#IGNORE THAT I SCREWED THAT UP LMAOOO

[twilights-800-cats]

bluestar…. was any of what you did worth it?

[thedvilsinthedetails]

Rosekiller microfic suggestion 😊

Barty and Evan have always been very affectionate and touchy, lots of pet names etc and one day they find out a lot of hogwarts thinks they’re dating and they’re both like “are we dating? Damn I guess we are” and make out lmaooo

HELP IM REPLYING SO LATE TO ALL THESE PROMPTS BUT I FINALLY FOUND THE TJME AND MOTIVATION TO WRITE

sorry the ending is a bit rushed but yeah✨

•••

They were sat outside in the courtyard. Barty could feel the warm sun shining down on his face and Evan’s fingers softly running though his hair as he let a gentle sense of tranquility wash over him. He had his head resting in Evan’s lap, eyes screwed shut as Evan fiddled with his hair while they waited for Regulus and the girls to get back from Hogsmeade. 

He heard some students walk by and blinked his eyes opened confusedly as he heard their whispers and giggles. He frowned, lifting his head as he caught the end of what one of them was saying.

“Such couple goals.”

But then Evan had his hand pressed gently to Barty’s cheek, looking down at him as he murmured.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah.” Barty nodded, deciding to ignore what he’d heard, those students could have been talking about anyone.

“Yeah everything’s good.”

Evan just grinned in response and Barty went back to resting his head on Evan’s thigh.

•••

Evan soared through the air, decked out in his quidditch gear as he and the Slytherin team flew a celebratory victory lap around the pitch, shooting a wink and a smirk at Barty who was already heading excitedly for the stairs to get down to the ground. Once he got there he sprinted for where Evan was standing, chatting excitedly to his teammates. He launched himself at Evan who caught him and then promptly tripped over, landing them both on the ground in a fit of laughter. Barty rolled over to face him with a grin.

“Well done Rosie!” 

Evan grinned back, face flushed with adrenaline.

“Thanks Bee.” 

He got up, brushing himself off and helping Barty to his feet too, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“You two are so cute.” 

Edgar Bones spoke, smiling as he passed them.

Evan turned to Barty and sent him a wink.

“Hear that? We’re practically the darlings of the year group” 

“Well of course we are, just look at us.”

Barty responded. Evan laughed slightly and Barty huffed questioningly.

“Sorry just- you have grass in your hair.”

Evan reached up a hand and picked out the grass that had gotten into Barty’s hair, then finally he ran a hand through, messing it up for good measure.

•••

“Students, as many of you may know, today marks the  muggle holiday of Valentines Day. Despite the excitement we would like you all to continue on like normal and save the celebrations for this weekends trip to Hogsmeade. Please be civilised and behave norma-“ 

That was when Barty got on the table. He held a bouquet of red roses in the air with a grin and announced loudly.

“Evan Rosier, my rose, light of my life, would you please be my Valentine?” 

He kneeled down, holding the bouquet out to Evan with a grin.

“Why of course.”

Evan took the bouquet and pressed a kiss to Barty’s cheek. As Barty stood up, he took a bow and the students actually began to clap. That was sort of surprising because usually his antics gained groans of annoyance from everyone around him. 

•••

The group was sat in a circle with the new addition of James Potter fiddling nervously with his wand next to Regulus. 

“So…it’s really nice to finally meet you guys. Reggie has told me a lot about you.” James cleared his throat awkwardly before he spoke.

Barty rolled his eyes before turning to Regulus.

“Reggie what happened to friendship solidarity? I’m single so you should be too, it’s not fair.”

“Single?” James asked confusedly.

“But I thought you and Evan were together.”

Barty turned to Evan and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Me and Evan? Please as if I could ever pull Rosie, why would you think that?” 

“Well you two are awfully cuddly.”

“Are you saying friends can’t cuddle one another James? Does that mean there’s something going on between you and Sirius? Don’t know how Reggie feels being cheated on with his own brother.”

James’ eyes widened as he struggled to find words.

“No- no I would never, I don’t- sorry I just thought because you- you know, you regularly call Evan ‘your rose’ and that a pretty couple-y nickname so.”

“Well yeah but-“

“Plus you made a massive show of asking him out on Valentine’s Day. Everyone’s convinced you guys started dating this year, that’s why they clapped. Everyone thought it was really romantic.” 

Pandora added with a little self satisfied nod at the end of her statement.

“Huh I guess we kind of are together.” 

Barty turned back to Evan and found that he had a blush dusting his face in a dark shade of red. 

“Rosie.” Barty turned to Evan, lifting a hand to cup his face. 

“Well we can’t disappoint the people, would you do the honours of being with me?” 

Evan glanced down at him through half lidded eyes before pressing a small chaste kiss to his lips, letting a small sound escape his throat as Barty deepened it. 

When they broke apart Barty couldn’t hold back a dopey grin as Evan spoke.

“Well I guess I could.” 

“Brilliant.” Barty jumped up quickly, pulling Evan up with him.

“Where are we going?” Evan asked.

“Well I owe you a date don’t I?” 

“What? Right now?” Evan suppressed a smile and quirked up an eyebrow.

“No time like the present. Oh and before I forget-“ Barty turned back quickly to the group.

“James Potter? Thank you very very much.”

“You’re uh- you’re very very welcome.”

James appeared to be sweating profusely now in confusion, face slightly fear stricken. Regulus would probably murder Barty later but that didn’t matter right now. Nothing mattered right now except the warm weight of the hand holding his and the boy attached to it.

“I still don’t like you though.”

And with that, Barty excitedly tugged Evan out of the common room.

[oleander-nin]

Hello I really like your work, do you think you could yandere Leo/Donnie with a reader that cries really easily?

A/N, not important: YES I KNOW I HAVE A SCHEDULE NOW BUT LEON SAID I COULD IGNORE IT ONCE A MONTH AND I AM SO PROUD OF THIS. This was so fun to do because I am the most emotional person, and I cry so much it isn't even funny. I apologize for the headcanon bit, I really suck at writing them and Leo's contradicts himself left and right lmaooo. Maybe I'll go back and rework them one day. Am VERY proud of the fic portion though. Once I finish a last couple fics, I might do Raph and Mikey for this as well. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: Needles(Donnie), kidnapping, restraints, crying, dark themes, yandere

Words: 3629

Summary: Yandere Leo and Donnie navigate trying to deal with their darling who cries easily

Leo:

He finds your sniffles and tears a bit endearing, and it plays into his hero complex. You’re just the cute little human who can’t handle the real world. That’s why he saved you, whisking you away to the lair to ‘keep you safe’. 

Teases you relentlessly for it. He finds it funny, albeit a bit worrying. He knows how easy you cry though, and isn’t all that concerned. He’s been watching you for years, he’s well aware how easily you’re set off.

He knows you’re only crying because of him, so he feels safe poking fun at you. It’s not like you’d willingly let him help, so he might as well have some fun if you’re going to be ‘dramatic’.

He’s determined to make you smile one of these days instead of breaking into sobs when he gets too close, but until then, he’ll just pretend your tears are from the joy of seeing him.

While he does find your puffy eyes slightly adorable, your countless tears do slightly annoy him. He doesn't like that you cry at the sight of him, or whimper at his touch. You’re supposed to love him. He usually ends up guilt tripping you after a few minutes, trying to make you feel bad for your emotions.

If he goes too far in his teasing and realizes what he’s saying is actually hurting you, he immediately changes gears and starts pampering you instead. He loves you, you’re his darling. He was just trying to get back at you for crying whenever he touched you. He didn’t mean to actually upset you. He just thought you were a crybaby.

Instantly pulls you close and starts actually trying to comfort you. He holds you in his arms while whispering apologies, letting himself be more vulnerable with you. You love him after all, you’re just confused. If he can’t be vulnerable with you, how can he expect you to ever trust him.

His favorite thing to do is kiss your tears away, trying to comfort you through bouts of affection. He knows you’re more sensitive, so once he realizes it’s serious, he’ll take care of you.

If you cry for a reason other than being scared of him, he’s quick to help you with your problem and comfort you, even if his form of comfort makes you cry more. It’s not his fault you hate his amazing hugs. He can’t deal with you crying for another reason, it means you got hurt or are thinking of something that’s not him. He can’t have that.

If you’re crying from a person or because you’re hurt(either emotionally or physically), he gets more serious and takes care of you. He’ll put on a movie and burrito you in blankets until you can’t get out, then snuggle up with you and whisper sweet nothings while you’re stuck. He finds it sweet and caring. You find it nerve wracking.

If a person makes you cry, he’ll gladly go remove them so they’ll never bother you again. If it was one of his brothers, he’d mess with something they enjoy and be as petty as possible to them for the next few days. He doesn't want you to truly be upset.

I let out a small groan as a buzzing sounds through my head and rattles my skull. I slowly shake off the sleep, trying to ignore how heavy I felt. My skin tingles uncomfortably, as if there were bugs crawling just underneath the skin. I stretch in my bed, confused to feel a plush comforter on top of me. A distant rattling sounds as I move and my wrists are tugged painfully back into place. My eyes flutter open and I look around, panic coursing through me. This wasn’t my bed. This wasn’t my room.

Where in the world was I?

I feel my throat start to tighten as a heavy weight settles on my chest. This was wrong. I pull uselessly at the restraints connecting my wrists to the pole that stretched from floor to ceiling. No matter how hard I tug, it didn’t give. All it did was make the skin on my wrists red and inflamed. They were starting to burn. I look around my prison with misty eyes, trying to figure out my surroundings. It looked as if I was in a refurbished subway car.

I blink away my tears as I suck in a shaky breath. Crying wouldn’t help. I couldn’t cry, not now. I needed a clear mind to get out of here. Swallowing back the building tears, I scan the room for something that could possibly clue me in to what was happening. I was obviously kidnapped and restrained, but why?

Ransom? I shake my head. I wasn’t the most well off considering I was just a college student. That same logic applies to robbery. I wasn’t wealthy, and sure didn’t look at it. My family wasn't exactly the cream of the crop either.

I shakily exhale. Was I just brought here to be tortured and murdered? Just an unlikely victim of a crime of passion? I shudder at the thought, new tears brimming my eyes. This wasn’t fair. I just wanted to go home. I wipe a few tears off my cheeks as they fall, the salty liquid leaving small stains on my cheeks. I sniffle softly, trying to keep it down. Crying in front of my captor would not be the best.

My head shoots up as I hear the faint padding of footsteps outside the door, a loud voice shouting to others in the area. I thickly swallow. There was more than one. I was outnumbered, chained, and alone. I quickly settle back into the bed, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment before letting my face relax. I take a couple deep breaths to calm my tears. Years of crying at the slightest inconvenience sure helps when you need to calm down quickly. Although, I would argue this is a perfectly acceptable situation to cry over. Not that I wanted to.

The fluttering of a curtain being pushed to the side sounds through the room. I hear my captor walk towards me, a soft tune being hummed as he nears. His voice was smooth and crisp, way too happy to match the fear coursing through me. I feel a wave of disgust wash over me. This guy kidnapped me, and is now humming a happy little tune like everything was right in the world. I wanted to jump up and scream at him, hit him with everything I had. This wasn’t fair.

I stay still on the bed despite my violent desires. Doing such a bold action while I was chained would only result in my own injury. I try my best not to tense as I feel his presence near and the humming grow louder. I make sure to keep my cheeks soft, trying to keep up the facade of a deep sleep. Maybe if he saw I was sleeping, he’d leave me alone.

I feel a finger caress my cheek, tracing the tracks of my tears. I hold back a shudder at his touch, trying not to shake. I forgot about the tear tracks. My pulse thunders in my ears as every part of my body begs me to run, but I can’t. I was stuck, a loop of chain keeping me grounded. There was nowhere I could go. Nowhere to run, nor hide. I was trapped with a monster, awaiting my demise.

“You were crying.” The voice pauses for a moment, seemingly thinking. I try everything to keep my breathing steady. I hear a small chuckle from above me as the voice speaks once more, this time in a more teasing tone. “Aww, did you miss me that much?”

My breath hitches in my throat and I don’t breathe, trying to convince him of my unconsciousness. It doesn’t work. I feel a couple more quick taps to my face, each one sending a chill down my spine. I hear another chuckle above me as he continues to poke at my face, watching it scrunch up from my inability to control my muscles.

"Open your eyes, I wanna see them." The voice demands, despite his tone being surprisingly soft. I hold out for a moment more before I feel a sudden wetness and pressure in my ear cavity. I jolt back, glaring at him while I wipe my ear with the heel of my hand. I open my mouth to complain, to try and hold my ground, but all words leave me the moment I meet his eyes.

He was a turtle. A large, smug, humanoid turtle. His arms were muscular and the limited part I could see of his build was strong. Two stark red crescents peaked out of his blue mask and stood out against his green skin. I could barely understand what I was looking at. 

I gape at him for a moment, trying to process what I was seeing. A scream builds up in my chest, fear upon what I saw. His eyes were big and held a strong ego, scanning me up and

down for my reaction. 

