#+ I have to add I love that you took photos of the stickers!

[beebfreeb]

This is Mouse (She/Him/It), my floor cleaning coworker. He works autonomously.

We are all very nice to her but I'm especially Normal™ for him. I thought you might appreciate meeting it

I am so happy that my various machinery/robot posts have prompted people to send me cool things! What a beautiful creature with a beautiful name... the green plastic mouse taped onto it. She is so wonderful and the world is full of joy.

[mommieswithmuscles]

Photographer!Abby x Scrapbooker!Reader

Free Palestine, don't support Neil

No minors and No men

CW: fluff, angst, no smut but it has a suggestive scene, insecure!reader, mention of suicidal tendencies

Based on this song:

Title: No Flash Photography

You're at the dinner table, going through photos Abby had printed out. She reprinted everything so you could have a copy to put in the ever growing scrapbook you have yet to properly bind.

Each bin she gave you had a title so you could organize better. Nature, gatherings, events, us, and polaroids. You start with the one called nature.

You trim the edges with scissors before securing them in the special photo paper with bug stickers. The dual page is a collage of your trip to a national park. It's mostly shrubbery, plants, trees, and water, but there are some animals and insects sprinkled in.

You turn the page and make another collage out of the open space, both sides decorated with a yarn trim. Gatherings weren't really your thing, but Abby liked them, and you obviously like Abby, so you go to each one. You admire how she always brings her big camera.

The next collage is your brother's wedding. Him and his partner are dressed accordingly. You wore basic attire, Abby wore a plain suit. "When are you both getting married?" He had asked after Abby's camera shot the photo.

"Eventually," Abby answered for you both. You nodded in agreement. You knew you underdressed to match the other guests, but you couldn't help but feel you're taking away from the newlyweds. Abby caught onto your dismissive behavior and took you home early.

Shaking your head to clear out the memory, you continue to dig through the bin and retrieve more pictures. A few birthday parties, a couple engagement parties, some random game nights. You secure them with glitter glue, putting more of the colorful yarn around the trims like LEDs.

Pictures of you always have to have Abby. Otherwise you want nothing to do with them and tend to throw them away. Abby's trying to help you with your insecurity, but for some reason you can't work past it. You sigh, pulling out ones you convince yourself you like. Mostly dates, but a few random ones from trips catch your attention, so you add them. The pictures are secured with affirmation stickers that Abby bought you a few months back, when you first started scrapbooking.

The bin you were most nervous for was polaroids. You know they're mostly you, and you know they make Abby happy, but... you get upset every time you look at pictures of yourself.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Abby sits next to you, done with her work for the week. She came out of her office as soon as she was able to. Her hand cups your cheek, thumb ready to swipe away the unshed tears.

"I can't do it. I fucking- I can't, Abby. It's too hard." You kick the bin.

"Why don't I help you?" She presses her lips to your forehead. "We can start with holidays. Would that work?"

"Do it yourself," you bite.

"Don't start that. I know you're upset. I know these make you upset-"

"So why do you make me look at them? I told you that you could keep them, and now-" you gesture to the bin. "We don't need to share everything, especially not these."

"I make you look at them because I'm trying to show you what I see." She's patient. Too patient. Maybe if she could ever be mad at you, or fight with you instead of talk things out, maybe it would hurt less.

The thoughts start to spiral before you can stop them. All of the self worth and self esteem you had built towards crumbling in seconds. And there's Abby, taking care of you because you can't handle something as stupid as putting pictures in a book. Maybe you were better off-

"Eyes on me baby," her voice is gentle. Her hands guide you to face her, thumbs taking away the tears trailing down your cheeks. "That's my girl," she whispers. "You're so kind, and beautiful, and I love you more than anything. I'm glad you came into my life because you're the compass to my map. I wouldn't have it any other way. I've never been more happy than when I've been with you. I married you because you're my person. You're the moon to my stars, the sun for my flowers, and every breath I take with you fills my lungs with fresh air. I know you're in a darker place. And that's ok. We can work you through it step by step." She pulls you into her lap, rubbing your back as you bury yourself in her neck. You can smell your perfume on her. "You're safe, you're loved, you're home." Abby kisses your temple.

After you calm down, Abby lets you go. "Thank you," you sniffle, getting up to grab some tissues.

"Anything for you, my love." You get back to see Abby gluing small, flat, silver tack backs on the polaroids to secure them on the page. It looks like a cork board. Some of the photos are strung on yarn, some singles floating about, and one standing out the most. It's one of you genuinely smiling, tugging Abby along as you make your way to your destination.

"Come on, it's this way!" You had said, nearly dragging Abby through the mud. She's laughing behind you, scooping you up and kissing you once you got to the surprise spot at the creek. She kept her hands under your thighs when your legs wrapped around her waist.

"This view is almost as stunning as you are," Abby said as she put you down.

"Oh hush," you pushed her away lightly. "Ass-kisser."

"No, no, you don't know," she shook her head, voice mocking. She laid with you in the short grass, dirt dry under your backs. You initiated the contact, but she kissed you first, hands traveled along your body until you were gasping for air and begging for her.

"Baby? Where'd you go just now?" Abby's fingers tickle at your jaw as she cups your face.

"Here," you point at the picture you got lost in.

"I'm going to start dinner. Today seems like it was hard for you, and you could use some time away from the pictures for now. You- or we- can start back up soon, ok?"

"Ok," you agree easily. She's right. It's better to take a break, than let something be ruined.

[ada7201]

what do the blue lock boys do for you on valentine’s day? ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

Isagi, Bachira, Kunigami, Chigiri x reader (seperate)

⭢ part 1 ⭢ part 2 ⭢ part 3 on the way!

gn! reader

please feel free to suggest any ideas you have ^ ^

Isagi Yoichi

was very nervous on the days leading up to valentine’s day

he got you a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, and put them in your favorite vase after

during the day, you both went on a walk and he got you a snack from like those little booths they have at parks?

he totally takes you to those photo booths!!

got you a promise ring

made you a card in the shape of a heart (Bachira told him it was a good idea)

got you a sweater with a heart on it to get in the valentine’s mood, you know?

ICE SKATING!!

“y/n, you’ll be fine!” Isagi would giggle, his hands clasping yours as he guided you onto the ice. “just watch me, okay?” he’d say, a confident smile on his face.

you nodded, watching as Isagi let go of your hand and started to skate. he was pretty good, you had to admit - until he slipped, and fell straight onto his back.

you tried to choke back the laugh that was bubbling in your throat, but couldn’t help it as you watched his stand up, then fall over again!

“i thought you said to just watch you?” you’d ask, giggling at the way he pouted angrily in response.

“i don’t usually fall like this…” he’d grumble, finally getting up. “maybe it’s your fault!” he poked his tongue out, before chuckling. “just kidding, i love you.”

he wrapped his arms around you, carefully, and gave you a hug, a slight blush on his cheeks.

he posted a photo of the two of you making a hand heart on the ice rink, a photo of the food you two bought, a photo of you eating the food, a picture of your promise ring on your finger and just a photo of you smiling like the cutie you are

the caption of the post was something like “happy valentine’s day babe! ❤️”

you both stayed up very late colouring in one of those children colouring books you got from the ice rink’s souvenir shop

Bachira Meguru

i have a list of places he took you, get ready!

Ice skating

Chocolate store

Arcade

Movies

Amusement park

Mall

he wanted to do so much more but obviously he couldn’t, because he only had a day

the two of you went to a restaurant just before dinner, and he used the children’s colouring pens they provide to write on your hand and his

he made you a card, shaped like a heart with SO many stickers on it

most of the stickers were hearts, because obviously, but he wanted to add more dolphins and stars.

he bought you a stuffed toy, along with matching pyjamas for the two of you

this is something that you got him, but i thought i’d add it! you got him those heart underwear. you know the ones from cartoons? yeah, he absolutely loved those

got you heart earmuffs because he thought they were adorable

“Meguru, you have to be quiet!” you’d hush your boyfriend, who was giggling at each joke the movie character said. they weren’t even funny jokes, either?!

