#i wanted him to have a mushy at all stages of life

[ssspringroll]

I love Zuar, he's such a cutie. He's one of my oldest sims, and you can tell because he's a bit plain in the skin details department. I just cant help myself anymore and i pile on as much as I can. But back then my sims were simpler folk... I can't believe he never got a cas photoshoot until now.

[lvlystars]

seventeen reaction — 95z

scenario : reader is emceeing with a male idol, and their dynamic blows up (idol!svt)

disclaimer : their relationship is semi-public (known to the staff)

95z | 96z | 97z | maknaez

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL.

"so...i saw your collab stage today..." brings it up while you both are cuddling and on your phones.

ofc he knows it, he saw it the minute it came out bcus he's such a supportive bf (not bcus he's chronically online)

this man is trying his HARDEST to not let the jealousy get to him bcus it's just for a while.

it's natural for him to just scroll through comments so best believe he saw all the fans shipping the two of you.

right away you could tell he's jealous bcus he cannot hide ANYTHING from you.

"yeah, it was really fun! we both matched each other's energy so well. even we were surprised! he even asked for my number after the performance." you love pushing his buttons when he's jealous so obv you see him get even more jealous and maybe a lil pouty.

you reassure him that: 1. the guy didn't actually ask for your number and 2. it's only because you both are mc's so he'd have to expect things like that.

he really does not like the idea of that, but he'll manage, bcus he loves you <3

YOON JEONGHAN.

surprisingly very chill abt it.

you tried your hardest not to seem too close to your mc partner bcus of fans and how brutal they are, but luckily the fans liked it...maybe a little too much.

"did you see my collab stage?" he hums and nods, but seems unfazed.

"do you like it?" "it's nice."

"you're...not bothered by it?" "not really."

"but we were like...holding hands and acting all 'mushy' and 'whimsical'." "you've acted worse around me and i endured it."

he doesn't really care—he's even supportive of your dynamic as well.

maybe gets a little clingy seeing how fans speculated that you were in a relationship with your mc partner

JOSHUA HONG.

another supportive bf :(

only this time he's ACTUALLY supportive (unlike seungcheol)

"you did so great, babe! you killed it!"

smothers you with love, buys you a bouquet and chocolate and EVERYTHING

he's not called a gentleman for nothing (actually does this because he is secretly EXTREMELY jealous and wants EVERYONE in that waiting room to know that he's the only man in your life)

has your mc schedule on his phone along with his so he knows when you get off and when you're free so he can spend time with you all while making sure you have everything you need for this gig

OH but when he sees the comments online about how you and your partner look so good together, and how they would look so good as a couple, he is internally crying screaming throwing up because isn't it so obvious that joshua and y/n are meant to be for each other??? they look WAY better together anyways

...he can't comment that. he's not THAT stupid.

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SVT WORKS

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ⓒ lvlystars

[daisynik7]

hello !! can i make a smutty reiner request of married life and reiners a dad ? can be angsty if you want . you’re a genius when it comes to writing . i’ll love anything you write down (i always do)!!

Pairing: husband!Reiner x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

cw: established relationship, smut – PIV sex (missionary), cunnilingus, fingering, breeding kink, Reiner is a daddy!, fluff, very light angst (reader feels self-conscious after giving birth), talk about weight gain/loss (not much)

Author’s Note: Sweet nonnie, you are too kind. Thank you for the request and I hope you like this! Short, sweet, and of course, smutty. Enjoy! Divider by @/cafekitsune.

“She said dada! She said dada!” Reiner cheers at the kitchen table, spoonful of mushy carrots in his hand, feeding your daughter in her highchair. 

You stand beside them, smiling. “Can you make her do it again?”

“Kara, can you say dada? Dada?” She blinks at him, giggling, tiny hand reaching for the spoon. He gives it to her, chuckling. “I guess she got stage fright once mommy showed up.” He turns to you, giving you a cocky smirk. 

“Oh, so it’s my fault?”

“Yup. You’re putting too much pressure on her. You gotta let it come out naturally, y’know?”

You sit next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, sighing. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“You okay?” he asks, concerned.

You nod silently, eyes closed. He sets his hand on your knee, squeezing lightly. “Hey, seriously, what’s wrong?”

Fingers intwined in his, you answer, “Nothing. I’m fine.”

“Uh-oh. That’s definitely a lie,” he teases.

You nudge him in the ribs playfully. “Shut up.”

“Seriously, sweetie. What is it? Tell me.”

After a deep breath, you confess, “I’ve just been feeling a little self-conscious lately.”

“About what?”

“I don’t know. It’s been over a year now and I still haven’t lost any of the baby weight. It seems like with all my friends, they were able to shed it after a year. But it’s been hard for me. I don’t know.”

He doesn’t respond right away, thinking carefully about what he wants to say. Eventually, he comments, “I know you won’t believe me, but you’re more beautiful now than ever before.”

You laugh. “You have to say that. You’re my husband.”

“But have I ever lied to you?”

It doesn’t take you long to answer because he actually never has. “No, you haven’t.”

He nuzzles his head against yours. “Listen to me: Every single day we’re together, I fall deeper in love with you. In fact, every single minute, every second, you’re on my mind. And all I can think about is how lucky I am to be with you. And the fact that she,” he points to Kara, “came out of you shows that you are the most beautiful. Honestly, our baby is the prettiest, therefore, you are also the prettiest. It’s basic science.”

Your heart swells in your chest, tears filling your eyes. With a smooch on the cheek, you tell him, “You’re so corny, you know that?”

He faces you to give you a kiss. “And…?”

“I love you. So much.”

