#and god damn this thing is star studded

[monsieurenjlolras]

how am I just now finding out about the Documentary Now episode Original Cast Album: Co-Op. this was made for me.

[siconetribal]

Beyond the Bookshelves (8)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Friendly banter, overworking

Summary: You’re a Resource Management Specialist at S.H.I.E.L.D. normally referred to as “The Librarian”. You’ve been assigned the nightmarish task of digitizing all the physical resources currently owned by the agency, with a few new computers and one extra helper.

A/N:

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If you’re new to the story, please check out the master post for the rest of the chapters.

“You have it?” Loki raised a brow at this, pulling out his phone to see her full name and some extra information about her that Steve had stored on his phone. The sight of it only made his mood even more sour as he shoved the device back into the pocket it came from after saving it. “Quite a bit of information you have saved on here.”

“Yeah? It’s stuff I picked up on overtime.” The innocent, casual shrug of his shoulders held arrogance in the eyes of the God of Mischief. A smug punctuation of how the star-studded super soldier was able to freely come and go from the library and he was not.

“Oh? ‘Just stuff’ that you picked, huh? ‘Overtime’ you say? What kind of ‘just stuff’ did you save overtime?” Tony leaned in closer, a smug little smirk on his face with a twinkle of interest in his eyes.

“It’s not what you’re thinking, Tony. Y/N and I are just friends. Don’t go spreading unnecessary rumors. It’s nice to just have someone to talk to and not have to worry too much.” The stern tone in his voice earned a groaning sigh and eye roll from the impulsive scientist. “Also, dating in the workplace is unprofessional and would inevitably lead to complications.” 

Romantic involvements are always troublesome. Loki silently agreed, the tension in his shoulders slipping away as Steve made it clear that there was nothing going on between the two of them. The last thing I need is her feeding him misinformation or him spying for her to see what I’m saying or doing. I require access to the library, not an extended sentence. He reasoned with himself.

“Mr. Rules strikes again, don’t you know any other tricks? Or is justice and teacher’s pet your only ones? I don’t even know why I bother talking to you, give me her number. There’s something there, I know there is!” Loki sat up straight at the words that came out of the short Midgardian. His eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Share her contact with me.” The prince’s eye twitched at the demand. He could not fathom why all of them wanted her number now that it was clear that none of them actually had it. What good was there in having contact information for someone that would never be contacted.

Especially when his interests were more fickle than the tide, ever-changing from one stupid notion to the next.

“I’ll pass on that,” Steve rolled his eyes at the petulant child look that Tony gave him. Loki silently agreed with this decision. “But you’re more than welcomed to get it from yourself.”

No, he is not! What sort of denial is that?! You may as well have given him the damned number if you’re giving permission to get it! His jaw ached from how tightly it was clenched, his leg rapidly bouncing under the table. Thor noticed the changes in his younger brother’s demeanor, but said nothing. He figured the company of the others was the cause, and as the elder of the two, he thought it best that Loki grew accustomed to the presence of the other Avengers.

“Are you gatekeeping her number? Why not just give it to me?”

“Because, I want you to actually work for something. Plus, this is just you trying to get under my skin, and you’re not actually going to go after her to get her number, Tony, I know you. This is a shiny new toy that you’re going to forget about the moment something else comes along.”

“You do like to play with things and toss ‘em aside when you’re bored.” Clint agreed, sipping his drink as he nudged the empty tray forward. “You’re not actually going to call her anyway.”

“Et tu, Robin Hood?” Tony gasped in horror. “Is that what all of you think of me? That I’m someone so callous to just use a poor innocent maiden like Y/N and just throw her away like yesterday’s newspaper the next day? I am offended. I’ll show you, me and her, we’re going to be like this.” He entwined his index and middle finger of one hand before standing up from the table. “You’ll see, and you’ll all regret it!” He threw his nose into the air and left, the others amused by his dramatics as they continued to not take him seriously. The only person not amused was Loki. They all goaded the chatty Tin-Man into actually getting her number instead of leaving her alone, the exact opposite of what should have been done.

It’s horrible enough that Major Constellations over here frequents the place, and he’s friendly with her, now I’ll have to share my sanctuary with that aluminum can? I refuse to accept this! There has to be some logic I’m missing, unless this is all some ploy to ruin my peace and quiet. No, I can’t be, can it? They’re all trying to ruin what little solace I have here? He eyed the remainder of the group suspiciously. Thor is working with me on that infernal project that started this mess, I doubt he is tied to it. The straight-laced sergeant only comes when he needs to for missions. I don’t think I’ve seen the bird-man there. That leaves just that nuisance of an existence, but his focus is currently on troubling their leader. Perhaps that is all there is to it? If it truly is, then I have nothing to worry about, so long as I get to her first and convince her to not share her contact information. To do that, I need her to first lift this Stygian banishment!

“Well, I thank you for her number, you proved most helpful in this matter of miscommunication. I should start putting my efforts towards composing a proper response, so I take my leave.” Loki stood from the table and left without giving anyone a chance to pry anymore than they already had.

“Director Y/LN, looks like everything checks out here. The programs are all running and there hasn’t been any repetition of the errors we first faced.” The weary voice of her subordinate pulled Y/N’s attention from her laptop screen.

“About time,” Y/N pushed a chipper tone into her voice to mask the true exhaustion that had taken lodging inside her. Lacing her fingers together, she turned her palms outwards and stretched as she sighed. “I swear, technology isn’t as amazing as it’s cracked up to be…especially when it flops like this first thing.” She grumbled as she logged the successful trial and cleared this site as operational.

“When it acts up, I can’t agree more. When it’s working, I have no complaints.” Her subordinate’s soft chuckle could not mask the fatigue. “C’mon, it’s late, but we still have time to grab dinner. The rest of us are heading out to celebrate that we’re finally online!” The eager twinkle in those brown eyes made the offer more tempting, but Y/N had to decline. 

“You gotta join us, Chief!” Another chimed in, hearing her answer.

“Pretty please?” Came another plea.

“I really wish I could, but I’ve got a red-eye to catch. I need to finalize and submit the report before I’m off.” Y/N closed her laptop and pointed to the large clock on the wall.

“Damn, they’re really not giving you any wiggle room, huh?”

“That’s not fair at all! Other directors don’t go running around like they’re making you. This is abuse!”

“Let’s not get too hasty, I choose to handle certain things personally to make sure it’s done properly. It reduces the chances of unnecessary back-and-forth. Next time we can celebrate, I promise. Thanks for all your hard work, everyone. Let’s keep it up and get this project completed as soon as possible.” With a chorus of confirmations and cheers. Y/N packed her things and gave one last wave before leaving back to her hotel. 

She dropped back onto the awaiting mattress, heaving a heavy sigh as she finally let the fatigue show itself. For the last five weeks, Y/N flew between all the S.H.I.E.L.D. locations that had a library department to manage the setup and checks of the new system that was provided per location as promised. She had been formally trained on the software, but sat through the boring session with the staff each and every time it was given. There was no doubt in her mind that if she were to die now, her last words would probably be incoherent ramblings from the lecture. The only good news in all this was that she was finally done. This flight would bring her one step closer to her much-needed comfy bed in her small, cozy apartment.

Forcing herself up, she pulled out her laptop to edit her report one last time before sending it off and logging out for the remainder of the evening. She changed to something comfortable and made sure everything was packed away and ready to go before ordering room service.

At least they don’t cheap out on where I stay and pick up the tab entirely. She leaned back into the padded headboard that was attached to the wall. “Did I check in to my flight? Crap, I don’t think I did.” She muttered, feelings round the covers until she found her phone hidden away under a pillow. A good hour and a half was burned away through all her editing and rechecking the report. Her stomach growled in protest. Gently patting the disgruntled creature, she quickly checked in through the app and sighed with relief at the boarding pass notification on her status bar. It was then that she noticed the message notification that was sitting there unread, still. 

The corners of her lips tugged downwards into a frown. Y/N could have sworn that she read all of her messages. Opening the texting application, she noticed the unknown number had sent about 3 messages to her, the latest being from a couple of days ago. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the glowing screen, trying to recall anything. When nothing came to her, she gave in and opened the chat. Her jaw dropped as it all cam rushing back to her.

Oh shit, I’m in trouble now! She lightly and rapidly hit the heel of her left hand into her forehead several times. Way to go, Y/N, you completely ignored someone for almost three weeks now! “What do I do, what do I do?! Obviously, I need to reply, but how?!” She bit her lower lip, typing, reading, erasing, and retyping too many times to count before giving up at the knock at her door. Paying the server a tip, she sat at the table and began to eat. Clearly she needed food to get her brain in some semblance of working order as she reread the messages.

<Librarian, this is Loki, the second prince of Asgard. It has come to my attention that you have been working under a misunderstanding. Remove the banishment order.> It was the first text that came roughly three weeks ago.

<Librarian, this is not amusing. You placed a banishment order with no means for me to rectifying your misunderstanding by leaving the facility. Remove it at once.> This second text came four days after the first.

<Why do you not answer me, woman? I have repeatedly asked you to remove your misguided decision, and it has yet to be fixed.>  This text, which made her snort, came almost two weeks ago. <I know you have read my texts.> 

None of this is asking me anything, you’re demanding. She rolled her eyes.

<Perhaps my prior texts were not properly worded. As per the insistent pestering of my brother and the others, I am messaging you again. I did not intentionally ignore you the day you banished me from the library. I had just come from a lengthy training session and review/strategy meeting afterwards. The only thing I had done between then and arriving at the library was to refresh myself in my quarters to be more presentable in public. The ‘promise’ I made slipped my mind completely, but I had no control over that matter due to how long it took. You make ask your precious admiral if you wish to confirm my story, or you can request the data of that session to prove the time. With all that being said, I understand why you would be upset. I would greatly appreciate it if you would remove the order given to the system so that I may read peacefully in the library once more.> She was surprised to see such a lengthy text coming after all the short, demanding ones that came before it. What surprised her even more was the last text sent earlier today when she was fighting with the program errors. <Are you alright? You have not read my last text.><Sorry for replying so late, I was tied up with my work. Also, I accept your ‘apology’. By ‘admiral’, do you mean CAPTAIN America, Steve?> It took her a minute to realize who he was referring to, and she nearly fell out of her seat laughing at the mistake no one has ever made. At least not to her. <Why would I go ask him or check the records? I doubt you’re lying about a long session, I trust you. Sadly, you’ll have to wait until I’m back on site to cancel the order. I can only do those type of changes while on S.H.I.E.L.D. grounds and on their network. Good news is I’ll be back Monday, so just two more days!> She confidently sent her reply and finished the rest of her meal. Glancing at the clock, she sighed and called for the driver to come as she made her way to the lobby and checked out. Soon you’ll be home, Y/N, soon.

