#quib answers

[thequibblingking13]

i like ur new pfp!! the bestieeeeees!!!

Thank you!!! I felt like I needed to go back to a KHUX icon after the missing link cancellation so I grabbed an old piece I made for the homies a few years ago that I don't think I ever posted here :3 Bit rough in my opinion but I still love it and the concept was one of my favorites!

(Alvi and Vial belong to @zonerz and @thatalien404 respectively ✌️ Keykids live forever in my heart)

[themsource]

Billford Fanchild - Lydia Annabelle Pines

Unexpected, but Loved

When Ford had said that what he had to show him was something that he wouldn’t believe, Stan had been skeptical. He’d been everywhere, from the cold mountains of Colorado to Timbuktu, and had seen more than he’d ever thought possible—some of which he knew would have driven his weirdness obsessed twin right out of his mind with excitement.

Whoever this Bill guy was that Ford had been rambling on about and the confusing speech about portals and journals didn’t sound like anything to be shocked about. He’d been here before, got tangled up with the wrong people and messed with the wrong things, it wasn’t something that he couldn’t help his brother handle, he was sure.

Especially with how much detail Ford was going into as they took the elevator down to what was apparently his private study. Information was power, they could figure something out.

But as (ugh) usual, his brother had been right.

Because even though Stan was looking right at it, his mind was struggling to register what exactly it was that he was seeing through a thick, bulletproof looking glass dome atop a small white bassinet from which various cables hooked to several different machines led away, with an ethereal subtle blue glow ominously shadowing the surrounding walls.

A small bundle moved beneath the reflection of his furrowed brows and slack jawed expression as his heart thundered in his ears, so loud within a stillness that had snapped over the room the moment he set foot inside it, that felt painfully physical and suffocating.

He had to remind himself to breathe.

“...you had a kid?” Stan finally croaked, throat raw and cracked with disbelief.

Ford was quiet for a long time, unable to bring himself to look at him and instead choosing to keep his gaze on his feet. Eventually, however, he slowly looked up, a lifetime of regret and remorse in the bloodshot depths of his eyes glistening with unspent tears as they turned glassy and threatened to overflow.

“He was… very charismatic. Said all the right things and flattered me into believing that we were equals, and to take a risk under the guise of scientific innovation just as I had done constructing the portal,” he whispered, the words hardly more than a thin wisp of air. 

There was a pause.

A faint click as Ford swallowed down hard before reluctantly continuing.

“Bill reminded me of you… Stanley. He got to me in the one way he knew best… used the endearments, made the familiar crude and sarcastic quibs. Lured me into the belief that two worlds could be joined harmoniously despite the differences between them…”

Stan’s hand clenched tight into a fist as he looked down at the child, its tiny little hands working free of its blanket to reach towards him with a soft coo on its tongue.

Ford followed his gaze with a small flicker before looking back over at him.

“...I was a fool.”

The brothers were silent, the air between them thick with a decade of feelings still left unsaid, feelings that would remain as nothing more than ghostly echoes they’d dare not say out loud given the chasm between them.

A fact they both knew and secretly acknowledged with broken hearts.

There was nothing that could be done but to deal with what was happening now.

“What are you going to do with it?” Stan finally asked.

Ford’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“If you’re hidin’ the journals, what about the kid, Stanford?” He clarified as he finally met Ford’s gaze with an expression sharp enough to cut glass, a hard and cold judgmental shadow in his eyes.

The older twin slowly looked down at the child, and quickly turned away, putting his back to the both of them.

Ford’s answer was monotoned, resolute and detached.

“Dispose of it.”

Stan’s eyes widened.

The implication of his brother doing something like taking a life was so out of character that it felt physical how Stan’s world flipped on its head and turned inside out. Unnatural and surrell, because he could never picture his nerdy genius of a twin ever sparing a thought to something ‘barbaric’ (as Ford’s younger self would’ve said) like that.

He was still trying to process and get his mouth to work when Ford continued, “Given the offspring’s lineage, it poses a threat. If allowed time to grow, who's to say what the creature might do or powers she might harness? There is a reason that throughout history anyone suspected of originating from the coupling of a human and demon were… for lack of a better term, euthanized.”

Stan only heard one thing.

“‘She’s’ a girl?” He murmured, turning to look at the baby one more time.

The way she looked at him made Stan curl a hand against the center of his chest.

Ford spared a glance over his shoulder before responding curtly as he began to walk out of the makeshift nursery set in the corner of his study back towards the elevator, “Come, we have more important matters to deal with at the moment further down. Time is not on our side.”

Stan stared at the baby for a prolonged, awkward moment, trying to not think about the warmth he felt in his chest—mixed with the ugly dark feeling of jealousy—and how he both wanted to linger in it and get as far away from it as possible the longer he stared at the girl.

‘Ford’s child, his baby girl…’

He slowly raised a trembling hand, and gently rested it against the glass.

The baby’s eyes lit up as they darted from his face to his palm and back, the little tyke breaking out a sun bright and open mouthed, toothy grin.

Stan felt his lips begin to hitch up—

“Stanley!”

And just like that, whatever had come over him, vanished.

He let his hand fall away before sliding it back into the pocket of his hoodie, and turned on his heel with a bitter frown to follow after his brother. Why Ford felt he had to get rid of the kid was still a mystery to him. The whole nature vs nurture thing.

Stan was sure they could figure this out too.

All they had to do was talk, a lot.

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

1, 2, 24, 26 for the ask game!

