#s/i; popcorn plush

[stargirlo]

zip your lips. rafe c. x fem!reader

rafe fingering you silently while you watch a movie with him and the rest of his family . . . :>

you comfortably laying your back down against his chest as your cute bum rests on his crotch, his calloused hand parting your thighs wider before he casually slips a finger under your cotton panties, having a feel of your velvety walls fluttering around his thick digit. you swallowed a gasp or any sort of noise that dared to spill from your lips, his finger slowly and teasingly pumping in and out of your already soaked pussy before nuzzling his fingers knuckles deep into your pussy.

the movie continued to play on the screen, the crunchy sounds of popcorns being eaten up was heard around the room, covering the squelching noises that erupted under the thick blanket from you and rafe.

" 'm feeling a bit thirsty, does anyone want anything to drink?" and that's when sarah got up.

fucking hell.

you tried to stay calm and collected, but not when rafe was abusing your sopping cunt with just his fingers, the pad of his fingertips brushing against your sweet spot, making you writhe against him.

"y/n, do you need anything? coke? water? juice?" sarah asked, oblivious by the fact that you're getting finger fucked by her brother right now. a roll of sweat dampens your forehead, struggling to even speak properly. you squeezed and clawed at rafe's forearm, implying him to stop what he's doing and to finally let you speak. but he wasn't stopping, and he wasn't planning on stopping.

"y/n?" sarah called out again, but her tone in voice shifted to concern, wondering why you aren't answering properly. you cleared your throat all of a sudden, turning your head to meet sarah's gaze, a dopey smile curling up at your lips. "s-sorry, i uh- don't need anything... i'm- i'm good, t-thank you..." and just at that moment, rafe decided to slip another finger in, causing you to stammer at your sentence and sounding completely stupid at the moment.

the blond softly hummed, receiving a simple nod from her as she headed out to the kitchen to get herself her own beverage. a string of whispered curses leave your lips, closing your eyes tightly shut, manicured nails digging deep crescent shapes on his tanned skin that could probably leave marks, and frustratingly moving around his lap as a way to just ease the overwhelming pleasure that coursed in your veins.

"fuck you- fuck you rafe, ohmygod, stop stop stop stop." you whimpered quietly at him, raising your chin up and arching your back upwards. "shh, you're missing the best part of the movie." rafe murmurs against your ear, knowing damn well he isn't paying attention to the movie himself. a parting grin curl up at his lips, deciding to bring you to the edge and making you cum right on the spot by curling his fingers on your pussy.

a short shriek elicits from your glossy lips, body jolting that a faint little squeak from the couch was heard, gaining a bit of attention from ward. "is everything okay there?" his slightly gruff voice echoed around the living room area, eyebrows knitting together in suspicion. "e-everything is fine sir i jus'-" you were cut off when rafe suddenly spoke. "she just got a cramp on her leg from stretching, should be good in a few minutes." he spoke casually, his thick digits still buried inside your cunt as your slimy juices drip down to your ass, some of it landing on the plush couch cushions.

ward didn't think much of it, so he bought back his attention to the scene of the movie. not until a few minutes later, wheezie then exclaimed. "something smells in here and it's definitely not popcorn."

shut uppppppppppppppp!!!!!!!!!

[sweetfushi]

heyy! I just saw the post where jjk react to their s/o sleeping with a pillow/ hugging it. It was so cute😭😭 could you do one with the haikyuu charachaters? If not then please ignore however I must say it was really nice since i too sleep while hugging a pillow lol

THEIR REACTION TO LEARNING THAT YOU ALWAYS SLEEP HUGGING A PILLOW

fluff | kiyoomi sakusa, keishin ukai, atsumu miya, osamu miya x reader, established relationships.

KIYOOMI SAKUSA.

Sakusa feels the tension roll off his shoulders the moment he arrives home, hanging his cap and jacket up before washing his hands and face. He instantly knows that you're asleep when you don't run up to him the second he unlocks the front door, but he doesn't mind - it's likely that you were waiting for him anyway. So when he opened the door to your bedroom and saw you curled up, a pillow hugged tightly in your arms (where he usually is), he's slightly speechless. He's never known you to be one to sleep with a pillow, though it's likely because you always sleep with him in your arms. "I'm home, sweetie," he whispers as he presses a kiss to your cheek, inhaling your scent. You stir at the contact but are subconsciously aware that it's your husband. Sakusa huffs fondly at the way your cheek is squished against your own pillow and the way your fingers curl into the one you're hugging. "What do I sleep on now?” he murmurs to himself, amused. He’s teasing, of course, because he’s more than happy as he lays into bed beside you and drifts off to sleep at the sound of your soft breathing and flushed cheeks.

KEISHIN UKAI.

Ukai can tell you’re on the verge of falling asleep, too comfortable in your position to get up and greet him. Your right leg is hooked along his pillow, your cheek squished into the plush material as you murmur a welcome home. Ukai snorts lightly and ruffles your hair, bending down to kiss your forehead. “And you say you ain’t cute,” he smiles, watching you frown sleepily and drowsily push his face away. He doesn’t relent, instead presses another fat kiss to your cheek, making you smack him with the pillow. “Hey now, you’re armed and I’m not, this isn’t fair!” He protests, snatching the pillow away from your aggressive hands. You whine in the absence of it, hearing him chuckle and grab the magazine you had tossed on the coffee table. He returns the pillow to you before pulling your head into his lap and runs his fingers through your hair, his other hand flicking through the magazine as you nuzzle into him. “Sorry for disturbing ya,” he whispers. There’s something so endearing about him seeing you in such a relaxed state, so willing to lean into his embrace and accept his teasing.

ATSUMU MIYA.

Atsumu had left for a brief moment to get a blanket for the two of you as you watch a movie, humming to himself as he hauls it into his arms and heads back into the living room. “Ya’ want somethin’ to eat while I’m–,” he pauses once he sees your soft breathing and shut eyes, the pillow you were leaning into now in your arms as you slept. Atsumu inhales deeply, eyes sparkling at the sight of you. You’d think he was an inexperienced man who was pining over his highschool crush, though that wasn’t too far from the truth. He almost moves in slow motion as he pulls the blanket over your body, hearing you mumble something under your breath as you curl into the warmth of the cover. “God help me,” he murmurs, caressing your cheek and pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “How did I get so lucky?” Before he accidentally wakes you up, he sits down on the other side of the couch, eyes glancing over at you as he pulls the bowl of popcorn back into his lap. Atsumu drowns out the sound of the movie to listen to your soft sounds instead, smiling when he hears you mumble his name in your sleep. “‘M right here, sweets.”

OSAMU MIYA.

Osamu catches sight of you in the doorway: hair dishevelled, his shirt much too big for you, your arms hugging a pillow. It’s obvious that you were sleeping, though he wasn’t sure why you had woken up. You yawn as you stumble over to the couch and toss yourself into its warmth, your head landing in his lap. Osamu chuckles, a deep rumble in his chest. “You could’a stayed in bed,” he whispers, left hand smoothing over your hair while the other flipped the page of his book. His reading glasses slightly distort his vision when looking at you, but it’s enough to notice how adamant you are to find warmth by embracing the pillow - and a small part of him wishes that was him instead. Osamu knows if he moves now, he’ll wake you up, and he doesn’t want that, despite his tea getting cold. Instead, he puts his book down, slides his glasses off and lets himself ease into the couch with his head leaning on the back of it. His eyes are already heavy with sleep, but he remains conscious enough to feel you replace the pillow with his hand, your cheek pressing against the cold of his rings and the warmth of his skin.

