#kevin DAY 💜

[scholliski]

sometimes I think about how Riko was stuck alone in evermore having to do a history degree that he hated because Kevin diva Day complained every day until he gave up and agreed under the sole condition that Kevin did his work for him, only for kevin to leave. I have to giggle a little

[mikyapixie]

𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮’𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮!!!

[allfortheslay25]

Bestie, your brain 👌👌👌 i love all of your aftg au's, mermaid and omegaverse especially. Any headcanons or other things you wish people would ask but haven't/generally be willing to share? Hope you're doing well 💜

Another au from the secret stash!

All for the Cult

I hid this one cuz I’m afraid it’d be controversial and up until this week, I hadn’t even shared it with my sister

I actually am writing a fic for it but the fic will not be published until it is completed. I don’t want to risk leaving it in the public on a hiatus so it’s safe with me until I can finish all the chapters

Basically instead of exy as the base of AFTG, it’s bastardized religion. Exy technically exists but instead of Tetsuji continuing Kayleigh and his pet project, he turns to forming a cult. Exy ends up being a dying sport no one really cares about unless it’s Kevin Day who still plays on the side of his true passion, communing with God.

Neil was a human sacrifice raised for slaughter until his mom took him and ran. Homeless and with no way out, Neil joins Wymack’s staff at his wayward home/church where junkies and sob stories go for their last second chance. No one actually has to pray to god or believe in the Bible’s teachings to work there as it is not a standard church and more like a theater than anything

The more kids Wymack recruits, the longer he gets to keep his church and program at the school

(Also side note but I was doing the comic of andreil but forgot my house looks like a Catholic Church threw up in it so I got awkward and couldn’t finish it)(oh and my sister renamed it all for the debauchery cuz she got to read the altar scene lol)

Key points and fun facts of this au:

- the Ravens are a cult cult instead of a sports cult

- Riko is obsessed with his holy trinity (perfect court)

- The Moriyamas are still a crime unit but Nathan is sort of a satanist on the side (Would like to say mass majority of satanists are not evil or bad, Nathan just is)

- Neil was born as a sacrifice. Mary took him and ran tho before the ritual

- The Foxes are ppl from broken pasts who work at Wymack’s church for scholarship/community service.

- Wymack’s church isn’t a standard catholic kind. He has his own unique spin on it so even those who aren’t religious can still work there. Campus students attend the services to watch the plays, hear the readings, listen to the choir, and some even use the confession box. Some even go to donate as the Foxes are connected to a bunch of charities

- Andrew is not a real priest. The cousins were apprentices for Luther for a couple years to get him off their backs. Because of his experience and eidetic memory, Wymack has Andrew do scripture readings and other tasks. In return, Andrew gets to be off the meds the entire time of mass

- the Foxes attend classes and work shifts at the church in their free time. If they flunk classes or skip church, their scholarship is revoked

- all of the Foxes live in the upstairs rooms above the church

- When Andrew first met Luther, Luther promised to take care of the Cass situation as long as Andrew gave God a try. Andrew only agreed to read the Bible and took Nicky’s since the Hemmicks were worried he’d vandalize a new one. Andrew thought it was a good read but mostly was humored by all of Nicky’s annotations

- Andrew doesn’t care about religion enough to hate it so he’s fine chilling around and hearing the preaching

- When Neil goes to the nest, he agrees to spend those weeks in Riko’s church where he’s ofc tortured. Riko no longer has the desire to sacrifice Neil as long as Neil joins his cult

- Renee holds a Bible study on Sunday evenings and Saturdays so weekends are Andrews days off

- Lots of their readings are done performatively with music, spoken word poetry, or with their own unique spins/translations of the text. (Every mass always starts with a disclaimer that what is being said/shown is their interpretation and not to be taken as the honest god given truth)

- whenever they raise enough money or supplies, the foxes celebrate by getting wasted; Wymack’s treat

- Betsy is still there for mandatory therapy sessions since the point of the scholarship is to rehabilitate troubled youth

- Abby is Wymack’s assistant but she also is a part time nurse

[cryptid-paint]

Team Tennyson fashion styles (2/2)- Gwen + Kevin 💙💜

Part 1 is here!

Gwen's fashion is eclectic, colorful and full of whimsical elements, her style is heavily based off of whimsigoth fashion, I like to headcanon my Gwen as using fashion as a way of self expression, hence the colors, patterns and accessories I gave her. I decided to give her anodite form some horns as well as hoofs just for the fun of it tbh

For Kevin's fashion I went full on goth with a sprinkle of punk, he's very alt and probably he's the one that taught Gwen how to do makeup lmao, he does wear face paint on occasion, and he settles for some eyeshadow and eyeliner for more casual days, he has no fear to experiment with his style, mixing patterns and layers into his outfit (also yes, those are a siouxie soux and a rob zombie sweaters)

[boglizard-josten]

"it's easier if {Neil} remain{s} heterosexual" and everyone went oh Kevin is queer. he is in my heart but now that we know why he said it since tgr I think we can all agree that yeah he just wants what's best for jean. and the fact that he said it to Nicky, who has been openly hate crimed about neil while knowing what happened to jean in the nest. it hurts me 😭

he knows it's hard for people. he knows that it can hurt someone when the wrong people have control. yes he worries. I 💜 Kevin Day

[neocelticavalon]

🛡🐲 Sketch Log 6 - TMNT Fantasy AU 🐉🐢⚔

Hiiii~ guuuyyss~! Just wanna drop my unposted previous arts here, including Knightess April and Villager Irma, crossover Knightess April and Doremi wearing a turtle suit (Harukaze Doremi from Ojamajo Doremi anime), crossover Tribunal Donnie, Bay Donnie and 2012 Donnie, and a little bit Apritello (bcs @inspiredwriter was curious ehehehe~ ^^), and other doodles belowww~

Besties bonding!!! April and Irma, flashback before April sent on her first quest outside the kingdom, with other royal troops, guarding and sending a wagon of treasure. I really adore their cute relationship in TMNT 1987 series. Haven't I told you that Villager Irma is a bit of a bookworm...??

Irma witnessing something....???? and oh...April....

Ref of Harukaze Doremi Turtle costume 👇👇👇

I honestly don't know how did I came up with this drawing crossover idea......Knightess April must have been drinking to much at the tavern and she almost thinking this girl reminds her of the tribunal turtle brothers *sweating

This piece above ☝️☝️ was meant to celebrate 41st Anniversary to TMNT last month🎊🎉🎊 I hope you guys love it! 🐢✨✨🎉🎉🎊 (Me also learning that three days ago was Kevin Eastman's birthday, the original creator of TMNT *sighhss)

And finally....Apritello Fantasy AU - Tribunal Donnie x Knightess April...a little incident at The Dragon's Breath open air hot springs (don't worry, it is not too explicit.....) 👇👇👇

Soo...the story begins with Tribunal Donnie woke up early in the morning, feeling like he's slowly recovering from his Tribunal fever and he needed to soak himself a warm bath at The Dragon's Breath open air hot springs. Donnie took his towel and went to the location, he met Leo during his exercise or sparring outside the house.

Leo: "Oh...morning, Donnie..? So how's your condition..??"

Donnie: "Morning, Leo! I am feeling muuuchh better...now I am feeling to take a warm bath..."

Leo: "That's great! Yeah, um...bath...?? At the lake...?"

Donnie: "No, at the The Dragon's Breath open air hot springs...you know, that one place which dad once told us when we were kids. Dad used to bath there-"

Leo: "Eermm, yeaaahh..,um, Donnie, the bath...I've been meaning to tell you there's already-"

Donnie: "Oh! The monkeys...?? At the hot springs...? Don't worry, Leo! It's just monkeys, its not like I am afraid of them or bathing together with monkeys. See you!" *walking away past Leo and waving his right hand

Leo: //oh greaat....jussttt great...he won't let me finish my words// *facepalm

TIME SKIP...at the Dragon's Breath open air hot springs.

Knightess April: "Oooohhh...!! This feels great! This is exactly what I needed after the tiresome sparring...maann, I am feeling so sooorrreee~" *dipping herself in the hot springs, playing with the waters "Anndd lucky mee...to come here first in the morning, feels like the hot springs belongs to me ^^"

Suddenly, she hears footsteps coming on the right side and she turns her head to the right, despite the thick hot springs steams....she found Donnie standing, freezes, sweating profusely and blushing hard and his purple Tribunal markings glowing brighter than ever.

