#him of mob and the fact that these reminders are in place bc mob no longer is

[grimalkinmessor]

Sometimes I think about the MP100 S3 finale and Reigen saying "You don't need me anymore" but never saying anything about him not needing Mob anymore, how it was basically a goodbye and that's why he started to cry, because he wanted it to last forever, because he's going to miss him more than anything, and the fact that afterwards we skip six months into the future where the city is fixed, where Tome works at Spirits & Such alongside Serizawa, but there are no new desks so it implies that Mob no longer works there, that he's moved on with his life and is only visiting a fond memory by attending Reigen's birthday, making up for the last one he missed, throwing cake in Reigen's face because the reverence is gone they're no longer Master and Disciple but they're still old friends even if they've grown rapidly apart, and how Reigen was holding back tears seeing everyone there but in particular facing Mob's direction, and in the spinoff Reigen looks up at the fake Mob who's still in his school uniform and he doesn't even fight back against it even though he has to know it's not real because he misses those days even though he knows he shouldn't—and then I just

[traumxrei-archive]

【 shared breaths, beating hearts 】

prompt #7: They were hiding from the teachers/others and it’s very close quarters in here, he could feel their body against his (ft. ruggie bucchi, azul ashengrotto, rook hunt, jade leech)

gn! prefect (you/yours), drabbles, word count: 1.4k

a/n: hello. i’m back at it. bc i’m determined to finish these asap. also bc it’s nice to write something short n sweet in between the other longer stuff i’m currently writing. enjoy ^^

Ruggie Bucchi

"Ruggie, what—!"

"Shh!" Ruggie pressed a palm against your mouth, his heart thudding in his chest. He had finally lost the mob of angry students a few turns back, and you just happened to be the lone person in the hallway.

So what did he do? Well, he dragged you into the storage closet with him.

"If ya keep quiet, I'll tell you what's happening," Ruggie whispered into the space between you two. Thinking about it now, this storage closet was quite cramped...

"Those students were...a little mad that I got the last sandwich for Leona-san," Ruggie swallowed, trying to ignore the fact that you were practically pressed against him.

Your hand grabbed at his lapel, "You used Laugh With Me?"

"Shishishi~ You know me too well," Ruggie could see your glower and he pouted. "I didn't steal it. I just stopped them from getting to the sandwich before I did." You sighed, and Ruggie swallowed as he felt your breath hitting his neck.

That was the exact moment that you leaned forward, your head landing on his shoulder.

Ruggie felt his heartbeat against his throat when he spoke, "W-What...what are you–?"

"I'm leaning on you."

"Yes, but," Ruggie felt your arms snaking around his waist, making his fur stand on end. "No, I meant why?"

"If we're going to be stuck here, I want to be comfortable," You grumbled and Ruggie felt himself stiffen again as you hugged him tighter.

He...really brought this upon himself. So he can't technically be mad, per se, but it was still dangerous. He just hoped that you wouldn't be able to hear the way his heart was beating like crazy.

Ruggie rested his chin on your head. Well…this wasn’t that bad either. If he had the excuse to hug you like this, feeling your warmth seeping right into his bones, then he would definitely milk the moment for all it was worth. After all, there was no place in the world he would rather be than your arms.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul was in trouble. And this time he didn’t have a convenient scapegoat to blame for his headache. Rather, he caused this problem all on his own. How else could he explain the fact that he was hiding underneath a grand piano with his…crush?

“Uh, Azul?” You whispered, and he stifled a gasp. It served as a reminder of how little space there was under here. For such a big piano, you would think that there would be more space. “Why are we hiding?"

“I…”

Why were they hiding? Long story short, Azul had been caught playing the piano by you. And then he heard the twins coming down the hallway. And then he panicked, pushing the tarp over the piano and dragging you under with him. The normal Azul wouldn’t have panicked. He would have put the piano away before the twins could see, and all would be well.

But there was nothing normal about how hard his heart was beating right now.

“The twins always tease me whenever they catch me playing,” It was an excuse that he was pulling out of his ass, but it was better than admitting ‘your presence startled me enough that I lost my cool’.

He fought not to flinch when your hand suddenly landed on top of his, “Oh, I’m sorry, I… I just wanted to say that you shouldn’t be ashamed, your playing was amazing.”

If he didn’t die from the mortification he would feel if the twins found him hiding underneath a piano with you, then he would certainly die from the sweetness of your words. Coupled with the fact that he could see the smile on your face, it was a lethal combination. He hated how weak he was to you.

“Huh. I never noticed how blue your eyes were,” You said, as if you just made a passing comment on the weather.

Oh Sevens, take him now. Azul would not last another five minutes with you.

Rook Hunt

Rook had hid in his fair share of bushes in his life. It was a given, especially when he was out hunting. Natural cover was the best cover, after all. Yet the usually comfortable position felt slightly…different right now.

Especially with the fact that you were under him. Pressed against the autumn leaves like this, you looked absolutely brilliant. He wished that he could capture this moment and keep it forever. And if he wasn’t trying to be quiet he would’ve told you all that and more.

“Rook, what’s— what’s happening?” Oh, you seemed afraid, your fingers digging into the fabric of his sleeve. He reached out, pressing gloved fingers against the furrow of your brow.

“Mon cher, do not fret,” Rook consoled. “C’est simplement. It is just a passing deer. Take a look to the side.” You turned your head, the hesitation melting into a look of wonder as you spotted the deer grazing not too far way from the two of you.

“Woah, that’s…that’s beautiful!” You exclaimed in hushed tones. His cheeks almost hurt from how much he was smiling around you.

“Hmm, c’est vraiment,” Rook murmured, his eyes all but pinned on the way the leaves seemed to cast shadows over your face in what he would say was a hypnotizing pattern. “Deer startle very easily, so we should keep quiet.”

You nodded eagerly, “I’m glad you asked me to take this walk with you.”

Rook almost wanted to echo your sentiment. He wasn’t one to shy away from expressing his absolute infatuation toward you, but it felt very different when you were just a mere few centimeters away from him. He could almost feel the redness like a thick second skin around his cheeks and neck.

“Let’s just…stay here for a while,” Rook said instead. “To watch the deer.” It was a baldfaced lie on his part, but if it meant that he could spend a few more moments here with you…a little white lie wouldn’t hurt.

Jade Leech

"Jade Leech."

"Ahem. Yes?"

"Could you please explain why I'm—"

"Shh," Jade leaned in a little closer, relishing in the way your shoulders jumped. Really, he didn't mean to orchestrate this situation. He was running away from one of Crewel's lectures about spore safety. (He had basically internalized Crewel’s monologue by now.)

But well, who was he to refuse the chance to tease you?

That was why he shifted closer, much closer than necessary as he continued, "If I don't come closer, Crewel will surely discover us."

"But why are we hiding in the first place," You hissed, grabbing at his wrist.

"I may have...accidentally grew some mushrooms in the flower bed he was saving for class—"

"Accidentally my ass," You grumbled, though you didn't try to push him away again. Instead, you stilled, and he could appreciate the way a cut of sunlight danced against your skin. He could practically see the flush overtake your face as he kept staring. He knew that you noticed.

Another idea popped into his head.

Jade opened his mouth, “If I may, what if you—“

“I swear to the Seven if you propose that I sit on your lap, I’ll—!” You fought for your words a bit. “I’ll actually bite you!”

“My,” Jade couldn’t help the surprised expression, a slow smile growing on his face at your provocative words. You never ceased to amuse him, with your expressions, your behaviors, and your words. He just wanted to see more and more of your reactions. Maybe that was why he was so very fond of you.

“I would never suggest something so…risque. And biting me?” He could see you gulp as he leaned that much closer, his forehead almost touching yours, “Are you prepared to face the consequences of suggesting such a thing?"

thank you for reading ! this is a part of my (very long overdue) 600 followers event ++ if you’d like to see more of my writing, check out my masterlist >:D

[f0point5]

Honestly, as a woman I have to say it is very interesting to me how different people have handled the Christian Horner investigation compared to the allegations against Susie Wolff a while back for example.

Bc I remember the outrage online for the Susie one was big and people were crying misogyny so bad the FIA finished/dropped their investigation after one (1) day and everyone was happy.

Christian was investigated by an independent investigator hired by the RedBull company not RedBull Racing. He was, supposedly, interrogated for 8 hours and investigated for weeks. Now the investigation has exonerated him but people will still rather believe rumors they read in a newspaper than the official result.

I myself am a little disappointed by the lack of transparency by RedBull but the hypocrisy in this is astounding.

I think society really has slipped too far into “believe all victims”. Because there was never even a confirmed victim. And people were still there with pitchforks.

As a woman, I feel bad for Christian’s wife, and his kids. He’s got daughters old enough to understand what people have been saying about their father, based on absolutely nothing. No one thinks about those women.

