#i think abouf this All The Time

[dreamaboutwhathappens]

it’s interesting to see how taylor has always imagined her ideal partner as being courageous (“headfirst fearless,” “this love is brave and wild,” “you walked in wearing a football helmet and said okay let’s talk,” “don’t blame me love made me crazy if it doesn’t you ain’t doing it right,” “standing broad-shouldered next to her was a love that was really something….”) and how i think at first she thought that joe simply being willing to be with her felt courageous but then as she grew she realized that it wasn’t enough of that feeling because he wasn’t always standing broad-shouldered next to her, only when it was convenient for him. and that’s not fearless. that’s just doing what’s easiest

[skyburger]

why couldnt they get divorced like normal people whyd they have to drag the whole world into it

[shortmexicangirl]

I think the poll lacks another very possible option: all of lovesquare are dating. No angst abouf it. Evil? No issues dating multiple people at the same time

AKDJKSJSJ ethicallly non monogamous evil love square dating on every side

(or unethically because yknow,,, they’re evil)

[yakool-foolio]

idk if youd like a random anon ranting abouf stuff in your inbox but m yeah

its intriguing to me how just every ship with yomi will absolutely be a toxic one hes the "human" embodiment of toxic oozepair him with anyone and theyre in the trenches of abuse or any of his toxic antics in the matter its just so weird and fucked up but it still doesnt not interest me

since i like vivia but hate yomi but am intruiged by him my brain made a weird concoction

vivia and yomi dating yet absolutely hating eachother vivia just deals with his shit because idk ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh just a big what if what if fav x absolute worst character i hate that guy but oh well

im not sure if people would think of me the same if i told this to them so im saying this anonymously to a random person on tumblr

would like to hear your thoughts

From one rambler to another, I implore you to rant to your heart's content! It's like a mutual exchange of brainrot; you rant to me and I rant back!

Yomi is the go-to for all your unhealthy relationship needs. I'm all for the idea of Yomi n Yakou being bitter exes and Yomi n Hitman Zilch/Aide being a doomed couple cause they're just so interesting to talk about. Not to mention Martina being fit into the whole mess that is Yomi's radioactive relationships with any person in his vicinity. Yomi fuckin REEKS but man if he doesn't provide some of the most intriguing dynamics. There isn't a day where I don't look at Yomi n Aide and go 'is this allowed???' while also wishing them the best in their evil gay endeavors.

Shipping a favorite character with a least favorite definitely provides some comical results most of the time, but there's always something to glean from mashing them together. Vivia and Yomi wouldn't be able to stand each other, but I actually don't think Vivia would be too lazy as to not get himself tf outta there. It would take some time, sure, but the ghostly detective despises pain, one thing I'm certain Yomi hands out tenfold. The need to escape derives from the hatred of the harm, whether physical or mental, inflicted upon him. Vivia may have a distorted perception of love, but he's not foolish enough to surrender himself to the type of pain that doesn't remind him of the bitter past and his innocence. He's smart, he knows what's up. He wrapped himself up in the chemical explosion that is Yomi, but he'll find his way out of it. If the NDA were to ever find out about their relationship, hoo boy would Yomi be dogpiled on sight by the detectives. You mess with one of them, you get the found family tag team takedown.

[peridee]

Mae plays Return to Shironagasu Island

Hi,

So, I've neglected this blog a little, not for any particular reason though. I've still been playing a lotta games, a wide variety of games lately. I was planning to write about the Parascientific Escape series. It's a cool mix of visual novel and escape room, but as fun as it was and as much as I enjoyed the series, it's simply too rough and unpolished to recommend. So, in the end I didnt write about it.

I guess that relates to the other reason I've neglected this blog, I play a lot of games, and I often enjoy them and thinking about them, but theres no great impetus or need to write about em. So, I guess thatss the purpose of this blog, to write down my thoughts abouf games and to recommend decent or interesstng oness.

That brings us to today's game, Return to Shironagasu Island. Its a visual novel horror game with mystery elements. It was developed by Hyogo Onimushi. You play Sen Ikeda, a private detectve working in New York. He is hired to investigate a suicide and goes to Shironagasu Island to investigate. He takes his friend/assistant Neneko with him. She's a weird otaku type girl, who looks and acts pretty similar to Kuroki from Watamote. i.e She's plagued with crippiliing social anxiety the entire time. Unlike Kuroki though she has a photographic memory and is often vital in the investigation.

The game's strongest draw is the central mystery of Shironagasu Island. It's satisfying to watch it unfold. There's a neat cast of characters with their own motivations and its fun to puzzle out.

There's not really much more I can say about the game without giving too much away.

