#So fitting I’m dying 😂

[kaijukebox]

It’s fine, it’s far funnier this way…

[nijigasakilove]

The fact we got this and Frieren airing at the same time for 6 months.. I really don’t think people appreciated how generational that run is. What a time to be alive. Sad to see this end, but there’s the LN and S2 coming! GTA 6 and this in the same year will be wild lol.

Lakan plotting revenge on buddy for putting his hand on Maomao shoulder got me dying. How the author took him from being this seemingly horrible conniving person to a doting overprotective father gotta be studied. A masterclass in gradual character reveal.

S/O to Meimei for being the real fucking MVP of this series omg. The look of shock Lakan had on his face when she opened the door to be able to go see Fengxian was great. I thought my screen had frozen because bro was shook. He probably hasn’t ran that fast in decades lol, but such a beautiful scene with him seeing her again after all these years and even with the health condition she’s just as beautiful as he remembered both inside and out. After all the BS they been thru they deserved this. They were always happiest when they played Go so fitting that’s how their reunion goes.

Maomao’s outfit from the 2nd OP is finally here! That dance scene MOVED me. Beautifully choreographed and animated. Maomao is so gorgeous, man. No wonder Jinshi gets weak in the knees when he sees her get dolled up lol. Speaking of Jinshi, the fancams and AMVs are going to eat the scenes up that we got today. Him almost knocking her off the bridge, then carrying Maomao back home, so cute!

He really thought Maomao was going to confess to him there, whole time she just wants that Ox Bezoar for her experiments lmaooo. 😂 she definitely knows how to get what she wants out of him now.

Great finale, happy end for everyone. But the mysteries of the rear palace are far from solved. Still a lot of things left to be answered and I can’t wait for s2. They can take all the time they need cooking up. We can read in the meantime. I’m going to miss Maomao Saturdays so much.

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[deepperplexity]

Prompt 5. Grave Of Snow [A2]

Pairing: Colonel Brandon x Fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader & Third, Brandon

Setting: The Lands Around Delaford Estate & Delaford Estate

Continuation of: Prompt 1. Chimney Soot

A/N: This was harder to write than I'd thought it would be. My own greatest death fear is drowning, no other manner of dying scares me more than that but this fic as being buried alive and it's quite a horrendous thing too - and it's Christmas time, what a super jolly way to spend it 😂 Gosh, I hope you weren't expecting Rickmas2023 to be all sweet and fluffy 🙈👍❤

On another note, we're making an ice rink in our backyard (nearly done) and I just realised this year I have no prompt for ice skating 😱 Like, sure, you can connect almost any prompt with Ice Skating but there's no dedicated prompt for it this year - feels a little weird 😂

Tags/TW’s: Buried Alive, Fear Of Being Harmed, Mentions Past Physical Hurt (hand lashing and punishment), Fear Of Losing Someone, Mentions Past/Current Fears (being buried alive) ...and good doggies doing a good job too

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 3.2k+

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⩤• You •⩥

You wiped at your face, the soot still clung to your skin, leaving you looking like a bandit raccoon as the handkerchief had protected your lower face. The dusty dress lay abandoned on the floor as you pulled on the rags you’d come to Delaford in. This can’t be happening, cannot, cannot be happening! The colonel! I-, I-, oh, I’m my own ruin!

You banged open the door, and slammed it shut by cheer force while running before you even released the handle. The winding, narrow steps were a death trap in your rush to get away. You were not going to stay for a lashing, for a rough yelling, for any punishment the upstanding man deemed fit for your actions — for your lack of knowledge about the very man himself rendering you unable to treat him correctly even. You didn’t even take the time to say goodbye to Mrs Garber, or inform Cook about you leaving. You just ran out into the snowy winter land outside as the winds whipped around, tossing about that very snow. While the clouds hid the warming rays of the sun, the sky was as grey as your trembling hands.

The night had gifted the world with another few inches of snow the stable boys were helping the other servants to shovel, but the servants’ side wasn’t cleared yet so your legs plummeted into the white cold to your mid-thighs. You shivered and hissed as your dress hiked up, the long underpants you wore upon your arrival were still up in your quarters. Your rush hadn’t allowed for more than your dress, shoes, and cloak to be put on.

You clumsily forced your way through the snow, not knowing where any paths were you only focused on reaching the tree line up ahead. It was far off, but you were determined to get away before anyone could get their hands on you. His gentle eyes still lingered in your head, the sweet warmth his voice spread through you, the slight scrutiny he’d viewed you with — as if he’d been trying to see beyond the soot and covering handkerchief. You’d never felt any tingle like the one he’d made your skin warm under. What was that even? A sudden lapse of judgement? A lust, like other men throw my way when they want to take advantage?No, that thought didn’t sit right with you. His gentleness was too clear, yet you knew nothing about him and you had met people like that before. Kind, caring, sweet — on the outside. Behind closed doors, that was a different matter entirely.

You feel forward, plummeting into the snow as your foot tripped on something. You were crawling forward a second later, determined to reach the trees, to hide among them and get away from the estate you had hoped would have been your salvation through the freezing winter. Now, well, you were even worse off than before. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I shouldn’t have tried so hard! I should have just told Mrs Thatch about the clog!

You reached the trees just as the sound of hounds filled the air. A foreboding dread filled you from within as you picked up the pace and nearly ploughed your way through the snow, your foggy breath heaving out of you while the hounds' yelps and howls seemed to turn louder. You grasped the first low-hanging branch of a pine and pulled yourself forward as the imposing trees sheltered you from the biting winds, the sounds of the hounds half drowned out as you dragged and pulled yourself forward until the snow lessened, burdening the branches above rather than the ground below.

A sigh of relief escaped you as you grabbed another branch and pulled yourself forward one final time before the snow only reached your knees. The relief was felt too soon while you sought to get deeper among the trees. You stumbled forward, snagging your foot on a hidden root below, only to grab a hold of another branch. It slipped through your numbing fingers, the pine needles like cutting blades — hardened by the cold — as they sliced at your palms while you ended up in the snow with a panted breath at the impact nearly burying your face in the white cold. Then you were pummelled.

The branch had been released with such force the tree swayed, its branches being freed of the heavy snow above before the sudden springing rippled through the nearest tree. Snow came crashing down in waves and you could do nothing but shield your face as the weight forced you to lay still — burying you completely without your cry of fear penetrating the deadly mass. Lord, no, you thought as you lay immobile with only a small bubble of air around your face thanks to your raised arms.

Why his chuckle echoed in your head, why the sturdiness of his body against yours filtered through the fear, why the gentle curiosity in his eyes shimmered before your mind's eyes you couldn’t tell. The echo of silver bells, the crackling of a fire, the swirl of dancing couples in wonderful dresses and beautiful frocks seemed like a hazy fog of a dream you’d wished for all your life and were now never to experience. Not even as an attentive maid blending into the scenery without anyone taking notice. In that foggy dream, keeping the horror of your grave of snow at a distance, he stood at the very centre and his eyes — gentle and sweet — were only on you. The tingling warmth in your numb fingers and toes felt as real as the crawling chill along your back while you struggled more and more to breathe and stay conscious.

⩤• Brandon •⩥

“Samson, search!” he bellowed, his voice travelling further than needed. Your dusty handkerchief held tightly in his harsh fist, the hound’s nose just having been buried in it before the other dogs took a whiff. The hound howled, setting the other dogs off with yelps and barks as they dove into the snow, the path your body had cut through it already starting to fill with the swirling snow the harsh winds threw about.

He had never been spellbound before. The way he had seen only your eyes surrounded by black ash ought to have discouraged any sensations within his chest but, alas, the wonder your eyes were and the manner you spoke with had taken him by such surprise his heart had no chance but to pound. He’d never thought sticking his head in a chimney while talking about Santa Claus would have lurched his entire body into a warm pounding. You had spoken so sweetly, your eyes those of someone who knew hardship yet prevailed. He was enthralled with the glimmer in them the second your eyes had connected in the dark of the chimney.