No one thinks about the fact that if every time a female makes a complaint about something, people just to accusing the guy of sexual misconduct, that it sets the precedent that women in the workplace are only to be sexualised. Or the fact that if every time a woman makes a complaint, a man is convicted in the court of public opinion before there’s any evidence (only to be acquitted when it turns out it was a rumour) it sets the precedent that these claims can very rarely be taken seriously. Or the fact that assuming any sexual misconduct in the office is entirely harassment by the man, infantilises and patronises women in the workplace. People are so quick to protect “victims” that they end up creating them out of thin air.

As much as I’d have liked to know the whole story, I think it’s good that Red Bull is not bowing to pressure to release details. They don’t owe anyone transparency. That employee filed a complaint with their employer, they didn’t call de telegraaf to make accusations. They didn’t go on TikTok to make this news. Their privacy should be protected. As should Christian’s. This is a company, not a government, they don’t answer to F1 Twitter. People have got way too comfortable demanding information they are not entitled to when it comes to “public figures”, especially in this sport. Good for Red Bull for reminding the mob of their place. (I do agree that Theresa certain amount of hypocrisy because I think they leaked the investigation themselves, but I have no proof of that and I think that it’s the best decision to give this the privacy it should have had all along)

[teruthecreator]

1 AM and the servers asleep so i’m just gonna post my thoughts on here but i think it’s rlly so important and poignant how sho extends an olive branch to his father after everything that happened, when he absolutely would’ve been justified in spitting in toichiro’s face and walking out of his life forever (similarly to what toichiro did to him, metaphorically at least). and that decision that he makes is one that cements how mature and understanding sho is despite his antics and attitude.

like, he’s a kid, and he’s a kid that experienced massive amounts of abuse and trauma in his formative years. we will truly never know how he was raised whilst working in claw, but seeing how pretty much everyone else was manipulated, brainwashed, and tortured into reaching their full potential—the assumption can be made that it wasn’t easy. and sho’s father is Directly responsible for that, meaning he’s Directly responsible for any mistreatment or neglect sho faced even if it wasn’t done by him directly. and any kid at his age with all that baggage probably wouldn’t want to keep their dad around, after everything has finally been resolved. but sho doesn’t do that; he reminds toichiro that he’s still gotta hear an earful from his ex wife, and sho is ensuring that this won’t be the end. he is offering his father a kindness that that man never gave to him. and that’s like. Astounding for a kid his age

i think it’s really easy for people to place sho firmly in the trope of like silly, goofy kid with an insane side; but sho has one of the most level heads out of the esper teens. it’s kind of like he got a lot of that emotional turbulence out of the way beforehand, and now is just centering his focus on this one goal. of course, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t do stupid shit based on bad trains of thought (the whole concept of him trying to resist the narrative only to become more ingrained in it is like. right there. also the hero trope shit y’all have seen the essay posts i’m not reiterating). but sho is a lot more sure of what he’s doing and what he wants than ritsu, mob, or teru.

also it’s just like. the fact that he gives his father a second chance really drives home the message of the entire series. that people can make mistakes, but those mistakes do not have to define their whole existence if they’re willing to own up to them and change. sho is extending himself in much the same way mob extended himself to toichiro hours earlier, only this time there’s the weight of this probably not being the first time sho has given his father a second chance and yet he Still does it. and toichiro realizing that he could’ve squandered that chance during confession arc is SO GOOD like you see how sho is conflicted and hurt bc he’s essentially being let down once again, and so toichiro walks back. he won’t let his son’s trust be given in vain

the suzukis rival the kageyamas in terms of like. accurate familial representation. like if you eliminate all of the psychic terrorism bullshit, this is a broken family—further broken by a messy divorce—trying to navigate life post-everything. there is no expectation for sho to forgive his father (he doesn’t do that at any point and That Is Important), and there’s no expectation for him to do anything with his father At All. toichiro understands that he is deserving of no one’s kindness.

yet sho does it anyway. he does it because he wants to and because he cares. and that’s far more than toichiro could’ve ever asked for

[mspi]

There's a time and a place

At social events like wedding receptions, I try not to mark myself as such sn outcast. I've even reached out to the loner genZ bridesmaid in the corner on her surfing on her phone. Think it's supposed to be one of the things as a Maid of Honor I should do.

The introvert thing is what I keep to in my room as I'm either dealing with my bullet journal, reading, paying bills, or putting together idea for games.

Outside at events like tech expos, sports events with friends, and even flash mobs you can have fun goofing. Maybe not totally at IT events depending on the time and a place, but you can get to know others.

To the stalkers, y'all can keep away. It got to the point I was happy to have a bodyguard assigned to me and got to let them know why protestors were hating. Another time, I almost went back into the conversation center when someone took my pic and I saw a friend request from them on my phone. They're a little too obvi so I blocked them.

In college, I made amazing friends who I keep in touch with to this day. Not sure it's a cheat if I was an IT department intern who was a mess of a softball player for the company's team. My goodness, not like it was even useful when playing against the police. It was memorable though. It's one of the fun things we all get to remember.

For what I do for work I'm not exactly supposed to be spreading team open love everywhere. You'd think you could see that from the closed doors giving me space to work. Maybe the private labs and the offed cell in the end of the room are big hints.

On the ups I've been friendly with tourists in the city trying to figure their way around. Heck, even to others at crosswalks who are stuck in awe looking up at amazing sideways lightning ⚡ strikes.

We love our dogs out here and you'd be amazed with my friends you can stir up when you're having a conversation with someone's dog.

There's everything above that I've worked on plus I've been reading books to help me properly reach out.

I'm still going through this book but it's helped me do much medical staff can't even tell I'm an introvert. Right, the TV in the hospital room is off bc I'd like to have quiet time making progress in my books. Not trying to lock anyone out or anything, but if people are going to be working on me around the clock with IVs and all sorts of medicine as well as bathing me--it's good to have open communications.

In fact a doctor and I were having fun talks about crazy college days. Think I won after I told him a classmate confessed to having one of my undies after a couple decades. It was a cool back and forth, if the last bit didn't give me the win, telling him about the time I fell asleep at the club when sitting on the subwoofer at the front did. He was laughing when I djescribed the heavy bass rocking me to sleep. That's at an underground club in the city too.

Whoever thought anyone could have fun in a hospital. The nurse who missed when sticking me to drawing blood couldn't stop apologizing. Reminded them it's late and they're at the end of their shift. Heck, I'm a surprised they didn't wake me up with an apology.

-- dnagirl

18.02.2023

[pub-lius]

Do you have any completely random facts about some of the people who lived during the Revolutionary war?

Oh man, I have so many you don't even know. I'll try to think of the best ones.

Well, my personal favorite is that George Washington's favorite breakfast food was hoecakes. They're actually pretty good. They're basically like pancakes but with a corn flavor.

When Gouverneur Morris was in France (during the French Revolution), a mob attacked his carriage, and he stuck his peg leg out the window to shoo them away. It worked.

Everyone hated Benjamin Franklin. Anyone that spent too much time with him was like "no this guy sucks." My friends like to remind me of the fact that he had a fart fetish, so that might have contributed to that.

Honestly, the most of my random facts come from either Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, and Aaron Burr, so here's a rapid fire of my top facts about them: Franklin electrocuted himself with a turkey, Jefferson really really fucking loved mac and cheese (more than my parents love me), and one time Burr tried to put a candle out by shooting it (Burr has a bad history with candles and guns).

Everyone on here knows about how Richard Kidder Meade went into a chimney to read his letters in private, but I have to include it because ~Meade~.

One time Lafayette danced with Marie Antoinette and stumbled and she laughed and he was literally traumatized (he was very dramatic about it).

My favorite Hamilton fact is that during the Constitutional Convention, he bet Gouverneur Morris that he wouldn't go up to Washington and slap him on the back like they were best bros, and Morris did it, and almost got punched in the nuts by Washington. I really like referencing that one.

One time John Laurens basically threatened the king of France. More detail on that later. He also threw a tantrum in every battle... ever. He was a man baby, sorry John.

Mozart also tried to pull the moves on Marie Antoinette, but got rEJECTED HAHA BABY LOSER IMAGINE COULDN'T BE ME. He also did gymnastics.

Dolley Madison did drugs, but Thomas Jefferson didn't want her to do drugs, so she went to James Monroe's house to do it. Jefferson was a nark smh.

I also have some fun ones about James Madison. Uhhhhhh one time he bought prostitutes for a foreign diplomat!

One time, a citizen made Andrew Jackson a massive block of cheese. It was there for like a really long time, until finally they just invited like all of Washington D.C. to a party to eat it. But there was still more cheese when the next president moved it. Another reason to hate Jackson: he was very inconsiderate with his cheese.