"What, don't like what you see?" He asks, still grinning. It was if he thought this whole thing was some huge joke. Nothing more than something to laugh over as the years go by. I swallow the lump in my throat, trying to control my breathing. Too much was happening at once and I could feel my chest starting to constrict on me. The pressure keeps rising and my heart thumps loudly in my ears, drowning out the words I watch him speak but cannot hear. New tears prick at my eyes, quickly falling down my cheek and gathering at my chin before splashing onto my clothes and lap. The turtle's grin widens as he sees my tears, a small coo sounding from his throat. "I know, I know. This meeting was bound to get a bit emotional. It sure is shocking to meet your soulmate for the first time."

I pause at his words, blinking as more tears fall. I try to hold back the choked sobs as I hurriedly wipe away my tears, feeling weak and pathetic for crying in what was possibly my killer. In the least, he was certainly my kidnapper. Showing any ounce of emotional vulnerability in front of him made me feel like I was falling further into his grasp, the chains around my wrists rattling quietly as I move my hands. I jolt back as his three fingered hands move to cup my cheeks, holding my face tight to keep me from squirming away. Tears continue to roll down my cheeks, completely out of my control. His blue masked face just smiles, wiping them as they fall with his thumbs.

Donnie:

He gets really upset at your constant stream of tears. You’re supposed to be happy with him. He doesn’t understand why you insist on throwing a ‘tantrum’ every time he comes near you or something slightly inconvenient happens. Your emotions don’t make much sense to him, even if he realizes the pattern.

Donnie’s not the best at empathizing with your tears. He finds them annoying and proof of you not settling him in. In his mind, the tears equal his own failures as a lover.

The more you cry, the more intense he’ll get. It’ll start with him trying to find solutions and devolve into threats. He just wants you to stop crying. Why won’t you stop crying?

Despite knowing you will cry at anything, he still takes it personally every time. It starts to annoy him and stress him out as he desperately tries to figure out what’s wrong.

Will probably lock you in his room if you keep crying. He doesn’t want to deal with it. Your tears stress him out and make him feel bad, which he doesn’t want. You’re supposed to love him, not cry at the sight of him.

If you’re crying about him or something he did(in his mind, something you made him do), he’ll just ignore your cries. He may snap at you to shut up a couple times, but just grumbles under his breath other than that.

The reason he hates it when you cry is because it makes him feel bad. He learned pretty quickly the way he tries to comfort you doesn’t help much, so instead he just ignores you. He would love to hold you close and keep you occupied so your tears stop, but you never let him touch you. At least, not without a fight. He usually gets fed up enough to leave you alone, but he’ll probably ignore you for days afterwards as a punishment.

If you have a ‘valid’ reason to cry(according to him), he’ll step in and actually help you. He’ll try to comfort you to the best of his ability. He doesn’t want anyone else to bring you pain, so he’ll take care of the problem and make sure to help you. He’ll pull you close as he works and let you cry into his chest for once, ignoring the way you fight him.

He wishes so badly you’d just stop crying. Sometimes he’ll even go to Mikey for advice on how to make you not so scared. It hurts him to see it, and it makes him more agitated with you, which ends in more tears. He wants it to stop.

He tries not to physically punish you for crying. He hates your tears, but you are doing a relatively good thing by trusting Donnie enough to cry in front of him. He’ll usually end up building you a quick item to keep you occupied or have SHELLDON spend time with you until you calm down. He doesn’t want to make your sobs worse.

If he wants affection, and you cry, he’ll just not care. He’ll spoon you from behind so you don’t get your tears on him and hold you close. He’s not willing to give up his own needs for your dramatics.

Bright lights shine into my closed eyelids, my body recoiling as my eyes start to open. I keep them squeezed shut, trying to minimize the damage to my sight. To my left, soft footfalls could be heard paired with a low muttering. I try to move my limbs, my breath hitching once I realize I was strapped down. I feel my breathing quicken, my blood running cold. I let my eyes flutter open, ignoring the way the bright burned my retinas as I force my eyes into focus. Tears built up in the corners of my eyes while my chest tightened.

I couldn’t move. My head was stuck between two large pieces of padding and my limbs were strapped down. The cold metal of the straps burned into my skin, the padding pressing uncomfortably against my cheeks. My face grows hot with tears as I try to force them down, not wanting to alert the presence at my left to my consciousness. A small gasp sounds, and I realize I was too late.

A large, humanoid turtle moves into my vision, my heart pounding in fear as he looks me up and down. I couldn’t help but gasp at his appearance while he towers over me. A purple mask covered the top half of his face, only showing his cold eyes. I look at the purple metal on his back, watching the light catch it to make it shimmer. The purple markings on his shoulders and thighs seemed to glow with the screen he had in front of him, glancing between it and me. His face is scrunched up in thought while he stares down at me, the look of surprise in his eyes morphing into one of confusion. I stay silent, unable to wipe the tears trailing down my cheeks away, unable to keep my dignity in front of this monster.

I couldn’t help but wish for my parents, for freedom. Silent tears continued to build up and fall while the figure in front of me stared me down. His eyes were glued to my cheeks and my expression, one I could only imagine is of terror. He raises his hand to grab my face and I flinch.

I press my head against the headrest of the chair, trying to dodge his approaching hand. He ignores my attempts, grabbing my face firmly and frowning as he stares into my eyes. He wipes my tears before dropping his hand down to cup my chin. I struggle as he forces my face up to make me look at him, a short whimper being pulled from my throat. I blink back more tears, unsure what to make of the turtle in front of me. He continues to stare down my shaking form for a moment, his bottom lip jutting out.

“Are you… Crying?” His surprisingly smooth voice asks. I scrunch my face up, confused why he was even asking. His question took me a bit off guard. Why was he confused about my tears? Sure, I cried more easily than most people, but this situation wasn’t one I would consider something I shouldn’t cry over. The turtle continues to stare me down, seemingly waiting for me to answer. I don’t. I had nothing to say. My voice wouldn’t let me either way. He drops my chin with a glare, rolling his eyes. I let out a breath of relief when he backs up, my limbs still shaking slightly from the fear. I watch him move around the room, not sure whether to be relieved or worried when he ducks out of my sight. 

"Your tears won't phase me." He says, the clinking of metal and glass punctuating his words. I hear a small beep along with liquid being swirled around, my fear rising. Was I about to be experimented on? To be ripped apart and killed brutally? What would something like him even want with me? "Cry all you want, but it won't stop me. You're mine."

His words make me pause as I try to decipher the meaning of his words while he comes back into my line of vision. He's absentmindedly pulling a medical cart with him, staring down at the screen on his wrist. I try to look at the contents of the medical cart, but his body is blocking my sight. I gulp. What could he possibly want? The pads around my head feel sticky from my tears. I wanted to be away from this dreaded chair so bad. I wanted to go home. The turtle looks at me again, smirking at my discomfort. I take a deep breath as he drops his wrist and wheels the cart in front, ready to show off the torture he planned on putting me through.

My breath leaves my chest when I see four syringes lined neatly on the surface of the cart, a sharps container and needles off to the side. I feel as though I had been doused in cold water, new tears springing to my eyes. I was right, I was about to be experimented on then killed. There was no way I could fathom getting out of this alive. I grip the armrest of the chair I was strapped to, my hand cramping and my knuckles turning white from the force. His eyes meet mine and narrow slightly, tsking at the new tears rolling down my cheeks. He didn’t comment on them, but he seemed obviously relieved I wasn’t making much noise. If I could, I would thank the heavens I was a silent crier.

His gaze follows mine to the medical cart holding the needles, a thoughtful hum sounding from his throat. He turns back to me, he drawn eyebrows raising. “I am aware of your allergy to penicillin, and I can assure you there is none in any of the injections I’m about to give you.”

I pause at his words, trying to understand how he knew that. Did he run tests on me while I was asleep? Access my medical history? I shudder at the thought, my mouth too dry to scream and shout all the things I wanted to. My eyes widen as he comes near me with the first shot, his three-fingered hands covered in latex gloves. I struggle violently against the straps, trying desperately to escape. A loud sob is pulled from my chest as more tears pour down my face, fear crashing over me in strong waves.

The turtle pauses, looking down at my mess of a form. A minute goes by as he watches me panic, his right eye twitching. He looks down at the needle in his hand and frowns, tapping his thigh repeatedly with the unoccupied hand. He looks back at me, ignoring my teary face. “I was not aware you had trypanophobia. I apologize, but I really need to do this. If you close your eyes, it’ll be easier. Your struggling will only make it worse.

I suck in a shaky breath, trying to speak. I blank at his words, my eyes still trained on the needle. I assumed he thought I had a fear of needles, and not of being injected with a mystery liquid. Hopefully my death would be quick. He reaches out with one hand and stabilizes my arm, bringing the needle dangerously close to my flesh. I sob harder, trying to jerk away from him, but to no avail. I take one last look at the world around me, expecting to not be able to see it for much longer. I close my eyes and try not to scream as the needle enters my skin.

[petalsthefish]

1. Fortnight - functioning alcoholic 🥲 YOUR QUIET TREASON. All my mornings are Monday stuck in an endless February. POSTIC GENIUS. Magical move on drug YIKES. I love you you tis ruining my life. I touched you for only a fortnight but I touched you. “My husband is cheating I want to kill him.” MOOD. I love you it’s ruining my life. I’m calling ya but you won’t pick up. Went to Florida?!?! 🫡🫡🫡 thank you post Malone for your service.

2. The tortured poets department: “I’ve seen this episode but still loved the show.” Aka I THINK IVE SEEN THIS FILM BEFORE AND I DIDNT LIKE THE ENDING. “Who’s gonna love you if not me.” Lol “We’re modern idiots!!!!” JUSTICE FOR CHARLIE PUTH!!!! “A tattooed golden retriever” made me laugh out loud. “I chose this cyclone with you.” Is so Jily plz. “You’re not Dillion Thomas and I’m not patting smith.” Okay Tay. NO FUCKING BODY: 👍🏼 “Sometimes I wonder if you’ll screw this up with me.” Spoiler ‼️ he did. “Everyone we know understands why it’s meant to be.” I didn’t thanks. “Because we’re crazy.” Okay mood. HE PUT THE RING IN HER RING FINGER?!?! “CLOSEST IVE COME TO MY HEART EXPLODING?!?!” PLEASE?!?! “You left your typewriter at my apartment straight from the tortured poets department.” Five stars!!

3. My boy only breaks his favorite toys: ‘I’m queen of sandcastles he destroys.’ Jumps out at me. “Cause I knew too much.” WHAT DO YIU KNOW TAYLOR. “Should have known it was a matter of time.” Taylor is the queen of ignoring red flags. 🚩 This is a fun beat though besties. “Once I fix me, he’s gonna miss me.” YEAH. TELL EM BESTIE. “Stole my tortured heart and left all these broken parts. Told me I’m better off.” Sorry Taylor you were better off babes.

4. Down bad: NICER BEAT OKAY. “Dawn bad crying at the gym.” Mood. “Fuck it if I can’t have him I might just die.” No why is this so FUNNY. Like this is Matty we’re talking about for sure. “Everything forms out teenage petulance.” I mean yeah cause you were still developing a prefrontal cortex when you met him. “So fuck you if I can’t have us.” HAHAHAHAHAHA I LOVE THIS PART. Honestly I feel you Taylor, I’ve been dumb for a dumb boy before too. It’s okay.

5. So long London: EXCISE ME OPENING WITH A CHORAl. THESE KYRICS WHATLFHAKRHS FUCKKKKK. How much sad did you think I had??? Oh the tragedy?! So long London, you’ll find some one???? “You left me at the house by the heath.” “I stopped CPR”?!?! 😿😿 “YOU LET Me give all that you for free?!?!” SHE GAVE YOU A FUCKING GRAMMY YOGURT BOY AND YOU DIDNT EVEN WANT IT. “too graves, one gun?!” Good for you baby girl. “I’ll find someone” SHUT THE FUCK UP. I’m gonna throw up. Fuck fuck fuck. Taylor 😿😿😿😿 “I DIED ON THE ALTER” ALDBSKAHDBSJSKS NOOOOO. I’m crying. My Shakespeare queen. You’ll find someone RIPS at my heart.

6. But daddy I love him: “bedroom eyes like a remedy.” Fuck how many matty songs are we getting. This reminds me so much of a faith hill song. No I will not elaborate right now. Very country narrative. This one will be fun to scream in concert just for the “I’m having his baby…no I’m not!!!” Very chaotic. 4/5 stars.

7. Fresh out of the slammer: daily disappearing just to see him smile?!?! Girlie pop you really do lie to yourself don’t you??? “He was with her in dreams” I mean it’s really joeover. This song is fun, I like it, very chaotic as well. 5/5 stars.

8. Florida!!!: Florence my queen you make this song beautiful, I need more listens to deconstruct it though:

9. Guilty as skin: girl just write self insert fanfic if you want to fuck someone this badly (can’t wait to write and read fics based off this one hahahaha) 5/5 stars 🌟

10. Who’s afraid of little old me?: shit I’m crying. Fuck fuck fuck. She truly hates most of the new fans huh. Lmaooo SHE SINGS THIS IN ALL HER REGISTERS OMGGGG. It’s all her past selves screaming at us!!! Aldhaksjdka she’s so fucking clever

11. I can fix him no really I can: AHAHA THE ENDING KF THE SONG ALDBSKAHDKAJDHAKDHW SHE REALLY SAID “OH SHIT DAMN I FUCKED UP DIDNT I” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

12. Loml: Joe Alwyn you need witness protection

13. I can do it with a broken heart: oh god this was hurts me more than so long London because it hits home for every damn time I had to preform on stage and then go cry in the shower between shows 🥲

14. The smallest man who ever lived: 🚨🚨🚨 found at the scene of the crime: Joe Alwyn's Small Dick

15. The alchemy: AHHHHHHH!!! HOLY FUCK WE GOT A TRAVIS SONG ALDBSLAHDBSKSJDBWKEHDBAKWJD HE GOT A SONG FUCK YESSSSS

16. CLARA BOW: the outro. The OUTRO. THE FUCKING OUTRO. I’m dead. 😵

Overall: I love it. I love it. I love it SO DAMN MICH. you can tell how much time and effort she put into production and story telling. FUCK. I love this album as much as I loved Folklore the first time I heard it!!

