#please enjoy this MESS

[peaachietea]

here is a little thing about holding eddies hand during dnd . this is literally based off a few texts I sent the my bestie, literally almost everything I've written on here has come from a text that I sent to them.

Just imagine that every dnd meeting, you sit next to Eddie, in your special seat (Eddie literally carved your name into the back so no one would take it), hand in his; its become your favorite activity. That is it, you loved how warm his hand is, how he would squeeze it hard when someone rolled just right or how he placed your joined hands on his leg and it would bounce. He loved this too and didn't want to let go for anything, unless it was to go to the bathroom because he drank way too much mountain dew. He would always come back, snatching your hand fast, kissing it all over and telling you "I'm sorry I left this lovely hand unattended. I hope it wasn't too lonely." It always brought a smile across your face, which had Eddie go in for a kiss, smiling against yours and gained "Get a room you two" or "Come on Eddie! We are trying to kick ass here!". You watched everyone continue playing; watching Eddie laugh and make faces at the group, Dustin and Mike arguing about how each other rolls were weak, Gareth would pass a new can of dew to Eddie, and you would help with some of the voices of the npcs and it gets laughs from the group. Your favorite part of the night is when you'd walk out to Eddies van, hand in hand, recapping about the night. Eddie would not let go of your hand. You would try to pull away but he would pull you right back to him. "Just let me hold you for a little bit longer." He looked at you with his puppy dog eyes and you caved like always.

[missmouse25]

The Hunt - OC writing piece

please enjoy this sort of enemies to lovers story. i would recommend you listen to this song to get the vibes for the beginning of the story. first person pov // 1065 words // tw for alcohol comsuption and threats of violence.

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“I was wondering where you were. You doing ok? I’ve been noticing a distinct lack of daggers to my throat recently.”

“I’ve been busy.”

The room is crowded. Men in suits all talk to each other in an act that would make Shakespeare blush. Waiters pace the edges of the room with their noses in the air.

And of course, out of everyone that the world could throw at me, it had to be him.

“What could you possibly be so busy with that you haven’t had time to try and kidnap me?”

“Keep your voice down!” I hiss at him.

He simply shrugs and pushes his dirty blond hair back.

“I’ve been working.”

Nimbly, I relieve a waiter of one of his glasses of champagne and empty half it before the poor man has even had a chance to turn away.

“Surely your work can’t be more important than me,” Dante huffs as he removes the drink from my hand; much protest follows. “Plus, I thought I was your work.”

If I didn’t know any better, one would think the tinge of sadness in his voice is genuine.

“You were my work, six months ago. Now give me back my drink!”

Dante holds it not even a full arm’s length above his head but I still have to stand on tip-toe in an attempt to retrieve it.

A cocky smile plays on his lips. There’s a glint of mischief in his dark brown eyes that only grows as the band strikes up a new song

There’s barely time to blink and I find myself on the dance floor with my body pressed flat against Dante’s chest. At first, instinct tell me to get out and fast.

But the more I struggle, the closer he gets and the tighter his grip.

“Don’t cause a scene now, Miss Harding,” he whispers into my ear and it makes me want to gag. “We wouldn’t want to ruin your operation.”

“You ruined my evening simply by existing, Mr Price.”

To my great dismay, he’s right.

‘Listen to the music,’ I tell myself and let Dante take control of our movements.

As expected, he’s a good partner. A short while ago we started our own sort of dance that lasted five months. He’d been excellent then, of course this would be no exception.

“I do miss you; you know.”

“No, you don’t.” I don’t let myself go completely as he dips me. “You miss the thrill of being hunted.”

“True.” He smiles a stupidly handsome smile. “No one is quite as good at being a predator as you are.”

Almost as if on cue, when Dante lifts me back into place, I lock eyes with my target.

“And they never will be,” I retort, spinning myself out of his embrace. “If you really want to see me again, just do what you did last time.”

“What? Get into debt with your boss?”

It’s my turn to smile as I begin to walk away, leaving him alone on the dancefloor.

“Exactly.”

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“Juniper, get in here!”

Its not the words that make me flinch. His voice is the equivalent of drinking jagged rocks from a broken glass.

“Yes, boss?”

The office is dark, save for one dingy desk lamp that looks like it’s through a lot in life. The casino owner in front of me looks much the same.

“It seems that an old friend of yours has missed you,” he says, sliding a picture across the table top. “Can’t seem to keep his hands clean in my establishment.”