Donnie: "WHA....😨😨😨" 404 donnie error *sweating //definitely not a monkey skinny-dipping!??//

(do not blame him, in my TMNT Fantasy AU, let's just say Tribunal Donnie here has never seen a half naked female human knight, skinny-dipping in the hot springs before...soo...uhm...yeah, I made it that way!)

April just blinks at him and feeling unbothered (eheheh hahahaha XD)

ok, I'm done here....

🌷͙֒✧BONUS Special sketches below! Enjoy!✧🌷

(Forgive me about the typo in this sketch....btw, this is maskless Tribunal Leonardo)

Maskless Tribunal Michelangelo! >< He's fun to draw!!!

💜Any support like reblogs, comments and likes are GREATLY APPRECIATED!!! Toodles, loves!💜⚔👑

[laribooherss]

Kevin Day😊👊💜

[corroded-hellfire]

Reader is Eddie’s first relationship & they have an argument. He thinks they’re gonna break up, but she introduces him to the joys of makeup sex. You. Are. Welcome.

xoxoxoxo, @munson-blurbs 💚

Thank. You. Anything for you, my darlin’ 💜

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral, f receiving

Words: 2.5k

“Eddie, I swear to God, you need to stop being so dramatic about this! I love your theatrics but now you’re just making shit up in your head!”

“In my head? In my head? Seeing the two of you whispering together in the library was not in my head.”

“For Christ’s sake!” you shout, your hands coming up to rake through your hair. “We had to whisper; it was a fucking library!”

“I don’t like the way he was looking at you,” Eddie says, hands coming to rest on his hips as his jaw clenches. Your groan reverberates within the trailer walls.

“I can’t help the way he looks at me! If he’s even looking at me in some way at all. But I’m not looking at him in any way. We’re partners on a project, that’s it!”

“I don’t want you to be his partner anymore,” Eddie says, shrugging as if this is a reasonable request.

“Eddie, I didn’t pick him as my partner. O’Donnell assigned them. And we’re almost done with our project! I’m not asking to change now.”

“Even if it makes your boyfriend uncomfortable?” Eddie hisses. 

“What, so I’m supposed to get a bad grade just because you’re jealous? Fuck that. I plan on passing O’Donell’s class the first time.” It’s a low blow and you know it. But his jealousy is driving you up the wall and you can’t help but snap. 

“Maybe wear a goddamn shirt that you don’t have to pull up every thirty seconds then. You’re giving everyone at school a fucking show every day.”

“So, I just want everyone in the whole damn school to sleep with me, huh? Is that it?”

“That’s not what I fucking said,” Eddie spits out. 

“Then what are you saying? By saying that I’m cozying up to Kevin? By saying I’m flashing my tits to everyone at school?”

Eddie smacks his hand against the kitchen counter and turns his back to you. 

“Eddie,” you say with a sigh, shaking your head. “I need a break. I need a fucking break.” You grab your boyfriend’s pack of cigarettes from the counter and head towards the front door so you can grab a smoke.

“So, that’s it, huh?” 

The wobble in Eddie’s voice has you stopping in your tracks. When you turn to face him, you see him watching you with a set jaw, angry facade spoiled by the unshed tears building up in his eyes.

“What?” you ask.

“Need a break?” Eddie scoffs and shakes his head. “Fine. Go ahead.” 

“Eddie,” you say with a frown. “I’m going for a smoke break. What’s the big deal? I forgot my own pack, so I grabbed yours. You don’t want me to use ‘em? Fine.” You toss the pack back on the counter and rest your hands on your hips.

“Wait,” Eddie says. His face changes from angry to open and vulnerable. “Y-You’re not…breaking up with me?” The tear that slides down his face has your heart cracking in your chest.

“Baby, what?” you ask, taking a few steps closer to him. “Why would you think I’m breaking up with you?”

“You, um.” Eddie pauses and sniffs. Quickly, he wipes at his eyes. “You said you needed a break.”

“From the fight,” you tell him. “Not from you, Eddie. Sweetheart, I love you. I’m not breaking up with you.”

Eddie nods his head, but you can tell he’s still scared. “Hey…” You step forward and cup his face in your hands. “Eddie, it’s just a fight. They happen, it’s normal. That doesn’t mean we break up over it.”

“I’ve never, um…never,” Eddie trails off before clearing his throat. “This is new to me. My first relationship.”

“I know.” You slip your arms around his lithe waist and rest your head on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about me going anywhere though, baby. S’just a fight.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, wrapping his arms around you as well.

“It’s okay, you just misunderstood me,” you say.

“No, I-I meant for what I said before. About what you wear and being partners with Kevin. I was being an asshole.” 

“I should’ve been more considerate of your feelings,” you say, tilting your head to press a kiss to his neck.

“No, I should’ve done that with you.”

“We can both be in the wrong,” you say. 

“I love you,” Eddie says. The words still make you smile, no matter how many times you’ve heard them before.

“I love you, too. And now…” You pick your head up and give your boyfriend a salacious smirk. “I get to introduce you to another part of relationships.”

“What’s that?” Eddie asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.

You slide your hands down to his and tug him as you walk backwards towards his room.

“Make up sex.”

“Oh?” Eddie’s voice takes on a higher pitch as both of his eyebrows jettison into his hair. “Is this different than other sex?”

“Well, when we’re done, you can tell me.” 

You pull your hands out from his, bringing them to the hem of your shirt and whipping it off over your head. Eddie groans and lunges at you, grabbing your hips and tossing you over his shoulder. The only sound is your ferocious giggling as you’re carried over and plopped down on the bed. Instantly, you’re reaching up and pulling Eddie’s mouth down onto yours. He moans as he sinks into the kiss, lowering his body onto yours, pressing you between him and the mattress. Your fingers wind their way into your boyfriend’s curls, scratching at his scalp and gently tugging at the roots. This spurs Eddie on, rolling his hips against yours, the denim of his jeans rubbing the denim of yours. 

“Need you,” Eddie says, voice low and gruff, as he separates his mouth from yours. Fingers digging into your sides, Eddie presses hot kisses against your jaw. The sensation of his heavy body on top of yours and his dizzying kisses down your neck has you arching your back. It makes your bra-clad breasts brush against Eddie’s shirt. 

“Take this off,” you pant, tugging at the worn material of his Dio tee. 

“Yes ma’am,” Eddie whispers against your skin. He pushes himself up, a knee bracketing each side of your thighs. No matter how many times you’ve seen him strip his shirt off, it still gives you butterflies and makes you all giggly. 

“You’re so sexy,” you say as you slide your hands up his bare chest. The smirk that he gazes down at you with makes him even sexier.

Eddie grabs one of your hands and presses a kiss to your palm. “Not as sexy as you, my love.” Reluctantly letting go of you, he slides down your body and pops the buttons on your jeans. The pace at which he drags them down your legs is agonizing. Assisting him by kicking them off, Eddie quickly yanks your panties off and tosses them to fall somewhere behind him. 

“Jesus, I need to taste you, baby.” Eddie pushes your legs apart as he slowly lowers himself down to rest on his elbows. 

“Please do,” you whine, dropping your head back on the pillow. 

Licking his lips and eyes gleaming like he’s looking at a pile of presents on Christmas morning, Eddie leans in and licks a stripe up your folds. A whimper is punched from your chest as Eddie nudges your clit with his nose. 

“Eddie, yes.”

The way you say his name has his painfully hard cock twitching in his pants. Desperate for some friction, Eddie ruts his hips against the mattress as he dives in for another taste of your drenched pussy.

“So fucking wet,” Eddie mumbles. “All for me.”

“All f’you,” you echo, eyes drifting closed. “You make me soaked, Eds.”

“Mm,” Eddie hums against you, sending the vibrations up your core. “Taste so sweet, baby. How’s such a pretty pussy also taste so damn good?”

Eddie knows talking about your pussy only turns you on even further, and he’s determined to get you as wet as he can. The sound of your whimpering has him smirking against your folds. He pushes your legs open even further so he can press his face deeper into your heat. His tongue makes its way from your entrance up to your clit. 

“Fuck,” you whine. 

Encouraged by the sounds of pleasure falling from your lips, Eddie sucks your sensitive nub into his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see you fisting his cream colored sheets between your delicate fingers. Your thighs tense up beneath his hands and Eddie knows what you’re going to say before you even open your mouth. 

“M’close.”

Humming encouragingly around your clit, your boyfriend slips one hand down between your legs and slides two fingers inside of you. It’s exactly what you need—and he knows this. Back arching off the bed, your thighs close around Eddie’s head as your orgasm washes over you. Your eyes practically roll into the back of your skull as Eddie pumps his fingers in time with his sucking. 