Hey Leni <333

1. Unpopular John opinion?

I can't tell anymore what's popular or what's not because people don't really speak in direct terms these days but… I almost feel like it's unpopular to just… think John was a somewhat genuinely masculine and somewhat more feminine guy, lol. I feel like he's talked about in such extremes and whole parts of him get routinely discarded to suit a narrative. The Jean Jackets did it first and now there's an over the top counter narrative that doesn't feel true to the guy when I actually read or listen to his interviews

If that doesn't count then DOUBLE FANTASY IS AMAZING!!!!! I'VE SAID IT BEFORE, I'LL SAY IT AGAIN.

2. Unpopular Paul opinion?

I've been staring at this one for far too long lol. I think it's that I don't find him all that weird and that's like okay. A lot of the quotes by him people freak out about are mostly awkwardly worded but not incomprehensible, and they're usually expressing something more interesting than people give them credit for.

24. How many hidden quibs do you think are on Ram?

I don't think there's a ton, and I also feel like people overblow how many John thought there were? He was mad, sure, but I don't think he literally thought every song was @ him. It is interesting he specifically thought "we believe that we can't be wrong" in Back Seat Of My Car was at him, but I see why he would make that connection, really. Anyways, Too Many People (and the "I find my love awake" line is one of the stronger pro-McLennon arguments imo) and 3 Legs really, and yeah them there beetles on the cover lol.

26. Was quitting the Beatles ultimately good or bad for John?

:/ I think my answer is no because it was handled (mostly by John but not only) in the worst possible way. But I think there's a timeline in which he quit the band and it was good for him.

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

catalyst so babygirl coded. Let me give him a smooch in the lips. I can change him with the power of my undying love, I just know it

Okay so I got my ukelele, I got my microphone... oh hello, anon #35, I am planning my apology for every messages that will need to be responded because of my silly little quib. Teehee. Anyways, let's what xe's saying THIS time?

"I blame my delightful secretary for all of this. She knew exactly what she was doing. Flippant answer: why do you think he's got a relationship bar WINK WINK WINK"

You're the devil, you know that?

[fruit-of-infidelity]

Somehow, Scarlett made her way into Ryuuto’s house. Maybe the few black feathers under the open window was enough of a clue… However, she spotted him earlier than expected, his silhouette sitting on an armchair (reading? Sketching? Pondering?) with his back facing her forced her to freeze in place for a whole second, but she couldn’t back away now!

And so, assuming he already felt her presence anyway –either by instinct or by her perfume–, she simply walked over to him. Quickly. Soon enough, a pair of gloved hands covered the Vampire’s eyes from behind, “...hello~” the soft voice of the redhead Ghoul greeted him, “ha~ppy birthday~ Did you miss me? Well, you don’t get to see me just yet—” Admittedly, there was something she ultimately regretted bringing along, but it was too late to get rid of. In the meantime, she gently but firmly covered his sight from her spot behind the seat, trying to add some mystery while she still could.

“... it is a little embarrassing. I haven’t come bearing gifts this time, but… you see, the bakery was closed, I don’t know how to cook, there’s no way I’d bring a whole musical instrument all the way here by myself to play something, and—… sigh. Gifts are getting harder and harder to make, and it’s all your fault.”

Despite the pouty tone of her ramble, there was a little disappointment hidden in that sigh, directed to herself for the most part, of course. Nevertheless, she quickly recovered. The hands that held his face tilted his head back just as gently, enough to ensure that her eyes would be right above his when she finally allowed him to see again.

“...But I won’t let that stop me from trying. So, I thought…” looking into an upside down version of Ryuuto’s green hues, she offered a cheeky smile, “...what if I spoiled you myself today~? You get to choose how, but don’t make me regret this and take too much advantage of my special gift, okay? It so happens to be something I rarely do for anyone, as well... fufu, so? Do we have a deal? Or should I come back tomorrow with a cinnamon roll instead?”

Her hands slowly lowered to rest on his shoulders. Her own hair, despite her attempts, did not completely hide or exhibit the particular choker she decided to wear for that occasion...

[ Ryuuto's head lifted as he sensed her movement. Dropping by without so much as a warning? How inconsiderate~. Still, his patience served him well; As she covered his gaze, in anticipation of what was to come next, a smile snuck upon his lips. ]

"I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me."

[ Despite this taunt, he didn't interrupt her further as she spoke thereafter. Instead, he was willing to sit back and let her explain herself, and this surprise visit. There was oh-so many quibs that danced on the tip of his tongues at her excuses, but he repressed his desire to be a complete pain-in-the-ass, and - instead - found himself without any need to speak as he was directed to gaze into those all-too-familiar purple eyes. ]

"Ambitious~. You think you can spoil me... all on your lonesome? I'm a hard man to please, you do realise? Fufufu."

[ His eyes flickered down to that choker the very moment she let it come into view, and he drew in a breath. Not because he needed to breathe, oh no... But something about the sight before him suddenly urged it from him. ]

"You know, I rarely say no to a cinnamon roll..."

[ Biting at his bottom lip oh-so softly, pretending to contemplate her offer - although he doubted he was fooling her - he finally found just the right words to answer her. ]

"But, I suppose that depends on how you taste."

[procrastinatingfeminist]

Yeah this is this one thing i feel ambivalent about. On one hand a well known actor (any celebrity not grandfathered into their money and privilege, actually, actors ain't that speshful) has the reach and the audience that very few people in the world can command. Look how many people Taylor Swift compelled to register to vote, just with a few compassionate tweets. Look on the other spectrum of the example, of how many vicious, despicable misogynists has JKR managed to instrumentalize in ostrasizing an Olympic athlete, just because of her greed and because the only thing keeping her relevant anymore is tearing into women so deviate from the western white beauty standard. So, obviously, Pedro does have a lot of power that he can wield. And he often did it, for good cause, when he spoke out about being an ally to trans people, and probably other things too.