The hound howled again as he stepped out of the protective walls of stone, through the servants’ door, and felt himself sink to right above his knee in the snow. Remembering the disarray of your quarters, the discarded dress, the abandoned second undergarments that should have clad your body to protect against the snow — no matter the horridly tattered state of the thin fabrics — made his stomach twist.

He was not unfamiliar with the cold, the wetness, the dampness of melted snow, and how it would cling to one’s body. He had spent far too many seasons in service of the royals not to have experienced all sorts of weather and their respective challenges. And now you were out there, exposed and frightened given the horrendous look you had offered him before running away in a poof of swirling ash dust. There had been something wrong with that look, the dread of it — and the manner you had wrung your hands before you. what harm has befallen you before? Have hands been laid atop you for such a small thing as spreading ash?

He gave chase, following the loud dogs with servants following behind him with his heart in a harsh pounding. The snow wasted no time clinging to him, seeping through his clothes not suitable for the weather in the slightest. The only thing he’d done was drape a heavy cloak around himself while Mr Barkley had fetched the hunting dogs, his beloved hound at the helm of the pack. He was grateful for having taken that extra second to at least do that as the wind was bitingly cold, nearly clawing at his cheeks while the sky above seemed to darken by the second until the snow being thrown about was so thick the clouds above were no longer visible.

“Samson! Search!” he called, the hound howling back while your trembling shoulders filled his head. Something had been done to you, someone had hurt you for something akin to what had just happened and he could not fathom anyone harming anyone over cleaning, or stumbling, or not knowing the face of a man they had never before met.

Samson howled and came bolting back toward him, Christopher felt his heart stop as the dog kept sniffing the ground at his feet, searching for a fresher scent. The trail you’d left behind was gone, he could barely see an inch before him as the snow stuck to his lashes. He pulled out the handkerchief again, beckoning Samson to take a new whiff — the hound ignored him while sniffing the ground harder, burrowing his nose below the top layer before digging his way through the snow toward the trees Christopher knew lay not far away even if he could not see them.

“Sir Brandon!” Mr Barr called behind him. “Sir! The winds are too strong!” the man called over the howling of that very phenomenon of nature. “We shall find her! Or she will perish out here!” he called back, not stopping his trudge forward despite the snow gripping him nearly to his mid-thighs by that time. I shall not lose her to this storm , he thought while leaning forward to push through the snow faster, following the small dent after Samson and the rest of the dogs. “Sir! It’s too dangerous!” Mr Barr called, but he ignored it. He had faced danger, and the storm wrapping him up was nothing compared to the horrors of his past, or the pain contained within it.

They reached the trees and the thickness of the branches kept the worst of the winds at bay, the snow on the ground lessening for each step until it barely came to his knees and he could move faster. Samson’s howl up ahead caught his attention, he’d found something. Christopher barged forward, running despite the snow and whipping branches, until he found his dogs digging at what appeared to be a mound of snow created by yielding branches.

His heart leapt toward his throat, making it difficult to breathe. Are you in there? His mind had time to wonder before he lurched into action. If you lay buried under such heavy snow, had you any air to breathe? Had you broken anything? Were you crushed? To be buried alive had been one of his greatest fears back in the East Indies, and even before that. When he was a lesser man, fighting in trenches filled with muddy water that could have easily turned into a watery grave in the madness of battle.

He dug, and dug, and dug until his skin felt as if it would slide off his icy fingers and his nails crack with the cold. That was when your fingers appeared, icy cold and unmoving. His lungs stuttered on a sharp intake of air while Samson licked the fingers quickly. He dug with all his might just as the servants appeared behind him. “Dig, men! Dig! ” he demanded with such a dark rumble he barely recognized his frantic voice himself.

A frantic moment later you were dug out from the snowy grave he would not allow to become an eternal resting place. He dragged you too forcefully into his arms, wiping away snow from your cold face, smearing the ash further — hiding your face from him behind a blotchy mess of black and grey — but he could not have cared less as he saw foggy air part from between your lips. His shoulders sank with relief before he held you up and took off his cloak by interchanging his arms. You were tightly wrapped but unresponsive as he stood with Samson by his leg, his entire body wiggling with the motion of his tail as it wagged relentlessly from having found his target.

⩤• You •⩥

You shivered, a wet rag graced your forehead in a rubbing motion while the deep sigh of a woman echoed all around you. “Stupid child, why would you run in such a manner,” Mrs Garber nearly whispered, the familiarity of her voice softening the pounding of your heart. “And from the colonel no less, foolish girl.” You couldn’t tell if your mother’s long-lost friend was angry or worried, her voice didn’t let it slip through fully.

When your eyes blinked open she was leaning over you, and you were almost too warm. “Oh, Y/n,” she said while you blinked a few more times to clear your vision. “Foolish girl, you had me so worried!” she chided, but, perhaps affectionately so. “Mary?” you asked and she sighed but nodded. “Where-, where am I?” you asked as your eyes flicked about the glorious room as you tried to move your stiff limbs. A giant canopy of thick fabric was above you, the mattress beneath was the most comfortable one you’d ever laid upon, and the covers atop you felt lush — like silk, expensive silk.

“Oh, sweet child, you’re in—” “Mrs Thatch,” came that gravelly voice which sent goosebumps along every inch of your skin while your heart picked up the pace a notch as you turned your eyes toward the slightly ajar door. “Give me an occupation, or I shall run mad,” he continued so quietly it shouldn’t have been possible for you to hear the words. But his voice travelled far, even in such a low tone appearing to be far away given the echo to it. “Colonel, sir,” that shrill voice from the grand room before said. “There is little to do but wait. She is in good care with Mrs Garber, sir.”

Your eyebrows scrunched, he sounded anxious — it didn’t suit that voice at all to have such a tone. You found yourself wishing to hear that chuckle of his again. Perhaps you had a fever and were delirious? “You have had the master so worried, Y/n. How could you do such a thing to the good man?” Mrs Garber chided quietly but you couldn’t quite grasp the words. “Now, you lay here and I shall fetch the man before he drives himself to insanity. You apologise, you hear me? He is a gentle soul, I will not have you tormenting the respectable man with your nonsense behaviour. Your mother wasn't able to run away but that does not give you the right to bolt in such a manner.” Her eyes were harsh, nearly glaringly so, as she rose and tucked the cover all the way up to your chin before smoothing out your hair in what you believed to be an attempt at making you appear more decent.

Your heart pounded harder with each step she moved toward the door. When she pushed it open you sat up, the cover pooling around your waist while the nightshirt placed on you kept you covered from your collarbones and down. “She’s awake, sir,” Mrs Garber said and, not a second later, he was in the doorway. “Miss Y/l/n,” he said without taking so much as half a step into the room itself. His voice was that of relief, his gentle eyes warm in the glow of the hearth at the opposite end of the room from where you lay in a giant bed.

You felt your cheeks heat, your fingers gripping the cover atop your legs harshly while your eyes folded from his intent viewing of you. Your heart ran amok as he stood in figure-disclosing attire with his black frock coat nearly clinging to his waist while the shiny boots adorning his feet glimmered in just as black a colour.

“Miss Y/n/l? Are you fairing?” he asked while taking a step closer, making your head jerk up. “I-, I am,” you stuttered. “Sir, I’m-, I apologies, for my behaviour,” you continued while you endeavoured to remember what had happened after you lost your grip on the branch with slicing blades for pine needles. “Not a word about it,” he said as he began moving in, toward the foot of the bed. The light of the fire encased him in a glowing halo, making his hair shimmer and the glimmer in his eyes appeared brighter as his eyes held yours.