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[ntls-24722]

SO

Artastic's reblog with the pierced neck sails was truly inspirational because I've just decided to focus on body mods for Debu regions and their neck-sail piercing specialties. I'm realizing a lot of things that I've kept from Debu for their percieved (by me) tediousness and material cost are not half tedious or expensive as I thought, so... also expect Debu clothes soon (though, clothes are purely decorative and aren't around for actual cover)

Going off of the groups I named in this general makeup chart;

Coastal Debu have the benefit of being in reach of all sorts of shiny, pretty "bug" parts from their beach living. Shells, paddles, decorative mouthparts, along with dried fish parts and bones, it's all in their reach and by god do the coastal Debu use em, slapping those things right onto studs made of bone with the decorative side pointing outwards. Coastal Debu are not known for one specific reoccurring feature in their piercings, but the beach theme is very specific to them.

Valley Debu are mostly known for beads. Clay, bone, stone, "wood", glass (glass in particular, since they invented it!), into cubes, ovals, little squares, stars even - they love the damn things and they will put it anywhere and everywhere. In this case, the most popular style for piercings is on the string that hangs interwoven between their gauge. There's also little flags of cloth they hang on the string to denote families or in-groups within tribes.

Other than that, they hang pycnofibers and lines of scales from these strings as well.

Also, it was at this point where I finally changed how the sails are.

There's now 2 of them! They start way higher up on the neck (yellow area is base) so there's more surface area and they're better at their thermoregulative job

Badlands Debu are known for their art using a specific type of plant sap that they dry out in the sun to create a hard, amber-like resins. There's a lot of art they have where they pour it into casts or over certain things, and the most popular thing they like dipping in the resin for their neck piercings are the fluffy seedpods of a flower most similar to Earth's dandelions.

Badlands Debu also have a focus on body modifications making one look powerful, so there's scarification and mouth cutouts, which are painful but make the Debu be seen as hardcore or look very menacing. Or both! There actually is a specific mouth cutout that are reserved only for leaders where the entire cheek is cut for a wider gape of the mouth. Other Debu are required to have a little strip of skin connecting the top and bottom jaw.

Serendipolis! I used to think the debu from this society would be the only ones able to get piercings, and yet I stalled like crazy trying to think up body mods for them. HMM

Anyways. They're obviously known for metal, and along with rings, Debu are also known to have these tusk caps (think a horseshoe but for your teeth). But a special accessory of theirs is a stream of cloth on a string that connects to the lips to the back gauge on the sail. That damn thing gets caught on everything but I'll be damned if it doesn't look cool. They also use diver Cloe jawbones (now that they're in access to zebraelves) and bug heads/eyes (now that they're in access to the other bugs that Zebrapeople have domesticated.) There's also colorful shells they have from trading with coastal Debu.

Rinkalla used to have a nose ring but when she moved out of Serendipolis, she didn't want to stand out (since that was the point of her moving), so she took it out and now she has the valley beads as well.

[nothoughtsonlytrance]

DNP: DEFINE DANCING

This takes place during a Modern College AU. Dan has had feelings for Phil for a while but has been too nervous to tell him. Now that he's been dragged to a college party (against his own will), he gets his one chance to tell Phil how he feels. But will he carry through? Maybe a lesson in ballroom dancing will tell. Also, here are Dan and Phil's outfits!

Dan sighed and leaned against the railing of the balcony as he took another sip of his beer. Looking up at the star-studded sky, his mind raced with varying thoughts about the previous day, but they always circled back to one person: 

Philip Michael Lester. 

Ever since that one history lecture a month ago, Dan couldn’t keep his mind off of Phil. Dan remembered the scenario like it was yesterday. The lecture had just begun when Phil had bolted through the door, completely out of breath, and apologizing to the professor for being late. Phil made his way over and took a seat next to Dan, not knowing that Dan’s own heart was beating like a kick drum. 

As the lecture progressed, Dan couldn’t help but steal glances at Phil, captivated by his every movement as he took in the professor's words, admiring the way his ginger hair fell against his forehead and the way his cerulean eyes lit up in interest. When the class finally ended, Dan, with bated breath, gathered his courage and struck up a conversation with Phil. The two seemed to get along pretty easily, yet Dan still couldn’t look Phil in the face without blushing madly. 

With each passing day, Dan found himself looking forward to seeing Phil in class, their various conversations becoming the highlight of his day. The more they spent time together, the more Dan began to realize that what started as a simple infatuation for Phil had blossomed into more than a crush. It was deeper. A love that he never expected to find in his life. Even more, Dan was struggling to accept himself as a closeted gay man. He remembered being bullied for most of his childhood for that same reason. Thankfully over the years, things had changed, and society had become more accepting of the LGBTQ+ community, but Dan continued to keep this secret locked inside his heart. His parents knew he was gay, but very few people outside of his family knew that big secret. And now that he had an actual crush on Phil, his mind raced with a thousand “what ifs,” each one pulling him in a different direction. But deep down, as hard as it was to swallow, the truth was that he knew he couldn’t keep his feelings for Phil hidden forever. The thought of never knowing if Phil felt the same way for him was a burden too heavy to bear. 

His thoughts were then interrupted as he saw Phil walk towards the balcony with a small margarita in his hands. Dan’s palms began to sweat, and his heartbeat quickened. Oh god, oh god, oh god! Okay, stay calm! He thought to himself. Just don’t draw any attention to yourself, and everything will be fine. Dan continued to distract himself with another sip of beer, looking up at the stars above. Hopefully, he prayed, Phil would just leave and he wouldn’t have to worry about his increasing heart rate.  

“Stars look nice tonight, don’t they?”

Startled, Dan did a spit-take like it was straight out of a cartoon and let out a series of coughs. He put a hand to his chest to gather his bearings and took a deep breath. Unbeknownst to him, Phil turned his head towards him. “Woah, you okay?” He asked, giggling. “Must’ve gone down the wrong way, huh?” 

Oh, god, he noticed! Dan thought, his internal voice filled with straight-up anxiety. He wanted to run away, he WANTED to. But he knew that if he stayed silent, Phil was gonna think he was being rude, and he certainly didn’t want to be that way in front of his crush. Dan knew he had no other choice. He had to talk to him. 

Dan looked up and gulped as he saw Phil standing before him, wearing a loose red silk shirt that had some cleavage showing a bit of chest hair, and black dress pants. DAMN, he’s hot. Dan thought. Phil gazed at Dan with an inquisitive look on his face, waiting for a response. “U-uh yeah, I’m fine.” He chuckled nervously as he adjusted the collar of his jacket. “I guess I was caught off guard, is all.” Phil laughed as he took another sip of his margarita. “Yeah, sorry about that.” He apologized. “I just saw you on the balcony and wanted to talk with you. I didn’t even know you were gonna be here.”

Dan sighed. “I really didn’t want to, to be honest. My friends kinda made me go. Said I needed more, ‘social interaction.’” He said with finger quotes. Phil laughed. “Yeah, being social isn’t the easiest thing. I have trouble talking to others too. Thankfully, I’m a lot better at it than I was a few years ago. I literally had such bad phone anxiety that I had to get my mom to call the hairdressers to set up an appointment for me because I couldn’t do it myself. It was THAT bad!” The two men laughed at Phil’s statement. “I’m glad we have something in common then.” Dan stated, taking one last sip of his beer before throwing it in a small recycling bin. 

A few seconds of awkward silence stood before them. C’mon, make some small talk! Dan’s inner voice encouraged. He cleared his throat and spoke up. “So, how’s the semester been so far?” “It’s been fine,” Phil replied. “Other than the massive amount of homework. But I guess that’s what you get as a linguistics major.” He chuckled. “You’re not alone on that.” Added Dan. “Law school has had me up to my neck in homework. It’s literal hell if you ask me!”

As the music from inside the party room faded in the distance, the two college students continued to converse, talking about life at home, their favorite hobbies, and anything that came to mind. Slowly, Dan saw himself falling more and more in love with Phil. It took every fiber in his body not to grab Phil by the front of his shirt and kiss him passionately. He knew that if he did that, Phil would think he was coming on too strong. Or maybe he didn’t have the same feelings for him. It would only end up embarrassing Dan more. 

As Dan looked again at the sky, Phil stared at him with glimmering cerulean eyes, smiling with contempt and infatuation for the man who stood before him. He placed his margarita on a nearby table and held out his hand towards Dan.

“Care to dance?”

Dan’s eyes widened, and he jerked his head towards Phil, who continued to hold out his hand as he walked towards the center of the balcony, smiling warmly at Dan. Dan felt like his heart skipped two beats. He couldn’t believe it; no, this wasn’t real. His own crush, whom he had only known for a month, was asking him to dance! Not only that but he had never been asked to dance with anyone before in his life. The same “what if” scenarios began to plague his mind.   

He wanted to; his heart was telling him “YES,” but his mind held him back, and he continued to grip the balcony ledge tightly, so much so that his knuckles began turning white. Phil chuckled as he noticed Dan’s nervous expression. “Well, what do you say?” 

“I-I, um…” Dan stuttered as he nervously adjusted his jacket. “A-are you sure?”

Phil smiled sincerely. “Dan, I wouldn’t be standing in the middle of a balcony with my hand out if I didn’t.” 

Slowly and trepidatiously, Dan made his way to the center of the balcony. His hand shook violently as he reached out to accept Phil’s hand. Dan let out a silent gasp. Phil’s hands were soft and warm, unlike his own, which were probably dripping with sweat. Hopefully, Phil wouldn’t notice. 

