#tara goes uwu

[streamat4am]

But listen; If Wednesday is there not only will she be able to be with Enid they could come with an agreement and search (manhunt - W.A) for the ladies and have them in a mansion like playboy but more healthy and actual love, with tolerance from a black cat lol

Tara: No more running from ghost because she has two bad bitches to kill them fuckers, which Weds would find fun. Enid just there to protec.

Phoebe: Finally has a place to call home and security and love, and occational crime sprees with a raven ft. A large puppy. And a serial killer daughter.

Lorraine: very rare in this au, BUT if she accepted Enid and decides to run away with Enid or goes her separate ways out of safety, she could go to film school and make movies and MAYBE collab with weds on a movie orientation for her book.

But those are just my fluffy brains wants and needs for poly shit so Enid can be happy and feel love from top to bottom uwu

That's honestly really cute (but what abt our girl vada!? Nah jk, let her live her life)

I don't think enid would seek for others girls if she ends up getting hitched to Wednesday however. Sure they'll have her heart but she has Wednesday to focus on, much to the Addams enjoyment

Especially when Enid's much older! She'd have one than all yknow?

[campusvxmp]

/ nah I'm adding it that Sunday kills Kennedy before she even settles in cause she is, without a doubt, the worst character to grace the screen and Willow deserved someone so much better. I mean, walking in as if she owns the place, speaking to Buffy as she did, the way she goes after Willow rubbed me the wrong way cause she was far too full on, the way she insults magic but tries to cover up with a "but it's special to you uwu", and then her trying to make a joke out of Willow becoming Warren? like nah, fuck off. Zero tact, insensitive, wannabe Faith. This isn't me being bitter over Tara's death, but if they wanted Willow to move on, great, but it should've been someone decent.

[straymackerel]

Hello hello!! Youre writing style is super beautiful and you are a treasure to the BSD community! It would be really awesome if you could do some headcanons with Dazai and Chuuya (separate) with s/o's that work with them at the ADA/PM? It would be cool if they had like high and active positions at each job and maybe even with Chuuya his s/o is an exec.

I really hope this isn't too much, and if it is youre always welcomed to, y'know, not do it lol. - 🦢

“and they were coworkers”

➽─{ahhg—heavy handed with the praise aren’t we? i guess i could get used to that 😚 in dazai’s case i made y/n another detective}─❥

• pawns his work off to virtually everyone but you.

• sometimes he slips your own papers into other people’s piles despite the amount of times you’ve explicitly told him not to.

• you go on cafe dates all. of. the. time. he pretends to bring along work to do at the uzumaki, but all he does is flirt with you once you’re actually there.

• you eventually branch off to more private settings, making it your goal to try out every cafe in the city on your lunch break.

• pda around the office is a must.

• dazai won’t insist on anything extreme, but if he can’t even sling his arm around you or give you a quick peck on the cheek, then what good is working at the same place?

• fukuzawa tries not to pair you up on regular cases because of how… distracted dazai can get around his muse

• but in more serious instances, the two of you are expected to have each other’s backs.

• besides ranpo, you’re the only one who can really keep up with dazai’s pace. (furthermore, you’re the only one who can deal with his antics.)

• that doesn’t, however, prevent the seating arrangement from placing you on opposite sides of the office...

• nothing, and i repeat, nothing would ever get done if you sat next to each other 💔

• he’s still plenty distracting from his faraway vantage point, sending notes and love letters via paper airplane passes throughout the day

• it’s honestly a blessing that you’re there in the room with him. with his beloved only a couple dozen steps away, he’s constantly reminded that he has something to live for.

• he’s also glad that he can keep you safe with his own two hands. he wouldn’t put it past the ada’s enemies to abduct you and take you hostage if you were but a civilian.

• and in your case, if you truly want to understand dazai, the best place to do so is at his job. it’s here where his abilities are utilized at their fullest—here where he lives up to his capabilities.

• you absolute power couple. you dastardly dynamic duo you—

• first things first: being execs together is some heavy lifting, no two ways about it.

• unfortunately, your schedules don’t align often, so you can give up on the idea of lunch dates.

• sometimes it feels like you’re always exhausted, always unwinding off of work. much of the time you spend together ends up being warm and tipsy and drowsy

• ...with the exception of board meetings as a rule, of course. you have to be wide awake for your job, though you’ll be squeezing each other’s hands under the table to get through it

• chuuya’s dedication and loyalty to his work is downright infectious. expect to welcome overtime as much as he does…

• though you often have to peel him away from headquarters. some nights when it’s hours past a normal dinner time and neither of you have eaten, you have to be the voice of reason. (or torment...)

• “you’ll never grow any taller if you never get any sleep~” you coo into his ear, to which he suddenly bolts straight out of his chair

• “what do you think i am, twelve years old??”

• late night suppers though >>>

• takeout and delivery are staples, but once in a while he’ll cook if you’ll clean

• pair that with a nightcap and you’ll be on your way to dreamland in no time, the twinkling of city lights just outside the window of your high-rise suite

• once in a blue moon, when the day is going a little slow, the two of you have a few minutes to meet up during work hours

• you take to your “secret meeting place”—in other words, the rooftop of the main building. (in all fairness, access is somewhat restricted.)

• he’ll dangle his legs over the edge and ask you to join him. you aren’t obligated to, but keep in mind, he’ll catch you if you fall

• hectic as it is, being able to work alongside you is a dream for chuuya. he would undoubtedly have it no other way; two things he adores in the same place? unreal 💛

general tags. (info) @skateme2yokohama​​ @shozaii​ @suehiro @tsukkiscookies

[katrinawritesthings]

Jinki/Taemin; Easy mac; PG

u kno when the kid you used to babysit just shows up on your doorstep one day like six years later

tw for mentions of trans and homophobia

“Taemin,” he says. Taemin winces, gripping his bag tightly to his chest. He doesn’t take his eyes from the coffee table. “Did you run away?” Jinki asks quietly.

ao3

Jinki’s easy mac rotates slowly in the microwave, the little container wiggling every few seconds as the base catches in the usual spots. Jinki leans sleepily against the opposite counter, tensing and untensing his knees as he waits. The movement makes the rest of him wiggle and his hip bump against the drawer handle next to him, but whatever. It doesn’t hurt yet. He’ll stop before it does to take out his little dinner and–

His doorbell rings suddenly, stopping him early as he winces and then frowns, confused. It’s almost nine. Who the heckie. Leaving his fork on the counter and the microwave still counting down four minutes, he heads out of his kitchen and to his front door. It’s as he’s twisting the doorknob to open it that he takes a moment to really hope that whoever is on the other side isn’t a murderer or something.

It’s not; what it is is something arguably more troubling.

It’s a kid.

Or, well, a teenager, thin and lanky with a longish red hair and a backpack pulled over their shoulder. They look at Jinki with big, dark brown eyes and a thick lip bitten between their teeth. Jinki looks back, extremely confused by the lack of a chocolate catalogue or anything likewise that would make this make at least some sort of sense.

“Hi Jinki,” they say.

Uh.

Oh.

What the fuck.

“Uh, hi,” he says for lack of anything better to say. Who the fuck. He frowns, lifting his hand to rub the back of his neck, but before he can ask, the kid starts talking again.

“Sorry, um, for just showing up like this, I know it’s late and we haven’t seen each other in, like, years, but, I didn’t know who else to come to, and–God, this is weird, I know, but–I just–can I like–stay here, maybe, for–even like, an hour, just–maybe?” They say all of that very quickly with one hand gripping the strap of their bag so tightly their knuckles have turned pale. They’ve also blinked, like, fifty-seven times, and Jinki feels an incredulous realization creeping up on him. What the fuck. No way.

“I–what’s your name?” he asks slowly. The kid’s shaky, hopeful smile falters; their free hand opens and closes at their side and they swallow thickly.

“You,” they say, and shake their head. “You don’t–you don’t remember me.” They take a step back, a step down from Jinki’s tiny porch. Their hand comes up to rub their nose as their cheeks flare up red. Jinki recognizes that look immediately in a rush of memories, but–“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–I’l just–I’ll go, I’m sorry, sorry.” They turn to leave and Jinki finds himself automatically stepping halfway out of his door and reaching for them.

“No no no, Taemin, Taem, wait,” he says quickly. Taemin stops and looks back at him with those eyes, and fuck, those eyes are so familiar now. Jinki doesn’t know how he didn’t notice immediately. “I remember you,” he says. “I was your babysitter for like. A year and a half when you were young. Er. Younger.” He remembers. Tiny ten year old Taemin with a bowlcut, every weekday during the school year for a few hours each day before Jinki moved away. Teenager Taemin’s face now breaks into a weak smile of relief as he turns fully back around.

“Oh, thank fuck,” he breathes, lifting his hand to run his fingers through his hair. “Hi,” he says again.

“Hi,” Jinki repeats slowly. Even with his memories, he’s still confused. He looks Taemin up and down again in the dim light of his porch lamp; he’s a bundle of nerves, trembling hands and lips bitten puffy with worry. “Are you okay?” he asks quietly. “How–why are you–here?”

“Um,” Taemin says. His deep breath is shaky as he rubs his nose again. “It’s. Complicated, kind of,” he mumbles. “Can I–come in?” he asks again. He gestures weakly at Jinki’s living room behind him. Jinki glances in there, looks back, sucks the insides of his cheeks for thought.

