#*clown music plays in the distance*

[byfulcrums]

Friendly reminder that “I'm not from the Lan Clan and don't intend to marry into the Lan Clan, so why should I copy all of their rules?” is an actual line said by Wei Wuxian, the man who married Lan Wangji.

[cherriisodapop]

How I feel finding out that an artist I thought was funny and wanted to be moots with is already moots w somebody I used to be close with and now it looks like I’m a weird stalker who’s trying to get into their friend group oh god how do I beat these allegations…. CHAT I DONT THINK IM GETTING MYSELF OUT OF THIIS ONE.

[beauzos]

I love HGSS and appreciate how much they fixed the level curve but it still throws me for a loop seeing this shit. Like this feels way too low to have beat the champion 😭

I will say the level curve is definitely better but I still don’t understand WHY they made the levels for wild pokemon so fucking low. It makes grinding a major chore, especially later when you might want to grind for Red. I’ve only beaten Red on Sacred Gold because at least in that romhack they give you high level wild Pokemon smfh

The trainer level curve is fine though, it’s just wild pokemon… especially in Kanto. I can’t believe that shit. they have pokemon that are like level 5 there. Bro it’s the post game

[idontwannapickausername]

Tom Emmer probably won’t have the votes for speaker but let’s see,

[sweetercalypso]

Knife’s Edge || Abby Anderson

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: when reader gets lost inside a haunted house, ghostface!Abby takes her to the backroom

Notes: part one in my week of horror series! minors dni; brief dubcon, knife play, throat holding, fingering, dom!Abby wearing a strap under her costume, sex against a wall, afab reader

Scary stories and sleazy horror films had never been something you enjoyed, so you’re not sure why you’d agreed to tag along when your friends invited you to a haunted house hosted in a bleak, abandoned building sitting at the edge of town.

As soon as you walked through the doors, you knew you’d made a mistake. Gory backdrops, clown-faced actors, fake bodies hanging out of coffins – you found a reason to shield your face lurking around every corner. Your friends had shrieked with laughter and pulled you along with them, but you couldn’t keep up with their excited pace, dragging your feet and lagging far behind the group.

Maybe if you hadn’t spent so much time with your hands covering your eyes, you would’ve known you were headed down the wrong hallway, straying further away from your friends with each blind step. When you look up to find yourself stranded in the empty darkness, you chastise yourself for coming to a haunted house in the first place.

Tonight would’ve been better if you’d just stayed home.

When you realize that the noise and the commotion of the tour have all but faded into the distance, your heart leaps into your throat. There’s something about the silence that doesn’t seem right.

A rising panic overwhelms your senses as you look around for anything that might tell you where you are. Your friends are all gone, and so are the actors and the gruesome scenes that had been guiding you through the halls. Is it worse to be scared or to be hanging in suspense?

The sudden shuffle of footsteps floods your lungs with relief. You speed up to follow after the sound, only briefly stopping to consider how humiliating it is to be this frightened by a rundown building full of cheap decor.

“Excuse me! Hey-”

You grab the person’s shoulder with a trembling hand, no longer concerned with keeping your dignity intact. They can laugh at you all they want as long as they can lead you to the exit.

When the stranger turns around, you let out a small noise of surprise. She’s tall and brawny under her costume, and the tips of her boots peak out from the bottom of the black sheet of fabric she’s cloaked in.

The mask covering her face is shaped into a ghoulish, twisted scream, just like the one from those cheesy slasher movies you’d never managed to sit through. Even the prop knife she wields at her side is unnervingly sinister.

You pull your hand back and turn your attention to the mesh covering her eyes, hoping for a glimpse of the person underneath.

“Do you work here?”

She cocks her head to the side, silent.

“Look,” you sputter. “I just got separated from my friends, can you help me or not?”

A group of muffled voices erupt from somewhere in the house, a mess of laughter and gasps and thrilled shrieks of artificial terror. You feel her eyes raking over you before she bobs her head and motions for you to follow.

“Come with me.”

The walk through the hallway is quiet beyond the eerie music playing on a loop and the sound of her steps over the creaking floorboards. Cardboard cutouts and tarped sheets of plastic block out the light from the windows and you’d struggle to follow her trail if it weren’t for the occasional flash of her white mask looking at you over her shoulder.

She leads you through a maze of intersecting hallways before finally stopping in front of a door marked with gaudy caution tape and a formal ‘DO NOT ENTER’ sign tacked in the middle. She guides you inside with a hand flattened against your lower back and a warmth licks up your spine from her easy touch.

She follows in behind you and shuts the door, and you’re suddenly aware that she’d taken you beyond the part of the house marked off for guests.

Overloaded boxes and bins of leftover decorations are scattered around the room, a collection of undead odds and ends stuffed into every corner. It’s too crowded and too uncanny for your liking.

You turn to look at the quiet stranger with wide eyes, heart hammering in your chest.

“Why are we here?”

She’s silent for a moment before she grabs you by the waist and wraps her arms around you, pressing her face into the crook of your neck.

“Are you scared?”

You shudder as her cold plastic mask connects with your skin. Standing this close, you can hear her heavy breath contorted by her disguise, feel the rise and fall of her chest pressed against your back.

The kitchen knife gleams against your hip where her hand gropes for purchase. In the darkened hallway, it’d seemed like a cheap, flimsy prop to match her crude costume, but in here, there’s just enough light to catch the metallic luster of the blade’s sharp edge.

She seems to follow the trail of your downcast gaze because she runs the flat side of her knife up the length of your torso with an amused hum.

“Don’t worry,” she taunts in an overly cloying voice. “You won’t feel a thing.”

Her grip is loose enough that you could break free if you wanted, but you’re too flustered by the heat pooling in your belly to try. You wriggle in her grasp and unintentionally move your hips into hers, gasping when the tip of the blade digs into your side.

“Ah- careful with that thing.”

She laughs dryly and drags the steel up to rest in the valley of your breasts. “I think you like a little pain.”

Without a warning, she spins you around so that you’re sandwiched between her form and the wall, cheek pressed roughly against the cracked, yellowing paint.

“You feel that?” She grinds against the curve of your backside, revealing the hard plastic bulge underneath her costume. “S’my cock, baby. You gonna take it like a good girl?”

