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[kalied0skull]

“I feel silly...”

“So?! You look gorgeous!”

“You really think so?”

“I know so, my love.”

now playing : Hey Lover — The Daughters of Eve ♪

little voice in my brain said T4T sandypop, and i sighed and got right to work...

★ ramble under the cut !

apparently I've done every sort of sandy drawing but her actual design that i have for her like by herself, and I'm slightly content with that

but ignoring canon sandy LOOK AT HIM!!! :,D AND LOOK AT SODA!

i dunno where this idea came from quite frankly, i read transfemme soda somewhere on my dashboard and immediately got pulled into the darkness by this shadowy hand who whispered "T4T SANDYPOP..." in my ear and i nodded and yessed incessantly

they're so :( i really do love sandypop so much

in my eyes t4t sandypop do not change their names, but sandy MIGHT... idk why i get the vibes she'd change it to like, Anton. a fun little A name, maybe even Andy... (get it hehe)

Soda though, psht, how could she ever disrespect her father's creativity? she's SODAPOP. that's my GIRL. god i love them so much

i post too much stevepop, sometimes i just gotta spin around and pull out a random whammy. and today... it was sandy & soda :3 (or in this case, ANDY and soda. hehehe)

sorry i keep deadnaming them i promise it's just for familiarity /silly

for this scene, I don't know WHY they're shirtless. but i like to imagine andy gives soda his bras and dresses, and soda gives andy her boxers and baggy jeans. they're little traders. it works out well because they're similar in weight, just a bit... short / tall. hehe.

they're so adorable i love them truly :(

my sandy / andy design is SO out there compared to the other manys i see of them. but i love my baby, i do. i plan to draw the outsiders girls more often soon in the near future... i have plans...

anyways I'm on the way to the racetrack ! wish me luck !!! or don't!!! I'll probably suck anyways depending on how dumb my kart is tonight !! AHHHH

[gob-lob]

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Habits 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Andy Barber, Cole Turner (Professor AU)

Summary: your life is thrown into chaos after a night out goes awry.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

The room is electric, colours glare and glimmer, music thrums, bodies writhe. You ride the wave of the rhythm, balancing your cup in one hand as you wave the other above you. You giggle and smile at Mercedes. It’s starting to hit, whatever it is she gave you. 

Your eyes roll back as your head dips and you sway to the pulsing beat. You gyrate and hum beneath the wall of sound all around you. You spin and gulp back the last of your mixed vodka. You flick your lashes up and search for somewhere to leave the empty. 

Mercedes is gone. Hm, she’s probably just off the restroom or the bar. Hopefully she brings back more. You find a table and slam the empty cup on it. You shimmy around as a cute guy presses past you. Hey, you know him. 

“Colin,” you slur, catching his hands as they creep up your hips. 

“Hey baby,” he speaks over the music as he leans in, “you’re looking loose. Like the music?” 

“Sure, I like the music,” you put your palms to his chest, “but I can’t stand you.” 

You stick your tongue out and shove him away. He’s such a slimy fuck. He huffs and drops his grip. That’s it. The shift. One minute, the smarmy smirk and the next, that evil fucking glare. 

“See ya. Try not to traumatize anyone, bud,” you slap his arm and carry on past him. 

“Slut,” he calls after you. 

He says so but you never lowered yourself to his level. Or under him. 

You stand on your toes, searching the crowd for Mercedes’ spiral curls. It should be easy enough to find her. She has those fuzzy pom poms pinned into her hair.  

You mutter to yourself and check your phone. Your balance isn’t exactly comforting but you have enough for another drink. Fuck it. You’re getting blitzed. 

You get to the bar and lean on it as you wave at the bartender. You nearly slip as you put your foot on the metal rod that trims the bottom of the bar and you cling to the edge. You smile and correct yourself. 

“Vodka soda,” you call above the hue. 

He squints at you and shakes his head, “no way. You had enough, sweetheart.” 

“What? I’m fffinnneee,” you whine. 

“Step away from my bar or I’ll call the bouncer,” he warns. 

“Damn, geez,” you put your palms up defensively, “fine. Don’t have to be nasty.” 

You spin and your legs tangle. You stumble and collide with someone else. You catch yourself against them. Oh, gosh. You can feel their muscle through their shirt. Mmf. 

You follow the body up to short stubble and recoil. Bit older than you expected. As much as you admire an older man, you didn’t come here to hook-up. You learned your lesson last time. 

“Excuse me,” he touches your hip lightly then rescinds his hand, almost shyly. 

“S-sssorry,” you laugh, “I’m a bit tipsy.” 

“Can’t be mad at a pretty girl running into me,” he grins and you notice his throat bob. That’s cute. He’s nervous. Kinda makes sense since he’s a bit out of place with the coed crowd.  

You keep your smile on, “that’s sweet.” 

You try to move past him but he sidles in the same direction. You end up bumping into each other again. He raises his hands helplessly. 

“Ah, sorry, I keep--” he gets in your way again. “Keep running into you. Maybe it’s a sign I should buy you a drink.” 

It’s almost smooth. Almost. He’s trying. It’s kind of endearing. And you won’t complain for a top-up, especially on his dime. 

“Sure, can I have a vodka soda,” you push your shoulders up and bat your lashes, “I’ll, er, go wait over there.” 

You peek behind you. The bartender is thoroughly distracted. The man peers back then at you again. 

“Sure. I’ll grab us drinks.” 

Your eyelids sag and you shimmy your shoulders, “you’re a real sweetie.” 

You flit off through the crowd and go to wait at the small corner table. You bop and keep your eye out for Mercedes. Come on. If she ditched you for another guy... 

The man approaches you, balancing the drinks with a wary look to those dancing around him. He breaks free of the crush and swiftly sets down the glasses. He shakes the excess of his fingertips and wipes a hand on his jeans. 

“Oh, by the way, I’m Cole,” he introduces himself with a handshake. That’s adorable. 

“Coral,” you say back. “Thank you soooooo much.” 

You take the vodka soda and slurp through the straw. Oof. It’s stronger than you expect. Or maybe you really have had enough. 