“hehe, okay〜” he’d say, smiling mischievously at you

he was not quiet.

soon after, the two of you got kicked out - thanks Bachira!

“n/n, look! that chocolate looks so good! you want some?” he’d say, starry eyes darting between you and the chocolate in front of him.

he pressed his hands onto the glass case, mouth watering at the thought of chocolate!

you smiled softly at your boyfriend’s silly behaviour, pulling your wallet out before buying the chocolate.

he frowned as the worker pulled the chocolate away, not realising you had paid for it until you told him - to which he pouted at.

“what? i was supposed to pay for you!” he’d whine, hugging you tightly. “sooorrryyy…” he’d mumble, tantrum ending as soon as you handed him the paper bag of chocolates.

he posted photos from each place you went, along with the wrappers of the chocolates you bought because someone ate them all before a photo could be taken…

Kunigami Rensuke

he got you a pretty bouquet of red roses, along with a matching red card

i feel like he’d get you fuzzy valentine’s socks?

his younger sister said that he should get you bows, so he did!

and his older sister said to get you a nice bracelet, so he did that too!

candlelit dinner at home, with the petals and everything

it took him ages to prepare, and most of the time his hands were shaking because of how nervous he was. poor bby 🥲

took so many photos of you!

got you a cute scarf with hearts on it, and you (by coincidence) got him the same thing so you both matched! cute!

movie night in the evening!!

you both were sat down on the couch, watching one of those cheesy romance movies with a fluffy blanket draped over the two of you.

your e/c eyes were focused on the movie. Kunigami, on the other hand, was watching you instead. he watched the way your eyes darkened when the jealous woman in the show attempted to frame the main character - he chuckled softly at the way you cheered for her.

it was just a silly show, and you were so invested. how cute.

he watched the way you teared up at sad scenes. his large hand quickly reached out to pat your head comfortably.

he even watched the way your eyes widened at the jealous woman attempting to snatch away the love interest again!

“how dare she!” you’d mumble angrily, glaring at the character through the screen.

he watched your lip quiver when the love interest finally confessed to the main character.

he only noticed when you turned to face him - that oh, the movie was finished.

he spent the whole time looking at you.

“how’d you like the ending?” you ask him, a sweet smile on your face.

“oh, it was nice… it had a… nice ending.” he’d mumble, an embarrassed blush covering his cheeks.

he felt very bad for not watching it

but he’d much rather look at your face than watch a stupid movie!

Chigiri Hyoma

romance drama marathon.

he would sometimes make sassy comments about the main character’s completion, with you agreeing and adding onto it - and sometimes even the other way!

at the end of your marathon, you both gossiped about it for about an hour

i could definitely see him getting you a real nice perfume

if your ears are pierced, he got you a pair of earrings that are all nice and jewelled

made you one of those gift boxes with sweets, a few nice flowers of your favorite colours, a Polaroid camera, and a small plush toy

the whole day, the two of you took photos with the camera he got you

brought you to a mirror maze, where the two of you giggled and messed around for a bit before going to do karaoke

he took many photos of you singing. he thought you were very cute!

there was one of those cheap stores around the corner, where the two of you got matching heart sunglasses

“n/n! come here.” Chigiri would call out to you, waving a hand to you. he had a small smile on his pretty face, eager to show you the item he had just seen.

you hum in response, making your way over to him as you smiled back at your boyfriend. “what is it, babe?” you’d ask, raising an eyebrow.

“look at these.” he said, holding up two pairs of heart sunglasses. they were so cheesy, but somehow charming.

“let’s get them!” you cheer, an excited smile on your face as your hands reach out to gently take a pair of sunglasses, sliding them onto your face.

Chigiri couldn’t help but smile at how cute you are!

“wait, stay still for a second.” he’d mumble, slim hands reaching into his pocket to take his phone out.

he held his phone up, swiping to the camera function before taking a couple photos of you.

he smiled lovingly, spacing out as he watched you giggle and stare into the store’s mirror with your heart sunglasses on.

showing you those was probably one of the best decisions he’s ever made.

posted the photo of you in the sunglasses, along with a photo of the two of you wearing the sunglasses with a caption saying something like “heart eyes 4 you”

[desire-mona]

dps boys hcs! this has been requested of me! lets make it modern bc thatll be fun

- todd absolutely DESPISES "booktok" and its addiction to smut. can go on a VERY long rant abt how only reading things with sex scenes is, in fact, a porn addiction.

- knox has tried on many occasions to become an influencer, failing every single time and blaming it on the algorithm or whaver

- neil, type of mother fucker to not be on social media like at all. has one private instagram that he posts on maybe twice a year, and has a tiktok only to watch the videos todd intermittently sends him.

- ^^^ followed immediately by a text saying "i sent you a tiktok go look at it" which always sparks a mini argument about whether or not its easier to just save the video and text it to him. goes nowhere every time.

- meeks has fashion taste that makes him look insufferable, band tee's and the worst jeans you ever did see, exclusively. also modern meeks would have clear glasses frames.

- saw someone say charlie would vape, id like to add to that. has a COLLECTION of elf bars, its vast, its colourful, it's annoying, it's turning his coughs wet.

- pitts was a fast fashion guy for a total of 6 months before finding out all the shit about how unethical the industry is. didnt get rid of any of those clothes bc thats wasteful but he IS fighting for his life whenever anyone looks at his wardrobe.

- cameron is a BIG analog horror fan, local 58, walten files, fnaf tapes, thats his jam. can we popularise cam being a big horror fan in general bc im so attached to that hc. horror cam i love u.

- all the boys have a life360 circle (enforced by cam and pitts due to charlie's horrendous reckless driving) and todd CONSTANTLY needs to be yelled at the charge his phone.

- neil's phone is ANCIENT, had the same one for nearly a decade, and its evident. has a bigass crack right down the middle, the back is shattered and held together with tape, a phone case, and a dream. theres marks from shit burning into the screen, most notably a rectangle in the bottom corner from the billions of facetime calls with todd that ultimately set his phone on fire every time.

- todd is secretly a grade A yapper but ONLY in digital form. his online presence is VAST, but impressively anonymous. has a very active substack, letterboxd, poetry tumblr, and even started his own blog. no, not a tumblr blog, a blog blog.

- charlie's car is decked out in the most idiotic add ons that you can think of. comically large mirror dice, a bumper sticker that says "honk if you want me bad", stupid car door lights that project a photo of jimmy fallon onto the ground when u open them, the whole 9 yards. took neil, pitts, and cameron 20 minutes to talk him out of getting flame decals (as a bit.)

- knox refuses to play any other videogame besides GTA, which he plays concerningly often. if ur having trouble reaching him then odds are hes on GTA. its the only hobby of his that his parents know about. christmas is tough for the overstreets.

- meeks is well aware of his general ☝️🤓 demeanour so he started making jokes about it before anyone else can. any time he says anything remotely smart sounding then he MUST do the voice and put up a finger. it became a force of habit and he did it while talking to a teacher once, he left the room mortified.

- pittsie lives on spotify, he has a playlist for every possible emotion, over 3k liked songs, and 200k+ minutes listened when wrapped season rolls around. additionally he does every spotify stat game available, and forced the boys to download a spotify activity widget thing. (WHAT DO YALL KNOW ABT AIRBUDS ‼️‼️ add me @ monahatesya xoxo)

- cam loves to make jokes about DARE and the "this is ur brain on drugs" ads but he is, in fact, the main demographic of said ads. said this before, saying it now, will most definitely say it again, he is beyond susceptible to peer pressure. marijuana isnt a gateway drug for everyone but it certainly is for him.

bonus! chris and keating! just for you!