“I mean,” he says. He doesn’t know what’s going on, and letting kids into his home alone isn’t really something a responsible adult should do, he thinks, but. Leaving a kid out on his own in the dark definitely isn’t something he’s going to do. “Sure, yeah,” he says, stepping aside and holding the door open wider. “Take a seat,” he says. Taemin slips inside, twisting slightly as he passes Jinki so as to not brush against him, and shuffles further into the room.

“Thanks,” he breathes as he goes. Jinki closes his front door gently and turns a lamp on as Taemin sinks onto his couch. He shrugs his backpack off of his shoulder and just holds it in his lap instead, little fingers gripping the material as he takes deep breaths. Jinki leans on the arm of the couch further away from him, worriedly watching him worry. He doesn’t know what to say.

“You dyed your hair,” he tries. “It looks nice.” The chestnut red is a good look for him, Jinki thinks, even if the strands are mussed and messy. He got taller, too, but Jinki feels like that would be too cliché of an obvious change to mention. He can’t help but notice Taemin’s long legs sprawled awkwardly out in his skinnies, though, or the new angles and lines of his face. He’s still young, definitely, but no longer a squishy bub made up of baby fat and chubby cheeks. Taemin glances at him, lifts his hand to again push through his hair.

“Um,” he says. “Yeah.” He looks down to his bag again, feet tapping nervously against Jinki’s carpet. Jinki watches him for a moment before he sighs slowly.

“Taemin,” he starts gently. He notes how Taemin winces, but before he can say anything more, there’s a long beep from behind him. He hesitates and turns around, confused for a second, before he remembers. “My easy mac,” he whispers. Shit. “Uh, give me a minute,” he tells Taemin, holding a finger up even as he scuttles to the kitchen. Heck.

As he pops open the door and looks around for the cheese packets, he bites the insides of his cheeks. He hasn’t seen Taemin in… fuck, in he doesn’t know how long. Not since he moved, which was seven ish years ago, he thinks. He didn’t go far; just two cities over, but too far for him to keep his job of looking after Taemin every day. He thought he’d never see the kid again, and to have him return to Jinki’s life like this is far more than surprising. It’s downright unsettling. He doesn’t even know how Taemin knew where to find him.

Instead of just going back to Taemin with one bowl of food just for himself, he separates it into two bowls to share. Then he hovers for a moment looking for something to go with it before he just shrugs and roughly chops an apple into slices. Whatever. Good enough. He gathers up the three bowls and shuffles back to the living room, where Taemin is still hugging his bag to his chest on the couch. He’s tapping out a text on his phone, but looks up when Jinki approaches.

“Here, Taem,” he says quietly, holding out a bowl. Taemin hesitates, but takes it, poking at the food anxiously with the fork.

“You’re a grown ass adult and you’re having easy mac for dinner?” he asks skeptically. His voice is deeper than it used to be. Jinki blinks, then shrugs. Yeah. Pretty much.

“Being an adult means there’s no one around to stop me from eating nothing but easy mac for every meal,” he mumbles. Honestly it’s not working out that great for him. He should really get onto the whole veggie train thing. One day. Maybe. “How old are you again?” he asks to cover his embarrassment. “Sixteen? Seventeen?” Those seem about right.

“Sixteen,” Taemin says quietly. Jinki nods. Yeah, okay. “What about you?” Taemin asks. Jinki coughs into his shoulder. Too old to be living off of easy mac, for one.

“Not forty yet,” is what he says. Taemin snorts at his answer but doesn’t say anything in reply. He just eats, slowly, nibbling one little macaroni at a time. It’s a little awkward to just sit in silence and eat, but Jinki feels like it would be more awkward to try to talk and eat at the same time, so he follows suit.

The more he glances at Taemin out of the corner of his eye, the more fucked up this seems. He’s almost an hour away from his old home and he knows Taemin can’t have driven here. Every few minutes Taemin looks at his phone but Jinki strongly suspects that it’s not his parents that he’s checking in with. He’s too anxious, too quiet, too twitchy in everything he does.

By the time he finishes Taemin is only a little bit through his own bowl and is looking mildly queasy. When he puts his bowl down on the coffee table, Taemin glances at him, back to his own, and copies him. He looks the exact same kind of guilty for not finishing as he used to when he was younger and Jinki doesn’t say anything about it. Taemin grips his hands together, puts them on his knees, taps his fingers nervously against his jeans. After another long, silent, tense moment, he reaches forward and pokes an apple slice in the bowl. He picks it up for a second, grimaces, and puts it back down. Jinki rubs his chin and leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees. There are a few things that Jinki thinks could have happened so he goes with the best case one to start with.

“Taemin,” he says. Taemin winces, gripping his bag tightly to his chest. He doesn’t take his eyes from the coffee table. “Did you run away?” Jinki asks quietly.

Taemin’s eyes scrunch shut tight. That’s enough of a confirmation for Jinki and he sighs, leaning back against the couch. He stays quiet and just waits for Taemin to actually say something. It takes a moment, but eventually, he takes a deep, shaky breath and opens his eyes again. This time, he actually looks at Jinki, fear and guilt and regret written all over his face.

“I almost accidentally came out to them, Jinki,” he says. His voice cracks, almost croaks out of him, and while he takes a moment to swallow and rub his throat Jinki takes a moment to rub his hand over his face. Ahh, shit. “I almost–fucking did it,” Taemin continues. “They were saying some really transphobic just–garbage, and I was trying to explain to them why it was bad, and somehow that led to me almost accidentally telling them I’m–not trans, or, I don’t. Know if I’m–but I almost told them I was–that I’m–I almost said I was–”

He can’t even bring himself to say the word, Jinki realizes. Even to Jinki, he can’t make it come out of his mouth.

“But I–they were pushing about it and I was denying it and I was so fucking–scared so I just picked a fight about something else instead, something stup–no, something ridiculous, and then I just–I packed some shit? And snuck out? Like–just–just to run away for a day, or for the weekend, so maybe–maybe, like, they’d forget about–about me, being–and they’d only be mad about me running away and not–or they’d be so happy that I came back that they don’t, like. But, God, I’m just–” He shakes his head and puts his face into his hands, fingers gripping tightly into his hair.

“Just fucking saying it out loud I realize how fucking fucked up this plan was, God–I fucked up, Jinki, I’m so fucking–fucked, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–come to you like this, God, it’s just. You’re the only one I know that’s–” He looks up again, to meet Jinki’s eyes. His lips are bitten wet and swollen again already. Jinki can’t think of anything to say, but Taemin hasn’t stopped yet, so he doesn’t have to worry about that yet.

“You’re the only one I know that’s. That’s–that’s–not straight,” Taemin whispers. “Besides–that’s not a school. Friend. Because my parents know my friends and if I’d gone to them then they would–but they’d never think of you, and–this is fucked up, I know, you don’t need me here like this, but.” He swallows thickly. “You were the first person I ever knew, ever, that was–was–like me, and I knew you would–understand, but just. God, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sorry, sor–fuck, hold on, sorry.” He closes his eyes again, lifting a shaky hand to press against his forehead. His other hand presses lightly against his throat, thumb rubbing up and down as he tries to swallow. “I get–I get dizzy when I’m nervous,” he stammers.

Jinki still doesn’t know what to say, but he does know what to do. Sliding closer to Taemin on the couch, with one hand he rubs the heel of his palm up Taemin’s back, between his shoulderblades, in slow strokes. With his other he gently scratches the back of his head where his neck meets it. When he opens his mouth to sing softly, he finds that he doesn’t remember the words to Frère Jacques at all. He just hums it instead, low and soothing, as Taemin shakes next to him.

It takes three and a half loops of the little song for Taemin to take a deep breath and sit up straight again. Jinki scoots a little bit away to give him space as he fans his face and rubs his eyes.

“Sorry if it wasn’t okay for me to, like, touch you,” he says quietly. He frowns at his hands, only just realizing now that he probably should have asked permission. “It’s just. That’s how I always used to calm you down from panic attacks, so.” He shrugs. At least it still works.

“Panic attacks?” Taemin asks. He looks at Jinki with a confused little frown. Jinki blinks back at him.

“Yeah,” he says. “When you get all hot and your vision goes blurry and your mouth gets all dry and you can’t understand words for a little bit?” He lists all of the things that he remembers tiny Taemin telling him about years ago. He also leaves out the part about suddenly needing to pee because he figures Taemin will ask to use his bathroom if he needs to. “You’ve had them since you were a kid,” he says, lifting his hand to rub where his shoulder meets his neck. Something seems off about the way Taemin only looks eve more confused at this information. “I told your parents about–did they never? Take you to a doctor? For meds or a diagnosis or anything?” he asks. “You had, like, textbook anxiety.”

Taemin continues to just look at him after he says that. Jinki frowns back, and eventually, Taemin sighs, shakes his head, and slouches back against the couch.

“Listen, my dude, if you think gay shit is the only shit my parents are garbage about you would be extremely mistaken,” he mumbles. Jinki snorts. That makes sense, honestly. He considers pressing gently for more about the anxiety, but decides against it. If Taemin never knew about it because his parents dismissed it or whatever then at least he does now. He draws one leg up onto the couch to cross it under himself.