You whimper at the harsh treatment and the thought of what’s to come. When you take too long to work up a reply, she wraps a hand around your throat, delicate but forceful enough that you’re aware of her underlying strength.

“I asked you a question.”

Honeyed slick coats the apex of your thighs as you squirm in place, practically thrumming with adrenaline and a feeling you can’t name. You’ve always hated scary movies, but living through one is turning out to be much more of a thrill.

“Yes,” you pant with a shaky nod. “Please, yes. Just fuck me.”

Her knife clatters to the floor beside your feet and you flinch at the shrill noise. The hand around your throat is gone, disappearing somewhere behind you as she bunches the fabric of her costume around her waist.

You chance a look over your shoulder in hopes of catching a glimpse of her form without the curtain of fabric blocking the view, and you’re met with the sight of her harness digging into her hips, leading below the waistband of her black cotton boxers.

A sliver of bare skin is visible between the dregs of her cloak and the hem of her underwear, accentuating the smattering of blonde hair trailing down from her naval. The muscles of her thighs flex as she pulls the length of her strap from its confines.

She reaches around to unbutton your jeans and tug the material down your legs, careless of the way your hips jerk from the force of her strength. When her fingers prod at your entrance and she slides her fake cock between your thighs, your palms flatten against the wall to keep yourself from crumpling over in bliss.

“S’that feel good?” Her thumb swipes at your clit in fast, messy circles while two thick digits part your velvety walls.

Little sighs and puffs of air are all you can manage as a response. Her fingers curl at the perfect angle to hit your sweet spot, and you think you could manage to come like this if she kept at it for even a minute longer.

To your disappointment, she frees her fingers before you can reach your peak, and you push back against her with a whine of protest.

She doesn’t seem to appreciate your breathy complaint, because she shoves your hips back against the wall with a bitter force that makes you gasp at the impact.

“Don’t fucking move.”

Her masked face peaks over your shoulder, creeping into your peripheral with an unblinking, static gaze.

You feel the tip of her cock nudge against your weeping entrance, sleek plastic rubbing against your skin just like the pale visage resting against your cheek. She drives her cock into you in one fluid motion, grunting as her hips slam into yours.

“Fuck-” you choke out a breathless, eager sound as she gives an experimental thrust against your backside.

Her broad figure envelops you completely as she grinds her cock into your slick cunt, agonizingly slow until she decides you’re ready for more. She’s everywhere all at once – a blur of heavy-handed touches over your hips and your chest. You can’t decide whether you’d like to push your breasts into the cradle of her palms or to contort yourself into the hollow of her frame in search of more pleasure.

“mmh- please, faster,” you beg, brows pinched together with the effort of keeping still like she’d asked.

“Yeah?” She picks up a bit of speed and returns her fingers to your clit. “Too cock drunk to be scared anymore?”

You nod along with what she’s saying, too focused on the tension twisting in your gut to pay attention to her words. You’d agree to anything as long as she kept moving.

A minute passes and you’re teetering at the edge of your release. She seems to notice, adding pressure to your clit and grinding her cock into you as far as it’ll go.

“That’s it,” she pants. “Come for me.”

The tension inside of you snaps and you shudder through your release with a choked sob and a silent thanks to the stranger holding you up. Your walls cling to her slick length as you come around her cock, heaving a shaky breath into the quiet, cramped room.

After a few more greedy thrusts and swipes over your sensitive clit, she stills inside of you and presses her mouth to your shoulder, almost like she’s kissing you through the plastic mold covering her face.

With a content flush crawling up your cheeks, you turn to look at her in the dim lighting. “You could’ve taken the mask off, y’know.”

She laughs wryly and shakes her head. “Where’s the fun in that?”

[skamenglishsubs]

Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 3, Episode 5

Episode 5 starts sometime after August dropped the bombshell about Erik at the end of last episode, and Wilhelm decides for some reason to visit the party palace, in order to make himself feel extra shit? I don't know what's going on here.

Blink and you miss it: Hey, that's one of the clown masks they used for Wilhelm's initiation back in season 1.

Blink and you miss it: Henry and Valter are doing a class presentation on rhetorical analysis, and for some reason they chose former US president George W. Bush as their subject, which is pretty hilarious given that he was a notoriously bad public speaker.

Blink and you miss it: Instead of asking Wilhelm, who is sitting right next to Simon, how he's feeling, he writes the question in his notebook and slides it over.

Subtext: Gotta keep up that facade and bottle all the negative feelings inside!

Lost in translation: Vincent uses the word "nyanländ", "newly arrived", which is the current politically correct way of saying immigrant.

Subtext: ...but in typical bully fashion he asks the target of the racist "joke" if it was funny, and Marwan obviously lies about it as to not upset Vincent.

Subtext: Felice tries to play it off as no big deal, but she actually wants this opportunity to spend time with Sara without her other friends, in order to rebuild the friendship.

Subtext: Sara is right to be suspicious of her dad, because he is a lot more energetic than usual, and excuses his behaviour by him simply being in a good mood. It's probably his new medication that kicked in, though.

Subtext: Speaking of having a hard time showing weakness, that's exactly what Wilhelm's been struggling with by not telling Simon how upset he is about having learned that Erik took part in the gay porn initiation.

Subtext: So the whole subplot of the past four episodes was that the school locked up all the phones, and Wilhelm joined the little strike to get them back, pissing Simon off in the meantime, and now that they have their phones back he's not picking up when Simon is calling him? Not cool.

Culture: The choir is practising "En vänlig grönskas rika dräkt", a Swedish hymnal with text from 1889, but this version of the melody is from the 1930's and composed by Waldemar Åhlén. It's a very well-known summer song that pretty much every Swedish schoolkid has sung at some end-of-schoolyear summer assembly.

Cinematography: We're in the cursed music room, and this time the lighting is harsh and sharp, Wilhelm is in stark contrast to the rest of the room, there's no soft golden light smoothing things out, so we're gonna have an argument!

Subtext: Yeah, no, Wilhelm, sweetie, that's projection, that's what you are thinking about your brother. Simon isn't doing anything wrong here, he's just concerned about you being a moody asshole.

Cinematography: To illustrate how the relationship is going south, the music room which used to be full of instruments, is just getting emptier and emptier, and Simon is left standing alone at the piano.

