#invited to the sleepover vs not invited to the sleepover

[lovevanpalmer]

jackieshauna from the trend on twitter <3

[nomaishuttle]

like pirating is so normal 2 me i forget there r ppl who r like antipiracy which btw is stupid. obviously

[ludaroace]

honestly its really sweet how ramon went from really only having fit to now having a huge family in such a short amount of time .

like yes, the rest of the eggs are his family, and obviously they all care for each other, but the end it was always just him and fit . his other dad dipped a month in, and almost every other egg had at least two people - even ones who only had one or neither parent had a multi-person support system . ramon had fit and to an extent bad and dapper .

and then in the span of like a month he gets two sisters who think the world of him, a brother (a second soon i assume) , pac is his dad in all but the eyes of the government, and whatever the hell his relationship to mike is now (you are like a son to me vs i'll be your uncle soon fight) . he's gone and grown the number of people in his corner, that'll prioritize him without hesitation .

tubbo and ramon thought fit was gonna be gone for a bit ? thats fine, tubbo just adds another 16 cookies to his count without thinking or being asked to and invites him to hang out whenever . sunny and em drag him into watching barbie movies and having sleepovers whenever any of them want to and he was given the honour of getting the room right across theirs . pac fully respects what he has to say and at no point has shot him down even if what he's saying is childish and asks to see his stuff unprompted . mike immediately drags him away to start discussing plans for the future and being his biggest hypeman . ik ramon's admin is busy often, but i would not be surprised if we saw ramon waking up/staying up a bit later to hang out with pac and mike every once in a while like he sometimes does with tubbo and bad .

sometimes its easy to forget that ramon is just a kid because he's extremely mature for his age, but seeing him all jumpy today just made me happy . the kid deserves this .

[anjanahalo]

Wayne vs Fenton 2

start of the madness

Here's the actual blurb I wrote. It's from Damian's POV, post him punching the seemingly stalking Daniel Fenton in the face while they stand in an alley. ~*~

Fenton made for, in many ways, an infuriating opponent. It became obvious quickly that any formal training he had involved only the bare basics. Everything else drew from a street brawler’s efficiency, tactics used to strike fast and hard but without finesse. Between the two, Damian was the superior fighter. His training allowed him to dodge most attacks and connect more hits, and Fenton appeared rather weak when it came to avoiding throws. Logically, the fight should have ended quickly and cleanly in Damian’s favor. It didn’t. Fenton’s clear advantage laid in being able to take Damian’s hits and continue advancing, often with a laugh and a genuine smile. Damian started the fight filled with irritation and rage. Fenton engaged with what appeared to be genuine delight. The way Damian literally almost threw Fenton off a rooftop once they somehow ended up ascending a fire escape and began combining their brawl with skyline parkour, for example, lead to Fenton only grinning and bounding back into the fray. It utterly confused Damian. The confusion changed to matching delight as he realized how fun this was. A no holds barred martial battle unlike anything he ever received from his family, and one that didn’t hold any of the pressure of his League training for perfection. Just an exchange of punches, hits, and laughter. Damian hadn’t felt so free in ages, nor so fulfilled, as though he’d quenched a long lasting thirst he didn’t realize plagued him. He didn’t even think about the state of himself or Fenton when Alfred opened the door to Wayne manor to see the two boys covered in scrapes, bruises, and school uniforms torn from their hours long tussle against each other. Alfred stared, most surprised by the matching smiles Damian and his apparent classmate shared. “Welcome home, Master Damian. You are a bit late for dinner, but I saved you a plate, and can easily provide something for your guest.” “Oh, it’s that late already?” Damian asked. “Sorry, Alfred. We, ah,” Damian faltered in coming up with a reasonable explanation for what just happened. Fenton pulled out his phone from his bag, checking the time. “Oh, shit, I have like a million missed calls from Vlad.” Alfred glared a bit at the foul language, but allowed it to slide considering the two looked as though they’d been tossed in a hurricane. “Do you require a ride home, Mister…” “Oh! It’s Danny. Sorry, sir. Um, maybe?” “Fenton, you must stay for Alfred’s cooking at least. You can explain you’re visiting your friend at the Wayne manor. I can’t imagine him being upset at your becoming familiar with me.” “Wait, you’re a Wayne? Like ‘Brucie Wayne’ Wayne?” “You didn’t realize this?” “I barely managed to figure out your first name! How would I know that? Wait, we’re friends?” “After that fight? Of course we are. Please, accept my invitation for a visit. I believe it is also Friday, so perhaps you could spend the night, as well?” “Like a sleepover?” “If you wish to call it that,” Damian acquiesced. Danny tilted his head in thought, then quickly sent a text before silencing his phone. “Vlad’s a fruitloop anyway."

[lesbian-kyoru]

tbh now that i've finished watching stars, i think people very much lie to themselves about how much seiya "disrespected" usagi's boundaries & "ignored her feelings"—because they don't like how it makes them feel to recognize that usagi wasn't forced into anything against her will. 

i kept waiting for seiya to be this pushy, abusive person, and make endless unwanted advances toward usagi. however, 99% of the time seiya was simply flirting & usagi was... not only wholeheartedly receptive to it, but actively flirting back. aside from random oneliners where usagi is like "huh i don't get it? 😳" (which always struck me as very dissonant, because usagi seems to be aware of seiya’s feelings depending on the episode so it’s weird when she conveniently forgets as a punchline LMAOOO but anyways)—seiya and usagi both seem incredibly aware of the romantic tension between them, and they still choose to flirt back and forth with each other. it's not seiya strong-arming usagi into these situations she's uncomfortable in, it just makes people feel better to over-exaggerate seiya as this manipulative person & ignore usagi's total agency in the whole situation.

and tbh the longer i think about it, i'm really bothered by this implication that it was seiya's responsibility to idk... not "tempt" usagi to stray from her boyfriend, as opposed to acknowledging that usagi made her own choices & wasn't unknowingly coerced by a "predatory" lesbian LMFAO. as an aside that comes back to my main argument— something i really love about seiusa as a ship is i don't think either of them fully realize how deeply they feel about each other until pretty far in. usagi obviously wrestles with being attracted to seiya & feeling like she shouldn't be up until the last episode, but seiya also doesn't seem to realize he's in love with usagi, beyond flirting with her & hanging out, until they find kakyuu & seiya realizes he still can't stop thinking about usagi. as much as usagi is confused about her feelings, seiya also has multiple moments where he thinks “what's the matter with me?” and struggles to understand how deep his initially more casual feelings for usagi have gotten.