“That’s my girl,” he coos. He presses his lips to your forehead. “You dazzle me constantly. I truly mean that.”

~~~

Later that night, with Kara sleeping peacefully in her crib, Reiner proves to you how beautiful you are. 

The both of you are naked in bed, your legs spread wide for him with his head between, sucking at your throbbing clit. He’s always been good at this, but tonight, he gives it to you like never before, desperate to show you how much he desires you. He laps at your wet cunt, collecting your slick to smear it over your bud. He shakes his head, spreading his tongue wide on you to lick every sensitive inch. And he doesn’t stop when you whine that it’s, “too much,” or “too sensitive,” because he’ll be damned if he lets his gorgeous wife feel insecure ever again. He wants it ingrained in you how much he cherishes you, body, soul, every fiber of your being. 

He slides his fingers into your pussy, slipping in easily from your orgasms. Curling at the tips, he hits your G-spot, sucking on your clit, smirking as you twitch from the stimulation. 

“Fuck! Baby! I –”              

“It’s okay, honey,” he muffles, mouth still latched to you. “You can come again. Don’t be shy. Give it to me.”

Your body buzzes with ecstasy, radiating all the way down to your toes. He finally removes himself from you, lightly tapping on your swollen bud with slippery fingers. “You’re beautiful. I love seeing you like this.”

“Rei,” you whimper, twisting your legs around him, eager for his cock.

“Not yet, sweetie. Let me worship you a little while longer.” He leans down, kissing your stomach, tracing your stretch marks with his tongue. You watch him, running your fingers through his hair. “I love every single thing about you,” he whispers, trailing up to your breast, suckling at your nipple. “Every part of this gorgeous body.”

He explores your curves and peaks, the crook of your neck, the inside of your mouth, until he guides himself inside you, pumping his cock into your pussy. You wrap your legs around his waist, clinging to him tightly, wanting to melt into him. He continues to kiss you sloppily, dribbling his spit into your mouth. “Fuck, sweetie,” he moans, his thrusts increasing in pace. “I’m so close.”

“Fill me up, Rei. Please.”

“You want me to fuck another baby in you? Want me to make this cute belly round again, huh? Fuck, I can’t wait. I can’t wait, honey. You’re so beautiful, fuck.” He spills inside you, cock spurting his load into your womb. He watches as he slowly pulls out, enjoying the sight of your throbbing pussy gushing with his cum. 

As big spoon, he cuddles you, sliding his arm over your waist, kissing the back of your neck, dewy with perspiration. “I love you, beautiful. I hope you don’t get tired of me saying that.”

You squeeze his hand in yours, smiling. “Never.” 

[maykitty]

Trafalgar Law x Pregnant!Reader: Christmas Time (One Shot)

Warning: body image issues, fear of cheating, miscarriage, and being left behind.

Background: You and Law have been married for a while. Now your life is going to be bigger with the arrival of a child soon. You are 7 months pregnant and it is Christmas day. Law is spending time with you but as you get the news the straw hats are coming to visit your worries about your life with Law start to catch up.

Y/n was decorating the tree while Law was helping with the cooking. Her belly was big and heavy with a child. “Y/n you should sit down I think you decorated the tree enough,” Bepo said. “Lunch is ready” Law shouted. Since you became pregnant Law and the crew have been keeping a close eye wanting the baby to be safe. Everyone sits down for lunch while Law helps you into a seat next to him.

“I help the chef make safe recipes for the baby,” Law said rubbing your stomach. The crew is eating the tasty food especially you are enjoying it due to the baby making you hungry for more. “Purururu, purururu, purururu click” “Hello” Law answers the den-den mushi. “Oh Traffy, we are near to meet for Christmas party” Luffy shouted on the phone. “Ok, you don't have to scream in my ear Strawhat-ya”. Law said back annoyed.

Strawhat’s ship arrived at your home base you moved into after becoming pregnant. Nami and Robin hug you congratulating you on the baby. Everyone was having fun and talking during the Christmas party. You looked for Law but he talking to Robin. You don't know why but you always get worried about seeing them together due to people thinking they are dating because Law wanted to keep your relationship secret only to your close allies due to fear someone could use you against him.

It didn't help that Robin was a big-breasted skinny long-haired goddess of a woman. While you were walking around with a large stomach and chubby thighs looking all gross due to the baby keeping you up and tired. It made you feel lesser during the pregnancy. It didn't help that as you were researching in your early stage you found that pregnant women suffer from being cheated on by their partners this didn't make you feel any better that Law was close to Robin who is not carrying a baby in her like you are. You need to get rid of these thought since it making you feel depressed and that is not good for the baby.

You don't want those thoughts bothering you and making you stressed. When you got pregnant you were afraid Law would be angry but he was happy you were having his child. You did everything it make sure your baby is healthy. But you had fears that grew as you got further in the pregnancy like what if you miscarry as it is common and unpredictable would Law hate you and leave you if it happened? What if, after the baby is born he gets tired of you and leaves for Robin?

These thoughts started to take over no matter how hard you try to ignore them and you start to feel sick thinking about it. You walked to the bathroom to puke out your lunch and looked in the mirror at yourself feeling grossed out at your body changing. Law was talking to Robin about his fear of becoming a parent when he saw you going to the bathroom and excused himself to check on you. “Y/n-ya, are you ok?” Law asked behind the door. “I'm fine, just some nausea” you respond.

“May I come in?” Law asks, you open the door to let him in. “Sorry, I felt sick and needed to get away from everyone”. You said in a sad tone. “What's wrong?” Law asked worried. You decide to tell him about everything your jealousy of Robin, your worry about how your body has changed, your fear of losing your baby, and him leaving you behind. “I'm sorry Law, I don't know if I will be a good mom with everything bothering me,” you said feeling more doubt.

Law walks over to you and hugs you. “I will never cheat on you and Robin is only a friend like the rest of the strawhats are” Law tries to make you feel better. “When you told me you were pregnant at first I didn't want the baby but then thinking about raising a child with you that we made from our love made me reconsider.” “No matter what happens I will always love you and be there for you”. He added. “Stop saying all that bad stuff about your body you look amazing to me since day 1.” “when I saw your stomach growing and you caring for our unborn child makes you more beautiful” he finished. You cried in his arms feeling relieved from his words and thank him.

You two hold each other for a while before going back to the party. Everyone came over to see if you were okay and if you needed anything for the baby. “Well I'm a bit hungry,” you said feeling the baby wanted food. Sanji gives you a delicious bowl of food and the rest of the crew go back to enjoying their Christmas. A few hours later, the party ends and strawhats leave.

Everyone else was getting ready for bed. You put on your pajamas and get into bed with Law joining you. He started to rub your belly again and kiss you as the two of you lay in bed together. “Merry Christmas, y/n - ya,” Law said after the kiss. “Merry Christmas, my beloved,” you said back as sleep take you while in Law’s embrace this Christmas night.

[whatsa-bi-as]

forever kiss

GN!reader x BFF!Park Jisung

Genre; fluff, best friends to lovers to be more specific

warnings; swear words, Jisung is implied to be taller than the reader. Let me know if i've missed any :)

word count; 0.8k

networks; @kflixnet and @k-labels

A/N; proofread by the lovely @hyuukais they made me giggle so definitely go check them out

masterlist is here if you want to read on :)

It was no secret that you had fallen for your best friend. It was painfully obvious to everyone around you apart from your oblivious best friend.

Now, Jisung isn’t stupid by any means but it would have to be a cold day in hell if he was to be even the least bit observant. No matter what you said, how much touchier you’d become, he was completely blind to any subtle advances that you made.

Despite how close you and Jisung were, you thought that a new perspective would help. When releasing your frustrations to Chenle, all the boy could do was laugh. 

“Look, I love him but Jisung is stupid when it comes to anything about relationships. You could make out with him and he still wouldn’t realise that you liked him.”

It was a truth that you had known but refused to admit to yourself. Jisung wasn’t new to the idea of relationships by any means; he’s had girlfriends and talking stages, but it always took the other person to make the first move. You never really understood why. He was funny and drop dead gorgeous, so why he couldn’t make the first move was something that completely baffled you. 

It was a week after that conversation with Chenle when you decided to throw caution to the wind and just make a move that would leave no doubt that you had a fat crush on the boy. The regular routine was taking place, you had cooked, he was washing up. You were sitting on the counter filling him in on the week's gossip as he had his hands soaked in soap and hot water. It was a comfortable routine, but you wanted more.

As he dried his hands you pulled him close so your head was against his back and your hands were wrapped around his waist. He leaned into it, lessening the height difference allowing your head to rest in the crook of his neck rather than against his back. It was a moment that felt so intimate that it made your heart race. 

Taking the chance you just said fuck it and decided to voice the thoughts that had been racing through your mind for the past months. 

“Ji have you ever thought about us being something more? Cause like I do and I would really like the idea of us dating and holding hands and doing all that mushy stuff that couples do. And no matter what, when I think about doing that, you’re the only person I can picture doing it with.”

