#all emos are hot (even monkeys)

[quitealotofsodapop]

Refering to Twin Sun AU:

Wait, so where's Macaque when the pilgrims meet Wukong's brother? Where's his hot goth boyfriend to show off to the pig?!(He can so get bitches, he just has an acquired taste unlike the greedy piglet!)

Like, if Mac kept going back to the mountain while he was imprisoned, even if they argued a lot, wouldn't Macaque be on FFM helping take care of their home? Wouldn't he be there for introductions after they come to apologize? Was he hiding in wukong's room with him when they first showed up and comforting his crying boyfriend? Are they official at that point or just besties dancing around each other still? Is he visiting DBK's family? Will he show up during Redson's arc? I don't think he would miss out on the chance to show up and spook Wukong's new friends if given an actually valid chance to do so, he's kinda petty like that, the sassy bitch. Where's my favorite emo monkey?!

I feel like Macaque still takes a break from FFM for a bit after a few decades to find himself artistically - in a lot of aus I have him train under the Nine-Tailed Vixen. And since Luzhen is at home governing everything (albeit with a lot of help from the Stalwarts) Macaque wouldn't feel much guilt in going on the road.

As long as he's able to return to Five Point Mountain at least once a year.

I love the imagery of Wukong running home after the White Bone Arc, believing that he's lost the closest companions he's had in centuries - only to see Macaque standing there in their bedroom, pretending as though he hadn't rushed home at the sounds of his mate's release upon the wind.

Wukong collaspes into his mate's arms, sobbing from a mixture of frustration and loss of his party, and of relief and joy of seeing Macaque in their home again.

Macaque is ready to murder that monk if he ever dares step on to their island.

Luzhen almost beats his brother-in-law to the punch with that one. Luckily the Stalwarts, Sha Wujing & Ao Lie, and Wukong himself stop that from happening.

As they're all hashing out their demands, a deep enchanting voice comes from the Palace doors.

It's Macaque, deliberately unglamoured and dressed in silk bedclothes befitting a King's spouse. His hair toussled as if he'd just rolled out of bed.

Wukong is confused by Macaque's choice in fashion until he sees Zhu Bajie's expression.

The very same pig who had goaded their master out of spite of Wukong "ruining his chance" with the White Bone Demon, was now staring jaw-dropped at who Wukong had waiting at home for him.

Wukong's face goes red from blushing, and he socks Bajie in the face for oogling his goth bf.

Macaque still doesn't trust Tripitaka. His own sense of premonition tells him that the monk will betray their trust in the future. He wants Wukong's circlet off Yesterday.

But Tripitaka cannot remove the Circlet. Only the Buddha himself can.

Macaque growls with frustration - and threatens that if Tripitaka ever uses the Headache Sutra again, then Macaque will personally take the voice from the Monk's throat before taking his mate home with him.

Macaque occasionally pops up along the Journey - whether working/performing for his Vixen mentor, or just to check that the Pilgrims are keeping their promises. Even just to step out of the shadows and terrify them at quiet moments. And ofc to smooch Wukong as they did whenever they met under the Mountain each year - the Golden-Eyed king watching his mate emerge from the darkness like he's the moon itself.

Misfortune does happen to Macaque though. Something that leaves him minus an eye. Perhaps a version of what happens in the Jttw Stone Egged au between him and the Brotherhood - the shadow far more quick to denounce his former brothers with the confidence a healthy marriage and a supportive brother-in-law has brought him.

Luzhen is very proud of how Macaque makes things up to Wukong, though he'd never say it.

[freakyfrye]

ᝰ. 𝔶𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔩𝔶

“I wanna live inside your skin—w-what?”

requested: loona x gn! reader. in which, loona has a partner that can’t get enough of her touch

type: headcanon

content: fluff, angsty loona, outta pocket remarks, raw unedited and proof read, vulnerability

note: im trying this new quote thing, think its cute. anyways, i tried—swear, but im not the overly touchy type so forgive meee. reader kinda creepy but I feel like she might like the nerdy, emo type 🤷‍♀️

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི You’re annoying.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི So embarrassingly and shamelessly annoying that, somehow, your worst than her adoptive father. More times than she can count she’s burning up with an embarrassed blush by your actions or blowing a fuse that she later regrets.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི It’s not really her fault—entirely—she was molded into the person she is by her rough upbringing. Soft, sweet cuteness and raw emotions like love wasn’t something she was used to. Never in her life did she think she would be. Hell, she never thought she would find someone willing to give her that, to look at her that way.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི Then you fell into her lap one day. Not her usual emotionally unavailable type. Someone who actually likes who she is, even after her showing you her mood swings and high level of nonchalance. You stayed, and continue to loyally as you wait for her to break down her Fort Knox guarded heart.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི The day it broke was one of the happiest days of your life, second to meeting her. It was basic, but wholesome if it was coming from loona: you were both watching tv when she fell asleep, head rolling to fall on your shoulder, which she never does, but it just goes to show how she’s grown to be vulnerable in your presence.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི You’re fucking vibrating while trying not to wake her, testing the waters and wrap your arms snuggly around her, pulling her closer and softly play footie with hers. Maybe this doesn’t sound like much to others, but they don’t understand that the only skinship you’ve had with loona since the beginning of dating was hand holding.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི Call it selfish, or desperate—you didn’t give a flying monkey’s ass but she just opened up a whole can of warms. But being openly touchy with loona was not for the weak. Blitzø is still adjusting to someone else important in her life. He’s very salty that she accepts your hugs less…aggressively.

“If you were a worm, I’d still love you but I’d probably kill you—accidentally, because I would never wanna leave you alone or let you go! Ever!”

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི Surprisingly she likes petting, but it gets outta hand when you pet her randomly—around others and not in the confinement of your rooms. She’s blushing furiously and you’re explaining she’s just soft to touch. Your comfort sense. BUT SHE’S NOT SOFT. Stop saying embarrassing things, she has a rep to uphold. Okay, she’s not!

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི She no longer rides shotgun in the imp van when you tag along. She’s in the back with you—by the window, of course—gazing out at the scenery all movie like. One ear bud in hers, the other in yours and she has a hand softly in yours. And it so sweet coming from her, it has you all mushy inside that your scooting impossibly closer to the point you shift her onto your lap, ignoring the glares blitzø sends through the rearview mirror.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི Sometimes you’d purposely rile her up, angry or horny didn’t matter, all so she can back you up into a wall with a finger pointingly jabbing into your chest. To anyone else, she might look scary because no one would want to be on the other end of a hell hound; you were hopelessly in love with this one, you’re delusional in thinking she would never hurt you and take the risk.

“I wanna carve our initials—like they do in movies—but instead of trees, my body because I’m yours.”

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི The first time you cuddled, she was the first one tapping out. It was so fucking hot, her fur and your body heat on top of hers. But you being how you were, refused to let her leave your company, even when you were sweating down your temple and your shirt’s sticking to your skin. If this relationship was going to continue, she better get used to it cause you weren’t letting her go.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི If you go on missions and this one was particularly dangerous, her hands are on you the second your back within her reach. She’s desperately searching your body for any serious injuries, all while tears gather on her lashes and fighting back her hands from trembling. Will deny she’s crying while burying her face in your neck, calling you names and sweet nothings in the same sentence. You just turn into a puddle in her arms as she makes a fuss over you—no one’s ever done this before—you could get used to it.

“If I were to die today, I’ll be the ghost that whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Even in death you can’t get rid of me.”

[wukong-s-only-wife5000]

Hey I hope your doing well! I just wanted to say that I loved how you wrote my Request, and I’d like to show the boy some more love so can I Request First Date for Lego Monkie Kid Macaque? Have a fantastic day btwsss👋🏼👋🏼✨

LMK!Macaque: First Date.

Word Count: 2494.

Rating: Fluff.

Content/Trigger Warnings: N/A.

Authors Notes: Say.less. This came out way longer than I expected yet left rushed? Hope you enjoy it!

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“You're here early,” the voice scared you… it felt like a déjà vu moment, but you shook it off and focused on him. 

“I didn't wanna be late,” you looked at the emo monkey boy in human form and smiled a bit. 

He wore his usual puppet master outfit, but something about it this time seemed more… well-kept? Groomed, even? Right now, he had the hood down. Like last time, he looked a bit weird to you since you were more used to seeing the emo monkey boy and not emo human boy. He was handsome nonetheless, though.

“You look gorgeous,” he said as he got a look at you and you to him.

“So do you,” you said without thinking and smiled nervously. “I mean, handsome, you-”

“It’s okay,” he cut you off with a chuckle. “Thank you.”

“R-right… so, what do you have in store for me tonight?” you smiled up at him. He just stared at you with a small smile of his own before his mind finally caught up to him.

“Right, well,” he chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Well, you said that you wanted it to be a shadow play… so, I, um…” he cleared his throat. “I made one for you.”

“You… made one for me? Like from scratch?” you asked in both shock and curiosity.

Your entire face felt hot from the blush that took over when he said that. You’d never expect that he or anyone would make something like a play script just for you, granted this would be the second time he did. It was definitely unexpected and most flattering if you were being completely honest.

“May I?” he asked. You looked at his hand he held out for you, that charming yet mischievous smile made your heart race as you placed your hand in his.

“You may,” you replied with a small smile.

“Are you scared, (Y/n)?” he mused a bit.

“Me? Scared? Pft- don't be ridiculous,” you waved him off, which made him chuckle as he led you inside.

“Date never killed anyone,” he chuckled.

“You haven't watched enough horror movies,” you teased him. 

The theatre room was empty as he led you to and sat you down front and centre. Before you could question him on whether or not he rented out the room for just you two, he put his hood up and the lights dimmed a bit.

“Ladies and gentlemen… tonight, you're all in for a treat,” you looked at him in question before you noticed there were people in the room; you were the only one in the front. You were sure it was empty before, though, but you shook it off and zeroed in on Macaque.

“This story was made for the gorgeous creature in the front row,” he gestured to you with a grin, which made you shift a bit as people watched you. You gave him the ‘I'll kill you later’ eyes, but his grin only grew wider as his head lowered to cover his face except his mouth.

This story had everything you loved: action, mystery, tragedy, romance. It felt unlike him, but at the same time, how he told the story was breathtaking and had many on the edge of their seats. The main character was a heroine who fell in love with the villain and changed him… only for the villain to lose his life while saving her. 

The story had ended with the heroine marrying the villain who had actually faked his death in order to keep her safe from his enemies. It was an entire rollercoaster of emotions and maybe because it was written for you that you were more invested in the story than you normally would be. He took your breath away and his smile when he saw how much you were enjoying it shone brighter than Wukong. 

“Did you like it?” was the first thing he asked once everyone left, and he walked over to you.

“I loved it,” you smiled up at him. “I never would have thought that the Six Eared Macaque would be this good at writing,” you teased, which successfully made him all bashful and shy.

“I'm glad you liked it,” he chuckled a bit and sat to your left as he shifted back to his emo monkey form. “To be honest… I kinda made up the last part.”

“You mean you killed off the villain?!” you gasped dramatically and nudged him playfully with your shoulder. “You monster… how could you,” you said dramatically, which made him laugh a bit.

“But I saved him, don't hit me for that,” he chuckled as he put his hands up in mock surrender. 

“It was still pretty good, though,” you smiled, looking ahead at the stage. “You must really enjoy doing these.”