All of a sudden, Phil caught Dan off guard and pulled him in, placing a hand on his hip while holding his other hand up. “Don’t worry, it’s just a simple waltz.” He reassured Dan in a soft voice that sent shivers down Dan’s spine. Phil squeezed Dan’s hand tightly and pulled him closer. Dan’s face turned bright red, and he swore Phil could hear his heartbeat pounding inside his chest. “Hey, relax your shoulders. You’re tense. Just take a deep breath, and I’ll lead you.” 

Dan swallowed the lump gathering in his throat as Phil led him in a waltz around the balcony. As the duo began to move together, Phil’s gentle guidance became a lifeline for Dan, easing his nerves with each step. There were a few times when Dan stumbled a bit, but Phil patiently encouraged him, his hands firm yet gentle to the touch as he led Dan through the waltz. 

With each turn, Dan felt himself become more and more relaxed in the rhythm of the dance. All those fears and worries that ran through his mind before suddenly faded away. As they twirled around underneath the glow of the moonlight, Dan felt his heart swell with a new feeling of joy and confidence. At that moment, he realized it wasn’t about being perfect, but about the connection he shared with Phil. The movement of their bodies in sync with the music spoke volumes without them having to utter a single word. Phil laughed as he gazed at Dan’s brown eyes, making the younger man blush. 

As the music drew to a close, Phil chuckled. Dan lifted an eyebrow in confusion. “What-whoah!” Phil caught Dan by surprise and dipped him. Dan shut his eyes and nearly fell to the ground, but Phil placed a firm hand around his waist, keeping him in place. Dan slowly opened his eyes, and his face turned as red as Phil’s shirt when he saw that Phil’s face was mere inches from his own. Dan’s forehead dripped with sweat, making his hair more curlier than it already was. 

Phil laughed and winked. “Haha, caught you off guard, didn’t I? Works every time.” 

Dan gulped. 

Phil leaned back up and loosened his grip on Dan. Dan stepped back and breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, what did you think?” Phil asked. “Uh, i-it was…great,” Dan replied, though it really was AMAZING, but he couldn’t tell Phil that. “Where did you learn to dance like that?”

“My mum enrolled me in ballroom dancing lessons when I was in secondary school. Looks like they paid off.” Phil chuckled. 

“Yeah, well, thanks for teaching me then. I never thought I’d actually get the hang of it.” Dan replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, which he wasn’t sure was sweating due to the intense dancing they just did or his own nerves. At this point, he didn't really care anymore. 

A few moments of silence stood between the two. The duo shifted their weight awkwardly from foot to foot, unsure of what to say next. Thankfully, Dan’s phone buzzed in his back pocket. He pulled it out to see it was a text from PJ.

PJ: Hey, me and Chris are gonna head back for the rest of the night. Care to join us? 

Dan sighed. Maybe this time, it was too late to tell Phil. He looked back up at the ginger-haired man. “Well, uh, I should probably get going. My friends said they were gonna head back to the dorms for the night.” He made his way towards the doors that led to the main party room. “And again,” he paused. “Thanks for the dance. I had a lot of fun.” 

The two men exchanged sincere smiles. “You’re welcome.” Phil replied gladly. 

Dan turned around and was about to step inside. “So, yeah, good night then…”

“Dan, wait!”

“Huh?” Dan spun around to see Phil standing in front of him, grabbing his hand. Phil spoke breathlessly. “One last thing before you leave. I wanna send you home with this.” 

“With what-mmph!”

Before Dan could form any words, Phil stepped forwards and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Dan’s heart skipped a beat or maybe it stopped altogether. 

Phil Lester, the man he admired for so long, was kissing him. 

Dan’s mind raced, trying to process the suddenness of Phil’s gesture, but all he could focus on was the warmth of Phil’s lips against his own, and the softness of Phil’s touch as he cupped his hand around Dan’s cheek. Dan closed his eyes, fully embracing the kiss, wrapping his arms around Phil's neck.

After a few seconds, the two pulled away for air. Dan’s cheeks flushed a bright pink and Phil’s lips curled into a dazed smile. “Woah…” Dan breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. “W-why did you….”

“I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me Dan.” Phil admitted, his fingers tangled in the latter’s curly hair. “And I want to let you know I feel the same way. I love you. And I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” His voice was barely audible over the pounding of Dan’s heart. 

Dan’s smile widened as he reached up to clasp Phil’s hand that was resting against his cheek. Tears brimmed the surface of his eyes. "I’m SO glad you did.” He murmured before leaning in to embrace Phil’s lips in a kiss of his own, this time more passionately. As the two stood there, covered in the warmth of each other's embrace, a smile crept across Dan’s lips.

He already knew the response to PJ’s text.

Thanks for reading this! Fun fact-the background song I made for the kiss scene was inspired by the song "I'm with you" from the video game Sonic Frontiers! (I'm a big Sonic fan lol) I also made a slight reference to the song "Hearts on Fire" from the Rocky IV movie by using the first four notes from the chorus. Hope you guys like it!

-nothoughtsonlytrance

[hetaologist]

APH America "Ethnography" and Headcanons (SFW)

The United States of America, Alfred F. Jones, Mr. Stars and Stripes, 'Merica, Pretty Boy, um... or just simply America.

Here is a list of data I have gathered from this country and oh boy, what an interesting specimen we have here....

Ethnography

You will find this find this mythological creature at your local Walmart superstore during the evening hours on a weekday, sporting flannel loungewear pants (The plaid kind), a cotton t-shirt that definitely has been worn no less than two (2) times, Old Navy $1 flip flops, and a gray jacket.

When asked about his late night runs to the popular supermarket chain, his answer is just simply:

"There's nothing else to do and no where to go."

America's Cart Inventory for March 22nd:

One (1) package of "Mega Stuf Chocolate Oreos" for $5.97, One (1) 6-Pack of "Starbucks Frappuccino Chilled Coffee Drinks" in Caramel Flavor for $7.98, One (1) Family Sized Bag of "Flaming Hot Cheetos" for $5.94, One (1) "Furby Interactive Toy" for $39.19, and One (1) Stick of " Axe Apollo Men's Deodorant Stick" for $4.97. Total of purchase was $64.05 before tax.

When questioned about the "Furby Interactive Toy", he replies:

"Yeah dude, there's this thing I wanna make that's called a "Long Furby". Wanna come by my place and check it out?"

I agreed to the invination as it would give me a better look into his living space and lifestyle. He's very friendly person.

Living Space (Home):

Oh dear god, why did I agree to come here?

House is a what you would expect from a typical American college student such as:

"Saturdays Are For The Boys" banner flag, Marvel and DC posters, a very unsettling looking blue leather couch that looks like it has been through hell and back, random dumbbells and untouched exercise equipment, every game console from the 1972 "The Magnavox Odyssey" to the PS5, action figures from various popular TV shows and comics, an old KFC bucket with half eaten chicken on the coffee table and a shelf with a huge vinyl record and CD collection.

Conclusion: What a fucking gross nerd.

America offers a cold can of Coca-Cola, I accept it.

He shows me a very long light blue "Long Furby" from his collection, further proving how much of a dork he was.

When asked what kind of music he liked (in regards to his music collection), he replies:

"That's hard to answer, it changes every week. Because of my diverse music, I pretty much like everything. One week I could be listening to 1980's classic rock, 2000's techno-pop, Bluegrass Country, 1990's Hip Hop or anything. But, if I had to give you this week's favorite artist, it would have to be Taylor Swift and Doja Cat."

"Interesting..." I replied.

I have recorded enough data for today (the smell was bothering me) and left his home to do further extensive research.

Headcanons:

America has a deep love for cars and trucks, he can be seen working on his vintage 1968 Dodge Charger R/T called 'Thunderbird' (an absolute speed demon that can reach at top speeds of muthafuckin' 156 mph), and his enormous 2019 Ford F-150 'Big John' that he loves to drive to world meetings because he is a total stud muffin showoff.

Oh yeah, he defiantly modded 'Big John' horns with airblasters. So when he parks his car and he sees other nations come out of their vehicles, he pounds on that horn and scares the living shit out of them.

He totally does 2 am donuts in the Thunderbird the front of Walmart parking lots with his brother Canada to freak him out.

Other than seeing him work on his cars while listening to "Waking Up in Vegas by Katy Perry" on the radio, he's in his room sorting out his action figure and comic book collection.

Damn, what what a geek.

He has an eBay account where he buys, trades and auctions his collection as his interests constantly change.

If you think him being a geek, dork and a nerd is gonna save him from getting a basic ass Stanley cup, you're wrong.

He has a navy blue one that he takes to meetings and he would get dirty looks from the other nations.

"Goddamn it America, you do not need that much coffee."

"Fuck you, you scone sucking twink. It's not coffee, it's the Panera Super Charged Lemonade mixed with Redbull."

"I beg your fucking pardon..."

He gave Canada a red one for his birthday that he also takes with him to meetings.

"Canada, mon ami~. That better not be that merde American drinks that makes your heart explode."

"No, it's Tim Hortons iced coffee."

"Well.. that's better than what America drinks..."