Subtext: No, he's not feeling ok, and no, he's not interested in making up with Sara right now, because he's still angry at her.

Subtext: There are different kinds of homophobia, for example, there are people who talk loudly about how accepting they are of The Gays, but who react negatively when someone close to them comes out, because they were only fine with it at a distance. And then there are people who are ignorantly homophobic in general, but who turn out to be supportive of anyone close to them who comes out, because they know that that person isn't like The Other Gays. Shitty, but less shitty than the first group, and I think that's how Erik would have reacted had he known about Wilhelm.

Culture: In Sweden, you do the practical driving test in a car provided by the testing centre to make it fair and equal for everyone. These cars all have a red sticker saying they're for driving tests.

Subtext: Micke is failing exactly how he described it in an earlier episode. He's on new medication, it made him feel good and like he was in control, so he thought he could take just one beer with his friends.

Subtext: No, it fits horribly, and you can clearly see that it was on sale and that the price tag is still on it. But this is what Linda can afford.

Lost in translation: Simon actually says "jag vet", "I know", when Sara tells him that their dad let her down and that she is sad and upset about it.

Subtext: Unlike Simon who got a cheap suit on sale, Wilhelm just has his perfectly tailored suit delivered to him by his bodyguards.

Subtext: Last episode Wilhelm picked a sport charity or something that he doesn't actually care about, because he thought it would best fit the narrative the royal court is going for. So now his internal homophobia is screaming at him to remove the nail polish, because it doesn't fit that image.

I don't know what this is: This has got to be an editing goof? This sequence of events doesn't work. Everyone else is up and about, preparing the third year's dinner with the teachers and they're even cooking the food with a chef, but it's early morning and Wilhelm is still sleeping in? Anyway, the whole thing is yet another example of how the school teaches hierarchy. As a younger student you service the older students, and when it's your turn to graduate, someone younger will service you.

Throwback: Aww, Simon made Wilhelm a sandwich, just like Wilhelm made one for Simon a bunch of times in previous seasons.

Culture: Man, early summer in Sweden is beautiful, isn't it? This was shot at Åkeshofs Slott in Stockholm, and if you do a 180 turn on that path, you'll see the subway station Åkeshov, and if you go through the tunnel under the road and then up to your right, you'll end up at a sports centre where I went twice a week as a kid for fencing training!

This tumblr is now about French school fencing! Doublé! Riposte!

Subtext: Time and time again the show has shown us how much August loves this shit, and that he wasn't lying when he said he knew everyone, because clearly he does!

Subtext: And to show how much Wilhelm dislikes this shit, he is so stiff when talking to the invited kids who are actually benefitting from his charity foundation, while August just immediately jokes around with them and is much more comfortable.

Culture: I've seen how a lot of fans think that the flower Wilhelm is wearing is a green carnation, which is a symbol for being gay, popularized by Oscar Wilde. I don't think so, that's not a thing in Sweden as far as I know. Instead, I think it's an alternate version of a Majblomma, which is an actual Swedish charity thing, where you can buy these plastic lapel flowers from schoolkids to show your support around this time of year.

Subtext: Even though Simon is there, he's being shoved to the back, because his presence doesn't fit the narrative. If Wilhelm instead had chosen to start some kind of LGBT charity, Simon would have had a much more prominent role. Oh, and poison or not, that Princess Cake looks delicious!

Subtext: Farima is expertly letting August down, who of course pretends that he's not the least bit disappointed at being excluded from having dinner at the royal palace.

Blink and you miss it: IT'S LISA! HI LISA!

Culture: Kalle Stropp och Grodan Boll are two characters from a radio show for kids from the 1940's, but they've also been featured in books, comic books, a live action movie, and animated cartoons. It's about the two titular characters, a cricket and a frog, and their adventures. The last movie was made in the 1990's though, so I'm not so sure kids these days knows who these characters are. Personally, I can't hear this song without hearing their silly character voices.

Subtext: The Queen is still keeping up appearances and lying through her teeth about how she's actually feeling.

Culture: In real world Sweden, Victoriadagen is celebrated in mid July when Crown Princess Victoria has her birthday, she hands out a sports award, there's a concert, some charity stuff, and you can sort of meet the royals or sing her happy birthday or something.

Subtext: August is repeating the excuse Farima used on him as to why he didn't attend the birthday dinner.

Blink and you miss it: That's a Rolex Oyster Perpetual GMT-Master II. It's only about $10,000 and change.

Subtext: Simon, sweetie, I don't think the royals have any clue as to what "the usual" means when you're describing how regular people celebrate birthdays.

Culture: Simon actually says Laserdome, which is a company in Sweden that has been running laser tag arenas since the 1990's. I had no idea they still existed!

Culture: They're singing Lambo, a drinking song for students. It's a challenge song, so while the rest of the table sings, the target has to finish their glass, correctly sing the response lines, and turn the glass upside down over their head. If you fail, like August does in this scene, you have to do a penalty round and chug another glass.

Subtext: ...before her parents heaped all of their family's expectations on her. But maybe if Felice can break free she could pursue her actual dreams?

Throwback: Remember the scene in S1E3 when Simon is practising the Hillerska song in the music room?

Subtext: Queenie, sweetie, you're not looking Wilhelm in the eyes, you're not engaging in the discussion, and the only thing you do is to talk about Erik every chance you get. No wonder Wilhelm has had enough and explodes at his parents.

Blink and you miss it: Vincent won the "Daddy pays" award. Pappa betalar.

Subtext: In this context the award just means that he's the image of a bad boy, a player. But throughout the season, August has been struggling with whether or not he's actually a bad person, which is why he's not exactly happy with the award.

Cinematography: Fuck me that's a pretty shot of a typical summer sunset. In late May in the Stockholm area, sunset happens at around 9:30 in the evenings.

Subtext: One more explanation for August's body dysmorphia is that he got bullied for being weak and scrawny when he first started at Hillerska, so he decided to start working out more.

Blink and you miss it: The reason Fredrika is outside and happens to see Sara and August kiss, is because she's trying to sneak away the bottle of wine she stole earlier from the kitchen.

Subtext: And the reason Felice looks upset when Fredrika tells her what she saw is because she truly thought Sara was over August, and that's a condition of them reconciling.