Gameplay consists of advancing dialogue, choosing dialogue options and clicking on things of interest. Standard point n click stuff. There are a few unique areas of gameplay, but again that'd be spoiling it. Honestly, its impressive how much the developer manages to achieve with only text and a some nice cg's. It's worth checkiing out for sure, I even wrote this blog post about it afterall.

There are some things I'd change, its often necessary to click the same thing multiple times and its not always clear how to progress. There are also a few possible game-overs if you pick the wrong choice, but these don't really feel impactful nor do they affect the experience besides making you reload and try a different choice.

I'd really like to discuss it with people who have played it, that's one of the best parts of video games. So if this post interests you, you can find all the possiible places to get the game on its offiical websiite below

Official Website

[starnightlover]

hey star, i'm ECCN from your last ask abouf pendulum reading. could i be your love anon 🩷?

also, your answers make so much sense. he's trying to suppress his feelings because he has a girlfriend (soon it will be me) so i think he's feeling a little bit guilty for having feelings for me.. but i know he's not going to feel this way for a long time.

sorry for my bad english, i'm not fluent but i'm in the way

Hi lovely!! Of course you can be my love anon!!

He will definitely be yours soon! Keep persisting and the 3d will conform! After all, he already is yours!

Don't be sorry at all, your English is amazing! I understood you quite well

[thatone-highlighter]

Thinking about authorial intent vs audience interpretation and thinking about how Never Gonna Give You Up is an excellent example to explain it

[katya-goncharov]

once again wishing I could just live with jody and the wayward sisters outside of term time

[ubassembly]

one of my main headcanons that can apply to every pokemon is that they can all display alternate colourations of varying rarity! but what makes a shiny pokemon different is, shinyness!!!!

like, not only will the colours be different but so will the texture? I think that’s the right word I don’t remember. The exact way this appears depends on the type of pokemon, some examples might be iridescence, velvet-like fur or glossier than normal metal, there are other ways this can look those are just what I can best describe at this time. But that is why they are called shiny and why in art styles that convey less texture and stuff they’re shown sparkling!

a pokemon can have a lot of variety in colouration and patterns but only one of those colourations will display shiny-ness, the others are just rarer colours, the colour of the shiny will always be the same colour and that pokemon cannot be that colour without it being a shiny.

there are a few exceptions of pokemon that have more than one colour that is a shiny, the cyndaquil line, charizard, dratini and dragonair and others! there can be subtle variations in shade like a shiny dragonite having lighter or darker pink wings, that would not be considered having two shinies it has to be pretty different.

the standard colouration of pokemon is the most common colour for that pokemon, generally alternate colours come about through breeding or are found in regions where the pokemon did not originate! some breeders try to breed for specific colours but pokemon have very unpredictable genes so this is usually unsuccessful and bad for the pokemon. the standard colourations can have subtle differences depending on region too! for example a dratini from johto is a darker blue than one from sinnoh!!

[itsthestutterforme]

I Reject You (Ransom Drysdale)

Summary: Ransom has a friends with benefits relationship with Y/N recently learned that she is pregnant with Ransom's pup but rejects him as the father because of how he treated her when they were together.

Notes: GIF is not mine, slight smut, fluff, A/B/O dynamics, mentions of human trafficking, mentions of depression, implied sexual assault (if any of these trigger you, please do not read. Take care of yourselves.)

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Here you are exactly where you promised yourself you weren't going. As soon as you saw Ransom sitting in your office chair, you knew where this was headed. He picked you up from your job and drove straight to his house.

Your body shakes when he lazily thrusts into your soaked cunt as you both are laying down on your side. Leaning your head against his collarbone, your mouth falls open when he rubs your clit when his thumb.

You follow his hips when he pulls out of you, leaving just the tip in before drilling into you hard and fast. "You are such a slut for my dick aren't you? No matter how many times you say you never want to see me again. You. Are. Mine. Omega." He whispers into you ear and you were starting to see stars.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips as you cum for the fifth time today. His knot pops open and his seed decorated your walls. He pulls out of you and you lay on your back, mustering up the strength to get up but he grabs your chin roughly so you could look at him.

"No one can make you cum like I can. No one." You pull away from his grip and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. You curse at your body for trembling. You needed to get out of there and quick before he notices something is off.

You noticed a different abouf a week ago and went to the doctor. Only to find out that you were pregnant by no other than Ransom Drysdale. The trust fund playboy. There's no way you were going to tell him the baby was his. You needed to end whatever this is and you needed to end it now.

"You smell different," he says, trailing his nose along the curve of your neck. "Is your heat starting?" He asks and you choose not to say anything. What is there to say to a man that calls you a cumslut one second and is worried about your well being, the next?

You stand on wobbly legs and slide on your underwear while in search for the rest of your clothing. "When I talk to you, I expect you to speak." He says, standing from the bed and you jump into your dress pants. When you reach for you blouse, he rips from the your hand and tosses it across the room.

