#go spinny boy go

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

Agust D 'Haegeum' MV

[pawbeanies]

hii can we smoke together but i'm a beginner and dont know how to use a lighter so you laugh at me (softly) as you light it and show me how to take a hit before handing it off to me....... can we....

[draco-after-dark]

BRANCH NO-

clip from the brozone cartoon!??/j

[fulokis]

I find it amusing that everyone in the weather server I’m in has given up on trying to figure out what the hell Lee is doing and is now just stating the obvious and what we know

[imstillalexcomic]

WILL YOU PLEASE ANSWER A VERY IMPORTANT LIFE ALTERING QUESTION ⁉️⁉️

Does dress go spinny?💃

Right now, I don't even spinny when I'm totally home alone.  I almost never went to school dances (went to fencing club the night of prom, for example), so... yeah, I'm not a spinner...

While spinning might not be in my playbook, that doesn't mean that it'll be that way forever!  I'm certainly comfortable in who I am socially, but there are aspects of my body that keep me from even desiring to--------------

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---ok, change of plans here.  Or… change of plans to the change of plans.  Initially I wanted to respond to this question with a drawing of me indeed going spinny...

...but I realized that that didn't feel natural to me, I genuinely don't want to go spinny, at least right now.  So I made the panels above as the answer.  A little bit silly, a little bit self reflective, a little bit hopeful...

The sentence I was typing before the ----------- was going to be something like, "I'm certainly comfortable in who I am socially, but there are aspects of my body that keep me from even desiring to go spinny.”

The first half of that sentence felt totally familiar, but then the second half just began to fall out of me.  I didn’t expect it to flow so easily. 

Part of my questioning journey as I got into my late teens was that while I definitely wished I was a girl, I was “ok” with being a boy.  Like, I was bummed that I didn’t get the starting roll I wanted, but it’s not like I couldn’t make being a boy work.  There were plenty of “boy” things that I liked, and I just started to own the non-traditionally male things I liked too.  I didn’t hide my interests, I was up front about them.  NFL Football?  Love it.  Computer nerd?  Love that too.  Camera gear junkie?  Yup, also love that.  Getting crazy fit and going to the gym for four hours a day?  Even did that too!

The more I opened up to the fact that I didn’t have to pigeonhole myself into certain “approved groupings” of interests, the more I was enjoying life. 

I didn’t let my gender dictate what I could or couldn’t enjoy, nor would I let myself be embarrassed by the things I enjoyed.  I like the stuff I like and so long as no one is hurting anyone, we should all support each other’s interests, even if we don’t get them.

My decision to start my transition was largely the same.  “I’m a girl inside, so just like me owning everything else I do, let’s own this and start HRT.” 

Dysphoria was never a driving force for me.  But now, just now, typing out that there are aspects of my body that do keep me from doing certain things, typing it out so effortlessly that I didn’t even realize what I had written and when I had, its significance forced me to stop what I was doing and rethink my position a little.

I decided to transition because I am a girl and want my outside to reflect that… but I guess the dysphoria was there all along and I wasn’t paying attention.  It’s bizarre to have missed so glaringly obvious a feeling that I’ve had my whole life, but here we are. 

All because dress go spinny.

Mine still doesn’t right now (nor do I even have a dress), but once it does, I’ll be sure to let you all know.

I’m excited for that day to come.

[kxsagi]

blue lock x cyclist user.. doesn’t even have to be the professional ones could be the street cyclist ykyk

And pls she'd be so baddie like overtaking opponents gyatt

“𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞”

a/n: hey siri, play vroom vroom by charli xcx

lavender lamborghini, roll up in a blue bikini

suggestive content inside! (sorry i’ve been slacking with that recently, but shidou is always suggestive honestly…) 

ft. isagi yoichi, mikage reo, kaiser michael, itoshi rin, karasu tabito, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae

isagi yoichi

he thought he had good stamina. 

nah. you took him on one of your “light” rides and homie was praying to god on the fifth hill. 

“yoichi, you good?” 

“mhm just. catching. my soul. it left my body back there.” 

he admires you so much. like he will literally pull out his phone mid-convo and be like “btw, look at my girlfriend” and show everyone a video of you overtaking five dudes uphill like it’s nothing. 

“baby slow down you’re gonna hit a poth– OKAY NEVERMIND YOU JUMPED IT.” 

is also your #1 mechanic. watches bike maintenance tutorials just to help you. he’s just a little guy in love. 

blushes so hard when you ride past him and slap his ass like a demon on wheels. 

mikage reo

no one was ready for how obsessed reo became. 

spends 10k on a custom gold-accented fixie bike just to “ride with you,” only for you to pop a wheelie and leave him in the dust. 

“you didn’t say we were racing!!” 

“i wasn’t.” 

all jokes aside, he funds your entire cycling wardrobe. aero suits, racing shoes, visors. you’re his little tour de france princess. 

and when you ride past random dudes on the street and they try to catcall you? vroooom. 

reo’s already catching up like, “say it again i dare you, she’ll run your kneecaps over and i’ll sue your family.” 

holds your thigh in his lap when you’re sitting. stares at it like it’s a work of art. 

makes out with you every time you “win” a street race. “congrats, babe. now come here.” 

kaiser michael

when you met, you were biking uphill, he was jogging downhill, and you blew past him like a gust of wind and yelled, “move it, pretty boy.” 

he’s been chasing you ever since. 

your thighs haunt him. every time you pedal hard in front of him, it’s a spiritual experience. 

“you’re seriously so hot when you almost get hit by a car.” 

he also thinks it’s funny when you’re lowkey feral. like he once saw you bark at a car that almost cut you off. 

he tells everyone “my girl could outpace your sports car in a school zone.” 

buys a scooter just so he can legally ride next to you and hold your hand. 

and when you stop in front of a crowd in your helmet, shades, and biker fit? 

he just goes, “you guys wish you were her.” 

itoshi rin

he hates how attracted he is to you. like he didn’t ask to be whipped. 

every time you ride past him in full gear, he just stares. 

“you look stupid.” 

“you’ve been staring for ten minutes.” 

has no idea how to act when you pull up to his games with your helmet under your arm, your thighs all defined and glistening, and you go, “score a goal and i’ll give you a ride after.” 

cue him scoring a hat trick. 

tries to train with you once. just once. 

“we’re going how far?” 

“rin, we barely started.” 

also he 100% acts unbothered when other people check you out, but you can feel the silent murder vibes from behind his bangs. 

you once told a guy off by overtaking him on a tight sidewalk. rin was so proud he kissed you on the spot. 

karasu tabito

no thoughts head empty just: “babe, do the spinny leg thing again.” 

he takes 100 slow-mo videos of you pedaling and sets them to dramatic music. 