“It’s just a hobby,” he shrugged a bit. 

“Don't think you can try to be all indifferent now,” you looked at him with a smile and nudged him.

“Fine, fine… it's a hobby that I really like,” he admitted. “Especially now that I have a fan,” he looked at you with a small smirk.

“Oh really? And who said anything about me being your fan, hm?” you teased as you folded your arms.

“I had a pretty good hunch,” he said confidently. “You wouldn't have suggested our date be a shadow play if you didn't really like it… so you're obviously a fan of mine.”

“Fine, maybe I think that your shadows are pretty cool,” you smiled a bit to yourself. “I really like how well you use them to tell your stories.”

“I appreciate that,” he looked at you. 

Your smiles never seemed to disappear when you were around each other. Neither of you had ever smiled so much at anyone, especially Macaque. Yet, being with you like he was now… it brought him an odd sense of peace and made his insides and outsides feel warm and fuzzy, I mean, forgetting that he is fuzzy.  

“What do you wanna do now?” you asked without even thinking.

“Well, I could show off a bit more,” he said as he let a shadow clone appear on your right, which scared you at first. 

“Do you get cold easily?” you asked.

“I'm covered in fur, (Y/n),” he mused.

“Touché,” you shrugged as you stood up. 

You tried to ignore how cool you thought the clone was so as to not fill up his ego by letting him know how cool you thought it was. Sure, you'd seen Wukong’s clones a lot before, but that never meant that you always thought it was amazing every single time! I mean… they made clones! Yes, you have abilities too, but this wasn't about you.

“Did you want to go somewhere?” his voice brought you back to reality.

“We can go for a walk to the park, there was a full moon out,”

“Do you like the moon?” he asked with a small smile. You were too adorable for words.

“A lot,” you grinned a bit.

“Let's go for a walk, then,” he made his clone disappear into the dark void before he stood up and opened his hand again for yours. “(Y/n),”

“Yes?” you asked softly.

“Can I hold your hand while we walk?” he asked in a gentle tone that made your heart want to explode.

“Mhm,” you nodded. 

That was all you could get out as he took your hand and led you out through the back exit. Your insides were on fire, but he wasn't any different. He didn't know where that courage came from, but he was glad that he asked. Your hand was small, but it felt so warm and though it wasn't very soft. It was between smooth and rough, which showed you were a hard worker and he loved that about you.

The walk down the alley to the streets was as quiet as the night before when you waited for the others to arrive… which they never did, by the way.

“Be honest with me, Macaque,” you glanced up at him.

“Sure,” he gave a nod, curious of what you wanted his honesty on.

“Did you do something to MK and the others to make them not show up yesterday?” you raised a brow. He laughed a bit and lifted your hand he was holding to kiss the back of it.

“Guilty,” he confessed, which made you laugh a bit, not minding the hand kiss even though your heart never seemed to slow down.

“What’d you do?” you asked in amusement.

“Let's just say… I called in a few favours,” he grinned at you.

“You didn't!” you laughed. “No wonder Wukong was so pissed off.”

“Well, when I heard you were coming too, I wanted to take the chance to talk to you in private,” he confessed as he looked at you. “Of course, you know that if our buddy Wukong was there, he’d have made sure I was in another theatre entirely.”

“Point taken,” you smiled a bit. “Were you really that desperate to get me alone?” you teased.

“Talking to you in person is way better than talking on the phone or texting,” he stated.

“I guess,” you chuckled and shook your head. “Such a trickster.”

“Guilty again,” he chuckled as he let go of your hand and instead wrapped his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer. “This okay?”

“Y-Yeah… it’s fine,” you said softly, face bright from all the blood rushing to your full cheeks. He smelled so good, like pinewood and some amazing cologne. His body was so warm and the fur on his wrist tickled the skin of your arm.

“You were shivering a bit,”

“No I wasn't,” you looked up at him with a smile.

“Guess my eyes aren't what they used to be,” he joked.

“Real smooth, emo boy,”

“Emo boy?” he mused.

“Yeah, emo boy,” you looked at him with a slight grin.

“If you're calling me that, then I'm freely calling you plum,” he shot back.

“Macaque,” you said, which made him chuckle.

“Nah, I'm still calling you plum,” he stated with a slight shrug before he pulled you closer to him.  

“Fine,” you sighed softly. If he was anything like Wukong, he wasn't going to stop calling you that. 

“Wasn't as long as I thought,” he smirked, referring to when you told him having nickname rights would take a long, long time.

“Hey, look,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “It really is a full moon,” he said and pointed to the empty sky.

You didn't know when you got to the park, mostly distracted by Macaque and his voice and his body close to yours. The view of the night sky from the park was breathtaking, you mentally thanked yourself for suggesting it. 

The rest of the night was spent with his arms wrapped securely around you to ‘keep you warm’ even though it wasn't exactly cold out. You didn't want it to end, but he didn't want to keep you outside too late. 

“I don't think I can teleport…” you glanced away with a small pout. Macaque smiled a bit at your adorable behaviour. 

“Oh really?” he mused. “Do you want me to teleport you, then?”

“Yes, please,” you looked at him with an eager grin and a childish glint in your eyes.

“I don't know, plum…” he tried to play hard to get. “It might be dangerous~”

“Danger is my middle name!” you declared, which made him laugh.

“Alright, alright, I won't make you beg,” he chuckled. “But, this transportation isn't free,”

“Oh, really?” you mused as you folded your arms. “What's the fee?”

“One kiss for one portal,” he said as he looked down at you with a small smirk.

“W-What?” you stuttered slightly, not expecting it but not surprised either.

“What? I'm sure a beautiful woman such as yourself has kissed someone before,”

“Of course I have! But that isn't the problem,” you said defensively. Sure you've kissed people in your long life… but this felt different for some reason.

“What is the problem?” he raised a brow, his smile never wavered.

“Well…” you trailed off, not really knowing what to say.

“How about… since it’s our first official date, I give you a small kiss,” he suggested. “Sound good?”

“Okay,” you nodded, you were sure you hadn't stopped blushing since he asked to hold your hand back at the theatre.

“Great…” he held that same hand while his other hand held your chin. “Can I kiss you, (Y/n)?”

“Yes…” your voice was soft, your eyes locked onto each other like you were the only beings in the universe.

“Alright,” he smiled a bit before he leaned in close, placing a kiss on your forehead before he pulled back and let your hand go. You were… flabbergasted. You never expected that… 

That tease!  You thought to yourself as you looked at him as he stretched and cracked his knuckles.

“It’s really late,” he looked at you with that cocky smirk. “I’ll need your address.”

“Oh… right,” you nodded and gave it to him, you were surprised that he knew the area.

“If you're scared, I can go with you,”

“Nope,” you shook your head as he opened the portal. Your heart was beating too fast all night for you to think about him being in your home… Alone with you. 

“Suit yourself,” he struggled with a chuckle. “If you're scared, you can close your eyes and jump in,”

“Okay…” you nodded… only for him to move it below you. “Jerk!” you yelled before you fell in and, thankfully, landed on your couch. You stared ahead and cupped your heated cheeks. “Stupid emo monkey,” you puffed your cheeks a bit before your left hand moved to touch where he kissed…

That dork… you smiled a bit to yourself.

He teleported you to your place with a smile, but when the portal closed, he frowned. He held up the hand that held onto yours most of the walk and narrowed his eyes at it. It felt cold now, his body felt cold, and he hated it. He mostly hated himself for opening his big mouth and sending you home. He hated himself for being this hung up on you… but he would never trade the feeling you gave him for the world. He wanted to be selfish and let you stay with him till the sun came up…

His fingers lifted to touch his lips and a small smirk formed. The warm touch of your skin still felt tingly against his lips, he wished he’d kissed your lips, but that was for another time. You were so nervous, and he didn't want to do something that would make you uncomfortable. He had to be patient with this and go slow… thankfully, he was a very patient emo monkey.

Silly plum…  he mused to himself.

[sugar-omi]

what are your general thoughts on step 3 baxter bc i was replaying OL1 and i trying hard not to cackle at the fact baxter is 19 years old in like 2016. bc all i can hear is halsey, p!atd, arctic monkeys when i look at him; it's giving tumblr, hot topic, that specific period of alt fashion. like he looks like a k-pop idol, but has a weirdly deep voice and overly formal way of speaking. like that is a rich sheltered gayboy emo nerd, not a suave daddy dom. his ass is grass and mc is gonna mow it. i'm saying i find his whole aesthetic ridiculous even tho i do have a soft spot for his fear of emotional vulnerability.

LMAOOO NO I READ THE HALSEY, P!ATD, N ARCTIC MONKEYS AND YOU LITERALLY DESCRIBED MY MUSIC TASTE IN 2016-18 PLS JUST ADD MCR AND I AM IN RUINS.....

OMG STOP "HIS ASS IS GRASS AND MC IS GONNA MOW IT" PLS I LOVE YOU YOUR /WORDS/ IM ACTUALLY CRYING

honestly the only reason i don't clown him is bc I think him being older is 🥵🫣 but yeah I had to laugh when they called me Pepe le pew and Victorian emo man

I was literally getting ready to go out the one day after playing the dlc, and was trying not to fuck up my eyeliner from laughing bc pepe le pew is abnormally funny n idek what or who that is

HONESTLY I WAS SO GRATEFUL WHEN HE CHANGED CLOTHES

I COULD GET BEHIND THE SHIRT BUT THOSE PANTS.....

take em off

OH NO WHAT DO YOU THINK HIS UNDERWEAR LOOKED LIKE.... ik in step 4 he had fall leaves on his butt but what abt step 3.... im afraid 😟

okay I totally almost forgot your question, thank god I read things like 5 times before I'm sure I'm not missing smth but general thoughts....

well first thoughts was "who tf is this flirting w my man🤨"

now it's "who let this vampire out the house" bc baxter is so pale... pls I feel like if I put a firefly on him he'd burn like?!)!&*!^!??

final thought: "are you still looking to be sandwiched" bc poly cove/baxter/mc sounds PERFECT for all my issues (will never recover from the dialogue being different if you have cove at fond or crush when you start dating baxter.....)

also I'd like to eat him, did I say that alrdy? well I'd like to shrink him n nibble on him

OH MY GOD THATS OFF TRACK OK STEP 3 BAXTER THO. ID LIKE TO GRAB HIS FACE N YELL AT HIM

knowing he's going to break my heart...... pls... 5 moments wasn't enough imma need reimbursement for this heartache

I wanna sneak into his condo and lay in bed w him and make him laugh until he falls asleep n then I wanna wake him up w breakfast and then I wanna go on a lil stargazing date n walk along the edge of the water, the water only touching his feet when the wave goes up shore

n I wanna find all his lil freckles and moles n count them n be all close n tell him he's pretty like the moon and I wanna put on some song idk the lyrics to bc it's some Spanish love song or smth and make him dance w me even tho the most I can do is spin I a circle and circle literally one hip

and I wanna take him on a long drive w his dumb metal music blasting n make him yell it out w me and I wanna feed him his dumb fries w pie or whatever it was and I wanna make him lay in the grass w me and I wanna go build a dumb sandcastle and get him a silly lil toy that's prbly meant for kids n giggle abt it for a stupid amount of time and when we get home laugh abt it some more and i wanna play my dumb instrument and sing him a dumb song n AKAJHAGA I JUST WANT A FUCKJNG COMING OF AGE MOVIE W HIM I AM JAGADFALAH LOSING MY SHIT

okay.