The sound of your heavy breathing fills the room and Eddie pulls his mouth from you as your back falls back down to the sheets. You tilt your head down to watch Eddie push himself up, licking over his lips that are covered in your slick. His chin is soaked as well, and the sight already has the area between your legs throbbing again. 

“How was that, baby?” Eddie asks as he crawls back up your body. 

“Holy shit,” you pant out between breaths. Your mind searches for the words to express how amazing he just made you feel, but you come up empty. A self-satisfied smirk grows on Eddie’s face at your inability to speak.

“Mm, my pretty girl,” Eddie hums, running his nose up to the sensitive spot behind your ear. “Love hearing all those noises you make.”

“Make me feel so good, Eds,” you moan. “Need you in me.”

Eddie places a trail of kisses down your neck as he slips his hand beneath you to pop open your bra. His deft fingers pick the clasp and you’re quick to fling the offending material off the side of the bed. 

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” Eddie growls against your skin. Your hands bump into his as both of you reach down to unbuckle his belt. He huffs a laugh as he rests his forehead against yours, letting you take care of the belt while he pops the button of his jeans. As eager as you are to have him inside of you, Eddie’s quick to shuck off the pants and align his hips with yours. 

Agonizingly slowly, he pushes inside of you, the stretch burning a fire low in your belly. Eddie braces a forearm on either side of your head and dives in to envelop your mouth with his own. The two of you moan and whimper into one another’s mouths as Eddie bottoms out. When he pulls his hips back and slams into you again, your hands come up to grip at his shoulders. Your fingers dig so hard into his pale skin that you’re sure he’s going to have ten small bruises there tomorrow. 

“God, I’ll never get over how tight you are,” Eddie mumbles against your mouth. He’s starting to understand what you meant about makeup sex. The adrenaline is still pumping through his body from being angry. The love he feels for you is overwhelming, glad the two of you have made up. But there’s still that touch of possessiveness from his earlier jealousy that has him pounding into you hard enough that you’ll remember who you belong to. 

“Oh! Fuck! Right there, Eddie.”

The way you say his name is music to his ears and he wants to make you scream it over and over again. He picks up the pace of his hips, hitting that special spot inside of you with each thrust. 

“Come on, baby,” Eddie taunts. “I want the whole damn trailer park to know who’s making you feel this good.”

“You, Eddie. Fuck, you.”

“That’s right,” he groans. 

“Baby,” you whine, “wanna be on top. Wanna ride you.”

“Whatever you want, angel.”

Eddie pulls out of you and flops down next to you on his back. Neither of you wanting to be separated for too long, you hurry to climb on top of him and lower yourself onto his cock. When you’re fully seated on him, you start to rock your hips back and forth. The new angle lets you feel him in a new way and the friction of the coarse curls at his base against your clit makes you dizzy with pleasure. 

Watching you ride him, your hips moving back and forth, your tits bouncing with the motion, has Eddie biting his lip to keep his impending release back. He doesn’t want this to end yet; but you feel so damn good. 

“Shit, baby, please tell me you’re close,” Eddie pleads.

“Uh huh,” you hum, nodding your head. “S-So close.”

“Fuck,” he grumbles.

You rest your hands on Eddie’s chest as you move your hips against his. With each rock you feel yourself coming closer to tipping over the edge. Little whines and whimpers start to spill from your mouth, and it has Eddie gripping your hips as if his hands were a vice. 

“E-Eddie… Gonna cum.”

“Let go for me, baby girl. Cream my cock,” Eddie goads through clenched teeth. His hands begin to help move your hips and the added pressure of your clit dragging against his body is all you need. 

“Shit,” you cry, throwing your head back as your second orgasm of the night strikes. Your walls clench around Eddie, which is all it takes to have him spilling inside of you.

“Jesus Christ, yes,” he groans, hips bucking wildly up into you. Stars dance in his vision as he empties himself in your pussy. Your bodies rock together, riding out your highs.

“Holy fuck,” you sigh out, flopping forward onto Eddie’s chest. Both of your sweat melds together as he wraps his arms around you and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Eddie rasps, trying to catch his breath.

You tilt your head so you’re looking up at your boyfriend. He meets your eyes and it’s impossible for you not to give him a goofy grin. It’s just the effect Eddie has on you.

“So, what do you think of makeup sex?” you ask.

Eddie sighs and rubs a hand up and down your back. “I’m torn. I hate fighting with you…but shit that was hot.” 

Giggles bubble out of you, and you bury your face into his sticky chest. 

“I love you,” you tell him.

“I love you, too.” He tilts your chin up so he can press a soft kiss against your lips.

“I promise the next time I piss you off—because it’s impossible that there won’t be a next time—I’ll make sure the sex is worth it.”

“You say that like all sex with you isn’t worth it,” Eddie says with a scoff.

“Mm, fine,” you say, pushing yourself up off his chest. “Guess I’ll just have to buy some lingerie or something then.”

Eddie’s eyes widen and it takes all your strength to hold in your laughter.

“Okay, now baby, I’m not saying I want you to piss me off… Hey! What’d you bite me for?”

[takavasen]

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🧪homo-genius

Today's science fact:

Spiders have an open blood circulation system, which means they do not have veins and their blood is different from the blood of mammals. Unfortunately many healthcare professionals do not know this, which can lead to improper methods in...

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🎙️voice_of_night_vale

Spiders are a valuable part of our community and deserve good healthcare.

But more importantly, I want everyone to know that Carlos the Scientist made this post, he is my husband and I love him very much! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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Cecil everyone knows you and Carlos are married and most of us are happy for you but you don't need to tell this in every post you make

🎙️voice_of_night_vale

Wait have I mentioned it before?

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⭐sheriffofallarts

Hah saw some loser (@ marble-eyes) bring the same girl (@ mountainbeliever343 I think, couldn't see her face clearly from the cameras) home for the third time this week lol

cmon just say you are girlfriends already dont be shy

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Hey you can't just share private information like that!! And besides that is not true, I haven't brought anyone home for a long time, I don't have time for that anymore!!!

🟡secretly-in-your-home

No. I can confirm that what Sam said is true. I was there. I am always there. Also, I put the rest of your cereal to your washing machine. They have been in the cupboard for a while now, I thought they were getting quite dusty and needed cleaning.

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We had an another great season with @nvwheelchairbasketball team again! Thank you everyone, it's an honor to be the captain of the team! See you guys next season <3

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Aaaaa congratulations! I miss you guyssss

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☀️prophet-of-smiling-god

I just had the most delightful date with the most gorgeous theologist in Desert Bluffs Too!!! We had a lovely dinner at my house (some eyeball salad, mushed tarantulas and fried human fingers), watched some movies and of course made sure to serve our great Smiling God by making each other as happy as possible!! Unfortunately Charles said that it would make him unhappy if I shared the details, but I can confidently say that I have never been more joyful!!

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Kevin, you missed a service in the Temple of Joy because of this. Surely you would remember doing that for an old friend, wouldn't you? 😊

☀️prophet-of-smiling-god

Oh, Lauren, of course I wouldn't ignore anything like that on purpose, you know how much I love tolerating you!!

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😎violentfootstool-deactivated20230416

Hey guys, so I just spoke to the new scientist lady and found out I don't actually have three pairs of arms. The lower two were just robot limbs that I tried out when I was seven years old and forgot to take them off. So hows your day ://

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I am always happy to help with explaining your problems away.

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Hey bitch how is it going under the cow

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🎙️voice-of-night-vale

Alright, I'm going to say it. Steve Carlsberg does NOT know how to be a basketball coach. He knows nothing about any game structures, and he only allows one ball per game!! He talks too loud, except when you can't hear him. It will be ALL HIS FAULT if we end up losing this season!!!!!

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:(

🎙️voice-of-night-vale

For everyone who finds this post now: I made this many years ago. Things have changed a lot. I'm very sorry, Steve. I couldn't hope for a better brother-in-law. You are my best friend, and I was the irrational one in this situation.

I have changed the way I look at people. I will not treat them the same way I used to treat Steve anymore.

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🎙️voice-of-night-vale

Alright, who let Susan Willman be in charge of anything? She is the absolute worst at making desicions, like, who asks an obelisk its NAME? She had an oppoturnity to ask almost anything, and that's what she chose?? She better stay away from our way for at least seven decades, and keep her "Huntokar"-nonsense with herself!!!

