#like dancing! and singing! and having crappy dads!

[theangrypomeranian]

just reblogged a thing and was inspired to make this lol

[gh0st-t0wn3]

I finally had time to make proper designs for the Trio!

Redson: Ver 1

Ver 2

I couldn't decide on if I liked it better with the braids or not so I just posted both, but anyways!

I gotta admit, I used to not like the idea of redson having Bull features (except for a small pair of horn maybe) but the concept really grew on me and now I really love it and wanted to try making my own design and I'm really proud with how it turned out.

I would've added more scars, since Guanyins throne pierced his entire body, but there came a point where it just looked like there was too much going on so I had to get rid of a few scars to tone it down, so we're just gonna say they faded over time, okay? Okay.

I also made him Miao (one of the largest ethnic minorities in southwest China) on PIF's side, and Mongolian on DBK's.

The Miao ethnicity of China has a long history, rich culture, and an ancient folk religion. Adorned in beautiful traditional clothes, possessing natural talent for singing and dancing, they live in uniquely designed indigenous architecture, which I think fits perfectly with how I imagined Princess Iron Fan and with her; Redson.

As for DBK being Mongolian, I saw someone else talking about this headcanon and I just liked it so I decided to use it, I don't really have a specific reason for it, I just thought it fit, not sure why though, it's just one of those things that makes sense even if you don't know why, you know?

Mei:

I made her taller and gave her a long dragon tail (like really long, it drags along the floor if she's not holding it up), though her scales are pretty much everywhere across her body they're most noticeable on her shoulders, thighs, and face (they're a bit hard to see in this photo because they're kinda hidden behind her hair, but I did give her scales beside her eyes)

I also gave her horns these little spiral designs around them, gave her sharper nails, and designed her ears to look like coral, since she's a water dragon and I thought they looked cool.

Honestly idk what else to say about her design, I didn't have anything specific in mind when designing her, I kinda just had to wing it, but I'm happy with how it turned out :)

(I also made her Bengali, on her dad's side, but it's not really important or has any reason behind it, just a headcanon I've had for a while, don't know where it came from though)

MK:

Alot of people have speculated that the monkey form we see during the fight against Azure in season 4 isn't MK's full form yet, that we're just seeing a fraction of what he's yet to become, based on the fact that while he has the weird side burns, the tail and the face marking, he also lacks a natural skin tone, they didn't give him a proper nose etc, so I wanted to play with the idea.

I decided to make him this strange mix between human and monkey, leaving him pretty much human with the addition of his tail(s), and weird li'l monkey feet.

(I was also gonna give MK more arm/leg hair, it was in my first sketch, but I forgot to add them when I was doing the line art and didn't realize until after I saved it as a jpeg, so that's my bad, but I'm gonna add it in to any other art I make)

It's also a bit hard to see in this, but I designed his staff with more details, specifically adding dragon-esque imagery to the Golden ends, this is because (for anyone who's new to the fandom/hasn't read JTTW) Wukong's staff was originally one of the several pillars that held up the sea in the dragon palace, until he stole it and shrunk it down to use as his weapon.

I also did MK's clones :)

Porty MK:

I gave him stripes of coloured hair and gave his tails all different colours, though I don't think he would actually dye it, instead I like to think that he would use that really crappy dollar store spray in hair dye (or hair chalk). I kept the fishnet clothes that I added in my originally design of him for my headcanons post, and decided to give him striped elbow length fingerless gloves.

I also gave him a cropped shirt, ripped shorts and these weird fingerless glove-esque shoes for convenience, since regular shows seem like they would be uncomfortable.

Edit: my dumbass forgot Porty's stupid print jacket 😭

Artist MK:

For Artist MK I gave him overalls and a jacket over it, which he wears specifically for when he's doing paintings so he doesn't ruin too many of his actual clothes (I know I said that this was inspod by Circusapple, which it still is, but this is almost exactly what I wear when I'm painting too, just in different colours).

I also gave him those gloves that digital artists wear so they're hands don't accidently trigger something on the screen because everyone knows that every artist just walks around with their art glove on even when it's not necessary.

Delivery MK:

I have to admit, I was never a big fan of MK's work uniform just being his regular clothes with a work jacket thrown over it so I wanted to try and make him look a little more professional and decided to instead give him a chef coat (similar to the one Pigsy wears on the show as well), with a logo for the restaurant on the chest, along with it I gave him plain black pants, since casual red jeans didn't seem very professional (I know he's just a delivery person, but if you were to look at pretty much any food corporation, even people who do deliveries have to wear uniform, so it's always been kinda strange to me that he's just in regular clothes). 

The shoes were harder to make professional given the whole "half-monkey" thing so I opted to give him the same strange fingerless glove-esque shoes for comfort and convenience, but made them plain black as well.

[lmanburgseulogy]

any specific HCS for pre betrayal c!eret and cWill?

oh m gee…. no way you just asked me this im so crazy about them; okay!!!!!

• they immediately became friends as soon as eret joined l’manburg. they did everything together. clingyduo joked about them being their dads

• eret engraved his name into wilbur’s guitar and wilbur did the same to eret’s sunglasses

• they cut each other’s hair that’s why they have very similar hairstyles. eret also taught wilbur how to like properly deal with his curls instead of just shoving them under various hats. during the war wilbur’s hair grew out and eret would braid it as a way to calm down.

• they would play cards and chess in the van together ALL THE TIME!!!!!!!

• the van would shut down a lot and they would both struggle to fix it together. they have no idea what they’re doing and wilbur just keeps banging on it in hopes it’ll magically fix itself

• eret had never watched hamilton so he never understood the references wilbur made. Pretty confusing

• when the walls were finished they went up and danced together to this old crappy radio. the song was american pie. if you even care

• eret really liked to play make-shift percussion instruments when they did little campfire sing-alongs. like spoons against cans and stuff like that!!

• the whole crew had friendship bracelets and maybe like a week before the fcr eret’s broke. Wilbur tried to get him a new one but he kept procrastinating putting it on. It didn’t feel right

• They shared a tent together during the l’manburg war and they would do little shadow puppets together. Neither of them ever went to sleep until their lantern completely burnt out

• They probably argued the most out of the crew. They were both the oldest people there and had a lot of stress to take out on each other. It was tense but the love was there

I’m gonna stop now this post is really long already lol

[swiftieblyth]

I have an idea! Tom and y/n going to The Eras Tour!!!

They get invited and that makes her so excited that she puts Tom to help her make friendship bracelets so they could interact with some fans. Also she is so excited th get them matching outfits.

During the concert they get to exchange friendship bracelets, dance during Lover, y/n gets emotional during fearless and speak now bc she remembered her young years and when the Midnights set comes she says to Tom “I would let you enjoy this one” while Taylor starts with Vigilante Shit.

Then at the end Tom says to Y/N something like “you should learn the reputation dances or at least the vigilante shit one… you know, for me” !!!!!!

TOO MUCH TEXT IM SORRY

Era’s tour

a/n- sorry it took me so long I’m dealing with a lot of crappy things right now 😭😭😭

warnings- long, slut

“Tommy!” You screeched, smile on your face as you looked at your text from Taylor.

“What?” Tom asked, running in, fear in his face.

“Taylor invited us to come to her tour!” You squealed, huge smile on your face.

“That’s amazing love!” He smiled, coming up to you, wrapping you in his arms.

“I’m so excited!” You smiled, turning around, looking up at his face. “Oh my gosh!!! We have to get matching outfits!!! What era should we go as? I mean probably lover, right?”

“What ever you want darling,” Tom smiled, kissing your head.

“Wait, what about Lady? Do you think Rachel and Josh will watch her? I mean, I want to take her, but I don’t want to leave her alone in a hotel for six hours.”

“I think they’ll be more than happy to watch her.”

“Oh my gosh! Tommy, you have to help me make friendship bracelets to exchange! Please!”

“Oh course,” he smiled, looking down at you, chuckling a little.

“What?” You asked, smiling up at him, hands on his chest.

“You’re adorable.” Your face turned bright red from embarrassment as you hid it in his chest. “It’s not a bad thing, love. I love that about you.”

“Really?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Really. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. So much!”

💜💜💜

“I’m so excited!” You smiled, as you walked to the box, hand in hand with Tom.

As you walked fans walked up to you two and took pictures with you, and traded bracelets with you. You were already having a blast and loved that Tom was here with you.

“Y/N,” you heard a familiar voice call.

“Travis!” You gasped, a big smile on your face as you let go of Tom’s hand to hug Travis.

“Hey baby girl,” he smiled, kissing your head. “How’s my favorite celebrity daughter doing?”

“Good! How are you?”

“I’m good.”

“Hey, Scott.” You smiled, hugging Taylor’s dad, Scott Swift.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He smiled, hugging you.

You let go and grabbed Tom’s hand again. “Travis, Scott, this is my boyfriend Tom. Tom this is Travis and Scott.” You let out.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” He smiled, shaking Travis’s hand, then Scott’s. “Both of you.”

💜💜💜

The intro started and you started screaming and jumping as you waited for Taylor to come out. Tom held your hand and watched with love at how excited you were.

You scream sang the lyrics to the opening songs then screamed as she did her opening speech. She started playing Lover and you looked up at Tom, a smile on your face and love in your eyes. Same as him.

“Dance with me, love?” He asked, putting out his hand as Taylor started singing.

“I would love to,” you smiled, grabbing his hand and waltzing around to lover.

You danced around the box singing with Tom as Taylor sang.

“Ladies and gentleman will you please stand,” you sang, looking up at Tom. “With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover.”

Tom kissed your head and let go of your hands fast enough to take off one of his rings, grabbing your hand again to slide it on your finger. “I’m going to marry you one day love.” He smiled, kissing you.

“I love you so much,” you breathed after your pulled away.

💜💜💜

Tears came to your eyes as the Fearless era started because it reminded you of when you were in highschool and all your dumb teenage loves and how you listened to these songs. You remembered how you felt yelling these songs while driving in your car on the way to school.

Tom saw a tear fall and wrapped his arm around you. “I love you baby.” He whispered, kissing your head.

💜💜💜

When Taylor came out in her Speak Now dress and started singing Enchanted you and Tom danced around together singing it to each other.

💜💜💜

The night was flying by and Taylor had just finished her surprise songs, but didn’t get up from her piano yet.

“Um,” Taylor started, looking around. “If it’s okay with you, we’re gonna do something different tonight. So usually I only play two surprise songs. But there’s a couple in the crowd tonight that I now dedicate a song to. It’s a newer song, but I wrote it years ago. And about a year or so ago this happened to someone that’s like a daughter to me.” You gasped as you grabbed Tom’s hand, tears forming in your eyes as you know where she is going with this. “And I remember her calling me crying from her hotel room in, I think it was like Germany. She told me what happened and I just felt terrible. I told her that I went through the same thing and I played her this song. Ladies and gentlemen Y/N Y/L/N is in the house!”

The crowed started cheering as Taylor started playing the piano again.

“But if I’m all dressed up they might as well be looking at us. And if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once. If I’m gonna be drunk, I might as well be drunk in love.

Send that code, he’s waiting there the sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air. Everyone wants him that was my crime. The wrong place at the right time. And I brake down, then he’s pulling me in. In a world of boys he’s a gentleman.”

You looked up at Tom tears streaming down your face as you wrapped your arms around his s tight as you could.

“I love you so much!” You let out. “Thank you so much for not letting me go.”

“I would never my love. I love you more than anyone,”

he explained, holding you tight and kissed the crown of your head.