Blink and you miss it: Wilhelm plays the first few notes of the original Hillerska song.

Subtext: And to cap off this terrible no-good horrible cliffhanger episode, Simon breaks up with Wilhelm by repeating the words his mom said to him earlier in the episode.

[rendezvouz-fling]

Astro Observations #18

• I’ve noticed Water suns especially Pisces are really good at playing the Villain’s role in movies/series! They’re the types of villains you’ll easily remember and love to hate! E.g. Martin Kove (who plays the ‘no-mercy’ Sensei Kreese from The Karate Kid trilogy and the Cobra Kai series), Thomas Griffith (who plays the jack-of-all-trades eccentric Terry Silver from the 3rd Karate Kid movie and the Cobra Kai series) and Jacob Bertrand (Eli Moskowitz a.k.a. ‘Hawk’ from the Cobra Kai series) are all Pisces suns. Also Sean Kanan (Mike Barnes from the 3rd Karate Kid movie) & Dallas Young (Kenny Payne from the Cobra Kai series) who are both Scorpio suns.

• The main characters in cheerleader movies like the Bring it on series are mainly Leo and Libra suns while the mean girls are mainly Water suns. E.g. Solange (Camille from Bring It On: All Or Nothing) is a Cancer sun and Rachele Smith (Avery from Bring It On: Fight To The Finish) is a Scorpio sun.

• Venusians tend to be very attractive!! They might be known for their good looks and subconsciously or not might just have good taste in fashion/aesthetics.

• They can also be known as good singers.

• Aquarius moons are the type of relatives that distance themselves from the family as they grow older or they just go M.I.A. on their relatives lol.

• Aries placements are the ultimate ride-or-die friends. Prove me wrong.✋🏽

• Water placements are really good at drawing/sketching!! My mom is a Scorpio sun/mercury and my dad was a Scorpio mars and they both draw REALLY good.😭 No wonder it passed down to me (Pisces sun/venus/uranus).💗

• Water risings have such a chill, affectionate nature it’s really cute!!😩💞

• Capricorn placements are so hot and attractive for what?😭

• Aries suns with Virgo moons and Aries mercuries are so feisty and cute!! They’re very driven, humble and get so excited when talking about their passions!! 🤎

• Aries sun-Taurus venus men are the types to be into sports and music! Some of them love 70s music and might be into James Brown!😂💞

• We all need a funny, blunt, energetic Sagittarius venus in our lives!

• Taurus sun-Gemini venus men culture is playing video games 24/7 and saying funny things to try to make their crush laugh.

• No because I can assure you a Fire mercury/mercury in a fire degree, will always add in their 2 cents even if you didn’t ask.🤣

• Some Cancer risings with Leo moons might feel fulfilled when those closest to them start telling them they’re starting to mature more and they’re proud of them.

• Virgo moons with Aries mars and Cancer risings WILL call you out on some petty shit. They don’t like to hold stuff in.

• Christian Leo suns 🤝 trying to justify their actions with “but in the Bible it says’ every time they get into a conflict yet they’re being hypocrites themselves.😭

• One thing Air placements will do is try to talk/sneak themselves out of situations.🌚 “They used to pull me over and ask me out on dates.” Said by La Toya Jackson (Gemini sun/mercury and Aquarius moon/mars)

• Aries mercuries can be so passive aggressive lmao.😭

• Capricorn mercuries can also be clowns with their logical humors!😭

• You better believe an Aries mercury/rising is going to raise their tones if they feel like your not getting their points.

• Virgo moons hate lying and hate liars.

• Parents with Water/Earth in their charts especially in their big 3 don’t like to hit their children.

• Sagittarius moons will listen to what you have to say then add onto them in a slight philosophical sense.

• Virgo suns with Libra mercuries and Leo mars love talking about people’s outfits and mocking other people.😭

• Fire mars parents are the types to embarrass their kids in front of other people by arguing with them/calling them out on the smallest things while Water mars parents are the types to embarrass their kids around their friends by being too bold and sometimes friendly sometimes mean lol.😭

• Water/Earth mix in the big 3 to love animals and nature! My mom’s a Scorpio sun/Cancer rising/Virgo moon and she’s obsessed with cats lmfao!🤣

• Capricorn/10H placements and their good/hard-working reputations are so attractive!

• Virgo placements are normally the health nuts and might complain about the back of their knee hurting this week and their stomachs hurting when they’re full the next. 😭

[maybe-boys-do-love]

The On1y One Loves School

Maybe it's a cultural thing, maybe it's the nerd angle, but The On1y One depicts my high school experiences with so much more accuracy (excluding one kidnapping that I think we can all collectively choose to ignore) than any other show I've seen. We got a field day episode, but we haven't attended one sports event. The one party we saw was the group going out to dinner together. Riverdale this is not.

The show really understands the perspectives and emotions of these bright students. In the first episode, there's an extended sequence observing the students while they take an exam. They could've played it to show Sheng Wang making faces or talking to himself as he struggled through it. Instead we pan across the room while the gentle guitar music plays. For these kids, there's comfort in the routines of school, especially for our lead couple who've struggled so much with their home life. We get so many scenes about studying and comparing answers, teasing each other with poetic structures.

But, despite their commonality as top students, they're still incredibly realistic teenagers, and a diverse group of personalities, at that. There are clowns, class president types, popular kids, loners. Even with those differences, episode 9 with its field day demonstrated the comradery that forms amongst a class, which was make-shift and oriented more toward their teachers than comparing themselves to their peers.

The teachers and the students' relationship to them also receives the same attention to detail. In high school, students, in my experience, have dynamics that are closer and more playful with their teachers. The back-and-forth about the Class A shirts and the bet felt true-to-life. As a former teacher, the depictions of the teachers throughout the series have also been spot-on. They have different teaching approaches, different ways of relating and showing care to students, and they don't all see each other that often. If Jenny had simply received a letter from Qi Jia's parents criticizing her (instead of, you know, getting kidnapped at knife-point and then going back to field day like it happens all the time), the list of doubts about her methods would be the same as those that go through teachers' minds all the time.

