#sooooo all in all it was a win but anyway I don't want the shirt anymore but it does spark jot when I see it

[crossbackpoke-check]

Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today [abridged], Jess Zimmerman

part one | part two

[dirt-mccracken]

Going through my clothes and trying to get my winter wardrobe ready I stumbled across the shirt I wore to the tai Double Door show in 2015 and I want to get rid of it bc I haven't worn it in like 5 yeats but also every time I see it I crack up at that night

[mylittleredgirl]

m*a*s*h reaction post released from my drafts!! i don't know why i have been worried about making a Good Post when legitimately everything that could ever be said about this show has been said.

so i will SHARE MY THOUGHTS ABOUT SEASON THREE currently in progress:

ooooh war got a sweet budget increase in the off-season. pyrotechnics! helicopters! ACTIONNN BAYBEEEE

i'm falling more in love with everyone, details to follow

top of the list: trapper my bestie has been promoted to trapper my legit fictional crush 💕

don't get me wrong, in real life i would slap his face, but i'm with hot lips on this one. the hair, the smile, every time he takes off his shirt... take me to the supply tent or lose me forever

HOWEVER, i happened to notice that he is not on the header pic on hulu* and none of you talk about him so i must regretfully conclude that he will eventually leave the show

DON'T TELL ME WHEN

anyway i am cherishing him as one cherishes an old dog not long for this world

*speaking of hulu: i have now joined the henry blake appreciation society thanks to this One Weird Trick (reupping my hulu account for a month because i lost my shit after the dvds cut out at the climax of an episode AGAIN)

i went back to rewatch the episodes that didn't play on the dvds, and turns out a lot of them were henry eps (including the trial of henry blake and the one where he is waiting for news about his new baby...) (and also the one where he fell in love with a cheerleader but you can’t win ‘em all)

just in time to appreciate that scene in "o.r." where he tells hawkeye he doesn't want to be discharged so that he can keep doing real doctoring 🥺

"o.r." had so many good character bits!! even frank got some depth?? or at least an explanation for why he's Like That...

other eps i liked:

"iron guts kelly" -- felt like a follow-up to the one last season where hot lips got wasted and broke up with frank and then hawkeye and trapper had to sober her up, which i also loved! "we hate her but she's OURS to hate" is such a good character dynamic.

also lmao every time she cheats on frank, GET YOURS GIRL 😘

the frank/margaret thing is strangely compelling actually? it's like an inverse ship for real. will-they-or-won't-they but for breaking up. same energy though, like i'm glued to the screen rooting for them to fight instead of kiss.

"check-up" i was sooooo brave you guys making peace with the situation BUT THEN TRAPPER STAYED!!! i feel like my crush has been given a stay of execution

i don't know if i ship it per se but i really hope he and margaret hook up exactly once and literally everyone regrets it

i've seen some more episodes and have more thoughts but i need to lie down a lot first

oh one more thing:

i realize "m*a*s*h actors amazing" is not breaking news, but i'm specifically obsessed right now with how they are always interacting with props. i don't even mean the o.r. tools or scripted things, but how in every scene they're doing comedy while also moving crap around, pouring things, drinking, shaving, changing clothes, handing (or THROWING) things to each other, just making a mess all the time while still hitting their lines and comic beats. it's a master class in whatever that is.

anyway it's so good!!! more to come 💕

[quandaryqueen]

With Young Justice Riddler(or more if you want): He is coming home from a cuddly date with Y/N at the fair, and he realizes that his shirt smells like Y/N. So Eddie pulls his shirt up to his face to smell it before it fades away.

Lightheaded, lighthearted

Young Justice Edward Nygma X Reader

OHOHO this wil be good, to those who are requesting more of our pathetic baby YJ Eddie, I love you guys sooooo so much 💝✨

💚 It is most crucial to introduce major players in this little trip, so I won't refer these group fo people as solely 'your friends' throughout the whole narrative.

There's Lee, the horndog with the innuendos. but with that innocent face, no one suspected a thing and no one would believe you. The brightest, yet sometimes dimmest. Other than that, she's a sweetheart.

Diedre, the thrill seeker. Enables Lee a lot with her continuous spur of innuendos by adding fuel to the fire. A great cheerleader and pep talker, she is very encouraging and supporting, always the loudest in the crowd when it comes to showing support.

Nina, the stoic one, the sarcastic edge over lord. Mistress of dry humour, straight-faced and takes no shit. May look like she doesn't give a fuck, but don't let that fool you, she's the older sister friend that keeps everyone in check if she isn't the one enabling it, which is normally the case.

Marian, but she prefers to be called Macy, mom friend supreme. Sweet, warm, welcoming. Holds the metaphorical child-leashes in your friend group. Is placed under constant stress with either Lee, Diedre, Nina and you from your unique individual needs, circumstances, fuck ups and such.