💜💜💜

As Taylor started singing Vigilante Shit you looked at Tom and smirked. “I’ll let you enjoy this one.”

“You know,” he smirked back, pulling you closer to him, tickling your rib. You should learn this dance. You know, for me.”

[merotwst]

CAN I GO WHERE YOU GO? ‹ . first years›

· bulleted hcs

⇝what happens to you five years after graduation?

[ n: another 135 followers celebratory post. as promised, i have now made an sfw fic in contrast to that other uh,, more sinful one i posted last night. thank u again for all ur support everyone ! ]

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ace trappola ‹ heartslabyul ›

. wow, you've come this far with ace?

. you're planning your future with him? seems like only yesterday you both were bickering in front of the seven statues.

. you started dating on your second year at nrc and boy was it a wild ride.

. year one after graduation was the year you told crowley you were going to stay at twisted wonderland for good.

. it was also the year you, ace and deuce started looking for a job.

. it was a pretty rough start littered with failed interviews and long nights—but you and ace always had each other's arms to fall back into at the end of the day

. year two was the year you and ace took a very memorable trip to the scalding sands

. where he underestimated the spiciness of the curry you ordered and regretted every singe decision he's made in his life as he sat at the toilet for hours on end that night, much to your amusement

. you did warn him

. but the scenery, the people, the beautiful cultural colors embodied by the silks being sold at the market while you wafted through the busy crowd holding hands as to not lose each other

. that trip was a core memory and you both considered moving to the scalding sands at some point when life was more stable for both of you

. year three when you asked him to move in with you. why'd it take you this long to move in with each other? well, because ace was the one asking you to move in to his crappy apartment and you always refused

. he spends most of his nights at your place anyway. he was just too lazy to be the one packing boxes and cleaning up

. when he finally caved, you didn't even try to hide your fist bump and squeal of excitement earning eyerolls from your boyfriend in the process

. deuce helped you guys pack and move and you three spent the night in the living room drinking and reminiscing and just chatting away

. it felt like the sleepovers you had at ramshackle back in your nrc days

. year four was the year you passed by a newly built animal shelter on your way to visit his family one summer

. it was really just supposed to be you guys checking the place out and maybe giving donations

. but this one australian shepherd was sat in one of the cages and he was giving ace a look that he couldn't ignore

. ughhh he hated being soft. but he couldn't help but reach into the cage and give the pup a little pet on the head

. when i tell you his heart skipped a beat when it did a little happy dance as he approached, i mean it full on stopped for a full minute because of the cuteness

. so you arrive at the trappola family home with a new addition to your own little trappola family, happily seated at the backseat of your car

. year five when you and ace were laying in bed, talking about all the years you spent together

. you've never felt luckier to have him by your side through thick and thin

. you couldn't imagine wanting to be in anybody else's arms than the ones holding you right now

. a scratch at the door and you both gave each other knowing looks of amusement. ace got off the bed to open the door

. the hyperactive, large fluffy boy, no longer a puppy. no he's gone way past that he was so big now and you both adored him.

. he zoomed into the bedroom and made himself comfortable by your side—shamelessly stealing ace's spot on the bed causing his dad to get all pouty and whining about wanting his spot back next to you but the dog wasn't budging

. you laughed

. this was your life now and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world

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deuce spade ‹ heartslabyul ›

. deuce and you have only started dating after you graduated

. and everyone's huffs of ‘it's about time’ could be heard once the news reached them

. deuce desperately wanted to give you the life you deserved and you constantly reassured him that no matter what life you both would live, you would stick by his side

. especially on the first year after graduating. out of the three of you (you, ace and deuce), deuce had the hardest time finding a job that he liked and felt comfortable being in

. it was a huge adjustment and he had a hard time, but you were always there to remind him that no matter what happened, you weren't leaving. that was all he needed to keep going.

. a lot of this year was also spent getting to know his mom. at her insistence, you and deuce stayed at her home for the first year

. she was a lovely woman who treated you just like her very own child. she loved you and deuce dearly and likewise you've grown to love her as though she were your own mother

. the second year, you and deuce got an apartment and moved out.

. it took a lot of convincing for mrs. spade to finally let you two leave (she couldn't help but tear up a bit seeing as how her two lovelies were all grown up), but she finally caved

. it was a medium sized apartment in the middle of the city and not far from where ace worked so he would often come by to visit you guys or sometimes he'd crash at your place since it was closer

. you guys ended up just giving him a spare key at this point as he was so often visiting anyway

. year three was when a reunion was held at nrc. everyone you knew and were close to had come by and no words can express how much you all missed each other

. everyone gathered around chatting and catching up, deuce grabbed you hand and squeezed it three times

. you looked up at him and he gave you the most loving smile you'd ever seen. it almost even seemed like he was about to tear up. a soft whisper of ‘i love you’ escaped his lips, just for you to hear

. he's never been more grateful for anything in his life. amazing friends, a loving mom and the love of his life by his side

. year four when you got your promotion and you had to move for your job. that was another big step in your relationship.

. a long distance relationship? could you guys handle it?

. you guys had a long talk and decided that deuce would move with you. where you went, he would go.

. he left his job, you left your apartment.

. ace acted as if you both were breaking up with him. where was he supposed to crash now?

. well, that was for him to figure out.

. you and your boyfriend moved to a new place six hours away from the main city and got a new apartment, it was smaller than the last one but it was comfortable for you both.

. and this time around, deuce got a job faster than you both expected and you celebrated with the bottle of wine his mom had given you as a little congratulatory gift when you got promoted.

. everything was perfect between the two of you.

. year five was when one of deuce's cousins went on vacation and asked if his family could stay around your apartment for a day.

. you didn't mind a little company so you agreed.

. the next week, his cousin came with his wife and his two kids.

. the way you handled the children, cradling the baby in your arms and playing with the older one made him think of a future where it's more than just the two of you.

. could you be able to pull it off? would he be a good father?

. but when you turned to look at him after gently cooing at the small infant in your arms and smiled, all doubts faded in his mind.

. you both could pull anything off together and someday, hopefully, maybe even a family.

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jack howl ‹ savanaclaw ›

. you and jack graduated without ever telling each other how you felt.

. so your first year after graduating was spent separately. you were with ace and deuce in queendom and he was all the way over in the northern shaftlands.

. you both looked for jobs and occasionally you both would think about each other and wonder how each of you were doing and what you were up to.

. he often thought of reaching out, but decided against it. there were too many ‘what ifs’ for his liking. plus, what was he supposed to talk to you about? no, it was too risky for him so he just opted not to do anything rash.

. the second year, he got an email notifying that he and five other alumni would be in charge of the reunion next year.

. when jack went to check who the other four he was supposed to be working with were, he wasn't expecting to see your name and his heart started racing.

. this was his chance—your email was right underneath your name. of course, it would just be for planning the next reunion and nothing more but it also wouldn't hurt to catch up...

. as he was typing out his email to you—deleting, replacing, drafting—hey, should he attach a picture of himself? would that be too much? oh boy, his thoughts were going way too fast his hands couldn't keep up.

. a notification. and email. your name. jack having a mental stroke.

. you said you were emailing because you were both in the planning committee, but asked how he was and attached a photo of yourself.

. and wow you got so much more gorgeous.

. he responded and before you both knew it, you exchanged numbers and started texting instead.

. the late night texting turned into calls and you were talking each night.

. and when the reunion finally happened on the third year, you were both so nervous to see each other again. after a year of talking on the phone, you were both physically able to touch each other and talk face to face. way too many things could happen but you knew one thing was for sure—you would tell jack how you felt.

. even though you were a working adult, it felt like you were about to confess to a middle school crush. and you couldn't even see each other as often.

. but when you both finally saw each other, you couldn't help but run into his arms in a tight embrace. you fit there perfectly, as if you were always meant to be there.

. and to your surprise, jack confessed first and butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

. the rest if that reunion was spent chatting and catching up with your old classmates and being held by jack in his arms.

. now that he has you, he's never letting go.

. year four was spent the same way as the second year. you lived apart from each other so late night video calls that lasted hours were your bonding time for a while.

. until one day, you came home and jack was in your apartment.

. the way you dropped your groceries on the floor was all caught in video by ace.

. your friends decided to surprise you by flying jack all the way from shaftlands to queendom to celebrate your birthday.

. so you blew your candles, drank a bit and talked with everyone in the room.

. when ace and deuce went home, jack and you were the only ones left.

. he pulled out a little box from one of his bags. it was a snow globe. at first you thought it was an ordinary snow globe, but upon further inspection you noticed that the two characters inside were—

. “that's you and me. i had it custom made,” jack said with a blush on his cheeks, “i know it isn't much, but that's supposed to be how you and me are gonna look like if ever you visit my hometown.”

. year five was the year you got off a plane at an airport in shaftlands. jack was there with a girl who looked similar to him.

. it was hid sister. and though you'd only seen her and talked through video calls, she hugged you as if you were a long lost friend.

. you got in jack's truck, driving north away from the city. his sister talking and asking about you. she shared many silly things about jack when they were growing up, much to jack's embarassment.

. the paved roads soon became covered in white and the temperature grew colder. suddenly, everything around you was covered in snow. it felt like a winter wonderland.

. when you arrived at the howls', you were greeted by the warmth of the fireplace in the cabin, away from the city and near the mountains.

. the embrace of his family also welcomed you. mrs. howl was delighted to finally meet the person that made her jackie so happy.

. you now call him that just to see him blush.

. one night, he took you up the mountains nearby. he didn't explain why, it was supposed to be a surprise.

. you trusted your lover. so you took his hand and he helped you navigate the roads around the woods.

. it wasn't a long walk and jack kept offering to carry you on his back if ever you got tired—which you honestly didn't. in fact, it was quite delightful talking with jack while having a little midnight climb.

. once you reached the peak, you saw the view. the stars were littered in almost every inch of the sky. it was the most beautiful sight you've ever seen.

. “get ready for the main event,” the wolf grinned, grabbing your hand, “look up.”

. and right as you did, you saw the first aurora borealis streaks form in the sky. you caught them right above you and you couldn't help but gasp, mesmerized by the sight.

. he squeezed you hand and you squeezed back.

. the week passed you by in a flash. it was a great trip. jack didn't want to let go at the airport, but you had a flight to catch.

. you went back to your daily routine of video calls, but this time, everytime you see the picture frame beside the snow globe he gave you—the picture resembled the two characters in the snow globe the exact same way.

. you couldn't help but think how you wanted to come back there and, just maybe, even stay for good.

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epel felmier ‹ pomefiore ›

. similar to deuce, you and epel started dating shortly after you graduated.

. your relationship was quiet and only a few other people knew about it at first, but it didn't come as a shock to them when they found out.

. you two have always seemed close anyway. it was only a matter of time.

. the first year after graduation, he took you back to his hometown in harveston for a little visit.

. it was such a small town and most of the population were elderly, but it was quite a lovely place.

. everyone was welcoming and happy to finally see epel's significant other.

. his grandma was the most excited out of all of them. she couldn't stop going off about how beautiful you looked and how epel was lucky to have someone as intelligent as you.

. she told stories about epel when he was younger—pulled out the photo albums and all and epel was desperately trying to save himself from embarassment.

. his grandmother was having none of it and sent him to go prepare you some apple pie while she continued to talk to you.

. it was also the year you decided to extend your stay at harveston to help out at the orchards. you learned how to make apple delicacies, juice and others.

. you hadn't even realized it's been a year since you decided to stay.