I sincerely wonder if the writer, either of the novels, or someone involved with the development of the show was formerly a teacher? The show sees the school and the people in it with such detail. The reason we don't need something big (like, say, an armed kidnapping) is because the intense teenage emotions heighten all the everyday moments. Qi Jia's confusion and breakdown about belonging, Jian Tiang's 'very moments' and poetic narration, Sheng Wang's affronted attitude toward his dad: these are teenagers overwhelmed by their hormones and trying their best to make sense of everything. But the show almost always (minus a certain event that I'm done naming) observes them from an affectionate distance, refusing to turn the drama of their minds into a dramatic narrative. Instead, we get a tender view of pencil boxes, forms, studying strategies, phone notifications, or mugs on teacher's desks: the mundane highs and lows in high school infused with secret feelings that made us all feel insane.

[pinejayy]

╰┈➤ Birthday Head || Buggy the Clown x F!Reader

summary: it's readers birthday and buggy's crew is throwing her a party and buggy has other plans.

a/n: today is my birthday!! Oct 11 uwu || so this is mostly for my pleasure uwu but please enjoy

warnings: NSFW!! jealous buggy, oral (female receiving) semi pubic sex, fingering, curse words. NOT PROOF READ!! PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF THERES ANY MISTAKES!!

- Loud music was being played around the tent, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. It was your birthday and Buggy's crew was throwing you a party, there was music, booze and cake. And of course you loved being the center of attention.

But from a distance Buggy watched you, grumbling to himself. He was in a corner of the room. He's usually the center of attention and also he was a bit jealous that you were having a good time. Everyone was focused on you. Where he just wanted to celebrate your birthday with just the two of you. But his crew could be a pain sometimes. As Buggy watched you laugh and dance with his crew he couldn't help but snarl to himself. But the way you moved your body made him feel ways, the way your hips moved to the music made him lick his lips.

Walking towards you he placed a hand on your shoulder making you jump out. “Buggy Sweetheart! Where have you been? Your crew threw me a party and you’re no where to be seen.” You say with a smile across your face and he just stood there looking at you and he looks at his crew. They seemed to be getting drunk, and all of the sudden he smirked. Looking at you he grabbed your hand and walked you away from the party. “Hey! What are you doing? My party.” You whimper out and pout.

Buggy continued to walk and once he was away from his crew he turned you around so you were facing him and he leaned in and placed his lips against your lips. Kissing you, you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck. Returning the kiss, Buggy couldn’t help groan, quickly he deepen the kiss. Shoving his tongue into your mouth and exploring the inside of your mouth, tongues fighting for dominance. His hands were roaming around your body, he loved every curve you had. He couldn’t help but grope your ass. “God, you’re out there having fun without me.” He mumbles into the kiss and pulling away from the kiss. A string of saliva was between your lips. “But it’s my birthday Buggy..”

“So. I wanted to spend the whole day with you. But you’re having fun without me..” He snarled at you “I wanted to treat you to a special day…just the two of us.”

You look at him and made a face. “Am I not allowed to have fun on my birthday?” He shook his head and pouted. “You are, but just with me!” He whined out, and Buggy sighed. He thought of something, and all of the sudden a devilish smirk appeared across his face. And before you could process his smirk he pinned you against a near by poll. “Buggy!” You gasped out, his mouth attacked your neck.

Buggy couldn’t help but kiss your sweet spot, and he couldn’t help but bite down gentle. “Mine…all mine.” He hissed out. His hands roaming around your body, first he was groping your boobs and slowly his hands made their way to your bottoms. And lucky for him you were wearing a dress. So his just roams freely across your underwear. Your breath got heavy as you felt his fingers run across your underwear, biting your lower lip. “Buggy…hey…what if someone sees us.”

“I highly doubt it, everyone is too busy celebrating your birthday and getting drunk.” He said, as he kept kissing your neck, he removed one of his gloves with his teeth. And that hand made its way to your underwear and he was rubbing your wet clothed pussy. Making you moan softly. Moving your underwear to the side, and without warning he shoved two fingers inside of you. Making you moan out and he smirked at your reaction. “Aw my little baby girl is taking my fingers so well.” He teased, he slowly slide his fingers in and out of you.

Slowly he pulled them out making you whine. “Hey! I was enjoying myself you bastard.”

“Just hold onto the top of my head baby.” He said, and you were confused about his words but all of the sudden he dropped to his knees and lifted up your skirt so he could kiss your legs. “Open your legs wide for me baby. I’m desperate for a treat.”

“Buggy…please what if someone walks by” You say, and he looked at you. And as you look down you sigh and spread your legs for him and he smiled. “Good girl.” And with that he tugged down your underwear exposing your pussy to him. Buggy couldn’t help lick licks lips and he sighed out. “Just hold on baby.”

And he leaned in and placed his tongue against your folds making you gasp out. Buggy eyed you and smirked. He grabbed one your legs and placed over his shoulders. Your found their way to the top of his head, you pull off his bandanna and tug onto his blue hair. His tongue worked against your folds and clit.

Moaning at the way you taste “God you taste so fucking good.” He growled against you. With his exposed hand he couldn’t help but shove his fingers back inside of you.

“Buggy…fuck. Please what if someone sees us.” You moan out and tug onto his blue hair. And he looked at you and smirked, his fingers still moving fast in and out of you. “I don’t give a shit. I could fuck you in front of them and I wouldn’t give a flying fuck.” Making you blush, you groan and tug on his hair. Forcing his face back to your pussy. And he got the hint, his tongue paying attention to your clit. Flicking his tongue against your bundle of joy as his fingers thrust in and out.

“Such a little slut, you’re a moaning mess with just my fingers and tongue.” He teased, he eyed you. And you had your eyes rolled back, moaning in pure bliss. “Shut up, you’re doing a lot of talking.”

He smirked and went back to licking your clit and fingering your needy hole, picking up the pace. He even began curling his fingers up making up hitting your g-spot. Buggy even began to suck onto your clit. “AHUHH BUGGY…” You moan out. Your legs began to shake and this made him extremely excited. He could feel his cock push against his bottoms.

You felt close, your walls tighten against his fingers and he smirked. He sudden pulled his fingers out making you whine out. “Buggy!!”

“Shhh baby girl.” He cooed out, looking at his fingers. They were covered in your juices and he couldn’t help bring his fingers to his nose and take a big whiff. “You seem good baby.” He teased and you couldn’t help but blush like crazy. “God you’re weird..”

