#she's so meaaaaaan

[bugmin]

customer came up to me today asking for a takeout container and because i happened to be in a great mood i was quite jovial abt the whole exchange and this crusty fossilized senile motherfucker deadass goes "you know what my father would have said about you? i want to take you home with me"

[outerbankies]

happy early thanksgiving! are nl rafe and reader celebrating a california friendsgiving this year or do they give their families yet another chance? :)

i meaaaaaan - since you asked, and since thanksgiving is a new light national holiday!

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new light: smaller acts - rafe cameron

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“I don’t think there’s much we can do, Mr. Cameron. I’m really very sorry.”

Ward’s travel agent, Stephanie, had exhausted every option; at least, all of the ones she could think of combined with every suggestion Rafe could think of to throw at her. Denver, Dallas, Atlanta—every connection flying into anywhere near the Outer Banks for Thanksgiving was getting cancelled. 

Stephanie had been Rafe’s last resort. He’d already flashed every credit card he had at every ticket counter in the entire airport, he’d tried using his airline status and the points he’d built up (if there was one thing his father had taught him, it was the importance of airline status), he’d even looked up trains to farther airports that could fly you guys out to an airport even farther from the OBX, he’d worry about rental car options if you could get anywhere within driving distance. Rafe had gone down every avenue he could think of, his urgency increasing as he watched reality sinking in on your face that Thanksgiving in the Outer Banks was just not happening for you two this year.

“How about if you sent us up North?” he tries, his last-ditch effort even though he’d already checked there, too. When you both arrived this morning, you blissfully unaware and Rafe having been tracking the storms all week, he’d kicked it into gear as soon as the slight delay had turned into cancellation. He thought you’d be safe when you checked in for your flights last night with no issues, but no dice.

Three hours later and with no happy ending in sight, Rafe would take a four-leg journey with layovers that barely gave you enough time to run between gates, squished into a middle seat at the back of the plane, with no less than three crying babies just for good measure, if it meant seeing that smile of relief on your face when you realized he’d figured it all out for you. 

But you don’t even look hopeful anymore, not stressed or worried either, but resigned and melancholy, sitting across from him with your legs propped up on your carry-on bag. 

“We don’t need to be seated together,” he adds.

“I really wish I could, Rafe,” Stephanie sighs, but Rafe can hear she’s stopped typing in the background. The fact that he even got a hold of her today was a miracle, and he’s sure Ward’s loyalty over the years gave him a boost. “There’s just nothing that won’t cost you both an arm and a leg. Everything’s oversold, you’d be standby only. And even if I did book you on something, cancellations and delays are likely in this weather.”

“I appreciate you trying, Stephanie, I really do,” Rafe sighs. “I can let you go now.”

“I’m really sorry I couldn’t do more for you two,” she says sympathetically. “I hope you enjoy your holiday regardless.”

Rafe wishes her likewise and hangs up the phone, surprised to see you already standing to gather your bags.

“So nothing?” you confirm.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Rafe says, nudging your hand away when you try to grab your own suitcase. He tucks a tendril of hair behind your ear, loose from how many times you’d pulled your hair back and tugged it down and pulled it back again. “I think even if we paid these last-minute prices, nothing is going home in these storms. I’d hate for us to end up halfway, spending Thanksgiving at some airport hotel in Atlanta.”

You nod in understanding, and he can tell you’re mentally picturing it, adjusting your hold on the bag over your shoulder, attempting to keep your head high. “How dare you not control the weather, Rafe Cameron.”

“You know I would if I could,” he answers easily. “Are you okay?”

Waiting to fly home until only the day before Thanksgiving had been a risky move in general, but you had an important meeting yesterday you just couldn’t get out of. Big wigs flying in from other offices, with no regard to their employees’ travel plans over the holiday weekend. So flying out first thing Wednesday had been the best bet to make it just in time for Kelce’s party (while really pushing it—like, Rafe saw you put your makeup in your carry-on bag pushing it) and of course for the actual holiday. 

Rafe had been keeping an eye on the storms as soon as they’d been forecasted, hoping the reports would be wrong and you’d manage to make it anyway. Will had texted him a news clip and Rafe had downloaded so many weather apps it was ridiculous. And he didn’t want to worry you with any of this during the week of your presentation, but maybe managing your expectations would’ve broken the fall today.

Rafe didn’t much care for everything that came with being home for any holidays, and he already hates himself a little for the feeling of relief he knows he’ll get as soon as he lets Ward know he’s not coming. But he cared for you more than he cared about any of that. And you wanted to be home.

You shrug, biting your bottom lip in a way that screams self-preservation. The airport’s a zoo, people are yelling and babies are crying, announcements of cancellations and gate changes blast through the crackly speakers.

“I don’t know yet,” you answer. “But can we leave?” 

Rafe leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s go home.”

—

On the drive home from the airport, the two of you picked the dogs right back up from where you had left them only a few hours ago, meant to stay with one of Rafe’s friends, Stephen, for the weekend.

It wasn’t until Rafe had tucked you in on the couch with a chunky knit blanket and one dog in your lap and the other at your feet that your walls finally started to come down. The realization must have began to sink in that this might be it this year—you, Rafe, Sadie and Captain on the couches, eating whatever take-out sounded the best and was actually open.

“I’m gonna call my mom,” you say to break the silence, digging for your phone in the pile of fur and yarn.

“Maybe… let’s start with your dad,” Rafe suggests gently, causing a tiny smile to force its way onto your face. He’s standing in front of you, and you take his hand when it reaches out toward you, giving it a grateful squeeze before turning back to your phone.