Why is my heart running rampant? I’m-, I’m all tingly all over when he views me. Your thoughts were uncertain but your body seemed to react in a wholly new way to the grand man before you. “Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice dipping lower. You could only manage to shake your head. “You were buried in the snow,” he said after a moment. His fingers curled around the footrest of the bed, his knuckles whitening at the force used. Your breath hitched at the sight, so alike hands around a riding crop used for lashings.

Your fingers began fidgeting, your hands wringing and rubbing atop the cover. The memory of the pain was far too fresh. “Miss?” he said, snatching your attention. “Are your hands hurting?” You stiffened for a second before you let go and grabbed the cover anew while shaking your head. “Did someone lay harm upon you?” You didn’t move, didn’t say a thing, only kept your eyes on his whitening knuckles. It was a common thing, after all. Masters laid hands upon their servants as they deemed fit, and you had time and time again ended up at the mercy of such wicked, cruel men and women were either fate or a coincidence.

Your breath hitched as he suddenly pushed off the bed frame, stepping around to stand at your side in less than three long strides. You shrunk into the mattress, his imposing figure hard to take so closely — yet, it wasn’t just fear of retribution that made you do so. No, no there was something else entirely imposing about him that you fought against so as not to be drawn in. If it were his handsomeness, the memory of his sweet chuckle, or those gentle eyes that now seemed to flare with something darker you couldn’t quite say. But he warmed you in places he ought not to have been able to reach at all.

“No matter,” he said quietly, a mere drawl of a whisper. “You are safe here, miss. No harm will befall you within my estate.” “S-sir?” you squeaked out, confused at his sweet words spoken in such a harsh tone. “Are you not to punish me?” you continued with a tremble to your voice that had far more to do with the warmth he spread within you than the question you’d just asked. His eyes flared before his entire face softened. “No, my sweet. No punishment shall ever befall you for breathing life into my heart with those eyes of yours.”

…To Be Continued…

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A/N: Ugh, theses two... Gosh, I do love it when emotions are instant and soulmate-like 😩👏 And another cliffhanger it is - are we excited to see where this goes? 👀😘

I'm working as hard as I can to make sure I'm as early as possible posting and I'm going to start working on tomorrow's prompt right away, I have a little extra time today (aka I'm taking the time today 'cus I need it 😂) so perhaps I'll start working on Thursday's prompt too - tomorrow we're getting back to Turpin again anyway! 🥰👏

Q: If you had to choose between only listening to Christmas music and no other music or only watching Christmas movies and no other movies through all of December - what would you choose? 👀 A: I'd say I'd choose Christmas music - but, I love it and almost exclusively listen to Christmas music through November and December anyway 😂 Only watching Christmas movies would be harder 🙈

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[Dec:2023]

[shankschewtoy]

One piece characters wearing heels

a/n - my brother decided to wear heels today for the first time, ended up in urgent care with a horrible broken ankle 💀💀💀

Warnings ⚠️ - crack, g/n reader

- he is slaying it

- but his bigass stinky musty crusty dirty fucking feet don’t fit into any shoes

- his toes will break through heels 💀 and it’s a shit show because his toes REEK

- will do a model walk like the drama queen he is

- “Y/n see?! I can wear heels!”

- you are traumatized by his toes sticking out of the shoes, like no one should have to see that shit

- bro has some weird shit on there from the fact that they’re stuck in those boots all the time

- he sleeps with shoes on 💀

- “Ew Kidd- that’s gross…”

- “Fuck you y/n. I’m amazing in heels.”

- dying

- will fall every single step

- throws out his back 💀💀

- “Y/n why are they POINTY.”

- “MY TOES- OH MY TOES!”

- “MY ANKLE GODDAMIT!”

- benn is laughing his ass off in the corner as he struts with the heels perfectly, man is perfect in every way

- shanks is a DISASTER

- hair is disheveled as fuck, sweating like a pig, and he’s as shaky as a vibrator 💀

- “y/n these shoes are going to kill me- I’m only 40 please don’t let me die..”

- “ugh. Why did you even put them on in the first place?!”

- “BECAUSE YOURE SO BEAUTIFUL IN THEM SO I THOUGHT ID LOOK COOL TOO! And also yasopp dared me to…”

- you slapped the bitch and gave him positive affirmations that he was a cool old man💜

- ok but why is he lowkey good at wearing heels 🤨

- hmmm????

- man is training while in heels it’s amazing

- doing weightlifting with heels? Fuck yeah

- he will wear anything you give him 💀

- he literally could not care less, and it shows

- man’s a girl boss all the way through, Sanji WISHES he could slay like him 🤪

- “y/n these are uncomfortable, can I go barefoot?”

- “take a shower first then.”

- “Fine I’ll wear them jeez!”

- “SHOWERING IS NOT THAT BAD!”

- “YES IT IS!”

- “… is it because you get lost on the way-“

- “SHUT UP SHHHH NO DONT SAY ANYTHING!”

- the cheeky ass grin that spread across your face at that moment..

- oooooo… blackmail 😏

- he was forced to wear heels in his battle against mihawk and I swear mihawk was lowkey like: where did he get those? I would like a pair, perhaps perona would know, she seems to be very knowledgeable about fashion. 🤓

- you rn: 🤪✌️

a/n - I am so high right now 😂

[horsegirlwarcrimes]

no q only more appreciation 🫣 i’m not used to drawing uhhh clothing nd didn’t wan mess it up while i was powered up by ur recent fic updates..and while it’s not lqg & sqh it’s my son and his son. do u see the hold you have on me you’re SICK !!! n e ways even if this isn’t exactly WINRN accurate i like to imagine regardless of time the gang is still having like dramatic who is the father tension and general chaos. also i made lbh an ugly baby because ugly babies are cute thank you for being wonderful 🙏🏽🙏🏽

i still haven’t learned tumblr if this is not how things should be sent that’s on me 🧍🏽‍♀️

omg this is so sweet AAHH im dying 😭😭😭 your linework is! so fluid and pretty!! and i love the expressions on both SQH and cutieugly baby binghe!!!! thats them omgggggg. your art is so so wonderful, and i am so touched that my writing inspired you

also dont worry about WINRN accuracy... this fits perfectly in the many AUs of my own fic that live in my brain 😂

[pluckysidekick]

So…I’m still processing ‘The Maiden’s Rage’ - it had so many alternating highs and lows, with the highest highs (that final scene on Ace’s bed) and the lowest of lows (Nancy verbally abusing Ace all day before actually trying to kill him), all packed into 42 minutes.

In the meantime, oh look, no Episode 3 photos yet, and we don’t seem to be getting actual episode teaser trailers. Whatever they’re doing or not doing is working as ratings continue to climb.

In the meantime here’s what I’ve got in my folder for what I believe is in Episode 3 - caveat that it’s my best guess based on timing, wardrobe, the trailer, etc.; no guarantees:

Love this duo sleuthing out the mystery together, as I said when Maddison first posted them, I want a spin-off with these two. Are they investigating some part of the town water system? An abandoned commune? Also the fits are 🔥

Gorgeous smiley friends. I’m sure they are all dealing with something traumatic and/or crazy in this episode but they look so good doing it. Note Nancy has a checked blazer on over her polo in the photo on the right, and is holding some kind of folder or old manuscript. Did she have to go to court? Is it something connected to Abbott’s history, and/or the town founders? Could we get a library scene (a person can dream)? The writers have told us that Carson will be back (yay!), I’d love a Dominique sighting too!!

Speaking of dreaming, there were some dreamy set shots Nick Thomas shared during the time period of ep. 3 filming. If these are from 3, I’m excited to find out if the creepy cabin factors into the plot - maybe it’s on the site of where the town was founded? I certainly put it to good use in The Space Between. And is the photo on the right a setup for the highly anticipated scene below, or one afterwards where Nancy and Ace argue about the curse breaking, perhaps?