“LOOK AT HER QUADS.” 

absolutely wears one of your old cycling jerseys like a boyfriend hoodie. 

calls himself your water boy. shows up to your rides with snacks and says “hydration is sexy.” 

y’all do dumb dangerous races together at night just for the thrill. one time you both almost ate it trying to bunny hop a pothole. 

his love language is matching biker gloves. 

and he always stands behind you when you stretch because… reasons. 

“i respect your athleticism.” 

(he’s staring respectfully.) 

bachira meguru

street biking duo from hell. 

he doesn’t even have a real bike. it’s some janky monster-energy-themed BMX and you’re riding a $3k carbon fiber beast. 

but somehow he keeps up??? 

“it’s all in the legs, babe. and the chaos.” 

your dates are late-night races through the city where you both scream at random birds and laugh when you beat red lights. 

he draws goofy graffiti of you on buildings: “cyclist demon queen <3” with hearts and flames. 

he is genuinely obsessed with your power. like claps when you take off your helmet and your hair flips in slow-mo. 

wants pegs on your back tire so he can ride standing behind you like a badass sidekick. 

“go, my beloved velociraptor!!!” 

“meguru that’s not even the right animal–” 

nagi seishiro

he has no idea how you do this for fun. 

“you want me to... move my legs?” 

absolutely would rather be hit by a car than bike for more than five minutes. 

but he watches you ride like he’s watching a goddess in a music video. 

you once leaned down to adjust your shoe mid-ride and he was never the same. 

when you pull up to his practice to pick him up, he hops on the back like a sleepy little princess. 

“wake me when we get there.” 

falls asleep with his arms around you while you're riding 30 mph through traffic. 

he tells people, “my girlfriend’s thighs are stronger than my will to live.” 

and if someone tries to flirt with you while he’s riding behind you? 

he just peeks around and goes, “she’ll run you over.” 

shidou ryusei

this man fell in love the second he saw you hop a curb, cut off a car, flip the driver off, and speed into the distance like a neon blur. 

“nah. that’s the one.” 

his love language is biking recklessly with you. weaving between traffic, racing through yellow lights, giggling like a maniac while almost dying. 

if someone dares catcall you while you’re riding, he bikes up next to them, stares into their soul, and just smiles. 

“wanna lose your kneecaps, dumbass?” 

has definitely gotten arrested once or twice for following you into illegal races just to cheer you on. 

“baby you looked so sexy eating pavement on that last turn.” 

has a shrine in his notes app of all your biker fits. especially when your thighs are peeking out. 

and when you call him after a ride, breathless and flushed and laughing? 

he’s immediately feral. “pull up to my place. helmet on. nothing else.” 

also tries to show off by biking with no hands while texting. hits a trash can. 

“worth it.” 

itoshi sae

was absolutely unimpressed at first. like, “okay, you ride a bike. i walk.” 

then you pulled up in black cycling shorts, slick sunglasses, and passed a speeding car while eating a protein bar. 

he literally short-circuited. 

he’s not dramatic, but he hasn’t shut up about it since. 

“she’s fast. scary fast. and her legs–" 

he doesn’t even care about soccer anymore when you’re around. the second you text, “wanna ride?” he’s out the door like, “say less.” 

he doesn’t even try to race you. he just watches. 

he’s your groupie. your number one simp. the king of “you see my girl?” 

“oh, you drive a porsche? my girlfriend rides a bike and could smoke you on a roundabout.” 

casually films your sprints and slow-mos your thighs in post with royalty-free music like a whole fan cam. 

and when he sees guys stare too long at you mid-ride? 

he goes full “i’ll take your eyes out for free” mode. calmly. menacingly. 

“look away before she breaks your spine with her calf muscle.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠����

[loganslowdown4]

Roman: I was at the park today and people were installing one of those spinny… things. Like a horse tornado… for kids—

Logan:

Logan: You mean a merry-go-round?

Roman: Look, I’m not the wordsmith you are brain boy—

[finelinevogue]

grounded

summary - you ground sirius and he grounds you.

word count - 1k

pairing - sirius black x black-cat!reader

•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•

The music and cheers were loud downstairs.

It was James’ birthday after all, so of course a big celebration was in order.

You, the boys and some others had put it all together last minute. Remus and Sirius had bought drinks off someone in the year above, who definitely overcharged them, to fuel the fun. You had helped Lily put up decorations.

It was about 2 hours in to the party now and you’d slipped away.

You’d originally headed to the toilets after feeling a bit lightheaded from drinking so much, but instead found yourself laying flat on Sirius’ bed and ogling the star constellations that were carved into the ceiling of his framed bed.

There was the constellation of Orion, with Sirius carved out a little deeper than the others. The stars were joined together by shaky lines.

You smiled at you tilted your head to the star constellation next to Orion; your constellation. You hadn’t carved it, Sirius had.

He liked looking up at night and seeing you so close to him, if not in the direct sense.

The sound of the door creaked open then and you noticed Sirius stumble in, making your smile widen.

He was wearing a vintage patterned sweater with some black jeans, and his hair was half tied back with one of your bobbles just the way he likes it.

“Hello, you.” He smirked as he walked in.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You chuckled.

Sirius crossed the room and sat on the bed beside where your torso lay.

His hand came up to stroked back the loose hairs that had fallen upon your forehead. You quickly caught the opportunity to kiss his palm whilst you could.

“You’re affectionate tonight.” Sirius teased.

It was a long running joke about how the two of you had black-cat personalities and that you shouldn’t gel as well as you do, because of how unaffectionate you were to everyone. Turns out when you’re together, alone and together to be clear, you were the most affectionate people.

Sirius tried to bring you out of your shell as often as he could, but you were adamant about keeping that side of yourself concealed just for him.

“Mm,” You brought your own hand up to cup his cheek, “It’s ‘cause you’re so pretty.”

Sirius dipped his head to blush, even though you could see his cheeks burn pink. It made you smile.

“Pretty? Try, handsome.” Sirius tried to make himself seem more of a masculine adjective.

You laughed, “No! Pretty!”

“Oh alright,” Sirius gave up before be could start, “Only ‘cause I love you.”

You hummed in support.

Sirius leaned down, supporting himself by resting his hands on the pillow either side of your head. You thought he was going to instantly kiss you, but he stopped just a few spaces away from his nose touching yours.

“And you’re so pretty too.”

This time it was your turn to blush over his words.

You pretend to be not affected by his words, but the glint in your eye and the dimples that popped out onto your cheeks made him know otherwise.

“You’re super affectionate tonight too.” You snorted, “Probably ‘cause you’re drunk.”

“Yeah, drunk on love.”

Sirius didn’t let you cringe over that comment as he pressed his lips to yours, coating your spirit flavoured lips with his beer flavoured ones.