“Are you a student?” He asks. 

You dribble a bit over your lower lib and dab it with your knuckles. You swallow a belch and nod, “oh yeah. I’m in Communications. Fun times.” 

“Fun?” He echoes. 

“Sure, it’s all nonsense. I just need a degree to get me in the door but it’s nothing special,” you shake your head. “I’m gonna be a PR specialist. I wanna work for fashion brands.” 

“Fashion,” he nods as his eyes fixate on you, “you enjoy it?” 

“Yeah, if I could sew I might try design but I can’t draw either,” you garble and pause as your tongue sticks. Oof, are you even speaking clearly right now?

“That’s cool. Driven young lady,” his eyes drift down and you suddenly feel exposed. “Pretty too.” 

“Ah ha, yeah,” you blink and shake your head. Ooh, okay, the pill is really kicking you in the teeth right now. “Can you excuse me? I’m not... I gotta... pee!” 

You scramble away as your head spins and your limbs turn to sand. You can hardly push through the invisible waves holding you back. You search for the bathrooms and finally see the sign. You run into another girl coming out and quickly dip behind the door. 

You barely stagger into the stall as your vision begins to speckle. Something’s not right. What the hell, Mercedes? You might be careless for taking the pill but she also didn’t warn you it was that potent. You sit on the toilet and lean forward to cradle your head. You don’t sit back up as the darkness beckons you down and down. 

[lumithetwelfth]

object shows be like

> Object Battle Insanity

> started in 2011 by 10-year-old brothers Jimmy and Andy

> animated in Adobe Flash

> royalty free music

> featuring: Paper, Box, Framy, Spoon, Plushy, Soda, Spray Bottle, Lemon and Shoelacey (EVIL, DO NOT GO NEAR)

> little kid voice

> "I hate you Paper!" "Well I hate you too Box!"

> "Hello, and welcome to OBJECT BATTLE INSANITY, where objects will be battling out to win a giant CUBE made of pure, 24 KARAT gold!"

> all the characters want the golden cube because they want money

> challenge is to jump off a building into a pool of water

> Spoon jumps off and lands in a bush and dies because he's stupid

> 20 episodes later

> the number 5832 keeps coming up for some reason

> "Yayyy!!! I won the cube!" -Paper

> "Hghhh, I hate you!" -Box, 2nd place

> 3 months later

> Object Battle Insanity SEASON 2

> all the characters are back, and some new ones too

> the cube is gone for some reason

> the characters' genders are really confusing

> "Hello, and welcome to OBJECT BATTLE INSANITY 2! Where you will be competing to win ANOTHER CUBE?!!??"

> Shoelacey goes insane and starts killing people

> the punishment for being eliminated is being banished to the Valley of Losers for 5832 years

> 6 episodes later

> OBI is cancelled (ends on a cliffhanger)

> Jimmy and Andy go silent

> 5 YEARS LATER

> Object Battle Insanity Season 3: Object Battle Bigger Insanity

> all the characters are back (nobody acknowledges the events of OBI 2)

> much better animation now

> the new host is a psychopath

> "I have TAKEN CONTROL of the show, and now you will be competing for a PLATINUM CUBE!!!"

> everyone wants to get the platinum cube because money

> host tortures the contestants

> TEAM NAMES: "Interesting People", "R.I.D.E.R.S.", "the", and of course "□◇○♡●♧○♡○●" (pronounced "bflurgh")

> Paper and Box have to bond over a shared team

> Shoelacey is missing for some reason

> each new episode takes like 8 billion years to arrive

> the challenge is to climb a mountain, Soda gets to the top but slips on a rock and hits their head and dies

> SODA IS ELIMINATED WITH 5832 VOTES

> "HEY, MY LOYAL FOLLOWERS WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS ONE-" -Soda as they're dragged into the Endless Void (the Valley of Losers was destroyed in OBBI 4 after it was swallowed up by the sun)

> 25 episodes later

> "No, it can't be! Lemon wins the platinum cube!"

> the host runs away with the prize

> cliffhanger

> 2 weeks later

> OBI 2 IS BACK (we just finished season 3)

> ALSO SEASON 4 IS HERE: Object Battle Insanity presents: Ultimate Object Mayhem

> OBI 2 episode 8: WE'RE BACK BABY

> nobody acknowledges the events of OBBI

> OBI2 and UOM are now running concurrently

> the new host is less insane but still weird

> Paper and Box are now in love

> "Hello, and welcome to the ULTIMATE OBJECT MAYHEM, where you will be competing for a DIAMOND SPHERE!!!"

> everyone complains about how a sphere is smaller than a cube

> Lemon is plotting a coup from inside the void to steal the prize

> the challenge is to balance a stack of 5832 planks on your nose for 25 minutes

> Paper and Box form a deep meaningful connection

> meanwhile in OBI2

> Shoelacey tries to kill everyone but luckily she's stopped by the power of friendship

> DOORBELL IS ELIMINATED WITH 89,091 VOTES

> the finale of UOM

> Paper and Box are standing at the top of the mountain, looking up at the brightly lit sky

> emotional cinematic music playing (imagine the end of Bloody Mary)

> "Box..."

> "When I came to you, all those years ago..."

> "We thought we were enemies..."

> ...

> Box: "I remember it well..."

> Paper caresses Box's cheek and looks into their eyes, shining brightly

> "We were meant to be..."

> in that moment, the prizes don't matter anymore, all that matters is eachother

> zooms out to show their silhouettes in front of the stars as the music picks up

> OBJECT BATTLE INSANITY

> roll credits

> Absolute cinema

[cyrah-is-cool101]

Frank Bruno's Boxing as actual Punch Out characters

I have read a post made by @thorkelsongirl about this game called Frank Bruno's Boxing, which is basically a Punch-Out bootleg according to them with Frank Bruno, a British boxer who once defeated Mike Tyson twice. This game's main opponents have some pretty interesting characters who are similar to the actual Punch Out characters while others are made entirely 'original' so to speak. So I have the privilege to recreate these characters if they were actual (and official) characters in the Punch-Out lore. Of course, I won't be adding Frank Bruno in this series of mine since I am not comfortable about adding real-life people (except if I have to make a new boxer inspired by the character but not this one).

