#Orry Main

[martianbugsbunny]

couldn't decide which one I liked more so I just did both

insp.

[tuanishere]

im sorry but there's 0 chance of them not being gay

[viridisvilla]

it's..it's uh TMNT 2003's 20th anniversary this week so-!

[trlblzd]

@pantachorei sent : ∗ 3o !  sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders .

IT WOULD APPEAR AS IF fate has found a way to make them meet over and over again. truth to be told, they have lost count of the amount of times that they and ratio have crossed paths given the number of events that they have been on. some instances are normal, met with QUICK conversation & idle chats that would sometimes be insightful and most of the time annoying. other instances, it would be DANGEROUS. filled with peril wherein he seems to constantly locate them in a fragile state after being hurt. it is funny, really. while he possesses a sharp tongue, the doctor has never once failed to give them his aid and look out for them whenever it is necessary. in some way they feel indebted to him. their life has been saved countless of times thanks to him and some injuries were MINIMIZED thanks to his rapid jump to help. this lack of hesitation of his is something that they come to appreciate and be fond of.

while they are used to his KINDNESS being expressed in that way, it is a first in this instance that he is doing something while they are not on the verge of death. the blanket that ratio wraps around them is not of their own --- the fabric soft and warm, enough to shield one from the cold and weighted enough so that it would be nice to feel whilst SLEEPING. it is not something that they expected to receive from someone like him but who are they to bite the hand that cares for them ? they are unable to hide the stunned expression on their face, mildly amused about how he tends to them when it is not necessary for him to do so. they would jokingly accuse him of having a soft spot for them but they hold back. he might retract his actions & huff at them so they merely chuckle.

" was there a temperature drop ? i thought for sure you'd keep this for yourself. it IS a really good blanket. did it not tickle your fancy ? " huddling a little more into the comforts of the given item, she suppose that this is fine to keep for themselves for the time being. should he try to WRENCH this away from their grasp, which, they doubt he will --- they will be sure to keep an iron grasp on it. " thank you. 're you busy ? we could share this if you'd like. " they giggle, scooting away just in case that were to have gotten on his nerves a tad.

" kidding, of course. unless ? "

[bits-and-babs]

Hi sweet Jas, can I please request some forced proximity smut? A tight space and a whole load of sexual tension 😮‍💨 the character is up to you! Thank you!

𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 — 𝐃𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍

» PAIRING : The Mandalorian x Reader

» CONTENTS : Dry humping, dirty talk, Greef Karga and his loveable bullshit. Not proof read, who has time for that?

» DIN MASTERLIST : here || MAIN MASTERLIST : here

“Mando- Mando!”

You cry out as the durasteel walls of the trash compactor suddenly brace against your palms in your feeble attempt to prevent the kriffing things from smushing you.

Lodged between you and one of the walls, The Mandalorian stands firm. He, too, had been shouldering the advancing walls. The silver sheen of his beskar armour reflects your terrified expression, eyes frenzied as you realise they’ve stopped.

“Are you alright?!” Greef Karga’s voice sounds from above, no doubt shouting down the rubbish chute. This was the last time you were offering yourself up for a bounty mission on an Empire fleet ship- not even for five thousand imperial credi—

“We’re fine,” Mando’s raised, modulated voice sounds tinny in close quarters, hurting your eardrums. “If we let go, it’ll crush us.”

“I’ll find a way to get you out!” Karga calls down the chute, “Wait there!”

You cringe slightly at the order, finding it hard enough to safely unwind your limbs from The Mandalorian that had tangled in your desperate attempts to survive the compactor, let alone leave the blasted thing.

“Can’t wait anywhere else.” The Mandalorian’s response, muttered sarcastically, makes you huff out a laugh. He turns his face back to you, the beskar steel helmet barely brushing your nose.

One of his palms rests beside your head with his arm locking you in place, while his left leg, situated between your own, pushes the toe of his boot into the wall. Your own hands are settled on the opposite side of the compactor, trapping his body between your forearms. It’s a tight squeeze.

Blackness stares back at you, his tinted visor obscuring the view of his eyes. Besides the shaky rise and fall of his chest plate, thanks to his exertions in trying to stop you both from becoming Jawa Juice, Mando offers no insight into how he’s feeling.