There’s a glare on the photo, but I don’t need to look to know it is.

“How much does he owe?” I ask, already standing up.

“Enough to push him to the top of the wanted list.” The boss looks at me in the dim light with dead eyes. “Do whatever you have to, Juniper.”

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Sitting on the balcony, I can see half the city - the lights twinkle as if they’re alive and want to break free from the world they live in.

The sound of the front door opening catches my ear. It takes him a moment to realise that something in his house isn’t quite right.

“Hello?”

“I’m on the balcony, love,” I tease.

I turn to look at Dante as he steps out of the apartment and into the darkness of the night.

“I see you’ve helped yourself to my booze.” He gestures to the glass in my hand.

“It’s compensation. You made this far too easy.” The wine goes down a treat. “Last time we did this, you went on the run immediately. So, imagine my shock when I discovered that you’re still in the same complex as before.”

Dante leans against the doorframe, an amused expression crosses his face. The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up and the black tie around his neck is hanging undone.

“Oh, come on, Miss Harding,” he says, laughing a little. “You know I’ll be gone in the morning. This as a curtesy call.”

“For who? Me or you?”

Finishing the last of my drink, I stand in front of my target. It would be so easy to grab him right here, right now, and do whatever I felt like. Drag him crying back to the boss. Let him go and enjoy the hunt for a little bit longer.

Or I could throw all that out the window, or rather off the balcony, and do what I actually want to do.

“Here’s a proposal for you, Dante.”

“Ooh, take me on a date first.”

“I’ll give you a head start. I know I’ll find you in the end. But in the meantime, at least for tonight…”

Dante cocks his head, waiting.

Grabbing the loose end of his ties, I pull him down and kiss him.

~

In my half sleep state, I hear the door click shut. Golden morning light seeps through an open gap in the curtains, hitting me directly in the face.

‘Bastard did that on purpose,’ I think to myself as I sit up.

I know he’s gone but still I look at the empty bed next to me. A yellow sticky-note pops out against the white sheets.

‘Catch me if you can 😉 – D’

“Fair enough, Mr Price,” I say to myself as a smile spreads across my face.

“Let the hunt begin.”

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

OMG SAW UR ASKS WERE OPEN AND I RAN SO FAST HFJDJSBS

Anyways ok so imagine *trips over my own feet* imagine uhm baking cookies *stumbling* baking cookies with Lilia:3

No pressure ofc! I hope u will enjoy writing this if u do! And make sure to drink after and take care of urself!

Flour Belongs In The Cookies; Lilia Vanrouge

Content; Gender-neutral reader, fluff, some pining

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; Cloudy, you do know how bad his cooking is, right? Besides that, I hope you enjoy what I did with this little prompt!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You knew full well going into this that Lilia … wasn’t the best person to leave around food. Well, you didn’t know to the full extent how ‘bad’, ‘revolting’, and ‘utterly cursed’ he was according to his dormmates (and adoptive family? Still trying to wrap your head around that one, to be honest). 

Yet, as you were both adding ingredients to the batch of cookies you were making, he had done nothing to tamper with the recipe or mess up by accident. Perhaps Silver, Sebek and Malleus were just overexaggerating it? Lilia has been completely fine, a great helper even! 

“So,” you cleared your throat, breaking the quiet (which was both comfortable yet awkward). “Why did you want to bake cookies with me? Not that I mind, just curious is all.”

Lilia looked up from the wet and dry ingredients he was combining and offered you a cheeky smile with a wink. “Hmm, do I need a reason to do so,” he breathed with a silent chuckle, sneaking some of the raw dough into his mouth.

You tutted, taking the bowl away from him. “I don’t need you getting sick from eating that now–”

But your attempt at lecturing was silenced by a small puff of flour being slapped gently on your cheek; a white handprint now on it. “RUDE!”

Lilia was having a good old laugh, from either getting flour on you, the shocked expression on your face, or a combination of the two (knowing him, it was bound to be the last one). He was actually getting pink in the face because of it; was he even taking breaks from laughing to breathe???

“Ah, lighten up! Plus,” he paused and covered your hand in flour and gently slapped it on his cheek, “there, we match now.” 

His magenta eyes were twinkling with mischief and you found yourself gently shaking your head and chuckling. Sighing, you picked up some flour with your hands and made it look like you were just going to cover the countertop with it, but you swerved, and slapped it into Lilia’s hair.

