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[ponderingmoonlight]

Imma be an anon cause I'm bit scared . I fell in love with the way u write.

May I get a Headcanon with nanami if you're comfortable 🥺

A hurt /comfort where NANAMI raised his voice at reader which lead reader to distance him for a long period?

You can go anything with the plot . Thank you!

Hey honey, I'm not writing headcanons atm because I'm not comfortable with, but I decided to turn this into a full on fic instead - hope you like it, let me know! ♡

Nanami Kento raising his voice at you

Pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

Word Count: 2,1k

Synopsis: He had no other choice but to scream at you in the middle of a fight, snapping at you like he never did before. It took both of you a few weeks to realize that you can't be with each other...

Warnings: Listen, I adore the gentleman Nanami fics (as you can see on my own blog lol) but it was so much fun to let this man snap as well, to let his temper show once, this is a classy hurt to comfort with some angst - enjoy!

„Don’t do it, (y/n). You’ll get yourself in serious danger. Stay behind me and let me handle this.”

You huff in sheer frustration, eyes piercing through the back of his perfect undercut. Why? Why isn’t Kento Nanami able to trust you? You are a grade 1 sorcerer just like he is, so skilful with handling your sword that even Gojo is impressed by your abilities. But despite all of that, he positioned himself in front of you instantly when that special grade curse appeared, blocking every minor attack that might come your way.

Oh, how much you love that man, how much you adore the way he cares about you deeply. It’s not a secret to anyone how you feel for each other, how your eyes light up when he enters the room, how his gaze instantly softens for only you.

“I’m a big girl, I can handle this myself.”

But this is too much. Damn, you’ve been a jujutsu sorcerer as long as he is, constantly training to get better and better. It’s not fair to lock you out of this fight when your-

“Stop contradicting me all the time!”

The sharp tone in his usual calm voice makes you flinch, body moving backwards automatically when he turns around. His eyes are cold, so cold that your blood seems to freeze in your veins. You’ve never seen him like this, especially not when it comes to you. That sweet and tender man with a face that doesn’t show any emotion most of the time now looks down at you with venom spitting from his orbs, arms so tight that his veins look like they’ll burst any minute.

“This is too big for you. Now do me a favour and stay.in.line.”

“But I’m-“

“ENOUGH!”

“Kento!”

“You are acting like a stupid child! Now do what I said!”

You are lost at words, eyes staring into his furious ones until he turns around and hunts after the blue-haired curse named Mahito again.

A wave of agony washes over you before you can stop it, body feeling numb. It’s ridiculous to be hurt about his words, surely he didn’t mean to raise his voice at you, but still…

You swallow hard. But still it fucking hurts. Since you’ve known him, Kento never snapped at you. Not once, not in a million lifetimes. He was always tender when expressing his opinion just like you are. Yes, there were never heated arguments, cruel words or loud voices from any of you. But he just broke that unsaid rule.

He really hit you where it hurts.

-back at jujutsu high-

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

Your fingers ruffle through the pink hair in front of you gently, eyes scanning over Yuji’s bruised body. What an impressive boy he is. How did he manage to break through this sphere, to almost end that curse? For a new jujutsu sorcerer, he is remarkably skilled - and a true sweetheart on top.

“I’m doing fine, don’t worry about me, (y/n)-san. How are you feeling? You seem so…I don’t know, different I guess. Are you alright?”

You force a small smile onto your shaky lips. Is it selfish that you can’t forget the way Kento barked at you, that he basically told you you are too weak for this fight? You wish you were better than that, strong enough to outstand your self-seeking feelings and visit him in the hospital wing.

But you simply can’t. Not right now. Not when his stinging voice is still so present in your mind.

“Don’t worry about me, okay?”

“Hey, how you’re doing, sweet cheeks? Nanami is asking for you, are you free?”

You swallow away the big lump forming in your throat, eyes not daring to look up at her.

“Actually, I still have to tell Gojo what happened. Thank him for his invitation, I have to keep going.”

You need to get out of here as fast as possible, away from the stinging gaze of Shoko who knows exactly something’s up, who eyes you up and down. As if in trance you storm out of the hospital wing, straight into the burning hot sunlight, heart pumping so hard against your ribcage that you feel like fainting any possible minute.

“ENOUGH!”

His voice still echoes through your head, makes you feel like a child again. Kento never looked at you this coldly, without any emotion in his usual so soft orbs. What on earth did you do to upset him like this? After all, you were on countless missions together before, defeated multiple grade 1 curses side by side. What was different this time? Was it Yuji, the bad weather? Why did he decide to scream at you like this?

“What are you doin’ here? I was already on my way to look after you in the hospital wing. Aren’t ya supposed to be by Nanami’s side?”

Your heart stops for a minute. Fuck, Gojo Satoru and his cheeky smile are definitely the last thing you need right now. If he only knew how much his words make your heart sting in agony, how much strength it costs you to act like nothing happened. You know how ridiculous it must be, avoiding the love of your life over some random words and a harsh tone.

But you can’t help it.

“I was on my way to report about the mission”, you explain briefly.

“Is there something you need to tell me? C’mon, you can’t even look at me (y/n).”

Your glossy eyes dart towards Gojo. God, how pathetic you feel. Why aren’t you able to just get over it and move on? Why are you making things so hard for both you and Kento, standing here on the brink of tears instead of being by his side?

“I can’t have it right now, Gojo. Just leave me alone.”

But despite the way your heart aches for him, you continue walking towards your dorm. That stone cold look on his face, the way he clenched his fists.

“This is too big for you.”

“You are acting like a stupid child.”

You shake your head violently. No, you aren’t able to simply forgive and forget what you saw that mission. This man wasn’t the Kento Nanami you know and love, not the man you thought he was. What if it was all a lie? What if this is what he really sees in you? A weakling, a dumb child.

Breathe in, breathe out, don’t lose your composure.

“I need some time for myself…”

-a few weeks later-

Kento hates it with every fiber of his being. Waking up in the morning, your face still present in his sleep-drunken mind until reality hits him. Since he lashed out, you didn’t talk more than a few necessary sentences with him. And even though you don’t seem to be cold and distant, everything just changed.

Oh, if he could turn back time, if he was able to take back all those things he said to you. He should have stopped when you flinched backwards, should have stopped when your eyes turned glossy. But he knew your life was in serious danger, that Mahito is no curse to be messed with. The decision between hurting your feelings or watching you die…

At least you’re safe. At least Mahito was too focused on finishing him to even involve you into his sphere. This should be everything he cares about, it’s only naturally that you are hurt. But still…What would he do to hold you again, what would he do for you to smile at him as brightly as you did back then. He misses you with his whole heart.

“You could just try talking to her, y’know? I bet (y/n) might understand”, Gojo tries to cheer him up, legs laying stretched out on the table between them.

“I don’t want to force myself onto her. After all, I deserve her anger and disappointment.”

And oh, it was written on your face. The way your trembling lips parted, how your eyes widened just the slightest when his words hit you like a train.

“C’mon, don’t be so hard on yourself-“

“I hurt her. And I will never forgive myself for doing that”, he interrupts the white-haired man determined.

“Well, could you forgive yourself if she got killed?”

Nanami lets out his breath, simply stares into the distance. Of course Gojo is right. Damn, he doesn’t regret his decision. But still…

It hurts.

“Sorry. Do you have a minute to…talk?”

His heart stops beating. There you stand, nervously picking on your nails while you look at him. God, he always looks so fine. Why on earth does he have to look so fine? No, you have to focus. After all, you are here to talk things out. These last weeks were nothing but torture for you, your heart bleeding waterfalls every time you saw him. Oh, you never knew you were able to crave someone else this badly.

But there you are, standing in the door like an idiot.

“You sure can! I’m doing…some other stuff I guess. See ya!”

Within the blink of an eye, Gojo is gone in the wind and leaves you alone with him.

“You don’t have to stand there. Please, sit down.”

That gentle tone you know you well, his inviting voice that makes your stomach drop from time to time. With wobbly legs, you cross the room to sit opposite to him on the still warm chair of Gojo.

What are you supposed to say? How are you supposed to act? Your mind goes blank, forgets every little piece of conversation you trained these last days. Fuck, why are you even here? Maybe you should just leave-

He grabs your hand.

Nanami Kento grabs your hand.

“Let me apologize for the things I said to you back then. It was in no way right to snap at you like that. But when I saw what Mahito is able to do, when I realized he is far better than all the other special grade courses I ever encountered…(y/n), it might sound selfish, but all I could think about was saving you.”

You stare at him in utter disbelief, heart beating out of your chest. Did he…did he really say that?

“You…wanted to save me…”

“You are a skilled jujutsu sorcerer, probably better than me. But if it wasn’t for Yuji, I would be dead by now. To think that you might die…I couldn’t take it, (y/n). You are everything to me.”

“Everything…”

“This might be the wrong moment, the worst timing for saying such things. But I love you, (y/n). I loved you with all my heart for ages, love you for everything you are. Even though you aren’t able to forgive me what I said, even though you don’t want to see me again…(y/n), I love you.”

The countless nights you kept yourself awake pondering about how he feels for you, the countless nights his words echoed through your heart. The countless nights you thought you interpreted his affection wrong, that he doesn’t feel the same.

Vanished into thin air.

Nothing but a fade whisper in the darkness.

“These last weeks you were all I could think about. I thought you might not feel the same, that you might not be the person I thought you were-“

He squeezes your hands firmly, the troubled ocean of his eyes getting lost in yours.

“I’m not able to put my feelings into words the way you deserve it, (y/n). But I know for sure that I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

You snap. All these nights without him, the grief you were put through, his gorgeous face close enough to touch while you couldn’t allow yourself to. With a swift motion you crawl over the table that divides the two of you, closing the distance of these past weeks with a kiss.

A kiss that contains all the anger, the disappointment and the affection you hold for him. That gorgeous man who swept you off your feet. That gorgeous man who showed a side you’ve never seen before, who risked his own life in order to save yours.

Nanami Kento.

“God, I love you (y/n). I love you so much”, he mutters against your lips, hands pressing you firmly against his warm body.

“I don’t want to let go again.”

He smiles against your mouth, eyes gleaming like the sun itself.

“Then don’t”.

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[loganwritesprobably]

– Sanji with the 2° genre, prompt (u.) 🍡

You know, I never would've paired this prompt with Sanji, but I think its more harsh nature pairs itself well with a masculine reader, so that's what I'll do! This ended up being pretty long so everything is under the cut

Since this is the first one I'll be posting like this I'll just explain - anything where you only requested one character, I assumed was to be paired with a Reader, since I struggled with making a lot of them work as a solo thing.

Content/warnings: Sanji/M!Reader, hurt/comfort, getting together, reader is insecure, Sanji is kinda cruel at the start whoops, Sanji has a gay awakening

You'd been acting off all day, you knew you had, and while the crew hadn't mentioned it you were aware they'd noticed and that they were beginning to worry. Generally, you kept in high spirits. Not today. It wasn't any much, your insecurities had just been getting to you lately. You also felt ridiculous for letting that spoil your mood all day, which was only making your mood worse. You were the least attractive person on the crew, in your opinion (outside of Chopper because who is calling a kid attractive). Most days, you let yourself be confident in the fact that it didn't matter because that didn't make you ugly and you had a good personality so why did looks matter. Some days it bothered you anyway.

You were docked at an island while the log pose set, and pretty much all of the crew had received attention from people (of their preferred gender and not), outside of Chopper, but again, he didn't count (and he'd still had a group of teenage girls call him cute). You? You'd not gotten a single comment or even a look. It just made your stomach twist. It was stupid and you knew it, but it was eating you up inside. Worrying about that just led to more worrying about other things and you were spiralling a little even if you were attempting to pretend you weren't. It wasn't working.

"What's your problem?" Sanji asked as he emerged from the kitchen having just finished cleaning all the dishes from lunch.

"I don't want to talk about it, Sanji." He'd not gotten much attention from women, but oh boy had Sanji gotten attention from men. He'd brushed every one of them off, rather unkindly, and that hurt too. You'd had a bit of a crush on Sanji for ages now, but moments like that told you that you couldn't ever share that fact with the cook.

"Then stop moping! It doesn't help anything, and it's not great for the mood on board." He retorted with a roll of his eyes, and you rubbed a hand over your face with a sigh. You didn't want to lash out, but you really didn't have the emotional availability to be kind in that moment.

"Sorry Sanji, my bad, I'll just pack it all up and ignore it all - God forbid I have fucking feelings." You snapped, pushing off the railing of the Sunny where you'd been leaving to walk away. You didn't want to deal with his shitty attitude today of all days.

-·—·-—-·—·-

You'd hidden away to calm yourself down, then taken a shower to release some of the negative feelings you'd had pent up. Residual negative emotions lingered, of course they did, but you were more prepared to push them aside and put on a happy face. You emerged on the deck and sat down with Robin to talk about the book she'd been reading, allowing yourself and your better mood to be more easily seen by the crew.

"What happened? You really looked upset." Nami asked after a few minutes, having come to sit in her usual spot beside Robin.