We know we should expect some heart wrenching scenes with Nancy and Ace - this is the episode where Kennedy said “good luck”, and that has some of her favorite scenes. Speaking of which:

From wardrobe, set clues, and the timing of Maddison’s posting of this BTS photo on the right (with peeping Tunji 😂), I believe this epic scene is in Episode 3 and in Icarus Hall. Is this the scene where we find out how long Ace has had feelings? Is it a failed curse breaking attempt that leads to Nancy and Ace to remaining friends for now? At least Bess looks happy if only for a moment.

We also will see the return of Birdie (from S2’s Moonstone Island) who we know from Kennedy is dating George’s sister Jesse. Based on wardrobe in the trailer scene on the left, and the recently shared wind machine photo on the right, these are both from Episode 3. Dying to know what causes this maelstrom in the Historical Society, and why Birdie and Jessie call for Nancy’s help from the woods. The plot thickens!

Alright, here’s to hoping we actually get some official Episode 3 content in the next week. And hope this little essay helps to tide you over in the meantime.

UPDATE: Official show stills that confirm the photos above.

[ashsostrange]

it’s stand on business o’clock, cz i know y’all sick gw*les & p*nkflower shippers + delulu gwen stans ain’t try to run my girl bree (@breeandhermunches) off her blog… you got me all the way fucked up and ima tag this in ALL the categories. you can’t do anything about it 🤣 if you’re upset, then scroll ho. if you know i’m not talking about you, then have a great day! 🫶 if the shoe fits, then wear it.

i’m getting disrespectful. ima return the energy you hoes dished out n you better take it like some mf champs. y’all wanted to fuck around so now you gotta hear my mouth and find out. read it ‘n weep. clearing you bitches gives me life.

such a shame we’re back here, but y’all are mad, mad miserable. like, i’ve never seen a fandom so chronically online. are you even trying to mask the fact that you rarely step outside anymore…? 😬

let me making it so very clear why i’m making this post in the first place, bc y’all seem to struggle with my main concerns never clicking in your heads.

y’all have the time to sit in somebody’s inbox and complain about their hatred towards fictional ships, meanwhile the people y’all complain about stay on their pages and mind their business? 🤨 those people being US. ion recall none of us going directly to YOUR pages to hate on punkflower and gwiles. if we hate, it’s on our pages. i don’t go looking for a mf fight, that’s mad childish. y’all were riding bree’s dick like crazy. at this point, her hate for gwiles must keep y’all up at night. talk to a therapist about that. it’s not healthy. i’m gna address ALL the bs y’all be on.

so now that you know why i’m posting this, let me set few things straight for y’all.

“don’t use the ship tag to hate! 🤬🤬” the day you copyright and trademark the tag, present me with an official “tumblr etiquette” rule book or, show me proof that you own tumblr is the day i’ll stop. ima do wtv i want whenever i want, please get that thru ya hollow ass heads. y’all aren’t entitled to anything. not respect, not no damn “common courtesy,” ESPECIALLY not over dysfunctional ships/fictional characters 🤣 i don’t owe you SHIT.

some of were y’all tryna go back and forth with me at the grown ass age of TWENTY. over GWILES. a sixteen yr old vs a twenty yr old, see your life 😂😂 it’s truly alarming. go get employed. if you alr are, then call your manager and pick up some more shifts bc you clearly ain’t doing enough. if college graduation rates begin to decline, i know exactly who to come to. everything’s going up and even tho you should be standing on some mf business so you can afford the cost of living, you’re arguing with teenagers online instead. a lot of you have too much free time.

“you posted this publicly under the tag, you can’t expect people not to want to argue” yes i can! block me and scroll. we don’t have to argue. i don’t remember starting an argument? i was never on your pages. i only reblog shit when it appears on my dash. like i said, i’m not searching far n wide for no damn fight. 🤷‍♀️ nobody told y’all to bitch, whine, and reblog mine or bree’s shit. your issue is that you have no self control. you don’t know when to hold yourself tf back, so you feel obligated to reply. god forbid someone has a differing opinion. my post was never even about the flaws in miles and gwen’s relationship. i was talking about how it is disappointing to see miles’ story be reduced to a love story. unfortunately, y’all forgot to put your glasses on beforehand and read “i hate gwiles.” yes, i hate gwiles!!! but that was not the point of my post. y’all are either illiterate or trying to let off some serious steam. i’m not having any of it. maybe y’all are upset i called you delusional, but you’ve effortlessly proven my point.

this is the internet. you have the tools to avoid seeing what me n bree hv to say, so why are you throwing a tantrum like a goddamn child instead of utilizing them?? you’re not special. the world doesn’t revolve around you and what you want. people are dying n you’re worried about a hate post under a ship tag?? mind you, that was the one and only “hate post” i’ve EVER put under that fuckass tag 😭 bree will make one post about gwiles, and y’all are the ones who’ll drag it out, then call her “obsessed.”we’re doomed bc y’all are doomed.

the white mfs complaining ab the term “snow bunny”… jesus 🤦‍♀️ ts didn’t even mean what you think it meant in the first place. it was originally used to refer to female skiers. some of y’all swear up, down, n all around that being “racist” to white people is the same as racism towards black people, and it’s not. let’s use “snow bunny” and the n-word as examples:

snow bunny had an alternative use before it was used to refer to white people. there’s no significant history behind it at all, unless you count tiktok as history. the n word has always been the n word. it’s always been derogatory, and anyone will a brain would know it’s mad history behind the word. it roots in deep hatred. people continue to use this word to belittle those who are black, or use it lightly around their friends nd behind closed doors as if it’s a common cuss word. y’all’s experiences with “racism” are nowhere near comparable to the experiences black people have BEEN facing and will be facing for fucking ever. white people have and always will be seen as the superior race, therefore, you face minimal to no “racism” outside of the internet, and i’d do anything to be able to say that. don’t even @ me talking about “🥹🥹 that doesn’t make racism against white people oka—“ i don’t care. at all. drink some water. you’ll be fine.

“you guys hate women!!!” “y’all hate gwen bc she’s white!!” like, you sound so fkn dumb nd all i can do is sit and stare at you.

me nd bree are black girls. people from EVERY race and EVERY ethnicity hate black people and EVERYONE hates black girls. hell, not even black men like us. why on god’s green mf earth would we ever want sb else to feel that way??

yk what y’all need to do? y’all need to quit whining and accept the fact that bree doesn’t like gwen because of what she did to miles. it’s as simple as that. stop trying to complicate things bc you so desperately want to deem her and other people who hate gwen “racists” or “misogynists.” no. i fw gwen heavy, nd me and bree are able to coexist bc neither of us are fucking delusional and regularly touch grass 🤷‍♀️ same thing with all my other mutuals.

meanwhile, you hoes get your panties in a twist when sb calls gwen a snow bunny as if she’s a sentient being who’s going to cry over ts, like, no. your feelings are hurt? take a fucking walk! nobody has to like her.

and punkflower, oh my god 😐 i’ve never been homophobic and i never will be. i’m literally queer. i’m not about that friendly fire before y’all try and call me homophobic. my thing is, if hobie was originally supposed to be a nineteen year old, n now his age is unconfirmed, why in the hell would we go and age him down to sixteen?? all y’all wna do is ship that man with miles or write smut about him. some of y’all wanna do both!! you change his age when it’s convenient to you. if you don’t see an issue with that, then i can’t help you. you’re weird. until i hear otherwise from one of the directors, he’s 19.

ghostflower or gwiles 🙃 the reason y y’all are sobbing or wtv. i thought y’all were exaggerating when you said gwiles was your religion, but it’s looking like i was very incorrect. real talk, ion like that fuckass ship. i don’t have to and neither does anybody else. just like you lames do with gwen, you dig deep in your ass for every problematic reason possible. “you have a racial bias!!!” “you hate interracial relationships!!” the fuck?? 😭 do you cunts read what you write before you post it?? “they’re more obsessed with gwiles than we are” “they must be in love with ghostflower & gwen”