Lilia coughed, and rubbed at his eyes, trying to get the flour out of his eyes, but once he opened them again, you were gone. So we’re playing games now? But he just wheezed in delight and gave chase, a cup full of flour on hand so he could repay the favour. After all, since you both had matching handprints on your cheeks, you deserved to be bestowed some flour on your head.

“And here you were saying it was rude of me for that first move,” he called out into the dorm. They couldn’t have gotten far now.

He heard the curtains ruffle, and he floated over, not making a sound.

Peaking oh so carefully behind the curtains, he spotted you, silently giggling to yourself. And that’s when he made his move.

“Found you!~” And he sprinkled the flour over your head; much more gently than you did to him.

You groaned, knowing it would take a bit to get the flour out from everything… but the way Lilia floated overhead made it look like he was sprinkling snow… was he always this pretty? Even with him covered in flour, you still felt your heart flutter.

You mentally slapped your cheeks though, and got yourself up. 

“Guess you did… but that was fun,” you chuckled, dusting yourself off to the best of your ability.

The moment though was ruined by your smoke alarm going off; it was a wonder that those even worked, but hey, at least they worked.

Rushing to the kitchen, you opened up the oven to have a mass of black smoke smelling of burnt food of some sort enveloping the both of you.

“What happened?!” You coughed out, trying to open up the windows and doors to let out the smoke.

Lilia grimaced, “Ah… perhaps I set the oven too high.”

And even though you had fun making the now coal-like cookies, perhaps store-bought would have been better…

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Tags; @afunkyfreshblog @eynnwwyjth @identity-theft-101 @ithseem @lucid-stories @ryker-writes @twistwonderlanddevotee @xxoomiii

[eletainart]

Satanic Teletubbies, what more do I have to say

They are all so wonderfully cursed. Loved making those XD

[chiscribbs]

I finally finished it!!! Wooooooo!!!

Here's my entry for the first main round in the @tmntaucompetition! The theme was 1920's attire, and the AU featured is my Grown Apart AU.

(Okay, technically, Big Mama and her assistant are not competing in the contest - BUT I couldn't resist the opportunity to do a mafia boss/wealthy bootlegger and her two henchman thing. So let's just call them supporting roles, lol.)

Good luck to everyone in the next round of voting!! ❤

[rendevok]

I like to think of tumblr as a place that values it's creatives, but it baffles me how even here, people still somehow think it's ok to "post first, ask me to take it down later". In what way is that ok?

My time spent on instagram made me realize how much this practice sucked, and how pinterest is the worst of it. But even here, people still do it. I love art, i love seeing art, but i don't like how it is carted around and posted so carelessly. Please ask permission from artists EVERY TIME before you go and share their work on another site. And if they dont answer? Too damn bad. Respect their art and their choices.

[emeraldoodles]

Sometimes you use too much psychic powers and accidentally break a rib or two. It's ok, Reigen is the epiphany of *slaps roof of car* "This baby can fit so much physical trauma."

[the-kipsabian]

what is your favorite quote from the infamous hp fanfic, my immortal

[mattodore]

finally opening the sims so corn can make a friend—so long as he keeps his fangs to himself. she doesn't want her blood drained, corn 🫵 @squea

[captain-astors]

The Hanged Man.

[hockeynoses]

Happy Halloween! (a snz fic)

Male - cold, mess!, implied future contagion

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He wakes up to sinuses that are absolutely packed with congestion. He’d gone to sleep last night with a tickle in his throat and a bit of a headache, but he certainly didn’t expect to wake up to this.

His nose starts streaming the second he sits up in bed, setting off a tickle deep in his nose. Still hazy from sleep and a head that feels like it’s stuffed full of cotton, he only manages to get his hand halfway to his face before erupting with a thick sneeze – “heh-nnggK’SHO!” that forces the gunk that had accumulated in his sinuses out, covering his hand in mess, the rest escaping into the air. He’s left with twin trails of clear liquid coating his upper lip as he shivers, dazed.

Leaning over to the nightstand, he thanks his past self for keeping a box of tissues stocked there as he pulls out several of them. He buries his face in the soft cotton and lets out a truly ill-sounding blow. The sound of it crackles through the air as more snot is dislodged, filling the bundle and soaking through to his hands.