"Oh, nothing. Just had a chat with Sanji." You said with a shrug, smiling at them as best as you could.

"I hope you're not spoiling these ladies days with your foul mood." Sanji said as he appeared with two drinks, one for each of the ladies in question. Robin and Nami snapped their heads to look at him, unbelieving he could be so cruel.

"No don't worry Sanji - I took your advice and just got over it. Won't catch me moping again. I'll keep that to myself from now on." You replied, mock kindness on your face and in your voice. You weren't going to start an argument with him, but that didn't mean you couldn't be passive aggressive at least. He fixed a hard gaze on you, but kept his smile in place. Wisely, he said nothing, and left the drinks for Nami and Robin before swiftly returning to the kitchen.

-·—·-—-·—·-

You spent the rest of the day avoiding Sanji, even having asked Robin to save you a plate of food so you could eat away from the rest of the crew and mainly away from Sanji. She'd delivered your plate loyally, and just gave you a smile before leaving you to eat in peace.

Eventually though, the plate did need to be returned to the kitchen. It'd long since gone dark, and you were just hoping that Sanji was elsewhere by now.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," you heard muttered from the kitchen, pausing outside to listen to whoever was so frustrated inside, "can't even be nice just for once. He just makes me so-" it was Sanji, of course it was. You weren't sure what else you'd been expecting. But he was in there, scolding himself, and it sounded like he was doing it over how he'd treated you.

You didn't knock, just pushed open the door and let yourself in, plate still in hand. Sanji stopped stock still, staring at you as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have. You gently set the plate down on the table, pausing for a moment before turning as if to leave again.

"Wait-" Sanji called out, making you pause. There was another beat of silence while the cook found his words.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, hesitating before continuing, "I was unnecessarily cruel. You didn't deserve that."

"Yeah." You simply said, because just saying that wouldn't make him forgiven. You'd never done anything to him, you'd both just always had a joking friendship, where you'd take playful jabs at each other. They were never genuinely cruel.

"I just-" he paused again, fighting with himself to find his words, "you make me.. feel a lot of things that I don't know how to deal with. I just look at you and it all.. bubbles up inside of me and for some reason the only thing that ever gets out is something mean. What I said earlier was too far, and I am sorry. I was just worried." He finished, and you finally turned to face him. Sanji was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was fighting not to put them elsewhere - his hair your brain helpfully supplied.

"Okay," you started, nodding slowly, "but that isn't a good reason. You didn't even try to get me to tell you. You didn't probe at all, you were rude when you asked what was wrong and then accused me of ruining the atmosphere on the Sunny. That's what you told me and best you can come up with is you were 'feeling a lot of feelings'?" You asked, growing more and more angry, but also more upset. You knew you couldn't have Sanji the way that you wanted him, but you'd at least wanted him as a friend. Maybe that was too much to ask for.

"I'm sorry! I'm not good with words - I can't make my brain tell my mouth what I'm thinking and I really want to help you understand even if you don't forgive me." You would forgive him, you knew you would, this would be petty to lose him over and would jeopardise the crew. But you couldn't be the same after this.

"Try."

"It's different than with other people. You feel- you make me feel different. I don't understand why. I just look at you and it's like.. the whole world stops moving for a minute," Sanji leaned forward, resting his hands on the table and stared right down at the wood rather than looking at you, "I've never felt like that before. It's scary. How am I meant to deal with something I don't understand? So I'm mean to you instead because maybe then it'll go away? I know it sounds stupid. And then when we're out and people look at you.. something just comes over me. I hate it. I just glare at them until they back down because they're not allowed to look at you like that."

You understood suddenly what Sanji was talking about. All this time you'd been so sure of what you couldn't have and in the background Sanji was having his gay awakening because of you. You were desperately trying to hold back, but you couldn't help laughing. He shot up straight as if he'd been struck, wounded by your laughter.

"I'm sorry- I know this is serious. I promise I'm not laughing at you, just the situation really. Sanji.. you have a crush on me. That's what that is." You told him, slowly approaching to close the space between you two.

"No! I- I like women." He defended, but he was hesitant, as if your words had given him clarity.

"Sure. But you also like me."

The two of you stood, silent, staring at each other. You, waiting for Sanji to decide what the next move was, and Sanji, processing the new information. In retrospect, he realised it was a little obvious.

"I acted like a little boy pulling on a girl's pigtails." Sanji muttered, suddenly a little humiliated.

"Yeah, a little bit." You agreed, and the cook just sighed. You both fell into quiet laughter finally, the tension of the entire situation drifting away.

"So uh.." Sanji started after a while, you let him find his words before responding, "what now?"

"That's up to you. I've liked you back for a damn long while now, but you've only just realised. You can go and take your time to process that new part of yourself if you w-" you didn't get to finish your sentence before Sanji's lips were on yours for the first time.

Yeah, now you definitely wouldn't be the same after this.

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[musings-of-miss-j]

no rest for the wicked (nor the foolish)

part one: in which you, a genius graduate from the akademiya, are blackmailed recruited by the fatui

a harbingers x gn reader series!! (includes dottore, childe, arlecchino and pantalone x reader. the rest of the harbingers will most likely not be romantic interests)

notes: slowburn. slowburn so slow u have to squint to even see the damn flame, long asf, snarky reader bc i said so, reader has a sprinkle of social anxiety, reader is referred to as 'miss' but no pronouns, mostly fluff and crack, slightly suggestive, blackmail, i just really wanna interact with these self-important pricks making out is honestly optional

please inform me of any pronoun slips!!

status: ongoing, updates every thursday-saturday

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word count: 4993

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Standing before the not at all imposing entrance of the Fatui Headquarters (even now you vividly remember complaining to Lisa about it as you packed; "Couldn't they have chosen a more creative name?") you began to ever so slightly doubt your choices. Fresh out of the Akademiya and ambitious as any foolish valedictorian, you'd snapped up the offer of  continuing your diploma in Snezhnaya immediately. Or at least that’s what you told yourself rather than acknowledging the thinly-veiled threats in their letters. "It'll look fantastic on my resume," you'd remarked to Alhaitham, that arrogant sod of a professor, over a bottle of wine. He'd scoffed and taken it from you, downing a generous swig, before saying something along the lines of "I certainly think it'll be a relief to have you several hundred miles away from Sumeru, even if you're going to be an insufferable brat about it."

Absolute ass of a man, you thought fondly to yourself as you climbed the stone stairs up to the gates. Snow fell hard and fast and stubborn as Albedo when it came to the superiority of alchemy over all other areas of science, and by the time you'd hauled your luggage to the wrought iron gate your shoulders had a fresh dusting of white powder and the stairs had become really quite treacherous; you lost your footing twice. At the very least, the only witnesses to your humiliation were creatures of the night.

You paused on the top step to catch your breath. A scientific genius you may be, and yet your stamina left much to be desired; and damn was that a ridiculous number of stairs. Every puff of breath crystallised into a swirling cloud in front of you, and you suppressed a shiver as a cold gust of night air wormed through the openings of your coat. Craning your neck to survey the enormous building - perhaps "palace" would be a more accurate descriptor - you felt the full force of the Fatui's power. Which was definitely their goal. Hewn from black stone, most likely imported from Liyue, the tips of the towers disappearing into a clouded sky, the rare breed of albino ivy you'd researched in your second year crawling up every wall and windows with intricate stained glass patterns... Despite your resolute determination to remain unimpressed at most things in life, you had to admit the place was utterly stunning. You could practically hear Kaveh raving about it in your ear, though in your opinion the spikes atop the fences were a tad too much.

After another moment of sizing up the place and feeling very much like you were being watched, you pushed open the enormous gate. Frost from the metal stuck to your gloves, and it swung open with barely a whisper. You silently thanked whatever mechanic had been in charge of that as you stepped into the shadowed courtyard, which was about as welcoming as the stairs; completely deserted. Archons forbid anyone welcome a foreign student, and you trudged across the layer of snow towards the front door with your footsteps made an incredibly satisfying crunch as you walked. You marvelled at the snow for the millionth time since you'd arrived in Snezhnaya. It was hardly common in Sumeru, and while you knew you'd grow tired of it by the time your three-year study was over it was rather pleasant now, glittering and white and covering every surface; the whole country had a lovely consistency because of it. You ridiculous perfectionist, Dehya snickered from the recesses of your mind.

The front door was also enormous (surprise, surprise) and you had to tiptoe to reach the metal knocker. Fashioned to look like a roaring leopard (a snow leopard, you'd wager) it made a very authoritative and disproportionately loud sound when released. Superposition, your brain helpfully supplied as you stood on the doorstep, determined not to let the biting cold get to you. You tightened your gloves and checked the inner pocket of your coat for your identification paperwork and tidy stack of mora, debating the merits of knocking again. The middle of the night wasn't a forgiving time, and the building (headquarters, palace, whatever) was growing less and less interesting the more you had to stare at it. Just as you'd begun glaring at the door and mentally cursing the name of every Fatuus you could think of, it swung open to reveal a luxurious interior. You kicked the snow of your boots before stepping inside, immeasurably grateful for the rush of warmth the crackling fireplace provided. The main hall of the building was every bit as grand as the outside, with a thick, midnight blue rug and stone walls carved into beautiful designs and inlaid with silver. No doubt that it had warming properties.

Mildly apprehensive, you took a step further into the hall. The door, very unhelpfully, slammed shut behind you and much to your chagrin, you jumped a little at the bang. You shot the closed door a glare before setting your bags down and casting another glance throughout the room. Beautiful and empty. Damn it.

The urge to call out was certainly strong, but your voice would definitely echo and bounce off the walls and ridiculously high ceiling. Hardly a graceful way to begin your career with the Fatui. Instead, you tugged off one of your gloves with your teeth and rootled through one of your many pockets for the most recent letter you'd received from them.

Your acceptance of our offer has been duly noted. We expect to see you on the aforementioned date at the Fatui Headquarters with the required paperwork to prove your identity, education and other important information. You will be received upon your arrival by Number Eleven.

May the Tsaritsa reign eternal.

Signed,

Director of the Fatui Harbingers

Pretentious and unhelpful as the first time you'd read it. You pocketed the letter with a sigh and collapsed into one of the armchairs scattered in front of the fireplace. Might as well make yourself at home in the place you’d all but been dragged to. The flames flickered and danced, and in your tired state you were utterly mesmerised. The armchair was so very comfortable, too. You ran your fingers absent-mindedly over the arm and decided it was most likely genuine leather, and busied yourself with trying to decide whether the rug was real fur so you wouldn’t fall asleep. With your luck, ‘Number Eleven’ would never show up and you’d be found like this in the morning. The thought was mortifying enough to make you sit bolt upright and discard your glasses to vigorously rub your eyes, before staring intently at the engravings scrawled across the walls.

Bits and pieces you could recognize as Snezhnayan script, and some others seemed to be vague and artful depictions of the Tsaritsa. A corner of your brain toyed with the idea of meeting her as you continued to survey the room. It was highly unlikely, of course, considering you were offered a research position to continue your diploma and nothing more, but the thought remained intriguing nonetheless. More so still when you considered the possibility of meeting her before the famous Traveller and selling whatever information you found to her at a rather outrageous price. You refrained from snorting aloud as the logical side of your brain tore itself away from trying to decide if the silver inlay of the walls was pure or a compound and very firmly reminded you that you had no business entertaining impossibilities.

With a faint grumble, you pulled out your pocket watch and scowled at its ornate and unwelcome face. Twelve minutes past midnight and the damned ‘Number Eleven’ still hadn’t deemed it fit to appear. You glared at the watch. It was a lovely little trinket, one you had horrifyingly spent all your first-year savings on during your time at the Akademiya; Alhaitham and Tighnari had taken great pleasure in pointing out what an irresponsible decision it had been, while Lisa applauded you for, and you quote, ‘finally letting loose a little and actually doing what you want!’ You stared at your reflection in the watch’s pearly face. You couldn’t help but miss Sumeru and your friends already, even though this was hardly the first time you travelled; Liyue had been a similar experience, but it had been so long ago that the sting was barely there. The watch ticked on, and you refocused to find that another two minutes had passed. You snapped it shut with no small measure of irritation before grabbing your bags and making your way to the staircase; if these Fatui were so bloody behind schedule or unorganised enough to have forgotten that a new recruit was meant to arrive then you certainly didn’t intend to wait until they sorted themselves out.

Ugh, I miss the Akademiya. At least no one was behind schedule there.