- chris is avoiding the lesbian masterdoc purely out of fear. not out of fear of being gay, but out of fear of the sheer amount of subsequent other things she'll likely also have to find out about herself.

- keating spends an inordinate amount of time on youtube, which nobody actually expects. big video essay fan, imagine the shock from the boys when he pulls up youtube for a lesson and he's halfway thru the 4 hour iBinged iCarly video. was previously a james somerton fan but considering... the james somerton part.. hes now a defunctland loyalist.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I wanna scrapbook with Legacy and Ajax like make little doodles of them to use as accents and glue silly little pictures to a big photo book to see them get excited!!

Because Legacy gets all giddy and chittery and happy, crooning and pointing to the pictures he wants in each spot!! Maybe adding one he has somewhere that he sneakily took with your camera!!

And maybe Ajax is more like quietly grateful, maybe a little shy because he's never really had anyone coddle him this much ever since he fell into the abyss :(( the impossible to embarrass boy gets all flustered when you show him candid pictures of the both of you just cuddling or some random snap of him cooking, something something idk he lives in my head.

Seeing them both be happy in their own ways just kdhekwkekwkeke I love them<333333333333 I want to bite both of them(affectionate)

oh my goodness this is so cute i love the idea of scrapbooking so much

kameras are relatively new technology in Liyue, but you've always loved art and photos, so it's no surprise when one of your friends gifts you one as thanks for assisting them with some task or another, and with delight you quickly take to the task of photographing anything that catches your eyes, your favorite subjects being your beloved Foul Legacy and Ajax. you take pictures of them whenever you can, with their permission of course, showing them each one before storing it away- they never found where exactly you put them; they always assumed the photos were all in some folder in your office

until one day you come over to Legacy with a large, empty book and several photos in your hands. it's a scrapbook! one for you and him and Ajax, and Legacy chitters happily at your wide smile

you construct the book slowly, taking input from both Legacy and Ajax, adjusting the pictures and adding doodles and stickers as you go. Legacy takes great joy in sprinkling glitter and other shiny things on the blank sections of each page, carefully holding a pen like you taught him to so he can draw tiny stars and crescent moons; Ajax always leans his head against your shoulder as he watches you craft, blushing intensely when he sees the photos you snapped of him when he wasn't looking- him after a nap, hair all mussed; cooking together; his face illuminated at sunset- it's enough to make you laugh and kiss each freckle on his cheeks

they'll both have the last laugh, though, once they add the photos of you that they have stashed away, adding a touch of sunlight to the Abyss in your scrapbook

[senditcolton]

Just Let Me Adore You

Taking pictures of them when they don’t realize it because they just look too good not to do so.

part of my Valentine's Day prompts requested by anon 🫶 | word count: 0.8k | warnings: none!

Life moved fast and it was easy to forget about all the little things that brought you joy. That was the reason why you started taking photos.

They didn’t have to be professional and high-quality, they just had to be. A snapshot of your favorite dinner, a video of a candle burning, multiple landscapes, photos of your friends and family.

An entire album filled with candid pictures of your boyfriend, Matthew.

That last bit was entirely unintentional. You hadn’t planned on Matthew being a mainstay in your photo album of joy. It was only when you were scrolling through your phone while lounging in bed that you realized how many pictures there were of your boyfriend.

But it made sense; being with him brought you so much happiness. He made you laugh and smile, gave you excitement and adventure, and made you feel so very loved.

And you felt the same way towards him. The photos were evident of that. It wasn’t just for selfish reasons that you captured them. You took pictures of him because you loved seeing him happy, loved to have a reminder of all those moments in his life – the big and the small. But since they only existed in your phone, you were the only one that got to revel in those memories and the feeling they brought.

Until now.

It took an insane amount of printer paper, a number of glue sticks, a pack of markers, dozens of stickers, and a trip to your local bookstore but it was finished. Your excitement was almost uncontainable as you hold out the wrapped anniversary present towards Matthew.

“Happy two years,” you say, your fingers brushing against his as he takes the parcel from your hands. The sound of the wrapping paper being torn away from the box just makes your anticipation reach another level. Matthew lifts the lid, revealing the leather cover of the scrapbook that you bought weeks ago and his eyes dart to yours, that curious sparkle in his blue irises.

“Now, what’s this?”

“Why don’t you open it, then maybe you’ll figure it out,” you tease him, wanting to see his genuine uninfluenced reaction. He takes your advice, lifting the book from the tissue paper and flipping open the cover. You watch as his eyes scan the pages, dancing over each photo and the other decorations that you placed within.

“Wait a second. This is – ”

“Last years All-Star game,” you finish for him. “There’s more.”

The smile on Matthew’s face grows as he continues to flip through the pages filled with pictures of him from two years you were together: him during the Stanley Cup playoffs, him in the kitchen of your old apartment, him at Brady’s summer wedding, him placing your books on his bookshelf when you moved in, him on the beach during this years All-Star break, him curled up on the couch asleep, him during random parties and at random bars and on random dates. All of those moments carefully curated and lovingly placed in the scrapbook. Matthew flips through all of them, murmuring comments about what he remembers or how he felt. Eventually, he reaches the end of the decorated pages, blank white paper extending until it stops at the back cover.

“Is there any more?” Matthew asks, looking up at you and you can’t stop the laugh that comes at his excitement.

“Not yet, but I’m sure there will be,” you say, the smile on your lips infecting your tone. “Which leads me to your next gift.” You extend a small box to him and Matthew eagerly opens it to reveal a disposable camera.

“I figured that you could help me add to it,” you softly explain. Matthew smiles at you, wasting no time putting down the camera before cupping your face in his hands and pulling you into a kiss.

“I love it, thank you. This is… really one of the most thoughtful things someone has done for me,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief at the time and effort you put into your gift. “My present might seem a little lame in comparison.”

“Nonsense,” you hush him, picking up the gift with your name on it. You open the packaging of the small black box, lifting the lid, revealing a stunning piece of jewelry – one bought directly from the shop of one of your favorite artists.

“Matthew, it’s beautiful,” you sigh out, your hands coming to brush against the metal. “This is exactly the one I wanted. How did you know?”

“You’re not the only one that pays attention to the little things, I suppose,” Matthew says, a gentle laugh falling from his lips.

“It’s gorgeous, thank you,” you repeat, turning to look at him, the smile still on your face. The instant you turn around, you hear the click of a camera shutter and watch as Matthew lowers the camera from his eye.

“Another memory for the scrapbook,” he says and you can’t stop the trill of your heart at the thought of filling pages and pages with memories shared with him. Your boyfriend, your muse, your love.

[bokutosmochi]

tendo satori boyfriend headcannons

what's it? fluff, some angst/reverse comfort

allergen warning/s? n/a

sugar level? 0.7k

regulars? @hanayanetwork​ @tahonet​, @tokyometronetwork​

bon appetit!

♧ wants his partner to call him pretty. wants them to stroke his face, and trace his cheekbone with their thumb while they're at it. he completely melts onto the palm of their hand and become a pile of goo.

♧ likes recommending different media to his partner like mangas, series, movies, and animes and everything but was lowkey starting to rethink it when they developed crushes on the characters. it is kinda his form of acts of service when it comes to his love language though.

♧ has a corkboard filled with loads of pictures and memos in his room. the things tacked on to it varied from ideas for desserts he got at three in the morning, photos from his high school days, and photos of him and his partner. the latter took up most of the space as he had a picture for most of their dates in the past.

♧ lots and lots of movie dates! sometimes him and his partner will even watch movies they don't know the plot of. they'll just be strolling around town, come across the movie theater, see a really interesting looking poster and impulsively buy tickets. sometimes they end up regretting it, but other times they end up discovering a movie they treasure forever.