“But you love me.” He teased, then bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking on them. “Mmm so fucking good, I can’t wait until you finish around my mouth.” Pulling his fingers out of his mouth making a loud popping sound. “POP.”

Buggy bought his mouth back to your pussy and he licked your folds. His nose was prefect, it rubbed against your clit real good. He really wanted to fuck you right here right now but he had to hold himself back. Shoving his tongue inside your hole.

Buggy could be between your legs for hours and not get tried of you. Your moans got louder and he knew that you were close, he groans and he gave you sloppy open kisses across your pussy. And with all few final licks against your clit you moaned out.

“AUHG BUGGY!! FUCK!” You moan out and close your eyes tightly as you reached your climax. Moaning loudly, tugging onto his hair. Buggy licks up all your juices and moans. “God you’re getting me hard, I could fuck you right now.” He said, cleaning you up and he stood up and smirked. Your legs felt weak, and Buggy noticed this and held you up. “It’s okay baby. You’re okay.” He cooed softly. Looking at him and his red lipstick was a mess and you blush. Buggy puts down your skirt. And dusted himself off and picked up his things, getting his glove and hat. Putting them on, and he also picked up your underwear that was thrown to the side and he puts them in his pocket. “I think I’ll keep these.” He smirked and held out his hand for you. “Shall we get back to your party? My crew might get suspicious.”

You nodded and took his hand, as you took his hand. “And when this little party is over I’m going to fuck the living light out of you.”

You nodded and blushed at his comment. “Yes Buggy Wuggy.” You tease and lean in and kiss his lips. He returned the kiss and soon after he pulled away slapped your ass. “That’s my girl!”

[zepumpkineater]

I want to talk about my personal favorite fanon interpretation of Hank.

It all begins with Hank driving through a ruined Nevada, not an uncommon scene at all in Madness Combat. This cartoon begins with the typical expectation, in classic Hank fashion he's on his way to cause untold violence unto those who wish him harm.

And in no time flat, Hank does exactly that. One by one, the bodies of AAHW begin to rack up, incorrectly colored blood Engineers and all. All in all, it's a pretty good action scene. Not the smoothest animation the Madness animation scene has provided, but pretty impressive for 12 years ago.

But here's where this cartoon changes pace, and begins to divert from your traditional Madness animation. We see Jeb and Sheriff, characters that we're used to seeing in an antagonistic role, promising a better Nevada with their brand new Factory. Kind of wild how this parallels Jeb's misguided attempts at saving Nevada in the main series, when this one aired in 2011, before we even had Nexus Classic to give us Jeb's backstory. It's clear this factory is doing Nevada no good, and the story changes from here.

Here we see a looming, massive tower, not at all unfamiliar to the sight of the Nexus Tower looming in the distance, a symbol of Nevada's destruction. This tower is no different, Hank looks over it and his goals are immediately recontextualized. Hank's violence suddenly seems a lot less meaningless, less fueled by the pure desire to cause chaos and to kill. Instead, the goal is clear. Get to the top. Destroy the factory. Save Nevada.

A familiar foe stands in his way. Is he up to his old tricks, to play with his old pal Hank, or is there something darker hiding beneath that metal mask? I always got the vibe that Tricky wasn't fighting for himself here, but rather because he had to.

After a prolonged battle with the Clown, we are greeted with a most unique sight in a Madness cartoon. Blue skies, green grass, flowing water. Serene music as the birds fly through the air. Hank looks alien here, like he doesn't belong, a product of a ruined world in a small bastion of perfection.

This is one of my favorite shots in the whole cartoon. Hank, this bloodthirsty killer we've come to know and love, doing something so very vulnerable and human. Reaching for the sun, basking in its warmth. Something he probably hasn't felt in a very long time. Something worth killing for, something worth dying for.

And die he does. With the last of his conscious self, Hank fruitlessly reaches for a flower next to him as he dies. Hank doesn't look any less like a foreign invader here, an entity from a world that doesn't belong here, and I really appreciate that contrast. This small gesture of him reaching for the flower speaks volumes on the kind of Hank this is, one who has some love for the world he so effortlessly murders his way through. Someone who, somewhere deep inside, wants that killing to stop. One who wants to appreciate life, instead of living in death.

Jeb doesn't look any less alien here, a savior twisted and corrupted by the doomed world he promised to save. Again I'm extremely impressed in how Pegosho managed to capture Jeb's moral ambiguity here, in spite of it being somewhat nonexistent in the cartoons at the time. I think it also says something that his halo appears to be more in line stylistically to the world around him, as he sticks out like a sore thumb.

Jeb's last moments are spent looking in awe at the corpse of his fallen adversary, with his own factory's slogan taped onto the bomb that's about to spell his doom. Say what you want about Mr. Wimbleton, but you can't say he doesn't have a flair for irony. Maybe it's spite, one last spit in the face of Jebus, or maybe it's because he really does believe in that slogan. He wants the world to be alive, and maybe he has to die to accomplish that.

My personal favorite shot in the entire cartoon. A massive tree, perfectly contrasting the intimidating tower producing a cloud of suffocating smog, now breathing life into this ruined world. Hank's sacrifice was not in vain, and though he didn't live to see it, he bought back a piece of life into the cruel and merciless Nevada. It's hopeful, it's beautiful, it's everything Madness normally isn't.

As we all know, Hank is acting very out of character in this cartoon outside of his murderous pursuits, but I enjoy and love it all the same. Again, this is a favorite fanon interpretation. This Hank has so many layers of depth to his morality, his goals, his violence, and he never speaks a single word in the entire cartoon. He simply acts. Through small gestures and actions we can glean his personality and how it contradicts his canon counterpart. It's really great.

I love this cartoon. It's called Madness: Ascend. Please consider watching it, in spite of its age, it's one of my favorites.

[wrengrif]

It's not as much a need...

As it is the deepest desire of my soul to have a power ballad playing over the scene where Crowley and Aziraphale are re-united again. Like not bitchy-petty 'They're not talking' but BIG reunion scene. The one where they remember they are the loves of each other's lives and someone almost DIED-died and someone else got taken and Here We Are, Episode 5 and things have gone to ... Hell? Heaven? Ohio? One of these.