Deborah Sampson was the baddest bitch in the whole damn war like omg. She joined the war in the place of her father, got shot, rEMOVED THE BULLET HERSELF bc if a doctor did it they would realize she's a woman. I bow to her, she was amazing

I thought of these all on the spot, so I could probably come up with more/better ones if I dug real deep into my mind palace, but dude im tired rn, so i hope you learned something (sorry about the fart thing) and thanks for the ask!

[atsubaka]

the type of dads they'd be

w atsumu, osamu, suna, sakusa, oikawa, iwa, kuroo, bokuto & ushijima

warnings: all characters are aged up (married), everyone has daughters cuz i'm soft for that kind of crap, and just domestic stuff ig

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✵ atsumu

ya know those types of dads your friends crush on? that's atsumu. whenever he picks up your daughter from kindergarten after training, your child is always surrounded by a mob of girls from her class - some were even from the higher grade levels 💀 they'd squeal so loud when they spot your husband's sports car come into view, making your daughter think he's their dad. they would even gossip about how lucky you were, to have been married to the blonde and how you're probably not even that pretty 🙄 atsumu would be nice to these girls - thinking they were d/n's friends, while they were obviously only being chummy with you bc ur dad was a pro athlete. so d/n couldn't help but throw a dirty smirk their way when her dad carries her and gives her a kiss on the cheek. d/n's not sharing lol

bonus: imagine the look on those girls' faces when both you and atsumu pick up your daughter the next day. they thought u were a literal mowdel cuz u hot sis 💅 #powercouple

✵ osamu

perfect husband? mhmm. loving father? oh yes. i see osamu as the family type of guy, who's a super chill parent but isn't lacking in the disciplining department. he's fully aware of the spats he and tsumu had when growing up, so he knows how important it is to be fair in everything involving his twin girls. they want the same toy? samu will buy another one. a twin gets something the other doesn't? daddy osamu to the rescue. what he does have trouble diving equally however, is his attention. to your dismay, both of your girls are daddy's girls - and they'd always argue about who gets to his on your husband's lap, or play with his hair, and even help him make meals. it's exhausting, but your husband wouldn't want it any other way. they're his girls after all, but it doesn't help the fact that you sometimes compete with your kids over his attention lol.

✵ suna

your husband and daughter drive you insane. they're like the exact same person who honestly share the same brain cell. all they do is nap, nap, nap - and you guessed it! NAP 24/7 while you're left doing all the chores. bless ur poor back 🥲 you were pretty sure the both of them have atleast ten hours of sleep at night, sometimes a bit less for rin whenever he games with the miyas, but they always seem to be so tired. it also doesn't help that your husband is absolute trash at telling d/n off, so you're left to do all the disciplining. making you the "evil" parent while your daughter sees rin as her saviour. everytime there's an issue, it's always 2 against 1 (ur the minority babe) and you've had enough! when u start ignoring the both of them and giving them the "passive aggressive" treatment, u bet they got their act together and are now at your beck and call 😌

✵ oikawa

another one who just can't say no his darling princess 😔 oikawa would spoil your daughter rotten, to the point where it becomes too much. anything she demands, he hands it to her on a gold platter. clothes, jewelry, toys, electronics, and even her own debit card 💀 (may i remind u d/n's only 6) it's gotten to the stage wherein your daughter was growing up to be super stuck up and over her head. you tried putting her in her place, but the brat doesn't listen to you. lol she doesn't even listen to her father. but to be fair, oikawa doesn't even try scolding d/n, all she has to do is whine and throw out her puppy dog eyes and all is forgiven. but u know who can put your daughter in her place? uncle iwa-chan ✋ both your husband and d/n literally line up saluting whenever iwa comes over - courtesy to your invitation of course. after a few whacks to oikawa's head and a firm talking with d/n, the house 👏is 👏 in 👏 order👏 .... until they get sloppy and u call iwa again.

✵ iwa

finally, somebody you can actually rely on 💀 Iwa's the ideal father figure, and any offspring of his can easily pass for a veteran's account. as ive mentioned in oiks's hc, iwa's an expert at dealing with spoiled children and adults so it's practically a given that he'll be the one doing most of the correcting when it comes to handling d/n. babe's a brat magnet i swear since this is iwa's child we're talking about, your daughter doesn't even have tantrums, even if she doesn't get what she wants. d/n's respectful, obedient, and everything oikawa's child isn't lol. despite being stern though, iwa's really soft with his family. he does d/n's hair and picks out her outfit for pre-school. after picking her up, he'll sometimes take her out for ice-cream, or if she does especially well in a test, he'll reward her by getting her something he knows she would like. 10/10 father material 🙌

✵ kuroo

good luck to d/n cuz this one's the type to embarrass his kid in front of other people. ya know those parents that demand a kiss when dropping off their kid? hm yup, this is kuroo. when his daughter refused to, man literally followed her outside and it's like time legit stopped when he dramatically called out d/n's name. other kids started whispering, so sucking up her pride, your daughter quickly gave her dad a kiss on the cheek, and turned to leave. but being the annoying piece of *censor* kuroo is, he turns her around and asked her to kiss his other cheek too cuz "it's not fair." ... yo, d/n's so done rn ✋ it's her first day of kindergarten and her dad's already messing it up. as well all know, kuroo's a dorky man, so yes - expect the dad jokes 💀 he thinks he's so smooth, and d/n actually asks you if you regret marrying him. on the contrary, your daughter is very, very, very smart. she memorized the entire periodic table, knows how to explain the concept of acids and bases, reads about chemical reactions, and listens to chemistry podcasts. all at the tender age of seven years old 💅 so in a way, she does take after your husband.

✵bokuto

that really fun dad every kid is jealous of. bo would be a very affectionate father, always squishing d/n's cheeks or spinning her around the living room. it's so precious how he loves showing your daughter off to his teammates, and buying her souvenirs from the places msby travelled to. they'll have this best friend dynamic where you're the third wheel 🤡 that doesn't mean they don't love you though! because they fight for your affections like all the time. like, if they went out somewhere together and you stay at home - they'll make it a race to see who could get to you first when they come back. they'll be such babies about it technically d/n is a baby, and bo's considered one too rip expect these two to always been hugging or whining for your attention. it's all fun and games until one of them becomes emo tho. yup, it runs in the blood so d/n inherited your husband's ridiculous mood swings. if one of them is in a bad mood, the other one who will quickly follow. ur starting to think it's a disease 💀 better have akaashi on speed dial 📲

✵ sakusa

he's super observant! he knows everything there is to know about d/n. from the curl of her hair all the way down to what shoe size fits her. he knows right away if something's wrong, so of your daughter comes home feeling sad, but tries her best to smile, believe me - he knows. sakusa wouldn't confront her about it head on, but would gently coax d/n into confiding in him herself. he understand how important space and patience is, so he implements this in his parenting. once d/n tells him about what's bothering her, he'll listen quietly to what she has to say. your husband may be the silent and aloof type, but you and your daughter bring out a completely different side to him. a side nobody thought even existed, so consider yourself lucky.

✵ ushijima

the type of dad that goes, "go ask your mother" whenever his daughter asks him for permission for something. dads are honestly more lenient than moms, so your daughter always goes to your husband first whenever she wants something, and this man - after being duped by d/n so many times before finally learned how to take a stand. little does your poor husband know... whenever she wants chocolate at night, or wants to stay up passed her bedtime she asked ushijima and when he'd bring up whether or not d/n's asked you for permission, she lies and says you have. toshi, oh poor, poor toshi, doesn't believe his sweet pumpkin to be a liar so he believes her 🥲 that is, until you arrive home and demand an explanation for all the mess.

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[mrs-hollandstan]

Hope this won't sound a bad request dear, and hope you could write this one bc it's hillarious and it happened to me and my cousins lol

What for mob!tom having a group-chat only with his son and his daughter (they have one with their mom too lol) and one day tom sends them by mistake a p0rn video which was supposed to be sent to harrison and they lowkey blackmail him in taking them shopping and he has no other choice than accepting it lol

[It happenend to me and my cousins, except for the fact thay it was our grandpa who sent us the video🤣😅]

Mentions of porn, smuttish themes and blackmailing, kinda. 

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Tom squeals, clicking through a number of things to try and retract the link he'd sent Wren and Drew. Drew he was less worried about seeing it. He's nearly twenty-two and if he tried to tell Tom he hadn't watched porn, he would be downright lying. But Wren… Wren was Tom's baby girl. Subjecting her to that would be the last thing he wanted to do. 

He had just wanted to send this one video to Harrison to show him how beautiful the girl was, show him how fucking sexy it was, but it had seriously backfired and he was waiting for the fallout. 

"What did you do?" Harrison asks, entering the room, 

"I tried to fucking send you a video and I accidentally sent it to Wren and Drew." 

"What kinda video?" Harrison asks, eyebrows furrowing. Tom clicks the link and shows his best mate, listening to the soft moans of the tiny blonde in it. Harrison scoffs, mouth hanging open, 

"You sent this to the kids?" 

"Yeah, it was an accident." 