♧ loooves going into photobooths. would probably drag his partner into one if they come across some. he adds so much heart and animal stickers to the photo as well!

♧ farmer's market dates as well! he originally dragged his partner out of bed and into town because he was looking for some fresh fruits and high quality cacao, but after setting his eyes on them wearing such a pretty outfit and seeing how supportive they are of his dreams - they never gave him a lackluster answer whenever he asked for their opinion even though he woke them up two hours than what they preferred - he couldn't help but sit them down on one of the cozy chairs and buy them both a bowl of their favorite fruit.

♧ "paradise, olivia rodrigo released a new song. break up with me for an hour so i can reeeeally feel it"

♧ will drag his partner to do couples tiktok dances with him. they do not have a choice in that. however, what they do have a choice in is whether it is to be posted or not.

♧ maybe it's not very obvious, but he's so lovesick. he's in love with the idea of love, yet he does not let this characteristic of his lead him astray. he still has his standards, of course -- remains to know his worth. he'll be so happy when he finds someone who he thinks he's compatible with though, and he's even happier when they think he's compatible with them too.

♧ he doesn't like to make the first move because of his fear of rejection. getting bullied a lot and growing up mostly without friends does something to you.

♧ connected to the last headcannon, because of that, he needs lots and lots of kinds words and love. it may not look it from all the teasing he does, but he does get bad days too, and in tendo's case, when it's bad, it's real bad.

♧ tells his partner things like "aww you sure you wanna be stuck with me forever?" but it's just his unique way of asking for reassurance that they love him and wanna be with him.

♧ someone will never know what it feels like to be unloved if they're with tendo. well, unless he falls out of love with them, that is. but it's pretty unlikely to happen. whenever tendo falls hard enough he gets into a relationship with someone, he falls and he can't enough of them no matter how much time they spend together.

♧ if his partner boops his nose, he will bite their finger and not let go until they beg. he takes biting is my love language literally.

♧ very aggressive and exaggerated arm swinging when him and his partner are walking around outside. it's cute and makes him all giggly, until they hit someone 💀💀 and if that someone is behind them and is rude, he'd tell them off, saying something about how they should have seen the both of them, how they swung their arms, and how it's not really their fault. but if they aren't rude, he's the first to apologize.

♧ acts like he doesn't get jealous easily, but he does. it bothers him a lot and a lot of self-doubt comes into his head as intrusive thoughts. needs lots and lots of reassurance.

i get: reblog

you get: a heart shaped necklace

[saspitite]

CARRD | PRONOUNS | KO-FI

plain text/screenreader friendly version will be made soon i promise

hi, i'm saspitite, but you can call me sas, saph, or cadaver!! genderqueer shrimp has breached the internet!!! i use any pronouns but she/her :) oh and i am most definitely on your dni list, btw. will sometimes blog in finnish or german.

i have been dubbed as the "shrimp blog" and "hevisaurus blog" several times on separate occasions and i take great pride in that

current icon: #062 from Drowned Shrimp

current header: a post-concert photo of Heavysaurus

sideblogs

@saspitidy - art blog

@is-the-shrimp-video-cute - blog giving context to videos/general media involving shrimp and some other crustaceans

@hotelmabiya - in-character flight rising clan lore blog (hiatus)

@ebiquest - game project blog (hiatus)

all about me

➸ this mess is a place just so you know. i will be reblogging All sorts of shit. i try my best to tag so you can filter for your own curated experience but i am not perfect 👍

this is not completely a politically-based blog but i might occasionally reblog that kinda stuff. hide #shrimpolitics if you don't wanna see it.

i also love to post about gay things and the Good Ol Leftist Agenda so there's that. i don't really have a tag for it yet (and probably never will) so, uh, suffer. serious/heavy issues are tagged as #serious stuff... if i can remember to use that one

and i also love posting about shrimp/crustaceans!! my general posting tag is #shrimposting and my general reblogging tag is #shimpy shemps (note that these aren't EXCLUSIVELY just for shrimp, but for other crustaceans too sometimes). if you see a shrimp in a post and wanna know what species it is (or if there's just general context in relation to shrimp missing) you can tag my sideblog @is-the-shrimp-video-cute and i'll most likely be able to answer because i'm just that normal about them lol

(more tag info found towards the bottom)

➸ messages and asks are always open, please just don’t spam me, it makes me nervous!!

➸ MESSAGES ARE OPEN TO THE PUBLIC AGAIN! i thought my old system was a bit tiring so i just opened them back up.

➸ pretty please pleaseeee send me asks in general i love answering them!! (/nf)

➸ i do my best to add image descriptions for any images/gifs i add in my posts, but i may occasionally forget to/don't know how to describe them. do let me know if i should add/fix an id for anything in any of my posts!!

➸ mutuals are free to ask about any possible phobias/triggers i need tagged if they'd like, i just removed that information publicly for safety reasons.

➸ btw i love all trans people and aros and aces and mspec lesbians and bi lesbians and afab transfems/amab transmascs and multigender people and queer poc and disabled queers and fat queers and neurodivergent queers! i do not care what people say about you i love you forever!!!!!!!

➸ also i say faggot and dyke and tranny a lot. so uhm idk block me if you're a coward

➸ DNI if you: have a human body, breathe oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide, eat food to survive, physically exist, have cooties (AHHHHH!!!!), or have joy and whimsy in your heart!!!!!!! (^ if its not obvious, this is satire. ^)

tags

(reblogs)

"#giggle" - posts i think are especially funny

"#gold star sticker" - my all time faves

"#shimpy shemps" - posts about shrimp/crustaceans not made by me

"#shrimpolitics" - political bullshit

"#serious stuff" - posts touching on serious or heavy topics, may sometimes contain triggering subjects

"#identifying shrimp / identifying crustaceans" - me adding the species of a shrimp/crustacean found in a post (if its not already outright stated) !!

"#out of all the posts out there this is certainly one of them" - posts that took me like 300 rereads to mildly comprehend and i still don't fully get what's happening. yet i reblog

"#(____) wunk" - i have no clue how but this became my tag for rabbits.

(posts)

"#sas says" - just a normal post i'll make, maybe a random life update or a funny joke i wanted to share

"#sas scavenging" - me showing off something i recently found/bought, which could be anything from t-shirts to rocks

"#shrimposting" - me blabbing about various crustaceans, typically fun facts and whatnot

"#shrimping" - any of my irl activities and whatnot that involves me wearing my shrimp costumes (like conventions and events!!)

"#the shrimployee" - work rants

"#venusposting" - posts of my cat venus

"#sas spiels" - writing/creative concepts that might not be fully fleshed out, just me sharing some thoughts i had in my head

"#sas stories" - my writing!!

"#sas scribbles" - my art!!

"#sas songs" - my music!!

"#a terrible thing has happened" - a terrible thing has happened

"#cosmic intertwines" - my eldritch horror universe (note that this is an umbrella name for all of my fictional worlds listed below and may be tagged in posts that focus on other worlds, but is usually reserved for the gods and outer activity of my fictional universe)

“#machina mundi” - an advanced post-apocalyptic robot world

"#hotel mabiya" - my flight rising clan

"#belet's dream" - a world of diverse anthropomorphic animals

"#the intergalactic voyagers" - the saga of a group of friends and their exploration of the cosmos! (takes place in the same world as "belet's dream")

[luveshot]

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hiya, i'm jiji. moon is a character that i'm excited to write and i think he will fit well here! i wanted to preface this with a little warning that i do graze over some sensitive topics so please check the tags! i tried to give moon some dimension but hopefully, i didn't do too much. this was so stressful so i'm glad it's over, bffls.

%THE BARE BONES:\\

{ JIJI, 18+, EST, THEY/HE } —— look who’s joining the infinite tour! only MINKI 'MOON' MYEONG, who is the PHOTOGRAPHER. i’ve heard whispers that the 22 year old is pretty CONSIDERATE but lowkey ANXIOUS. also, doesn’t/don’t he/they remind you of LEE FELIX?

