#Using the accent makes it even funnier

[prettybirdgrayson]

During Gotham War:

Dick: My name is Richard John Grayson. You hurt my brother. Prepare to die.

[eternallovers65]

I love how they brought back David Tennant, told us the doctor is trans and gay but still won't let David use his Scottish accent

It's like "I'm fine with the gay/trans affirmations, but I draw the line at the Scottish accent"

[deityofhearts]

also on the topic of southern shit I really hate peoples like need to make fun of how southern ppl talk it’s so irritating it’s like all the time

[colemckenzies]

very funny that my french accent as an adult is almost definitely better than it would have been bc of me being absolutely obsessed w joseph and the technicolour dreamcoat as a kid. eh bien raise your berets indeed.

[weepingflowerbonkcop]

Here's another post regarding the Linked Universe created by jojo. I'll try and finish all the rest some time. Enjoy!

What the Chain thinks about a Modern! Reader using slang/meme references:

Time

• I believe that Time being the oldest of the Links is old school/traditional when talking.

• He's using real medieval talk, things like saying "Salutations/greetings, my friend." Instead of just saying a simple, "Hi/ Hey, how you doing bud?"

• He's the type of guy to not use too many abbreviations when he talks. Things like saying, "cannot" instead of "can't." He just radiates that energy.

• So, him meeting a Modern! Reader would be ... quite the interaction. The first time meeting reader would've startled him as they use slang and just throwing him for a loop.

• He's kind of like the cat with the buffering wheel on its forehead, but that's only whenever reader speaks or opens their mouth.

• He gets one of the younger incarnations to translate to him as reader joins the group on their adventure.

• He'll try his best to understand the terms the more he grows on the reader.

• As for memes tho - no. Just straight up no. He doesn't understand them or the readers broken humour. Gremlin humour he gets but the idea that reader bursts out laughing while looking at something remotely close or similar to meme just makes him worry.

• He will however try and use some of the terms when he talks, but he just ends up butchering them or using them incorrectly. He sounds like the hip dad trying to stay in touch with the kids.

• 6.5/10 He tries to understand/learn readers slang and that's just sweet. He would've scored higher if he wasn't that dad.

Twilight

• Twilight - similar to Time - is more old school when talking. He's not as uptight as Time and does use abbreviations when talking and he slurs some of his words sometimes.

• The fandom has established that he's got an accent and it makes it harder to understand him when he talks sometimes.

• Poor guy thought it was the same for you when he first heard you use slang. He genuinely thought it was just an accent.

• He doesn't always understand, but he's quicker than Time to learn what you mean. He's the one to sometimes translate what you say to Time after Wild explains it to him first  and half the time it's incorrect though does Wild do it on purpose? Maybe.

• He's the one to ask Wild in his spare time about some of the terms and how to use them when talking to try and impress you.

• With memes though ... he also buffers. Modern! Reader would make even the slightest reference to a meme and he'll sit and buffer for a bit before asking. Its funnier when he's Wolfie.

• He finds certain memes to be funny though. Cowboy memes or any farm memes would tickle his funny bone.

• He's a 7.5 or 8/10 because he's a sweetheart and uses his free time to try and get closer to Modern! Reader even if it's just by using some slang.

Warriors

• I'd imagine him having a bit of a higher education since he's a knight and having travelled with Athena to other kingdoms. He would use the military lingo and the more posh Hylian/upper class Hylian.

• He talks proper and sometimes pronounces words a little different. Almost like he's got a fancy British accent.

• He's taken back by the loose words reader uses some confuse him leading to him asking questions.

• He's actually one of the Links that's more interested in learning slang and memes from readers world.

• He's a bit more open to readers world and the quirks that come with it other than just the slang.

• He tries to figure out the slang by taking in the entire sentence and trying to figure it out. He's definitely the cool uncle when he uses slang and correctly.

• He's Time's other translator when Twilight isn't around.

• Warriors actively stays quiet whenever reader talks because he does like how well slang rolls off readers tongue.

• He wouldn't fancy the meme references all that much, but he tries and keeps an open mind.

• Warriors does make bets with Legend about some of the terms and what they mean or how Time will react to reader using more slang/meme references through the day. He'll sometimes egg reader on with any military memes especially the Area 51 memes.

• Overall he's a solid 8/10.

[shaunamilfman]

Jackie Taylor with an s/o that plays video games

pre-crash headcanons

Jackie Taylor is for sure a hater of any hobby you have. Why would you want to have a hobby when you could just watch her being pretty?? 

she’d definitely approach this with the intent of getting you to stop playing and pay attention to her at first. she’s laying all over you absolutely astonished that you’re still playing video games while she’s there. You seriously have a pretty girl in your lap and still want to play minecraft?

She’s realizing the error of this plan as you assume she’s interested and start explaining what’s going on in your game. It wasn’t her intention, but she figures at least this way you’re still paying her attention. She’ll get what she can get.

Jackie would end up getting really interested in the story line and would get upset with you if you even thought about playing it without her. she asks you so many dumb questions about game mechanics and makes you go through every single dialog option that it takes you like 40 hours to finish a 20 hour game

Jackie would get really into competitive games on your behalf. like she'd sitting there cheering you on like she's watching a fucking soccer game. Jackie buys you headphones with a mic so she can start shit talking people you play against. she gets really into the spirit of the competition man. 

Jackie talking about you embarrassing her after she shit talked everyone and you died like 3 minutes in lmao. all “how could you do this to me 😔” and shit. i just know Jackie Taylor would be an absolute menace on a mic regardless of if you had the skill to back it up

it's even funnier because she'd be so so bad at it herself. Jackie blows herself up with her own grenade like every time because she hits the wrong button. pouts and gives up after one round. isn't she dreamy?? 🥰🥰

Jackie trying to get into playing games but it's just her running around frolicking in the tall grass and handing you the controller whenever she had to fight someone

speaking of which I just know she went out and bought the pink controller. your black controller was not cute enough for her 

Jackie looks up guides for you whenever you get stuck on something. you think it's sweet but she just gets bored easily

Playing Minecraft with Jackie but all she does is build the house and accidently screw you over. Jackie moves the bed while your gone and completely fucks your spawn point up. Jackie's just like “i wanted to put carpet there 😔” Jackie also dies from falling off the house at some point and is at spawn getting farmed by mobs till you come get her. 

Jackie has you off in the mines for days because she wants an iron block accent wall. she only ever wants the expensive blocks I just know it. she's building your house out of the wood block instead of the planks, and she'll be damned if she's gathering those resources herself

Jackie taking your diamond armor to wear while she builds the house because “it's prettier than iron 🥰🥰.”

You come back from a long day of mining and Jackie wants to show you the heart shaped leaves on the trees that took her an hour to do. 

Jackie's house gets blown up by a creeper and she's beside herself over it I just know it

you make the mistake of showing Jackie the Sims because you think she might like it. she's obsessed immediately. 

she plays it on her regular laptop and it sounds like an airplane taking off 

Jackie has a painstakingly perfect recreation of your place with you guys in it, and she will make this your problem

sim you cheats on sim Jackie and she won't speak to you for days. she texts you a picture of the notification like “wowwwwwww. okay.” it does not matter to her that it was a video game lmaoo

catching Jackie recreating a girl who flirted with you so she can lock her in the pool to drown

Jackie picking your outfit out one day and you're just staring at her suspiciously

"what? 😁" / "these kind of look like the outfits you put us in your game" / "pffff. whattttt?”

you'll fall asleep to Jackie playing it and wake up and she's still there. it gets so bad you and Shauna have to stage an intervention. 