“She’s gonna call me as soon as he tells her anyway, and I just wanna get it over with,” you say certainly, squeezing his hand one more time before pressing your phone to your ear. 

Rafe waits before you as your mom answers the phone after only a few rings, not really sure what his best move might be, but knowing it wouldn’t be anything that takes him away from you.

“Mom,” you finally say, your face crumpling immediately. “Our flight got cancelled. No, we won’t make it. We tried so hard—there’s this stupid storm, Mom—”

You cut yourself off because of the lump in your throat, but Rafe doesn’t take the phone from you until you press it into his hand, walking off with Captain trailing behind you and Sadie watching you go over the back of the couch.

“Mrs. Y/l/n?” Rafe says, trying his best to be heard over her never-ending monologue. “It’s Rafe.”

“Rafe? What happened? What does she mean you aren’t coming?” your mom asks. Rafe can picture her, crystal clear, a hand on her hip in the dining room, wearing a cashmere sweater as she checks the table is perfectly laid for tomorrow’s festivities. “Ha! This is a joke. Was she joking?”

“No,” Rafe says. “I wish she was. But the airport was brutal. That storm is gonna nail the Carolinas all weekend, and there’s just no way we’ll get through it. I promise we tried everything, and we’re really gonna miss you guys this year.”

It’s quiet for a while on the other end, and all of his friends who were afraid of their girlfriends’ fathers should be glad they’ll never have to deal with Shannon. 

“I’m passing the phone to her father,” she finally says after a momentary silence. “I can’t hear this. Actually, I won’t.”

Rafe balks at this. “Wait—”

“Rafe? What’s going on?” 

Rafe sighs, rubbing a hand over his eyes. That now pointless early-morning wakeup was starting to get to him. “Hi. Mr. Y/l/n. I’m sorry. I don’t know how much you heard, but our flight got cancelled.”

Your dad hums, and Rafe can picture Will, too, probably in a pair of sweatpants and fresh off of a conference call, poking his head out of his office at the sound of your mom’s concern. He’s suddenly struck by the fact that he actually is gonna miss seeing both of them this weekend, prodding questions aside.

“I was really hoping you guys would miss the weather,” Will says, sounding a lot calmer than your mom at least. Rafe wonders if he hadn’t filled your mom in on this possibility either. 

“It sounds like everything going back East just collapsed. We can’t get in through Florida, Boston, New York. Anything, ” Rafe explains. He cranes his neck to hopefully see up the stairs, but you’d disappeared into the bedroom, so that’s where Rafe heads. “I swear I tried everything I could think of to get us out there, Mr. Y/l/n. It just isn’t happening.”

“I’m sure you did,” Will says. “Don’t worry about that. We’re gonna miss you both.”

“We’ll miss you, too,” Rafe says, his heart dropping when you emerge from the ensuite bathroom with tears still streaming down your face. 

“But really. Nothing?” Will presses, last-ditch effort evident in his tone. “I doubt the plane will be much help, but you know we’d spot your tickets.”

“And I might have actually let you if I could be sure it’d get us there,” Rafe says, welcoming you into his one open arm, pressing a kiss into your hairline when your hand grabs at his shirt. 

“Alright,” Will sighs. “Put my daughter on the phone now, would you?”

“Yes, sir.”

—

Rafe had barely left your side since the two of you returned home, letting you cry it out in his arms once you finished talking with your dad, not hearing any apology you had about your display of emotions, the fact that your stupid work commitment had been the catalyst for all of this.

And then fell asleep for a little, waking from the nap you had planned to be taking on the plane today after your ungodly wake-up time this morning only when you heard him on the phone with his own family. That phone call seemed a lot shorter and a lot less emotional than yours, so you knew he must have been talking to Ward.

“Are you a relieved at all?” you ask him, before you're even fully awake, picking at one of the buttons on his henley as he finished up his call. 

“Honestly?” he says, putting his phone on the side table by the bed before rolling onto his side and facing you. “Yeah, a little. But I’d rather deal with your mom’s friends asking us when we’re getting married than see you this upset.”

“I more meant with Ward.”

“Ward’s a known entity,” he says casually, but you know he’s probably glad to be off the hook. You hated traveling back home on your own, but you knew Rafe’s little storm cloud would reappear the moment you touched the dock. “I never had to deal with the Island Club ladies confronting me at the pharmacy and the grocery store about when I’m ‘finally settling down’ before you.”

“Maybe they’ll think we’re actively eloping instead,” you say. “I’ll post a beach picture so everyone thinks we’re in Hawaii or something.”

“Maybe you wear something white,” he says, tugging at the hem of your shirt. 

Silence stretches between the two of you, your jokes as a coping mechanism disappearing as quickly as they came. 

“How can I make it better, baby girl?” Rafe asks.

“Get your pilot license like you’ve been talking about for years so you can fly us through this storm before Kelce’s party tonight.”

“I texted him while you were asleep,” Rafe says. “I was gonna tell him to take it easy on you when you called to cancel, but he’s not gonna make it home either.” 

“No,” you say, propping yourself up on your elbow suddenly. “What?”

“Yeah,” Rafe confirms. “He did the same runaround. He told me he just barely made it onto a flight this morning, but they deplaned right before they were supposed to take off.” 

“Hmph,” you groan, the visual of your best friend alone in his high-rise apartment on his favorite day of the year making you feel even worse. You’ll have to call him eventually and bully his plans for the holiday out of him so you can make sure he’ll at least be treating himself to some nice take-out and calling his mom. 