[shardsofobsidian]

12671.113 - PRIVATE [AUTOMATED BROADCAST (@rwpearlcatologue )]

A pearl. Light purple in color. It contains an internal report.

301.003 - REPORT

It is unreasonable that we construct superstructures up in the poles. That remote and extreme a location would certainly cause grave complications for both the Iterator and its citizens.

Firstly: think of the high winds and how they threaten structural integrity. Second: the cold is cause for great insulation; that which is resource intensive to produce at superstructure scale. Third: having a superstructure that far up will make repairs, which will be both frequent and expensive, difficult. The nearest structure from which a runner can be flown is still a day away.

There are countless other potential complications I am sure you have thought of and ignored. I do not care for your lofty aims for "research", this idea is both preposterous and unreasonable. Should you not step back with it, I will gather an assembly to vote against your proposal at next council, and accuse you of aiming to waste group resources.

You should be aware of the ramifications of such an accusation. If you wish to conduct polar research, construct an outpost. Like all of your contemporaries.

SIGNED - THREE WHEELS, VERDANT PIGMENT, OFFICIANT-RHETOR OF THE OFFICE OF GILDED MASK SUPERSTRUCTURE

You go gurl but this is so funny to me my ancients really went like: "SCREW OUTPOSTS lets GO BIG or GO HOME" and somehow got my group approved LMAOOO. must've been late to the council or smth. Bet this guy slept in.

"Cause grave complications for both the iterator and its citizens" and excuse YOU I had only LIKE uhhh.. at least 5 citizens during the summer and we all did JUST FINE!!

I wish I could study this ancient under a microscope

[verymuchablog42]

NO BUT “i can take another panic episode when i get off the stage” THAT DEMOLISHES ME EVERY TIME

YES.

oh my god, i really am about to pick out the lines from this song that gave me emotional damage, aren't i? i apologize in advance for the length of this lmaooo

first, i want to say that i love the fact that the song is set up as an exploration of Humpty Dumpty. it's a classic fable, so we already have that basic level of understanding and familiarity and they immediately follow it up with this conversation about human struggles and mental health. because that is also a familiar story, a shared human experience

"Something's wrong / But I'm scared to look it up / If I do that / And no one has it / I'll feel so alone" this line is so relatable. what if there is something wrong? if i put a name to what's wrong it's real and it's so much harder to ignore. if i keep ignoring it, i'm gonna just suffer. and at the same time, what if no one can relate to what i'm going through? what if this is genuinely just a me problem and i'm stuck dealing with it? it does such a great job of voicing all these questions in the first half of the verse "I got friends in a lotta weird places / Wonder if they're gonna call / Depending what my face is" this line is so casual considering just how deep the question it's asking is. will my friends still like me? who do i need to be so that these people that are supposed to support me will show up? there's this sense of defeat and such a total lack of self worth that it stings "He said screw it / There's a big crowd looking / I'ma scream when no one, when no one, when no one's around" i love this line because it really does a great job of highlighting the isolation surrounding the core of the song. everyone is looking at me, so i have to be okay. i can't not be okay. i'll get all of this dealt with later, when there's no one around. but as the rest of the lyrics mention, people are always watching. so this issue is just pushed down until the best case scenario becomes... "i can't take another panic episode when i get off the stage, man" this line is the absolute climax of the song and the recognition that things cannot keep going this way. and there's such pure desperation in jack's voice that it hurts listening to it. i love it. i also cannot express what the second verse does to me. the image of everyone outside doing something joyous and you're inside hiding under your pillow trying to hide from everything is just so devastating

thank you for the ask, rj, this song is one of my favorites of ALL time and i hope any of this makes sense

[pretty-toru]

CAN I REQUEST Y/N IGNORING GOJO LMAOOO. OKAY BUT FR- y/n's SOO MAD AT HIM FOR THE LITTLEST THINGS (ex; he didnt put the toilet seat down, he leaves water DRIPPING EVERYWHERE in the bathroom, his candy/lollipop wrappers are atp forming a whole mf mountain 😭😭💀💀)

morning spills┆gojo satoru

୧ genre: fluff and tiny angst

୧ wc: 1,025

୧ synopsis: gojo receives the silent treatment because you decided that you've had enough of picking up after him.

a/n: wrappers forming a mountain STOP that's so funny but completely true!! thanks for the request anon, I had so much fun writing this one!

"Honey, are you mad at me? Why aren't you talking to me? Didn't you hear me call out to you? Have I done something wrong? Talk to me angel, I miss the sound of your voice. I'll die if I don't hear it.

C'mon, please? Please, please, please. I'll really die, I'm not kidding."

Your persistence is really getting to Gojo ever since the morning, and you had good reason to be upset at him too. From him leaving a pile of dirty socks along with yesterday's attire right next to the hamper instead of having the right mind to deposit the clothes inside it to leaving water droplet stains on the bathroom mirror from washing his face too carelessly. If that wasn't enough for your cross-popping vein to make an appearance, the evidence from his late-night snacking spread on the kitchen island definitely was.

You're at your ends meet because your boyfriend just doesn't seem to understand the concept of picking and cleaning up after himself, no matter how many times you've addressed the issue it just wasn't something he took to heart. With Gojo, it's always "Sorry babe, I'll make sure it doesn't happen again next time," and when next time comes around it happens again and again and again. You gave him too many second chances and warning notices, and today is the day where you've finally had enough of it.

Gojo hadn't realized just how badly he screwed up until his good morning kisses privileges have been rescinded, and that's when he starts to panic 一 inwardly and outwardly. "Baby? I don't get a good morning kiss?" He tries to lighten the mood with an innocent chuckle and pretend that everything's peachy, but you can make out the sound of hurt in his voice. You brush him off and continue making yourself a cup of tea before making your way to the makeshift desk with your laptop to answer work-related emails.

Gojo is completely stunned and he doesn't know how to act. He knows you're mad at him about something that he did, and before he could put his finger on it the brimming sunlight shines on the opened jar he left out overnight and it catches his peripherals. It immediately dawns on him why you're suddenly giving him the silent treatment. "Oh, haha this? Megumi must've gotten hungry in the middle of the night, don't worry I'll clean it up right away."

Right, because Megumi moved out to the dorms and just so happened to drop by in the middle of the night. You pay no mind to him as you fixate on the lines of text on your screen and sip on your warm beverage every so often.

Much to your surprise, Gojo does as he says instead of leaving the condiments and sweet bread for later like he usually does. But he doesn't stop just there and decides to wipe down the countertops, unload the dishwasher and puts them away, run the next batch of laundry and fold the clean ones. He spends the entire morning being productive and doing simple chores to hopefully make up for him slacking around your shared home. Even making sure you have something to snack on before he needs to get dressed for the day.

"Here, hon. Have some water and fruits." You take a glimpse of the plate he set down and they were bunny-shaped apple slices. How can you remain upset with him after that?

Gojo gives himself a once-over of his teacher's uniform in the mirror before he makes his way to the genkan. He spends a long moment staring at you expectantly as you're typing away at your keyboard, but nothing comes of it and he goes to put on his shoes. When he looks over his shoulder again before he has to head out into the world, you're slowly approaching him from behind and his heart skips. No, it does somersaults because you're acknowledging his existence again and it's all he could ever hope and ask for when it comes to you.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" You offer him a demure smile for the first time today and he swears he was hit by something. He's absolutely love-struck by you and it takes him back to his first encounter with you and he's feeling giddy all over again. But Gojo loves playing coy even though he knows what's coming. There's just something about making you do or state the obvious that's simply rewarding to him.

"Hmm? What's that?"

It's a small routine you both like to do every time one of you leaves the house to head somewhere. A small gesture to let one another know that you both still love each other even if it's the last thing you'll remember. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you gently pull him down into a soft and sincere kiss. The sweet and tart taste of your lips traverses him and he pulls you closer to him than humanly possible.

"Hey, I'm sorry for taking you for granted. Won't happen again... Are we good now?" He gazes down at you with an honest and hopeful expression, and you don't need to see behind his blindfold to know his cerulean hues are rippling and lustering from simply holding you. His grip and gentle squeeze on your hip signals you how sorry he is for being such a messy and inconsiderate person since you both do share the same space, and he makes the silent agreement that he'll be better from now onwards.

You nod at him slightly with upturned lips. Although you felt a little bad about how the morning started, you somehow had to get your message across to Gojo and his response to it seems like it was well-received. "Yeah, we're okay now. I shouldn't have ignored you like that either, but we each have our own faults. Make sure you don't get yourself into too much trouble out there, okay? I love you, Satoru."

"It's a promise," he hums earnestly, reaching for your hand and his pinky loops with your much smaller one. "Love you too, angel."

[carlosfruitsnacks]

not sure if you do camilo x reader x carlos but you can ignore this if you dont do those, i dont mind! Camilo & Carlos x Filipina!Reader where they are both trying to court her and hilariously trying to one up the other, like they'd do the traditional serenading, bribing her siblings to tell them more about her culture(bonus points if her siblings say the wrong stuff to screw both of them over, like teaching them insults telling the twins they are compliments and she ends up slapping them at one point maybe LMAOOO), helping out her parents etc. etc. you can decide how it ends! (hopefully neutral or if she had to inevitably choose there would be alt ending id youre up for it)

"the manliligaw"

PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5

summary:

— Camilo and Carlos are competing on who will win your heart. The twins were willing to do everything to make you swoon. For this round, they decided to try to traditionally serenade you by singing in your language. What could go wrong?

genre:

— modern au, fluff & humor

notes:

— female and Filipina reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong though I will refrain from using too much Spanish. Although I am very fluent in Tagalog so there would be Tagalog dialogs here and there I'll try to provide some translations for them

warning/s:

— heavy cussing

a/n:

— okay, i fucking loooove this concept so i'm planning to make this into a series! here's part one for y'all and i hope you enjoy too anon :>  also! i made a Spotify playlist for this series hehe

You were enjoying lunch with your family. Today was a hot day so you're wearing thinner clothes, you're literally sitting in front of the electric fan yet you're still sweating. You had a glass of cold mango juice and ate a few snacks. Seriously, the heat is going to be the death of you. As you took a sip of your cool beverage, there were eager knocks on the door and immediately, you recognize who was knocking. You sighed and clicked your tongue as one of your siblings come to answer the door.

"[Name]! Andito na yung mga manliligaw mo!"

Your sibling shouted in a sing-song voice, obviously teasing you. Before you can even get up from your seat, your mother rushes to welcome your two suitors. You sighed and waved at Camilo and Carlos Madrigal as they entered the dining room.

The Madrigal twins have been courting you since your first week moving to their town. They were the grandchildren of the mayor, Alma Madrigal. The town of Encanto was a bright place and you were lucky that your family has decided to reside here. You were around the same age as Camilo and Carlos, you even went to school with them. The two were admittedly handsome, they had opposite personalities. Camilo was cheerful, a superstar and a jokester, while Carlos was grumpy, a rockstar and a trickster. The twins already had a rivalry going on but when you moved to Encanto, it seemed like it got worse.

"Buenos tardes, [Name]"

They both greeted in unison. You smile and asked if they wanted some merienda. Camilo and Carlos nodded and instantly stuffed their mouths with food your mother cooked. You continue to try to keep cool during the hot weather. The twins couldn't help but stare at you wearing thinner clothes, both had identical blushes on their faces.

"Ey, don't stare at her like that, cabrón"

"Oh cállate, don't act like you're not doing the same, pendejo"

Camilo and Carlos whispered to each other. Ever since you moved into their town, they didn't learn how to take their eyes off of you. In their eyes, you were one in a million. Not to mention, you were beautiful, had a sense of humor, and were kindhearted. You were everything a man would swoon for. It didn't matter that you came from a different place with a different culture, Camilo and Carlos were determined to win your heart one way or another.

"So, what are you two planning today?"

You asked with amusement. The twins have been courting you for months yet you haven't even bothered to say yes to one of them. They always tried something different to court you every time but you won't budge, it only made them want you more.

"It's a surprise"

Camilo replies with a playful smirk. You raised one of your brows, curious about what will the surprise be.

"You'll see later why you should pick me [Name] instead of this, tonto"

Carlos butts in. Camilo gives him an offended look and punches his arm, his twin punches his arm too in return until the two went into a small catfight. You rolled your eyes at the silly sight.

"[Name]?! Anak, punta ka muna sa tindahan at bilhan mo ako ng suka!"

You internally groaned at your mother's voice. You quickly stood up and went on with the errand. Camilo and Carlos shared a look, wondering where did you go.