You would’ve despised the taste on anyone else but him. Sirius was too intoxicating for you to care about anything other than how he made you feel.

Sirius moved his head to the other side and you followed his lead, your body slightly moving upwards, body pressing up into his, as you chased his lips with yours.

Sirius pulled off you, only to spy your swollen lips and being enchanted once more to kiss you.

This time it was a shorter kiss and more loving.

He pulled away slowly, leaving you wanting much kid than he’d given you.

“Why are you hiding up here anyway?” He asked.

“Because I felt spinny.”

“Spinny?” Sirius chuckled.

“Mhm.”

“And how do you feel now?”

“Grounded.” Your small smile was enough to make Sirius kiss you again, pushing his lips against yours as much as he could. It was almost like the two of you couldn’t stand the thought of being so apart.

“‘Cause of me.” Sirius gloated.

“No, you idiot. ‘Cause of the stars.” You nodded your head towards the bed frame ceiling.

Sirius toppled over your body then, collapsing on his back over your torso. His head laid on your stomach and it rose and fell with each of your breaths.

Your hand went to get lose in his hair, stroking it back piece by piece to settle Sirius.

“They ground me too.” He spoke softly.

“It’s probably because it’s a reminder of us. We’ll always be together here, carved into the wood of your bed, even if we’re apart in distance.”

“Never apart forever though, right?” He asked, a hint of insecurity behind his tone.

You instantly sat up, getting over the dizziness, and leaning your head over his this time. You cupped his chin with one hand, the other still coming through his hair.

“That’s right.” You smiled, giving him a kiss to solidify that silent promise you’d just made him.

“Now just stay there, I want to admire you for a minute.” His voice so quiet and the party so loud.

“But what about the party?” You spoke in Sirius’ hushed tone.

“Ssh. I’m admiring.”

[inoreuct]

i just got a brainwave. ZOSAN DANCER AU.

zoro mainly does hip hop, sanji mostly does ballet, they’re both attending this prestigious dance academy; zoro’s a scholarship student and he thinks sanji’s an absolute fucking snob. he can’t stand the prissy rich boy three studios down, golden with all the money from his royal background— he’s a vinsmoke. he’s a prince. it’s right there on the student name list, clear as day.

he’s only seen sanji from afar and yeah, sure, maybe he shouldn’t be so quick to judge but the blond infuriates him with his stupid hair flips and his heart eyes and his mirror-hogging and the way he kneels down to retie the girls’ pointe shoe ribbons for them so that they don’t have to. he’s tall and willowy and strong and fucking talented and every time zoro sees him he wants to kick a hole through the drywall.

now, zoro doesn’t really practice in school often. he enjoys lessons well enough, but he and his crew dance their best in the streets. so when he signs up for a practice slot the one time and gets there (already fifteen minutes late, mind you) just to realise there’s a very familiar annoyance in his studio? he’s pissed. he slams the door open right as sanji executes a spinny jump thing that reaches a frankly ridiculous height, sinking to one knee with his head thrown back, the air ringing after the music’s final crescendo.

zoro doesn’t give a shit. he’s tired and hungry and needs to get his fucking step sequence clean before next week’s dance battle, and thus opens his mouth and shatters right through the thick quiet as he barks, “vinsmoke!”

and he doesn’t know why, but sanji’s gaze flicks to him and he freezes in place. the blond’s expression, just moments ago composed and focused, is dripping with something that zoro can’t quite name, but he has to stop himself from gulping when sanji gets up and beelines straight for him, jabbing a manicured finger right into his sternum without reserve.

“don’t. fucking. call me that,” the blond grits, damn near seething, jaw so tense zoro’s honestly afraid he’ll crack a tooth and it’s almost funny, but he suspects that he really did cross some sort of line, and he might be rough around the edges but he isn’t an ass.

“okay, i’m sorry,” he offers, cautious, hands up in the air. the words taste weird in his mouth, but sanji looks slightly less livid so he counts it as a win. “what do i call you, then?”

the other man looks torn between kicking zoro soundly in the shin (which zoro can already tell would hurt like a bitch) and storming out of the studio, but he huffs loudly and turns away. “black. sanji black.”

zoro hums carefully and slowly inches his way to the corner of the room, setting his duffel down much gentler than he normally does. he should really leave this alone. he has a solo he needs to practice for and dinner to catch after. so what if sanji renounced his supposedly royal last name? it didn't make him any better than every other stuck-up dancer with a superiority complex.

(he decidedly doesn’t leave it alone, because this is the first time that he’s seen cracks in the blond’s porcelain-doll facade, and he can’t help but want to dig his fingertips in and pry. he’s never claimed to have a sense of self-preservation.)

“so…” he starts, facing the barre that he’ll never use and watching sanji through the mirror. “your parents—”

“not my parents, i’m estranged,” sanji cuts in, blunt and terse, emotionless to the point where zoro knows he cares much, much more like he wants to seem like he does.

he watches sanji sit in the middle of the wooden floor and fiddle with the elastics on his weird sock shoe hybrids, going into splits with no apparent effort and pressing his torso flat to the ground. a bright blue eye meets his and zoro looks away sharply, yanking on the zipper of his duffel and grabbing his snapback to pop the closures just to look busy.

…god, fuck, zoro wants to ask so bad. estranged. that word is rapidly reshuffling his worldview regarding the man currently yanking off his knitted leg warmers behind him and tossing them to the side. he wants to know how much of all of it is real; the money, the rumours, the gleaming reputation that surrounds sanji like a shield. he’s their academy’s golden boy and a shoo-in for the principal position at its sister ballet company, once he graduates. zoro had thought of him as an absolute primadonna— put bluntly, a pompous brat. a classic silver spoon child. but even just sitting here and stewing in his thoughts, the ability to cling onto the image he’d admittedly half made up in his head is rapidly slipping away from him.

it’s painfully obvious that sanji can talk the talk and walk the walk. jump the jump? “hey, what was that spinny jump thing you did just now?” jesus christ. zoro winces; his voice is so loud against the silence that he nearly puts his head in his hands.

“mm?” sanji’s voice isn’t even strained as he sits up from where he’d had his face pressed to his knees, forearms around his feet. how a person could even fold that far forward, zoro would never understand.

“the— the jump thing. when i came in.”

“oh, the double entrelacé?”

zoro squints. “the fuck kind of name is ontrolassay?”