He throws the ruined tissues to the floor and grabs the box, setting it next to him on the bed and pulling out fresh ones. His breath scissors in his chest before he snaps forward with a violent – “huh…ha-AHH’EEHGGSHH’IUE!” that explodes out of him.

He doesn’t dare remove the tissues from his face, groaning as he feels the wet mess of it against his skin. He gives a damp, clearing blow, strong enough to shift the pressure in his ears. He’s forced to breathe through his mouth as he crumples up the Kleenex and tosses them to the side.

I’m going to go through the whole box by noon, at this point, he thinks, flopping back onto his soft pillows. He rubs his knuckles against his itchy nose, already well on its way to becoming pink.

It fucking had to be today, he laments, allowing himself a small pity party. It’s Halloween, and he’d been planning on spending the day making treats for the party later tonight, as well as handing out candy to the trick or treaters. He’s just going to have to power through. Maybe it just seems worse because it’s still early and his body hasn’t had time to wake up yet.

As soon as he thinks it, his nostrils flare and he’s surprised by a wrenching double – “ha’GSSHH’IUE! Huh..ha’NGGSSHH’uh!” At the mercy of his own body and unable to cover in time, the viscous spray of it mists the sheets in front of him. “Ugh… oh god,” he groans, swiping at the mess on his face with his hand.

Remembering the box next to him, he pulls out a fistful of Kleenex and releases a gurgling, cold-ridden blow into the waiting tissues.

“Fugg, I don’t wadda be – heh… ha’ERRSSHH’IUE! – SNF. I don’t wadda be sigg today.” Noting the squishy pressure that still clogs his sinuses after so many clearing sneezes, he resigns himself to the fact that he most likely has come down with the cold from hell.

Yet, determined as he is, he’s not going to let it stop him from going on with his plans. He can still make the food for the party tonight, he’ll just have to be very careful about washing his hands and covering his sneezes. If he has to make them one-handed while holding a tissue to his dripping nose the whole time, then so be it.

He should be able to hide his illness enough that no one will be worried. Hopefully he’ll be able to hold it off enough so they won’t take one look at him and decide it isn’t worth the risk. Hell, the way he sounds, even just being in the same room as him might be risky enough. But he can’t let his friends down, and he doesn’t want to miss the party.

Pulling more tissues from the box, he catches a harsh, scraping – “uh…huh…ha’NNGGGSSH’ah!” into the bundle, containing all of the dense, contagious mess that his nose is constantly trying to force out of him. He gives one last marshy blow before getting up to start the day, box of tissues in hand. If he can just keep his nose under control, everything should be fine.

[peaachietea]

I promise?

summary: what if you were there to witness the events of Eddie forthcoming

author note: this is a little fic I've been writing for the pass few days about Eddie Munson and the events that took place in season four volume two. I am warning y'all, it is quite sad and I needed this, so please suffer with me. Also I made this fic gender neutral.

fic warnings: character death, mention of blood (in detail), spoilers for season four volume two, 1.2k fic

The air was still as you slowly turned to see Eddie running towards the vortex of bats, you had decided to take off to help Steve, Nancy and robin; their walkie-talkie went dead and Eddie and Dustin said that they had everything under control, which was far from the truth as you watched from a distance. you had told Eddie to run, to get him and Dustin safe, he always listened but in this moment you saw the love of your life running towards the danger, knowing he was trying to prove something.

Steve had just given his speech about not being hero's and Dustin went back into the trailer to grab some things, you grabbed the back of eddies head, his hair tickling your face as pressed his forehead to yours, his hands made their way up to your face, “we make it out of this alive Munson, you got it? This is your year. You promised me a life on the road and I'm holding you to.” Eddie laughed, remembering the night you two laid in the van talking about your life after high school; he wanted to see the world and you wanted to experience every second with him, he brought you into a kiss and mumbled against your lips, “I promise.” Those words lingered, like lemon juice hitting a fresh cut, it felt okay in the moment but it strung the longer you though it would.

You watched in horror as the swarm of bats descended on Eddie, each creature hitting him and in that moment your legs had a mind of their own and they started running, you could make it there and save him, you knew you could. It wasn’t until you saw Dustin limping out of the trailer screaming Eddie's name that you knew no matter how fast you could run, Eddie's fate was sealed.

