#but i am bad at doing things without multitasking

[cel-aerion]

Torn between the desire to overthink the First Nights at Freddy's score, or overthink the headcanons that me and @littledeathlittleghost were coming up with yesterday.

[rmview]

accidentally sending a nude, SKZ.

featuring — stray kids members x gn!reader ( masterlist )

summary — what happens when the stray kids boys accidentally send you an inappropriate picture!

contents — crack, flirting, suggestive.

bang ⁺ chan

bang chan was known for being responsible and composed, but even the most reliable people had their moments. he had been working late, distractedly multitasking between responding to texts from the members, fans, and — most nerve-wracking of all — you.

you two had been flirting back and forth for weeks, and tonight was no different. your witty banter put him in a good mood, and before he knew it, he was sending a selfie from the gym, shirt drenched in sweat.

but in his rush, he didn’t notice that the picture he sent wasn’t the one he intended. instead of the gym selfie, it was an older picture—one of him just out of the shower, shirtless, with a towel slung dangerously low on his hips.

seconds later, he realized his mistake.

his heart stopped.

“oh my god,” he muttered, staring at his phone in horror as the “read” indicator popped up. his mind raced. should he delete the message? send a follow-up explanation? throw his phone into the nearest body of water?

before he could do anything, your reply came through.

...well, that’s not what i expected, but i’m not complaining.

his face turned a deep shade of red as he ran a hand through his hair, groaning in embarrassment.

“i am so sorry,” he quickly typed, his thumbs trembling as he sent the message. “that was not meant for you. i was trying to send a gym selfie. please ignore that. oh my god, i’m mortified.”

you replied almost immediately.

relax, chan. it’s not like i haven’t imagined you looking like that anyway. 😉

his jaw dropped. was this flirting? were you actually flirting back after he’d just humiliated himself?

“wait… really?” he replied, cautious yet intrigued.

really. but next time, make sure you send the right picture.

chan exhaled a laugh, shaking his head as he smiled at the screen. “noted,” he typed back, still mortified but secretly thrilled. maybe his mistake wasn’t such a disaster after all.

felix ⁺

felix was a bit of a perfectionist, especially when it came to interactions with you. he’d spent weeks carefully navigating the line between friendly and flirty, hoping to gauge your interest without coming on too strong.

so when he accidentally sent that picture, he nearly dropped his phone in panic.

he’d just finished a workout and taken a picture to check his progress — a mirror selfie of him shirtless, muscles taut, and a playful smirk on his face. he’d meant to send it to chan, but somehow, it ended up in your chat.

“no, no, no, no!” felix exclaimed, his freckles standing out against the sudden flush of his cheeks.

he stared at the screen in horror, the little “delivered” icon taunting him.

your reply came faster than he expected.

wow… nice progress, felix. 👀

he froze. were you teasing him? he wasn’t sure if he should laugh, apologize, or crawl under a rock. finally, he decided to address it head-on.

“i am so sorry!” he typed furiously. “that was not meant for you. please ignore it. i’m mortified.”

you replied with a laughing emoji.

it’s fine. honestly, i didn’t know you were this fit. guess i’ve been missing out.

felix’s heart skipped a beat. was that… interest?

“well… thanks, i guess?” he replied, still unsure how to handle the situation. “but seriously, i didn’t mean to send that. i’m usually more careful.”

well, i’m glad you weren’t this time.

felix smiled at your cheeky response despite himself. maybe his mistake wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

lee ⁺ know

lee know had always been careful about boundaries. he enjoyed teasing you and keeping things light, but he never pushed too far. that’s why, when he realized he’d sent the wrong picture, he felt a wave of panic unlike anything he’d experienced before.

the picture wasn’t obscene, but it was suggestive — a shirtless shot of him lounging in bed, his sweatpants hanging low, with a hint of his toned stomach on full display. he’d taken it to mess around with hyunjin but somehow sent it to you instead.

his phone buzzed immediately.

...well, this is a surprise.

lee know stared at your message, his ears turning red as he groaned, tossing his phone onto the couch. “i’m such an idiot,” he muttered, burying his face in his hands.

after a minute of debating whether to respond, he finally picked up his phone.

“that was not for you,” he typed, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. “sorry about that. just… forget you saw it.”

your reply came swiftly.

forget it? why would i? you look good, minho. 😏

his heart skipped a beat. “are you teasing me right now?” he replied, his confidence creeping back in.

maybe... or maybe i’m just being honest.

lee know smirked at the screen, his embarrassment fading. “well, if honesty is what we’re doing, then maybe i should admit that i don’t mind you seeing it.”

“good,” you replied. “because i didn’t mind seeing it either.”

for the first time that evening, lee know relaxed, realizing that his mistake might just have opened a door he hadn’t been brave enough to walk through himself.

hyun ⁺ jin

hyunjin had always been the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, and his interactions with you reflected that. he adored teasing you with his flirtatious comments and playful winks, but he never imagined crossing a line — until tonight.

he was sitting in his art room, surrounded by scattered sketches, when he decided to take a break. swept up in a moment of self-appreciation, he snapped a quick mirror selfie to show off his post-dance practice glow — shirtless, slightly tousled hair, and his sweatpants riding dangerously low. he sent it off to his group chat with the caption, “behold: the main character.”

or so he thought.

when he saw your name at the top of the chat instead, his heart plummeted.

“no, no, no…” he whispered, fumbling with his phone. his fingers hovered over the “unsend” button, but it was too late — your message popped up almost instantly.

well, that’s something i wasn’t expecting tonight. 👀

hyunjin’s face turned crimson, and he buried his head in his hands. his mind raced with what to say, every option feeling inadequate. finally, he mustered a response.

“its not what it looks like,” he typed, his embarrassment palpable even through the screen. “i meant to send it to the group chat. i’m so sorry, seriously.”

your reply came faster than he anticipated.

aw, don’t be embarrassed, hyunjin. you look… good. really good.

he froze, rereading your message. was this real? were you flirting back?

“wait… are you being serious right now?” he asked hesitantly.

completely serious. but if you’re this shy over a picture, i can’t imagine how you’d react if i saw you in person like this.

hyunjin let out a breathy laugh, his embarrassment melting into nervous excitement. “you’re not making this easier, you know,” he replied.

who said i’m trying to make it easier?

he leaned back, a smirk tugging at his lips at your teasing response. “you’re trouble, you know that?”

don’t pretend you don’t love it.

hyunjin shook his head, his heart pounding. what started as a mortifying mistake was quickly turning into the most exhilarating conversation he’d ever had with you.

i.n ⁺

jeongin prided himself on being composed despite his age, but tonight, all that confidence vanished in an instant. he’d been lounging on his bed after practice, casually snapping a picture to capture the golden glow of the setting sun through his window.

the photo was innocent enough, or so he thought — a relaxed pose, shirtless, with the blanket barely covering his hips. it was meant for seungmin, who’d jokingly challenged him to “prove” he was resting properly.

but in his sleepy haze, jeongin accidentally sent it to you instead.

he realized his mistake almost immediately when your name popped up with a notification. his stomach dropped, and panic set in.

your message arrived seconds later:

uh… is this the kind of ‘resting’ you meant to show me? 😳

jeongin groaned, burying his face in his pillow. “oh my god, i’m an idiot,” he muttered. he typed back as quickly as his trembling hands allowed.

“i am so sorry. that was not meant for you. please, just delete it and pretend this never happened.”

you replied almost immediately, and his heart raced as he opened your message.

delete it? why would i do that when it’s such a nice view?

his mouth fell open, a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief coursing through him. he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or crawl under his blanket and never come out.