Jackie gets pissed whenever your character can marry/date another character. She found out you married Haley in Stardew Valley and still glares at you whenever she sees a coconut. “why don't you go tell your WIFE 🙄.” my petty queen. 

trying to get Jackie to play a resident evil game but she cries like ten minutes in because she's so stressed/scared from the background noises. three creek floor noises and she's gone. hasn't even gotten in the house yet 

Jackie grows to really love the fact that you have a hobby she can also enjoy/participate in with you. Jackie loves to spend all her time and energy with you, even if you aren't giving her your full attention like she'd prefer. 

Jackie makes you pick all the nice dialog lines because she'll get upset if your character is mean. She has such strong opinions about dialog choices that she'll argue with you for like ten minutes over why you should pick a certain choice even though it has absolutely no impact on the story

Jackie definitely cheats at choice games and knows all the possible consequences for every single choice. you go to steal a candy bar or something and she's like “NOOO!”

slightly unrelated but Jackie would totally pick bae>bay without hesitation. Everyone in the town is dead? small price to pay for lesbians

going feral over the idea Jackie Taylor sitting across your lap scrolling on Pinterest while you have your arms around her holding the controller as you play

[yjhariani]

Doon

Task Force 141 X GN!Reader

A/N: Another dedication, this one is for @itzclouding who got me inspired by this post to write this little something about getting influenced by Soap's accent and dialect.

Disclaimer: This is mostly taken from observation by the media I'm consuming. Please, educate me if I'm pragmatically off. I'm not sure how to categorise this one, maybe for non-English native speaker!Reader? For non-British!Reader? Non-Scottish!Reader?

The stages of a human being learning languages started by the listening phase followed by the speaking phase. It seemed that spending quite some time with three English men and one Scottish man got you into those phases unconsciously.

Firstly, of course, you were listening to what they were saying and how they said it. You started stressing a part of a word differently, adapting to whoever you spent the last few days with. Then, you started picking up some slang they were using in the different ways they were saying them.

When you started using them in your own way of pronunciation, they did not actually notice it. It was as if the slang had been part of your vocabulary this whole time. 

Things started to get apparent over time. Like the first time you spent a week on a mission with Soap and you returned a different person.

After that mission, the squad members were gathering for a catch up. All of you were about to have a movie night in a meeting room.

��We’re short on food,” Price realised.

“I’ll fetch it doon at the mess,” you volunteered, not realising that you sounded almost identical to Soap.

The whole group turned to you. Soap had gotten used to it and he still looked entertained. Ghost raised an eyebrow under his mask. Gaz let out a scoff of amusement. Price tilted his head a little.

“Doon at the mess?”Soap asked, a smug smile on his face.

“Where else am I getting food, mate?” you replied before making your way to the door.

“Haste ye back,” Soap yelled.

“Aye,” you replied.

As it turned out, your obliviousness was even funnier to them.

“I swear to God, Soap, if you influence them any further, I will kick you in the throat,” Ghost warned.

“I never did,” Soap insisted. “They just picked it up like that time with you.”

“With me?” Ghost repeated, offended.

“Oh, I remember that,” Gaz nodded. “It’s like hearing a more chatty version of you, LT.”

“I can’t believe back then, of anyone, they have to pick up your accent, Simon,” Price said. “You’re already incomprehensible half of the time, having two of you isn’t an improvement.”

“Incomprehensible? You’re talking about yourself,” Ghost replied. “The thing is, we don’t need to suffer dealing with two of Soap.”

“You mean to say, ‘Thank you, Soap, for leading our good friend to a better path’,” Soap said.

“Fuck off,” Ghost scoffed.

“What? Everyone always wants more of me,” Soap said.

Eventually you returned with another bag of snacks, some canned drinks, and a bowl of something the cook could spare. The bowl was immediately snatched by Soap and Gaz exhaled in disappointment.

“You just brought one bowl of that?” Gaz asked.

“I didnae ken you wanted it,” you answered.

Everyone turned to you again. There was a pause before Gaz chuckled whilst the other—save for Ghost—grinned in amusement.

“What now?” Price asked.

“Shite—I mean, shai—shit!” you struggled to respond, realising what just happened before exhaling. “I didn’t know you wanted it.”

Price patted you on the shoulder, still very much amused.

“Oh, come on, you didn’t make fun of Soap after Las Almas and he’s way worse,” you pointed out. “Also that one time Gaz spent too much time with Farah and can’t stop calling people habibi.”

There was a pause.

“So, where do you wanna sit doon?” Ghost asked.

“Fucking bollocks,” you muttered under your breath.

[castianii]

my Ninjago headcanons!!!!

Kai

• Is TikTok famous. He likes to put his camera in everyone’s face while they do normal everday things then says “ooh this is perfect, everyone will love this!!” and then everyone does love it.

• Spends most of his time trying to annoy his teammates. He finds it funny how easily Nya gets ticked off, so he annoys her most often. ex) going into her room and just singing really loud.

• Thinks Tarayummy is his soulmate. He sits in his room in the dark and just watches her videos. He has a hatred for every man she has ever talked to.

Nya

• Says she hates dressing up/wearing dresses, but at night she secretly puts on pretty ball gowns she hides in boxes in her closet. (I do this)

• Loves art, but she mostly paints. She picked it up after seeing the paintings Jay did after seabound. He taught her a lot of it.

• Anytime she sees a friend or someone she knows out in public she has to talk to them. It’s like when you were little and your mom/dad saw someone at the store and they just had to talk to them forever. She does that.

Zane

• There’s a desk in his room with the most random junk on it. He doesn’t even know where most of it came from. This junk varies from model airplanes to defused pipe bombs.

• He’ll give himself weird accents sometimes. If he’s bored he will just put on a new accent and talk to the others to see their reactions. One time he did a Russian accent that scared Jay so much he peed his pants.

• He could watch those videos of dancing fruit for hours. He just loves brain rot, and that’s okay because it keeps him busy.

Cole

• Religiously watches edits of himself of TikTok. Once he accidentally reposted one and everyone lost their mind.

• Thinks Halo by Beyoncé is the greatest song ever written. It’s the only song he will sing in front of other people and he will put his whole heart and soul into it every time.

• Likes to skateboard, but doesn’t have enough time. He thought it would be a fun hobby to pick up before he was a ninja and actually got really good at it. He isn’t as good now, but he can still do some tricks.

Jay

• This man is so zesty oh my god. Everyone in Ninjago thought he was gay until he got together with Nya. There are still people who think it’s all just an act to cover it up.

• If this guy sees a river he is getting in. It doesn’t matter if it’s 10 or 80 degrees, this man is ready to jump in any river he sees. He tries to get everyone else to join, but they aren’t as stupid (except Cole who obviously has to join him)

•Watches Instagram reels instead of TikTok. He thinks they’re funnier, and Kai thinks that it’s the funniest thing in the world and never shuts up about it.

Lloyd

• A lot of people think this, but I think that he bleach’s his hair. He doesn’t want to look anything like his dad, and he thinks his dark hair makes him look evil.

• Also likes art, but mostly draws. He likes to do art with Nya, but picked it up when he was younger. He used to make his own comic books about the ninja in S1.

• Wants to be a theater kid so bad, but he has to focus on his ninja work. He’s made everyone watch Hamilton at least 5 times (so far).

I have other headcanons about a lot of other characters, and more about these guys if you’re interested.

[scoobstarr]

𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗛𝗖𝗦

— simon “ghost” riley x black! fem! reader.