. and year two was the year you decided to stay permanently in the small town.

. you quite enjoyed the quietness and simplicity of everything around you.

. epel's family adored you. from the little kids to the grandparents. it was as if you've always been part of it.

. you started working at the little flower shop in town and helped out at the apple farm as often as you could.

. it was a quiet life with epel so far and you liked it that way.

. year three, was when one of the elderly residents passed away peacefully. she had owned a cat who now needed a new home.

. so, you and your boyfriend volunteered to take her home.

. the cat didn't like epel at first, hissing at him when he got close. but you were a natural and the animal loved you and purred whenever you scratched and pet it.

. epel, however, only got growls and scratched on his arms from the fluffball.

. so you made it your mission to have your new daughter and boyfriend to get along.

. so while epel was fast asleep and your cat was also drowsily napping in your arms, you gently placed her on his stomach while he slept.

. she didn't object. in fact, she started purring against him.

. after that, she didn't seem to mind epel as much anymore. of course, she was still much closer to you, but she didn't scratch or hiss at him anymore. and occasionally, she'd even sleep beside him.

. year four was the year you and epel got yourselves magical brooms.

. you had the idea of using the brooms to pick the apples much easier and more fun.

. epel loved the idea seeing as how he was excellent at flight.

. he would zoom around the orchard and you would carry the basket on your own broom following after him as he tossed the apples into the basket.

. you were both a team, even after he got tangled in one of the tree branches and fell—injuring his arm in the process, you were there for him.

. you took over his duties and helped around the house doing his own chores for him. and he thought that was pretty sweet.

. often you'd see him in a bench with your cat as he watched you sweep at the leaves in the backyard, a content smile on his face and a ball of fur purring contentedly beside him.

. year five was when ace, deuce and jack came to visit harveston.

. it was time for one of the festivals and it had gotten quite busy. all the hustling and bustling of the small town filled you with excitement, as it did every year.

. but with your friends coming over this year, it seemed twice as exciting.

. you and epel gave them all a warm embrace after the got out of a taxi and welcomed them to the town.

. the residents greeted the men with happy smiles and warm embraces.

. you had so much fun, it felt like you were back at your nrc days again.

. and at the peak of the festivities, epel had managed to get you alone in your bedroom—well, except for your cat who was sprawled out on the bed in a starfish position.

. but you expected that. what you didn't expect was epel pulling out a ring from behind him.

. there were no fancy candles or roses. no fireworks, no orchestra. just you, him and the constant purring of your cat.

. but you didn't hesitate to say yes.

. because this was just how you wanted it to be. simple, happy, content and in love. you couldn't ask for anything better.

. when you told everyone, they all cheered adding one more occasion to the festival. the congratulations, the best wishes and the embraces from your friends.

. everything was perfect and you couldn't be happier.

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sebek zigvolt ‹ diasomnia ›

. bitchless

. still holds out hope malleus would date him instead

. sorry sebek stans, but yall keep losing with this man

. only benefits u get from him are free dental checkups from his dad

. bye 👋

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[francixoxoxo]

Modern!Billy would 1000% listen to Tom Petty and Bruce Springsteen, you can’t change my mind

He’s absolutely putting on his Petty record, skipping to Mary Jane’s Last Dance and singing it in the most dramatic voice he can muster, and you’re laughing at him, which was exactly his goal. If you’re doing something, I’m picturing you’re standing at the kitchen counter, bookmarking pages in a new cookbook, and you hear that damn record come on. You look over your shoulder at the first guitar riffs and you see Billy dancing up to you, grinning like anything, “She grew up in an Indiana town, had a good lookin’ mom, who ne’er was around!”

You can’t help laughing at him, but he doesn’t mind. He steals you away from the counter, it’s not a slow dance, certainly not to the harmonicas and guitars of Tom Petty, but it as dance all the same. “Oh my my, oh hell yes! Honey, put on that party dress!” Who are you to deny Billy a dance? You let his hands come to your waist, even singing along with him, to his absolute delight. He’d absolutely whistle that iconic harmonica line of Mary Jane’s Last Dance while he works, while he’s walking around, all the time, same thing with humming under his breath, “Into the great wide open, under them skies of blue..”

In his truck, he’d totally have a collection of Springsteen CD’s. The truck’s pretty old and pretty crappy, so there’s no aux, just a cd slot. “I don’t mind, baby. S’ hell of a lot cooler than a phone.” Billy would tell you, grinning boyishly as he pushes the manual shift into drive (btw this guy totally swears by driving stick shift and probably is appalled that you don’t know how bc literally who does). His favorite is absolutely Dancing in the Dark, and the moment the song comes on that man is belting. The more embarrassed you are and the harder you laugh at him the more he leans over the console, singing the lyrics with even more pride. “Ya can’t start a fire without a spark! This guns for hire, even if we’re just dancin’ in the dark!” His hand on your knee you absolutely shake your leg a little, ‘cause he knows you think he’s corny. He knows that you think it’s funny that he listens to the music your dad listens to.

But he also knows that you think he’s never been hotter, practically shouting more than singing, his brow and neck sweating a bit from the hot New Mexico summer in a pickup truck without any AC besides the wind blowing past. With his left arm hanging over the rolled down window, driving with one hand on the bottom of the wheel, the defined muscles in his arms shown off by his navy, sleeveless shirt. Those eyes peering at you now and then, those stupidly plush lips pulling over his teeth to laugh at you, tell you that you’re staring. So what if you are? Billy’s yours to stare at— and laugh at.

Might have written this bc I whipped out the Tom Petty record last night when I lost my phone

[butmakeitgayblog]

My Spotify 90’s pop playlist decided to queue up Candy by Mandy Moore.

You know where this is going…

Did AWTR Lexa ever have a pop-princess moment?

Dancing alone in her bedroom?

Imagining herself dating someone popular (Clarke 👀)?

Being the ‘It Girl’?

Any embarrassing moments all of us millennials would’ve had if someone had caught us alone in our rooms pretending we lived a different life with a hairbrush microphone in our hands??

Lexa never dreamed of being an It Girl. Not in high school anyway. She was happy sticking to the shadows because it meant not having to sacrifice pieces of herself as she saw so many of her classmates do over the years in the name of popularity and fitting in. Lexa was just Lexa, in all her nerdy glasses and too-big-for-her-little-framed overalled glory, and she liked that.

Her dreams were always for a bigger town. A bigger audience. A bigger stage.

But... it would be a lie if she were to say she ever truly completely kicked her crush from childhood. Despite how often she'd think that she didn't need anything or anyone in her crappy small town to complete her, she never completely forgot what it'd felt like being the center of Clarke's world for one hour every day in elementary school.

Yes it'd just been a stupid science project and god knows Clarke probably doesn't even remember it at all... right? But. For that week, for that one hour every day when they'd work together...

Lexa never forgot how it felt when Clarke would look at her and smile.

Just because it hadn't happened a single time since, well that was beside the point.

So, yeah. There were moments. Sometimes in her room with her headphones turned up (only ever to a reasonable volume. Obviously), listening to sappy early 2000s love songs instead of doing her homework two days early like she should've. Sometimes when she'd borrow her dad's car with an excuse that they needed milk, just to sing along to every bright pop song that'd come on the radio about how alive being young and in love made you feel.

She couldn't exactly relate. Not entirely. But it was as close as she thought she'd ever get. Riding down the highway and imagining the one girl who'd ever made her feel special by her side. Tapping her fingers against the steering wheel and wondering how good it would feel to look over and see those blue eyes looking back. To see phantom blonde tussled in the wind.

But then the song would end and reality would set back in, and Lexa would remember she wasn't the kind of girl who gets the girl.

Maybe one day. Maybe she could become that girl when she's out of this place and she can be more than just the nerd who is happy keeping to herself. Maybe one day she wouldn't even remember her childhood crush, the one who tries too hard to act like she doesn't care about anything for it to be convincing, but who still didn't even know she existed.

But she was patient. She could wait for that day. It takes as long as it takes.

She'd just keep singing songs until then...

[serenelystrange]

Summary:

“I am literally popping corn,” Buck says, “What more do you…” he trails off as he finally looks up and sees the man by the entrance that Taylor was eyeing. “Holy shit.” In which Buck crushes on the hot firefighter dad that comes in for the $5 movie nights, and then they fall in love about it.

Explicit

Words: 4,811

Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting. Falling In Love, Getting Together, Fluff, Humor, Laughter During Sex, Feel-good, First Kiss, First Time, Gay Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bisexual Evan "Buck" Buckley

At AO3 or under the cut!

“Eyes to the front, Buckley,” Taylor says, kicking Buck’s shin with one of her clunky Tredsafe shoes. “It’s DILF O’Clock.”

“Don’t objectify the patrons,” Buck says without looking up from where he’s manning the popcorn machine.

“What else am I supposed to do on $5 Friday?” Taylor asks, sighing. “It’s bad enough we’re wasting the weekends of our mid-20s working at a crappy movie theater. Am I not allowed to appreciate art when it presents itself?”

“Maybe do your job,” Buck sasses back.

“My job is the register,” Taylor says, “and until the hot dad actually makes it over here, I have nothing to do. How about you do your job?”

“I am literally popping corn,” Buck says, “What more do you…” he trails off as he finally looks up and sees the man by the entrance that Taylor was eyeing. “Holy shit.”

Taylor cackles in delight at his dumbfounded face.

“I tried to tell you,” she sing-songs, giving him a devious grin as the man and a young boy with arm-brace crutches make their way to the counter.

“Welcome to $5 Flashback Fridays,” she greets them with a sweet smile. “Two for Toy Story?”

“Yes, please,” the boy answers, looking up at her from where the counter nearly reaches his chin. He gives her a toothy grin and Taylor coos.

“Aren’t you adorable?” she says, before looking up at his handsome father. “You must get that from your daddy.”

Behind her, Buck silently gasps at her boldness and hopes she hasn’t managed to piss off a customer enough that they’ll have to deal with their asshole 19 year old manager. Again.

The dad just huffs a laugh and shrugs, before turning his attention back to his kid.

“Popcorn, bud?”

“Yes!” the kid says excitedly. “Can I get an Icee, too?”

“Next time,” the dad says quietly, “this stuff gets more expensive every time we come, I swear.”

“A large popcorn and two waters, please,” he says to Taylor, who rings him up with her bored customer service smile now that he hasn’t responded to her obvious flirting.

“You got it,” she says, “you can insert your card now, and Buck will get your snacks at the next counter. Enjoy your film.”

“Thanks,” the dad says, before shuffling his son over to wait as instructed, making way for the people that have lined up behind him.

“It’ll be just a minute,” Buck says, managing to look directly at the attractive man for a whole three seconds before he has to look away.

“Take your time, man,” the guy says, giving him a friendly smile. “We’re early.”

“I like the previews,” the kid says to Buck. “And the dancing candy!”

“Me too!” Buck says, grinning down at the boy. “My sister and I used to give all the previews thumbs up or down. Two thumbs if it looked really good or really bad.”

“Like on Twitter?” the boy asks, curiously, and his dad laughs.

“I think he means just literally a thumbs up or down, Chris,” he says, demonstrating the gesture with his hand.

“This was before Twitter,” Buck confirms, sharing a quick amused glance with the dad.

“You’re older than Twitter?” Chris asks, eyes wide. “Dad, are you older than Twitter, too?”

His dad laughs again and nods.

“Mijo, I’m older than Google.”

“Whoa,” Chris says, sounding awed.