“are you seriously teasing me right now?” he finally typed, his cheeks burning.

maybe... but can you blame me? you’re not exactly making it easy to ignore.

jeongin let out a nervous chuckle, shaking his head. “you’re impossible.”

i know.

jeongin sighed, a reluctant smile spreading across his face. while the initial shock of his mistake lingered, he couldn’t deny that your reaction made it worth the embarrassment.

han ⁺

han had always been impulsive, and that trait extended to his texting habits. he’d just finished a late-night studio session and decided to take a mirror selfie to show off his new haircut. the picture wasn’t inappropriate, but it was suggestive — he was shirtless, his hair slightly damp from a shower, with a cheeky grin on his face.

he meant to send it to chan, but in his half-asleep state, he sent it to you instead.

it wasn’t until your message came through that he realized his mistake.

right in front of my salad? 🤨

han’s eyes widened, and he sat up so fast he nearly knocked over his coffee mug. “oh no,” he muttered, his hands shaking as he typed back.

“omg, i’m so sorry! that was not meant for you! i was trying to send it to chan. please just forget you saw it.”

your reply came a moment later:

why? it was a nice picture. you should send me more.

han’s jaw dropped, his mind racing. was this really happening? were you actually flirting with him?

“wait, are you serious right now?” he replied cautiously.

very serious. you look good, han. don’t be so shy about it.

his face turned red, but a smile crept onto his lips. “i’m not shy!” he typed back defensively.

sure, you’re not...

han let out a laugh, shaking his head. “you’re dangerous, you know that?”

says the guy with his tiddies out for the world to see. wait, i wonder how much i can sell this for on ebay...

he flushed and sighed, leaning back in his chair. what started as a mortifying mistake was quickly becoming the most crack-filled interaction he’d ever had with you. maybe his impulsiveness wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

seung ⁺ min

seungmin was always known for his sharp wit and calm demeanor, rarely letting things rattle him. but tonight, that composure was nowhere to be found.

after a long day, he decided to respond to a group chat message with a selfie he’d taken earlier — a casual, post-workout shot that showed him in a tank top, his hair slightly messy, and his usual confident smirk. the picture wasn’t provocative, but it was undeniably attractive.

except he didn’t send it to the group chat. he sent it to you.

seungmin froze as he realized what he had done. his usual sharp mind went blank, replaced by a surge of panic. before he could even think of a way to delete it, your reply came through.

well, i wasn’t expecting this, but i’m not complaining. 😏

he stared at your message, his ears turning red as he tried to come up with a response. this wasn’t like him at all — how could he make such a mistake?

“uh, that wasn’t meant for you,” he finally typed, his thumbs trembling slightly. “i was trying to send it to the group chat. my bad.”

your reply came almost instantly.

no need to apologize, bbg. honestly, it’s nice to see this side of you. you look good, seungmin.

his jaw clenched as he reread your words. you were complimenting him?

“i didn’t mean for you to see it,” he replied quickly. “but… thanks, i guess?”

why so shy all of a sudden? i didn’t think you’d get flustered this easily.

“i’m not flustered,” he replied, though your teasing and his red face told a different story.

sure you’re not. but for what it’s worth, you’ve definitely made my night.

seungmin let out a small, awkward laugh, his confidence slowly returning. “well, i’m glad my mistake could entertain you,” he replied.

it’s more… eye-opening, than entertaining. although my rose toy would disagree.

seungmin choked, rereading your words. maybe this wasn’t the disaster he thought it was.

chang ⁺ bin

changbin was naturally confident, his playful energy making him the life of any room. but even he wasn’t immune to moments of pure, unfiltered embarrassment — like the one he was having now.

it started innocently enough: he’d taken a mirror selfie at the gym to show off his progress, flexing his biceps with a grin that screamed, “look at me, i’m unstoppable.” it was meant for chan, who’d been teasing him about skipping arm day.

but in his haste, changbin accidentally sent the picture to you.

the moment he realized his mistake, his stomach dropped. “oh no,” he muttered, staring at the screen in horror.

your reply came faster than he could process.

wow, changbin… showing off for me now? 👀

he groaned, his confidence taking a nosedive. he quickly typed back, “that was not meant for you. i was trying to send it to chan. please ignore it!”

you didn’t ignore it. instead, you replied,

why would you send it to him? and why should i ignore it? you look amazing honestly, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.

changbin blinked, your words catching him off guard. were you… complimenting him?

“wait… are you kidding me?” he replied cautiously.

of course not, i mean, if you’re gonna send me pictures like this, don’t blame me for appreciating them.

changbin let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “well, i wasn’t exactly trying to impress you, but… thanks, i guess?”

who said you didn’t impress me?

his heart skipped a beat at your tease, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “i guess if you’re not mad, i shouldn’t be so worried,” he typed, his confidence returning.

not mad at all. in fact, feel free to send more anytime.

changbin laughed out loud, shaking his head. “you’re trouble, you know that?”

and you love it.

“maybe i do,” he replied, surprising even himself with his boldness.

what started as an embarrassing mistake had suddenly become one of the most fun conversations he’d ever had with you.

notes: hoez in the house ( my smut fic is taking forever to finish :( )

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

Could maybe write headcannon about being a stepmom to Pete’s kid and maybe the others! Thank you so much 

(Oh absolutely!!

Headcanons- Being Pete DiNunzio’s Kid’s stepmom

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Pete was not easy at first. He side-eyed you for months before trusting you around his kid. Not because he didn’t like you—he did, maybe too much—but because he was overprotective in that classic Italian-American dad way. “Nobody messes with my girl, capisce?” Even if you're just helping her with homework.

His daughter is a little spitfire, just like him. Sass, attitude, and a mouth like her dad when she’s pissed—minus the swearing (mostly). You bonded over horror movies when Pete was at work, giggling and making popcorn and doing little home “scares” to spook him when he walked in. One time she hid in the closet with a Halloween mask and made him scream like a little girl. You’ve never let him live it down.

Pete constantly slips into Staten Islandese. “Ey, you tell her she ain’t allowed to wear that shirt out, yeah? I don't care if it's ‘just to the bodega,’ she’s thirteen, not thirty.” He’s the loudest at PTA meetings. The loudest. And you’re the one smoothing things over with the teachers afterward. A classic good cop/bad cop dynamic.

Co-parenting is a ride. Pete’s stubborn as hell. If you suggest a different school or a bedtime change, he’s got to argue first, even if he agrees with you. “Look, I’m not sayin’ you’re wrong, I’m just sayin’ I know my kid, alright? I was raised right, we didn’t have no damn tablets back then.”

But when he sees how much his daughter loves you—how she comes to you crying when she gets a bad grade, how she hugs you like her safe place—he softens. He’ll mutter, “You’re doin’ good,” when he thinks you’re not listening.

Sunday dinners are sacred. You learned to make his nonna’s meatballs, and it was the moment Pete finally said, “Okay, you’re in the family now.” (But you better never mess up the sauce. He’ll call his ma in front of you if you try.)

You and Pete sometimes parent like a divorced couple that still flirts too much. You bicker over parenting techniques, then he smacks your butt in the kitchen and goes, “Yeah yeah, I’ll pick her up from ballet, don’t get all bossy.”

When she calls you “Mom” by accident for the first time, Pete actually tears up and pretends it’s “just allergies.”

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Bonus fic

Pete watches you from the other side of the couch, that cocky shit eating grin slowly fading into something heavier. Hungrier. The room’s dim except for the TV light flickering across his jawline, and you can feel his gaze like static against your skin.

“You gonna make me work for it?” he repeats, voice lower now. That rough, gravel-under-his-tongue edge that always comes out when he wants something—really wants it.

You look at him without turning your head, eyes dragging over his lazy sprawl, the way he’s slouched with one arm thrown over the backrest, that tank top riding up just enough to flash a sliver of toned stomach.