imo, people just ignore this & use it to interpret everything seiya does as inherently predatory from their first interactions. however, often times in their early scenes, it's usagi who is assuming seiya is making moves on her & subsequently freaking out about it (she also spends a LOT of time thinking about him making a move—like, to the point where it’s clear she isn’t just panicking about it but is actively kind of waiting for it to happen—but that's another conversation LOL). but then in reality, seiya is. not doing anything. it’s just usagi projecting this overtly forward intent on his objectively not-super-provocative actions (which imo further drives home the point of, if usagi is so very much not interested in seiya, then how come she thinks constantly about him making a move..... and what does that tell us about her attraction/potential feelings for him.... but again, a different conversation).

for me, the date episode & the sleepover episode comes to mind. like, seiya invites usagi to go out, & usagi chooses to go. seiya offers to stay over when usagi is home alone, & she gets super excited & says yes (and immediately invites him up to her room skdlhfsdkhfls anyways). and people would argue, seiya knew she had a boyfriend, therefore he shouldn't have made these invitations or offered in the first place.... as though usagi isn't capable of making her own choices & turning down a friend if she was so uncomfortable with the way he was treating her. 

i think the problem is that people just find it easier to blame seiya & act like he was this manipulative lesbian preying on a vulnerable girl with a boyfriend vs grapple with how usagi had control of her own actions and had the agency to do things that make fans uncomfortable. these boundaries that people always are so mad about seiya not respecting were only “not respected” because... as time went on, they just did not exist, and that simply falls on both of them, not just seiya. for the few times that usagi would remind seiya she already had a boyfriend, she still tears those boundaries down on her own—by developing really intense feelings for seiya, by choosing to spend time with him again and again, by not turning him down from the start (which she could've done if she was truly uninterested and uncomfortable, like so many people decided she is). 

tl;dr it’s not that deep, but i'm just baffled by these “seiya is an abuser & creep” allegations that have been thrown around for decades—when usagi has such obvious feelings for him & it went both ways. because of their preconceived notions of usagi's feelings & actions, people have built up this self-fulfilling idea of seiya as this manipulative abuser who takes advantage of the poor fragile girl, but that’s just blatantly ignoring the complexity of literally everything that happened onscreen. it also robs usagi of the agency she has in all of her choices and her relationships, including with seiya. usagi wasn't naive or unaware or coerced, you just don't like how she felt and what she did. like yeah it's easier to scapegoat seiya as the predatory butch lesbian who’s being creepy to the pure pretty girl, but in reality usagi pretty clearly fell in love with or at the very least developed more-than-platonic feelings for someone else & it's messy! sorry i have eyes.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Another cute scene I thought of:

Kitty: what did you guys get on question 6?

Pietro: I got 7

Wanda: I got 9

Kitty: Damn, I got 42, guess I flunked this math quiz… Reader, what did you get?

Reader, with this expression 🫠: I got George Washington…

-Later-

Professor Xavier (who’s favorite student definitely isn’t reader, what are you talking about?): I got your tests back. Except for Readers, sadly your test…drowned. You get an A though

- ❤️ Anon

🤣😂😅 Oh dear... I can see that happening! But I raise you this: What if Reader actually was correct? Now that would be hilarious 😆...

• I headcanon Reader is great with things like algebra and multiplication, just maybe not word questions in math or English

• Reader is good with drawing notes, charts, and diagrams/pictures for science, biology and anatomy classes. Scarily accurate, in a way, at least compared to the other teens closer to their age

• Reader has weaker arms, but really strong legs. They're a good defense on sports teams, so they're more likely to block someone or hit/kick/strike the ball to someone else (they accidentally kicked someone in the shin, hard enough for then to fall over in agony)

• Reader is good at baking/cooking. They tend to be okay with measurements, but struggle a bit when it comes to dry vs. wet ingredients and diffent oven temperatures

• I'm going to say the campus appears similar to a boarding school: Everyone lives there, basically

• Reader does not have a roommate; they are invited to stay over with others, though... or have a few platonic yans invite themselves to stay over with Reader in their room

• The town near the school (it's a few miles out) is pretty much like a ghost town, save for a few odd individuals... There are places to go for field trips, such as a science and history museum, an aquarium, an art museum, and some landmarks/environments such as a mountain range, the beach/coast, and a few forests...

• The Town has a few places to visit, for food or clothes or movies, it's just... really, really quiet... If it weren't for the few people living there, one would think they're in the middle of nowhere...

• Is there a uniform? Not exactly? Everyone has to wear a wristband that states their name and school number, but otherwise? There isn't much of a dress code

• The campus has dorms, it has a few built-in cafes and galleries, as well as an auditorium, gymnasium, pool, garden, library, and a few other places... (Don't look beneath the /&>=# &!))... )

• The students and teachers have their own living areas and recreational rooms. Sometimes the students throw large sleepovers in one or two of their rec rooms, because no one's room is big enough to hold everyone; Reader, once they join the school, is being invited to these sleepovers almost every time

• The students, the mutants ones, have their mutations. Sometimes they have to take a day or two off, due to them (namely those who have feral mutations and instincts, those with mind-reading or telepathy, those with specific needs where their mutation has to be controlled, ex. Rogue wearing gloves, Scott wearing glasses, etc.)

• Reader has a mutation, but for some unknown reason, it isn't showing or known to the students or teachers... They've had tests done and had the feral mutants see if they can scent the X-gene from them (it causes a distinct scent), and so far Reader has passed each test... It's confusing for a lot of them...

• There is a dark secret buried beneath everything, something pulling a few characters' strings and forcing paths and actions... But this secret keeps itself hidden and unknown... What I can say, without spoiling anything, is that it's not one person who's behind it... It's several...

And these are a few fun facts to know about the 📒Mutant High🧪 AU!

(Thank you, ❤ Anon, or Bee🐝!) (Or BeaBee🐝!)

[kittiwittebane]

HUNTLOW WEEK FIRST PROMPT!

HALLOWEEN/HOOTY!!

//TIME FRAME//:THE HALLOWEEN AFTER WAD//WARNINGS:

Luz is American and therefore would use American English words, but I am a British English (mainly) speaker, so if I mention something that is not American or does not exist in America, I apologise. Example: Lollies VS candy. I use lollies and America (apparently, not gonna assume) uses candy. I’ll try to use the correct terminology, but in all due respect, this is Fanfiction, not a published novel from the greatest writer in the world.

References: MOVIE: A Quiet Place//NETFLIX//M RATED//HORROR/SCI-FI//(Recommend, good 👍)

Hunter picked up his scroll as a notification pinged on the screen. Luz.

__________________

BADGIRLCOVEN_

Heyyyyy 😀!

Sleepover at the owl house tonight! 😁

RULERZREACHF4N

LUz gO awa.y im sTUdiy/in.g tonight

BADGIRLCOVEN_

Willows going to be there 😏

RULERZREACHF4N

…

I m.eAn i ha’v. A little biT o.f ti,me ma8be

BADGIRLCOVEN_

Knew it.