“Here you go,” Buck interrupts gently, “now that I feel about a thousand years old. One large popcorn and two waters. Absolutely nothing else, of course.”

He hands the bucket and then the drink tray to the dad, where two bottles of water sit diagonally from one blue and one red Icee, a wad of napkins between them all keeping them steady.

“I didn’t…” the dad starts, but Buck just gives him an impish grin before tapping his fingers against his lips in a hushing motion.

“Enjoy the movie, guys.”

The dad gives him a conflicted look, but under Buck’s unwavering smile, he caves, nodding gratefully.

“Come onnn, dad,” Chris says, heading off toward the ticket-taker.

“Thanks,” he says quickly, giving Buck one last glance before hurrying off after his son.

Buck gives the next customers exactly what they order and nothing else, blatantly ignoring the amused smirk on Taylor’s face.

When Toy Story lets out, Buck tries his best to pretend like he isn’t looking for the hot dad as the patrons stream out, rubbing a damp cloth over the same section of the glass counter repeatedly. His plans are dashed when Hot Dad appears at the counter, Chris conked in his arms, head nestled on one shoulder.

“He made it right until the credits,” the dad says, laughing. “But this is pushing his bedtime.”

“We tried to tell them that kids movies should be earlier,” Buck says, shrugging helplessly, “but they don’t listen. At least it’s cheap I guess.”

“True,” the dad says. “Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you again. Now that the scary redhead isn’t watching. The Icee made Chris’ night.”

“Just Chris’?” Buck can’t help but tease, noting the sugary red tint of the guy’s tongue and lips.

“Didn’t want it to go to waste,” he says, “and this one’s mom is already gonna kick my ass for giving him so much sugar. I couldn’t give him two.”

Buck grins back, but deflates slightly. Of course this beautiful man has a probably equally beautiful wife or girlfriend waiting for them at home.

“Don’t mention it,” he says easily. “Everyone deserves a treat once in a while.”

“Still,” the guy says, “Thanks. Have a good night,” he squints at Buck’s name tag, “Buck?”

“It’s a nickname,” Buck says, nodding. “There’s a lot of Evan’s in Los Angeles, it turns out.”

“Lots of Eddie’s, too,” the guy laughs, gesturing to himself. “Even more Diaz’s though, so I guess I’m stuck either way.

“It’s a good name,” Buck says dumbly, cringing at his own awkwardness. “Have a good night too, Eddie.”

“See you,” Eddie says, hitching Chris more comfortably in his arms before heading off, leaving Buck watching after him with a wistful sigh.

The next time Buck sees Chris, he’s coming in for a $5 showing of The Princess Bride, this time accompanied by a beautiful brunette woman with striking blue eyes. The counter is thankfully when they approach, buying their tickets and snacks from one of the new cashiers before waiting in his section.

“So, I hear you’re the one who hopped up my seven-year-old on processed sugar,” the woman says, giving Buck a stern look.

“I,” Buck says, freezing, “umm. I mean…he asked nicely?”

She holds the stern gaze for another few seconds before breaking out into laughter and waving her hand at him.

“I’m just messing with you,” she says. “That was really sweet of you, thank you. His dad hates disappointing him.”

“No worries,” Buck says, unable to not return her infectious smile. “I hope you guys enjoy the movie.”

“Bye, Buck!” Chris waves as they head off, and Buck waves back, wondering if Chris had simply read his name tag, or if Eddie had told him his name.

They show Hocus Pocus every Friday in October, but it’s not until the third week that Eddie and Chris show up.

“This one’s kinda scary for some kids,” Buck warns Eddie in a quiet voice while Chris is perusing the candy options. “Have you seen it?”

“Not since the 90s,” Eddie says, frowning. “You think he’ll be too freaked out?”

“Every kid is different,” Buck says, “you’d know better than me. Just be prepared to have to explain what a virgin is.”

“They are weirdly focused on a bunch of teenagers virginities,” Eddie laughs, “that much I do remember.”

“Sarah Jessica Parker gave me nightmares when I was a kid,” Buck confesses, and Eddie gives him a bemused look.

“The pretty blonde one?”

“She creepily lusts after and lures children to their deaths!” Buck whisper-yells. “Her cleavage could only offset that so much.”

Eddie gives a startled laugh at that, eyes tearing up as he tries to compose himself.

“I’ll protect from any wayward vixens,” he promises. “But thank you for the warning, really.”

“No problem,” Buck says, giving him a surely dopey smile. He looks down at Chris before covertly handing him a box of M&Ms. “Enjoy the movie, buddy.”

“Thanks, Buck!” Chris says, reaching up and tugging on Eddie’s elbow to get moving.

“We aren’t worth getting fired over, Buck,” Eddie says, giving him a serious look. “You don’t even know us.”

“I won’t get fired,” Buck says, “don’t worry.”

He doesn’t tell him that he’s been paying out of his own pocket for the various treats he’s been sneaking them, he enjoys the simple joy on Chris’ face.

“In that case,” Eddie says, “maybe I’ll show up one week without Chris. We’ll see who your favorite really is.”

“Chris is absolutely my favorite,” Buck says, laughing. “Now go watch your movie before your child murders you.”

Eddie goes, and Buck has to take a five minute break to cool down the flush in his face from the thought of Eddie showing up alone.

“Chicken Run?” Eddie asks in November. He’s pushing Chris in a wheelchair this time, and Buck gives them a concerned look.

“I guess there aren’t many family-friendly Thanksgiving movies,” Buck says, shrugging, “they’re birds, at least?”

“I guess,” Eddie laughs, ruffling Chris’ hair as he takes in Buck’s expression. “He’s ok,” he explains, “Chris has cerebral palsy, and sometimes his PT really takes it out of him. He’s not newly injured or anything.”

“Oh, good,” Buck says, with relief. “I mean, not good. Not that it’s bad… you know what I mean.”

“I do,” Eddie says, “don’t worry.”

“I’m just tired,” Chris pipes up, looking up at Buck with sad wide blue eyes under his red-framed glasses. “And a little cold.”

“Where’s your hoodie?” Eddie asks, frowning as he checks the pouch of the wheelchair.

“On the couch, I think,” Chris says, looking down. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby, it’s fine,” Eddie reassures him. “I just don’t want you to be cold, but I think all the car blankets are in the hamper to be washed.” He looks up at Buck. “Do you guys happen to sell hot chocolate or something?”

Buck shakes his head regretfully.

“No warm drinks,” he says, before pausing. “But uh, Chris can borrow my hoodie for the movie if he wants?” he gestures to where it’s draped over one of the stools tucked up against the inside of the counter. “I’m not using it right now. If that’s not weird.”

“Yes, please,” Chris says, not waiting for Eddie to answer. Buck waits anyway, until Eddie shrugs.

“If you don’t mind,” he says, “he will probably get sticky fingers all over it, just so you know.”

“It’s ok,” Buck laughs, “I have a washing machine.”

“Fancy,” Eddie teases, and Buck can’t help but flush.

He checks to make sure the pockets are empty before handing the hoodie over to Chris, who drapes it over himself like a blanket and sighs happily.

“You’re kind of a giant,” he says, grinning up at Buck. “It’s awesome.”

“Thanks, kid,” Buck says, pleased. “Enjoy your movie.”

When they drop the hoodie off after the movie, Eddie’s hand brushes his just slightly as he passes it over the counter, and Buck jumps as a spark of static electricity zaps them.

“Damn rugs,” he says sheepishly, holding the hoodie to his chest as if it will protect him.

“Thanks again,” Eddie says, giving him a small smile before ruffling Chris’ hair. “Say bye to Buck, Mijo.”

“Bye, Buck,” Chris dutifully responds, his attention still firmly on whatever he’s pulled up on Eddie’s phone.

Eddie just rolls his eyes fondly and gives Buck a little wave as he wheels Chris away.

Of course it’s the first Friday he and Taylor are working together in months that Eddie decides to show up alone.

“Hey, Buck,” he greets as he reaches the counter, giving him a soft smile before schooling his face as he turns to Taylor. “One for Kill Bill, please. And a beer, whatever’s cheapest.”

“No family tonight?” Taylor asks, the picture of innocence that he doesn’t believe for a moment.

“Chris and his mom are visiting her family,” Eddie says, speaking to Taylor but glancing over at Buck.

“You didn’t go with your wife?” Taylor asks, frowning slightly, ignoring Buck’s whispered Tay! of admonishment.

“Ex-wife,” Eddie says haltingly. “They definitely don’t want me there.”

“Ahh,” Taylor says, back to smiling at him sweetly. “That’s good to know. Right, Buck?”

“You’re a goddamn menace,” Buck says, just loudly enough that only she and Eddie can hear him.

“Relax,” Taylor says, rolling her eyes and looking between the two men. “I know your favorite customer isn’t interested in me. But someone had to ask about the whole wife thing, and it clearly wasn’t going to be you.”

“Chris is his favorite,” Eddie says, just as Buck is saying the same thing, and they share an amused laugh.

“Oh my god, you’re both so dumb,” Taylor says, taking a deep breath. “I’m taking my 15, Buckley. You can deal with the family of ten that just pulled up.”

Taylor walks off, leaving them alone with just a few moments before the other customers come in.

“I can have two favorites,” Buck says, handing Eddie his beer, and the bag of popcorn he definitely hadn’t ordered.

Eddie looks up at him as he takes the food, wide brown eyes set in a soft gaze, but can’t seem to find the words he wants to say. Instead, he just nods a thank you and all but flees, leaving Buck to wonder if maybe his crush isn’t so one-sided after all.

It’s a couple of weeks before Christmas the next time Buck sees him, and while Chris isn’t there, Eddie isn’t alone. Instead, he’s with a short but handsome Asian man and a gorgeous black bald woman. They eye him curiously as they clock his obvious staring, and Buck looks away with embarrassment.

“Hey,” Eddie says as they get to the counter. “You’re not usually on the register.”

“There’s some sort of stomach bug going around,” Buck says. “I’m the last concession man standing. So please have patience when I take twice as long to do anything.”

“No worries,” Eddie says softly, just as his friends join them.

“Friend of yours?” the man asks genially. The woman just watches them with curiosity.

“Buck,” Eddies says, gesturing to his friends. “This is Chim, and Hen. Friends from work.”

“Nice to meet you,” Buck says, exchanging friendly smiles before turning his attention back to Eddie. “I do miss Chris though. You should bring him next weekend, we’re doing all the Santa Clause movies.”

“I will,” he promises. “But I didn’t think Backdraft was the best choice for a kid who already thinks his dad is gonna get blown up at work half the time.”

“Statistically unlikely,” Hen says, patting Eddie on the shoulder.

“Yeah,” Chim agrees. “You’re way more likely to die of smoke inhalation or head trauma.”

Buck stares at them all with wide eyes before putting two and two together.

“Oh,” he says, “you’re firefighters!”

“Did I not mention that?” Eddie asks, seeming genuinely confused. “I swear I did.”

“Guess it didn’t come up,” Buck says, looking at Eddie’s toned form with fresh eyes. “But yeah, that makes a lot of sense.”

“You should talk,” Eddie says, blushing red and looking pointedly at Buck’s well-muscled arms.

“My god, Shannon wasn’t kidding,” Hen says with delight. “Come on Chim, let’s go get seats and let these two flirt in peace.”

They take off, leaving Buck and Eddie in the awkward atmosphere they created.

“I, uh,” Buck says, rubbing a hand behind his neck. “I wasn’t trying to flirt with the firefighter comment, sorry.”