"Mate, even with Z giving you fucking technology tips, you're still a hopeless div." He murmurs. Tom's heartbeat speeds up as he hears footsteps on the stairs, looking up as Drew enters the room, leaning against the wall and staring at his father and uncle. Tom stares up at him, 

"What?" Drew shakes his head, 

"Heard Wren scream so I thought I'd come get a front row seat to the absolute shitshow that she's about to perform." He explains. Tom opens his mouth before he hears the new footsteps on the stairs and groans. His little dark haired girl enters the kitchen then, still in her pajamas, no makeup on her beautiful features. He's reminded of just how much he loves these two… and then she opens her mouth and he remembers just what he despises about their mother,

"What in the absolute fuck was that?" She asks her father in a high pitched squeal. Drew and Harrison both snicker under their breaths as Tom sits with his mouth hanging open, staring up at her, 

"An accident." 

"You do know porn is abusive right? And letting your daughter know that you watch it is just… disgusting. I don't need to know these things. I do not need to know that my father gets off on girls not much older than me." She lectures. Harrison and Drew can barely contain their laughter as Tom seems to sink deeper into his seat and the tips of his ears and his cheeks glow bright red, 

"Of course darling. I'm so, so sorry you had to see that." He murmurs. She sighs, 

"So gross." She murmurs. He nods and there's an uncomfortable silence that lingers for a moment before Tom's eyes are drawn to Wren's narrowed ones again, 

"What?" He asks. She chews the inside of her lip before she speaks, 

"I won't tell mom if," Here it comes, "if you buy me that dress we saw down in town… that boutique on 5th. And a new bag, purse, and shoes. Oh, and the sunglasses I was drooling over." She tells her father. Harrison snorts, 

"Oh Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, was it really important that you raise these two with such devious qualities and blackmail?" 

"Ya know, I'm starting to understand why their mother and I divorced. She waited for me to stir my most manipulative and deviant qualities into them and then placed out. She's actually very smart." Tom tells Harrison who laughs again. When Tom looks to Drew, the older boy is smirking the same smirk that Tom's sure he gave his ex-wife to land him in the position of being a father for the first time, 

"Suppose you want something out of this too?" He asks. Drew continues with the smile before he suddenly speaks, 

"PS5, Rolex, silk sheet and pajama set I showed you." His son tells him. Tom looks between Wren- who looks cocky now- and Drew who looks equally as cocky. He sighs, 

"Fine. This stays between the four of us. Got it?" Tom reasons. Wren and Drew agree with him before Wren stands straight and nears him, leaning in to kiss his cheeks, 

"Thank you daddy." She coos. He hums and nods, 

"Course darling." He replies. As Wren and Drew retreat back upstairs, Tom turns to look at Harrison who smiles, 

"Maybe lay off the blondes getting their asses pounded for a while. And double check who the fuck you're sending it to." Harrison tells him. Tom sighs and nods, 

"Just thought you'd appreciate seeing that one. She's stunning." 

"Oh trust me, I do appreciate it. Wren… not so much." Tom reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose before Harrison snickers and retreats from the room to the task he'd ditched to watch the show unfold.

[jadeee]

Hi, can i confess and request something here?.

I'm fond of our babyface Gambino here and can't find any contents related to him. Art, fanfic, anything, in fact, there's None, zero. So.. can we appreciate our most loyal guy by making a little.. fic about him?. Maybe from you? Or have you seen someone made anything related to chris?. I love your vendetta series btw 🙂 thanks for making them and shared it with us🙂 i'm glad you did it!

aww tysm 💕 i'm glad i shared vendetta too! i haven't seen any chris gambino content actually so here's a little headcanon 😌

p.s.: i hope a headcanon is okay bc i couldn't come up with an idea for a fanfic

His hat prob came from someone in his childhood, most likely a brother figure. I feel like Chris gives off only child vibes... anyway, an older neighborhood kid gave him the hat he wears now as an adult.

Speaking of vibes, he reminds me of Joe Pesci. They're both so goofy and kinda off the cuff, sometimes you don't know what they're gonna do. I mean, Chris showed up to Nicky's tatw launch party drunk and started a fight 👀 he has a short temper but he's working on it.

Took notes from Nicky on how to run the mob family but is nothing like him: he doesn't smoke {tried it once but actually hates it} and he's not as menacing. He is like Nicky in the sense that he shares his wealth, def donates to ppl and places that need it the most.

Y'know how Nicky has that glare? Chris hasn't perfected that yet, he does practice in the mirror though. Rather than glaring at ppl to intimidate them he prob says "You feelin' lucky? Do it, I dare ya." While staring at his opponent.

Very much a kid at heart. He def looks out for the kids in the neighborhood. I could see him playing games with them too like catch with a baseball or hopscotch. He'd prob play dolls with them too if they wanted, he doesn't care.

Def tries to dress the part as a mob boss but isn't a huge fan of wearing fancy clothes all the time. Most times you'll see him in a three piece suit and probably the same one lol. He hates wearing the jacket but that's one thing that Nicky kinda drilled into him that he has to "look the part". His color palette is def grays and blues.

Sometimes he'll go out of his comfort zone and wear brown, maroon, or white {not too often though bc it's a bloody business}. He doesn't like to wear black bc it makes him think of funerals.

Will only take off his hat at an extravagant event or when he's home. He has manners so he takes his hat off whenever he goes inside buildings or houses, that sort of thing.

I know everyone uses guns but Chris loves a good fist fight. Especially if his opponent manages to hit him. He prob got into a lot of scraps as a kid and dabbled in boxing as a teenager before getting into the business. Most ppl in the mob started in their teen years by running errands but he was prob used as the brawn sometimes as he got older. He seems like a little guy but he throws a hell of a punch.

Not as suave as Nicky, def doesn't have a lot of experience. It's not that he doesn't want a love life or relationship, he's still figuring it out. I think he's just worried about putting his s/o in danger bc of his work and he couldn't live with that. He's prob had a couple of flings though.

[dnfshield]

okay im posting my first and most important syndicate!dream propaganda !! if people are interested ill def post the rest

and because I'm delusional all of this hinges on that I want dream to actually be upset and brocken 💔🥀 and desperately needing help and not wanting to let anyone help him because connections bad blah blah but I know cc dream doesn't have the range and is also a coward so I have to do everything for him 

its under a read more bc its 1.4k words lmao

I think it takes dream a while to process being out of prison even though he should be taking advantage of his new freedom and new space. he spends a lot of time in his room just laying in his blankets or curled up under his bed or memorizing all the shelves of stuff techno left in the spare room. And philza and techno silently agree to make sure dream is getting socialization - knowing that he desperately needs the connection but is unsure how to go back to being ALLOWED to be around others. So they take turns going to his room at night and just finding literally anything to do in his presence. Phil likes to read the old books techno left in there. And when he sees dream peeking over he'll mutter something about how ""reading it out helps me think"" and will quietly read allowed to dream. Or he'll go sit at the desk with a creaky chair and write letters to the woman he loves, gushing over memories and sharing snippets of stories to dream. Phil sits there with a dopey smile and blushy cheeks and dream sits there letting his words sink in - knowing too late that he should never have convinced himself that pushing everyone he loved would somehow save him. 

Technos more pacey- he likes to go in there and ""reorganize"" the miscellaneous objects he left in what was supposed to be a storage space turned bedroom. Sometimes it's stacks of pages ripped from old journals sometimes it's failed blueprints and plans sometimes it's old potion bottles that definitely got left a little too long and should NOT be opened - but whatever it is techno will grab it and ramble on about what he was thinking what he was planning why it didn't work and scramble to find an excuse as to why he's chosen to hoard whatever the object is rather than throw it away like a normal person. But dream just sits there and listens and asks questions or asks to hold whatever it is - honestly whatever he can do to keep techno from going to bed and leaving him in his room alone. 

Lol okay the actual real important one that started all this is that dream eventually starts outwardly showing signs of distress when alone. At first he reeled when others would try to be around him. He still dealt with the conditioning of never being allowed to have regular visitors and being told everyone he ever knew wanted him dead. But once he realized Phil and techno were not only safe to be around but were happy to be around him he couldn't get enough of them. Dream lingers in the kitchen while philza cooks them all breakfast. He follows techno around while he haphazardly goes through chests looking for a specific enchanting book. He cracks his window so he can hear techno and philza laughing together while they sharpen their weapons on the porch :*) . And on especially bad days where something reminds him of the scorching lava flow or he gets turned around in a space too suffocatingly small he waits up because he knows philza or techno will come and wait with him at night. 