Attempting to get the blouse, a growl emits deep in his chest and you still your movements. You don't meet his eyes but you could feel the anger blossoming in his gaze. He grabs your throat sharply and lowered his head until his blue eyes met yours.

"Speak, Omega." Chills rolls down your spine at his command. "There's nothing to talk to you about." "You could have just said that. You didn't have to ignore me." "I didn't peg you as the sensitive type, Drysdale." You snark, and he allows you to pull his hand away from your throat.

"You're not going to shower before you go like you normally do? What, am I that bad of a person?" "There's nothing normal about this, Ransom. And to answer your question, yes, you are." You walk across the room and button up your blouse.

"What's up with you? You've been acting bitchy all day." "Wow, you talk like you're a ray of sunshine." "You know what, you want me to speak. Fine, I'll speak. Don't talk like you give a shit about me because you and I both know you don't. The only thing you care about is getting your rocks off like a horny little bitch."

Oh your hormones are going to get you in trouble. The omega in you was trembling with fear of what Ransom was going to do to you. He snarls and before you could even think about running, he turns you around and shoves into the nearest wall. His eyes glowing a dreadful crimson as he growled in your face.

"You got a death wish, omega? Who the fuck do you think you're talking to." He snarls and you instinctively expose you neck to him. Your arm maternally drapes over your stomach protectively and he noticed. His eyes lost their glow and he stares down at your stomach with wide eyes.

He takes a few steps back and you could hear his anxious heart pattering in his chest. "Is it mine?" "No," you answer a little too quickly and he raises his eyebrow questionigly. "You're lying," he says, taking a step toward you with his eyes glazing over your mating gland.

"Absolutely not," you snap and he takes another step towards you. "Stop, Ransom. Please don't," you whimper as he blew warm air over your sensitive gland. Something else stirred inside of you that wasn't your omega part of you. It was something more dominant and heavy.

Your hand comes up and in between your neck and his face. Your gripped his face and shoved him as hard as you could with surprising strength. You sent him flying across the room. He initially landed on the bed and bounced off to land in the corner.

A deep, protective roar erupted from your chest and something happened that you dreaded for most of your life. Your eyes were glowing. Your eyes didn't shine a normal golden color. They glowed like a broken mixture between crimson and ogate from an unspeakable past trauma.

"What the hell are you?" He asks as your eyes restore to normal. "Baby," he adds, his features softened. "Stay away from me. And stay away from my pup." You threaten, before sliding on your shoes and walking out the door. You wave down a taxi who drives you back to your house.

"Hey, I stopped by your job and saw you- Y/N, are you okay?" Your mom asks as her eyes settle on your trembling frame. "He found out." You croak, she motions you to sit on the couch and you comply. "He found out about the baby?" She asks. "He found out," you repeat, watching as she realizes what you really meant.

"He saw your eyes?" She asks with disbelief. "He tried to forcefully claim me and I bellowed at him to protect my pup." "What are you going to do? Do you want to leave?" She asks, running a comforting hand down your arm. "I have no idea, Mom. I don't get it. I thought I wasn't able to get pregnant."

"This is a blessing, honey." She says and you shake your head. "It would have been a blessing if the father was a decent human being, but he's not, Mom. He treats me.." you trail off and your mother purrs sadly, resting your face on the sides of hers. "He's a terrible person, Mom. But I need him and I fucking hate it."

"I know, honey. We don't need to figure everything out right now. Take a deep breath." You take a deep breath and a series of sobs escape your lips. You're screwed and everyone knows it.

**

Ransom bounces his leg nervously in his Beemer as he parks outside of Y/N's house. He could smell her, she's in deress and she's feeling an immense amount of sadness. He doesn't even know what he's doing there. It's not like his presence would help anything. She hated him and he doesn't blame her.

He would always call you names and insult your intelligence to keep you rilde up so he wouldn't know how it was to be loved by you. He started to fall for you when you would talk back against his misogynistic tendencies. He loved how your nose crinkled just before you were about to snap on him.

You have guts and you stood your ground, regardless if you were an omega or not. He respected that about you. But now he wanted to show you that he was willing to change for you and that he treated you like shit because he was scared of what your love could to him.

But he knew you. You would tell him to fuck off and leave because that is what he was good at. He had a plan to get you to trust him, but if that doesn't work. He has no idea what to do with himself. With a deep breath, he hops out of his Beemer and stalks towards the front door.

He knocks firmly and he heard footsteps ascending to the door. His heart races in his chest but he swallows it down. The door opens and he meets the gaze of a very angry mother. "How dare you come here?" "I need to see her," "I think you've done enough."