On the other hand, his job is being an actor, not the UN ambassador. An actor is, when you get down to it, only a person, who is encumbered by their own limited intelligence, their biases, their beliefs, their cultural upbringing. Why do we constantly harass them to demonstrate model behaviours, to have the right answers about god, and universe, and everything? It is not fair to them. It becomes even more ridiculous when grown ass men and women start asking barely grown up child actors for answers that they should have already intuited themselves, for fucks sake, if they weren't so morally and intellectually bankrupt!!! You don't need Daniel Radcliffe saying to you that bullying is bad or the Seamus, Dean and Neville actors declaring that being homophobic is actually kinda cringe. Pierce Morgan isn't going to be suddenly converted by their quotes, and if this old ass fuck still haven't haven't learned by now how harmful his beliefs are, no amount of badgering a celebrity into voicing their opinion is going to change that, because it is no longer about lack of knowledge, but about lack of moral integrity. Actors aren't superior human beings just because they are famous. They have a pretty specific skill set, and thats it. Some are smart, some are geniuses, but some are also actually pretty dumb, and some are vile. There are plenty actors who happily voted leopard party, before they discovered that their faces are not immune from being eaten.

And on the other other hand, the situation today is not what it was eight years ago, six years ago. US is becoming a full blown fascist state with no checks and balances. Last election period you could still go "lets agree to disagree" without facing career-ending - god, i would actually go so far as to say life-ending - consequences, because the plurality of opinions was still practiced. Now? If someone famous like Pedro fucking Pascal, someone who Disney corporation is invested in backing, because he is the face of one of their best known Star Wars franchises, feels unsafe to offer a public opinion? This is pure, unadelterated fascism. There is no quibbing about it. His career is tied to Hollywood. I bet he already thought about quietly disappearing to Denmark for a few years and starring in a couple of indie european movies - it's not like he hurts for money - but no country in Europe has big enough movie making market to be a long-term solution. And if Trump guts the movie industry with his tariffs as he spouted off, it won't even be an option, because once you go, you are out. And that kind of suffocating, gut-heaving existential fear changes a person. I thankfully remember it only with a distant haziness that comes from living your childhood in such a regime, and it still keeps me up in cold sweat from time to time, and he seems to have a similar experience, but what does it say about our timeline that this feeling is increasingly becoming familiar like it is here to stay, like an unwanted roommate that doesn't pay rent and mooches off your groceries, but you also cannot evict?

Pedro Pascal EDDINGTON - Press Conference - Cannes 2025

[quibliography]

The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune

Synopsis:  This novel is about case worker Linus Baker's special assignment to inspect the well-being of the magical children and their interesting keeper in a mysterious house off the coast. Linus has been doing the same job very diligently for the last thirteen years and he likes his life just as it is. When he gets called up to Extremely Upper Management to be given a highly-classified and super secret assignment, every facet of his life is uprooted. With a single suitcase and his cat Calliope, Linus leaves behind the gray rainy city life to travel out to something he'd only ever gazed at longingly on his mouse pad - the brilliant blue sea. When he arrives, it's not only the hidden nature of the children that he must evaluate but also the strange and curiously charming caretaker. As he gets to know them day by day, Linus starts to wonder who needs more protection, the world or the endearingly-odd family living in the house in the cerulean sea.

My Quibs: It was a very cute, quaint story. I think I had the wrong impression when I started although I knew nothing so I'm not even sure where I drew whatever impression I had. But ultimately it's like a PBS kids special - very family-forward, family-friendly, positive message, happily ever after. Our hero is a lovable 40+ year-old wall flower and is pushed reluctantly onto a journey of self-discovery. He's essentially a child in an adult's body. His life is a security blanket and he starts the story with a naivety about how the world works. And despite being the hero of the story, it's really the odd ball family in the house by the sea that rescues him from himself. They are the ones that give him the clarity and resolution to do the "right" thing. Now this is where I was hoping to see some adversity. The discovery of learning who someone is beyond some redacted documents or even first few impressions is adorable and endearing. Especially when its getting to know a whole crew of precocious children. But when Linus is faced with the prejudice of the town, with the reality of the kids' reality, I wanted to see the struggle. Strength comes from adversity and not just a light bulb realization with a little finger wagging. It's a bit easier to step forward and stand tall when you believe you have love and community behind you, when you have an unwavering belief in yourself that was there all along and only needed the kindness of a familiar stranger to bring out. Blrgmfpeblavhr. Cute, I guess. Maybe way back in the day, all we needed was to speak out, but nowadays? We need messages that are tougher. What if he hadn't fallen in love with these kids on the island? Would Linus still do what's right and stand up for them? What if Linus wasn't internally already so sassy? Where would he draw the strength to face the townspeople? What if the Mayor of the town wasn't already standing beside him? Would he face down an entire town himself? It's a cute story but when you see dominoes lined up so nicely and fall down so neatly, it doesn't help me escape my reality. It creates an obvious stark contrast to how the world actually doesn't work.

Should you read it? I don't want to discourage anyone from reading it, but make sure you have a real sweet tooth. As another reviewer put it, there's a lot of "saccharine feelings".

Similar reads? This book doesn't really fall in my wheelhouse or section of fiction that I usually draw from so can't answer this question sadly.