💚 Carnival fairs!!! The food, the sights, the ambiance! The screams of children and adult alike as they course through the air from a highly questionable machinery that's probably overdue to repairs and maintenance... ITS FUN I SWEAR---

Well, you can always avoid the rides... But you have friends who are good in peer pressure, in which case, yes, you cannot avoid it. You can delay the rides by going elsewhere, but it won't take long until one of them hurls you in one of those the rides.

If you can tolerate/enjoy such activities, good for you. Your date on the other hand... Well, you gotta save it for last if you want him coherent, not vomitting and standing with two of his feet on the ground.

💚 And so while you're evading the carnival rides, Edward has taken to test himself with a few range-shooting games for fun. He's held a real gun before and aimed it at the Bat before, surely he can do it in a setting in which it's not really. Keyword, aimed, never shot. And he's only ever used it to intimidate anyways--but surely! Surely he can use a fake one! And besides, the targets aren't even moving... Unless the game is rigged, then it was not on him.

Anyways, there were five bullets loaded in the toy gun and you have a specific amount of targets to knock off a terrain to win a specific objects with points written on them. Ten points can win you a pen. Fifteen points you can win a snack. Twenty five points get a pencil case. Forty points can get you the fun ones, the stuffed points and boy, was he aiming for a one hundred to win youthe biggest stuff toy in there.

He has the gun in his hand, on a stance of what he thinks is the proper pose for a marksman.

Aim... Ready... Fire.

Aaaaand it missed. His aim was waaaay off. Upon firing, he catches the attention of your wandering friends and began to gather behind you. Knowing them full-well, they were going to heckle the fuck out of your poor man for the fun of it and though it's all in the name of fun and they don't really mean it, but you know how Edward can be a touch sensitive. Instead, Lee, Diedre and Nina stood behind scrutinizing the targets, then the operator, who has his eyes on you.

Whatever, he has four more shots.

... it didn't knock the target off the terrain.

Nina steps next to Edward and squints at the target for a moment, before turning to him.

"Try shooting that one," She points at the one at the edge, in which Edward follows and surely hits the target, but it didn't fell off. He empties the bullets, and it barely knocked it over. "Huh... The glue on that target sure is strong, ain't it Mister?" Nina points a barely concealed condescension at the operator, her accusatory gaze contorting to irritation when Macy smacked the sarcastic lass by the shoulder.

"I assure you, ma'am, they're not. See?" The operator demonstrates by picking up the target. Seeing satisfaction in Nina's eyes, he lowers the target back down.

"Sorry about that, Mister." Macy sheepishly smiles at him.

"Nah, I get it."

"I'll have another try."

Your friends glanced at your date with stunned faces. Oh he is determined to get you that damned stuffed animal, fuck his wallet.

💚 About five tries, not a point in his calibre and at this point, he was getting embarrassed. He is aware this might be rigged but at the same time, his ego was way to big for him to back down until he won the price. He is winning this for you, goddamnit! It feels as though he was playing basketball, and he has the ball and proclaims to you that this shot is for you, only for him to fail at shooting the ball in the ring and it just looks pathetic and to him, it symbolically equates his love for you being untrue. He doesn't know where he is pulling these bullshit from at this point, he is a mess.

"May I try?"

Edward flushed red when your hand lands on his arm and his determination and obligation to win this melted away. Of course he wasn't going to say no to you! Who would do such a thing?

"O-Of course!"

He hands you the gun and closely watched the concentration in your beautiful countenance scrutinize the target with sheer admiration in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, you squeezed the trigger.

For some reason, he wasn't that butt hurt. He initially thought he would, but not a speck of it was there. Instead, he felt proud and damn impressed. And his chest swelled at the memory of the sight of concentration in your features, how you somehow dropped from your usual self and into this unrecognisable, yet still beautiful side of you.

It was then Edward found out that your achievements were also your friends', as he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard them shriek behind him in excitement, shouting out words of support. But most of all, you actually did it! You sheepishly turned to them, rubbing the back of your neck whilst lowering the gun by the counter.

"HELL YEAH!"

"YOU GO BITCH!"

"WE KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!"

"WAY TO GO!"

"Oh come on you guys, it was just beginner's luck." You dismissively waved at them, before picking up the price by the counter. "This, is for you." You handed him the brown bear with a purple bow around its neck.

"T-thank you umm..." He swallows thickly, accepting the bear and pressing it to his chest. "I-uh... Good job! You did really well!"

"Aww, shucks..." You bit your lip before lightly nudging him. "I kept you in mind as an inspiration to win."

Edward stares at you with wide eyes. Have you now?

"I'm flattered, Y/N. I was actually... Um... The sentiment is mutual but uh, I kinda— y-ya know, failed." And it was pathetic.

"I know this sounds so cliché... But it's the thought that counts."

"OH MY GOSH, KARAOKE YOU GUYS!"

Diedre exclaimation bursts from the world you constructed with Edward where the only two of you exist at the moment. You were back in the present, where your friends began dragging both you and Edward to the said karaoke booth.

💚 The booth was small, but enough to fit six people if you are willing to squeeze against your seatmates... Or maybe sit on one's lap, that can work too and that's what you did. Edward was a touch flustered, but with enough convincing from you, he finally sat on your lap.