I'm normal 🧍 ... I like this man a Regular amount

[real-sun-wukong-fan01]

Hi it's headcannon anon back again!

WUKONG

1. he enjoys weird food combinations such as pickles and ice cream, peanut butter, jelly and cheese and chips and ice cream purely because they remind him of certain fruits or veggies that don't exist anymore

2. Despite living in a cave, he hates spiders and snakes. He doesn't know why it might be the many eyes or the feeling of scales but he doesn't like them

3. He at one point had a crush on change'e purely because of her cooking. He refuses to admit it though and Macaque teases him for it

4. Wukong enjoys brushing out mks hair or fur now? He considers mk to be his son or grandson and enjoys feeding him as well.

5. Used to bathe in hot springs and pretend to be a woman because he was uncomfortable with human males.

MACAQUE

1. He enjoys foods from north and south America because they are bitter, such as salsa, pickles, war heads and others

2. He sleeps with his back to the wall, he doesn't trust someone not to creep up on him after what happened in his life

3. He likes to draw a lot, will often times leave mk drawings on his front door as a gift to show affection.

4. Macaque dyes his fur, it was white but he dyed it black to look cool and edgy or he glamours it up because he is edgy

Also if you reveal one secret about yourself I'll reveal who I truly am, aka my true account on the next post----- sincerely headcannon anon 📜

EVERYBODY CALM HEADCANON ANON IS HERE

- alone, he hates all of those foods, maybe he enjoys some, like pickles or ice cream, but together? They remind him of such good dishes he had back in the day! Has to hide it because if he doesn't they'll call him weird. (He is, but come on.)

- he has a feeling it's because of the many demons related to those animals he fought.

- unlike Zhu bajie, he didn't propose, he simply waited until it cooled down.

- any monkey is his child now.

- he still is uncomfortable with human men, but now he has a shower.

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- he loves spicy food. Can't say the same for wukong.

- somehow Wukong manages to prank him even from the front. He is no safe.

- he loves to draw because of sun wukong, but there's his own passion in it too. He wishes he was as good as wukong though.

- Wukong called him emo and he still doesn't know what does that mean.

A secret?

I hava a platonic bf.

[alltimefail-sims]

random question but erwin gives Lana stan vibes and same lolz but then i wondered what music your characters from strangerville story all listen to?

First off I am so happy to answer this question for you!! Thank you for asking! I love love love music and love this question!

That being said, before I begin I want you to know that I'm so sorry to burst a personal headcanon you've made about my version of Erwin Pries...but he has probably never heard a Lana Del Rey song in his entire life lmfao (I'm assuming that's who you're talking about). But Erwin is an EA premade, so if your Erwin is a Lana Del Rey stan I love that for you and that's valid!!! My Erwin just isn't haha (but his sister Maggie would like her music!) Anyway!!!

Very long response below the cut! ↓

Erwin mostly listens to older music: he loves music from the 60s, 70s, and 80s and listens to everything on vinyl or cassette (he is very passionate about the preservation of physical media, he is the Paranoid ass king after all). His favorites are Fleetwood Mac, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Queen, David Bowie, Abba, Neil Diamond, Jim Croce, Billy Joel, John Denver, James Taylor, Elton John, The Mamas and Papas, Johnny Cash, and so on. He also has a not-so-secret love for musicals and claims that the Jesus Christ Superstar soundtrack is one of the best pieces of composition to ever exist (he also likes Godspell, Rent, Xanadu, and many more) Get him drunk enough and he will talk about how Mamma Mia is "Literally a transcendent work of art with whimsy and heartbreak and joy and a tender ass storyline at the heart that quite literally fucks so hard. Fucking Meryl Streep. Fuck!" Direct quote. That man hardly listens to anything post-1990, with the exception of "Queen Florence Welch" (Florence and the Machine).

Zoe appreciates all kinds of music, but has a deep love for the soul music that she heard around the house growing up. She likes music with feeling and depth, and the lyrics are most important to her but if the song isn't deep, it better have a good beat that she can dance to! Her personal favorite artists include Otis Reading, Stevie Wonder, Sam Cooke, Dionne Warwick, Beyoncé, Alicia Keys, Rhianna, Lauryn Hill, The Temptations, Roberta Flack, Janelle Monáe, Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey, and so on!

Beckett's looks deceive him because he loves pop music. He is listening to the current hits, think Billboard 100s exclusively lol. He might have listened to a few rock or rap songs to get "pumped up" back in his football days, but for the most part he is always listening to pop - he even likes boybands, but won't willingly admit that lmao. He's a Swiftie through and through, and he will fight for her honor on any Twitter thread or in-person discussion. He also has a love for 90s and early 2000s country artists like Shania Twain, Alison Krauss, Lee Ann Womack, and The Dixie Chicks (now The Chicks) because of cleanin' and cookin' Sundays with his momma <3

Junia doesn't care about music that much! She doesn't have any favorite artists, she's never even bought a CD and probably couldn't tell you 5 bands or artists off the top of her head. She's one of those people who will listen to anything that "has a good beat" while she's working out, and it doesn't even have to have words. She's listening to music more for background noise as opposed to being passionate about it or seeking it out.

Anwar listens to alternative music mostly! Bands like the 1975, The Strokes, Paramore, The Clash, Fall Out Boy, Arctic Monkeys, The Black Keys, The Neighborhood, and so on. He definitely went through a pop-punk, Hot Topic, combo of emo and scene phase in his teen years in the 2000s. (Iykyk, if you don't... look it up lmao. It was a time to be alive.) If they could play at Warped Tour, he listens to them lmao. But he's cool with most pop or radio music, he's not like a music snob or anything.

Tashia listens to pretty much everything, but she also loves metal music. Idk if you've seen the Pixar/Disney movie "Monster's University" but there's a scene in there where the mom of one of the main characters drops them off at Monsters Inc. and she's like "I'll just be listening to my tunes until you get back" in like the sweetest voice and then as she's rolling up the windows you can hear metal music blasting through the speakers and she's just like... calmly vibing like she's listening to elevator music or smooth jazz lmfao. It's very funny. That's how I imagine Tashia's music taste to be and it concerns everyone around her <3

[lousyadult-vinyls]

A peak into my college soundtrack, just for funsies!

I’ve been listening to a lot of the music I listened to in college from around 2013 - 2016 these last few days, and while some of you may know me as a midwestern emo connoisseur, it was college and I was experimenting with new sounds! (Also, there weren’t many notable midwestern emo releases during this window worth noting aside from Modern Baseball and Mom Jeans, imo) The sounds of a lot of the bands I loved during college have matured and shifted with time, there is something about the sound from a decade ago is so comforting and nostalgic and essential to the core of my existence. And if you’re wondering exactly what kind of music college me was listening to that could have altered my brain chemistry to the point of shaping my current personality, please read on.

2013 gave us AM by the Arctic Monkeys, The 1975’s debut AND The Neighbourhood’s debut, Paramore’s self titled album, Melophobia by Cage The Elephant, Wolf by Tyler, The Creator, Random Access Memories by Daft Punk, and both Lorde’s debut album, Pure Heroine AND Haim’s debut album, Days Are Gone, and Chance’s Acid Rap just to name a few. All in ONE YEAR. But this wasn’t just any year to me, it was my FRESHMAN YEAR of college. You just know with a soundtrack like this I was making awful decisions.

And how can 2014 follow up an act like that you might ask? With none other than Lana Del Rey’s Ultraviolence, which kicked off the whole “2014 core” aesthetic and inspired many a teen to pick up cigarette smoking for the first time. And, as if we weren’t depressed enough at that point, 2014 also gave us Hozier’s self titled debut. That year we also got Catfish and the Bottlemen’s debut The Balcony, Salad Days by Mac DeMarco, The Growlers’ Chinese Fountain, SZA’s debut album, Glass Animals’ debut album ZABA, new J Cole, Courtney Barnett’s debut album, Modern Vampires by Vampire Weekend, Childish Gambino’s Kauai, and so much more.

2015 came in hot with a new album from Lana Del Rey, and Halsey’s Badlands that sent every manic pixie dream girlie absolutely spiraling and Tumblr has still never fully recovered from it. That year we also got Art Angels by Grimes, Currents by Tame Impala, To Pimp a Butterfly by Kendrick Lamar, GO:OD AM by Mac Miller, Depression Cherry by Beach House, a formal introduction to The Weeknd’s haunted strip club sound with his album Beauty Behind the Madness, Tove Lo’s debut album, a second Courtney Barnett album, new Twenty One Pilots, and new Florence and the Machine.

Lastly, 2016 brought us Mitski’s Puberty 2, a second The 1975 album and a second Catfish and the Bottlemen album, Skin by Flume, Blonde by Frank Ocean (we all cried SO much), new music from The Growerlers, Chance’s album Coloring Book, Post Malone’s debut album, Khalid’s debut American Teen, Starboy by The Weeknd, How to be a Human Being by Glass Animals, Awaken, My Love! by Childish Gambino, Rihanna’s ANTI, Views by Drake, and Lemonade by Beyoncé (which took another 3 years to release on Spotify and Apple Music).

In my opinion there has not been, musically at least, a finer time to be a college student trying to figure out the world around them on their own for the first time. That being said, I did need years of therapy after college to work through some of the trauma I inflicted on my own life, which was greatly fueled the music I was listening to at the time.

TL;DR: Don’t do anything mentioned in The 1975’s songs while your brain is still developing unless you already have a therapist lined up. But even then, you probably shouldn’t.

[peppersjam]

My Top 10 Albums of 2022

Like I hoped/hypothesized in my Top 10 last year, moving to Austin (and COVID at least temporarily easing up) brought me back to live music. I saw Snail Mail, Jose Gonzalez, Bon Iver, Andrew Bird with Iron and Wine, Bartees Strange, a smorgasbord of amazing acts on one hot Friday at Austin City Limits, and a handful of delightful local artists. The Bon Iver show affected me in a completely unexpected way, and triggered a year-long obsession with i,i and 22, a million, two albums that I had filed away as somehow lesser than For Emma and the self-titled. Googles "Bon Iver tour" again.

Kendrick finally released a new album and I completely bounced off of it after a few listens. I guess having the insta-cortisol-injection of "We Cry Together" on the tracklist is a problem for me. The new Arctic Monkeys album was also a bit of a disappointment. As it stands, it's my least favorite album of theirs. I'm sure I'll give both of these another shot, though. They'll probably pop up under the heading of "what was I thinking?" five years from now.

My pre-2022 albums that should've made their respective lists were heavily influenced by my reading Dan Ozzi's "Sellout." - Against Me! – "Transgender Dysphoria Blues" (2013) rocks SO HARD and checks so many boxes for me. Where can I get more folk-punk? - Jimmy Eat World – "Clarity" (1999) in some alternate universe where I started blogging at 10 rather than slightly older than that. - Cory Wong. I'm cheating here. I don't particularly care for his albums as a format, but his shockingly highly-produced YouTube show includes compelling, virtuosic funk/bluegrass/big-band/whatever performances, like this one with Sierra Hull which I have watched a silly number of times.

I had 8(!) runners up this year but that stretches the definition beyond the editorial standards of this fine publication, so I've narrowed it down to 3:

Angel Olsen – "Big Time" (may have cracked the list if I didn't miss the AO/SVE concert for a last-minute vacation)

Beach House – "Once Twice Melody" (Beach House doesn't excite me at all as a music listener – call it a hangover of an uninspiring show several years ago – but this album, like most of their music, is irresistible)

Delicate Steve – "After Hours" (do I love Delicate Steve only because of the name? Absolutely not.)