[troythings]

rating donna troy costumes part 3

oh god. what the fuck man. i have so many opinions about this damn costume. i should not have so many fkin opinions about this ONE costume. gahhhhhh.

it works for that specific version of donna and her origin. an aggressive, more conservative take on diana’s armor. the shoulderguards give off this cool militaristic silhouette, and the belt buckle kinda reinforces that by looking a bit like the one in a service uniform. also personally, the combination of the W logo coupled with the winged shoulderguards, call me crazy but that looks like donna’s belt logo got incorporated. that’s my crazy

it’s also fking impractical. like i think, besides the silver eagle armor its the most impractical armor on this list. the titans hunt#3 cover (left) fixes this by simplifying it and removing the cape. make the shoulderguards smaller and more ‘sculpted’ along the shoulders and it works. also get it a better palette.

i actually liked the composition of this costume when i first saw it, which is bc sonia oback did good job making a cohesive palette. front bodice and the harness buckles were red. side bodice, battleskirt and the upper side of the boots were brown. silver (crest, boot decorations) and gold (studs, shoulderguards belt buckle etc) were used appropriately. leggings and cape were black. there were flaws. but the color continuity worked.

so this starts to fall apart when the artists get inconsistent. finch doesn’t draw it as detailed as it was in the debut issue. the war torn arc had colorists with WILDLY different ideas on coloring the armor. the one in the middle (brad anderson) is all over the place. like holy god. there’s no organized palette or any contrast to diana’s. i also hate the way they colored that cape like. the fuck. why????

that arc did its thing and then new 52 donna popped up in titans hunt. for the most part it only looks good in the covers that yanick paquette drew for the series. like the skirt is simplified, the belt is simplified, we don’t have a cape in that cover and it actually looks redeemable. we also have a structured color palette again: silver makes up a majority of the metals there and maintains consistency, the bodice, boots and arm/sleeves/wraps/whatever are the same shade of red. skirt and armbands are same color. the black non-cape looking harness thing and the leggings match. in the comic it looks like hot garbage. that is all.

imo i think the paquette take on this costume should be the definitive version. it could be improved further by saturating the red further, giving donna actual bracelets, desaturating the gold and changing the red harness buckles to match the silver belt. darken the leggings to black and we’re good.

but like. the perception of this is heavily colored by that one arc. people see this costume and remember that this version of donna committed genocide. same way i hate the current one, just for being in the liberal virtue-signaling steve orlando storyline where unlawful combatant donna troy breaks international law and topples an entire country but its somehow ok because fAsCiSm. and like this costume has to be improved so much from canon. in canon it’s about as ugly as the first troia suit and only slightly more functional. so like. 0/10

so this one’s solid actually. it’s a pretty cool way to tie in the black/silver color scheme without referring back to the godfuckingawful titan seed origin. here you just have the plausible deniability that a) the red became black, b) yellow stars went white and c) gold obviously turned into silver. sort of like a, costume graduation thing. kinda. like it’s a more tactical and reinforced version of the wonder girl aesthetic which is cool. modern militarism with amazon elements. i like the belt but i wish it wasn’t mistaken for an A all the time. the W on the collar is AESTHETIC im sorry but the one good thing of rebirth was that they gave the choker to donna and not diana. but it’s actually p good!! wish we still had it 10/10

fucking 0/10 what were they trying to do here this is ugly this is needless whoever approved this should be court-martialed

ew. ew. ew ew ew ew ew ew ew. like. im sorry but. dc it’s going to take a lot more than aesthetics to invoke the previous continuity. double that when this donna’s first solo story was her committing americentric violations of international law, thanks steve orlando for putting your dumbass liberal escapism in here and now this costume is ruined forever.

also im pretty sure its not gonna get better with the jimenez thing coming up. and the fucking “donna has a father” origin (goddamn ANOTHER RETCON). so not only does this suffer from the same thing with new 52 donna buuuuuut.

dc. this exact costume was conceived in a fan edit from the 2010s. you didn’t even fucking try. 0/10

[cowboytarlos]

cowboy rewatches 911 lone star: season one episode 5: studs

- paul strickland the man that you are. (also is it embarrasing i know the woman he's having the fling with from lab rats).

- i love episode five, let those men get frisky!!!!

- "we used to call them losers" nancy keep calling dumb men losers, no ones stopping you

- carlos reyes 😼😼"incel" "toxic inside and out" say it as it is

- judd ryder go woo your wife! it hurts me when my babies fight "i have needs too, even if you aren't feeling up to it'

-p "it aint always about me" damn right, look at grace "you are the one thing in this world that i can't live without" i need to get myself a judd ryder

-i i need to see paul play mini golf. i'm hoping that in season five paul finds some love. he deserves some love. i wished things worked with josie, but that might be because i like the actress but again, paul deserves some love.

- a lot of boner jokes, which you've got to appricate

- owen getting a boner in a sushi restuarant

- "i guess he told you about me" 'yeah that you're straight, yeah i dont judge' GOD. think about that line often. i love that ending so much. them going dancing in a place that looks so unlike austin, them showing paul somewhere he can go and not feel like an outsider. they had so much fun its fun. one of my favourite moments of season one.

[full-of-mercy]

@geraniumgunman

Colossal skeletons rise and twist from the devastation, black-blasted even in the brilliance of daylight, like damned souls clawing for salvation denied.

Fist of an angry God, some tabloids called it.

Don't you know he was trying to save you? He loved you. He loved all of you, even if you damn well didn't deserve it--

No one cares, no one listens. Better to lay the blame on a scapegoat, particularly an infamous one, no matter how the tales of Vash the Stampede were fabricated to show him the worst of humanity, to drive him to desperation, to this reunion.

All roads led to JuLai.

The whole of the city sags, slid from its mesa precipices and drawn to the center of impossible gravity, a creaking hulk bowed beneath the weight of the profound, the profane.

Two weeks on, and the baleful violet still glows in the crater's depths. At night it is a nebula studded with hundreds of thousands of glimmers, star-like reflection and refraction on the remains of alien flora and human bodies. The shapes are so intertwined that they are impossible to discern, carbonized masses and atomized shadows on surviving slabs of concrete, all haloed in faceted crystals.

The last memories of a people lulled into complacency, part of a monstrous plan, etched in stardust. Pawns in a game they did not know they were playing. Not everyone was innocent in a world that makes demands of its survivors, but they did not deserve this.

It might be radioactive, the prickling feeling in temples and fingers and lungs.

It might be some sort of resonance, echo of an echo: sorrow and rage, a lingering presence like the crushing horror every time he set foot in Knives's sanctuary.

It might be guilt. Awareness.

Maybe it is all of those things.

Down, down. Nicholas picks his way down the rubble, walking in the molten-then-cooled obsidian glass shot through with phosphorescent veins, listening for anything at all beyond the arid creak and groan of nothingness.

Searching.

Who better than an Undertaker to answer the toll of the dead?

[andie-cake]

🖊

no oc specified so i'm going with All Of Them >:]

jasper's parents are fans of the monkees, and that rubbed off hard onto him. one of the first things jasper bought when the mckenzies struck gold from the rollerama was a bunch of old monkees albums from a local used record shop to surprise their parents. and also partially as a treat for himself.

mo is like, very distantly related to president howard goodman. mo's never met him (the guy has literally never been to hatchetfield), but they're cousins several-times removed. she found this out during his initial campaign (the family lore you find out while visiting your folks for thanksgiving, man), and took precisely 83 points of psychic damage when he got elected. yes, this is a reference to goodman's surname originally being "phillips", just like mo.

neffie's birthname given to her by her parents as a baby is fiona, with her full name being fiona elizabeth barrett. literally only nibbly knows this tidbit about her (technically all the lords in black do, but nibbly's the one with the reigns on neffie's family so he's the only one who cares).

nicolas' family on his father's side (the "chaput" side, i.e. the starry children side) is french, but his mother is Very Very Italian. his mom was the one who named him, and part of his effort to distance himself from his starry children past involved leaning more into his italian heritage. it didn't help That Much bc his mom is also very involved with church affairs (it came with the whole "marrying the descendant of a starry child" thing), but at least he's got a damn good minestrone recipe on standby.

i've mentioned before that lysander comes from a big family of performers and artists and entertainers. they have an uncle who's gotten multiple leading man roles on broadway, one of their cousins is a pretty famous stand-up comedian, they have a teenage niece who got onto america's got talent at only 15 years old. it's A Lot. the stavros' are not hatchetfield natives, most of the family lives in nyc or los angeles. lysander and their folks lived in new york until sandy turned 3, at which point they moved to hatchetfield. they thought it'd do their kid's ego and privacy a favor to live somewhere less star-studded. considering present day lysander is an egotistical jackass serving an all-seeing eldritch god, it's safe to say that plan didn't work out.

[autisticempathydaemon]

in a sky full of stars (I think I see you)

Chapter three: Le Poisson

tags: Lasko/OC, nb!empathy daemon OC who uses they/them pronouns, background Freelancer/Gavin, mentions of disordered eating and unhealthy relationship dynamics in later chapters

It’s the classic story of boy meets girl… except “girl” is more of a genderless being of pure empathy magic and “boy” is the sweet air elemental professor who literally doesn’t know they exist.

Also available to read on AO3

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“Gavin, I’ve told you, b-begged you even to warn me before you do that…!” Lasko whines, his voice trembling with a shocked fright Bee can taste from behind his chair, unpleasant and brackish on the tongue like saltwater and seafoam. Gavin laughs, his genuine laugh, not pitched low and smooth but loud and studded with unattractive snorts, and the feeling dissipates like water vapor. 

“In my defense, Lasko, we had plans to walk together after my classes,” the incubus says, and Bee is endlessly charmed as they listen to the airhead elemental rifle through the papers on his desk to dig for the little clock he always forgets he has. 

“Oh god, is it time for dinner already!? ” Lasko swivels in his chair to look through the window behind him, and the empathy daemon crouched on the floor basks in the gorgeous view of Lasko’s face bathed in radiant sunsetting light. They’d lose themself in the sight if not for Gavin grinning in knowing mischief at them behind Lasko’s back. 

“Afraid so. Finish up here soon and then we’ll go?” Caught red-handed and redder-cheeked, Bee takes their seat on the windowsill and tries to avoid eye contact with Gavin who keeps that Cheshire cat smile on his handsome face. Lasko flusters as he gathers his things, sure that look is meant for him and emanating rose-flavored shyness under the scrutiny, and both magical creatures savor it until he sets his briefcase by the door. 

“I’m probably the last one in, so I’ve got to make sure everything’s locked and shut off for the night. Can you wait here for a bit?” The demon waves the professor off with a cool, lazy flick of the wrist and noncommittal hum. Lasko squints suspiciously but closes the door behind him, and the incubus is up and sitting on the desk in front of the empathy daemon as soon as it clicks shut. 

“Fancy seeing you here. Come here often?” Gavin says with a sly smirk and quirk of the brow, and Bee rolls their eyes affectionately before tackling their friend in a hug. The daemon may be shorter than their demon counterpart, but the green-horned creature nearly knocks him off his ass with their abundant Moore-fed energy. 

“What are you doing back in Dahlia so soon?” they say with a wide, beaming grin. “I just saw you here five years ago; I thought you would have moved along by now!” Gavin wraps his arms around them and squeezes, and they both laugh as their auras fizzle and hum like static upon contact. 