"She's carrying my pup, I can't just leave her." Ransom's explains, desperate to be given the benefit of the doubt. "I've heard terrible stories about you. You trust fund, prick. My daughter made a mistake and I'm sure she'll learn from it without your help." She snaps.

"Did she say that?" "She did," "You're a terrible liar. Just like your daughter." He sighs when she growls defensively at him. "What happened to her? To her eyes?" He asks. "Please, I want to be in her life. She makes my heart tingle and that scares the hell out of me, so I tried to push her away by.."

"By treating her like trash. You have no idea how to deal with women, do you?" She asks and he shakes his with defeat.

"Come in," she says with a sigh. Ransom walks into the house much smaller than he's used to. That's what a family house looks like. The entire living room is the size of his walk in closet. But he understands why Y/N would call it home. "Stay here, I'll be right back." Y/N's mom says before disappearing down the hall.

He sits down on the side of the couch where your scent is the strongest. His eyes fall to the shut door closest to the kitchen. Your scent dripped from the room and it took everything in him not to burst in there and pull you into his arms.

Y/N's mom returns with a thin stack of newspapers. The looked to be a few years old by the font and the faded lettering in some places. The newspaper crinkles in his hands as he read the headline on the first page.

HUMAN TRAFFICKING VICTIM FOUND AFTER 7 YEARS. Below the headline was a picture of a young girl with bruises litering her face as she pulled the blanket close to her.

The most heart wrenching part about the picture was how hollow her eyes looked. It was like looking into a dark tunnel with no light at the end of it. Whatever she experienced ruined whatever childhood she had left. Ransom's eyes scan over the article and flipped through the rest of the pages, growing angrier the more he read.

"How long ago was this?" Ransom asks. "Five years ago. She was twelve when she was taken." Ransom shakes his head with disbelief and sets the newspaper on the table in front of him. "Can I see her, please?" He asks desperately.

"She hasn't moved since she came back from your house a week ago. She barely talks and eats. Hopefully you have better luck than I do." She says, motioning for the door.

Ransom stands up and opens the door within a few strides. Goosebumps littered his skin when he inhales Y/N's miserable musk. Tears threatened his eyes but he wiped them away quickly. She already been through hell and Ransom made it worse by treating her the way he was. She deserved better than him.

"Y/N?" Ransom starts but Y/N doesn't move a muscle. Her bed covers were draped over her entire body, leaving a small opening above her head so she could breathe. Her breathing was barely audible, she could easily be mistaken as dead. The room was dim from the closed curtain and lack of light.

Not knowing what to say, he decides he was going to stay there with her. Maybe.. hopefully.. his prescence is enough to comfort her because he has no idea how to do that as he was never comforted as a child. He was just told to suck it up and stop being a baby. He's a Drysdale. And Drysdale's aren't weak.

He shrugs off his peacoat and pulled off his cable knit sweater. He stepped a little closer to admire her nest but notice the lack of his scent. He drapes his cable knit over the headboard of her bed. Not wanting to push his luck, he walked away from the bed and slid down the wall a distance away from you.

He smiles when he hears you purr softly in your sleep as you notice his scent. "Baby, I'm going to stay here with you, if that's okay." Ransom says and you continued to purr. Guess that wasn't a terrible sign.

Later that night, Ransom left your house to grab a week's worth of clothes plus an assortment of clothes you could add to her you. You still haven't said anything but your vile scent of shame and sadness has lessened.

When Ransom came back, Y/N's mom offered him the guest room but Ransom claimed it was too far from her. So she pumped up an air mattress for him. He's spent every day in the room with Y/N without saying a word. One day, Ransom came back with sushi for lunch to see you out of bed.

You froze when you saw him down the hallway after closing the door to the bathroom. "You came back earlier than I expected," you say and a sigh of relief leaves his lips. You both stay in your spots and stare at each other, waiting for someone to make the first move.

"I'm not good at comforting people. But I am good at telling people what I know. And I know that I feel like absolutely shit for how I treated you. And I know what happened to you when you were younger. Why your eyes are the way they are." He starts. "The fact that you can stand up for other people despite your past makes you strong. A strong mate and a strong mother." He adds.

He sets the sushi on the counter and you shove your hands into the pockets of your sweatpants. "We're not meant to be parents, Ransom. This could be the worst thing that could happen to us." She explains. "Or the best thing. I don't know about you, but I've been looking for a change. And then I met you and that was the change I was looking for." He explains.

You eye him suspiciously, unsure of where this verbal affection came from. "Why are you saying these things? Did my mom put you up to this? I told her I would be fine." You say, walking down the hall and into your room. "She didn't put me up to this. And no, you're not fine." He says, leaning against your door frame.

"Baby, we're in this together." "I don't trust it. I don't trust you. I've seen what you're capable of and the way you treat people. And I will be damned if I let you treat my pup like that."