SYNOPSIS — small headcanons of what it’s like when ghost comes home to you after your very long months away from one another. face time calls aren’t getting anything done, so now you have a hulking sex crazed soldier wanting you.

WARNINGS — interracial relationship! the reader has bipoc features! (maybe) ooc ghost, a bit of ghostsoap (platonic), hints of sex toward the end. kinda crackfic ig??

WORD COUNT — 1.173k

—★. . . SIMON loves him some you. that’s all there is to it. after a long while of being on base and completing missions for around six to eight months, he is more than ready to come to you. as soon as he walks through the door, you would give him time to set his things down.

— there is no telling what he’s seen while being gone so you do give him some space until he’s comfortable enough to bring you into a small hug with his forehead pressed against yours.

— he’d keep his mask on for a bit and then take it off once he feel he’s settled. your way of comforting him is by cooking him a big meal. he’s a sucker for your cooking but you’ll never hear him say it. he’ll unknowingly show it sometimes though. cooking was also your love language, and he did have a hard time with his feelings so you like to express yours through cooking instead of overwhelming him with questions.

— simon would give you small signals instead of telling you that he wants you to be closer to him. like he may stare at you and wait until you ask or just gently nudge his leg or head against yours. he has a habit of tapping his finger against your thigh or caressing your knee.

— he doesn’t hate when you call him your soft pretty boy. may make him a bit uncomfortable because he’s never really been called pretty before, but he doesn’t say anything really. whenever you get the chance you will always tell him that he’s handsome or as you’d say sometimes, “you’re so damn fine simon.”

— you would do so while stroking his face with your thumb, “you’re really such a soft beautiful man”, to which he’d grunt out. “m’ not soft. i’m a fucking killer.”, simon would try to take on his usual lieutenant voice but with the way you stare at him it’s kinda hard to do so.

— it’s been military food and mre’s the entire times he’s been gone and he hated it to his core. he started to loathe only using salt and pepper to give his food a bit of seasoning. there were some days where he didn’t eat at all and lived off water but he knew if you figured out you would probably kick his ass.

— nonetheless you cook your man a hearty dinner that could probably feed then entire 141st task force. simon is a big man so he would probably go back for seconds or thirds while he talks about the scottish soldier he “hates”.

— “you said he’s scottish right baby?” — “mm.”, simon would talk about soap a lot and you started to see that he may have taken a liking to the scottish man. what was even funnier about the whole interaction is when he attempted the accent.

— “ he’s a good man. likes my army humor.”, he mutters while side eyeing you. you didn’t think they were funny. like at all. you always told him he wasn’t good at telling jokes and you meant it. but he didn’t care of course, he’d tell them to tease you and for his own pleasure.

— not that it matters but, he would let you clean his finger nails. simon wasn’t a dirty man (non sexual wise) but there were days where he wasn’t able to shower at all. especially when it came to missions. he was use to living with his own stink for a long period of time. and you hated it. but you know it came with the job.

— anyways, when he’s home from base he would give you his hands and let you clean the dirt from his nails. it was a pet peeve of yours, and you hated dirty nails. it took a while for him to trust you but he was kind of use to things like this when it came to you.

— you even washed his gloves and masks before. at first he was reluctant, with his mindset he only thought, “why in fucking hell do my nails need to be cleaned? i carry a gun for god sakes”, but you instantly hit him back with, “you’re not sticking them dirty ass fingers in my pussy simon.”, and he goes quiet immediately.

— imagine soap accidentally peeping ghosts hands one day, when he’s without his gloves. he was slightly intrigued and wanted to know why his l.t kept his nails so good looking. if only he knew though.

— likes it when you kiss his scars and run your fingers through his hair especially when your nails are done, reassure him too. you know he doesn’t do much talking unless necessary but your gestures and actions of comfort are enough to calm him. he likes to take in your scent when you’re both close.

— showering together would be the best part of this all. this is usually where the sex starts to roll in. he hasn’t been able to touch you in months. now that you were here in front of him all naked and wet with his 6’4 figure towering over you — he was gonna lay it all on you here and now. aaand maybe in the bedroom.

— he’d try to be slick about it first. wrapping his arms around you slow and kissing your neck while you let the water cover your bodies. and you’d press right against him with a grin because you knew exactly how this man moved.

— “can’t keep your hands to yourself for long hm?” — “damn right sweetheart.”, and you would never turn him down because you’d been missing him too. simon wasn’t one for making love most of the time. I feel like he’d only do it if he was put in a life or death situation on a mission, but ghost isn’t one to get scared about those things.

— anyways simon would start off slow and sensual at first, dick pressed firmly against your backside as his hands make purchase on your throat and his lips attaching themselves to whatever part of your skin they could. his hard body molded right against yours.

— his first night back would be filled with him making you cum more than one time, loves giving head more than receiving. he’ll lap at your puffy pussy until his mouth and jaw are covered in your release. begging wouldn’t stop this man at all, when he’s hungry he’s gonna eat.

— simon would breed your pussy to the point where your folds would be coated in both of your juices and a white ring would form around his cock every time he pushed into you. it would be kinda crazy to ask if he was trying to give you a baby with the way he was fucking you.

— he would take you nice and deep in missionary first, thick brown legs on his broad shoulders while his hips moved at a punishing pace, your pretty tits bouncing with every thrust he delivered. you would be pretty loud, simon would fuck all the shit he’s built up right into your creamy cunt until you’re shaking and reduced to nothing but mumbling whimpers.

— doggy style would be his favorite. he feels like he can take you deeper from that position, and you would agree. months away from you and it was like welcoming home a dog in heat. you would both agree that sex is better when he’s been away for a long time. sex is always good with simon regardless of that fact though.

— back arched to perfection and ass high in the air just for him, nails digging into the pillow as he took you from behind like an animal. his firm hands on your waist as his pelvis collided with your ass—and the recoil is what would turn him on the most. simon is an ass man, no doubt.

— “fuck. thats right, take this cock.” - “good girl.” , simon will let out subtle praises, groans, and the deepest whimpers in your ears. very hot coming from him. and you love it. you will fully indulge in his kinks because you loved pleasuring him more.

— you also love hearing simon talk you through sex. brought you to an orgasm faster than you could think, maybe it was his heavy accented voice or the way he had that he would speak really low and deep to you while knocking the mario coins out of your pussy.

— when he asks “who’s pussy is this?” or “you’re all fucked out love”, it really takes a toll on you. anything this man does with buried inside your sex can make you cum. he had that affect on you and he knew it.

𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗢𝗕𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗥©

[thefloorisbalaclava]

i want you to want me [johnny 'soap' mactavish x f!reader]

🢒pairing: johnny 'soap' mactavish x f!reader 🢒words: 2,986 🢒warnings: SMUT AHEAD - friends to lovers, sex on the first date, unprotected sex, some dirty talk, oral sex (m and f receiving), woman on top 🢒summary: you finally take soap up on his offer to take you out. by the end of the night, he ends up in your room.

🢒a/n: so this is basically a friends-to-lovers speedrun. sorry, not sorry.

ꔪ[masterlist]

You and Johnny were fast friends. Anyone who met him had a tough time not being his friend. He was funny, spontaneous, and charming in his unique way that drew people in. At times, he could get a little cocky, but even then, he was magnetic.

And he liked you—a lot.

The truth was, you were afraid to take things any further with him because you two were such great friends. There was some harmless flirting here and there, but there was no denying the attraction between you. It was apparent to everyone else as well.

Johnny wanted you, and he wasn’t afraid to say it, even in a joking way. He looked at you from across the table and winked, and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“I’ll show you what you can do with that, lass,” he warned with that cocky smirk.