The blissful exasperation lasted you all the way to the top of the staircase, and then abruptly fizzled out when you found myself facing two diverging corridors. The thick carpeting muffled the sounds of your footsteps, and the walls here were adorned with veins of silver too. Windows with ornate black framework lined the walls, and a faintly glowing flower that looked reminiscent of the jasmines in Sumeru bloomed from the cracks in the stone. Wind buffeted relentlessly against the windows, howling and whistling and fluttering the flowers’ white petals while you stared down the two corridors and debated which one to take. They were lit with a silvery, almost liquid looking row of lanterns that were blatantly disregarding the laws of physics by floating in mid-air. You shot them a contemptuous glance. Magic was no cheap affair, and who knew how the morally questionable inhabitants of the palace were maintaining their pretty little lights? Your eyes paused on an arched doorway to the right. Servants’ quarters, perhaps? Hauling yourbags back over your shoulder (Jean had been right yet again. You were regretting bringing so many books) you stepped towards the door and knocked as quietly as you could. The noise echoed smugly across the stone walls despite your best efforts, and you glowered resentfully at the door. A scuffling sound came from inside, and the door was thrown open with what you considered an unnecessary amount of force; it seemed like they were out to frazzle your nerves, and you jumped as the wood banged against the wall.

A lanky young man who couldn’t have been much older than you stood in the doorway, dressed in what you assumed was normally a very dapper grey suit that had been reduced to a pitiful array of wrinkles and what you hoped was red wine on the cuff rather than blood. After carefully letting your eyes sweep across the Hydro Vision without any reaction, you looked up and met a pair of unsettling blue eyes rimmed with dark circles that could even rival yours or Layla’s. A sleep deprived and possibly homicidal Vision holder. Joy. And now he’s smirking. The hell is he smirking at?

He continued to stare. Oh. They're... lovely.

“Hello,” you said, adopting what Mona called your “disinterested and politely sarcastic business voice.” He had the audacity to smirk even wider and lean against the doorway, as if you were somehow amusing. Resisting the urge to bristle and whack him in the face, you continued. “I arrived here around”- you took out your watch –“Seventeen minutes ago and I’m rather lost. Could you perhaps help me if you’re familiar with the layout of the building?”

He just stood there, arms folded and eyebrows raised slightly, looking overall much too smug for someone who was wearing a stained suit and clearly hadn’t brushed their hair in several days. Their shockingly ginger hair. He was probably called ‘carrot-top’ as a kid, and you bit back your own smirk at the thought. Your non-existent patience rapidly dwindled, and you wished for invulnerability so you could snap at this smug overgrown brat. It wouldn’t do to offend anyone now no matter how tempting the prospect seemed, that was for sure; even the offer of a position here had seemed more like a threat than anything else and you weren't keen on receiving any legitimate ones now that you’d arrived in Fatui territory.

Several uncomfortable moments passed, with the man looking at you like you were an interesting exhibition in a museum and you looking back with what you hoped was a well-restrained expression completely devoid of Archons I’d love to punch you right now.

“Well then. Thank you for your time, sir,” you said, breaking the silence with a dose of sarcasm that definitely left behind the entire concept of politeness and veered dangerously into ‘you seem to be quite the idiot and you refuse to spend a moment longer in your company’ zones. “I recommend a mint extract to sleep off the hangover,” you added drily with a meaningful glance at the crimson stain on his cuff.

His eyebrows (even they were ginger) rose a fraction of an inch higher, and he laughed. Once again, you resisted the urge to scowl, picking up your bags and preparing to leave this foolish drunkard loitering in the corridor.

“Ah, no, don’t leave,” he said between chuckles, pushing himself off the doorway and stepping closer. He even had the gall to take one of your bags, but at least his voice wasn’t slurring.

“I’m ever so glad you’ve finally deemed this situation worthy of verbal exchange,” you said, still firmly in the Fuck you, asshole tone of voice. It seemed to just further his amusement, and he grinned at you as he hoisted your bag over his shoulder.

“Comrade, don’t be upset,” he replied, still grinning as he closed the little door behind him and gestured at you to follow him down the left corridor. A quick run through of the facts confirmed that following this ginger idiot was likely your best option, and you strode after him. “I was just having a little fun, that’s all.”

“Right, at my expense,” you muttered under your breath, lengthening your stride to keep up with him. The flurries of snow outside the windows became white blurs in the corner of your vision. “May you ask who you are, good sir?”

“No need for the fancy titles,” he said in that same infuriatingly easy-going tone. You’d gotten the impression that he took nothing seriously, and it only solidified the longer you walked with him down this corridor.

“Just call me Childe.” He shot you another one of those cheerful grins over his shoulder as he led you through the palace, which still seemed utterly deserted besides the two of you. Realisation hit as you processed his words.  

“Oh, I see. You’re the ‘Number Eleven’ I’d been waiting for downstairs.”

“Perceptive of you, comrade.” You noted that he hadn’t bothered to ask for your name. Quite likely he already knew who you were, if the Fatui network was as well-informed as you’d heard. “You must forgive my oversight,” he added with a wink, of all things. “I found myself rather… shall we say entangled in some night time affairs.”

The implication wasn’t lost on you, and you carefully kept your face impassive as he watched intently for a reaction. Ah. A court jester is what this fool is.

“I’m certain you won’t repeat it. You seem like a professional,” you replied drily, following him down a narrow flight of stairs.

“I can’t say I can make any promises,” he shot back, smug and cheerful as a bloody- as a bloody Harbinger. At least the sarcasm wasn’t completely lost on him.

You settled for mentally calling him a spineless sod rather than retorting.

“I trust you’re well aware of the reason for my presence here?” you prodded, slipping on an uneven step and hoping he’d trip over his own feet.

“You wound me with your assumptions,” he replied in a mock hurt tone. “It's almost as if you’ve already decided I’m totally useless.”

You refused to dignify that with a response, instead staring at him pointedly until he relented. “Oh, alright, alright.” He sighed, making a wide, dismissive gesture in the air with his gloved hand. “You’re the new lab rat, right?”

“I am stunned by your eloquence,” you muttered. He chuckled, dashing any hopes you’d had that he wouldn’t hear. “But despite your crude description, I suppose it’s apt enough. I am here to continue my studies, yes.” At this point you couldn’t see the merit in continuing to be polite, not after his blatant admission of sleeping around on the job. You resolved not to take him seriously unless you absolutely had to.

“Archons, do all you scholars talk like that?” He remarked absent-mindedly to himself, pausing in front of what looked to be a long stretch of… wall. “Dottore does it too. It's strange.”

You knew ‘Dottore’ as Number Two of the Harbingers, but more primarily as the infamous Akademiya outcast who’d been exiled for the atrocious malpractice in his experiments. Irony of ironies, that you’d spent four years being warned against going down his path and now you were kicking off your career by working with him.

Childe, amidst your pondering, had begun to methodically trace an assortment of Snezhnayan letters within the silver engraving with his finger. They glowed blue, and a cursory glance at his Vision proved that he was using elemental power. Probably to break a seal of some sort. You watched him intently, discreetly noting the order of the letters down in a notebook. It didn’t pay to be uninformed, after all.

As he lifted his finger off the last letter, the wall slid and neatly tucked itself away to reveal what seemed to be a meeting room. A long table ran along the centre, with towering windows displaying the distant mountain. You spared the view a wistful glance; what with the thick clouds and relentless snow, the stars were blocked out entirely, and though the rolling expanse of glittering white was beautiful you knew you’d miss seeing the constellations through the gaps of the rainforest’s leaves.

The room was empty except for a single one of the velvet-cushioned chairs, where a striking woman clad in a jewelled white gown that looked impossible to pull off in this freezing weather lounged. She barely spared Childe a disinterested look before turning her eyes on you, and you were immediately nervous under the crushing weight of her gaze. One half of her face was obscured by an elaborate black mask, and you couldn’t help but feel thankful for it. Even with only one of her eyes trained on you, it still took an effort not to fidget and pick at your clothes or hair, and maintaining eye contact proved harder still.

What is it with the Fatui and uncomfortable silences? you thought desperately as you fought not to look away, the rushing wind, crackling fire and distant howls of wolves pressing against your ears as the silence and the woman’s gaze persisted with unwavering intensity. Childe watched with unbridled delight, clearly amused by the whole affair. Asshat.

Though the quiet smothered the room, you refused to break it. This was clearly an intimidation tactic, and though you had to admit it was rather effective you were even more reluctant to let it show; being the first to speak would be handing this fascinating, fearsome woman a measure of power you wouldn’t be able to take back. And so you met her stare with as much dignity as you could muster, trying not to appear defiant or rude. Which you discovered was a delicate balance that was ridiculously difficult to maintain.

When she spoke, her voice crawled through the gaps in the blanket of silence and lingered in your ears like clinging smoke.

“So. You’re the new recruit, are you?” She was impressed by your composure, not that she was willing to show it.

She crossed one leg over the other, regarding you with curiosity rather than outright hostility. You bit back a sigh of relief and bowed your head ever so slightly. Respectful, but not timid, you told yourself. 

“Yes, ma’am, that’s right. I thank you once again for this opportunity.” 

She pursed her lips, withholding an endeared smile. What a stunning shade of red.

“Hm. You see you’ve met Childe, our Number Eleven,” she remarked, adjusting the red and black cloak on her shoulders. “He’s quite the idiot, don’t you think?”

You swallowed. An elegant trick question; if you agreed you’d be disrespecting one of the Harbingers, but if you denied her claim you’d be throwing in your lot with Childe, a course of action you were determined not to take. This woman was clearly more influential than him either way. He watched you with a grin that was growing annoyingly familiar, as though he was privy to some joke happening at your expense, as though everything existed solely for his entertainment. You’d yet to decide whether he was a sadist or just incredibly immature. 

“I’d prefer not to impart judgement so hastily, ma’am,” you replied with the barest touch of humour. Make it seem like you’re part of the collective joke. “I had the honour of meeting him barely”- you pulled out yourwatch –“Twenty four minutes ago.”

She rewarded you with a dazzling and thoroughly terrifying smile for your careful answer. As clever as their reputation paints them, she thought.

“I see Pierro’s judgement is still sound even though he’s an old bat by now.” This she directed mostly at Childe, and they shared a private chuckle over the matter.

Pierro… their superior, no doubt.

“Welcome, dear,” she said to you, getting up from the chair. Even that action she carried out with flawless elegance, moving towards you as though the air itself could never have the audacity to pose any resistance to her. She stopped barely half a foot away from you, close enough for you to discern the remarkable craftsmanship of her mask, black glass and lace swirling in elaborate patterns and settling over her face like a second skin. She grabbed your chin in her hands, and you felt yourself flush at the scrutiny as she tilted your face towards the faint light of one of the floating lanterns. No doubt she saw your wavering composure, if the smile on her face was any indication.

“I am La Signora, Eighth of the Harbingers.”

Ah, no wonder she’s so self-assured and elegant.

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, ma’am.”

Her smile widened slightly.

“You’re very meek, dear. It doesn’t pay to be so docile in this line of work, you know.”

You flushed a deeper shade of red. Both Childe and Signora latched onto the change in your demeanour, discreetly revelling in your adorable flustered expression.  It was a calculated statement, crafted to make you question yourself and second-guess your attitude. The Eighth Harbinger was clearly a puppeteer, pulling strings and jerking limbs with her seemingly harmless words, and it irked you to think that this striking, frightening woman would try to make you dance for her. You could feel Childe’s gaze boring into the side of your face as well as La Signora’s, and the retort on the tip of your tongue escaped before you could stop yourself. 

“Does that mean we’re on a first name basis?”

Childe laughed, and you glimpsed him folding his long limbs into one of the chairs by the fire to watch the situation unfold. La Signora herself raised a perfect eyebrow and let her hand drop from your chin, surveying you thoughtfully. You were seized by the bizarre urge to cover up even though you were fully clothed.

“Ah,” she said softly. “You have quite the tongue on you after all, little one. Perhaps you shouldn’t bite it so often, hm? I’d hate to see your teeth be stained with blood.” Your poise certainly impressed them both, but your cutting wit was simply delightful.

Oh, she’s good, you thought.

You offered her a smile tinged with irony. “Of course, ma’am.”

Seeming to grow bored of swatting at your nerves with her perfectly manicured claws, she turned to Childe.

“Show the young recruit to their quarters, Eleventh. Without dallying,” she added with a meaningful glance between you. You would’ve been indignant at her insinuation if you weren't in a daze from her piercing questions and barbed remarks. She swept past you, trailing her cloak behind her, perfume lingering even as she disappeared from the room. Dark and smoky.

 You breathed a sigh of relief as her footsteps faded, and Childe turned his attention back to you from where he was sprawled in the chair. It must be a bother, having such long limbs that need to be arranged like that just to fit in a normal chair.

“You’re part of the family proper, now,” he told you cheerfully, lacing his fingers behind his head. “Mama Signora put you through the wringer and you survived. Really, congratulations are in order, Trixy.”

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“That isn’t my name,” you pointed out, taking off your glasses to rub your eyes. Exhaustion from the journey and the Harbingers was starting to rapidly set in, and you longed for a bed. And for Lisa and Dehya and Sucrose and Mona with a bottle of wine so you could complain about the situation to them.

“Well, you’re one of us now,” he replied, rising from the chair in a single, fluid motion that was oddly alien. “You need a code name!”

Archons alive, is he trying to get me to argue with him? Probably.