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[charliedawn]

Ohhh, Charliessssss, remember when you made the fanfic where Peter and Kevin hannibal both liked the reader? What if the same dinner happened, but before that, they get to meet the rest of the family, and the family likes the reader how Peter and Kevin like them. The reader is very versatile, with music, Sr. Hannibal likes classical. So while he's listening to it doing whatever he does and like the reader starts singing some of the lyrics. (Not expecting them to know the song) For Hannibal Jr., the reader would love to help him cook, and they would probably dance a little with some fun music in the background. For Morgan, the reader hears him reader and politely ask him if they could join him and listen, saying his voice is nice. Peter and Kevin, they already know the reader from school. The reader is besties with kevin but keeps him in check when he snaps at his family or is being snarky.

Kevin: *fighting with Peter for the umpteenth time* Give it, you little monkey!

Peter: No!

Morgan: *cue an eye roll* Just give it back, kevin

Kevin: Oh, shut up, Morgan

*Reader gets up and slaps him over the head*

Reader: Stop being an asshole and give it. Dirtneck. *Give Kevin the same thing as Peter to stop fighting*

Do you also remember that moment when a reader made little sister reader cry in that one fanfic, and Kevin wouldn't listen to his father? I wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up and listen to his father so badly. 😤

For Peter, the reader is very sweet to him and gives him hugs and likes to make him flustered. The reader knows when he's faking being nice. (Like when he did to capture his s/o and pretend to be hurt to fool them)

And the reader isn't faced by blood or bodies because they like horror movies (the none of the family knows that yet?

At dinner, they all like the reader (and would like them to be their s/o) hopefully.

(Also, could you use the artist, Tyla, for a face claim she's so pretty)

Love you! Have a good day!

(Here you go ! Enjoy. 💜)

You had followed the instructions to the letter and found yourself on Hannibal property. Both Peter and Kevin had been struggling with school and hence, you had proposed to tutor them. But at the time, you hadn’t realised the lions’ den you would be stepping into.

You came up to the door and knocked. The door opened and a nicely-dressed gentleman appeared.

"To whom do I owe the pleasure ?" He asked—his deep brown eyes giving you a careful once over.

"Y/N. Y/N L/N, sir. I am here to tutor Peter and Kevin." You replied with a smile and Hannibal Jr. stared at you curiously for a few seconds before wordlessly letting you step inside.

"Of course. We were expecting you. Come on in."

You obliged and stepped inside. But, you were rendered speechless by the immensity and the beauty of the place. It was literally carved in mahogany and black and white marble. You looked up and there was a legit glass dome covering the ceiling. HOW RICH WERE THESE PEOPLE ?!

You shook your head when the man with the elegant suit and the charming smile returned with a tray of homemade chocolates that he place in front of you.

"Kevin and Peter should soon be downstairs. Anything you would like to drink before the session begins ?" He asked politely and you smiled back.

"Hum…Water, please ?"

He nodded.

"Of course. I shall be right back."

As you waited in the grand sitting room, your eyes wandered across the opulent space, taking in the intricate designs and sheer extravagance once more. The Hannibal mansion was more like something out of a gothic horror novel than a home, and yet, it didn’t faze you. After all, you had seen your fair share of horror films, and this place—while eerie—was nothing compared to some of the haunted houses on screen.

Your train of thought was interrupted when Kevin and Peter came tumbling down the stairs, already bickering.

"I told you not to touch it, you little gremlin !" Kevin snapped, his dark eyes flashing with annoyance.

Peter held onto some kind of red stone, his blonde curls bouncing as he stuck out his tongue. "And I told you I found it first, so it's mine."

Kevin made a lunge for Peter, but you quickly intervened, stepping in with a firm, playful slap to the back of Kevin’s head. "Stop being an asshole, Kev. It’s not that serious."

Kevin rubbed the back of his head, shooting you a glare that was more annoyed than angry. "Wha—?! What are you doing here ? Who let you in ?! And why are you always siding with him, Y/N ?"

"I'm siding with common sense," you said, rolling your eyes before taking the red stone from Peter. "Here. Mine. Now, both of you stop acting like children."

Peter grinned, clearly pleased with the outcome, while Kevin muttered under his breath.

"Fine, fine. But only because you asked," Kevin finally said begrudgingly.

"Right, because you're such a martyr," you teased.

Just then, Hannibal Jr. returned with your water, his gaze flicking between the three of you with mild amusement. "I see you're already keeping the peace. That is a rare talent around here."

You smiled, taking the glass from him. "I have a lot of practice."

Kevin rolled his eyes but didn’t argue as Peter stuck close to you, practically beaming. It was clear Peter already adored you, not just as a tutor but as someone he could rely on. He tried to look tough, but you knew how soft he could be, especially when you gave him attention. You ruffled his curls affectionately, and he blushed, looking away to hide his flushed cheeks.

"Y/N, you're embarrassing me…" Peter mumbled, though he didn’t move away from your touch.

Hannibal Sr. entered next, his presence commanding yet elegant, and you instinctively straightened up. He was an intimidating figure, but as he approached, his eyes seemed to soften slightly. His gaze landed on you, appraising, but there was something about your calm demeanor that intrigued him.

"You must be Y/N," he said in his deep, cultured voice. "Peter and Kevin speak highly of you."

"Thank you, sir," you replied, flashing him a polite smile. "It’s a pleasure to meet you all."

They all smiled before your session with the Hannibal brothers started. You gave them exercises to do and gave them time to do them before explaining their mistakes and giving them each individual tasks and exercises to do. You asked Kevin to exercise breathing techniques before oral exams so he may control his nervousness and not be as snappy about criticism. For Peter, you decided to give him texts to read aloud and also, ask him to write in a journal to exercise his pen writing. Once done, you asked if you could stay a little bit and look around—as you had never seen such a beautiful house. They agreed.

As the evening progressed, you found yourself slipping seamlessly into the Hannibal household dynamic. At one point, you wandered into the grand study, hearing the soft strains of classical music playing in the background. Hannibal Sr. sat at his desk, a book in hand, but you could tell he was deeply immersed in the music. The familiar notes of "Lacrimosa" from Mozart’s Requiem filled the room, and without thinking, you softly began to hum along.

When you started singing the actual latin lyrics, Hannibal Sr. raised an eyebrow, not expecting anyone else to know the piece so well. He didn’t comment, but there was a small, approving nod. You had caught his attention and he approved of you—as a worthy tutor for his children.

Later, when you moved into the kitchen, you found Hannibal Jr. preparing dinner. You asked if you could help, and to your surprise, he accepted the offer. The two of you worked side by side, chopping vegetables and stirring pots, the atmosphere surprisingly light. A fun, upbeat tune played on the radio, and in a rare moment of levity, Hannibal Jr. twirled you around the kitchen, his reserved demeanor cracking just slightly as he chuckled. He then invited you to stay for dinner.

Morgan, the ever-serious one, was in the library, reading aloud to himself when you found him. His voice had a deep, soothing quality, and you asked if you could join him. "Your voice is nice," you said with a genuine smile, causing him to pause for a moment. He wasn’t used to receiving compliments like that, especially not about something as simple as his voice. But he obliged, allowing you to sit with him as he read, the two of you sharing a quiet, intellectual moment.

When dinner was finally ready, the entire family gathered around the table. Peter sat beside you, leaning into your side as you gave him a quick hug, whispering something teasing to make him flustered. He blushed furiously, stammering a response, while Kevin, across the table, grinned and nudged you with his foot under the table, clearly enjoying Peter’s reaction.

As the meal progressed, you could feel the eyes of the Hannibal family on you—not with suspicion, but with interest. Each of them had found something about you they liked. You were adaptable, versatile, and somehow, you managed to fit into their strange, chaotic world with ease.

Hannibal Sr. raised his glass at one point, his voice smooth and composed as he spoke. "To our guest, Y/N, who has proven to be an excellent tutor." His eyes gleamed with something deeper, something approving, and you realized that this dinner had become more than just a simple meeting. It was a test—and you had passed.

As the family toasted to you, you couldn’t help but smile. Whatever you had gotten yourself into, one thing was clear: the Hannibals liked you, and whether you realized it or not, they each wanted you to stick around for a long, long time.

As the evening drew to a close, the tension at the table grew thick between Peter and Kevin. What had started as a few playful jabs escalated into something more heated. Peter, with his wide, puppy-dog eyes, had been clinging to your side for most of the night, clearly loving the attention you gave him. Kevin, on the other hand, had been throwing snide comments Peter's way all evening, barely containing his frustration.