“it means interlace in french, you—” the blond seems to struggle with choosing an insult before he finally lands on, “—goonhead. although i wouldn’t expect you to be able to appreciate it.”

the KT tape on zoro’s calf rolls back at the edge as he rubs over it absentmindedly, and he quickly stops. that shit isn’t cheap. but he’s more concerned about why he'd been doing it in the first place, because he only does that when he thinks, and zoro has enough self-awareness to know that when he thinks too hard it usually doesn’t end well. he’s all instinct— and something in the back of his mind is telling him that sanji is tired.

the blond isn’t just a pretty boy with no bite, that much is obvious. but now, with the sky dark outside the full-length windows and the air still and silent, it’s easier for him to see the weariness that sanji hides with all his fawning and flirting and smiles. he eyes the other man in his peripheral and clocks it settled bone-deep in the weight of sanji’s eyelids, the parting of his hair, the curve of his back.

he turns around properly to look at sanji over his shoulder and thinks, ah, fuck it. he’d been late to begin with and he’s spent so long here fiddling with his fucking hat under the guise of doing something important that half of his hour-long slot is gone, anyway. “the crew and i are going for pizza. come with.” a smirk pulls at his mouth as he cocks his head. “or are you gonna die if you eat something other than rabbit food?”

the blond looks up with an arched brow and a scowl. “you fucking wish,” sanji scoffs, but after a moment he gets up and starts tossing things into his bag. “it better be makino’s. arlong’s pizza dough tastes like sardines no matter what you get.”

zoro would have been impressed if sanji knew any neighbourhood pizza places to begin with, but this sounds like he has experience. “of course it’s makino’s, curly. we have standards.”

“i wouldn’t have known,” sanji sniffs delicately. “and curly?”

“yeah.” zoro shrugs, the strap of his bag digging in over his baggy tee as he stands. “your hair, your brows, your spinny jump thing—”

“double entrelacé.”

zoro makes a like i said gesture with his hands, grinning broadly. “spinny jump thing.”

sanji sighs as he tosses his hair out of his face. zoro gets a glimpse of two sapphire eyes, blue as the heart of a flame. “you’re a barbarian.” the blond shoulders him aside and snaps the lights off, pulling the door shut as he fishes out the keys. “and you’re buying.”

zoro hums non-committally and deliberately neglects to mention that makino’s fond of both luffy, his best friend, and luffy’s godfather shanks— which means that the whole crew basically eats free on late weekdays like these. on a side note, shanks has a thing with his own dad, mihawk, but they refuse to admit it. it’s infuriating. maybe he’ll rope sanji into helping to get them together before christmas because he has a bet running with nami and it is not looking good for him.

they walk out into the brisk night air as he flips his snapback onto his head, picking up the pace when he sees sanji shiver. “i drove, c’mon.”

“oh, you’ve been driving,” sanji says airily, raising his brows again as he digs around in his well-loved canvas bag for his cardigan. it’s pink and it’s cashmere, because of course it is. “driving me crazy.”

zoro doesn’t even realise he laughs until after it’s left his mouth and sanji is looking at him with wide eyes, blue, blue and more blue. he clears his throat. “let’s hope i don’t crash, then. did i mention i’m half blind on the left side?”

he cackles as sanji squawks at that, half-terrified and disbelieving, and on the way to makino’s he explains how he’d gotten into a scooter accident with luffy as a kid. (“of course you did,” sanji mutters, rolling his eyes. there’s no malice to it.) his crew’s already waiting for him when they arrive; to his dismay (or is it?), sanji hits it off with them marvellously.

zoro finds out that sanji’s biological family is royal, sure. royal assholes. sanji had run away one day and the bastards hadn’t done a damn thing to make sure he was alright, which, he supposes, made sense considering sanji had literally run away. (he isn't given a reason. he doesn't push.) and yet vinsmoke judge still refuses to let sanji change his name, which means that sanji’s father zeff had never been able to legally adopt him. he pays his own school fees working at zeff’s restaurant; not as a waiter but as a chef, and at this point zoro resigns himself to seeing this guy around a lot more because luffy’s already vibrating with excitement and in this friend group, luffy somehow always gets what he wants. sanji’s in it for the long haul now.

but it doesn’t seem like such a horrible thing anymore. zoro almost feels bad for thinking that sanji had been some kind of spoiled brat the whole time, and isn’t that something? the blond is quick to laugh and hardworking and snarky and proud, yes, but it’s deserved solely based on how much he’s trained to get to where he is— he’s damn good and he knows it, and zoro can appreciate that.

(he takes that last bit and shoves it into a box that he locks up tight and buries deep, deep down. he will Not be thinking about that tonight.)

he’s impressed all over again as he watches the sanji inhale an entire four cheese pizza and five garlic knots to boot, and he laughs when the blond gives him a petulant glare.

“fuck off, marimo, i’ve been training all day. m’fucking starving,” he groans through another mouthful of garlic and cheese, elegantly hiding his mouth behind his hand.

oh, hell no. “marimo?” zoro deadpans. “really?”

“not inaccurate,” nami hums from beside him, and he nearly smacks his forehead to the table. he cannot let these two get along. that would be the beginning of his own personal hell.

it’s too late. “small and green and fluffy,” sanji coos, faux-condescending as he reaches out to pet zoro on the head, and zoro snaps his teeth at slender fingers. he listens to sanji meld effortlessly into his friend group and wonders just what he's gotten himself into.

(there is warmth blooming between his ribs. he knows it will grow no matter what he does.)

they get closer as the weeks go by. zoro learns that sanji hates oregano with more vitriol than should be possible towards a herb. he learns the blond’s favourite brand of dance shoes (he knows that they’re suede slippers now, considering he got beaten over the head with them). he learns that sanji’s left arm never healed completely right from where his oldest brother snapped it when they were children, and he has to dig his nails into his palm so that he doesn’t punch something. sanji drags him into an empty studio one day and tells him to lift his leg as high as he can, which devolves into a stretching session that zoro is more inclined to call torture. sanji is adamant that having at least some degree of flexibility will help him dance more fluidly and loosen up his muscles. zoro tells him to eat shit.

(he goes home, and stretches, and he’s mad as hell because sanji’s right.)

the whole crew goes to the ballet course’s end-of-semester recital and nearly gets kicked out with how loudly they scream when sanji finishes his presentation. zoro throws a rose along with everyone else and pretends that he doesn’t.

(sanji pretends that he doesn’t find the exact one zoro tossed and press it to his nose as he sits in the dressing room backstage, his classmates bustling around him not enough to break his bubble of makeup mirror lighting and silky red petals and the memory of keen grey eyes, watching from the darkness of the audience seats.)