"Oh, she's just going to the store to buy some vinegar"

Your sibling explains to them. Whenever the twins would visit your household it's like a different world, a bit similar to their household but still different. For instance, one of your family members will randomly shout at you or even at your siblings to do some kind of errand or chore. Sometimes, Camilo and Carlos would be invited for dinner and the food would be different, they ate this dish called 'adobo' once and it was amazing. One time, they had to use the bathroom and they saw this little dipper in a bucket that they later found out was called a 'tabo'.

The two asked what kind of language you and your family were speaking and they discovered it was Tagalog. It was interesting but complex, there were similar phrases akin to Spanish. Yesterday, the twins found out about that polite word you would use when talking to your elders called 'po' or 'opo'. Honestly, Camilo and Carlos can spend an entire decade trying to learn your culture if it means getting close to you.

During the peaceful silence, Camilo and Carlos suddenly shared a look. It was like they had a telepathic conversation as they nodded at each other. They both turn to your sibling.

"Hey, do you mind teaching us any Tagalog songs you know?"

Your sibling quirked their eyebrow at the two. Your other sibling comes walking into the room, clearly hearing what the twins asked.

"Why?"

"Kasi i-haharana nila si [Name] in Tagalog"

"Oh! Teka, how did you know that?"

"I heard their conversation earlier"

Your sibling muttered a 'marites' towards their sibling and rolled their eyes. They pondered for a while if they wanted to teach the twins a Tagalog song until a very wicked idea formed inside their head. Your sibling grins and grabs your other sibling by the ear and whispered something, Camilo and Carlos watched in confusion.

"Hoy gago sigurado ka ba dyan baka magalit si [Name]"

"Yeah yeah, I'm sure plus this plan is going to be funny"

Your two siblings turn at the twins with identical smiles. There was suspicion in the air but Camilo and Carlos didn't bother to question it.

"Sure! We'll teach you this one Tagalog song that my friends and I used to sing"

Eventually, you made it home and the Madrigal twins were nowhere to be found. Your mother tells you they have gone with your two siblings somewhere. You don't think too much of it. Later, after the sun has sunk, you were scrolling on your phone in your room until you hear the faint sound of someone calling your name. You dropped your phone, confused. The sound came from outside so you softly brushed away the curtains from your window and peeked outside. You let out a tiny gasp when you saw Camilo and Carlos waiting expectedly at you.

You hurriedly opened your window and looked down at the twins. Camilo was holding a tambourine while Carlos was clutching a guitar. Dios, was this their surprise? You wave down at them and they both smiled at you. The two shared a look of nervousness. Camilo and Carlos have been practicing the song your two siblings taught them, they were assured that they were going to do great with the serenading. Both of them let out a deep breath.

"[Name], this song is for you!"

A soft strum of the guitar filled the air. You watch in awe as Carlos swiftly plays the guitar, Camilo was playing his tambourine along to the rhythm. You have no idea what song they were about to sing but you feel flattered at the fact they decided to serenade you. Camilo clears his throat, prepared to sing the first part.

"Tinitigasan na naman ako sa 'yong ganda. Dahil sa iyong ganda, ako'y napatanga"

Camilo resumes to sing, his voice was smooth that it almost made your heart skip a beat. You recognize that he was singing in your native language which surprised you greatly.

"Dahil sa iyong ganda, ako'y napatanga"

He continues and this brings a red flush across your cheeks. Camilo's Tagalog singing is very impressive. Your eyes meet with Camilo and he sends you a playful wink, you smiled at him in return

"Suso mo na napakalaki, parang pakwan"

You freeze. The smile on your face drops and your mood turns into a 180. Did you just hear that correctly? Meanwhile, Camilo and Carlos continued playing, oblivious of the look of horror on your face.

"Bote ang 'yong katawan at puwet mong malaman"

Camilo sings with his heart out, but neither he nor Carlos understood what they were singing. Your siblings told them it was a song about a girl who's pretty so the twins agreed that they should definitely serenade the song to you. It was Carlos' turn to sing.

"Pwede ka bang maikama pagtapos mo d'yan?"

Carlos' voice was slightly lower and rougher but not less melodious than Camilo's. He was sweating all over as he passionately strums the guitar.

"Pagkatapos mag-inuman, magbabanatan"

He sings louder, hoping that his singing would make an impression more than Camilo's. Carlos quickly sends his twin brother a mischievous smirk, Camilo only scowls at him.

"Iitsa ka sa kama, tuloy ang tuhugan"

Carlos continues, truly feeling the beat and vibe of the song despite not understanding the lyrics. But hey, he did a great job singing in Tagalog didn't he?

"Para kang tinapay, titi ko ang palaman"

Carlos finishes his line. It was time for the rap verse, Camilo agreed to do the first half then they'll repeat the chorus.

"Tinitigasan-"

The twins immediately stopped singing and performing their instruments when they saw you by the entrance of your house. Camilo and Carlos looked at each other, you were approaching them with an unrecognizable expression. One of them was about to say a word until you went over and slapped Camilo firmly across the cheek.

"You fucking asshole!"

Camilo holds his now reddish cheek, baffled that you cussed at him. Carlos was about to bark out a loud laugh but you turned and also slapped him hard across his face. He was silenced and looked at you speechless.

"Hayop ka! Fucking pervert!"

You screamed at Carlos. The twins glanced at each other, both confused and clutching their cheeks. You start to shout at them in Tagalog, presumably cursing at them again. Fuck, you looked so upset. Did you not like the song? But your siblings told them you'll like it! Eventually, you left and slammed the front door in front of their faces. There was a pause as Camilo and Carlos heard a snort followed by fits of laughter. They watched with embarrassment as your siblings looked at them by the window, pointing and laughing.

The news of Camilo and Carlos unknowingly serenading you with a very inappropriate Tagalog song was spread all over your family. Your parents were about to throw hands with the twins until you found out that your siblings taught them how to sing the perverted song. Of course, you go running to your parents and they rightfully gave your siblings an earful.

Now, you felt stupid for slapping Camilo and Carlos. You hugged your pillow as you buried your face in it, screaming in embarrassment. You plan to go visit the twins and apologize when a knock on your door beats you to it. You raced downstairs and found Camilo and Carlos waving at you. Thankfully, their cheeks aren't red anymore. You pout and give them each an apologetic hug, saying that you were sorry profusely in Tagalog.

"Hey, if you don't mind. We kinda...uh, we wanna serenade you again"

"Don't worry, we found a very appropriate Tagalog song this time"

You smiled and nod your head. You wait as Camilo and Carlos brought out their instruments. You watch as they gazed at each other and collectively nodded. Carlos starts strumming his guitar, Camilo following along with the rhythm.

"Uso pa ba ang harana?"

Camilo was the first to sing and instantly you recognize the song, it was Harana by Parokya ni Edgar. One of your favorite songs. Your heart fluttered at this.

"Marahil ikaw ay nagtataka..."

Carlos sings the second line with a confident strum on the guitar. Shit, they're so great at singing and performing. You let them finish their serenade, you can feel the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. It was so beautiful, your heartstrings were tugged. You thank Camilo and Carlos for the wonderful serenade. Damn, are you starting to warm up to them?

masterlist

[florianwirtz]

The list is done!!! My judgement of my mutual’s taste in footballers. Here you can find the graphic version with my mutuals as their tumblr icons. If you’re my mutual and you’re not on the list, it’s not because I don’t like you, it’s more because I don’t know who you all fancy.

Under the cut you can find the explanation of my placements!! Pardon for the format, I did it on the phone and somehow screwed the average tier up but it ain’t that important cause no one placed there lmao. Lastly, I wanna clarify that all of this is just for fun, stop taking me or tumblr so seriously lmao.

Shit tier

@theweatha I don’t even know where to start with you. I will never process that you would do Sergio Ramos (maybe I can accept it at some point but not rn). Then we come to the other asshole named Roy Keane, while being a brilliant midfielder for us I will never understand why you would give him a 2nd look if we’re talkin about appearance and let’s not start talking about his character (although he’s a mood whenever he’s pissed for the right reasons). I don’t feel like starting with Nemanja Vidić as I have the feeling we will never come to an agreement. Not even Marcus Rashford can save you from shit tier, who is a very valid reason to nut to. I also didn’t forget you nutting to Trench (idc that you don’t anymore you still did and what a disgrace)

@emwritesfootball just no... every time you start talkin about why you fancy Cags, my opinion about your taste in men gets worse. Then I think about the other footballers you fancy and it doesn’t get any better, although Winksy is a valid one... he still doesn’t get you out of shit tier. But from someone who tries to me set me up with HARVEY BARNES I don’t expect any better tbh...

Very bad tier

@tottenhamsstuff i am sorry but how tf do you expect me to place you any higher when your crushes in footballers consists of an egghead, blonde Ron Weasley and the tiger from Ice Age? What saves you from shit tier is Gazzaniga who objectively is a handsome man and the fact that I’m biased because Scott plays for my team and your men at least seem to have a bit of a brain.

@shockintha you know I thought about this very carefully and realised that I can’t afford to make you cry and shit tier wouldn’t be fair to you because you do fancy some valid ones just as Brooksy and Sander Berge. Then you have DCL, Chilly and a few more who make it into average tier but Stewart Downing and the mop absolutely drag you down. Like for me it’s inexplainable how you can spare them a 2nd look, the way they look and act make me sick!! And the fact you don’t show one bit of shame pfffff. Very bad tier seems legit for me.

Debatable tier

@dancefaeries you truly are a white man’s whore and it’s disappointing because you had potential to make it to average tier but I came to the conclusion that Todd, Daniel Agger and Diet drag your ranking down. What makes you rank higher than Alice (aka. the only thing you care about) is that the men you fancy are all somewhat smart and almost all seem to have good political views. Also that others seem to fancy them too and it’s probably just me. Nevertheless, somebody explain me what makes you endear snakes so much.

@idiotsfc you’re lucky I love you and after you tried to explain to me why you fancy some of these men, I understand it a tiny bit 😂. Still, James Milner and Stevie G???? No. I definitely can understand what you see in Carra and Gary however it’s still borderline debatable. Characterically, they all seem quite intelligent and somewhat funny tho so I’ll give you that. What makes you place in debatable tier is that you fancy a few of the “normal” ones just as Chilly.

Not bad tier

@magicmartinelli I don’t even know who you fancy rn cause it changes faster than the tide but the ones you mentioned were all valid tho not my type most of the time. Except the last one. Out of respect for you, I’m not gonna say names because I know you’d come for my ass if I did lmaooo

@ari-lfc i only know you fancy scousers and it’s a big nono for me. The unfortunate thing is they’re not even bad looking so I can’t place you lower but I don’t think they’re handsome either so above average tier seems legit 🤣

Great tier

@danieljamesmufc you’re the only one i trust when it comes to taste in men because it seems like it’s us against everyone with awful taste. I think most of the men you allow yourself to fancy are valid choices. What makes you miss out on god tier is the one you rep looks like a fucking child and the american who talks like he’s about to order mcdonalds every day. Your taste in women is fortunately much superior.

@rxdia i trust you very much when it comes to taste in men because they’re all valid most of the time!! Your taste is exceptionally great and the fact that you were able to drop Matić after he was an ass, just showed how superior you are anyway 💫 you miss out on god tier because you told me that you fancy Owen Hargreaves and you’d do Nemanja Vidić and what the fuck why would you betray me like this.

@daviddegod again, I can’t say too many bad things about you taste in men after you dropped Maddison. While they’re all basic white boys mostly of the time, I feel and understand you. The ones who are a but questionable are Martin Ødegaard and Matthijs de Ligt because they just scream twink energy to me but okay I can ignore this. You didn’t make it to god tier because of Jonny Evans and Darren Fletcher, I can’t believe you made me even look at them and tried to convince me to see something in them.

God tier

@trentalexanders although you change your crush all 3 months, I never had any issue with yours 😂 they were all somewhat cute and I definitely understood why you would fancy them. I totally approve of your choice in men. Even though I wouldn’t choose them myself haha. But at least you never had a questionable one.

@ehrenbrandt basically we always fancy the same footballers and you know what good for us. Your choice in footballers is great although I will always judge you for that one ex bayern player who shall not be named and Marco Reus 😂

[togekissies]

hi i’ve been going through my fic files recently and remember my old familiar au/crow demon au? i started on the oisuga fic for it but never got very far because the semishira fic was supposed to come out first and THAT never got finished, so here’s what i wrote for the oisuga fic bc i remember being giddy with what i was planning on doing lmaooo

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Tooru meets a beautiful person at the far-away convenience store Makki and Mattsun sent him to on a snack run. Well, maybe meet is a little generous. He nearly runs into the poor guy as he rounds a corner.

“I am so sorry,” Tooru says quickly, grabbing the pretty guy’s arm to keep him from falling over. “I wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay?”

The guy doesn’t seem like he’s okay. He looks like he’s in shock, actually, with his hazel-brown eyes wide and his mouth gaping. “Uh,” he says. Tooru notices a beauty mark under one of his eyes. Oh, Tooru is so screwed.

“Suga—” another guy starts to say as he, too, rounds the corner. The newcomer stops. He’s wearing the same uniform as Tooru’s beautiful stranger, the black gakuran of nearby Karasuno High School. “What’s going on?”

“We nearly had a traffic accident, but it’s fine,” Tooru chimes. He makes a show of brushing off the pretty guy’s sleeve. “See? We’re good.”