“I think I was though?” Eddie says, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. “I thought I was straight until a year ago, this is all still so damn difficult.”

“Oh,” Buck says, giving him a pleased grin. “In that case, I was definitely flirting. Feel free to continue figuring it all out in my general direction.”

“Ok,” Eddie laughs. “Maybe we can get a drink or something after Christmas? I’ll be working crazy shifts until then.”

“Absolutely,” Buck says, grabbing a piece of receipt paper and scribbling his number on it hurriedly. “Text me whenever.”

“Whenever?” Eddie teases.

“I refuse to be ashamed at how eager this makes me,” Buck says with an unrepentant grin. “Have you seen you?”

“Not if I can help it,” Eddie says glibly, “but I could look at you a little longer when you have the time.”

“I’ll see you next Friday,” Buck promises. “I’ll make sure to save Chris one of the reindeer popcorn buckets.”

Eddie gives him a devastatingly fond look before reaching over the counter and grabbing Buck’s wrist and squeezing it briefly before pulling away.

“Been thinking about those hands,” he confesses quietly.

He takes off before Buck can do more than gape in lustful silence, and he slowly slides to the floor to have a moment, not even the filthy carpet enough to distract him from the red-hot band on his wrist where Eddie’s hand had been.

Eddie doesn’t text, but true to his word, he shows up with Chris the following weekend to see the Santa Clause.

“Buck!” Chris calls, on his crutches this time, “I missed you!”

“Aw, bud,” Buck grins, “I missed you, too!”

Eddie pays for their tickets and snacks with a bored looking teenager who barely looks up from his phone, and them moves over to Buck’s counter to wait.

“Ok,” Buck says in a whisper to them. “You guys definitely can’t say anything about this one, ok? Because if they find the Keurig I snuck under the counter, they might actually fire me.”

“What did you do?” Eddie asks, laughing.

“Nothing you can prove,” Buck says, looking around furtively before handing them each a large covered to-go coffee cup.

Eddie takes them, pulling it up to his nose to sniff curiously.

“Hot chocolate?” he asks. “I thought you said you don’t sell hot drinks.”

“Yeah well,” Buck says, giving him a sappy smile. “It’s Christmas. You need cocoa at Christmas. And I’m sharing, not selling.”

“A loophole!” Chris says, grinning. “Nice.”

“Who taught you about loopholes?” Eddie asks, groaning.

“Tia Pepa,” Chris says, shrugging. “She taught me how to play poker, too.”

“Of course she did,” Eddie sighs.

“She sounds awesome,” Buck says, grinning.

“She is,” Eddie and Chris answer simultaneously.

“Go watch your movie,” Buck says, laughing softly, “adorable.”

“Merry Christmas, Buck,” Eddie says, “In case we don’t get to say it on the way out.”

“Merry Christmas,” Buck says, watching as Chris gets a few feet away before he speaks again. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he says, voice soft but deep.

Eddie ducks his head, and oh, Buck just knows he’s going to be addicted to making that sweet blush spread over his face.

“Soon,” he promises.

Buck can’t wait.

“Are you sure you don’t mind just hanging out here?” Eddie asks as he steps back and lets Buck into the house. “Chris is with his mom this weekend.”

“I’m just excited to see you outside of the theater” Buck says easily, “I don’t care where we hang out. And you’re exhausted from your shift, a bar would make that worse.”

“Thanks,” Eddie says gratefully. “I just didn’t want you to think I was trying to run back into the closet or anything.”

“I’m not worried,” Buck says, fidgeting as Eddie leads them to living-room where there are beers waiting on the coffee table.

“Then why are you so wiggly?” Eddie teases gently.

“Can I be honest?” Buck asks, stepping closer until Eddie’s calves are touching the front of the couch.

Eddie nods.

“Been thinking about getting my hands on you since Christmas,” Buck says, “it’s driving me a little bit crazy.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, swallowing loudly and looking up the short distance between them to meet Buck’s gaze. “Ok, then,” he says. “Touch me.”

Buck is on him in the next moment, tumbling them to the couch and sprawling over Eddie’s lap with zero hesitation, splaying one big hand across his clothed chest and tucking the other one around the back of Eddie’s head and leaning him up into a sweet kiss.

Eddie kisses back indulgently, letting Buck lead them and letting his brain turn to blissful goo as he does. He runs his hands under and up the back of Buck’s henley, tracing the strong muscles and wide shoulders under his fingers before running his nails lightly down Buck’s back, smirking against his mouth when Buck jerks against him and moans.

“Is it too soon to ask you to fuck me?” Eddie asks when Buck’s pulled away to breathe.

“Fucking hell,” Buck says, taking a deep breath. “I’ll do whatever you want, Eds, as long as you’re sure.”

“No real idea what I’m doing,” Eddie admits, “but I want you to show me, if you’re into it.”

“Show me your bedroom, then,” Buck says, sliding off Eddie’s lap and standing up, holding out a hand to him.

Eddie spares a moment to really take in the vision before him. Buck, flushed and flustered, and more than a little hard in his sinfully tight jeans, just waiting for him to take his hand.

Eddie does.

Time blurs as they lose their clothes and kiss some more, Eddie pinned deliciously under Buck as they lazily rut together.

“I’m not freaking out,” Eddie says with wonder, tugging at Buck’s curls to pull his head up from where he’s trying to bruise his entire neck with love-bites.

“Do you want to be freaking out?” Buck asks, amused. “I know I freaked out the first time another guy’s dick touched me. You can freak out if you want to.”

“Just thought I would,” Eddie says, “and I am nervous, but it’s a good kind of nervous I think.”

“I’ll make it good for you,” Buck promises. “Or we can do it the other way around this time, whatever you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Eddie repeats. “I’ve been dreaming about it for months.”

“You can’t build up my ego like that,” Buck laughs, “I’ll be insufferable.”

“Somehow,” Eddie says, reaching between them and circling Buck with a firm fist, his fingers just barely touching around, “I think your ego will be just fine either way.”

“Oh god,” Buck says, dropping his head down onto Eddie’s shoulder and fucking up into his hand. “You can’t keep touching me if you want me to be able to fuck you.”

“No stamina, Buckley?” Eddie teases, squeezing down on the base of Buck’s cock to relieve some of the pressure.

“You aren’t the only one who’s been dreaming of this,” Buck says, breathing heavily against Eddie’s throat.

“Condoms and lube are in the drawer,” Eddie says, “but you’re gonna have to let me move if we wanna grab them.”

“Mmm,” Buck agrees, “that’s a great plan. Love that plan.”

He pulls up onto his knees, dick long and heavy against his thigh, and Eddie thinks briefly that maybe he shouldn’t want all of that inside him, but his own dick very strongly disagrees.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Buck says, tracing his fingers lightly against Eddie’s erection, before pushing his thighs apart and dipping lower. “Fuck, can I eat you out first?”

“Might need to work up to that,” Eddie says apologetically. “It kind of freaks me out still.”

“Ok,” Buck says, easily. “Another day, if you want. Now, where’s that lube again?”

Having Buck’s fingers inside him doesn’t feel as weird as Eddie expected, and he tells Buck as much, laughing when Buck does and letting himself be drawn into a few long kisses.

“You really just have to relax,” Buck says, “lots of lube and let your body do the work. You’re doing great.”

“I don’t need a pep talk,” Eddie huffs, “I need you to… oh fuck. Yeah, do that again, whatever that was.”

“You’ve never hit your prostate before?” Buck asks. “Not even with toys?”

“Could never get the angle right,” Eddie says, gasping and clenching around Buck’s thick fingers as he rubs slowly but relentlessly. “You need to get in me before it’s too late, baby, please.”

“Baby?” Buck asks, satisfied smirk firmly in place.

“Baby,” Eddie whimpers, “sweetheart, darlin’, whatever you want to be called, as long as you get the fuck in me already.”

“I like Baby,” Buck says thoughtfully, before pausing to open and roll on a condom with the hand not currently inside Eddie.

Eddie would appreciate the multi-tasking prowess were he not losing his entire goddamn mind at the moment.

“Breathe normally,” Buck instructs, pulling his fingers out of Eddie and wiping them on the sheet to be dealt with later, before lining up the head of his cock in their place. “Bear down if you can.”

“This sounds like an instruction manual,” Eddie laughs, gasping as Buck pushes just past his rim. “It probably shouldn’t be so hot to me.”

“I can switch to porn dirty talk if you want,” Buck says dryly. He pushes in a few inches and has to take a moment to catch his breath. “Now I can’t say anything about how fucking tight you feel around me without it sounding like a line.”

“Sure you can,” Eddie says, digging his nails into Buck’s shoulders where he holds on. “Make me laugh, baby, before I do start to freak out.”

“Alright,” Buck says in an exaggerated drawl, “you’re so hot and tight around me, kitten. It feels so fucking good.”

“Kitten??” Eddie says, full out laughing as Buck slides the rest of the way in, locking his legs around Buck’s waist in a way that will definitely have him sore in the morning.

“You said make you laugh!” Buck says, moving shallowly as Eddie gets used to the feeling.

“Fuck,” Eddie moans, “you’re so big, how is all of that inside me right now?”

“Because you’re perfect,” Buck says dreamily as Eddie starts rocking up to meet his thrusts. “Goddamn fucking perfect, Eds.”

“Is it always this overwhelming?” Eddie asks quietly as they start to rock in earnest. “My skin feels like it’s electrified.”

Buck shakes his head and slows enough to kiss Eddie deeply until he’s relaxed again.

“You’ll adjust,” he promises. “It’ll be so good.”

“It is good,” Eddie says, “I just also feel like maybe my heart might burst out of my chest before I get to come.”

“Good thing I know CPR,” Buck laughs. “I’ll put it back.”

“That’s not how any of this works,” Eddie says breathlessly, reaching down between them to get a hand around himself. “Fuck me harder, I wanna feel it every time I sit down tomorrow.”

“Jesus Christ,” Buck says, rhythm stuttering. “You’re gonna kill me. Who will save you if you kill me?”

Eddie doesn’t answer, too lost in sensation to register the question, eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure, stripping himself roughly as Buck pounds into him with determination. Buck takes the opportunity to lean down and sink his teeth into the skin of Eddie’s outstretched throat, stopping just short of actually drawing blood. It’s enough to set Eddie off and he clamps down around Buck until it’s almost painful as he comes all over his own hand with a whimper. Buck grins and replaces Eddie’s fallen hand with his own, jerking the last of his orgasm from him just meanly enough that Eddie almost comes again from the pleasure-pain of it all.

Buck slows his thrusts to let Eddie adjust but he just shakes his head and squeezes his legs tighter around Buck.

“I like it,” he says, “keep going, it hurts so good, I swear.”

“We’re going to have so much fun,” Buck says, grinning as he starts to move again, Eddie welcoming every thrust with a broken little moan. “I’m never going to be able to work on Fridays again without a boner though, that’s going to be an issue.”

Eddie’s resulting laughter finally sends Buck over the edge and he all but collapses as he comes, filling the condom and pulsing weakly as Eddie squeezes around him.

“A+,” Eddie laughs as he catches his breath, once Buck has gotten rid of the condom and wrapped himself around Eddie like the cuddly octopus he is. “10 out of 10, would do again.”

“Maybe next time we’ll actually get a date in first,” Buck teases.

“You know,” Eddie drawls. “I know this great place that has $5 movie Fridays. Perfect place, really.”

“Imagine that,” Buck says, pressing a kiss onto Eddie’s chest. “It’s a date.”

The end.