 Dustin had made it to him first. with tears in your eyes, you couldn’t make out figures but you could heard Eddie's soft pleads; his voice shook, “take care of ‘em for me” and his “I love you man” and Dustin repeating it back, choking on his tears. This was all happening too fast but why couldn’t your stupid legs run fast enough, if you were faster- all these thoughts faded when you approached Eddie lifeless body. Dustin looked up at you through watery eyes as you dropped to your knees screaming but no sound coming out, shouting out to this void, you took him from Dustin, saying over and over again “come on wake up-“ eyes wondering across Eddie's blood soaked face, each word had gotten harder to say until you were crying into his chest. time seemed to stand still, waiting for Eddie to come alive again; to hear his laugh and to feel his hands hold your face telling you everything was okay but seconds turned into minutes then it felt like an eternity.  

The other part of your party soon came and you could hear Dustin cry out for Steve, his feet running across the gravel, Nancy and Robin gasped when they walked in front of you, seeing you covered in Eddie's blood. You were whispering “my sweet Eddie '' over and over again as you stroked his face, throat raw and cheeks stained with tears. You could make out Dustin's sobs when Steve put a hand on your shoulder, “come on we have to go-“ “not without Eddie.” you laughed and looked up at Steve, pleading, “we have to take him home. he wants to rest at home, we have to, we can’t leave him here!" Steve shook his head as he put out his hand, “we won’t be able to get him through the gate,” you laughed softly, gripping on to Eddie's shirt, knuckles turning white, you weren’t going to let him go, not easily at least.

Steve grabbed your arms pulling you away from Eddie, without giving you a choice, he wasn’t going to lose- correction, he couldn’t lose another friend. Nancy closed Eddies eyes while robin went to remove Eddie of his rings and necklace but you already had taken them off, stored them in your pocket because you knew Eddie would want them back on when he woke up. Nancy looked to Dustin and took his hand, guiding him towards the trailer. You slammed your hand against Steve's back pleading to let you go, “he needs me! we need to bring him back! Steve please!” Tears began streaming again, Steve turned around to face you, trying to anchor you by grabbing you by your shoulders, “he is gone! we cannot bring him back!” “Steve..” Robin grabbed you and held you into her; glaring at Steve, knowing that it was his way of helping but nothing in this moment would make anyone feel better, you were sobbing loudly, grabbing the back of her jacket. She rubbed your back while watching Steve tried to make sure that everyone could get safely through the gate. 

You were the first to be put through the gate, Steve couldn’t run the risk of you running out when it was just you and him. Eddies trailer stood silent as everyone passed through. You grabbed Dustin realizing that you never once asked him if he was okay. You stood there holding the boy tightly, knowing that this hurt him just as much as you. Steve left the trailer the moment his feet hit the floor, cursing loudly on his way out. Robin followed telling Steve to breathe. Nancy looked at Dustin and you, “lets get you both hom-“ “take Dustin and get out of here, I'll be fine," You flashed her a soft smiling and pulled Dustin out of your embrace, wiping his tears, “he’d want you to be strong and you need to get your leg looked at.” You pulled Eddies necklace from your pocket and put it over Dustin head and placed your hand over it. Dustin begged with his eyes and you turned him to Nancy, “I'm going to hang here, just in case, maybe Eddie just needed a minute.” The reality had not set in you yet but Nancy complied, knowing the truth but allowed you the time to process, walking Dustin out of the trailer and you made your way to Eddie's room, taking in his scent. 

You looked into his mirror, passed his guitar and saw the damage, things finally setting in for you. Eddie was gone. Nothing you could say or do would bring him back. You sat in front of his dresser, head rested against the hardwood. You slipped his ring from your pocket and slid them on to yours. You did not have the ability to cry anymore so instead you laughed; taking harsh breaths in between each, thinking how Eddie should have been sitting here with you laughing, fiddling with your hands like he always did, talking about how Ms. O’Donnell was going to have just pass him because “the freak” could not return to school. You two would take the most silent shower as you sobbed into him, ready to hit the road that morning, ready to leave all of Hawkins behind but that morning would never come because he was gone, so you slid all the way down on to his floor, grabbing his shirt that was closest to you, it was his Iron Maiden shirt, you remember him wearing a week ago before everything went to shit, holding it close, just to get the feeling of him. He failed to keep his promise and you would never understand why and those two words “I promise.” would stick with you forever, longing for him to say them once again.

[bookwyrminspiration]

hey did one of you drop your pretty nature lady into my oddly lit cave?