“Depends,” you murmur. “What exactly are you trying to earn, DiNunzio?”

He licks his bottom lip, slow. “Five minutes alone with you without a damn science project between us.”

You raise a brow. “That sounds like a threat.”

“Baby, I am a threat.”

You don’t even get a chance to laugh before he shifts closer—way closer—knee brushing yours, hand ghosting over your thigh like he’s testing how far he can go. “She’s out like a light,” he whispers, “and I’ve been thinkin’ about you all night.”

“You were thinking about me while bribing your daughter with five dollars?”

“Multitasking,” he shrugs, hand sliding higher. “It’s a talent.”

You don’t stop him. You should, maybe. You definitely should, because this always starts with teasing and ends with you against a wall—or worse, catching feelings you pretend you don’t have.

His fingers trail beneath the hem of your shorts, just enough to make your breath hitch. “Still wanna tell me I’m an idiot?” he murmurs, voice hot against your ear.

You smirk, heart pounding. “You’re my idiot.”

And just like that, his mouth is on yours—hot, rough, needy—like he’s been starving for you since dinner. His hands are greedy but familiar, tugging you into his lap without warning, like this isn’t the first time and sure as hell won’t be the last.

You pull back just enough to look him in the eye, breathless. “We’re gonna wake her up.”

He grins, cocky and flushed. “Not if you stay quiet, babe.”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re impossible.”

Pete slides his hands up your sides, voice dark with promise. “And you’re about to be loud.”

[makingqueerhistory]

How do you read so much lol?

Great question!

Time! I have the privilege of time! This is put as number one because it is important to keep in mind. I am lucky enough to be my own boss and have a flexible schedule (Thank you patrons <3) I would not be able to read nearly as much without this fact.

Audiobooks! At 3x the speed! Honestly, my reading skyrocketed when Libby added the ability to listen to audiobooks at three times the speed. Also because I read almost exclusively audiobooks, I get to multitask, so I can read and do errands or busy work at the same time!

Library! My local library is incredible, and I take pains to keep it that way. I fill out all five of my (and my wife's) request forms, every month.

Community! Honestly, I am sort of intensely involved in the book community. As an author (of MQH, and hopefully one day fiction) and an avid reader, I am regularly engaging with other readers and getting fantastic recommendations. Check out my bookstagram if you want

Queerness! I am making up for a large lack from my childhood. Though I have almost always been a reader, I have only had access to queer books in abundance as I have become an adult. A part of me is always trying to make up for lost time.

All of these things have an element of privilege attached to them, so please don't ever feel bad for not reading as much as someone else!

[xo-zozo]

savannah grayson headcannons •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

a/n: omg would you look at that i'm posting again and it's a long one this time!! i actually love savannah and i've never made headcannons for her so yayy hope you enjoy it! if anyone has any requests don't be afraid to send them in!

tags : @your-mommy-ems @arqbella @reminiscentreader @x-liv25-jamieswife @inmyheaddd

@alwaysthefangirl @clarissaweasley-10 @off-to-the-r4ces @annamatix @lyrakanefanatic

@123letsgobestie @hathorneheiress @midiosaamor @saythewordheiress

when she was in high school she was the girl's basketball team captain and you better know she worked HARD for that title

she also participated in a bunch of other sports while she was in school and she was good at most of them but basketball was still her favorite

i think that she would be the kind of girl to love a good slick back

the scariest rbf you've ever seen

between her and gigi she's the one who drives the most because she doesn't trust gigi to drive without crashing the car

in high school she would take gigi to trader joes like at least once a week

she has like a whole wall in her room of all of her basketball achievements as well as all her academic ones like okay multitasker

her and gigi did some kind of modeling together when they were younger

she literally has to refrain from punching jameson and xander everyday for giving gigi coffee

before she found out about the whole avery thing and got mad at her and stuff she actually liked her a lot even if she wouldn't admit it

she really likes those really complicated and excessive yogurt bowls with granola and fruit on top of it and would have it every morning for like a year straight

i think that her and gigi would have really small meaningful matching tattoos

every time gigi even had an interest in a guy she would be the one to have to "meet them first" and approve of them

even though she's an athlete and she spends a lot of her time doing that, the time spent off of the court is in dressier and very coordinated outfits

she always gets annoyed when people tell her and grayson how alike they are because she "doesn't see it"

she's a night owl so sometimes she'll be up until four in the morning without getting tired throughout the day but it's a bad idea to ever talk to he before eight am

i think this is also one of the ways shes very different from gigi who is a big morning person

whenever she gets ready she blasts really loud music (i feel like this could either be classical or rap and no in between)

even though he's like the complete opposite of her, she actually really likes xander and thinks that he's really similar to gigi

NOTHING ever gets by her, she's a very observant person

she randomly decides to do like crazy stuff like go skydiving and gigi is always very supportive but will not join

okay that's it for today guys yayy. anyway, writing this made me so excited to see how the whole thing with her like hating avery is going to play out because i hope that it's a big part of the next book because i think it's gonna be so interesting! comment if you have anything to say, thank you for reading!

my headcannons masterlist

[dalishthunder]

WIP Wednesday

I tag @cadmium-creme-egg as usual. @satans-codpiece as well because I'm curious about what you've been working on

Premise: True form reincarnated Sukuna is your best friend

Smut under the cut.

His phone vibrated, and he reached over to pick it up.

Without even stopping to think, Sukuna answered, “Most people would send a text, you know.”

“Well hello to you too,” Your voice greeted him. The speaker didn’t do it justice. “I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to call my best friend.”

“I’m your only friend,” He grinned.

“That’s not even remotely true and you know it,” You huffed.

“The only one that matters then.”

He could almost hear your eyes rolling at his words, “So presumptuous.”

A chuckle caught in his throat, cock throbbing in his hand as though to remind him that he wasn’t finished yet.

“Is this a bad time?”

His lower mouth worried at his bottom lip, and he sighed, “Kind of? I was right in the middle of jerking off.”

There was a pause before he heard you click your tongue, “… Why would you pick up a call when you’re masturbating?”

He shrugged though he knew you couldn’t see the action, “I’m a good multitasker.”

The silence stretched so long that he had to look at the screen to see if you’d hung up on him.

“Sukuna…” You started, voice strained, “Do you do this sort of thing often?”

He snorted, “Masturbate? Yeah.”

“No, I meant…” There was a sigh on your end. “Nevermind.”

“I know what you meant, dumbass.” He rolled his eyes, “To answer your question: No, you know I don’t answer the phone for anyone else. That’s why I said it was a bad time.”

What he wouldn’t give to keep hearing your voice though….

The timer on his screen kept ticking up despite the quiet.

“You haven’t hung up yet.”

Your sputtering was endearing as you bit back, “Neither have you.”

He couldn’t tell if the silence was comfortable or not as it stretched on after that, but after a while, he was pretty sure you’d stepped away from your phone. His touch was light as his fingers found a rhythm again–

“Hey,” Your voice knocked the wind from his lungs, “… What does it feel like…? Boners, I mean. Like… uh to have one, not like, y’know to–”

“You’re asking me this now?”

“I’ve always been curious, okay? Besides, you’re the one who picked up the phone, with your dick in hand.”

He licked at his lips, snicker creeping into his voice, “You’re ridiculous. I’m friends with a weirdo sex pervert, huh…. First you’re all into tentacles, now you’re into listening to your best friend jack off and asking him how it feels?”

“That was a joke! You’re never gonna let that go, are you,” Your whining was music to his ears, “Besides, like I said, you’re the one who picked up the phone in the first place, who knew you were such an exhibitionist.”