10. Sharon Van Etten – We've Been Going About This All Wrong

Finally! An SVE album released in the era of me being a massive SVE fan. I wrote about this earlier, but she was my go-to through the first two years of COVID. We've Been Going About This All Wrong doesn't quite reach the highs of Remind Me Tomorrow, but I still find myself getting lost in the album every time I listen to it.

9. Plains – I Walked with You a Ways

According to my driver's license and my voter registration, I'm a Texan. To follow up Saint Cloud, this time as Plains (with Jess Williamson as a partner in crime), Katie Crutchfield is pushing even further in the Americana/Country direction, giving me the gift of a comfortable nest to curl up into in my new environs. Yes, I have played this album, several times, loud, while driving through hill country west of Austin. It works.

8. PUP – The Unraveling of PUPTHEBAND

It feels good to like an emo band that is still making (good) albums. I'm not sure why I hadn't heard of PUP before this year, but they started popping up all over the place as I started poking around during my read of "Sellout." The first 5 tracks here are my favorite 5 song run of the year.

7. MUNA – MUNA

The most magical musical moment of the year for me was in March. We were at Mañana getting a coffee one Friday afternoon, and we saw a stage being set up on its courtyard. It was during SXSW, so that much wasn't unexpected. We Googled and realized that MUNA would be playing later that day. We walked back after work and saw a tiny, free, incredible MUNA show. They played a bunch of songs off of the yet-unreleased new album, and it was obvious that the album would be packed with exquisite pop morsels. June 2022: it was, and it was good.

6. Big Thief – Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe In You

Big Thief are not doing anything flashy. They're not reinventing rock. They're not subverting the indie folk moniker. Like virtuosic short story authors, they're crafting small, isolated worlds within each song, giving the listener only as much as they need. Adrianne Lenker is not just a genius writer (as I've mentioned before) but a ruthless editor. I'm saying this about an album that has 20 tracks. Maybe I need a ruthless editor.

5. Carly Rae Jepsen – The Loneliest Time

The title track, a.k.a. "The Loneliest Time feat. Rufus Wainwright," a.k.a. the one song that I drove around the block for to hear the end of this year (apologies Earth, the Prius c was mostly in EV mode), a.k.a I guess I like disco now?

With each CRJ release I prepare myself to be underwhelmed. It just doesn't seem like she could continue to release crisp, zeitgeist-defying pop albums. While I was intrigued that she worked with Rostam for "Western Wind," I was left feeling "meh" when the single dropped, which further reduced my expectations. The album releasing on the same day as Taylor Swift's Midnights was trial by fire, and I listened to "The Loneliest Time" on repeat for a total of twice as many plays as Midnights. Take that for data!

4. Black Country, New Road – Ants From Up There

The most significant musical discovery of 2022 for me is the UK Experimental Rock scene that is producing BCNR and Jockstrap. I don't think it's a cohesive "thing" to discover, but anytime I hear that some members of a band met at some artsy school in the UK (like the XX) and/or someone somehow shows up on multiple albums on this list in a single year (Georgia Ellery, how?), I take notice. More than any other album on this list, when I listen to this one, I want to talk or write about it. I wouldn't be surprised if I listen to and laud it 18 years from now the same way I listen to and laud Arcade Fire's Funeral today.

3. Bartees Strange – Farm to Table

If I write out a description of the styles of each song on this album, it doesn't sound like it would be cohesive or even compelling. Bartees pulls inspirations from bands like Bon Iver and The National so directly that it's practically pastiche. It's not though: Bartees injects so much of himself into the music that it's unmistakably him. The fact that he finds inspiration from so many places and is so excited to share them all with us is a feature, not a bug. I selfishly hope that his next album is more cohesive, but I can't argue with the results of his earnestness so far.

2. Animal Collective – Time Skiffs

Animal Collective's 2004-2009 run of LPs (Sung Tongs, Feels, Strawberry Jam, and Merriweather Post Pavilion) were pivotal to (a) the indie scene as a whole and, more importantly, (b) me in 2009 once I decided that I shouldn't just listen to The Beatles for the entirety of college. I did not expect to ever love or get lost in an AnCo album again the way I did with those 4. But here we are: "Time Skiffs" is inching its way toward the top of my Animal Collective tier list. This record does what all good Animal Collective records do: it absorbs me. It pulls me in with soundscapes and timbral oddities, and then dunks me in a pool of melody. If you're imagining an art rock shampoo ad, then you're on the right track. Every single track on Time Skiffs does this with a shocking efficiency.

Or, to put it in their own words, from their Bandcamp page:

Time Skiffs’ nine songs are love letters, distress signals, en plein air observations, and relaxation hymns, the collected transmissions of four people who have grown into relationships and parenthood and adult worry. But they are rendered with Animal Collective’s singular sense of exploratory wonder. Harmonies so rich you want to skydive through their shared air, textures so fascinating you want to decode their sorcery, rhythms so intricate you want to untangle their sources. Here is Animal Collective's past two decades, still in search of what’s next.

Why do I bother?!

1. Jockstrap – I Love You Jennifer B

I already explained my general fascination with this thread of music (see my notes on Ants From Up There above). It's my favorite album of the year, over the near-perfect Animal Collective album for reasons that I will try to explain but don't completely make sense to me.

Hearing "Glasgow" for the first time flipped a switch in my brain that is un-flip-back-able. I need to listen to "Glasgow" as many times as possible.

If "Glasgow" wasn't that song, "Concrete Over Water" would've been. It's incidental that I heard "Glasgow" first.

I have neutral-to-negative feelings about violin in rock music. "That's dumb and unjustifiable," this album screams at me, politely.

The songs on this album sound simple, hiding their depth. The album forces me to alternate between close listening (specific production choices, structure, melodic riffs, lyrics, and on and on) and a total immersion.

Ok, fine. The shift at 1:15 of Glasgow.

[rosetherat]

Doodles soo many doodles I’m mentally unwell I’m going to skin myself alive or something but how would you even do that like that doesn’t make sense I mean you could but could you really I don’t believe it I’d have to call a friend for help probably anyway enough about my weekend plans It’s like doodly doodles this time cause im like who’s that composer guy with the wig whoever he was im him but for art im like Jesus one of these days im gonna walk outside and the people will throw stones at me and I’ll go hey don’t do that and walk back inside because im smart and know they would never enter my house without me letting them in because they are polite okay moving on it’s monkey time ladies list your favourite monkey species below I’m being interactive see im interacting with you all isn’t this nice I still don’t know how this app works how do I reply to people when they say stuff about me do I just not or what what’s the social etiquette here still autistic no social skills this place is hell for me that’s why I only come on to post art and then like leave straight away I don’t even have notifs on for this thing I don’t like it it’s too scary okay moving on again did I already talk about monkeys probably is anyone even still reading r my two followers seeing this what’s that song where it’s like and it was all yellow yellows my favourite colour okay maybe pink is my favourite colour yeah yeah I love pink my whole room is pink I look at pink and I go yay! I’m like that hippo from fnaf he’s my number one kin now what’s a kin does rhat mean he’s my kid or what anyway I’m him now I’m a rambler I’m a rambling man I’m CRAZZAY it’s my Uber autism Uber speaking of happy late lesbian day I’m like the ultimate lesbian I’m the final boss probably maybe not I’m like a secret boss that you have to look up where to find me and it’s never worth it anyway can we go back to the doodle go back scroll up and look at it again and think wow what a doodle rat that’s a doodle alright why did I name myself rat why did I do that to myself okay it’s cause people used to call me a rat but I said no no no this is clearly not a being mean thing this is a cute endearing thing like a nickname because rats r cute so I embraced it because social cues don’t exist to me and If I wanna be a rat then dude, get me in a sewer or something let me scuttle around notice how I’m still going that’s called being unmedicated my brain goes faster than the speed of light I’m thinking about a minimum of ten things at the same time rn it sucks if any doctors r around and would like to shorten my waiting list wait so I could be medicated that’d be helpful I’ve been waiting like four years at this point how does it take four years for you to go hey here’s the medication you need like is it that hard wish I was a monkey they don’t get medicated they don’t have the technology for that GET ME OUT KF HEREE anyway bye bye my babas I just realised it’s 4:20 rn and I think that’s funny so I must fall asleep immediately so I fall asleep at the funny number this is the part where u tuck me in and give me a little kiss on the forehead warning I sleep with ten blankets and like three of them r weighted so you will have trouble tucking me in I can’t help it I’m like a little bear I like being warm if I had a cat or something I wouldn’t have to do this I want a cat so bad btw I need a little guy who will curl up on my chest and go meow at me to remind me of who I am WAKE ME UP WAKE ME UP INSIDEEE that’s me if I was emo okay I should wait another thing don’t forget the hot water bottle I sleep with like two hot water bottles you might be thinking how do you not overheat with ten blankets and two hot water bottles and the answer is I’m simply better than you also I’m always cold my body I can’t regulate my temperature it sucks im just so cold. Omg arg refrence the cold guy Ermm did you say guy? PURPLE GUY hor hor hor hor hor I love fnaf this is why I stick to twt they have a short word limit if they didn’t have that I’d be making whole novels this is just white noise omg channel referen

Oh my god I can still type this is like Christmas for me know that I never shut up is anyone still here if you make it through reply with like idk apples and I’ll send u my credit card information just kidding aha! I don’t use those because I’m paranoid the government can track me with them it’s all paper money for me teehee if I was a monkey I’d hope to be a proboscis monkey did you know they regurgitate their food and chew their cud that’s so dreamy majestic even wish I did that sadly I am just a little human lad anyway this time I’m really going im leaving I think Charlie’s ending stream so I have no more reason to be awake enjoy the art in the meantime my eyes hurt I’ve been sick for over a month is that normal I get headaches like every day and my eyes r always dry my nose is like an Olympic runner at this point that thing does not stop and as I am sick I deserve rest and like onion rings oh you don’t even know about the onion rings I’m eating on like an average 20 onion rings a day I can’t stop I can’t even help it it’s my autism taste buds I eat the same thing for like 2 months and then never wanna touch it again for like a year I can’t help it GUINEA PIGS I wish I had one I’d let it lay on my chest and go hello little guy this is why I need a cat that will cuddle with me I need it right now get me one someone assign a cat to me I need it to crawl through my window one day and refuse to leave how would a cat even get through my window they can’t climb that high okay he just ended tbis means I can leave now please look at the art it’s not even art it’s a doodle anyway goodbye

[allnightlongzine]

Shyness Is Nice, but Not When Reaching for Grandeur

Kelefa Sanneh | Oct. 26, 2006 | nytmes.com

Who says it has been a dull year for rock ’n’ roll? Why, only a few months ago, Angels and Airwaves, the new band led by the former Blink-182 member Tom DeLonge, released a CD that generated “album of this decade” hype. More recently, the Killers created “one of the best albums in the past 20 years.” And even before the new album from My Chemical Romance arrived in shops, there was a sense that “something big” was afoot. All those quotes come from the lead singers, not critics. But that’s a start. And at least one of those lead singers happens to be right. It was Gerard Way, from My Chemical Romance, who told MTV how excited he was about his band’s new album, “The Black Parade” (Reprise/Warner). He said there was “a sense of something big is going to happen and it’s potentially terrifying.” And on Tuesday he was proved right twice. In the morning, that CD hit shops; it’s brilliant. And that night, his band played a thrilling set at Webster Hall. It certainly felt like the start of something big.