None of this was right. You should all be three sheets to the wind at one of your favorite bars right now, or trying to sneak into Gretchen’s basement without a lecture from her dad that you’re all way too old for before the pregame. You should have spent the evening doing your makeup while Rafe sits on the tub in your bathroom and watches, fetching things from your suitcase when you need them, refilling your wine and nodding along to all of the island gossip you’d been able to catch up on. 

You should be gossiping in the kitchen with your mom, with Rose, with Sarah and Wheezie, while Rafe gets his fix of time with your father and serves his sentence of time with his own, respectively. Rafe should be whispering wisecracks about your little brother’s douchey boyfriend that’s somehow managed to hang around for this long in your ear during cocktail hour, and you should be shaking your head in disbelief as John B regales you with another insane story about his antics with his friends. 

You should have gotten out of that meeting, the one that went extremely well that you can’t even be happy about anymore. You knew Rafe wanted to ask about it, but after dinner with some higher-ups you’d raced home and thrown yourself into the last-minute packing before passing out.

You should be almost anywhere but where you are, but at least you’re still with Rafe.

“I know,” Rafe says. “I know it sucks. I wish I could fix it, baby.”

“Again, I find it so rude you can’t control the weather or fly us through it yourself. I’ll be sure to require that when I’m scouting for my next boyfriend,” you say. 

“And when might that be?”

“Probably after the holidays, when I have the time.”

You squeal when Rafe’s hands grab at your middle, his fingers digging in until you’re pressed as close to him as you can be. Captain jumps on the bed, worming his way in between you two.

“You say something so mean when you know I can’t be mad at you,” Rafe says against the shell of your ear. 

You giggle, humming contentedly when he presses a kiss to your neck. “You love me.”

“I do.” 

“So,” you say. 

“So,” he echoes. 

“We called our parents, you talked to Kelce,” you say.

“Did you text the girls?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you say, reaching for your phone and swiping through what had come in since you fell asleep. “And Dylan’s been blowing me up, so my parents must have told him.”

“At least we don’t have to sit through a meal with Everett,” Rafe says, cracking a smile at your offended look. “Come on. I’m sorry, but your brother’s boyfriend sucks.”

Everett does suck, and you’ll collect all of the silver linings where you can get them. No Ward, no Everett, no Chloe and no Griffin. 

“I wonder who would’ve had the guest house this year.”

“If your mom gave it to me again, we might have had to brave my dad’s,” Rafe says.

“What’d your dad say? On the phone earlier?”

“That he’ll miss us. He sends his best, said he knew you’d be upset,” Rafe says. “And that Rose will miss your pumpkin pie. I wanna call my sisters and John B tomorrow when they’re done with dinner.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you sigh, taking note of the rest of the texts from your friends, sending hearts and crying faces in the group chat when Topper complained about how the OBX is a ghost town this week and Blythe couldn’t join him later like they’d planned. He must have gone home earlier, what you wish you would’ve done. “We have to call Kelce, too. Maybe we can try to eat dinner at the same time with him on FaceTime.”

“Oh yeah. What do even wanna eat?” Rafe asks.

You groan, rolling onto your back. “My grandma’s peach pie.”

“Fuck,” Rafe answers. “I forgot about that.”

“It might be fun to do a small spread,” you venture to say. “I mean, I don’t know what the store will look like at this point. But do you think we could put something together?”

Rafe nods, and you can already see the grocery list forming in his head. He grabs the notepad he keeps beside the bed seconds later; your boyfriend might be the last person on earth who doesn’t use the app on his phone. “‘Course we can, even if we have to fight someone for the last sweet potato.” 

You sit up in excitement, an idea forming. “Should we invite people over?” 

Rafe raises his eyebrows, tapping the back of his pen against the pad. “Like who?”

“I don’t know. Anyone who’s around?”

“Sure,” he shrugs.

“Really? It’s okay if it’d be too much, we can totally just cook for two, or order in, or—”

“I love that you said ‘we’ can cook,” Rafe says. “You know you’re just going to take up counter space.”

You snatch the pad of paper out of his hands, hitting him on the arm with it. “I’ll set the table and straighten up the house, I promise.”

“And you’ll do it so well,” Rafe says, leaning in for a kiss. “I’m also putting you in charge of alcohol and rounding up the misfits.”

“I can do that,” you say, watching him continue to scrawl out ingredients for whatever he plans to cook while you take up counter space just like he said. 

You’ve been thinking all morning about how Stephen didn’t seem to have any plans this weekend, and about any of your local friends who also couldn’t get a flight out today. Even with a lot of them out of town, you’re hopeful you can partially fill up a table.

“Are we actually doing this, Rafe?”

“If I head to the store now, do you think you can call me with a headcount in the next hour? Do I need to get anything to help the table look pretty?”

“Yes. And no,” you say, already jumping up. “I have tons of stuff in the garage. I’ll just need help getting the boxes down. Oh, we might even get to bring in the extra chairs!”

“Then I think we’re doing this, Y/l/n.”

—

The two of you got barely any sleep last night. You’d shoved as many chairs as possible around your tiny dining room table, Rafe’s hand was cramping from the amount of potatoes he’d peeled, and you had several breakdowns about the tablescapes—and Rafe can’t remember the last time he had a better Thanksgiving. 

You’ve been practically buzzing around the house the last 24 hours, cleaning the entire house top to bottom, calling or texting anyone you could think of that might be alone today, handling any stressful part of this with the biggest smile on your face. 