Anyways, songs were found and numbers were punched in. The microphone was functional in Diedre's hand and the machine was blaring the tracks you all know and love. At first, Edward was a touch too flustered to sing along with you and your friends. But as time comes, he finds himself singing as well, just not as loud as you were being. The microphone gets passed around during verse and chorus switch, in which Edward denied the microphone and instead passed it to someone else.

"But mama I'm in love with a criminal! And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical! Mama please don't cry, I will be alright! All reason aside, I just can't deny, love the guy~"

Diedre had always been fond of singing and she is one hell of a vocalist. But at times, she tends to be carried away and throw what she had learned from vocal classes and just scream lyrics with friends.

"IF YOU CAN SEE THAT I'M THE ONE WHO UNDERSTANDS YOU, BEEN HERE ALL ALONG SO WHY CAN'T YOU SEE—! YOU BELONG WITH ME, OOOH YOU BELONG WITH ME!!!"

Lee is a screamer, not a shred of vocal talent within her but she is an enthusiastic fellow who is passionate about it.

"Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song~"

Macy falls more into the soft, whispery singing voice suited for lullabies.

"Somebody, ooh, somebody! Can anybody find me somebody to looooooove!"

Nina and her rock and roll voice, of course. Chest voice is rich and she nails more of the guttural side of singing, but now and again, she belts out.

"Oh shut the fuck up you're winning in love." Nina shoves your face away from the microphone from singing the chorus, her gaze flickering to Edward, before she continues with the second verse.

They're already wilding at this stage, Edward wonder what could possibly happen if alcohol were to be involved...

💚 As the "the first one to get a sore throat" competition ensues, Edward couldn't help but to feel at ease at how your friends would include him in every activity you engage in. He doesn't feel lost in conversations, as they would provide him context.

He doesn't notice the way you wrapped your arms around his waist while he was seated in your lap until you temporarily unwrapped them and reached for something. He felt as though your arms were natural to be there, around his midsection. The moment he noticed, he was flaring red and one might assume because you were screaming the lyrics of Rihanna's S and M.

"You sure you don't wanna give it a go?" You grinned at Edward, offering the microphone. R

"Come on!"

"It'll be fun!"

"Pleaaaaase?"

"You don't have to," Macy reassures with an understanding look, as the instrumental of the last song begins.

... I mean, he might as well.

Upon reaching for the microphone, your friends began clapping and cheering. He isn't much of a singer but the way your friends hype up one another despite delivering an ear-piercing performance, they applaud to no end, so it does bring comfort to know that.

"I want your love and I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!"

"WOAH OH OH OOOOOOH~~~" you and your friends sang along.

"I want your love and all your lover's revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!"

💚 After exiting the booth, the sights of the ride greets you once again, where it had Edward swallowing thickly when his eyes meet a Pirate ship ride filled with screaming attendants. Then there's a roller coaster, a big nope. Then there's the Ferris wheel, that's oddly fast instead of an idle spin, it resembled a human washing machine.

Then there's your friends, pointing at the said rides in excitement. This is where Edward has taken to hiding behind you again when your friends settled to ride the Pirate Ship. The ominous thing which swung back and fourth like a pendulum.

"Come on Edward, it'll be fun!" Lee encourages, lightly shaking him by his shoulders.

"I-I don't think I can—"

"If Y/N will ride, would you?"

Yes...

"Lee, don't force someone to do what they don't want to," Macy lightly scolds.

"You are riding, right Y/N?" Diedre asks, draping her arm around your shoulder and poking a finger in your cheek.

"Well yeah, sure why not?"

... well, suck it up, I guess.

"Dee," Macy glares at Diedre.

"I-I'll go." Edward blurts out.

"Are you sure?" You and Macy spoke in unison.

"Yes." No.

"Come on, I already bought tickets. Eddie's coming along, right?" Nina spoke from behind you after standing in line to get tickets.

"I am..."

"Are you sure?" You pulled him aside, clinging on his arm and looking deeply within his bespectacled gaze to search his reluctance, lo and behold, it was so fucking obvious.

"Y-Yes... Don't worry about me." Fucking. Help.

💚 With reassurances given to you and himself, he was strapped in his seat with you and Lee, who were seated on either side of him. White knuckling the metallic safety bar, he watches in horror as the seats were filled by other attendants and the sound of horns rings against his ears. Then, the ship started to swing and let me tell you, his stomach fucking dropped.

His first instinct was to screw his eyes shut and refused to let a sound from his throat. Behind him, he can hear Nina and Diedre cheering loudly, fucking egging the conductor to bring the ride at its fullest speed. Out of fear, he tucks his head against your neck and found his hand clutching your thigh. In all this terror, for a moment, felt him stabilizing when he felt you put a hand atop his...

Then, somehow, Nina and Diedre finally got what they want... Everyone boarding the ride who swore not to scream, screamed. Edward was a little thankful he wasn't the only one.