So, here are the opponents which I would like to call Branch D, each of them spit into different circuits of course:

(Minor Circuit)

Canadian Crusher as Bud Lumberjack

From: Ontario, Canada

Age: 30

Weight: 438 lbs.

Height: 6'3

Rank: #2

Fights: 44-0

Bud is the little brother of Bear Hugger from Ontario who works full-time as a lumberjack for a local sawmill. Unlike his nature-loving older brother who hangs out with bears, Bud is also a city guy sometimes who does vlogs about protecting the environment from deforestation, pollution, and natural disasters. He is also the one who teaches his dear older brother how to use a cell phone and a computer. His skills in the ring are the same as those of Bear Hugger, but they are different with a few new moves he came up with himself.

Fling Long Chop as Fang Lee

From: Aberdeen, Hong Kong

Age: 21

Weight: 145 lbs

Height: 5'7

Rank: #3

Fights: 32-1

Fang was once a kung fu artist but later he adapted his skills into boxing and entered the WVBA. He is a student under Hoy Quarlow and is Dragon Chen's fellow classmate. Fang is considered a very friendly guy with an undisputed appetite yet he still keeps in shape. He is a mukbanger and has his own YouTube channel where he does mukbang videos as well as kung fu instructional videos with Dragon Chen as his regular guest on his channel.

Andra Puncheredov as Mr. Baker

From: Kyiv, Ukraine

Age: 33

Weight: 233 lbs

Height: 6'5

Rank: #5

Fights: 56-1

Mr. Baker is world-renowned chef from Ukraine and is known for making delicious delicacy. He is known to be an old-soul with a habit of spoiling anyone with his food, including Fang. He is also drinking buddies with Soda Popinski and Aran Ryan.

(Major Circuit)

Tribal Trouble as Queen Nzinga II

From: Northern Angola, Africa

Age: 20

Weight: 125 lbs

Height: 5'6

Rank: #1

Fights: 69-0

Queen Nzinga II is the direct descendant of the first Nzinga who is known to be a strong woman with a strong will. She is intellectual in the arts of science and music and was the prime minister of Northern Angola until she became a boxer to represent her country.

Frenchie France as Madam Spider

From: Rouen, France

Age: 25

Weight: 130 lbs

Height: 5'7

Rank: #4

Fights: 54-3

Madam Spider is a mysterious woman whose beauty has a deceptive nature hidden beneath. She has a fondness for spiders and gothic fashion. No one has ever tried to interact with her... well some who survive in conversation with her.

Ravioli Mafiosi as Don Marco

From: Sicily, Italy

Age: 33

Weight: 234 lbs

Height: 6'0

Rank: #1

Fights: 70-3

Don Marco is your typical Italian godfather who doesn't mind getting his hands dirty but he likes to be fair to those who he respects as a true fighter. He is a man of culture and honor, with his signature grin and cigar in his mouth.

(World Circuit)

Antipodean Andy as Dean Outback

From: Lithgow, Australia

Age: 27

Weight: 170 lbs

Height: 5'9

Rank: #2

Fights: 29-0

Dean is an outdoor guy who loves exploring, adventures and of course, the animals. He has his own TV show on National Geographic which is dedicated to the beauty of the natural Aussie nature. He is a very rowdy and excited guy who doesn't mind the danger due to his positive attitude. He is also a very muscular guy when it comes to boxing and he was also a former contestant on Ninja Warrior.

Peter Perfect as Stanley Gold

From: Palm Springs, Florida

Age: 32

Weight: 245 lbs

Height: 6'1

Rank: Champion

Fights: 89-1

Stanley is the undisputed champion of Branch D and not only is he an influential actor but he is also secretly working as a drag queen under the persona, Golden Lily. He and Super Macho Man are quite the famous rivals in both the ring and in showbiz but unlike Macho's vanity and pride, Stanley is a simple rich man with a heart of gold and a perfect smile.

[ollieisoliveoil]

Intro Post! (Please Read)

Hi! Ollie here, this is my intro post ig? (I'm trying man)

Names to call me:

-Ollie (yes)

-Oliver (ye)

-Soda/Sodapop (I'm trying this one out rn)

-Extra Virgin Olive Oil (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE THIS IS FOR A BIT 😭)

Olive Oil (uhhh sure)

-Any random nickname (reserved for my partners and/or friends)

-Beez (umm sure ig)

-Dumb ass, stupid, any other term like that (in a joking way ok?)

-Any Slurs (Only @tommy-cola24 /j)

-Legal/Dead Name (Fuck no)

Pronouns: he/they, Please use more masc pronouns if you want to refer to me

Birthday: November 30th

DNI List:

Basic things like Homophobia, Transphobia, Sexism, Racism, Fatphobia, Pedophilia, just being weird or creepy or hateful or rude

Nsfw (I'm a minor, if you are a nsfw account please don't follow or interact)

People who know me irl (doesn't count if we are friends)

💖🎀 If you don't follow these rules, I will block you 🎀💖

Time zone: CST

Interests (in no specific order):

Percy Jackson

Heroes of Olympus

Ride the Cyclone

Newsies

The Outsiders

Mouthwashing

Arcane

The Coffin of Andy and LeyLey

Amphibia

Tangled the Series

Varian and the 7 Kingdoms (yes I know it's not a real show, let me be delusional and give my nerdy alchemist son a boyfriend)

Epic the Musical

The Guy That Doesn't Like Musicals

Nerdy Prudes Must Die

Black Friday

Scott Pilgrim

Bluey

My Little Pony

DnD

My Hero Academia

Relationship:

I am in a qpr with the lovely @frayna-of-the-hollow <3

Random Stuff ig?:

I tend to stutter irl when I'm nervous, so sorry abt that, I get really anxious about stuff, (when people are mad at me or something)

My hearing is SHIT, and I have a hard time understanding people speaking sometimes (might be Audio Processing Disorder, idk)

dyslexic . . . that one explains itself

I tend to say I love you and be affectionate towards my friends (if that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me)

I personally use dude, man, bro, ext as gender neutral so if you have a problem with that please tell me

Also, I'm cabin 7 yall, my dads the freaking sun Broski's 😎 😎 😎 😎 😎 ☀☀☀☀☀ 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 (according to the official test)

Also, there will be swearing on my blog

And, ya boys got autism and probably adhd

user tags and blinkies :3 (also, I didn't make any of these)

Also, as I'm writing this my dog has sat on my computer at least 4 times

WILL BE UPDATING!