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[ghostherlig]

i am very slow with writing atm with being sick and also my wrists are starting to hurt more now that it's getting colder- but here's some silly goofy random headcanons while im recovering!! (for johnny, kenshi, raiden, and kung lao) under the cut bc this really ran away from me- (collected over the course of this entire day as things popped into my brain, i apologize for the mass of words you're about to read :'))

johnny can play piano!! he has a grand piano that he really loves and he plays anything from classical to ost's to his own little tunes whenever he thinks them up- he has a recorder attached to it so he can remember them or maybe post his own song one day

(based off the previous hc) if/when kenshi is over/moves in he'll play at night and let kenshi listen in- but randomly johnny will transition what he's playing into the jaws or michael meyers theme and that's kenshi's cue to start running- because now the house is in hide and seek mode, and as soon as johnny stops playing, he'll be searching

kenshi used to play the violin growing up, but he dropped it once he was old enough and competent enough to commit himself to the yakuza- he can still remember some of the songs he used to love to play. he hums them from time to time and has been caught doing the motions of playing the violin before

kenshi loves animals but has an extra soft spot for cats and bunnies especially- he's a cat magnet in places where strays are common, they always flock to him (he for sure keeps catnip in his pocket when he can)

johnny loves his action and hero films but kenshi enjoys romcoms and horror- romcoms for the stories and drama, and horror films because the sound design usually slaps- he also can tell you what fruit or vegetable was absolutely destroyed based on the sounds alone

lao and raiden are way too good at Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes- raiden is on the manual while lao is on the bomb and they can crack the normal mode in like 45 minutes (they're a little slower when they swap places but they can still do it impressively fast (fastest speedrun time is sub 30mins)

johnny knows how to play mahjong after taking a role and having to play on-screen for five minutes- he wanted it to look authentic and thought "there's no better way than to actually play"- raiden and lao found out and now they're all trying to teach kenshi with specially made tiles with braille in the corners

kenshi is ridiculously good at poker- he brought a deck of cards with braille stamped on them and him and johnny played strip poker for a night- needless to say kenshi was smirking to himself as he switched his button up for johnny's

johnny can do pitch and diction perfect impressions of people he's heard talk for long periods of time- you can bet that a lot of his free time at wu shi was spent scaring his fellow champions by talking to them in liu kang's voice from behind a wall-

(based off the last hc) johnny only does it around people he knows well or as a party trick with different characters from pop culture- most often his power is used for evil though

raiden isn't a morning person and actually is super groggy in the mornings- the first thing he does on early days is take a cold shower to wake himself up

(based off the last hc) lao is a morning person and is usually the one to wake up raiden by ripping his blankets off of him- he's lucky he has survived this long, but he tells everyone that if looks could kill, raiden would have killed him long before he made it to wu shi

we all know kung lao eats for a family of five, but that man also naps like a divorced dad after an all you can eat buffet- he is OUT after he's done absolutely fucking up like five full plates of food

raiden really likes boba!! kenshi took him to get some after an errand run and he fell in love with the taro flavor- he also really enjoys winter melon and the regular thai tea

johnny always gets his boba with coffee- he doesnt really like tea flavors and no matter how many sips of kenshi's tea he has, he will always prefer his coffee

kenshi bought johnny a really nice espresso machine that he uses every morning- johnny didnt buy himself one before that bc he never thought he would enjoy making coffee at home and it was easier to just stop by the local cafe since they always had his order ready early- but he finds it really calming and really nice to slow his mornings down and make a latte before leaving for work

johnny, to return the gesture, bought kenshi a really nice kitchen knife since he knows the man really likes to cook- it sees a lot of use as it's a santoku that he basically uses like a chef's knife (it's his sharpest and most well treated kitchen tool, right next to his 8 inch cast iron)

kung lao owns maybe three articles of clothing with sleeves- all of them are coats for when it rains- oh and one hoodie that he stole from raiden that somehow survived when he went into his wardrobe and cut and hemmed all of the sleeves

when kenshi visits, johnny makes him coffee in the morning too but since kenshi doesnt always like the bitter coffee flavor he'll add some fun home made syrups- he has plain vanilla, but also has seasonal flavors like pumpkin spice, snickerdoodle, sugar cookie, white mocha, peppermint, etc.

kenshi LOVES mint chocolate flavored things- he especially loves the kitkat flavor and the pocky flavor, as well as ice cream- johnny CANNOT stand it, he's never liked mint outside of gum and even then he prefers cinnamon or clove gum (the first time kenshi kissed him he was confused bc he tasted like spices)

johnny keeps a jar of butterscotch candies on his desk for when he needs to brainstorm ideas- he finds he thinks better when his mouth is occupied (oral fixation haver)