And it's the evening that sam knocks on their door that sends dream into overdrive. The second techno opens the door and philzas eyes fall on Sam's armour Phil places a gentle hand on dreams back and ushers him to his room. Techno stands with his frame in the door physically keeping a barrier in-between sam and their home and eventually gets Sam to begrudgingly leave. But when philza goes to check on dream before bed it's obvious dream sat there listening to techno and Sam yell and threaten each other over his life. So Phil skips whatever ploy to keep dream company that he had planned and just sits on his bed with him. He doesn't even say anything besides the classic "it's alright please don't be scared" and "he's not taking you away from here" and "you're safe here, with us, you're safe with me and techno" and blah blah and with every passing whisper dream just drifts closer and lets philza be there with him and philza let's dream lean against him because he knows how badly dream needs the comfort and he's more than happy to be there for him ( -sobs- can philza become a better dad in canon we could've have had it all ) . God okay and finally the important part all of this had been leading up to 

And after sitting there and letting dream lean on his shoulder and dodging dreams pleas to tell him how techno got sam off their property dream eventually quiets down. Every time dream stirs to break the silence philza squeezes his arm and let's him settle closer. Dream can barely keep his eyes open but when Phil tries to say goodnight and shift to stand up dreams eyes shoot open and asks if Phil's actually going to leave for the night because a million things are running through his mind. What if Sam only left to not cause a scene and plans to return after the others go to bed and take him with no one there to protect him. What if Sam only left to tell everyone where he is and return with a mob filled with the people dream himself made hate him. What if techno made a deal with sam - to return with diamonds or precious items in exchange to step aside and let dream he hauled away. But Phil only smiles softly and tells him that he's just gonna move to a new spot and dream just sits there and watches Phil settle at the headboard. Dreams eyes follow Phil's hand as he pats his stomach to becken dream to come lay down. Like okay guys please hear me out so dream settles with his head on philzas stomach kinda surrounded by Phil's legs like a little nest :-( while Phil just tells dream to relax and get some sleep. Phil's hand is a weight on his back and dreams just kinda melts. And as dream finally let's himself wind down he thanks Phil for being there with him. philza takes in a breath and whispers "of course" and after a silent beat as if saying it out loud would bring him back in time he tells dream "me and wilbur used to do this when he was younger"

And dream just tells him that he's sorry and that if he "could go back and change it he'd give anything, sorry for letting it go so far with wilbur" and philza tells him that he "knows wilbur is sorry too" and he knows how mentally unwell wilbur got and that he "wished he'd checked up after the letters stopped sooner" and dream doesn't want philzas to blame himself there's nothing he could have done to stop what wilbur and dream had started between each other but there's nothing dream could say to make philza understand that. So he just tangles a fist in philzas shirt and hopes a "none of this is your fault" in an exasperated voice will convey that enough. He gives philzas one more thank you for being here and with philzas hand tracing little movements on his back dream finally feels safe enough to drift off. Lol lol lol ooooooo okay

:*) Loool what if techno used to have a weekly routine of weapon care like just keeping them clean and sharpened and polished. but after he rescues dream from his isolation and torment from quackity, technos sitting in the living room and goes to grab his axe and dream starts panicking and immediately goes to apologizing and begging techno to tell him what he did wrong and promises he'll try better next time (even tho he didn't do anything :-( ) and techno does his best to assure him he didn't do anything, that he's doing perfectly fine and even if something came up his first instinct would not in fact be to pull an axe out on him and techno puts his stuff away and they just sit together :-( after philza gets home he and techno talk and agree it would be best they keep the weapons out of site unless it's absolutely necessary.

theyre sitting like this L

[mandareeboo]

So in the episode with the cult you just watched, Mob had a flashback to Tsubomi telling him to "get a clue". This line translation is really not good at conveying what she was saying, since its wrapped up in the Japanese concept of "Kuki". The best explanation I could find is too long to put in this ask so I'll send it separately, but a tldr blunt, ham-fisted explanation is that she was telling mob to get better at picking up on social cues. Needless to say, many people HC Mob as neurodivergent

Follow up to the "get a clue" line ask, to quote the source I found: In Japanese culture, the social protocol calls for utmost attention to the right "atmosphere." Certain actions can only be considered appropriate when the "atmosphere" of the time and place allowed for them to be carried out. In Japanese lingo, it is "reading the air" and for every person deemed to be lacking in such skill, the term "KY" ("cannot read the air, "Kuki Yomenai,") is ruthlessly (albeit sometimes jokingly) applied.

Second follow up on the "get a clue line", I just wanted to clarify that the actual line Tsubomi said wasn't "Kuki Yomenai", but rather something along the lines of "kuki yomi yo" which isn't insultingly labeling him as a KY, but rather just telling him he should "read the air". It obviously doesn't change the fact that the line had a big emotional effect on Mob, but I don't want to give the impression that Tsubomi was flat out insulting him.

Oh, yeah, I’ve been getting some serious neurodivergent vibes from Mob. Not necessarily bc of his flat face, but simply through his attempts to reach people, his misunderstandings of social cues, misreading the air, etc. Reminds me a lot of when I was five and everyone was salty I didn’t get it either.

But yeah, not cool Tsubomi. Even if it wasn’t you insulting him, it was still rude af.

[lit--bitch]

Current-Reads (13/04/20 - 18/04/20) 🎺🐝

(Disclosure: I know one of the writers (Annie Dobson) I’m featuring in the current-reads this week through Writing Squad. I also know Tom Bland who runs Spontaneous Poetics but I don’t personally know the two writers whose work I’ve enjoyed on the zine. And I don’t know anybody else sadly, probably because I’m a loner and a loser). 

Here’s the standard preface: every Sunday without fail I throw up the freshest literature and photography I’ve read over the week, sometimes it’s a book, sometimes it’s a piece I saw in a magazine or an online zine, sometimes it’s something I saw on social media, etc. Sometimes I add ‘RECOMMEND’ next to a few of the titles, but that’s not to say I don’t recommend all of them, I just love some pieces more than others. C’est la vie. And any titles that you see in bold are hyperlinked so if you click or tap them they’ll direct you straight to the source... or shopping basket. 

Anyway I’m just gonna get right into it. 

So this week I’ve been reading C.C. Hannett / kmwgh’s Lockdown Life and Charles Theonia’s Two Poems on Queen Mob’s Teahouse, I’ve read Haibun/Uncertainty/A Promise To Your Clothes from Jane Burns on Spontaneous Poetics and I flipped right back to September 2019 and re-read E.A.B’s have a wank because it’s fitting advice for our current predicament. I’ve returned to Patrick Süskind’s Perfume and I’ve been falling in love with Ariana Reines’s The Cow all over again, (whose new collection, A Sand Book, I’ll be reviewing in a few weeks time). Also been reading Annie Dobson’s Before The Ghost Town on the Writing Squad’s Staying Home series which boasts brilliant work. I can never get over how many amazing writers there are in the world. I’ve also discovered a new photographer with a brand new book out from Palm* Studios, Molly Matalon’s When a Man Loves a Woman. 

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E.A.B’s have a wank, Spontaneous Poetics (21/09/2019): I keep going back to this specific piece because this poem makes you feel like you’re stood outside the John Snow in Soho, completely wasted, having a cig with a friend who’s also pissed up too. That’s the feeling I get from E.A.B’s work. She’s memorable and familiar and probably has a decent right hook. This poem is short, succinct, and means exactly what it means. I love work that is entitled quite plainly, in a way doesn’t subvert expectation—it’s tongue-in-cheek and funny. It’s also pretty good advice for when you’re in the midst of a global pandemic... or a personal crisis, I’m not sure what the difference is anymore. She also has another one up on Spontaneous Poetics, which is equally brilliant, blue balls at the end of humanity. 

Jane Burn’s Haibun/Uncertainty/A Promise To Your Clothes, Spontaneous Poetics (17/04/2020): This is a deeply sad poem eclipsed by grief and time’s relentless push and pull. It also has some absolutely beautiful personification, and it’s in the description of these vernacular objects that you really feel the subject’s hurting. ‘You’ is so empowering here, because it attempts to universalise the reader’s accessibility to the ardour of experience in this work, but is equally an attempt to sever the writer’s ‘You’ from themselves as ‘I’. This poem tells us that some pain is so painful, we can never fully accept that it has been ours to bear. 

Annie Dobson’s Before The Ghost Town, Staying Home from The Writing Squad (RECOMMEND): I’m not saying this just to be kind, all of the work on Staying Home is absolutely brilliant (discluding my own work, I promise I’m not that full of it) but Annie’s piece happened to be one of the first I read and I still think about it. Annie probably doesn’t know this but I stalk her writing. I’m her big fat secret admirer. Quintessentially British, her work smacks of kitchen-sink realism and cherry chapsticks you get in the chemist’s. I always get a noughties vibe from Annie’s writing, I always know what she’s on about. She doesn’t make the banality of life mystical, she treats the ordinary as well, just ordinary, and that’s magical enough anyway. Before The Ghost Town is a mish-mash of genres, it’s an essay but it’s a thought piece but it reads like a diary-entry and is formatted like poetry in some places. More than anything it’s a document on civilisation in Lewisham during the Covid-19 pandemic, and how full the world is still despite the reductive effects of a worldwide crisis. It’s a political critique on how fucked the UK government is, and how community is still one of the most valuable things we have in a world that is trying to make you fight over the last bag of fucking bread flour. It’s honest and sad and retrospective. It’s also filled with promise. I absolutely loved it. 