[trips2saturn]

didn’t do last week’s but here it is: TOWL EPISODE 5 SPOILERS BELOW!!!!!!!!!!!! ❤️‍🔥

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ANOTHER LEGENDARY EPISODE FOR THE TWD HISTORY BOOKS. can we get a round of applause please? 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 yes. great. perfect.

you already know what i’m about to scream about. THE RICHONNE PROPOSAL™️ HELLODHSJDHSKBDJSHSHSSBSBSJEISNS DID I NOT PREDICT IT YES OR NO. YES I DID!!!!! THE RING 😭😭😭 HIS SPEECH 😭😭😭 HIM GETTING ON ONE KNEE AND THEN SHE GETS ON HER KNEES TOO?!?1?2!$:)!/!:/& HER RESPONSE TOO?! SEDATE ME THIS IS ALL I’VE EVER WANTED. imagine thinking we haven’t won the damn lottery with this ship it’s neverrrr over for us i love them i love them so much they’re going home next episode, and we’re going to see the ring on her finger WATCH THIS SPACE ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🥺😁

not even five minutes into the episode and i was being ambushed with both admiration and TORTUROUS PAIN. the cute little callback to 7x12 of them just being on the road, scavenging, surviving, and loving on each other was sooooo cute. rick kissing the back of mich’s hand. DOES THIS SHOW WANT ME TO DO SOMETHING VERY CATASTROPHIC BC I WILL.

BOOM. immediate anguish right after their cutie scene because what does rick do? OH RIGHT HE PULLS OUT THE PHONE OF CARL’S DRAWING AND STARES AT IT SOLEMNLY. CATASTROPHIC THOUGHTS ARE FORMING EXPONENTIALLY LITTLE TUMBLR PEOLLE 😭😭😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹😔😔😔😔 i can’t do this anymore no more please. i cried so hard last episode i’m tired brother

that brief scene of rick wanting to bring a gift home for rj. that’s his baby. michonne saying that he’s the brave man, and that just him coming home to them was enough. i need like three days to process this episode it was SOOOOO SOFT

“tasteful noods?” they’re idiots but they’re my idiots. i am also an idiot because just before she said that, i paused the show and read the truck and laughed out loud at the brand. i swear we’re so tethered. michonne and trips, sisters in another universe <3

im not going to sugarcoat anything. idgaf about jadis’s death. in fact, i am celebrating!!!!! will byers is NO MÁS good damn riddance.

ALSO HELLO GABRIEL? i was quite comforted to see a member of the group. those random meetups with haircut were interesting to say the least, especially the kiss because ummm was he not still dating rosita? idk idc i can’t keep up with the timelines anymore it’s not that serious unless it’s rick and michonne

also thank you GABRIEL for the wedding ring, and thanks jadis for giving it to rick. haircut was good for something in the end i guess. doesn’t matter what her ending was, i didn’t feel any reconciliation or compassion. she’s still a piece of shit who stole a great portion of rick’s life from himself and his entire family. burn in the hottest depths of hell. xo!

WAS THAT A PAINTING OF GLENN IN JADIS’S FLASHBACK? IF SO HOW AND WHY IM GENUINELY CONFUSED SOMEONE PLEASE REPLY OR DM ME ASAP

the callback to 6x10?!?!?? spearmint and baking soda?!?! I WAS IN LOVE WITH MY SONS BEST FRIEND!!!!!!!???????? danai and andy took the little richonne file in my brain and STUDIED it to make sure that they filmed every scene that i’ve ever wanted to happen to them. no source just trust me they did it

RICK GIVING MICH A BRAND NEW “M” NECKLACE OHHHHH 😔😔🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 THEYRE SO LOVEBUG. LIKE WOAH OKAY TROY AND GABRIELLA 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭❤️‍🩹 she deserves it so much! and then their kiss inside of the cabin afterwards, and them falling back onto the bed urgsjdvajdbabbs cutie pies!!!!!!!!!!!

every jadis scene pissed me off, so I won’t go into detail too much. you guys know how much i hate her. anyway, michonne using the axe to slice jadis like a cold cut… mother. love her. ALSO her rage when speaking about haircut too, yeah that was the perfect amount of dialogue that i wanted to see from her. her stealing rick’s time of seeing rj’s birth, first steps, etc. UGH. so excellent, you could feel her burning anger in her voice.

all of these callbacks throughout the episode but the best, most important and evident one was the mere fact that they’re a team again. kicking ass, and simply leading each other because that’s what they’re the best at. before any of their romance began, they were trusted confidants who worked so well side by side, and in this episode we got to see and feel the satisfaction and elation of having that back again!!!!!

i felt like i was at a drive thru restaurant ordering the entire episode. can i get some flirting, with a side of ass kicking, and ummm let me get a side of poetic, confessional yearning from rick grimes. yeah, that’ll be all.

rick telling gabriel that he wanted to marry michonne on the bridge. 🥺……. 😡 AND THEN EVERYTHING GOES TO SHIT AFTERWARDS. IMAGINE THE WORLD IF JADIS NEVER KIDNAPPED HIM. THEY WOULD HAVE FOUND HIM EVENTUALLY LIKE HE WAS RIGHT UP THE STREET?? oof — i cannot. we waited so long to hear this admirable dialogue but at what cost. it’s so sad, but at least we’re here now as michonne would say!!!!!