“In your dreams,” you teased. Even when he looked away, your gaze lingered on him. You checked your watch and jumped up. You needed to be in bed to be up bright and early to lead PT tomorrow.

“Leavin’ us so soon?” Soap asked.

“Yup. Bye, losers!” you joked before walking away. You counted the seconds in your head for how long it took Soap to follow behind you.

“20 seconds this time, Johnny. You know how to leave a girl waiting, huh?”

“Don’t be like that,” he said, feigning sadness. “Got something I wanna ask ya.”

“Should I be worried?” You stopped and looked at him.

“No,” he chuckled. He rubbed the back of his neck. Was he nervous? “We’re all going out tomorrow night, and I was wondering if you’d like to…accompany me….”

His words trailed off. He knew that every other time he asked something like this, your answer was no.

“I know you’re going to say no, but I’m a persistent fella,” he said.

“No shit,” you joked. You pretended to think, tapping your chin with your finger. “Sure, I’ll accompany you.”

“Okay, well, can’t say I didn’t—wait, what? Did you say yes?” The smile on his face grew tenfold.

“I said yes,” you giggled.

“Holy shit…fuck…um…I’m gonna hug you now,” he warned before wrapping his arms around you, making you laugh even more.

“You better let go of me before people get the wrong idea, Johnny.”

“Would that be so bad?” he asked, pulling back to look at you. His hands still rested on your waist.

You shrugged. “I guess it wouldn’t be too bad.” You ruffled his hair, and he let you go. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay!” he said excitedly, the smile never leaving his face.

Leading PT kicked your ass, so you were excited about going out tonight and not thinking about anything but having fun.

Soap knocked on the door as soon as you stepped out of your bathroom. You looked through the peephole and watched how he smoothed down his clothes, ensured his hair was straight, and ran his tongue along his teeth before you opened the door.

“Thank God,” he said as he hugged you. “I was afraid you’d stand me up.”

You pulled back. “You think I’d do that to you, Johnny?”

“No. I mean…I don’t know. I know I can…ruffle yer feathers sometimes and—”

“Let’s have fun tonight, okay? I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“You have?” he asked in shock as you walked into the hall and closed the door behind you. “I mean…of course you have. I’m a blast to be around.”

“Oh, Johnny, you never cease to amaze me,” you teased.

As always, Johnny made you laugh until you cried. You found that he was even funnier with a few drinks in him. His accent became a bit stronger too.

“I hope you don’t mind…” he started.

“What?!” you yelled over the noise of the pub. He leaned in close, his lips touching your ear.

“I said I hope you don’t mind, but these drinks are making me wanna be very honest with you right now….”

“I thought you were always honest with me, Johnny.”

“I am, but…this is different. I want…I want…” he stammered.

“You want?”

“You!” he shouted, and you blinked at him.

“I’m pretty sure I already knew that,” you told him.

He shook his head. “Nah, you don’t get it. I want you.” He gave you a look, and finally, it clicked.

“Oh…oh!” You quickly brought your drink to your lips and finished it all. “Excuse me.” You stood quickly and walked to the bathroom. Luckily, it was empty.

You stared at yourself in the mirror and pondered. It’s not like you hadn’t thought of it before, but that was in your private thoughts. It’s not like you thought you would ever really sleep with him—it was just fun to think about.

You worried that it would make him see you in an entirely new light if you had slept with him so quickly.

“Who the fuck cares?” you mumbled to your reflection. After a few more deep breaths, you walked out of the bathroom and found Johnny wallowing in his whiskey. He perked up once he saw you making your way over.

“Look, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable…” he started.

You leaned so you could talk in his ear. “You wanna get outta here?”

He was taken aback. If his eyebrows went any higher, they would be at his hairline. “Like…now you mean?”

You nodded, then turned to the others. “I’m going. Bye, guys!” You walked out, and a few moments later, Johnny joined you.

“I-I think they might know,” he said.

“Of course they do. Do you care?” you asked.

“Not if you don’t.” He seemed a lot more nervous than usual. “Um…it’s probably not a great idea if I drive.”

“We’ll Uber and come back to get your car tomorrow. Sound good?” You looked at him, and he was staring at you in disbelief.

“Are you real?” he asked.

“You’re not that drunk, are you?” You found an Uber that was only 2 minutes away.

“So, this is happening?”

“Yup. There’s our guy,” you said, pulling him along by his wrist.

He appeared to be in a daze the whole way back. He did so in a complete trance when you told him to follow you to your room. Even when you let him inside, he just stood by the door.

“Johnny?” You kicked your shoes off and stood in front of him. “Are you okay?”

“I think so. Yeah.” He finally looked at you and smiled.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey.”

“Wanna watch some TV?” you asked.

“Sure.” He took his boots off and joined you on the small sofa, tensing up when you put your legs across his lap.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” He smirked and relaxed a little more.

Before long, you two were more interested in what the other had to say than the television. You could listen to him talk for hours on end.

“When are you gonna kiss me, Johnny?” you asked.

“You want me to?”

You nodded. “I’ve always wanted to know what your lips feel like.”

“Really?”

“Really.” You sat up on your knees and moved closer to him. He cleared his throat and wet his lips quickly before leaning in. You met him halfway.

The kiss felt so natural—like it was meant to happen. He sighed happily, and you deepened the kiss, nearly laying your entire top half over his lap.

“Wait,” he breathed, then shrugged his jacket off before helping you climb into his lap and kissing you again.

You had always loved his arms. As you kissed, you rubbed them, feeling the dips, veins, and muscles running through them. When you found his hands, you brought them up to your cheeks. He pulled away to look at you.

“What?” you wondered.

Slowly, he traced your lips with two fingers and then pressed against them lightly. When you opened your mouth, he smirked. You closed your eyes as his fingers slipped deeper into your mouth.

“Look at that,” he whispered, and you opened your eyes. “Good girl. Look at me when you do that.”

You whined playfully, but you’d be lying if you said hearing the words good girl coming from him didn’t turn you on.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth only to claim your lips again. He didn’t care if there was saliva all over them or your chin.

“Are we fucking tonight, Johnny?” you asked as you swirled your hips against him.

He gave a long exhale, watching you grind on him. “What kinda question is that, lass? Fuck…just like that…”

Suddenly, you grabbed his arms and pinned them to the couch before leaning in very close.

“Do you wanna fuck me, Johnny?”

“Y-Yeah, I do.”

“That’s better.” You slid off his lap, and he was about to protest until you were kneeling in front of him.

“Oh, lord…” he mumbled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Okay. Don’t kill me for saying this, but you have no idea how many times I’ve gotten off to this very scenario with you.” He swallowed hard.

“Oh, you mean with me on my knees…sliding my hands up your thighs until I reach the button of your jeans…which fit you perfectly, by the way.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled.

“…then I carefully unbutton and unzip your jeans to find…boxer briefs…I knew it.”

“Wait, you’ve been trying to figure out what type of underwear I wear?” he asked.

“Duh. I knew you were a boxer briefs guy.” Before he could say anything else, you slid your hand into his now unzipped jeans, finding his cock through his underwear.

“God in fuckin’ heaven,” he said through his teeth.

“Oo!” you exclaimed. “Is that all for me?”

“Fuck yeah, it is,” he groaned.

“Can I put it in my mouth?” you asked.

“Please,” he gasped.

You carefully pulled him out of his boxer briefs and stroked it a few times, using your thumb to spread the precum at the tip.

You sat up a little more, then looked into his eyes as you spit on his cock. As soon as his eyes rolled back, you wrapped your lips around him.