[snazzilystoopid]

GUYS WAIT JUST HEAR ME OUT...

What if I started a series about an AU where every ninja has a little sister? (So yes Nya and Kai "have a little sister")

OK YES

IM GONNA DO IT

STARTING WITH COLE OBVIOUSLY 🤭

(tw for sh!)

This gif makes me so sad I cant-

Libble "Lilly" Brookstone

Named Libble after her mom's best friend, Libber

(Yes I hc that Cole's mother and Jay's birth mother were besties)

Nicknamed Lilly because she looks exactly like her, they're basically identical apart from the fact that Libble has her dad's eyes

Her family sometimes give her the nickname "Libs" or "Libby"

(Most people acc call her Libby now)

She was the "naughty kid" and she ran away alot

Gave poor Lou lots of stress 😭

The moment Libble turned 13 (abt halfway through Possesion) she started to bunk off school and do stupid things (smoking, dr*gs, that sorta stuff)

She grew up WAY too fast

Like she rly didn't gave a shit abt Cole turning into a ghost or any of that until Day of the Departed

After DotD she had a much needed wake up call (still just age 13 at this point)

She didn't go and visit her home for the holiday and she realised just how much their family had suffered bc of Lilly's passing

So that night Libble cried herself to sleep in the crappy apartment she and her friends were camping out in

a) bc she missed her dad and big bro and b) because she knew she had seriously messed up

The next day she went back to school and finally started making an effort

She realised she really loved sketching and she also had a passion for programming/machinery/tech

She decided she wanted to pursue a career at Borg Industries before she mustered up the courage to go back to live with Lou

She apologised profusely and sobbed and begged for his forgiveness

Lou welcomed her back with open arms

Cole was skeptical of talking to her for a few days but after a week he ended up going back to visit

and he was the happiest he had ever been when he saw his baby sister had truly changed <33

They had a family dinner the following night catching up on things

During the one year gap after Hands of Time she continued to go to school and actually got an education, and regularly stayed in touch with Cole (since he was with Jay looking for Wu)

She met all the ninja just after March of the Oni and decided that Nya was her favourite (after Cole ofc)

After MotM, once Cole returned from Shintaro, his veins up his wrist/arms would sometimes pulse a faint orange. Libble liked to trace them and would always say she wished she was the one with elemental powers as a joke

By the end of Crystalized, Libble is 16!

Aaand that's her story!! Moving on to random facts abt her:

Unlike the rest of her family, Libble can't sing or dance to save her life

She'll stay up all night sketching and sketching and sketching

Cole often calls her "Libbler the Scribbler"

Whenever Lou and the Royal Blacksmiths have a performance, she always makes sure she's on the front row

She used to sh as "punishment" once she returned home, because she couldn't forgive herself for leaving her dad like that

Her classmates called her a freak because of the scars up her arms and the minute Cole found out he was PISSED

She hangs around Chen's Noodle House a lot, and she always orders the same thing: PUFFY POTSTICKERS

She smashed the TV in the monastery of spinjitzu once, because of Kai and Cole beating her in a video-game

Shes usually quite a calm and collected person, but she can also be really loud

Simillar to Lilly's locket, Libble owns a silver locket which pictures her and Cole in one photo, and Lilly and Lou in the other.

Thats all hehe, but I feel like I could've picked a better name, I had literally no ideas 😭😭

(Just to make things clear, each sister doesn't exist in the same universe, these are all gonna be seperate AUs!)

Hope yall enjoyed and I think I'll be doing either Lloyd or Kai + Nya next! <3

[deusluxuria]

Random JJBA ending-credits animations I've come up with in my brain but I just have to write them instead because I cannot animate or even really draw lol

( Spoilers: Part 3 / Stardust Crusaders, Part 5 / Golden Wind, Part 6 / Stone Ocean, Part 7 / Steel Ball Run )

"Ghosts" by Siobhan Donaghy : Giorno trying to use Gold Experience to heal the Earth. Live-action or animated sequences of climate change disasters in reverse (i.e. the BP oil spill, wildfires, birds and fish dying during heatwaves, etc.), matching with how the vocals in the song are in reverse.

"Some Velvet Morning" by Primal Scream and Kate Moss : Doppio in his crappy apartment, doing some menial task like folding laundry or washing dishes, while dancing to the song. Not because he's happy, but because he's trying to be happy. It's hard to interpret what the lyrics mean, but I like to think it's about someone who feels very powerless in their situation and they're anticipating waking up one morning to everything suddenly being okay. During the song, there are imaginary colored lights in the room as if he's in a nightclub, somewhat obscuring how grungy and bleak his apartment is. But once the song ends, the lights suddenly disappear, and he sort of collapses on the couch with his head in his hands.

"I Know the End" by Phoebe Bridgers : The apocalyptic ending of Stone Ocean. It shows every Part 1 - 6 character's most cherished memories, before showing all of them sort of disintegrating into thin air and being replaced by a massive, silent, eerie void.

"Kim's Caravan" by Courtney Barnett : Once again, Giorno trying to reverse climate change with his Stand, despite how he's just one person and simply not powerful enough to do it by himself. At the end of the song, Giorno dies, having exerted too much energy in his attempt.

"Goumari" by D33pSoul and Habib Belk : The Stardust Crusaders group embracing Kakyoin (who never had any friends) as a dear friend of theirs. Mostly they're all in a nightclub in Egypt having fun. But during one of the slower parts of the song, Kakyoin is being lifted up on their shoulders.

"Deadwood" by Garbage : Mostly focusing on Doppio (who survived after Diavolo died). It took Diavolo's death for him to realize that Diavolo was abusive and was preventing him from being happy and having his own life with his dogmatic, controlling behavior. The main visual is a panning shot of many Golden Wind characters, who are lying down in a pink and gold river full of floating flowers, as if being purified from their trauma. There are flashes in between recalling the abuse that each character went through, and then of them escaping the abuser (or escaping a different bad situation).

"My First Lover" by Gillian Welch (content warning: abuse, drug use, graphic imagery -- in this paragraph of the post, not in the song) : A rather bleak sequence of Johnny and Gyro's lives before they met each other in the race. Both abused drugs and alcohol, slept around as a form of self-harm and thrill-seeking, accepted and didn't bother to leave abusive romantic partners. There are flashes of shaky camera shots showing bruises, vomit, blood, torn clothes, trembling hands, dangerous sleezy taverns, the open mouths of people screaming, the broken mirror that Johnny accidentally threw his dad into.

"New Skin" by Siouxsie and the Banshees : A more confident, assertive version of the same idea in the "Deadwood" one (Doppio breaking free from Diavolo). Definitely would be in live-action. There is a row of dancers in the background who are all wearing the same outfit and hair as Doppio, except they all have flesh-tone stocking material obscuring their faces. Doppio himself is in front at a microphone and rather jovially singing and moving to the song. There are flashes here and there of Diavolo being trapped in the death loop created by Gold Experience: Requiem. Towards the end of the song, the dancers slowly and aggressively rip off the material covering their faces. They are all completely different looking people, conveying that Doppio can actually embrace every part of his personality and identity rather than having an abuser simplify him to once face.

[bubbydarkstar]

For the characters that can drink, what are they like when drunk? Because I imagine Benny is obviously the sad sack drunk who starts crying wondering where his life went, and Elenor could be the dumb drunk thinking someone stole her drink (she drank it) and maybe Jackie could be the one who has to take care of her? Idk if any of this is accurate

i dont do much drinkin' so i don't have many creative answers to this, but i think benny would actually be a happy drunk... like he would just drink expensive whiskey and sing and dance and generally be quite pleasant to be around. i think in general benny is probably a sweet guy and his sadness wouldn't be something that he surfaces much, like i think outwardly he acts more like the smiling little demons and you'd feel more of his kindness than his sadness

eleanor and jacklyn no doubt drink a bunch of nasty trashy booze. i think jacklyn died before either of them could legally drink, so i just imagine them chugging vodka and energy drink fusions in jacklyn's dingy-ass bedroom

lizz definitely drinks, but she's like one of those people who get drunk really gracefully and if anything it just lowers her reservedness

victoria 100% downs bottles of $4,000 tequila in her studio and trashes her house for 3 days only to then produce a masterpiece painting the next day. i absolutely don't think she would drink in public, even at parties and stuff like that. i think she probably wants to keep the deep-down parts of herself deep-down

jessica is (probably???) too young to drink and a real goody-goody-two-shoes about it so she doesn't drink at all. maybe one time her dad give her a sip of whiskey when she was like 14 and she swore off it forever

cassandra gets drunk at DnD parties and ruins whole sessions because she gets the entire crew rowdy and off-track (but they all probably love her for it). her drink of choice is probably local brew rustic type stuff. like the kind of stuff where really it just tastes like the same crappy beer you can get anywhere, but she's real proud to be drinkin' something from her hometown, that sorta thing

jules uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh maybe she drinks rum because she's kind of like a pirate idk. im sorry jules fans i don't know anything about her i did not develop her as a character at all

rose, kiki, and colin are LITERAL CHILDREN so they do not drink

i got really sad writing this because i realized halfway through that i'm writing all of this about a bunch of dead people like jesus why did i even make this game

[adultswim2021]

Tim and Eric Awesome Show Great Job! #2: “Friends” | February 18, 2007 - 11:45PM | S01E02

Hey! It’s another episode of the Tim And Eric show. How about that! I don’t know if I actually want to go segment by segment; I’m gonna hone in on a Robot Chicken approach here; ignoring the very short bits unless they grab me (Whores Milk, Balls, and Bloody Balls - what am I going to say about them?).

I have a personal theory that the second episode of most shows have a very high likelihood of being disappointing. I have probably posited this theory on every second episode I’ve covered on this blog. To me, if a second episode holds up roughly as good or better than the first, that is a GREAT sign. This one is pretty fucking strong. 

The show opens with Cinco Balls Insurance, which in lesser hands could come off as dumb fratboy humor featured on the loathsome CollegeHumor.com. As Eric points out in the commentary track, the fact that the midget spins away with his arms up adds the Tim And Eric Touch, arguably a better name for the show. Imagine it (with purpose): “The Tim And Eric Touch”. Wow. This bit comes back later and bookends the show! See, this isn’t just random nonsense! It’s recurring nonsense! The man in the ad (Prance Stuard) is played by Ron Stark, and he will be a familiar face in the series. He’s actually pretty great, and seems relatively “with it”.

The hosting bit here is Tim and Eric are sporting fake tans, black turtlenecks, and attempting to be professional presenters, with Ron Lynch announcing their names before each segment. You don’t actually see Tim and Eric talk, and the idea of them trying to be professional isn’t actually communicated in the episode itself. In fact, this originally did have more to it: Eric questioned the effectiveness of this new (to them) approach hosting the show, and Tim was insistent that this is how you make professional television. This is all on the DVD as a special feature. In it’s original cut, Tim presents hidden footage of Eric saying that if the episode isn’t successful, that he’ll let the midget from the Cinco Balls Insurance ad punch him in the nuts. ALL off this pretense is cut out, so at the end the midget just shows up for no reason, and there’s not even a hint of the conflict between Tim and Eric. It’s also MUCH MUCH FUNNIER as-aired. One of the many examples where editing saved a Tim And Eric sketch.

NOTABLE: This costume and set is a lot like the hosting bits they did for the Tom Goes to the Mayor DVD extras, and some of that footage wound up in promos for the show (which show? Tom Goes or Awesome Show? I forget. Sorry). Whether this is the actual same shooting session or not is vague to me, therefore unknowable for the rest of all time. I’m actually taking this from the commentary track, where Tim & Eric bring up the Tom Goes to the Mayor DVD. I should have rewatched those bits, but, (j/o hand gesture).