okay. ❤️‍🩹 there’s still so much to unpack but that’s enough out of me for the moment. brain’s still scrambled eggs. last but not least, michonne grimes is the hottest character ever. THE BOXERS?! she looked fucking amazing in every single outfit. if i were rick, i’d be kissing every inch of her neck too HELLO

don’t forget to stream the ones who live episode FIVE 5️⃣ on amc+ and don’t forget to watch it tonight on amc’s channel at 9pm!!!! ❤️‍🔥 so stoked for episode 6. it’s going to be the best one ever. it’s so hard to rank them at this point and i don’t want to either. every episode is better than the last! REAL TELEVISION IS BACK. 🫶🏼❤️‍🔥

[headmateelevator]

hello!!! your blog is great!! im here to request again!! i see u have alot of requests but i had an Idea 👉👈

may i request a headmate based on cherries and candy and pop and general fruit too? heres some emojis for the vibe! 🍒🍓🍊🍬🍭🍫🍪💕☀️

and please nonhuman in some way? like not A Literal Dog or something but like. mostly human looking but has nonhuman features? (like a tail or ears or horns or sparkly eyes or sharp teeth or something?)

from green anon!!

hold the door!! someone's coming in!

name(s) - Candy , Pop , Popstar , Star , Andi , Apple , Bee , Berry , Blu kandie , pixie , sucrose , creme , lollu , honey , choco , comet , aster , casper , dexter , fizz , summer , peach , strawberry

pronouns - it / sugar / sweet / candy / soda / cherry / frost / cara / mel / fizz / soft / click / nameself / chill / fruit / berry / love / sun / sol / solar / peach / cap

gender(s) - non binary , pezgender , circusanimcookiegender , candybowlic , convoheartic , injanrinic , candygorecannibal , dumdumsic , rainbowbiteic , bluerazzbloodic , pinkcandyspacelovic , sodagender , sodapupic , melloyellosodic , sodayic , coladewmistica , mtwslushie , sunkistsodaic , stargrapegender , fruiadesplitromix , sugastrawberric , sillything , crystalcherryemojic , fruitgender , sugacherric , deaola , solahealine , sunguardian , solporcat , sunboy , solaripped , sunhoardic , solarifica , lovememory , idolovea ,

orientations - gay , nwlnw , polyamorous

role(s) - consumanaut , happiness holder , caretaker , love holder

species - humanish , fruit thing , candy thing , soda thing

source(s) - brainamade

emoji(s) - 🍒 , 🍓 , 🍊 , 🍬 , 🍭 , 🍫 , 🍪 , 💕 , ☀️

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[irregularbillcipher]

trying to figure out my characterization for molly some more (pesto mom oc for the uninitiated) and i do think she’s a nurse and is technically that “high school mean girl to nurse pipeline.” but to be clear

1. neither she nor jimmy were particularly popular in high school. like they were both considered hot and they both did sports but i don’t think they did like super stereotypically tropey popular sports like cheerleading or football and also like people just didn’t really like them. they weren’t exactly clever or nasty enough to be like popular bullies and they were cute but that only gets you so far so they were sort of just that cute girl on the swim team and that cute guy who did fucking lacrosse or something who hung out in the back of the classroom and did really bad impressions of their teachers and called the other kids farts like they were eleven and made out a lot, but only they were having any fun with this and everyone else just rightly thought they sucked. the lamest people to have ever peaked in high school

2. she still thinks making fun of people is funny but she’s not a generally mean person in her day to day. she’s kind of a ditz in some ways and she’s catty but her patients love her and she’s generally good with them. she’s having the most toxic coworker drama in the world and is actively stealing her least favorite pct’s pens and then telling the charge nurse that susie was sooo unprepared again when a patient asked her to write something down just because susie accused her of being a bottle blonde but she’s also constantly getting service awards because she went out of her way to get her patient their favorite soda when they were on a clear liquid diet. she’s a petty little mess of a woman but NOT someone who commits medical malpractice. she’s a good nurse and would honestly probably be a pretty fun casual friend to grab lunch with she’s just the worst coworker on the planet

3. she and jimmy have had a shockingly great relationship ever since the split because again i think it’s very funny if the two most immature dumbasses alive can only manage to be mature about their divorce, something that usually turns even very normal people into insane freaks. and again it was such a mutual decision where nobody did anything “wrong” so they have their spats but it’s weirdly healthy. they pretty regularly like grab a beer or hang out after a custody swap once the kids have gone to bed and just chat and it’s so incredibly chill that if anyone in their lives saw them hanging out they would probably think they had been possessed or something. i mean they’re still usually making fun of people together and being pretty childish but they’re clearly getting along okay so still surprisingly mature for people who divorced after years of marriage and several kids. the boys know their parents are actually kind of friends and it’s weird but nicer than the alternative they suppose. still weird though. jimmy junior feels weirder about it than the twins, andy and ollie are just glad mom and dad are pals. also though if they ever went “hey we actually gel pretty well together, maybe we should give dating another shot” this would all immediately fall apart and they know this

4. anyway all that to say that she CAN be remarkably mature but also she keeps suggesting that well my schedule is booked but i bet SUSIE can give you a shower hon, you should call her! even though she knows that susie has like six patients who need shit from her and she’ll definitely help this patient shower she just actively likes being the worst to her coworkers because she thinks it’s fun and she sucks

[jamneuromain]

Wishful Thinking Chpt. 9

Andy Barber x You (Reader), no use of Y/N

Alternate Universe - College AU

Summary: A new semester. A new task. A new boyfriend, your previous professor, Andy Barber. Everything seems to be going on the right track. So why didn't it?

Warning: Angst, possessive behavior, inappropriate teacher-student relationship, power imbalance, age difference, cheating, explicit language, toxic dom/sub relationship, more arguments

A/N: This fic has some disturbing themes, and discusses potentially upsetting topics. Please read through the warning before engaging with the fic. As I have said, the fic has mentioned a number of (potentially) triggering and heavy topics, you don't have to engage further if you feel uncomfortable about one or more topics.