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[gyuswhore]

Tugs and Strands

anniversary event [closed]

boo seungkwan x reader

prompt(s): absentmindedly playing with their hair at all times

word count: >1k

[a/n]: wrote this so fast i loved this prompt with kwan so much 🥹

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The first time Seungkwan hugged you, he buried his fingers in your hair. 

A couple months of fist bumps as greetings and linked arms under the pretense of a budding friendship, he hadn’t actually hugged you until after you practically trauma dumped on some park bench outside a convenience store. It was 3 AM, no one to witness your exchange aside from the teenager at the till with his headphones in, playing some shooting game that required aggressive taps and shakes of his phone screen. 

It was comforting, the usually scary empty alleyways and the faint smell of city smog all becoming part of the moment. 

Tear-stained cheeks, yet a light heart, you rest your cheek against his shoulder in an attempt to physically relax, registering the hand on your back that holds you tight, and the other that’s wound itself in your hair, pulling your head closer to him. 

You had thought it was simply a ‘hugging habit’ of his, having seen him guide the heads of your other friends who would hug him on whatever occasion. The particular preferences don’t truly set in until after you start dating. 

Innocent enough movie night, popcorn and chips ‘n dip long consumed and digested, all that’s left is Kwan’s flat coke that sits dejected on the coffee table. 

Hair falling free, head on your boyfriend’s shoulders, attention (mostly) on the screen in front of you. It isn’t until you’re nearing the climax that you fully realize that there’s something very gently shifting your hair. 

To your right, Seungkwan’s fingers have gotten hold of a small chunk of your hair, twirling the strands between his digits, curling them around his finger, and then letting them fall. He picks them back up to go back to playing with them like an infinitely more relaxing fidget toy. 

A quick glance at him and you realize he’s doing it subconsciously, his full attention on the scene that unfolds on the screen, eyes glazed yet concentrated. He feels your poignant stare and head shifting on his shoulder, turning to inquire. 

“What?” he asks. 

You shake your head, smiling a little as you rest your head back where it belongs, eyes training back to the film. 

“Do you want me to change the movie?” he asks. 

“Eyes on the screen, mister,” you huff humorously, taking a hand to his head to force it back forward. 

You notice him doing it more frequently after that, reaching a stage of attention where you feel weirdly empty without feeling in the roots of your hair. Perhaps it was strange, but it had become a crutch of sorts, a more physical stimulant for instant calm. 

The pinnacle, however, was when his hands would find your hair as you’d fall asleep, the familiar fingers playing with your strands having you snoring before you could even register falling asleep. 

It’s been a long day, your spine screaming for some scalding hot water and the plush of your comforter. It’s earlier in the night when you retire, planting a kiss on Seungkwan’s awaiting lips as you bid him an earlier than usual goodnight. He promises to join in a couple hours. 

“Do you want me to tuck you in?” he mumbles against your lips. 

“Mm mm,” you hum against his own. “I’m a big girl.”

You both have smiles on your faces as you part. 

The next thing you register as you open your heavy, bleary eyes is the familiar massage of fingers against your scalp and hair and a quiet hum of conversation beside you. 

When you come to, you realize it can’t be too much later as Seungkwan is on the phone with someone, ready for bed, back against the headboard. His fingers have found your head beside him, casting his usual comforting movements. 

“Yeah I saw the pictures, Bookkeu’s getting old, his fur looks wild.” He’s snickering, insults laced with affection for his dog that stays with his parents. He continues to very gently pat your resting hair. 

“Bad groomer? Are you sure your daughter hasn’t been slacking?” 

He speaks to his mother in a low voice, nothing that’s ever woken you before, but you don’t mind that you get to register the low buzz of his conversation paired with the free massage. Helps that he smells like heaven, picking up on his post shower dampness as you nuzzle your face into his waist, registering the oh so familiar scent of his stupidly overpriced body wash. 

He’s off the phone now, leaning in closer to whisper to you, “Hi baby, did I wake you?” 

You grunt out an incomprehensible noise that’s neither here nor there, too drunk on his scent and the way he’s petting you like a dog. You’re enjoying it too much, but so is he. 

Seungkwan only exhales in a laugh, clattering around his bedside table. You don’t try to decide what he’s doing, because you’re half gone already, waiting for the final push into dreamland. 

When you wake up, the room is a little brighter from the light that seeps in, Seungkwan’s arms rest beneath your head as a better pillow, and the hand that’s attached rests tangled in your hair. 

Right where it’s decided it belongs. 

[whygalaxy]

do you think you can write something like quackity with an autistic s/o who’s really pure innocent all lovey dovey, please?? i love your blog ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

you have autism and it's ok

♡⃕ Relationship} Quackity/Alexis x Autistic!Reader

♡⃕ Summary} "headcanons of Quackity's relationship with an autistic s/o"

♡⃕ Notes} English is not my first language, there may be mistakes. I'm sorry for anything. I am not autistic, but I am aware of the subject mainly because my nephew has autism. Everything I wrote is based on what I experienced with him

♡⃕ Alex supports you in everything;

♡⃕ Whatever stupid thing you do, he's there, supporting you;

♡⃕ He's so protective of you;

♡⃕ Since he knows that many people are prejudiced against autistic people;

♡⃕ If someone is rude to you, he will be there to protect you and that person will definitely not like seeing him angry;

♡⃕ If you love stuffed animals, you can be sure he will buy several!;

♡⃕ Maybe he would buy one every week;

♡⃕ “Look little one! I thought this plush was so cute! I bought it because I'm sure you would like it!”;

♡⃕ If you have any difficulties with speaking;

♡⃕ He will try hard to understand you;

♡⃕ If you are too shy to say something, if you want, he will speak for you;

♡⃕ If you have food selectivity, he will do his best to accompany you;

♡⃕ Let's say you hate cheese;

♡⃕ Whenever he cooks for you, it will be meals without cheese;

♡⃕ If the food he makes contains cheese, he will do something to get around it;

♡⃕ Let's say you two went to a restaurant;

♡⃕ You ordered a dish that didn't contain cheese;

♡⃕ When the dish arrives and you realize that the cook added cheese;

♡⃕ You quickly tell Alex that your dish came with cheese;

♡⃕ If you are too shy, he will call the waiter for you and return the wrong dish;

♡⃕ He tries to avoid any situation that makes you have a crisis;

♡⃕ If you have a crisis, know that he will be by your side to comfort you;

♡⃕ He loves you being clingy with him;

♡⃕ It means you trust him enough;

♡⃕ You can be sure that while he edits something, he will have you on his lap;

♡⃕ You two sleep cuddled together;

♡⃕ Movie nights!;

♡⃕ You two on the couch with a blanket over you, popcorn and candy's!;

♡⃕ Watching your favorite movies;

♡⃕ You may have your flaws;

♡⃕ But he loves you with all your flaws;

[coff33notforme]

The Rise boys with an s/o who shows affection via biting, like they can just be hanging out And Reader just bites their respective turtle

A/n: Eats this request. I love this idea sm, especially considering how I actually bite my friends to show affection. I only did Leo and Donnie though, because I couldn't think of anything for Raph and Mikey, so I hope thats alright.

Pairing: Leo and gn reader, and Donnie and gn reader (separately!)

Leo

Whines the first time you did it, he was complaining about how you bit him to hard

But after a while he becomes kind of desensitized to it 

He even turns it into a sort of game 

Whoever gets the most bites at the end of the day wins the game

“What are you doin’ Leo?” 

“Can’t talk Raph, Oh! That reminds me, have you seen Y/N?”

“Uh no? Why?”

“I need to bite them, let me know if you see them.”