“I’ve got something keeping me here,” he says with a warm, fond smile, playfully flicking the apple-shaped baubles hanging off their horns. “What about you, busybee? Rare to see you sitting still without a protostar or something tasty nearby… or is that what Lasko is for?” Gavin’s smile widens into a grin, and a flush rises up the daemon’s cheeks as their feet rise off the ground in embarrassment. He coos mockingly until Bee swats his hand away with a playful attempt at venom. “Baby daemon’s first favored charge, I’ll tattle to Delphinus.”

“I am nearly twice your age, Gavin-” they say, repeating a decades old argument and glaring daggers with narrowed, electric green eyes. His own, a vibrant, stunning pink, are smug as he looks down at them. “-and there’s nothing to tattle about!”

“Mm, just wait till I tell him you’ve been buzzing around my charge, he’ll have words.” Bee loses their flush and color, hovering even higher off the ground in nervous trepidation under Gavin’s scrutiny. “I don’t see you for a few years, and you become a gods damned thief. Is this what you’re teaching our youth?”

“I am so sorry,” they begin to babble in such a Lasko Moore-ish fashion that Gavin has to bite his lip to stifle his laughter. “Del will have my horns for this and the Chorus will have my wings and Minara will have my tail- I thought I checked- Oh gods, is he your…?” Bee stops fidgeting and spinning midair to throw a nervous, scandalized glance his way, and Gavin finally shows mercy, chuckling and taking them by the elbow to put their feet back on the ground.

“I’m messing with you, honeybee. He’s not a charge, just a close friend.” he says sweetly, leaning in to pet down their hair that had gotten mussed in flight. “Intimately close,” he adds less sweetly, cackling when Bee gasps like a god-fearing Sunday school teacher.

“If you make me taste sex emotions, I swear to E’laetum-” Bee hisses, wrinkling their nose at the memory of cinnamon spice and fresh, rich game intermingled with ripe, liquored fruit. Somehow, though feelings had no scent, those sensations always seemed to be accompanied by an odor of salt, hops, and flesh that Bee never got used to. Even if they cannot taste it, the empathy daemon could sense Gavin’s impish glee from a mile away, can practically see his glamoured-invisible tail curl and sway. “I’m rifting home if that’s the kind of dinner you’re having.” 

“Don’t get into a tizzy, I’m just playing.” That same tail jabs them in the stomach, and Gavin laughs, poking their warm cheeks with purple-painted nails. “It’s going to be a normal, Elegian dinner with friends, pizza, and video games. You should come by.” They start to bounce on the ball of their feet at the sound of pizza, something Gavin knows they consider to be one of the human’s greatest inventions, but that pursed, suspicious expression stays on Bee’s face as they squint at him. 

“Will that one fire elemental be there?” they ask, and Gavin raises an eyebrow at them, leaning back to appraise the tense empathy daemon before him. 

“What, Damien ? Have you finally found a human you didn’t immediately take to? What did he do, waste food? Crush a spider? Murder anyone I should know about?” 

“He always tastes angry,” Bee grumbles, twisting their mouth unpleasantly at the sense memory. “Belligerent and combative and sour everytime we see him… and he scares Lasko when he comes in for his meetings.” The incubus coos at Bee’s sullen, protective pouting before wrapping an arm around them and squeezing with a playful jostle. 

“No need for the stinger; Lasko and Damien are thick as thieves now.” Gavin holds his tail aloft and only has to wait a moment for Bee to curl their own around it in the Aria equivalent of a pinky promise. “Why don’t you come on over and see? No one will mind a fly on the wall… or bee, as it were.” The empathy daemon rolls their eyes at the all-too-familiar pun before shaking their head. 

“I wouldn’t want to intrude on your fun,” they start to protest, untangling their tail and beginning to pull away from under Gavin’s grasp when he tugs them back in with a cheshire grin. 

“Caelum will be there,” the incubus coaxes, watching as his friend noticeably brightens in excitement at the mention of their favorite starchild. “He’s unveiled to the Freelancer we co-steward, but he’d probably love another empathy daemon to keep him company.” Before he says anymore, Bee is off the ground, vibrating with energy, and ready to rift. 

“Are you sure?” they ask, using delighted, stimming fingers to reach for and twist with his. “You won’t mind?” 

“Go on and buzz off, Spica,” Gavin says with a fond tone and a shove. “I know you want to hone in on the little guy’s aura, so I’ll see you in a bit.” Bee rifts off with nary another word, just a beaming smile and a wave, and Gavin is left alone in the office with the lingering smell of ozone and magic. When Lasko returns, the air elemental wonders for a moment why the incubus looks so uncharacteristically solemn and disquieted but writes it off as a trick of the sunset light when Gavin throws a familiar, flirtatious arm around his waist to usher him out the door.

[anoddreindeer]

Big Dreams, Little Town

It's a relatively quiet night, all things considered.

The night critters are drowned out by the piano coming from the saloon, the sounds of people chatting little impeded by the swinging half-doors. The moon hangs high overhead, high enough that folks who have to wake up with the sun are asleep and only the folks who didn't have to are still in the saloon enjoying themselves. The lights of the saloon cast a warm half-circle in front of it, but the moon overhead casts the rest of the sleepy little town in stark silver and deep shadows.

The relative stillness of the night is broken as a short, stocky man pushes his way out of the saloon doors, a youngster held by the scruff of the neck in each hand. These he throws unceremoniously out of the warm glow of the saloon's light and into the silver of the moon. They land awkwardly, each throwing up a puff of white caliche dust that settles on them slowly in the still air.

"And stay out til you grow a pair!"

The stocky man turns and returns to the warmth of the saloon, while the two youngsters - no longer boys but certainly not men, stuck in that in-between spot with bones that speak of strength and not enough meat to cover them yet - get up and brush themselves off. Well, one of them brushes himself off while the other, taller among the two, takes a half step back towards the inviting circle of warmth in front of the saloon door.

"You'll be sorry! You'll rue the day you threw John Blackwood out of your damn saloon and that's a damned promise!"

The shorter youngster snorts, having rid himself of most of the white caliche and resettled a hat upon his head that is at once too big and too glamorous, silver glinting on the hatband in the light of the moon in a fashion that painfully contrasts the jutting angles and knobby bones of the one underneath it.

"'Rue the day,' really John? Where'd you pick that one up?"

The taller youngster - John - brushes himself off distractedly as he begins to pace in front of the saloon, just out of range of its warm inviting glow - a panther held at bay by knowledge taller than any fence.

"Some preacher fella, going on about the evils of the world. You'd've heard him too if you hadn't a been trying to pay court on that girl with the red hair, Doug."

Doug grins as he tilts his head back, teeth catching the moonlight to flash at his taller companion.

"Emily Coiner! She was a real firebrand, too."

John snorted.

"And so was her daddy, when he tanned your hide for walkin' out with his little girl."

Doug's smile fades, and the silence that falls between the two of them is only punctuated by the piano from the saloon. The player is, once again, starting in on a fairly creditable rendition of Camptown Ladies.

"I tell you what, Doug, they really WILL rue the day. You and me, we'll find the right guys and we'll come back and wipe this stupid as hell town off the damn map."

"Oh we will, huh? Where? How? Why would a buncha guys listen to a couple beanpoles like us?"

John gestures emphatically, as if to wave away all the objections and other impediments to his plan.

"We ain't always gonna be beanpoles, Doug. And they'll follow us 'cause if they don't, I'll break 'em in half. But they'll want to follow us, 'cause we'll be the best damn gang in the territories an' ain't nobody gonna bring us down! We'll take what we want and if anyone tries to throw us out of a saloon again, we'll throw THEM out! Ain't nobody gonna cross Blackwood's gang."

"Oh, Blackwood's gang, huh? Why not Hale's gang?"

"Cuz I'm taller 'n you, and also Hale's a stupid name for a gang. Sounds like a Hail Mary and I ain't about to deal with a buncha god-botherin' idiots in the gang."

"Hale Mary? You take that back!"

Douglas Hale pounces on John Blackwood, and the two tussle as they ever have under the silver moon and star-studded black sky. Brothers, in word, bond, deed, and choice, and one day perhaps their dreams will come true. But, for tonight, they are boys making dreams and brothers all the same.

[fmhiphop]

Ti and Boosie Badazz Resolve Their Beef at a St. Louis Airport

T.I. and Boosie, two southern rap icons, recently came to blows online over a long-forgotten story. But it appears things have smoothed over. A Quick Meetup This past Sunday (Apr 9), Boosie and T.I ran into each other at St. Louis Lambert International Airport. A photo was taken of the pair and quickly spread across social media. Many fans expressed curiosity about the unheard conversation or suspected Boosie wasn’t too happy from his facial expression. https://twitter.com/mymixtapez/status/1645166840178524162 https://twitter.com/_probgb/status/1645253529504829440?s=46&t=05UBURGgp4Pl8V3OWpzCaQ https://twitter.com/fbgduggie/status/1645237383913172994?s=46&t=05UBURGgp4Pl8V3OWpzCaQ https://twitter.com/mike___1000/status/1645428515016265728?s=46&t=05UBURGgp4Pl8V3OWpzCaQ   The surprise meet-up follows the Legends Never Die Concert, in which both men performed together. In addition to this, Nelly, Twista, and Jeezy made an appearance at the star-studded event. Since the photo has gone viral, neither T.I or Boosie have made any comment. Boosie Speaks The argument initially started back in February when the 'Wipe Me Down' rapper called out T.I for admitting to throwing a gun charge on his deceased cousin to avoid jail time. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Vm9hxyGrII “With the T.I. situation, if he did that – you a fucking rat too,” Boosie said. “I don’t spare no muthafuckin’ body. Because if you doing anything wrong, you doing anything criminal and you cooperate with law enforcement to get you out of trouble – that means you’re cooperating. That means you’re a rat.” He continued to explain, “But I’ma tell you like this. When I saw that, I think, ‘T.I. fucking lying.’ I think he went up there and just got to fucking talking. You think something happen at 17, 18 years old … you gon’ hold that in all them damn time? All this damn time for 20 some years, you gon’ hold that in? And it finally came out?” T.I. Responds In the same interview, Boosie confirmed he’s canceling the joint album with T.I. The Louisiana artist has been a longtime advocate of the “no snitching” policy that has dominated rap culture for decades.  Later that month, the ATL star had an interview with Rich Trapper where he claimed his story was largely fabricated. The 42-year-old also clarified the story stemmed from “Humor, sarcasm, and satire”. “It came from a conversation that my partner and I was having, and that conversation was, ‘Hey bruh, if me and you catch a case together and I die before you, it’s mine.’” T.I explained. “He like, ‘Nah, I can’t do that.’ Yes, you can. It’s mine, why can’t you? I don’t understand it. He said, ‘Nah, I can’t do it. I can’t say nothing about anybody who do, but I can’t do it.'”   View this post on Instagram   A post shared by DJ Akademiks (@akademiks) If that isn’t enough, in addition to this T.I. posted a photo of court paperwork on his Instagram story to clear his name. The 2003 Fulton County case involved an “illegal stop, arrest, search and seizure and interrogation” causing all evidence to be thrown out. This supports T.I.'s story of embellishing the tale with his cousin since a confession would reflect in the court documents.   View this post on Instagram   A post shared by DJ Akademiks (@akademiks) To further drive the point home T.I hosted a “paperwork party” in Atlanta and publicly acknowledged an absent Boosie. “I just don’t like for a n-gga to God damn get fly then get shy, you hear me?” the 'Live Your Life' Rapper said. “My n-gga, I’m right here in the center, so come on if you got something to say about me, if you think it is what it ain’t. There’s one way to clear it up: pull on up, let me show you what you looking for.” By March, things seemed to have cooled down between the duo. In a TMZ interview, TI denied having any beef with Boosie and said the 'Slayed' rapper simply misspoke. Let's hope these two industry vets can keep things civil. Written by Dreema Carrington  Also, follow and like FMHipHop on YouTube, Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook!  Read the full article