Rafe doesn’t know how you managed to fill the table up as much as you did, to the point where one of your guests, Ms. Sanchez from two doors down—who always made sure to get your mail and water your plants while you were away—had to bring over a pair of extra chairs she had. Beside her is your friend from college Meredith, plus the guy she’s now dating, Henry. Beside them—and this one really threw Rafe for a loop, because he had no idea how you even managed to wrangle them—were two interns he used to work with during his time at Beau’s company, Sasha and Chase. They must have been as disinterested as you and Rafe were by the invite to Beau and Agnes’ gigantic, catered spread. Across the table is Stephen, who did in fact have nowhere to go today, and was extremely grateful to make the cut. 

“This is enough food,” you say out loud, taking into account everything Rafe had managed to whip up, plus any of the dishes others had brought. “This is enough food, right? Or should I run back out really quick and—”

“It’s enough, baby,” Rafe assures you. “If anything, your gigantic charcuterie gave us a nice cushion.”

Despite Rafe’s jokes, you had been a huge help in the kitchen today—about as huge as you could be before Ms. Sanchez, the first to arrive, had shooed you away and taken the metaphorical reins from Rafe’s hands. He was glad to give them, and he can’t even believe how much food they’d managed to fix up on such short notice.

“No, yeah, you’re right. It’s enough. There’s eight of us—this is plenty for eight. And thank god Meredith brought that champagne, or—”

The doorbell chimes again like it had been all day, the noise breaking through the sound of charmingly awkward small talk and the playlist you’d curated into the wee hours of the morning while Rafe finished following your pumpkin pie recipe. 

“I’ll get it,” you tell him, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, pulling back with your eyebrows furrowed. You readjust your hair, brushing invisible crumbs off of your sweater. “Although, I have no clue who it is at this point.”

“Tell them to pull up a chair,” Rafe says casually. He finishes stirring the mashed potatoes just in time to peek his head around the doorway leading out of the kitchen, just barely catching the look on your face when you open the door.

“What the hell?” you ask, your arms thrown around Kelce in a grip that looks bone-crushing a millisecond. “Why are you at my house? Why are you here?”

Kelce laughs, and Rafe catches his nod, a smile on his own face now. “You didn’t actually think you could do Thanksgiving without me, did you?”

“But how did you… what? Oh my god. Rafe, Rafe! Look who…” you trail off, and Rafe smiles proudly, accepting another kiss to the cheek once you tug Kelce into the kitchen. “You did this.”

“I mean…” he shrugs. Kelce doesn’t skip the decimated charcuterie board on his way into the kitchen, fist bumping Rafe only after collecting the last few pieces of cheese.

“Nailed it,” Kelce says. “But a little upset she didn’t cry.”

“If it helps, I don’t think she had any left in her after thinking about you ordering take-out all alone.”

You look between the two of them, shaking your head in disbelief as Kelce kisses your check. “How did you even get out here? I checked flights this morning. There’s still nothing.”

“Nothing going home. But there’s plenty of flights coming here,” Kelce says. “And your boyfriend even split the price for the extra legroom seat with me.”

You hug Kelce tightly one more time before you start the rounds introducing him to everyone around the table, and he slots in as easily as someone like Kelce would be expected to, finding a seat between Stephen and Ms. Sanchez and a full glass of wine in front of him in no time, still in his plane clothes and everything. 

Rafe wipes his brow with the towel over his shoulder, before shutting the timer off on the oven and pulling the last dish out. He hears you come back into the kitchen, not turning when he hears you re-enter the kitchen.

“I think we’re about ready to eat—”

Rafe’s nearly knocked off balance by the way your arms encircle his neck, and his next worry after regaining his footing is that you might be about to cry again. You’d been doing so well on tears this morning, but only after the obligatory FaceTimes with both of your families had came and went. 

“You,” you say simply, pulling back. “You made this the best back-up Thanksgiving ever.”

“Baby,” Rafe says shyly. “Everyone in there is all you.”

“But you made all of this food, and you even got Kelce here, and really, Chase and Sasha technically, and—”

“We,” Rafe amends. “Yeah?”

“We,” you agree, and Rafe can see it written all over your face. This won’t be the last time you host Thanksgiving, and it might not even be the last time you do it in this house. The two of you are gonna have a million chances to have days like this one, to invite anyone you care for, to make the best out of a really shitty situation.

You and Rafe were a family now; you’d been his home for years. 

There was no Thanksgiving Eve blowout to leave you severely hungover this morning, no unruly or annoying younger siblings to tame on behalf of your parents. No moments between you and Wheezie making his heart melt, or between him and his father the make him yearn for your touch cross the room.

But Rafe knows he’ll have a more solid answer the next time he’s home and one of your mom’s gossipy friends asks when he’ll finally get around to proposing. And he hopes you happen to be at his side, his answer already evident with the jewelry adorning your left ring finger.

“Rafe?” you say, passing a plate off to Meredith, who’d come into the kitchen to help set the table.

“Sorry,” Rafe says, shaking his head, leaning in for one last kiss. “What did you say?”

“I was just… my meeting. It went really well. And I wanna tell you about it after dessert, okay?” you ask.

“Baby, that’s great,” he says, reaching around you to hand Henry a few hot pads. “I wanna hear everything.”

“You will,” you say, grabbing the last basket of bread and Rafe’s hand. “Now let’s eat.”

[ihavemanyhusbands]

uuugh Hotch x Spencer x Reader concepts *evil smile* there is just so many ✨thoughts to think✨

i love to think about how it all started, where the two pining for reader and jealous of the other whenever they had your attention? was reader the one to go "hey, i got enough love for the two if you're interested"?? aaaaaa

and their dynamic🥺😩🤤 aaron being the dad™️ takes care of you two, then you and spence take care of aaron, making sure everyone is on healthy habits

and omfg don't get me started in all the ❤️‍🔥cardio❤️‍🔥i meaaaaaan, there's 2 of them!!!! one needs a break?? no problem, the other is making sure you're still being taken care of...😏🤭 pls this would be so much better if they were overstimulating you or edging you🥵

VEOFBWOSBDJD girl @beelmons literally also just asked me how the whole thing started!!! Wey I do kinda like more like love the idea of them both wanting reader and its like a whole rivalry n shit 😭😭 but reader never hiding that she also wants them both like!!! COME TO MAMI NEOOOOWWWWWW

They’re kinda shocked but also like… they want to try just because it’s you, otherwise they probably wouldn’t.