…huh? covid really set some of y’all back tremendously because it seems a concerning amount of you lack critical thinking skills. in reality, just like hating gwen, the reason we dislike gwen and miles together is SO very simple. it all boils down to the fact that gwen did miles dirt. and i’ve made a separate post, i’ve talked about why they would never work imo. when i present y’all with my logical reasoning, you dgaf! so the only thing you can do now is shut the hell up, unclench, and cope. since you wna get in your feelings bout it, fuck gwiles, n fuck you too.

y’all even got some of your own people agreeing w me, props to y’all btw 👏 it’s never you i’m talking about.

i hate that y’all made it this deep bc it didn’t need to be. this is a fucking movie. none of this is real, yet you continue to harass me and bree like we murdered your immediate + extended family + the family dog that had cancer. i find myself hoping that one day y’all will realize how dumb you sound, but then i remember some of you niggas are already grown, so it’s looking quite improbable.

and also, don’t b up in my reblogs chattin’ it up about shit i’ve explicitly stated that idc about. i won’t repeat myself because you can’t read. if this post hasn’t shown you i don’t give even half of a fuck about you or your feelings regarding ANYTHING at this point in time, then i don’t really know what will 🤷‍♀️

if i made you mad, go ahead nd suck it up fa me. we won’t be going toe to toe and debating on MY blog because you’ll be actively wasting your own time, as i am not willing to hear anyone out. it’s been that way from the start and it won’t change. if you send an anon message or any type of inbox w some bs then it’ll sit there until the end of time or be swiftly deleted. if you reblog this post trying to invalidate anything i just addressed, i won’t even give you the time of day, bc i said everything that needed to said. i was very articulate and extremely clear. know that i can’t and won’t be swayed in the slightest. we’d just go back and forth until you decide to shut your mouth or block me. so block me now. ian the one.

if you don’t get it, then you don’t fucking get it, but what y’all aren’t gna do is treat people the way y’all were treating bree just because she hates two ships + gwen stacy. you complain about how the fandom sucks like you’re not the same people who make being in fandoms in unenjoyable.

you usually have to go to a therapist and pay for reality checks. luckily for y’all, i gave you one for free! you needed to be humbled and i happily did the humbling. lil piece of advice: stop trying to force people to gaf if they clearly do not. block and move on with your life. you gon get tired one day. leave me, bree, n anyone else you bother tf alone. spend your energy trying to change people’s minds on REAL ISSUES that actually matter, not fucking spider-man.

whew, ANYWAY… i hope i never have to speak bout this again. act right in the near future n i won’t have to “invade your tags” with long paragraphs in which i set you fools straight, thank yewww! 🫶

god bless!! 💗

[skyfallscotland]

ok i just came from chapter 14 and left a long comment on ao3 so i won’t clog your inbox here LOL just gonna say i loved it. but i’m dying to know how you decided on remi’s name for her! it flows so well with the siblings’ names, and it fits in with the style of names in the empyrean books. and the name remi sorrengail just sounds so cool lol

Thank you so much!

I’ve always loved the name and I had it set aside for my first original fantasy romance novel, but then when I started writing this story nothing from my usual names process was hitting quite right.

When I started thinking about what I might want her signet to be, well, I caved. (Remi can mean remedy, or cure) 🥰

My usual process when I start a new long-fic is I get a document ready and go through baby name lists and start copying over names I like the sound of and their meanings, and then vice versa. Then I have a list to pull from for the entire story of characters, side characters etc.

Sometimes though, when I start something I haven’t decided yet and I use a placeholder and just write Name and see what fits her…because the characters often write themselves. That was the case here, she was Name for two chapters or so 😂

[greetings-and-salutations]

“I’m Ladies Man!”

Fred Weasley x Reader

Day 2 of the 13 Nights of Halloween Spooktacular!!!

Masterlist

(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: It’s a Gryffindor Halloween party. With the Weasley twins, cringy costumes, and a whole lot of firewhisky, what could go wrong?

Warnings: starred out swear words, underage drinking, sexual innuendos, I picked your costume for you again, sorry 🤷‍♀️😂

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

“And what exactly are you two supposed to be?”

It was Halloween at Hogwarts, and after a wonderfully tame dinner in the Great Hall with all the little ones and the teachers, Fred and George Weasley had made the executive decision that a good ole fashioned Gryffindor house party was necessary for the older teens to properly get their spooky on. Not that the feast wasn’t excellent, it always was, but there were certain alcoholic beverages that one simply couldn’t get past the watchful eyes of Professor McGonagall and the others. And, the Weasley boys were firm believes that: it wasn’t a holiday without Firewhisky.

Hermione stared at them impatiently, her question hanging in the air as the twins finally made their way down the staircase and into the common room, the party in full swing before them, though it was only natural for the hosts to be fashionable late on such a fashion-forward occasion.

Yes, they’d been informed about the muggle costume tradition. And, naturally, they’d gone all out.

Fred and George looked at each other in mock offense, before turning to the younger girl.

“I’m Snape, obviously.” George said, turning up his nose and crossing his cape over his arms in his best impression of the potions master. His notable mop of ginger locks had even been sacrificed for the look, a hair dying spell turning them into a jet black copy of the professors. It was a good costume, frighteningly good. Fred was almost waiting for his brother to start handing out detentions for the copious amounts of whiskey currently being consumed by the Gryffindor teenagers.

“Right… And you?” Hermione asked, turning her attention to the other boy. Fred smirked proudly.

“I’m Ladies Man!” He flexed his muscles to prove his point, the red spandex pulling taut against his body, making Fred eternally grateful for the hours of quidditch practice that had toned him just so. The colorful spandex was complimented by a pair of white heart boxer shorts, and a plethora of kiss marks Lee had been bullied into drawing on his face. He looked good. Certainly nothing to rival the life-size replica of Severus Snape beside him, but he liked it. He thought it was clever. And by the look on Hermione face, she did too. Though he was also sure she wouldn’t say so. Women are proud like that.

“Of course you are.” She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide the red tint of her cheeks, which made the twins chuckle.

“Well what are you supposed to be then?” George asked, gesturing to Hermione’s significant lack of holiday themed attire. The younger witch sighed, before beginning to unbutton her sweater to reveal a singular piece of parchment attached to the front of her shirt.

“It was Ron’s idea…”

NUDIST ON STRIKE

Fred and George glanced at each other for a moment, before bursting into a fit of laughter, Hermione’s red face darkening in embarrassment as she buttoned her sweater back.

“It’s really not that funny…” She mumbled, crossing her arms with a huff, but the boys just grinned down at her.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, love.” George said, patting her head like one would a small animal. She shrugged his hand off with a pout, but the taller boy wasn’t paying her any mind, his thoughts already moved on to something else. “C’mon Fred. Let’s go get drinks before we accidentally spend the whole party sober.” And suddenly Fred’s attention had followed his brothers, a wide smile crackling the kiss mark in his cheek just a little, as he envisioned the night ahead of him excitedly.

“George, I was thinking exactly the same thing…”

+ + +

(Y/n) wasn’t entirely sure why she’d agreed to go to this stupid party. She wasn’t even a Gryffindor, though upon noting a few various Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws (even some rogue Slytherins) fluttering about, she wasn’t all to self-conscious about that fact. But, even so, (Y/n) had never really been a party person. She was more of a stay in her room reading a good book person. Besides, they’d already had the feast just a few hours prior. Was that not party enough?

“Of course not! That was literally nothing. I swear, you have not lived til you’ve been to one of Fred and George’s parties. They’re legendary…” (Y/n)’s best friend (and the only reason she was dressed as Daphne from Scooby Doo and attending this stupid party in the first place), (Y/f/n), was saying over the loud music. (Y/n) just nodded, her eyes glued to the common room before her and the pure chaos taking it over.