💚 Nina and Diedre were a touch disappointed when the ride came to end, but some others were rushing out of the ride and Edward was one of them. The ground seemingly swayed with every step and felt as though he had once again accidentally drank from the Mad Hatter's teacup. To lend him a sense of stability, you were once again by his side... Macy, being the concern mother hen she is, was also there. Whereareas Lee, Nina and Diedre were laughing about the experience... Not specifically Edward, but he was too disoriented to hear it.

"Oh my fucking, the girl behind me was screeching a church hymn." Diedre laughed, before nudging Nina. "You got that recorded, right?!"

"Sure did!" Nina holds her phone out.

"Oooh! I recorded too!" You looked over Lee, who possesses blackmail material with a glare.

"Who are you feeling?" Macy, not minding the noise behind her, has taken to seating Edward under a tree shaded bench. Rummaging through her back, she produces a zesty menthol essential oil before handing it to Edward. "Here, hold on to this for the time being. I'm going to get some water."

"Thank you..." Edward managed to croak as Macy turned away and make a beeline for the food stalls. Taking a light inhale from the uncapped bottle, he feels his nausea to lightly dissipate.

"I am so sorry about that..." Edward glances at you to find your apologetic face looking away.

"No, no, it's not your fault... It was my choice..." He weakly insists.

"Can I still make it up to you?" You looked up at him.

... Well if you're offering...

"Can I... Rest my head on your shoulder?" Edward chokes up for a moment, but felt a sense of comfort knowing you wouldn't say know.

Smiling, you tip your head aside your offer him your shoulder. Edward leans in and sighs in content, face flushing a deeper shade of red when you went an extra mile to wrap your arms around his torso. Unbeknownst to the both of you, certain cellphone welding friends were taking pictures.

💚 Upon feeling better, the whole group decided to stop by for some snacks, eat before going home. Edward had fun; he got to know more of you, the people you love, your interests, talents, befriended your friends, rode a dreaded ride... Cuddling up with you...

When he got home, he couldn't deny the smile on his face. He steps in his room, in the process of removing his jacket when he suddenly caught your scent. Stunned, he presses his nose on his jacket and breathes it in before he collapsed on his bed with a content sigh.

He was disrupted from his daydreams when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Curiously, he reaches for it and unlocks it, to find himself added to a group chat named 'Green Gang', the picture of the group being the photo you have taken after the damn ride... Lee, Diedre, Nina who looked as normal, while you, Macy and Edward were situated by the corner tending to him.

Lee: Hey :D

Lee: Just got home. I'll send some pics later (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Nina sent 30 photos

Diedre: Damn, I have like 3 or 5 pics 😂

Nina sent 30 photos

Nina sent 30 photos

Nina sent 30 photos

Nina sent 10 videos

Diedre: 😳

Lee: RIP phone storage

Macy: Still on the train. Are you okay now, Edward?

Edward froze... He swallows thickly, before typing up a reply.

Edward: Just got home. I'm doing great, thank you for taking care of me.

Lee: That's Macy for ya (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

Edward: That was actually a great time, thank you for inviting me.

Diedre: We won't traumatise you next time 😁

Nina: That would be Y/N's job lmao

Edward couldn't help but to chuckle.

Y/N: Gang and I are like going out for a fun photoshoot. Wanna come?

Well duh.

Edward: I'd love to.

Another date, pinned on his calendar. He is fucking winning in life.

[baekhvuns]

This comeback is really successful I'm proud, maybe they get more wins, apparently they have a chance. Seonghwa calling Nicole from KARA "an original Hallyu queen" wasn't on my bingo card, but 😭💗

The downside of Hwa having longer hair is the possibility of him cutting it unexpectedly. Last time at least he went pink so the pain wasn't that bad...PUT THE CAMERA AWAY BESTIE I'm only saying this because I'm too far up Seonghwa's ass 🥴

Is the panther gonna eat Hwa? 🤔 cause I wouldn't be shocked. Jduwugsgshdhdywwyys ok so I'm gonna melt alright???

Omg wait at first I thought my whole life was a lie and Noddy was a girl 😭 the gay misogynist racist is taking me out wtf

I'm trying to find some photos of me in that hanbok, but idk where the fuck are they... but it was sooooo pretty

Seonghwa will never leave me, he's a loyal man. That's lowkey creepy, but I don't mind <333 I'm glad Mingi appeared so many times too. The POBs were from Synnara (the green background white outfit ones) not my faves tbh, but the other ones were holos from Kpopstore I think! For some reason I can't upload a picture now, but A ver 1, diary limited, Z limited (this one is my fave ahhh) and the Synnara POB. Manifesting Hwa's for you, which version did you get?