(zoro had been the first one to stand when he’d bowed. he’d cheered the loudest. sanji saw him. sanji heard him.)

zoro doesn't realise how much he talks about sanji until his sister threatens to peel the skin off his face if you don't ask him to come watch nationals, zoro, i swear to all that is unholy— and he shudders. perona is... terrifying. he also loves her terrifyingly much, but that won't stop her from peeling his face off, so he drops sanji a text with the details of the national finals of the dance battle that he was supposed to be training for that fateful day. he's too chickenshit to do anything else. too much of a coward to ask him face-to-face.

they win. their friends and family flood the stage. zoro looks for one face only. he feels a hand on his shoulder, whips around with his heart pounding and oh, he's here. radiant under the stadium lights, hair gleaming like brazened honey, eyes bluer than the sky and his smile even brighter. zoro opens his mouth to say something. anything.

sanji crashes into his arms and kisses him, and he feels like the fucking king of the world.

(the wolf-whistles only register when he realises sanji's legs are wrapped around his hips, his hands beneath strong thighs, but sanji is flushed so brilliantly pink and he looks so happy that zoro doesn't even care. luffy's elbow loops around his neck, nami crashing into his back, usopp coming in fast from the right, and sanji wiggles down to slide his arms around zoro's waist and tuck right up against his side. the trophy shines in his fist as he raises it high above the crowd and his nakama press in tight around him, and zoro screams and cheers with them until his throat goes hoarse.)

(mihawk and shanks get together three days later. sanji and zoro split the money nami begrudgingly forks over and then buy the whole crew pizza.)

[butterflydm]

Wheel of Time s3 Trailer!

It is here! <3 (was I refreshing the prime video page over and over until it appeared? yes, yes I was)

Okay, two and half minute trailer, here we go!

First impressions: I was just watching rapt the whole time, but there was excited screaming going on inside my head. It looks so epic! Things that stood out right away -- we see Liandrin confronted by the Hall of the Tower, we get a bit more of the drinking scene with the boys, looks like Egwene finds out about Lanfear & Rand by running across them in TAR (ouch), we get Elayne giving Rand political advice.

Second impressions, with pausing and studying the scenes more:

We start with a shot of the group in the Aiel Waste, walking in the distance.

The next shot is, I think, from the stills of the Wondergirls dressed up on horses -- looks like Egwene is taking the lead. That's from her Accepted Test, so I'm thinking we might get the Wondergirls doing to Rand what Liandrin & Co were doing in the first scenes of the series when they were chasing down that man who could channel.

Long-haired guy standing in a river. Quality is either not good enough to tell who he is, or I haven't seen him before.

We get Siuan confronting Liandrin in the Hall -- and there's Nynaeve, as a witness against Liandrin, is my guess. We get several shots of the confrontation here and then out in the streets. I count either five or six BA sisters with her, I think. Definitely see Joiya.

We have Egwene already noting the cracks in the Tower: "This Tower is destroying itself from the inside out". That does make me feel like we're likely to get the coup this season, for it to be called out that directly.

"Moiraine setting up the stakes of why the Tower being in civil conflict is bad for Rand and the world. Then we get some shots of the Battle of the Two Rivers, I think.

Rand is looking at the portrait of Mat, cute cute. And Perrin does smile in this scene too! That's good.

Lan warning Nynaeve that ALL of them are in danger (per the changes the show set forth in s1 with Fain telling Perrin that all of the ta'veren are of interest)

Oooh, I think that's a shot of Nynaeve being interrogated by Moghedien in Tanchico!

Faile and Perrin in the orchards. I wonder if this is going to be about his family that Jordan invented for Shadow Rising or if it's going to be about Laila.

So... is Lanfear trying to overwrite/play a re-do on Rand's memories of Egwene? The two of them sitting on that mountainside is very much like Rand and Egwene sitting together in the first episode.

And again, it looks like TAR is how Egwene finds out that Rand was with Lanfear last season, and we'll get her asking him if he loves Lanfear.

Hmm, that scene with Egwene and the Aiel woman in TAR looks like it's the scene with her and Amys, but is that the actress playing one of the other Wise Ones?

Egwene is going to have flashbacks to being damane. :-(

Dragon tattoos!

The glass columns!

Oooh, the silver rings! They look neat!

Yeah, confirmed that the spinny futures are what she sees in the rings.

the picture quality isn't good enough for me to be sure but: is that Elayne or Morgase on the Lion throne there? Might be confirmation that we're going to get to see Elayne's Accepted Test too? Or it might be a Morgase flashback?

Mierin scene! Our final flashback in the glass columns, I assume.

Also! Elayne and Rand convo <3 <3 <3 <3

"Make them believe in you and they will follow you to the ends of the earth." Wearing the same shirt that we saw in the "Drinking with Aviendha" still. She's so sincere here. I love her so much. Giving Rand politics lessons my beloved.

In conclusion: AAAAAAAAH!

[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 19: Spanking

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x male reader

This guy

Warnings: Kissing, no actual sexy times, jealousy, marking, funishment, BDSM? spanking DUH

Word count: 1147

You were just having a normal conversation with Yuji, who's probably the sweetest person you know.

"I fucking hate that geriatric fuck of a principal." You stated sourly, referring to the Kyoto school's principal, the weird guitar dude.

"He is pretty weird." Yuji agreed, not quite sharing your fiery hatred of the man.

"That whole Kyoto school is pretty weird, except for Todo I don't like any of them." You exclaimed.

"You like Todo?" he asked, surprised that you would like someone such as him.

"He's a silly guy, and hot, just a loveable teddy bear that I want to plow me." You said bluntly and with a straight face. It was after this declaration of thinking someone is kind of attractive is when Megumi appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

"Who's hot?" Megumi asked a little too quickly.

"Just Todo." You responded.

"Why?" He questioned again, "He's just a big fanboy who's dumber than rocks."

"Big being the operative word here." You said, catching Megumi off guard.

"He still calls me his brother; I don't know what's up with that." Yuji said.

"Well clearly not, compared to you he looks like a hunchback." You joked, causing both you and Yuji to giggle, while Megumi's face remained emotionless, maybe even a tad frustrated.

"No one compares to your beauty." Yuji joked back, bringing up even more laughter.

"Period." You said, then snapping your fingers. This causes Yuji to burst out into laughter, even gaining a smile from Megumi.

"Straight boys like you love me when I do that." You exclaimed, referring to Yuji.

"Bold of you to assume I'm straight." Yuji said before kissing your cheek, causing you to unknowingly blush. That's when Megumi breaks his long-standing silence.

"That reminds me why I'm over here. Y/N, could you come with me?" Megumi asked, seeming semi upset.

"What about Yuji saying, 'Bold of you to assume I'm straight' and then kissing me reminds you of coming over here?" You asked, a little snicker coming from Yuji in the background.

"Just come with me." Megumi demanded before grabbing your arm, pulling you away from poor sweet Yuji.

"Holy shit fine, got the message." You said, Megumi is still pulling you along with him.

"Goodbye Pookie." Yuji called out as you were being dragged away.

"Byesie daisies, love of my life." You called back, causing you both to giggle at each other, this also makes Megumi hold on to your arm tighter and walk faster.