(based off the previous hc) kenshi bought him some violet (the flower) flavored candy after he found out johnny always kept a stash- he also will refill the giant glass jar with butterscotch candies when he knows johnny is busy and will forget

(also based off the candy hc) lao and raiden also buy him hard candies- they get him ginger and lemon ones that johnny falls in love with immediately- he has two jars on his desk now, one for butterscotch and one for ginger

raiden really likes sketching and coloring- lao bought him one of those adult coloring books with mandalas and really intricate shapes and raiden finished all of it in like two weeks- he used to sketch in his free time and has an entire sketchbook dedicated to drawings of lao and his features (a lot of his arms, hands, eyes, and smile) it's hidden under his mattress

kung lao shaves his own undercut when it gets too long- normally cant let it grow out for longer than two or three weeks. sometimes, raiden will offer to do it for him so they can spend a bit of time together and just talk and be close <3

johnny definitely really enjoys washing kenshi's hair- johnny has a bit of a curl to some of his hair but he never uses the products he's supposed to or the methods he's supposed to when it dries- so it's pretty straight, but kenshi's is pin straight and doesnt tangle the way his does sometimes, so he really loves running his hands through it and has even convinced kenshi a few times to sit so johnny could put coconut oil in it for him

johnny loves coconut flavored things and purposefully buys ice cream bars that have coconut cream based ice cream- kenshi was unaware of this and was offered one and said yes thinking that it was vanilla- kenshi does not like coconut, so it was a very sudden and unpleasant surprise

kenshi cuts fruits as his way of showing love very often- he washes and cuts fruits for himself when he's stressed but preps it for others out of love and will often take apple slices, peeled oranges, cut melon (of any kind), or strawberries and grapes up to johnny's in-home office while he's working

johnny buys kenshi small gifts year round and goes crazy for the holidays and his birthday- he asked kenshi how he would feel if johnny bought him (technically them) a house back in japan- kenshi drew his line in the sand and capped johnny's gift prices at $2k per holiday/birthday (which he had broken before)

raiden keeps taxidermy bugs!! he always loved butterflies as a kid and his first framed butterfly was a gift from lao

please excuse any typos, it's later in the day now and my eyes are a little strained- i hope this was comprehensible, lol

[thepunkmuppet]

ok if this is just me then it’s whatever but for me teen wolf finishes at season 3b.

like allison dies, the end. the rest of it is what my brain and the brains of talented fic writers can conjure up, because it could be absolute nonsense and still be better than whatever the hell season 4 onwards even is.

liam is okay I guess. I like the season where stiles disappears. there are some (emphasis on some) really great moments and plotlines. but season 4 is such a fucking shitshow, honestly some of the worst tv I have ever watched, which is made even worse because I have to watch it play out with characters I love.

isaac, who had the potential to be one of the best characters, disappears without a trace, and later so does the wonderful kira

malia (who I high key really hate, sorry but she sucks) and scott get together at the end which is just. what the actual fuck

alison’s aunt comes back in the most contrived and stupid way I’ve ever seen (were-jaguar?? ik this show is weird and silly but give me a fucking break)

danny also disappears in favour of a personality-less gay best friend (sorry if you like him, he never did anything wrong it just pisses me off bc he only seems to be there for diversity points. I literally can’t even remember his name)

jackson comes back and is dating one of the also personality-less twins for no reason (and yet they couldn’t even confirm stiles is bi??? what a joke)

and the writing is just bad it’s just so bad… where the dialogue in the first seasons was campy and fun now it’s just cringe and borderline unwatchable, and the plot points are sketchy at best and completely incomprehensible at worst (aka whatever the fuck happened in season 4 I still don’t know)

sorry I’m really dredging up some 2020-teen-wolf-obsessed-in-lockdown emotions here but god I just hate it so much. there is so much potential in that show, so many great characters and concepts, but it all just devolved into twilight-level awfulness and honestly full on character assassination, all culminating in me not even giving a single flying fuck about the (objectively insane and exciting) movie coming out whenever tf it did.

yeah I love teen wolf but it finishes with season 3 the rest is up to fanfiction for me idk what to tell you 🫡

[paranoidkid]

brain collage. look at my thought process boy