Swallowing thickly, you cast your eyes to the darkness above your heads. It’s ridiculous, but you can feel his body heat from the breaks in his armour, covered only by his undersuit. It makes your heart flutter, the biting scent of leather.

“… I apologise,” his voice cuts through the silence and causes you to jump, “This-… This is uncomfortable for you.”

“‘S okay,” you mumble weakly, attempting to smother the butterflies that launch in your stomach at the soft, soothing whisper of his voice.

Silence settles between the two of you again. Despite your attempts to loosen up, the searing gaze through The Mandalorian’s visor feels as though it’s settled on your face, burning a hole into your lips. Stars, there must be fumes in the rubbish beneath your feet, driving you crazy.

Swallowing, you avoid his line of sight by looking at literally everything else. The woven flight suit that conceals his neck, the contours of his shoulder plates. Was that a Mudhorn-?

The sharp inhale through your nose as his knee brushes against your heat practically ricochet off the walls, eyes finally snapping to his visor against your better judgement. Unmoving, he offers nothing to infer he even noticed how he effortlessly set your body alight as though he’d triggered the flamethrower on his vambrace. Surely not. Surely he’d just been adjusting his foot to hold the wall better!

“You’re fogging up my eyeshade.”

It’s mortifying. Condensation from your heavy breaths is steaming up the silver beskar of his mask. The Mandalorian’s voice is flat but rich, and you can’t read his tone through that fucking modulator!

“S-orry,” you stumble over your apology when his thigh drags between your thighs deliberately, the second syllable coming out in a pathetic little squeak.

“Don’t be,” he says. “Don’t hold your breath.” He catches you before you even manage to still your lungs in embarrassment. “I want to hear them.”

His admission has the air trapped in your throat expelling in a quiet whine, unable to stop the noise from slipping out when he slooowly grinds his thigh up and forwards, rolling your clit between the layers of fabric.

“Hoh- '' you heave another breath, the mist encroaching across the beskar of his mask and mattifying the shine of the pure metal. “Oh fuck-“

“Don’t move,” he orders calmly. It sounds less like an order and more like an observation. “You need to hold the wall.” Yes. Yes, he has to remind you that you’re in a life-threatening situation, because the simple friction is enough to numb your brain with the thrill.

You whimper softly, shaking your head. The tip of your nose drags against the cold metal of his mask, sweeping through the misty dew and exposing the shine beneath. Stars, you can see your expression through the track you leave behind. It’s obscene, jaw slack and eyelids heavy as you mindlessly grind your hips down on the cuisse beneath you.

“So desperate you’re willing to risk your life,” he murmurs, watching you use him to get off like you’re a fragment of kyber- the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. “You like this? Using me to get off when your life hangs in the balance?”

“Y-ou starte-ahh-“ your pussy clenches as he drives his thigh up to match the roll of your hips. It grinds just right, and you arch against the throbbing hum between your legs.

“I started it,” he nods slightly, the low lighting flickering off the grooves and concaves of his mask, “I did. But you wanted it first. Burning for it.”

He’s right. Fuck, The Mandalorian is right, and you’re too far gone to be ashamed by his observation. If you weren’t on the brink of an obliterating orgasm, you’d be mortified that he’d found it so easy to read you.

You stifle a sob by biting the flesh of your lip as your clit drags against the smooth metal again. Trembling, your own thighs nearly give out entirely as you begin to crest the euphoric surge he’s pulling from you.

“Yes,” he breathes, his voice haggard as he watches you, “That’s it. That’s it, ther-“

“There!” A loud call bounces off the walls of the compactor room. A loud beep splits your eardrums, and suddenly the walls fall away as they draw back. The sudden lack of support has you falling into the chest plate of The Mandalorian in front of you, your orgasm blurring away between your thighs with the sudden lack of attention.

“Knew I could find the button!” Karga chuckles, the compactor walls falling in place to reveal your boss standing with his hands on his hips, grinning with a complete obliviousness that has you wanting to punch him in the face. With an ion cannon.

You sag against The Mandalorian slightly, devastated by Karga’s interruption. The little sigh you let out is pathetic, almost childish in nature.

“A thank you would be nice!” Karga chastises you, “I’ve never seen someone look so ungrateful to have their life saved!”

You swear you hear The Mandalorian huff a chuckle behind that stupid fucking mask, and you decide he was deserving of a punch with an ion cannon too.