"So, what did you want?" You asked. Megumi stays silent, just dragging you along with him to who knows where and to do who knows what, hopefully fucking.

You were a bit of a man whore, having mini crushes on Yuji, Megumi, Yuta, and even your teacher Gojo. If any of those men made a move, you would be putty in their hands, which is exactly what you are when Megumi brings you to his room and instantly shuts the door, slams you against the wall, and begins to kiss you roughly.

You obviously reciprocate, hands already going to undo the buttons of his shirt, but he stops you after only popping the first two.

"Stop." He ordered simply, holding your hands between his own. "You need to be punished."

"Punished?" You questioned, looking at him with your hand, now gone from his grasp, resting on your popped hip. "We're not in Fifty Shaded of fucking Gray here."

"Shut up." He said simply, which you obey, already getting caught up in his dick sand.

He then proceeds to pull up his comfy spinny chair, sitting down on it and gesturing for you to get on his lap, which you do quickly. He returns to kissing you, his tongue entering your mouth.

He dominates your tongue with ease, even putting it between his teeth and lightly biting it. He then takes your tongue out of his mouth and proceeds to go down to your neck.

He leaves light kisses throughout, with the occasional lick or two. For such an anti-social weirdo he really seems like he knows what he's doing, which is only further proven when his light kisses turn into rough bites.

He wants people to know who you belong to, and they will after he's done with you.

Megumi then flips you over, so your stomach is on his legs, your pants are also gone, all of which happening within an instant and before you could even tell what's going on.

"Wha-" He cuts you off.

"Like I said, you need to be punished for being such a fucking slut." He's rubbing your bare ass all the while, not that you're complaining.

He does this for a while until suddenly and without warning slaps your ass the force of a truck. You scream from the pain, though not just because it hurts. A bright red handprint starts to form on your left cheek. He goes back to rubbing your ass sensually, almost as if he didn't just hit you there mere seconds earlier.

"Told you." Which is all Megumi says before going straight back to slapping your other cheek. You scream even louder this time because his slap was even harder, if that's even possible.

"Ready?" Megumi asked, catching you off guard since he didn't ask the two times he previously did this. You answer with a nod, but that's not good enough for him. "Use your words."

"Yes." You answered quickly. That's all Megumi needs before going back to slapping you bare ass, this time going one spank after another.

He almost has a rhythm with it, going one after the other in perfect timing. The sounds of his spanking, along with your screaming/moaning fill the room and probably the hallway. His slaps are truly relentless.

At first it just hurt like a bitch, maybe a slight undertone of sexual pleasure, but now you are moaning your ass off, literally. Tears begin to form in your eyes from the pain of his continuous slaps.

You start to think that it will never end, both terrifying and exciting. You belong to belief all at once. But sadly(?), he stops his force of 1,000 supernova spankings.

Megumi sensually rubs your completely red and sensitive ass, putting it back on his lap as he wipes the tears from your eyes.

"Did you learn your lesson?" He asked, giving you a kind smile that completely contrasts what he was just doing.

"Fuck off." You started before getting up and off his lap, heading out the door, but before you did you offered a wink to Megumi and then kissed his cheek. "Hopefully."

He begins to blush, his confident persona totally forgotten at your act of affection.

You walk into the hallway, walking down to your own room, rubbing your sore and hurt ass. That's when Yuji runs into you.

"What the fuck happened?" He asked.

THE END

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Finally Watched Cinderella's Castle Digital Ticket (Twice) and I Gotta Get My Feelings Out Somewhere, Somehow (Part I)

Feel free to light up my DMs to chat about it!

And now, for my personal highlights/live reactions:

immediately I'm drawn in by Nick Lang's silly narrator voice and the way he warns us of what's coming. Especially the "muRrrDder!"

Jeff Blim cut his hair. JEFF BLIM CUT HIS HAIR. Not that I didn't like the long locks, but something about his Aladdin Era short hair gets me, man.

Jeff Blim literally getting to own the stage like the man was born to

Jeff Blim's slutty bard getup with the artfully messy hair and the heavy guyliner. That sinful bastard.

"Let's go." I'll follow you anyway, slutty bard.

Okay 80s rock jam! Hell yes.

idk why but I just love the line "There are tales in those walls, are they true or are they tall?"

THIS SET, THO. 80s vibes. Muppets vibes. Princess Bride vibes. Spooky, ethereal fairytale vibes. I love it! Props to the team who designed and built it.

prance, slutty bard boy, prance around that stage.

Jesus Fuck, I've only seen Joey's puppet but I'm already SOLD. Nick and Matt Lang and whoever else had a hand in making these puppets fucking OUTDID themselves! Did they use the Black Book and resurrect Jim Henson?

Throughout the show, the muppet vibes just absolutely amaze and delight me. Makes me feel like a little kid, spellbound by this fairytale. Except it's much darker, more gruesome, way more explicit, and extremely horny.

Oh look, it's Joey's Jingle/Jangle (whichever elf he was) voice from Black Friday.

Love me some o' dat non-binary representation from Ragweed. Starkid once again screaming GAY RIGHTS bitches.

I'm getting some of Jeff's Aragog from AVPS in this Narrator. Anyone else?

Stupid STUPID butcher!

Jon Matteson's accent. *giggles madly*

Angela IMMEDIATELY having to pause for applause before she finishes her first freaking line. The queen deserves it all, though.

The foreshadowing of the Stepmother cutting off Ella's feet. O_O

"It's furryyyyy and fouuuuul and full o' maGOTTTSSaaaaaggghhhh!"

Angela doing the little spinny finger thing in a guy's face to fluster them just like Max did to her character in Nerdy Prudes. I love these physical running gags. My fave being the Smoke Club, though.

OIIIINK oinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoink

Sir Preston asking for help from the audience. His "ELLAaaaaa....nooooo....."

The lighting in this entire show is SO COOL.

Again, Jeff just louging like a whore about the set like its his bitch. I live for it.

James' COSTUME. He looks SO FUCKING GOOD. Props to the costume folks...and to James' rockin' genes.

"But nothing compares to the juice and the hairs..." Oh no. Ohhhhh no I see where this is going. Don't say it, James, don't-- omg he said it.

er ee er ee er ee *window rolling down*

I thought the Prince drawing bewbies on the frosty window was funny already, and then he goes WAH WAH WAH and pretends to pinch them and I fucking lost it.

The Prince checkin' out DAT AZZZZZZ XD

"I'd wager she's wetter now than when I first found her bobbing in the river." OH MY GOD. PRINCE. THAT'S HER NOT-MOM.

If his highness has had every STD and beaten it, that's so fucked up but also damn, that boy's immune system is killin' it. Literally.

"Poor mad EllaAH"

"This is one thirsty FUCKING house." For real, omg.