“So it is gay stuff?” he asks curiously. “Or is there a more specific thing you accidentally came out as? If you want to tell me, I mean,” he adds quickly when Taemin glances at him. “You don’t have to,” he says. Asking Taemin for those personal details when they’re half the reason he ran away in the first place probably isn’t the best of ideas. Taemin shrugs, though, and wiggles his shoes off before he brings both feet up on the couch to hug his knees.

“Pan,” he says quietly. “Sexual,” he adds. “And I think. A little bit… aro. Maybe.” He shrugs again, avoiding eye contact. Jinki smiles encouragingly anyway.

“Neat,” he says. “My boyfriend is a little bit aro,” he says. Taemin gasps softly.

“You have a boyfriend?” he asks. He squishes his cheeks with his hands, eyes big and round, lips finally quirked up into the tiniest of smiles. Jinki smiles wide back and nods.

“Mmhmm,” he says. He pulls out his phone and slides open the lock to open up his pictures. “This is him. Jonghyun,” he says, showing Taemin a shot of him and Jonghyun out at the park together, smiling in the sun. Taemin smiles a little more at the picture, looking between the two of them with a fond warmth that Jinki knows he’s feeling in his soul. “He hates the sun, honestly,” Jinki says, taking his phone back. “Sensitive skin and seasonal depression. But he only complained a little bit that day.” He looks at the pictures himself for a few moments, just taking in how gorgeous his babe is, before he slots his phone back into his pocket. “It was fun,” he tells Taemin. “We’re actually in the process of moving him into this house so we can live together finally.”

“That’s so nice,” Taemin sighs wistfully. “I’d always think of you having a cute babe,” he says. He rests his cheek on his knee so it smushes up a little, making his smile a little lopsided. “Whenever I remembered you,” he says. “You were the only, you know, adult that I ever really knew that wasn’t one of the straights. And the first one. So, you know. Representation or whatever.” He shrugs, tightens his arms around his legs. “I always wanted to imagine you just… happily gay. And loving yourself. And everything. I’m glad I was right.” As he speaks his hand drifts towards his phone again. Jinki stays silent while he checks it, first to give him privacy and second to really process the things he just said.

He’s never really seen himself in that way before. As representation. He knew he was super chill and casual about his gayness to Taemin when he was little, but that was just him being an open and honest caretaker for a little nugget child. He never once thought that he was the first–or only–influence in Taemin’s life. All these years, apparently he’s been Taemin’s shining gay of hope and he never even knew it. Honestly, his depressed ass still does have problems loving himself a lot, but if he’d known that he was so important to Taemin he might be a bit better at it.

As it is, he’s pretty sure that they still have a problem here. Taemin bites his lip as he frowns at his phone, thumbs typing out a quick message. Jinki hopes he’s telling a friend where he is just in case. He’s not a murderer or anything but Taemin doesn’t know that. He brings his thumb to his mouth to chew on his nail as he thinks.

“What…,” he says slowly after he sees Taemin close his messages. Taemin looks back to him with questioning eyes and he points a questioning finger at him. “What was your plan?”he asks. “After coming here? Like, what did you want me to do?” he really doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do here at all. He’s not going to call Taemin’s parents; he won’t break Taemin’s trust like that and he doesn’t think he even kept their number in the first place. Taemin’s definitely not going to give it to him.

“Um,” Taemin says. He rubs his phone screen on his thigh and focuses his attention on that instead of on Jinki. “Plan A,” he says, “was to spend the night here, grab a bus back home tomorrow, deal with… everything then,” he says. Jinki frowns. Spend the night here. Some missing kid that isn’t his just. Sleeping on his couch. That’s not dangerously incriminating at all.

“Plan B,” Taemin says, “was to grab another bus to a kind of old friend that moved to this city a few years ago, and see if I can crash with them instead.” He shrugs at that with a little grimace. “Plan C was to find a 24-hour something to spend the night in.”

“You really didn’t think this all through that well, did you?” Jinki hums. He props his chin in his hand and cocks a brow. He’s amused, a little, at the mess of Taemin’s ideas, but mostly he’s stalling for time to think. He can’t just… let Taemin go out on his own again. It’s way too late.

“I was… panicking, I guess,” Taemin mumbles. He sighs and shakes his head. “If I really can’t stay that’s fine, really, you don’t have to be responsible for me just because I showed up unannounced and had a panic attack on your couch,” he says. Jinki snorts. That’s one way of putting it. “You were only plan A because I knew they wouldn’t think of you or know where to find you,” Taemin shrugs.

“Yeah, about that,” Jinki says. He frowns in confusion, tilting his head. “How did you know where to find me?” he asks. Taemin rubs his nose a little embarrassedly.

“When you moved all those years ago you sent me a letter once,” he says. “To say goodbye. And I, uh. Kept it. This whole time.”

“Oh,” Jinki says. “Aw.” He smiles fondly. That’s sweet. Taemin blushes a faint pink, though, embarrassed by his sentiment, and looks away for a quick moment.

“A-anyway,” he says when he looks back.”So, um. Can I? Stay? Please?” His expression is hopeful and his little hands grip nervously in his bag. Jinki sucks the inside of his cheeks, looking back at him searchingly.

“I mean,” he says, and leans back with a sigh. He can’t and won’t call Taemin’s parents, and he can’t let him go out on his own in the dark, and he can't just take him to the police station, and driving a runaway kid somewhere else and leaving him there feels much worse than just letting one crash on his couch for the night. He doesn’t really have a choice. Taemin is lucky that it’s Saturday and he doesn’t have to be at work tomorrow, honestly.

“Yeah, I guess,” he sighs, shrugging and running his hand through his hair. “Just… I’ll see you to the bus stop in the morning,”

“Okay,” Taemin says quickly. “Sure, yeah, fine.” He nods up and down very fast, hands clenched tightly together. “Thank you, Jinki,” he says. It’s a heavy breath of relief out of his mouth and Jinki can’t find himself to be anything but fond.

“No problem,” he says. He’s a good kid. He shouldn’t have to have any more anxiety and stress than he’s already had this night. Jinki just hopes that sending back home tomorrow isn’t going to be worse than letting him stay. 

[brainrotcharacters]

ep 2 “Summon the Suit” made me immerse again lmao oops

a review of ep 2 because i rewatched it even if it don’t look it 

THE PEOPLE IN CHARGE OF THE REFLECTIONS CAN GET. IT.

“you’re not alone” “that’s part of the problem” is a whole ass bar. 

“I don’t care how bloody handsome you are” Steven easily called himself good looking. he’s not sure about everything else, but damnit he knows he’s handsome. hilarious

the entire first conversation with Marc, Steven is being salty. he’s not a timid helpless baby uwu he fights back. he walks away from marc, he runs away from khonshu (who, now that we’ve seen them interact, seems like he just took the first chance at theatrics the drama queen), and he insists to Layla that he’s Steven, not Marc

When He’s a nervous wreck but can speak and think for himself its attractive, actually

speaking of Layla, homegirl is aging at high speed dealing with Marc’s bullshit huh? I missed how Marc sent the divorce papers. he wasn’t there in person. “I’m pushing you away because I love you” vibes. you ain’t slick, Spector. if I had to divorce a wife as badass as her, I’d be upset about my life too tbh

“so you’re talking again?“ um? let’s unpack that? Marc’s mom? is Steven’s mom a fictive? someone is laughing at me trying to guess I can feel it

“steven grant?“ “I think so“ hilarious idc if it’s dark humor that was funny

harrow, steven isn’t broken. I’ll break you in a hot minute get over here wanna slap you with a fish

“BREAK HIS WINDPIPE” khonshu pls lmao

“goat“ steven omg

“we all aspire to learn three languages“ wala akong tiwala sayo at tama ako putangina mo arturo gago ka pero sige tara turuan

*Layla enters the lion’s den with the scarab* Marc, from behind Steven’s eyeballs: babe wtf. I love you for that but wtf wtf wtf

Layla saw that Steven really couldn’t act and switched to problem solving mode Like That. miss ma’am the woman that you are

i know we give steven shit for being a Poser but I have this thing with suits and HMMMMMMMMMMM

“Oy. Steven” he sounds so done i’m cackling

“evil magician’s man cave“ and “psycho colonel sanders“ were the gems that Oscar Isaac’s brother gave us this ep. Michael Benjamin Hernandez thank you sir sana masarap ulam niyo

see I would be excited about the escrima sticks if Steven showed any prior indications of being a nice dual wielder, but this is one I’ll have to rely on Marc and or Jake for. Steven I love you but stop posing those ain’t decorative my guy

Steven is such a moron and I love him

“hell of a punch back there” you praise Steven, I praise you. well done, Marc

even when he fronted, Marc is reassuring Steven, but Steven just lashed out. this is why the hug at ep 4 was nice. the boys had space to fight

see if Khonshu was using Layla for leverage, why’d he go “tell Marc to free me” when he and Steven moved the night sky hm? bird boy needs to admit to liking Marc

I would like to thank the camera crew and Oscar Isaac for that closing scene. blessings like this is why I try to take care of my eyesight

the character study that goes into the alters, my goodness. Steven is all slouches and shaking, but when Marc stares down that CCTV (that was ridiculously, painfully attractive btw) with a calm stride, broad shoulders, unwavering eyes, my. gosh. Oscar is having fun flipping that particular switch, isn’t he? 