"Your pup?" "My pup," you repeat, placing a hand on your stomach. His gaze falls on your stomach and he nods to himself like he's making a decision in his mind.

"Mark me," he says, taking off his pea coat, cable knit sweater and tank top underneath that. He sets on the air mattress and nears you slowly. "What? No." "I'll honor the bond. I'll be yours and only yours. I won't mark you unless you want me to. Just please, mark me."

"This is insane," you start and takes your hand to place on his cheek. He inhales the scent of your pulse point on your wrist before placing your hand on his mating gland. You shake your head no and he sits down, pulling you into his lap and burying your face into his neck.

Your inner omega takes over and you wrap your arms around his neck. "Alpha," you whimper. "Oh, omega. I'm so sorry, baby." He whispers. He stares up at the ceiling as he tries to hold back his tears but it was no use. He always thought that he was fucked up because Linda never showed him any affection as a kid.

But to hear about what you experienced as a kid. The fact that you had nothing and you had your will and autonomy stripped from you. Ransom's autonomy was the only thing he felt like he truly had. He rubbed circles on your neck and you sigh into his. He learned that from a Google search he did but you didn't know that.

You pull away from his neck and cupped his cheeks, pressing a warm kiss on his soft lips. You were desperate for each other's touch, but it wasn't in a sexual way.

It was more like a tending to an internal scratch. Your eyes fluttered closed and he lifted your chin to deepen the kiss. Your tear stained cheeks rubbed against his and his tongue swiped against your lip, begging for access.

You glady give him the access he needed and his happy hummed vibrated your chest. He pulled away slowly and held you gaze before exposing his neck to you. You couldn't believe your eyes. The Ransom Drysdale was exposing his neck to you. Submitting to you. Maybe he wasn't bluffing after all.

You ghost your fingers over his mating gland and he sighs at the touch. You look to him and he nods, encouraging you to continue. Your tongue darted out to moisturize your dry lips and press a kiss to the sensitive skin. You purr as you inhale his musk of honey and crackers, his favorite childhood snack.

."Y/N, please." Giving him one last look before sinking your teeth into his neck, his mouth falls open and you bite down harder until you could taste the metallic drops of his blood.

You lick away the droplets of blood escaping the wound before pulling away. You lick away the blood from your lips and expose your neck to him but he gripped your chin and shook his head.

"You have to want it." He says sincerely. You barely recognize the Ransom in front of you. His ogate eyes dilate as they met your Y/E/C eyes. And in that moment you realize that Ransom was just as broken as you were. He truly was yours.

[thefunniestguy]

ur my designated avdenture time guy so have all this

THAT BIG MESSAGE IS SO RIGHT I COULD LITERALLY MAKE MYSELF CRY JUST THINKING ABOUT IT. LIKE. OUUUUUUGH WHEN BETTY WAS BROUGHT INTO THE FUTURE (?? FUTURE TO HER , PRESENT DAY FOR EVERYONE ELSE) IT WOULD HAVE BEEN GREAT IF LIKE , WE GOT AN EPISODE WHERE SHE LEARNED ABOUT SIMON FROM MARCY ,,, THEY COULD HAVE BONDED :(((( BUT ALSO I AGREE W YOUNG MARCY AND BETTY , BETTY WOULD HAVE BEEN THE WORLDS GREATEST MOTHER-FIGURE ESPECIALLY COS WE LEARN FROM OBSIDIAN THAT MARCY THOUGHT HER MOM WAS SCARED OF HER FOR SOOOO LONG !!!!!@!! THEIR MUTUAL LOVE FOR SIMON AND MUTUAL WISH TO TURN HIM BACK INTO HIS OLD SELF , THEY COULD HAVE WORKED TOGETHER REALLY WELL ,,,,, EVEN PB MAYBE COULDA GOTTEN HER BIG BRAIN INVOLVED ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

ALSO OUGH DIES DRAMATICALLY , WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY WAS I SO NORMAL ABOUT BETTY,, GRRRRR FINN MEMORIES DIFFER BC I WASNT NORMAL ABOUT HER BUT ?!?!?!??!?! INTHE SHOW ?@?!?!?!?!? HELLOOOOOOO SHES A HUMAN HELLO ?!?!?!?!??! ITS LIKE THE WHPLE. DESPERATE TO LEARN ABOUF HUMAN THINGS WAS JUST DROPPED ,, ??????? THERE SHOULD HAVE BEEN A SCENE WHERE FINN IS JUST GOING ABSOLUTELY BONKERS ASKING BETTY THE MOST TRIVIAL HUMAN THINGS, AND SHES JUST LIKE ":)???????"