[robinade]

Dracula (1992) continued

Wtf is even happening right now. Is Drac a werewolf-vampire?

There is so much polyester happening in this nightdress seduction scene it’s very distracting, but more importantly: Lucy confirmed as a monsterfucker

YES I WAS WAITING FOR YOUNG HOT GARY TO COME BACK

This was definitely written in the nineties. Stalking is definitely a romantic trope of that era

That is NOT an appropriate Doctor/patient relationship! 😨 Fire him, Lucy!

CARY ELWES?????????!!

Mina you useless bisexual you do NOT forgive Dracula’s creepy almost-assault just because he lets you pet his dog!

Anthony Hopkins!? Goddamn this film has a star-studded cast.

Oh shit that was Anthony as a priest in the beginning too, wasn’t it?? And the narrator....

“She’s manifesting bloodloss but I can’t find the cause” motherfucker did you check the giant BITE MARK on her NECK

Why do vampires always drip blood everywhere, they need it to LIVE you’d think they wouldn’t waste it

Mina: just fuck me up bro *slams back absinthe*

Ok the makeup artists could have done better. Winona’s got foundation caked on horribly in this scene and Gary has none wtf

Anthony Hopkins has a nice way of interacting with young women. Like, even when the acting has him up close and personal it never comes across as a sex thing but instead concerned and parental. (ETA: I take it all back why is this movie so UNRELENTINGLY HORNY)

Drac being sad and dumped, crying blood... that’s a big mood.

God forbid any woman to have any carnal desire of her own, clearly that means she’s a willing concubine of the devil! Fuck that slut-shaming bullshit! Let! Lucy! Fuck!

Also that headpiece is fucking hysterical.

Oceans of blood juxtaposing a wedding scene, that’s new!

That. That... does not appear to be church-appropriate kissing.

This movie is so damn horny. How is that not the first description anyone applies to it??

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[littlemessyjessi]

Filth, you say? 👀 Might I then raise you these theories in regards to the Bangtan boys: Yoongi and Jin are the best at giving head. Tongue technology and lips from the gods, can't beat it. Jin's more of the "everything is hot all over and he's eating you like you're ambrosia, feels like you're floating and why don't we do this all the time always??" type, whereas Yoongi is the "holyshitwhatthefuck, grabbing at the sheets, it's too much and not enough and oh-oh-OH" type. Jin is the one to call you princess and help you fall apart, and Yoongi is the one to call you 'kitty' or 'kitten' and edge you till you cry only to make you explode. Taehyung would stretch you open with his fingers until your head spins. I don't think I need to explain that one, but: long fingers and a master at picking up micro-signals. Knows exactly where all the proper androgynous zones are and finds them almost immediately. Boy needs to make sure you're ready to take him and is convinced it'll help with his breeding kink further activities later. And speaking of Tae, he and Namjoon are definitely the most, ahem, naturally well endowed. Tae's aware of it and a little smug, Namjoon is absolutely oblivious to how big it *actually* is. Like, he's aware that he's proportionate but he cannot wrap his head around how that means that he's *huge* to the layperson. But once he's aware, get ready for the "Shhh. I know, baby, I know. Just a little more." Yeeeeesh. Jimin, despite arguably being on the lower end of the size spectrum (which I say with love because HELLO, bias) is definitely the champion in terms of technique in the sack. Man is *versatile* and to get you to the moon and back in any position, unquestionably. Definitely one of those "if you haven't cum at least four times, I haven't done my job" types. Will praise and wants to BE praised until the end of time. 10/10 dirty talk that could have you finishing without even being touched. And Jungkook, sweet bunny, has the most stamina out of all of the boys for obvious reasons. Definitely can get you at least twice before sorting himself out once. Any position you have ever fantasized about is possible because he can hold or support anyone in *any* way. Standing? Against the wall? You quite literally upside down? Just say the word, he's got you.

Hoseok, meanwhile? That man will blindside you with how good and how thorough he is. That man can learn choreography in ten minutes; do you really think he won't have your body down to a science in no time flat? His hips were enchanted by an incubus and I will not be convinced otherwise. They'll be snapping into you until you see stars and then those freaking *hands* will get to work. You're going to need to stretch to keep up with him. *ahem* Anyway, I'll step off the soapbox now, haha. 💜

Deep breaths, deep breaths.

Well, i-

I mean, well, i...

Like oh got damn!

So first of all, with that Jin and Yoongi.

Like, you tryin to kill me?!

And then Taehyung on his bullshit?

And Joon with his naturally stud like self?

Like, boo, imma gonna die.

And jimin.... like my GAWD!

And Jungkookie?! Like, i-i-i.....!!!!!!

Thank you for that delicious meal!!!!

NOW.... let the mother of beasts feed you.

Let's start with Seokjin.

That mf likes choking? You have no idea. He will gag himself to the point of tears on the strap and then beg you to absolutely destroy him.

🖤

Yoongi? Oh he will bring you to tears alright. He will edge as the day as long.... and loves/hates when you strap him to a chair and edge him with a handjob from heaven until he is actually crying.

🧡

Hoseok may be a quick learner but take away his senses and he is putty in your hands. Gag him, put headphones on him, blind fold him, let the only thing he has be whatever physical touch you give him and the scent arousal in the air. He will fucking explode.

💚

Namjoon might be oblivious to his hotness but once he's aware of how hot you find him it's on. He went hesistate to spit in your mouth or have you lick the sweat from his body. Y'all get nasty.

💛

Jimin may be sweet but he's also switchy and I fully believe he'd be the one to go primal. He'd hunt you down like a lithe leopard in the jungle and pin you to the bed. I know he has the voice of an angel but you look up his growls and his morning voice. Even better .... satoori. Just saying.

💜

Taehyung

Let's touch on that breeding kink shall we? When I say pinned to the bed, I mean pinned to the bed. He is glued to you and cockwarming is definitely a thing with him.

🖤

Oh Kookie. Let me just put this simply. Feeder. Yes, yes and yes. And body worship. Both into giving and receiving. If you think for one second that you downing that entire pizza and laying there with the soft tum out in need of rubs isnt going to illicit a reaction from him? Biiiiish you got another thing coming. He'll be on you like a mosquito on a naked leg in Louisiana in June.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Has your mother fed you well, my darling?

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

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[fictionplumis]

I see your “Roche is secretly a half-elf” and raise you “Shrodingers Roche”. 

Half the things he does is just so Aen Seidhe that when it gets to the point where he’s forced to cooperate with the Socia’tael for the benefit of everyone, like we all want to happen, the elves are just like, “Okay, he has to have Elder Blood. Humans aren’t normally like that, especially humans like him, who revel in violence, murder, and bloodshed. I mean, he doesn’t know who his father is, so...” 

And then Roche turns around and says or does something that contradicts the theory completely and all the elves throw their hands up like, “Nope, he’s a dh’oine.”

-- Roche likes being up high places, both because there’s a tactical advantage but also because he just does. He’s a Blue Stripe, he knows how to climb a tree like a Squirrel, and yes, sometimes he will do it just to sit in the damn tree because at least there he has some peace and quiet sometimes and can observe the surrounding area better. 

-- He hates jumping through the branches chasing down some Socia’tael member who won’t do the decent thing and just let themselves be shot from the trees by a crossbow or come down themselves to get their asses handed to them in a proper fight. Fuck that. He will drag that elf from the tree by their ankle on sheer principal to kill them on the ground. You know, the only sensible place to fight. 

-- He’s really good with a bow. Ves is better than him with a crossbow and is quickly catching up to his skill with a regular bow, but for the moment he can still outshoot her if they’re both using traditional bows. His aim is also damn good with a crossbow for a human, Ves is just better. 

-- Hates using a bow. Just fucking hates it. Iorveth or someone will preach about the benefits a bow has over a crossbow and Roche will go, “Oh yes, well my opionion is,” then he flips the bird and leaves to go shoot shit with his crossbow. But of course he would rather use a sword, or a knife, or just straight up start fucking people up with his mace because who needs poise or grace when you can just bust their skull in with a mace? 

-- When he explained how the Blue Stripes were so hard to ambush without Roche figuring out their location seconds before the ambush, what he describes sounds oddly like he’s tuning into the feeling of the forest. He claims it’s a feeling, like the trees are holding their breath, like there’s a charge in the atmosphere, a drop of pressure on a beautiful sunny day before a bad storm. And what human can feel the natural world around them that strongly and not have a drop of Elder Blood there? 