It finally boiled over when Peter leaned in a little too close to you, and Kevin, not having any of it, snapped.

"Can you stop clinging to her like a leech, Peter ?" Kevin growled from across the table. "She’s here to tutor us, not babysit you."

Peter puffed out his chest, glaring at Kevin. "She’s my tutor too, Kevin ! You’re just mad because she doesn’t let you act like a jerk."

"That’s not—" Kevin stood up, his dark eyes flashing dangerously as he pointed across the table at Peter. "You’re acting like a little kid. She’s not interested in you like that !"

"At least I don’t treat her like dirt !" Peter shot back, standing up as well.

The argument escalated from there, with both brothers bickering loudly, trying to one-up each other. You groaned inwardly, unsure of how to defuse the situation this time. It wasn’t uncommon for them to bicker, but this felt different—more intense, like both were trying to win your approval.

"Kevin, Peter, enough !" you said, standing up from your seat, but they barely heard you over their arguing.

Morgan rolled his eyes from the other side of the table, sighing in exasperation. "This is ridiculous. Can’t you two go five minutes without acting like idiots ?"

Kevin shot Morgan a glare. "Stay out of it."

That’s when Hannibal Jr. stood up, his presence immediately silencing the room. His calm, measured voice cut through the tension. "Boys, sit down. Now."

Both Peter and Kevin looked momentarily chastised, though they didn’t sit. The argument was still simmering under the surface. You could see it in the way they kept sneaking glances at each other, daring one another to start something again.

Hannibal Jr. turned to you, his gaze softening slightly. "Y/N, I will drive you home. It’s getting late."

You nodded, more than ready to leave after the chaos. You gathered your things and followed Hannibal Jr. to the door, the air between Peter and Kevin still crackling with unresolved tension.

As you walked out to the car, Hannibal Jr. opened the passenger door for you, ever the gentleman. Once you were seated, he walked around to the driver’s side and started the engine. The drive was quiet for a few moments, the hum of the engine filling the silence.

Then, after a while, Hannibal Jr. broke the silence, his voice low and calm. "…I deeply apologise for my nephews’ behavior tonight." He glanced at you, his usually composed features tinged with a hint of regret. "Here is the promised money." He reached into his coat and handed you an envelope, which you took hesitantly.

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could say anything, he continued, "I would understand if you would not come back to teach them. They have put our family to shame tonight. But, they are good boys," he added, his voice softening even more, "They are just very young and impulsive."

You held the envelope in your lap, looking out of the window for a moment as you processed his words. There was an undeniable weight to his apology, a sense that this wasn't just about tonight. It was about the expectations that came with being part of a family like theirs—expectations that Peter and Kevin had yet to fully grasp.

"I…It's okay," you finally said, glancing at him. "They’re not bad kids. They just need someone to keep them in line."

Hannibal Jr. gave a faint smile, his eyes flicking over to you briefly before returning to the road. "Perhaps. But it shouldn’t be your responsibility. They’ll learn… eventually."

The rest of the drive was peaceful, and by the time you arrived at your place, the earlier tension had faded into the background. Hannibal Jr. parked in front of your house and turned to you one last time, his expression sincere.

"Thank you, Y/N, for your patience tonight. I do hope this won’t dissuade you from coming back."

You smiled back at him, giving a small nod. "I’ll think about it."

He seemed satisfied with that and gave you a polite nod before watching you head inside. You weren’t entirely sure what you had gotten yourself into with the Hannibals, but you knew one thing for certain: you weren't running away just yet. You smirked and chuckled to yourself.

You were definitely coming back…

[rocketinthesky]

Hi! Hope you're having a good time💜 Any opinions the Haasbands? (Kevin x Nico)

OMG HI! Hope you’re having a great time too

As for the ask game

HAASBANDS?!? BOY DO I HAVE SOME STRONG OPINIONS ON THIS !! So sorry op this might be posted a bit late cuz i have TOO MANY THOTS AND FEELINGS OVER THEM OK LETS START:

Obviously, the HISTORY. Ik the most “relevant”/spoken about F1 rivalries are brocedes/lestappen these days but we really have to look into Haasbands cuz they’re THE enemies to lovers story, like actual rivals who fell hard for eo.

We all know about the infamous “suck my balls” comment from Kevin, about Nico and Kevin butting heads on track, how they apparently hated eo till suddenly they’re teammates and they mesh so well tgt that Nico calls it a fucking “romance”.

There’s soooo much nuance to their dynamic to unpack here though. The general consensus is “guard-dog kevin” and “level-headed nico” but LETS TALK ABOUT THE INNER WORKINGS OF THEIR DYNAMIC PRE-MARRIAGE OK. In an interview, Kevin talked about how the “hatred” was one-sided, that despite the hot-headed comment during that interview, Kevin has never disliked Nico, rather he always respected the older as a fellow driver.

This flips the “level-headed nico” characterization on it’s head because look: pre-marriage Hulknussen was basically a one-sided rivalry where Nico was a petty bitch and giving Kevin the silent treatment, whilst Kevin was leaving all the rivalry and anger on the track, more or less wilfully oblivious to the “enemies” narrative. He respected Nico as a person and just was chill with him off track, but on track Kevin fights for his life no matter who he’s up against.

Now post-marriage Haasbands arc brings us two dudes who are much more mature, definitely have a much different perspective in life (cuz of the families they’ve built). They’ve grown as people obv and when they were more or less forced to be co-workers they had to suck it up like real adults and act like professionals.

But when they were actually working tgt, they found that it was easy. They got along on a fundamental level. Kevin always held that respect for Nico as a driver and person and when Nico actually allowed himself to give Kevin a chance, to talk to the guy and see him for the person he is off-track, not just as the aggressive and fearless fighter in the car, he grew a genuine respect and appreciation for Kevin as a person.

Among all the ships, i’d say Haasbands is the most sane one. They go from genuine rivalry/one-sided hatred and one-sided ignorance, to a friendship, mutual respect, peaceful relationship.

Obviously that’s just the brief overview of it but let’s not overlook the INSANITY within their dynamic cuz i am in no way discounting “guard-dog kmag”. He’s a fiercely protective warrior on the track and we’ve seen firsthand how he will fucking kamikaze for fhe sake of nico getting a point, how he will openly speak up about anything unfair that happens with Nico, like with nico and daniel’s crash this year. Kevin is a man in love and he’s a man who will lay his life on the line for it.

NICO. He’s level-headed alright. He’ll very calmly with the sweetest smile on his face threaten any lifeform that harms Kevin in any way. He’s a sweetheart sure but he’s just as nuts for Kev as kev is for him. His raw thoughts on Kmag’s race ban is a prime example of it.

These two are like actual fuckin husbands, they’ll protect eo to the end. And the domesticity between them makes me gag like ok get a room guys we get it yall are in LOVE

the kmag birthday clip? Them watching sports tgt outside of WORK duties? The way they’re constantly complimenting each other without faltering, almost tryna one-up eo in a compliment battle in the driver rankings videos? The compliments outside of those too like they are genuinely obsessed with each other?! I could go on but we’d be here all day so. Just know they’re sickeningly, tooth-rottingly sweet with eo

Welp i’ve rambled long enough lmao sorry if u subjected urself to my disjointed thoughts i just have so many Feelings™️ about haasbands they’re one of my otps lol they’re just so PERFECT they’re THE enemies to lovers like real fuckin enemies to lovers.

(As for my nsfw thoughts i think they’re pure switches but Nico lets his short gremlin male-wife take care of him more cuz he’s very fond and will do wtv Kevin wants THANK YOU)

[jays-bonnie-on-the-side]

𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗

PAIRING : dean winchester x original female character

STORY SUMMARY : in series masterlist

CHAPTER WARNINGS : age-gap. angst. angry dean. implied death. strong language.

A/N : obviously i changed a few things for the character insert so bear with me. hopefully y’all don’t hate it too much. thanks for reading 💜

Maricela's POV

Dean had taken Kevin to a motel in Branson for a few days while Sam and I stayed at the bunker. After everything that's happened these past few weeks, Dean and I decided to take a little break ourselves. Sam—of course—had questions that I didn't know how to answer. Pretending that Dean never told me anything seemed to cease his inquiries—to me, at least. I knew he was waiting for his brother to get home to fill in the blanks. So, after attempting and failing to get more demon names from Crowley, I try and distract Sam.

"Saaammmm!" I whine as I walk toward the Winchester.