ALSO BMO IS SO GREAT , SOBS ,, THAT FELLOW IS THE ONLY PERSON IVE SEEN DISLIKING BMO HELP ,,,,,,,,, THE NONBINEY THE SKRUNKLY THE LITTLE GUY ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[kiddiesmores]

Pretty Boys ll

taglist: @teamnicedynabitch

warnings?? none. just spilled food! enjoy <3

i also didn’t proofread imsosorry

Chaos 😔

• “THE CAKE THE CAKE THE CAKE”

• “HINATAAAA YOULL DROP I-“

• the cake fell.

• a sigh left kenmas lips. this isn’t the sight he expected you to see your first time at his home.

• besides from the cake on the floor, the significantly large house was really clean and tidy (i’d see akaashi as a neat freak so he’d force the boys to clean)

• focus focus

• you looked up at the scene in front of you.

• a bright orange haired boy wailing over a cake while a taller owlish man held back his temptation to lick the frosting off the clean floor.

• another tall man with rooster like black hair hunched over, laughing, kinda sounding like a hyena ?? you believe.

• and lastly another significantly taller man, hair dark and his skin slightly tan. very pretty blue grey eyes and solid black glasses, shaking his head and rubbing his forehead.

• but woah those eyes-

• “y/n, you’re spacing out.”

• kenma snapped you out of your thoughts, you couldn’t help yourself, the man was very attractive.

• “sorry kenken” you replied.

• you looked up at the men, all eyes on you now. you had to admit it was kind of nerve racking hah. a room of highly attracted men??slap yourself. (you’re attractive too you just won’t admit it >:(() two you recognized from tv. volley ball you think? yes that’s it.

• a small bow, “it’s so nice to meet you all, l/n y/n, thank you for having me”

• a small moment of silence.

• “no need to be formal, i don’t believe a bow is necessary haha.” the rooster haired man said with a smile, leaning cooly against the wall.

• you quickly stood, a little embarrassed. “i’m sorry hah, it’s a uh- uhm. a habit. i believe you’re all older than me so..”

• “AHH IM NOT THE YOUNGEST ANYMORE! LOOK, HES EVEN SHORTER THAN ME TOO HAH.”

• seems like his mood was better after the cake incident, you thought.

• “don’t be rude shōyō.” kenma scolded “sorry kenmaaa :((”

• you giggled.

• with a quick introduction and hugs, you learned that the bright oranged haired boy was shōyō hinata, a volleyball player for the MSBY black jackals team, along with the owl haired man kōtōro bokuto.

• the rooster haired man (which you soon learned was actually just his bed head) was kuroo tetsurou, a regular stay at home boyfriend. working some days at elementary schools as a substitute teacher for physical education.

• and the very attractive man with the grey-blue eyes, and black glasses, was akaashi keiji. a manga editor.

• “odd mix” you thought, but it seemed like they all fit together quite fine.

• “i think i can get used to this.” you say to yourself as you watch bokuto and hinata get scolded for leaving the fallen cake on the floor for too long.

Small Talk

Things calmed down and you all moved to the living room. A cute set up of different snacks and drinks were set up for you all to eat. It was very comfortable, especially the soft couch that you sunk into. Kenma sat next to you, handing you a cup of juice and a tiny plate of strawberries and mangos. You quietly thanked him and waited for everyone to get situated.

“So where’d you both meet?” Kuroo asked

“College-“ “A lecture-“

You two looked at eachother, you shared a tiny laugh before you finished talking, “We met at a lecture for my class. He was the main speaker.”

“Mmf- the onef he waz nervourh abouf??”

“Hinata don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“Sorry akaashi :)))”

“And i wasn’t nervous” kenma jabbed. “That isnt what you said before you left.” Kuroo said.

“Or on the phonecall before-“ Akaashi added.

“Well if you were—,” you cut in, “i couldn’t tell. you spoke smoothly and from what i could see, everyone was paying attention. You’re a good speaker kenken.” You looked down a and took a bite of your strawberry, but kenma held his gaze on you. “Really..?” You nodded, “Mhm, I think I took some notes about some stuff you said? I’ll have to look through my journal but, yeah. I say you did really good.”

Kenma was a little flustered. He’s received compliments from his boyfriends before about his public speaking but they’ve never really been there to actually see. (Or they were a bit biased since they’ve been dating him) But he finally had a outside point of view.

And it felt good. He squeezed your hand a muttered a thank you, and you smiled at him. The whole time the other men looked at you both, admiring the sweet interaction, and how sweet you were to their kenma.

“Anything else you wanna ask me?” You said. Bokuto and Hinata shook their heads. “I think that’s all we needed to hear, you both seem to be into eachother, and we love to see it.” Kuroo said. You felt a little bit of triumph in your heart. “Is there anything you want to ask us?” Akaashi asked. “We’d think you’d have some questions for us.”