“Yeah, Daichi,” he says weakly. “I’m fine.”

The new guy, who Tooru thinks he’s going to call Scowling Daichi from now on, thanks to the sour expression on his face, looks at his friend. “Well,” he says, doubt filling his voice. “Alright. Asahi is checking out now. You got everything you wanted?”

“Um, yes. I did.” the pretty guy replies. Scowling Daichi eyes him a second longer, then turns and heads to the register. 

Before the pretty guy can leave, Tooru stops him by asking, “So your name’s Suga?”

The pretty guy hesitates. “It’s—it’s Sugawara, actually. But you can call me Suga, if you want.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Suga,” Tooru says. He plasters the friendliest smile he can manage on his face. “I’m Oikawa, Tooru Oikawa.”

For the first time, Suga looks him in the eye. Unfortunately he does this with an expression that looks like he thinks Tooru is losing his marbles. “Yes, I know?”

Tooru is startled. “You do?”

“You’re uh—” Suga turns to face him fully. He gestures with both hands, a little helplessly. “Famous, I guess? I don’t think there’s a magical student in Miyagi who doesn’t know who you are.”

“You’re a caster?” Tooru says, inordinately pleased by this. Wizards and familiars are vastly outnumbered by non-magical humans, so Tooru is used to interacting with humans on a daily basis. He knows plenty of casters through his after school magic program, however. Still, it’s exciting to know that the pretty stranger he bumped into and is quickly developing a crush on would understand the magical aspect of his life.

“I’m a familiar,” Suga says, voice going quiet. 

“Really! What kind, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Before Suga can answer, Scowling Daichi calls from the front of the store, “Suga, ready to go?”

“Be right there!” Suga answers. He looks at Tooru. “It was nice seeing you, Oikawa. Have a good evening.”

“Wait, just one second,” Tooru says, interrupting Suga’s attempt to leave once more. “If you don’t mind—and you can say no, I won’t be offended—could I have your number?”

Suga’s hesitance is palpable, and Tooru is starting to regret asking. But then he says, “Okay,” to Tooru’s relief. “Okay. Sure. That sounds fine.”

They exchange numbers, Tooru with a huge smile on his face the entire time. “I’ll text you later,” he tells Suga.

“Alright,” Suga says, sounding doubtful. “Later.”

He then leaves the convenience store with his friends, Scowling Daichi and another guy, tall, bearded, and who looks too old to be a high schooler. The strange company the pretty not-a-stranger-anymore keeps doesn’t diminish Tooru’s glee at successfully getting his number. 

Tooru is so happy he leaves the convenience store without buying anything. When he gets back to his own school, Makki and Mattsun chew him out for forgetting their snacks.

-

Tooru is waiting outside of his magical cram school when he hears the flutter of wings and feels a sudden weight on his shoulder. “What’s that weird look on your face?” a familiar voice says in his ear. 

Tooru smiles. He reaches to his shoulder, offering his hand as an alternate perch. His familiar, a crow-type, wraps his talons carefully around Tooru’s finger, and in return Tooru holds him in front of his face. Maybe he isn’t as careful, because his familiar has to flap his wings to keep his balance. Tooru can feel his familiar’s annoyance, but he ignores it. This is routine for the two of them.

“I had a good day today,” Tooru tells his familiar cheerfully. “I met someone cute.”

His familiar tilts his head to the side. “And did this person turn tail and run?”

“Don’t be so rude to me,” Tooru says, though he knows it’s futile. Half of their relationship is built on constant snark. “I’m very charming, I’ll have you know. He gave me his phone number.”

“Willingly?”

“You!” Tooru pokes his familiar on the chest. “You’re only acting like this because you’re jealous, aren’t you? You’re afraid I’ll give my heart to someone else, hmm? Don’t worry your feathery little head, Crow. You’re my number one, always.”

He’s laying it on a little thick, he knows. But he can’t help himself. He first met his familiar four years ago, not long after he turned fourteen and his magic started to go out of control and he accidentally made a car engine explode. Tooru was introduced to the crow as an emergency measure, and they’ve been partners ever since.

Despite everything they’ve gone through and the trust Tooru feels they’ve built, his familiar has never showed Tooru his human face. He’s never even given his name. Tooru calls him Crow, for lack of anything else and because it annoys him. 

Crow was nervous when they first met. Tooru can’t blame him for that, really! He has long been regarded as the next great wizard Miyagi would produce, ever since he was in middle school. Crow didn’t think their magic would be a good match. He didn’t think he’d be able to control Tooru’s growing magical power for long. He insisted Tooru would find another familiar better suited for him, and Tooru stubbornly insisted back that Crow was underestimating himself. 

It was a stalemate. Tooru refused to meet other familiars for four years, and Crow has done a good job as his familiar the entire time. He still refuses to give Tooru even a hint of who he is when he isn’t a crow on Tooru’s shoulder. That song and dance grew old years ago, but Tooru refuses to give it up.

“Oikawa,” Crow says tiredly.

“Come now, you know it’s true.”

“Maybe I would believe you, if I hadn’t heard you use the same line on Iwaizumi just last week.”

At that, Tooru can’t help but laugh. “To be fair, he didn’t believe me either.”

Crow smiles. Well, crows can’t smile, what with them having beaks and all—but Tooru can feel Crow’s smile through their bonded magic. Bonds between familiars and wizards are funny like that. Crow is normally very careful to keep his emotions to himself, so if Tooru feels something, Crow wants him to. 

An alarm on Tooru’s phone goes off. He takes his phone out of his pocket with his other hand and turns it off. “Looks like it’s time to go in.” He grins at Crow. “Ready to learn?”

“Yes, Oikawa, I’m ready to prevent you from blowing stuff up.”

“You really could stand to be a little nicer to me, you know,” Tooru tells him. He brings Crow to his shoulder and, together, they join their fellow students in the building.

[vandergeld]

                  hey  everyone welcome BACK to my blog  ,  hi  , how  are  ya ?   i’m   RUZZY   (  or  ru  ,  rudy  idk  if thats too  much  lmAO  )  &  i  have  not  been  apart  of  a  group  in  84  years ............  that  graphic  is  so  extra  but  i  was  bored  &  first  impressions  are  everything  ,  ANYWHO  this  is  my  mans WARNER  played  by  my  mans  GRAYSON DOLAN  ,  who  lacks  f’n  resources  so  i  gotta  work  some  magic  w/  all  these  gifs  on  tumblr  lmao  so  any  gif  icons  are  noT  mine  for  the  most  part  they’ll  be  taken  from  gifs  alr  created  (  s/o  2  the  fly  hunnies  that  made  ‘em  )  anyway  ya’ll  don’t  really  care  abt  me  lmao  soooooo here’s warner ! PLS  feel  free  to  hmu ANYTIME  for  the  plots  &  things  of  that  nature  u  could  lit  never  bother  me  idc ,  my  discord  is  𝐫𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐲𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐳𝐢#1643 if  u  everrr need  to  get  ahold  of  me  when  im  not  on  tumblr  !

         𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍, cismale, he/his. → look out, there’s 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐃. you know, the 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘  year old 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 of 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐌𝐔. you know, i overheard someone say that they were 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 , 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆  and 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃. but that’s just rumours. fresh new pairs of air jordan 1's, the roar of a crowd in a stadium, and lost weekends come to mind when i think of them. what about you? [ ruzzy, he/him, 18, est ]

TW : CANCER MENTION  ,  SMOKING  MENTION  .

//   »    GENERAL      :

FULL NAME   :   warner     evangelino   alexander       vandergeld       (   inspired by the antagonists of white chicks lmaooo   )     .

HOMETOWN  : new  york  city  ,  new york  .

NICKNAMES   :   dumbass   .

AGE   :   twenty  .

BIRTHDAY   :   october twenty-first   .

ZODIAC   :   libra   .

GENDER   :   male   .

PRONOUNS   :   he      &      him   .

NATIONALITY   :   american   .

ETHNICITY   :   german  ,   italian  ,  irish   .

LABEL(S)   :   the   golden boy   ,   the   lothario   ,   the   jock   .

TROPE(S)  :  chick magnet  ,  hormone-addled teenager  ,  unwitting pawn  , upper class twit  ,

OCCUPATION   :  college student  &  collegiate football player  & full time frat bro  .

FRAT : beta lambada mu  .

MAJOR   :   environmental science  .

POS  : charming  ,  charismatic  ,  brave  ,  athetic ,  dedicated  ,   eco-friendly  ,  high-moral compass  ,  book smart  ,  kind  ,  energetic  ,  optimistic  , loyal (  most of the time  ) ,  respectful  ,   well-rounded  ,  level-headed  , ambitious  ,  debonair  ,  life of the paty  .

NEG   :  compulsive  ,  easily-influenced  ,  dimwitted  , hypersexualized  ,  problematic  ,  addictive  , rebellious  ,  bemused  ,  defensive  ,  clingy  ,  hopeless-romatic  ,  overly-competitive  ,  envious .

INSP  : nate archibald  (  gossip girl  )  

//   »    PAST      :

          warner   was  born  &  raised  in  the  city  that  never sleeps  and    is  the  product  of  evangeline   moretti-vandergeld  , an   intelligent   american-italian  socialite  turned   environmental   politician  ,   and  captain  william   vandergeld  ,  a  former   navy   captain  ,   and  now   a   shareholder   in   some   boring   fortune   500   company   that   allowed   his   wife   and   son   to   live   an   affluent  ,   and   privileged   life  . his   mother  however  ,   was   the   real deal  ,   often   using   their   sum   of   wealth   to   donate   to   multiple   charities  ,  organizations  , etc, she was  dedicated  to  keeping  new  york  city  (  and  all  who  lived there  )  clean  and  safe   , and  she instilled  those  same  values  onto  her  son.

          some people are born lucky  ,  and others  ,  lucky  to  be  born  .   warner  was  the  first  option  .  his childhood  was  nothing  short  of  happiness  ,  and  happiest  days  were  with  his  mother  ,  for  as  long  as he  could  remember  ,  any happy  moment  in  his childhood  was  faded  right  into  her.

          things  took  a  drastic  change  his freshman  year  of  (  private  obvy lmao  )  high-school   .   warner’s  mother  was  diagnosed  with  breast  cancer  ,  and  little  to  his  knowledge  ,  it wasn’t  looking  pretty  from  the  start  .  she was  frequently  in  and  out  of the hospital  for  a  few  months  at  a  time  and  it  was  not  looking  good  on  any  fronts  .  one  day  when  she  went  to  the  hospital  it seemed  like  she  never  left  ,  maybe  she  didn’t  ,  those  days  were  a blur  for  warner  to  be  honest  .  watching  his  mother  lose  life  , every  single  day  was  not  a task  he  was  up  for  .

          by  then  it  was  just  warner  and  his  father  ,  they  were  all  they  had  in  the big  city  . (  when  he  wasn’t  always  away  on business  )  warner  grew  up  in   that  big  luxy  town  house  all  by  himself  ,  with  the  company  of  loyal  maids  ,  chefs  ,   and  nannies  of course  .  but  in  high  school  , the  more  he  really submerged  himself  into  it  ,  it  was  a  crazy  world  &  he  loved  it  .  whilst  getting  demands  from  his  father  in  tokyo  to  attend  those  boring  sailing  classes  ,  warner  instead  headed  out  to  their  beach  house  in  the  hamptons  for  an  early  20  rager  .

       warner  undoubtedly knew  the  power  he  possessed  ,   big  man  on  campus  type  &  it felt  good  , until  about towards  the  end  of his�� junior  year  he  was  honestly  all   partied   out  ,  but  of  course reputation  is   everything  ,  in  order  to  keep  up  thats  when  he  picked  up  the   real  ugly  habits  ,  that  were  of  course  fun  .  smoking  numerous  amounts  of  marijuana  ,  various  girls  in  -  and  -  out  every other  day  was  a  feeling  like  no  other  ,   he  knew  it  was  wrong  ,  he  knew  his  mom  would  be  ashamed  ,  him  doing  all these  things  and  not carrying  on  her  legacy  in  some  way .  but  he  couldn’t  help  himself  in a  all  honesty   ,   and   no  doubt  some  of  that  transitioned  over  in  college .

//   »    AES   :

          lost weekends partying  ,  chicken  wings  &  french  fries  ,  air  jordan  1′s  ,  gucci  guilty  cologne  ,  friday  night  lights  ,  clouds  of  smoke  &  red  eyes  ,  diamond  encrusted  jewelry  glistening  under  bright  lights  in  a  dark  room  ,  nike  sweatsuits  ,  game  winning  moves  ,  new  york  city  at  night  ,  hamptons  in  the  summer  ,  spring  break  in  miami  ,  impulsive decisions  .

//   »    TL;DR   :

(  and  some  stuff  i  probably  missed  oops  )  warner  is  a  conflicted  mama’s   boy  who  knows  half  the  shit  he does  is  wrong  but  can’t  stop  .  after  his  mothers passing  he had  an absent father  who seemed  to  always  be  away  on  business  ,  only  in  town  for  a  month  or  two  ,  missing  his sons’ multiple  feats   to  keep  himself  distracted  from  the  fact  that  his  wife  was  no  longer  with  them. created  immense daddy  issues  for  warner  ,  especially  since  he  was  a  standout  football  star  &  2x   stage  champ in  high  school  ,  and is  currently  playing  collegiality  for  the  irish ,  with  dreams  of  making  it  in  the  nfl  cause  screw  his  dad  he  don’t  wanna  go   2  the  navy   ,   or  work  for  dat  company # not  gonna  happen .  warner  took  great  advantage  of  wealth  &  his  fathers  absence  ,  but  he’s  lowkey  partied  out  in  college  ,  or  so  he likes  to  say  but  he fakes  it ‘till  he  makes  it bc  he  doesn’t  his  brothers  to think  he’s  lame . HE’S  LIVING  FOR  EVERYBODY  BUT  HIM  BASICALLY .