"The offer stands firm. Come calling if you are!" *screams*

Jeff miming being crew and pulling the ropes for the curtains.

*audience member sneezes* "Bless you."

Angela's diction is next fucking level. PUNY. PINK. KIND.

The epic troll reveal! The puppets are SO GOOD.

THE FROG FUCKING TURNING AWAY AS SHE ASKED FOR IT TO DO SO SHE COULD KILL IT. CHRIST.

This bayou boogie song of Ella's is an absolute KILLER BOP. Holy shit. And it's SO perfect for Bryce's funky, sassy voice.

Speaking of which, BRYCE'S VOCALS. I'm gonna scream about them for forever and ever and ever. I love her voice SO FUCKING MUCH. I could listen to nothing else for the rest of my days and die a happy little gay.

"ohhhh woah woah waohhh" *flips the bird* She's such a queen for that.

"It needs oregano" WORK BITCH

Bryce's stage presence is fucking INSANE. I dunno how she's not on Broadway, but thank goodness we got her!

SIRE MANY TADPOLES!

GOD I love this absolutely depraved, horny little bastard of a prince.

It's amazing Tadeus hasn't murdered the prince yet. The man deserves a medal for the literal shit he's put up with.

Bugette?! I thought you choked on shit died and were consumed by the Hive Queen?

Rancilda being a typical troll and loving lurking under bridges and telling riddles.

Schuyler Sister vibes from the song with Justine and Lucy. So cute.

Justine and Lucy are SUCH real ones for IMMEDIATELY believing Ella about her family being trolls and for saying "fuck the ball, we're leaving NOW."

Shake dat ass, Mariah!

Lauren's physical comedy as Rancilda is NEXT LEVEL. I'm wheezing over here!

iSNn'tT it A BiiIItTcH?!

I LOOK GOOD IN THIS. What an absolute fucking BANGER. This song is gonna play in my head on repeat for the next decade. What a next level villain song.

Also this gives me some strongass Joan Jett vibes. "I love wearin' the skin of dead girls rock 'n' roll!"

and I hEEeaARr yoU'Re RiiiCCHhH

Seriously, is this the next Top Chart breakup revenge song? It should be.

"I really LIKE that song!" XD Putrice. I love how much of an absolute BIMBO she is.

Rancilda singing the song again. "SHUT UP STUPID BITCH, THE SONG'S OVER." "Okaaaaiiii"

Matt Dahan's ability to riff off the main songs and create motifs is otherworldly.

General MacNamara? Is that you?! Oh wait, nope. Still my slutty, slutty bard.

I LOOOOOOOVE this badass electric guitar intro, holy shit.

Kim Whalen, the queen, getting the bitchin' entrance she deserves.

Starkid is so, so good at their sound design to help immerse you in a scene without blowing a big budget or doing anything elaborate.

...Kim. My girl. Your arms must be tired.

She's just standing there, but Kim's stage presence is still so strong.

I can't get over how Jon's Sir Hops-A-Lot's voice is just a small...ahem. Hop, skip, and a jump away from Wiggly's.

JOEY. THAT ACCENT. You ABSOLUTE genius idiot. I love you for this stupidass voice.

Joey's bowl cut makes me giggle like mad.

I love these two puppets SO much.

GIT IT, KIM.

The call and response bit with Ella and the Goddess reminds me of Hamilton when Washington is dictating his Farewell Address. I know it's gotta be in other musicals, too, but that's the clearest comparison for this nerd at the moment.

Jeff sneaking in the "castle on a hill" song reference in this song.

Kim and Bryce dueting together is just Power incarnate. Holy cow. It's so good.

"You shall be as radiant and terrible as I." Ooooooh. Yes. Gimme.

The Narrator sneaking out from amidst the ensemble to finish off the song was really neat.

That fading spotlight before curtain for intermission with just Ella's face in view is so beautiful and haunting. What an epic close to Act I.

Also, it seems like this was also a strategic way to imply Ella's outfit being transformed there on stage during the song without actually having to do the tricky costume designing quick-change theater miracles of an ACTUAL outfit transformation. Which is really brilliant. Leave the audience to wonder until post-intermission about what Ella's starlight dress will look like.

[foggyinphx]

Everything left for episode 9!

Punisher versus dirty cops

AVTF raid on Matt's apt featuring backup from the Punisher, including the duo leaping from the balcony

Karen and her car

Karen and (presumably) Daredevil in Josies

Matt and Karen go through an NM&P box and discuss Foggy

Matt's edition of the "when i was a boy" monologue before putting on his helmet

Daredevil in Josies (spinny camera through the window)

Dex and the broken interior door window

Wilson's bloody hand and handkerchief

The grusome practical special effect involving Fisk

Bloody Wilson and Vanessa on the couch immediately after the gala

Wilson and Vanessa toasting in front of Rabbits in a Snowstorm

Muse mural of Daredevil

[brooklynstrangler]

I'm sorry but as a trans woman I don't like being boxed into a lot of "trans girl culture." My social media algorithms seem to think my ideal life is being adopted into a polycule of puppygirls named April or Madeline who all wear Amazon basics skirts and spin around and say "skirt go spinny" when all I really want is to kick back with cis girls named like Makayla or Chloe and sip girly drinks and offer snarky insight about boys and one of us forgot to bring a hair tie but it's okay cause I have a ton in my purse.

No hate to transfem culture, obviously. That's just not what I want.

[formosusiniquis]

i'll play giles, you be spike

ao3 summer reading starts on monday, your local children's librarian (me) is grabby handing any inspiration they can and running with it.

"There's a vampire in the nonfiction section." Steve says in a harsh whisper that feels louder than if he’d just shouted it from across the room at Robin like he’d wanted to in the first place.

She finishes her spinny chair rotation before saying, "And other rejected Bailey School kid titles. What game is this?"

"It's not a game!” He drops the stack of go-backs he was about to put on the shelf in a thump on the counter. His preference for taking small stacks instead of wheeling the whole cart has served him well both for his sense of dramatics and for his ability to stealth. “There is a Kiefer Sutherland Lost Boys vampire in the nonfiction stacks. Or he’s really more like the dark haired one."

"There really is something for everyone at the library." She says with a dreamy sigh, bringing her folded hands up to her face.

"Robin! Could you be serious for five seconds?"

"Could you? Why are you jumping to vampire when it's obviously just a goth patron?”

He leans further across the desk so he can whisper more aggressively in her face. “Because he was in the 800’s Robin, nobody just goes into the 800’s.”

“Plenty of people go into the 800's, that's where all of the poetry and short stories are?”

“Oh yeah, all the poetry and short stories Diana buys. You tell me the last time you remember a new poetry book hitting the collection that wasn’t for Adelle back in Kids and maybe I’ll believe you about vampire guy.”