Yeah sign me the fuck up Baek, love that rivalry AU already 🔫 I just know there'll be a lot of sweat involved, but unfortunately Seonghwa looks divine all sweaty so I have to simp anyway 🤡 idk I just had ADHD bestie, had to do something otherwise I was bored, plus initially my marks weren't outstanding so at least I did sports and music 😅

I think one of the reasons I'm a water anti is actually because no one ever told me drinking water is that crucial? Ushsbdhbshsgdha like I drank water when it was the only liquid available, but at home I was always given juice, soda, flavoured water etc. I was afraid you're gonna make that jopping joke 🔪

I SAW WTF PARK SEONGHWA WHAT'S WITH THE ARMS (I only hope he ate well and felt ok in a tight shirt, cause he always worries about his stomach sticking out 😭) goodbye world. Anyways the arms will be devoured now <3

I had to show you that throughout research because??? I'm both amazed and baffled lmao. What fic?! Actually I DON'T WANT TO KNOW

Hahaha I saw that UK band I recognised them from somewhere, people were too ruthless towards them, but also wtf it was so random 😅 and Conan Gray will be there next week

Ugh can't upload a photo still, but you hit me with the deep one once again, wbu?

Coffee & Cream: It is rare that you are disliked, little adventurer. Your body never gives in to sleep; you can sleep when you're dead, after all. You love to take risks, and dance in the rain. You try to see the positive in every situation, and that can sometimes be perceived as insensitivity. You tend to forget the people around you in favour of the world beyond, but not for lack of trying. You make friends and lovers so easily, but have trouble keeping them, for fear of commitments. Your love is plentiful, but thinly spread. Don't be afraid to confide in someone, once in a while. It's okay to cry, little hero.

Also Shakira miss girl pls, thought you'd be free from your dumb man, but now the jail thing... she'll probably get away with it, but still - DV 💖

hi hello!!

This comeback is really successful I'm proud, maybe they get more wins, apparently they have a chance. Seonghwa calling Nicole from KARA "an original Hallyu queen" wasn't on my bingo card, but 😭💗

it rEALLY IS I HOPE THEY WIN TODAY AS WELL 😭😭 NO BUT HES SO TRUE I WAS LISTENING TO HER ALBUM BEFORE AND???? ADOPT ME MOMMY 🤚🏼🤚🏼🤚🏼 omg bestie did u see GG’S comeback teaser?? it’s itnw instrumental 😭😭😭😭 cHILLS

The downside of Hwa having longer hair is the possibility of him cutting it unexpectedly. Last time at least he went pink so the pain wasn't that bad...PUT THE CAMERA AWAY BESTIE I'm only saying this because I'm too far up Seonghwa's ass 🥴

no you’re so right bc we’ll end up being upset about it 😭😭😭 LMFAOOOO BFWNFBWMFND FELT YES

Is the panther gonna eat Hwa? 🤔 cause I wouldn't be shocked. Jduwugsgshdhdywwyys ok so I'm gonna melt alright???

I HOPE HE DOESNT 😭😭😭🤚🏼 i think maybe a bite that’ll make hwa run to y/n BDNSBDD YES YOU ARE YES

Omg wait at first I thought my whole life was a lie and Noddy was a girl 😭 the gay misogynist racist is taking me out wtf I'm trying to find some photos of me in that hanbok, but idk where the fuck are they... but it was sooooo pretty

?????? NODDY IS A MALE?????? WHAT THE FUCK?????? bro do u rmr this guy 😭😭 NO BC FBWNFBEK OUT OF EVERYTHING ITS A MISOGYNISTIC RACIST 😭😭😭 SO BAFFLED????

omg when u do! pls do sent if ur comfy!! CHANNELING SCARLET HEARTS

Seonghwa will never leave me, he's a loyal man. That's lowkey creepy, but I don't mind <333 I'm glad Mingi appeared so many times too. The POBs were from Synnara (the green background white outfit ones) not my faves tbh, but the other ones were holos from Kpopstore I think! For some reason I can't upload a picture now, but A ver 1, diary limited, Z limited (this one is my fave ahhh) and the Synnara POB. Manifesting Hwa's for you, which version did you get?

100% HE’S A SIMP AND HE’Ll NEVER LET U GO FBFBFB LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 nothing’s creepy with hwa fbwnfbsndhwk,,,, omg u got the green ones???? 🔫🔫🔫 FUCK OFF IM RUNNING TO U RN THAT LIMITED PC IM BEGGING FOR IT BC I ONLY GOT THE Z VER! IM BOLTING LOCK UR DOORS if i get the album before this posts ill update with the pc! oKAY I pulled a hwa ID card dbdbdhdhd sCREAMED WHEN I DID,,, a jongho yeosang and wooyoung 😩😩 my vv first jongho!

BESTIE FUCK SYNNARA WHAT IS THIS ?????? WITHMUUU???? IS THIS THEM DAMN NFTS???