[shozaii]

48-50? hope you're doing well !!

ehehe hewwo yue!!🥰 and i hope you’re doing great too!✨

48.describe your ideal partner.

well; i feel like the most important part is where we could accept each other for who we are. as long as they can take me for who i am; i would literally be the happiest person alive🥺💕 well this is probably because the people who i did fall for didn’t exactly like me for being myself i guess? so yes i am pretty insecure with that part, and if i were to ever date someone, i would love to learn more of them. and they could do the same. and from then on we shall grow together, despite the things that we have gone through in the past.

49.who do you text the most?

ehehe my classmates in my college!! or if we’re talking about our moots on tumblr it’s actually lots of them! talking to them makes me feel vv happy🥺🤍 i can name some, zizi, sky, chrollo, tara, cami, gigi....the list goes on and on!!💕

50.what’s your favorite kind of weather?

ah well winter!!! though i’ve not experienced it yet😳 otherwise that it would be the rain; it puts me into this cuddly clingy mood, and all i would ever want would be hugs, love and affection UwU❤️✨maybe a hot chocolate spree with my non-existent s/o?💖

[yoshizora]

a LOT of random fire emblem three houses thoughts that are too much to put on twitter and also the fandom is already a dumpster fire 

note that i have played edelgard’s route, lions route, and have just started the deers route. some spoilers below obvs

- edelgard’s route being shorter than all the other ones is because she’s the most efficient at winning a war but ALSO the writers were just being unfair despite her being marketed hard as the face of 3h 

- the hatred for her feels very one-sided despite the game’s overall theme of having no perfect flawless lords. dimitri is written as a victim of his suffering and therefore we should sympathize with him and agree with his intense need for vengeance (at least before he comes to his senses) while edelgard openly does questionable things that we have to ponder and consider even as we fight alongside her 

- edelgard is also a victim! but she is not written as one! she suffered from a terrible childhood where like, all her siblings died and she was experimented on horribly and painfully, and this made her into a very ambitious and driven young woman but also someone who’s very distant and closed-off. the only person she really opens up to is byleth. and lysithea if you do their supports. like ffs she doesn’t like rats because of the trauma from being locked up underground where she’d constantly see rats scurrying around 

- blue lions route is the white catholics route

- rhea is sketchy as fuck but i like her anyway and i’m saving her route for last

- flayn and seteth memes are A+ 

- i absolutely do not blame tara platt for not participating in the twitter popularity meme wars among the vas, idk if she’s just busy with more work or if she’s deliberately keeping herself back. you know what i noticed? the blue lions and golden deer fans rarely ever go after each other. there is a tendency of the non-eagle aligned fans to go straight for the accusations of fascism and nazism and talking about edelgard as if she’s supposed to be an irredeemable villain when she. is. not. wtf

- edelgard is a bisexual morally-grey female lord who wields an axe and is an armored unit and she has gone through suffering but that suffering made her stronger while simultaneously compromising part of her empathy/compassion and that’s what makes her a compelling character. she fights for the separation of church and state!! she fights to dismantle a caste system based on nobility and crests!! like, holy fuck. hate her if you want but don’t call her a one-note villain. jesus fuck i hate the fandom 

- sylvain’s character feels like he was written by an incel........? “hot sexy prodigious noble boy was ~betrayed~ and mistreated by wimmin who just wanted him for his dick and crest!!!! womemn are terrible!!!!! this is why he treats women like dirt but they all thirst for him anyway and u should too uwu he’s just a jaded boy uwu look at how hot he is uwu dont forget that it’s wumens fault that he’s like this UWU” 

- ingrid is a good character shut up

- if you hate ingrid brandl galatea then you’re not allowed to like jill fizzart or soren 

- dimitri should have been the villain of edelgard’s route. we should see how far he goes with his disturbing violent personality when HE’S left without guidance, as edelgard was in his route, because tbh it’s not exactly fair that edel gets demonized in the other routes but dimitri and claude are always the “good guys” (or just bystanders). this isn’t me hating on dimitri i just think the writing favors him very much and tries too hard to keep him in the light of a traditional fe lord who’s the Good Guy who’s always right 

- but also dimitri was a fucking hypocrite when he argued against edel that she shouldn’t push her ideals onto others because the church that he was defending executes people for dissenting. this is resolved in the epilogue when seteth stops being such a prick and rhea retires but still 

- edel obviously wasn’t the true villain of lions route!!! did literally everyone else not notice the slithery dark ppl in the final map!!!! they were pulling the strings and yanked edel to that tipping point because byleth wasn’t there as they are in her own route where she manages to stick to her ideals without going batshit!!!! 

- so what if i’m stanning edel, she’s a very compelling character 

- catherine and shamir are lesbians 

[emz-brawl-stars-blog]

Emz and piper

Piper:What a good day for tea~ or not em- ¡AH!

*Emz eats the muffins*

Piper:No! don't eat it!

Emz:Why? i'm hungry...you know?

Piper:You can eat just cookies! just of chocolate..

Emz:Fine...anyway, i don't like chocolate...

Piper:Ok- you want tea for relax?

(After tea)

Emz:This tea is good!

Piper:Oh! Thank you!

Emz:I like your dress!

Piper:I like your hair cut, is looks stranger but nice..!

Tara arrives at Piper's house and sees her and Emz talking

Tara:Piper...

Piper:Yes?

Tara:Who is she?...

Piper:Oh! it's emz!

Tara:Oh hi! EMZ....

Emz:uh...#WeirdThinghappeninginhouse

Tara:oOoOoOh! you got...INSTAGRAM?

Emz:Yeah

Tara:Weeeell...me too! this is my instagram! show her name of instagram

Emz:Ok..i follow you! You now follow a:Tara

Tara:..........(AAAHHH- HAHAHAHA)

Emz goes to home and see a message of tara

Emz:Hmm? let's see...Wha-!

Tara: Emz ... I'm Piper's girlfriend, did you know that? well ... if you like it, remember ... IT'S ONLY MY B*TCH, IF YOU WANT TO KISS IT OR HUGGING IT, I WILL KILL YOU! HAHAHA-

You just blocked Tara

Emz:*Inhale* WHAT THE FU*K IT'S HAPPENING-

Hope you like it, uwu

[bringmecoffeeandroses]

Jaaryl! ❤️

Heya, sweets!

who hogs the duvet

Aaron deeeeeefffinitely hogs it in his sleep. However, Daryl and Paul rarely bring it up to him because the one time Paul teased him about it, poor Aaron practically forced the covers on them to make sure they weren’t cold. (Let’s face it, there’s prolly a second blanket on their bed for this reason.)

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Aaron, 10/10. Daryl and Paul occasionally check in but Aaron is definitely the “do you want me bring lunch by? we could go picnic UwU” boyfriend and you cannot convince me otherwise.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

I mean, it depends on your definition of creative? Like, Daryl’s gifts are kind of straight forward but he is very much a service kind of guy – do not make a dirty joke, do not make a dirty joke, do not – who will fix the things you didn’t know you needed fixing or bring breakfast in the form of a dead deer. Paul is the scavenging form of gift giver; he does his best to get you what you want/need, whatever that might be. Aaron is aaaaaaallllll about the sentimental gifts. Remember that first note you passed to him to invite him to lunch? He does, and he’s kept it in his wallet ever since. 

who gets up first in the morning

Daryl. He’s been raised like a true hunting boy - up before the sun - and it has just stuck over the years. However, he can be occasionally, *ahem*, convinced to stay in bed for a while with the right motivation.

who suggests new things in bed

Probably Paul. Aaron is always happy to do new things in bed but nottttt exactly bringing the conversation up and Daryl? Well, he doesn’t have a lot of experience prior to this relationship so it’s more up to Paul to set out ideas for him to think on. This does come to a great conclusion though, involving some rope, a well-placed bandana, and Daryl’s bike.  

who cries at movies

Daryl. When Aaron and Paul find this out, it is under pain of death that they are threatened to tell no one nothing. Don’t get him started on Old Yeller.

who gives unprompted massages

Paul, for sure. He’s had a lot of jobs, he really has, and when he’s good at something, it’s not surprising to hear him say, “I used to be a _______” A yoga instructor, an activist, a martial artist, a barista, an aquarium tour guide. So, when he says he was a masseuse, it’s not hard to believe especially given that he can spot the stiffness in Aaron and Daryl’s backs when they have had a day of it. All of a sudden, they’ll feel hands under the hem of their shirts skirting upwards with firm pressure against the stiff muscles of their back. It rarely leads to anything, he doesn’t expect anything – Paul just finishes and kisses their cheek and goes back to whatever he was doing before.  

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Aaron. Poor fucking Aaron, man. Paul is the worst patient when it comes to being sick, followed closely by Daryl – they do not need to be in bed, they’re fine. It’s the sniffles, not cancer! Daryl is happy to help Aaron when it’s Paul that’s sick but Paul is more likely to be on Daryl’s side when Daryl is sick and it’s a nightmare because that poor, poor man loves two men that have no sense of self preservation.      

who gets jealous easiest

They don’t get all that jealous of one another - the glorious effect of constant communication, the only way as relationship like theirs would work - but Paul can be a little flirty and that can…stir up some of those feelings. Primarily in Daryl.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

Lmao, I will always include Aaron and his favorite 80s music.

who collects something unusual

Well, one one hand Aaron collects liscence plates? But then against Paul has a lobster bib on the wall, so who can judge????

who takes the longest to get ready

Paul.