“Hey, I think I see Seamus! I’ll find you later, okay?” Before (Y/n) could form any kind of response to that, (Y/f/n) was gone, and the girl had been left to her own devices, alone in a room full of drunk and scantily clad Gryffindors.

“Great…I think I need a drink.”

+ + +

It hadn’t been very long into their evening, but Fred Weasley was already beginning to feel the familiar buzz of the whisky as he sat with George and Lee on a couch by the fire. He’d had a relatively pleasant evening thus far, though his friends were certainly giving him grief about the veracity of his costume. But Fred wasn’t exactly feeling the “Ladies Man” vibes tonight. Of course, it would be a whole nother story if-

“Freddie, look who made it.” George was pointing at the drink table a little ways away, where a girl in a bright ginger wig stood, awkwardly sipping something in a solo cup. Fred didn’t recognize her at first in the costume, he assumed it was from some cartoon, but it must have been a muggle thing cause he couldn’t quite place it, but when he looked at her face, the costume became the least of his concerns. Fred could almost feel his heart begin beating faster the longer he took in the sight before him. She came…

“Woah, is that (Y/n)? She looks hot-“ Lee was cut off by Fred’s large hand thwaping his shoulder, clearly peeved, though his eyes hadn’t left the girl.

“Ow! What he bloody he*l?” Lee complained, but Fred just glanced at him with a raised brow.

“Don’t talk about her like that.” He ordered, causing George to pipe in with a playful grin.

“Yeah, Lee. Or have you forgotten Freddie’s got dibs?” He asked, earning a thwap of his own. Sure, he’d had a crush on the girl since the sorting ceremony; the way her perfect smile lit up any room she went in, and how cute she’d be when he imagined her in his clothes (in a non-creepy way, obviously), but Fred believed in being respectful to women. Especially the really pretty ones he had daydreams of publicly professing his love to some day…

“I haven’t got dibs! Nobody’s- I mean- there’s no dibs!” He stuttered over himself, finally turning away fully to glare angrily at his other half.

“Merlin, Fred don’t get your knickers in a twist.” But Fred wasn’t done.

“They’re not- I’m not- just shove off will you?” He could feel his cheeks heating up the more they teased him about (Y/n).

It wasn’t like it was his intention to get so flustered around the girl. He*l, if he had it his way, he’d have gone up to her a long time ago, used some line, that he knew from experience always worked, and had her right where he wanted her.

But (Y/n) was different. And no matter how much he tried to tell his head that wasn’t the case, his heart was in constant disagreement.

“I’ve got a better idea.” George said with an evil grin that fit perfectly into his costume, and terrified Fred half to death.

“Why don’t you shove off, and go over there?” He offered, hands on his brothers shoulders, directing him towards the drink table.

“And what? Talk to her? What am I even supposed to say?” He complained, well aware he’d be ruthlessly teased for the moment of weakness, but not really caring as he was genuinely hoping for an answer. But, knowing George-

“Yeah, I suppose “wanna shag in the broom cupboard” might come off a bit too strong, huh Lee?”

“Yeah, maybe open with snogging? I hear chicks dig that sorta thing.”

Fred was completely gobsmacked.

“What the actual sh*t?”

“We’ll stop when you go talk to her.” Lee said in a singsong voice that earned him the harshest glare Fred was sure he’d ever given. But Lee barely flinched and Fred sighed, resigning to his fate.

“Fine! Fine, alright? You wankers are pathetic…” He complained, before standing from the couch, and fiddling with his costume til he was sure his cape wasn’t crooked and his shorts weren’t rumpled or anything. Cause that would be embarrassing…

“Love you too!”

“Good luck!”

Well, here goes nothing…

+ + +

“You come here often?” (Y/n) looked up from her drink with a confused expression, not expecting to be spoken to at all that night, much less be shamelessly flirted with by one of the Weasley twins, though she was ashamed to note that she couldn’t tell which. He was dressed in some red superhero costume, but (Y/n) assumed it was some sort of inside joke or something, as she didn’t get it. It did look really good on him though…

She was almost inclined to look around and see if he was indeed talking to her or perhaps someone else entirely, but, recalling how awkward and pathetic that looked in movies, and due to the fact that his eyes were very clearly studying her face, she opted to answer him instead.

“Was that the best you could come up with?” (Y/n) asked, referring to his immensely overused line from before. But the redhead seemed undeterred, shrugging his shoulders with an impish grin.

“Ah, that’s just the opener, love. You gotta stick around the rest of the night if you wanna get my good ones.” Okay, (Y/n) had to admit, that one was a little better. But, she wasn’t going to tell him that.

“Is that so?” She asked earning a nod of agreement, before he held his hand out.

“Uh huh. I’m Fred.” He introduced as (Y/n) tentatively shook his hand.

“(Y/n)… so what happens if I don’t?” She asked, making his face scrunch up in confusion in a way that (Y/n) found incredibly adorable. Another thing she wouldn’t be mentioning out loud…

“Don’t…?”

“Stick around.” She reminded him of his early words, a look of realization crossing the tall boys face, before his grin returned.

“Well, I suppose I’ll just have to try harder next time.” He said, leaning in a little closer as he did, his hand coming to rest casually on the table beside her. (Y/n)’s heart rate picked up out of her control.

“Oh, so there’s already gonna be a next time?” She asked, hoping he couldn’t hear the erratically beating organ from their close proximity.

“Well that all depends.” He said, showing no indication that he had, though (Y/n) wasn’t taking any chances, and smoothly (or what she hoped was smoothly) slipped further down the table to grab a candy from the bowl.

“On what?” She asked as she went, feeling the presence of him following behind her.

“On if you’ve got plans this weekend?” (Y/n) stopped dead in her tracks, caught completely off guard by Fred’s sudden boldness.

“And if I do?” She practically squeaked, cursing herself as she knew for a fact Fred had noticed her nervousness now, his smirk growing exponentially in response.

“Well then, THAT all depends.” He said, grabbing the candy from her hands and popping it into his mouth. (Y/n) was too invested in the progression of the conversation to care.

“On what?” She asked, her curiosity besting her, as she wondered where he was going with this.

“On what I have to do to get you to change them.” He shrugged his shoulders as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. (Y/n) looked at the ground to avoid him catching a glimpse of the blushy smile she was sporting at his words.

“You’re really not giving up, are you?” She asked, still not looking him in the eyes, but she didn’t need to to know the playful grin was still covering his face, a staple, it seemed, for the Weasley clan.

“Not in my nature, I’m afraid. So?”

Sure, (Y/n) hadn’t exactly gone into this evening with the intention of talking up one of the Weasley twins. But, really, what was the harm? He was extremely cute, and talking to him seemed far more interesting then waiting around for (Y/f/n) to finish snogging Seamus Finnigan in a closet somewhere. And, who knows? Maybe something might come out of this whole Fred Weasley thing. The girl couldn’t exactly say she’d mind all that much…

(Y/n) finally looked back up into his expectant eyes with a playful grin of her.

“Get me a refill. Then we’ll talk.” And Fred smirked back.

“Yes, ma’am…”

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[nicosavior456]

My Hero Academia Ideal Ending

Here are my thoughts on what makes a good ending for MHA:

1: Get rid of the ranking system

Doing this will not only create a better hero society and not create more heroes like Endeavor, but it'll show us that the heroes can be equal.

2: Have Shigaraki die at the end

I'm going to be honest here, I don't want him to live in the end. He can't be redeemed because he has killed hundreds if not thousands of people during the war arc when he woke up. Deku does still want to try to save the little boy (Tenko) inside of Shigaraki, and when and if he does, Shigaraki's consciousness will probably be intertwined with Tenko's. So the only way for Deku to really truly save Tenko is to kill Shigaraki. This will break Deku, but it'll show us that Deku can't save everybody.