When he doesn’t respond you keep going. Feeling the need to fill the silence as you let your words sink in.

“I like you, like a whole lot. I feel so stupid sometimes because all I can think of is you. I think about what it would be like to kiss you, what it would be like to hold your hand as your partner not your friend, what dates would we go on. I think about it all and I might regret saying this but I don’t think I can hold it in anymore because I like you so much it’s like my heart hurts everytime i see you smile or do anything basically.”

The silence that follows your words is deafening. Fearing the worst you start to move away but he places his hands on yours keeping them around his waist.

“I like you a whole lot too. I mean I think of the same things everytime I see you wearing my hoodies or when I get home from practice and you’re sitting on the sofa ready to ask me about my day. I smile everytime you text me, god, I smile even when I just think about you. I guess what I mean to say is that the only thing I really think about is us being more than just friends. I’ve just always been too scared to say anything because I’d rather have you in my life as my friend than lose you because you didn’t feel the same.”

Turning around in your arms he looks you dead in the eyes.

“I would love to be more. I would love to take you out on dates and hold your hand and do all that mushy stuff that couples do. I like you so damn much I don’t really know how to put it into words.”

Not knowing how to respond, you just looked at him. The boy of your dreams had just told you that he felt the same about you. He liked you! And you’re sitting there silent? So you decided to keep going with what felt right.

“Ji, can I kiss you?”

“All you had to do was ask.” he replied.

Leaning down to capture his lips against yours it felt as though it was meant to be. His lips were soft and fit perfectly against yours, but, not wanting to start anything in the middle of the kitchen, you broke away.

Your foreheads pressed together, slightly out of breath, smiling so wide both of your faces began to hurt, you realised that the boy in front of you was yours. He was yours and you were his. Just you two together against the world. 

[lollytea]

Ok ok insufferable hunlow headcanons... you know there are some couples who are quite private. If they're in public they'll maybe hold hands at most. If they're fighting u won't even know about it until after they've broken up or it's resolved. Well, with their close friends, Hunlow are the OPPOSITE. even in their situationship when they're trying to be subtle. Their friends know so much about their relationship against their will because they're too obsessed with each other to shut up. (1/2)

YES EXACTLY!!! I remember seeing a headcanon once that Hunter and Willow would be way more low-key about their relationship and prefer to keep their love relatively private, as opposed to Luz and Amity who are very open about it. Everybody has their own interpretation, but I personally cannot picture that at all.

I think they are as LOUD and OBNOXIOUS as any teenagers who are experiencing their first romance. I think they are so mushy even while out in public that it makes other people nauseous.

(Never forget Dana's art with Hunter happily melting in Willow's hand. I am getting heavy implications that they are not in a private setting. They are doing that gay shit in front of people. Unbelievable.)

I think it's a sweet idea that provides a sense of catharsis for both characters.

Willow is stated by Dana to be a person who tries not to brag about things. It's the reason why not a lot of people knew that she regularly worked out. Because she barely talked about it. I personally see it as a form of corrective behaviour where she irons out characteristics that she views as unlikeable, in her efforts to be more palatable to the people around her. Because, as shown in HMH, Willow does possess a boastful streak and has the petty urge to show off every now and again. I think it would be nice for her to express a bit more teenage immaturity in circumstances where its harmless for her to do so. Like at school, where she is so childishly giddy to have a special boy all to herself. I love the idea of Hunter's presence being something that influences Willow to act her age in an easy, lighthearted way.

Who cares if it's annoying? Who cares if it's untastefully braggy? Who cares if she looks blushy and sappy and ridiculous? She's calling her boyfriend a gigglebug in the middle of the goddamn hexside hallway and teasing about how she could sweep him up Princess style and he's eating it up. She's never felt so alive.

MEANWHILE! Hunter is a person who feels love so intensely and passionately while also being a hopeless chatterbox who's incapable of keeping things to himself. AND ALSO he's never gotten the opportunity to really express how deeply he loves. Belos starved him of affection and isolated him from other people. He had to hide Flapjack's existence during the stage where Flapjack was becoming the most ardently adored creature in his life. Hunter has all this love constantly pouring out of him at all times and he can barely handle it. He's bottled it up for far too long. He died and came back to life with a vengeance for living ferociously. He's not going to subdue himself anymore. He wants to be held!! He wants hugs!!! And kisses!!!! He wants someone to caress his face and stroke his hair!!!! He wants to squeeze the people he loves so tight that they leave an imprint on his flesh. Let him be loudly and annoyingly in love with Willow with no idea how to be normal about it. Let him gleefully announce "Willow brought me a bouquet of flowers!! 🥰" In the hexsquad group chat every damn day. And let nobody tell him to shut up. Please, he needs this.

[idanceuntilidie]

The stage glimmered in the colourful lights. Mesmerising the crowd who was cheering, waiting for the last performance.

The atmosphere and lovely crew of clowns, dancers, even animals made sure to keep the crowd engaged.

It all went amazing so far, you didn’t regret coming. You whispered to your friends that this indeed was worth the money.Besides, it’s not every day a circus comes into the town.

“It’s not the end!”

You friend smiled brightly

“There is still trapeze act to wrap it all up, and the aerialist is so cute!”

They squealed.

You smiled, and nodded.

There is no reason to not believe them.

“Ladies and gentlemen!

And all of the people that came here today!”

The crowd cheered, and the voice continued.

“Thank you for your patience, this is sadly the last act, but trust me Ash will make this goodbye an amazing one”

You looked up, the lights flickered into one point, revealing the infamous aerialist.

He smiled brightly, bowing. The crown went wild.

Your eyes locked with his, and you could have sworn his smile got bigger.

But that’s not possible, he wouldn’t notice you. Right?

Hello, I am Death

Here I present you my take on cow hybrid oc

Of course @heartfullofleeches

I promised to tag you haha,

Please check out the Milk farm on their tumbler! :D

Before we start, what’s aerialist?

well!

Uncle google says:

“An aerialist is an acrobat who specializes in mid-air tricks, like trapeze performances. If you go to the circus, you'll get to watch aerialists flying through the air.”

Now that is explained let’s get to know the oc :)

Give warm applause to

Ash Firefly

Pronouns: he/they

Sexuality: pansexual

Now seeing Ash on stage and meeting him casually is like meeting two separate people!

How is that? Well, Ash feels very confident durning his performances, but when ordinary life comes into the picture he just becomes all mushy.

While under the colourful lights, confident and smug but when it ends Ash is very calm yet, awkward. In short, just shy.

Interactions can be slightly difficult but yall can make it work out, somehow haha- Give the poor boy a break.

It is worth to mention that Ash is very flexible, it helps with certain stuff…

Like climbing :)

Ash likes to draw, he may not be very talented but he adores drawing flowers, other than that he dances.

With who would he interact?

Honestly I thought about it, can’t say I’m sure with this. It might change

Ash would get along with Eggnog, well if staring at them in awe and blushing madly counts.

Other than that, screamsicle,

Ash isn’t easy to scare, but they are willing to pretend, if that amuses them.

Here I have a doodle and close up quick lineart of Ash in a casual clothes!

If you want to ask more about Ash, I surely can and will respond :)

Oh and if there are any please let me know! After I die of embarrassment I will correct anything

Have a nice day!

[running-tweezers]

Ok, I’m finally doing it.

The Damien/Huxley Pining Playlist

I am well known amongst my friends for my Far Too Thought Out Playlists. I have one for like, every D&D character I’ve ever made, and have written full Google docs about each song and why it’s there.

Combine that with my voracious love of DamiHux and pining? We get this.

So if you just want to listen without reading an essay, I will put my annotations and thoughts under the cut. (But it will probably enhance your listening experience tbh)

Congrats you’ve entered the

MARISA ANALYSIS ZONE

Welcome. You’re my kinda people.

First the basics, this playlist encapsulates Damien and Huxley's entire pre-confession relationship, from their first meeting, through Inversion, to the confession itself. It alternates POVs, I’ll label each song with a color to make it easier to follow. Cool? Let’s go.

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Stray Italian Greyhound - Vienna Teng

Kicking off the playlist with one of my very favorite songs on it. First song, Damien’s first impressions of Huxley.

The denial was REAL. Those initial feelings were met with a “OH NO, OH GOD, OH FUCK” kind of reaction. Damien was totally unsure of what to even do with what he was feeling. After all, he isn’t the kind to get so mushy and sappy over a little crush! Especially on someone he literally just met! He’s far too cynical for something like that. So he just tried to push it down, ignore it.

But it “won’t sit still” “won’t do what it’s told”. Huxley came into his life and changed EVERYTHING. In a way that feels incredible, but makes things complicated. And he’s going to have to deal with it eventually.

But not now.

Enchanted - Taylor Swift

Putting this song on this playlist is part of where my “Huxley is a Swiftie” headcanon came from. It was a joke at first, I swear.