See you there!

5:00pm.

HALLOWEEN PARTYYYY!

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Hunter cursed himself under his breath. Why did he say yes because Willow was going to be there? He knew now that his feelings for her were called ‘romantic’ and ‘a crush’, but all he’s going to get is teasing and he knows it. He sighed, getting off of his computer that Camila had given him. He walked downstairs, still cursing himself.

“Uh- Darius?” Hunter asked cautiously. Not his first time asking about something, but something about this made him feel nervous.

“Yes, little prince?”

“Uh, Luz has invited me to a ‘halloween party’. Can I go?” Hunter twiddled his thumbs together. Darius gave him a blank look.

“Yeah sure,” Darius replied. “Not like we are doing anything.” He placed a glass of Clawhey’s Extra Strong Boor on the table. “I’m having someone over anyways. Not like it’ll inconvenience that.”

Hunter nodded as if taking this very seriously. “Right. But uh, you were a teenager once right?”

Darius gave him a confused stare. “No way.” he snorted. “Thought I was born at forty-five.”

Hunter blushed. “That’s not- I mean-” He spluttered frantically. “How do you like… wow someone?” Cringy jazz hands were displayed to Darius in hope of them somehow increasing the knowledge to the situation.

“You want to impress someone?” Darius’s curiosity arose, despite having a very good idea of who.

“N-no! It’s like.. Hypothetically…?” Hunter stuttered awkwardly, his tooth gap showing as his face progressively turned a brighter hue of red.

“Well your Captain likes flowers so-” he cut himself off to admire the beautiful shade his son’s face, ears and apparently arms had so quickly turned to after the mention of his captain.

“Ex-excuse me!?” Hunter spluttered. “Who said this had anything to do with-”

“Hunter, I’m not stupid. You talk about her twenty-four/seven. There are pictures of her on your desk. And I found one under your pillow. Don’t play dumb. Like… everyone except her knows you are soft for her.” Darius continued, purely to annoy Hunter to the point where the boy’s body turns the same shade of crimson that his ears had. Hunter’s jaw had dropped so much that Darius could stuff Hunter’s ‘secret’ bi flag in it. Darius’s lips curled into a smirk.

“What, little prince?” his smirk only grew, Hunter becoming speechless. The blonde boy made a series of intelligible noises, each one being understandable in every way possible to his adoptive father’s ears. Darius shook his head.

“Go get ready.” he instructed the stuttering, hormonal teenage boy. Hunter shut his eyes and just accepted this.

“Will do.” he squeaked.

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Hunter turned up at The Owl House cautiously. He knocked.

“Hooty, who is it?” Luz’s voice yelled. Hooty stuck his head out the window.

“Hoot hoot! It’s the weird blonde kid with the crush on Willow!” Hooty shouted back to Luz. Hunter blushed furiously.

“HOOTY!” he hissed. “My name is Hunter!” Hunter paused. “And I don’t have a crush on Willow.” he flushed, rubbing his arm. He looked down.

“Suuuuuuuurre!” Hooty mocked him. “I read the thing you wrote.”

Hunter’s head whipped up, flashback of the notebook he’d written his feelings in. TITAN! Hunter panicked.

“What writing?” he faltered, failing to hide the fact he had, in fact, written something a little bit… hormonal, to say it one way.

(:O Not like dat you dirty mind >:O)

“Don’t try to hide it with the names ‘O’Bailey’ and ‘Lily’. We aaaaallll know it’s just Hunter and Willowww!” Hooty nodded. Hunter sighed in relief. Hooty had only found his O’Bailey X Lily fanfiction. Not his diary. Hooty continued to babble on about his fanfiction, while Luz came to the door and let Hunter in.

“Even Hooty knows you have a massive crush on Willow, Hunter! How does she not realise it?!”

“Shhh Luz!” Hunter snapped.

“She’s not here, stop worrying.”

Luz complained impatiently. “Why can’t you just ask her out! You’re worse than me and Amity!”

A small gasp was heard from the room beside them, just as they were about to walk in.

“We weren’t that bad!” Amity’s lip wobbled fakely. Luz just smiled and shook her head. Hunter and Luz sat down with Amity, Gus and Vee. Now they were only waiting on Willow.

*WILLOW FINALLY TURNS UP :D*

“Willow!” Luz greeted her friend with a hug. Hunter smiled adoringly, watching from just beside the walls to the next room.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, kid?”

Hunter whipped around and smacked Eda in the face in a fight response.

“EDA!” he snapped. “You frightened me!”

Eda gifted Hunter with a rude stare. Raine showed up beside her.

“He’s looking at Willow.” Raine explained. “Haven't you noticed his extremely noticeable crush?”

Eda looked at Raine blankly. She shook her head. Raine sighed, abandoning any plan to try and help Eda understand. It wasn’t going to work. Hunter proceeded to turn what now seemed to be his face’s normal colour. He dismissed them both, walking back to the room. He could hear Willow’s footsteps as her and Luz approached the room. While Willow came in and sat down, Luz walked straight past the door. She started into a sprint, quite quickly coming back with small black boxes. She handed one to each of them.

“I got us all a little something. I know Hallween is a one-night thing, but you can use these whenever you want!” she exclaimed excitedly. Gus went straight into ripping his open.

“Oh, cool!” Gus grinned, pulling out a pair of bat pyjamas. Willow’s eyes lit up at the sight of Gus’s present. She opened hers as quickly as Gus had opened his. But in a more calm manner. She pulled out some black pumpkin pyjamas with vines all over the sleeves.

“Awww!” She held the cloth up to her face. “Thank you Luz!”

The rest of them, now intrigued, opened theirs. Amity pulled out a pair with black cats on them, while Vee found a witchy themed one in her hands. Hunter was the last to do so, and he took out his own one, which had werewolves on them. Forgetting where he was, and only caring about the fact they had wolves on them, Hunter’s eyes became wide as pans and seemed to shimmer. He hugged the pyjamas. The rest of the group giggled, and Hunter snapped back to reality. He coughed.

“I mean they’re cool I guess.” Hunter mumbled. Willow giggled softly and Hunter turned to her. His face returned to the carmine colour it has been so frequently this week. Willow thought that was cute.

“Heh, your face is all red.” she giggled. Hunter went a brighter shade of ruby. Luz clapped her hand together loudly, snapping everyone’s attention back to her.

“I wanted to go trick-or-treating but I decided that if I just bought the candy and we had a halloween sleepover it would be cool?” Luz explained.