“Fuck! You fuckin’….ah!” He gently held your head as you bobbed up and down slowly. “Look at you suckin’ my cock. Eyes, lass.”

You looked him in the eye and took him as deep as possible, making yourself gag.

“What a good fuckin’ girl. I love that sound. You wanna do it again for me?”

“Mm!” was the only answer you could give as you took him down your throat again.

“Guess that’s a yes.” He threw his head back and pumped into your mouth gently. “Can’t believe…fucking…happenin’…” he groaned. With a growl, he pulled you off his cock and kissed you hard.

“Why did you stop me?” you asked, voice a little rough.

“That’s not how I wanna finish the night,” he said.

You giggled as you undressed. His eyes grew wider and wider.

“What a fuckin’ gift you are,” he said. You started walking away but told him to follow, leading him to your bedroom.

“This is better.”

He nodded. “It is. Lie down.”

“No. Not until you take everything off.” You sat on the bed patiently as he undressed.

“Are you gonna say something?” he asked after you only stared at him for a while. He looked as though he was going to cover himself up.

“You’re lovely, Johnny.”

“Thanks, doll. Now, can you lie down for me?”

“I can.” You lay flat on your back with a giggle.

“Are you always this giddy during sex?” he teased as he climbed onto the bed.

“Ask me again next time,” you said.

“Next time,” he repeated before kissing you again.

He explored your body slowly, using his hands and his mouth. You could tell he liked your breasts because he spent much of his time there—sucking, biting, playing. He moved down to your stomach and kissed every inch of it he could.

You knew where he was going after, but nothing could have prepared you for his…skill. He teased you at first, kissing and biting at the soft skin of your inner thigh. When his tongue finally found your slit, you cried out so loud you were sure everyone could hear you.

“John!” you cried, and he pulled away. “Why…why…”

“Did you just call me John?” he asked.

“Yeah. So?” You held onto his hair, trying to force him back down.

“I thought I was Johnny….”

“John…please!”…you begged, and he chuckled before giving in. “Yes, John! Yes!”

“Yeah, that’s my fuckin’ name,” he said against your pussy. He swirled his tongue around your clit as he slowly slid a finger inside you.

“Don’t stop,” you whined.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” he said.

“Thank you,” you joked before he sucked on your clit, making you whimper.

“Cum for me, darlin’. Go on.”

“Yesssssss!” As you came, you held his head against you, and he slurped at you hungrily. You eventually let go and tried to catch your breath.

“I could have died there, but what a lovely way to go,” he joked, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m just gonna sit on your face next time.”

“Please do.” He laid back, putting his hands behind his head. You turned and looked at him.

“I’m sorry, are you tired already?”

“What? No. Just catchin’ my breath…”

“Good.” You straddled him.

“Whoa!” He grinned up at you. “This really is a dream come true.”

“This is almost my dream come true,” you admitted.

“Almost?” he wondered.

“Yeah. It would be complete if you wore a kilt,” you laughed.

“Oh, very funny.”

“Yes, I know I am. Thank you,” you said before bending to kiss him. You rubbed your pussy along his cock, letting him feel how wet you were.

“I need to be in there,” he said.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grunted.

“How badly?” You reached down and wrapped your hand around him.

“Real bad.” He was breathing heavily.

“You want me to ride your cock? Make you cum inside of me?”

“I’m gonna cum on the outside of you if you don’t stop that kinda talk,” he joked.

“You can put it anywhere you want.” With another kiss, you sank onto his cock, and you both gasped.

“Anywhere?” he asked as he grabbed your ass, urging you to move.

“Yeah.” You kept your upper body against him as you started bouncing your ass on his cock. “But I want it inside me.”

“The good girl gets what she wants,” he said before groaning loudly. Holding you tightly, he began thrusting up into you. “She wants cum in her pussy, she gets cum in her pussy,” he growled.

“Fuck, yes! Please, John!” You could barely keep yourself upright anymore. He must have noticed because he rolled over so that he was on top now.

“Rub that pretty little cunt for me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whined. You loved that he looked down to watch you play with yourself as he fucked you. It didn’t take you long to cum again.

“God, you’re practically gushing all over me,” he said, tilting his head and watching his cock move in and out of you.

“You’re too far away,” you complained, holding your arms out to him.

“Sorry, love.” He leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. “How’s that?”

“So good,” you moaned. “Cum inside me. Please, John.”

“Close,” was all he could say. He was grunting with each thrust now, his brow furrowed in determination.

“Cum inside me, Lieutenant.”

“Ah fuck! I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum….” He let out a sound close to a roar when his orgasm first washed over him then he was whimpering.

You both lay there quietly. His head was on your shoulder, and his eyes were closed.

“Johnny?”

“Hm?” He opened one eye.

“You okay?”

“You kiddin’ me? I’m better than I’ve been in a long time. Christ,” he mumbled before pulling out of you and rolling onto his back.

“That was…”

“Pure dead brilliant!” he finished, and you looked at him before laughing.

“That’s one way to put it. Be right back.” You rolled out of bed and did a little run to the bathroom. When you came back out, you were sure Johnny would be sleeping, but he was wide awake.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Pure dead brilliant,” you teased.

“Hush. Gimme a minute,” he said as he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. You watched his tight little bum the entire time.

When he walked out, he froze when he saw you looking at him. “So…do you want me to go?” he asked.

“No. Do you want to go?” you asked.

“No.”

“Then get back in bed.” You smiled as he walked over excitedly and jumped into bed. “I have a super important question to ask.”

“Oh boy…okay…” He turned to you and propped himself up on his elbow.

“Why the haircut?”

“That’s your burnin’ question?” He made a face. “I dunno, really. I don’t quite look right with too much hair, but I don’t look right with too little hair either, so…it’s a good in-between.”

“Good to know.”

“I mean…do you like it?” He reached up and touched his hair.

“I do.” You moved his hand and played with his hair.

“You think this will change anything between us?” you asked.

“No, I don’t, but if you’d rather not do this again, I get it.”

“Just promise me that we’ll always be this close.” You put your hand on his chest.

“Lass, I don’t think two people can get any closer than we just did.” He laughed, and you hid your face in his neck. “Nah, I know what you mean, in any case. I ain’t going anywhere.”

“Good.” You wrapped yourself around him, and he put an arm around you.

Pure dead brilliant.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Daddy-Daughter Podcast 2023

11 years ago, my kid's daycare surprised us by announcing that they were closing for Christmas break a day before everyone else, so I ended up with our then-four-year-old daughter, Poesy, at my office for the day.

After she got bored with coloring and playing with my office toys, I sat her down on my lap in front of my podcast mic and we recorded the greatest, all-singing episode of my podcast ever:

https://craphound.com/news/2012/12/21/happy-hols/

Thus began an annual tradition. Every year since – save one, when my mic was busted – we have recorded a podcast: I interview the kid about her favorite media, apps, books, and hobbies. Sometimes, she gives a tutorial. Then, we sing a song.

She's 15 now (!), and I still managed to drag her to the mic this weekend. We discussed her musical favorites, old (Ike and Tina singing "Proud Mary") and new (Dominic Fyke). We discuss high school, volunteering at the zoo, and the rigors of dance team. She teaches us how to drive. She runs down her favorite apps, and discusses her recent name change. And then, we sing!

https://craphound.com/news/2023/12/10/daddy-daughter-podcast-2023-edition/

This is the eleventh installment in this time-series snapshots of my kid, starting in London, then moving to LA, and every year I go back and listen to the previous recordings. It's not just a wonderful moment of nostalgia for me – it's also a powerful way to put everything into perspective. Anyone who's kept a journal (or a blog!) knows, the act of regular record-keeping, combined with regular revisiting of those records, turns the impressionistic jumble of memory into a clear picture of your life and its trajectory. We remember so poorly, but our treacherous minds fill in those omissions with whatever's going on right now, so if times are good now, we remember all times as good. If times are bad, everything seems bad.