//   »    HEADCANONS    :

warner  is  on  a  football  scholarship  majoring  in  environmental  science  bc  although  he  most  likely  won’t  do  shit  w/  da  degree its  for  mommy  .

he can EASILY  be  manipulated  or  taken  advantage  of  ,  he’s  book  smart  but lowkey  dumber  than  a  fucking  box  of  rocks 

immastonerbyyoungthug.mp3  .  occasionally ,  but  ,  more  so  than  that  ?  he  always  manages  to  flush  out  his  system  in  time  if  needed  be  ,  but  he  loves  2  roll  up  #  stress relief 

a  BEAST  on  that  field  (  student  athlete  meme  here  )

has  all  the  canon  gray  tattoos  bc  fuck  what  dad  thinks  .  he  wears  a solid  16 inch gold  chain  ,  and  another  of  the same  length with  his  moms’  name  on  it  , never  fucking  takes  it  off  ,  showers  with  it  cause  he  can  .

ok  ........  he  rich  ,  but  like  not  i  can  do  whatever  i  want  rich  ???  he  may  not  ever  have  to  work  a  day  in  his   life  ,  but  he  don’t  got  the pull  u  think  he  does  w/  his  dumb  ass  u  probably  couldn’t  even  tell  he’s  got  money  with  his  minimalist  fashion  sense  .

he  has  a  higher  moral  compass  than  most  of  his  frat  bros  ,  but  the  stupid  shit  he does  ,  u most  likely  won’t  even  be  able  to tell  ,  he’s  definitely  a  serial  romeo  and  a  heartbreaker  ,  one  compliment  ?  he’s  ready  to  drop  his  pants  &  fall  in  love  w/   u  .

HE DUMB  ,  but  like  he  can  talk  his  way  into  &  out  of  anything  ,  most  of  the  time  ,  batting  those  big  brown  eyes  &  a  million  dollar  smile  has  saved  his  ass  on  multiple  occasions  .

//   »    WANTED CONNECTIONS   :

EX-GIRLFRIEND :  i’m  thinking  his  first  &  only  “  serious  “  relationship  while  in  college  .  were  going  pretty  steady  until  he  cheated  on  her  (  hmm wc  on  who  he  cheated  on  her w/ ??  ) ,  she  never  found  out  but  that  guilt  ate warner TF UP  so  he  cut  things  off  with  her  via  text  message  and blocked  her  number  ,  ignores  her  any  chance  he  gets  ‘till  this  day  ,  cause  he  doesn’t  have  any  balls  and  cannot  face  his  fears  .

FRAT BROS  : lowkey  what  i’m  MOST  excited  for  asdfgh  like  whoever  is  in  beta  lambada mu  hit  me  the  fuck UP so  we  can  discuss  dynamics  ,  roomates  ,  allat  .

FOOTBALL TEAM  : same  for  above  ,  he’s  lowkey  cocky  &  got  sly  comments  when  he’s  on  the  field  ,  he constantly  humbles  himself  but  can’t  helps  it  ,  he is  hot  shit  and  he  knows  it  , how does  his  team  feel  ab  that  ??  w/  his  defensive  ass  !

GOOD-LUCK CHARM  :  prolly  a  girl  (  bonus  points  if  a  cheerleader  ???  im  not  picky  tho  i promise  if  ur  muse  don’t  shake  poms  idc  )  it  happened  out  the  blue  ,  they  screamed  his  name  while  the  team  was  walking  out  for  a  game  ,  and  she  called  that  he’d  get  3  td’s  and  thats  exactly  what  he  did  now  they  joke  ab  it  and  shit  (  maybe  a  goodluck  kiss b4  games  bc  its  warner lolol  ) idk  i  came  up  wit  it  on the  spot but  i love  it.

//   »    MISC   :

i’m a dumbass  &  this  got  way  longer  than  i  expected  but  if  u  made  it   all  the  way  thru  ily . 

[sibillascribbles08]

It’s midnight and I’m a big sad time to write a scruff idea I had eons ago, pre-season 8, maybe I’ll scrap up a sequel tomorrow lmaooo

Dareth smiled as he put the last of the glasses in order. The first month of Laffy’s had been nothing short of of a success, even with the rowdy crowds he’d get on weekends. It was nice to have something to focus on since the ninja were no longer nearby.

Course, a lot of this success lended itself to the person who helped him get this location in the first place. Dareth glanced back at Ronin who was still here long past closing. By now he was half napping on the counter, hat on his head.

Dareth stepped over, a bit worried to see that glass of tequila was gone as well. He seemed to be drinking a lot.

“Ronin?” He tapped his arm as gently as he good.

Ronin shot up, his hat almost falling off in the process. He adjusted to get it out of his eyes. “Huh? What’s up?”

“You okay?” Dareth leaned on the counter and frowned. “I knew I should have cut you off after that last glass.”

“I’m fine.” Ronin snorted and snatched up his glass. He moved to take a sip from it, only to realize it was empty. His expression turned to shock.

Dareth shook his head. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Ronin blew his hair out of his face before taking his hat off to fix it. “Just thought it would... ease my nerves.”

“Hah, what?” Dareth grinned. “What are you nervous about?”

“I’m leaving.”

That made his smile drop. “Huh?”

“Come on, Dareth, did you not noticing me clearing out my pawn shop?” Ronin slouched against the counter again. “Trust me, it’s been fun, but I can’t stick around in one place for too long. People get suspicious. People pick up my trail. I need to move around and work again for a while. Besides, Ninjago City is less than ideal considering the amount of security it has.”

Dareth wanted to argue that maybe Ronin could quit this line of work and try doing something else. He was more than capable with his skills as a mechanic, a hacker, a salesman, hell, Ronin could probably do anything he wanted to.

But considering that, Dareth knew that this was what Ronin wanted to do. He wouldn’t interfere.

“When?” He asked instead. “When are you heading out?”

Ronin avoided his gaze. “Tomorrow morning.”

His mouth dropped open. “Wh– tomorrow? And you didn’t think to tell me until now?”

“Cause I knew you’d be mad!”

“I’m mad because you didn’t tell me sooner.” Dareth groaned. “Christ Ronin, I haven’t even gotten to thank you for all over this.”

“You don’t need to.” Ronin waved a hand.

“Shouldn’t we at least hang out or something before you leave.”

“We’re doing that right now.”

“Yeah, while you can barely sit up straight.”

Ronin wobbled on his stool before he stopped himself. “Ugh, look, I’m sorry I... I was planning out in my head of telling you I was going along with some other stuff but I’m no good at it. I still don’t know how to say the rest of it.”

“The rest of it?”

Ronin sputtered for a moment. He picked up his glass, as if begging for it to fill itself up. “Like, you know, you’re pretty fun to be around. You might screw up a lot but– Wait, no I’m wording that wrong. I mean, even when you make mistakes you try and make up for them. Hell, you’re always working as hard as you can and...” He trailed off. “Ugh, I have no idea where this is going.”

Dareth smiled, ignoring the buzzing in his chest. “It’s fine, I get it. I’ll miss you too, Ronin.”

The man’s gaze shot up, as if he was scared. “What? No that’s not what I–I mean I will miss you, yes, hopefully I won’t have to be gone for long but uh, I was trying to... What I meant...” Ronin let his head fall forward, his forehead thumping against the wood. “I’m not good at this.”

Dareth shook his head. “Ronin you’re tired, and not sober. Not really the best time for... whatever it is you’re trying to do.”

“Is it not obvious?” Ronin groaned. “I’m worse than I thought.”

Dareth laughed. “I appreciate you trying to be sincere. Just come find me tomorrow before you leave, tell me then.” He nudged the man’s shoulder to try and get him to sit up. “Or tell me when you get back.”

Ronin met his gaze as he sat up one more time. Something about his gaze was intense. Dareth’s breath caught in his throat.

“Well, one other thing.” Ronin adjusted his hat as he stood. “Can you hang onto something for me while I’m gone?”

Dareth tried not to cringe, not wanting to imagine what it was. As long as it wasn’t some cursed weapon again. “Sure, no problem. What is it?”

He expected a verbal response, or for something to clunk on the counter from who knew where Ronin hid it. Instead, Ronin was quiet. His gaze darted down once, twice, before he leaned closer.

Dareth heart stuttered in his chest. What was he doing? Couldn’t be what Dareth was thinking. No way.

Doubt kept running through his mind until Ronin gently touched his his chin to pull him closer and their lips met.

Oh.

Oh.

That’s what Ronin had been trying to say.

Realization kept him so dumbstruck that he didn’t move when Ronin pulled away. The blush on his face had spread all the way to his ears, and the word “adorable” crossed Dareth’s mind, but he couldn’t move.

“Um, yeah, hang onto that.” Ronin rubbed the back of his head. “Maybe... maybe when I get back you’ll be willing to return it.”

“Sure,” Was all Dareth could manage to mumble out. His whole face felt hot.

Ronin adjusted his hat to cover his face as he shuffled toward the door, stumbling once. “Right, I better go. Got some last minute things to get ready, um...” He looked back when he got to the door. “I’ll see you around, okay?”

Dareth hated himself for just nodding. Could he really not think of anything to say? Then again, with how fast Ronin dashed into the street, perhaps the man didn’t want to hear Dareth’s response right now.

Perhaps he was too afraid if Dareth accepted it that he wouldn’t be able to leave.

Part of him wanted to rush after him, call him back, hug him, smooch him, talk about what an oblivious idiot he was for not realizing what Ronin was trying to say.

But Dareth’s legs refused to move. In the end he sighed, picking up the used glass and putting it in the dish washing rack for the morning.

Ronin would come back. Maybe by then Dareth could do more than just stutter.

Maybe.

[linaisbluepancake]

ngl ur like the first person I thought of when I saw the masks were based off of familiars/representative animals. u can do it tho, i believe in you!!!

Pls tell is because u inmediatley thpugh “lmaooo she’s screwed” cause that wpuld be funny afThank you dor the support on this jajaja ill come up with it better tomorrow tbh, i have classes the whole day so ill get bored, wich means ill probably doodle a lot ignoring my sying wrist

[webarebears-imagines]

How would Grizz and Ice Bear become a couple, and what would their first kiss be like? How does Panda react?

Okay… Nebulousariahere. I want to address something before we get started.It’s about how certain people HATE shipping the bears together.Whether it’s because they find breaking their brotherly bondunwholesome. Whether it’s because those people find incestdeplorable, disgusting, what have you. Before you pick upyour torches and pitch forks and start hunting for witches, allow meto address these things right now.

Will any romanticrelationship ever arise between the bears? Psh, no. It’s going toremain as it is; a story about three brothers who are outsiderstrying to fit in and finding their place in the world.Butthis blog RIGHT HERE is about exploring the different facets of thesecharacters in any way shape or form. This is NOT the show. If youhave a problem with this blog because of bear shipping, then you needto go turn on your T.V and watch the original source material. It’sstill there. Will this ever happen on the show? No, we all know that.Let me repeat: But this is not the show. I hope some ofyou remember that that when you’re bullying people online fortrying to enjoy their favorite characters being explored in ways theyenjoy. I hope you remember this before you go out and you yell atpeople for their “deplorable” and “toxic” ways, saying thatthey’re most likely gross people in real life for shipping certaincharacters together, meanwhile you go and bully people because youyourselves treat fiction like reality. Just because some people shipcertain characters together doesn’t mean they condone incest,emotional abuse in relationships, etc.

Just because agroup of people grow up together doesn’t mean that they are actualbrothers and that their relationship can’t grow into somethingelse. For some reason, you guys were so adamant about protectingtheir precious brotherly love that some of you started actingunwholesome at best and antagonistic at worst. I get that you don’tlike shipping the bears, but harassing people because they do isn’tcool.

If you have aproblem with the way people write certain characters, then justignore it. There’s no point in getting angry over something soharmless.

And remember thatthis also applies to people who get angry at others for writingcertain characters as gay, which normally goes against the canon ofthe show, book, movie, etc. You guys… This is just fiction. Whocares what other people do with it?

I’m sorry Ihad to get all preachy all of a sudden, but the policing that certainpeople commit in fandoms is out of hand. I know that not all of youare like this, but dammit, a lot of you are, and a lot of youantagonized people so much that they left the fandom and watch theshow from a distance, refusing to interact with us and send us askslike these because they’re afraid of getting flack from others. Iknow the person who sent this ask and I won’t reveal their identitybecause – jesus, I’m making it sound like this person is beingkept safe by the secret service or some shit LMAOOO. This is a stupidproblem but hey, people like to make things complicated, don’tthey? That this person used anon to send us this ask speaks volumesabout all this…  They even asked me how I felt about bear shippingand after I let them know I’m okay with it, that’s when they toldme that they ship Grizz and Ice Bear. I realize that thisisn’t at the level of Steven Universe fandom insanity, but thatdoesn’t mean I shouldn’t be harsh when addressing these problemsin a different fandom.  And hopefully this will get people to comeout and send us more asks like these. To get mine and Sudzee’screative muscles working!Now I have to put the ask in areadmore, oh boy oh boy. Sorry about all that you guys. Well, that’sbasically it! Let’s get things started, shall we?