3: Have Deku end up with Uraraka

Personally, I don't care if they end up together or not, I just want to see those toxic BakuDeku shippers cry 😂. But on a serious note though, it'll be a nice ending for both of them. Although, I also don't mind if they don't end up together if Uraraka decides to focus more on being a hero then being with Deku because that would be mature for her.

4: Have Spinner and Mr Compress stay alive and redeem them

These 2 haven't done anything that's horrible compared to Toga, Dabi, and Shigaraki, so keep them alive and have them better themselves. I'm sure there are more villains I'm missing that deserved to be redeemed, but those are the two that popped in my head.

5: Have Shoto be an aspiring hero after Endeavor's death

Endeavor and Dabi are going to die 100%, that's a no brainer. If Shoto were to see that in front of his eyes, it will absolutely traumatize him. But I'm sure when his friends continue to support him and carry on his father's legacy, he'll feel better and be an aspiring hero for society to look up to. It'll take time for that to happen, but it's a nice start.

6: Keep Bakugo dead

He had a fitting conclusion to his story. Having him revived would be stupid because what else is there for his story to continue? I'm hoping what happens is that if Bakugo does end up getting revived, have him stay unconscious so that maybe Deku and Bakugo can talk one last time in the vestige world. Have Bakugo admit defeat and come to the conclusion that he'll never catch up to Deku and that Deku is a better and stronger hero. Bakugo will probably tell Deku to tell Edgeshot to not properly revive him since Bakugo is done and that he wants to rest in piece. If this happens (which is a very small percentage), I'll deadass put Bakugo at an A tier.

Any thoughts on these?

I know that people want the league of villians to be ‘saved’ at the end but Deku, Ururaka, and Shoto should not be responsible for them. Shigaraki, Dabi, and Toga dying could inspire the three to improve society as a whole, I’m sorry but those three are irredeemable, besides I liked tragic villians

[purble-turble]

I don't ship it, but imagine macaque post breakup joining the bullfan couple, and all of them being too akward to tell red son that Mac is the boyfriend. And they are incredibly bad at hiding it (especially when dbk is back from the mountain) but red son never notices it

Mei:I'm gonna tell him

MK: Dont you dare

Oh my gosh, I totally ship this now. Macaque would fit in so well between Iron Fan and DBK haha

Red Son would notice that Macaque moves into the fortress, but yeah he definitely doesn’t notice that the monkey is now in a romantic relationship with both his parents! He probably just has too much respect for his parents to assume something like that, and unless they explicitly tell him, it literally wouldn’t even cross his mind.. even when he walks in and finds his parents snuggling with Macaque sandwiched between them. He’s just like, “oh, I’m glad my parents have reunited with such a good friend.”

Mei is definitely dying to tell him that his parents are fucking the monkey 😂

[chenfordspiral]

Anything with a 2! Also 50💜

You know, now I'm the one laughing cause you and Sarah also had pretty much the same idea for these questions 😂 and apologies for the late reply, I fell asleep way too quickly last night lol

2. what's your favorite color? Lilac!

12. i'm giving you a plane ticket, where are you going? England to go see Yas and hug the crap out of her.

20. biggest pet peeves? Mh, the first one that came to mind is loud chewing.. but I probably have a dozen more.

21. describe your style/aesthetic I’m not sure I have a style, much less an aesthetic. But I definitely value comfort a lot, so I won’t be wearing any tight fitting tops. Mostly, it’s just pants and a shirt haha. I love wearing long skirts during the summer, though. But it’s never exactly trendy or anything.

22. what's your favorite thing about yourself? I'd like to think I'm good at problem solving? Also, unless it's waiting for a new episode of The Rookie, I'm a pretty patient person.

23. what's your favorite day of the week and why? I wanna say Friday just because the weekend's right there, but your reasoning for Tuesday has me wanting to change my answer (even though new episodes are in the middle of the night on Wednesdays for me).

24. morning or night person? I always have been and likely always will be a night owl.

25. tea or coffee? Tea! I think I've had maybe 8-10 cups of coffee in my entire life.

26. you can only read one book for the rest of your life. what book is it? For this answer to be accurate, I'd have to start reading actual books again 🥴 it's been so long since I've picked up a book that I don't even remember the last one I read.

27. you're stuck in a lift with your favorite tumblr account who is it? Oh boy, you're really gonna make me choose?? That's rudeee haha. That being said, my girl @escapismqueen will always be at the top of that list cause I'd need someone to talk me out of my panic... and I know I'd always gladly spend some time with you and @queseraone just talking about, well, The Rookie and Taylor Swift 🤭

28. do you have any siblings? One older brother.

29. what's your biggest fear? Imma be honest - dying, and whatever there is after.

32. what is your comfort movie/tv show? I know The Rookie would be the obvious answer since it's my current (and maybe biggest ever) obsession, but it's actually Friends, Big Bang Theory, and (older seasons of) NCIS.

42. favorite flavor of ice cream? Mango and raspberry.

50. nothing. just wanted to say that ily. ♡ I definitely love you too and I'm so glad to know you and that I reached out when I did! ❤︎

[justallihere]

re-read time -- pieces/details that I adored in this chapter!!!

I love that you've added the detail, that even in a sling, Violet can still beat people up easily. she's a fucking threat even when handicapped. I love a woman who can easily kill me

"It wasn’t fair to leave them in the dark as she had been." They are the best friend group and I hope all my current/future friendships are like this

"That’s okay. You can just breathe for a minute.” -- Ridoc is so sweet. He knows she doesnt have much time but giving her the space to just breathe, ugh Ridoc has my heart

What was going through Liam's mind when he realized Violet knew?

“Sit down,” she ordered, and he sat." -- Garrick not even protesting or questioning Violet, had me dying

"Brennan winced. Bodhi and Imogen looked away from her. Garrick ran a hand across his mouth. Liam—Liam she still didn’t let herself look at. " -- I so badly want to know what theyre all thinking and if they feel any guilt? Are they all in awe (Xaden too) that Violet figured this all out on her own with NO help whatsoever?

“Of course I fucking care!” he shouted, and it was maybe the first time he’d ever raised his voice at her. “Fuck, do you really think I’m such an awful, heartless person that I could take care of you and hold you the way that I have and it means nothing to me? Do you think you mean nothing to me?”  -- OMG AHHH. YOUR HONOR IS THIS A CONFESSION??? IS IT???? Even on my re-read, this still hit me with the same intensity

“I think we’ve already got all the secrets out in the open,” he said quietly. -- XADEN YOU FOOL HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU IDIOT. I am cackling so hard. On a different note, is he genuinely upset that Violet verbalized what his second signet is?

Just thinking of this line "“Yes. Okay,” Xaden repeated. “I’m assuming you just figured it out, and even if you didn’t and kept it to yourself, that’s your right.” -- So curious to know whats going on in his head but I know we're in the long haul until we have his POV

“I can just read your face, Sorrengail,” Xaden said. “I know you despite your every effort to the contrary.” -- WHY AM I HEARTBROKEN THAT HE CALLED HER SORRENGAIL AND NOT VIOLET OR VIOLENCE. Xaden is in the naughty corner and he knows it.

The angst was so good!!! This is my favorite chapter, which i feel like it constantly changes every time you update

Ridoc deserves the entire world and I will give it to him!!