“Yeah!” Hunter smiled, still ecstatic about his new pyjamas. He’s adorable… Willow thought. Without any warning, Luz pulled out a bag from under her bed and then proceeded to pull out bags of candy. Starbursts, Skittles, M&M’s, random chocolate bars that nobody bothered to read the label on. Though it probably wasn’t the best idea, Luz put on a movie on the TV she’d managed to shove through the portal, and they watched a movie while eating tons of candy. Luz had found a horror movie called A Quiet Place. They all huddled together on the couch.

“This might be a bit scary.” Luz announced quite loudly. Hunter, not waiting to show fear even though after reading the description was terrified, he smirked.

“The only one who would be scared is you, Luz. I’ve lived as the Golden Guard on the Boiling Isles for as long as I can remember.”

Luz grinned. “Of course, Hunter.” she nodded solemnly. “You are the strongest of them all.” she bowed to him. Hunter did not appreciate the mock. Luz turned the lights off and they sat down, facing the TV, Vee was on the very far right end, then Amity, Luz, Hunter, Willow, Gus.

“Whatever Luz. I guess we will see when the movie starts.”

*ABOUT 10 MINUTES IN*

Hunter was tense. Not a little bit, he was really really tense. The suspense of the movie scared him. The fact that there was no talking was freaky. The blanket Hunter had somehow acquired at some point during the movie was only allowing his eyes to be shown.he was wrapped up in it, but Luz being the sibling she is, decided to steal it.

“Hey!” Hunter whined. “I was using that!” Luz just snickered.

“Lol do not caaare!” she sang. Hunter whimpered. That was his safe space! He turned back to the movie, curling up timidly. A minute later, he got a tap on the shoulder.

“We can share if you want.” a small, soft voice whispered. Hunter turned to see Willow holding her blanket open. He blushed furiously, hoping the fact that the lights were off hid it.

“Itsfineiamok.” Hunter mumbled quickly. (It’s fine I am ok). Willow beckoned him to share with her. He tried to say no but she didn’t give up. His blush did not calm down as he finally agreed. He moved over a little bit. Willow noticed he was shy, and moved the rest of the way for him. She wrapped the blanket around him and moved a tiny bit closer. Their shoulders were touching, and Willow decided to close the small gap they had between them. She leant on him, unaware of the dark scarlet colour that had just overtaken the small ruby hue that dusted his cheeks. Slowly, due to the lack of noise, Willow fell asleep. Her head rested on Hunter’s shoulder. Usually, she’d be snoring. But she’d knocked herself out with sugar.

Oh my Titan… Hunter whined inwardly. She looks so peaceful and beautiful when she sleeps… maybe I should… hmm…

And to that thought, Hunter’s mind shut down and sleep overtook him. His head fell onto Willow’s. Absent-mindedly, Hunter’s body decided that Willow was a stuffed toy and he hugged her firmly.

MEANWHILE>>>

“OH MY TITANNNNN!” Luz whispered urgently. “EEEEEEEEEEE!”

Amity looked at her girlfriend, then saw the scene behind her.

“Ew.” Amity retched quietly.

“QUICK AMITY WHERE THE TITAN IS MY PHONE?!” Luz panicked. She fumbled the blankets as quietly as she could to find it.

“Hehe blackmail.” was the last thing she said before taking the photo and falling asleep with Amity.

[ftm-megamind]

part 2 of Chad and Ryan headcanons because im still exploding (here's part 1 and part 3):

so then summer at Lava Springs happened

you know how Sharpay specifically asked for Troy to carry her golf bag?

well I think Ryan definitely specifically asked for Chad to be there too

and when they got left behind by everyone else on the golf field, they definitely started a conversation

neither of them expected it to go so smoothly but it did, and after that day Chad often invited Ryan to hang out

soon they found out there's more to them than being a jock and being into theater

Ryan gave Chad a ride home every night (even though Taylor could just drop Chad off while she was going home herself, but she let them be)

sometimes, they went to the cinema, or to the bowling alley, or took long walks around the town getting to know each other better

everyone knew these were dates.

when Ryan and Sharpay got into an especially rough fight, Ryan didn't really feel like spending the night at Lava Springs, so Chad invited him over without hesitation

at first Ryan was a bit wary and thought Chad's family wouldn't like him, but they did, obviously

the sleepover went great and they felt like little teenage boys, having a pillow fight and gossiping, watching their favorite movies and eating candy until they felt like throwing up, playing board games and making a karaoke contest- you name it, they did it all

it was very late when they finally decided to get some sleep

Chad was about to head to his basement to get a spare mattress for Ryan, but then

"um, i can sleep in your bed with you," Ryan said, avoiding Chad's eyes "if you don't have a problem with that, of course"

he didn't have a problem with that

instead of going to sleep, they talked about everything and nothing for a bit more

sometime during the conversation, Chad's sweaty hand ended up on Ryan's, but neither of them mentioned it

they liked it, but they were too scared to do anything else, especially Ryan, because he was scared Chad was just experimenting

after that night, they were pretty much inseparable

Ryan visited the kitchen every morning and evening to see how the Wildcats are doing

but he wasn't fooling anyone, they knew he was there to see Chad

and oh my god the way Chad anticipated Ryan's visits and was excited about them every single time

everyone was sick of their mutual pining

also, Chad often invited Ryan to eat lunch together outside, and Ryan made sure Fulton wouldn't fire Chad for it, even if they were on off-limit areas sometimes

and then the baseball thing happened

and look, i'm not saying they fucked after the game

but they went to the locker rooms and exited with their clothes switched

so just connect the dots

anyway, after the game, they sat at the tables together and ate some burgers for lunch

they were really close to each other, their legs and shoulders touching and Chad leaning slightly onto Ryan

they were talking about Ryan's amazing baseball skills when suddenly Zeke and Jason walked up

Ryan didn't want Chad to get teased so he wanted to scoot away, but then

Chad wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder and kept him close, grinning at him

and it was probably at this moment that Ryan realized he's head over heels and there's no going back, no matter what

so he smiled back and leaned into the embrace

anyway, back to Zeke and Jason

they asked Chad whether he wants to join them in a 2-vs-2 basketball game

Chad smiled but said that he has plans with Ryan

which wasn't entirely true, they haven't made any elaborate plans, but Ryan just stayed quiet and couldn't help but smile - Chad just admitted to his jock friends that he wants to spend time with him

Zeke and Jason just looked at each other and exchanged some meaningful glances and smirks, shoving Chad's shoulder gently

"sure, have fun you two"

when they left, Ryan looked at Chad again, only to see him blushing furiously

"what was that about?"