(Spoiler Alert!) I mean, the novel is pretty predictable. That's what makes it so comforting, or in my opinion, dragging. There's no unexpected twists or pitfalls that can't be fixed or overcome by the next chapter. The kids warm up to him pretty quickly and he to them. He and Arthur have a slow-burning romance that never really hits a bump except for the classic romance airport scene when one decides to leave but then realizes their big mistake and rushes back to open arms. All of these I could get past but the "conflict" with the town was an even smaller speed bump. Incredibly. When they go on a field trip out there, I was hoping to see how the kids handled prejudice and how the adults would navigate defense and growth. But nope, not only were several interactions cordial, but they make a strong ally right off the bat. The major of the town not only 1) is immediately polite to them, 2) admits and corrects her misjudgment by accepting an offer to visit the island, and then 3) defends them against her own townspeople. Sure, all it takes is the first step, changing one mind at a time, but damn it is nice when that first mind is the one in freaking government power. And the people who acted on their prejudice all receive swift punishment. If only the real world looked like this. Instead of making me feel warm and fuzzy, The House in the Cerulean Sea just made me a little bit more cynical. Oops.

What did you think of The House in the Cerulean Sea?

[tanketorskk]

Yes!! All of that obsessing over what could have possibly been said leading to weird sort of-obsession (since there's not really a better word) with Snape!!

Ahhsshhaa I need you to hear me about him in GoF 😔 please just hear me out about how not normal that shit was even for a man spending god even knows how long obsessed like WHY is he so clingy?? Like he had an actual ex gf there too! And a sort of-ex headmaster!! And ex-peers!! And an ex-arrester!! But he latched onto Snape in like,, such an unhealthy way but also one that was just so much more than "I need him to listen to me"

Maybe I'm not explaining it well but Igor NEEDED Snape, not just like the company but to make sure he wasn't saying anything about Igor and just,, it was so much more than a worried preoccupation. Riddle me this, Quib-man: why did Igor care so fucking much about Snape listening to him? Like I get it, he followed him around because he was ignoring him but he explained himself so many times! And Snape listened to them! Like after the Yule Ball and in the closest (no pun intended). Igor went above and beyond explaining himself when he didn't even need to, he went above and beyond "oh, no, what's be saying about me", he went above and beyond just warning him- and why would he even want to warn him that badly? He proved to be a total coward in the past, so why did he wait so long when he made a big deal about knowing that everything is about to go to shit again? Why did he spend every last moment with Snape until he just couldn't? Why was he so insistent?? That's not normal!!

Idk if I think they had like any good or potentially romantic feelings before the first war, but COME THE FUCK ONN MAN that is not a man who doesn't feel something towards an ex fuck

I had such a long beautiful rant typed out to answer this and then tumblr very homophobicly deleted everything I’d written because I took a picture of my dog being cute. This is a modern hate crime ahhhhhh

I’m dying at the “Riddle me this, Quib-man” and I think everyone needs to start addressing me like that actually lmaooo

Igor is literally insane. Like,,,, nothing he does will ever be 100% normal but also like,,, at this point he’s just losing his mind. He’s scared in a way he’s not been in years. He needs some sort of reassurance, some kind of understanding, an ally even and who does he go to? Severus. He could have easily approached someone like Charity, hell she might even have believed him when he said he was not a bad person even tho,,, we all know he never quite escaped that but he doesn’t. I think he considers it but he knows at the end of the day that she’s never going to understand it the same way Severus is.

She’s got no clue what it feels like for his skin to burn, to be called upon by darkness so evil that’s it’s literally soul splitting. I would not be surprised if he’s killed people, honestly, his own soul is no longer intact and perhaps he hopes Severus is the same just so they can understand each other once more?

He wanted to know what Severus knew, he wanted to know what Severus had said, he needed to be in control somehow and through Severus he was hoping to grasp at just a bit of it. And imagine how pathetic it must have felt. He’s spent the last many years building walls and a reputation for being ruthless and horrid and yet he crumbles and throws it all aside for a bit of acknowledgment from his favourite twink lmaooo he’s just that desperate. He puts aside his nonchalantness in favour of vulnerability he’s been running to escape and I just cjfncjnfjc

I definitely think he’s been planning his escape. He knew he couldn’t go back, not after he ratted everyone out like that and some could argue that maybe some of his morals have changed slightly? I don’t know, we may never know. I don’t think so, per se, he’s had no problem with the life he led so far and it’s not exactly been a righteous one. I wonder,,, did he ask Severus to go with him? Did he want to but never managed to? And did he ask him to do so because of their emotional connection once upon a time or because he knew Severus was a clever wizard and the chance of Igor living would be bigger if Severus was there with him?

He definitely feels SOMETHING about Severus tho I don’t think they were like in love chdbcjcbnc I honestly don’t think either of them could explain what was between them if asked cause they’d both be like “it’s just whatever yk😒”

[dragynkeep]

If the story wanted to allude to the destruction of Ren’s home, wouldn’t it have made more sense to call it a flower associated with death? I’m not seeing anything about black lilies having any connotation like this, and the village doesn’t even have any sort of black lilies in it, so I’m having the sinking suspicion that they went “black = death so let’s name this place that”. Orientalism and mixing of Japanese and Chinese culture in RWBY aside, isn’t white the color of death too? They could name it Shiroiyuri (or something to that effect). Heck, there are flowers already associated with death, like chrysanthemums and higanbana. Why not use those?

are we really expecting white bread miles & kerry to actually delve into the various marginalized cultures they fetishize, c'mon now nonnie we've been on this rodeo for a while wheeze.

ren himself ends up being a weird mix of japanese & chinese aesthetics, with seemingly no thought put into him aesthetically or through set design besides what can be gained in a 2 second google search.