This is Huxley’s POV of their first meeting at the bowling alley. The “forcing laughter, faking smiles” really plays into where Hux was at that point, still putting on a bit of an act and not letting people see past the surface level. But he met Damien, they hit it off, and Hux was immediately feeling some kinda way.

I’m convinced this big guy had some giddy, twirling hair, kicking feet energy about Damien. Thinking about him for days after they met. Hoping that they would continue to be friends and get closer. And that this was the beginning of something that could be amazing.

Trouble - Troye Sivan & Jay Som

You can’t deny it forever, Damien.

This is Damien coming to terms with the fact that yes, he does have some feelings for Huxley. He’s now got a group of friends like he’s never had before, and that’s changing his outlook a little bit. He doesn’t want to live like he’s been living anymore, focused entirely on school and grades, and hurrying to the future he wants for himself.

And one of those friends felt like something different to him and he can’t deny it anymore. As scary as that was.

THATS WHAT I WANT - Lil Nas X

I think we as a society do not talk enough about how lonely Huxley was.

Huxley was the kind of guy who was friendly with everyone. He was liked by pretty much everyone. He was liberal with hugs and willing to give every ounce of love he had to other people.

But he was still guarded. Playing the version of himself everyone expected. Afraid to be himself. All that friendliness and love given away didn’t translate to anything substantial.

He wanted someone to love him back.

And now he had friends! Which was amazing and made him a lot less lonely. But one of his friends, again, was different. And he desperately wanted a different kind of love back from him. One he was more than happy to give, but afraid he wouldn’t receive in return.

Out of My League - Fitz and the Tantrums

First of all. God I love Fitz and the Tantrums.

We know that Damien doesn’t think he’s good enough for Huxley. He ESPECIALLY thought that in this stage, around the time of Friendsgiving.

Damien knows he’s easily annoyed, loses his temper quickly, and doesn’t think he’s much to look at either. But Huxley is so patient, is a calming presence, and is incredible to look at as far as Damien’s concerned. Huxley is so wonderful, and so far out of his league that he really thought he had no chance.

But that doesn’t stop him from daydreaming. Hoping someday he might be more than just a dream.

Golden - Harry Styles

Damien might think that he’s not good enough, but Huxley would definitely beg to differ. In a lot of ways, Huxley thought Damien was too good for him. Too smart, too bright, too driven to be interested in someone like him.

So he decided to keep his feelings to himself. Because he knows Damien isn’t nearly as open with that kind of thing as he is.

Also I think this song’s bright, firey, sun-coded imagery being seen as something to be admired and adored is really in line with Huxley seeing everything Damien thinks is bad about himself and loving him for those exact things.

Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery

This is the one. I could do a whole lyric by lyric breakdown of this one. But I will attempt to keep it brief. Bc I’m obviously so good at that, just look at this post

Immediately after the Inversion, Damien had some very complicated feelings. About Huxley, about himself, about everything. This song encapsulates all of that.

Huxley saves his life in several ways that night. Both by being a support during his breakdown, and physically, literally saving his life when he exhausted all his magic. And he still feels like he can’t reach out. They hasn’t spoken at all. I can’t help but think that maybe he feels like it’s better that way, like it’s his fault, like Hux doesn’t want to hear from him. After all, Huxley was so emotionally mature about it all and he was not.

Combine that with his feelings of inadequacy, looking back at the night and wishing there was some way to take back some the the decisions he made. He would’ve helped Hux the same way Hux helped him, if he had just done things differently.

So he’s throwing himself completely into training. Maybe if he just works hard enough, he can make up for it. And maybe those complicated emotions will go away.

Also. Two specific lyrics I feel I need to point out. “I need you here to stay” is an excellent counterpart yo Huxley’s “right here” and we all know how I feel about a fuckin motif. And of course “all my emotions feel like explosions when you are around” is almost literal in this case’

(I have so much more to say about this one, but perhaps another time)

Heat Waves - Glass Animals

Though Huxley seemed to handle the aftermath of Inversion with a calm maturity, that doesn’t mean he didn’t have his own struggles.

As he went home to be with his family and deal with things, his feelings for Damien stayed. I do wonder what he was thinking during that time, when Damien wasn’t talking to him after everything they went through. I think that maybe he also blamed himself a bit. Maybe they weren’t as close as he thought? He felt like no matter what he did or said, it wouldn’t help Damien, no matter how much he wanted it to.

Also like. “Heat Waves” is too perfect a concept to not use in this playlist.

Delicate - Taylor Swift

After things start to return to some kind of normalcy after Inversion, Damien’s feelings for Huxley are stronger than ever. There’s no denial anymore, he really likes Huxley. He’s thinking about Huxley a lot. He wants to be with Huxley.

But things are different now, whether they like it or not. Inversion changed things, and everyone is still working through that night at their own pace. So there is a lot of hesitation on Damien’s part about what he should and shouldn’t do about the feelings he has.

By this point they’re hanging out together more, just the two of them. And Damien is really wrestling with whether or not to let Hux know how he feels. There’s a fear that he might upset the delicate situation they’re currently in, as friends who have been through hell together and are still healing from it.

Dandelions - Ruth B.

At the same time that Damiens’s so concerned about what moves to make, Huxley has never lined harder. He is firmly in “lovesick puppy” territory. He’s gotten even closer to Damien, and know him on a deep level now. He knows the parts of Damien he doesn’t show most people. And he loves them.

Damien just makes him so happy.

This song’s imagery is so good as well. It gives vibes of lush, green earth and flowers and something just so Huxley imo

In My Head - Joe Serafini & Andrew Barth Feldman

I am incapable of making a playlist for anything without including at least one musical theater song, and this is no exception. Through this not from an actual musical, it’s more theater adjacent, let’s call it.

We’re into right before the confession territory, a song for both of them, a duet. This song perfectly illustrates the awkward stage they’re in, as friends who both desperately want to be something different.

So much of this song feels so perfect for them specifically, it’s like it written for them, I swear. Huxley’s worries about being too much, Damien feeling like he’s not good enough, the gym line, it’s all too good honestly.

Right Here - Betty Who

And the playlist caps off with this one, the song that Erik Redacted himself said was their song. And it really is perfect, especially with that “Right Here” motif carried through their relationship that I love so much. It’s just so damn soft and so am I. I love them your honor.

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HOLY SHIT this took so long. I sincerely hope you got something out of all of the ravings of a mad man that this ended up being.

Also @redactedbloop dinner’s ready, eat up!!!

[melvisik]

Film and TV Moments that Give Feels Part 2

Our Flag Means Death Season 1 - Ed's Heartbreak

LOOK at this beautiful sad soul...

Taika. Taika, Taika, Taika. How the hell did you do that? That could be such an overdramatic line, but it was felt. This is just such a scene of utter heartbreak, you can feel how empty and hurt he is. And how he might actually mean it makes it all the more tragic. There's a possibly here that he's literally going to try and go die (which he doesn't, thank god). But later, he absolutely does the reverse: Tries to ‘die'...

...and then curls up into a ball:

(God, my heart)

But goddammit, he was so close to handling it in a more constructive way. Lucius, angel that he is, gently prodded Ed into looking at it with new eyes.

Life goes on, and sometimes you have to pick yourself back up and go along with it. And Ed said yes.

Maybe he got a tiny bit deluded into thinking it's all ok (it's not, and Ed, that’s fine, too), but it was certainly a step in the right direction. Then this bitch started whining...

Ironic, Izzy. Love ya, but that’s rich coming from you. We see you. Who’s the one been ‘pining for his boyfriend’ the entire frickin season? Of the various degrees of handling heartbreak, Ed went from somewhat healthy and skipped the petty 'Izzy’ stage straight into destructive.

Everyone’s talking about it. Izzy thought he was getting something more like himself - a spiteful, disillusioned man who chooses to enjoy the murderous aspects of piracy - but instead, he’s now got to deal with a hardened, trudging shell covering a mushy pulp of pain, one that’s just going through the motions because he’s been pushed too far.

Stede's abandonment certainly wasn’t the only reason Ed’s cracked (Krackened? I know I’ve seen that somewhere…), but it was definitely a contributing factor. And Izzy’s scorn was the last straw, the thing that pushed Edward Teach over the edge.

All of these gorgeously heartbreaking scenes show someone who’s been disappointed one too many times and has just had enough. Ed is done with feeling hurt, so he just wants to feel nothing (even if it’s clearly not possible...)

Well, it’s definitely impossible for us not to feel anything. This gives all the feels. P.S. Not sure if my analysis of the character motivations or symbolism is entirely accurate, but that’s how I initially interpreted them. Also, yes, Ed technically doesn't know what happened to Stede (could be dead for all he knows), but one would assume he totally suspected Stede ghosted him. P.P.S. SO looking forward to seeing everyone grow this coming season. Izzy, Ed, Stede… grow to the stars, babes!

[cottondo]

BLACK LACE | chapter seven

censored

Fizzarolli x reader