Particularly if he doesn’t want to go.

who is the most tidy and organized

Aaron. Daryl and Paul are just not used to giving a shit about things being organized? Daryl and Paul help in their own ways; Daryl is…not the best about cleanliness but regularly fixes anything that needs fixed, cooks, ect, and Paul isn’t above dish duty and picking up here and there (group homes often have a point system when it comes to chores so, erm, take that for what you will.  

who gets most excited about the holidays

Again, Aaron the cinnamon roll to the rescue. It’s unlikely that Daryl or Paul have positive associations with yearly traditions, tbh, so Aaron coming in whole-hog and generally bringing some of that positive energy into the holidays for them? Lovely.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

Daryl is most often in the middle and he loves it? Like, he’ll grumble about cuddling til he’s blue in the face but that boy is the epitome of five-more-minutes and must-be-touching-most-of-your-person while cuddling.

Meanwhile, Paul is a firm outside-position-cuddler. This is partially because he doesn’t always tie his hair back in bed and there have been “incidents”…Mostly involving one of them eating or being tickled by his hair, but also one very special occasion where a hand got tangled. (Also, big spoon/Jetpacking!Paul is a wonderful thing.)

Then there’s Aaron, who is by far the best cuddler among them. He’s like a giant teddy bear,the easiest person in the world to receive/give physical affection from merely because he is so warm and concerned with how comfortable you are. He is sometimes a middle-cuddler as well.    

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

Paul.

He’s also a dirty little cheat, just saying.

who starts the most arguments

They don’t argue that often but I’ll probably say Paul?

who suggests that they buy a pet

Honestly, if Aaron or Paul brought it up, it’s only cause they see that Daryl so desperately needs a dog. Maybe this happens after their viewing of Marley & Me/Old Yeller.

what couple traditions they have

IDK, that’s a hard one. Maybe Saturday game night, if Gracie’s around? Or a once a month camping trip?

what tv shows they watch together

I see a spattering of Nat Geo and those weird home improvement shows? Also some sitcoms because, yeah.

what other couple they hang out with

Tara and Rosita? (Or Denise, let me live okay?)

how they spend time together as a couple

Honestly? Scouting, camping, exploring, everyday life – I see these three being attached at the hip, no question.

who made the first move

I have different theories on this. I do have a feeling that two of them would couple up first. Maybe Daryl and Paul approach Aaron? or Daryl and Aaron approach Paul? IDK.

who brings flowers home

Aaron.

who is the best cook

Daryl is probably the best between the three of them. Aaron knows how to cook but Daryl’s been cooking his own food since he was tall enough to reach the counters. Paul is a disaster in the kitchen but…at least he tries.  

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[yoongs-yoongi]

Let’s Pretend: Three

Yoongi X Reader

Contains: Slight Angst, Comedy, Eventual Smut

Warnings: Implied Parental Bullying, Bullying, Yoongi being the sweetest (uwu!!)

Word Count: 3,543

A/N: Kinda long.

| One | Two | Three |

Yoongi held his stomach laughing, he’s going at it so hard he fell from his spot on the bed and onto the floor. We’ve been lying on his bed peacefully with me telling him about everything. All was going fine up until he heard me saying the nickname my mother had given me.

“It’s not that fun-“ Yoongi howled louder, cutting me off. I pursued my lips, fighting a smile my damn self. I’m not laughing with him, I just have this thing where I smile or laugh at someone else laughing or smiling.

His laughter turned into coughing, “See you’re gonna make yourself sick, will you stop already?”

“Somebody should have stopped your mother from giving you that nickname. Button!” He started up again.

“It’s a very common nickname!”

“On what planet?”

I threw one of his pillows at him. It didn’t phase him, he was laughing harder if that were even possible. A tomato with hair was what he had become, his face was so red. I suffered through his choking laughter for another 20 minutes. Once he was done he crawled back on the bed, still giggling to himself. “Okay, I’m done.”

“You sure?” I asked, agitated.

He nodded, a sly grin proudly plastered on his face. I rolled my eyes, “Aw don’t be mad, button.” He pinched my cheeks.

“Goodnight.” I headed for his door. He was starting up again. “No, I’m sorry!” He jumped up and barricaded himself between me and the door. “I won’t start laughing again, I’ll be good.”

“I don’t believe you, move.”

“I’m serious, I won’t. You don’t look like your family nickname would be Button. I’m was taken back a little, that’s all.”

“Well, it is,” I crossed my arms over my chest and sat back on his bed. Yoongi turned off the lights and got back on the bed with me.

“Why’d you turn the lights off?” I asked.

“It’s nearly midnight, you might as well sleep in here with me.” He laid next to me. Damn, we’ve been talking for that long? I looked over at the clock to see he was right, 11:45 his clock read. I nodded and got under the covers with him. I played with the strings on his hoodie. It was quiet for a minute until Yoongi spoke.

“I want you to know you really hurt me by not telling me about this sooner, I mean your own mother Y/N.”

“My intentions were never to hurt you Yoongi. It was a part of my life I wanted to forget, and didn’t want anyone worrying about it.”

“How’d that work out for you?” He sat up looking at me.

“Not so good. I never brought her up and to make sure no one else did so I said she was dead, I didn’t see the harm to until now. I’m really sorry. Please don’t be mad.” I pouted

“Not mad, just disappointed. I get it, after everything you told me tonight I could understand why you would choose to say she was dead, it was easier.”

“Wayyy easier.” I chuckled.

“Still a shitty thing for you to do.”

I pulled on the strings so his face would disappear behind the crumbled up hood. He still spoke, his mouth was the only thing I could see.

“What I don’t understand is how you nearly tackle me or one of the guys when we ever were having a personal issue and we show it, but when it comes to you-you don’t heed your own advice. Like you always say, we have the type of friendship where we can come to each other with anything no matter what,” He took his hood off, “or does that only apply when it’s your shoulder that’s being cried on?

He uncovered in time to see my nose twitching and I’m pretty sure he could hear my heavy breathing, stupid tears. Yoongi said no more. He gently tugged me into his warm embrace.

 I could smell the washing detergent in his clothes and the lotion he put on after his shower. It was comforting.

So comforting the urge to cry got stronger, my emotions got the best of me and before I knew it the dam broke. I was sobbing violently. Yoongi held me like new a born child, rocking me slightly.

He let me cry into his chest until I fell asleep. When he isn’t being a butthole he can be really sweet.

I woke up hours later, the sun was barely up. I didn’t need any light to let me know that Yoongi’s chest had been replaced with his face. I felt his breath tickling my nose when I woke up instead of the steady rhythm of his heart.

I took a moment to stare at his facial features, something I secretly did. I can’t help it, he resembles a sleeping princess waiting for his prince to awaken him with true loves first kiss. I gently touched one of his long eyelashes. He didn’t budge so I strummed my finger through the fine hairs, he moved when I did that.

I pulled away and waited for him to settle back down. “Note to self, go as Snow White for Halloween next years and make Yoongi be Snow White. I’ll be the Prince,” I mumbled to myself.

I got up quietly, trying not to wake him up. I crept to my room to change out of my clothes from yesterday. I settled for my Winnie The Pooh sweatshirt and some old sweats I had lying around my room. I went into the bathroom to wash my face of the dried tears and to brush my teeth. Hoesok, my co-worker would be coming by soon to pick up his phone he asked me to fix. He and his girlfriend were attempting to get a quickie in the alleyway at work one night and his phone fell from his pocket onto the pavement.

Why he doesn’t have a screen protector or phone case? Anyone’s guess is as good as mine. I made my way to the kitchen, I cut on the coffee maker and got to work.

Meanwhile...

“Are you sure everything is set up Tara, I don’t wanna get my hopes up again like last time.” Karen snared. Tara rolled her eyes, holding her phone in between her cheek and her shoulder.

She unscrewed the medicine cap off her one of pill bottles, “Trust me, everything will go as planned.”

Cordell walked in with a tray with a single glass of water sitting in the middle of it.

“Here you at madam-“ Tara snatched the water.

“Be here sooner. I hate when these things touch my tongue.” She winced, knocking half the glass of water back.

“Ugh, know go.” She shooed him away like one of the dogs.

Cordell backed out of the room. Tara closed her bedroom door, she knows how nosey Cordell can be.

Cordell shook his head, simple woman. He walked to the laundry room and pulled down the door to her laundry shoot. He could hear everything that Tara said, what kind of butler would he be if he didn’t spy?

There isn’t a single thing that goes on in the house that he doesn’t know about.

“Y/N is coming and when she does we’ll set our plan in motion.

“How do you know she’s coming?”

“Trust me, she’ll be here. Does Markus know?”

“Yes, he knows.”

“Perfect.” Tara purred.

“I’m still worried Tara. Y/N went bonkers last time her marrying Markus came up, what if-

“The only reason things went the way they did was because of your big mouth. If you allowed things to go my way we’d both have what we want, and more. Just keep your mouth shut this time and let me handle things.”

“I knew it.” Cordell mouthed to his self. He knew the witch was up to something. 

“ I have to warn Y/N.”