It confuses the hell out of his brothers when Leo is walking around the lair like a hungry animal hunting its next meal

Especially when they witness you creeping around, looking to them with a finger pressed over your mouth as if signaling them not to alert their blue brother

It’s like a really, really weird version of hide and go seek 

Usually Leo is the one who ends up having to look for you and when he finds you it ends with you two wrestling on the floor, while Leo tries to bite you #couplegoals <3

Honestly you two have created an entire new love language

You and Leo sat side by side on your plush couch, flailing your arms frantically before you wilted in defeat letting out a tired groan as Leo let out a triumphant yell. Not once had you been able to beat him in Mario Kart, and as fun as having Leo kick your butt was, you wanted to win, even if just once.

“I told you you wouldn’t be able to beat me, I’m reigning champ y/n! It was a cute try though.” Leo hummed as he placed a small peck on your frowning face. 

“Ah come on Nardo! Please, let me win, just once?” you pleaded, clasping your hands together in desperation. Leo let out a low hum, tapping his finger against his face in thought. As if thinking hard on the matter.

“Nope.” 

You grunted, as Leo patted your head sympathetically before he rose from the couch leaning back as his back gave a satisfying pop.

“I’m going to grab something from the kitchen real quick, I’ll be back!” he called walking away.

You had to think of something, and fast. Nothing you could do in the game even seemed to phase him! He was able to doge your shots, and avoid obstacles in the game, so what could you do? 

Then it came to you. No one said it had to be in the game. A smug grin crept across your face. You were going to win, no matter the cost.

That was when the blue turtle entered the room with a bowl of popcorn in his arms as he confidently strutted past you, little did he know that confident streak was about to come to an end. 

“What do you say about one more game Leo? I have a good feeling about this one.” you smiled, waving your controller around. 

“Sure, if you really want to have your butt kicked that badly again.” 

You clicked the star button, the countdown began. 

One

You revved up your engine, glancing at Leo

Two

Leos signature grin spread across his oblivious face

Three!

Without warning, you lean over to Leo, biting his shoulder as he lets out a hurt yelp letting go of his controller as he goes to cradle his ‘wounded’ shoulder.

Meanwhile you remind laser focus on your race as you continue to speed past Leo's still car, until your car finally dashed across the finish line. 

“Yes!” you cheered, throwing your arms up in victory. You turned to the now glaring turtle. 

“Aw Come on Leo, don’t be like that.” you chuckled bringing him in for a hug. Until you felt a sharp sting in your own shoulder.

“Did you just bite me?” 

“Fair is fair.” 

Donnie

Is extremely weirded out

Doesn’t understand why you feel the need to bite him

Is this some weird human thing? 

Genuinely puts in a lot of research to figure out why you bite him, and boy, he’s pretty sure he’s more confused than he was before 

You’ll have to explain that it’s an affectionate thing because other wise hes going to truly start to believe that you want to eat him

Thinks it’s some sort or instinctual thing for you, but he never seems to really make peace with it

I mean, at least he always knows it’s you when someone walks up behind him and bites him

At first he tried to counter you whenever you tried to bite him he’d jump out of the way or simply scoot away 

But that become harder to do every time he saw you

You sat on one of Donnie's spinny chairs your eyes staring at the blank wall as you lazily fiddled with the tool in your hand as Donnie continued to tinker away, hunched over the clutter of parts that laid on his desk. He rose up for a moment sticking his hand out expectingly. 

“Screwdriver.” He commanded without taking his eyes of the mess of parts, without question you handed the item over to him, and once again Donnie became immersed in his work.

You sighed slowly spinning around on the stool, as the sound of scraping metal and rust filled the silent room. 

“Donnie, can we please do something else now? I know I promised I’d help, but this isn’t really what I had in mind.” you spoke turning yourself around to face the purple brother, he seemed to pay you no mind as he worked.

“This is exactly what you promised to help with y/n, and if I recall you said you help me with whatever I asked.” you groaned 

“Yeah, but being your personal tool shelf isn’t exactly what I thought you needed help with.” 

No response. 

Your eyebrows furrowed. You looked to the clock hanging on Donnie's wall, it read, 2:34, it had already been two whole hours of this. And saying you were simply bored would be an understatement, you felt as though your brain was slowly melting away, with every minute that ticked by.

You needed to get out of here and quickly. But the whole point of helping Donnie was so that he would hang out with you if you did him a favor. 

Ugh, this really shouldn’t be a difficult thing to think about. But no matter how much you rattled your brain you couldn’t think of an easy situation

“Wrench.” you grabbed the Wrench before an idea popped into your head. As you began to hand Donnie the wrench you scooted closer until you were right beside him. 

Donnie sighed.

“Y/n, what are you…” he was cut off as you nipped his shoulder. 

Silence.

“Did you bite my shoulder?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Can we please go outside now? I’m going to actually eat you if I have to spend one more minute being a tool shelf.”

That definitely motivated him to get moving.

[thewisebyers]

I Feel So Good if I Just Say the Word (R.B x Reader)

prompt: reader is in love with her best friend Robin and has a hard time saying it; based off Sussudio by Phil Collins, takes place in 1985 (only because Breakfast Club and No Jacket Required came out that year, no canon events happen) warning(s): internalized homophobia, a little angsty but happy ending, not proof-read, not edited so let me know if there’s any errors requested?: no but this song screams Robin and i needed to write for my girl word count: 1.9k

There's a girl that's been on my mind All the time Sussusudio

"Put on something" Robin pleaded from the plush bean bag chairs you had set up down in your basement. You were trying to pick out the perfect movie to watch with your best friend but you were having a hard time choosing between two movies. Breakfast Club or Carrie? Breakfast Club was newer; only coming out earlier that year but Carrie was one of your favorites. You always rooted for Carrie; the poor girl was just trying to survive high school. You knew what that was like all too well and maybe that was why you resonated with Carrie a little too much. You just wished you were normal; instead you questioned who you were and why you didn't like boys like the other girls in your class. You'd pretend to check out Billy's butt like the other girls in your class but you didn't get the appeal; boys' butts were usually flatter than a pancake.

"Breakfast Club or Carrie?" you turned toward your friend holding each tape beside your head to show her her limited options. She scrunched her nose but pointed to Breakfast Club, you were a bit disappointed but popped the VHS into the player anyway. After pressing play, you quickly make your way back next to your friend. She hands you the bowl of fresh popped popcorn you had finished preparing on the stove before she had arrived for your weekly movie marathon. Marathon was pushing it; the two of you watched about one and a half movies before talking over the rest of the second movie and then forgetting about the TV completely. "Did you see how short Faith Gilmore cut her bangs?" Robin started; not even five minutes into the movie. You giggled at the memory; Faith walking into third period with part of her bangs sticking up because they just wouldn't flatten correctly.

Before you knew it; the two of you were absorbed in each other, forgetting the movie entirely. You listened as she rambled about a test she surely flunked because she forgot to study. You scowled her because you had spent the night together and she had never mentioned a test; you would have made her study instead of gossiping over magazines and gushing about the new Phil Collins album that had been out for a few months now. Robin didn't understand your obsession with the album but you found yourself rewinding  the first song over and over again on your cassette player. She makes me nervous and makes me scared.

Her smile lit up her entire her face and you swore you could get lost counting the freckles on her freckle splattered face; your heart ached in a way that you wished it wouldn't. You weren't supposed to feel this way; not about girls. Not about your best friend. Her body was turned towards yours; blanketed knees touching, fabric getting in the way of physical contact. You felt your cheeks grow warm at the thought of entangling your legs in hers and rubbing the soft skin of her thigh. Your body suddenly felt too warm and you had to fling the blanket off of you but in the process you accidentally knock the popcorn off of your lap. "Shit," you curse as popcorn flies everywhere.