I've got big things planned

for this book but idk if

y'all are ready for it 🌚

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"Ugh, would you get the fuck over it? It's a clown!"

Your bottom lip quivered up at your mother.

She took her hand and dragged it over her face with a huff of annoyance. There was maybe a tinge of guilt in there, but it went fairly unnoticed. "Y/N, honey. It takes lots and lots of practice to be a clown- - a good clown. And, you're just not there yet."

Your insides felt mushy and there's a warm substance running down your cheek for some reason.

Yeahhh, you should've known better than to talk about clown stuff with your parents.

  You brush off the comment, and shake your head. "But, I-I could be really good, and if I keep trying, I'll get to be as good as Fizzarolli, or even Mamm—"

"Would you stop talking about him! God, it's like listening to a broken record!" She hisses, rolling her eyes at you. Her body turns, and she turns off the heat on the stovetop. "You're just not good enough."

You pause, flinching at the sound of her harsh words. They cut through your skin and settled into your blood; something you'd have to carry around for the rest of your life.

"S . . Sorry," As you pull back, body deflating, you nod simply in acknowledgment to her words.

Maybe . . she was right? You just weren't good enough.

  

 

  Tears brim your eyes as you stand on stage with your arms open, listening to the chanting and applause. Lights were flashing, confetti falling from the ceiling, you realized your performance came to an end.

You didn't know you could smile so big. It just, didn't feel natural to you - -

This had to be a dream, right?

The applause meter made it passed ten- - it only needed to be slightly higher than eight for the deal to work.

You actually did it. That means you're going to be staying here for the weekend, working!

"Thank you all so much!" You beam into the microphone. With a final wave, you take your leave off the stage to go find Fizz.

He stands there with wide eyes, watching as you can't running towards him. "I did it! I fucking did it!"

"You did great out there tonight! I can't even believe it," Fizzarolli laughs, looking you over once.

"Sooo?" Your heads tilts at him, a hopeful look in your face. He had to know what you're hinting at.

Fizz got the look, letting out a little huff. "Well, a deals a deal." His eyes roll playfully, a lopsided smirk on his lips. "Guess I've got a new partner."

You couldn't contain yourself. It was actually like almost physically impossible - - your body lunges towards him, and without even giving a second thought, you envelope him in a hug. "Thank you! I won't let you down, I promise!"

His body flinches backward, arms not returning the favor, but instead, giving a sudden look of confusion, and nervousness.

As you let go, your smile faintly starts to drop, watching and seeing his visibly known uncomfortableness. Did . . you maybe go too far?

Fizzarolli's eyes blink a few times at you, and he forces up a smile. "Yeah! N-No problem." His hand waves you off to dismiss the conversation quickly. "So, uh, I heard there were a few parties booking for a private room tonight," he says, looking at you. He pulls out the reservation paper from his pocket, looking down at it.

"Apparently, I'm written down on the schedule to host it. Did you want to join?"

It wasn't like you were gonna turn the offer down. A party room? With you and Fizzarolli? Hell to the yes.

"What time's it start?" You ask, peeking over his shoulder to catch a glance.

  He smelled so good.

  

"Ten. We'll probably be here for a few hours." He glances over his shoulder at you, eyes giving your expression a quick look over.

You nod, taking a small step back. "Yeah, I'm down. What do we have to do?"

He shrugs, rolling his head on his shoulders. "Welllll, Y'know. Strip tease, tons of drugs and drinks. The backroom parties are usually a bit less classy than what we put on up front,"

It seemed like it was a general routine for him and the other workers, but a part of you almost couldn't see Fizzarolli being the touchy-feely type. Despite allot of his products.

"Oooh~ okay, yeah." You smirk, "All I gotta do is be sexy? Psh, easy." Your ego might have come off strong, but deep down it wasn't really all that easy.

  

Fizz put a hand on his hip, head tilted down at you with a knowing smirk of his own. "Oh yeah? We'll see how easy it is once you get in there." His chuckle was hidden under his breath, but audible enough for you to hear.

You roll your eyes, taking the lead to walk down the hall with him at your side.

  "We've got ten minuets," he says, glancing to you, "Basically, they can't touch you. If they lay a hand on you, which, they will, you have the right to call security, or hit them." Fizz mentions as a precaution.

You've dealt with grabby hands before. It wouldn't be much of a problem. For the most part, all your life you've been able to hold your own. What were a couple creeps at Ozzie's gonna do?

"Okay. I've dealt with creeps at the last place I worked at, too." You said it like it was casual conversation, but deep down it still stung a little.

"Alright. Just keep an eye out." Fizz nudges your shoulder, head cocking in the direction where he was now going to lead you to.

Down the hall, a few turns, and boom, a glowing blue door with an equally bright pink handle. The party rooms.

As you step inside, your eyes widen a bit. Icy blue looking tile flooring, LED's shading the room in a deep pink from the ceiling, and a few seated tables with poles attached to them.

"Wow," your lips curl upward into a smile. If it were possible, you were sure your eyes could sparkle at the sights. It was so sleek and pretty. Almost hard to look at for too long, though. Everything had a reflection to it.

"Alright, you ready?" Fizz asks, glancing you over. If he kept eyeing you like that, the more you'd start to get delusional about him liking you.

You nod slowly, looking back to him. "Yeah. Totally,"

  Fizzarolli turns the music on, and the lights start to strobe colors from the ceiling. It was dim in the room, despite the pink LED's, and it gave just the right amount of light to leave imagination to the eyes.

The door opens, and in comes the group of demons you and Fizzarolli were supposed to be taking care of. 

With drinks in their hands, one by one slipped into the room and sat down. Half of them were drunk already, but you didn't mind. This scene was something you've grown more accustomed to over the years.

"Good evening!" Fizzarolli calls out over the music, earning their attentions. "You ready to fucking party!?"

Cheering and roaring echo in the room, leaving a grin on your face.

"Let's fuckin do this!" Fizz turns to you, and grabs your hand. You easily allow it, and let him drag you up to the poles.

His smirk was all show, but you wanted to just pretend for a second like it was all real. That was okay, right?

Fizzarolli showed off a few of his moves on one of the poles, and you soon followed his lead, dancing on the other. Demons threw money at you, and even snapped some in the waistline of your bottoms with slippery hands.

After a couple drinks started splashing in the air, you took the opportunity to grab one for yourself. Tipping your head back, the group start to cheer you on, drowning you with more alcohol. Fizz laughs, watching the scene go down, as he turned his focus from the lap dance he was giving, over to you.

"Yess! Bitch! Go, go go!" One demon yelled out, throwing more money at you.

Your grin was huge, snatching another drink and throwing it back. It went down smooth.

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It didn't take long for the liquor to kick in.

You were right back up on that stage, dancing your little heart out. Fizz didn't hold off to join back in with you either. Only this time, his hand was grabbing yours.

"I'm gonna do something crazy!" He yelled over the music to you, getting closer to your ear. "We'll get more tips,"

  "Okay!" you call back to him.

And suddenly, you feel two hands slip down your waist. You freeze, in the hold of Fizzarolli's hands, and try to blink out of it. Everything came to a halt, though.

His hands felt so natural sitting on your waist, but when he pulled you into him and started to dance for the couple on the chairs below you, you thought you were going to die.

You slip an arm around his neck, pulling him closer. The liquor you've taken in had already started taking their effects, so whatever was going to happen, you couldn't even focus on it.

You just knew you liked the feeling of him being this close to you.

Fizz dips you, one hand on the pole to keep his balance, other under the small of your back. You smirk up at him, bringing his neck down just a little bit closer. It looked like he was going to kiss you, but it was all part of the act.

He extends a ribbed leg, and literally flips himself over you. Your free hand grabs the pole, and you bring yourself back up from the arching position he had you dipped in.

Your cheeks were warm, but you brushed it off, and danced with the pole until you could find the opportunity to take the lead with him again.

The room was starting to get blurry, and your eyesight turned double. Shit. Too much to drink.

You were starting to think Fizzarolli was feeling the same way. His moves were growing sloppier, but he still looked cute doing them.

The crowd barely noticed, since they were way too drunk and stoned to realize, but it was still entertaining nonetheless.

"Oooh, girl, get your partner over here!" One male demon snapped his fingers at you, motioning to Fizz. Fizzarolli looked over curiously, eyes a bit dazed. Oh yeah, he was gone.

"Fizzy~ you've got a dance to do," you smirk, looking over to him.

The gator demon grins, motioning a hand for him to come over.

Fizz looked a little cautious about it at first, which you actually picked up on pretty quick. The demon sat down, and Fizzarolli did what he needed to do. Dancing, stretching, comedy, all of the above.

You keep an eye out, but it wasn't long until someone else grabbed for you. Your figure was quickly pulled off the stage, wobbling, your eyes widen and focus on the large demon who stole you from your spot.

"I wanna dance," his voice echoed over the music, and you manage up a nervous smile in turn. "Of course," you steal a glance over to Fizz, who genuinely started to look more uncomfortable by the whole situation.

"Don't worry about clown boy." A meaty hand grabs your jaw, turning your face to look up at him. "Just worry about me, baby."