Cordell marched upstairs to his room to fetch your new contact information

“Where did I put that paper?” He rifled through be belongings.

********

“Get a screen protector and phone case, the next time this thing breaks and I find out it was broke during Mr. Nasty Time I’m charging you extra. “ He didn’t even get a chance to walk in before I shoved the bag with his newly fixed phone in it.

“I brought one last night. Mind putting it on for me? There’s a part on the side I don’t get how to undo.”

I grabbed the expensive looking case from his hand. “How do you know it comes a loose and it isn’t actually a piece to a custom made phone?”

“The guy at the store said it does.”

I gave him a look, “Really? You’re gonna believe a guy who charged you an arm and a leg for a phone case.”

“So you’re telling me he lied to me?” He panicked.

“Oh no it comes off,” I slid my finger under the hidden latch. “I just could have made you one for half the price you paid for this one, possibly even given you a deal.”

“Why didn’t you?” He exclaimed. “You ever heard of the phrase ‘ask and you shall receive?’ You didn’t ask so you didn’t receive.” I got up from my chair and went into the kitchen.

“Coffee?” I asked.

“Please.” He took a seat at the bar.

“It might be a little weak, I haven’t had any spare change to buy anymore,” I said over my shoulder to him.

“It’s fine. Thank you, and for fixing my phone too.”

“No prob, Bob.” I turned back around to face him, handing him his coffee. He took a sip, satisfied with the taste. “Hobi I may be going out of town this weekend.”

“Oh? Where you going?”

“To visit family.” Was all I said. Hobi is a good friend, but we’re not that close I would disclose personal information to him.

He simply nodded, “I’ll let Ellie know. She’s been wanting some days.” Ellie is Hobi’s cousin. She isn’t technically a worker seeing as we only call her in when one of wants a day off. “How long will you be gone?”

“Only for the weekend, I’ll be back Monday.”

“Okay. Are you going by yourself?”

“Nope, she’s not,” Yoongi yawned coming out the room with messy bed head. “Hey Hobi.” Yoongi waved. “Hey man.”

He tugged on my ear passing behind me to get some coffee. I shooed him off.

“Up before noon? On a day off? It’s snowing in hell.”

Yoongi made a face at me, “Hardy har har, for your information I don’t have the day off smartness. Not the full day at least, I’m going in for a couple of hours then I’m coming home to begin packing.” He sipped his coffee.

“You still working in the freezing cold at that warehouse?”

“Yup, almost every day now.”

Hobi winced. “I hate the cold.”

“Same, but it helps pay the bills.”

“Excuse me.” I held up my hand. We were just gonna skip over what Yoongi said? “Sorry to interrupt, but when did we establish you were going with me?”

“I established it last night when you were sleeping.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, serious mode activated.

Hobi finished up his coffee and grabbed his bag, “I can clearly see this is a private matter so I’ll let myself out. Call me and let me know if you need me to do anything for you while your out of town okay? Thanks again. See you Yoongi, nice hair btw.”

Yoongi flipped him off.

“Don’t be rude.” 

“He was being sarcastic. You know I hate that.” He mumbled.

I rolled my eyes, “Back to the matter at hand. How do you expect to go? We have no money set aside for things like this and if we did it’s long gone.”

“Or is it?”

Yoongi was making eye contact with me with a sneaky glint in his eyes.

“What are you up to?”

“I have the money,” he took a sip of his coffee.

“How? Where’d you get it?” I was baffled.

“Does it matter?”

“Fuck yeah, to me. So start flapping those pouty lips of yours.”

“I’m asking to get paid early and my boss said if I came in for another employee who is sick and do their shift, plus mine he’d see in to.”

I shook my head, “That’s still isn’t enough for a plane ticket. Where are you getting the rest?”

He took another sip of his coffee,”...I’m using my stash money as well. Phones ringing! I’ll get it.” I held my leg up to block his way.

“Let the answering machine get.”

”Now who’s being rude. You should never keep a person waiting, it could be important.”

“Psh! If it were then whoever is calling would call us on our cell phones, not the house phone we got for when bill collectors harass us. It can wait!”

Yoongi and I were going back and forth, although it sounded like a bunch of jumbled words. We couldn’t let the other get a thing out.

The answering machine took over, “Hi we're unable to take your call at the moment, you know what to do.” My voice sounded.

“Hello? Y/N? Are you there? Oh Y/N please pick up. I have urgent news.”

I stopped speaking at the sound of Cordell’s voice. “Cordell?” I said softly.

Yoongi was still talking. “I le-

“Shut up!” I moved him out of my way to get to the phone. “Y/N, please answer.”

“Who’s that?” Yoongi asked, coming to stand beside me.

“Cordell.

“Your butler?”

I side eyed him, “Not my butler. My friend. My first best friend, actually.”

Yoongi looked from me and the phone, “Answer it already.”

“I can’t!” I groaned.

“What-why not?”

“What if he’s mad at me. I’d be mad at me!” I fumbled with my fingers.

“Mad at you for what?”

“For leaving. I didn’t even say goodbye to him properly.” I rubbed my arm.

Yoongi gave me a sympathetic look. He reached down and grabbed the phone. “He won’t be. Not if he’s your real friend.”

I gulped as he took the phone off the receiver and brought it to my ear. “Go on.” He egged on.

“H-Hello?” I cleared my throat. “Hello?”

“Y/N? Is that you?”

My chuckle caused tears to fall down. Tears I didn’t even know were in my eyes until they fell.

“Yeah, it’s me, hi Cordell.”

Cordell exhaled heavily, “Hello my darling. My how mature your voice has gotten. You no longer sound like my little Y/N.” Cordell said.

I smiled, “Yeah well you still sound old.”

This time he laughed,” I sure hope so. I no longer have a single patch of grey hair. My entire head is gray now.”

I sat down on the couch, Yoongi followed suit and sat down with me. He watched as I chatted away with Cordell. A small smile on his lips.

“Don’t blame your grey follicles on old age. We both know why your head is so grey. You were left to fend off the dragon lady by yourself.

“Now Y/N-

“No Cordell. I felt bad about you leaving like that, still, do. I just had to get out of there.”

“Darling, I don’t resent you for anything you did. I’m proud of you.”

“You are?”

“Yes, without a doubt.“

I sighed heavily feeling a 300-pound weight lift off my shoulder. Yoongi grabbed a tissue and wiped my face. My face was dry, Yoongi continued to wipe, giving my nose extra attention.

“Stop it.” I pushed home away, his shoulders bounced as they did whenever he laughed.

“Stop what, darling?”

“Oh, not you Cordell. I’m talking to Yoongi,” I pressed the speaker on the answering machine. “Say hi, Yoongi.”

“Hi, Yoongi.” He spoke, flatly.

Cordell laughed.

I slapped his chest, “You dingus.”

“You said to say hi Yoongi.” He shrugged.

“I’m not even going there with you.”

“It’s very nice to meet you Yoongi, how long have you two been together? It sounds like I’m listening to an old married couple.”

My eyes widened, “Oh no Cordell we’re not together. Yoongi’s my best friend.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” He tsked

Yoongi smiled, “I like him.”

“Cordell seriously, we’re best friends.”

“Whatever you say, love.” He chuckled, “This feels like a dream, I can’t believe I’m talking to you again. Honestly, I thought you would be so mad at me you wouldn’t answer.”

Yoongi’s face had a stupid smug smile plastered on it. With narrowed eyes, I told him to, shut up.

“Cordell I was never mad you. I thought you would have been mad at me

“Never.” There was a faint chiming sound in the back. It was her third husband’s family old grandfather clock. She won it during their divorce, along with half of his net worth. I know those annoying chimes anywhere.

“Fiddle. Feeding time for the dogs. Y/N I have to go, but before I do I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” I scooted back in the couch.

“I overheard your mother speaking with Karen about that arrangement between you and Karen’s son.”

A wave of heat generated in my chest and shot up to my ears. After all these years she’s still trying, oh my god. “Cordell please be serious with me.”

“I am. She says once you land her plan will go into motion. I wouldn’t stir you wrong, I heard what I heard.”

Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi had seen the tears you so secretly wiped away, while coughing into your arm. That was all he needed to see, he was really going now. No way you’re getting him out to stay home.

“Wow....”I sighed heavily.

“Does this mean you're not coming now? I’d understand if you didn’t.” He did a terrible job of hiding his hurt. I didn’t say anything. I don’t know what to say. I would love nothing more than to see my old friend.

“Oh, she’s coming,” Yoongi spoke into the phone. I snatched my head towards him. “

And I’ll be joining her.”

“What are you doing!” I whispered lowly.

“Helping you.” He whispered back.

“Marvelous! Shall I make arrangements for another plane ticket to be sent for you Yoongi?”

“No!” Yoongi and I said together. I’m glad there one thing he and I can agree on.

“Cordell we’ll be talking to you soon. We have much to discuss before for we get there.” Yoongi squeezed my shoulder like Cordell could see it.

“I have no idea what that means but it sounds promising. I’ll talk to you soon, great to hear your voice again Y/N.”

“Same to you old man.” I smiled. Cordell hung up the phone. I wiped the smile clean off and replaced with a glare.

“Why are you causing trouble?”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are. You're about to jump into pool-scratch that a fucking shark tank with everything in your pockets.