%RANDOM HEADCANONS:\\

minki was born in the city of montreal to their single mother, minju myeong, and lived with her briefly. their mother struggled with addiction off and on throughout their life so their grandparents (eunji + minseok) took over custody when they were just a baby. since they were born in canada to an immigrant family, they have been learning english and french and korean since birth, basically.

minki grew up modestly, their grandparents being first-generation immigrants who owned a convenience store downtown; his grandmother ran the front counter while his grandfather filed things away on an old 00's windows desktop in the back office. they remember playing games on their nintendo in the stockrooms in attempts to pass the time faster when they were a child.

if you asked minki what the word home reminds them of, they'd say the smell of baked sweets and the comfort of being tucked in at night. their grandparents protected them well in the early years, distracting them from the inconsistency of their mother by spoiling them with affection and quality time.

school also distracted him, moon was naturally intelligent and enjoyed learning; often getting lost in the pages of his textbooks. his imagination seems to be one of his best traits, to this day, as he's always been able to escape into the universe that many media create. such as songs, movies and novels. his grandparents were definitely the ones to have a 'guardian of a gifted child' bumper sticker on their old 90's minivan.

if you asked baby minki what they wanted to be when they grew up, they would answer and say that they wanted to be a professional dancer. this love for dancing came from their grandmother as she started training them young in traditional korean dance and the piano. unfortunately, halfway through junior high, minki was in an intense car wreck that caused a spinal injury; leaving them with weakness in their legs.

the next few years? were hard for minki. the gravity of their mother's substance use disorder finally sunk in and they lost their biggest outlet - dance - to their sudden disability.

since we're in the sadder and darker bit, i want to add that they struggle with depression, anxiety and gender dysphoria. this started early on but they still struggle with this and are currently undergoing treatment to help symptoms.

his grandparents fought and pieced him back together. he owes his life to them tbh. anyways, minki began spending more time at home after his injury and grew even closer to them; taking up their hobbies of baking and photography. minseok (harabeoji) and him spent a lot of time in his office, sorting through photo albums full of familial and nature shots his grandfather had taken over the years; opening his eyes to the wonder and beauty that photography possessed. this is probably around his early high school years.

minki is nonbinary, they usually go by masculine pronouns and the neopronouns they/them.

moon went to college on a scholarship and majored in photography, minoring in graphic design. if i did the math right then it's been like a year since they graduated. i'm thinking they were hired soon after the merge so they aren't really phased by it; no beef here.

socially, i see minki as being friendly but not overly so or too energetic unless they are comfortable with the person. they can be reserved to an extent around strangers and acquaintances. moon's personality is definitely funny, obsessive, curious, anxious, considerate, picky, imaginative, stubborn, free-spirited, forgetful, empathetic, fawning, sarcastic and affectionate.

[remimibanana]

Miku's 13th of January Shopping Report!

Today I went shopping with Millie, my friend and I wanted to write out some of the stuff I did!

We went back to the arcade again, and played DDR and Taiko no Tatsujin once again!

DDR!

Song 1: Megalovania

When we found out that Megalovania was on here, we knew we had to do it. I was surprised it was even on there in all honesty but it does make sense, Undertale is really popular after all!

I was Player 1 and Millie was Player 2! I did pretty well actually, mostly due to the fact that I knew the melody by heart lol

The Japanese version of the Sans fight was playing in the background and I found that so cool! I've never seen it before but one day I'd like to try to beat Sans in Japanese! For fun!

Song 2: 妖隠し -あやかしかくし

Aka the song I randomly picked because I ran out of time to choose a song lol

I wanted to do a Touhou song since I like it and they have cool songs. I think I wanted to do Bad Apple but I couldn't find it lol

It sounds really cool! Except we didn't do so well haha, which is understandable.

(but I did manage to read the song name properly, and I'm proud of myself :D)

Song 3: Scarlet Moon

I chose this song because it was very similar to The Heat of My Fingertips that I've heard before! Since I knew it pretty well, I did pretty well haha

I was so happy to see that I got an A-, I was proud of myself.

It was a lot of fun! I really like DDR and I feel like I would spend all my money on it if the machine was more closer to home orz

And now Taiko no Tatsujin!

Song 1: New Genesis

I couldn't believe they had New Genesis! It was a newly added song so the machines do get updates! I was wondering if they would or not but I'm glad they do. I hope they add even more Ado songs, like I want to jam to Tot Musica!

When I saw the name of the song I was like "YES" and so we did it first up. I'm glad that Millie recognised the song, it made me really happy hehe

It was a lot of fun, I of course sang along to it while drumming. I was Player 2 here, the blue one lol

Song 2: 1.2.3!

MY FIRST FULL COMBO WOOOOOO

They had the Pokemon 2019 opening! This was also a newly added song. I love this opening a lot, I remember the lyrics mostly and so I was singing it the whole time haha

I didn't even notice that I hit every single like note until the end but I was so happy to get a full combo! Very proud of myself, I hope I can do it again sometime lol

Song 3: Megalovania

Since we played it on DDR, we played it on here too. It's pretty tricky even on Easy, but loads of fun! And that was it! We also did take photos at the photo booth, which was like Purikura! You could draw on them and put stickers, it was so cool.

I put it inside my photo album and I hope I can take more of them! I remember seeing someone have a whole folder with Purikura and I would like to do that too lol

We went to the bookstore together and we of course went to the Manga section lol

Millie wanted a manga that she could read since she is quite new to the whole manga scene and I was there to help! I recommended Spy x Family, since I really like it and I thought she would enjoy it too! So we both picked up the first two volumes (since I wanted them too, and we would match ^^).

There were only two second volumes left, one that was in good condition and one that had a bit of a crease in the corner. I took the one with the crease since I wanted Millie to have the better one. I care more about what's inside then how it looks lol

Although it does have some print errors inside on a few pages but it's fine!

We also went to watch Puss in Boots: The Last Wish and it was really good! I enjoyed it a lot, the animation and story was pretty cool.

The cinema is so so fancy at the shopping center we went to, I was so surprised! It was my first time going into there and I didn't know how to feel. I also asked if we could buy tickets at the counter since it wasn't like my local cinema lol

We bought tickets and when we got there, there were people already sitting in our seats. But we didn't realise since we assumed our seats would be empty.

So we stood around like weirdos looking for our seats until a lady who was sitting on one of our seats was asking which seats were we in and when we told them, everyone moved and apologized for taking the seats. I felt kind of bad since they were already sitting there but those were our seats we paid for.

I had a lot of fun shopping, and I can't wait to do it again one day!

Thank you for reading all this if you do! ^^

[fourseasonsfigs]

Colorful Black

We're taking a short break from our foray into the Junzhe Extended Universe to come back to our own. A little less exciting, perhaps, but just as cute!

This fig set includes Gong Jun dressed in his Mujosh endorsement finery, complete with orange-tinted lenses:

Looking good, Junjun! I'm bummed out his Mujosh partnership is over - we sure got some great looks out of it. I also got some really nice eyeglasses frames out of it too. Very nice quality!

Zhehan's looking absolutely gorgeous in this photoset here:

Why his sweatshirt has "The Age of Stupid" on a laptop screen is beyond me, but Zhehan doesn't control what stylists put him in!

No matter, he's incandescently beautiful.

Here's our two adorable figs from this set, and I love them. Absolutely love them. Zhehan is so soft haired and sweet looking, and Junjun's rocking his shiny leather jacket and will very soon have some rockin' shades. I'll do the pics without the sunglasses first, and then with them.

You might notice here that Junjun has a groove in the side of his head there above his cute little ear. What this is, is the most brilliant notch for his Mujosh sunglasses! As someone who has struggled mightily with fig glasses of all kinds, this is a godsend. The little stems fit right into it and they don't fall down his face!