Itwas so sudden. This feeling of longing after someone. For someone whohe spended nearly every day with. Somehow seeing Grizz laughing,excitedly shouting like a child no longer annoyed the polar bear. Hefound it endearing.

At first, Ice hatedhimself for feeling this way, for succumbing to an emotion he thoughtmade him weak. This was his brother, he always took pride in beinghis older brother, there was no chance that Grizz would ever like himback that way. Ice Bear knew his limitations, and while he had knownhe was gifted in various ways, he believed that Grizz would prefer tobe with someone more verbal, more lively, someone who could actuallymatch his level of energy and excitement.

Ice Bear beganavoiding Grizz, telling himself that these feelings would pass. Yetwherever he went, the grizzly bear followed. To the store, to thekitchen, to the city, through the forest, even his fridge at somepoint. Grizz would talk to him through the closed door, and wouldnever leave until very late. Ice Bear never had the heart to tell himto leave. He even popped up in the bathroom onetime.“Ice Bear is bathing.” Ice said, covering hisbody with the shower curtain.

“Yeah, I know. Ijust… wanted to let you know that meat con is coming around nextThursday.”

Grizz was actinginsufferably bashful. Ice Bear should’ve been the one feelingembarrassed, but Grizz was unorthodox in every way you could thinkof. The polar bear somehow wasn’t surprised at this, just annoyed.

“Ice Bearknows. And Ice Bear was already convinced to go.” Against hisbetter judgment, Ice Bear had agreed to go with Grizz to meat conweeks ago. It was like Grizz had robbed him of his ability to say no.

“Ahhh, yeah,right, totally. It’s just, I wanted to make sure you were still onboard.”

“Leave.”

“Are you for realabout going with me? Like, are you reeeeeally sure? I bought thetickets.” He shoved the tickets just inches away from Ice Bear’swet snout. Ice saw Grizz’s desperate eyes poke out from behind thetwo tickets, seemingly tiny compared to the giant pieces of paper inhis face.

“Ice Bear knowsyou bought the tickets.”

“… Bro?”

“Sigh… Yes.”

“Awesome! This isgonna be so-” And Ice Bear kicked his body through the closed door.They had to get it replaced. Grizz followed him to the departmentstore and back all the way home, to the bathroom door frame. Grizzchattered away at him the whole time while trying to take care offixing everything. Screwing the hinges, holding the door, etc, allbecause he was the big brother, so he should be the one to take careof everything. Despite how haughty that sounded, Ice Bear couldn’tstay mad at him for very long, and Grizz took notice of that. Darnhim. Darn him and his boyish smile.

Meat con was fun,and it made Ice feel nervous, mostly because of the dozens of selfiesthat Grizz wanted to take with him in the same frame. Dozens ofpictures were taken that day. At some point they slammeda rude jerk in the face with a hanging ham and caught it on video.Grizz knew it would go viral, he just knew it. He was exhilarated.When they heard the announcement that there would be acook off, Grizz grabbed Ice Bear and dragged him to the stage. Hedeclared that there was no one he knew who could cook better than his“awesome little bro,” raising his arm above his head in earlyvictory. It garnered a lot of hateful looks, but Ice Bear didn’tmind. He was simply happy to be held in such high esteem by Grizz.And he knew he was right. There wasn’t anyone who could cook betterthan Ice Bear, he knew.

The firedepartment’s sirens could be heard throughout the neighborhoodlater that day. Apparently it was just unseemly for a human to bedefeated by a bear when it comes to cuisine, so one of thecontestants tried to cheat by sabotaging the bear. Unfortunately forhim his plan backfired, literally, and meat con ended in adeliciously scented blaze.

Grizz’s bellyrumbled fiercely as they set off toward the bus, the scent of roastedpork bacon and steak permeating into that characteristic SanFrancisco smog. Grizz told Ice Bear how much fun it was to spend timewith him.

“You’re like thebest person to spend time with. Nothing is ever not exciting with youaround.”

Ice Bear was takenaback. “Ice Bear doesn’t understand.”

“What’s that?”He asked, quirking his head to the side in a very cat-like manner,his boyish smile never fading.

“Ice Bear is…”And for a moment he stopped to take a deep breath to ready what hewas about to say, but Grizz was always quicker to speak.“What’sup, bro? You feeling alright? You’re never this… You never notknow what to say. I mean, you always know what you wanna say. Howcome you’re breathing all weird?”Now it was IceBear’s turn to be confused. He never knew what to say to people.The polar bear had very few words he could ever share with hisbrothers, not to mention strangers. He was quiet because he knew helacked a quality that others took for granted, the ability to havelong conversations with each other. Granted, he felt that mostconversations never really got to the point, and Ice Bear was nothingif not quick and methodical.

But being told healways knew what to say? Him? Silent shadowy Ice Bear? “Ice Bear isalways quiet.”

“Hey, that’strue, but,” he said that last word at length, putting a paw to hischin as though thinking a very deep thought. “when you do talk, youalways say what you mean to say like reeeally fast. I mean, sometimesit doesn’t make any sense, but I like that about you.” He shoutedthat last bit. His smile was wider than usual, and that was sayingsomething. “You’re just… so so sooo cool, dude. Everything thatwe do together is exciting. We take pictures in front of pigs wearinghats, we totally get to wail on jerks who try to pick on you, and weenter cook offs and win! It’s awesome!”

“Ice Bear is…quiet. Is that okay?”

Grizz tilted hishead in confusion. “Whaddya mean?”

“Is it alright forIce Bear to be… silent?”

“Well sure it is!Why wouldn’t it be? People are different, and that’s what’s sofun about life! And it’s what makes you fun too!” He side huggedIce Bear tightly, and when Ice looked down, he thought he saw abright red blush lining Grizz’ snout, but then he thought that itmust’ve been his own and nothing else. “I love spending time with you bro.”

“Really?” “Yeah! Of course it’s true! I like spending time with you more than anything.” He gasped and let go of Ice. “Don’t tell Pan Pan I said that, it would kill him. Ohhh, I can’t pick favorites! I’m the older brother!” Throughout all this he dramatically threw his arms in the air and buried his head in his paws.

And soon IceBear began to feel stupid for feeling so defeatist. That was unlikehim. It was like he forgot how amazing Ice Bear actually was. Ice Bear had a certain suspicion for months by then. Why was Grizz acting more clingy than usual around him, and him alone? Maybe it was a false hope he was feeding himself, but Ice Bear wanted to believe that Grizz’s feelings dug deeper than just a familial bond.

When they got offthe bus and walked toward the cave, Ice hugged Grizz from behind,surprising the big bear.

And unable tocontain himself: “Ice Bear likes Grizz.”

“What? Oh, uh. Ilike you too bro.”

“No… Ice Bear…Likes… Grizz.”

Grizz was quick topick up on what he meant.

“Ohmygosh! Youlike me!?”

Ice Bear felt readyto die before he realized that his brother was excited, not angry.  

Grizz tackled him tothe ground, hugging him and nuzzling his chest, telling him how muchhe liked him back.

And then all thosemonths of his older brother clinging to him, finding reasons to spendtime with him, from the biggest events to the most mundane, all of itmade sense. Grizz had feelings for him this whole time.

[raganandhersurveys]

6/11/20~CIV

~Ready to answer 151 Questions?

 1. When was the last time you swam in a pool?

~last summer.... i really need to go soon 

 2. Do you like to party? 

~if it’s with people i like, for sure. the parties that people from my highschool throw are kinda lame tho://

 3. If your ex suddenly kissed you right now, what would you do?

~i don’t think my heart could take it because i lowkey still have feelings for him soooooo

 4. Are you a virgin?

~yes

 5. What are your parents views on your relationships? 

~my parents supported both in the beginning. i honestly didn’t open up to them a lot about my first boyfriend so i never truly told them about how bad our breakup was. however, my second boyfriend was different because our dads were best friends in high school. he was really close to my dad so my dad supported it and that made me happy. but since we aren’t together anymore it’s really hard for my dad to even mention him anymore. 

6. If you ran into your current boyfriend/crush in 10 years, would you marry them?

~i don’t really have either one at the moment 

7. Is your best friend dating anyone?

~yes 

 8. Describe the shirt you’re wearing?

~it’s a tiffany blue ribbed t-shirt from aerie 

 9. Do people who wear Hollister and Abrercrombie every day bother you?

~no because that was me in middle school. along with j.crew ://

10. Could you go out in public without wearing make-up?

~lol yes 

11. What is one feature that you don’t like? 

~on me, my butt lol

12. Would people describe you as happy?

~i think so but it would also depend on who you asked 

13. Are you single? 

~i am

 14. Does it bother you that pretty much every survey you take asks if you’re single? 

~i mean yeahhhhhh just because i’m still going through it from my last relationship 

 15. Do you have Tumblr? 

~......

16. What about Xanga? 

~i have no idea what that is lmaooo i feel like that makes me sound super young 

17. Have you ever babysat before? 

~yep

 18. Is there a teacher who you absolutely hate?

~i wouldn’t say HATE but i’ve had a couple of teachers that i wasn’t a fan of but it was just because our personalities 

19. Ever shopped at Sephora? 

~more of a ulta girl but yes  

20. If your current boyfriend/crush suddenly moved away, what would you do?

~again, don’t have one 

 21. Do you have any university plans? 

~i start applying to colleges this fall ughhh pray for me 

 22. If your best friend revealed she was a homosexual, what would you do? 

~well it would definitely surprise me because she has a boyfriend buttt i would obviously be supportive of her decision and still love her just as much 

23. What are your views on sex?

~it’s a great thing ya feel 

24. Do sexual questions bother you? 

~not at all 

25. Would you rather have sex with your boyfriend or break up?

~ummmm that sounds like some narcissistic stuff ahaha 

26. Have you ever dreamed about your wedding?

~ughhhh yes 

27. Does it bother you when people TYpe 1yk dis’? 

~yeah lol i kinda have a stroke reading it 

 28. Do you delete pictures of you and your exes off of Facebook? 

~lol yeah?? 

 29. Would you ever date a friends Ex? 

~my friends have ugly exes so no lmaoooooo

 30. What’s the last book you read?

~me and sydney are currently reading since you’ve been gone 

31. Ready for 10 simple questions? 

~hit it 

32. What is your last name? 

~quate

 33. What grade are you in?

~i just finished my junior year so i’m going into 12th 

 34. What school do you go to?

~i’m not gonna reveal that srry

 35. Summer, Fall, Winter or Spring? 

~fall

 36. Favorite Color?

~pink

 37. Are your parents together?

~nope

38. Any siblings?

~i have one sister

 39. Favorite subject? 

~choir or literature 

40. Least favorite subject? 

~mathhhhhh

 41. Favorite song? 

~i’ve been super into slowed and reverbed stuff rn so any hip-hop/rnb song slowed 

42. Okay. Simple questions are over. Happy? 

~lol yeahhhhh

43. How many friends do you have on Facebook? 

~i don’t have facebook lol but on insta i have 787

 44. Ever been requested by some old guy from another country?

~yeah

 45. Have you ever googled yourself? 

~yep

46. Have a Formspring?

~again, proof that i’m young i assume lol

47. You’re offered free tickets to a Justin Bieber concert. What do you do? 

~obviously go cause they’re free lmao

 48. Would you rather spend the day at an amusement park or a water park? 

~amusement 

49. Been to Disney world? 

~i have but it’s been so long 

 50. If someone posts their status “9 Inches :(” do you know what they mean? 

~bahahah uhhh i’m thinkin of something but i don’t think that’s what you’re referencing 

 51. Ever had a boyfriend? 

~mhmm

52. Ever had a huge crush on someone who still doesn’t know?

~omg so many. i will never tell someone i like them until they tell me first or they make it super obvious they like me back 

 53. Have you done something in the last week that you regret? 

~most likely. i can’t remember anything specifically tho 

. 54. Ever drank alcohol?

~yes

 55. Know anyone who’s currently doing drugs?

~yes 

56. Ever watched The Hills?

~i’ve heard of it. i think it came on mtv in like the 2000s??