Yoongi is saving up to by music equipment for the Genius Lab. He uses some software he downloaded from his computer to make music now.

I can only imagine how his gift will improve with the proper equipment. Any money he had left over from adulting goes to his stash, even his loose change. I can’t let him spend that money.

“Yoongi no.”

“You can’t tell me what to do with my money.”

I balled my hands up into a fist, a nice spot to punch on his chest was staring me in the face.

“Listen for once, I beg of you.”

“No, you listen. So what if I’m about to jump into a shark tank, as you put it, with everything in my pockets, I’m doing it for you.”

I smiled, chuckling a bit, “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I knew I was the reason for you not getting your music equipment.

“Exactly, equipment. Things. Materials. It all means nothing. All I am asking is to let me go with you to be your support, to help you make it through the weekend. Let’s pretend.”

“Pretend to do what?”

He shrugged, “To be together. We sounded like a couple to Cordell, I’m sure we can convince your mother. That way she’d see you're taken and it would force her to back off.”

“Back off, give up, quit, or lose isn’t in my mother’s vocabulary. She sees a challenge? She’s going to use every ounce of her power to make sure she wins. She won’t bat an eye if she steps on a few toes along the way, your toes to be exact.”

“Y/N look who you're talking to. I’ve had my toes stepped on more than enough times to know when to move my feet out of the way. I’m coming and that’s final. So you can continue to stand there and worry for nothing. I’m gonna get ready for work. The sooner I get to work the sooner I can come home. I have a lot of packing to do, babe.” He gave me a big wet slobbery kiss on the cheek and blew on it.

“Ew!” I pushed him off.

[el-dritchknight]

all i want for christmas is you (passing all your fucking exams) [grecinto secret santa gift fic]

Title: all i want for christmas is you (passing all your fucking exams)

Summary: Law student Ilyong Jacinto is facing his toughest challenge yet: finals week at the University of Santo Tomas. Luckily, his boyfriend, Goyo, is there to support him no matter what.

Characters | Ships: Ilyong Jacinto/Goyo del Pilar | Grecinto

Notes: Dates are based off the 2018 UST Academic calendar HAHA. For PCHU Secret Santa twitter user @SilverCai16!! Pasensya na na super clutch itey ^^; regardless, I hope you like it uwu 

Dec 14 - End of Classes

Books, check. Pens, check. Highlighters, notebooks, and emergency coffee: check, check, and triple check.

Ilyong stretches his fingers above his head then rolls his shoulders back. Classes may have ended, but the real battle — the preparation for finals week — begins now.

He picks up Pointers in Criminal Review and turns to the first page .

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas~”

He blinks at the sound, checks to see if he accidentally played music on his phone. Waley. He shrugs. Baka kapit-bahay lang yun.  “There is just one thing I need!”

...Isang maingay na kapitbahay. Ilyong huffs out an annoyed sigh and brings his attention back to the book. ‘Criminal law is a branch or division of public law that’ —

“I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE PRESENTS UNDERNEATH THE CHRISTMAS TREE!”

Puta naman o!

Ilyong tromps out of his room and out of the house before he goes out of his mind.

“Gago, alas tres pa lang ng hapon, bakit may mga nag-cacaroling—!” He stops short at the sight of his boyfriend, Goyo del Pilar, donning a santa hat and a shit-eating grin. For reasons unknown, a guitar is strapped to his shirtless chest.

Ilyong knows he should probably tell Goyo off for disrupting the peace (Ilyong’s peace, if no one else’s), but he can only stop and stare. Damn, those pandesal abs.

“I just want you for my own,” Goyo continues to croon, voice at a reasonable volume now that he isn’t vying for Ilyong’s attention, “more than you could ever know…”  Tearing his gaze away from Goyo’s chest took effort, but the anxious, niggling thought of gago, may finals ka pa! gives Ilyong the mental strength he needs. He walks closer to Goyo, shaking his head bemusedly. “Gagoyo, anong ginagawa mo?”

In response, Goyo puts a finger against Ilyong’s lips.

“Make my wish come trueee!” Ilyong roll his eyes at the exaggerated vowels, but Goyo is undeterred. “All I want for Christmas is… you~!”

He starts to dance a little to the upbeat bells, hips moving from side to side. A smile cracks Ilyong’s facade, a surge of fondness going through his chest amidst all the confusion. Goyo continues to kembot, until the music is sharply cut off by an obnoxiously loud air horn and a man’s voice yelling about subscriptions to Spotify Premium.

Goyo curses. “I hate these ads so much.”  “Mag-premium ka na kasi, may student discount ka naman ah,” Ilyong says through a bout of snickering. He points to the guitar. “Or try mo kaya tugtugin ‘yan next time.”

“Sige, sabi mo ah! Next time, I will play the guitar sa susunod kong harana sa ‘yo.” Goyo’s grin is brighter than a ray of sun, and warmer still, than the heat of sun bearing down on them.

Ilyong’s face seems to burn hotter than said sun. He crosses his arms, looking away. “Basta’t siguraduhin mo na wala nang ads.”

“Oo na! Anyway, Mali-Goyong pasko, babe!” Goyo pushes his guitar behind him and wraps his arms around Ilyong, who most definitely doesn’t squawk as his face comes in contact with Goyo’s pecs.

“M-Maligayang Pasko, mahal,” Ilyong returns, his reply somewhat muffled in Goyo’s bare chest. He talks a moment to breathe, to compose himself, before pulling away slightly to look his boyfriend in the eye. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here? Akala ko nasa Katipunan ka pa.”

Goyo lets him go to pose with a flourish. “I’m here to support you, of course! Alam ko mag-fi-finals na kayo, and need mo ng emotional support at taga-remind ng pagkain, so here I am!”  A snort escapes Ilyong. The edges of his mouth curls in amusement. “Aww, sweet mo naman... Pero di ba finals week niyo ngayon?”

“Kakatapos lang, actually,” Goyo answers with a relieved grin. “Thank god for early scheduling. Though dapat meron akong Philo orals ngayon, e my classmate switched with me kasi gusto niya mag-Bora.” “Swerte naman ng mga Atenista.”  “Swerte nanam ang isang Atenista,” Goyo corrects,” at ako iyon dahil swerte ako sa ‘yo.”  “Corny mo.” Ilyong snorts, but ends up averting his eyes in embarrassment. What did he do to deserve such an adorkable boyfriend? “Pero, uy. Sigurado ka ba talaga? Medyo… single-minded daw ako kapag nag-aaral, especially sa finals.”  Goyo smiles and puts his hands on Ilyong’s shoulders, giving them a comforting squeeze. “Sure na sure ako, mahal! Like I said, I really just want to support you. Plus, I kind of need a break from Katipunan, anyway.”  “Kahit mainit ulo ko sa ‘yo?”  “Kailan ba naman hindi? Aray!” Goyo laughs and rubs the spot on his arm that Ilyong had playfully punched. “Oo, G ako sa kahit ano, basta’t kasama kita.”

Ilyong’s blush strikes back with a vengeance. A shy smile blossoms on his lips. “Well, thank you, mahal. Pero alam mo na hindi mo ‘to kailangan gawin, right?”

“Alam ko,” Goyo answers easily. “Pero gusto ko.”  “Goyo, I —”  “Para naman maharana kita ng maayos next time. Mahirap pag naging cockblock ang acads, noh?” This time, Goyo manages to dodge Ilyong’s incoming punch to his shoulder. “Joke, joke lang! ‘Kaw naman, ‘di mabiro o.”

Ilyong rolls his eyes and grabs Goyo’s bicep. “Gago ka talaga kahit kailan. O siya! Tara na nga sa loob. Magkape ka muna para matauhan ka sa mga kalokohan mo.”

Dec 17 - Study day

Ilyong is sitting on the floor. Flashcards surround him from every angle. He is trapped, and victory can only come at the cost of memorizing all the provisions on these fucking 3x5 index cards.

He flops down on his back, heedless of all the flashcards he’s crushing under the weight of his fatigue.

“Okay ka lang, babe?” Goyo calls from his place on Ilyong’s bed, looking up from his Nintendo Switch.

“Yeah, nagpapahinga lang,” Ilyong responds listlessly, staring up at the ceiling. It’s such a pretty white color, Ilyong notices. He’s never had a chance to ponder about the ceiling before, but now seems to be a good time to fully appreciate how white it is. Parang kulay ng mga ulap o kaya ng mga sinusuot sa lamay… o ng scantron sheet na binibigay tuwing exams.

...Putangina, bukas na ang finals. Ilyong groans. He wishes he can just disappear into the pile of flash cards, but Bathala was not known to be that merciful.

Goyo’s pretty face suddenly looms over him, blocking his view of the fascinating ceiling. “Hi.”  “Hi.”  “You need help getting up?”  “Please.”  Goyo takes ahold of Ilyong’s arm and lifts him up with an ease Ilyong envies. Goyo runs his hand up Ilyong’s arm to his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. “Wanna talk about it?”  “Eh, wala namang isyu. Stressed lang ako. Feeling ko e-explode yung utak ko kapag nagbasa ako ng isa pang flashcard.”  “Same,” Goyo says sympathetically.

Ilyong snorts and lightly swats his arm. “Gago, anong same? Naglalaro ka lang diyan, e.” “I mean, di naman literally, but I get the feeling, you know? Exams were early, yeah, but they were still hell. Traumatised pa nga ako, babe.” “Aww, kawawa ka naman.”