"no idea, they're just being stupid"

Chad couldn't help but think about getting teased the next day for being very obviously into Ryan, but for now, he didn't care - he had a crush to romance

[itsnotyouithink]

SENSE OF HOME, BOTH SWEET AND SALTY

fem!reader x cheryl blossom x son!oc

summary; when invited to see your girlfriend cheerlead at the championship game vs stonewall prep, a hellish face gets your attention which leads to a series of events to follow. both bad and good.

part one, 

warnings; fluff, angst

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You didn’t know you could’ve gotten any luckier. Your life was seemingly perfect at the moment—too perfect. One example is your girlfriend becoming more involved with Cris and his life. She chose to pick him up from school when you couldn’t make it from all the after school activities you decided to sign up for. With Senior Year quickly coming to a close, you had to make sure your transcript for college had as much stuff in it that Cheryl did. If you wanted to have the opportunity to support your family, fully without the help of your father or Cheryl, you needed to get a good education.

Cris absolutely adored Cheryl. He adored her so much that he had already started calling her parental names. The array of Mama, and Mom flying around left and right. And every time the name is directed at her, her face immediately glows with a smile. She even cried one time.

Things had been going great—better than great. You and your girlfriend were on cloud 9 together, switching between which house to sleepover at. Cris obviously slept between the two of you and Cheryl wouldn’t have it any other way. It was a heartwarming sight to see. You finally had a family, even if it wasn’t “traditional”.

Cheryl made it her mission to make sure the boy felt safe and comfortable in her presence and around Thistlehouse. If that meant that she needed to get rid of a few paintings that were passed down through the Blossom bloodline—so be it.

“Remember when you see Cheryl, you give her a big hug.” Cris nodded his head with a smile, “I love Mamas hugs! She makes sure to squeeze the life out of me.”

You shook your head and laughed, “You should tell her that, it’ll make her smile.” Cris proceeded to pull you over towards the bleacher stairs with no struggle. The two of you found seats near the front, giving Cris enough room to jump up and down when he gets a sudden energy surge he usually got. Especially with the hype and cheering coming from students of Riverdale High and Stonewall Prep.

“Well if it isn’t Prince Cristiano and Miss Y/N.” A familiar voice came from beside you and your energetic son. Your good friends, Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones sat beside you, Cris eloping them into a warm hug. “I thought you couldn’t come to the game?”

You sighed, “Cris has been extremely hyper lately. I thought some fresh air would do the trick to tire him out. It’s a plus that everyone is here.” You flashed a small smile towards your two friends.

Jughead chuckled as Cris repeatedly gave him high-fives, “He’s like a ball of star energy.”

You laughed and shook your head, “I wish it was just that,” Betty tilted her head towards you, a supportive hand placed on your forearm. “He hit one of his classmates last week for stealing his red crayon while making a portrait of me, him and Cher.”

“His teacher suggested he should get tested for ADHD, but doctor visits are extremely expensive for a high school student that takes a shift at Pop’s. Cheryl continues to tell me she’ll happily pay for it but, I just don’t want handouts—she’s been paying for his normal check-ups since she met him.” You took a quick breath, “Whatever, I’ll find a way.”

Betty gently squeezed your arm before retracting it when a breeze hit, “Well if you need anything, we’re here for you.”

Jughead nodded from beside his girlfriend, “Even if I’m at Stonewall right now, I’ll happily take babysitting hours. It’s a good break from the Stonies.” You smiled at the couple and nodded, “Thanks guys, I appreciate it.”

A whistle was blown, the River Vixens waving their pom-poms and coming onto the field with smiles and chants—their recently hired cheerleading coach no where in sight. Cheryl scanned the crowd like she usually would, the expectation of her girlfriend and her girlfriends son wasn’t extremely high, considering the two of you talked on the phone and you told her there most likely wasn’t a possibility of making it. But the glimpse of a boy jumping up and down waving made her smile, immediately waving back.

She blew a kiss to you, who waved brightly. Cheryl winked and turned to her Vixens with clasped hands. The cheerleaders got into formation, the song ‘Cherry Bomb’ playing on the loud speakers around them. You watched as Cheryl and your best friends, Veronica and Toni dance around with smiles and sass. Cris jumping up and down and dancing freely.

The football team ran onto the field with their helmets covering their faces and heads. The game had quickly begun with the burning thought that the guy with #13 plastered on his back looked oddly familiar with the piercing brown eyes.

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Cris happily jumped into the arms of your girlfriend, “Mama! You did so good!” It was the end of the game and sadly the Stonewall Prep Scallions took the win at the last moment, Riverdale High’s star player being injured at the last seconds of the game. Cheryl smiled at the parental name she was officially given. Her heart swelling immediately. “Hi, baby, I’m glad you came!” She smiled and kissed the crown of his head, swinging him back and forth with the hug.

You cleared your throat making Cheryl look towards you. “Well, hello, my love.” She let go of the raven-haired boy and brought you in for a chaste kiss. “I thought you weren’t coming?”

You sighed, “He was energetic after you left. I figured we could enjoy fresh air and see you do your thing.” Cheryl nodded with a smile and a small chuckle, Cris leaning into her side. You furrowed your eyebrows, “Where’s the new cheerleading coach?”

Cheryl smirked, “Oh, she’s been . . . disposed.”

You shook your head and brought her in for a hug. “You did good out there, Blossom. Y’know with the hands and the skirt rising? I wonder where they came from . . .” You rose a playful eyebrow. Cheryl laughed and interlocked your hands with hers. “They’ve been recently locked away, I suppose. However, I am glad you were here to see them.”

You hummed with a small laugh, “Believe me, I enjoyed it.” Cheryl pulled you in once more for a small kiss, this time lasting an ounce longer but was interrupted by a deep voice calling for your name.

“Y/N.” Someone called from behind the two of you. A small groan of interruption falling from Cheryls painted lips. “Can we talk?”

You turned around at the question with furrowed eyebrows.

David Santos in all his hell-ish glory.

His hair was pitch black and wet from a celebratory water bottle being poured in his head. A small gash through his eyebrow from being tackled by Archie Andrews himself. His brown eyes transferred exactly to his son. He was tall—so damn tall.

Cheryl looked at the man and then at her girlfriend then down to the boy who clung to her side, waiting to go home. Cris was the spitting image of you and David combined.

The boy had David’s hair color, his eyes and skin tone while you gave him your eyebrows, lips, cheekbones and jaw line.

You cleared your throat, the father of your child standing before you, “David, there’s nothing to talk about.” You turned around and grabbed ahold of Cris’s hand, Cheryl turning with you to walk the other way. A hand turning you back around by your forearm.

“David—”

“Is this him . . .” He gulped, looking down at the confused child hiding beside Cheryl and yours legs. “Is this my son?”