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[uxuefrog]

The Main Trio

These are the main characters of my story! Orris, the elven princess, her unusual companion Canna (fish) and their guide Fibian (frog). More info under the cut! 🌿✨

💛 Orris: Hotheaded, determined and very stubborn. She loves food and wine and will do anything to avoid a bath. Her main goal is fixing her staff and proving herself worthy by saving the world (she/her)

❤️ Canna: Naive, sweet and always willing to help others. Their only family are the two fish siblings for whom they’re searching for a new pond, but none seem to be worthy of their approval. They’re loving and lovable (they/them)

💚 Fibian: A laidback gardener who helps his father with their potion shop for travelers. He loves nature and knows the forest like the back of his hand; he owns a magical fanny pack where he can fit anything. He really thinks he’s taller than Orris only because his eyes are higher and he has to look down at her (he/him)

- Summary of the story -

When the Elven Princess, Orris, discovers that the ancient staff her family has been guarding for centuries is the only way to stop the End of Times, she decides to take action into her own hands. After the refusal of her parents to do something, pleading that the staff is broken, she takes it and runs into the forest. There she meets Canna, a young fish who just gained sentience and is looking for a new pond for their siblings, as theirs got destroyed in the fight between The Princess and the palace guards on her way out.

These unlikely friends swear to help each other in the face of danger and embark on the dangerous task to fix the staff and heal the world form the disease that’s slowly consuming it.

Their first stop is a cottage in the depths of the forest where it is said that a wise frog who knows the secrets of the world lives. Mr. Kallydrias, a retired historian from the capital who now owns a potion selling shop with his son, is an old friend of the royal family and the most knowledgeable man on history and ancient artifacts.

His advice for The Princess sets her on a new adventure searching for some “Sunlight Fountains” that spread across the continent, their only chance to fix the staff. Fibian, the young son of the historian, eagerly offers himself as a guide to help them cross the vast forest and reach the nearest fountain, located in the city of the birds.

Where will their adventures lead them?

[krscblw]

ghoul perfume associations pt. 3!

more ghoul perfume associations bc ghost and perfume are my two main hobbies! all of these are indie/niche perfumes because those are the types of perfume i'm mainly into. these lists are really fun for me and i would love to hear what people think!!

also, jsyk: because this post is so long, some of the text might get cut off on mobile. it should be okay on desktop if that happens (i don't know how to fix it, sorry :/)

Aeon

Notes: non-sweet chocolate, linen, lavender

Perfumes:

Autumn Morning - Pulp Fragrance

hot chocolate, slightly spiced oatmeal, carnations, a cozy blanket

Twice To Tea - Poesie 

strong earl grey tea, lavender absolute, vanilla syrup, a splash of milk

Aether

Notes: bourbon, amber, vanilla  

Perfumes:

Not A Deer - Little & Grim 

cedarwood, chestnuts, sandalwood, maple, oak, tonka, suede, clove, spiced vanilla, amber, tobacco 

Loggia - Solstice Scents 

“High above the village, a castle sits shrouded in a heavy gray mist.  Muted moonlight illuminates its upper terraces. Thick with incense smoke, the loggia swells with invited guests, each heavily cloaked and masked. Laughter, violas and a harpsichord fill the night. Wine flows from never-ending mahogany vats. Exotic spices drape the air in fragrant bouquets. A bell rings from the archway, and all in attendance fall silent as the master of the night creatures crosses the paving stones...”

mahogany, sweet amber, musk, dark incense, deep vanilla bean, sandalwood, cardamom, black pepper, cognac and allspice

(i have this one and it's great, perfect for aether imo)

Alpha

Notes: leather, smoke, gunpowder

Perfumes:

Spiritus Fumosus - Alkemia

volcanic basalt, smelted metal ores, amberwood, smokey birch tar, old leather, galbanum, white oud, gray amber, petrichor, wet sand, bergamot, sichuan peppercorn, gingergrass, white patchouli

Deus ex Machina - Alkemia 

“An olfactory portrait of industrial decay and the fallen gods of age of disruption, innovation, and technological revolution.”

fire-hardened steel, rusted iron, motor oil, wet cement, burnt copper wires, gray amber

Cirrus

Notes: dark fruits, musk, heavy florals, honey

Perfumes:

Virgo - Deconstructing Eden   

dark amber, bulgarian rose absolute, lavender maillette, orris root, benzoin, dark fruits, bourbon vanilla

Eglantine House - Deconstructing Eden 

honeyed roses, mahogany, plums, amber accord, champaca flowers, eglantine roses, white musk

Cumulus

Notes: lilac, magnolia, jasmine, sugar, cold air

Perfumes:

Midnight Garden - Alkemia 

night-flowering white flowers – tuberose, lily, honeysuckle, gardenia, moonflower

Calliope - Alkemia 

clementine, orange blossoms, white orchid, sugared currants, tonka, and vanilla musk, cotton candy, saltwater taffy

Dewdrop

Notes: berries, smoke, spices, metal

Perfumes:

Unrequited - Deconstructing Eden

black sandalwood, raspberries, bitter orange, black pepper, smooth silky musk, dark amber, smoky patchouli 

Lightning Storm - Nui Cobalt Designs 

Petrichor, ozone, electrified metal, cold musk, bergamot, lime zest, cracked pink peppercorn, copal smoke, myrrh, teakwood

(this one represents dew as a water ghoul – citrus, spices, ozone, and metal. sweet, cold, and a little bitter)

Ifrit

Notes: black tea, incense, spices 

Perfumes:

Tasseomancy - Nui Cobalt Designs 

black tea spritzed with orange, incense smoke clinging to heavy velvet curtains, fireplace embers, cinnamon, clove

Tasseomancy - LVNEA 

bergamot, black tea, lapsang souchong, honey, spices, milk

(yes they are both called the same thing. he's a guy with a brand i don't know what to tell you)

Mist

Notes: water, herbs, ice

Perfumes:

Eisheth - Deconstructing Eden 

seawater, herbs - rosemary, mint, clary sage, bergamot, hyssop, lemongrass, and verbena, white tea

Blackwater Lake - Osmofolia  

“Short-needle pine branches hang over mossy lake rocks, radiant white water lilies soak in the sun, the surface of the dark lake water ripples above submerged northern watermilfoil, and a chill in the air warns of impending autumn.”

pine needles, cold wind, northern watermilfoil, white water lilies, moss, stone, lake water

Mountain

Notes: vetiver, plants, earth, mushrooms

Perfumes:

Poor Farm - Little & Grim 

“Overgrown grass, tangled undergrowth, wildflowers, the memory of fresh linens, and distant, greener pastures.”

moss, sage, ferns, sweet grasses, green wood, and chamomile

Mycelium - Treading Water Perfume 

“Rounding the corner it came into view, the being that had terrorized the village for decades. It sat terrifyingly still on top of natural rock formation that resembled some strange amalgamation of an altar. An altar not made by human hands but as if created by the forest itself to honor this being. The being was here long before the village and it will continue to be here long after we are gone.”

soil, mushrooms, patchouli, black currants, hinoki wood

Nimbus/Aurora*

Notes: peach, rose, earth

Perfumes:

The Lover Tells Of The Rose - Alkemia 

wild roses, lemon verbena, white pearl tea leaves, delicate white patchouli, new greens, wet moss

Apothecary Rose - LVNEA 

rose gallica, rose de mai, damask rose, tarragon, violet leaf, apricot, labdanum, myrrh

*i headcanon nimbus as a earth/air multi

Omega

Notes: wood, amber, tobacco

Perfumes:

Danse Macabre - Fyrinnae

sandalwood, amber, labdanum, vanilla, woodsmoke, smoldering logs

Leo - Deconstructing Eden 

frankincense, myrrh, benzoin, amber, liatrix, blood cedar, blond tobacco absolute, sweet spices, honey

(i have this one and i love it, it's very warm and resinous)

Rain

Notes: seawater, ozone, vanilla

Perfumes:

Ambre Gris - Alkemia 

“A rare blend of proprietary perfumery ingredients carefully oxidized by sunlight, sand, air, sea salt, water, and ocean minerals. The result is as changeable and morphing as the ocean... earthy, sweet, musky, saline.”

gray ambergris, ocean minerals, sea salt

Cerulea - OSMOFOLIA 

“A synesthesia perfume inspired by a color. Sapphire ocean blue with flashes of turquoise and glistening white.”

osmanthus, ambergris, sea salt, ocean water, tuberose, cucumber

Sunshine/Stratus**

Notes: strawberries, citrus, vanilla, spices

Perfumes:

In Love with Everything - Imaginary Authors

“This extremely versatile (and genderless!) fragrance is great for any time of day and any time of year but the blast of energy it possesses is ideal for whenever you’re feeling low or looking for a little boost of bliss to keep your body moving and your lungs laughing long into the night.”

raspberry, citrus pulp, coconut palm sugar, madame isaac pereire, sandalwood, tropical punch, stardust

(i have this one! it's very fruity, you definitely get the fruit punch, but it still has a good amount of depth)

Eos - Fantôme 

“Eos is named for the goddess of dawn—who beckons the daybreak with her rosy fingers. This perfume smells like the color of the sunrise; pink and gold light breathing life into the morning dew.”

tart lemonade, raspberries, candied rose petals, wild berries, a hint of ginger

**i headcanon sunny as a fire/air multi

Swiss***

Notes: smoke, musk, patchouli, incense

Perfumes:

Black Heart - Spirit & Venom   

dark patchouli, clove, caramel pipe tobacco

Scorpio - Deconstructing Eden

“The fixed water sign of the zodiac, Scorpios are sensitive and intense, complicated and multi-layered. This blend is deep, still water, with notes of humid air and just the barest touch of mud.”

white and pink lotus absolute, orris root, myrrh, patchouli, gray musk, still water

***i headcanon swiss as a fire/water multi

Zephyr

Notes: dust, ozone, faint sweet musk, mint, cool air

Perfumes:

Walking with a Ghost - Spirit & Venom 

“Light & ethereal musk, fresh harvest pear, a whiff of perfume from a loved one long passed.”

Aquarius - Deconstructing Eden 

air, an undercurrent of water, sparkling aldehydes

if you made it this far, thank you for reading! and i would love to hear your thoughts!! (/gen - do you have any recommendations? do you agree/disagree? i love talking abt this) (also thank you sm to @midnight-moth for recommending lvnea!!)

[culmaer]

I've been looking for various references to the Cape "snoek horn" (fishmonger's bugle) and came across a story/blog post written phonetically in Kaaps-Afrikaans dialect with English code mixing. certainly worth looking at for anyone interested in Afrikaans and Dutch, to get a sense of what the Cape Town dialect can look like. (the full post is on Jeremy Vearey's blogspot)

but my main reason for sharing, and with my sincere apologies @geschiedenis-en-talen, is the phonetic rendering of the final words of this paragraph :

As djy vannie Tiervlei se lane is en djy kennie vir Boetie Stinkvet tie dan is djy vaak gebore en het annieslaap grootgeword. As djy innie 80's van Tiekie-stage byrie hoek van Balvenie en Connaught verby Bataan se winkel straight orrie sandveld galoeppit dan kô kry djy die begin van dertiendelaan. Nou nerra oppai hoek, daa was Boetie Stinkvet se rooisink disco, smokkie, bioscope, restirant eksekera eksekera.

I stand by what I said, that Afr. "ensovoorts" / Eng. "and so forth" are more commonly said here, but I guess this is proof that this pronunciation does in fact exist at the Cape

with standardised spelling, but maintaining the dialect and code-mixing, the above paragraph would read :

As jy van die Tiervlei se lane is, en jy ken nie vir Boetie Stinkvet nie, dan is jy vaak gebore en het aan-die-slaap grootgeword. As jy in die 80's van Tiekie Stage by die hoek van Balvenie en Connaught verby Bataan se winkel straight oor die sandveld geloop het, dan kom kry jy die begin van Dertiendelaan. Nou net daar op daai hoek, daar was Boetie Stinkvet se rooi sink disco, smokkie [smokkelhuis], bioskoop, restaurant et cetera, et cetera.

English translation :

If you're from the streets of Tiervlei, and you don't know Boetie Stinkvet, then you were born tired and grew up asleep. Back in the 80's, if you walked from Tiekie Stage on the corner of Balvenie Avenue and Connaught Road past Bataan's shop, straight across the sand field, then you'd find yourself at the start of Thirteenth Avenue. Now, right there on that corner was Boetie Stinkvet's red sheetmetal disco, shebeen [speakeasy ?], movie hall, restaurant, et cetera, et cetera.