--Then they watch him pass up five different medicinal herbs on his way to pick some poison mushrooms that aren’t deadly if cooked, but will cause mild stomach pains nonetheless. And Roche is like, “It’s fine, because it’s food that doesn’t kill anyone and doesn’t cut into our rations. Who cares about some mild abdominal cramping? Ves goes through that once a cycle and she’s fine. My unit never complained about them before besides the one person who died before we realized we needed to cook them, but no one liked him anyway.” 

-- He likes looking up at the stars, which Iorveth found particularly endearing. Of course, as a Commander and someone who travels a lot, Roche would need to know how to navigate by them, but laying on his back at night looking up at them twinkling overhead isn’t navigating, and Roche even knows some of the lore behind the constellations, even if the lore he knows is heavily changed to fit human beliefs when they had once been elven stories. 

-- Roche can identify the Guiding Star and knows that it’s part of a ladle, but he doesn’t get how it’s a ladle. He can’t see the ladle. He finds the star because he recognizes the pattern of the other stars around it but they don’t look like a fucking ladle. And he knows those three stars over there are the belt of a hunter but that does NOT look like a hunter with a bow. He cannot for the life of him understand how some people saw those dots in the sky and went, “Ah yes, that looks like an archneas.” Don’t try to show him and point it out star by star, don’t try to draw him a picture and explain it, he won’t get it. He doesn’t see it. He thinks people that do are a little touched in the head. 

-- His ears are sensitive. 

-- He claims that’s pretty normal for humans and they aren’t even slightly pointy.

-- When he wants to, he can move incredibly silent and blend in well with the forest despite being bright fucking blue. There is a kind of grace about him, too. All of those things are too well done for most skilled humans.

-- He’s big. He’s bulky. He has to try at being silent. Body hair. Also he would rather not fight with grace, he’d rather just wail on someone with his fists and taste blood in his mouth.

-- He rarely dreams, and when he does, they’re intense. 

-- All the dreams he has can easily be explained by PTSD. 

-- Roche does actually find peace in being in nature. When he’s alone. When he’s not looking over his shoulder for threats. And he’s very good at just being in the middle of the woods and doing things. It’s something he never admits to anyone because it just never really comes up. 

-- If given the choice between being in the middle of the woods, or in a city with a fucking bed and roof over his head, he’ll pick the bed ANY DAY. 

-- He’s actually a very clean person if given the choice. He likes baths, especially hot baths because they ease his aching muscles. And he prefers his clothing looking nice and neat, like he just stepped out of the Vizima palace. 

-- He doesn’t complain about going weeks covered in blood, sweat, dirt, shit, and gods only know what else. He’ll complain about having to scrub it off his clothes, though. 

-- He’s fucking TOUGH. For a human, he’s survived some extreme shit and kept on trucking. He can take a fall, he can take a hit, he can nearly be burned alive by a dragon and then buried under half a foot of rubble and get up and be pissed off that his uniform is scorched and he broke three ribs. Socia’tael have seen him take arrows and just keep coming. 

--  He aches a lot. Muscles, joints, especially his wrists from using a sword. All that jumping after the Socia’tael and fighting his way out of every situation has taken a real toll on his body. He often wears compression gloves under his studded ones to help with the pain. He claims that age is a factor because he’s not a young man anymore, but Elder Blood would staved that off for a bit longer. Time will tell on that one, whether is pain his lifestyle or age, and if he lives long enough for his age to give much of a hint.

-- And a random thing that screws up the whole idea he might have Elder Blood, this poor man can’t carry tune for shit. Can’t even hum on key. He’s fucking awful and so he just WON’T because his biggest weakness is doing something minorly embarrassing. 

So the question becomes, is Roche a half-elf, a weird human, or are humans just sometimes like that? Until they know for sure, all are equally likely and valid.

[lalaangeldust]

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [ 𝟑𝐤+ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ]

[ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ] : gross sticky icky fluff // friends to lovers troupe <3 // hanta is a huge dork, we all been knew this // hanta is also sickeningly sweet and affectionate // GOD, I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH

[ 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ] : on a clear night, you go out to stargaze on the dorm roof; nothing out of the norm for you but in the middle of admiring the stars, sero comes out to join with something big he needs to get off his chest.

[ 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 ] : you - blue // sero - orange

[ 𝗺𝘆𝗸𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ] : i'm totally not projecting my fantasies onto sero and i'm totally not a sucker for friends to lovers fics :| /s

Sitting on the cool concrete of the dorm roof, the night illuminated by nothing but the streetlights below you and the stars above as you lay in silence with your legs propped against the roof's ledge. You've always thought the best part of UA was how it was out of the way so the stars are clearer than they were back in the city. Although graduation is soon and end of year exams are menacingly looming over you, you couldn't resist the urge to come out and soak up the full moon's gorgeous light. Nights like these, alone on a clear night, soft music playing through your headphones, scanning the vast sky, connecting the dots as your eyes wander to make constellations of your own are arguably one of your most favorite things in life.

The only thing that could possibly make this better is... him.

Eyes trailing to the brightest star you can find and admiring how it sticks out from everything else in your vision, your mind uncontrollably wanders to Sero. How that star kinda reminds you of him...

Ugh! what a ridiculous thing to think! Damn him for always finding a way to worm into your thoughts. Your hands fly to your forehead with a smack, outwardly groaning as you drag your fingers down your face in an attempt to shake off your thoughts. You've been friends with him for nearly three years! You would think you'd be over your petty crush on him by now. You two are practically siblings with how you two are almost always attached at the hip, always causing trouble together, always there when the other needed it, always making you feel safe... It would be weird to have feelings for him... right..?

But before you could rationalize your emotions any further, a hand reaches for your headphones, lifting one side off your ear as you hear a soft voice murmur behind you, “The moon’s beautiful tonight, isn't it?”

You practically jump out of your skin, immediately shooting up to take a defensive position. Although you can’t make out the silhouette you’re now facing, the all too familiar laughter that comes from them is more than enough to give away who this false intruder could be and you sigh in relief.

“Sero! You scared me half to death!!” you exclaim, relaxing your shoulders at seeing his familiar frame emerge through the dim light.

Tall and lean with a smile that could nearly rival the sun, the boy chuckles at you. His long pitch black hair he's been growing out for the past year cascading down the sides of his face, just barely brushing past his shoulders framing his face in a way that makes his dashing features stand out even more. Sero approaches you wearing a loose muscle tank top with his hands tucked in ill fitting sweats and a pair of black stud earrings he stole from you in his ears.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Sero chuckled, "I didn't mean to scare you so bad, doll". You send him a deep glare through the darkness and he throws his hands up out of his pockets to either side of his head in defense.

"...Maybe you shouldn't sit out here with music blasting in your ears,” Sero snarks back, “I could’ve been a villain,” he continues mockingly, “Not to mention that horrible stance you took. I don't think you’d fair very well against a villain while sitting down,” he teases with a wide grin smeared on his face. You scoff and roll your eyes in response.

“Are you only here to tell me how much of a hazard I am? Or do you want anything else, tape face?” you grumble.

“Oh, you wound me!” Sero exclaims dramatically, “I was simply wondering what my lil’ muffin was up to,” he muses, the dimples on his cheeks becoming visible as his grin only stretches wider as he speaks.

“Oh god, muffin!?!? ew!” you groan, “What the hell, I thought we agreed on no more stupid pet names,” you say with a giggle while scrunching up your nose.

“I didn't think it was stupid,” Sero huffs as he plops himself down next to you and wrinkles his nose back at you, “Muffin is a valid nickname. You just have no taste,” he concludes with a short nod, still smiling like an idiot.

You just roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at him before tilting your head up to go back to looking at the stars. Sero chuckles softly, staring at you for a moment while admiring you as you look at the sky with a softened smile on his face.

“Why you up so late?” he inquired.

“I could ask you the same thing, Sero,” you reply while throwing your head back down to look at him.

“Mmm, well, I was sleeping but… I suddenly woke up and couldn't go back to sleep,” he grunts as he adjusts himself into a more comfortable sitting position next to you.

You hum in acknowledgment before you look back up to the stars in the sky and Sero is left to admire you once again. How your eyes glimmer with the stars as the full moon softly illuminates your frame is a breathtaking view he would never tire of. The look on your face when you gaze at the sky, the look of pure adoration and awe is a look he hopes, prays, dreams you’ll give him one day.

“What’re you thinking, hun?” he softly asks, hoping you’d give him just the slightest glimpse of what goes on in your head. You pause for a moment, taking in his question and wondering how to answer it.

“Just thinking. Thinking thoughts. Nothing notable or important, I can assure you. Just enjoying the clear night,” you say, swerving his question to avoid the real answer. him.

“Ah, that was a rather vague answer,” he jests, mildly disappointed that you didn't let him in and you only hum in response.

“What about you?” you ask, “What made you wanna come up here?”

“Oh, well..” he begins but is held back by a lump that suddenly lodges in his throat, not really wanting to fully admit why he came up here with you.

In reality he hadn't slept at all. He’s embarrassed to admit it but he couldn't stop thinking of you all night, all day in fact. You just about consume his every thought and tonight, no matter what he did, he just couldn’t shake the thought of being with you.

After being so close with you for years now, people often assume the two of you are dating but the idea is almost always dismissed by a shy laugh and an averted gaze... Sero would be lying if he ever said he didn't relish the idea of being in a romantic relationship with you but... You never seemed all that interested in the idea and Sero was too scared to push the idea you may like him even half as much as he likes you. Never going farther than light hearted flirting and banter, some may call him a coward maybe but to him? Being your friend was enough. Well, that was until Mina and Kiri gave him a harsh wake up call earlier that morning.

They were scolding him on how painfully obvious it is how both you and Sero are nearly head over heels for one another, how they've spent the past year pining for one another, yet the both of you have stayed so blind to the fact you have feelings for each other. Absolutely dumbfounded by this, he asks what he should do about it, about you, to which they immediately and overwhelmingly demand him to confess his feelings for you. That is the real reason he came to find you.

“When I was trying to go back to sleep, I thought about something someone said… about taking chances,” he spoke in a soft and thoughtful tone, “Taking that blind leap of faith into the unknown things we’re afraid of because... what’s the worst that can happen…?” he pauses, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly realizing how silly he probably sounds as he looks at you, “I dunno- sounds kinda dumb now that I say it out loud,” he says dismissively.