“Before we address your entitlement for thinking you can choose a name for me, code or otherwise, let’s discuss the fact that I’m not a Harbinger, shall we?” You leaned your back against the wall, replacing your glasses so you could shoot him a pointed look. He just grinned smugly in return, his eyes crinkling with the secret little joke he had with himself. You really were so sharp, he thought. Like the edge of a blade he longed to wield. 

“Says who?” He countered, winking. You raised your eyebrows, unimpressed at his attempt to throw you off.

“Show me to the quarters, would you?”

“Look at you, bossing me around even though you’re ‘not a Harbinger’! Don’t forget, Trixy, even if you do become one you’ll still outrank you by a mile.”

“I'm quite certain you could usurp you with relative ease,” you countered, enjoying the back and forth despite yourself. “You’re only Number Eleven, after all. And don’t call me that. It sounds like a juvenile nickname.”

He chuckled, making his way back to the door. Or the sliding wall, you suppose.

“I thought it was pretty fitting. You definitely have more tricks up your sleeve than you let on, charming Signora like that.”

You frowned, contemplating the exchange you’d had with her as you followed him out, dragging your bag while he carried the other.

“I hardly think that qualified as charming even by the most dubious of standards.”

He turned back to face and grabbed your bag, hoisting it over his shoulder with an ease that left you apprehensive. Clearly he had the raw physical strength to boast of.  He continued up the stairs, seemingly unencumbered by your atrocious luggage and you took two steps at a time to keep up with him and his unfairly long legs.

“Ah, you just don’t know her well enough to judge. Trust me, she was pretty impressed.”

“I’m afraid you lost my attention the moment you told me to trust you.”

“Come on, Trixy!” He shot the grin you were coming to think of as his trademark, wide and boisterous and faintly insincere, but good-natured nonetheless. “You can’t hate me forever, you know. You’re gonna be here for a while, and you’ll find yourself liking me eventually.” 

“Ah, yes. Stockholm Syndrome,” you deadpanned, hurrying up the last flight of stairs and onto an unfamiliar landing, nearly bumping into his back. He just laughed and walked onwards down the long corridor.He’d win you over, eventually. He led you past rows and rows of identical doors, each one numbered in silver and outlined with what you presumed to be protective spells and then stopped in front of number twenty five.

A good, solid number, you thought to yourself with an air of satisfaction, stepping into the room after him. He dumped your bags unceremoniously onto the rug in front of the fireplace (you prayed the protection charm Xiao had given you would prevent your glassware from shattering) and with one final smirk and a sing-song “Nighty night, Trixy” Childe tossed you the key to the room and disappeared.

The room – your room – radiated comfort. From the blankets piled onto the bed to the glowing jasmines flowering along the cracks of the window to the buttery leather armchair by the fireplace, the whole place was lovely. Too lovely, in fact, for a mere recruit, and suspicion reared its head. The room had been Childe’s, unbeknownst to you. and he sneakily made you its new tenant. You checked beneath the rug and the wonderful, sturdy desk by the window, and poked along the top edges of the bookcase and shook out the blankets, but nothing seemed out of order. Which only served to further your suspicion, though you didn’t have any clue what could be hidden. A bomb? Ridiculous, the Fatui wouldn’t risk damaging their headquarters to eliminate someone with no power. A kamera? impossible to hide unless it’s on the walls or ceiling. You decided you didn’t care very much. The likelihood of assassination was incredibly low, you reasoned as you stripped off your coat and settled into the bed, wrapping the blankets tightly around yourself to stave off the cold.

You estimate that you fell asleep less than two minutes later.

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[kylejsugarman]

its crazy how u can distill the two schools of thought regarding "pushing students to succeed" using two of jesse's offscreen, throwaway high school experiences. early in the show, we see that jesse still has a chemistry test with walt's "ridiculous—apply urself" comment written at the top. it's no secret at all that walt presently thinks very little of jesse's intelligence, that he views him as a Failure. and even if that wasn't necessarily the case back when jesse was actually walt's student, u get the feeling just from the way those three words are written that walt never attempted to understand jesse. the "ridiculous" insinuates that walt actually does see potential in jesse, that he feels that jesse could succeed, but the "apply urself" is where everything falls apart. it's a simple directive. there's no guidance, no attempt to understand why it is that jesse's NOT "applying himself" or how he operates. i mean, we see right off the bat in the show that walt does not Get jesse and makes very few attempts to adjust his opinion of him because it has already been set in stone (junkie, failure, lazy, irresponsible), and based on walt's other interactions with different characters, he doesn't take it very well when other people don't act according to His standards: he views it as an intentional display of insolence or some engrained shortcoming. walt doesn't instinctively see how people's personalities and pasts and self-perceptions and current dilemmas shape their behavior, and that probably translated to a premature dismissal of jesse as a lost cause when his directives, his commands didn't prompt any change in behavior. walt told jesse to do better, jesse didn't, and that's where walt stopped because clearly jesse is not Willing and has too many Static character flaws to do better.

and then u have the story about jesse's woodshop teacher. the one who saw jesse's first pass at the box project and said "u can do better than that". in some ways, it's not so different from the "apply urself" comment: the teacher is asking jesse to apply himself, to try harder. but it's not that simple directive that in two words assumes that jesse wasn't applying himself and is willfully failing. the teacher sees jesse's potential and he also sees jesse's personality. he knows that this kid won't say "yeah sure whatever" to a comment like that and continue to do the bare minimum. jesse needed to be told that he Could do better, not that he Should do better. he needed to be told that there wasn't just "potential" in him: there is concrete skill and talent. the teacher saw that jesse had been written off time and time again because of how he thought about and approached his work, how jesse had come to accept what he saw as the Truth (he isn't smart, he isn't good at things, he's a failure), and he challenged jesse to question this label. to not just passively accept it. jesse initially responds to this challenge out of spite, but as he tells the story, u see just how much pride and joy doing that project inspired. how he was able to make something Beautiful, how there Was something in him capable of success—how maybe people were wrong about him. obviously jesse needed more support than that to truly change his behavior and how he viewed himself, but there's a reason that jesse daydreams about putting that kind of care and effort into carving a box during the finale when he's at his lowest. he's retreating into one of his brightest memories—the memory of what it was like to love himself, even for just a moment.

[many-but-one]

tw / cult ment. don't answer this or acknowledge it if it may trigger u!!! /gen

what r ur opinions on those videos that r like, "top 5 scariest cults in the world" ?

So, I think this question requires a nuanced answer.

On the one hand, they piss me off. Especially the ones that sensationalize the horror without paying respect to the actual survivors of the horror. Unfortunately, content farm type YouTubers and a lot of true crime YouTubers don’t do a very good job of being respectful about the topics. To them, it’s a scary story to tell to their fans to make money. To those who survived cults like these, it’s real life. We don’t get to turn off the computer or unplug the headphones from our podcast and move on with our life, these are our real life experiences that live on with us forever.

In the rare occurrence that a YouTuber or podcaster DOES pay respect to survivors and victims and doesn’t sensationalize it, I do appreciate that they are spreading awareness that this sort of thing is real and really does happen. It is annoying that survivors have to rely on YouTubers of all people to tell their stories and be believed about them, because gods forbid a survivor tells their firsthand account of these experiences.

I once encountered a YouTuber that did a significantly better job than most when talking about a particular topic related to cults and CSEM, and I commented something along the lines of “as a survivor, thank you for talking about the topic respectfully and sharing the horror without sensationalizing it,” and the comment replies I got from people ranged from “I am so sorry you went through what you did, you are very strong for continuing to heal from such atrocities” to people literally begging me for details on what happened to me (and when I said “lol no” they got ANGRY at me! Like, are you kidding??) Multiple people tried to claim that since I disclosed I was a survivor of a very similar sort of trauma and abuse, I should be willing to talk about details and they “didn’t see what the big deal was” and seemed incredibly annoyed that I wasn’t willing to disclose the details of the atrocities I have lived through. As if the second I disclose that I have lived through something terrible, they are now entitled to know the details of said traumas. Thankfully, most people in my comment replies had sense and told those people that they were being absolutely ridiculous for trying to force what happened out of me and that they were not entitled to hear my story. And then of course, the commenters saying I was a liar and faking and that “children don’t actually survive these things” and such like that. It was absolutely incredible the amount of immense entitlement to my information and that people genuinely demanded for me, a random YouTube commenter, to disclose the horrific things that happened to me.

And that I believe is the main problem with true crime enjoyers and content creators. They don’t see us as people, they see us as content. And if you don’t see the fucking irony in that, I don’t know what to tell you. I was content to be consumed as a child and I am once again content to be consumed as an adult. Nobody sees survivors as real people who lived these things and are affected by them forever. They see us as a scary story to listen to while they fold the laundry and turn off when it turns their stomach too much. They listen to this stuff so often that it desensitizes them to the fact that this stuff is real life and happens to real people and those people DO survive this stuff.

Don’t get me wrong, I also enjoy listening to some true crime. But whenever I see content creators on YouTube and podcasts sensationalizing and not paying respect to the survivors and victims of said atrocities, I can’t listen to them anymore.

[sarcastic-positivity]

(i havent seen anough of these with gerry's pov so here u go)

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“Gerry?” Tim was sitting opposite Gerry on their couch, scrolling through something on his laptop as Gerry drew on his tablet.

He looked up from his drawing. “Yeah?”

“What is your opinion,” Tim turned the laptop to face him, revealing an image of a snake eyes tongue piercing diagram from Google Images. “On this?”

Gerry looked up from the laptop to him. “Uhm, it’s a piercing?”

Tim rolled his eyes, adorably. “No, dumbass. What do you think about me getting a tongue piercing like that?”

Gerry stared at hi, dumbfounded. "O-oh. Uhm." He didn't quite know how to answer, as his only thoughts his brain was giving him were 'pretty' and 'hot' which were, to say the least, unhelpful suggestions. He settled for "Nice."

After a moment, Gerry decided to interrupt the tense silence. "This- this came a bit out of nowhere, didn't it?" He tried to give Tim his classic half-flirtatious smirk, only mostly managing to do so.

Tim looked over at him. "Well, i told you about it already." When Gerry's only response was a confused look and a tilted head, he continued. "Yesterday. Remember? I was looking at your piercings and said i wanted one."

"Oh." Gerry found remembering that specific conversation to be very consequential to the bloodflow in his face. (How close Tim was to him, the warth of his breath near his face-) "I didn't think you were serious."

"Well, I was."

Tim turned back to his laptop, and Gerry turned back to his tablet. They both sat in silence, the strange tension in the air nearly suffocating the both of them.

Suddenly, Tim closed his laptop and leaned over to look at Gerry's tablet. "Whatcha drawin?"

Gerry quickly turned the screen off. "Nothing." He was sure his face was ridiculously red.

"Ahwww, c'mon, Ger! Show your work to the class!" He was such an ass (and he loved him for it).

Gerry smiled wealy, blushing face growing redder by the moment. "Er- uhm, f-fine."

He opened his tablet to show the drawing of Tim he'd been working on for nearly a month. It was, in his opinion, one of the best drawings he'd ever done (and that may or may not be because he's in love with the subect).

"Woah.." he heard Tim whisper softly. "That's-" He cleared his throat and leaned back onto the couch, speaking more clearly. "That's great, Gerry! I can't believe how talented you are."

Gerry looked at him, stunned.

"...What?" Tim replied to Gerry's silence.

Gerry cracked a smile. "Nothing, really. I- I'd just expected you to make a stupid joke."

Tim grinned back, wide and stupid (his common scheming smile). "There's still time for that."

...

"Oh, hey Gerry! Back for another?" The woman at the front desk of the tattoo parlor recognized Gerry instantly, him being one of their regulars (as much as a tattoo shop can *have* regulars).

"Nah, Carol, not today. I'm actually here for Tim!" He gestured to the man next to him, who seemed fascinated with the strange decor more than anything else.

"Oh!" Carol looked pleasently surprised at the news. "Well, Tim, what are you planning on doing today?"

Tim looked at the woman for a moment before saying, "A- a snake bite piercing, i think it was called." He looked over at Gerry for confirmation, who nodded in response.

"Perfect! Right this way!" She ushered Tim to the back, who gave Gerry one slightly nervous thumbs-up before following her.

...

Tim walked over to Gerry after a bit, fidgeting with his tounge, feeling the sides of his mouth experimentally.

"Let me see," Gerry said to him when he got close enough.

Tim showed him his tounge, a bit red and swollen, with two fresh new silver piercings. Gerry lifted Tim's chin a bit to see it better, which made Tim's face glow like his blood was radioactive. Gerry grinned slyly at that.

For some reason, deciding in that moment to make whatever was going on with Tim worse, Gerry said, "Damn, now you have to wait a whole month before you can kiss me."

Tim looked about as red as was humanly possible. He cleared his throat into his fist, promptly deciding the floor looked extremely interesting and refusing to keep his eyes off it.

Gerry, on the other hand, grinned at this masterpiece of a man blushing at his stupid flirt. Suddenly feeling a burst of confidence he'd basically never before felt, he kissed Tim (lightly, of course, as to not disturb the piercing).