Robin raises an eyebrow. "Okay, spaz, what was that about?" she questions while picking popcorn off of her lap. She had a few pieces in her hair and you cursed yourself again for being such an idiot. Your face burned as you frantically began picking up the popcorn; you didn't answer her, refusing to look at her. How could you explain yourself? Sorry I got too deep in thought about how adorable your smile is. No, never. You knew Robin liked girls as well; you had been best friends for so long and she had confided in you were she was struggling with her feelings. You didn't say anything at the time but her telling you about her sexuality had made you realize your own. When Robin said she liked girls it was like something had clicked in your brain and suddenly you were seeing girls in that way. "Okay," Robin says slowly, stretching out the word, after you didn't answer; putting an emphasizing the 'o'.

She begins to pick up popcorn which makes you feel worse for some reason; like you shouldn't have ruined the mood to begin with. Like you shouldn't have a crush on your best friend. Your hands begin to shake and before you can stop yourself; a stream of tears begins running down your face. "Hey! Whoa!" Robin exclaims once she notices the tears and sniffles; she throws the popcorn she had been collecting back on the ground before moving over to you and grabbing your shoulders. "I was just kidding. Are you okay? It's really no big deal. It's just pop-"

"It's not that," you cut her off; you felt raw and exposed like you shouldn't be crying right now. You really shouldn't be crying right now but sobs shook your body as you look down at the half-empty bowl in your lap. You couldn't look at her and you needed a moment. "Excuse me," you said quickly, getting up and running up the basement stairs. Robin didn't know if she should follow or finish help cleaning up the popcorn; she decided to do the latter figuring you needed a moment and she didn't want you to have to worry about the mess when you returned. But she'd be lying if she said she wasn't confused; what had happened to make you suddenly burst out like that? Were you okay?

Once the mess was cleaned up, Robin took the bowl full of floor popcorn and went upstairs to throw away the food and to also find you. She dumped the snack into the trashcan and put the empty bowl into the sink. "Y/N?" she called from the kitchen. She started making her way down the hall towards your bedroom; stopping to smile at your sixth grade that your mom kept hanging in the hallway. You hated it; your braces were very present and were basically the star of the show. You look beautiful, your mom had said but you just didn't believe her. It was Robin's  favorite picture of you ever because she had been giving the cameraman bunny ears to try to get you to smile because you hated your braces. "Y/N?" she said again, knocking on your door. The room right at the end of the hall. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, in her sweet raspy voice.

The softness made you want to melt and your heart began to race again. Your face flushed when you realized there was no avoiding this-her. A sigh rumbled through your body as you sat against your door; your heart ached knowing Robin was on the other side, worried about you. You didn't know what to say, what to do. Maybe if you were so quiet she'd just disappear. But she wouldn't; she'd worry and wait the whole night if she had to. "Y/N?" she repeated; worry creeping in her voice. She tried to open to door but it was locked. "Y/N? Come on, what's going on? Are you okay?" She tried the door again; as if it would magically open for her if she tried enough times.

You quickly got up from your spot; standing in front of the locked door. "I'm in love with you," you finally blurted out, not being able to hold it in any longer. You instantly wished you could take the words back but now the air was thick with anticipation and anxiety. Your body shook as the silence was eating you alive; devouring you, leaving your stomach in knots. Tears begin pooling in your eyes again; panic taking over when you heard clicking noises coming from your lock. Was she trying to pick your lock? Oh my god she was trying to pick your lock. You quickly leaned your weight against the door as she tried to make her way into the room. "No! Don't!" But it was too late; it was like Robin had suddenly become the strongest person in the world because she was pushing her way in despite your best efforts.

You turn away from her once she's made her way into your room; you couldn't face her. You couldn’t look at her, you felt sick. You were ruining your friendship right then and there but you couldn't take it back. You couldn't get her out of your head; your only thoughts were her and her dorky smile and how she smelled like vanilla and old books despite you hardly seeing her reading anything besides a magazine or an assignment for school. "Look at me," she turns your body by placing her hands on your shoulders and forcing your face close to hers. "You don't have to say it again," she breathed, her cheeks glowing a shade of crimson. "I just-I love you too and I don't want you to think you can't tell me anything because- fuck! I've been in love with you since you moved to Hawkins!" she admitted, throwing her hands up in exaggeration. That was in third grade; when Dick Robertson kicked dirt in your face (because you were new and because he could) and Robin pushed him into the mud, telling him next time she'd push him in front of the tire swing. You didn't think she'd actually do and later on she admitted she wouldn't have but the two of you still laughed at the look on his face.

Your face burned at her admission; had she really liked your this entire time? Every sleepover? Every lingering glance that you thought maybe something was there. There had been something there; from both of you and you had never realized. Had she told you she liked girls because she wanted to know how you'd react? To know if you liked her too? Well you did; it just had taken you a painfully long time to fucking realize it. Had she really liked you this entire time and you didn't realize it? "Really?" you finally found your voice; quieter and softer than usual but it was all you could muster. She nodded; moving her hands to hold your face to look at her. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue you had ever seen in your life and you knew you could get lost in them if you left yourself. You wanted to get lost in them; in her. As if reading you thought; her eyes flickered to your lips before closing the space between your lips.

She tasted like cherry chapstick, a peppermint she had been sucking on earlier, and the salty popcorn the two of you had been sharing before you spilt it everywhere. It was a beautiful combination that had your mind going completely blank as you kissed your best friend back. You had only ever imagined kissing Robin; wondering exactly what she tasted like and now you couldn't get enough. Your hands gripped the front of her t-shirt; as if she'd float away if you let go, you kissed over and over until you were both out of breath. "Weird way of getting out of watching Breakfast Club," she said once you were apart and she had caught her breath from your frenzied kissing. You just laughed; relief filling your body as your watched your friend with what you could only call heart-filled eyes. You pull her into another kiss before she can say anything else; happy to be honest with yourself and free to be with the girl you couldn't get off your mind.

[uno-fucking-momento-por-favor]

Ok so as some people may be able to tell I recently got into sk8 the infinity sooo some sk8 the infinity headcannons it is (also please keep in mind some of these may be a bit ooc as these are my personal headcannons)

So we know joes shop is cherry favorite place like that's been confirmed by the creators so it's my headcannon that he was their on joes opening day to help him open the place (and test the food)

Reki absolutely loves to cuddle

Joe is so emotional because he's so afraid to become emotionally disconnected as adam

Miya has a long cat plush called mr mittens and you can’t convince me otherwise

Reki hops from hyperfixation to hyperfixation with his main one being skating (honestly same)

(⚠️warning⚠️ yes I know this is a mainly outplayed trope but I’m a sucker for angst (in moderation) and the found family trope sooo) Miyas parents will leave him at home for days sometimes weeks on end with enough food for that time frame and enough money to last (barely)

Shadow collects dvds and brings them to joes when they all just decide to dog pile their for the night after S

Langa constantly loses his phone charging cord and they will end up in the weirdest places (the fridge, freezer, the ceiling fan once???, etc.)

Miya. Loves. Legos (and so does reki) enough said

Shadow had mega blocks as a kid

Someone (Miya) taught cherry slang (slay, visco girl, yass) once and everyone was horrified as Cherry walked into the room and this played out

Kaoru/cherry: this movie is so- slay?

Kaoru/cherry: Miya did I use that correctly?

Miya: *instantly dying of laughter*

Everyone else: *horrified*

Kojiro/joe: please… for my sanity and everyone else’s… never again…

Kaoru/cherry: *begins to protest*

Reki: never again!