It can’t possibly be a coincidence. Now that rock ’n’ roll seems more than ever like a niche genre, a handful of bands are reaching for grandeur. In an age of weightless mp3’s, they want to make weighty albums (whatever that means). Conscious of a rock ’n’ roll power vacuum, these bands are trying to fill it.

Mr. DeLonge’s campaign is perhaps the most surprising. His old band, Blink-182, was known for fizzy pop-punk songs, not grand statements. After the trio split up, he formed Angels and Airwaves, telling MTV, “I want to come out with an album that people will refer to 20 years from now as the album of this decade.” Later, he said his band, which owes a notable debt to U2, was “on the edge of doing something extremely powerful and massive in music.”

Brandon Flowers, from the Killers, has been just as immodest. He has belittled the competition, from Fall Out Boy to Green Day. And he told the British weekly NME that the new Killers album, “Sam’s Town” (Island Def Jam), is “one of the best albums in the past 20 years.” Even better: Mr. DeLonge took offense, hinting that Mr. Flowers had stolen his “20 years” rhetoric.

All three of these bands come from genres known more for youthful energy than for gravitas. Mr. DeLonge’s grand proclamations might be a delayed reaction to the years he spent in Blink-182, a pop-punk band that once released an album (a really good one, too) called, “Enema of the State.” Similarly, the Killers’ debut, “Hot Fuss,” was full of propulsive, vaguely new-wavey singles; now Mr. Flowers is telling interviewers how much he loves Bruce Springsteen. And Mr. Way has talked about wanting to escape the emo scene that nurtured his band; songs on “The Black Parade” nod at influences ranging from Queen to cabaret (thanks to a brief but much-discussed cameo from Liza Minnelli).

This is partly a story about money, too. At a time when lots of major-

label bands are learning how to be content with low six-figure sales, these bands want to keep selling millions of CD’s and filling big rooms. If anything, the industry slump has made bands less shameless about aiming for mainstream success; it’s hard to rail against arena rock when there are hardly any new arena-size bands to rail against. This obsession with bigness is, in part, a small rebellion against a world in which bands shrink themselves to fit MySpace and YouTube. These bands want to make albums that are actually worth $18.98. (A special edition of “The Black Parade,” in an oversized box, has a list price of $44.98.)

Finally, this is partly a story about America. In Britain, where rock ’n’ roll never shrank, strutting major-label bands are a dime a dozen. Not coincidentally, Britain’s biggest and most important band is Arctic Monkeys, a group that followed its small-sounding debut album, “Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not” (Domino), with a couple of mini-CD’s (the second, a charming 10-minute disc called “Leave Before the Lights Come On,” was released on Tuesday) and a distinct lack of pomp or theater. The lead Monkey, Alex Turner, is a shrugger, not a boaster.

But back to America, and to reality. It turned out that the Angels and Airwaves album, “We Don’t Need to Whisper” (Suretone/Geffen), was charming but lightweight; it has sold fewer than half a million copies, according to Nielsen SoundScan. The Killers album sold an impressive 315,000 copies in its first week, but it has a long way to go before it matches “Hot Fuss,” which sold over three million copies. The My Chemical Romance album certainly deserves to be a smash, and first-week sales are sure to be huge. But even that doesn’t make it a sure thing.

It would be easy to say that sales don’t really matter; the music is what matters, right? But when bands acknowledge that they want to be important, they’re also acknowledging that they want to be popular; they’re acknowledging that they care about how they are perceived. And once you have acknowledged that, you have also acknowledged that you might fail. “Something big” might not happen, after all. In that sense, all this seeming hubris might also be read as a form of humility: an acknowledgment that no band can do it alone.

At the Webster Hall concert, Mr. Way still sounded excited about his newly released CD, but he was also sweetly solicitous of the fans who will, he hopes, join the “Parade.” Over and over, he shouted, “Hip, hip,” and the audience responded, “Hooray!” It was hard to tell who was cheering whom.

[leoisnotnorth]

Opinion: Legos are hot

Evidence:

[literatebly]

Oh But You're An Explosion

Juice Ortiz / You (Sons of Anarchy)

Summary: You've been checking out this hot biker guy for months through your shop's windows. One day he walks in.

Warnings: Canon-typical smoking and alcohol use, I guess. Kinda. Also a lot of thirsting. But there's nothing explicit, really. I think?

Words: 3 781

A/N: So I've been thinking about this specific plant shop scenario for like a year now, on and off, and somehow suddenly decided to sit down and write some of it down. Accidentally, I finished writing it all in one sitting. Whoops. The level of Juice-thirsting indulgence in this one is quite strong. I'm a huge advocate for that. This can also be found on AO3. The title is a line from I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor by Arctic Monkeys. I hope you enjoy! <3

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this one. Not even the "you", probably. Not that one ever could own you. I'm rambling again. Sorry.

You'd seen him walking past the shop countless of times, head bopping to the beat of his steps on his way to… somewhere. Now, there were hundreds if not thousands of people walking past your shop each day, and some you recognized but most you didn't. Why would you? You'd been fortunate enough to get your shop on one of the busiest streets of Lodi. But him you recognized and remembered, even though you didn't see him even on a weekly basis.

It was the tattoos on his scalp that first drew your attention. They were so tacky, and the stupid patch of hair didn't help. It was really quite ridiculous. But the look was also quite original, or at least rare enough that one couldn't help but remember it. And through time you kind of stared to become fond of the look. Especially since he had a pretty face to pull it off. Such a pretty face.

The first couple of times he walked past the windows you'd focused on the tattoos and the hair. The shop was only so wide and he'd walk past it quite quickly, so there was not a lot of time to ogle at the details. Unfortunately. At some point though, you started noticing other things. Like the vest he always wore. It was a biker vest, of course, and it took you another while to decipher which club.  Eventually you figured it out. It was another quite ridiculous thing. Sons of Anarchy. What a name. Kind of cringe, in your opinion. All pent up teenage emo shit and adolescent rebellion. Fucking grown up men, for all the gods' sake. And yet... You were but a humble servant of the human nature, and perhaps in need of a good fuck.

Another part that drew your attention were the arms. If it was summer, he'd usually wear a t-shirt underneath the vest, so the tan arms with the tattoos were on nice display. Your favorites were the white and the pale grey. They gave nice contrast to the warm tone of his skin. Such nice arms. Couple of times he'd been holding a phone to his ear. The right one - not in sense of right or left but in the sense of which way he was walking. You very much liked the way his bicep and forearm bulged when he held the phone. And not that you had a hand kink or anything, but he also had rings. Yeah.

Usually he had this stern, sort of frowning look on his face. Lips all tight and brows knit together. Focused and serious. It went very well with the vest and the general air of Important Things To Do. But occasionally he smiled, and you positively loved that. You’d never seen it from head on, but you could sort of tell it was the kind that made one all warm and seen. Usually the smile happened while he was speaking on the phone.

All in all, it was safe to say that he was very, very hot. If you fantasized a little, it wasn’t really your fault. Mitigating circumstances and all that, your honor. It was really his own fault for looking so gorgeous. And if the day when he actually walked in the door your heart skipped a beat, that was to be expected.

Miraculously, there were no other customers, so you had to give him all your attention. What a sacrifice, really. He was wearing that familiar focused frown, and was way more attractive from the face to face point of view.

“I’m looking for a Silver Cloud Philadeldrol.“

He was also wearing a white t-shirt. With the vest open. “Sorry, what?”

“A Philadeldrol? Phila-something.” His brows knitted a bit tighter. You blinked.

“Do you mean Silver Cloud Philodendron?”

He narrowed his eyes in a way that spoke of partial recognition.

“I think so? Are they rare and expensive?”

You snorted slightly. “Yes.”

He nodded, a smile ghosting on his face. So attractive. Jesus.

“Then I mean that.”

“Okay. I have some in the back, if you want to pick one yourself.”

“You pick. I wouldn’t know what to look for.”

You smiled understandingly to ease the air of apology he’d attained. And also because you just couldn't help it.

“All right. I’ll just be a minute.”

He was leaning casually against the counter when you came back. When he pocketed his phone, you wondered how long it had taken for him to learn not get his rings stuck in the process. And if he could do it with tighter jeans on. You also though you might go to hell, if you were to believe in such an institute.

“So I’m guessing you’re not getting this for yourself?”

“No, just running an errand for – a friend. It’s for his mom’s birthday. She collects plants.”

You couldn’t help but smirk, which made him raise his brows in return.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, it’s just that Silver Cloud is a nickname for the plant. The actual scientific name is Philodendron mamei. Sort of fitting.”

He laughed. It was beautiful. Angles sung. “He’s one momma’s boy alright.”

The snort that burst out of your mouth didn’t sound quite as beautiful. He didn’t seem to mind though, actually looked a little pleased with himself. Or at least that’s how you were going to play it in your nightly fantasies.

“Do you want me to wrap it? Like a gift.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

It was kind of sad, having to look away from him in order to get the paper around the plant. Perhaps you should consider getting yourself an assistant to do the wrapping while you stared at hot customers.

“So. These are quite tricky in terms of plant care, so tell your friend’s mom to come by if she wants any tips. Most of the stuff on the internet is bullshit.”

“I’ll be sure to tell her that.”

The smile he gave you was much better than what you’d imagined. It was all crinkly eyes and perfect teeth and warmth, yes, but you hadn’t considered the kaleidoscope of butterflies it would hatch. Your own smile left your cheeks warm.

“Ok, there you go. Need anything else?”

“I think that’s all, thanks.”

“All right. Have a nice day.”

His smile was blinding. “Thanks, you too.”

As you watched him walk out of the shop, holding the wrapped plant like it might explode any time, you groaned internally. I’m so screwed.

***

A couple of weeks later you were once again alone in the shop, when a no-bullshit looking woman walked in like she owned the place. You put on your best customer service smile. To be completely honest, she was a bit scary.

“Hi. What can I do for you, ma’am?”

The woman waived impatiently.

“Call me Gemma. I’ve been told the Silver Cloud philo I got for my birthday came from you.”

Your could feel your eyes widening in recognition. That plant didn’t sell much, as you kept it in the back only to sell it when specifically asked for.

“Oh, right. Yes. I remember that one.”

“I’m sure you do, sweetheart.” The knowing look on the woman’s face was not judgmental, but it was a bit intimidating. “I want to hire you to help with some repotting.”

You frowned. “I don’t really do house calls.”

She looked at you like what you’d said had no meaning to her whatsoever.

“The consultation fee will be worth your time.”

“How far away are we talking?”

“Charming. I’ll have everything ready, you just need to show up.”

After thinking about it for a moment, and for reasons you were not quite comfortable in recognizing, you decided to act on a whim.

“All right, why not.”

When the scary woman smiled, she was really very beautiful.

“Perfect. Here’s my number. You can come by whenever, just call me when you leave and I’ll give you driving instructions.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The woman waived again, but the smile didn’t leave her lips.

“Gemma is fine, sweetheart.”

When you watched her walk out of your shop, you breathed out deeply. What the fuck did we get ourselves into now.

***

The door to the woman’s, Gemma’s, house was open when you arrived, so you knocked on the frame and walked in.