Molly Matalon, When a Man Loves a Woman: For a long time I shot pictures of men on 35mm to 120mm. I often felt strange doing it. I was used to the dogma of typical male politics; boys don’t cry, having a tough dad, penis envy, etc. It didn’t interest me anymore; the object of masculinity in its most vulnerable, in its deepest sensitivities was the impetus behind my desire to photograph men. Molly Matalon takes pictures of men I wish I had taken. But I don’t think she reverses the power dynamics, per se, although you can absolutely make the case for this, even argue her work is a case for the female gaze. But for me, she strips away these typical power dynamics, she doesn’t polarise herself as the subject, or the object. I don’t see tensions between sexes in these images. I see vulnerability, I see trust, I see relationships. I see men just as worthy of depiction as flowers, as fruits. I feel softness, I feel curves. The photographs in When a Man Loves a Woman are works of of idealisation of woman is implied by man, man as woman, woman as man, the fragile unity in these two creatures, and their reciprocations. She’s absolutely one to watch. 

Ariana Reines, The Cow (RECOMMEND): Ariana Reines is a writer so dear to me, that I can’t really contain in words just how much impact she’s had on me. I salute Elizabeth Ellen (a wonderful writer, and an editor at HOBART magazine in Los Angeles) who, one day, was moving apartments and very generously sent me a box of books all the way from the USA to my parents’ house in Manchester. In that box amongst many books lay Tiqqun’s Theory of the Young-Girl translated by Ariana Reines, and her debut collection, The Cow. So if it wasn’t for Elizabeth, I wouldn’t have read any Ariana Reines until probably much later on in life. At least, I’d like to think I’d have come across Ariana at some point anyway. 

The Cow was published in 2006 by my all-time fav magazine/publisher, Fence. The Cow isn’t poetry, isn’t prose, it’s not an essay, it’s just not any genre at all. And the fact you can’t categorise it is just really is emblematic of Ariana Reines as a writer, because she doesn’t redefine the dimensions of genres, she fucking blitzes them up in a big genre-food-processor. The Cow is the mythologisation and de-mythologisation of the woman as cow. It is the consumption and defecation of woman as cow. It is a lamentation. It is raw. It is beastly. It is thoughts and statistics and menstruation and abbattoirs. It is a dark work of art, and it’s one of the most beautiful, angry and strong texts I’ve ever read. It’s one of those books I think about often. I’d be engrossed on London tubes re-reading this over and over. It’s absolutely everything. 

Patrick Süskind, Perfume (RECOMMEND): Ah, the mothership. Patrick Süskind is... one of a kind. I borrowed the book from my best friend James and after reading it, I read it again. I still haven’t given back James’s copy (which I really need to), and I recently bought a UK first-edition of Perfume so now I can say it’s on my bookshelf. Reading Perfume is an intoxicating experience... I guess it’s because of the way Süskind writes about smell, and he writes about it so vividly that, for me at least, it can induce olfactory hallucinations. It’s not just about the story of a murderer with a superhuman power for scent, it’s about our relationship with different smells we come across throughout our life, their pungency and their ability to kind of tattoo our memory. You can recall scents in a way that you might not be able to with sounds. I don’t remember fully the way my maternal grandmother sounded, she passed when I was a little girl, but I still know her smell. It’s Youth Dew and sweets. Perfume induces sensations and memories in me. It’s a text I go back to time and time again. 

C.C. Hannett / kmwgh’s Lockdown Life, Queen Mob’s Tea House (03/04/2020): Queen Mob’s Tea House is a new fav of mine and their zine kind of reminds me of the Richmond Tea Rooms in Manchester’s Gay Village. They’re a bit Alice in Wonderland, a bit occult, a bit down-the-rabbit-hole, pink and sparkly, with black lace. If that description of the zine borders on pretension then, sorry. I have zine synaethesia. So these poems from ‘C.C. Hannett / kmwgh’ (I’m not sure I understand the name) were awesome little tidbits on living through a global pandemic. An ellision of pop culture, absurdity and tenderness. A reminder that we will never get this time back, and that if you’ve got the luxury of being with your loved ones right now, cherish it. I also really loved the last line of this guy’s bio, no social media handles or website, just: “You can find him if you want to.” Lol. 

Charles Theonia, Two Poems, Queen Mob’s Tea House (24/05/2017) (RECOMMEND): I loved both of these poems but I mostly wanted to talk about ‘shame’. I enjoyed ‘shame’ for its density—it’s a single block paragraph—the format has a weight to it, like that of feeling shame. I know this was published in 2017, basically I was just surfing the zine’s website and clicked on Queen of Pentacles (I was intrigued bc I read Tarot) and this was the  latest entry on there. I enjoy the bluntness and conversational-ism of these two pieces, but I particularly loved ‘shame’ for the way it unpacks shame as a multi-faceted, festering spawn that drags you under, and under, and under. Its resonance is powerful. 

*** Anyway that is enough from me zis week. Next Friday I’m reviewing Charlotte Geater’s poems for my fbi agent which is again from Bad Betty Press. Stay safe, eat cake. xxxxxx

[crowsent]

did a text post bc the formatting is easier. also because so i won’t bombard you ( @yalltookmyurlideas ) with words

i basically created my son ethel when i was late middle school. almost summer. i was watching this one anime, servamp, and there was a character with a really interesting design of blonde hair with black streaks (his name was hyde) so my middleschool self i went “neat! i want an oc like that!” so i designed ethel based on that one anime character with weird hair. and that was his only defining trait for a while: weird hair

originally, ethel had white hair and genetically inherited black streaks (again bc i was in middleschool) and i created the first drawing of ethel (first pic i sent) when i was a freshman in highschool and the whiteness of the rest of his hair compared to the streaks is very visible.

at that point, my backstory for him was essentially “pale, loner, likes shakespeare, wears hoodie, highschooler” his shirt is just a really creepy smiley face bc i really wanted to turn up the emoness of his design. pretty sure he had a girlfriend or a partner whose name was like. carmen. or camillia. or something that starts with a c. she dies and serves as fuel for him to be angsty bc again. middle school

then i became a junior and looked at his initial design and went. “what if i make it darker?” bc i hit peak emo phase when i was a highschool freshman and was one step away from wearing mcr outfits every day to school. you know the one. that one jacket.

2nd and 3rd pictures i sent were the darker and gritter versions of ethel. hence the darker hair (you can barely see the dark streaks in the third photo) and edginess amped up to 11. his hair was like a chestnut brown at that point and the black streaks were less visible. he remained without a background for the most part but i added “girlfriend was killed, wants revenge” to his bio because i guess i wanted him to be even edgier? and he kind of becomes a hermit who hates society at the end of his character arc. just a grumpy nihilist with depression bc at the time i did not know how to handle my own mental health and it manifested as that.

i didn’t fully create a backstory for ethel until i reached my senior year. then i went fucking ham and changed his entire character. he went from “name is ethel, pale, loner, likes shakespeare, wears hoodie, highschooler, lost a girlfriend, wants revenge, really edgy” to Ethel Ash

so basically. ethel lost both parents when he was young and was put in foster care, bouncing from home to home without really having a place to belong. he didn’t feel wanted by anyone, didn’t have support from any adults in his life, started trouble just to get some goddamn attention bc he felt invisible and it only led to people labeling him as dumb and a problem. bc of the lack of support in his life, he fell in with the wrong people when he was in highschool. fights. petty theft. vandalism. that kind of stuff. sent to juvie a few times because he got caught. at this point, his hair was just plain brown and he doesn’t dye it until much later.

then he graduated highschool, but only barely. he’s pretty smart, interested in philosophy, strategy, math, and classical literary works (shakespeare which is p much the only part of his original backstory that survived) but his teachers essentially labeled him a problem child and gave him next to no attention. so he p much accepted society’s label that he’ll always be no-good and kind of ran with it.

he got involved in organised crime after he graduated and by organised crime i meant the mob. he became involved with the mob in california (where he lived) and bc he’s smart and well-versed in like strategy and math, he kind of picked up being an informant. like. he became that one guy people in the mob turned to for info. doesnt particularly like being involved in the shady deals that go down, but if he’s being an informant, he’s needed. and if he’s needed, he has somewhere to belong.

so he overworks himself. sleeps little, eats less, and essentially becomes a machine who haunts the local coffee shop typing on a laptop that’s protected from everything under the sun. he wears a hoodie over his creepy smiley face shirt which he just nicked from some random dpt store to keep himself from being seen by the security cameras and is essentially a fucking internet gremlin with next to no face-to-face human interaction.