Not just any power ballad though. I'm talking Celine Dion levels of Power Ballad. That moment - that powerful moment when they look at each other from across .... something, some kind of distance - battle - empty British road - Alpha Centuri. Whatever.

The music begins as their eyes lock. Aziraphale starts to tear up, because why wouldn't he, and he starts stumbling towards Crowley. Pushing things - people - angels - demons - zombies - out of his way.

Then we cut to Crowley who pulls off his glasses d r a m a t i cally and starts to walk towards Aziraphale, just mouthing 'Angel' softly and then louder and louder until he's SCREAMING it as the music POUNDS out.

Crowley starts to run and shove --- I dunno, whatever is stopping him. More zombies, probably. Aziraphale lets out a tearful 'CROWLEY!' and they crash into one another and it's all LIMBS and CYMBALS and someone's SINGING 'It's all coming back to me now!' (Celine, naturally) and they just HUG It OUT while the ballad just shakes us all to the CORE. They can kiss. Like. It's cool. It's not like I want them making out on my screen while the ballad croons to it's finish - who am I kidding THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I DESIRE.

Cue six months later and we're all still watching that scene over and over again, wailing our tears of joy as we sing along brokenly.

And it's not romantic. It's goddamned therapeutic.

... no one tell neil. he must not change this to benny hill circus clown music. he'd do it.

[daisybeewrites]

Agents of Shield as ✨DnD Archetypes✨

~Daisy~

Daisy! my baby love girl boss queen… is a sorcerer! She’s smart, she’s fun, she has magic powers from ancient dna in her blood! She’s deeply connected to the natural environment, and is friends with the smallest atoms. She’s cool and everyone knows it.

~Jemma~

Look at her. Look. At. Her. She is smol, she is lovely, she will fuck you up if needed! My girl is a wizard. Her strength may be a solid 10, but she’s got a +10 to all intelligence rolls. She has three PhDs in beating her enemy’s ass. Just imagine her in sparkly robes. Or cool jeans and a jean jacket. Jemma definitely cosplayed as Adaine at some point.

~Fitz~

Our resident nerd is an artificer. Obviously. I feel that I don’t even need to explain this but just in case… he’s a magic engineer. He likes tinkering. Has definitely accidently blown up multiple labs playing with magical items. Duh.

~Melinda~

ROGUE. Melinda May is a rogue. You think you can hear her coming? No. She has sneak attack. She has a 20 stealth and proficiency. My bae sees all. She is Mom, and we all know that nothing gets past Mama May.

~Phil~

This may be a hot take. But. Coulson is a bard! His first instinct is to use charisma before drawing weapons. He may not have many fans (in universe), but you have to admit that people tend to love him. He loves music, he loves jokes, and most of the time he’s more focused on helping out his team than playing the hero. He would be such a good bard!!

~Bobbi~

My lovely Bobbi. Bobbi Morse is a fighter. In every sense of the word. She’s strong outwardly and emotionally; she’s loyal, almost to a fault. She has strong ethos and sticks to her guns. Bobbi watches everyone’s back always, because she loves them. She is the very best fighter there is.

~Hunter~

I wrestled with calling him the clown and calling it a day, however…! I have made the executive decision that Hunter is a ranger. He is great at keeping his distance (derogatory) but c’mon, you can’t stay mad at him. He lays low and moves quickly. I also think it’s funny how caring he is and charismatic he tries to be and literally his strongest trait is dodging all the quips and pillows that are thrown at him. Dex baby! Hunter is (fittingly) a ranger!

~Daniel~

Daniel… my sweet Daniel. Mr. Sousa here is, I firmly believe, also a ranger. Idk. I’m between ranger or paladin, because I feel like yeah sure he’s the boy scout survival guy but at the same time I think he’s the stable, healer type. He has strong morals (square lol) and I feel like that translate well into both ranger and paladin :)

Should I make a part II? ☺️

[y-junghyeok]

Synopsis: Something has changed about Satoru, you don't know whether it's good or bad.

Timeline: Second year, at the end of Hidden Inventory.

Characters: Gojo Satoru.

Relationship: Friends with a romantic undertone.

Your mission concludes after Satoru and Suguru's. Fighting a Semi-Grade 1 takes more out of you than you would've wanted, but at this point, if you can't handle it then the idea of running a mission alone would be out of your reach. Then again, it might not be too bad.

You haven't gotten a chance to go on a mission with any of your friends for a while. It'd be nice for a change of pace.

At least, that's what you thought before you return to school. Something has changed since you were gone and you can't even put a name to it since nobody enlightens you about what went on. Suguru was tight-lipped when you asked him, the only information you pried from him was the failure of their mission.

Beyond that, you can't surmise what had shaken both him and Satoru. Asking Shoko is an even more futile task. She wasn't there and from what you've heard, they were no more open with her than they were with you.

It is only when you corner Satoru when he sat down after practice that you have the hope to learn what happened. The two of you are alone on the field, Suguru will arrive later and Shoko would be stuck with her healing duty until the hour after. There'd be no better chance for you to talk with Satoru.

But with his glasses down and his energy fluctuating at a weird pace, you don't know if it's a good idea to have this conversation at all.

You try anyway.

"Satoru, what happened?"

"Hm?"

"Don't play dumb, you know what I'm talking about."

Satoru answers you with an exhausted smile. The absence of his vigour sits wrong with you, but you can't pinpoint what is exactly wrong with it. He looks at you, but you don't feel perceived. It is the distance behind you that he looks at, a vision far beyond your reach.

You've always wondered what goes on in that head of his. At times, you were convinced that there is nothing but circus music and clown honk going on in there. Then there are times when his eyes are too empty for you to even interpret anything coming out of his mouth without worries.

With that continued silence, he closes his eyes and opens his arms to you. For a moment, you're at a loss for what he wants, but when Satoru shakes his hands up and down, you can only sigh. The answer is obvious, but the fact this request comes from him out of anyone is strange to you.

You step into his space and Satoru wastes no time to pull you closer to him. His face is buried into your stomach while his arms cling to you tight.

"You smell nice."

"You stink of sweat."

"And now you smell like me."

You smack his shoulder to push him away, but Satoru only holds you tighter. Suddenly, you become acutely aware of the difference between this and the normal him. With another sigh, you relax in his arms. Satoru hugs you for long enough that you begin to feel the weight on your feet from standing.