“It’s not nice to kink shame,” He hummed in amusement, “Plus you know I can’t feel shame. It’s a medical disorder. Stop being ableist.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how that works.”

“Who here is the clinically diagnosed psychopath?” His strokes were languid as he laughed. You hated when he called himself that, mouth always curling into a frown, nose scrunching as though referring to it as severe antisocial personality disorder was any better.

You grumbled out a curse, “Look, just… I guess call me back when–”

“It feels like pressure, but in a good way.” He cut you off, “Definitely more sensitive, especially the tip. Sometimes it’s almost like I can feel my heart beating through my dick.”

“I guess that kind of makes sense since it’s engorged with blood….” Your voice was thoughtful as you spoke.

“Engorged with blood…” Sukuna breathed out a chuckle, “You wax poetic about everything, yet reduce this to something so clinical?”

You laughed, “You want me to wax poetic about your boner? Cover the bone zone in rose petals and flowers?”

“It wouldn’t hurt, you know how shy I am,” Sukuna teased, relishing as your laughter echoed through the speaker. “It’s the proper way to deflower a virgin, right? On a bed lined with rose petals and a bottle of champagne? I don’t have any champagne, so the least you could do is make it flowery for me.”

Your giggles petered off after a while, fading to silence that seemed to stretch on for an eternity.

He’d gotten too greedy, hadn’t he….

“Your rigid man meat–“

Sukuna was positive his laugh carried through the compound and echoed down the mountains.

“Turgid and fully erect, throbs with your heartbeat.”

“That’s the worst haiku,” He said between fits, “I have ever had the displeasure of hearing.”

[briechyne]

Weirdly Motivated to Write

Well, I did say that I have a new keyboard—to correct my posture and not look like a pretzel while I work remotely. Small victories, right?

Now, let’s talk about motivation. Because for some reason, I am absolutely buzzing with it today. Is it because of my keyboard? Most likely. Is that weird? Probably. But hey, I never claimed to be normal.

See, besides being a full-time student, I also have a job. And that job? Writing. Creating. Capturing life in words, pictures, and fleeting moments of inspiration. Filming, writing, photography—these are the things that make me absolutely happy. And honestly? Life is just too beautiful not to share.

There’s something about having the right tools that makes everything feel different. You could give me the exact same blank document yesterday, and I wouldn’t have been nearly as eager to write as I am today. But now? With my new keyboard? I feel like I could churn out a whole novel, rewrite history, or at the very least, write an unnecessarily long blog post about why I feel like writing.

Maybe it’s the clickity-clackity. (Yes, that’s a technical term.) There’s just something deeply satisfying about hearing each keystroke, like a tiny round of applause with every word I type. It’s hypnotizing. Encouraging. Addictive, even. Without it, I don’t think I’d be half as motivated to write.

And that brings me to a very important question:

Could this mean my iPad will replace my laptop?

Ha! Not a chance. Never. Not in a million years.

As much as I love this setup, there are things my iPad just cannot do. And honestly, those things make a huge difference in my daily workflow. Don’t get me wrong—iPads are fantastic. They’re lightweight, portable, and perfect for quick notes, reading, or sketching. But when it comes to serious work? My Windows laptop remains irreplaceable.

Why My Windows Laptop Wins Every Time

Multitasking Like a Pro iPads have some multitasking capabilities, but let's be real—nothing beats having multiple windows open, side by side, without limitations. On my laptop, I can have a research paper in one window, my notes in another, a video playing on the side, and Spotify running in the background. Try doing that on an iPad without constantly swiping between apps. It’s just not the same.

File Management That Actually Makes Sense The Windows file system is superior. Hands down. Drag-and-drop functionality, proper file explorer, external drive support—it’s just easier. iPads, on the other hand, have a clunky file system that often makes me want to scream into the void. Copying files? Moving them? Finding them again? It takes way longer than it should.

Software Compatibility & Heavy-Duty Programs This one’s a dealbreaker. There are so many professional-grade applications that just don’t run on iPads. Things like:

Adobe Premiere Pro for serious video editing (iPad versions are limited)

Photoshop & Illustrator (yes, they have mobile versions, but they’re nowhere near as powerful)

Microsoft Excel with Macros (because let's be honest, the iPad version is lacking)

Programming software & full IDEs (if I ever decide to code, my iPad will just sit there, useless)

Mouse & Keyboard Freedom Yes, iPads can connect to a mouse and keyboard, but do they truly function like a laptop? Nope. There are still weird limitations. Right-clicking? Custom shortcuts? The precision of a real trackpad or external mouse? Windows just does it better. Period.

Downloading Anything Without Jumping Through Hoops iPads don’t let you download everything you want, especially if it’s outside the App Store. Need a program that isn’t on Apple’s list of approved software? Too bad. Meanwhile, on Windows? I can download whatever I want, whenever I want, however I want. No restrictions.

Serious Writing & Formatting Writing on an iPad is fine for quick drafts, but when it comes to formatting long documents, citations, and exporting files in different formats? My laptop is my best friend. Whether it's proper PDF editing, running reference managers like Zotero, or managing multiple Word documents with complex layouts, iPads just don’t cut it.

Gaming & Emulation Okay, maybe not work-related, but still important! iPads have mobile games, sure. But do they run full-fledged PC games? Nope. Can I use them for game modding? Nope. Can I play older games with emulators? Again, nope. My Windows laptop, on the other hand? Unlimited possibilities.

The Verdict?

As much as I love the convenience of my iPad + keyboard combo, it will never replace my laptop. Ever. My laptop is where the real magic happens—the deep work, the serious projects, the things that actually require a proper computer.

But will I still use my iPad for writing on the go? Absolutely. Because nothing beats the clickity-clackity joy of my new keyboard. And if that keeps me weirdly motivated to write, then hey—I’ll take it.

So if you ever see me typing away somewhere, looking ridiculously focused, just know—it’s not me. It’s the keyboard.

[hermiola]

Writer's Meme, 2024 Edition

I've been tagged by @turquoisedata 💜

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How many works do you have on ao3?

14. 6 Good Omens + 8 MCU, but we have to go back to 2014 and 2016 for those. I also used to publish on an Italian fanfiction archive where I have 70 more fics (I went back to check and count them after approximately two thousand years and HOLY SHIT, I didn't remember them being so many! My first fic is more than 20 years old WTF).

What’s your total word count?

150.000 words on AO3. But I'm guessing it's waaay higher than that (the Italian archive doesn't show the word count 🥲).

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My GO fics have the most kudos (given the popularity of the fandom + the fact that they're written in English and not in Italian). I have 6, so the top 5 is basically all of them:

Take a Little Love From Me (Pretty Woman AU)

Final Breakthrough (Now!) (Post-Season 2 Fix-It)

Crazy Little Thing (Called Love) (Non-S2-complying silliness)

When Hell Freezes Over (Human AU with magician!Crowley and critic!Aziraphale)

Let There Be Rock (First meeting after 1967)

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I do! I don't get that many, so it's not overwhelming, and I just like to respond. As I said somewhere else, my experience in the GO fandom has been mostly a solitary one (recently not so much though!) so I just like to interact whenever I can.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I'm going to consider only the GO ones because I feel like the others have been written by another me entirely (also I'm not sure I even remember them).

So it's definitely Let There Be Rock.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I'd say all of them, but Take a Little Love From has a proper epilogue and everything. I guess their happiness has more space there than elsewhere.

Do you write crossovers?