“Who’s else’s would it be, you imbecile.” Cheryl rolled her eyes, her arms crossed with a protective stance. David furrowed his eyebrows and looked towards you who sighed and nodded.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You scoffed and furrowed your eyebrows, “I did tell you, David.” The image of the three pregnancy tests you took and showed him engraved in your brain. So was the thought of him telling you he wanted nothing to do with it. “You said you didn’t want anything to do with me or him. Even after that I gave you a chance.” You dryly chuckled, “I even invited you to family events with my Dad! I defended your ass even when everyone said you would be a deadbeat father who would care less about me or our son.” You angrily made your way over to him, harshly pointing a finger to his chest. “I waited for you in that hospital bed and you never came.”

“Mama, why is Ma angry?” Cris quietly asked a focused Cheryl by pulling on her Vixens skirt. The redhead looked down at the boy but before she could answer David scoffed, “So, Blossom gets to be a parent figure but the person who actually created him can’t even see him?”

“David, please.” You dragged a hand down your face, “You haven’t been present since his birth. You ran away to Stonewall Prep, for heavens sake. Cheryl has been there for him—for us—way longer than you have. And, again, you made that decision to be a bad father. I gave you plenty of opportunities to redeem yourself.”

“But—”

“David.”

“Can I at least say hi?” David sighed, glancing at the raven haired boy with spitting imagery of himself. You held stern eye contact before sighing and looking behind you at Cheryl then at your son. “Cris, baby, come here for a second.��

He walked over to you, picking him up in your arms. You pressed a small kiss on his cheek before sighing, “Cris, this is David . . . your Dad.”

Cris furrowed his eyebrows. He was young, yes. But he knew the small stories of his father and even in his young mind, David was never the person who fit the parental figure. When he thought of a parental figure it newly morphed into the image of the redhead behind them. “No you’re not.”

“Cris—”

“No, Mama is right there.” He turned in your arms and pointed to Cheryl who couldn’t help the small laugh behind her hand escape her lips. “I don’t know you.” He pointed to the football player in front of them.

“David, I’m sorry—”

“No, no.” He shook his head, sadness written on his face. “It’s, uh, it’s fine. I . . . understand, y’know. I wasn’t there and I get that.”

“Look,” You sighed, knowing you might regret the offer you were about to give him. “if you want to come around and try—”

“No,” He declined, “I’m fine.”

“David, I’m giving you a final chance here. I’m giving you a chance so you won’t go home to your cozy dorm room in tears because your own son doesn’t know who you are. Okay? So, take it.” You said sternly. “. . . You can come have dinner with us three tomorrow night. If you don’t show up then I will know your decision about where you want to stand in your sons life.”

You didn’t let him answer before turning around and headed towards the car. Cheryl quickly running towards your side with a hand slipped around your waist. Leaving a thought filled football player in the dust of Riverdale High. “Let’s go home, shall we.”

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You cozied up on the comfortable bed of Cheryl Blossom that had quickly turned into your bed as well. The covers were poured over the three of you. Cris was fast asleep between the two of you, Cheryl’s hands rubbing the boys arm in a parental manner, ushering him to fall into a deep sleep—which he quickly fell into.

You glanced towards your girlfriend in the dark lighting of the room. Your vision shifting back to your sleeping son. “On Cris’ birth certificate, where the fathers signature should be . . . it’s blank.”

The redhead glanced over at you while you tilted her head towards her. “And, the papers in my bag also just need a signature. You can obviously say no, considering it’s a big decision and bigger responsibilities. But,” You looked down at your sleeping son who was cuddled between you too. His small arm hung around Cheryls covered stomach, while his face leaned against her as well. “Cris already calls you Mama. He sees you as a parental figure and thinks about your hugs daily.”

“And, again, you obviously don’t have too—” You were quickly interrupted by the redheads lips on yours in a short, passionate kiss. The two of you being mindful of the sleeping child between the two of you.

“Where do I sign?”

So with grace—and a smile, you wrapped Cris around Cheryls figure to slowly leave the bed without waking the sleeping child. You came back with papers leaning against a school textbook you found in your book bag, a pen in hand. You watched with a smile and glossy eyes as Cheryl clicked the pen and signed her name on the adoption papers.

CHERYL BLOSSOM

“You, Cheryl Blossom, officially have a son.” You smiled, a glossy tear slipping down your cheek that the redhead wiped away. She smiled, happy tears threatening to slip down her cheeks as well.

“I love you,” She smiled, placing a short kiss on your lips. “and, you.” She kissed the crown of her sons head who was now completely on her stomach in a bear hug, sleeping.

So that night, when Cheryl was smiling up at her ceiling, with you curled into her sleeping, she glanced over to her future fiancé and son with smiles. She realized that even through all the hell they’ve been through so far, a sense of home wasn’t just a place of comfort but also people.

She realized her girlfriend and son were her home, and she would be damned if she let anyone take that away from her.

[lunaremy]

Oh! I have a funny idea based on an old drawing I made: Red and Magnet getting put in a "Get Along" shirt as punishment for breaking something when they were fighting. It doesn't end well.

Magnet (scoundrel immoral) vs Red (scoundrel moral)

"No FAIR!! No FAIR!!! You CHEATED!!!"

"But YOU cheated, Magnet!!!"

"NO I DID NOT!!!"

"I SAW YOU ENTER THE CHEAT CODES!!"

There they were, back at it again. Magnet was staying over at the Bomberman Brothers' residence, residing in Red's room for the night. It was a sleepover of sorts; he was invited to try out a new game with Red, and he came along with the idea of beating him in mind.

That idea, sadly, was a pipe dream.

"Sorry, Magnet. But you gotta be better than that to beat ME, kid!!"

"I'M NOT A KID AND YOU KNOW IT," that kid replied.

Then, an idea struck him.

"Gimme that!!" Magnet reached for Red's controller, but Red yanked it away in time.

"Get your filthy cheater hands off my controller, kid!!"

"SHUT IT!!"

THUNK

The two of them stopped in their tracks as the sound of metal hitting the ground was processed.

"Uh oh..."

"Uh oh indeed," a third voice echoed from behind the two.

Red and Magnet turned around-

And there was White, looking rightfully furious.

"HE DID IT!!!"

"NO, HE..."

The two talked over each other, pointing and damn near getting themselves tangled in the cords of the game controllers in the process.

"I don't care about any of that! You BOTH did it!"

Red looked downtrodden.

Flash to a couple minutes later, and he looked downright angry.

"I hope you know that this is your fault."

"I hope you know that you're a big doodoo head."

"NOBODY calls me a doodoo head!!"

"You two!" White's voice shut the bickering duo up instantly. "You should listen to what your shirt says. This whole situation happened because you couldn't control your temper!"

Red sighed.

The shirt, aptly dubbed the "Get Along Shirt", was a shirt way too large to be worn by any bomberman.