Classic that we have Junjun all fancy and Zhehan all casual wearing socks with slides! I love it.

It never fails to make me laugh when we get to this angle and see the relative proportions. I love JZP fig makers so much.

May I also just say how much I love Zhehan's hair in all incarnations. I'm so happy he's done so many things with it over the course of his career - we get so many awesomely varied hairstyles with him.

Junjun's hair, on the other hand, is generally a variation on his usual medium-short length, but even then fig makers add a little flair to it somewhere! Usually his bangs. Which of course, has nothing to do with this angle.

You can see the matching groove for the sunglasses here by Junjun's ear.

The shininess of Junjun's coat is fantastic. I like when the fig makers play around with texture for the figs, adds so much great interest. Hehe, Zhehan's slides look particularly good (?!?) here!

Top down is often a bit uninteresting, but I like this one! We get the style-y hair parts and the relative look of the outfits all in one go.

This photo took me aback for a second when I went to go crop it, I thought, what piece of styrofoam did I get on Zhehan's shorts! But no. Zhehan's shorts tie is just at an awkward place. I scrolled back up to the photo inspiration, and whoa, yep, what do you know. I wonder if you know what, I'm just gonna stop here and not try to figure out the photographer's mindset. Moving right along!

Please notice the red heeled soles on Junjun's shoes, so nice! This is also a great opportunity to check out the modeling, and see the relatively wider looking face they gave Junjun and the smaller, little rounder face for Zhehan. These figs are so well done. Believe it or not, these are actually some of my favorite figs, I just love them.

Alright! We got some cool shades for our Cool Boy. Here's an extreme closeup of the hair grooves and the matching tabs on the sunglasses.

On to the pics with the glasses! Yikes, I gotta watch my photo count since we're definitely hitting the max 30 on this post.

So handsome, Gong Laoshi!

The glasses are sturdily on, thanks to the grooves! Speaking of sturdy, these figs do stand fairly well. No balancing issues with mine.

Here's the back of the box cards, along with the an optional add-on for some stickers.

Wow, I barely managed to stay at the photo limit! I did want to show the artwork on both boxes. When I read the quotation on the first box, I was like, oh ho ho, this fig seller has an opinion on who fell for the other first! I got so excited to read the other box quote and see what it said, and then I realized it was just the same. Bummer! I've read a lot of fan fictions that have one or the other falling in love with the other first (and plenty with both at the same time, of course), and frankly, they're all fantastic. I could read them daily hourly every minute and not get tired of them!

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 328

Scene Count: 24

Rating: My personal opinion is at the same time, myself.

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

[kendrarichardsdesign]

Today in type 2 we talked about common paragraph formatting errors and simple fixes. I also developed my idea some more. I have been getting inspired by the books Ian brings to class and Pinterest. I went out and took pictures around Medicine Hat on Saturday and I got a few that I'll be able to use.

I was really excited that we were allowed colours for this project, but after thinking about it some problems arose. The printer at the college struggles with accurate colour printing and I haven't found or heard of any settings to help that yet. There is also Boylan's, but I want to be able to print it and reprint it myself for experimental purposes. I had the idea today to only include 1 colour to make it more exciting and add to the theme of the book. I don't want to do a black and white photo with only the one color saturated because I find that a little cheesy personally.

Before I decided on the colour, I had a previous idea to cyanotype a page because it is technically a photo-processing technique and a thing I love about Medicine Hat is the sunshine, so it would relate in that way as well. Also, the colour blue reflects feelings of calmness, and I associate it with the humungous sky of the prairies. I feel like blue is the obvious choice if I were to pick a single colour for this.

Doug also ordered the wrong size for some sketchbooks and he gave one to me because he wasn't going to use it. This was very nice because I love sketchbooks AND it gave me an idea for the cover. The sketchbook has a sewn binding with one signature, a thicker brown cover and a piece of red paper glued on the spine to cover the thread. I thought it was very beautiful and maybe I could use blue paper instead.

Another idea I had was to make stickers to go with the book to add to the idea of "sharing the love of Medicine Hat" I discovered today that you don't need a special printer to print on sticker paper! I think it would also be cute to present the book in a little translucent case to make it feel very special. I could also make a little box for the stickers. I could also make a sticker to put on the translucent box.

Some ideas that I might experiment in the book with are: cutouts, foldouts (?), cyanotype, presentation, and transparent paper.

[stampwithtami]

Watercolor World Wow Techniques

WATERCOLOR WORLD WOWS Sharing some "wow" cards I created with the Stampin' Up! Watercolor World stamp set and Brights Stampin' Write Markers. Add an arrow from the Give It a Whirl dies to point to a specific location. How fun to give to a loved one traveling, maybe going on a mission trip, studying abroad, special vacation, etc. Which of these designs do you like the best?  My original card was inspired by Linda Dalke. Check out the short video below. I have a short series of cards I'll be sharing the next couple of days featuring the Watercolor World stamps. Scroll down for: ✅ INSTRUCTIONS✅ VIDEO: WATERCOLOR WORLD TECHNIQUES✅ CARD PHOTOS✅ PRODUCTS USED ✅ MORE FROM THE NEW 2023 MINI CATALOG Techniques include: - Creating multi colors on 1 stamp with Stampin' Write Markers - Watercolor spritzing - Blending colors with water painters - Multi panel triptych card and an easel card fold INSTRUCTIONS INSTRUCTIONS VIDEO: WATERCOLOR WORLD TECHNIQUES   CARD PHOTOS Want to save these ideas for later? Pin them to your favorite Pinterest board. Have you tried these designs? I love to see your creations! Be sure to share them on #shareyourcrafts post every Saturday on my Facebook Page.  When I first saw the Stampin' Up Watercolor World stamp I fell in love with it. I saw a card Linda Dale created coloring the stamp with markers and I was hooked!  I started out coloring the stamp and doing some light watercoloring on this first card.  It's important to use Stampin' Write Markers to color on the rubber. Stampin' Write markers are water based and won't dry out the stamp. Don't use alcohol markers because they will dry out the stamp. The words "Following your Dreams" are from the Stampin' Up! Through It Together Stamp Set. After I created the first card I was curious to see how it would look spritzed. So I took the Stampin' Spritzer and spritzed with water. I LOVE LOVE LOVE how it came out.  I used Shimmery White card stock for all of these cards. I think that is important when working with water. It's forgiving and doesn't tear as some papers do when they get wet. Especially with this technique. On the 3rd card I created an easel fun fold. I added an arrow from the Give It A Whirl dies to indicate a special place on the map. You could have that point to anywhere in the world.  The words are from the Greatest Journey Stamp Set. How perfect is the compass? It's also comes from the Enjoy the Journey Suite, it's part of the Enamel Sticker Icons.   The last card is a multi-panel triptych technique. I have the measurements for the panels in the instructions.    PRODUCTS USED  Read the full article

[merrrrrrrrry]

hello, im early today 🫶🏻

it’s sad that your grandma’s parrot flew away that’s still a very cute memory of him 🥺🥺 parrots are so interesting and they’re all so pretty!! do you have a picture of him? if you do i would love to see it <3

that sounds extremely stressful in general but going in unprepared must have made it way worse 🫠 it sounds super interesting though!! do you listen to hearings a lot or is it infrequent? i took a law class (i can’t remember exactly what it was for) when i was in university and i had to go listen to a hearing for part of my final exam and i liked it a lot even though i wasn’t studying/had any interest in law fjshsjs also im not currently studying!! i was halfway through my third year before covid lockdowns started and i decided i wasn’t really interested in what i was studying anymore so i was supposed to be figuring it out but again..covid. so im kinda just working and avoiding figuring out if i want to go back to school fjdhd

i look forward to hearing about the canva thing 💗💗

-✨holiday pal✨

Hello

I unfortunately don't have a photo of him so have this sticker instead. He flew away some 6-7 years back.