I have in the past, but not anymore.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not that I know of.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not really. I LOOOOVE reading smut (especially in those chonky slow burn fics), but I can't bring myself to write explicit smut for some reason. I love describing the tension and the heat of the moment (I love UST so much I'm going to marry it tbh - like nothing makes me happier/hornier than two people who want to fuck each other but can't for some reason - am I edging myself? IDK) but when it comes to my own writing I feel like spelling out the details just ruins the moment. I do think it's my ace showing in some way. But, anyway, I read the filthiest filth so this definitely doesn't apply to reading. And who knows, maybe one day I'll try! I'm not ruling anything out.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I used to translate HP fics back in the day (from English to Italian). We're talking 20 years ago. And it's funny when you think about it, because I translate novels for work now 🤣

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, always back in the day with HP. I'm still friends IRL with the girl I wrote them with (we actually met because of HP) (this is as good a time as any to say FUCK YOU JKR).

What's your all-time favourite ship?

This depends on the hyper-fixation of the moment. I cannot multitask with my OTPs. If I get obsessed with a new one, I retire the previous one. Like I could split my life into different time periods just based on my OTPs. Ron/Hermione has been my personality for YEARSSSS, but now I can barely think about HP without cringing. Another BIG ONE was Clint/Natasha from the MCU (which explains my look here on Tumblr), but the MCU as a whole has gone a bit stale for me (with few exceptions). And now it's all about Crowley/Aziraphale - it's so bad I had to unretire from fanfiction writing after almost 10 years LOL.

(I like many other ships but not to the point of *obsession*).

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

The only one I can think of is a Clintasha Actors AU, but I don't think I have it anymore, and I wouldn't finish it even if I had.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogues and banter are my favourite things to write, and I think it shows.

What are your writing weaknesses?

English is not my first language, so my writing lacks variety I think. I feel like I have always the same phrases stuck in my head, so it's probably kind of repetitive, especially when compared to some of the fics I read. (But when I started writing my first GO fic in English I wasn't even sure I could *actually* do it, so I'm proud of myself either way!).

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it's okay! I personally would ask a native speaker to help me (if possible) instead of going the Google Translate route. Being Italian and watching/reading almost exclusively in English I know how silly it sounds when the characters start speaking your language and they're saying nonsense (but no harm done even in this case, imo, especially in fanfics. In movies, though, it's just lazy!).

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

HP, back in 2004 (welp).

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

None, thankfully. If I'm writing fanfic it means I'm in the late stage of hyperfixation and I don't wish that on myself if I can help it. Like I used to read 50+ books a year before GO S2. It's bad!!!

What's your favourite fic you've written?

Take a Little Love From Me mainly because it's the one I've spent more time with.

Tagging some people if they feel like doing it (but no pressure at all!): @beerok23 - @sabotage-on-mercury - @gaiaseyes451 - @leviosally

[bitedownme]

Thought about the dynamics some more.

Before her challenge with the Tyrant, whenever Ire needed something, she went to Guide. Not just because he has a better grasp on the world and it's people, but because she's learned while living with him that he has the personal experience to backup and support everything he says.

Still, Guide doesn't say what he was or who he was before he was simply Guide. Ire thinks he was either an adventurer or explorer. Or maybe some kind of highly specialized hired sword/gun, if she stretches her imagination a bit further.

When he bakes (which isn't as often as he would like) he tends to do one or two or three things at once. He needs to multitask to feel fulfilled, and that often ends with the house having an assortment of breads and pies and cakes. Sometimes he'll go through the process of candying fruits, or making jams or jellies, but that tends to be a the request of someone else more often than it is because he wants to.

Nurse, on the other hand, is, well, a medical professional. She's seen a thousand horrific things and she's researched and studied a thousand worse still; a proud member of the Medical guild who wanted a secure place to live without the risk of the Tyrant or any rivaling medical services.

She smokes. A bad habit, but one of the only ones that keeps her afloat some days. She enjoys the tedious process of meal planning and prep, but whether out of habit or just by some miscalculation, she tends to make a bit too much, so it's just become common practice for her and Guide to debate what they want to eat for the week and then send Ire out to go collect some things.

There's not very many things she doesn't know how to treat. She also, annoyingly, gets sick the least often. I think to even qualify for some medical programs, you NEED to have an exceptionally high mana tolerance, otherwise whatever backlash from the surgeries or medicine administration can and will kill the provider.

Jharim is.... Well he is. Jack of all trades, master of nothing but the skill of vicious mockery and being unable to die. He stayed in Ire's shadow initially because he was morbidly curious about what she was, but ended up getting adopted like a stray alley cat.

Ire doesn't really know how to live on her own. Not fully, anyways; she needs some kind of background presence or noise for her to really feel safe in any regard. I don't think this is exactly a dragon thing per say, but I can see it being really common in dragon hybrids. Especially hybrids whose other lineage half is social.

She comes, she goes. There will be times she stays for longer than she wants to out of request or her own worries (a blood moon or an eclipse will keep her there for upwards of two weeks, just to be sure nothing is hiding nearby and that the base is still sound).

Sometimes when she's on recovery arrest-- not always, but sometimes-- she'll sit on the roof and just. Stare. Guide thinks she's waiting for something, with the way she looks out at the horizon. She thinks he's right, but she doesn't know what she's waiting for.

Her energy always returns before she can think about it for too long. Maybe that's for the best.

-🍁

I like reading through their in-game quotes sometimes, because Nurse's one actually supports that she really did seen a lot ("Yes I've seen bigger wounds"). Anyway, damn, these are really detailed dynamics, but took (part of) them off my tongue quite well lmaoo. This little group now feels somehow even more alive than it probably was, which I really like.

Adding onto draconic thing (I am as knowledgeable in dragons as Yharim lmaoo) I always thought that Follies were (before dragons were hunted down) or are social, so maybe social aspect isn't as out-of-place in Ire's nature as it could be? She isn't exactly like Auric dragons anyway, excluding parts of her personality.

Jharim apparently appeared as being in search of someone who can "Help [him] slay the beast" (which is either Fogbound (no I am not elaborating on that) or who fucking knows), so he just stuck around maybe for this exact reason and then, yup, got adopted. Ire didn't find him, HE found them.

(Guide becomes a friend group's grandpa and I am not opposing it)

[afvall]

whumptober day 7! magic with a cost

Nate's powers do an oopsie, leading to his T.O. getting his flesh as a treat about it! Then him and Wade do gay stuff or something i dont know don't ask me

setting vague because whenever i read a comic all the info i absorb just drops out my ass

--

It pours, man, it pours

--

A thin, metal vein reached across Nathan’s chest from his left shoulder, skin surrounding it blushing a soft red, like flowers in the spring. His reflection in his bedroom’s full body mirror traced its fingers around the intrusion, a sharp pain crashing across his nerves then dulling as he continued the contact along its length. He’d been reckless today, disobeying the tactical and philosophical lessons he’d been taught for his whole life, ever since he was a young child, throwing caution to the wind when Wade had been put in a compromising situation in battle, he didn’t even think about using his psionic powers before they’d neutralised the enemy and gotten Wade to safety. And it was strange, they’d functioned without his command, without any effort even, and mulling it over afterwards, he’d realised it was honestly a bit scary. Without any guidance from him, like his T.O., like how it consumed him devoid of any conscious thought or motivation other than simply to devour. And now, caressing the metal tendril trails across his chest, he’d seen that that unintentional usage of his telekinesis for reasons other than strictly controlling the disease consuming him had let it inch further into his body, and it wouldn’t retreat this time.

This couldn’t happen again. Like an animal, he’d acted without upper thought to ‘save’ Wade, of course, helping out Wade was a good thing, but not when he was without a plan and directionless. Nathan was a master of his mind and body, he’d been in his head his whole life, he knew the ins and outs of himself, he couldn’t understand why his powers, not him, reacted like that to Wade in danger. Of course, he and Wade were close, closer than friends, but to act with reckless abandon to save him in a situation which Wade was most likely competent enough to save himself from? Nate wanted to lock himself in a room to meditate and train for a month straight, and realistically, that wasn’t too out of the question for him. A knock wrapped on the door, Nathan hesitating before he opened it telekinetically. Wade was behind it, waltzing up towards Nate, who also then had to shut the door behind Wade, as the merc either forgot to or didn’t care.

