would have. Prompto was quick to reassure him that it was all good; he was glad that Ignis stopped by.

Then they talked again next week.

And the next.

And then suddenly Iginis was joining Prompto for streams. It started with them playing ‘PlateUp!’ together (they failed, a lot) and moved to other cooking games and then into whatever interested them that week. Ignis wasn’t a gamer, he was up front about that, but the dude had amazing hand eye coordination and learned quickly. Really, it was just fun to play with him. His dry wit left Prompto in stitches and there was always something to fill dead air with. Prompto especially treasured the times when Ignis would linger after the stream ended and they would just talk.

It was a nice, easy rhythm until forty-three days ago. Then someone had asked when the two of them were going to collaborate the other way and have Prompto cook something. Prompto had laughed it off, saying no one wanted to see the mess he made of a kitchen, but after stream Ignis brought it up again.

“If you came here to film, I would keep you from making too much of a mess. It would be no trouble to look after you,” Ignis had said in that buttery smooth voice of his, as if that didn’t make Prompto’s heart skip a beat.

And before Prompto knew it they had a charity stream planned with the reward that Prompto would fly to Lucius and film a series of cooking videos with Ignis. Some would go up on Ignite, some they’d stream, and they even agreed to do a live AMA when they blew their original goal out of the water.

So forty-three days and seventeen hours (give or take some minutes) Ignis had casually suggested they meet, and Prompto’s nerves hadn’t calmed down since.

Prompto gripped the arms of his seat as the train’s breaks hissed under them. His grip had been incrementally tightening since the lights of Insomnia had first com into view. The city really did earn its name, he figured, with how it shown out of the dark.

After the first wave of people had hurried off the train, Prompto slung his backpack on, dragged his suitcase down from the overhead, and headed out onto the platform.

For a moment Prompto was struck by the rush of everything. Gralea was no small city, but Insomnia had a whole different feeling about it and Prompto felt caught up in the flow of the crowd. Before he knew it he was into the stations central hub and the creeping nerves were swiftly turning into panic.

“Prompto.” His name cut through the cacophony of the station.

Prompto spun and his eyes caught on a sign. His name written on it in crisp, black letters and it was held in a very, very familiar pair of hands. After a breath, Prompto managed his eyes up from the nimble fingers to the rest of Ignis, and immediately lost the ability to breath all over again.

Ignis was gorgeous.

Prompto really regretted not stopping by the bathroom first to try to get rid of the worst of the travel weariness that clung to him. He had to look like an absolute mess in comparison.

“I didn’t know that you wore glasses.”

Fuck if that little subtle smile of Ignis’ wasn’t going to do Prompto in.

“I um, yeah,” Prompto said, stumbling over his words. He forced himself to finally suck in a breath. “I mean, I wear contacts normally but I wanted to be able to catch some sleep on the trains and ferry and not have to worry about it.”

“You should wear them more, they suit you.”

Oh. Yeah, yep, Ignis was going to be the death of him.

Prompto ducked his head. He hoped wasn’t blushing as much as he feared he was blushing. “Um, thank you.”

“Of course. I was thinking that we would continue to my place first, so that we could drop off your things, before continuing on to find somewhere to eat? If you wouldn’t be opposed, I have some places that I would like to show you,” Ignis said. He reached out and took Prompto’s roller bag from him before he had any chance to protest.

“I, yes, anywhere you think is good,” Prompto said, working to keep up with Ignis’ long strides any the easy way that he navigated the busy station.

If he was honest with himself, Prompto had been wondering how much of the other’s easy elegance was just his on camera persona, but Ignis really did just move like that. It was a bit distracting to watch the other out of the corner of his eye.

Ignis flashed him a smile and Prompto found himself ducking his head again.

“It is lovely to finally be able to meet you in person, Prompto.”

“I think that’s my line,” Prompto said. “I still can’t believe I’m here. I’ve always wanted to come to Insomnia. And… it’s even better that I get to meet you.”

“Well,” Ignis said. Prompto could almost believe that the other was faintly blushing. “I hope that I can help make this trip everything you wanted and more.”

“It’s going to be great, I know it,” Prompto assured him. “Where are we going today?”

As they wove their way out of the station, Ignis explained the restaurant that Ignis had a reservation at. And then about cafe that he wanted to take Prompto to tomorrow— as well as some of the sights they would see along the way. More than a bit of it went over Prompto’s head, without the context and history to place some of the information, but he hardly cared when he could just listen to Ignis talk.

He was so far gone, he knew that, but he refused to make things awkward. He refused to make Ignis uncomfortable. He could behave.

He had to.

Confessing his crush wasn’t worth losing Ignis as a friend.

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AN: Aaah I wanted this all done and up on ao3 for today, but alas, I've been ill and haven't been able to handle screens well the last week or so. So have the first part! Hopefully it won't be too long before I can do the second part~

Done for @promnis-week!

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episode shy prompto

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A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.

Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.