Do Dah Doo Doo is the introduction of Ron Auster as Pierre, who sings a vaguely menacing song instructing children to dance and think about their dads. This is text book Tim & Eric. It’s crappy-looking, almost realistically so, and the urging of Pierre asking the kids in song “Think About Your Dad. What’s your dad like? I wanna meet that dad!” is creepy, but not in any significantly criminal way on a children’s instructional tape. It’s uncanny creepiness, maybe the funniest kind. This bit ends with Pierre swearing at the kids for bringing rotten meat into the studio. 

ASIDE: I have been to multiple Tim & Eric live shows. One was an all-ages show, and one was a 21+ show. The audience for the 21+ show was full of assholes who’d heckle Tim & Eric’s roster of, uh, “outsider” “artists” and eventually it devolved into them heckling Tim & Eric as well. The all-ages show, full of annoying, awkward teens, was beautiful. Honestly, seeing a bunch of kids genuinely star struck meeting David Liebe Hart was life-affirming (though I hope he didn’t get too close to them). Ron Auster grabbed me and my friend by the shoulders and yelled something like “THIS IS IT BABY! THIS IS THE NIGHT!”. He seemed so happy and stoked to be part of it. Just a wonderful, hilarious guy. 

Another running sketch (which is where we see Gibbons and Friendy on a TV screen for a few seconds) is one where Tim sends Eric a letter telling him he’s dying of Limp Lip, a fatal degenerative disease where you face rots off starting with the lips. Tim sends along a horrifying photo. He asks his friends not to send anything. Eric responds by sending him an ornamental hot dog to symbolize their friendship and love, urging him not to eat it. When we see Tim, we find out his Limp Lip is a hoax, and he just wanted to get his friends to send him stuff. He immediately eats the hot dog, which is almost certainly rotten. Pierre shows up on TV with a PSA about rotten meat being deadly, and to “keep your meat ice cold”. A post-credits scene reveals Tim contracted limp lip and died from the hot dog, with a creepy, animated, digital smile popping up on his face. 

Rounding out what else is on here: The Married news prank Brule into thinking Wayne has passed, interrupting his segment on cool cars. You can tell Steve is so excited to talk about cool cars. It’s so funny. When the prank is revealed, Brule flips out, running into a corner of the studio and spinning rapidly. This is one of my favorite moments on the show, the spinning. It’s just so goddamn funny. So thematic, this episode (the balls guy spun, remember? He spun in. There were no survivors.)

There’s the first “Where’s My Chippy?” bit, we find him, don’t worry! FUN STORY (MAYBE): one time, my friend (the same one mentioned from before, the one that got grabbed by Ron Auster with me) once got really exasperated trying to remember what Chippy’s name was and started stumbling on his words and eventually settled on: “YOU KNOW! THE POOPY MONSTER??” I am trying to hang out with him again lately and it keeps not working out, I wonder if he figured out that I’m GOING CRAZY.

Then there’s “Writin’ a Jingle”, where Tim & Eric compose the catchy “Rolo Tony Brown Town”. This is another bit of silliness that carried over from their website. There was a page of jingles they wrote for companies in a similar vein. It’s funny to me when they do their Papa Johns bit, or their Shrek 3 bit, that people ever sincerely mistake it for actual selling-out. One of the last things I did before the Novel Coronavirus Global Pandemic of 2020 was attend the Tim & Eric live show, which coincidentally involved a disease outbreak, which required the audience to be quarantined. Quarantining was in store for us mere days later. That show was jokingly sponsored by a real health insurance company, and even that got them shit. Also, this was the last time I saw my friend, the one I mentioned two times already, in person. Damn, I need to call him. He said he wanted to hang out! You know, work schedules and all. I’m just saying this outloud on my blog to make myself do it. I’ve been bad at being friends. The name of this episode.

MAIL BAG

I’m hella stoned right now and forgot what bags I covered so hopefully i don’t miss or skip any. KON WROTE:

EPHEMERA CORNER: Boston Mooninite Panic (January 31, 2007) Primarily famous for being the first time my dad was ever made aware of Adult Swim. Honestly that was the first time I felt like Adult Swim had "made it."

I don’t know how to unbold or unitalisize this text. Ahh! Tumbler is telling me i have to pay 5 dollars to unlock this or else I’m “g*y”. Anyway, this is a great call, and I’m sorry I missed it. I’m pissed off that I did. I actually didn’t do a whole lotta research for EPHEMERA, please make sure I don’t forget about whatever other terrorism happened on Adult Swim’s watch.

Love your little deep dive into fake shows. Reminds me that around this time Garth Marenghi's Darkplace was finally getting recognized outside the UK. A fake show on it's own but had the mind to put a talking head wrapper around it with the "actors" that I think set it apart from shows like Saul and often the best comedy bits came from that. If Darkplace was only show within the show I think it would've not been fondly remembered at all (like Saul).

I think it would be very fun to compile a (hey! I did it! I’m no longer bolded somehow! WOW NICE) definitive list of fake shows, and include which tier they are (MOVIE-TIER) (SHOW-TIER) (REAL-TEIR-PARODY) (REAL-TEIR) and the Most top tier would just be that Blazing Saddles TV Show that Warner Bros. made but didn’t release just to retain the sequel rights)

That's My Bush was so fucking funny dude

I legit loved it back then but I don’t know if I would now. My Fake Show of choice was Let’s Bowl. In fact, the first Saul write-up was originally gonna be me talking all about Let’s Bowl as the one example of what a “fake show” and decided to flesh out that concept. It’s just... wow! What a concept!

[hollyevolving]

Sure, let's re-do the 40 Things meme. Some things have changed, some haven't.

-

1. Do you like blue cheese? Nope

2. Have you ever smoked? Not tobacco, and not in many years

3. Do you own a gun? Nope

4. What flavour kool aid? None

5. What do you think of hot dogs? Generally tasty

6. There wasn't a 6. Now there is.

7. What is your favorite movie? The Crow

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Coffee

9. Can you do a push up? Yes

10. What's your favourite jewelry? The onyx necklace that Dan "Chip" Henley made for me.

11. What is your favorite hobby? Hard to choose, but in the end it's singing

12. Do you have ADHD? Yup

13. Do you wear glasses? Yup

14. What was your favourite cartoon? Belle & Sebastian

15. Name three things you did today? Worked, tried on a new tunic, watched some more Vikings

16. Name three drinks you drink regularly? Water, coffee, chocolate protein shake

17. Current worries? money, health, time...the usual

18. There wasn't an 18. "It's Gorgug. Keep going."

19. Favourite place to be? anywhere with good company

20. How did you bring in the New Year? alone

21. Where would you like to go? Everywhere, but Scotland is definitely on the list

22. Name five people who will do this? No idea

23. Do you wear slippers? I prefer cozy socks

24. What is your color? Black, delft blue, crimson, pastel pink

25. Do you like sleeping in satin sheets? Nah, they don't breathe. Cotton for me!

26. Can you whistle? Only breathing in, cannot whistle out

27. Where are you now? at my desk in my living room

28. Would you be a pirate? As in, living entirely outside the law and needing to steal everything to survive, having no access to medical care and little choice regarding food? No. But it's fun to pretend to be a fantasy pirate.

29. Favourite Food? Sushi. Specifically raw salmon

30. There wasn't a 30. ""All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies. And whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, Prince with the Swift Warning. Be cunning and full of tricks, and your people will never be destroyed."

31. There wasn't a 31, either. "In the same way your heart feels and your mind thinks, you, mortal beings, are the instrument by which the universe cares. If you choose to care, then the universe cares. If you don't, then it doesn't." -- Brennan Lee Mulligan

32. What's in your pockets? Nothing

33. Last thing that made you laugh? a tumblr shitpost

34. What's your favorite animal? Need context. Cats are my favorite housepets.

35. What's your most recent injury? I'm always injured thanks to my crappy skeleton.

36. How many TVs in your house? I don't own a TV (queue Harvey Danger)

37. Worst Pain? I regularly dislocate joints thanks to the EDS, my right hip continually grows and then grinds off osteophytes from its interior lunate surface thanks to a skeletal defect, I have been tattooed over my spine and over my sciatic nerve, and I can say definitively that a periodontal scaling & root planing hurts worse than anything else I've ever experienced by an order of magnitude.

38. Do you like to dance? sure do (my janky bones are more comfortable dancing than jogging)

39. Are your parents still together? Divorced, and my dad died about 20 years ago

40. Do you enjoy camping? I really can't camp out anymore; I can't sleep anywhere except my own bed, at home, alone. But I do miss SCA camping.

[blooming-violets]

Do you have any daddy Andrew!Peter headcannons?

Lol gonna assume you mean as a father with kids and not in the other daddy sense.

But of course I do!

Infant and Toddler Years:

Peter cried happy tears the first time he ever bottle fed his baby.

He insists on trying all of the baby food! He says it’s because if he thinks it’s gross, the baby will think it’s gross, but really he’s just curious. 

Peter never let’s his kids fall. He catches them every time. To the point that his partner has to remind him it’s okay for kids to fall down sometimes because they have to learn to get back up.

When he’s too lazy to put up baby gates, he just shoots webs over the open doors instead.

Uses his webs like a baby leash whenever the kids runs too far ahead 

All of his kids have him wrapped around their finger and they know it

Has the baby shark song and dance memorized. Gets stuck in his head all the time. Has 100% caught some bad guys while singing it under his breath. 

Young Kiddos: 

If he’s ever out late and misses bedtime, Peter will crawl into their beds and snuggle with them until he falls asleep too. So many nights his partner has been looking around the house for him only to find him passed out next to their kids

His kids ask him for Spider-Man stories for bedtime every night. He makes them child-friendly and often adds things like dragons into the mix for fun.

“Don’t tell mommy that I let you have three bowls of ice cream for dinner.” *later that night* “I swear I have no idea why they’re throwing up! Must be something going around the school.” 

His daughter has a fascination with bugs. Peter takes her on bug hunts through Central Park to see what they can find every weekend. They bring nets, jars, and magnifying glasses to study them. 

Always has his nails badly painted and in rainbow colors because his daughter wanted to do them.

Can braid his daughters hair better than any of the other dads

Makes all their Halloween costumes by hand. Makes the whole family have a theme each year. His favorite was their Addam’s Family one. (Baby number three was made that night.) 

Dresses up as Spider-Man and fully commits to pretending to chase the monsters out from under the bed whenever the kids get scared. 

The kids first sleepover ever is at Aunt May’s house. Peter calls to check in on them every hour. 

He’s the first one to volunteer as a helper for any of their school field trips. 

Pre-teens:

Brings them on movie dates every week and takes them out for dinner afterwards. Each kid gets their own special week night with dad to make sure that he stays a trusted person in their lives.

His kids are never afraid to tell him anything. 

When they go through a period of being bullied, Peter let’s them skip school and sleep in. Then he puts on their favorite music and forces them to have a dance party with him until they’re laughing again. 

His son loves the Percy Jackson book series so Peter reads them all too. That way he can have conversations with his son that speak to his interests. 

Peter often brings flowers home for his partner. His daughter mentions how pretty the flowers are one day. Peter then makes sure to bring her home a bouquet every time too. 

Teaches his kids how to skateboard. 

Teenagers:

When they’re too stressed out with all their high school classes, Peter will sneakily do their homework for them some nights. 