 57. What about Jersey Shore? 

~ughhh yes my mom and i still watch the reruns 

58. Ever called someone a slut? 

~as a joke 

 59. What do you think of short shorts?

~i wear them but not the ones where my whole ass is hanging out aha 

60. Does it bother you if people swear around you?

~nope 

 61. Have you ever gotten an A in a subject?

~i have 

62. What about a B?

~mhmm

63. And a C?

~yes hate chem dude :(

 64. How about a D?

~nope 

 65. Ever skived?

~idk what that is 

66. Would you consider yourself popular and outcast or somewhere in the middle?

~between popular and the middle. i’ve never been an outcast 

 67. Are most of your friends older or younger than you? 

~my best friends are roughly my age, give or take a few months 

68. Ever been stabbed in the back by a close friend? 

~oh yes 

69. Do you think it’s immature when people laugh at the number 69?

~my humor can be immature so it doesn’t bother me 

 70. Ever watched porn?

~not on purpose lol

 71. How many laws do you think you’ve broken in the past month?

~none

72. Do you wake up with an alarm clock?

~when i had to go to school. man it feels like it’s been literal ages since i’ve been 

 73. Do you prefer Wednesdays or Thursdays? 

~when i was in school, thursdays because it’s closer to the weekend but since quarantine i usually forget what day it is anyway

 74. If your school had a Glee Club would you join?

~ahah yeah my choir teacher would make me 

75. Ever performed in a talent show?

~many times 

 76. Have you ever cried in public? 

~maybe twice as an older person. i hate crying in public 

 77. Do you have a favorite between your Mom and your Dad? 

~no there are things between both of parents that i relate better on

78. Would you audition or a reality talent competition? 

~nope

79. How many celebrity crushes have you had? 

~so many

 80. How many non-celebrity crushes have you had? 

~not near as many 

 81. Name 5 male celebrities who you think are attractive

~jimmy garapollo, kelly oubre jr., dave franco, jamie dornan, and mark wahlberg

82. Name 5 female celebrities who you think are attractive

~madison beer, margot robbie, angelina jolie, julia roberts, and alicia silverstone

 83. Ever been compared to a celebrity?

~nope 

84. Have any embarrassing pictures on Facebook?

~ok for the record everything that says Facebook, i’m inserting Instagram instead. but no i have taken down anything i deem embarrassing 

85. Do you think spending £20 on Lip Gloss is a waste of money? 

~it depends on the brand and if it has good reviews 

 86. Are you opinionated?

~lol yes

 87. Do you have a favorite store? 

~target, goodwill, urban outfitters, and antique stores 

 88. Would you ever wear Flare Jeans?

~yesss i love them 

 No. 89. Do you own jeans that aren’t skinny? 

~yeah quite a few 

 90. Have you ever worn the same outfit twice in one week? 

~lol yes 

91. What’s the longest period of time you’ve been away from school?

~lol 3 months ig since corona 

 92. Do you google abbreviations you don’t understand?

~sure?

93. Does it bother you when people have cats as their profile picture?

~lol no i love cats soooo it’s good with me 

 94. Own a pair of converse?

~yes

 95. Is there a teacher at your school who has obvious favorites?

~LMAOOO yes

 96. If yes, are you one of them? 

~not for the one i’m thinking of 

 97. Do you text in class?

~yeah sometimes 

 98. What brand of jeans do you wear the most? 

~american eagle 

 99. At what point do you think sizes are “Plus Sized?

~like 18?

100. Do you want to lose weight? 

~a little, yeah 

101. Ever seen a therapist?

~yes 

102. Ever watched porn?

~not on purpose 

103. Ever purposely ignored a text?

~all the dang time 

104. A facebook message?

~all the time 

105. A poke?

~idk what that is 

106. A friend request?

~yes but if i don’t want them to follow me i’ll usually just decline it 

107. Would you say you read into things too much? 

~definately 

 108. Is your best friend more likely to be the one suggesting something stupid or refusing to do something stupid?

~refusing for sure. i usually suggest the stupid stuff 

109. Do you have a “fun friend?” (A friend who you have tons of fun with but you never really have deep conversations?) 

~yeah quite a few but they aren’t my best friends

110. Ever been called a bully?

~probably but like i don’t remember 

111. Ever purposely hurt yourself? 

~no

112. Ever gone to church? 

~yep

113. Would you call either of your parents screw ups? 

~lol no 

 114. If you turned out exactly like your mom would you be pleased? 

~uhhh not really. i love my mom but we are NOT the same

 115. What do you want to do with your life?

~just to be happy i guess 

116. Let me guess… You have brown hair?

~i do actually 

 117. Already know what you’re being for Halloween?

~not yettttt

 118. Do you still go Trick or Treating? 

~no, i feel like once you turn like 17 people give you weird looks 

 119. Ever liked someone WAY older than you?

~lol alwaysssss

120. Does it bother you when people have really loud conversations on the bus?

~i guess a little but i don’t even know the last time i rode a bus

121. When you have sunglasses on, do you stare at people? 

~yeah but not on purpose 

122. Ever had a credit card denied? 

~i don’t have a credit card

123. What’s the last movie you watched? 

~uhhh this movie my mom was watching called what lies beneath 

 124. Last TV Show? 

~wildin out 

125. You see your Ex making out with one of your friends. What do you do?

~probably cry not gonna lie 

127. Are you american?

~i am 

 128. Ever made yourself throw up? 

~nope 

129. Have you ever kissed someone who wasn’t your boyfriend? 

~i have 

130. Are you Cute or Gross? 

~probably gross

 131. Does it bother you when people say “LOOK HOW MUCH YOU’VE GROWN!”?

~no but they are definitely lying because i haven't grown since 7th grade 

 132. Can you say intelligent things around the guy you like?

~lol yes?

133. Ever had the lead in a play? 

~i have!

134. What about a solo in a concert? 

~yes as well 

 135. What kind of a student are you? 

~an a/b student for the most part 

 136. Worst subject? 

 ~It was always math<---- mood 

 137. Best subject?

~choir or literature 

138. Ever had a crush on a teacher? 

~no but i’ve always wished i would have a hot teacher 

 139. Would it bother you if you found out that your mother was pregnant? 

~yeah because my mom can’t have kids anymore 

140. How late do you sleep in?

~like 9:30; i don’t sleep late 

141. Do you edit your profile pictures before posting them?

~lol yeah

142. Be 100% honest. Do you have any friends who are uglier than you? 

~my friends are all beautiful genuinely 

143. Do you believe in love?

~i do 

 144. Would you consider yourself a good student?

~mhmm

145. Does it bother you when Surveys ask “Did you like this survey?” 

~no but it’s kind of a stupid question 

 146. Salty, Sweet, Sour or Spicy?

~spicy for sure 

147. Are you going into High School this year? 

~no, this will be my last year :((

148. What about Junior High?

~lmaooooo thank goodness no

149. What is one thing someone could say to you right now that would make you cry?

~you’re ugly bahaha

 150. Where did you find this note?

~tumblr????

151. Last question. How many unread messages are in your phone? 

~none at the moment 

[understandingthevoices]

I appreciate the well thought out response! Lets do a quick survey- In regards to the narcs you have personally dealt with, what careers are they in? On to a heavier question- what type of person would be a good partner for the narc- not someone for the supply and fuel, but truly who would be compatible with the narc and help him/her get out of their narc behaviors? So not someone that would continue the supply but someone that can actually help and be in a fulfilling relationship with the narc?

no problem ! hmm so i haven’t dealt with many - at least not in a close enough proximity that would allow me to definitively diagnose them (usually there is something so off about them that i keep away; my close friends have always been nothing but highly empathetic and supportive) - but i do have my suspicions about a few people i know and have come in contact with, including the ex and the friend. the ex and one of my acquaintances i highly suspect is a narc are in med school (allow me to voice my disgust here… they really have no place treating patients…i wish med schools screened for lack of empathy and compassion tbh) and then the friend works in an investment firm in wall street – which imo is a much more suitable career for the narc types. i can’t see him even batting an eye at the immoral actions they probs have him do day after day; i genuinely don’t think he would have any trouble financially screwing some poor person over as long as it meant he was getting rewarded for it

but it’s actually a very interesting (albeit sad) reality that the traits that one associates with narcissism - a lack of empathy/compassion, an emphasis on self-aggrandizement, on showboating, on self-fulfillment, on selfishness - are very much the traits that allow individuals to prosper and get ahead in the professional/career world. the empaths, that are too concerned with other people’s feelings and how they might be affected - often fall far far behind as a result of their inherent nature to think about others… and this is true for all careers, including some you wouldn’t think about - like medicine, unfortunately

so now your next question – which hits pretty close to home, as you can imagine. since my ex was a narc i thought about this question often, especially when the breakup was more recent, and wondered if he was gonna treat his next supply different, if maybe she’d have some insider narc knowledge that i didn’t… but tbh from the outside i know its just the same old fake love that i’m so familiar with… gagi don’t think there really is a partner that would be good for the narc, and who the narc won’t just treat as supply/fuel. i know it may seem i’m biased here, but i’m trying my very best to be as rational as possible the thing is, the narc screens out people who he knows he can’t manipulate - people that have such a strong sense of self, are hella outspoken, won’t ever give him the benefit of the doubt, those that have heard about his antics from other people - so those people are not even in the running when the narc decides to get into a relationship. so the only people really left are the empaths, which of course act as the supply/fuel for the narc… and once they recognize the narcissistic abuse (this usually comes later - but once they recognize their needs aren’t being met and their emotions are being ignored), and subsequently become outspoken, stand up for themselves, demonstrate that they won’t be walked all over, etc, the narc initially tries to gaslight, then tries to manipulate the situation in his favor, but then finally realizes the situation is hopeless and leaves, only to be tied up with another empath supply a few weeks later…so for that reason, i can’t think of any kind of personality that would be a good partner for the narc, that would “help him get out of their narc behaviors” and even the notion of that very quote is dangerous —-thinking you can help a narc out of his behaviors is how the narc continues to keep his victim trapped; since his victims are empaths, they want to help him - it’s what they’ve done their whole life and been rewarded for - and so they think to themselves, oh maybe if i show him enough love, he’ll take off the mask and be actually loving with me… nOPE not how it worksinstead, the narc will continue to manipulate, by promising the empath he is gonna get better and is trying and only needs a bit more time and support, but now that the empath is helping them he’s SO CLOSE TO FINDING HIS TRUE SELF - but in reality he’s just continuing to string along the empath, knowing full well he has no desire or impulse to be better, work on himself, or take the necessary measures to become emotionally mature and healthy by going to therapy, etc

the bottom line is the narc doesn’t have the ability to emotionally connect to another human being, the idea of love as an emotion is so foreign to them… so they don’t care about others apart from what they do for him - and so because they only care what others do for them, they can easily replace themwhen they say “i love you” they really mean “i love to use you”soo when you’re with one, you’re just as replaceable as the cellphone they use everydayand of course, if your cellphone malfunctions, you just get a new onesame thing here if you leave or if you decide to not follow the script anymore, they’ll feel sad they lost a familiar supply but they won’t do anything about it - they won’t take responsibility for the relationship’s end or try to fix what was wrong…(even if you tell them exactly what it was and what they have to do to fix it) instead, they’ll just find a new supply who is more gullible, malleable, and subservient to their needs (what you were in the beginning) to take your place no harm no foul in their mindsand because they have no empathy they dont care about what you’re going thru as a result of their actions –

even when you google it, they say the only real therapy for narcissism is “talk therapy” - and if you’ve ever dealt with a narc, you know how that goes - THEY ARE MASTERS at social situations, especially ones that require them to talk/convince/persuade, and can manipulate any situation to their benefit, and i can definitely see them doing the same in therapy…so even if a narc dated a psychiatrist or a mental health aide, there just is no real way i can see that being/becoming healthy and fulfilling for the empath (the narc tho of course is fulfilled)the truth is despite the illusions of self-confidence and self-aggrandizement the narc is deeply insecure about who he is - and that’s why he puts on the social masks and has such a huge thirst for fuel/supply (which is really just validation) – it doesn’t even matter who that supply isand anyone that can see thru the mask and see the little insecure boy that has wanted for love and affirmation his whole life has gotta go he doesn’t care to fix the roots of insecurity… why would he? that would require him facing the truth & he’s as happy as a clam in his delusional world

in some of my other informal research, psychiatrists actually said to anyone in a relationship with a narcissist - don’t try to help them… just get out, you’ll just be wasting your precious time trying to help someone that doesn’t want to be helped. and if you don’t have that freedom - if there’s social or financial restrictions, for example -  you have to learn to manage your expectations. never expect the narc to be that loving, dutiful bf/husband/partner that you envisioned him being in the beginning - all of it was fake in an effort to lure you in and blind you to the real them – the person who he really is is the one you’re living with now - the selfish, controlling, mean one – and you have to learn to live with that. manage your expectations, and look for emotional fulfillment elsewhere, like in hobbies or friends, etc ngl i often felt like i was in a “loveless marriage” when i was with the narc… and i really did think i’m way too young to feel like this …where is my hollywood romance????? - but since i had nothing to compare it to and i was convinced he was the LOML who i was meant to be with i didn’t think it was as toxic as it ended up being

if i were to dig rly deep though, the only way to get a narc to cooperate and to think about your needs would be to present yourself as such a high-quality supply (supporting his selfcentered worldview, grandiose beliefs about himself, contributing to it even) and thereby foster dependence on you by the narc – thereby forcing the narc to meet your needs if he wants to continue getting his supply – something i tried doing but it was exhausting because he was only doing the VERY bare minimum and made me feel like a huge burden in his life as a resultplus i don’t think you should have to beg/manipulate someone into loving youit def worked for a while but it was just another twisted game in the end and not truly the “healthy and fulfilling relationship” i think you’re asking aboutit’s never gonna be fulfilling- just fuel-filling LOL (i had to do it lmaooo)

and that’s the realitynow if you have an avoidant attachment style and don’t require emotional fulfillment, then that’s a narc’s wet dream – they will never have to get better, and they’ll have the supply and fuel they need - but is that healthy and fulfilling for either person???? nah at that point they’re just enabling each other lmao