OKAY BUT THE REAL QUESTION DID U GET A POLA 🔫

Yeah sign me the fuck up Baek, love that rivalry AU already 🔫 I just know there'll be a lot of sweat involved, but unfortunately Seonghwa looks divine all sweaty so I have to simp anyway 🤡 idk I just had ADHD bestie, had to do something otherwise I was bored, plus initially my marks weren't outstanding so at least I did sports and music 😅

oH ABSOLUTELY LOTS OF SWEAT and hwa purposely hugging the mc with it or chasing mc around while she rUNS,,, DHJDDJ NO BC ILL PUT THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOUND A COOL PLOT SO ILL WRITE IT!!! 😭😭😭 I FELT THAT TOO always had to do something or it felt useless nO FR HELLO SAME marks go 📉📉📉 from A’s to C-‘s 😭😭

I think one of the reasons I'm a water anti is actually because no one ever told me drinking water is that crucial? Ushsbdhbshsgdha like I drank water when it was the only liquid available, but at home I was always given juice, soda, flavoured water etc. I was afraid you're gonna make that jopping joke 🔪

iM gonna have to sit ur mother down and chat about how u don’t enOUGH drink water 🔫,, LMFAOOOO FBWMFBKWHFWK DID U LAUGH FBFBDB ur knee’s will jop from now bestie ur not a regular old person, ur a ✨cool✨ old person <3 we love to see this <3 jOP MORE DBDB

I SAW WTF PARK SEONGHWA WHAT'S WITH THE ARMS (I only hope he ate well and felt ok in a tight shirt, cause he always worries about his stomach sticking out 😭) goodbye world. Anyways the arms will be devoured now <3

GOOD BYE DID U SEE TNQNDHKWHDKW close the god damn gyms it’s time we barricade them (omg i hope he ate so much after the rehearsal or at least wooyoung takes him this time fbfbfb)

AND THIS HIS NEW OUTFIT??? 😭😭😭 gONNA D WORD TN FBFB

I had to show you that throughout research because??? I'm both amazed and baffled lmao. What fic?! Actually I DON'T WANT TO KNOW

LMFAOOOO I AM VERY MUCH AMAZED CANT LOOK AT HIS NOSE THE SAME WAY 🥰🥰 aND THE FIC??? ☺️☺️ dONT WORRY ABT IT I WILL MAKE EVERY USE OF THAT RESEARCH IN IT <33

Hahaha I saw that UK band I recognised them from somewhere, people were too ruthless towards them, but also wtf it was so random 😅 and Conan Gray will be there next week

omg fr???? what’s the news about them 👁👄🤌🏼👁 LMAO WHAT???? WHATS GOING ON IN KPOP PLS IS CONAN ALSO GONNA DO THE FINGER HEART 😭😭 this is nct hollywood innit 😭😭 & THEY MET ATEEZ??? 😭😭

Ugh can't upload a photo still, but you hit me with the deep one once again, wbu? Coffee & Cream: It is rare that you are disliked, little adventurer. Your body never gives in to sleep; you can sleep when you're dead, after all. You love to take risks, and dance in the rain. You try to see the positive in every situation, and that can sometimes be perceived as insensitivity. You tend to forget the people around you in favour of the world beyond, but not for lack of trying. You make friends and lovers so easily, but have trouble keeping them, for fear of commitments. Your love is plentiful, but thinly spread. Don't be afraid to confide in someone, once in a while. It's okay to cry, little hero.

hIT U WITH THE DEEP JDJD,,, “Your body never gives in to sleep;” yOU AND YOUR 100 JOBS omg.

exhibit a : “and dance in the rain.”

is this one of your reasonings to like bodyguard hwa bc they have 2 rain scenes 🔫

“Your love is plentiful, but thinly spread. Don't be afraid to confide in someone, once in a while. It's okay to cry, little hero.”

bestie…that’s so well written omg,,, nO THEYRE RIGHT YEAH MISS HERO 🔫🔫

Also Shakira miss girl pls, thought you'd be free from your dumb man, but now the jail thing... she'll probably get away with it, but still - DV 💖

LMFAOOOO FBWNFBWMDJS THE WAY IT CAME OUT ONLY AFTER PIQUE’S STUFF 😭😭😭 miss girlie gonna serve in court too, her hips won’t lie dbdb

2/2 BAEKKKKKK HAPPY GUERRILLA 2ND WIN! BUT ALSO WELCOME TO OUR FUNERAL! 😭😳🥴😬😩 I just saw it and thought you must see it as well 🥰 /// So many oiled arms today, wow... but Hwa's outfit obliterated me - DV 💖

EXCUSE ME AND???? AUDACITY??

DV ARE U SURVIVING HOW IS IT FOR U FBFBF LMFAOOOOI SEE THAT “🥰” UHUH UHUH DBDDB 😭😭😭 so many oiled and glazed arms would 100% BITE

quiz!!

[surii]

also thoughts on kinnporsche 👀

I don't want to sound deranged like I do in our dms sometimes lmao so I'll try to be sweet and simple but with only 2 eps out so far I gotta say it's already exceeded expectations I didn't expect the amount of comedic poses we've gotten but I've enjoyed them all sm plus mile and apo are doing such a good job at executing their characters <3 I'm looking forward to how their relationship will develop since we're getting such quality content already like the tension...she's already there and its only ep 2??? also love the styling of the show everyone looks sooooo good unbuttoned shirts for the win for real anyway I just hope the overall quality sticks till the end

can y'all send some asks that are like “thoughts on ______”

[teenycabb]

Okay I don't know how you feel about writing platonic Roy and Olivier but 72 for them if you feel up to it!!