He sits on one of the chairs in front of the Map Table, documents from the Men of Letters scattered before him.

"Hmm?" He hums, eyes scanning over the records before scribbling on a notepad.

I wrap my arms around his neck from behind and nuzzle my face against his. "Take a break—watch a movie with me."

He taps my forearm gently, replying, "I can't. I have to find a way to help Cas."

"Trust me, I want nothing more than Cas to be here, but we can’t help him if we burn ourselves out. Let's just take a little break." My arms falter from their position before straightening my posture. I lean against the table, finishing my persuasion. "It'll still be here in a couple of hours—I'll even let you pick the movie."

He puts his pen down, then swivels his chair to face me entirely. His lips purse as he ponders my proposition. With my head tilted to the side, my brows slightly pinched, and pleading eyes peeking through my lashes, a tiny frown ties my puppy dog look together. Despite his dithering, I knew he couldn't say no to me. With a heavy sigh, he throws his hands up in defeat.

Sam stands from his seat and mutters, "Fine."

"Yay!" I cheer, already walking towards the kitchen. "I'll grab the snacks while you get the movie ready."

Heading straight towards the shelves, which held all nonperishable foods, I reach for the snacks only Sam and I would consume. I grab the Jiffy Pop popcorn and bring it to the stove. Just as I was about to ignite the burner, the door to the bunker slammed closed. The men's voices carry into the kitchen. My heart flutters at the return of the eldest brother. Self-consciously, I tuck my curtain bangs behind my ears and straighten my clothing.

A light blush rushes to my cheeks, embarrassed about getting this flustered over a man. I wait a few moments, allowing the pinkness a chance to fade. Once the flush subsides, I focus on why I came into the kitchen in the first place. Deciding not to cook the kernels, I leave the gathered food on the island and walk toward the War Room. Dean stood with his arms crossed, listening to his younger brother.

They look underneath the table before Sam says, "You're never gonna believe what we found."

"You showing him the computer?" I ask and get a nod from the younger Winchester.

I follow behind the boys as Sam leads us to the new room we found earlier. He opens the door and flips the light switch, revealing a humongous machine in the middle of the room. It had at least a hundred buttons that lined the board.

"Voilà."

"This is a computer?" asks Dean.

"Yeah—or it was in 1951 when it was installed." We circle to the back of the machine as Sam raises his finger like Velma would often do when talking, continuing our discovery. "Now, here's the crazy thing. It's not plugged into anything. I mean, I have no idea what's making this thing work."

Dean runs his hand along the side of the metal, stopping to say, "It's warm here."

Sam puts his hand where his brother implies, feeling the heat for himself. Dean uses his fingers to open the panel to the computer's back but lucks out. I inspect the shelves of miscellaneous items and find a flathead screwdriver, then hand it to Dean. He takes it and turns around, jamming the tool into the back of the computer. The metal creaks, refusing to open, but he jimmies harder. Suddenly, the panel clatters to the floor, and he stumbles into the wall and shelves behind him.

"Got it." He clears his throat, trying to play it cool.

With the back now open, we squat to see inside. Sam retrieves a flashlight from his rear pocket to illuminate the machine. However, the guts weren’t like any computer I've seen. And judging from their responses, they haven't either.

"Huh." Sam breathes.

"Well, that looks simple. Does it come with a manual?"

"Nothing in the archives, and I obviously couldn't find anything like it online, not to mention I'm pretty sure that the Men of Letters doesn't exactly have I.T. support anymore, either."

"I think I know somebody who could help us," I mention, standing up to fetch my phone. "Come on."

Wordlessly, the boys follow me out of room 28.

Charlie walks into the bunker along with Sam. He holds her duffle bag as they walk down the steps like the gentleman he is. Dean and I call our hello's before getting out of our chairs. She waves and meets us at the bottom of the stairs.

"Thanks for coming," Dean says, hugging her before me.

"Not a problem, especially since I got fired last week," Charlie admits.

"Hey, what?" Sam questions after setting her bag on the Map Table. "What happened?"

"Turns out the company I work for was outsourcing to child labor, so I took a big WikiLeak all over that. And, yeah. It's cool, though. It's given me more time to focus on my hobbies..." Charlie trails off, watching Dean closely. My eyes go wide, knowing what she was going to reveal. I subtly shake my head, trying to prevent her from enduring the same judgment I went through. Ignoring me, she continues, "Like LARPing, Macrame, and hunting."

"Excuse me?" Dean's voice lowers in a dad-like tone. His hands rest on his hips as he peers down at the red-head.

Her arms quickly rise in defense, trying to calm Dean's growing anger. "Okay. It was just a couple little cases. I took down a teenage vampire and a ghost...which sounds like a Y.A. novel if you say it out loud."

"Charlie, how'd it go?" Sam inquires.

"It was, uh..." She glances at Dean, his mouth hung agape in disbelief. Her gaze shifts to me, frowning momentarily before darting to Sam. "It was intense. I had a close friend helping in case anything went sideways. As you can see, I'm fine. But I kind of wish hunting was more...magical, you know?"

"Close friend—who?" Dean inquires urgently, ignoring her last sentence.

I shake my head, hoping my pleading eyes will make her keep my identity a secret. Charlie stares at me, hesitating to answer. Dean follows her eyes and sees my plea before I have a chance to mask it. Fuck. His eyes grew wider before narrowing in anger.

"You knew about this and didn't tell us? Worse—you took her hunting?"

"I didn't take her hunting; She wanted to go herself. So, I offered to assist."

Dean's eyes roll at my response. "You should've changed her mind!"

"I didn't need to do shit. She's a grown-ass woman, Dean! She can make decisions for herself. If she wants to hunt, that's her prerogative."

"She can get herself killed, and the last person who should be teaching her to hunt is you!"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I ask defensively.

"It means you can hardly keep yourself alive."

"That's bullshit, and you know it."

"Is it? 'Cause it's getting real old having to constantly worry every hunt if that one will be your last. I have enough crap on my plate, and making sure you don't get killed isn’t something I signed up for. God, it’s exhausting. You’re the last person I would ever want on my mind.”

Silence fills the room once his honesty leaves his sharp tongue. His words hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless. Was it as bad as it sounded, or was the pain I was feeling heightened by my love for him? His face didn't seem to carry any remorse. Instead, he loomed over me, his annoyance palpable as he peered down with a towering stance.

"Sorry, I've been such an inconvenience for you. Maybe next time I'll die, so you don't have to worry anymore." My words dripped with disgust as I desperately tried to mask the hurt I felt.

I don’t waste another moment in the War Room and in his presence. Ignoring Sam's calls, I storm into the corridor. Anger replaces my pain the closer I get to my room. How dare he say those things. I'm a great hunter! I've been hunting for years; I knew what I was doing. I never took on something I couldn't handle by myself.

In a rage, I slam my door closed. I'm a damn good hunter! I assure myself. Every single one has been close to death, so why was I any different? He goes in guns blazing, too! He doesn't have any regard for his life, and he's made that known on many occasions.

Knowing that my thoughts would only aggregate me further, I grab my wireless headphones from my desk. With the light off, I stumble to my bed and get comfortable as I turn on the set playlist for times like this. I close my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in the music and not my fist in Dean's face. As each song played, I felt my anger subside a little more. I can’t be sure how much time has passed, but the frustration rushes back once my headphones get yanked off.

"What the hell?" I yell at the figures towering over me.

"We've got a problem."

Sam, Dean, and I scavenge the halls after they explain what was going on. Dorothy and the Wicked Witch are real, and just so happen to be in the bunker. We wander to the dungeon, instantly greeted with Crowley's whistle rendition of ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow.’ The men stroll closer to the King of Hell as I follow behind.

"Wow, if it isn't the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and Dorothy. Well—not the real one, anyway. As for your other new houseguest—so misunderstood." The demon joked, yet no one but him found it amusing. "Either of you saw 'Wicked?'"

"What did she say to you?" Sam demands.

"Something along the lines of..." Crowley trails off before hissing.

"All right, well, I'm gonna go get some holy oil and a lighter, dick bag." Dean chimes in, turning to fetch the items, but stops once the demon starts speaking.

"I know what she's looking for."

"What does she want?" I ask.

"I'd be happy to tell you as soon as I get to stretch my legs."

The younger Winchester nods toward the prisoner, agreeing. With annoyance, Dean moves to fill the King of Hell's request. Sam and I aim our guns in case Crowley tries to pull anything. With one hand, Dean grabs the key out of his pocket to unlock the lock around the metal collar, while the other hand holds the demon blade to the demon's throat as a warning. Dean backs away as the soulless monster happily pries the collar off, chains clattering when he drops it to the table.