[scooplery]

I just randomly ran into these perfumes while I was looking at random clothes I can't buy, and the bottles are so pretty, so I wanted to share https://www.gumamina.world /shop / p / bothswans

WOW this is VERY chic. i wish i had a spare FIVE HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS

[redbatchedcumbermayned]

Get to know you meme

Thank you to @totallynotzzombiecat and @holylustration for tagging me!

Three Ships: I shipped a lot of self inserts and OCs in video games but not many shippy ships. Also before the RT brainrot set in I did not participate in fandom shipping (not because I was too cool for it I just never had many people to go hog wild with it)

Rogue Trader/Heinrix

ImperialAgent/Theron Shan

Scully/Mulder

First Ship: Idk whatever Orry Main and Madeline Vabray had going in North and South (I was very young then but my sister hung a Patrick Swayze poster next to my bed afterwards and I died of embarrassement)

Last Movie: Love Lies Bleeding. And 45 minutes of Alien. With some ultimative badasses.

Last Song: Love Lies Bleeding OST by Clint Mansell

Currently Reading: Ugh since I started writing I have read so little, but Persuasion by Jane Austen is currently sitting on my nightstand.

Currently Watching: As with reading not watching anything but getting glimpses of Breaking Bad whenever I sit with the husband in the living room.

Currently Eating: I had an amazing mezcal maragrita and a burrito for dinner.

Currently Craving: 10°c less in my flat. It is sooo hot.

Tagging: @slowsweetlove and @thisdancingheart @vossn @vitanithepure and anybody else who would like to participate.

[the-time-lord-oracle]

Regarding the stations on the Mid Sodor Railway, the illustrations in Duke the Lost Engine show us what Marthwaite, Arlesdale Green, Arlesdale and Ulfstead Road look like, while Awdry's Mid Sodor model layout shows what Cas-ny-Hawin looks like and we see Ffarquhar Road in it's Arlesdale Railway form in Jock the New Engine. That leaves us with the two Arlesburgh stations, Ballamoddey and King 'Orry's Bridge. I've been doing some thinking and I've devised some suitable prototypes for those stations.

For Arlesburgh Harbour, I was thinking it could be based on Porthmadog Harbour station on the Ffestiniog Railway in it's original form, prior to it's 1888 rebuild.

For Arlesburgh Bridge Street, I was thinking it could be based on Corris station on the Corris Railway. According to lore, Bridge Street was the main southern passenger terminus for the MSR, with only a handful of passenger trains continuing on to the harbour, so Bridge Street would have to be a fairly substantial station, and I think Corris makes a suitable prototype.

For Ballamoddey, I was thinking it could be based on Beddgelert station on the Welsh Highland Station.

For King 'Orry's Bridge, I was thinking it could be based on Duffws, the Ffestiniog Railway's original station in Blaenau Ffestiniog. Incidentally, although the preserved FR now has a new station in Blaenau Ffestiniog, Blaenau Ffestiniog Central, the main building at Duffws survives today as a public toliet. If this fate also befell King 'Orry's Bridge, I wonder what Duke would have to say about it. I doubt it would suit his Grace!

[martianbugsbunny]

[cressida-jayoungr]

One Dress a Day Challenge

February: Orange Redux

Gypsy / Natalie Wood as Louise Hovick (Gypsy Rose Lee)

This film takes place during the 1920s, but there's nothing particularly 20s about this costume--and they weren't even trying when it came to the hair. Still, it's appropriately showbiz-ish in looks.

She starts out with a loose, short "crop top" over the dress, but that comes off as part of the act. The ribbon and beading at the waist, ending in the long, dangling threads in front, are the main decorative element on the underlayer.

This film was one of the last for legendary designer Orry-Kelly. He worked on more than 300 films dating back to the dawn of the talkies.

[d3ad-on-arriva1]

wait paul atriedes is a character??????? i thought he was like. a comedian.

though to be fair i used to think patrick bateman was some old actor guy so perhaps. not the best person to consult on this topic

WHAT. IMS ORRY. THATS SOS FUCKING FUBNY HES THE MAIN CHARACTER IF INTERNATIONALLY FAMOUS SCIFI NOVEL DUNE 😭😭😭

HE ISNT REAL UNFORTUNEATLY OR ELSE I WOULD GO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM RN BC I AM IN AHTE WITH HIM

thats so hilarious i love that patrick bateman and paul atreides both go on snl what next

[raspberrysmoon]

KAI FACT #6:

Kai drives a motorcycle

For some reason it scares her less than cars

probably because 1: it’s a lot easier to abandon ship (to her at least) and 2: the main character in psych (RAHHH I GIVE KAI MY HYPERFIXATIONS) drives a motorcycle and Kai’s just like: “he’s just like me fr 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥💥💥💥💥”

WAHHHHHH I FORGOT TO ASNWER THIS !!! IMNSOS ORRY OH YM GOD

I LOVE HER SHES SO RIGHT !!!! MOTORCYCLES GRRRGRHRHRG ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[hunterwritesstuff]

Lacie?