“Hi sweetheart, come on in. I’m in the kitchen.”

Gemma was throwing things in her bag when you entered. Somewhat (but not entirely) surprisingly, the hot biker guy was there as well. The surprise must have shown on your face, though it wasn’t like you particularly tried to hide it.

“You remember Juice, don’t you? Something came up at the shop so I can’t stay after all, but he’ll be around to help you if you need it.”

It looked like the guy was trying to pull off the bored, casual look, but he seemed to abandon it when you smiled at him. It was very adorable and also quite flattering. Your heartbeat quickened a bit.

“Sure. Hi Juice.”

He was wearing a shaded, blood-red t-shirt under the vest. It vas very form-fitting. Had you not been there on business, you might have stared. As it were, you just glanced. Couldn’t help it, really.

He smiled in a way that told you he’d noticed. “Hi.” You could feel your face heating up.

Gemma powered on.

“The plants that need repotting are in the bathroom. I’ll have the boys carry them back to their places later. Juice will show you where the potting mix is.”

You nodded. “All right.”

“You can call me if you need anything, and come by the shop when you’re done to get your paycheck. Juice can show you.”

You nodded again.

“That should be all. I’m off. See you later. And be good, kids.” There was a hint of something in Gemma’s eyes that made you wonder if the whole thing wasn’t entirely planned. You decided that if it was, you didn’t entirely mind. Spending time with the hot biker guy wasn’t much of a disappointment for an otherwise chilly Saturday.

There was a moment of awkward silence after Gemma stormed off, before Juice (Juice, really) spoke.

“So, where do you want to start?”

You glanced around, a bit lost.

“How about you show me the plants first?”

***

You let Juice drive you to the garage – or shop, as Gemma had called it. It really was your car, but you didn’t really mind sitting on the passenger seat for a change.

Gemma smiled when you entered the office. “Hi sweetheart. Did you get everything done?”

“Yeah, everything’s good. The Monstera was a bit of a pickle. Juice’s arm strength came in handy with that one.”

“I thought it might. Did he behave himself?”

“Yeah, we had a blast. He’s a sweetheart.” The fond smile on your face was perhaps a bit more telling than you’d planned, but you were past caring. He really had been such a sweetheart. And funny. And so attractive. Gosh.

Gemma seemed pleased.

“He is. Here’s your fee.”

The stack of bills made your eyes involuntarily widen. “Thanks.”

Gemma smirked. “I said it’d be worth your while.”

“You weren’t kidding.”

Gemma’s face took a sort of calculating expression, eyes flickering between yours.

“Listen, there’s a small party tonight at the club, nothing fancy. Why don’t you stay for a while?”

That surprised you. You didn’t know much about bike clubs, but you did have a guess as to what party meant around here. The name of the club and the general atmosphere at the shop gave some more hints. Not that you were new to partying yourself, but these days you generally preferred near-empty pubs and quiet wine nights with a few close friends. Generally. You decided to act on a whim again.

“Sure, what the hell. Tomorrow’s an off-day anyway.”

Gemma flashed you an approving smile.

“Good. Go ahead, then, sweetheart. I’ll be done here in a minute.”

Juice was leaning against the edge of the metal fences outside the office where a couple of bikes were parked, so you walked over. He smiled brightly as you approached, waking up the butterflies all over again. You responded in kind, digging at your jacket pockets to get your pack of cigarettes out, offering him one.

“Gemma invited me to the party you’re having tonight.”

His bright smile turned blinding, and you wanted to groan at just how beautiful he looked. It was really so very unfair.

“Yeah? You staying?”

“I thought I might. It’s been a while since I actually partied, so you might need to keep an eye out for me,” you joked. The wink he gave you in response brought heat to your cheeks, but your smile only widened.

“Will do.”

The boom of approaching motorcycles interrupted your little moment, which was a relief, as you in fact had no idea what to say next. You didn’t mind silences in the slightest, but something about having spent the whole day flirting with each other while simultaneously working on a task together now seemed to put a lot of expectations on you. You watched curiously as the bikes came closer and the group of men performed a sort of parking choreography.

“Do you, like, train for the parking to make it so, I don’t know, orderly?”

Juice snorted.

“Nah. Half the point of prospecting is to learn by watching.”

You gave him a side-eyed mock-frown. “I’m going to ignore that for the sake of the mental image I already bonded with.”

Juice laughed that beautiful laughter of his, and your butterflies fluttered.

“Fine, fine, we hold parking practices every weekend before attending the Sunday mass.”

“Thank you,” you beamed, patting him on the arm. If your fingers lingered on the warm skin, he didn’t seem to mind.

Three of the bikers immediately came over – one young and blonde, another a bit older with greying hair and a scar, and one with curly brown hair and wild eyes. The scar-faced man bellowed from a few steps away.

“Juice! Is this the wench you and Gemma won’t shut up about?”

The fleeting look of panic on Juice’s face gave you all the confidence you hadn’t been missing in the first place.

“A wench? Couldn’t possibly, I’m a proper lass myself.”

The man laughed, and padded Juice on the back. The blond, younger man smirked.

“Don’t mind Chibs, darlin’. I’m Jax. Thanks for mom’s birthday plant.” The wink he gave you was the kind that only a man who knows he’s attractive all the time gives. He did pull it off, of course. You winked back.

“Oh, my pleasure entirely.”

The man called Chibs continued. “So, lassie, what are you here for? Corrupting our innocent baby boy?”

The third man butted in before you had a chance to respond. “There ain’t much left to be damaged in that slightly retarded child of ours, Chibs.” Jax and Chibs grinned in agreement.

You had no idea what inspired it, but as a result you gave Juice your most obscenely thirsty look. “Yeah?”

The look paid off, in a sense. On one hand, the gang of bikers roared. On the other, the mildly surprised, quite pleased, and very steamy look Juice responded with left you actually obscenely thirsty.

“Remind me again to watch your drinking tonight, you proper lass.” The tone of his voice was so sinful it was a miracle you didn’t melt in the spot.

“Oh, I think you’ve got it.” And if your voice was a bit breathier than you’d intended, no-one accused you of it.

Chibs patted Juice on the back again, chuckling before turning towards the garage. “I’m not going to watch you two eye-fuck each other without a proper drink in my hand.”

***

You’d snuck out for a cigarette break, to get a momentary respite from the hot, smoky air and the noisy crowd of the club house. A couple of beers in your system, you were feeling the effects of the alcohol in a nice, buzzing way. Not in the accidental mouth-wont-form-the-good-words way that sometimes happened at the end of a really good wine heart-to-heart with your friends, nor in the unpleasant shit-how-the-fuck-did-this-happen way that always waited at the end of a night out with the very same friends. No, it was the might-even-dance-tonight kind of buzz that left you staring at Juice a bit too long at every possible instance. But you’d noticed him doing it too, and neither of you seemed too embarrassed about it.

Unfortunately, the obvious attraction between you two had only fueled the teasing you two were receiving. “The boys”, as Gemma called them, appeared positively enraptured by your knee-jerk reaction to substitute embarrassment with full-on flirtation, and the non-plan had backfired spectacularly. Not only did "the boys" try and get it out of you as often as possible, but Juice always responded to it in ways that had left you with a permanent heat in your abdomen. It also made you a bit self-conscious. You wondered how awkward it would be if you were to find yourself alone with him.

You were leaning against the concrete wall, halfway through your first cigarette when Juice appeared behind the corner with two beer bottles in his hand. You took a step out of the wall, standing on your feet.

“As the official gatekeeper of your alcohol consumption, I’ve brought you more beer.” The smirk on his face was tender and agonizingly handsome. You smiled.

“How chivalrous.”

You drank your beers in silence, and thankfully, it wasn’t all that awkward.

After a while, Juice spoke up. “We didn’t scare you off, did we?”

“Oh, no. I’m just enjoying the lack of gatekeeping on my nicotine intake.”

He laughed softly, and you smiled. His expression turned thoughtful.

“You’re very beautiful when you smile.”

It came out of nowhere and was entirely honest. And very soft. You couldn’t take it. You stubbed out your cigarette, twisting the butt with your shoe before scrunching up you forehead in false mischief. “Are you teasing me?”

“Maybe.” The matter-of-fact in his tone as he placed his empty beer bottle on a nearby trash can should not have been a turn on, but you’d lost control of your reactions a while ago. Months, really. So you put on your brightest smile before finishing your own drink.

Juice took a step towards you, and was suddenly very much in your space. “Or maybe I’m not.”

The quickening of your heartbeat made your smile falter a bit and your lung-function fail.

“Maybe I don’t mind either way.” Your voice was very quiet, barely above a whisper. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears.

His eyes were glued to yours as he took another step, so close now that he was almost touching you. “Yeah?”

His breath did actually touch you, and it sent shivers down your entire body. Your eyes blinked rapidly, gaze falling on his lips for a moment before travelling back to his eyes.

“Yeah,” you breathed out.

You really should have been able to predict that kissing him would be nothing like you’d imagined, because everything else about him already had been. As it stood however, you were not prepared at all. Not for the way his lips ghosted on yours for the shortest eternity, nor the way his hands took hold of your hips. Afterwards you’d tell your friends that if Juice had prolonged the pre-kiss moment any longer, your brain would have run out of oxygen. You weren’t entirely sure you hadn’t in fact become braindead anyway.

But he didn’t prolong it that much, and when his lips did touch yours, your lungs and heart regained function again.

His mouth was soft and commanding, and you gave him back everything. It was marvelous. Encouraged by your willingness, he deepened the kiss almost instantly, holding you tight against him. As your hands moved to pull him even closer, one of his made its way to your neck, cupping the side of your face. The involuntary gasp that you let out made him pull you in even tighter, one hand grasping at your waist while the other tangled in your hair.

The way he suddenly thrust you both against the concrete wall made you gasp again, and your hands slipped underneath his t-shirt. You’d thought about doing it all day, having seen the shirt rise up a bit a few times at Gemma’s. But witnessing a v-line, however impressive, had nothing on actually touching the soft skin on Juice’s back, let alone feeling him react to it, all heavy breathing and demanding and hard. It was intoxicating.

Having found your exploits under his shirt as clearance to do just that himself, his hand on your waist was quick to push your shirt up. You’d thought the rings would be strikingly cold against your skin – why, really, as you had in fact studied enough physics to know about thermal conduction? – but in reality, they were spectacularly outweighed by the shivers Juice’s fingertips were sending out on their travels across your sides and stomach.

Then he pressed you even harder against the wall, and you couldn’t hold in a proper moan. Had your legs been in a more accommodating position, you absolutely would have curled them around his waist.

In other words, it was perfect.

“Do you,” Juice grunted after a while, before apparently thinking better of it and diving back to your lips.

“Maybe,” he tried again a moment later. This time it was your lips on his that cut him off. Kissing him was just so lovely.

After yet another few intense moments of making out, he tried once more. This time establishing a bit more space between your faces, he looked at you with a sort of seriousness that spoke of uncertainty. “Wanna have dinner sometime?”

You blinked at him, almost confused for a second before smiling. “Oh, right. Yes.”

He smiled, too and kissed you with a new kind of nuance that could only be described as happiness. Then he suddenly held back again, eyes sparkling. Too damn pretty for his own good. Or yours.

“Wait, what did you think I was asking?”

“Hmm.” You tried kissing your way out of it, but he didn’t relent, growing more amused by the second. You rolled your eyes at him. “I’m sure you can figure it out.”