You looked around. Everything felt so...comfortable. You sunk into the couch. “I don’t think so, I see everything I need to know. I like it here.” You admitted.

“So does that mean-“

“Yes i’ll move in.”

(*claps* well won’t you look at that. so this means i need a part three right?? bet)

[favberrys]

So basically i wrote a post on twt about how many (NOT ALL BUT THE MAJORITY) of male authors of anime/manga/tv shows/movies can't write female characters with complexity and i my account got suspended for "violent content", while in reality i just expressed my point of view as female fan who consumes these products. All the ppl who qrted my post where men telling me i was wrong, and said stuff like "read x anime" or "but x author writes great female characters", i need you all to realize that those authores who write good female characters are a minority, maybe two male authors out of ten. Istead of admitting that there is a problem in the way men represent women in media and i, as woman, called out that bad representation, they felt attacked personally and started defending their fav authors. I never even said the names of the male authors.

Very curious that all the women agreed with me and that all the people mad at me were men, incels who got my account suspended for expressing myself in a civil manner. I read the rules of twitter and i never violated them and it makes me angry that people who hurt others through twitter with bullying, racism, homophobia and ableism can keep their accounts and keep hurting people.

Anyway i tried to apply the procedure to get my account back, but i don't think it will work. I tried to use my other accounts to log in on twt and twt suspended all of them. I also tried to create new accounts and they were all suspended. I don't care abouf rts and likes, i just want to get my mutuals back, bc they were the reason i still used that forsaken app and i'm heartbroken about the fact that by time twitter allows me to get back they will all have forgotten about me, i met so many amazing ppl and since i followed many of them just on twitter i won't be able to talk to them anymore. I finally found a community i liked, with all its flaws and perks, and now i can't be part of it anymore and it wasn't my choice. These people who can't handle an opinion expressed without offending anyone, managed to get me suspended, i'm both angry and sad about this.

I have no idea how to find my moots bc i don't remember the @ of all of them.

Nothing else to say guys, just venting

[mianmimi]

I wouldn’t worry too much on there being no mention of Mordo so far. Chiwetel is a Disney darling, they love him, according to trade. All you have to do to be loved by Disney and get that coin is to be a professional and a team player, and Chiwetel knows this, which is why he keeps getting hired by Disney to do whatever.

There’s no mention of Mordo because there’s not even a script lol I’d expect real leaks and real info on the project in a few months. It’s still too early to know what’s up with DS2. We need to wait for Wandavision to come out, or for leaks and info regarding Wandavision to come out, and then we’ll have a clearer idea of what’s even up with DS2.

I wish they’d ignore the DS post-credit scene, tbh. They really wrote themselves into a corner with that one. imo, Mordo should be one of the victims of the snap. That way it wouldn’t be seven years of doing… whatever it was he was doing. It’d be two or three years, I think? More manageable time period, and easier to catch up with him. I expect Mordo to once again be the deuteragonist to Stephen’s protagonist, keeping the story as Stephen’s journey into being a better person and Mordo’s journey into losing himself.

Have DS3 be the actual showdown between them. Or have Mordo be an Avengers-level threat, have him as the villain of a future Avengers film, he can definitely rise to the job. More Mordo, that’s pretty much all I want and need lol More *alive* Mordo, I should add. Can they not do the cancer storyline they seem to want to do with him? I don’t want Mordo to die, y’all. Let his story end with him becoming the new aspect of the Living Tribunal or some mystical shit, and have Chiwetel voice him now and then.

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Thank you for this nonny. It helps put my worries at ease. I just worry so much abouf Mordo’s fate. He deserves more than what he’s getting and it just upsets me that he has this great set up with no other path in sight. Chiwetel’s definitely a Disney darling ^^ And I know that Scott Derrickson really admires Chiwetel and had these grand plans laid out for Mordo. I hope they still stick with their plans to make him a major player, but if not then I just hope they give him a memorable part. Honestly if they waste Chiwetel I would be beyond flabbergasted. Like who does that? Fools I say! Fools.

I would love for them to be reluctant allies in the sequel, with both trying to persue the other to join them, or to at least understand where they’re coming from. I subscribe to the thought that Mordo’s going to be the more stubborn of the too though, having made up his mind it’s hard to change it :( That’s why I sunk my teeth into their ship. They’re not gonna escape each other no matter what they do, and even if they wanted to. It’s so tragic and beautiful and damnit I want to see them struggle, argue, and fight together. It hurts because you know the other genuinely thinks they’re in the right and they’re doing what they do for the sake of the greater good T___T Owwwwww! *clenches heart*

[mocurlyshepard]

"Just Pretend to be my date" | Two-Bit

The dance at your school was coming up and you were beginning to be a bit on edge. It was frowned upon if you didn't have a date and it seemed like everyone had one. Hell, even if a girl didn't have a date she'd ask her cousin. The guy you did want to go with didn't seem interested in going to the dance at all.