"Oh." He chuckles, standing from his seat.

"What does the witch want?" Sam questions.

"Give me a mo. I still need to air myself out." Crowley pushes.

With my gun already raised, I shoot a round into the demon's chest. He looks down at it, physically unfazed. "I think you're aired out enough."

"Rude." He murmurs before picking up the crumbled-up paper from the table to reveal the word: key.

"Key? What key?" Sam presses.

"I haven't the foggiest. Had to send her off on a merry chase before she could melt me." The King of Hell flashes his pearly whites before revealing, "Told her you boys kept the keys in the kitchen. You do have a kitchen in this crap hole, don't you?"

We look at one another before racing to the destination. Once in the kitchen, it was clear it had been ransacked. There wasn't one surface that was left untouched. I groan, knowing I had to clean it later.

"Damn it, I just cleaned in here." Dean sighs in disappointment.

"Really?" Sam rhetorically asks in sarcasm.

Walking down the steps, the Dick of the Day states the obvious, "Looks like we got a witch here."

Someone walks into the other door to the kitchen, and we quickly draw our weapons only to see Charlie and the Dorothy.

"Sorry. We raided your gun range." Charlie extended her arm for us to see what was in her hand. "Made us some poppy bullets. They won't kill the witch, but they will stun the crap out of her."

Dean picks up the casing, examining the bullets. "That's my girl." He murmurs, his eyes lingering on her before seeking a glance at me as his attention shifts to his handgun.

If it weren't for the fight we had earlier, I would’ve been jealous that he’d never complimented me like that once before. Instead, the 'jealousy' turns into more anger. What was it that made him act differently towards me? I wonder.

"There was only enough for five bullets, so...make each shot count."

We load the bullets into our magazines as Dorothy speaks, "Now we just have to find her before she finds whatever the hell she's looking for."

"She's looking for a key." I clarify.

"How do you know?" Charlie inquires.

"Little birdie told us," Sam responds. "Ring any bells, Dorothy?"

"Unfortunately," She replies with dismay. "It's the key to Oz. There are magical ways into Oz—tornado, eye of a hurricane, whirlpool—but this key will turn any locked door into a portal to Oz. Insert key, twist, and presto, you're in Oz."

"How did the Men of Letters get the key?" I question.

"I have no idea, but if she finds it, she'll go back and finish what she started. She'll destroy all that is good in Oz. She's got armies of witches, flying monkeys. Many will die."

"What's this key look like?" Dean interjects.

Dorothy pulls out a journal from the inside of her jacket. We huddle around her as she quickly flips through the beige pages. Finally, she finds the one with information regarding the sought-after key. The top read 'KEEP SAFE' and was written with three exclamation marks. A sketch of the key took up half the page but was perfectly detailed to identify when searching for it.

"I've seen that key." The oldest Winchester confesses. "Found it when I was doing inventory."

"Where is it now?"

"My room. We got to get to that key. All right, Maricela, Charlie, and I will go look in my room." He turns to Sam and finishes, "Why don't you guys buy us some time?"

"I'll go with Sam," I speak dryly, not wanting to be around Dean any longer than I had to. His deep voice utters an 'I don't think so,' to which I roll my eyes. "Oh, right. You don't think I can handle myself, so I can't leave your side."

Without waiting for a comeback, I try storming to his room, but before I can leave the kitchen, his hand grabs my arm, pulling me back. I turn around and snatch my limb back, my eyes narrowing at his touch, daring him to do it again. Sam and Dorothy had left the room, leaving us three. Ignoring my glare, the Winchester’s gaze shifts between Charlie and me as he speaks.

"Safest place in this joint is the dungeon."

"You have a dungeon in this place?" She inquiries, giving me déjà vu. "Of course you do."

"So maybe you two should..." Dean trails off, implying we run from the danger.

Before I speak up, Charlie says, "We are not hiding, especially in a dungeon. Wicked witch, a key, a quest?" She playfully punches his shoulder—had it been me, it would've been rougher and somewhere else. With glee, she declares, "Let's do this."

She pivots and heads towards Dean's room. I turn on my heel and ignore his calls as I walk with Charlie. After giving up, he assigns us corners of his room to scavenge. I rifled through his desk drawers and a box of files he handed me.

"You keep your porn meticulously organized, but not—" Charlie starts to criticize before Dean interrupts.

"Don't judge me." He rifles through a wooden crate before calling out, "Ah! Yahtzee."

Charlie and I face the man who found what we were searching for. Suddenly, she gasps, calling out his name as she stares at the witch behind him. He turns around, and the witch snatches the key from his hand. She backhands his face, knocking him on the bed behind him before he bounces off with a grunt and rolls into the wall. The Wicked Witch pockets the key in her black cloak before raising her right hand towards the Winchester. The power began to gather in her hand, emitting a green glow.

Panicking, I shout, "No!"

Without a second thought, I jump in front of Dean. As I intended, my body shields his, absorbing the blast instead. And in the blink of an eye, I'm in the middle of the woods, the sun high in the sky, as I point a gun at the beer bottles set up ahead.

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[ninyard]

Petition to make multiple of those types of shirts (like the ones that that person who made that said “i got waterboarded at castle evermore”) for each of the characters

Renee’s says “i joined a gang and did terrible things but I’m the sweetest person ever”

Dan’s says “i was a stripper and what about it?”

Aaron’s says “I killed my brother’s abuser and I wanna be a doctor”

That’s all I got for now cause its late and im gonna go to bed but ill send some better ones for the rest of the characters tmr 🫡

Have a lovely day/night Nin! (And everyone else)

-💜💜✨

Novelty tees except they're all Evermore related

"Good Girls go to Heaven. Bad Girls go to Castle Evermore" (Neil)

"I broke into Evermore and all I got was a wrong-place wrong-time situationship" (Renee)

"I studied at Edgar Allan University and all i got was chronic hand pain" (Kevin)

[monzamash]

not sure how comfortable you feel with writing smut for Kev, but this somehow reminded me of him

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜

-💜

💜💜💜 warnings — mature themes (18+), barely proofread so apologies x

sweet baby kevin. he really is the most beautiful man, inside and out but that voice – so honeyed and soothing, airy in the blissful moments. the soft tone would lull you on those sleepless nights while the gruff edge his voice can carry stirs you awake in the morning with very little innocence in his intent.

you longed for the purrs of praise he trickled into your ear when his hips rutted restlessly, satisfying more than just the empty space in your heart with his love. letting him in scared you at first, the closeness after the hesitation. he was guarded, of course, his life wasn’t as black and white as yours – no strings attached, no extra baggage fee. the path to you had been so uncertain; every touch, every kiss felt like the last but he endured – and so did you. 

because you loved kevin the minute you laid eyes on him – all weary-eyed and taking out his frustration on his luscious blonde hair while guenther shouted every curse word under the sun at the team. it was an abysmal race and you still remember how deeply furrowed kevins' brow was, unsure that a smile existed under the bravado and the pressure until his eyes caught yours across the garage. the icy blue melted as fast as it had crystallised and the flecks of green that were only visible in natural light warmed his curious gaze – you couldn’t look away and he needed to know your name.

“who is she?”

“who is who?” guenther curtly replied, following his drivers’ eye, “oh.”

kevin smiled genuinely for the first time that weekend when he heard you were the teams new legal aid – so she’s smart, he assumed, beautiful and smart. he was right – you were both of those things and more he learned after secretly manufacturing time to get to know you. the late night contract questions and the early morning coffee run that always seemed to end with the two of you finding a quiet place amongst the travelling circus quickly became the highlight of your day.

he savoured the chance to see you smile, hoping that one day he would be the person you turned to in a crisis or when you simply needed a laugh – maybe he could even be the man you begged and pleaded with to make you come again. there was a part of him that ached to know what his name sounded like when you moaned it, how would it taste if he swallowed it? the thought of having you lathered in a state of ecstasy kept him awake most nights.

and it wasn’t a secret that you had other admirers besides kevin. lewis’ throw away comment in austin still haunted him – something about the way your hips swayed to the country song playing through the speakers and he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe he’d missed the chance to see what else your hips could do.

kevin had a cruelly vivid dream that night – the same one he always had when he salaciously conjured you in his slumber. as soon as he felt your snug walls sheath his needy cock and the knot lying dormant in his stomach was so close to unravelling, his body would jolt awake, breathless and pathetically hard. the dream never lived up to what played over and over in his head but when he got a taste of the real thing, there was no going back.