The grin on his face must’ve lit up the whole state.

“A proper lass like you? How indecent.”

You grinned back at him.

“Perhaps I am a wench after all. Don’t tell Chibs.”

Juice laughed.

“Lucky me.”

And if you kissed him with even more hunger after that, he definitely didn't mind.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please let me know if you have any feelings about this whatsoever, I’d love to hear your thoughts! <3

[anotherexistingbeing]

Me thinking about Kito and Macaque's rocky emo dad and scary non-binary cub relationship. . .

Like, Spoilers for the reborn primordial but also this could be a concept post

So what I'm thinking is that after a few months of the lbd arc, Kito obviously meets the lbd hostess (that had to warm up to the blue cub cuz they were scary during the fight and shit with lbd)who I think everyone calls "Bai he?"

I'm thinking that Bai He would brag about how great Macaque is because she is reminded of him due to Kito sharing a similar appearance with the emo dad

Of course Kito listens to this child ramble about how Macaque is kind and always there for her and how he visits often

Now this is where the angst sets in because this little girl is getting everything from Macaque that Kito mostly never had before, The jealousy sets in but Kito is really good at masking it as they smile and nod to this girl's ramblings of Macaque

Kito knows better than to direct those emotions to someone who has no idea why those feelings surface, Instead you have the monkey dads (Mac and Wukong)and cub very distant from each other

You can sense the tense atmosphere when they're all in the same room, Ends up making everyone else nervous as Bai he is confused (pat pat her head lmao)

Obviously the dads wanna make up with the cub but are stuck on how to go about it, Mk tries helping the 3 out by having them all do something fun together as a family

Say going to areas where the noise wouldn't be as irritating to walking hot topic and non-binary menace, Going to parks or even traveling to far places via cloud or shadow portal

Mk basically trying to give group therapy and Sandy tries to help as well by having the simians pet the cats and drink tea, You can't go anywhere without Mac and Wukong getting into an argument that would turn into a fight

Kito dreading in the background with a panicking Mk trying to stop Kito from bailing on the trip, Imagine Mk hugging Kito from behind but being dragged across the floor as Kito keeps walking with ease lmao

Idk I might head cannon dump more later by reblogging this XP

[miyaniacs]

Emergency request I guess. My mom told me she doesn’t want me in her life & that I ruin everything. Really sad about it, but I know I don’t deserve this, so I’m taking a break from her. So maybe navigating the realization I have a toxic mom, and thinking that everything negative she’s said about me is true even though it’s not with Atsumu, Kuroo, Suna & Bokuto. Mentally exhausted and just want hugs a comfort.

Okay sooo hey! Uhm I’m glad that you at least came to the realization that this is NOT what you deserve and you are definitely better off without someone telling you that you’re not enough - it doesn’t matter if it’s a friend or a family member - you need to distance yourself from those who drag you down.

masterlist

HC : Comforting their S/O who’s got a toxic mother

Atsumu

Okay so as soon as you told him what your mum said he is raging

Like wtf is she doing?

Who is she to tell the love of his life that she isn’t enough or that she isn’t worth it?!

He‘s probably starting to rant about her while - without realizing it - telling your how amazing you are and how much he loves you and how perfect you are in his eyes and how you light up his world

During his first 5 words of said rant he will tell you that your mum is toxic and that you can borrow his mum if you need one

Making you laugh by saying that his mum will probably be happy to have a girl and not just chaotic twins

While ranting he’s also walking up and down the room while wildly gesturing with his hands

When he starts the : HOW AMAZING YOU ARE - part his eyes lit up

When he reaches the end of said part he’s kneeling in front of you ( who’s sitting on his bed ) taking your hands in his and looking in your eyes while saying:

“Baby, you are more than enough - she’s the one who doesn’t deserve such a beautiful child. Try to cut her out of your life - she will eventually see what she lost. I’ll stick by your side the whole time. And now tell me again what exactly she said so I can tell you 10 reasons why you’re perfect for each one she said.”

Will definitely put on horror movies so he can hold you closer and show you that he can protect you !!! 😤😤😤

Reality will be that he’s laying in your lap, facing your stomach screaming whenever he can hear a person scream in the movie

The night will end in cuddles and him being all soft and fluffy and holding you in his arms, tightly pressed against him, not letting you go for one second.

Bonus: during all his ranting he took your favorite hoodie of his and throw it on you saying : here wear it so you get some comfort until I calmed down

Bonus Bonus : yes. Osamu comes later the night and brings you all the leftover from his shop

Kuroo

Ayt so his first priority after you told him would be to comfort you

He’d treat you like his small kitten

Letting you crawl in his lap, arms wrapped around his waist, faced nuzzled in his chest

If you start to cry he’ll rock you back and forth babying you

He’d stoke your hair and after a few moments he’d start discussing this topic with you

Kuroo will be really carful with it tho

He doesn’t want you to get hurt even more

So he’ll lead you the way

So you’ll feel as if it was ALL your idea to decided your mum is toxic and that you should distance yourself from her

He’ll be so encouraging with all the decisions you make

Later on he’ll make sure to show you how much he loves you and that he’s always there for you

Also he’d be so helpful when you’re afraid how your life would be without you mum in it

But since he basically grew up with only his father and grandparents he’ll tell you that you can still grow up being amazing- not as amazing as him tho but still amazing

He will help you get on his level of ‘amazingness’ Tho ahahah

Also kuroo is practically a mom so - you already got an amazing caring, loving mom with him ( still call him the male version of mom tho 😏)

Definitely will order whatever your comfort food is

Also definitely will make a fool of himself to help you to focus on something else’s

Bonus : idk WHY but I feel like the night will end on a playground ??? And later on emergency room Bc he wanted to test this COOL thing out he read about in some sience magazine and ended up hitting his head - now YOU have to promise the doctor to wake kuroo up ever few minutes to see if he’s not unconscious 😔 well at least his plan worked? You’re now thinking of something elese?

Bonus Bonus : after the 6th time waking him up you stayed awake and played never have I ever with Bokuto on the phone

Bokuto

Okay he wouldn’t be as vocal about how much he dismisses what your mother says

Neither would he be really helpful considering spoken words

YET

You come to him, all sad & almost crying

Omg

Before you can open your mouth, he’s all over you

You’re wrapped up in his arms in a breathtaking hug

He’ll shower your face with kisses

Take you to the bed & cuddle you to the MAX

He’s wrapped around your body like a monkey

An hour later he finally asks if you wanna talk about it

After you told him he’s all emo

How could your own mother be so mean to you?

He states to cry so you start to cry to because?? How could you now

Now you’re both in each other’s arms, crying, occasionally telling each other how much you love them

He’s trying to list all the things he loves about you but you don’t really understand anything because he’s crying

YET something about how soft and plumb and perfect your ass is was understandable

Bokutos way of showing you love and appreciation is enough for you to realize what real love is

And that the ‘love’ your mother showed you isn’t real love and it’s not what you deserve

You deserve this- laying in the arms of a man who loves you with all his heart

Suna

Okiiii uhmmm well how should I put it

You tell him everything yeah?

While being on the phone with him right after you had this talk with your mom

And he will listen to all of it

ALLL OF IT

Being understanding af

After you finished tho

💥SASS EXPLOSION 💥

He’ll sass out your mom for 30 minutes straight

You’ll end up crying because he just can’t shut up about it

THEN you hear someone knocking at the front door and he’s like : open up

There he is

Mother uhm BOYFRIEND of the nation with a bag full of all the stuff you enjoy

Ice cream, chips, chocolate, a still hot pizza, cheese to make nachos, you crave it? He’s got it all packed up

Also brought this one fluffy blanket you always use when you’re at his

You’re now on your bedroom floor, wrapped up in said blanket, all the food in front of you

Happily munching & watching Disney movies- Rapunzel is on rn

“That’s your mom - I always knew she reminded me of someone.” He says pointing at the TV as soon as Rapunzels “mother” is shown

His main goal would be to get your mind off the things she said

All cuddled up in bed now, ready to fall asleep he makes sure to tell you how much he loves you

So you’ll be falling asleep to him listing all the things he loves about you

At his point 58 you sigh and drift off to the land of dreams

[ravenadottir]

how do you think the islanders high school prom nights went?

oh nooooo! don’t make me suffer thinking about proms!

ok, um, let’s see.

((edit: it became a bible, as per usual...))

bobby. i can imagine cupcake being nervous to ask a girl to go with him to prom, rehearsing his “promposal” several times in the mirror, and joking about something related to proms that would light up the mood. i picture him with a really cute and shy girl that had her eye on him during chemistry class. and yes, i think he used the chemistry hook to ask her to be his date. he probably did weird worm dances, got the stage for ‘paisley cuddle’ for a three songs, was elected ‘class clown’ and got a good night kiss in front of her house when dropping her off, afterwards.

carl. i don’t want to sound too mean, but if carl went to his prom, he didn’t go with someone. he was too awkward and didn’t pick up the courage to invite the girl of his dreams. he had the corsage bought, but deep down he knew he couldn’t ask her. i must add here, he had a close friend that ended up spending the party with him because they were that connected. carl didn’t have fun, didn’t find the meaning of friendship and danced with his friend. he was too worried about uni applications and his future, and couldn’t wait to run for the hills. his entire high school experience sucked, and his prom wasn’t different. maybe one liberating song that set him free was “gives you hell”, where he didn’t feel like holding back and really let all the weird alien moves out. after that, he left. for good. this is why i think when he tells the story to mc she’ll find a way to throw a prom just for him, with his friends from the villa, where he’ll be picked up in a limo and dance awkwardly, but freely, with true friends. 

chelsea. this girl had fun on her prom, had a really cute guy taking her, the most gorgeous corsage she put together herself and gave it to her date the day before, so he could bring it when picking her up. chelsea had a close group of friends in school and danced the night away. if i know my bra well i think she was in charge of the decor, and you can bet your ass she talked her way into making everything pink-toned. all the blush and millennial pink you can imagine, down to the punch and the tablecloths. she organized everything related to the decor while bonding with a different person in charge of the rest. i can only imagine she had tons of fun at the night of the prom, being taken there in a pink limo. if her date didn’t do it, she would do it for herself, don’t at me!

gary. gary went to this prom, but i don’t reckon he took a girl. at that point of his life he was still “villain” looking, like he said, and i don’t think he had enough confidence to ask someone to go with him. what i do believe is that dicky was there with him, with a six pack and a playlist on his car that would be “infinitely better than whatever those fucking nerds are playing in there, mate!”. they would go in but not stay too long. i don’t think gary was a class clown or a sportist, despite of him playing football early on. he must’ve left that aside while focusing on robotics, so he was pretty much invisible. at least i think he defined himself in those terms. but they would drive somewhere gary adores, like the mountain, to watch the shipyard, have the beers, the music from the car radio and just talk and make fun of the popular kids that listen to ed sheeran. they would stay up all night, making plans for the future, since gary has his forklift license and is more than ready to start working. “cheers, mate.” besides the usual arctic monkeys, i think the song that best illustrates his prom is “mr. brightside” by ‘the killers’. “you know you’re gonna have to come back later for the car right, rennell?” “yeah...” “i’ll come with, you pussy. no need to be so sad.” dicky completed, pouting and draping an arm on gary’s shoulder as they walked home, ties untied, jackets and shirts open.