Right now during my internship, I spend the day at the city court. So i get to see multiple hearings in a day. My internship is for 30 days and it's getting over next week.

What was it that you're studyin? All the best for whenever you decide to sit down and have a think about it and all the best for whichever decision you make💕💕💕 how does that work exactly? I don't know how universities work wherever you live. You can take a class of something entirely unrelated to what you're actually studying??

The canva thing is that I was fucking tired of it the first time I did the work for a post. I made edits here on tumblr, i stopped because of some random comments i got and now I don't have time anymore but i really enjoyed it because I was doing it for something i like. Unfortunately, the society that I am in, the literature and debate society has been an utter disappointment at best. I was really enthusiastic about it but the postholders barely care about getting the society together and involving us, the first years who have no idea what goes on until the last moment where they need us to take part in a vote from the whole society to decide something we didn't know was being discussed in the first place. I never used canva before this and there are moments where I get into it but then I remember what I'm making the post for and i cant help but get utterly frustrated.

But enough with the negativity. I take my tiffin prepared by Maa with me everyday to court but today I ate outside with the junior advocates and law clerks and though the food wasn't great, the experience was great fun. And I also ate half of a great sandwich today courtesy of a special day at my father's office.

Currently I'm trying to get through a book about the arbitration and conciliation acts in India, it's interesting but I'm too slow. I need to write a review of it to submit in time but I get exhausted after coming back from court.

Tell me more about you? Anything at all? What's your favourite drink? I forgot to ask you the questions you asked me- what kind of music do you like??

Oh wow found another great sticker to add to the repertoire

[jadelynlace]

Ink Drinker / Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader], Chapter 6

catch up here!

synopsis: Ivar was only meant to be a friend with benefits, but he caught feelings for his older brother’s best friend, and co-worker: you.

pairing: Ivar x F!Reader

***content warning [PLEASE READ]: this chapter has the after effect of the trauma call, and too many emotions. surgical mentions and medical terminology are in this chapter as well. anything in italics indicates a flash back.

author’s note: I’m so sorry.

 ~

“Floki, why can I be left alone?” Ivar asked.

“Because the last time you were left alone you ended up with fifty thousand milligrams of pain killers in your stomach. Now, come here—do you know this?” Floki replied with his fingers taping the photo copied image.

“I drew that.” Ivar said back.

“Yes, you did. Where do you want it?”

“What do you mean?” 

“You hate your body so much why don’t you cover it in something you like?” 

*

It is sixteen hours that Ivar is in surgery. His world is dark, nothing but, with pierces of noises that he can recall. But trying to decipher them only makes the surroundings dull, caked in black and muffled with a buzz of an unruly bee hive. There are pokes of pain, he remembers the green light, and he remembers the pot hole he swerved to miss. He doesn’t remember how fast he was driving and the second he was over the yellow line made no difference for the sudden beast of a truck to find him. 

Everything below Ivar’s powdered knee caps are reattached. Grueling hours on the table while he’s sewed back together like a monster. Enough time for Hvitserk to get clothes, to get you clothes, to pack a bag for his brother per your request. Even in the presence of clean laundry you can’t take your blues off yet—they’re holding you proper because you just saw Ivar that morning. You two made love in the low morning light, filled with ecstasy, his seed and then he made you eggs with extra hot sauce and hugged you tightly you were sure you stopped breathing. He told you to be safe, baby, like he did at the dawn of each shift and that he would call you when his last appointment was finished, and on his way back from shopping for supplies for the parlor and that you two would make lunch plans. In his speed, his haste to make sure he didn’t miss you before the two tone song of death would sing in the radios, he instead, became the reason it did.  

Your chief shows up when you tell him the nature of the emergency. Pulling additional personnel on for overtime and they take the rig out of service and from your hands. Words don’t spare any differences and although he offers you a hug, when you take it he slips you a piece of paper. 

“Remember the job you’re doing. And the change you’re making.” He whispers in your ear and you look at the folded sheet. It’s a photocopy of a poorly drawn fire truck with an even worse sketched stick figure, and you had scribbled it when you were five. Back when you met chief for the first time because now you hold the same badge number your father once did. 

“If I give you your Dad’s old badge number, are you going to act like a jack ass like him?”

“I can’t make any promises chief.”

“I have a partner in mind for you, you’ll like him. He’s a good kid. A good medic.”

“This good kid got a name?”

“Yeah, Hvitserk. I’ll introduce the two of you.”

This is the call that shapes you as a medic, as a provider, and changes how you see things. This is the call that sends a new person out into the street, whether Ivar lives or not. This is the call that forever holds terror in your heart because he was laying in the back of your ambulance, and that was the one spot you never wanted him to occupy. 

Aslaug walks through the doors and she’s already two tissues deep into a soggy mess. Hugging Hvitserk and hugging you and you wish you were meeting this woman for the first time under any other circumstance. Floki thanks you and you don’t quite know why, even though the words fall heavily and un-calming, he still thanks you. And when the surgeon returns before the four of you, you’re the only one that doesn’t stand. But he calls your name because you know him, he was lab staff that tested you for your certifications and he told you that you’ll make a damn good medic one day. 

“Remember what I said on the day of your exam?” He asks and you nod, puzzled and impatient looks on the other faces. “You are a damn good medic—you both are.” He adds, eyes jumping from yours to your partners. “And it shows on this call, of all of them.” Hvitserk’s shoulder nudges you and you only nudge him back, perhaps little too hard in your delirious state. “Essentially what we did, was replant the lower portion of each leg. Now, given the extent of his injuries and how his body handles such, I don’t have a clear cut answer for you on his overall mobility. He may need to have screws implanted, he may need prosthetics. He’s going to be in the ICU for the next 48 hours for constant monitoring. We’ll have him sedated so his body can focus on what’s at stake. He’ll need physical therapy for a long time, and he’ll likely be disabled for the rest of his life, given again, how his body handles this. It’ll be a long road. But, like I said—you two are damn good medics and that is the one reason his legs were able to be saved. I will let you know when he’s moved to the ICU.”

You look back at your partner and his face is as blank as yours; influx of emotions just ready to dive from the void but your minds are still churning, still processing all of what boomed from the doctor’s mouth. Ivar’s chance at returning to a normal life was resting in your hands and you two gave the best damn efforts and they worked. The countless hours of dissection, wondering if you’re cut out for this career, these responsibilities, hours of trauma and blood and vomit all fizzle away because you now know that you are. And it just took Ivar to prove it.

When your eyes open again there’s a sharp pierce in your temple, scrunching eyes together and slowly moving, your head rises from Floki’s shoulder and the lights in the ICU have dimmed in the late hour. Impressions stood between his nostrils, falling like petals over his cheekbones, bleeding through split brows and pink flowers through the depths of his neck. His chest sinking and fainting with time, there was a moment of deafening silence when you are looking at his body; seemingly so small under the contraptions. The depths of earth, and the worst hell was seeing him lay on this cot. He’s only sedated now, even though Ivar looked of death, he was still alive under the harvest of wires. The words of how “we’re doing all that we can” do not bring any more comfort, they just take Ivar like a wave rapidly back out to sea. And now you understand how your patients, and their families feel when you speak the same phrases to them. The clinical assessments do not stop a rigorous schedule, motoring for the possible failure. The room is kept warm, and every so often when you will yourself to peek in, you can see the sheen of sweat that’s over Ivar’s forehead, dancing across his chest under the stickers, the monitors. The capillary refill on his toes show promise, and when the nurse says that to her doctor, you find yourself attempting the same motions on your thumb nail. Pressing the pink away and making room for the white, and then in a quick release, the pink swarms back. The ultra sound machines reminds you of the new equipment in your rig as it assess arterial blood flow every hour.