“i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do.”

he blinked a couple of times to make sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination and planted a firm kiss to your flushed chest – long eyelashes tickled your skin as he mouthed at your neck with his sharp, misbehaving teeth, both hearts racing until his nose brushed against yours lovingly and captured your lips.

“who else would have me, baby? all I think about is you, all I feel is you…”

your comforting coos settled the sweet man panting above you, eyes filled with adoration. the angelic sight of you spread open, hair mussed and tangled slowed the momentum of his hips to a toe-curling rhythm, extorting a sharp breath from your burning lungs. he wanted to savour the feeling and the way you looked so beautifully contorted in pleasure as he sunk back in deep with a fierce kiss, alleviating the want stirring inside your stomach.

“i need you.”

“i’m right here, never going anywhere.”

[bengiyo]

Wonderful day in Thailand. but now for the important questions.

Of all the ql thai couples, what couple would be the biggest headache for Namnuea? And why?

Rose💜

See, this is an interesting question. I've been thinking about it for days, and now I just want a follow up show about Wiwa Square tackling all of the new gay weddings. I'd love this as an episodic show where the challenges the classic BL couple is dealing with reflects something going on with Nuea's or his people's lives. Any Thai fans following me, feel free to propose this to your people and make this happen. Just make sure I get to watch it.

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With that in mind, I'd like to see an episode for the following pairs:

Sarawat and Tine

I just know that Tine is going to be the one they expect to be dramatic as hell, but it's going to be Sarawat freaking out about everything being perfect in a fantastic meltodown. We could have Lom talk to Sarawat and share how the closet affected both of them.

Teh and Oh-aew

Teh wanted to come out at the end of IPYTM, and wanna see the glam these two could pull off. I just know they're going to have an epic fight. This would be a good episode for Lom and Nuea to have a big fight.

Patts and Saengtai

Honestly, I want this episode because I feel like we didn't learn a lot about Patts beyond his relationships with Nara, his grandmother, and Tai. It would be a great chance to delve deeper into his character and see these two trying to communicate properly now that Tai is not holding back. These two also kissed really good, so this would be a good episode for Nuea and Lom to have a steamy moment.

Mork and Tawan

Let's be real: weddings are expensive. Mork's poverty was a huge part of his story in My Ride, and I think it would be really cool to see Wiwa Square work on a small budget for Cheep and Dej, Mork's gay uncles. It would also be an opportunity to talk about wealth and aging while queer.

See-eiw and Cake

The benefit of these two being friends to lovers is that their families saw how close they were the whole time. Despite the unfortunate PSA at the end of My Only 12%, this would be a great episode to focus on families around weddings. We'd get to see Cake's mom stepping in to fill the mom role for See-eiw, and this could be an opportunity for Lom's mom to reenter the fold.

Yang and Phumjai

We need a good episode for hijinks. The Love in Translation cast would be perfect for this. Yang is also Chinese, so we could focus on some cross-cultural traditions.

Charn and Tinn

I'm sorry, I just want Nawin to meet Neua. It also means Silvy could cameo. This would be an excellent episode for the side characters to take center again because they decide to keep Nuea away from Charn or something.

Phun and Noh

I just want White and Captain to get back together every few years and reprise these characters for little check ins. This episode would be a good time to talk about long-term relationships and their challenges with guys who are just a few years older than Neua and Lom.

Khai and Third

Speaking of White showing up in BL! I'd like to see Third struggling with his perfect wedding plans. This would be a great time to reflect on how weddings have been presented in media, and they could spin that either way by either leaning into the tropes or actively subverting them. That would be in line with the ToL goals.

Pluem and Kevin

These two had fantastic chemistry in Ghost Host, Ghost House. This could be a good episode to reflect on how weddings feel when some of our loved ones didn't get to live to see the day. I think this could be a really touching reflection on grief softened by how comfortable these two always manage to look with each other.

Pharm and Dean

I honestly don't think these two would have a lot of problems within themselves for the wedding itself. For this episode, we could really focus on wedding logistics. We could have something go really wrong with a caterer at the last minute and have Pharm step in to save his own wedding while Dean uses his connections to fix other things blowing up around them. This could be a good episode about Nuea and Lom having problems maintaining a good work-life balance.

Cairo and Gavreel

We need to do an international episode, and I'd like to see a crossover with The IdeaFirst Company in some way. Gav and Cai have been separated multiple times. I like the idea of them finally getting to marry at a destination wedding.

Shin Ki Tae and Lee Wan

I just wanna see these two again. This would be another international episode, and we could get back into some of the unresolved abandonment issues Shin Ki Tae is happening, and we could have a cross-cultural dialogue about making things right.

Im Han Tae and Han Ba Ram

Another international episode. They could use this episode to talk about the ongoing challenges of being a public figure and a star if these two are successful.

This was a lot of fun to think about! I really want this show now.

[searchforahero]

dick tim ives!!!!! i know you've mentioned something about this one before but i need to know everything you'll tell me 😂💜

-mel 💜

lolol i'm glad you like this one!! it's one of my favorites theyre so everything to me <3

BASICALLY the premise is that dick just kind of Shows Up in tim's life one day (from ives' perspective) and tim is calling this random guy ives has never met before his brother, even though ives is 99% sure you're not supposed to look at your brother like that. the main ideais that ives is so freaked out by tim and dick's relationship and is just generally trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

dick is also meanwhile trying to drive a wedge between tim & ives because he can tell they like each other and is jealous and doesn't think it's a good idea for tim to date a civilian and doesn't want him to get hurt.

it is very much focused on ives and dick having silent angry looks arguments and tim just trying to hang out with two of his favorite people.

not sure how yet but i do want them all to end up together eventually because. i love them <3

i posted a little bit of this fic here

and also a little bit more from it lol :]

Ives and Tim have been best friends since they were six, so he finds it a little strange when Tim forgoes taking the bus one day with the reasoning that "Oh, my brother is picking me up." Because as far as Ives knows, Tim has no brothers. They're standing by the edge of the road, and just when Ives is about to ask "What brother?", a man on a motorcycle comes flying up to the curb in a streak of black and blue. He waves at where Ives and Tim are standing, and Tim lights up like a firework, a wide grin spreads across his face and he goes running in the man's direction with nothing but a wave over his shoulder in Ives' direction. He walks up to the man, exchanges a few words that Ives can not decipher, grabs the spare helmet, and hops on behind him. He wraps his arms tight around the man's middle, lays his head against his back, and they're off like a rocket. So that was... Weird. Because Tim Drake doesn't have a brother, especially not an adult one who drives a motorcycle and causes Tim to look at him like he hung the moon and the stars. Ives would have definitely met him at some point in their childhood, with how often Ives visited the Drake residence he practically lived there, and if Tim had an older brother with a vehicle and a license this whole time who was willing to ferry him around, he obviously would have gotten him to cart him over to Ives' place for movie marathons and gaming sessions. So there's definitely no secret brother that Ives somehow didn't know about. Maybe Tim could have kept the existence of this mysterious brother from Hudson or Kevin, but it would have been nigh impossible for Ives to go ten years without meeting him, and it'd be even weirder for Jack and Janet to have never brought him up all the times Ives had visited. He couldn't see anything about the man's face because of the helmet, all he could tell was that he was built under the leather jacket he was wearing, and that he was probably older than he and Tim. He has no idea why Tim would use that lie regarding the man's identity, if there was a reason to do so, Tim definitely could have come up with a more convincing story. So he probably actually is Tim's brother in some capacity. Maybe a long lost relative? But what are the chances of Tim meeting two lost relatives in a single year? The whole thing with Tim's Uncle Eddie was already weird enough, so for a missing brother to come out of the woodwork too would just be ridiculous. Maybe he's Dana's kid? He knows Tim and Dana get along great, and she could very well have a child from a previous relationship, but he doesn't know if Tim would consider Dana's son to be his brother. Ives knows Tim doesn't consider Dana his mom, or even really his step-mom, so for him to skip right to calling her kid his brother seems out of place. He'll have to shelve the idea for later. Maybe he's a family friend or a relative of Eddie's? Just as he's beginning to ponder that concept, his bus pulls up and he shakes it off, he'll get some extra reading in on the bus ride home since he won't have Tim to talk to.

sorry its kind of boring, this is the beginning of the fic so nothing exciting is happening yet </3