Sooooo, the prompt was for a platonic Roy and Olivier, but it sorta turned into Royai for some reason? Forgive me, I’m trash. Also this took a bit longer to get out, partially due to school and all the papers I had to write, as well as that I wanted it to be told from Olivier’s point of view. Anyway, hope you enjoy it.

72. “I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it.”

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Central Traditions

Tradition was highly valued within the Armstrong family. Not that that fact was a mystery to anyone within earshot of Alex as he did anything that was ‘passed down the Armstrong line for generations,’ which was generally either followed or preceded by Alex stripping his shirt from his body and flaunting his muscles.

Thankfully he had yet to strip his short at this party.

Olivier tugged at the collar of her dress. She would much rather have attended this nonsensical, utterly pointless ball in her dress uniform. Or not at all, if she were to be honest. While her fort at Briggs was in capable hands while she was in Central for the first formal ball to celebrate Fuhrer Grumman, she would much rather be in the cold vastness of the mountains the stuffy clutter that was Central.

Although she supposed she should consider herself lucky that she was even invited to the ball. In the chaos that followed the military after the Promised Day, Olivier was lucky that the council saw the truth that all of her actions were for the betterment of the whole country and reinstated her to her position as Major General, allowing her to return to her mountain fort she loved so much.

It was better than any alternative that could have been offered to her.

A waiter passed her by and grabbed one of the glasses of wine from it. Personally, she would have preferred something stronger, something that would actually intoxicate her so she wouldn’t have to deal with the idle chit-chat of the ninnies that made up a significant portion of the Central soldiers. She drank deeply out of the crystal glass.

“You might want to take it easy there. We wouldn’t want any unsolicited sword fights due to intoxication. It wouldn’t do well for anyone if you were to seriously injure yourself.”

Olivier nearly spit the wine that was in her mouth out again. Fortunately for her, it was a fine wine, not one that could be wasted simply due to an unsavory character idling up beside her. And she was Olivier Armstrong, heir to the Armstrong family line. She did not spit.

Lowering the glass from her lips, Olivier didn’t take her eyes from the rest of the party on the floor in front of her.

“Shouldn’t you go back to your date Mustang? Or have to abandoned her to pursue other interests?” Olivier’s voice was as cold as the ice that surrounded her beloved fort.

Mustang laughed, seemingly unfazed by the hostility in her voice. If Olivier were to wager a guess without looking, she would expect that his face would hold the tell-tale flush of someone who never could hold their alcohol very well. She had heard through the grapevine he was a lightweight when it came to alcohol. It was appearing that she was about to find out for herself if the rumors held any weight.

“What date?”

Olivier broke her intent stare-down of everyone on the dance floor to look at the recently promoted Brigadier General. After the take-down of the upper echelons of the military on the Promised Day, a power vacuum had been created, and Grumman had been forced to promote some of the more trustworthy commanders to surround him.

And of course Roy Mustang would be one of those that was promoted. To the public he was something of a hero, protecting the First Lady from assassination in the chaos of the day. Of course they didn’t know that a part of the chaos was actually planned by him. But they still didn’t know that the former fuhrer was a homunculus either.

Mustang was indeed showing the signs of intoxication. There was an undeniable blush dusting his cheeks and he was leaning unsteadily on his feet. It was lucky there was a pillar near him, Olivier refused to catch him if he should lose the stability he had left.

“‘What date?’ Don’t tell me that an esteemed womanizer like you came to a party like this without a beautiful woman on his arm. People may get the idea you’re starting to mature.”

Olivier turned her attention back to the floor. Grumman was leading his granddaughter around the floor with an amount of energy that one wouldn’t normally expect from a man of his age. Most of the other dancers abandoned the steps of their dance to watch as their ruler danced with the only living family he had left.

Hawkeye was looking like she very much wanted to fade into the draperies. As a trained sniper and professional bodyguard, standing in the spotlight would never come easy to her. Especially now that she was the only relative of the leader of the country.

Luckily for her, that piece of information wasn’t common knowledge midst the masses. Otherwise there would be no escape for her from the spotlight.

“She didn’t believe me when I told her that she looked beautiful before she came tonight.”

Olivier spared a sideways glance at the dark-haired alchemist. Roy had made his way to stand beside her, a sappy grin on his face. His arms were crossed easily on his chest as he admired the way his subordinate moved across the floor with her grandfather. The longer his eyes stayed on the blonde woman who had recently cut her hair short, the softer his face became.

It was almost like a reflection of her brother’s face when he found something new to fawn over.

After a small huff, Olivier downed the rest of the wine in her glass. She didn’t like Mustang. As a rival, any assistance she gave him would run contrary to the way she worked. Only the strongest survive. That was the way of Briggs. Yet she still opened her mouth.

“I will knock you on your ass if you think about it.”

Startled from whatever daydream he was having, Mustang tensed, though his eyes never left the dance floor where Grumman and Hawkeye had finished their dance. In an attempt to regain the suave exterior he fronted with the public he cleared his throat.