She sputters, because he’s right, and he had to listen to her complain about how she never would have heard of Gay Poems for Red States if their digital collection on Libby weren’t so much better stocked than their physical collection. And he’s right about this. 

“You’re not right about this, but let’s pretend you are. Why don’t you go out and live your Bella Swan fantasy then, dingus.”

“Because he’s super hot and intimidating-”

“-and you want him to bite you.”

“And,” he says loud enough that Mrs. Willis over on the computer shushes him. “And you don’t get to make fun of me just because some perky blonde hasn’t shown up to help you live out your little Tinkerbelle fairy fantasy.”

“Excuse me,” a warm, raspy voice pipes up from behind Steve, he doesn’t have to turn to be certain of who it belongs to. But he does, because he gets off on that edge of self-embarrassment and also it’s his literal job.

“How can I help you?”

The bulky leather jacket the guy has on, even though it’s May and basically already the summer, must have him hot. There’s a flush staining his face that is not a point away from Steve’s vampire theory even if he knows Robin is already thinking that it is. He’s wearing a shirt that says Corroded Coffin which is where vampires live, he knows that much even if he never can successfully keep up with Dracula Daily any year he tries.

“Yeah, so I made a bet with a friend that I could find a really specific piece of information before her by going to the library instead of using the internet.” Robin sucks in a sharp breath between her teeth, the sound of Steve’s wince. “I’m playing the long odds, Google kind of sucks now, so I think I’ve got a chance.”

“Steve can help you out,” Robin volunteers, standing up on the foot rest of her wheely chair to give his shoulder a shove. “He’s the best at finding things in the dark, secluded stacks where the cameras can’t see you.”

“Um…”

“Did you already know what you were looking for?” Steve asks, just to stop what is currently happening. “If it’s just the book not being where it’s at I can help you find it. Nonfiction is a pain, and people are always trying to be helpful and put things away; but I guess Hawkins Elementary isn’t teaching decimals like they used to.”

He couldn’t be rambling any worse if he were actually Robin and not the other timeshare owner of their worst brain cell.

Hot vampire guy just watches, a little amused but his smile is closed lipped, because he’s obviously trying to hide his vampire fangs. Not that Steve has a problem with being the hapless victim at the beginning of the Buffy episode, everybody has to go sometime and  if it’s via a hotter Spike it’s better than the way he always assumed he would die (as a casualty of one of Henderson’s sketchy science experiments.)

“I have a confession,” hot vampire guy says, they’ve made it back to where Steve remembers him standing before. 

“Yeah,” he prompts, idly scanning the shelf in front of him. Hopefully projecting whatever air of openness that gets strangers to confess their darkest sins to him unprompted at nine in the morning, so that this hot stranger feels comfortable admitting that he’s a sexy creature of the night.

“I don’t actually need anything from this row, our bet was actually about whether or not you and your coworker are an item.”

Well that wasn’t at all what Steve was hoping he would say. Hot guy -- probably a human hot guy since it is five o’clock and the sun is still high in the sky -- isn’t looking at him. He's straightening up the short story collections and bringing them up neatly to the edge of the shelf, letting his fingers gently flirt with some of the spines in lingering and wanting glances.

“Yeah, we're not together, and you're not her type. Sorry to be the bearer of that bad news.”

Hot guy sputters, mouth opening wide in his haste to deny his interest and revealing moderately sharp but definitely human canines and incisors.. Unfortunate, since Steve doesn't trust anyone who isn't a little obsessed with Robin like he is.

“She seems great,” he says when he's finished spitting all over the books, “she's just not really my type either. Seems like she's more into literary fiction and I’m looking for a guy who’s into campy horror and bad sci-fi.”

“The Star Trek novelizations aren’t bad sci-fi,” he says by rote, having spent too much time with the most annoying nerds in the world who only appreciated door stops that had ‘literary merit.’ Then the rest of the sentence catches up with him. “Oh!”

Hot guy smiles, and smug isn’t something that Steve usually finds attractive but it’s working on him. “I’m Eddie,” he says, “and if you’ll give me a second to win this bet you can tell me how you feel about maybe going out with someone who only plays a vampire on paper.”

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

My 2024 gif wrapped! Thanks @cordiallyfuturedwight and @yooboobies for the tag! This is such a fun idea!

So without further ado, here are my most popular and my personal favorite gifs for each month in 2024. I started this blog in February this year, so no January (cuz I guess I didn't make any gifs on my other blogs that month???), but here's February through December! December only had one set, tho I do have some more sets I'd like to do, and of course Tae's bday is coming up. But alas lol

I am going to add another category tho! Most underrated, which'll be the post I personally think should have gotten more notes than it did. And I also added the most popular, my favorite, and most underrated posts of 2024 overall!

Tagging @faunandfloraas and @sunlightfeeling <3

February most popular: 'Butter' sketch day 1 pink mullet Yoongi my favorite: 'Butter' sketch day 1 rap line most underrated: 'Butter' sketch day 1 Taehyung

March most popular: 'Butter' sketch day 3 Jimin my favorite: Agust D trilogy AND Yoongi's birthday set most underrated: he can do all three AND kimutaku Mark & Lona CM

April most popular: 'Daechwita' the mad king my favorite: the most important set i've ever made most underrated: kimutaku Mark & Lona CM campfire

May most popular: 'D-DAY' The Original spot #2 my favorite: PTD LA bouncy spinny boy AND 2018 anpanman yoonjin most underrated: BTS Home Party Yoongi's hip action

June most popular: 'Amygdala' MV Yoongi lying in the rain my favorite: Yoongi's teddy bear AND Agust D trilogy the king said most underrated: World Wide Modest on the tonight show

July most popular: 'Haegum' MV chopsticks my favorite: PTD LA Yoongi's shoulders most underrated: 'Amygdala' sketch cutie patootie

August most popular: PTD LA Jimin intro my favorite: BS&T yoonmin redux AND tiny Yoongi most underrated: 'Butter' sketch taegi redux AND PTD LA Jin intro

September most popular: PTD LA vocal line my favorite: PTD LA rap line AND Summer Day pink Yoongi most underrated: BS&T yoonminseok

October most popular: Me, Myself, and Jimin 'Chaos' my favorite: Summer Day pink Yoongi :| most underrated: Summer Day OT7 AND Summer Day pink Yoongi :0

November most popular: vibin' my favorite: mnet comeback sleepy boy most underrated: this 'Snooze' set

December most popular: Jin's birthday set my favorite: Jin's birthday set most underrated: Jin's birthday set

2024 Overall most popular: 'Haegum' MV chopsticks my favorite: PTD LA bouncy spinny boy most underrated: BS&T yoonminseok