Tim melted internally. Externally, however, he kissed back.

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(might do another, might not, depends on if i feel like it or not)

!!!!!!!!!!!!omg asdfgjll

[yuseirra]

**Onk ch 160 spoilers**

I'm really sorry about talking what's not been brought up in official yet, I got SENT stuff and it just...bugs my head so much because I've been having so much brainrot regarding this series lately, my mind keeps functioning on its own and I can't stop my head from running. Please dodge what's below if you wish to keep from it.

You know, I've thought it through last night after having met up with my friends and had a blast(we went to karaoke and Fatal was added in the available songs!! It was so fun trying to sing it~)

If what Kamiki claims IS all true(and I think it is?? There is no reason for him to lie about those and everything makes sense and clicks together, it also does align to how he used to be)

I GOT EVERYTHING RIGHT ABOUT HIM. I GOT LITERALLY EVERYTHING RIGHT. I kept saying this guy can't hurt Ai. He doesn't have it in him. I GOT SO MUCH OF EVERYTHING RIGHT, I just see this actually being the truth really well, that should be how he is. It makes total sense.

And it turns out he really didn't take part in the murders either (except for Yuras which is still left ambiguous but didn't Aqua and Akane say Nino's responsible for it?;; what if he thinks he's to blame for that but it actually isn't? Then he isn't responsible for any of the murder cases that's happened onscreen at least)

Regardless of whether he's good or bad at this point, I feel like this guy is CURSED!!!; Weird things happen around him and I don't think the events that happened regarding Ai's death were intentional at least, if it were to be so, Aqua's reactions wouldn't have been like that. He didn't accuse of what happened regarding Ai, I think he's talking about what Kamiki's tried to do after that. Aqua believes he's after Ruby now and aims to stop him. Anyhow something's out to get this guy bad. His life is so unfortunate, it'd be hard not to grow insane at this rate. Aqua looks seriously on edge but the same should be said about Kamiki too

I analyzed this character's psychology all July~August, right? I don't know whether if he does want to hurt Ruby or not but if what this guy's said regarding what's happened to Ai is really the truth (and that's literally. Literally how I thought things would be all along?? I got 99% of things right except for the details that'd be impossible to predict on my own accord & only the author would know!!!) I think he really DOES love his children that Ai's left behind as well. I don't see him being any other way.

You have to see the little things people say that have no particular reason to be there and wasn't told after an inquiry but was just put out there on a whim. Those are what's usually the true feelings. He said he loves Ai from the bottom of his heart, he wanted to sacrifice his life for hers, and that he does have fatherly feelings, those, in my opinion, ARE what's really there because no one asked him to tell of these stuff and he just. Throws those ideas out there.

In that case, Kamiki's life is true suffering. He can turn out to be evil. I'll just.. Sit back and watch this series with a popcorn if that happens but if that isn't it and my interpretations of him are true(and with my perceptions of how he'd act.. Just matching up so perfectly at this rate I think I'm on the right track?) this guy would BREAK. What's happening to him now is too much. Ai would want to save him from his misery, she loved him, so I believe he's worth it. It's just ridiculous just how much he has to put up with. It's such an unfortunate life he has, how can he still smile when it's like that?

So yes..I have to see more eps to see just what will unfold,

But Kamiki's life is so cursed to the extent it feels weird. I think my theories about him can REALLY be it. Something is ruining his life and that's the black star, read over the lyrics in Fatal, there IS a star that's doing that to him if that's his song which I think it is.

Hsggkfjk um..yeah. That's.. Personally how things are going to make sense for me. Unless the author has some more plot plots they hid to overturn everything and prove what I felt about this character is wrong. I'm pretty confident about reading character emotions though. Those are things I end up getting right with pretty good accuracy.

[wwenhlimagines]

Idk if you're requests are open or if u take them, but if you do could you please do a headcanon for hook where he's dating an actress? 🙏

Red Carpet Romance - Hook

To celebrate Pride Month, all of my headcanons will be gender neutral. (Or at least as close as I can get)

Happy Pride Besties! 🌈

As a fan of wrestling from an early age, you loved to keep up with the newest stars and some of your older favorites.

When AEW debuted, you were so excited to see a new company as WWE had become a bit stale in your opinion, just like your career.

You play characters on sitcoms here and there, but most of them are only one episode jobs.

Without a consistent spot on television, you didn't have a huge following, but you liked it that way.

That was until you found out about a show about wrestling that was hiring. (Like GLOW)

They were looking for people who had a basic understanding of wrestling and were willing to train.

Luckily, you were a perfect fit, and you were soon on your way to train with AEW wrestlers.

It was still early on in AEW's run, so it wasn't easy to find them at their base in Jacksonville.

You started training with the younger wrestlers who hadn't been on TV yet, and that is where you met HOOK.

He helped train you for some basic bumps and tricks, and the two of you grew close quickly.

As you started shooting the show, Hook made sure to be on set as much as he could to keep an eye on you and hype you up when needed.

You weren't expecting to find love at work, but you couldn't stop the butterflies in your stomach when Hook hugged and complimented you after a long day of shooting.

Once word got out about the show, people started to recognize you on the street. You were excited at first, but it quickly became overwhelming.

You told Hook about this, and he told you his tricks of how to not get recognized.

The two of you bonded over your love-hate relationship with fame, and you would help each other around.

Soon enough, you were going out on dates in ridiculous disguises and having the time of your life hanging out with your best friend.

When the premiere for your show came up, you asked Hook to be your date, and he hesitated at first.

However, once he saw what you were going to wear, he knew he had to be right by your side.

As you were getting ready, you heard Hook ruffling around in the kitchen of your apartment.

When you walked out, he stood there in awe as you struck a pose. He complimented you and then led you to the dining room table where he set up some flowers, your favorite snacks, and a card.

"What is this for?"

"You thought I was going to just act like this is a regular day? This is your red carpet debut, I had to make it special. Now open the card."

You opened the card and gasped as you saw the words, "Will you be mine?"

You nodded and hugged him before pulling back a bit and leaning in to kiss him, hoping you didn't mess up your makeup.

The two of you go to the premiere and he lets you get plenty of individual shots, but you insisted on having him by your side for the majority of the red carpet.

Once you got inside, you held hands and made your way to your seats, where Hook made sure to tell you how amazing your technique was in the ring.

Tags: @hooks-martin @thesupreme316 @plentyoffandoms @gethooked @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hookswifeeyy @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

[wendytestabrat]

wendy was AWFUL in season 20 (FROM THE VAULT [like 2020 or 2021 idfk])

Season 20 is really the season that ruined Wendy’s character like I know Wendy was always inconsistent because she was voiced by a million different people, but I feel like once they settled on April Stewart as her new voice actress around Season 8 they did a decent enough job developing her character in a new way and setting her up for something, because before that Wendy was just seen as Stan’s crazy ass girlfriend, the girl who got breast implants and shot a substitute teacher into the sun and kissed Cartman which were all things Wendy did in the early seasons before she was voiced by April Stewart. But then April Stewart gave her that more mature voice, and then we got some pretty good Wendy episodes like “Stupid Spoiled Whore Video Playset”, “Breast Cancer Show Ever”, “Dances With Smurfs”, “The Cissy”, even kinda liked her in “The Hobbit” even tho she was kinda annoying in that one DJSJSJSJ. But what all of these episodes had in common was Wendy was like the protagonist in a plot or subplot and we understood things from her side and could root for her, like Wendy was usually put in a completely ridiculous situation where she got to be the hero and the only smart and sensible one surrounding a certain issue, which was usually about feminism. Like I felt like I agreed with Wendy in “Breast Cancer Show Ever” that breast cancer is a serious issue and people shouldn’t be making fun of it, and I agreed with her that photoshop and our unrealistic beauty standard is harmful to girls. But then out of nowhere Season 20 pulled a total 180 on her character and made her that villainaous antagonistic person again where she completely irrationally started a gender war and turned all the girls against the boys and then broke up with Stan for no reason and then it just gave me war flashbacks from all the times in early seasons and stuff when we saw Wendy act careless and selfish and treat Stan like shit. Like when she dressed as chewbacca for halloween and told Stan to dress up as raggedy andy, all of the little obnoxious things like that that made her unlikable and antagonistic before. I’m just sooo tired of not knowing if I should be rooting for or against Wendy. Because it’s easy to make a protagonist or an antagonist or anti-hero likable u just need to know which side they’re on if they’re good or evil DJSJSJ and Wendy will do something good that makes us like her one minute and then she’ll just be a complete asshole another minute. Even Kyle who is rlly flawed and stuff is still more of a likable character than Wendy in my opinion because he’s still consistent, Kyle is usually just put in that protagonistic/anti-hero position where he fights to take down Cartman in every episode with him. Because in a lot of the episodes that focus on Stan it feels like Wendy is Stan’s antagonist and like she’s against him, but Stan is literally the main character of the show so they need to make it clear if Wendy is on Stan’s side and fighting for the same good causes that he fights for or if she is just against him DHSJSKKSKS.

UPDATE 2024:

also the shit when she made fun of heidi for being with cartman was CRINGE but it was funny when she was roasting heidi after she turned into cartman 2.0 bc she deserved it when that happened DJSJSKSDG heidi didn’t deserve the bullying when she was still the same sweet heidi

[finallydelight]

waiiitt i have an idea for maya and jk 🥹🥺🥺 remember the clip about the perilla leaf debate and jk was so adamant saying he doesn't like it because the next thing they're holding hands and get married, like that jealous kook but with maya 🥲

alright I’m not even kidding- literally this morning I got a clip of this randomly on my fyp page and I had an idea in my head on what I wanted to do with that. like this is so creepy honestly, I love u for this 💗

THE PERILLA LEAF | Maya

April, 2022

''Jungkook, don't call her.'' Namjoon protested as the youngest pulled out his phone from his pocket to call up his girlfriend. ''Yeah, she probably has better things to do.'' Yoongi added, although he was amused by the entire debate. 

Jungkook shook his head as he pulled up her contact and dialled her number. ''No, I'm gonna call her and you're going to see that I'm right.'' To say he was a stubborn man, might be an understatement. 

''Hello?'' 

His agitated voice immediately replaced with a soft one as Jieun picked up. ''Yeobo, have you heard about the perilla leaf debate?'' He asked her, looking confidently at his members. 

''Yeah, Chaengie said something about it, I think. Isn't it whether it's okay for your partner to help your friend peel off their perilla leaf?'' Chaeyoung had mentioned this thing once to her during practice. 

Upon her answer, Jungkook put her on speaker phone so his members could listen to the conversation. ''Yes, that's it! What do you think about it? Do you think it's okay for your partner to help or not?'' He looked at his members with full self-assurance, he was confident Jieun would agree with him that it was not okay for your partner to help. 

''I don't care to be honest, it's a stupid leaf.'' 

The confident grin on Jungkook's face was wiped off within seconds of hearing her words. Meanwhile, the rest of the Bangtan group were laughing their asses off, except Taehyung because he shared the same opinion as Jungkook. ''Yeobo!'' 

''Jungkook, did you put me on speaker?'' She could barely hear her boyfriend as the laughter that was happening around him was getting too loud. 

He nodded, but realised he couldn't see her. ''Yes! Are you actually serious? So if I helped your friend with separating the leaves, you would just be fine with it?'' Jungkook couldn't believe what he was hearing. 

''Yes, why would that be such a big deal? It's a nice gesture.'' Jieun didn't see the fuss about the whole debate, she wouldn't mind Jungkook helping one of her friends out. 

''Why is that such a big deal? Come on! That's a marriage waiting to happen!'' His frustrations were of huge amusement to the men around him, Hobi laying on the floor holding his stomach. 

Jieun rolled her eyes when he mentioned the marriage. ''So what you're saying is that when we're out with one of your friends, Taehyung-oppa for example, I wouldn't be allowed to help him because you think that is cheating?'' She hoped her words would make him realise how truly stupid he sounded in her mind right now. 

''Is this your way of telling me you want to marry Tae?'' Jungkook was flabbergasted and his members had enough. Jin pulled the phone from Jungkook's hands. ''Jieun-ah, please don't listen to him, he's being a child again.'' 

''We're sorry for bothering you.'' Namjoon told her, knowing how the Twice girls always have packed schedules. ''It's alright, I was just waiting to record some songs.'' She was relieved no one was around in the waiting room, because her confused face must have looked ridiculous to the outside world. 

''I'm gonna hang up now, we have to continue filming.'' Jungkook's voice was heard again through the phone. ''Okay, I'll talk to you later, Guk.'' She sighed, she already knew he wasn't going to let this go for a long time. 

Seeing his defeated expression, Jimin decided to add some fuel to the fire. ''Bye Jieunie, if you ever want to go and eat perilla leaves with someone, I'm always availab-'' She didn't hear the rest of Jimin's sentence as the line was cut off, by who she assumed was Jungkook. 

''Hyung, don't talk to my girlfriend like that.'' Jungkook told Jimin, putting his phone away and walking back to his seat. ''I was just teasing, Jungkookie, your face was priceless.'' Jimin couldn't help but keep laughing at the entire situation. 