The following year sees Poesy far more confident and even funnier – and excited about working at the zoo someday:

https://craphound.com/news/2013/12/23/christmastime-daddy-daughter-podcast-with-poesy/

At six, Poesy has learned a little French, and some naughty words for Jingle Bells (and she's got a lot more vocal control!):

https://craphound.com/news/2014/12/22/podcast-happy-xmas-guest-starring-poesy/

At seven, Poesy is living in Los Angeles and my mic is very busted, but Poesy knows all the words to Frosty and she's got the barrelhouse walkout nailed:

https://craphound.com/news/2015/12/25/podcast-happy-xmas-guest-starring-poesy-2/

We didn't manage to record the next year, so we catch up with Poesy at nine, with her English accent all but gone – but her memory for lyrics is better than ever (who knew there were so many choruses to "Deck the Halls?"). This is the first time I interviewed her, for an in-depth discussion of how to make slime (remember slime?):

https://craphound.com/news/2017/12/23/reviving-my-christmas-daddy-daughter-podcast-with-poesy/

At ten, Poesy is now watching online makeup tutorials and has lots of advice for you, and is super into squishies:

https://craphound.com/news/2018/12/24/christmas-podcast-with-poesy-2018-edition/

At eleven, Poesy's no longer willing to sing, but she has lots of information about riding horses. This is the first year that she's got her own music preferences, with half of them being contemporary artists like Billie Eilish and the other half being older acts like Queen. This is also the year that she got rid of all her old toys, books and clothes, because they were "not her style":

https://craphound.com/podcast/2019/12/20/my-annual-daddy-daughter-xmas-podcast-interview-with-an-11-year-old/

Twelve sees us podcasting from covid lockdown. No song this year, but she's playing video games (Among Us), thrifting (while double-masked), and she's just discovered Tiktok, along with Tiktok dances, and she's started to find cool music that I enjoy:

https://craphound.com/news/2020/12/11/daddy-daughter-podcast-2020-edition/

At thirteen, Poe's a high school freshman and the singing is back! She's big into Drag Race and Ru Paul. And high school sucks so hard that she'd rather go back to Zoom school. She's still riding horses, and she's fallen in love with a book for the first time in years: Animal Farm (but she hates the ending):

https://craphound.com/news/2021/12/23/daddy-daughter-podcast-2021-edition/

Last year, Poesy was fourteen, and my office had just flooded out in a freak rainstorm. Poesy has discovered her argumentative nature, and she loves hiking in nearby Angeles National Forest. She's getting into hiphop – Eminem, Snoop Dogg, and Cyprus Hill – and South Park (also Fleetwood Mac!). We get a lot about Big Mouth, and a long discussion of her short fiction writing:

https://craphound.com/podcast/2022/12/12/daddy-daughter-podcast-2022-edition/

These annual time-capsules are just tremendous. I may not have had the discipline to do daily, time-lapse ready photo portraits, but this corny, silly yearly tradition is more than a way for my kid and me to spend a few minutes together just before Christmas – they're a way to connect to our past and think about the future to come. I can imagine doing these over Zoom when the kid's away at university in a couple years, though who knows if she'll stand for that.

Here's the podcast episode:

https://craphound.com/news/2023/12/10/daddy-daughter-podcast-2023-edition/

And here's a direct link to the MP3 (hosting courtesy of the Internet Archive – they'll host your stuff for free, forever):

https://archive.org/download/Cory_Doctorow_Podcast_457/Cory_Doctorow_Podcast_457_-_Daddy_Daughter_Podcast_2023_Edition.mp3

And here's the RSS feed for my podcast:

https://feeds.feedburner.com/doctorow_podcast

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/11/daddy-daughter-2023/#not-bye

[gemsofgreece]

10 best animated movies to watch in Greek

One of the best ways to practice a language is by watching a movie. Even more so, watching an animated movie dubbed in your target language can be really fun and useful, as these movies tend to include jokes (even inside jokes specific to the language) and songs. So, without further ado, here is my personal list of 10 best animated movies to watch in Greek.

10. Shrek 2

The reason I am recommending Shrek 2 instead of Shrek is just because I have the - maybe not standard, but certainly not unpopular - opinion that Sherk 2 is overall a funnier movie than Shrek. The Greek dub maintains successfully all the witty and somewhat adult-oriented humour. The voice casting done for characters like Donkey, Puss in Boots and Gingy is memorable and accurate.

9. Lion King

The voice casting is really good. Adult Simba has a sympathetic voice, Mufasa has a superb kingly radio voice, the hyenas are hysterical, Zazu is funny too, Nala's voice is warm and womanly. I also love Scar's voice. Scar has a sinister voice but it's a weaker, not as “thick” a voice as Mufasa’s, just like Scar relied on the evilness of his mind and not his muscles. Timon and Pumba's dub is iconic. Greek Can you feel the love and Be Prepared are fantastic versions of the songs. And Greek Mufasa just steals every scene vocally, especially those when he appears in Simba's memory.

8. Monsters INC

Another amazing voice casting for all characters but we all (Greeks) know that this is one man's show. Christos Hatzipanayotis just KILLS it as Mike Wazowski. I believe Greek Wazowski is much funnier than the original. Also let's remember "Fovízume yatí sas frondízume" lol the Greek "We scare because we care (for you)"

7. Finding Nemo

This dub did something special with the casting. It casted as Marlin and Dory two actors that had already worked together in a super famous comedy series as a couple. As a result, their chemistry is off the roof and Dimitra Papadopoulou's voice is incredibly accurate for Dory's character. Dory's whale language is hysterical and I also love the incredibly relaxed voice actor they found for that turtle reincarnation of Bob Marley. All other casting is good too, except I want to slap the extremely nasal Nemo.

6. Sleeping Beauty

Although I love this movie dearly and I really like its Greek version, I actually place it that high because I have found it to be really popular with foreign people. Some say they like Aurora's song better in Greek, which I find interesting as I really love the original. It is surely a masterful work though. It is an old movie and the Greek actors speak more elegantly, more sophisticatedly like people tended to, back then. The voices suit properly an aethereal princess and her dreamy prince, the fairies have these warm, elderly, ladylike voices and Maleficent also is imposing and very cold.

5. Aristocats

This is a perfect example where it is clear that both the voice casting directors and the actors worked their asses off. Every actor chosen is simply ideal for their character, including the kittens, Edgar the evil servant, the diva, the super SUPER old lawyer, the tomcats, Lady is so prim and proper, Uncle Waldo and the goose nieces with their Britsh accent Greek lol BUT. I have no idea how it dawned on them to make the dog couple have a comedic Heptanesian island accent but whoever that was, they were a bloody genius. Not only it's impeccably performed, it's twice as hilarious when you see them in an old Parisian environment speaking some really strong Heptanesian out of nowhere. The dogs in the original do not have any particularly heavy accent to my understanding, so if you watch the original after you have watched the Greek, you won't even understand they are supposed to be funny. I love that the Greek directors took the uneventful speech of the dogs and were like "Clearly, we 're gonna make them speak extreme Heptanesian" XD

4. Spirit: The Stallion of the Cimarron

Spirit has mostly narration and songs, it has very few dialogues. Its songs are amazing though and they really make a difference in the movie. In the Greek dub, both the narrating and singing role was given to singer - actor Yannis Savvidakis who is very talented. Not only he performed those songs wonderfully but I liked how well it maintained the feel of rock ballads coming from America, despite being sung in a language from a place that has nothing to do with any of this.