Obviously at the beginning it’s a bit rocky falling into the dynamic BUT with lots of love and reassurance things just kind of click 🥹❤️ and it’s like… how could it ever have been any other way, you know?

Aaron LOVES taking care of them, but Spencer also knows how to step up and take care of things, too. Obviously, you’re protective of them and would do anything for them. Ride or die type of situation ya know. 🥹🥹🥹

AT THE SAME TIME THEY ARE LITTLE SHITS IN BED IN THEIR OWN WAY. Aaron’s the one who loves to edge reader but Spencer is the king of overstimulation. Aaron usually stays in a more dominant role but he has his hands full since reader and Spencer are switches (bc in my heart this is true) 😭😭 he has to keep them in check bc they’re often fighting for the upper hand. Punishment is handed out like candy in that household, goddammit.

BUT MY GOD i love this dynamic so fucking much and I will never tire of it!!! 🥹😭🥰❤️

Also a song that comes to mind for them is Como Te Quiero Yo by Kali Uchis from her new album (im obsessed with her and her music just fits soooo well) 🥰❤️

[i-cant-sing]

ok. girl. YRG pt 8 had so many twists and turns that I literally thought that my sister was driving.

BITCH for some reason I just cannot accept that Tomura is DEAD,,, this whole time i was reading i was like "ok, so when's he gonna pop up?" and then he DIDNT and then i CRIED

to find out that Dabi killed y/n's mom, like??? WHAT DO YOU MEAAAAAAN??? I just cannot believe that she was gonna kill y/n, like idk that seems out of character but at the same time why would he lie when he was already telling her the truth of HIM being the murderer? unless he's also lying about why he killed her? i just dont think he would? but also dont think y/n's mom would try to kill her? cos like, literally everyone is a yandere for y/n and it's never fr stated if the mom was , but hypothetically if she WAS why would she kill y/n, is it like a "if i can't have her, no one can?" moment,,,is y/n's mom like yandere mother! rei?

also...y/n's quirk reveal? well done. splendid. i give that a 10000000/10, i loved that. it just makes so much sense for her to go over the edge and it LITERALLY go up in flames. i loved it. and then it being like "she'll only make it if SHE wants to," biiiiiiiitch.

and then, idk if im the only one who noticed but like first y/n was like "Keigo did this, keigo did that" and blaming him about tomura (which he did) and her AFO (which he DIDNT) but when she found out about Dabi killing her mom she SWITCHED! and she started blaming DABI FOR TOMURA'S DEATH? i was like, "wow. this is some tough shit"

AND LIKE, DABI WAS DOING SO GOOD!! AND THEN HE DOES THIIIIS, which was already planned way before y/n ran away, but STILL!! "you were doing so good y/n so imma drop a massive dookie bomb on you that im marrying someone that I KNOW YOU HAVE BEEF WITH,,,oh and i was going to do this before you ran away anyways UwU" bitch. suck my middle toe. he reminds me of my own father. has moments of being an actual good father and then does some dumb shit. a never ending cycle fr, RIP y/n, i feel for you.

okkkkkkk, i just had to tell you because you said to and you deserve to know the anguish you put me through! much love, i hope your stalker leaves you alone btw, but how you troll him is very funny to read too!

I LOVE THIS! THANK YOU💖💖💖💖💖

[theolddivorcedzukka]

Tell me more facts about John Laurens please. You have to put up with my long ass posts about autistic ghost summoners from Jupiter so you can tell me as much as you like about Your Special Guy

!!!!!! okay sooooo

john laurens was blond. that is so important to remember cause he, like all blond men, dies a hamster death

he didn't like his dad at all omg. henry laurens was one of the biggest plantation and therefore slave owners in south carolina and laurens was a slavery abolitionist so of course he hated his guts. plus his father was always like "omg master jack could have the prettiest girl placed in front of him and he wouldn't even look her way" and john liked men sooooo. also it is said that his father might have known that he was gay and tried to erase all evidence of that by burning his letters between hamiton so that's why we have few to no letters from laurens to hamilton to look at

also nearly everyone called him jack!!!

he was a super cunt and it was such a shock when he let anyone into his inner circle cause he was such a cunttttt omg but he was very loyal and intimate with the people he did allow into his life and that's why the hamilton letters are so huge as well

did u know that he once insulted king louis to his face and he still got a loan from france and military supplies? coolest guy ever

he also drew a lot!! he loved drawing birds and he was actually really good at it

he was actually the most aggressive out of the combo of him and hamilton which is so surprising. when he dueled lee and injured him, he wanted to keep going and hamilton and lee's second had to convince them out of it before they killed each other

he called hamilton "my dear boy".......he never referred to anyone else this way

he had an ex called francis kinloch who sucked so bad cause he was a royalist and he laughed at john's ideas against slavery so john broke it off right then and there in the most passive-aggressive letter I've ever seen (he didn't address him by his name at the beginning of the letter, roasted him to death, and then closed it off with a simple "adieu")

close to this time, he got a woman named martha manning pregnant and married her to preserve her honor. his daughter was named frances which is weird considering his ex was francis so like.....who calls their kid by their ex's name jfc???

alexander allegedly found out about john's wife and daughter after reading a letter addressed to him and this was a year and a half after knowing him. oops?