''Guys, let's continue filming, we're holding the staff up.'' Namjoon said, although he had a hard time to not start laughing at Jungkook's behaviour. Taehyung couldn't help but throw one last little dig. 

''Jungkook, what kind of ring do you think Jieun likes?'' 

''JUNGKOOK PUT THAT DOWN!'' 

Taglist: @stopeatread @sakuurra @seongwhaffels @cosmicwintr

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Popcorned Palace Has Gone Off the Deep End by u/Legal_Huckleberry_80

Popcorned Palace Has Gone Off the Deep End I just saw this video at Popcorned Planet, and I can’t tell you how much it pissed me off. The hyperbole, exaggeration, and manufactured concern were off the chain. I cannot believe that the Twitter chatter (I refuse to call it X) perpetrated by trolls and conspiracy nuts has leeched over to mainstream media platforms. And all of this hysteria and finger-wagging is because the Mother’s Day picture released by the Wales had some photo manipulation elements. All of this is driven by the fact that Catherine the Princess of Wales has been out of the public’s eye for almost two months. Everyone wants to know where she is. How she is. Blah. Blah. Blah. This is not a mystery. We were told she had abdominal surgery and would be out of circulation until after Easter. What part of this don’t the morons get? Why are people drumming up drama and speculation when the explanation was made crystal clear? Demanding to see the Princess of Wales before her doctors release her is rude and outrageous. Whatever happened to courtesy and respect for someone’s privacy? She does not owe us an appearance, an explanation, or anything else. Yet, the internet is a cesspool of theories and conspiracies about her health and well-being. If genuine concern for her well-being was at the heart of it, I wouldn’t care. But that is not the motivation. These people are cruel, hateful, nasty lowlifes.Catherine is not Lot Lizard and has never conducted herself like the creature Hazmat married. She doesn’t court media attention, and she doesn’t have Backgrid on speed dial. The trolls should not expect a future queen to behave like an attention-seeking Soho House whore. There used to be a time when professional journalists were respected and truth seekers, but that time is long past. Now they are gossip rags. They don’t research stories or have legitimate sources, they regurgitate tweets and pile on. They copy and paste each other’s lies. They are disgusting. As for Andy at Popcorned Planet, he’s lost me as a viewer. Check out his frenetic video for yourself. I can’t take him seriously when he asserts the Royal Family made a huge mistake with the picture and he “doubts things” because of one picture. He claims he understands that “some will have conspiracy theories,” and he can’t trust what comes out of Buckingham Palace anymore. If he can sit there with a straight face and check critical thinking and decency at the door to make wild and ridiculous statements like this, he doesn’t deserve one more minute of my time. https://youtu.be/yPMIXBjiNoo?si=lx0mGG7x8L_fnmLC post link: https://ift.tt/k5TFjwL author: Legal_Huckleberry_80 submitted: March 12, 2024 at 04:26AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[crguang]

I would do story-mode except I remember that I'd have to replay it for the gems and I don't wanna do all that xD. You started high-risk bfl this week, right? How much of a difficulty jump is it, in your opinion? I'm just worried that i'll be so trash that I accidentally earn less/week from high-risk than mid-risk LMAO. and mb for jumpscring you with the shalom banner timeline, but ngl, that's too soon (and too far) still.

can't believe I started on Angell's banner (you were the one who dragged me into this game with Suspect R and she ain't even playable SMH i'm still crying) and thought it would take forever to reach October. time really flies. idk man, just feeling a bit nostalgic lmao. and thanks for being a chill presence on tumblr, you're one of my favorite blogs. some blogs don't really interact much outside of posting fics/wtv, but i adore both your fics and just conversing with you feels really chill, like a safe space.

at least when you replay its just the fights so if your charas are built its nothing too crazy, but drifter camp battles were an actual nightmare to me like those stages are so ridiculous why am i fighting 20 unblockable enemies who explode upon death… mind you, even at level 50 i didnt know wtf to do with the bastion boss fight so im not even attempting it rn😭

i started high risk bfl like last week i think? personally weakspot carries me through 2/3 of it so its not too hard but the shackled captive… cant even make it past 60. my magic team suckssss, i got hecate to p3 along with eirene but its just not enough like idk. that one was hard in mid risk areak, now its 3x harder for me. i think depending on how much you were doing you’ll probably do less unfortunately

ALSO NO WAY I GOT U INTO THIS GAME DNENRNFKGK you got roped in with 3 pictures of suspect R its not my fault you’re gay asf /lh. but that means we started playing days apart omg. i remember when ppl told me shalom only reran once a year and i got so mad but now she’s just around the corner… damn. im soo glad you like talking to me bc i yap like its a job and i love that i can do it on here with people who share my interests!! i love talking to yall <3

[junjiie]

⠀♪ . ⠀ JJ’s FAVE KPOP RELEASES OF 2023 !!! ★

ᶻ (ゝ。∂) ☆ ⠀ im unemployed on a sunday at 4pm quite literally what did you expect. anw everyone’s doing it on twt but my list is 30 songs long & i’m not fucking around embedding 30 videos on my iphone 8 bc that would probably make it explode. Thanks x. this is in no particular order, boygroup-heavy (getting into more ggs is on my new years resolution list trust!!!) and all my opinion. im just here to give my faves their 10s ♡

› ⠀ GO ⠀ ☆ ⠀ !

OO1 ASAP, NEWJEANS ⠀ saw this on a couple people’s worst releases lists ouhhh.. anyway i love this!!! me when it’s just for a minute.. Yeah. AND THE TICK-TOCKS don’t even they’re so fun.

OO2 ETA, NEWJEANS ⠀ yes them again. THE TRUMPETS GOT MEE like they Did that actually!!! boys be always lyinnnn 😒😒 and ofc the iconic back n forth verses w that video.. u know the one don’t lie.

OO3 SOS, NCT DREAM ⠀ stop giving them siren-like noises they’ll make something RIDICULOUSLY cunty out of them (see 119 and fire alarm like what..). when jeno said “Drippin’ too much, I’ma make it rain” i felt the earth shake Not joking.

OO4 POISON, NCT DREAM ⠀ FUCK OFFF they’re whores. whores that make Real Music. me and lee donghyuck **** to this song i am NOT JOKING!!!! this ate down im in tears. and don’t get me started on renjun’s vocals i might actually throw a glass..

OO5 AY-YO, NCT 127 ⠀ textbook 127 excellence it’s true. they all looked so good in the mv (YUTA LEVITATING LMFAOO.. and ty w that spiky hair he DID that), markil ATE, and this j makes me want to like beat someone up idek.

OO6 SKYSCRAPER, NCT 127 ⠀ they sat hyuck in the studio, held a gun to his head, and told him to deliver one of the cuntiest verses like Ever at exactly 1:51. AND THANK FUCK HE DID!!! it makes me want to rob a bank and i start fizzing up like a coke w a mento dropped into it. johnil ate too like let’s be fr.

OO7 CREAM SODA, EXO ⠀ WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT 주체 못 할 APPETITE 내 모든 걸 뒤흔든 그 맛. old men of the year i need to absorb them into my bloodstream. and d.o. in the open shirt.. kyungsoo the glorious man that you are.

OO8 PRIVATE PARTY, EXO ⠀ and again. this album is UP there w my top cbs hello.. why are they allergic to making bad music im sick. sh + cy went hard and the “우리만의 private pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-party” was CRAZYYY i moved so bad.

OO9 PARADE, NCT 127 ⠀ HOLY FUCK????? i actually have no words. when i get my hands on mark lee.. ohh you don’t even want to know. WHY IS HE LIKE THISSSS he is genuinely incapable of not laying down the hardest verses in the history of the world. and i thank him for it. JOHNNY AND JAEHYUN TOO MY GODDD i was going insane. 10 OUT OF 10!!! if i had to rank this list this would be near the top no questions asked.

O1O LOVE IS A BEAUTY, NCT 127 ⠀ me when i hold moon taeil in my arms and slow-dance with him and then put him to bed wrapped in a soft blanket tucked up to his chin.. (he is 29). notoriously a slower/softer song disliker but THIS.. Yeah. if anyone speaks on it i fear i’ll have to shoot them.

O11 PADO, NCT U ⠀ HELP i swear the nct stops after this. but how can you hear this and not want to fuck sth up like it goes so crazy.. and do NOT mention the words “haechan pado 230826” to me otherwise i might have to jump off of a cliff. I HATEW IHM SO BAGFDD FUCK

O12 JUMP, P1HARMONY ⠀ MY BOYS WERE GETTING 0 NOISE ON TWT IT WAS SICKKK. they ate!!! the mv ate!!! this is so fun and silly and p1h excellence and fun!!! everyone get up and JUMP. NOW.

O13 MORE THAN WORDS, P1HARMONY ⠀ VOCAL KINGS I FEEL ILL. you ask the people who in 4th gen was doing it like keeho theo and jiung and i fear the people will be silent. and seobtak.. let’s not. they’re just Like That. and it’s the best we cheered!!!

O14 IN BLOOM, ZEROBASEONE ⠀ won the best 5th gen debut competition EASILY. clean sweep. it’s fresh and fun and funky what more could you literally ask for. AND THE PRE-CHORUSSS it makes me want to melt into the floor. no other 5th gen groups can compare imo. riize might b in competition when they ACTUALLY DROP SIREN ?

O15 NEW KIDZ ON THE BLOCK, ZEROBASEONE ⠀ SINGING TA-DA-RA-RA-RA FEELS LIKE NEW KIDZ ON THE BLOCK!!! just club beat fun like if you put me in the dj booth im bumping this. and matthew ATE his “That’s my role 뻔한 hero보다는 antihero” line let’s not lie.

O16 TAKE MY HAND, ZEROBASEONE ⠀ dethroned crush Ridiculously easily like what.. I WAS FEELING TS ITS CRAZYYYY how can you listen to this and NOT move are you insane. the way they kinda make their vocals go up and down (does that make sense) i Love it.

O17 HAPPILY EVER AFTER, TXT ⠀ gyu getting no lines is INSANE. but this does hit im dancing (just not the choreo.. i think i would break a limb i can’t do ts). taehyun ate and the pre-chorus goes crazy. we all cheered!!!!

O18 TINNITUS (WANNA BE A ROCK), TXT ⠀ was debating between this or srr but this is sm more fun so here it is. one thing taebin did here, you ask? ATE DOWN would be the answer. me when i cook them for dinner and serve them up on a platter. this is on the me and sb *** playlist it’s true..

O19 3D, JUNGKOOK ⠀ jk has phone sex CONFIRMED? also im sorry but jack’s verse lowk goes hard too like.. BUT THIS OUTSOLDD LIKE IM BEING SO SRS. saw someone say jk’s solo releases outdid bts’ whole discog and like.. Yeah. YOU KNOW HOW I LIKE IT GIRLLL... 3D!!!

O2O SPICY, AESPA ⠀ DON’T HURT ‘EM KARINA.. oh my gdo she did it anyway. and giselle ate too let’s not forget that!!! the mv is giving little mix but in a good way and also if little mix was x10 more cunt. LOVE THEM!!!

O21 HARD, SHINEE ⠀ THE MV HIT SO GOOD WHY’D THEY GO CRAZY LIKE THAT. and key looked so good i passed out actually.. this being on some people’s worst releases list was CRIMINAL ik everyone’s entitled to their own opinions but that’s just Wrong. if you don’t go hard like a criminal hard like the beat then idk what to tell you..

O22 SEOUL DRIFT, ONLYONEOF ⠀ rumoured to have broken the scale on the cuntmeter.. they should put this on the GTA6 soundtrack omg?! one thing these boys are gonna do is eat down in neon lights and hard fits. it’s true i checked!!

O23 SHOOTING STAR, XG ⠀ excellence i fear.. i need to kiss whoever made this beat on the lips like actually IT’S TOO GOODDD. and the matching blue hair in the mv omg they’re so cunty. IT’S SO FUNN AND EVERYTHING IN THE MV LOOKS AMAZING TOO?!? im ill.

O24 GOLDEN HOUR, MARK ⠀ not me lying.. oh well. it’s MARK LEE did u rly think he wasn’t gonna be on here. one word away from telling the whole world he’s packing oh i love this man so much. GORDON RAMSEY FOUND DEAD IN A DITCH AFTER RELEASE OF MARK’S GOLDEN HOUR!!! he’s topping my fave and fuck knows he can top me too. i dont know how to make eggs😭😭😭😭

O25 SHALALA, TAEYONG ⠀ cunt himself! the whole crowd collapsed, buildings exploded, sirens were blaring, fires broke out.. it was a whole situation. THE MV IS ACTUALLY ONE OF MY FAVOURITES EVERR he really Did That like im in shock. if you don’t got the bounce Wow, wow, wow, wow then that is ENITRELY your problem. because i do :P

O26 DO NOT TOUCH, MISAMO ⠀ it’s classy it’s mother it’s wonderful their outfits are giving their hair is giving the music is giving it just doesn’t get much better than this. everyone in the room cheered and danced and if you didn’t then there must be something a little wrong with you. BANGER!!