“Can you not ask whatever you need to ask from the door?” Nate asked, hands now at his sides.

“If you didn’t want me in your room so bad, why did you let me in and then shut the door behind me?” Nate didn’t know, much like how he didn’t know why his powers had slipped from his control earlier. “Admiring your awesome tits, priscilla?” Nate feared if Wade gave him a headache with his useless prattling, in that oddly satisfying Demi Moore voice, it would happen again. He sighed and rubbed his temples, shaking his head disapprovingly.

“Where have all your snarky quips gone, Nate?? Usually it takes me a bit more effort to get you to exasperated sighs! Hey, is that metacle, metal tentacle for those not in the know, new, or am I right to not trust my memories?” Wade spoke like how most people thought, in long, semi-senseless sentences, changing topics as he so wished.

“It got a hold on me while I was helping you out on the mission earlier, using my telekinesis…” Nathan wondered how to continue before Wade spoke anyhow.

“Why are you being so vague about it? I can’t believe it’d be because the author has barely read your comics and doesn't know how to be more specific without more research than they’re willing to do right now, I'd never forgive them! And, weren’t you only saving my ass for a second? How’s it already made purchase on you? How come you couldn’t y’know… multitask controlling the T.O. and using your TK like you usually do? Ooo, I love these exposition lead-up questions! Reminds me of all the lovely numbered questions in Cable & Deadpool, sent in by our adoring fans, Nate!” Wade prattled on with no end.

“The T.O. is vicious Wade, it would consume me rapidly without my powers to stave it off. I believe, as I've aged, and it has grown alongside me and gotten used to me and my powers, it’d kill me in minutes. I didn’t think about using my telekinesis, either, it simply took action on its own accord, and didn’t have my guidance keeping it on top of the virus as well.” Nate answered the numbered questions in a numbered fashion.

“Nathan Dayspring Askani’Son Christopher Cable Soldier X Summers not thinking? Does this mean we’ve gotta tag the ao3 upload as ‘OOC’?” Nate knew he’d regret asking what OOC meant, because inquiring into the majority of Wade’s made up words just lead into more confusion usually. He’d save it for another time.

“It was so strange, I didn’t even realise I’d done it for a second, I’ve always considered myself like, well… a well oiled machine, I’ve never felt a disconnect from my actions and mind, and i hate the feeling of it right now.” Nathan explained, looking at himself in the mirror instead of at Wade, 

“I fear that’s where we differ, but also, maybe even where I can help! Maybe all my neurotic behaviours and issues have been leeching off on you Nate, now we’re spending so much time together, but I have experience with feeling that… disconnect… unfortunately, I can't offer solutions, but I can offer coping methods! Not even the ones including pain and death. How about… Ben and Jerrys with some Netflix right now? That might soothe your T.O. aches.” Nathan skimmed Wade’s thoughts and understood a sense of worry, and an undeniable desire to help. He thought now that the fretted comment about his usual quips being absent from the conversation was genuine, and a weird feeling twisted in his chest and pooled in his stomach. Wade was worried about him, and wanted to help him, and it made Nate feel just as weird as the slip of his powers made him feel earlier today, yet in a far nicer way.

“That sounds… nice, thank you, Wade.”

[mcalhenwrites]

A lot of thoughts. Because I went job hunting instead of writing, and I'm beginning to think I'm a bigger failure than I ever realized.

I... have no degrees. No experience. Just a high school diploma. No trade school. No classes. I've worked retail previously (cashier as well as sales associate working with planograms to fill store shelves), but not even two collective years total. I volunteered a few times in high school at a daycare through a high school program, and I volunteered for two semesters at a dog rescue. I'm currently multitasking at a dog grooming salon. I answer phones, book appointments, log inventory, sell inventory, clean. And I'll be adding some baking assistant duties to that soon, tho I did help a little bit today in-between the other duties. (We make dog-safe treats in-house at one of our locations. I work at two different locations.) My other experience is related to writing, crocheting, etc. I spent most of my life focusing on writing. I am not actually good with using software like Microsoft Word or Scrivener. I just use them to write. I have to google how to do certain things with them all the time, often repeatedly, because... I just can't seem to retain the knowledge. I can figure a few things out on my own, but I suck at it. At work, I'm really bad at sometimes processing what people try to say, particularly on the phone. I'm a little... slow. I can do it, but if I were at a place that didn't have an understanding boss, I'd be pretty fucked and likely fired. (I'm nice, but oh god, people please stop giving your phone numbers and spelling of your names SO FAST. GO SLOW. I'm STUPID.) I'm easily overwhelmed even with my relatively slow-paced job, which has enough free time for me to draw and read and do a lot of things completely unrelated to my job. I'm learning as I go, and I don't think I'm TERRIBLE, but I certainly do wish I could be better at it. I don't want to work around customers outside of this particular job. I can't go back to full retail. Fuck that so much. Unless it's a cool indie bookstore or something? FYI, I like my job, I just can't survive on it, and it just doesn't pay enough for me. I also can only work about 3 days a week, I've tried 4 and it's killing me, so it's probably a good thing that my temporary 4 days was temporary. Especially when I'm going to be doing assistant baking closer to the holidays. I'm just... terrible at this life thing. How did I get so close to 40 and just fail this fucking hard? I know my parents weren't supportive of college or trade school or anything, really, and that everything I ever mentioned was thrown out. I know I have physical (and probably mental) disabilities. Everything I know - all that writing that people praise? It's self-taught. I took 5 years to complete high school, and I only managed to do it in that time because I had to go to summer school. I did well if I had a lot of help from teachers, but I couldn't do it without that. (I ended up going to an alternative high school where teachers could provide that one-on-one learning.) I think I write fantastic books. My mind is such a creative place, and I have such complex characters. I have a good grasp of writing topics like abuse. But what kind of specialty is that? I can't survive. I want to give up. I haven't yet, and I've done everything to try harder in the circumstances I'm facing, and... it's doing nothing. It's going nowhere. I'm so fucking unlovable and stupid.

[dragoninahumancostume]

The bad part about having to seek advice either starting or ending the question with "ADHD" is that I don't actually know what I have because I've never been diagnosed with anything and I can't tell whether the advice is just bad, if it was made by someone not with ADHD, or if I'm the one without ADHD and I'm misdiagnosing myself and so I am getting the right solutions but the root of the problem is completely different

You know, like, "I can't actually do this task for some reason. I've heard people call it executive dysfunction but I don't know which factor is the strongest because I'm currently doomscrolling, multitasking and the thing I'm not doing is the only one I should be doing but it's also terribly boring. There's also other three things I should be doing but thinking about it is physically creating tension in my body and it makes me want to cry because I do not want to put any more effort or think at all." You get me?

[theextendedbriechyne]

Weirdly Motivated to Write

Well, I did say that I have a new keyboard—to correct my posture and not look like a pretzel while I work remotely. Small victories, right?

Now, let’s talk about motivation. Because for some reason, I am absolutely buzzing with it today. Is it because of my keyboard? Most likely. Is that weird? Probably. But hey, I never claimed to be normal.

See, besides being a full-time student, I also have a job. And that job? Writing. Creating. Capturing life in words, pictures, and fleeting moments of inspiration. Filming, writing, photography—these are the things that make me absolutely happy. And honestly? Life is just too beautiful not to share.