HE FUCKED THAT GINGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he was also held hostage by the british during alexander's wedding and alexander invited him for a threesome with eliza. btw

if you don't believe my last statement, he said "I wish you were at liberty to transgress the bounds of Pensylvania. I would invite you after the fall to Albany to be witness to the final consummation. My Mistress is a good girl, and already loves you because I have told her you are a clever fellow and my friend; but mind, she loves you a l’americaine not a la françoise" WHAT DO YOU MEAAAAAAN

hmm idk what else i can share but did u know that he was so fucking depressed like he was really depressed

[butch-reidentified]

IT IS ALL CONNECTED! What do you meaaaaaan? The anon we are talking about is het-partnered women commiserating very specifically over radblr treatment as if it’s not the ONLY place where it’s okay to question heterosexual relationships. As if mean anons are proof het-partnered women are victimized. Radblr isn’t the place to get support for heterosexuality or osa partnerships. One minute they’re reblogging a post about the statistics of male violence/abuse next minute gloating about BF. LIKE.

what are you not getting about this? she never asked for support for osa partnerships lmao. supporting WOMEN is kiiind of a huge part of what radical feminism is supposed to be. how do you not grasp the difference between the 2. the entire way you've responded to this is so devoid of nuance and it's worrying tbh

[stinkyme]

Oh my god, yes, the sword! Ahhhh!

And when Akutagawa bit him, like bro move about of the way, it’s my turn to bite the slut (the way he gasped, abahshhshshsh!!!!!) Jouno was very bbg and desperate in this episode.

And about Fedya…hmmm…I can think of many ways to solve that problem. Them taking turns, or Fedya and me ruining Jouno at once (and when Fedya’s ego gets a little too big, I’ll ruin him too, to humble him) or me pegging Jouno and Fedya fucking his throat or so manny other things, my brain cinema is working overtime, the images in my mind are veeery interesting…(dom Hio is coming crawled out of her shell slowly…)

is dom Hio still around or did she completely crumble under Fyodor once more? :3

the way Jouno gasped and "died" like a whore makes me so happy, like that's how I wanna die - like a true whore

Tachihara "dying" was also so ?!????!??!??? WHAT DO YOU MEAAAAAAN "ah, fuck", dude i will fuck you right there idc

mhm mhm, I love how all of this that you sent doesn't contain one single scenario of Fyodor being actually ruined...says enough about my first question :3

however, I really would like Jouno and Fyodor rotation, makes my skin crawl so nicely and makes my cock ITCH with desire to slap it across their faces fr fr...Asagiri didn't put them together on purpose and it makes me unsatisfied but oh well, at least we have imagination :3

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas Marie!

@offwithhxrhead As per your request for some family fun with Victor, Alice, Smiler, and your girl Madeline, here is the gang having perhaps a little trouble figuring out family game night. Hope you enjoy!

It’s Parcheesi And Those Are The Actual Rules

“Ha! A five! Finally! Which meaaaaaans – sorry, Smiler, it’s back to Start with you!”

“Huh – hey, wait!” Smiler protested, holding up a hand as Madeline went to pick up their piece. “That’s a safe space! I can’t be captured on a safe space, remember?”

“What?” Madeline looked down, frowning. “No, this is an entrance space. That’s gotta be something different.”

“It’s got a circle!” Smiler said, pointing. “That means safe!”

“Maybe, but two pawns of different colors can’t occupy a safe space anyway!”

“Which should mean you can’t bring a pawn out there.”

“Oh come on – thanks to you, I’ve only got the one out on the board right now! You’ve gotta let me have this!”

“Why did we buy this game again?” Victor groaned, letting his head thunk against the table.

“Because it’s fun, damn it,” Alice replied, grabbing the rules sheet in a well-practiced motion. “It’s just – a bit complicated, that’s all.”

“A bit complicated?” Victor protested, peeking up at her sideways. “That’s the tenth time you’ve looked at that piece of paper tonight.”

“It’s our first time playing – we’re going to need some time to memorize everything.”

“Maybe so, but it feels like there’s a lot to memorize. For example, I still don’t remember how many bonus moves you get for capturing a pawn versus how many you get for getting one into Home.”

“Twenty for capturing, ten for getting into Home,” Madeline told him, patting his back before glaring at Smiler. “Which I only know because they keep sending me back to my Start and then gleefully going twenty.”

“As if you’re not trying to do the same here,” Smiler pointed out. They poked the circle in the contested space, frowning. “I’d swear this counts as a safe space, though.”

“It can’t be, because otherwise somebody could park their ass there and never let their opponent get a pawn out. Come on, Mum, back me up there.”

“I’m looking, I’m looking – aha!” Alice held up a finger as she read through the relevant rules. “Mmm-hmmm. . .all right, as it turns out, Maddie is correct. While normally any space with a circle is a safe space, and a safe space cannot be shared by two pawns of different colors, the entrance spaces are unique in that, if someone brings their pawn out while another pawn is sitting there, they do automatically capture that pawn. And get twenty moves.”

“Ha!” Madeline plucked the bright yellow pawn from the space and handed it to Smiler. “Back to Start with you.”

“Fine, fine,” Smiler said, putting the pawn back in their starting circle. They leaned back across the table with a smirk. “But I’ve still got two pawns in Home, and you haven’t got any yet.”