O27 ROVER, KAI ⠀ oh you know i had to include father himself.. had the whole industry dancing and RIGHTFULLY SO!!! GOOD FOR HIM!!! pre-chorus makes me want to die in the best way.. like oh im Moving!!!! just again not to the choreo. mayb i’ll learn it next year. OH and the mv is amazing too!!!

O28 CHACONNE, ENHYPEN ⠀ oh this is seriously cunty evil like i love it. HEESEUNG AND JUNGWON LIKE LET’S NOT??? they’re so good when they’re evil vampires or whatever they are idk i don’t keep up w the lore.

O29 SACRIFICE (EAT ME UP), ENHYPEN ⠀ ANOTHER DARK BLOOD HIT IKTR.. kind of went crazy w this one like let me sway and move Okayyy! olivia wilde nodding rn it’s so good. Wht do u even know ab But here you are 빛으로 가득한 너..

O3O POPPY, STAYC ⠀ last but not least!! NODDING AND CHEERING AND JUMPING UP AND DOWN!!! do NOT ask how many times i’ve watched jeno dance to this the answer is something horrific and may scare some people. a Hit actually i love the stayc girlies. asap is one of my fave kpop songs EVER no arguments.

ahh ok and thats my list complete!!! i do hv some honourable mentions.. god of music svt, misty nct 127, bouncy atz, break the brake xdh, and eve psyche & bluebeard's wife by le sserafim!!! this is so long bye 1thing ab me i am allergic to never shutting the fuck up. like who cares 😭 anw baii i love moon taeil

[loosesodamarble]

A Seamstress and Tailor

Summary: A small writing project I did involving @cringeyvanillamilk and @mikuyuuss' Demon Slayer ocs (as well as my own). A scenario wherein Akari meets Takayuki, Suzume, and Shizuka. Genre: general Word count: ~2100 A/N: Thanks for letting me use your ocs in this fic, Steph and Unni! It's always fun to write ocs meeting each other jahdglahsrut!

..........

Another evening, another successful mission.

Akari watched as the demon she defeated turned to ash. A cremation without flames. Thinking about a demon’s death that way left Akari feeling odd. Like their deaths were incomplete without the proper ritual.

Then again, the lives of demons were wrong altogether.

The thought quickly left Akari as she sensed a familiar presence behind her.

Giyuu, who she’d been sent on the mission with. While the threat hadn’t been serious like a Demon Moon, Kagaya had correctly predicted that the demon activity was several weaker ones. Thus a team up was done to handle it more easily.

“So you finished u—GYAA!” Akari yelped at the sight of Giyuu when she’d fully turned around.

While not severely injured, he did have a ridiculous amount of small cuts on his face and his hands. Some even leaked little bits of blood. And his haori was a tattered wreck.

“Giyuu-san, how did that happen?! I thought these were all weak demons,” Akari remarked while stepping closer to the man.

“They were weak. I just tripped into a bramble bush,” Giyuu answered flatly. “Sorry to worry you, Akari-san.”

Akari blinked a couple of times.

Classic Giyuu. He was cool as a cucumber on the outside but clumsy on the inside. Though usually that was a social clumsiness rather than physical. Imagining Giyuu, a skilled Pillar, tripping was also very hard for Akari.

Akari examined Giyuu again, focusing on his haori and the shreds it was in. She bit the inside of her cheek.

“Giyuu-san… I’m not sure I’ll be able to restore your haori from this… I’m—”

“Don’t worry, there’s someone who can help with this,” Giyuu stated without missing a beat. “And actually, it’s about time you two got introduced.”

Akari raised a brow.

…..

The Bird Pillar, Takayuki Fukushima.

Akari had heard of the man through Giyuu and the other Pillars. That Takayuki was stern and disciplined. That his temper could surprise someone. That he indulged in literature in his spare time. She’d never had the chance to meet him herself though. Things just never worked out for them to cross paths it seemed.

But today, Akari found herself at the threshold of Takayuki’s home, called the Eagle Manor.

I guess Shinobu-san isn’t the only one who fancies naming their housing, Akari mentally noted as Giyuu knocked on the door. Does that make them weirdos?

The one to answer the door was a young woman. She was shockingly tall, probably as tall as Giyuu or taller. Her hair was mostly brown hair and a few streaks of black and white mixed in. She wore a simple brown yukata and a white overcoat.

“Tomioka-sama, welcome back,” the woman greeted with a grin. Her eyes, a shade of orange which reminded Akari of cattails, then landed on Akari. “Oh, and you are?”

“Akari Takahashi. Nice to meet you.”

“Right, likewise. And I’m Suzume Hayashi.”

The young women bowed their heads to each other.

“So uh…” Suzume smiled at Giyuu in a way that told Akari that she wasn’t entirely sure of herself. “What brings you here, Tomioka-sama?”

“Sewing.” Giyuu raised the bundled remains of his haori in his hands.

Suzume blinked.

Akari blinked.

Giyuu didn’t say anything else.

“R-right… Then um…” Suzume gestured inside. “Right this way?”

Suzume walked ahead of Giyuu and Akari as they were side-by-side.

“Do you and Suzume-san not get along?” Akari whispered.

“I don’t think so. We just don’t get to talking when I visit because I’m usually just here to see Takayuki.”

“Uh-huh…” Akari looked ahead at Suzume. “Hey, Suzume-san, what’s your opinion of Giyuu-san?”

“Huh? My thoughts?” Suzume glanced over her shoulder at Giyuu. “Well, he’s definitely one of the nicer Pillars. And…” She touched her chin. “He’s very graceful with his swordsmanship.”

Akari grinned to herself when she glanced at Giyuu’s wide-eyed surprise. He blinked, and his eyes fell to the floor. All the while, his face turned a pleasant shade of pink.

“Well whad’ya know,” giggled Akari.

Suzume led Giyuu and Akari around another corner and that’s when the group crossed paths with someone else.

A girl, around Akari’s height, with black hair that turned green at the tips and a morning glory patterned haori over her body. Her eyes, which seemed to naturally set in a glare, scanned the trio.

“Afternoon, Shizuka,” Suzume greeted. “Where’re you off to?”

“Well I was going to the nearest pharmacy to better stock the medicine room,” Shizuka started. Her eyes flicked to Giyuu. “But I see that Tomioka-sama had some injuries that should be tended to…”

“Hm?” Giyuu shifted a bit at the mention of his name. “Oh no. These are perfectly fine. I already washed them and—”

Shizuka clicked her tongue and her expression became harsher.

“And you didn’t apply any salve at all? Sometimes, water alone isn’t enough to keep a wound from infecting,” Shizuka snapped as she walked past Suzume and grabbed Giyuu’s wrist. “Apply an antiseptic at least once. A Pillar shouldn’t be taking unnecessary risks.” Despite her short stature, she started to drag the man away.

“H-hey wait a moment!” Akari called out. “Giyuu-san came here to talk to Fukushima-san!”

“I’ll be quick about it, dammit!” Shizuka hissed over her shoulder, making Akari jolt a bit.

What an intense little girl!

Giyuu turned as best he could while being pulled along and locked eyes with Akari.

“Akari-san, you can take it from here,” Giyuu said and tossed his haori to her. She awkwardly caught it. “It seems I’m not getting out of this…”

Akari let out a gasp, completely baffled.

“What on earth was that? What’s her deal?”

“Shizuka’s not as bad as she seems,” Suzume remarked with an awkward smile and laugh. “She just takes recovery really seriously.”

“So she’s like Shinobu-san?” To Akari’s question, Suzume nodded. “Her attitude is more like Shinazugawa-san though, and he…” Akari let her voice trail off. Of course Suzume would understand what she was getting at.

The women looked at each other.

“Well, uh, I guess I’ll take you to Fukushima-san.”

“Yeah, I guess there’s not much else to do.”

The rest of the walk through the manor was dead quiet. Without Giyuu there, Akari didn’t feel quite up to getting a conversation going. She didn’t feel uncomfortable around Suzume though.

Based on her view of Giyuu and the way she was able to shrug off Shizuka’s prickly personality, Akari felt that she was a good person. The mild and understanding type.

Eventually, they reached a door, a Western style one surprisingly, with an intricate design of various birds carved into the wood.

“Fukushima-san, there’s someone to see you,” Suzume called out while knocking on the door.

“Coming.”

And a moment later, a man opened the door. His hair, which fell past his shoulders, was pure white and his eyes had a silver hue. Hanging from his shoulders was a cape that looked like it was made from feathers. He was surprisingly, in a word, handsome.

And this would be the third white-haired person amongst the Pillars… Akari mused. I’d make it four once I become a Pillar.

“And you are?” Takayuki asked Akari.

She once again introduced herself. When she gave her name, Takayuki’s face tensed just the slightest bit.

“So you’re Takahashi-san. Giyuu’s made mention of you,” Takayuki remarked with a curt nod.

Akari felt herself warm up at the thought of Giyuu talking about her with someone else. Someone else who was his friend. Another man. Something about that made her heart flutter.

“Are you here on an errand for Giyuu?”

“Uh…” Akari tilted her head side-to-side for a moment. “Well, kinda? Giyuu-san is here too, but… your other student, Shizuka? She took him away to tend to some minor cuts.”

Suzume let out a sound that was between an exhale and a laugh at Akari’s recounting.

“That girl…” Takayuki hummed and shook his head. “She’s not my student. She’s just settling here for the time being.”

“Ah. So like the patients at the Butterfly Mansion. Makes sense.”

“So…” Takayuki’s eyes flicked downward and landed on the bundle that was Giyuu’s haori. “Clothing repairs.”

“Yes, exactly!” Akari exclaimed back.

“Right then.” Takayuki turned to Suzume. “I can take it from here. Go back to relaxing. Who knows when you’ll get a mission summons.”

“Alrighty then!” Suzume waved and jogged off.

…..

Akari stared in awe at the room that Takayuki had led her to. Bolts of fabric were set up on racks. There was a mannequin wearing what looked like the beginning stages of a kimono. A sewing kit was laid out on the table at the center of the room.

“Oh wow! You’re really serious about sewing!” Akari exclaimed. She was still hesitant to be around Takayuki but knowing they had a shared hobby warmed her heart. And now she wished that Giyuu had introduced them sooner.

“For me, sewing is…” Takayuki hesitated. For the briefest of moments, he looked melancholy, only for him to tilt his chin up and resumed a nonchalant expression. “It kills time between missions or while I’m in the midst of recovery,” he said, his tone cool and somewhat dismissive. “So Giyuu’s haori got ruined, huh?”

“Pretty much…”

Akari unfurled the remains of the haori, showing off what a mess it was.

“I’m not sure how it can be fixed…”

“Not to worry.”

Takayuki opened a drawer in the corner dresser and brought out two bundles of fabric which perfectly matched the patterns of Giyuu’s haori.

“Wha—? When—?” Akari’s mouth flapped open and closed. Talk about being prepared!

Takayuki shrugged.

“I pay a textile shop to make more material, in case something like this happens. And this isn’t the first time.”

The explanation was spoken in a matter-of-fact tone. And yet, Akari looked in Takayuki’s eyes and saw a softness in them. Rather than reflecting like a cold, harsh metal, his eyes shined like soft moonlight at the moment. The fact that he even had the fabric made at all spoke more of the bond that the two men must’ve shared.

The fabrics were passed from Takayuki to Akari. She caressed the fabric, held the sentiment that it represented.

“Fukushima-san… Did you want to repair Giyuu-san’s haori instead?”

A light chuckle left the man.

“While I’m used to Giyuu asking me to take care of repairs, I’m not bitter to see someone else take over instead.” Takayuki patted Akari’s shoulder. “And if Giyuu’s words are anything to go by, you’re just as, if not more skilled than myself. After all, I’m not involved in uniform production in the Corps.”

“Oh! I’m glad that Giyuu-san speaks highly of me!” Akari replied with a soft giggle. “And uh, thank you for providing the fabric. Giyuu-san must mean a lot to you.”

“He must mean a lot to you too, if you went out of your way to follow him on this chore.”

“Ah… Yes, that’s true…”

Akari smiled at Takayuki. His lips quirked into a faint grin.

Their white hair. Their skills with a needle. And their fondness for Giyuu. There was little that Akari and Takayuki shared but it was the little things that made way for the beginning of understanding.

…..

Giyuu and Akari left the Eagle Manor, walking side-by-side. It was quiet for a while until Giyuu pulled a small, paper-wrapped item from his pocket.

“What’s that?” Akari asked, glancing at the parcel.

“Something from Shizuka. She said it would help on missions,” he answered vaguely.

Akarai raised a brow. “Did she not say what it was?”

“No.” Giyuu glanced at Akari then returned his attention to the item. “I doubt it’s anything dangerous.”

Very true. It was unlikely that a lower ranked slayer would give anything that would sabotage a Pillar. Besides, if Shizuka was so aggressive about healing (which Akari didn’t quite get), then it didn’t make sense for her to give something harmful to someone.