A/N 2: Aaaaaaaaaaaaand I'm back! I'm feeling way better and I'm merging towards my social life as well. I did a litte editing and changing on part 8 where they argued. But it doesn't affect the plot. Feel free to check it out :3 Two more chapters and WT will be completed (I hope I'll get it done by December based on my current speed lmao)

Wishful Thinking M. List Dancing in the Daydream M. List

From joannaklein@dwightuniversity.edu.cn

Dear all,

I hope this reaches you well. This email is to remind those of you who have yet to submit your form for assigning a supervisor…

You have been looking at this email for quite some time. Opening the link at the bottom of this email too. But you haven’t made a move yet.

You have thought about having Andy as your supervisor, but that idea sounded like a lifetime ago. And now, there’s no way you’d let Andy be your supervisor.

How are you going to face him? This is more than just some misunderstanding from last semester. This is you two breaking up. Broken up. Whatever.

You are not making him your supervisor.

Taking a deep breath, you text a reply to the message your barely-friend Fiona sent you half an hour ago.

Fiona: Are you going to choose Barber as your supervisor?

You: No. Klein.

A few more messages come from Fiona after you send it. But you ignore them, knowing that she’d be asking dumb questions.

No, probing questions like “what are you going to write for your dissertation” or “should I include my pilot study into my dissertation” or other things that she wants to make an impression in front of her supervisor without “borrowing” from your answers first.

Bitch.

You feel like screaming. Which you did, after punching your mattress and burying your head into the pillow. Only lifting your head when you are completely out of breath.

With everything that happened with Andy, Laurie, Fiona and your schoolwork, it feels like nothing could alleviate you from the endless mess of self-doubt and self-hatred. Hating others as well. Hating your friend choices. Hating your boyfriend choices. Hating your school which led you to him. Hating everyone and every being on this very planet.

Hating yourself.

“Fucking hell.” You mumble to yourself. Pulling your laptop close to fill in the form for dissertation supervisors.

Typing word for word of your dissertation title, and selecting “Joanna Klein” as your preferred supervisor.

I hate my life. The idea keeps floating in your head like the obnoxious bubbles in a soda can, spritzing tiny drops of irritating reality into your face.

Andy has just received the email from Joanna Klein to all available lecturers and professors about supervising students in their dissertations.

He found the familiar name – your name – in a heartbeat. Merely sticking out his lips and making what Laurie would call “a bitch face”, as he found your name under the list of students under the supervision of Joanna Klein.

The pure imagination of pulling the strings behind your dissertation, of having a say in what you could not refuse, seeing you writhing under his grasp, gets his blood pumping in his veins.

He’s probably sick to the bones. One brief moment of clarity tells him so. To get high just to watch you struggling in his control. The adrenaline rush of knowing you are helpless, having no one to turn to but him.

He probably needs help.

But who needs help, when you, the most direct and sufficing way of satisfying his hunger, practically serve your weakness on a silver platter?

Andy pulls his chair closer to the desk, makes up his mind, and starts typing on the keyboard.

He is doing what’s best for you.

You might not see it that way for now but…

You’ll understand, eventually.

Andy sits in his office. Waiting. Patiently. Tapping his fingers on the table surface, as he looks out of the window.

It has only been a while, since you last came to his office to deliver his suit and your breakup.

However, things turned rather quickly, as there was no room for argument as the final version of the list containing supervisor and their students to tutor through the dissertation was settled as the last nail in the coffin.

Five students, students that he is going to supervise, are about to enter that door. And one of them being you.

He grins, thinking of the fact that you are tied to him for the rest of the term time.

No use running. He rolls your name on his tongue silently. He’s far beyond any help could ever achieve in pulling him back. He wants you, one way or another.

He’d keep you, treat you like the precious thing he adores, if you behave.

If you do not… well, there are more than a few ways that he can think of to devour you.

He’d keep you, one way or another.

Five students, including you, walked through that door, sitting on the chairs that he prepared. You picked the seat furthest from him, in a small corner. Didn’t make eye contact. No friendly “hello”. No nothing.

He doesn’t mind.

He knows that you are still mad about your little dispute.

He will tolerate it, knowing that you still love him.

He will explain, tell you that he will fight tooth and nail for you. Tell you that you could start over. He was being unreasonable. He was frustrated and angry, and he lashed out on you, that he was sorry about it all.

Later. He will explain later.

Andy clears his throat, folding his hands on his stomach, “Today we’ll start by having a brief introduction of yourselves. You obviously know me, since I’ve taught you all, but I would still like it if you could introduce yourself to each other. You can tell us about your name, something about yourself, and also tell us about what you are planning to write for your dissertation…”

He pays no special attention to you. He comments, nods, and gives useful suggestions based on everyone’s self-introduction.

“I understand I’m asking for a lot of work in a short amount of time. However, I would expect you to produce a general frame of your dissertation by the next meeting, which is two weeks from now. In the framework, you’ll be talking about how you want to approach your topic-” He stops Fiona from scribbling on her notebook, but ignores you who are doing the same. What can he say, he favors you in the smallest of details, “I’ll send you all an email after this meeting for the framework you’ll be writing about. The topic, the details you are going to investigate, the methodology – I’m sure Professor Rifkin has explained this in her class, and also, keep an open mind when you are writing the dissertation, especially for those who are employing a qualitative method to analyze their data. Any questions?”

You are the first to rush out of his office after he declares that today’s session has come to an end.

He waits until the last student has left the floor before heading out.

The entire floor is quiet. Dead. Deserted.

His shoes barely make a sound on the soft carpet as he steps out of his office, finding you on the floor, sitting on the carpet. You have opened your laptop, but it seems blank.

You gain your consciousness when he approaches, looking up at him. A sigh leaving your lips before you speak, “You did this.”

Not a question, but a firm sentence.

You know he was behind this transfer of dissertation supervisors.

Andy neither confirms nor denies. He cocks his head slightly, looking at your tired expression, “You will need to work on your methodology. Your arguments wouldn’t be convincing if you only state the method for your dissertation.”