Which is why Magnet and Red were both in it at the same time.

"You two won't be leaving this room until you demonstrate that you can get along and avoid breaking anything in this house!"

Red sighed with frustration.

"I don't care," Magnet blurted out. "I'll just live here now."

"Squatters rights don't apply here, fool!!"

White stared at the duo.

"You're so small that I won't even notice you."

"I am NOT small!"

White scowled.

Maybe it would work better if he left the room? White scooted out through the door, standing just outside the room in the hopes to overhear whatever those two would talk about. Hopefully, they would get the message and stop bickering.

"Hopefully your wallet isn't as small as you are, cuz you're gonna be paying for a new system!"

"Buy your own!! Isn't your family rich?!"

"It's not ABOUT the money, it's about the PRINCIPLE!!"

"You don't know what that means, do you? DOO DOO HEAD!!"

"YOU'RE the DOO DOO HEAD!!"

"NO, YOU ARE!!"

"C'MERE, YOU!!"

White steps in once he hears the two squabbling, trying to pry the two apart as they slapped at each other.

"Seriously," White said in exasperation as he scruffed the both of them. "What does it take to get you two to get along?"

[i-cant-sing]

I 110% agree with what that other anon said about how your writing still has that creepy vibe. Like that post about bat fam vs Todoroki clan and how Rei would constantly invite reader over for dinner etc. Something so peaceful and domestic when I was a kid my neighbors would invite me over for dinner all the time and it was so nice, but it literally terrifies me to think what could’ve gone wrong. To think how reader’s life would’ve changed if she said yes to Rei’s seemingly innocent invite scary stuff mind blown 🤯 😬

It's kinda funny and sad really. Like my parents are super chill and let me go wherever and with whoever, like they're not strict at all. I suppose they trust they've taught me well so I would make good decisions and stay out of trouble, but I can't really see myself being as relaxed as them with my kids. Like I don't think I'd be sending them to sleepovers, no no. Its an unfamiliar environment and I'd rather not take the risk.

Everything, anything, anyone can hurt you. It can only take a few seconds for your whole life to turn upside down. You could be tge nicest person on earth and still be traumatised by an unhinged person, or a deadly disease.

Trust no one, not even the future.

[mobiused]

korean pop music is very uninspired. is it horny reasons that attracts the western geek to kpop or is it like hm what is it

I feel like this question has two be answered in two parts, early kpop vs present day kpop.

In my opinion it's entirely untrue to say kpop was uninspired - one of the biggest draws for older kpop stans is that Korean music didn't sound like anybody else's music. Usually, especially from SM, it consistently brought outstandingly well produced songs with innovative experimental concepts and ideas to the table. Novelty is exciting, and you don't get much more exciting than the music producer's playground. You may have noticed a lot of "serious" producers have credits on Kpop songs (Dem Joinz for example produced 'Don't U Wait No More' by RV as well as multiple songs on Kanye's DONDA, just as an example) - this is because the bar for what's allowed for release is a lot more flexible, so producers enjoy unloading their creativity. There are many seriously good songs created as a result, so it's not strange that people enjoy them.

But this only counts for actually good k-pop (which good releases seems to be dwindling in number year by year.) People who stan groups who make bad music are obviously just attracted to the members. This is why Kpop group members are called idols and not singers/performers; they have a responsibility to show an attractive persona to their audiences as much as they have a responsibility to sing and dance. I don't think it needs to be characterised as horny, sometimes lonely people just like having a person or group to spend time with. If they're constantly on TV or even better interactive mediums like VLIVE, IG live or Fab Bubble, you can feel even closer to them. Being a fan is a good way to fill the time if you're lonely, I think.

There's inevitably an element of Asian fetishism involved though. Japan and Jpop might be too "weird" for a westerner, but because of Korea's long history with America and active attempts to use soft power/hallyu to become more digestible for westerners, they seem more "normal" by comparison - we're just like any American boy band / girl group except we just speak and look Korean! If you hate American girls because they're all skanks, or you hate American guys because they're all jackasses, then look no further to Korea, where they're all polite, charming and of course attractive, without being too culturally different. (Of course, this is a racist and fetishistic attitude, and Korea has so much culture that its Hallyu wave tries to 'dilute' to be seen as more digestible for the West - this is one of many side effects of American occupation and imperialism which persists to this day).

Moving to present day, in the world of globalism and having twitter accounts aged 12, I think the "appeal" of Kpop is far more social. America has failed to meet demand for homegrown popstars for teenyboppers (Justin Bieber, Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez are all out of fashion now - is Olivia Rodrigo meant to singlehandedly replace them all?), so people are looking to Korea.

Imagine it like this, you're a tweenage girl and your friend just invited you and another friend to a sleepover. You both go up to her bedroom and your other friend goes SQUEEEE IS THAT THE LIMITED EDITION STRAY KIDZ ALBUM??? WHOS YOUR BIAS??? and the girl who invited you round also screams and they start talking about Stray Kidz for 20 minutes before even acknowledging your presence. You obviously feel left out right? Wanting to be included and fit in is motive enough for people to become kpop stans. You don't even have to like the music, you just pick a person you think is attractive and boom suddenly you fit in. Now you can collect photocards, know all the inside jokes and lingo, go to concerts together, tag your friends in memes, you're included now. Fandom is a social thing, and if the hot topic is kpop groups, then to fit in, you should also stan kpop groups. Sometimes it's really as simple as that.

Of course this isn't just a teenage girl thing and can apply to 30 year old redditors with their circle of friends just as much, though I'd imagine with significantly less pure intentions since they're probably on r/kpopf--*GUNSHOTS*

Bottom line is that there are a lot of reasons, probably including some I didn't cover, but I don't think it's any one thing. And kpop music isn't uninspired, at least certainly not worse than american pop.

[ladylynse]

Three sentence Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja fics! Since I had too many links in this three sentence fic post again for the links to survive, these ones have been split off on their own. You can also check out my tumblr fic masterpost, random WIP scenes and snippets, fic ideas, or find me on FFnet and the AO3! Alternatively, take a peek at the fanart and fanfic I’ve been gifted. If you like my work, please consider buying me a coffee. (I write thank you snippets–which could be an expansion of a three sentence fic if you like!)