[thequibblingking13]

the killer decided that your sonic faves weren’t valid T^T

The killer couldn't handle his baby boy swag and exploding televisions

[owletarc]

I really just want to see Atlas to get Savokia-ed already so we can get this shit show over with.

alright who’s ready for the atlas accords

[lgwifey]

JEALOUSY

90s!damon albarn x fem!reader

Summary : When they're at an awards show, Blur notice a certain Gallagher's eyes wondering over to where they shouldn't be.

MASTERLIST

PART TWO

1995

Silk fabric stroked against the red carpets of Alexandra Palace as y/n made her way back over to Blur's table with a tray of drinks that she'd been asked to go and get for the group by one of their management team that was attending the event. They where stood up on the stage collecting their third award of the night when she'd left but by the time she had made her way back to the seats, they where all sat down and eagerly waiting for their beverages.

As she approached the table, y/n gave a light tap on her boyfriend's shoulder to tell him not to flinch whilst she put the tray on the table, knowing soneone suddenly appearing from behind him would make him move.

Once the slight dewy, black drinks tray was situated in the center of the table so that the group could all reach for their own pints, she felt a pair of hands rest themselves on her waist and a force pulling her down into the lap of none other than Damon Albarn.

A small laugh escaped her lips at the sight of his pout, a look of offence that she'd moved away from him by more than a centimeter.

Blur and their table where able to tune out of the show whilst Chris Evans gave two awards for the movie catagories. They didn't need to listen to them seeing how they weren't involved in them awards.

Graham had busied himself by showing off the three shiny awards to the girl next to him, casually listing off the groups of people they'd taken victory over in the three seperate catagories.

Alex shushed the pair as the radio host began to speak again, after Nellee Hooper had left the stage with the award identical to the three Graham had just shown y/n.

"And the nominees for the British Group award are ; Blur, Eternal, M People, Oasis and Pink Floyd."

Cheers echoed through everyone's hearing but their table grew in silence. They all knew that if Oasis beat them they'd never hear the end of it from their management and y/n would probably end up getting given most of the blame due to being the head of the publicity for Blur.

Knowing that she'd end up being the most shit off management anyway, the (y/h/c) twenty-two year old started to try to ease the built up tension. After all, awards shows where suposed to be entertaining and fun, not a cause of complete and utter misery. Y/n put a hand on one of Damon's, the one clutching the table in suspence.

"Babe as much as I love you, Pink Floyd are my icons."

He gave her an unamused look, quickly being refused an answer by Evan's next word dancing through the hall's speakers.

"Blur !"

Despite her statement from a second ago, y/n gave a squeal and squashed Damon in a quick hug before the group made their way back up to the stage again to collect their fourth award of the night.

When they eventually arrived back to y/n with another golden figure, Damon pulled his girlfriend towards him for a kiss, moving them to sit down as he did so.

Their laughter and celebration didn't last long unfortunatly, as the two members of Blur's management sat with them silenced the happiness to see who would win the break-though act award.

Y/n didn't see why they needed to pay attention seeing how the lads weren't nominated in that section, but she soon realised why when band that had been made their rivals made their way through the applause to the stage. The group's faces filled with pride and over self-confidence.

Her glass of rosé was finished off in a swig as she slouched in her chair and tipped the glass up over her mouth and nose as the strong accent pounded through the speakers.

Y/n ignore the Mancunian's quibs at the southern band that they had a strong disliking for, holding onto Damon's hand which was clentched in a fist.

She knew why he was so furious, not only was a mouthy gob slagging him and his friends off infront of the entire world but was also eyeing up his girl.

None of them would have noticed the youngest Gallagher's constant gaze of the woman adorned in a tight silk dress, which perfectly clung to where it needed to, had it not been that a week prior to the Brit Awards, Liam had given a very detailed description to a music magazine on her and how she deserved someone better than the vocalist she had been dating for the past two years.

She shifted herself from her own chair to Damon's lap, hugging him so her chin rested in the crook of his neck. He wrapped an arm around her figure, holding her tight against him whilst he glared at the men on the lit up stage.

She gave a light kiss on his jaw, a dusty pink mark left for all to see. Following the affection was a small laugh which drew his attention from Liam to the woman he loved more than anything else in the world.

He raised an eyebrow at her face, the one which was struggling to hold back full on cackling.

"What ?"

Y/n shook her head in amusment, glossy lips pursed tightly.

"You act all cute when you're jealous."

"You think i'm jealous of that."

The couple looked over to the man in an awkward fur coat who was acting like he owned the place and confidently swaggering back to his seat, his older brother and bandmates following behind him.

She threw her hand over her mouth in an attempt to muffle the laughter.

Damon just gave a soft smile, no longer looking at the idiot in fur but at his girl. The girl who clung onto his arms and leaned into his sides when they where out and she saw a camera facing them. The girl who forced him to go and see his parents for Sunday Dinner at least twice a month, even when it meant dragging him into a taxi and forcing him through their front door.

Of course he wasn't jealous, he had no reason to be when she was devoutly his.

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

Love the asks: how about 23,24 and 25

23. Did How Do You Sleep go too far?

answered here.

24. How many hidden quibs do you think are on Ram?

A fair amount, but the album isn't solely about John or the band breakup + Paul writing about enjoying being with his wife isn't like inherently spiteful, though some people seem to present it that way (despite the fact that at least four songs on McCartney are love songs for Linda). The only exception is "I find my love awake and waiting to be / Now what can be done for you?" and maybe The Back Seat Of My Car.