henrik. this kid couldn’t wait to wear those suspenders, beige pants and white shirt. he definitely had matching boutonniere with the corsage he got for his date, and his hair down. because whenever he hits the dancefloor, he lets his locks down and everyone knows that means the party is about to start. it wasn’t difficult for him to invite the girl he likes and she didn’t even blink before saying ‘yes’. i think he drove there, his friends on the back, singing along to "heroes” a cover by ‘the wallflowers’. i see henrik laughing while spinning a girl in place, catching her, goofing around with his friends while having the time of their lives. he already knew what he wanted to be, and everything was planned out. he drove everyone home and had his first night out with the girl he took to the prom.

kassam. i think kassam did his best to follow the protocol and asked a girl to go with him, got her a cute corsage and planned out the limo bit with his close friends. but i think it truly hit him that everything was going down when he put his jacket on, at the store. he saw himself on the mirror and realized what prom was, to him. it wasn’t just a party he would probably get laid after. i think he partied extremely hard that night, took some stuff, lost control, danced like an absolute asshole and probably ruined the night for a couple of people. it wasn’t smooth or tranquil like he thought it could be, and i really think he regrets lots of things he did that night. except for one. he decided to be the life of the party in different ways.

lottie. her “year 12 formal” was probably the first time lottie had real fun in her high school experience. like priya said before, i think lottie had some control issues and that stops her from seeing the full picture. ending your school experience usually opens your eyes for bigger things, and that’s where i think she really enjoyed herself for a long time. of course she wore a black dress and black and white corsage, if any. probably the first time she dyed her hair, not only a couple of streaks. high heels and black lipstick but just as gorgeous as she is today. maybe not the same level of confidence as today, but she was on the right path, i’m guessing.

lucas. i wanted to say lucas was the prom king, but that didn’t happen. he definitely didn’t know what to do while having a girl linking arms with him. he always felt like an outcast because of his previous experiences in school. always moving away, never staying too long to truly bond with his peers. so prom wasn’t exactly a fun time for him. it was though, the moment he realized he could do anything he wanted, not only conform to what his dad expected from him. the moment he realized that was possible the punch tasted different, the music became more fun, the dance moves weren’t so rehearsed and awkward, and he could truly appreciate what that night represented. i do think lucas wasn’t as smooth as he is today, so you can expect very boring tuxedo+shoes+tie combo, and not a lot of jazz going on with his ride. the whole point of getting a limo is to share it with your friends, but if you’re there for only a few months, then i don’t think there’s a bond strong enough to make you sing along to songs while picking up a girl. truth is, school wasn’t the best time for lucas, and just like carl, i don’t believe his prom was either.

marisol. she had to conform to a dress even though she wanted to rock a suit. at that point marisol already knew damn well who she was, but she couldn’t come out yet. i don’t think she had a very open relationship with her parents, and had to hide it for a while. what i do think though is that she took a girl, and changed into a suit at the dance. her closest friends knew about it and supported her, helping her hide her secret until the time was right. but that didn’t happen that night. she gave her date her corsage, and danced the night away with all of them. i even think her first sexual experience with a girl happened that night. awkwardly but very fully loving experience.

noah. i really think noah had a long term girlfriend by the time he graduated from high school, and she was the lucky girl he took to prom as his date. he asked her in the most traditional way, getting to her by the lockers, after class, possibly proceeding to take her to the library, finding the aisle with his and hers favorite books, then asking her there. the whole shebang of corsage and tuxedo, but no fancy limo bit or big gestures. just what he could afford. his dad took them to the dance and they entered the room being greeted by his closest friends. i do think noah was somewhat popular among the boys, because of his swimming, and the girls because he was so sweet and caring, besides hot! definitely popular enough to get some votes for prom king, but not quite there. i also believe the night of the prom could’ve been the first time he had sex. i could be wrong, but in my head, teen noah would’ve waited for a night as such, knowing what it means to him and to his girlfriend. not a lot of dancing but a lot of talking and watching as his crazier friends would let go and pull off moves no one should.

priya. it wasn’t the most fun she had in her life, that’s for sure. she mentioned a couple of times about her life in school and how hard it was to fit in. i don’t think big things happened for her back then. she tried her best to conform and become friends with people but it wasn’t in her, and eventually, those friendships would crumble. she probably had a date, a boy who asked her, and a couple of close friends, but didn’t feel like that was the fantasy prom she pictured for herself. i can see her wearing something discreet, because the priya we know and love blossomed later in life. besides, it was 2007/2008. emo phases were ending, but the alternative hairstyles were still here. if she had one of those or not, it’s up for debate. but her family doesn’t seem the kind to forbid her from having a haircut of her choice, so… you know what that means for her fashion choices back then! she did have a good time after a while at the dance, but it took her too long to realize it only depended on her. i think she danced, but didn’t really let the beast out. “not the greatest party i’ve been to, and definitely not my hottest look. but i guess no one’s prom is perfect.”

[izukult]

Okok awesome! 🖤🖤 I do have a wide variety in my music taste but artists most in my rotation are definitely Tyler the creator, Doja cat (streets?? Pls on rpt 🤤) and Arctic Monkeys, (pls don’t feel restrained by these artists tho !) very much chill vibes and driving late at night if that makes sense asjfkdkka. Personality wise I’m pretty awkward and fairly antisocial, very much ->🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️😨 but once you get to know me I’m pretty loud and a little much tbh 🤭 like my laugh is genuinely TOO loud lmaooo, and I would very much appreciate it with Kageyama if that’s not too much to ask 😳👉🏼👈🏼 thank you again 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

hello my love. if i hadn’t known you, i wouldn’t have done this any kind of justice. BUT STRAP YOUR ASS IN WIFEY YOU KNOW WHAT IT BE. @chubbybunny111

you and kageyama.

oh god you and kageyama would scare the fuck out of me as a couple. have you seen those memes like boy who doesn’t talk all too much 💖 girl who loud asf? you two. LMAOOO.

definitely you two make fun of each other. on the daily. but, he also grumbles little compliments to u all nervous like. i feel like he would very much like your hair?? like,, it’s so curly,, it’s so pretty,,,, do a fella a favor and let him play with it, yeah?

i’m just imaging you in your straight clothes from high school and him in a disgusting unwashed sweaty ass volleyball uniform😻😻 IM SORRY OK ANYWAY

you two share earbuds all the time. just sittin next to each other in moderate silence with tunes playing.

he is so bad at texting LMAOOO. you’d send an ironic emoji and he’s done for? he just stares at it. blankly. void of any emotion other than confusion.

“i’m sorry did you just send ‘🤕’ after telling me you love me?”

“hey, you’re crying. why are you using 😋 right now?”

i’m sorry for making fun of him but also i’m NOT THATS SO FUNNY.

now, don’t take what i said earlier wrong, he’s not just like oh yes quiet around you (that’s not his personality people need to be better🙄), but when you two are in public he’s not like really affectionate? unless he’s jealous because he is (infact) an insecure bitch, but whenever that happens it feels forced and awkward figure that out kags.

we see the way he acts with hinata like? if he’s comfortable with you he’s going to be loud as fuck there’s no denying it. yall get told to shut up like on the daily?

shares his milk with you😁 not his food tho

LMAOFJAOFJS IM SORRY BUT HAVE YOU SEEN THAT MANS RELATIONSHIP WITH EATING? you ain’t getting between that babe

anyway here’s a fucking playlist for your hot ass i am literally in love with you. i really like this playlist tbh :)

1. sometimes (backwood); gigi- starting off with my favorite song at the moment. this isn’t really completely a deep meaning with the lyrics thing, because this song is pretty sad? i think it’s so vibey. it’s so good. it’s just a gentle, quiet night with the windows open and a full moon. however, like i said he’s insecure and has overthought while listening to this song.

2. breezeblocks; alt-J- mostly just a banger, indeed. you’re driving (i would not trust him behind the wheel? ever?), the lights are super pretty, he’s looking at you from the passenger seat ‘discretely’. he doesn’t want you to go, so those lyrics are accurate, but he’s also not a murderer dw😁 he couldnt

3. i wanna be yours; arctic monkeys- PHEW. OKAY. OKAY JESUS CHRSIT. no because you don’t understand yall are in LOVE? like in LOVE. he probably kisses you for the first time while this shit playing. he also, by default, blushes EVERY TIME THIS SONG COMES ON. such a lil bitch baby🙄

4. sucker; jonas brothers- stop before you say anything this song is unironically so good. i? could imagine you like? terribly dancing to this i dunno. i feel like if you got tobio in the right mood he would jam to some music w you‼️

5. EARFQUAKE; tyler, the creator- i think kageyama was like the kind of guy who mentally was constantly like “i want a gIRLFRIEND FUCK🤬🤬🤬”, but lile also once it happens? svary as fuck. have we not talked about how he does not really like himself much (thinking ab him practicing his smile rn poor baby). so yea, bad self confidence & in love with you. this song. PLUS, it’s a banger.

6. streets; doja cat- you at him lmao. do i have to say anything else?

7. ivy; frank ocean- he would put this song on a playlist for you and then not tell you about the song or the playlist and still get nervous about how youd react lmaooo. however, yknow in movies when like the guy looks at the girl and the music swells? that but with an emo volleyball player and frank ocean

8. redbone; childish gambino- very chill vibes and driving late at night energy. this song plays while yall lay on like ur couch or smth and you’re messing with the ends of his hair and he’s playing videos on his phone with one hand and like kind of awkwardly nervously trying to hold ur hand with the other and he just does the pinky thing thAT WE WERE TALKIN BOUT LMAOO

9. cocoa butter kisses; chance the rapper- i feel like if you were to smoke, this is the song you’d get high to. i don’t have much reason other than that? i can just see this playing in the background as you two exist together

10. my kind of woman; mac demarco- man, you’re really driving him mad🙄 BUT‼️ I THINK? ITS ALRIGHT WITH HIM😳. he’s absolutely whipped and he didn’t even know he had the ABILITY. i feel like you like to prove people wrong, so here’s another instance.

11. casual; doja cat- i know everyone hates getting played, but you feel like you would take a LOTTA precautions to avoid that, including the whole walls up deal. you’re super upfront about it? you’re not like secretly testing the waters, you’re like ‘if ur fucking w me gtfo of my face lol’ but clearly you wouldn’t talk to kags like that (however he’d hurriedly say he’s not a little too loud)

12. afraid; the neighbourhood- ABSOLUTE TOBIO ENERGY (also oikawa energy, i think its so cute that we are married and the mfs we choose to love r rivals). but anywho, absolute MAD tobio energy. yes he also takes out his insecurities with anger don’t actually like he’s not gonna have to work on that lmao

13. sex on fire; kings of leon- arguably one of the best songs to ever exist. he would be like ?!😳 the first time he heard it and youd probably like flick him LMAOFJAODJ this is just a good jam song for you two. he would definitely sing this song with you, don’t care don’t care

14. scary love; the neighbourhood- i’m beginning to think the neighbourhood just has kageyama energy? remind me to look into that later. either way, i’m putting extreme emphasis on this song. this song is completely how he feels. this song is IT. he watches in anticipation as he “shows you it cos it’s a good song”. please just be nice to him (while also bullying him😁)

15. when you were young; the killers- you’ve made out to this song i’m so sorry. MAYBE THATS JUST BECAUSE I THINK THIS WOULD BE THE PERFECTTTTJRJEJTI SONG. god. good fucking music. equal mix of good song and the lyrics hitting