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Debbie (”competition”) (find an expansion of this idea by @sach216 here) Julian (”secrets”) Randy (”revealed”) (continued here) Randy (”captured”) Randy (“I wasn’t expecting that, but hey! It works!”) Debbie and Howard (“Why is it that when I’m with you, this always happens?”) Randy and Debbie (and Howard) (”protect”) Miss Wickwhacker (”cat herd”) Howard and Randy (”bad mood”) Viceroy, (Ninja) (”skill not luck”) Debbie, (Randy, Howard) (”God, why must I deal with these idiots”, “comedy”) Debbie (”fight my own battles”) Randy and McFist (”anger issues”) Debbie and Randy (”Debbie/Randy”) Randy (”Randy is cursed to steal because of the mask”, “Cursed AU”) Howard and Randy (”Howard is offered a Ninja Mask”) Howard, (Randy, other) (”Randy lost in the shadow realm”) Randy (”time to pass on the mantle of the Ninja”) Howard (and Randy) (”despair”) Howard and Randy (”father”) Mort, (Howard, Heidi, Randy) (”parenthood”) Randy, Miss Wickwhacker (”musical theatre”) Randy and Theresa (”Randy/Theresa”) Randy (Theresa) (”first date”, “fowlham”) Howard (and Randy) (”mind wipe”) Brent (”lonely”) Braedon (”disappointment”) Rachel and Stevens (”lost and alone”) Amanda Levay/the Sorceress (”purple roses”) Randy (”graduation”) Howard and Debbie (”the soup demands violence”) Viceroy (”crossbody”) | fanart by @imadumdumjewel Debbie and Randy (”prom”, “Debbie/Randy”) Debbie and Randy (”first date”, “Debbie/Randy”) Debbie and Randy (”debate”, “Debbie/Randy”) Randy and Viceroy (”into the future”) Randy and NomiRandy (”Randy vs Evil Randy”) Howard, Randy, Theresa (”Fowlham wedding”) Theresa, Randy, their kids (”Fowlham”, “children”) Howard, Theresa, (Debbie, Randy) (”spilling secrets”) Mort, Heidi, (Howard) (”family squabbles”) Howard and Randy (”angst”) Randy, (Theresa, Howard) (”Fowlham”, “red strings” soulmate AU) Howard and Debbie (”best man blessings”) Randy and First Ninja (”Ultimate Ninja”) Debbie and Theresa (“Fowlham”, “at the altar/vows”) Howard and Debbie (”Weinerkang”, “divorce”) note: still pairing positive Randy, Flute Girl, (Howard, Theresa, Debbie) (”alumni reunion”) Viceroy and his mother (”Viceroy’s mother”, father’s death) //grief, past character death Theresa and Randy (”parents meeting”, “Fowlham”) Bash and Hannibal McFist (”daddy issues”) Theresa, Randy, (their daughter) (”bundle of joy”, “Fowlham”) Heidi (”ego”) Theresa, Howard, (Randy) (”third wheel”, Fowlham) Hannibal and Terry (”brothers”) Randy, (Theresa, Debbie, Howard) (”sleepover”, “Fowlham”) Theresa (”baton”) Howard and Randy (”insecurity”) Theresa, Randy, (Howard, Debbie) (”growing old”, “Fowlham”) Randy and Debbie (”Debbie and the Mask”) Debbie (”Debbie’s Ultimate Lesson”) Randy, Debbie, Howard, (Theresa) (”When did this happen?”) The Sorcerer (”whole”) First Ninja (”grieving”) Randy, Howard, Debbie (”it is on”) Theresa and Debbie (”not invited”) Randy (”do or die”) Howard, Debbie, Theresa (”car”) Theresa and Randy (”wrinkles”, “Fowlham”) Heidi (”music”) Randy (”greatest evil”) Debbie and Randy (”Kangham”, “right behind you”) Debbie and Randy (”Kangham”) Heidi (”university”) Randy and Debbie (”Kangham”, “just go”) Randy (Debbie) (”Kangham”, “taken”) Randy and Debbie (”Kangham”, “caught me”) Randy and Theresa (”Fowlham”, “compromise”) Viceroy and Randy (”others”) Randy, Theresa, Debbie (”Fowlkangham”, “secrets”) Heidi (”another ninja”) First Ninja (”ninjas”) Debbie and Randy (”Kangham”, “first”) Debbie and Randy (”Kangham”, “please”) Randy and First Ninja (”others”) Randy and First Ninja (”unite”) Randy and Debbie (”Kangham”, “sorry”, “reveal”) Randy, Theresa, Debbie (”Fowlkangham”, “confession”) Randy and First Ninja (”unite the others”) Randy and First Ninja (”the other eight”) Randy, Debbie, Theresa (”Fowlkangham”, “first date”) Theresa and Randy (”Fowlham”, “forgive”) Randy and Theresa (”songs rock”, light Fowlham) Randy and Theresa (”Fowlham”, “vulnerability”) Randy and Theresa (”Fowlham”, “childhood encounters”) Randy and Theresa (”Fowlham”, “unholy crusade” (if this is a thing it is not the thing you recognize because I do not know the thing--so sfw)) Howard and Randy (”Kangham”, “stick”) Randy, Theresa, their daughter (”Fowlham”, “family trip”) Randy and Debbie (”Kangham”, “luck runs out”) Viceroy, McFist, (the Ninja) (blackout) Randy, Heidi, Debbie, (Howard) (stormbound) The Nomicon and Randy (”Human!Nomicon AU”, reflections)

[skulkie]

wizard vs skeleton war is getting very dramatic and real all at once. all non participants are invited to come hang out in my house under the sea. let's have a tea party and sleepover for like a week and play Minecraft

[natilieal]

izzy hands vs the mortifying ordeal of being known

He feels stupid and self-conscious, suddenly. Who approaches their captain in order to invite themselves over for dinner? It’s ridiculous. Izzy might not know much about manners, but he knows that’s a faux pas, rich or poor. Stede will probably give him that kind, patient smile that he hates, and gently explain that, just because they’ve hung out a few times and had a productive conversation about their respective behaviour, doesn’t mean that Izzy is free to waltz in and out of the captain’s cabin, demanding his and Ed’ attention, as if he belongs there.

And then Izzy will have to stab him again, because the embarrassment will be too much.

Or, Ed, Stede and Izzy hang out and have a sleepover. The rumour mill on the Revenge is relentless.

COMPLETE, 16k, ed/stede, pre ed/stede/izzy. slow burn, hurt/comfort, crack treated seriously, enemies (technically) to friends to lovers. this chapter is the 3 of them having another sleepover! the thing this series was supposed to be about before feelings got in the way!

read chapter 4: a wild sleepover appears! on ao3!

[dearinglovebot]

im so obsessed with the implications of the dpg trio. mesitza, black boy and their pet white girl. mean lesbian and terrified twink plus an ambiguous sexuality failgirl. they’re a girl friend group with their token man who’s invited to the sleepover. “he asked for no pickles” women vs “actually it’s fine. pickles only give me mild hives” man. they’re like franklin’s bodyguards who also bully him relentlessly for being their personal nerd. they have a secret handshake.