"The fuck," You look at him with distaste, and yank back your wrist from his tight grip around it. "Let go!" You glare. He only laughed, earning more anger from you.

"I paid good money for you and your little slut over there! Now give me a damn dance!" The demon was well taller than you, but that wasn't something you cared about. Your foot picked up, and stomped on his. It caught him off his guard, which was what you wanted. You still struggled in his hands grasp, but it didn't last long. He smirked, laughing under his breath, and letting go when you yanked back.

The force of your pulling made you fling backwards to the ground. You land flat on your ass, eyes wide as you look up over the towering people above you.

A few demons laughed, others around the room gasped at what happened. Fizz turns to look at you, eyes wide. "Oh shit,"

Ouch. Your pride. That shit kinda hurt.

That was totally right in front of Fizzarolli, too.

  

Fizz was struggling with his own problems now, though. The demon he was trying to dance for kept his arms around Fizzarolli's waist, tugging him closer. From the look on Fizz's face, he wasn't happy.

With ribbed arms struggling to break free, there's an anxious heaving in his chest. It looked like he just . . shut down.

You started making the conclusion in your head that . .

Oh shit- - he didn't like to be touched.

You force yourself up to wobbling feet. The room spins, and there's a sense of nausea rushing over you, but it would just have to wait.

Fizz struggled, now back against the wall being cornered by the demon. It was clear as fuck that Fizz was having an anxiety attack from this guy.

Your feet trudge over to them. You had to do this, for fizz. "Yo, back off," with a hand raising, you grabbed onto the demon's shoulder, and force shove him to the side.

The demon scoffed, only rolling his eyes at you. "The fuck are you gonna do?"

"Leave- - leave him alone," your words slur out. It was hard to make out anything, but you saw the look on Fizzarolli's face, and that was enough.

Without a second thought, you reach over and grab a ribbed arm, pulling him into you, away from the douchebag in front of you.

"You guys are fuckin' lame! Ozzie's changed," he huffs smoke through his snout.

Uh oh. You're gonna snap.

You grab fizz's hand, and hold it tightly. For some reason, he let you. It looked like he was still trying to calm down his breathing from behind you.

"Then fuck off, asshole! Nobody wants you here!" Your voice hisses out.

To both of your surprise, he actually did as told. He stormed off, slamming the party room door behind him. It was too loud from the music to hear it, but you could still feel the vibration at your feet from it.

Fizz turned to you and let go of your hand. "Y/N- - you, you helped me?"

You look over at him and wobble in your stance. "Of course," there's that gross feeling in your chest again. Any time you looked at him. Dammit! Why did he just have to make your heart melt into a million pieces?

He frowned, eyes looking down to his hand you once held. "Are you okay?" His voice calls over the music, vision flicking back up to you.

You nod, but it was obvious the bruise you got from falling over earlier was going to be there in the morning. "Hell yeah!" The buzz lingers on your tone. It wasn't really what you wanted to say, but liquor had a toll on you.

"C'mon, we're booked until two," there's a smile that pulls on your lips, and you hold out for his hand again. "Can't let them down just because a little mishap happened."

Fizzarolli shakes it off, whatever feeling he was dealing with, and nods anyway. "Yeah. You're right," he was totally drunk, but it just made him twice as cute. His hand slipped into yours, and you swore there were butterflies inside you fluttering their wings. His hand was cold, but it felt so right being intertwined with yours.

You tug him onto the stage with you. "Thought you could keep up with them," your voice is teasing as you start to dance. Fizzarolli wobbles, grabbing onto the pole.

"I can!" He protests, twisting himself up and around the pole. You let out a laugh, watching as he caught the attention of the demons in the chairs below him again.

"Uhuh," your lip curls, "Show us what you've got then."

His hand grabs yours, and suddenly, you're pulled up to the pole with him. His body wraps around yours like a snake. With a hitch in your breath, you stare doe eyed, watching as his face slowly crept closer to yours.

He smirks,  "You watchin?"

[giurochedadomani]

Something, something a fight in which Eddie and Billy are talking about the same thing but not really talking about the same thing (or, abandonement issues get read as jealousy)

Little wip:

“What the fuck have I done now?” 

Eddie’s words hang in the parking lot like the guitar solo inside, the muffled rhythm pumping through The Hideout’s shitty speakers like his accelerated heart. He sees how Billy puffs up his chest next to the van, how he opens his mouth— and how he ends up searching for a cigarette instead of answering, looking anywhere but at him. 

The night air is cold, and Eddie can feel the stage makeup and the sweat drying onto his face. He feels kind of disgusting, and annoyingly self conscious. 

“Seriously, dude. I thought we were on the same page—”. 

“You’ve done nothing”. Which would be anywhere slightly believable if Billy wasn’t mumbling, voice carefully neutral. It feels like they’re going in circles. “You can do whatever you want. I’ve, I’ve fucked off”. 

Eddie swallows. He thinks about the new song. His thoughts turn to lead into his stomach. 

“I invited you here. To the concert. To watch us play and shit”. Because Billy seems to have fun, and enjoy it, and the thought of him among the public made Eddie all mushy. He certainly didn’t invite Billy to stand like a child next to the van, not even bothering waiting until they’re done picking things up. 

“It was cool”, Billy mutters. Something must be showing on his face because Billy adds, with slightly more life: “You guys are cool. Great”. 

“If it’s because of Gareth again, I’d include his sister as well”, he snaps, feeling a vice around his chest. “Hell, I don’t know why the hell are you so fixated on him, maybe I’m fucking the rest of the guys and their sisters. Keeping Corroded Coffin together by the sheer power of my dick”.

[byakuyanya-purinsesu]

As Fate Would Close It.

"You're kidding. It's been how long since that fight?"

"I know, I can't believe it myself."

"Actually, that reminds me... while you were taking your sweet time getting ready in there, one of the royal carriers dropped this letter off. Looks to be from those guys."

"Well, don't keep me in suspense now! What does it say?"

"Hold your horses alright? I was waiting for you to put on your makeup and all before I actually opened it so we could read together. Aren't I so considerate?"

There was a pause. The kind of pause that spawned from sudden embarrassment.

"L-look! Between you and me, making sure this yukata was put on correctly is tough... e-especially for someone that's not even from this region! The shame would be too much if I wore this wrong in public, you see. And we can't have that." the young man holding a bin of tomatoes and cucumbers spoke matter-of-factly while his companion, the one who invited him in the first place, rolled his eyes.

"Yeah okay, your highness." the less formal of the two answered teasingly before breaking the seal on the envelope and holding out its contents, a single piece of paper, in front of them both.

"Hey guys, it's been a long time hasn't it? A lot's happened that's kept us busy. Our job's never quite done, but it might not be just the two of us handling the bulk of things.

"We've actually been training the new guy—the one who bailed you out when we couldn't, to follow our footsteps. And he's showing a lotta promise. While I could have asked Ragna, and maybe even Hazama to tag in, well...

Let's just tagging has been almost exclusively what they've been doing since last you guys saw 'em. Not by choice, either. I think they've also been fighting over the same girl...? It's complicated.

Speaking of girls, Zen's moved in with his girlfriend and while he's always ready and willing to help us... I figure he should enjoy the life he can make with her over at Dentech City. Minato agrees.

Also I think we passed through that other guy's 'Stage' a couple times... it was never for more than a day at a time but true to his word, he's become quite the popular Sage. Well anyway, we should definitely meet up again soon when the world as we all know it isn't at stake. It'll be great to see your kingdoms at peace. Take care of each other, your bond's as unbreakable as me and my partner's after all. - Yu Narukami.

"Bonds, huh? I suppose he's onto something, Prince Takumi."

"Don't get all mushy on me Leo! Save that for Kamui when the fireworks go off later. I don't wanna hear later how you messed it up thinking of me."

"Best not flatter yourself too much now..." he'd wag a finger before standing up and beckoning him to follow. "Shall we go find her at the meeting place now? I want to see as much as we can together at this festival."

"Sounds like a plan." Takumi would gingerly fold the letter back into his envelope and tuck it within the inner pocket of his yukata, before the two took off to enjoy themselves on this summer evening.

The Dual Royals' Story.

Fin.

[kingdom0fcards]

did someone say fruity headcanons? 👀

i think noah would add all tough and shit like

"bro you're so gay"

"gags no way no i am not that's not what i am"

while he's literally cuddling nicholas

he acts all rough on stage wearing masculine ass clothes but when he's home i can tell you for a fact he LIKES to wear crop tops and skinny jeans OKAY

like that man is a TWINK and he HIDES IT -🍄

REAL

you see that bitch ass haircut like that's a fucking TWINK

"I'm not gay" okay Mr Noah "all my friends would fuck me" Sebastian

This man has worn skinny jeans almost all of his life there's no way he doesn't anymore. He said he wanted to make Bad Omens crop tops just so he could wear them, like sir what is stopping you from doing it NOW

Don't get me started on the multiple pics of him just straight up holding dildos, like why does he have those (he's gay)

He would be the kind of guy like "I'm not gay" and then his man (Nicholas) is like "my dick is literally in your ass"

Ty mushie anon I love that fruitcake

[jamies-rambles]

My Mushy Love

Thibaleur/Tech, The Mushy Boys, Qnuerus, Katzengold, UncleSandshell, Nono, NeonBlackCat, Tobi the cat, sold trope, fluff, kind of a song fic but not really