Spider-Man will watch over any first dates to make sure everyone is behaving themselves! 

Treats all their friends as if they’re his kids as well. Basically just adopts all the strays esp if they have crappy parents. 

Loves their emo phase. Listens to all their emo music. Knows the members of all the bands. 

He gets so excited when his daughter tells him that she’s into photography. Buys her a brand new camera. 

His daughter calls him drunk from a party one time. She says that her friends all got in the car to drive home but she knew better. He immediately goes to pick her up. Tells her how smart she was for calling him and brings her home safely. He takes care of her hangover the next day and waits until she’s recovered before talking to her about the dangers of drinking. He never yells at her. Never raises his voice. 

Will spend hours roaming the museum of natural history with his son.

Cheers the loudest at his daughter's volleyball games. She gets so embarrassed but he loves it. 

College:

Holds it together while dropping off. Lifts all the heavy stuff for everyone when rearranging the dorm room. Sobs the whole way home. 

Calls his kids every single night and insists they tell him all about their day.

If he doesn’t hear from them all day, he starts panicking and threatening to drive up to the college. His partner has to calm him down and remind him that they are adult now. They need a little space sometimes.

Peter doesn’t do well as an empty nester so he starts volunteering at a local youth group. He becomes a mentor to many young kids. He’s also conveniently absent on the one day Spider-Man comes to visit the kids. They excitedly tell him all about it the next day though while he sits there and smiles.  

That was fun! Give me more headcannons! 

[obnoxiousgremlin]

The Proposal , Lets fall in love for the night [o.w]

A/N- The reader is 19 and Oliver is 20. He’s already been recruited to a team for quid ditch while the reader finishes their last year of hogwarts. This is a non-voldemort a/u.

Warnings- just fluff, super cute fluff.

y/n-your name

y/m/n-your middle name

y/l/n-your last name

“Can i take my blindfold off now?” you whine. It was your five-year anniversary with Oliver and he had a whole thing planned out, from the entire day down till your outfit. You hadn’t seen him all day and he left you nothing but a note in your dorm telling you to slip on the white dress and matching silver heels in the box [whatever you say the man had good taste] he left and meet him outside the common room at 5pm. Once you were ready you went and were met with Fred, who proceeded to blindfold you and take you to Oliver so you knew absolutely nothing. And that’s how you found yourself in his position, hand in hand with none other than Oliver himself blindfolded walking to god knows where. 

“Not just yet, darling.” he chuckled , carefully guiding you.

“I love you Oliver , but if I have to wear this for one minute longer we are over.” You didn’t mean it, of course you didn’t mean it but you needed that blindfold off.

He chuckled again , “Almost there love-” taking a short pause, “- okay, we’re here now.” He proceeded to take you blindfold off but not before a song started playing. “lets fall in love for tonight and forget in the morning-”  you gasped when the blindfold came off, taking in your surroundings. You were standing on the bridge where you had first kissed him, yes you because even oliver who was super confident was way too nervous to actually make a move on you. This same bridge shared all your big moments, its where he first asked you out, its where you first told him you loved him, the feeling was mutual of course. He had somehow managed to cover the gorgeous light wood railings of the tiny bridge in white fairy lights, illuminating the place. You turned around to oliver who was dressed in a white button up and black formal trousers and kissed him. You grabbed his face and kissed him. He was startled but kissed you back immediately. You broke the kiss and touched your forehead to his “This is gorgeous babe, i love it.”

He chuckled and said, “your squishing the flowers darling.”

“Oh. Shit-” you stepped back and looked down embarrassed , “-sorry.”

“Don’t be.” he handed you your favourite flowers [a/n- my favourite flowers are white roses, so that's what im basing this on but feel free to picture your own!], and kissed you again. 

He bowed down dramatically, “May I have this dance , your grace.” He said referring to Bridgerton ,the show you two had finished a week ago after which you had taken to calling each other your grace, thinking it was funny.

You bowed back. “You may, your grace.” you said chuckling. And there the two of you were dancing on the bridge to finneas sing. It was your song, yours and olivers. You rested your head on his chest and he swayed. He turned you around, your back to his front and you hummed. His warmth seeping into you. Suddenly, he stepped back and you whined, he chuckled once again, “Just a minute, love.” and you hummed in response leaning against the railings of the bridge admiring the view of the water and the purple sky. Autumn was setting in and you couldn't be happier.

He came back and handed you a glass of rose champagne leaning next to you with his hand on your waist. You both took and sip and you hummed to the wonderful taste. After a couple of minutes , he cleared his throat and you looked at him. 

He took your hand and took a couple steps back. He seemed a little nervous but then looked at you. Clearing his throat again he said , “ Okay, so i had a whole speech prepared and i was going to say a lot of things, i can't remember anything right now. So, im just gonna say something and hope it comes out right -” you interrupted him before he could say anything ,”Oliver?” 

He lifted a hand so as to shush you and continued, ”Darling, I love you. I love you so much that I can't explain it. I love going to sleep right next to you and i love waking up next to you. I love your laugh and i love your voice and i love you. You take my breath away.I think i might love you more than qudditch, actually no, i dont think, I know that I love you more than quidditch.  Every time i look at you, i want to be near you. I want to spend my entire life with you. I want to build a future with you. I want to take every next breath with you, i want to grow old and grey with you.-” He took a deep breath , by this time you already had tears in your eyes anticipating what was happening. He continues,” - And I- and i- It is one thing to meet a beautiful woman but to meet your best friend in the most beautiful of women is something entirely apart.” He grinned referencing to Simon’s speech about Daphne in Bridgerton making you laugh. He took another deep breath , “ When i first started playing, i didnt think i would ever experience anything that would ever compare to how i felt when i picked up the broom. I never thought i would find love because quid ditch was my entire world and then there was you, equally as fast. Equally as cunning, equally as sharp as me on the broom. Thats when i knew i loved you, when i first saw you on that broom.I knew then that nothing mattered as long as i had you. That even if i didnt have quidditch and i had you everything in the world would be okay. y/n y/m/n y/l/n , will you do me honour of marrying me, of becoming Mrs. Oliver Wood and being with me for the rest of my life?” At some point he had sat down on one knee and was now looking up at you holding out a gorgeous engagement ring.

You wanted to play with him and say no but the emotions of the entire ordeal had completely overtaken you and you ended up saying ,“yes, yes, yes ,yes, yes i’ll marry you.” He picked you up and spinned you not before placing the ring on your delicate finger, huh that's why Angelina wanted to get her nails done with you. After placing you on your feet he kissed you. “Really? You want to marry me?” he asked resting his forehead against yours. “Of course i want to marry you dumbass , and even if i didnt after that speech who could refuse.” you chuckled and he joined you. 

After a couple of moments of staying like that you took a deep breath, “I guess this would be the perfect time to tell you that im pregnant?” you said looking into his eyes. The second you finished that sentence fireworks burst around you. You looked up in awe but only for a second before oliver turned your face to him, he eyes glowing .”Your pregnant?” and you nodded. “I’m going to be a dad?” he asked again.

“Mhm, i found out this morning. I guess that's what you get for making your girlfriend, well now fiancee pregnant baby”  you said laughing at him. He grinned before jumping up and down. He stopped and kissed you, his hands going to your belly. “This is the best day ever, the most perfect, goddess-like woman agreed to be my wife and im having a baby!” his excitement had you laughing. 

After a moment you said, “So about those fireworks-” he looked down sheepishly, you smacked his chest “-Oliver how many people did you tell?” you said feigning accusation. “might've told everyone in the castle.” he mumbled under his breath. “OLIVER-” he broke you off before kissing you again. 

You broke the kiss ,”that was a good way of shutting me up, love.” he chuckled, ”I know, can’t wait to use it a lot more when i finally marry you.”

As you two headed back to the castle , finneas remained singing ,”lets fall in love for the night.”

a/n-i hope you liked this, its my very first time doing something like this. Also i know the ending is kind of crappy but i can't think anything else. 

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Platonic Companions React: Cheering Up F!Sole

Cait - Offers them a drink or asks if they want to go out and get into a bar fight. If they decline those options, then she offers her hand and holds F!Sole's for a while. She might even hug them if F!Sole initiates it. Cait usually isn't much for initiating these types of things and she's horrible at cheering people up, but she will gladly try her best for her best friend.

Piper - Immediately tells one of her infamous stories of danger and her certain death and throws that typical hilarious twist on the whole thing. She cannot stand for her Blue to be sad and she'll likely throw in several hugs and maybe a few cuddles along with her wild story.

Curie - Soothingly strokes F!Sole's hair and sings a little as she combs it with her fingers. Most of the songs are in French, but it usually works to cheer F!Sole up because it is so adorable to hear Curie sing. Curie also will proceed to try to teach F!Sole how to speak some French if F!Sole doesn't know the language.

MacCready - Usually awkwardly tries to discuss whatever might be wrong. He's pretty crappy at comforting, but he will like put his hand on her shoulder and squeeze a little in an attempt to give a little comfort.

Deacon - Similarly to Piper, he tells a story. However, his covers the times that he has dressed up as different people and played tricks on folks. F!Sole can never really be sure if it's entirely true, but she tries to just take his stories at face value unless they directly affect her or someone close to her. His stories usually cheer her up from their sheer level of strangeness and hilarity.

Codsworth - Tells his typical nerdy, weird jokes that he finds exceedingly humorous that are basically like dad jokes but with sciency style. If that fails, he will usually move on to recalling times from the good old days when Mum, Sir, and young Shaun were all together. Which unfortunately usually makes F!Sole some bittersweet combo of happy and sad.

Hancock - Offers chems if she's into that sort of thing. If she's not a chem person, then he tries to talk about whatever it is with her. If it's nothing in particular, then he'll ask her to turn on Diamond City radio. When she complies, he asks her to dance with him, and inevitably ends up making her laugh with his moves and the jokes thrown in throughout.

Danse - Incorporates a bit more of that dry humor into their conversations in an attempt to make her smile at least a little. He doesn't know how to handle her being less than her usual self and if she hugs him, he wastes no time in enveloping her entirely in his arms in a giant hug until she feels better. His hugs seem to be healing for her.

Preston - Tries to distract her by suggesting something productive for the both of them to go do. After all, there's always another settlement that could use help. Of course, if she's not up to it, he's perfectly okay with just sitting and talking about nothing.

Valentine - Usually just asks what's wrong. If there's nothing in particular bugging her but it's just one of those days, he talks to her and tells her some of his best memories from the original Nick Valentine's life and sometimes even some happy memories from his current life.

X6-88 - Recommends an Institute therapist. He also explains that if she spends all day feeling sorry for herself or experiencing whatever emotions she's having, she is going to slow them down in their missions to the point that she is a liability. As a whole, he doesn't do cheering up. At all.

Dogmeat - Jumps up and licks her face. If this is not successful in getting her to laugh or smile (it's a very rare day that it doesn't work), he will pull out the big guns. He'll proceed to chase his tail like a nutcase and he'll sometimes catch it in his mouth and shake it a bit like it's some kind of terrible enemy. This always without fail makes her laugh no matter how sad she might be or how hard of a day it might have been.

Strong - Gives surprisingly motivating pep talk. His speech consists of "MILK OF HUMAN KINDNESS," "WEAK LITTLE HUMAN," and the most motivating words yet--- "STRONG SHOULD JUST EAT TINY HUMAN FOR BEING SO WEAK." Something about that always gets F!Sole off of her butt and on her feet to go do something more productive than being unhappy.