Miya can’t cook for anything so when his parents leave him alone (see headcannons above for explanation) he (reluctantly) calls joe who calls Cherry and they go pick him up bringing him to sia la Luce

Miyas hoodie once ripped and Joe and cherry fixed it with a little cat patch (it’s hidden under his hood so you don’t see it most the time but when his hood is up you can catch glances of it)

Miya started ironically calling Cherry and Joe mom and dad but now it’s become the Norm for all the kids however reki switches between mom and dad and their real/S names and langa just says their real or S names most the time

Langa and reki can be caught cuddled up in a booth at joes before S after school watching skating videos with Miya occasionally joining the corner (not cuddled up with them unless it’s a bad day or something but even then it’s platonic between them) relentlessly teasing the two about how they should kiss and date and then immediately calling them gross when they actually do date

One day everyone just kinda finds out kojiro/joe and cherry/kaoru are married, like they suspected it long ago but now their finding out oh yea they’ve been married 3 years and nobody knew this is how that exchange went

Kojiro/joe: *kisses cherry/kaoru*

Kojiro/joe: alright don’t forget tonight’s movie night with the kids so pick up popcorn on your way home

Kaoru/cherry: kind of hard to forget when they’ve been screaming about it all morning you big dopey gorilla

Everyone else: *in complete and utter shock*

Kaoru/cherry: *plainly* it’s rude to stare you know.

Reki: you two! You!

Miya: mom and dad kissed!

Kaoru/cherry: I am not your mom! Also of course we did, I mean one would assume 3 years of being married would be plenty long enough before kissing

All three of the kids: your what!?

Kojiro/joe: married? Yes almost 4 years now

All three of the kids: *jaws dropped*

Ages! Because I cant find any good official sources for how old they are!

Adam: 25

Kojiro/joe: 23

Kaoru/cherry: 23

Shadow: 22

Langa: 16

Reki: 15

Miya: 12

[solisaureus]

tahirah tagged me in a writing pattern game!!

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

1. nothing is as it has been — “Nico dreamed of a luxurious bed, with shimmering golden satin sheets beneath him and a plush comforter keeping him warm.”

2. Daughter of Hades — “Bianca di Angelo couldn’t remember who she was or where she had come from.”

3. Guilt — “For the first few days after returning from Tartarus, Nico and Will had a silent agreement not to talk about their time there.”

4. i think you’re so good, and i’m nothing like you — “Will really wished that his heart would stop trying to crawl up his throat every time he saw Nico di Angelo covered in blood.”

5. apron strings — “Naomi could see the tabloid headlines now: “Alt country star Naomi Solace abruptly cancels Toronto tour date, is seen entering a shady apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan to meet with unknown party.””

6. more and more every day — “The Apollo cabin felt so wrong when it was empty.”

7. Sun Dad — “Lee Fletcher loved arts and crafts at Camp Half-Blood.”

8. late summer lovin’ — “Movie night in Cabin Seven was wrapping up: some campers were fastidiously gathering candy wrappers and empty popcorn bags in order to destroy the evidence of their illegal junk food (courtesy of the Stoll brothers), while others picked up the pillows from the floor and extracted the blankets from the cozy nest they’d created.”

9. Joke’s on You — “Nico had never seen the Camp Half-Blood infirmary before, but he had plenty of time to become familiar with it during his three days of mandated bedrest after Gaea’s rising.”

10. Solace — “There was a new camper in cabin eleven.”

Bonus because I really like the first line of this fic:

if I loved you less — “The Fates had never been kind to Nico di Angelo, but now he was pretty sure they relieved stress by sticking pins in a doll of his likeness and cackling about the almost cartoonish misfortune they cast upon him.”

Hmm I don’t know! A number of these are kind of succinct statements, some are environmental descriptors…but this seems kinda all over the place to me! what do you guys think?

[unpopularvivian]

Incorrect Ttte Quotes 313:

*Percy is in his room watching the Boiled One Phenomenon, eating popcorn with their newly bought Boiled One plush on the counter*

Percy: Man, this analog horror video is pretty unique. Also, PHEN-228's design? Looks amazing.

*Just then, Thomas walks into Percy's room*

Thomas: Hey Percy! What are you watching?-

*Thomas then sees PHEN-228 on the screen*

Thomas: ......

Percy: Thomas, I can explain-

Thomas: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

[tealmaskmybeloved]

Some headcanons for Toxic Consequences AU that I'm throwing out here:

1. Dokutaro and Okidogi have the strongest bond out of the Loyal 3 since Okidogi was the first one to be helped by Dokutaro. (In fact, Okidogi is considered to almost be a friend to the peach guy)

2. The Loyal 3's hidden abilities were their abilities before they met Dokutaro and got the Toxic Chain.

3. Okidogi's old ability was Guard Dog. It has the Pokémon's attack boost by 1 stage instead of lowered when hit with Intimdate. It also prevents the user from switching out from moves like Roar. I imagined Okidogi to basically not back down or flee from a battle, no matter how strong the opponent is.

4. Munkidori's old ability was Frisk. It lets the user check the opponent's Pokémon held item. Because of that, I like to think Munkidori was some kind of scout or watchman before meeting Dokutaro.

5. Fezandipiti's old ability was Technician. It increases the power of moves that are usually 60 base power or below by 50%. I like to imagine that Fezandipiti would always try boosting its appearance before meeting Dokutaro.

6. While Munkidori and Fezandipiti were unidentified Pokémon before getting the Toxic Chain, Fezandipiti was an Unfezant. (It also explains his undying hatred towards them in my AU)

7. Fezandipiti is trans (ftm) because I say so.

8. Fezandipiti can also captivate and somewhat manipulate people with its pheromones. This isn't as strong as flat out mind control, but it makes for a great backup.

9. Okidogi carries Kieran around sometimes, and also if Kieran needs to reach higher places.

10. Dokutaro chills in Kieran's backpack while he's at school. Drayton always points this out much to Kieran's annoyance.

11. There's multiple of Ogerpon's species, and they're all based on different fruits! (Except peaches)

12. Somewhat related, there's different kinds of Pecharunts! Except they're based on the different status effects (burn, frozen, paralyzed, asleep), and they're all Ghost type!

13. Like Dokutaro, the other Runts can all bind other Pokémon and people to their will, but most of them are friendly and do it as a sign of friendship, not control.

14. Ogerpon didn't know that Dokutaro was the plush at Peachy's. (In my au, she'd only really got a glimpse of Dokutaro and wasn't able to kick his ass)

15. Ogerpon's horns change shape depending on the mask she's wearing.

16. Kieran's favorite snacks are mochi and chocolate. He also enjoys popcorn from time to time (NOT KETTLECORN THAT THING IS AN ABOMINATION TO LIFE ITSELF /j)

17. The Toxic Chains have Dokutaro's poison inside them, and if they were the break, the poison would spill out.

18. Also the Toxic Chains taste sweet but with a disgusting aftertaste. (do not try this at home kids)

Anyways, let me know what you think! Feel free to ask questions etc.

[neonponders]

Part 29 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🐚

Part 28

( pt. 7′s art 🎩 ) ( pt. 9′s art 👀 ) ( pt. 14′s art 💨 ) ( pt. 19′s art 🦇 ) ( pt. 20′s art 🍳) ( pt. 27’s art 🦦 )

~ on ao3 ~

• • •

Max strolled around the corner and stopped dead in the kitchen. “What year is it?”

Steve smiled mirthlessly at her and reached for the overnight bag as he sassed, “It’s time to get rowdy.”

“Keep your fantasies out of the communal kitchen,” she accused, but she got overshadowed by the littles’ excitement.

“Wowdy!”

“Stevie! I wanna see Biwwy’s room again!”

“I wanna see Max’s room!”

“Max! Can we see your woom?”

She took a deep breath, resigned to her fate as she magic carpeted them down the hallway to her room. Billy huffed a laugh to himself and decided on some popcorn. He figured Steve was jaded beyond belief of the microwave, butter and salt kind that Family Video sold, so he got the big popcorn pot ready.