The guy was Two-Bit Matthew's and he was your best friend and you guys were close ever since you were about six. You started developing a crush on him when you were about 12, probably because he was your first kiss.

It wasn't serious and it was one of your close friends birthday party where you guys decided to spend the bottle. It landed on you and then Two Bit. Initially, you were a bit grossed out. You never really saw Two as a romantic interest. This was the same guy who you ran around naked with in the backyard on hot summer days.

Two Bit being the jokester was never one to turn down a challenge. It was quick kiss, a press of the lips and it was over. Afterward, you found yourself thinking more and more about him and by the time you guys were 17 you were in love with your best friend.

You were jealous of all his other girlfriends, upset when he spent time with them over you. You tried to to brush it off, be happy for Two but you couldn't. That voice was in the back of your head. Reminding you how much you loved him.

You and Two were sitting on the hood of his car, smoking cigarettes and sipping off a shared beer. You decided to ask him to the dance, even though he told you how many times he probably wouldn't go. Especially since him and his latest girlfriend, Kathy, had just broke up abouf a month before.

"Hey Two,"

"What's up baby doll?" it didn't help that he give you adorable nicknames. You blushed and looked at him before taking a drag from his cigarette.

"I um. Umm. I know that you ain't going to the dance and all. But I really need a date. And you'd dont even gotta be my date you can just pretend to be my date."

He looks over at you with raised eyebrows. Your feeling like he might reject you. Two would never be rude to you. But sometimes it was hard whether to know when you guys were joking.

"You want me to be your date?" he grins. "Hell yeah, long as we can get drunk afterward."

You didn't spend that long preparing for the dance. Despite you getting upset because you couldn't find anything to wear. Dresses were usually a no no for you.

Eventually your mom gave you a dress that matched your liking. You were dressed and ready to go, the only problem was that it was 6:50 and Two Bit was nowhere to be found!

You knew he would never stand you up but you feared he was somewhere drunk and probably forgot about the dance.

"Honey, he'll come. Has Two ever let you down?" your mom questions as she fixes your hair.

Two bit was always there for you that was true.

"You're right." you say, agreeing with your mom.

Your heard perked up when you heard his loud ass car pulling into your driveway. You squealed with excitement when you heard him knock on your door.

"Hey sunshine." he greeted once you opened the door.

You were taken aback. You had never seen Two Bit all dressed up and honestly, you were expecting him to wear his normal outfit.

He had on a nice button up and dress pants. His hair actually didn't have that much grease in it.

"Wow, you look gorgeous." he says to you. You blush slightly and invite him in. Your parents take a photo of both of you before sending you guys off to the dance.

You guys are standing off to the side laughing and dancing with each other. "Two, you can go see your friends."

"I'm your date darlin', I can't leave my date." he says while grinning goofily. "Besides, I'm having good ass time with ya'."

You guys are dancing close now during a slow dance. He's cracking jokes the whole time as you guys are swaying. Asking what you would do if he tripped and fell in front of everyone. So you're surprised when you lean up to look at him and he kisses you.

"Two," you say when he pulls back.

"Ive been wanting to do that for a long time." he admits.

"Two-Bit, you jerk!" you say while smacking him in his chest. "God, I've loved you since I was twelve years old."

"Well shit, me too." he laughs. "I always thought you wasn't interested."

"I thought you weren't interested!"

"Well now that we know that both of us are interested. We should go steady." he suggests. "I thought I put hints out there." he says to himself.

You shake your head and sway with Two Bit. This was the best night that you could ask for, you had a date, a good time with your best friend, and now you guys were on the same page about your feelings.

"Yeah we should." you agree. "But first, let's get the hell outta here!" you say while grabbing his hand. You guys leave through the gum doors laughing and giggling, no one else knows whats going on. They shrug it off saying, there goes Two and Y/N.

[moonpixels]

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Hi love! Thanks for sending me this, I’ve kept it in my inbox for forever now. I had fun writing this but ngl I was stumped thinking abouf facts about myself lmao.

I have been obsessed with watching Buzzfeed Unsolved lately. I finished True Crime yesterday and now I’m on season two of Supernatural. 

My idol as both a child and an adult is Sailor Moon. 

3 years ago, I started collecting Sailor Moon plushies at each anime convention I attend. I have Tuxedo Mask, Sailor Moon, Sailor Uranus, and Black Lady so far!

My favorite candy is Haribo’s Twin Snakes. YUM.

The last movie I watched was The Haunting in Connecticut with my boyfriend. We watch horror films before bed all the time lol.

My favorite color is purple, but specifically pastel purples like lilac and lavendar. Pastels in general LOL