Sure! :D

Pre-Fall of studio:

Hunter: "Pretty timid kid, he's not too bad."(Friendly)

Sammy: "We will CALL YOU WHEN WE NEED HELP WITH THE MUSIC FOR THE THEME PARK."(Tension)

Joey: "I don't much trust this Drew fella."(Tension)

Rebecca: "Be careful, ya might get some oil on your dress."(Tension)

Bruce: "Maybe you should go get yourself stuck in my mechanisms."(Hated)

Marcy: "Useless hunk'a junk."(Hated)

Susie: "Please don't touch ANYTHIN'."(Tension)

Tom: "Stop. Stealin'. My. WRENCHES."(Tension)

Allison: "CAN YOU GET YOUR HUSBAND TO STOP TOUCHIN' MY SHIT?"(Tension)

Wally: "Blah blah blah blah blah."(Tension)

Kenneth: "Get him to shut up, wouldja?"(Tension)

John: "Stop pokin' around."(Tension)

Henry: "Old-ass."(Tension)

Norman: "We both like the quiet."(Friendly)

Bertrum: "My uncle."(Family)

Mary: "Pleease leave me alone."(Tension)

GENT(The company): "Don't like this company. Don't like it at all."(Tension)

Barley(Hunter's bio dad): "Seems brave."(Friendly)

Grant: "Reign him in."(Tension)

Betty: "Sings real pretty-like."(Friendly)

Post-fall of studio:

Hunter: "HA-A-A-AVE YOU LOST YOU-LOST YOUR PARENTS?"(Friendly)

Sammy: "PLEA-EASE CONSULT WITH-ONSULT WITH PARK SECURITY!"(Tension)

Joey: "THE EXIT IS BEHIN-IND YOU."(Hated)

Rebecca: "YOUR PRI-I-I-IZE IS RI-I-I-IGHT THI-I-IS WA-A-AY!"(Tension)

Bruce: "SE-E-ECURITY!!!"(Hated)

Marcy: "SO-O-ORRY! KI-I-IDS O-ONLY!"(Tension)

Susie: "A-A-ALL CAST ME-E-EMBERS MUST RETURN TO THE-E-E BACKSTAGE E-E-EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY."(Hated)

Tom: "ERROR. ERROR. FACE NOT I-I-IDENTIFIED."(Tension)

Allison: "MR-R-RS. PENDLE PLEASE STE-E-E-EP AWAY FROM THAT DA-A-ANGEROUS WO-O-OLF."(Tension)

Wally: "HE-E-ERE WE HAVE BO-O-O-ORIS THE WO-O-OLF!"(Friendly)

Kenneth: "O-O-OUR SHOP OWNER A-A-AND TICKET MA-A-ASTER-R-R!"(Friendly)

John: "NO ACCIDENTS HAVE EVER HAPPENED HERE."(Tension)

Henry: "ONE OF OUR-R-R-R BELO-O-O-OVED FOU-OU-OUNDERS!"(Tension)

Norman: "..."(Tension)

Bertrum: "O-O-OUR MAIN ATTRAC-ATTRACTION!!"(Family)

Mary: "CALL IN. PARK SECURITY."(Tension)

GENT(The company): "SPE-E-E-ECIAL THANKS TO OUR-R-R KIND SPONSO-SPONSO-SPONSORS!!"(Tension)

Barley(Hunter's bio dad): "AHO-Y-Y-Y!!"(Friendly)

Grant: "PLEA-A-A-ASE USE PA-A-ARK SUPPLIES-S-S RESPONSIBLY!"(Tension)

Betty: "HE-E-ERE WE HA-A-AVE THE SINGING VOI-I-I-ICE OF A-A-ALICE A-A-ANGEL!"(Friendly)