Meanwhile, Steve wasn’t kidding about the littles needing a lot of stuff to feel at home. All of Billy’s stuff on his nightstand got demoted to a shelf on the other side of the room in favor of the shoebox going right next to the bed.

Steve’s clamshell soap dish went in the bathroom sink along with his toiletries bag on the counter. Before going back to the kitchen, he knocked on Max’s doorframe. What he found did not surprise him, prompting him to ask, “You starfishes okay in here?”

The littles were jumping over her bed, landing like starfishes on her plush, colorful and quilted comforter. Small Billy got up and exclaimed with a pointed arm, “Stevie! Wook at that! All the shewlls!”

Steve found the shell lamp he meant and frowned a little. “How heavy is that?”

“A lot,” Max said flatly.

Little Steve pointed to a collection of shells in a jar. “Can we see those?”

Max exhaled a reticent, “Uh...”

All heads turned toward the stereo in the living room. Billy turned on a synthwave-rock power ballad to fill up the empty space without it being loud enough to drown out the littles’ voices. Max called, “What’re you doing?”

“Popcorn, shit bird!”

Little Billy and Steve gasped. “Popcorwn!”

Little Steve wiggled his pelvis as he sang, “Pop pop, pop pop pop!”

Big Steve approached the bed to scoop them up in his hands. “There’s plenty of time to harass Max. Let’s make sure Billy’s room is ready for you.”

Whooping voices trailed through the corridor as they arrived to Billy’s room. To Steve’s surprise, their reactions to being in this room again seemed a bit more critical:

“It’s messier than Stevie’s woom. Was it messy wast time?”

“It smwells good. And bad. Mostlwy good.”

Big Steve elaborated, “It’s the beer cans,” and set the littles on the nightstand while he collected the crumpled aluminum discards closest to the bed. He opened one of the windows for a refreshing breeze as little Billy flicked the lampshade on and off, on and off. “You can use that if you need us in the middle of the night.”

Little Billy made an acknowledging sound that Steve couldn’t read, and he didn’t get to ask since Max passed by the doorway and Billy called out. “Max! What’s that?”

She paused and looked down at the colorful pages. “It’s a comic book.”

“I wanna see.”

To her credit, she didn’t seem overly exasperated as she came in to pick him up. From the kitchen, they heard the first kernels explode, eliciting little Steve to celebrate, “Pop pop! Stevie, wet’s go!”

They journeyed back to the kitchen, the Steves in the kitchen while Max sat on the floor with small Billy on the coffee table. He sat under her chin and listened to her narrate, “Wonder Woman, issue 326.”

“What makes her wonderwfuwl?”

“She’s a super hero. She fights for justice and stuff.”

“What’s justice?”

“Keeping bad people from doing bad things, I guess.”

She opened the cover and turned passed the front page of pointless advertisements. She couldn’t help the little smile that warmed her features when Billy exhaled, “Woah...”

“It would probably help to know what happened in the last comic.”

“Therwe’s morwe than one?” he exclaimed up to her.

“Issue 326 usually implies that there’s more than one.”

“Ugh! Too many,” he lamented. “Just put me to bed alweady.”

“It’s amazing, I promise. Sleep if you want to.”

“No! Who’s that?” he ordered, pointing at a character on the page.

In the kitchen, Steve watched from afar, a soft smile on his face as he observed little Billy with Max, and little Steve chitchatting with big Billy on the counter.

“Hey, blueberry peach.”

It took a long second for that to register in Steve’s ears. Then he pointed a look at big Billy smirking at him. “What?”

Billy laughed and set a hand over the lid so it stayed on while kernels made the pot rattle. “What what? Nobody ever asked to see you from the back?”

Clearly not, because Billy watched that visibly process in Steve’s eyes before he looked down, suddenly bashful and smiling.

Little Steve asked in a confused lilt, “Are you putting fwuit on the popcorwn?”

“No, sugar. I just like making Stevie turn pink.”

He gave little Steve a poke to his belly, earning a very similar pink hue to his cheeks and bashful grin as the little man rubbed the spot on his torso. “Siwwy Biwwy.”

Billy soon took the pot off the heat and he and Steve divided the popcorn to make sweet and savory portions. At the coffee table, little Billy stood in front of the open pages in Max’s hands. “I don’t undewstand. Why’d the good guys do that?”

“Because they’re stupid. It was a stupid decision.”

“I don’ wike it.”

“I don’t either, but sometimes writers use stupid as a plot device.”

“Hmph,” Billy hummed in discontent agreement. He startled at the sounds of something hitting the coffee table, vibrating gently through his socked feet. “Huh! What’s that?”

“Popcorwn, Biwwy!” little Steve called as Max moved the comic out of the way for him to see the bowls. Big Steve crushed some popcorn over a dish so they could have manageable bites. Little Steve munched on one while he walked over Max’s comic, striking a pose like the fight scene on the pages.

Little Billy laughed and said, “Do this one,” as he tried to turn one of the pages. Big Billy caught the page and turned it for him. The littles posed with the characters while Max, Billy, and Steve watched a couple of evening shows on the television.

Eventually Max called it a night, and left her comic book on the table. Billy started to pick it up, but his smaller self rushed to stand on top of it, “I wanna know what happens.”

“And I want to lay down,” he countered, pulling small Billy along with the comic. He only paused to offer, “You hitching a ride?”

Little Steve rushed to jump onto the comic, and held onto small Billy when the comic turned into a slide down to big Billy’s diaphragm. The latter pivoted to lie back on the cushions and extended his feet to rest on big Steve’s lap while he warned little Steve, “If you don’t want a headache from reading, mountain climb over to Harrington’s side.”

The little guy giggled as he took up the challenge. “On my way, Stevie!”

Big Steve smiled, “Just hold onto his leg hair - ”

“Don’t do that,” Billy recoiled.

“Wead alweady!” small Billy shouted, similarly reclining between Billy’s chest and stomach.

Big Steve scolded with his hands resting on Billy’s ankles. “Please, B.”

“Pwease!” he obliged, but his tone didn’t sound any different.

Billy felt little Steve walking like his legs were a balance beam. He quickly read through the beginning of the comic, and small Billy certainly made it known when he’d arrived at new story.

Billy did not consider himself a storyteller kind of reader, but little Billy never complained. He crossed his tiny feet or sometimes lifted a leg just to stretch it out. He occasionally pointed to a panel to ask what a word meant, or just to comment on the story in general. Big Billy peeked down at him, thinking he looked more like he were observing the stars than reading a comic.

Little Billy’s voice grew more and more sluggish, words eventually leaving him in favor of mumbled or hummed responses. When Billy got no answer at all, he lifted the comic and whistled at Steve. His head rotated from the television, eyes dropping to the little guy passed out on Billy’s diaphragm.

He then looked down at the upside down sailor’s cap nestled between Billy’s feet and his abdomen. “It’s definitely time for bed.”

Cradling the cap, Steve moved Billy’s feet so he could get off the couch. Billy got a peak at a little, sleeping Steve while small Billy got carefully moved to the nest of the Scoops Ahoy hat.

“Hhmuh?” the little one roused.

“I got you, B,” Steve hushed. “Goodnight.”

“Mmm...” he whined tiredly, but rolled over to spoon little Steve.

As for the bigger Steve, he held the hat out to Billy in offering. “Do you want to watch over their dreams tonight?”

Billy faced him with flattened, puzzled eyes. “You mean kiss them?”

“Yeah, I mean kiss them.”

“I’d rather kiss you.”