3. The Emperor's New Groove

Okay, we reached the Golden Triad. The Emperor's New Groove is, simply put, the best Disney comedy to date. If we consider that the Greek version is funnier than the original, as I strongly believe, you get a comedy for the ages. The voice casting is PERFECT. Every voice chosen is like it was created for the character, the characters get life and personality through the vocal performances. Kuzco sounds blasé, egocentric, sarcastic and you want to slap him silly, Kronk sounds like a soft dumbass himbo which is what he is, Pacha is your everyday good-hearted peasant, Yzma is killing it as the old ambitious narcissist. The humour is awesome and tranferred ideally into Greek comedy. It just works on every level. I can't explain it more, it's just perfect. While this movie is unfairly obscure and underrated on a global level, in Greece it was a hit and people still remember quotes by heart, exactly beause the dub was so god-tier level.

2. The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Okay. The dub of dubs. The Dub of Notre Dame. Seriously, this is a masterpiece on every aspect. Again, this is better than the original. Esmeralda has a sensual, really beautiful speaking voice and an outstanding singing one (Alcestis Protopsalti y'all), Frollo has an ideal casting in that he sounds like a bad person but in a totally realistic way (as he is also a very realistic villain) and he sounds so very sophisticated, very elegant. Sinister and elegant, which makes total sense as in the Disney version he is the supreme justice minister of Paris. Quasimodo is voiced by Sakis Rouvas (a sexy singer with a soft voice), who a few found like a somewhat odd pairing but it works perfectly since Disney's Quasimodo is soft, sensitive and considerably sophisticated as well. Clopin's singing is done by tenor Konstantinos Paliatsaras. The songs in the Greek version are in my opinion better performed than in English. Hellfire is quite possibly the most loved villain song in Greece. A small example to understand the level of perfection; the intro song "Bells of Notre Dame" has an extremely difficult ending note that only a few versions globally managed to hit. Even the original singer struggles with the note, he hits it but a little weakly, he is very supported and almost covered by backing vocals. In other versions, even this is not possible at all and singers just skip the note. The Greek version by Paliatsaras is one of the very few where the note is hit correctly, he essentially rips it apart, but I think it is also the only version (unless something escapes me) where the lyrics were different in a way that it made a difference to the singing. All versions I have heard are a variation of the original "bells, bells, bells, bells" which prepares the crescendo / raise of the pitch and then, "of notre DAAAAAME". Greek is the only version I have listened to where a full sentence is delivered effortlessly, without a repetition of "bells". "Ke ihún pandú kambánes stin karthyá tis panaYAAAAAS". It's a full sentence instead of a convenient one-syllable word over and over. Of course, it had to be done because the word for bells in Greek (kambánes) wouldn't work but it still was a harder thing to deliver than the repetition and it was accomplished even better. Okay, in short, Oscar worthy dub. Perfect in every way. I am in love with it, you can tell. The only reason it is not first is because the first spot had to be saved for the obvious one.

1. Hercules

The obvious first spot. Of course, it doesn't take it without deserving it. Greeks really made sure to give this one even more attention to detail. So, it doesn't only feel like it's natural, it also IS the most natural one, as contemporary languages go. All voice casting is once more ideal. Hercules, or Heracles as he is of course in Greek, has a sensitive, warm, sympathetic voice. They did a great thing with Megara when they gave the role to Evridiki who has a more mature, seasoned voice which fits Megara's character and not like a girly, princessy, out-of-place voice. Famous comedian Lakis Lazopoulos steals the show in all his scenes and they are MANY, since he plays Philoktetes and Pain AND Panic, all three of them! But he can't steal the scenes where Hades is in, as Konstantinos Tzoumas is in reality the big star of the movie. First and foremost, you watch this movie for Hades. One more fantastic detail in my opinion is what they did with the Muses. So you know, the original movie Muses are singing a liberal style of American gospel. Instead of ditching it as unfitting and entirely inaccurate, the Greek directors played along with it. Most notably, one of the Muses is voiced by Julie Massino, a vocal coach and singer born and raised in the US (I don't know if she has Greek descent) who lives and works in Greece, so she has a natural and strong American accent in her Greek! I just found this so cool. It is a really cool dub. They knew the stakes were very high and they delivered down to the very last detail.

*We really had to title this: Heracles - Beyond the Myth...!

[universaln0b0dy]

Bully twist au v.s reader untouchable

《Summary 》: You are willing to end things with NCR once and for all. But will you really defeat them? You are just some prefect with no magic right?

You felt like puking, just the thought of maybe having to return to NCR gave you a stomach age. You really didn't want to, but Crowley kinda forced you, since the school was kinda on fire with out you controlling the students.

"Hey, you aren't going there alone." Your friend says, offering you a kind smile, holding up her guitar. Neige stood beside you, with a slight smile on his face.

"We are prepared. Amanda made sure you will get in safely and I can get my final revenge on Vil and my stalker." The petit boy says. It was surprising just how he managed to plot a murder looking like a baby puppy. Amanda's words, not yours.

"Of course I did! We shared fan fic tags, we are basically married!" She says leaning into your face teasingly before booping your nose. She looks back at Neige. "Isn't that right monster fucker?"

You giggle, starting to laugh. "Yup, you are never getting rid of us!"

Amanda binds her hair into a low ponytail before tugging at her clothes. She looked like a business woman.

"Are ya ready to go? If we're late we going ta ruin the suprise, wouldn't want that wood ya?" Amanda's accent sounded everything but like that of a cowboy, but that mayde ths whole thing funnier, especially when she would probably talk the whole time like this.

"Yup! Ready as I'll ever be!"

You sat down in the carriage that had been send to pick you up, personally by Crowley. Amanda rode by you on a horse. It was a pretty black horse and she looked like a queen on it. Neige was of course also somewhere but he probably was hidden better.

You can't help but chuckle to yourself. Over the past month Amanda had been helping you with making sure you would get your revenge and helped you incredibly much with finding a portal back to your home world.

She had gone further with her studying in two weeks than Crowley in almost a year. You sigh, looking at your phone.

Neige had also become an important part of your life and acting like his girlfriend had it perks. Though you had to gag mentally every time you remembered that the both of you acted like a sob story online.

The carriage comes to a halt and you see the Night raven college in all its glory and you try to get rid of the lump in your throat as you step out. Amanda steps down from the horse next to you and offers you her hand.

You take it, squeezing it. She simply let's you do that, acting like she wasn't noticing it. But she let her thumb run over your palm soothingly.

"There you are!" Crowley says opening his arms. "Welcome back, we have lots of things to do!" He seemed to expect you to go back to him, to stand by his side, but you stay glued to Amanda.

"Prefect."

You recognised his tone. The same tone he used to threaten you, with less food, less money or even worse threatening to throw you out of the school.

"No. I won't be coming back. I will pay of my debt, but I won't be coming back."

Crowley seems to go quiet, his eyes widening in suprise before he starts to growl.

"Who do you think you are you wretched magicless-" he cough, pretending to smile. "I mean respected member of our school."

Amanda had slowly pushed you behind her back. Her brows furrowed, she would probably have an anger outburst if he continued. You wanted to sooth the situation, well for now, you wanted to ask Grim were he would like to stay and get your stuff. After that chaos would be okay.

"I am just here to get my stuff. The money you need will be transferred to your account. " You yell, glad that Amanda was supporting you in this situation.