“Can’t we be those ex-es like friends? Stop torturing each other over the fact that we broke up? Can you just leave me alone?” You take a deep breath, saying the words that you know he will be disapproving of.

He takes a seat on the couch in the open space, about three feet from where you are sitting, but he doesn’t have to put extra pressure on his neck looking at you from above.

Andy interlaces his fingers into a fist, his thumbs tapping each other.

To tell the truth, he couldn’t. He couldn’t let go of you. Couldn’t watch you go away.

“Look-” Seeing him unresponsive to your plead, you change your tactics, switching into defiance, “If you want to be a bitch about our relationship, I will have to put in a request to the faculty about changing my supervisor.”

Andy lets out a cold, hard laugh. Raising his eyebrows in disbelief, Andy “kindly” tells you about the regulation that runs around the place: “Nice try getting rid of me, sweetheart. But even if you do, and that’s a big ‘if’, you would still have to write your dissertation, and during scoring, your dissertation would be assigned to lecturers based on your topic. And I know all your topics, sweetheart.”

Your lips visibly tremble in fear, so are your arms, “You wouldn’t.”

“Watch me.” His tone turns sharp, “I can put an A into your months of work, or an F. Your choice.”

“Yeah? And what should I do for an A?” You shut your laptop with a loud snap, jumping from the spot on the floor to your feet. Clenching your teeth and hissing like venom burns your mouth, you challenge him even further, “Suck your dick, Professor Barber?”

“Be nice, sweetheart. I’m trying to be a friend.” Andy narrows his eyes, the threat in his tone is evident, “First of, I suggest you to be respectful when talking to me.”

You glare at him with fire burning in your eyes.

“I'm not a monster, sweetheart. But if you poke me like that, I don't mind putting a little discipline inside that pretty little brain of yours. Try to stay on my good side, yeah?” Andy stands to his full height, buttoning his suit jacket as he stands up, casually tugging the hem of his shirt and his tie. After tiding himself up, Andy lifts his hand to caress your jaw.

You jerk your head on instinct but his fingers dig into your neck, reminding you, painfully, of the night that he went overboard and fucked your throat.

His grip softens when he feels you freeze on spot. Tracing his thumb on your jawline, he murmurs, “Remember, sweetheart? I'm your Dom. I tell you something, and you do it.”

“You're not my fucking Dom.” You grit out.

“Still bratty, I see. You're a handful but I doubt there's anything that can't be solved by some punishments.”

His thumb forces you to lift your chin, even so, you refuse to look at him.

It takes you a few seconds to regain your voice, “You can't expect me to whore out myself.”

If that’s what he’s asking.

Andy presses a small kiss to your temple, whispering by your ear, “I don't really mind, sweetheart, as long as it is you.”

Some sense finally comes to you, your body shakes like a leaf in both fear and fury, you try to sound tough, but it comes out no better than a whimper, “I could report you to the board of malpractice.”

“And I have a lawyer friend, honey. He's the best in town. God knows how long a lawsuit can take. 18 months? 24?”

“Honey” was usually meant for Laurie, but he is beyond caring which endearment belongs to whom at this point.

“You're ... evil.” You want to move, but you cannot, not when he’s still having an iron grip over your neck.

“Maybe.” Andy shrugs, letting go of your neck, “Now run along before I do something evil, like fucking you over my desk.”

You pack your things as fast as you can, leaving the place without another word.

The rest of the term time passed in a blur. He attends your graduation ceremony with a heart-felt smile, knowing well that he black-mailed you into accepting his supervision and that you have an impeccable dissertation as he almost looked through every word of it, which probably violated ten faculty rules, if not twenty.

He is still clapping when you receive the graduation certificate from Joanna Klein, while he stands on the side. The next thing he knows, you are rushing towards him with a knife in your hand, carving his chest almost in half and he dies before the ambulance can reach the hospital.

His soul floats in mid-air as he watches everything pans out.

Laurie takes over everything, every property in their marriage.

You are charged with murder, serving your life-sentence in a max-security prison.

And Laurie… Laurie divorced him and marries the man she was having an affair with, decorating Andy’s house into a shit-yellow color, laughing and doesn’t have to worry about the rest of her life since she has all the money, cars, and houses that she could get their hands on…

Andy wakes up screaming.

Panting.

Taking a few seconds to realize that he is not in a ghost state and that he is still alive.

Alive. Awake. In his home. In the middle of the night.

Everything in the dream felt so real. Like it actually happened.

Andy touches his chest, where the skin and flesh are intact.

He is still alive.

He sweated through his sheet.

Another few seconds pass and he stays up, hands over his face, recalling the horrible dream.

The absolute nightmare where he told Joanna to switch you to his-

Shit.

He pulls himself over the bed and snatches his phone from the nightstand, checking his email.

The sudden blue light from his phone has him cursing. After flipping over his inbox and finding that he received the email of supervising students yesterday, but hasn’t made a move yet, he lets out an exhale of relief.

He groans and lies back to the bed. His heart still pounding frantically.

A string of curses flies out of his mouth.

Rest assured that he is not going to pull a favor and get you assigned to him.

But he wants you so bad.

How can he live when he wants you so bad and he pissed you off by saying the most harmful things that could be ever said to you?

Tag List: @geminiflanagansblog @wintasssoldier @sapphire-rogers @nouk1998 @sarahdonald87 @charmed-asylum

[theheartaches]

THE HEARTACHES' SOUND SCAPES TOUR (2025)

setlist: intro endless grievances nightshade robbers about you in the mood for...