Anyways, I'm of the mind that all of Too Many People is... maybe not only about John but at least about the entire breakup situation, so it might also partially be about George and Ringo or say Allen Klein or maybe even some human tendencies he observed during that entire debacle. "Too many hungry people losing weight" might be the single lowest blow Paul dealt, I'm not sure how to feel about it, y'know. I think Dear Boy is about Linda's ex-husband, and seeing her be distressed about her first marriage in later interviews somewhat solidifies that for me, however I think it's also in some sense about John. I think possibly the two of them bonded over feeling mistreated?

3 Legs is probably about the band but I don't know what the fuck he's saying past feeling spited and resentful and find it hard to believe the other three understood much more than that lol.

25. What's your take on the Barcelona trip?

My personal Barcelona take, which is based on a mix of vibes and sources, is that John went on the trip with the intention of exploring his attraction to men and also specifically explore it as like… a part of his identity, rather than Wacky Behaviour He Engaged In In Hamburg While Drunk Enough To Have Plausible Deniability. (This is based on how he described talking to Brian about his experience as a gay man)

He probably was also motivated by the opportunity to assert control, as Paul framed it – perhaps that was even a way to embolden him to follow through with it whenever the sexuality aspect became too overwhelming to think about.

I'm relatively partial to Pete Shotton's account (ie. some tossing off occurred) and I think John didn't fully process it (apparently initially framed it as a way to appease Brian) or at the very least had not in any way expected his holiday to provoke rumours across Liverpool (again, according to Pete Shotton).

IMO, the whole situation distressed him a lot, which is what led to him overreacting so much when asked about it at Paul's party and why he later seemed to view it as a before-after moment in his life. I think it put him off exploring his sexuality further for a good while (not sure how long, but in the order of one to three years, let's say). I think that's a good explanation of my take, lol.

[tangledinmdzs]

helloooooo! Hope you're in good health :) Could you possibly do something with mdzs characters where the reader is like "I hate you" and they go "you know you love me" Thanks! I love your blog~

hewwo!

thank you for your wishes, i send the same warmth right back to you; i’m so glad that you’ve been enjoying the blog, thank you for reading

and most definitely; i love best friend vibes

･ﾟ:* ＼(★^∀^★)／*:･ﾟ

“i hate you...”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

Wei Wuxian

“no, no you don’t, you loveeee me,” Wei Wuxian has the audacity to sing song

and you breathe out a long sigh through your nose, praying to some higher being to give you strength

because as much as Wei Wuxian was your best friend

sometimes,

you couldn’t deal with him,

“i told you that i’d let you borrow a few pieces of paper for the talisman, not the entire stack of it!!” you tell him, loudly

“but look look y/n, look at all of these designs that i finally got to try out,”

and you groan out an angry huff before stomping out of his little cave back to the openness of the Burial Mounds

maybe it was the dark energy storming up around here, but the more you looked at him the angrier you got

though before you can step back out to the main grounds you feel his weigh on you from behind, arms wrapping your shoulders

you’re stopped in your tracks as Wei Wuxian’s warm weight leans against your back

“you love me, don’t you?” Wei Wuxian asks, gently 

his tone is something between playfulness, curiosity and...something

you don’t need me to love you, you can’t help but think as you remember white blue cloud robes

“sure,” you reply and shoulder out of his grasp as you leave the cave

he’ll take it as he will

Jiang Cheng

at your words, Jiang Cheng huffs out a small little breathy huff before turning around and following you as you stomp off, 

the wood of the pier creaks and thumps with each step that you stomp away back to your room, but half way there 

you feel a hand grab your waist, spin you around in the middle of the board walk

you’re turned face to face his eyes locking on you, long hair gently swaying with the motion of turning you

his arms locked around your waist in a tight, comfortable, embrace

“you know you love me,” Jiang Cheng says, confidently (lovingly)

“unfortunately,” you reply, because even though you were annoyed with him for getting yet another puppy (without asking you first!) you can’t ever hold a grudge with him for too long

Jiang Cheng gives you that small, lip-only smile that he’s good at before leaning for a kiss

though you lean back, placing two fingers on his puckered lips when he leans in

“no more puppies,” you tell him, leveling your eyebrow

“there’s never enough puppies,” Jiang Cheng answers against your fingers and you can feel your annoyance come back,

“Jiang Cheng,” you groan out 

he smiles at you widely, one hand of his coming up to move your hand away as he swoops in close to you

“alright, i promise,” Jiang Cheng agrees before swooping in for his long awaited kiss

Xue Yang

after you huff out that line, Xue Yang simply laughs at you

he shakes the blood off of his sword turning to get a better glimpse at your annoyed profile

you have many faces that he likes

but he thinks he is most fond of the current one you’re wearing now,

mid-pout, lower lip jutted out, the smallest wrinkle in the middle of your furrowed eyebrows

“c’mon, y/n, you love me,” he quibs and in one quick motion you turn to level your sword at him, annoyed

even with your blade at his neck, Xue Yang trusts (knows) well that you wouldn’t cut him

“when it’s my kill, don’t butt in,” you scold him, only to watch Xue Yang shrug under your blade

“can’t help it if you’re slow, baby” Xue Yang replies and you really feel the urge to nick a nice little slice at his neck

but you hold yourself back, drawing your sword angrily to your side

because between the both of you, someone had to be merciful

you sheathe your sword before crossing your arms across your chest, turning away from him 

the air is quiet around you both

in the stillness of the dead fierce corpses, Xue Yang wraps an arm around your shoulder, laying it there as you face is still turned away from him