IV bags drip, slow and agonize and the change of wrappings, dressings and cleaning of both the limbs and Ivar himself collect. You spend hours watching the fluid levels sink, his eyes flutter, his fingers in his hand dance and you grow cold because you just want to hold him. To lock him in a steel tower and to constantly remind him how strong he is, because you know the longest road will not come from learning to walk. It will come from Ivar trying to find that he is worthy to live on.

Blackness had retired across your cheeks, wrapping a veil of makeup that melted into battle scars and you could not move if your body depended on it. Aslaug sits next to you; she takes her time wiping the makeup off from under your eyes, the soiled mascara and she’s humming to you. She had been telling you how when Ivar was young, she would sing to him and it would calm him down. How she sang to him in the hospital after he tried to overdose, tubes pumping his stomach as she blamed herself for such wrong doing. How Hvitserk blamed himself because he gave no one a warning cry. And how she’s singing to Ivar now, even though he can’t hear it, because it comforts the three of you as a whole. 

When your eyes follow the nurse into the room, you can hear her say something to Ivar and you watch his head turn in confusion. Grogginess and a fog on his brain as she talks to him like it’s a normal conversation; wishing him a good morning, how the weather looks promising for a beautiful day and you wish you had that level of bed side manner. You never get the promising parts of the journey; you get the patients that are coding and in a rush to the life saving team in the hospital. You love the ones who tell you their entire live’s story in the back of the rig on the way to the emergency room, sharing details and calming your mind with how simple, and yet how different every walk of life is. The nurse says something about you, about Hvitserk and Aslaug and Floki, out and waiting and ready to see him when he’s fit. You wave through the glass and there’s the tease of a smirk on Ivar’s face, even in his slightly sedated state. A dastardly, bastard smirk and his hand lifts off the bed slightly, wiggling his fingers back to you. The tears start up again, pounding a sledge hammer through your skull after all of the unruly pressure and messes of crying as your body tries to go numb.

“Where’s my mom?” You hear Ivar say in a voice that muted slightly as the nurse stands in the door way to exit. “Can I see my mom?” And the nurse nods. Aslaug stands and kisses your hair line as she walks into the vicinity, Ivar watching her and you need to back up, you need to walk away from the room, this hall way and this battle. A faint wheeze goes through your chest and Floki catches it first before Hvitserk has a chance to lift his head and open his eyes.

“Let’s walk, dear,” Floki says and his voice is not authoritative but it still demands you to comply as he loops an arm around your shoulder. “Walking can help to clear the mind.” It’s your first time outside in almost three days, and the sunlight burns you like you had been its victim on a sand covered shoreline for one too many hours. The hospital grounds are manicured, they’re neat and arranged with an abundance of flowers and colors in the open air but everything to you still feels so dull and lifeless, pointless and hopeless and walking only churns your thoughts to double, triple in size like a snow ball rolling down a hill. 

You’re finally allowed in to see Ivar and you approach slowly, like touching him will seer you suddenly, stain you with a unremovable pattern and you’ll forever be reminded. His blue eyes are dull and groggy when they open, the nasal cannula wrapping his face and your eyes dance over the scurf collecting on his jaw, and the faint bruising, cuts and scrapes on his skin.

“Hey baby,” His voice rasps and you kneel by the bed, tears already on their journeys to streak your tried skin and Ivar’s needle poked, IV covered arm comes to wipe what he can reach. “You were there, weren’t you?” And you can only nod, eyes still damp and you relish in the touch he gives you only if it’s for a second. “You saved my life, baby,” Ivar finally adds and that makes the whimper start again, the choke of a sob in your throat and he tries to quiet you, slithering a quick noise from his lips and you rest your head against the bed, his hand still on your hair. 

“I drove the ambulance over a hundred miles an hour,” You finally say and they’re the first words you can use to process the trauma you two had lived through together.

“That’s my girl,” Ivar smiles, speaking with a voice that sounds like sandpaper.

“I love you Ivar—no matter what happens, I love you so much,”

“I love you too, Y/N,” Ivar says and his voice is weaker now and he needs rest. “Kiss me before you go?” He says with eyes scanning your face, and you can’t deny that now. Pressing your lips softly against his, your hands cupping his cheek and you hope it’s not the last kiss you’ll ever get from him. “I’m not going anywhere, baby,” Ivar tells you. “I’m afraid. But I’m not going anywhere,” You nod as he speaks, a forehead against his for a second and his hand is still trying to reach on you where he can. This is the man that would pull the tubes and the wires from his chest if he could, if that would make him get closer to you. “You’re stuck with me,” And there’s a faint snicker after his words, weak and drowned out from the normal tone but you’ll take it after not hearing his voice for three days.

“I’m stuck with you,” You say back with a small smile. But it still doesn’t bring enough hope.

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Hey I’m the mcr/used question anon. Idk if you were in the fandom this far back, but what was the vibe when black parade came out? I’ve found posts from the time but individual ppls opinions don’t really make up the consensus.

I’m also curious about the same thing for Danger Days. I mostly search through livejournal for revenge/black parade info but it was pretty dead by 2010 so I can’t find much.

Hey!!! I was actually!! I was a casual-ish fan in 2004 (more of a green day person then), but became a hardcore fan in 2005!

Ok so. TBP promo/marketing started kind of mysterious? Their site looked like this:

and the MCRmy received promo stickers that looked basically exactly like that. We were supposed to stick them everywhere and take photos and send to the street team. We KNEW it was a new album but at the same time it was kind of like ?????? cuz no one was saying anything.

THEN. THEEEEENNN pictures of Gerard leaked. Holy fucking shit. these are the exact photos that we saw:

We were basically like ???????FHFHEWRW$@#EWTWEYTFG#@!!??? <- keyboard smash is period appropriate btw. Cuz like. GERARD??? BLONDE??? SHORT HAIRR????? then we started to receive promo stickers and fliers that said My Chemical Romance above The Black Parade. So they looked like the previous promo fliers and stickers we got, except by now we KNEW it was for a new album. I tried and tried and tried to find my old photos that I took while posting these around my tiny ass southern ontario small town (rip me), but I cannot find them.

*Edit to add: We were mainly talking on ino.net, I hadn't moved to LJ yet. But we were all working together to try to figure out what was going on and what it pertained too. It was a HUGE mystery, ok? Like. everything was very quiet, except for changes to the website. We had no social media then.

This all happened within a v short time btw. Like the beginning of september??? Then WTTBP was released. I remember being in my homeroom when I heard it on the radio for the first time (I had heard it before, but this was the first time on the radio in public that I heard it) and I lost. my. shit. I was like. dancing and jumping and yelling along and my classmates were like 'omg lookit christy can actually show emotion!!!!!!!'

The album was released and I was just stoked cuz I hadn't experienced an album release from them before (except for LOTMS but that wasn't the same) and like. i LOVED it. but it was so different? A lot of people held the same opinion. But this happens with every album mcr put out. Bullets kids hated Revenge. Revenge kids hated TBP. All the above hated DD, etc. I didn't HATE it but it took some growing. Soon I was preforming the entire album w my fake microphone in my room. House of Wolves was my fav.

I went to a release signing and received this from street teams:

I used to have all the stickers and promo fliers, but unfortunately gave them away ): I also got Mikey's Death Mask which was INCREDIBLE. but again ): I was a poor uni student and needed money so I sold it.

In regard to DD release and build up, I was out of fandom at that point ): I was heavily into film and such. I just remember when pictures of Gerard at comic-con leaked with red hair and us all being like ??????????????????? wtf NOW. Oh I posted a picture of G from the NaNaNa video on my film tumblr being like ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Idk how to add more photos, so i'll rb this and add photos from my signing!!

Thank you so much for the question!!!!!! I said it before but I genuinely LOVE reminiscing over this stuff and finding old pictures.