“Well, maybe I can finally get one in now that you can’t keep knocking me back,” Madeline retorted, considering her options. “Okay, so if I take five with this pawn, and then the other fifteen with–”

“Ah – no,” Alice cut in. “You have to take your twenty with a single pawn. You’re thinking of when you roll doubles with all four pawns out and get to go fourteen moves – that one you can split up between your pawns.”

“Oh – right.” Madeline shook her head, glancing over at her father as she grabbed the pawn she’d just brought out and moved it twenty. “Okay, you’re right – this game’s complicated.”

“And yet people have been playing it successfully since the basic form was invented in India ages ago,” Alice said, folding her arms. “We can get through it too.”

“I know,” Victor said, finally sitting up straight again. “But maybe next week we can play Monopoly?”

“And watch you utterly crush us again with the power of capitalism you learned from your father? No thanks,” Smiler said, grabbing the dice.

“As I recall, Alice won the last game of Monopoly.”

“Only because I landed on Free Parking right when I needed cash,” Alice responded. “Every other game, you have, in fact, killed us.”

“Do you really want our family to become another Monopoly statistic, Dad?” Madeline added, giving him big eyes.

Victor laughed. “All right, all right, maybe Clue next week instead. . .”

[tomboyjessie13]

Medea: Well... Actually, before the affair, there was this one time I actually pranked DIO without getting my ass killed.

Polnareff: *Shocked* Are you serious!?

Medea: Yeah, I was on cleaning duty one day and I overheard him making a bit of a condescending comment on redheads. And of course, me being a half-Irish red head from my mom, I didn't take too kindly to that remark and decided to teach him a lesson in "humility".

~Flashback~

April 1988

~Flashback ends~

Joseph: And you got away with it!?

Medea: Yep, to this day he had no idea that it was me who tainted his shampoo with blue hair dye and thought it was a faulty hair product, took him 4 weeks to fix his hair >:-3

Joseph: *Dies laughing* XD

Kakyoin: *Snickering* X3

Polnareff: MEAAAAAAN! XD

Jotaro: *Thumbs up* >:-)

Avdol: Empowering, but that was INCREDIBLY reckless of you, Medea, DIO or one of his subordinates could've killed you if either of them found out.

Medea: Maybe so, but it was worth it. My ancestors have been pushed around by the British for far too long and aren't afraid to go apeshit...... no offense, gramps.

Joseph: Oh no I'm with you... though you could've gone with red hair dye to get the point across.

Medea: Tempting, but I went with blue because using red was too risky, he was commenting on redheads, and I don't want him catching on that someone was eavesdropping on him.

Joseph: Eh, that's fair.

- Medea explains how she got away with dying DIO's hair out of spite over red hair, inspired by Matilda.

[chikaoofka]

GRABS AND SHAKES YOU VIOLENTLY /pos 🖋🖋🖋

noooo dont grab ans shake me youreso meaaaaaan the meanest anon you are

^- silly

you rolled 2 ones .... would HATE to have that luck i feel like me or my characters would end up permakilled in a ditch somewhere . but alas. you rolled dia !

i dont know where to start nor how cohesive to make this but like i shrug i shrug. cut because it might be kinda long? didnt realise i could do that? lmao?

i might as well start with "silly" "little" things like how she's always my "REALLY GOOD FIGHTER" character? pretty sure that started with how she was a "hunter" in lobcorp originally but regardless. something something i'm not actually sure if you know/like project moon i might kinda go more generally actually.

....which is unfortunate because she's kinda very much so a project moon character? she's so underdeveloped in Every Other Universe but alas. uh. hmm. or like? she's only got reasons to be angry in the City? ? ? whatever

She's actually like one of my MAIN MAIN ocs? yet I'm sitting here, mind-blank, kinda unsure how to describe her ???? I feel it's kinda cliché or something to say but she's like... big angry protector person. for mostly entirely her Friends .She Does Not Care About Anyone Else. She's always had a need 2 protect [her friends] 'cuz something something she's probably constantly afraid she'll lose them somehow if they like dont arent protected by HER specificlally . she probably has trust issues or something. she probably has a lot of issues actually, also. she would do anything (<- within some reason) 2 make sure theyre all ok at all times. which is funny ithink? yeah? yeah

the main reason she's all super angry is actually because of one guy, "Timothy" or whateve.r . although like i never ever draw him i kinda hate his design i really need to redo it . but still its so funny? this is the guy? the guy who made her so like fucked up and vitriolic.? damn. damn he's so pathetic. i could bully him and immeidately die,

some other miscellaneous fun facts because now im kinda bummed out and i just remembered half of these .

she hates things that are taller than her. she is 6'7 . if you are taller than her by any substantial amount she will attack you and maul you leave you unrecognisable call you john doe when shes done with you .

if she was in invader zim she would be a sir unit thank you

shes british

she has a hat in lor.this is really really really important

its......wasp..........its thematically appropriate..................... heheheheh ehehehehehhe wasp

[sleevebuscemii]

Bestie so funny that you reblogged that prince of Egypt post because now I know you’ll understand the reference- I showed my cousin the picture of jinyoung with the short hair and shirt unbuttoned, titties out and she said it looked like Moses in the sand when the camel bites off his hair 😭😩

asgjdlslahfakslsgsh anon u and ur cousin are onto something

and the way short hair moses also had a wig??!!!!!! these parallels what does it all meaaaaaan

[kingdom-mechanics]

[.... I MEAAAAAAN.]

[She just got here. Ain't gonna kill her off yet obviously]

[Buuuuuut I'll keep that option on the table.]