but of course, this (coupled with vices like drinking and smoking) takes a toll on him and his body finally gives out and he collapses in an alleyway. not passed out, but definitely delirious from lack of sleep and food. which, considering his criminal background, would fuck him over if he got seen by some random person and reported to the police. or worse, sentence him to death if he got spotted by someone from a rival gang who would love to get rid of someone dangerous like him.

instead, he got found by c. i will call her camilla in this instance bc i genuinely don’t remember her name even though she got a big reboot to her character as well. ethel’s like. 20-21 at this point. camilla is 22 and is in a prestigious college taking a double major in english and food management. she’s not particularly rich, but is upper middle class with a single mother living in new york who fully supports her in what she wants to do and regularly calls her to make sure that she’s safe. and camilla, spotting this dude who looks like death incarnate, stops and makes sure he’s okay and ethel keeps telling her not to call the cops or call an ambulance.

and camilla, also very smart but has enough chaotic dumbass energy to sink a ship, takes ethel to her apartment where he devolves into a high fever and she helps him through it.

he gets better and is just ????? towards camilla because she’s nice to him even though he did nothing for her. he leaves her apartment as soon as he can, but they end up running into each other again at the fucking coffee shop bc im a sucker for cliche and they kind of clicked.

they bond over shakespeare together because camilla’s an english major and ethel’s a fucking nerd for shakespeare. he doesn’t tell her what kind of work he does, but she figures it out anyway because she’s not an idiot. there are bruises on ethel’s body and his eyes always dart around the room, looking for an exit. she lets him know that she knows, and she lets him know that it’s not his fault that the world let him down, that he felt that he didn’t belong.

and ethel kind of breaks after that? like. he very reluctantly works as an informant in gangs bc he’s chasing the high of being needed and wanted and this random college girl just up and tells him that it’s not his fault that he’s never felt warmth in his goddamn life?

she doesn’t try to change him bc she’s in college and she has essays to fucking worry about and ethel never even does anything like dox some innocent soul so while she’s kind of uncomfortable with ethel’s job she’s not like majorly concerned about it. its a rule that they never talk about ethel’s job when they hang out bc ethel doesn’t like talking about what he does and who he associated with because of the issues of his childhood and she really doesn’t want to think about the fact that there are a lot of bad people her best friend associates with bc he feels like he has no choice so it’s kind of silence on that topic.

but ethel kind of changes himself. he wants to change. bc hey. it’s not too late. he hasn’t done something like murder so if he quits and turns himself in, he can get like a few years at most and come out and live a better honest life. and like. camilla’s floored and flattered that her friend would do this because she inspired him to do better? and she’s like “all my life, i wanted to start my own cafe and when you get out, ill hire you. how’s that sound” and they’re like. both soft and ethel is fully fucking prepared to go to the police and out literally every single motherfucker he worked with and turn over a new leaf.

but then someone catches wind of what he plans to do.

and fucking murders camilla.

bc they thought that camilla was forcing ethel to change for her and the logic is that “if the person telling him to quit and betray us is dead, then he wont go through with it” but it completely fucking backfires.

and ethel goes fucking ballistic.

instead of just going to the police like a normal person and confessing everything like the names of the people he works with and letting the police deal with them. he just straight up drops off the grid. and fucking mails the goddamn police things like full names, addresses, safehouses, etc. he straight up obliterates the gang he works with by systematically doxxing them to the fucking police one by one, ruining all of their operations, and hunting them down one by one.

this is the point where he dyes his hair black, but only streaks of it to remind himself of camilla. camilla had planned on streaking her hair hair red bc it goes well with her black hair and ethel streaked his hair black to remind himself of her. he doesn’t turn himself yet in bc he doesn’t plan on doing that until he literally finds all of the men and women he’s worked with in the past and leads them to their arrest and it’s an ongoing thing because his former colleagues went into hiding so he’s having some difficulties.

but he still plans on turning himself in once he’s done. and once he gets out, he plans on starting that cafe. and he’s going to fill it with bookshelves of classical literature. and he’s going to keep living his goddamn life.

and i wrote most of his backstory in math class because i genuinely could not give a shit about math. and that’s ethel. my son. my child. my baby. i love talking about him. he’s precious and i adore every inch of him.

[bradleymillign-blog]

clip clops in on a small shetland pony riding side saddle like mia w her fake leg in princess diaries. hlo! peels off my handlebar moustache to reveal tht it’s actually me (nai). bradley is one of my all time fav muses if not... the coveted Number One fav spot where my charas r concerned n i miss ha so decided to revive her like a phoenix from the ashes. her pinterest board is here n more abt her is under the cut! jst a forewarning her life is kind of A Lot so tws will b abundant bt i dnt rly go into huge detail

( cis-female ) haven’t seen BRADLEY MILLIGAN around in a while. the MARGARET QUALLEY lookalike has been known to be (+) BRAVE & (+) ADVENTUROUS, but SHE can also be (-) VOLATILE & (-) CRUEL. The 22 year old is a JUNIOR majoring in PSYCHOLOGY. I believe they’re living in POTENTAS but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door. ( nai. 22. gmt. she/her. ) 

the kind of sour cherry only certain people have a taste for

once drank a bottle of spiced rum, insisted she could still do a cartwheel and accidentally kicked an old man’s front tooth out in the process. proceeded 2 collapse into a flower bed and laugh so much abt it that she cried

barely takes anything seriously 50% of the time and is angry the other 50%

if she was a coffee she’d be black with five grains of sugar that you couldn’t taste until the last sip

father runs a mob and strip club in queens called ‘no angels’ tht fronts an affluent drug trade, primarily coke. his name is tony milligan n his gang is p infamous around there fr being jst like.... completely cutthroat n awful. they were nicknamed ‘tony’s rottweilers’ by locals bc he bsically has all of these trained dogs on leash at his command n they’re still a growing organisation tday. in FACT the only reason her dad rly.... okay’d her goin out of country was bc he kind of wanted to Expand The Business n was looking to buy a new club in the red light district as his first move. SO she can basically.... oversee whtevers going on over there n he also has a few of his guys local 2 keep tabs on her n tht sort of thing

he’s pretty much the worst human being alive n bradley hs like..... a LOT of issues with herself as a result of years of toxicity n abuse

in terms of more family bkground info her mum’s name was alyssa n she vanished when bradley was 12. jst like.... into thin air. nothing. no note. zilch. gan! n when bradley asked her dad abt it his response was essentially “guess she didn’t love us enough to stay”. as bradley’s got older tho n become (without intention) more involved in the business side of things, it’s become pretty clear there was far more to the story. they had a horrible marriage n tony ws quite violent at the best of times, which didn’t help the fact tht alyssa ws struggling a lot w severe depression n rly just... not in the mindset to b dealing w anything else on top of tht, even where motherhood ws concerned. bradley p much... would look after her a lot n they’d both b scared of her dad n it was just a whole mess. ANYWAY im rambling bt basically tony (bradley’s dad) gt wind of alyssa sleeping w men tht worked fr him n he just... Got Rid. bradley’s kind of worked out over the yrs tht her mum didn’t jst leave on her own accord n tht something must hav happened to her bt she’s too scared of her dad to ever directly accuse him

when her mum went all of her dad’s cruelty pretty mch got channelled straight onto her. it ws diluted between two before bt as u can probably imagine her upbringing was jst.... a steep downhill decline frm tht point onwards

she learnt ways 2 deal w the incurring trauma bt they weren’t healthy ones at all! bsically jst. will do or take anything fr the vine. chases a thrill like it’s the only way to remind her she’s alive. has absolutely No Regard fr her own wellbeing n sometimes gets other ppl in trouble too bc she’s so insatiably reckless

high functioning alcoholic. if u ever see her w a coffee cup u jst kno tht one sniff will confirm high alcohol percentage. honestly idk hw she does it her liver must b yellin

she hd....2 separate stints of psychiatric hospitalisation n she never tlks abt it. like ever. acknowledging she’s been vulnerable is her worst nightmare n bc of the way her dad raised her she always thinks any sign of struggling within herself is weakness. truly does.... not kno how to properly Emotion

honestly. im probably missing a million things bc i kind of feel like a microwaved shrimp as i write this bt. basically her life is jst the worst a true... abomination! bc im evil like tht sometimes

loyal to a point of fault. if she cares abt u and u murder a man in cold blood she’ll brawl anyone that says ur guilty

honestly wld probably fight a person over anything. sometimes she’ll jst be having a bad day n she’ll burst n take it out on whoever says the wrong thing. a minefield!

has the worst luck in romance…. Ever. the majority of her past bfs hav been absolute BEASTS n as a result she kind of has the ‘romance is dead n love is a lie’ mentality

speakin of which i feel like she’s bi bt wldnt have dated a girl or anythin. like guys r probably.... her preference just bc historically theyv treated her worse n she hs a very self destructive personality like that. sexy!