Unprompted, Giyuu ripped the paper. Underneath was a block of a beige substance. Giyuu rubbed the surface with his thumb.

“Soap?” he whispered, having recognized the feel. “How would that help?”

After staring at the strange gift for a moment, Akari noticed a faint aroma. She leaned in and gave a sniff.

“Wisteria?”

It was unlikely that the soap would be as effective as wisteria incense. Still, Akari could imagine that the presence of the flower in the soap might make slayers smell a bit less appetizing to the demons they fought.

“Why didn’t she just say what it was?” Akari asked no one in particular. “That way we could’ve thanked her at least…”

“You can always give your gratitude the next time you see her.”

“If there is a next time.”

It was a melancholy thought but given their line of work… Of course it would cross Akari’s mind.

There was no telling if Akari would cross paths Shizuka, Takayuki, or Suzume ever again…

[hime-memes]

                              • Reign Sentence Starters • 

It’s my 9,000th time watching ‘ Reign ‘ the historical - drama set during Mary Stuart’s lifetime. These lines of dialogue have been selected from the first episode of the series. Depending on my schedule and if anyone wants more of these - there could be more parts to this in the future.     As always: Feel free to change anything within these that you see fit to make it work for the receiver’s muse ! Recommended For: Royal or Historical Muses/Plots/Timlines.

Trigger Warnings For: Infidelity, misogyny, attempted S.A. mention, violence

“ You must leave immediately, this was an assassination attempt - you were nearly poisoned ! “  “ Every meal you’ve eaten has been taste tested for poison since you arrived here. “  “ I don’t know if I’m ready. “ “ I’d hoped I’d get to go back to [ place ] one more time. “  “ You have returned to the court at your own queen’s bidding. “ “ You will wed [ name ] one day soon ... for your faith, for your people, for the kingdom. “ “ They say the halls are filled with them; tortured souls ... “ “ I was at court before when I was your age, and I didn’t see any ghosts. “ “ How’s the mood; Father’s ? ... or in general ? “ “ No, only royals and their attendants are allowed. “ “ Your mother is in fine form. God save you. “ “ [ Name ] needed to be protected and hidden ! “  “ You also claimed she needed to be kept at convent for her education, when we both know that she simply irritated you. “ “ Let him talk like a king. “  “ Is that what bothers you ? Her power ? -- or the fact she’s young and pretty ? “ “ [ Name ]’s arrival now upstages our daughter’s wedding ! “ “ It’s a perfect to showcase our alliance with [ Kingdom / Royal Bloodline ] ! “ “ Half the continent’s royalty will be feeding at our trough. “  “ There are those who say too many alliances make a king look weak. “  “ To be a bladesmith ? Is that a requirement for future kings, now ? “ “ Make no mistake, we’re here now to get our young queen in the game. “  “ You’ve chosen my wife; have you set the date too ? “ “ Here’s the date; when I say so ... or when [ Kingdom ] turns their sword in our direction. “ “ I’ve just had a vision: I see you, beheaded, at my command. “  “ The opinions you can ignore. Isn’t that right, [ Name of person being insulted ] ? “  “ I quite like the way mud feels underfoot. “ ” He looked so surprised that I would fight back ... that I would even wake. “  “ At least your bride has a country and an army should you need it. “ “ I can’t help thinking that every man, even a king, should have some kind of skill. “  “ I mean a real skill, one I didn’t inherit ... that wasn’t given to me, and can’t be taken away. “  ” HE played a role in the plot to destroy your engagement. “  “ They don’t worry about him dying so much that they don’t let him live. “  ” The wine. I was told not to drink the wine. I was warned ! “  “ Her ladies - in - waiting are on their way as well. Three titled, one ridiculously rich -- just your type. “  “ Alliances shift, before they do -- you need to win the prince’s heart. “ “ These were my old rooms, don’t you remember ? ” “ I may not have been born with a crown, but this country relies on my money. “  ” You must know, if he’d been successful in his assault, you’d be unfit to marry any royal ... much less rule. “ “ Where she puts it, he won’t smell it ... unless he’s a very good husband. “ “ How do I control a daughter - in - law who is a queen in her own right ? “ “ Oh, [ Name ], your hair ! Didn’t the nuns teach you anything ? “ “ I’m making up in volume what I lack in station, I suppose. “ “ So, the rumors are true ? [ Name ] is the king’s mistress ? “ “ The castle seems bigger -- is that possible ? ” “ Um, I’ve brought you something to decorate your swords with ... ? “ “ Now’s not a good time. Next time, you should be announced. My page is there for a reason -- you shouldn’t be here. “ “ Why do you sound so ... ? Are you alone ? ... Are you with someone ?! “ “ If you are ever going to be Queen of [ Kingdom ], you need to understand something; kings do not answer to their wives. “ “ We’re the only ones who matter here. “ “ Young girls -- royals ... queens: do not leave the castle alone. “ “ There’s food and warmth -- who wouldn’t want to be at the castle, except for maybe you ? “ “ Maybe you’ll be sent back to the nuns for misbehaving ? “ ” You don’t want to marry me. “ “ You should ask your brother why he’s such a moody, arrogant ass. “  ” Love is irrelevant to people like us. “ ” It’s not you. You’re beautiful and clever, and unpredictable ... but it doesn’t matter. “  “ Nothing in common but our father, really. “  “ I want you to stay, but we’ll be found out. “  ” You may have behaved foolishly, but you are not responsible for your countryman’s actions. “ “ Your grace was generous, he granted my father large holdings, but - we’re no relation. “  “ He has a terrible reputation with women, he knows no bounds. “  “ Taste of love and sorrow, but don’t drink the wine ! “  “ Your grace ? Beautiful evening -- is it not ? “ ” It can poison a young Queen’s reputation, her heirs’ to the throne, an entire kingdom. “  ” You are not the only one with a country to think of ... “ “ She’s his queen. He’s just paying his respects. “ ” [ Name ] is my subject, I am his Queen, and I demand to speak with him ! “  “ We’re overrun by them. “  “ It’s time for the consummation, the ritual, the ceremony, the mystery ... aren’t you curious ? “ “ When you came to my room; I shouldn’t have said what I did. There were other way of handling things. ” ” My dear, this was not an act of passion; this was treason. “ “ You do realize we’re going to be married someday, don’t you ? “ ” I thank you for your protection last night, but I need to speak with [ Name ]. “ “ I know you had a life before I got here. It’s not about that. “ ” [ Name ]’s been executed. He was beheaded this morning. “ “ How awful must you find me to do this ?! “ “ All engagements really do is hold alliances. “  “ ... But you won’t love me. You won’t let yourself. “ “ How could this happen ? Where were the guards ?! “ “ If she’s not a virgin, then she’ll never be the Queen  ... then our chances at court are over ! “ “ He said there are people, powerful people, behind this and he had no choice ! “ “ Gossip poisons too. “ “ Take care child, if anyone even knew you were asking this ... “ “ I don’t know who to believe or who to trust, I’m sorry [ Name ] ... ! “ “ A stupid, dead boy. All to protect his family form you ... “ “ You’re the reason he’s dead. Anyone close to you lives in constant danger. We’re disposable, all of us ! “  “ You are my queen & we are your subjects. We’re here in service to you, whatever that means, whatever it costs us. “  “ You can’t even protect yourself ! “ “ One glass of wine, and she’d wake with her virtue destroyed, this engagement over ! “  “ I think you’re impulsive and prideful. “  “ It’s been so hard. So much harder than I thought it would be. “  “ I meant - I want you to be well, your grace. “ “ Take care, my brave son, or you will bleed for a girl who will never be yours. “  “ Tell me you didn’t defend a boy they found in your bed ? What was he doing there ? “ “ You think I was with him to get back at you ? He’s dead. Leave it be ... I beg of you. “ “ What ? Because we’re engaged ? That’s funny, because you have no intentions of marrying me. What if I told them that ? ... Then, this would be over. “ “ It’s not true - I might marry you. “ “ The boy would have implicated me & you. “  “ I was thinking about myself, my friends, my safety ... “ “ You could have ruined your reputation, so that I couldn’t marry you, even if things go the way we want them too ! “  “ If you were not the future King of [ Kingdom ], and I was just a girl; not the Queen of anything ... would you want this ? “ “ You said the potion would make her sleep like the dead ! “ “ You must continue to sacrifice. “   “ I don’t know who you are, or why you hide, but your warning saved me. “  “ Danger surrounds me here, and I am in your debt. “ “ Are you in danger too ? ”

[vacantgodling]

Tell me about the most ridiculous occurrences and most terrible arguments (on- or off-screen) in Sixteen Candles and Celestial Weddings! - @void-botanist

thank you for asking rose!! <3

i don't have much written for celestial weddings and a lot of it is gonna be more sappy and romance, not so much ridiculous happenings so i'm gonna p much just focus on sixteen candles for this LMAO.

a lot of sixteen candles i do "technically" want to rewrite, just to align more with the developments i've made, though i think a lot of the convos may still be the same lmao. so from my old draft some of the most ridiculous arguments/occurrences are:

getting upset with ranger for fucking the CEO of the bar he works at and (1) not telling anyone where he was (2) being gone for the entire weekend without anyone knowing where he was (this wasn't them being upset that he had sex but more like we were worried about your safety also..... fucking your boss is.....)

ranger and roger fighting over whether star wars or star trek is better:

Hanger Rick (ranger): eowugfdsfnrjwkfktnejekdntjejeje kill me (roger): FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME Hanger Rick: F I G H T M E VaniVee (vani): ???? What’s happening??? Why are you two fighting??? Nanette: From what I understand, Roger said that Star Trek was better than Star Wars and the two of them have been arguing ever since. VaniVee: For an hour??? :00 kill me: from what you understand??? kill me: NAN YOU’VE BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME Nanette: I stopped paying attention because I don’t have an opinion.

if roger can outdrink ranger (he can't. no one can. its ungodly how much liquor ranger can put away)

this entire bit:

Nanette: The secret’s out Ranger.  Nanette: You are an alien. Hanger Rick: gasp Hanger Rick: all this time i never thought anyone would find me out… kill me: Oh my god. Hanger Rick: YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nanette: I don’t have to. The government will accept a dead specimen just as much as a live one. Hanger Rick: nan how… how could you?! Nanette: -cocks gun- Sayonara, Mr. Alien.

ranger and tucker are the most likely to bitch at each other about things and one of the things they constantly bicker about is spelling. tucker misspells stuff on purpose specifically because it gets on ranger's nerves

Park Hanger (ranger): SPELL MY FUCKING NAME RIGHT YOU ASSHOLE sunbolian 689 (tucker): ;D Park Hanger: DON’T YOU FUCKING WINK AT ME

and speaking of the two of them, whether channing tatum or chris hemsworth is better:

Team Thor (ranger): this fucking idiot thinks that channing tatum is better than chris hemsworth Team Thor: he is fucking MISTAKEN Magic Mike 4ever (tucker): DAS BULLSHIT ND U KNO IT RNGR downtown blues (roger): Are you fucking kidding me?

and speaking of roger, a more serious argument/discussion they got is over roge's internalized homophobia :((( his family sucks bad and he's internalized a lot of stuff (but all his friends are queer, and he himself is questioning but he just struggles with it)

the boys (ranger/roger/tucker) arguing about tucker's very obvious but thank-god-vani-is-oblivious crush thats 13 years and counting (also for context, they all have sleep overs quite often)

sigh (roger): Oh, so, what would you call her sleeping in her panties and one of your shirts that you LEFT AT HER HOUSE BEFORE AND NEVER GOT BACK TUCKER????? range rover (ranger): TBH I THOUGHT YOU GUYS FUCKED BUT YOUR AGGRESSIVE NECK SLITTING MOTION TOLD ME OTHERWISE range rover: ALSO YOUR SEVERE LACK OF HICKEYS. Vani’s Romeo (tucker): OMFG Y WOULD WE FCK IF U GUYZ WRE ALL DERE????????? range rover: listen. don’t let us stop you from getting a good dicking

but also tucker and ranger get into a huge fight about how well they know and care about each other (its a lot of backstory but the two of them are the biggest hotheads so they tend to get into it the most often)

"magnet-ologist"

who cares you know who i am anyway (ranger): we all remember your shitty braces roge tarvak gilfensparrow (tucker): i rmbr wen u got ur braces stuk on a magnet gena rose brought 4 career day who cares you know who i am anyway: lmao wait why the fuck did gena rose bring a magnet for career day  who cares you know who i am anyway: is the magnet her father?? what?? tarvak gilfensparrow: lololol she said da magnet was her mthr tarvak gilfensparrow: waz suppsed 2 represent hr or somthin cuz hr mum waz a magnet-tologist Nanette: Is that even an occupation? tarvak gilfensparrow: lmao idk return of the sis (roger): The technical term is probably “geomagnetist”

so those are all the big ones i think! i know there'll be more when i revamp this properly <3 i love these idiots