“Excuse me? Think about what?”

Olivier restrained the growl that was forming in her throat. This man was truly naive if he assumed his thoughts were hidden behind a sturdy mask. His poker face may fool many people on aspects of who he really was, but this mask was clear as glass. And it was this mask that seemed to get him in as much trouble as his big mouth of his.

“You really are too open with everything you feel Mustang. I’d feel sorry for the saps who play poker against you, but that would infer that they would get tired of winning.”

Tipping her empty glass, Olivier examined the inside. A finger reached out and wiped along the rim of the glass. She pulled it away to look closer to see if there was any grime from the glass. There wasn’t, but she wasn’t intent on searching out the flaws in the cleaning ability of the staff anyway. She refused to look Mustang in the eye.

Yet another thing that went against her beliefs.

Perhaps it was the alcohol in her system. But most likely it was not. She had the Armstrong blood in her veins, and Armstrong’s could hold their liquor better than the average man. Olivier hadn’t even drank more than two glasses of wine yet.

Pathetic.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about General. Perhaps you should ease up on the drinks; the night is still young and I’m sure that there are some gentlemen out there that would love for the chance to dance with the heir to the Armstrong estate.”

His words were calculated and chosen with the utmost care. Presumably just as his bluff had been called before his whole team was taken from his side before the Promised Day. Probably had lied just about as convincingly then as well. There was no mistaking the beads of sweat that appeared near his hairline and the way his jaw tightened.

One of the many waiters walked past where the two of them were standing, and Olivier deposited her empty glass on the tray the waiter held.

If she held onto it any longer she was sure she would shatter the glass with her bare hand.

The waltz that had been playing as the new Fuhrer danced with his granddaughter ended. Every eye in the ballroom watched as the older man bowed slightly to the younger woman before they parted ways to intermingle with the rest of the crowds. In the Fuhrer’s case at any rate, Hawkeye was probably going to attempt to go back to blending in with the crowds, a feat nearly impossible now that her identity was exposed to everyone in attendance.

Within seconds of the dance floor being cleared, the band was playing another song. One more upbeat started to play and other couples drifted onto the floor, filling the void left by the previous pair. Men in their expensive suits and women in their long gowns that looked as uncomfortable as the one Olivier was wearing. She tugged at the neck of her dress again. At least it wasn’t frilly and pink, like Catherine had wanted it to be. Still, it confined her in areas she would rather not be confined in, and she wasn’t in possession of her sword. There just had been no way to properly wield it with the seemingly yards of fabric smothering her.

Mustang cleared his throat beside her, which garnered that Olivier turn and look at the man. He was looking at her with a smirk on his face and a dangerous twinkle in his eye. The last time she had seen Mustang in such a state, he was passing along the information that Selim Bradley was a homunculus through a bouquet of flowers.

Her hand itched for a sword that wasn’t there.

“General Armstrong, may have a dance?”

Olivier only returned a glare at him. He couldn’t possibly think that she would follow the old tradition and dance out on the floor. With him.

“Come on, General, it’s tradition.”

There were steak-knives only a few feet away.

Before her hands could think of acting on the muscle memory of a short blade, someone walked up from behind Mustang and rested a hand on his shoulder. The familiar face of Riza Hawkeye appeared, touched only with a dusting of makeup on her face.

“Easy sir,” Hawkeye remanded her superior officer. Her face was flushed from the dancing she had finished and the attention she was getting. “You can’t monopolize all of General Armstrong’s time.”

Hawkeye nodded to the other blonde woman.

“General. I hope your evening is going well.”

Olivier scoffed. She turned away from Hawkeye and her superior once again. Despite how gifted Hawkeye was with a scope, she continued to waste her potential remaining at the fool’s side. Although Hawkeye said she had her reasons why she stayed, she never divulged them when asked. Those were her secrets to keep. Although there were suspicions and rumors as to why she stayed.

Olivier never took stock in rumor. She chose to observe with her own eyes and make her own judgements.

Her judgement upon these two remained the same as always.

“If you two will excuse me, I believe I have something to attend to.” Hawkeye politely excused herself before making a beeline towards one of the many tables with hors d'oeuvres where a few other members under Mustang’s command were. Judging by the body postures of the men and of Hawkeye, they were being told off for something only her sharp eyes caught.

A small breath of amusement escaped Olivier’s nose.

And Mustang still had not left her side.

“Was there something more you needed Mustang?” Her voice dropped to just above a growl.

Mustang responded with a laugh. His hand reached out as if he were to drop it on her shoulder, but changed his mind last minute when he caught the look of death in her eyes.

For a man in his position, he was exceedingly cheerful for a man that was on the verge of being on the receiving end of the blonde general’s temper and blade. He began to walk away, with a familiar arrogance he called confidence in his step.

“A raincheck on that dance then?” Mustang called back to her over his shoulder. Olivier ignored him and went off in search for that stronger drink. There were still four more hours of this party, and she would need something a little stronger than wine to get her through.

She hated Central.