*More dead ends, more debris, more glitter and scales and bits of armor.... every so often they hear a very faint echo. Like a scream. Most voices they can somewhat recognize as the other residents.... but a couple they can't.*

*Ramona doesn't care, she just keeps walking*

[goofyjelly]

SEASON ONE EPISODE NINE OF THE VAMPIRE DIARIES-

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOURE GOING TO BRING HER BACK, DAMON??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?!?!?!

W H A T

WHAT DO YOU MEAAAAAAN?!

OH MY GOD AND NOW THE THING WITH BONNIE?! BONNIE OMG?

no fucking way, no WAY- that's gotta be-

IT IS!! FUCKING CALLED IT! ITS EMILY OMG

SHES ALIVE??!

PLEASE NO- DONT BRING KATHERINE BACK NOOOOO

maybe they should talk it out over football

COME ON- they've gotta know she's posses-

yup they figured it out

okay I think Emily is doing the right thing (or wants to-)

"y'know what I'm not gonna invite you in" OKAY SO THE HISTORY TEACHER IS DEFINITELY A VAMPIRE, RIGHT? (I mean, his name is Alaric so it's not totally unexpected)

OH MY GOD DAMON SAVED *EVERYONE*-

TWENTY SEVEN VAMPS?!?!?!?!

HELL YEAH, EMILY!!!

omg fireworks 🎉🥳🤗

BONNIE NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love this show

SO SHES A VAMPIRE WITCH NOW??!?!? WHAT?!?! W H A T?

OOOOO!!! Bonnie's gonna be part of the In-The-Know gang!

oh thank god, she's not gonna become a vampire thank goodness.

WHAT STEFAN???? AFTER EVERYTHING?!? YOU CANT LEAVE , WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER NOW

Clearly Mystic Falls is a really unsafe supernatural space- Elena can NOT defend herself from a swarm of blood hungry vamps, OKAY STEFAN?!

Aw. At least Caroline is happy.

literally same, Stefan. he's so me. (end scene)

OH MY GOD LOGAN?!?!?! HOW?!?! LOGAN WHAT?!?! YOU CANT JUST THROW THAT AT ME-

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Well Ms Izumi?

Grandma - don't believe what that emo gamer bitch is saying! She is trying to trick you with that technology you hate!

Besides you hate technology and video games! For all you know, she could of edited the damn thing and I'm sure it wouldn't look like me at all!

How about you quit saying that, I didn't edit anything! I video taped it and mostly wanted you to stop because you were bullying my class and kept me from making friends so what the actual hell!

Hmph, you think any of them want to be friends? They all attended Hope's Peak to get careers and talents so maybe stop playing nice and learn about the real world instead of playing video games.

Then maybe you should stop being such a brat; you insecure, immature, bratty womenchild! I swear you act like a freaking 6 year old! Whenever you insult someone it's okay when you do it but then suddenly when someone insults you, you just suddenly go into a temper tantrum pull those fake tears so how about you grow up and learn to take responsibility for once in your damn life!

Waa...Waaaa-.

WAAAAAAHAHAAAAAHAAAAA! YOUR MEAAAAAAN!!!

Enough of you 2, your both need to stop arguing because I can't think clearly with all this yelling!

Ye-Yeah see grandma! I told you she was a bully she-!

Hiyoko don't start...

Now, it seems that this Nagi girl wants to show proof to me that you are unfit to be my successor and is considering the clan in mind which if that's the case... I should see what she wishes to show...

Wa-Wait wait, it's not... I was just kidding! It's really not as bad it sounds, you have to believe me! YOU HAVE TO!

Thank you ma'am, so here you go... *sets her phone and shows the video*

So are you ready? Because the video footage your about to see is what I witness...

[whispertrolls-archive]

I meaaaaaan… you kinda are

Plus you like super hate her childhood moirail who she’s tied to sooooo

"Hmm. It's almost as if I have reason to."

You give the anon a sarcastic smile. It almost feels out of place, especially with the squint that accompanies it, but the expression quickly dissipates.

"As for the intimidation factor, well... I'm flattered that I can apparently pull it off so subconsciously."

[starsimpact]

ooc. i’m im the process of (?) making a comic abt this but everything i do i absolutely hate, so— i’m just gonna ramble abt it bc i think this is absolutely hilarious.

while playing the sumeru archon quest, i was thinking abt how/what arvad would be doing. and i got and idea. but also this made me realise how much of an IDIOT this fool really is.

he ended up running into the traveller & paimon on their way to sumeru— so as usual he’s like “omg travel buddy let’s walk together.” but then as soon as they make it to sumeru— arvad fucking DISAPPEARS. and i mean gone. nowhere to be seen ‼️ traveller turns to tell him smth and he’s just poofed. outta there.

so cut to like??? idk how much time actually passed bc that dream loop thing went on for ages. but cut to their first time in aaru village ‼️ after that big ‘ole sandstorm and while everyone’s sitting around really awkwardly and talking, paimon gets a glimpse of arvad out the window and is like “‼️‼️” (tearing up and shit bc y’know. he DISAPPEARED. and the more they learn abt the environment in sumeru the more the lil gal thought he might’ve gotten stuck or died or smth 😭)

so blah blah blah they’re reuniting and talking for a bit. and arvad notices traveller’s akasha terminal and is like “???? what’s this? looks cool??”

so then paimon is like???? confused bc didn’t he get one already?? so she’s just: “oh but didnt you get one in sumeru city??”

no. he did not. this fuck is like "lol i've never even been NEAR sumer city !!!!"

cue trav and paimon abt to WHOOP HIS ASS. bc WHAT DO YOU MEAAAAAAN YOUVE NEVER EVEN BEEN TO SUMERU CITY AFTER BEING IN SUMERU FOR THAT WHOLE TIME????????