dresses like courtney love, 2014 sky ferreira and a character from this is england had a baby. mostly wears stolen clothes from strangers and jackets that swamp her. hair is p much always a wild mess n she usually hd kind of smudgy/smoky makeup bcos apparently she’s allergic to combs and generally looking presentable… relatable content

personality wise she’s v sarcastic. sometimes blunt. kind of has a habit of.... assessing a person n she’s quite perceptive bc she’s been trained to b by the way she always has to monitor her dad’s expression fr the slightest emotion change. she’s quite confident n can p much mke a conversation out of whatever. sort of independent too like she hs a bunch of friends bt she doesn’t care abt going out places alone if she’s in a certain Mood n jst wants...... to get into chaos. she’s probably kind of known around campus bt itd b a 50/50 balance between bein known as intimidating n bein known as That One Girl tht always gets into anarchy

likes: fishnets, stealing cars, water guns and whiskey

dislikes: amy schumer, honesty, yellow tulips and going home

[jin-guang-ow]

ok but ever since you guys brought up pm/qyz i havent been able to stop thinking about it, theyd be such an entertaining disaster couple? none of pms usual methods work bc qyz is so uselessly oblivious and straightforward, so 9 times out of 10 hes the one that ends up flustered instead (qyz definitely accidentally declares to the entire heavens how good pm is in bed at some point and pm just wants to die) anyway what im saying is this is a gr8 ship pls take responsibility for making me ship it

Okay the thing about this ship is that it’s so ridiculous it’s impossible to not love it??? Like??? I’m not even sure what to headcanon with these two!?? Like??? Your Quan YiZhen outing Pei Ming as “good in bed” is p much on the spot he’d really do that????

Tbh, I think for a long time Pei Ming had already been playing around with QYZ, in like a joking way that is (ya nasties), so he’d tell QYZ to say certain things and then watch everyone’s reactions. Basically this is par for course behavior for him???? Taking advantage of QYZ’s naivety for fun???

I do genuinely think Pei Ming would dote on QYZ because QYZ is so naive??? He’d probably give him lots of candies and weird small things he finds (when he’s actually doing something that isn’t a woman bahahahaha)

ANYWAYS so because this ship came about because of my “who’s the best in bed?” poll and it contains Pei Ming, it’s hard for me to think about it in any other light that isn’t the papapa light tbh hahahahaha so please forgive me

I imagine they’d start their relations due to something v stupid, idk it might be like QYZ finds PM in the mortal realm probs surrounded by women or something and he’s like woah dude what are you doing here??? Not v pure of you my dude??? And Pei Ming is all “the four human pleasures are eating, drinking, playing, and enjoying. Right now I’m enjoying”

This makes QYZ v confused like what is meant by ‘enjoying’ and then one thing leads to another and PM turns into Ming Daddy™  to teach our naive god a good lesson

But QYZ is like the worst lay and isn’t v reactive the entire time. You know? Like it’s good, but it’s not blowing his mind which crushes Ming Daddy’s spirit. To be fair, he hasn’t slept with men before, though he was certain that wouldn’t be a problem with his experience???

MING DADDY DIDNT GET HIS TITLE FROM BACKING DOWN AFTER ONE BAD TIME THO, okay????

This leads to him giving QYZ a series of lessons like how to kiss properly, communicating during the papapa, so on and so forth. Both of them get much better, and it just becomes a thing????

Eventually QYZ asks if they’re lovers (since they kiss a lot and that’s a thing lovers do, right???) and Ming Daddy, king of commitment issues probably, is like woah dude CALM DOWN and thinking on his feet he’s just like we’re friends with benefits???? And Quan YiZhen is like awww sweet we’re friends how cool, I really needed one of those.

But that’s a bad idea because now Quan YiZhen is gushing about how he’s friends Pei Ming, and not just any friends but friends with benefits?????

THE ENTIRETY OF HEAVEN IS NOW OUT TO MOB PEI MING BECAUSE HE’S SULLYING THEIR PRECIOUS BOY!!!!!!! I personally believe he’d get beat up for like 10 days straight and someone has to pull Quan YiZhen aside and explain everything to him, which only makes it worse because yes, indeed, they DID do the papapa (and more than once because it’s actually quite good)

Idk they’d probably dual cultivate together, and QYZ says that they’re cultivation partners which might be a better plot for their relationship than everything else I just wrote honestly idk, but the same thing would happen with Pei Ming getting beaten up and everyone trying to explain to QYZ what dual cultivation actually is, and Quan YiZhen is like no he really puts it in, and it’s really amazing so we do it a lot

“No no no, not like putting his hand in your hand, but putting his… thing into your… place???”

“That’s exactly what we do?”

(Insert pikachu meme)

But like yeah, I could imagine it also starting because Quan YiZhen wants to increase his cultivation and he hears about dual cultivation. He doesn’t really know what is really is and assumes it’s just like holding hands and stuff, but definitely overhears that Pei Ming is very experienced with it… and if he’s going to learn to do something… he might as well learn from the master??? I think Quan YiZhen would spend a good year trying to convince Pei Ming to teach him lmao

Idk there def has to be the sad moment when Quan YiZhen gets the rude reminder that Pei Ming is/was a manwhore who’s slept around (possibly still sleeping around) with a bunch of different people and he has to confront his FEELINGS which he’d probably be okay with the fact that he liked Pei Ming, but would be upset with the rude awakening that the feelings may not be mutual or that there’s no exclusivity in their weird relationship (but wow I hate the sadness so I can’t even)

Without a doubt, Pei Ming asks Quan YiZhen to call him “Daddy” but Quan YiZhen literally doesn’t understand. “But you’re not my dad????” “That’s not really the point??? It’s more of a sexy thing?” “Why would being my dad be sexy???” Pei Ming would really try to pull out all the moves and seduce Quan YiZhen in an attempt to make him say daddy, it happens, but QYZ is still confused

Modern!AU where Pei Ming is Quan YiZhen’s sugar daddy someone make it happen???????

Idk, I’d have to reread through the parts with QYZ and Pei Ming to think of ones that are more… domestic??? Lmao really I can only think about it as experienced Pei Ming teaching naive Quan YiZhen how to have a good time :)))))) but i’m v soft for couples like this omg

[aethersea]

more in the thrilling saga of My Ongoing Teen Wolf Thoughts

‘the monster doesn’t want to kill you, it wants ME to kill you so that it can control me’ is...a surprisingly sophisticated plot. nice going, teen wolf writers, props for that one

Jackson and Scott BOTH freaked out when the alpha howled, which is...real bizarre? Scott was forced to wolf out, and Jackson just screamed in agony for a bit, but uh. intriguing, definitely. esp since it was Derek who stabbed him, not the alpha

the only thing I remember about Jackson is he’s a jerk who gets turned into a sad lizard monster, I have no idea how or why being shanked by a non-alpha wolf would turn you into a lizard, this makes no sense

it’s really cool though, I approve even as I don’t get it, I’m all excited to find out what’ll happen to him on the full moon

I’m starting to think not a single teacher at this school deserves their teaching credentials

Scott was mildly rude to his mom, I’m gonna smack him, you can’t be rude to your mother who is loving and supportive

teenage high school drama is Rather Silly and it’s funny to see it made important by the fact that getting dumped might literally cause Scott to go on a murder spree

Scott is really whiny. no one else on this show actually whines. it’s really annoying, and I keep having to remind myself he’s a literal child, children are allowed to whine, it’s not like he doesn’t have good reason to be upset + he’s extra angry bc the full moon’s upcoming. still. pls stop, it grates, you’re sixteen already, this is rather uncalled for

that said he does Budding Serial Killer really well, hot damn mr scott actor, you look like a cross between a mob boss and his most efficient hitman, I genuinely believe that full moon is Bad News

I have just remembered the other reason I loved Stiles so much: his best friend is periodically filled with bloodlust and attempts to kill him, and his reaction is to be absolutely heartbroken and also Solve the Problem Anyway, the friendship the loyalty the absolute Slytherin devotion...

they’re trying to push some sort of Jackson & Allison romance here, but the first time he talked to her alone they literally played suspenseful horror music and had her flinching away from him in that uncomfortable way of ‘why is this man talking to me in a deserted place, oh god how do I defuse this, no one would hear me if I screamed’ so uh...not gonna buy it, writers!

ok now they’re pushing Jackson as the Threatening Mid-Level Bad Guy and that’s just far less concerning, why is it that whenever this boy smiles I suspiciously assume he’s Plotting Something but whenever he’s actually plotting something I’m just like ‘eh whatever someone will snarl at him or something and he’ll stop being our problem’

I genuinely don’t care about Peter Hale, but I DO care very much about the absolutely agonized look on Derek’s face as he fights his uncle, against whom he knows he has no chance, because his uncle tore his sister in half. the pain! the helpless rage! the misery! it’s Terrible