(acoustic set) crazy moonshine higher

interlude live from...

seoul calling i'm in love with you (still) at your very best exit wounds your house andy, you're a star you

cover (depending) the river by daisy jones & the six (played 8 times) cowboy like me by daisy jones (alex solo, played once) inconsequential questions by alex summers a change of heart by alex summers the bolter by daisy jones (alex solo, played twice)

my god the man encore: night soda the heartaches sex

AMERICAN LEG (12 DATES), EUROPEAN LEG (10 DATES), ASIAN LEG (6 DATES, 3 NIGHTS IN SEOUL), ONE FINAL NIGHT IN NEW YORK CITY AT MADISON SQUARE GARDEN

[kalied0skull]

OUGHHH T4T SANDYPOP I LOVB SANDYPOP💔 I love how uh u draw nd ur sandy design sm,,,, explodes her/him (cuz I love fem nd masc sandy in ur style) with my mind...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GAWAAHHH THANKYOU SO MUCH !!! she's my dearest girl.. she truly is such a pretty laddyyy :3c i love sandy so so much

[wilkpinthewillows]

IM FEELING SILLY so here’s some random questions!

good old fashioned lover boy or killer queen?

what’s your opinion on smarties?

olivia rodrigo’s SOUR or GUTS?

is rootbeer superior to all sodas?

what’s your comfort tv show?

yes these are random questions i just thought of, and yes i will be doing more later <3

OMG FUN FEELING SILLY IS THE BEST and hiiii andi!!

andi i'm so sorry i'm about to be so annoying but i gotta choose killer queen bc liiike

Oooh, i love smarties!! they're so yummyyy. omg i rember when kids were like snorting those in middle school llama

OH THIS IS MEAN WHY ANDI WHYYYY i think i'm gonna have to go with guts bc it feels like sour but a darker shade, if that makes sense? but also this could change

YES ROOTBEER FUCKING RULES AND ITS MY FAVORITE SODA

Oooh, i've got sooo many, but i think the show i go back to the most atm is community

omgg fuun, i hope you enjoyed the answersss <3

ohohoh ALSO, what are your answers to these questions?? if you want to answer you don't have to if you don't want to

[stardusttheaters]

[Timestamp of when this was sent: 3:08 AM. Mod of @stardusttheatergators stupidly decided to chug DrPepper Cream Soda :D]

Sooo......any reason why Terry's not allowed around Andi after hours besides her making dirty jokes, Titan?

It's mainly her dirty jokes. The woman has no damn filter and she's also a terrible example around impressionable young AIs.

[robynnimations]

hii!!! :3

my Online name is Robynn

i really don’t care what pronounz you use tbh just do NAWT call me by my irl name if u know it

my favorite icecreams are:

1) mint chocolate chip

2) Vanilla

3) Ben & Jerrys half baked

4) Pistachio

5) Matcha

i have multiple, semi-consistent artstylez lol

teaching myself animation :>

i really won’t judge what shows/games you like (Hazbin Hotel, Skullgirls, etc.) unless the main drive is problematic (like Yarichin B club and the coffin of andy and leyley)

proshippers and dark comshippers dni, otherwise light comships(aka monster x human, villain x hero, etc.) are more than welcome as most people fall into that category knowingly or not :P

i also can’t handle soda carbonation, love cats and birds, and am really sensitive and get emotionally attached to things wayyyy to easy lol

[that-darn-clown]

hello bestie, losing my mind over Sammy + Mike as a duo in the Rewrite. so you officially get some Lyric Analysis of "Pork Soda" and how it applies to them because if i don't ramble about it i worry that my brain'll explode:

"Somewhere in South End, when you were fun,

you took my hand and you made me run,

up past the prison to the seafront.

You climbed the cliff edge and took the plunge."

so like. the entire first verse is literally just them talking about how good life had been pre-Charlie Murder. like no real explanation there this part's pretty self-explanatory.

"Why can't we laugh now like we did then?

How come I see you and ache instead?

How come you only look pleased in bed?

Let's climb the cliff edge and jump again."

also pretty self-explanatory: this part's the two of them in the year following Charlie's murder. they wonder why things had to change so much, why things can't go back to normal.

"Somebody said I'm a fucking slum,

don't know where I belong.

Maybe you're fucking dumb,

maybe I'm just a bum."

Sammy. maybe this is someone telling him to stop obsessing over Charlie's case; it happened years ago, there's no more evidence to discover, there's nothing they can do, so he needs to just drop it. but he snaps back no. he's not going to give up on this case. giving up on the case is like giving up on Charlie. in Sammy's eyes, that's like failing Charlie a second time. but even then...he'll concede on the fact that staying up several nights in a row, analyzing every piece of evidence no matter how small, perhaps is effecting his health negatively...not that it'll stop him, obviously.

"Maybe you're fucking scum.

Don't you go psycho, chum.

I want you for the world,

I want you all the time."

Michael. first half is about his father and how he probably started suspecting him a bit. second half's about him missing his dead younger siblings (Liz and Cass) and Charlie.

"Five thousand footsteps in your wet dress,

back to the house with your arms 'round my neck.

We drank Pork Soda with tangled legs.

I won't forget how you looked at me then."

gives vibes of Mike and Jeremy post-Bite of '87. Mike helped get Jere home from the hospital, and they hung out, drinking some sodas...maybe they share some tender moments :] but when Mike looks at him, and he looks back...all Mike can see is the same injury that took his brother's life all those years ago (at least, to Mike's knowledge at that point).

"I know I'm no sweet prince of love.

Those times that we got drunk,

maybe Jamaica Rum, maybe some Jonny Dub.

Maybe you still think of us.

Phone buzz and still I jump.

Why don't I say it then?

I want you all the time."

from Sammy's pov. he knows that he's not great with Emotions™. at some point post-Sister Location pre-Fnaf 3, he decided to go over to Michael's house (well, more like Mike, Jeremy, and Andy's house, but that's unimportant rn) to just reminisce. maybe get drunk too because Why The Fuck Not at this point in their lives. and so they reminisce more...until the subject somehow gets to their knowledge on William's Crimes.

"Why can't we laugh now like we did then?

How come I see you and ache instead?

How come you only look pleased in bed?

Let's climb the cliff edge and jump again."

think of this section as a reprise of sorts. it's angrier this time around. the last line is like a promise of let's put an end to this. we'll do it together. just like old times. (< of course, it's Fnaf 3, so...wasn't exactly successful. but they at least tried)

anyway, that's all. just needed to get this out somehow. Rewrite!Sammy and Michael my beloveds!!

I'm normal about mildly romantic songs being applied to non romantic relationships....