1000 words

Author's note: I wrote this for fun and giggles. If you are one of the people in the story, please do not feel offended. You should be honored that you have made it into a work of art like this :3

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Thibaleur POV

I woke up to Nono yelling at me. “Thib, get downstairs, you have visitors!” I sighed and got up. Slightly annoyed that my wonderful dream had been interrupted I got dressed. I put on jeans and my favourite t-shirt, it had 4 mugshots of monkeys with silly hairstyles on it. I myself was also very silly and whimsical, not at all like the other boys. They were always much too serious and bullied me for my silly nature. In my dream I was on stage with the Mushy Boys, my favourite band. They are so good at music and I love them. But Nono was getting more annoyed, so I quickly put my chestnut brown hair in a messy ponytail and hurried downstairs.

Next to Nono stood a tall man with sunglasses. “That’s him,” Nono said, “so do we have a deal?” The man with the sunglasses nodded. “What’s going on?” I asked. Nono hesitated for a moment before blurting out the truth. "I sold you to the Mushy Boys. I needed money to pay off my debts, you see.” Thib's heart stopped as he stared at Nono in disbelief. Sold to the Mushy Boys? It couldn't be true. I wasn’t his property! “You can’t just sell me, that’s unethical,” I said. Nono laughed at that. “Ethics schmethics. Who cares what you want? I need my money, so you’re sold and that’s that.” “No, I’m not going just because you say so!” I yelled. “You can’t do this to me!” The tall man with the sunglasses grabbed my arm and started pulling me towards the door. I protested, but he was much stronger so there was no point. I was shoved into the car outside and the man took his seat behind the wheel. “Don’t worry,” he said. “We’ll take good care of you.”

After a short drive we arrived at the big mushroom the band members lived and rehearsed in. I sat nervously in the dimly lit hallway, waiting to meet the band members. What was I going to do? Would they even like me? After about an hour of waiting, I saw them walking in up to me. I quickly got up and tried to look cool. Tech, the charismatic lead singer and de facto leader of the band, flashed me a charming smile. "Hey there, you must be Thibaleur.” I forced a tight-lipped smile, my nerves getting the better of me. “Yeah, that's me. Nice to meet you.” “Sorry for the wait,” said Tech. “Rehearsal took a bit longer than planned. Welcome to our humble abode!” Tech’s charm and warm smile put me slightly more at ease. Maybe this whole being sold thing wasn’t so bad after all? The other members started introducing themselves as well. Qnuerus, the adorable drummer with a penchant for colorful sweaters, bounded over to me with a grin. “Hi! I'm Qnuerus. Welcome to the band!” Katzengold, the enigmatic guitarist with a rebellious streak, eyed me with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. “So you’re the new kid. We’ll see if you’ve got what it takes.” I bristled at Katzengold's dismissive tone, but I held my tongue, knowing I had to make a good impression if I wanted to stand a chance. And then there was Sandshell, the wise pianist who radiated warmth and kindness. “Welcome to the band, Thibaleur. We're glad to have you.”

That night the boys took me out to dinner. I got to know them a lot better, and they were impressed with my musical talent. The following weeks we all rehearsed together, and I slowly but surely found myself warming up to my new bandmates. Despite the rocky start, I couldn't deny the bond that was forming between us. Qnuerus's infectious laughter and playful spirit brought joy to my life, brightening even my darkest days. And beneath Katzengold's tough exterior, I discovered a heart of gold, someone who would always have my back no matter what. Sandshell was a stable and calming presence. Neon, the camera man, was pretty nice too, although everyone appreciated it when he stopped yapping for a bit. And there was a cat, Tobi, a little white and gray kitten who loved sleeping on my lap and getting headpats.

But it was Tech who truly captured my heart. Despite the circumstances of our meeting, I found myself drawn to Tech in ways I couldn't explain. Maybe it was the way his voice seemed to reach into my soul, or the way his eyes sparkled when he smiled. He always had such wise words to say. Life truly felt like a gift when he was near. When we sang together, I could feel our souls melting together as one, and I never wanted to stop sporemaxxing.

One fateful night, all the other members had gone to bed and it was just me and Tech practicing a particularly difficult part of our newest song “Cool Like That”. After we were done rehearsing, we sat for a while on the balcony, looking at the lights twinkling in the distance. I could feel the tension crackling between us as Tech took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on mine. “Thib, there's something I need to tell you,” Tech began, his voice soft but filled with determination. “Ever since you joined the band, I've felt this... connection with you. And I can't ignore it any longer.” My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for him to continue, my stomach twisting with anticipation. Tech reached out and took my hand in his, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through me. “Thib, my mushroom heart sways for you. You’re my mushy love. And I know it's crazy, considering everything that's happened, but I hope you feel the same.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked into Tech's earnest gaze, feeling a wave of emotion wash over me. “Tech, I... I do feel the same. I want to be your mushroom boyfriend.”

And as we leaned in and shared our first kiss under the starry sky, I knew that no matter what the future held, I was exactly where I was meant to be. Sold to the Mushy Boys or not, I was living my dream, and with Tech's love to guide me, my worries were gone like spores in the wind.

[deke-rivers-1957]

Kung Fu Elvis Part 3

If you're new to this series, the point of this is to find out which Elvis character is the best fighter given an uninterrupted hand to hand combat styled fight. The goal is to rank each individual Elvis character and then within each tier determine who would win against who.

How I plan on determining this will be by finding each character's age, size and general background. How well a character does in on screen fights will also be considered but analyzed on a case by case basis. Sometimes an Elvis character loses a fight simply because it's a comedy, or due to the low quality stage fighting wins because his opponents are laughably weak.

At the end of the day this is all headcanon as these are all fictional characters. If you disagree with how I rank a character I would love to hear your thoughts on where you would put them.

Wild in the Country is a movie that doesn't have a particular year. You would have to use the cars seen in the movie to determine when it takes place. Despite the presence of cars from the 40s, you also see a 1961 Chrysler New Yorker. Culturally speaking, you can also tell this is the early 1960s as you have Glenn going to therapy instead of immediately being institutionalized, a black man working with a white attorney showing the progression away from segregation, and college being a somewhat viable option with attendance steadily increasing since 1957. Given that Glenn doesn't have much of a job and has a rough and tumble backstory, it's likely that he isn't getting a full three square meals a day.

Even though I said on some sources, Glenn is stated to be 25, I could see someone make the argument that he's younger. Since no one claimed that he was a bit "too old" to be a college student, I'd say he's about 20/21 years old. Glenn being drunk is a non-issue because I don't see this town as being the type to care about enforcing drinking laws. In fact, Glenn's dad is an alcoholic and his uncle has it readily available which would make it more likely for Glenn to have drank before he turned 21.

Kissin Cousins relies heavily on the US military wanting land to build an airbase for the sake of national defense. Given that the Cuban Missile Crisis would serve as a big motivator to have a solidified air defense, we can assume this movie takes place a little after October 1962. Josh is an Air Force pilot and since he doesn't have anything on his uniform to suggest he was involved in a war or military intervention, it's fair to say that he's been living comfortably yet still has to be at least somewhat fit. Jodie meanwhile has been living up in the mountains his whole life where everyone lives off the land, so there isn't a lot of room to take in an excessive amount of calories. That also means, given his lifestyle and his work as a wrestler, Jodie by necessity has to stay in shape.

Going off of Josh's rank as a 2nd LT. I would say that he's anywhere between 25-30 years old. He never mentions being involved in Korea so that would make him under 30 in 1963. Given that there's no war, it takes a little longer to be promoted so even if Josh went to the academy and graduated, he'd still need a couple more years to be a commissioned officer. If you're in the Air Force, please correct me on how this worked during the 60s. As for Jodie, I have nothing to go off of. We don't have anything in mountain life that's age based. We can only assume that since Jodie is played by Elvis, he's at least an adult. For simplicity's sake, I'd say he's about the same age as Josh.

Despite having a somewhat specific timeline, Kid Galahad doesn't have a specific date. What we can assume is that it's after the 1920s since a poster of the real Jack Dempsey fight from 1921 is shown to be really old. Since the movie was filmed in 1961, I wouldn't be surprised if it was thrown in to a be 40th anniversary nod to it. Given that we see a contemporary Lincoln Continental, I would think this takes place throughout 1961. Mushy Callahan exists in this movie's universe is shown to be an older man, indicating that this takes place well after his prime since he retired in the 1930s. Walter being stationed in Okinawa for the army doesn't really give you a specific clue of when it takes place since the US had a persistent military presence in Japan after their surrender in WWII. Walter never mentions a war though, so we can assume that this takes place after Korea yet before the US sent group troops to Vietnam in 1965. We can assume that him being a soldier and a mechanic meant that he's relatively strong and fit.