Billy grasped the red tails of his ascot and yanked Steve down to him. The sailor cap collapsed on Billy’s abdomen as soft lips crushed against his own. His other hand plunged into the hair on Steve’s nape, causing a delicious, involuntary sound to come from Steve’s chest.

It was good, being reminded of Steve’s mouth. To have the confirmation that he had kissed Steve Harrington, and could kiss him again, as much as he wanted. Billy tasted sweet popcorn on Steve’s lips but Billy’s lips started to prickle from the spice on their savory popcorn. He didn’t mind -

“I gwuess they got big bad dweams to take care of.”

They both froze and looked down at the sleep-disheveled pair staring at them with puffy, tired eyes. Little Billy seemed to be doing complicated math and looked at little Steve. “Can I kiss you wike that?”

“Maybe tomowwow. I’m sweepy.”

“Mmkay,” Billy agreed, the both of them collapsing back in their nest. Little Billy reached for the tiny Scoops hat, pulling it from brown tresses and using it to cover his face from the light.

[i-hold-horrors-hand]

Multi-May: Movie Night/Lucky Man

Written for @bisexual-horror-fan 's Multi-May 2024.

Featuring our beloved third anti-Pope, two of his ghouls, and his Prime Mover (my oc). Very fluffy.

(also readable on AO3)

Movie night was Terzo's favourite night. His responsibilities as Papa put aside for the day, his robes and mitre put back into the closet, his paints washed off, comfortable pajamas on, and a fun film to watch in his quarters as he relaxed.

Plus, snuggling up on the plush purple couch with his three beloveds—his newly pregnant wife Cassie, their boyfriend Omega, and their girlfriend Mist. What a wonderful way to spend a night.

"This is so fucked up," Cassie muttered, as she tossed another handful of popcorn into her mouth, watching the screen intently, the visceral images of Phantasm II apparently doing nothing to quell her appetite. (Pregnancy, he supposed, had that effect on people, even in its early stages. Growing babies inside of oneself requires a lot of fuel, after all.)

"Isn't it?" he agreed. "I thought the first one was bad, but this one gave me nightmares back in the day."

"I can see why, tesoro."

"Eh," Mist shrugged a lovely grey shoulder, the other one still pressed snugly against Cassie's side, under her arm. "Meg and I have seen worse."

Terzo huffed and rolled his eyes in fake annoyance. "Well, of course you have, Misty," he said, voice mirthful and affectionate, "You're both creatures from Hell. Cassie and I, however, are just simple humans."

Omega, previously quiet up to this point, snorted loudly. "'Simple'? There is nothing simple about you, babe."

Terzo faked a shocked expression, laughing inwardly at his boyfriend's remark, and lightly slapped the ghoul's big shoulder in mock offense. "Megaman, my beloved! What are you implying?"

Cassie piped up. "That it takes you forever to get ready in the morning, or to plan movie night, or to choose a movie for movie night, or—" She was cut off by her husband lightly placing his hand over her mouth, stopping her from continuing her roast of him, but doing nothing to hide her giggles. (Lord below, he loved her giggles, even when they were at his own expense.)

He sighed, ready to admit defeat. "Yes, yes, alright. I get the idea. I am—"

"High maintenance," Mist interjected, smirking at him.

"...I was going to say 'complex', but alright. Make fun of me. Make fun of your Papa and your boyfriend." He crossed his arms and pouted, putting on an air of being absolutely wounded, though secretly enjoying the affectionate roasting they were giving him. (And, perhaps, secretly agreeing with their assessment of him).

"Don't worry," Mist smiled sweetly at him, flashing her beautiful, sharp teeth (teeth which she had gleefully sank into his flesh, many, many times). "I will."

"So will we!" Omega and Cassie chimed in, simultaneously and in a bit too chipper of a tone.

Terzo 'harumphed' slightly, then snickered, very much amused by their loving ribbing of him, and snuggled back into Omega's strong, comfortable arms, his hand still resting on Cassie's soft thigh. "Oh shit," he said, turning his face back to the television and wincing, "Here comes the—"

"What the FUCK just popped out of her back?!" Cassie yelped, abruptly setting down the bowl of popcorn and covering her eyes with both hands.

"That," Terzo replied, the corners of his mouth twitching upward mischievously, "Was the miracle of childbirth."

Cassie stared at him silently for a moment, beautiful blue-green eyes meeting his (ah, how he loved to stare into them...), clearly not quite as amused by that joke as he was, then, "...thank you for making me re-think this pregnancy, tesoro."

Omega and Mist burst out into laughter, and Terzo couldn't help but chuckle as well.

"Sorry, dolcezza," he said, sincere tone betraying the look of amusement on his face. He brushed a stray strand of strawberry blonde hair from Cassie's face and gently stroked her cheek, mentally revelling in how soft her skin felt against his hand. "Let's keep watching, huh? And I stop making bad jokes."

Cassie stared at him again for a moment, clearly skeptical of his ability to hold back from making another terrible joke (and rightly so, he loved doing that, ask any fan who had seen him and the ghouls live), then relented, kissing him and picking up the bowl of popcorn again.

"Alright."

They all turned their attention back to the movie, wincing and grimacing and softly whispering words of anxiousness and encouragement as Reggie, Mike, and Liz valiantly attempted to escape the Tall Man and his fucked up extra-dimensional minions.

Then it was over, and time to switch to the third movie, though by now all four of them were tired.

Tired enough to fall asleep about a third of the way through it. It'd been a long day for all of them.

Before joining the others in the land of Nod, Terzo took a moment to look at them—Omega's arms still wrapped securely around him and large hands resting on his belly, Cassie's head resting comfortably on his lap, Mist languidly draped over her—and smiled to himself.

He loved them all so much. Even when they were (perhaps, rightfully) making fun of him, he still loved them. His big, strong, gentle giant of a ghoul Omega. His sassy, surprisingly powerful, and witty ghoulette Mist. And his Cassie, his sweet, kind, caring, Prime Mover Cassie, who was carrying his heirs in her soon-to-be-swollen belly. All snuggled up with him on the big, plush couch. All his, to love and enjoy and cherish.

I am a lucky man, he thought to himself, as he finally let himself drift off to sleep. Such a lucky man.

[peterlorres21stcentury]

Proof that yours truly has been a writer of cringe since at least 2002

Oh wow, 21 years ago, and practically to the day, as well. This was an assignment for my high school journalism class, dated March 19, 2002. I'm not sure why I remembered this specifically, but reblogging something about The Mask of Dimitrios just now must have sparked the one working neuron in my brain. I kept most of my old school assignments just because I originally typed them in Word, and they don't take up much space on the disk.

As I recall, the assignment was to write a film review in 1000 words or less, mentioning stuff you liked, and stuff you didn't like. I chose "The Mask of Dimitrios," because this was back when I was a lil baby PL fan and I obsessively taped as many of his films from TCM that I could. I'm sure my teacher thought I was crazy, but he was not alone in that opinion. Honestly, there is nothing I don't like about "Dimitrios," but I had to make something up for the purposes of the review. Enjoy my awful, awful high school writing style and laugh. :P

The Mask of Dimitrios is a hidden classic

Classic films are best when watched under optimum conditions: a darkened room, a big bowl of buttery popcorn, and rain drizzling on the windowpane outside. The Mask of Dimitrios is the perfect film to watch on such a day.

A little-known mystery thriller, it is a gem that is broadcast occasionally on classic movie networks such as TCM. With an intriguing plot and unusual characters, The Mask of Dimitrios tops most other films of the genre with its style, wit, and superb acting of 1940's Hollywood. The Mask of Dimitrios is based on an Eric Ambler book entitled A Coffin for Dimitrios. The book is about an English writer who travels the world in search of a treacherous man called Dimitrios. The film version was made in 1944 under the direction of Jean Neglesco, and features the acting talents of such immortal stars as Peter Lorre, Sydney Greenstreet, and Zachary Scott.