“wouldn’t want you to get any blood on that pretty face of yours,” Xue Yang says and you huff out an annoyed breath at him

you don’t know how many times you have to remind him that you were a cultivator that was just as capable as he was

and anger rears in your head enough for you to turn and glare at him

but when you meet his eyes, between the spark of mischief,

you’re surprised to see just the smallest,

tiniest, bit

of care

Xiao Xingchen

“but... you love me,” 

Xingchen had responded to your clumsy tease so genuinely, earnestly

you see his mild surprise when you turn to look at him, eyes scared that you might actually not like him anymore

from that you resolve to not direct the word hate to him ever again, even if you didn’t mean it

“aw, Xingchen,” you coax him, dampening your own hot headed anger to explain to him,

because even though you were angry (annoyed, really) it wasn’t enough to use the word hate in the way that he had always heard it

“i do love you, it’s just... sometimes i don’t like some of the things you do,” you tell him gently, but honestly

Xingchen hums at you, looks down at your hands holding his and then back up to you,

“i don’t hate you Xingchen, i never could,” you reassure moving your small hands to his forearms to get closer to him,

Xingchen looks at you for a moment longer, 

and in his hesitance you step into his open arms, wrapping yourself around his waist

“i love you more each and every day, that’s why i hate it when you do things by yourself. so tell me, when you need help, okay?” 

you feel Xingchen let out a gentle kind of breath at the top of your head, 

feel the small apology when his arms wrap around you in return

[growing-fire]

so i was reading through Fuma’s profile in the TVLife magazine and it was all funs and games until i came across this question: 

the question itself is innocous, a simple “who’s the funniest/most interesting in the dorms?”

he answers that it’s K, and when he’s asked for the reason Fuma says “because he _______ everyday”, so i promptly look up the unknown word on my trusted online dictionary, and this is the first thing that shows up:

and i was like ON ONE OF THE FIRST MAGAZINE SHOOTS?????? SINGLEHANDEDLY CREATING THE ALLEGATIONS??? then i found out it also means “quib, jab, comeback” so he probably(?) meant that they joke around a lot.

[stillgirlfrommars]

you’ve got news

So, I already talked about this with @missmorwen​ and I know I don’t have the time to draw and make an actual comic out of it, BUT I cannot stop thinking about this SamSteve-post-engdame-fix-it story (with a dash of BuckyNat, ‘cause that’s just who I am) which is kinda crack and very rom-com (a bit you’ve got mail) inspired and doesn't make much sense, because... PLOT HOLES but * sigh * I kinda wanna share at least the idea so - bear with me:

So, instead of Nat dying, Steve sacrifices his Captain America powers on Vormir and comes back as Skinny!Steve and starts running a political blog called you’ve-got-news in secret, uncovering all kinds of shady business/corruption and becoming the bane of existence of every politician and greedy CEO - but it takes a while for his friends to figure out it's him who’s running that increasingly popular blog (which the new Captain America is actually a big fan of ;)). And the way that happens is as follows:

So, Steve almost died at the end of Endgame. The idiot (affectionate) of course still wanted to fight Thanos, but even with Thor’s Hammer, he took some serious, serious injuries which led to a tough talk with Sam, Nat and Bucky

Like I imagine, that while Steve would not have any regrets whatsoever about giving up his powers, he would still need some time to come to terms with the fact that he won’t be able to participate in the action like he used to. Even though, he actually wants and knows... it’s time to ... start something new, it’s still a process. So, there he is, trying to figure out who he is without the mantle of Captain America, re-defining the way he can and will fight against bullies in the future (cause there is no way he’s gonna stop that).

And to the surprise of everyone, Steve actually doesn’t press for participating in Avenger-style-fights anymore (he still does some of the practical mission planning and shit like that) but most importantly, he starts taking up new hobbies, like cooking or old hobbies like drawing - and he seems happier than he has in a long time, and yeah maybe it’s a bit too good to be true, if Sam starts thinking about it. But, hey, Steve finally seems to be happy so -

Meanwhile, Sam still becomes the new Captain America, and Steve is there while he is adjusting, finding himself in that role. He is there when Sam needs to talk things through, and yeah, it would still be a process like in tfatws series, but ... a little bit less alone, I guess. 

So, the new Captain America fights alongside Nat and Bucky - and it’s good, they work surprisingly well together, but also: those two are stuck right in the middle of a weird assassin!flirting situation (I’m imagening a lot of veeery intense staring at the other while cleaning their weapons or beating someone up, innuendos en masse, dark humour etc.). And frankly, it’s getting on Sam's nerves because they seem to be so oblivious about the whole damn thing. Neither of them is actually admitting to anything, no, they are too busy teasing him about the ‘crush’ he has developed on that mysterious dude who is running the famous political-youve-got-news-blog that gained momentum a while ago and is currently keeping all the corrupt politicians and CEOs on their toes.

So, yeah, Sam might have been caught a couple of times reading or reciting from that blog because - it has actually turned into a pretty efficient way of mobilising people to demonstrate for change and it did give him some tip-offs in regards to who the bad guy really was and yeah. But it’s not a crush... Sam just really likes reading the blog posts, okay. That dude seems pretty cool and they share the same moral code, so... whatever.