There’s something about having the right tools that makes everything feel different. You could give me the exact same blank document yesterday, and I wouldn’t have been nearly as eager to write as I am today. But now? With my new keyboard? I feel like I could churn out a whole novel, rewrite history, or at the very least, write an unnecessarily long blog post about why I feel like writing.

Maybe it’s the clickity-clackity. (Yes, that’s a technical term.) There’s just something deeply satisfying about hearing each keystroke, like a tiny round of applause with every word I type. It’s hypnotizing. Encouraging. Addictive, even. Without it, I don’t think I’d be half as motivated to write.

And that brings me to a very important question:

Could this mean my iPad will replace my laptop?

Ha! Not a chance. Never. Not in a million years.

As much as I love this setup, there are things my iPad just cannot do. And honestly, those things make a huge difference in my daily workflow. Don’t get me wrong—iPads are fantastic. They’re lightweight, portable, and perfect for quick notes, reading, or sketching. But when it comes to serious work? My Windows laptop remains irreplaceable.

Why My Windows Laptop Wins Every Time

Multitasking Like a Pro iPads have some multitasking capabilities, but let's be real—nothing beats having multiple windows open, side by side, without limitations. On my laptop, I can have a research paper in one window, my notes in another, a video playing on the side, and Spotify running in the background. Try doing that on an iPad without constantly swiping between apps. It’s just not the same.

File Management That Actually Makes Sense The Windows file system is superior. Hands down. Drag-and-drop functionality, proper file explorer, external drive support—it’s just easier. iPads, on the other hand, have a clunky file system that often makes me want to scream into the void. Copying files? Moving them? Finding them again? It takes way longer than it should.

Software Compatibility & Heavy-Duty Programs This one’s a dealbreaker. There are so many professional-grade applications that just don’t run on iPads. Things like:

Adobe Premiere Pro for serious video editing (iPad versions are limited)

Photoshop & Illustrator (yes, they have mobile versions, but they’re nowhere near as powerful)

Microsoft Excel with Macros (because let's be honest, the iPad version is lacking)

Programming software & full IDEs (if I ever decide to code, my iPad will just sit there, useless)

Mouse & Keyboard Freedom Yes, iPads can connect to a mouse and keyboard, but do they truly function like a laptop? Nope. There are still weird limitations. Right-clicking? Custom shortcuts? The precision of a real trackpad or external mouse? Windows just does it better. Period.

Downloading Anything Without Jumping Through Hoops iPads don’t let you download everything you want, especially if it’s outside the App Store. Need a program that isn’t on Apple’s list of approved software? Too bad. Meanwhile, on Windows? I can download whatever I want, whenever I want, however I want. No restrictions.

Serious Writing & Formatting Writing on an iPad is fine for quick drafts, but when it comes to formatting long documents, citations, and exporting files in different formats? My laptop is my best friend. Whether it's proper PDF editing, running reference managers like Zotero, or managing multiple Word documents with complex layouts, iPads just don’t cut it.

Gaming & Emulation Okay, maybe not work-related, but still important! iPads have mobile games, sure. But do they run full-fledged PC games? Nope. Can I use them for game modding? Nope. Can I play older games with emulators? Again, nope. My Windows laptop, on the other hand? Unlimited possibilities.

The Verdict?

As much as I love the convenience of my iPad + keyboard combo, it will never replace my laptop. Ever. My laptop is where the real magic happens—the deep work, the serious projects, the things that actually require a proper computer.

But will I still use my iPad for writing on the go? Absolutely. Because nothing beats the clickity-clackity joy of my new keyboard. And if that keeps me weirdly motivated to write, then hey—I’ll take it.

So if you ever see me typing away somewhere, looking ridiculously focused, just know—it’s not me. It’s the keyboard.

[frosity]

YJA x Fairy Tail with oc as Sao abridged quotes.

Dick: That is not at all what irony is. I believe the turn of events you just described would be best classified as completely expected.

Freed: Wha... what are you talking about?

Dick: Irony, noun: A state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects, and is often amusing as a result. Example: Your leader is named Laxus Dreyar, yet he appears to be something of a guy who somehow causes joy.

-

Wally: Artemis , my darling...is that you?

Evergreen: Kiss me and I drop you.

-

A normal cat: Meow.

Klein: You sly bastard, I would've never thought of that.

Rocket: I-I'm sorry, can he actually speak Cat, or is he just messing with us?

Jem: Knowing him, it may very well be both

-

Kaldur: Why would you do that?! That necklace was my baby! Would you do that to someone else's baby?!

M'gaan: You mean would I slam a baby into another baby to test its durability? No, that's not something I would typically do.

-

At the start of Jem and Klein's friendship

Jem: Look, do you wanna keep giving me shit, or do you wanna work out a way out of here?

Klien: Oh, don't think I can't do both. I am quite the multitasker.

-

Wally is babysitting Asuka and she accidentally traumatizes him somehow

Wally: Okay, kid? I'm gonna let you in on a little-known secret of comedy: bad things aren't funny when they happen to me.

Asuka: What about Artemis?

Wally: (without skipping a beat) Oh, Artemis's fair game, go for the throat.

-

Nabu: Here that child, you are making a scene.

Zannata: *Who is hundred percent done* Oh, you want A SCENE?!

Nabu: That is specifically not what I want!

-

Klein: What, me?! Sis! I would never be so inconsiderate as to beg for a favor after you've gone through such a perilous ordeal! (gestures aside) He would, though.

Conner: Hey, how's it going? Can I borrow your violin?

Klein: Wow, way to just... go in dry.

Conner: Look, we wasted all day on your thing. Now it's Conner's turn.

[randogen]

Incorrect Quotes Tumblr

Marvel

Tony Stark: Are you seriously drinking during a mission? Thor: It's called multitasking, Stark.

Harry Potter

Harry: I’m like a wild animal when I wake up. Hermione: You mean you leave a mess everywhere? Harry: No, I mean I get really defensive and will probably attack you. Ron: That sounds about right.

The Office

Michael: What’s the one thing I told you? Dwight: Never to leave the office without the mini stapler. Michael: No! To always be prepared! Dwight: I am prepared… with a mini stapler.

Friends

Chandler: Could I be any more sarcastic? Joey: Yes. Yes, you could.

Star Wars

Luke: I have a bad feeling about this. Leia: When do you not have a bad feeling about something? Han: He's got a point, kid.

Sherlock

Sherlock: You have to be the dumbest person I've ever met. John: Well, you know, you're the reason we have warning labels.

Supernatural

Dean: Did you just insult me? Sam: No, I described you.

[harshadha]

I Upgraded to iPhone 16e - Here's What Actually Changed

"I Upgraded to iPhone 16e - Here's What Actually Changed" 

Let’s be honest—phone upgrades aren’t always worth it. But after a month with the iPhone 16e, I can confidently say this one’s different. If you’re on the fence, here’s the real-world breakdown (no marketing fluff).  

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The Good, The Bad, and The "Okay, That’s Cool" 

✅ What Actually Feels Like an Upgrade 

Camera: No more "let me take 10 shots to get one good one." Low-light photos finally look like they weren’t taken in a cave.  

Battery Life: I forgot my charger at work… and survived. That never happened with my old phone.  

Performance: Apps don’t freeze when I’m trying to multitask (looking at you, Google Maps + Spotify combo). 

🤷‍♂️ What’s Nice, But Not Life-Changing 

Screen: Smoother scrolling? Yes. Worth upgrading alone? Probably not.  

iOS 18: Some neat tweaks, but nothing revolutionary. 

❌ The One Annoyance 

Price: It’s still an iPhone, so… yeah. My bank account sighed. 