The movie opens in 1936 in prewar Europe. In one of his more offbeat roles, Peter Lorre plays the lead character of Cornelius Latimer Leyden, a mild-mannered Dutch mystery writer on holiday in Istanbul. While at a party, he meets Colonel Haki (Kurt Katch), the chief of police in Istanbul. Haki, an ardent fan of Leyden’s books, regales him with the story of Dimitrios, a murderer for whom he has searched for years. The fugitive Dimitrios was recently found floating in the Bosporus, a knife wound in his side. Haki even takes Leyden to see the bloated corpse on the mortuary slab. Despite the gruesome sight, Leyden is intrigued and wishes to learn more about the dead criminal in order to write a new mystery novel. He travels Europe in hopes of finding more information. One of the characters he meets, a certain Mr. Peters (Sydney Greenstreet), was once part of Dimitrios’s smuggling ring. The two become traveling companions as they help each other learn more about the man who once ruined so many lives in the past.

The story is told through atmospheric settings and flashbacks. Whether the set is a shadowy street or a plush living room, there is always a feeling of suspense and intrigue, but also with the soft suggestions of comfort and affluence. It is as if the viewer is contentedly ensconced in a favorite chair while the story plays itself out on the pages of a book. This is best demonstrated in one scene in particular, in which Leyden meets with a former smuggler of Dimitrios’s ring, named Grodek. As Leyden enters, he notices Grodek’s two cats, both looking very comfortable curled up in an armchair. Soon after, Leyden also is lulled into a sense of comfort as he sits by Grodek’s fireplace, draining another glass of Grodek’s “excellent whiskey.” The scene, although relaxed, is a set-up for the long flashback that is about to occur, soon giving way to even more mystery.

The dialogue is very clever, with a refreshing and intelligent sense of humor. At one point in the film, Leyden returns to his apartment only to find that it has been ransacked by Mr. Peters, who he met earlier on the train to Sophia. After the perplexed Leyden gets over his confusion, Mr. Peters asks if he can use his note-paper and a pencil. “Go ahead,” says Leyden, “you’ve used everything else!” It is this type of banter between Greenstreet and Lorre that adds color and sharp humor to what would be an otherwise run-of-the-mill mystery film.

The characterizations are, in a word, excellent. It wasn’t often when the short, large-eyed Peter Lorre played the lead role, but when he did, it was unforgettable. His character of Leyden is a laid-back, charming, literary person, with only a desire to learn more about Dimitrios, not to get entangled in any conflicts that may exist in the process. Moviegoers who know Lorre only as a movie villain will soon learn otherwise after watching his performance as the gentle Leyden. Zachary Scott fills the role of bad guy in this film (and also his first film) as the title role of Dimitrios. With his thin mustache, slick dark hair, and dapper pinstripe suit, he emanates evil at every step. Sydney Greenstreet, billed as “The Fat Man” by Warner Brothers, is the perfect counterpart to Lorre’s character. Under the facade of a jovial character, Greenstreet’s Mr. Peters is soon revealed to be no less greedy and cunning than those of his former smuggling members. It is interesting to note that the only major female cast member, Faye Emerson, does not have the typical romantic role, but is instead portrayed as a prostitute, a woman who was once loved and then betrayed by the murderous Dimitrios.

At times, the film drags, especially during the flashback sequences when former friends of Dimitrios tell Leyden of what they know. The script is also very talky, and could have been tightened. The drawn-out passages make one want to skip to the “good parts” and return to the web of intrigue that surrounds the characters. The viewer’s mind will sometimes drift away like the smoke curling from the tip of Leyden’s cigarette, and will instead focus on visual images, not really listening to what the characters are talking about. Be forewarned if you have a short attention span.

When Warner Brothers released the film, it was advertised in trailers under the flamboyant tagline, “Of course it’s from Warner Brothers.” The Mask of Dimitrios certainly deserves this praise. With atmosphere, mystery, and an exciting conclusion, this underrated little film certainly ranks high up among the classic early film-noirs of the 40's.

[wicked-yarn]

I gotta say it, I just gotta I’m 36 right now as of the point of me posting this and I have got to fucking say it. A lot of you fresh young queers and weirdos do not have the fucking steel it takes to be fucking weird as fuck. I say this as someone who went through this shit, hoping it’d be easier for other people and not a big deal at all. But uh, lemme just share some older stuff I suddenly fell in love with wearing cat ear headbands at 15, in 00′s My first cat ear headband and the one I wore until it’s death when I turned 17, was a Josie and the pussycats branded affair. It was soft and plush with yellow leopard ears and a black band with glued one studs. I WORE THIS FUCKER EVERY DAY!!! I wore it everywhere, I wore it to school when I had paid for a dress down day (hey kids does your school make you pay to wear normal clothes every now and then?) I wore them out to every event!!! And my parents fucking hated it. My mother always had some snide comment about how immature it was and my dad basically hinted that I was gonna get r*ped cause people would assume I was “that way”, not that he ever defined what that fucking was when asked. I got called a freak, a slut, a whore, a r*tard, every word under the sun while wearing these fucking things out and about all the time. But one day I went to the movies, I was 17 at this point and 2 years deep on wearing ears everyday, and a girl at the popcorn stand SHOUTED “OMG she has Kitty ears!! That’s so CUTE!!!” I felt a pride that validated years of insults and put downs!!! This one girl saw my ears and felt such excitement and joy she shouted across a room, and I know for fact girlfriend probably felt like she could finally wear kitty ears if she wanted too! when I turned 18, hot topic was selling hair clips with cat ears on them and the rest was history. Do I think I, personally, did this? GOD NO! There were probably hundreds of weird people wearing kitty ears until it was cool, I was just the only one in my area I knew of. But like.......just saying, I went through all of this...I got threatened with being locked in a mental hospital for dying my hair pink.....and I feel like so many people feel like that was nothing. They can dye their hair, wear whatever silly and fun thing they like and it’s normal,, but....can you not act like I did nothing? Nothing at all? The years of bullying I shouldered weren’t done in hopes of reward...but I didn’t expect to feel like such meaningless trash is all. I don’t want thanks or praise or anything like that....I just wannna stop feeling like I’m useless and meaningless at only 36. I was doing this only 20 years ago....why does it feel like the kids I babysat say it was ancient history?

[chuwush]

I had this random thought it's just the whole gang (refering to Spark, Fark, Astra, and E.J. (Maybe Float and Choco.)) In dresses getting ready to go to a Barbie movie (Or a princess movie maybe both).

And Dr. Armstrong walks in and pauses everyone's nervous how is this old man gonna react.

Dr. Armstrong "....Do I get a dress as well¿"

E.J. in Astra's ear by mistake: "FUCK YEAH GRAMPS ACCEPTS¡" Astra smiles but covers those ear holes.

Next thing you know this whole ass party pulls up to the movies in their kick ass outfits buying popcorn and snacks with this famous man in toe for some reason.

Also yes E.J.'s BunBun plush gets a dress too :o).

[beepsnivy]

Was at the Texas State Fair yesterday 😃 it was opening day so the crowds were overwhelming (my mother and I searched for strawberry lemonade and popcorn for at least 10 minutes)

I only got on one ride. It was a very stereotypical ☮️ 60’s themed ride that played 90’s music on the speakers (though to be fair I think smells like teen spirit was a fitting choice for the ride, I’m glad I got on when it was playing that song and not wonderwall)

There were dinosaurs

They had a giant fluffy plush T. rex at one the games who was ADORABLE but impossible to win lmao. But I did get an octopus and fried Oreos. Good stuff