Walter only has a canonical baptism date of August 14th 1939 in Cream Valley, New York. Given the context clue of his parents dying when he was 14 months old and that he lived with his family in Kentucky since then, we would assume he was baptized before they died. He was baptized by an Irish Catholic priest if he was allowed to marry Rose, an Irish Catholic so that means his parents likely abided by Catholic guidelines that a healthy baby is baptized within a few weeks or months of birth. Therefore, I would assume he was born in 1939 which in 1961 would make him about 22 years old.

This movie is about as specific as you can get with the time period. The Seattle World's Fair only lasts 6 months from April to October, 1962. We also know that Mike and Danny fly over a potato field. Potatoes can have a variety of planting and harvesting times, but it's common for them to be harvested in August or September. Since the fair isn't overflowing with kids, we can assume most schools have already opened. Sue-Lin's 7 years old so she's old enough to go to school, yet she's able to attend. If we assume that Mr. Ling was saving up money to take Sue-Lin to the fair, he would've had to have been saving money throughout the summer so he can take Sue-Lin right before her schooling starts, so we can assume that this takes place in either August or September, 1962. Mike being a recently destitute crop duster, likely had enough money to eat properly. He would also have to be fit enough to have any chance at becoming a test pilot or an astronaut.

We don't Mike's exact age, but we can make a guess based on certain elements of his life. If he wants to apply to NASA he has to be below the age of 35, have a degree in most commonly engineering, etc. Mike doesn't feel concerned about the age requirement so we assume that he has a few years to wait. We know Mike was in the Army for 3 years and that it takes about 4 years to get a degree in engineering. If we assume Mike did meet that requirement, he likely did it right after he left the Army using his VA benefits. Since the youngest you can be to join the Army is 18, Mike at his youngest finished his degree when he was 25. Since he worked with Danny as a crop duster for 3 years that would make him at least 28. So for simplicity's sake we'll stick with him being 28 years old.

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Glenn might have an age advantage, but he's not at all in a good position to be the best fighter. He's a hot-headed character when he fights and only fought people who were impaired to some degree. He seems to win because of adrenaline and luck. He's similar to Deke from part 1 in that his ability to get proper nutrition is questionable at the very least. Given that he's the young, scrappy and hungry character I don't see him being able to have a long fight. If fact, I can see him being completely unable to win a planned fight. With no motivation to fight as his life isn't on the line, he just wouldn't do that well.

Therefore, Glenn is the worst fighter of this group but that's not an insult. With the exception of Jodie, everyone else has military training. Glenn is still in B tier simply because for the average person, he could beat them in a fight. He just wouldn't stand a chance against the other fighters in this group.

Josh and Jodie only fight each other. No one won because Azalea and Selena interrupted their fight. If you look at this realistically though, I don't see this as an even match. Josh having military training doesn't really help him if he was in a fight. He's an Air Force pilot so he's very unlikely to face someone one on one. Also he would have a gun which doesn't reflect your physical abilities. Jodie is essentially the strongest man in the whole mountain village. You can't live in the mountains your whole life, with no contact to the outside world, and not develop any type of muscle. The only gun they have is a hunting rifle, so must confrontations likely are settled through physical force. That gives Jodie a lot more experience with physical combat.

Therefore, Josh would be in B tier but above Glenn. Josh in general is more physically fit than Glenn. Simply having better nutrition by being in the Air Force would give Josh more energy. Glenn having the age advantage doesn't help him since he wouldn't have the stamina from lack of nourishment. Jodie on the other hand would be in A tier. Brute strength would be enough to win against the average person which Josh basically is. If you take him being a champion wrestler seriously, I don't see how Jodie could realistically lose against someone like Josh in a purely physical fight. I can't rank him higher because even this is based purely on what I think should happen. The movie just doesn't give us enough to know for sure.

Walter won every single fight, won against professional opponents, and won against opponents despite being unarmed. Even in the beginning when he had no technique, he still won his practice match against Joey with one punch. As a professional boxer, he's nothing but physically fit. You know that his camp is going to give him nothing but the best. We see him train and even when he's not training he's working with a heavy duty Model T.

Walter is easily the best fighter of this group. A character like Walter is the reason why this project exists. He is what this project is about: finding the best fighter in the ECU in a hand to hand combat, alone, and uninterrupted. Definitely an S tier fighter as he has direct boxing training, has an age advantage, and has never gotten out of shape. The only thing I question is how realistic it is for him to not get knocked out after being punched. The movie is making it sound as if this is some bizarre ability that I simply don't know if it could even exist in real life. I would still put him ahead of Jodie because if we do believe that Walter's ability to not get knocked out is a legit thing that can happen, then Jodie's brute strength is useless. It would be an insanely entertaining match since you just know that Jodie would be fueled by his hatred for losing.

Mike has only won fights that don't fit my proper criteria. I really think he can win on his own but the movie simply doesn't depict the fights like that. Then again, these are more akin to street fights where things aren't always fair. Adrenaline might play a big role in his fight against Vince, but again Mike being able to maintain a certain level of technique is a sign of skill.

Mike. E is in A tier and I can see him winning some good fights. Despite being a crop duster pilot, Mike being in the Army does give him an advantage. He has to have a bunch of stamina and it shows with him being able to run all over Seattle and still manage to fight Vince. However, without any official solo fights, I can't give him the edge over Jodie. If Jodie being the champion wrestler is a fact, then he would have more canonical solo wins than Mike.

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To summarize for this part:

Walter is in S tier.

Jodie is in A tier.

Mike E. is in A tier but below Jodie.

Josh is in B tier.

Glenn is in B tier but below Josh.

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[retconned-royalty]

Continued from [X] @holmestheheart

It’s time to slow things d o w n.

Right now in Lizzy’s life, dust has been kicked up in a whirlwind, and now she needs to plant her feet back down on the ground, before she forgets herself, and trips over her emotions to make a m e s s. So, Damon puts them in a coffee shop. One of those almost liminal spaces, where you can feign the feeling of privacy, in a place that smells like h o m e.

“Mm.” Lizzy held up a finger, pressing TOTAL pause on Damon as a person. She wasn’t ready yet. First, she had to order herself a cocoa with marshmallows and cream, sprinkles and a little gingerbread man, along with a slice of fudge cake. She has one go-to order in the winter season, and this is it. The girl over the counter even knows it by heart, it’s great.

Settled down in a booth a little out of the way, Lizzy felt she could b r a v e looking at Damon’s face, and telling him what she’s had explained to her. There’s a table between them. She can run first if she has to- she doesn’t. She really couldn’t be safer and we all know it.

“Okay. Okay, uh,” She’s n e r v o u s. For someone who has burst into tears in front of thousands of people on stage, this is h a r d to talk about.

“It’s no secret, that you’re a big bad scary vampire.” She started t h e r e. “Before… I even k n e w I was your child, I was given a l l these stories of-” She didn’t want to go through it. “Well. Countless neck breaks, careless murders, a lot of! H a t e, or anger. I was t o l d, you would never c a r e about me and I should give up trying to think about you, in the end.”

It’s the hurt that’s so clear on her face, that speaks volumes of h o w devastating that w a s.

"Okay, okay yeah, I see we're gonna need to have a little talk kiddo."

Damon had tried to at least gather his thoughts as he ushered her into the coffee shop, afforded even more time as they ordered their drinks. This was the last piece of the puzzle for him, his murders, and apparent sprees. Both hands slid around the warm white mug in front on him, he studied the foam for a moment before addressing her again.

"First, I am a menace at best. Barely ranking in the top ten of your extended family tree if I had to guess. I'm not a saint and I don't have mushy feelings about humans - my philosphy is don't shit where you eat but if some random ends up dead well they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. I don't hunt to kill on the regular and I have very good control over my faculties. My humanity has been off once and I mostly spent that time partying." The man kept it conversational as he listed off his sins, not exactly flippant, but no where near defensive about it. He felt no shame or remorse when it came to these particular actions. Damon was a vampire, sometimes that meant he killed people for food, but he wasn't a ripper.

Even his stint of no humanity he'd barely left a body count to be commented on. Flipping the humanity switch didn't make every vampire automatically an idiot. It had been easy to control himself because he liked where he was partying, you kill too many people and you have to move on. No reason to mess up a good thing.

"No Lizzy, the beast inside of you? The thing you fear?" Damon leaned forward, blue eye never more serious then when he meant hers in that moment. "That sounds like Stefan."