“No, no. I don't think it sounds dumb at all. I think it’s very insightful” you say, ushering him to continue by resting your head on your palm as you look at him intently to show your interest.

“Well, uh,” butterflies swarm to his chest as he tries to find the words to speak, finding it much harder to talk when he knows he has your full attention.

“Well, it led me to think about you 'cus I know that's something you talk about a lot as well… and I figured since it's a full moon tonight, you'd be up here,” he concludes. His gaze nervously shifting to his feet, averting his eyes from you to try and calm the fluttering nerves in his chest.

“I’m glad you did,” you hum, a low warmth growing in your chest from knowing he thought about you, “I enjoy your company,” you add thoughtfully. Though you probably just meant it in a friendly way, it didn’t change how much it meant to Sero to know you like having him around.

“I’m happy to hear that,” Sero chuckles nervously, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he slightly scooches closer to you. You take notice and you subtly tilt to the side, leaning in his direction not yet touching shoulders but leaving an opening to do so if he wanted.

“I uh- I also wanted to tell you something- In regards to what I was thinking about…” Sero mumbles nervously, hoping you didn’t catch what he said so he would have an excuse to not go through with his confession. Pretend like nothing happened and move on to just enjoy the simple friendship you two share.

“Oh?” You inquire, “What do you want to tell me? I’m all ears,” Sero fiddles with his thumbs, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before he speaks as you patiently wait for him.

"I- uh, I love you," he blurts, head swimming as he looks at you, eager and insatiably nervous to hear how you may respond, horrified you may not reciprocate his feelings and ultimately ruining what relationship you two did have.

"I love you too, Sero," you giggle.

Sero's heart drops, confidence dwindling as he assumes you thought he said "I love you" in the way you two always have. Just as friends. But he didn't. He meant it. He meant it in so many more ways he couldn't even begin to describe. He didn't expect you to reciprocate his feelings in the first place but that doesn't make him hurt any less.

"No, you don't understand," Sero sighs as he runs his hands through his long, thick hair, "I'm in love with you," You turn you head to him, Did he-? eyes widening at what Sero said, unsure if what you heard was a wishful hallucination or not. When you said "I love you" back, you genuinely meant it in the same way he does now. God, you've been in love with him for what seems like the first moment you two met but you would've never guessed Sero felt the same for you.

You sit in silence for a beat trying processes what Sero had just said to you. Your friend, your closest friend, is in love with you..? Something you've dreamt of becoming a reality. You start to get dizzy from the overwhelming euphoria and anxiety the realization simultaneously brings. You look at Sero, placing your hand on his to ground yourself as you look up at him, a warm smile spreading on your face.

"I love you too, Hanta," you say earnestly. Sero's heart leaps in his chest at your words. Not only did the person of his dreams reciprocate his feelings but they also addressed him by his first name?! He might as well be dreaming. Hearing his name fall off your lips like warm honey for the first time sends him flying through cloud nine.

"Y-you mean it??" Sero stutters, still unable to believe it. You give him a heartfelt smile as you squeeze his hand before standing up. You wordlessly walk around Sero and crouch behind him.

Utterly confused and growing increasingly flustered at your sudden close proximity, Sero opens his mouth to ask what you could possibly be doing but you shush him before he can say a word. Leaning against him, you ask permission to grab his hand and Hanta lets you guide his finger to the brightest star in the sky, hyperaware of every subtle shift, adjustment and breath you take behind him, clinging onto every passing moment.

"You see that star? The really really bright one right there and how it's brighter than the others?" you ask.

"Yeah... why.?" he questions, eager to hear what you have to say.

"Forgive me if this is too cheesy but it sorta reminds me of you," you say softly.

"Wh- I don't think a follow," Hanta replies and you give a short, breathy chuckle in response.

"Out of all the stars in the sky, you stick out to me to most. You're the brightest star," you murmur close to him, guiding his hand back down and you make your way to sit next to him. Hanta takes a moment to process what you said. Him? A star? He doesn't understand how you view him in such a way when there isn't much special about him in the first place... but he tries not to pay any mind to those thoughts as his eyes are glued to you sitting back down beside him.

"Pff, that was super cheesy," he snorts.

"Shut up, I'm trying my best," you grumble, "And... that's what I was really thinking about before you came," Hanta looks at you in awe, nothing but love and kindness filling his eyes as he gingerly grabs your hand, lifting it up level to his face.

"It's aright, doll, I was only teasing.. I think it's cute and~," he hums before placing a soft kiss on your knuckle, "I'm ok with cheesy," he concludes with a wink. Heat blooms on your cheeks at his action and you throw your head to the side, covering your mouth and cheek with your other hand in embarrassment. Hanta chuckles, just about ready to burst at how adorable you are and gets a sudden burst of confidence coursing through him from seeing your flustered form.

"Aw, don't get shy on me now, love," he coos, tugging your arm to usher you to look back at him. You look at him with a flustered scowl and Hanta isn't sure if you did it to intimidate him or what but all it did was make his heart scream for you more. His hand slides to your forearm and his other hand goes to grab your other arm, pulling it away from your face.

"Here, come here, baby," he murmurs, pulling your arms to guide you to his lap. You give little resistance as you follow Hanta's hands, shifting around to make yourself comfortable against him as you settle between his thighs. As soon as you got comfortable, Hanta's arms find their home around your waist, hugging you close and breathing you in. You sigh contently as your back rests against his strong chest, never feeling safer than you do right now in his arms.

"It's ok if I call you baby now, right..?" Hanta asks, not wanting to be too much at one time.

"Well, it would be if we were dating," you tease with a raised brow.

"Wha-?" Hanta looks at you confused for a moment before he realizes, "Oh! How could I forget," he chuckles softly, cupping your face in his large palm, guiding your face too look at him, his dark eyes practically engulfing you in his loving gaze.

"Would you care to be my partner..?" he purrs, voice dipping to a soft and low tone that sends goosebumps down your spine.

"W-well, when you put it like that how can I say no?" you mumble, not being able to help the heat rising up your neck, painting your cheeks pink once again from how small you feel under Hanta's enchanting gaze.

"So... is that a yes..?" Hanta inquires, hand still placed tenderly on our cheek. You nod your head against his palm, fingers caressing up and down his forearm as he holds you.

"Mhm, I would love nothing more," you reply in a soft and tender tone. Hanta melts at your words, feeling on top the world and like he can do anything. An uncontrollable smile erupts on his face, charming dimples ornamenting his cheeks as he hugs you tight to his body not wanting to ever let go.

You shuffle in his arms to turn yourself around in his lap. Now facing him, you tuck your face into the crook of Hanta's neck, wrapping your arms and legs snuggly around his torso. Hanta holds you equally as close, affectionately running his fingers up and down your back in complete bliss with you snuggling up to him.

"Can I kiss you..?" Hanta asks, voice just barely above a whisper. You lift your head up to look him in his deep eyes and you cup his face in your hand. Hanta leans into your touch, grabbing your hand on his face and guides it down just enough to plant a chaste kiss to the edge of your palm. You sigh and softly smile, nodding at the boy's question.

"Please kiss me," you murmur, leaning closer into his body. Hanta places his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you and a colliding your lips together. Though it was clumsy at first, you quickly adapt and your lips lock together like puzzle pieces. Tenderly, Hanta pulls away from you and rests his forehead against yours. The kiss you shared was short and sweet but still left the both of you breathless and yearning for more.

"May I kiss you again?" Hanta questions playfully and you giggle in response while nodding your head against him. He leans in, smiling against you as you mash lips with together, the both of you sighing into the other's mouth. This kiss a lot more confident than the last as Hanta takes the lead to explore every bit of you he can, taking note of every noise, movement and reaction you give. This time you pull away, surfacing for air from Hanta's intense hold on you.

"I can kiss you again, right?" Hanta asks again.

"How many more kisses do you want??" you giggle.

"That is a dangerous question to ask, my love," Hanta purrs into you, his breath ghosting your neck as he nuzzles his face underneath your jaw and lays a soft peck where his face lies, "I'd take all of them," he says, scanning your face for any discomfort but once he sees you're ok with him continuing, he lays another peck on your neck.

You laugh at the ticklish feeling, lacing your fingers through his dark hair as he continues showering you with short kisses.

"Let me know if I'm being too much, yeah?" kiss on your neck, "I don't wanna be too much," another kiss on the neck, "or overwhelm you," kiss on your jaw, "'cus that would be sad," kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"Hanta!" you squeal through giggles.

"I'm sorry, hun" kiss on your cheekbone, "I just can't resist," kiss on your cheek, "you have no idea," kiss on the chin, "just how long," kiss on the nose, "I've wanted," kiss on the eyelid "to do this," kiss on the brow, "And now," kiss on the temple, "I can't," kiss on the forehead, "Stop,"

Erupting with giggles, you desperately try to squirm away as Hanta continues to relentlessly shower you with kisses.

"No, no, no! Hanta!" you cry through your laughter, "No more!"

Giving you one last peck on the lips before pulling away, Hanta finally gives into your pleas and stops his assault of kisses. He presses his forehead against yours as you calm down from your laughing fit, pulling some giggles from Hanta as well because of your contagious laugh.

"I love you," you sigh once you've finally calmed down. Hanta hums in response, placing his hand on the back of your head, letting his fingers lace through your hair.

"I love you too," he says, heart feeling full and beaming with joy.

Forever and always~

𝒇𝒊𝒏 . ✩

[ lil easter egg of sorts for those of you who don't know~ in Japanese when you ask someone "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" or

『月が綺麗ですね』 // "tsuki ga kirei desu, ne?"

it's actually a very poetic way to confess your love to the person you're asking ]

[ I think it's literally so fucking cute 'cus i myself am deeply in love w/ the moon :) ]

[ if this were a thing in English and someone confessed to me this way, i would immediately demand for their hand in marriage >:| ]

[ god, japanese culture is so cool, i love it sm ]

ALSO- CAN WE NORMALISE ASKING SOMEONE OUT BY ASKING THEM TO BE YOUR PARTNER INSTEAD OF BF / GF????

"would you care to be my partner?" UHBIJNIJAHHHH LITERALLY SO ROMANTIC AND GENUINE HOLY SHIT- i'm making myself simp

RAAAHHHHHHH