What Nat and Bucky and Steve don't know (and he’ll never tell them), is that Sam is actually kiiiiinda already frequently talking with the guy who runs the blog. Anonymously on both ends, of course (because for good reasons both of them are pretty careful about giving away information concerning their identities). And in a way that whole anonymity-thing makes it a lot easier to talk about stuff he finds harder to admit to the people who he knows directly. So, you could say, blog-guy has kinda become Sam's internet friend, but not his crush, no.

Honestly, the crush he is more concerned about (that he also isn't planning on telling anyone about any time soon, cause Bucky would just tease him and Nat would start scheming) is, well, it’s Steve. Because, damn, he likes their get-togethers a lot, the meals Steve's cooking are honestly to die for. They watch baseball together, they do museum-trips... And the way they can talk about (almost) everything... He just feels understood and... yeah, loved (maybe not in the way that he wishes for, but still) and it’s nice to see Steve so happy and okay, maybe it’s getting a bit out of control because Sam took Steve with him to visit Sarah and his nephews and Sarah kinda saw right through his act of ‘hey, this is my best friend’ and ‘what do you mean, I don’t have feelings- okay. Yeah maybe I do’ and told him in no uncertain terms to fucking do something about it and get his shit together.

The thing is, he’s got it bad. But Sam is also torn, because this is the best fucking friendship he's ever had and he does not want to jeopardise that. So, in the end he ends up talking about this with his Internet friend... about how he kinda has this huge crush on his best friend, and his Internet friend is like, ‘TELL ME ABOUT IT, big fucking same here UGH. And I feel like I’m being SO obvious about it all. It’s honestly embarrassing. My other best friend keeps teasing me ‘bout it and tells me to just go for it, but that guy still hasn’t managed to ask out the girl he’s interested in, so, what does he know, right?’. And Sam laughs - at least he’s not alone.

So the days go by (Sam’s pining only increases, Steve took him to a wine tasting the other night and he almost... in his drunk state... almost... but he didn’t) until one day, while blog-guy and Sam are chatting, all of the sudden the blog-guy is like, ‘Shit, I think someone's breaking into my apartment’ and then like, ‘Okay, yes they are’ - and Sam's like, ‘call 911′, and blog-guy writes back ‘mmh think I can handle them’ (and Sam’s like ‘WTF... I know way too many people with zero regards for their own well-being, myself included’)

But then blog-guy is not answering anymore, so Sam frantically calls up Nat who rushes to his flat and Sam says: ‘You need to find out where that IP adress is located ASAP - the dude with that famous blog is in danger.’

And Nat does that multitasking thing where she’s working on the problem while ribbing Sam about the fact that, apparently, Captain America's Internet bestie is that famous blog dude, and- 'Are you sure it’s not a crush?'

But after another minute, Nat sighs and is like, ‘I can't find the location, this thing is encrypted af, it’s impossible.’ Suddenly, she notices something about the setup of the encryption and-, ‘Hang on a second, it was me who set this up for someone back in 2011.′ And as she slips on her jacket, she says to Sam, ‘Come on. I know where we have to go!’

So they make their way to what turns out is Steve's (!!!!) apartment and find him in the middle of a fight against over half a dozen heavily armed people, and yeah - he’s actually doing pretty okay for himself ‘cause he outsmarted a couple of them, but also- they kind of outnumber him, so Nat and Sam get to work.

And Sam doesn't even have time to fully register what that means re:blog-guy until they have successfully defeated the bad guys. After that's done, Steve is like, ‘Thanks guys, but how the hell did you know I was in trouble? Nat... you didn’t bug my apartment, did you??’

And Nat tstsk and then she just laughs because this is priceless and OF CoURSE it is Steve who is behind that blog... (she's a bit mad at herself for not figuring it out sooner, and a bit sad that Steve didn't feel like he could tell her, and that he assumes she has is flat bugged but, also,... kinda impressed.) But then she looks at him with a warm smile on her face, shaking her head, saying, ‘No, I didn’t, Steve.’ Her gaze wanders back and forth between Steve and Sam and she humms- 'That actually makes so much sense oh my god.' So, she leaves them ‘to talk’ ;) and for Sam to explain everything’ - and then it’s just the two of them.

And Sam does explain everything and is like, 'So you're that Blog dude, erm...' He's scratching the back of his neck, cheeks flushed, 'Turns out, we've been talking for months over that blog of yours. I'm (insert-Sam’s-username-here).'- and Steve's eyes go wide and you can literally see him processing that information right then and there and he's sputtering out a light laugh, and he's like 'Hang on a second... I... umm, okay, I gotta ask. So, that best friend you've got a crush on...' Well, it’s now or never -'Is you, yeah..', Sam admits and starts, 'and....' They both laugh again and Steve nods and just says- 'yeah, it’s you, too.'

And then they kiss and yaaay, happy ending!!!

And then the epilogue would be about them having a nice dinner with Bucky and Nat a couple of months later, and the whole time, Sam and Steve are being very much in loveTM. The three guys are standing in the kitchen, while Natasha is in the bathroom and Bucky's making a funny quib about how sickeningly cute Sam and Steve are together - and Sam, well, Sam just raises his eyebrows and is like, 'You know what, you're not allowed to say anything bout that, you and Romanoff have been acting waaaaay worse over the last year. At least we got our shit together in the end, what's your excuse, you are obviously absolutely in love with her!', and of course Nat chooses that exact moment to enter the room, hand on Bucky's waist, dropping a kiss on his cheek and is like, 'What do you mean, we've been dating for 6 months?' And Steve laughs and Sam groans bc .... he loves his friends, he does, but clearly, CLEARLY they ALL have to work on their communication skills!

The End.