Liam was trying to figure out if he was going to be the first to die 😂 just a steady stream of “oh shit oh shit we’re fucked she’s so scary like this”

Garrick went “she is in charge of this country and subsequently of me I’ll sit like a good boy”

I don’t think any of them are really guilty. They’re all falling into the “we had to do what we had to do” camp with the added bonus of just following Xaden’s orders. They are all very nervous of what Violet might do and very impressed that she figured it out

He’s not upset that she knows necessarily because Violet is right (and so was Sgaeyl)—some part of him knew that she had the pieces and she’d put it together. It’s more the danger it puts her and the entire country in if anyone else finds out about it

Calling her Sorrengail was like a punch to the stomach but I was writing it and I was like “yeah this fits here”

Thank you bestie 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[kingkatsuki]

Jo Jo Jo I know you’ve posted a few Sanemi fics for the canon universe and your selfship so far has seemed pretty angsty with him

But what about a modern AU? A reincarnation perhaps!? What will your relationship be with him in that respect 👀 would you have a moment of ‘I’ve known this man before’ or is it kind of a slow burn sort of thing

AHHHHH. This is so fucking hard because the reason I think I’m getting into writing for Demon Slayer now is because of the time period? Like it’s a totally different vibe for every other fandom I’m in and it’s a nice change of pace to actually think about whether shit fits (and like omg for the first time in my life I’m not just writing social media/texting in fics😂💀)

But if I really had to think about it (because I love the thought of reincarnation), I like to think that we end up as neighbours? I end up moving into this sketchy apartment on the outskirts of town because I broke up with my boyfriend/fell out with my family and I literally have nothing but a few small boxes of shit.

And cause it’s a sketchy area people keep to themselves for the most part, but I’ve seen Sanemi in the halls and he always seems to give me lingering looks although we never speak. Even passing on the stairs there isn’t as much as a morning/evening as we pass by like strangers.

Until one evening I end up setting off the fire alarm inside my apartment when I burn a cake, and there’s a loud banging on the door so I think it’s gonna be the landlord or someone in the apartment block that’s fuming over the noise but I open it and Sanmei is standing there. And he says he was about to knock the door down because he saw the smoke, and he thought I was dying🥺 but then I tell him I was just trying to bake a cake and he’s like “this dumbass”

But then like 30 mins later I’m knocking on his door and asking if he wants a slice, and he’s like “didn’t you burn it to shit?” And I’m giving him a piece that is salvageable and he takes it but practically closes the door in my face.

And the next morning I see him on the landing and I wave and say good morning and he tells me my cake tasted like shit😭😂 but then he starts small talking with me, and offers to help fix up my apartment like fix the leaky tap and sort out my dodgy plastering🥺 and I force him to agree to dinner to say thanks and we just end up getting take out and chilling on my couch until well into the night.

I haven’t decided how he figures out it was me or I know it was him, but maybe I’ll ponder that now.

But also omg, imagine the pain of him being reincarnated and not being able to find me? Like the times it took before he does. SIGH.

[musicaltheaternerd142]

Cartoon characters I enjoy

The type of cartoon characters I enjoy usually fit this checklist

•are male villains

•are from a cartoon

•are voiced by celebrities

•sing at least once

•not human

So here are some cartoon characters that I like, and at least fill some of the boxes.

1. Baron Draxum (voiced by John Cena in season 1, then by Roger Craig Smith in season 2)

Bro is my favorite character in the whole damn series! Don’t get me started on the face reveal and redemption arc in season 2. I legit died when I found out that he was voiced by John Cena. Bro had a killer musical number in season 1 ngl. I don’t ship him with Splinter btw, personally I see them more as like people who just tolerate each other since they raise the turtles together.

2. Joe (voiced by Alan Rickman)

I fucking LAUGHED at his death scene, man. He just drowned on-screen. That awkward silence during that scene got me wheezing, man! His musical number slaps, even though it gives off “knock-off be prepared” vibes. Him being voiced by Snape is just the cherry on top. Joe may be a villain, but he absolutely carried the movie, I don’t think I would’ve liked Help I’m a Fish if he wasn’t in the movie. Personally, I would’ve preferred a redemption arc instead of him dying at the end.

3. Fizzarolli and Asmodeus (voiced by Alex Brightman and James Monroe Iglehart)

(I couldnt find a gif with Asmodeus in it:/)

So, one thing to know about me is that I like musicals. Another thing is that I like cartoons. So of course I would like Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel. My pfp is currently Fizzarolli rn. Fizzaroli is legit voiced by the guy who was Beetlejuice in Beetlejuice the musical. And Asmodeus is voiced by the guy who was the genie in the Aladdin musical. The musical number they sang slapped! And I can’t wait for the next episode!

4. Striker (voiced by Norman Reedus in season 1, episode 5, then was voiced by Edward Bosco in season 2, episode 4)

He’s not my favorite character in the show, he’s alright imo. I never saw the walking dead, but Norman Reedus is cool. The song he sings in the episode is cool. After the most recent episode he was in (season 2, episode 4) I just think he’s ok.

5. Tamatoa (voiced by Jeanine Clement)

Bro, I legit had a crush on this guy when he first appeared on the screen when I watched it in theatres. Like, in my child mind, he was SO fine!😂 His musical number is hella catchy! Yes, I watch Schaffrillas productions on YouTube. I honestly don’t think they’ll add him in the live action remake.

6. Bowser (voiced by Jack Black)

GIVE THIS MAN AN EMMY!!! The song “Peaches” freakin’ slaps. It goes on the same level as “I’m just Ken” from the new Barbie movie. I saw the Mario movie with my family, and it was good. Jack Black was the best part of this movie ngl.

Honorable Mentions:

• Krad (voiced by Ed Asner)

• Strike (voiced by Micheal Dorn)

• Bill Cipher (voiced by Alex Hirsch)

• King Andrias (voiced by Keith David)

I could name more, but those were most of them off the top of my head.

[dejalix]

Flustered

Nothing just tooth rotting fluff and sugary sweetness

Warnings: mentions of food…and there’s no telling how many spelling errors I made…I tried to proof read but uhm I’m not sure 😂😂😂😂

Jongseob x Reader

Whether it was him looking at you with soft eyes or his close eyed smile. It was something that made your skin heat up and butterflies dance in your tummy. Did he do this on purpose? Not necessarily, but he did love seeing you flustered. It gave him this sense of comfort in the fact that out of the Billions of people in the world you chose him. And yes he could be busy sometimes but the time you two spent together away from the company and away from school was awesome. He was hesitant at first to show any affection openly but once he got comfortable it was a wrap. He likes holding your hand a lot. This seems like a simple gesture to most but the courage that the two of you had to build up was through the roof. But don't look at him while he's holding your hand or the next thing to come is nothing but a fit of giggles and jongseob dying for air.

He loves dancing with you. Whether your a dancer or not he will most definitely bring you to the practice room and you two will dance in the mirror to your hearts content. Just don’t make eye contact or he is done for. You’re very close with all the members, but you, soul, intak and Jongseob in the same room is hell for the hyung line. One time when the three of you + intak decided to hang out you and soul taped jongseob and intak to the wall with duck tape. That one the last time staffs and Keeho left you four unattended.

Since you and Jongseob are so young the company made sure to keep your relationship a secret for the privacy of the both of yall. Although on multiple occasions it was almost revealed by accident of course. The members can be clumsy sometimes and fans are very observant. One time you let jongseob keep one of your scrunchies and the fans noticed it almost immediately. This almost caused the scandal of the century until keeho swooped in and saved the day by claiming it was his. Thank God for that. From that day forward you guys were always extra careful. The privacy of the two of you guys was top priority.

Since your privacy is always at risk you and Jongseobs first date was quite funny. The members ordered take out for the two of you and set up the practice room almost like a restaurant. Staffs thought it was absolutely hilarious when the rest of the P1 members were the restaurant “workers”. They all dressed up as waiters and made jiung and soul be the chefs. (They had fake mustaches too which of course was souls idea). You and jongseob just giggled and smiled the whole time as everyone tried their best to make that experience memorable for you both.

I say all that to say this. Jongseob as your boyfriend...theres nothing better in the whole wide world. Plus the p1 members come as a packaged deal of chaos and joy.