Why I Went with Unicorn Store 

After comparing prices everywhere, they had: 

✔ Actual stock (no "ships in 4-6 weeks" nonsense) 

✔ No sketchy "discounts" (just transparent pricing) 

✔ Fast shipping (got it in 2 days—impressive for a new release)  

If you’re buying, at least do it the stress-free way.  

🔥 Grab it here without the hassle  

Your Turn 

Upgrading? What convinced you?  

Sticking with your current phone? Teach me your self-control.  

Already have it? What’s your favorite (or least favorite) thing? 

Drop a comment—let’s keep it real!  

#iPhone16e #HonestTechReview #UpgradeWorthy #NoRegrets #UnicornStore 

The iPhone 16: Why It's the Smartest Upgrade You're Not Excited About (But Should Be) 

Let's face it - we've all become jaded about smartphone upgrades. Another year, another slightly better iPhone. But after living with the iPhone 16 for a month, I've had an unexpected realization: this might be the most practical phone Apple's made in years. Here's why it deserves your attention, even if it won't make your Instagram followers jealous. 

The Underrated Improvements That Actually Matter 

It Disappears Into Your Life (In a Good Way) The magic isn't in any one feature - it's in how you stop noticing your phone altogether. No more: 

Waiting for apps to catch up to your taps 

Restarting because something froze 

Missing shots because the camera lagged It just works, exactly when you need it to. 

A Camera That Understands Real Life Finally, a phone that: 

Captures your kid's soccer goal without motion blur 

Makes restaurant food look as delicious as it is 

Gets skin tones right in any lighting The best camera isn't the one with the most megapixels - it's the one that gets the shot when it matters. 

Battery Life You Can Actually Rely On My real-world test: 

7 AM: 100% charge 

Normal day of calls, emails, navigation, and social media 

11 PM: Still 20% left No more battery anxiety is the most underrated feature in tech. 

That Extra Button You'll Use More Than You Think I programmed mine to: 

Instant flashlight (for those midnight snack runs) 

Voice memos (for shower thoughts) 

Camera shortcut (because life doesn't pause for perfect shots) After a week, you'll be frustrated using any other phone. 

It Feels Like It Was Made for Human Hands The subtle curves. The perfect weight. The way it doesn't slide off every slightly angled surface. It's the first iPhone in years that prioritizes comfort over looking sleek in ads. 

Who Should Actually Consider This? 

✔ Get It If: 

Your phone is older than the last season of your favorite show 

You've ever missed an important shot because of camera lag 

Your current phone dies before your day does 

✖ Skip It If: 

Your current phone works perfectly fine 

You were hoping for sci-fi features 

You're saving for something more exciting 

The Reality Check The iPhone 16 won't win any awards for innovation. But it might be the first phone in years that actually removes frustrations from your daily life rather than adding new ones. In a world where tech often feels like it's working against us, there's something quietly revolutionary about a device that just... works. 

Now if they could just make the perfect iPhone case... (we all know that's never happening) 

📌 Top Unicorn Apple Partner Stores in Mumbai  Unicorn Retail Stores 

Mumbai & Navi Mumbai 

Andheri West  

Address: 001-002 Kotia Nirman, New Link Road, Near Fun Republic, Andheri West, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400053 

Phone: 8879001592 | 8655674275 

Hours: 10:00 AM – 9:30 PM 

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2.CBD Belapur (Navi Mumbai)  

Address: Shop No 2, Greenscape Shakti, Plot No 12, Sector 15, CBD Belapur, Navi Mumbai, Maharashtra 400614 

Phone: 086558 56652 

Hours: 11:00 AM – 9:30 PM 

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3. Colaba  

Address: Unit No. 03, Cecil Court, Colaba Causeway, Next to Regal Theater, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400005 

Phone: 097693 72567 

Hours: 10:30 AM – 10:00 PM 

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4. Goregaon (Oberoi Mall)  

Address: Ground Floor, Oberoi Mall, G-7 & G-8, Western Express Highway, Goregaon, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400063 

Phone: 099209 51375 

Hours: 10:00 AM – 9:30 PM 

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5. Kandivali East  

Address: Shop No. 3, Viceroy Savana, 20 Feet Rd, Dattani Park, Kandivali East, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400101 

Phone: 086553 68724 

Hours: 10:30 AM – 10:00 PM 

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6. Malad (Inorbit Mall)  

Address: Unit No. 38-40, 1st Floor, Inorbit Mall, New Link Road, Malad West, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400064 

Phone: 082917 14666 

Hours: 10:00 AM – 9:30 PM 

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7. Malad (Infiniti Mall)  

Address: GF-002A, Infiniti Mall, New Link Road, Malad West, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400064 

Phone: 086575 85595 

Hours: 10:00 AM – 9:30 PM 

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8.Thane (Ulhas Nagar)  

Address: Unit No. 2A, GNP Galaxy, Phase-1, Ulhas Nagar, Near McDonald’s, Thane, Maharashtra 421501 

Phone: 086553 47152 

Hours: 10:30 AM – 9:30 PM 

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9. Thane (Rushabh Mall)  

Address: Wadekar Compound, Rushabh Mall, Plot No. 325, Ghodbunder Road, Thane, Maharashtra 400610 

Phone: 090760 44089 

Hours: 10:00 AM – 10:00 PM 

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10. Ulwe (Navi Mumbai)  

Address: Shop No. 12, Shagun Whitewoods, Plot 204, Sector 23, GP Road, Ulwe, Navi Mumbai, Maharashtra 410206 

Phone: 086558 57826 

Hours: 10:30 AM – 9:30 PM 

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11. Nalasopara East 

Address: GF-08, The Capital Mall, Achole Road, Nalasopara East, Vasai-Virar, Maharashtra 401209 

Phone: 089769 87599 

Hours: 11:00 AM – 9:30 PM 

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Kalyan West 

Address: Shop No. 17/117, Aum Supreme, Near D-Mart, Bail Bazar, Kalyan West, Maharashtra 421301 

Phone: 070458 66060 

Hours: 10:00 AM – 9:30 PM 

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Unicorn Service Centers

1.Colaba Service Center

📍 Address: Unit No. 03, Cecil Court, Colaba Causeway Road Next To Regal Theatre, Colaba, Mumbai-400039

📞 Phone:022 6639 6503

⏰ Hours: 11:00 AM - 7:30 PM

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2.Kalyan Service Center

📍 Address: Shop No.17/117, Aum Supreme West, next to D Mart, Bhanunagar Kalyan(West), Bail Bazar, Bhoiwada, Mumbai, Kalyan 421301

📞 Phone:081041 09285

⏰ Hours: 10:30 AM - 7:30 PM

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3. Andheri Service Center

📍 Address: Kotia Nirman, Near KIFS Volvo Cars, B-104/105/106, Off New Link Rd, Industrial Area, Andheri West, Mumbai 400053

📞 Phone:098200 79821

⏰ Hours: 10:30 AM - 7:30 PM

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4.Malad Service Center (Commercial Hub)

📍 Address: Commercial Hub, EXPRESS ZONE, G-87, near Oberoi Mall, Malad East, Mumbai 400063

📞 Phone:097692 76811

⏰ Hours: 10:30 AM - 7:30 PM

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5.Nalasopara Service Center

📍 Address: Lower Ground Floor-24, The Capital Mall, Village, Achole Rd, off New Link Road, Yashvant Viva Twp, Nalasopara East, Mumbai, Vasai-Virar 401209

📞 Phone:086556 88035

⏰ Hours: 11:00 AM - 9:00 PM

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6.Malad Service Center ( Inorbit Mall)

📍 Address: Unit no 38, 39, 40, 1st floor, Inorbit Mall, New Link Rd, Malad, Malad West, Mumbai 400064

📞 Phone:082917 14666

⏰ Hours: 10:00 AM - 9:30 PM

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