You let him stay there until he's ready to let go and once he does, the smile he gives you no longer carries the earlier fatigue. His hands remain on your waist, but you say nothing about that.

"...Thanks," he says, "I need to feel human again."

Honestly, what the hell happened...

The thought rings loud but by no means do you want to push before he's ready for that conversation. In the end, all you can do is ruffle his hair and hope that would bring the energy back to his face. "Fine, keep your secret, but remember that I'm here if you need anything."

There is a smirk on his face now, one too familiar yet unfamiliar at once. "Even impromptu stinky hugs?"

You stop your lips from forming a smile. There are damp patches on your shirt because of him and you can't say whether you want to whack him for that or not.

Yet, somehow, you can't find it in your heart to say no.

"Even impromptu stinky hugs."

[scamperin-shroom]

(*loud clown music plays in the distance 🤡)

I had this dumb idea and well here you go

No manga spoilers please!

[aniverse-x]

Random questions(Will not add more anymore bc I’m lazy)

If you could be anything in the universe(non-living)what would you be?

If you could be any animal, what would you be?

If you could have 1 superpower, what would it be?

What color is your toothbrush?

If you had 1 wish(it could be ANYTHING but not more wishes)what would it be?

What’s your zodiac sign?

What are your thoughts on neutron stars?

What is one of your worse weird phobias?

what’s your favorite planet in our solar system?

What’s one(or more)weird fun fact that you know?

What’s one(or more)fun fact that almost nobody knows?

Do you know what Tetration is?

What is your favorite number?

What is your favorite Color?

Do you read comics?

Whats your favorite kids show?

What kind of music do you like?

What are your thoughts on nuclear bombs?

Are you from North Korea?

What is your favorite holiday?

Do you like to draw?

If you could be any celebrity(dead or alive) for the rest of your life who would you be?

If you could spend a day with any celebrity(dead or alive) who would it be?

Who is your favorite historical figure?

How many fictional characters do you simp for?

What’s your favorite song?

Would you want to be leader of a nation if you could?

What is the weirdest hobby you have?

Are you a Night Owl or an Early Bird?

Introvert or Extrovert?

Are you a Cat or Dog person?

What’s your favorite book genre?

What’s your favorite movie genre?

What’s your favorite tv series genre?

What’s your favorite anime genre?

What’s your favorite anime genre?

What’s your favorite comic genre?

What’s your favorite music genre?

When taking a shower, do you prefer Hot or Cold water?

Do you like musicals? If so, what is your favorite? And why?

Who is your favorite song artist?

Are you a Brain or a Brawn?

Are you a Rebel?

Are you a Follower, a Leader, or a Loner?

What are your thoughts on AI?

Do you play Role-Playing games?

Do you like sports? If so, which one is your favorite and which one are you best at?

If you could write a book, make show, movie, etc. what would it be about?

Have you ever broken a bone? If so, what did you break and how did you break it?

What is your craziest life story?

Do you like to sing?

Who is your idol, or at least your fav

Have you ever been in love?

Would you rather Stay Single or be in a Relationship?

Antisocial or Social?

Speed or Strength?

Or you Stronger or Faster?

Sprinter or Distance runner?

Do you wear glasses?

What is one life hack you know that nobody else does?

What languages are you fluent in?

What language is hardest to learn(in your opinion)

How many different languages do you know?

Do you dwell on the Past, Present, or Future more?

In school, what were/are you known as?(athlete, quiet, class clown, weirdo, perv, dummy, etc)

Do you believe in Karma?

Do you think you have more good luck or bad luck?

What’s your favorite food?

What’s your favorite beverage?

Do you prefer to be outside or inside?

What’s your favorite kind of weather?

How did you discover Tumblr?

What is your favorite ship, and where are they from?

What is your favorite kind of food?

Sweet or Sour?

Salt or Vinegar?

Do you have strong will/do you have a powerful determination?

Do you easily give in to peer pressure?

If you had the choice to vent to someone, or not?

Is Bigger Better?

What is #1 your goal in life?

Are you a YouTuber?

What is your favorite thing about people?

What is your favorite thing about today’s society?

What is something you HATE about people?

What is something you HATE about todays society?

Sweet coffee or Bitter coffee?

Your house is gonna blow up. You can only save 1 thing. What is it?

Pancakes or Waffles?

Vegetables or Fruits?

When looking for a good song, do you pay attention to the Lyrics or how the Music Sounds?

Pillow or Blanket?

Hamster or Guinea Pig?

Mouse or Rat? Which one is worse?

Rabies or Zombie?

Do you like to read and/or write fanfic?

Is there anyone in your life that you feel you can truly be yourself with?

Do you Support giving chairs free will?

What is your biggest phobia?

Do you think was Math Created or Discovered?

What song best describes you?

What song best describes you personality?

What song best describes your life?

In your opinion, what is the most powerful word?

How many siblings do you have?

Do you think the Earth would be better without humans?

If you were given the power to end humanity, would you do it?

You are given the power to destroy humanity. But if successful in destroying humanity, you have to kill yourself, too. Do you do it?

You’re given the option to control death. Controlling death is your job. Do you take the offer?

You’re given the option to become Karma itself. Do you take it or leave it?

Are you a big Conspiracy Theorist?

Ham or Turkey?

In your opinion, what is the best combo?

In your opinion, who is the most iconic Duo?

In your opinion, who is the most iconic Trio?

In your opinion, who is the most iconic Squad?

I’m not adding more anymore :P

[spamminginks]

Ok so I haven't seen anyone mention this just because of the immense amount of chaos happening at the time but I find the fact that Missa was being a bard by spamming on the in-game guitar during the rescue mission on 08/28 and everyone else going "wtf is that sound" just makes crack up so much. I'll be honest I was watching Phil's POV at the time and he was fighting the clown mobs and just assumed it was coming from them but then watched Missas POV and just couldn't stop laughing. It just fits way to well that he would spam play uncomfortable/weird music in attempt to threaten the enemy. On top of that, he kept being in a support role of the group by fishing rod pvp for Phil and then using a bow and arrow at a distance. Dude was just flat out a collage of valor/swords bard and I love that for him