But before you can go do anything a person walks up to the NRC gates.

"Herbivore?" Leona stares at you, his eyes twitching as of he was on high alert. The new glasses he had to wear didn't suit him. He seemed wary of you.

"Yes. Kingscholar, it's me." He was scared, you could tell, the way he backed away as soon as he could tell it was you. Would Floyd be scared of you like that too? You hoped so.

The fear he has gets replaced by a wobbly smirk, the edges of it twitching.

"Huh? Came back after realising you didn't have anywhere to go!" He tries to humiliate or even hurt you. You smile at him kindly, catching him of guard.

"Oh no. I found a new place to stay in. I would just like to pick up some stuff." And you walk past him.

NRC has changed. The weather is bad, green thunder everywhere and collared students running around in fear, but no Riddle or Malleus.

You walk into the school straight to the mirror chamber, ignoring the students you walk past. Amanda is always right next to you, closely watching in order to make sure no one would attack you.

You notice a student with a bruised face, his make up is smudged. It's Carter, the person you ruined the reputation of, the same goes for Azul. You didn't see him, but you just knew it.

The most mirrors are smashed, though it didn't matter just as long as you could get Grim out of there. For the first time you are here in this school you feel powerful, the pain and the fear that lingers in the air is boosting your confidence.

The only thing that didn't change is Ramshackle. You open the door, looking around. Grim pounced at you hugging you in the process. He cried loudly almost choking you in the process. He of course was informed on your were abouts, but he wasn't sure if you could keep your promise.

"Well Grim, you have the choice! Either-"

"I am going to go with you, Henchman!"

You were surprised by the fact that Grim didn't even listen to the other offer, but you were relieved after all leaving Grim here on his own would make you feel horrible.

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You are about to leave NRC, but a thunder flash, crashing right into the floor in front of you stops you. Malleus was here.

The only person you truly feared out of them all was him. He was like a child, throwing a tantrum but with thunders.

He was strong and he could probably just get rid of you, but you had build a wall between you and them. Not even Ace and Deuce would be able to call you back now.

No manipulative Kalim, No Vil humiliating you, no Azul, no Trey, no Floyd. No more pain.

Amanda had put a hand on your shoulder squeezing it supportingly. You decide that you would directly at Malleus, your eyes having a quiet threat in them. He shouldn't dare to touch you. He was taken aback and you look at Amanda. Who had started to pull out her guitar.

"Don't try to stop me." You mutter, grinning. Sebek of course comes charging at you, but simply with a look of your eyes you tell Amanda to use her unique magic. She does so, making Sebek dance.

With that you leave, being greeted by Neige.

You smile a bit driving back to RSA, and for the first time in your life you feel untouchable.

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Well this is the end of season one of Bully twist au v.s reader! I am officially opening an question and answers so ask questions! Of course you can also request ideas for oneshots! (But romance only between: Amanda, Neige, Reader. Do with that information what you like-) I hope I will see you in season 2 -Uni

Also @danika-redgrave124 thank you for being do active with this story!

[mutiniir]

I think Ramsey is an excellent singer and can belt like crazy

He clearly uses way too much hair gel

I think he smells like this?

I clearly remember someone asking Jello back then if Ramsey was voiced by jschlatt and he responded with "who? and no" it was hilarious

Like, I understand, it's a guy with a deep voice and a new yorker accent. I would almost believe you if you told me if it was schlatt behind the mic.

And then funny enough, there was a flood videos of people using AI to make Schlatt sing Frank Sinatra songs.

I REALLY couldnt stop imagining an animatic in my head of Ramsey singing to New York, New York

What's even funnier is SCHLATT SAW ALL THOSE VIDEOS AND DECIDED TO MAKE HIS OFFICIAL COVER OF MY WAY. GOD FUCKING BLESS.

I FINALLY HAD THE MATERIAL TO WORK WITH, SO I CAN STOP RELYING ON THE AI COVERS. AN ANIMATIC OF RAMSEY SINGING MY WAY AND GETTING SHOT BY ZORA IN THE END IS NOW POSSIBLE.

I only hope that Schlatt doesnt stop with just My Way. I pray that he does a cover of New York, New York too cause that was the song that plagued my brain with images of Ramsey singing angelically.

Warning, white man jumpscare below

Anyways Ramsey smelling of tacky cologne is quite fitting. 10/10

[godoflesbianss]

congrats to david tennant for finally getting to be scottish in a tv show. it’s even funnier because in the edinburgh scenes they made him sound more scottish than he actually is. he has spent years not using his real accent on tv and then they make him make it more extreme

[player1064]

for drabbles just anything with sir alex finding out about carraville it’s never mentioned enough and just the idea of him or keano finding out and being all ‘we don’t mind you’re gay but a scouser really??’ is hilarious to me :)

YESSSS I love fics like that you're right it's such an underused idea... I feel like keano's reaction would be funnier wheras sir alex is just like. 'i can't believe I have to deal with these stupid boys'...

here ya go!

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“Carragher, get your filthy Scouse hands off me or I swear to god I’ll –” Gary starts, before he has to cut himself off with a gasp when Carragher’s teeth scrape the base of his throat.

Carragher looks up at him, a wicked glint in his eye, “or you’ll what?”

“Fuck, I don’t –” he feels himself squirming under Carragher’s touch, desperate for more – just more, but painfully aware of where they are, of how little time they have before someone notices they’re gone. “You fucking bastard, how many times’ve I gotta tell ya, not at Old Trafford.”

“Oh, so you’re fine fuckin’ me in the physio room at Anfield, but I can’t even kiss ya when we’re in Manc territory?”

“Like kissin’ is all you’re angling for, greedy fuck,” argues Gary, pulling him in for a rough kiss to prove his point. Or maybe just to kiss him. He does have lovely lips, when he’s not using them to talk.

Carragher presses a palm to the front of Gary’s shorts, his thumb brushing gently over the hard line of his dick. He smirks into the kiss, murmurs, “like it’s all you’re anglin’ for, you slag.”

Gary almost relents. You can hardly blame him, he’s not got off in weeks, and if beating Liverpool at Old Trafford’s not a turn on then he doesn’t know what is.

Except, except, he hears someone yelling in a familiar Scottish accent through the wall, and he freezes in place.

“Carragher,” he bites out.

Carragher, to his credit, immediately removes his hands from Gary’s body and takes a step back. “I know, I know. I’ll go first, shall I?”

“No, ‘cause then he’ll see – then he’ll know we were both –”

“Fine, so you go.”

“But then what if he asks what I were doin’ in here, and he looks, and you –”

“Oh my god, lad, make a decision! Your gaffer’s lookin’ for ya, you’re gonna get a bollocksing if you don’t get out there soon, so go.”

“Fine. Fine, yeah. I’ll go,” he says, and he goes to step out the door of the storage room only to be met with –

“Hiya, boss,” he squeaks.

Sir Alex looks at him, frowning, then he looks into the room behind him and Gary finds himself wishing he could just sink into the floor.

“So this is what y’think is more important than the team talk, then?”

“Um,” says Gary.

Sir Alex lets out a long, slow, breath, then fixes Gary with an unreadable stare. “None of my business, Gary, but not at a game, not here, and not him. Got it?”

Gary nods, not trusting himself to speak, then sheepishly follows Sir Alex back to the dressing room, sparing an apologetic glance back towards Carragher.

Once he’s out the shower and getting dressed, his phone pings with a text and he flips it open, fighting back a smile when he sees who it’s from.

> c u @ urs l8r?

>> ofc <3