“Yeah, gumagaling lang ako sa kiss mo, eh.” Ilyong hates how easily he turns red at Goyo’s words. “Landi mo, gago.”

“‘Kaw kasi, ang cute mo kapag nagblublush ka.”  “Stooop,” Ilyong says, covering his face with his hands. He cannot take much more of this.

“Okay, pero seryoso, Ilyong.” Goyo gives him a second before gently taking Ilyong’s hands into his own. He stares into Ilyong’s eyes with a serious gentleness that Ilyong only ever sees directed at him. “Just breathe and rest your head for a bit. You’ve been studying non-stop since you woke up three hours ago.”

“Kailangan ko pa i-memorise yung mga provision —”  “Makakahintay yung provision na yan. Kailangan mo mag-rest. You’ve been studying for the past three days also. You deserve a break.”  “I don’t—”  “Sige ka, you’ll get sick if you don’t rest. Si Enteng, yun yung ginawa - he worked and studied so hard that he got sick on the first day of exams.”  A horrified gasp escapes Ilyong’s throat. “What happened?”  “Wala, nag make-up exams si gago… and the make-ups are harder than the original tests.”

“Oof.”  “Oof is right, babe. So, ano? Are you convinced? Matutulog ka na ba?”  Ilyong rolls his eyes but nods in grudging defeat. “Opo, matutulog na po ako.”

Goyo is lucky that Ilyong doesn’t have the energy to wipe that smug smile off his face. “Yehey! Kasi ang bait mo, I’ll make timpla coffee when you wake up.”  Placated by the promise of caffeine, Ilyong settles down on his bed while Goyo sits next to him, presumably back to playing on his Switch. A few peaceful seconds pass.

“…Uy, Goyo?”  “Mm?”  “Salamat.”  “No problem, babe. Anything for my favorite future lawyer.”

Despite the massive headache threatening to split his head open, Ilyong smiles. He feels like he could take on the entire world.

 Dec 18 - Armageddon Final Exams begin

Ilyong feels like he could tear the entire world apart. He glares daggers at the google document that is supposed to contain their interpretation of certain provisions for a final paper. Instead, all Ilyong sees are lines and lines of Sergio Osmeña and Manuel L. Quezon… flirting.

Nonong, we should really get to examining the sample case facts.

how about you examine my ‘witness’ instead ;)

NONONG, PLEASE.

the ‘witness’ is my dick btw

YUUUCK! Ilyong physically recoils from his laptop. Lord, bakit ako pinagpala ng ganitong groupmates?!

:(

Semi-colon open parenthesis is right. Osmeña and Quezon may be brilliant students, the top two of the class to boot, but Ilyong had had it with them. Flirting openly with one’s boyfriend is alright, great even! Ilyong admires the brazenness in this very Catholic, very traditionalist university.

Pero puta naman o, google docs is not the time and place for this kind of landian! Hoy, Ilyong types below the sad face, fingers shaking with the attempt to stay calm. Pwede bang mamaya na iyan? Tapusin muna natin ang trabaho natin, please.

It’s a testament to Ilyong’s self-control that he hadn’t sworn at them - okay, well, that he deleted the curse words that peppered his comment. God, he misses being groupmates with Feli and Remi. While the two of them were constantly sweet and flirty, they didn’t let it interfere with their work.

Sorry about that, Jacinto.

yeah, sorry :( we’ll be good

You better.

Ilyong heaves out a sigh. He had finished his parts for the paper, but more than half had yet to be written. Combined with the other papers he still had to write and the other exams he had to study for, Ilyong wanted to rip something apart. Annoying group mates, while certainly rippable, were not helping.

“Babe, you okay?”  Annoying boyfriend, while sweet and adorable, is also of no help at the moment.

“No,” Ilyong flatly says after a beat.

“Is there anything I can do? Anything I can get you?”  “I’m fine, I —” He takes a deep breath. Aggravated as Ilyong is, the gesture is still appreciated. “I think I just need to be alone right now.”  Goyo nods, understanding. It had taken a while for him to know when Ilyong needed him close and when Ilyong needed a moment to himself. While it still isn’t an easy feat, as they both still needed to work on mindfulness and communication, it’s a task that they’re determined to work through together.

“A’ight, I’ll head out and visit some friends muna, but promise me you’ll take care, okay? Gamitin mo yung poporo timer.”  Ilyong raises an eyebrow. “...You mean pomodoro timer?”  “Same thing,” Goyo calls out as he gathers up his things and walks out of the room. “Sige, love you, babe! I’ll be back later.”

Ilyong merely hums, his attention already back to his laptop.

Hours later, it is in the midst of writing papers and cramming tomes worth of information in his head that Ilyong realises that Goyo has returned. The boy is slumped over, asleep in the chair beside him. Not only that, but Goyo had apparently brought food; the take-out tocilog sits next to Goyo's elbow, cold and untouched.

A soft smile steals across Ilyong’s lips. He reaches out and places a blanket over Goyo’s shoulders.

Dec 21 - Final exams end

The sound of a door sharply being slammed open heralds llyong’s return. Goyo rushes towards him but stops short at the sight of Ilyong’s downcast gaze, and the way he drops his bag on the floor of his room.

Goyo slowly approaches him with all the caution of a man facing an animal in the wild. “Ilyong, mahal…?”

“Goyo…” Ilyong looks up, revealing the horrendously dark circles under his eyes and tired smile on his lips. “Goyo, tapos na. Tapos na exams! TAPOS NA EXAMS!”

Before he’s even finished speaking, Goyo takes Ilyong in his arms. He lifts him up effortlessly and twirls his love in a gleeful circle. “Babe, that’s great! Ang galing mo talaga! Celebrate ta — mmph!”

The sudden warmth of Ilyong’s mouth against his catches him by surprise. Goyo’s quick to react, however, already cupping the back of Ilyong’s head with one hand as he deepens the kiss. It’s sloppy compared to their usual momols, but Goyo doesn’t care. He can feel the relief and joy radiating off Ilyong with each press of their smiling lips. It’s a kiss that communicates Ilyong’s gratitude and his love—a kiss to which Goyo eagerly responds, conveying his own love and willingness to do anything for the other boy.

“Saan mo gusto mag-cecelebrate mamaya? Libre ko,” Ilyong says breathlessly after pulling away.

Goyo laughs, touched. “‘Di mo yan kailangan gawin, babe.”

“Gusto ko.” Ilyong’s grin is radiant, near blinding.  Matching his boyfriend’s smile, Goyo leans in once again. He’ll think of where he wants to eat later. Right now, all he wants is to do is reward his cute, smart, hard-working boyfriend.

[beachcityfamily]

About the Muses

The Koizumi family is just a regular human family living in the small town of Beach City, Delmarva, and being in Beach City means that they have daily dealings of some sort with Gems. NOTE: this blog is up to date with SU episodes. ((More under the cut, because it’s loooong))

Rokuro

Gender: Male Age: 47 Occupation: Businessman, specifically the owner and manager of a little Asian grocery store in Beach City Voice claim: James Earl Jones

Appearance: Short and muscular, standing in at 5'2", with a real bushy beard on his face, and stone grey eyes that are soft and caring. His black hair is starting to grey a little here and there. Often sports a suit when on the job, but he has been seen a few times in cargo shorts, flip-flops, and a flower shirt during the summer

The head of the family, he is levelheaded and patient, a good father to his three kids. He hails from Sapporo, Japan, and happily moved in to Beach City shortly after he got married. He’s the middle child of 10 siblings, and admittedly his mother’s favorite child. Like most in the family, he isn’t fond of a certain Fryman trying to ask them how they feel about the Crystal Gems, and would easily call on his son Tarou to chuck Ronaldo out of the house. “Sure, you can eat their food, I’d love to support the business, but the second that Fryman boy comes around, RUN,” is something he often says. He proudly dons the nickname of Rocky, a rather affectionate nickname given by his wife. As for the Crystal Gems? “Well… hmm… they do keep us safe, that much is known, but it can be rather dangerous sometimes. Last time something major happened, half the town was destroyed…”

Ayame

Gender: Female Age: 43 Birthday: May 24 Occupation: Accountant Voice claim: Kate Higgins (Pauline from Super Mario Odyssey)

Appearance: Tall and slim, a statuesque 6'0", she is said to be fox-faced, having a narrow face with high cheekbones and eyes close together, making her rather pretty when taking traditional Japanese beauty standards into account. Her eyes are bright and blue and she has long black hair that goes halfway down her back, and she’s usually decked out in formal wear when she’s conducting business.

Rokuro’s wife, a big city woman from Tokyo. She’s got a pretty face, but she’s also got smarts when it comes to finances. She’s more than happy being Rokuro’s business partner, sorting out the finances and giving him advice. She's extremely motherly and doting, babying her three kids despite their pleas that they’re grown up now. “Grown up? Hah! You’ll always be my babies, even when you get married and have your own kids.” She’s a cat person and very much loves to show off her family of Oriental Longhairs, her… lanky… long… alien goblins that once ate the salmon that was to be dinner for the family. How she feels about the CGs? “It can be scary when others like them arrive, but I know they’ll protect us as best they can. It can be difficult for them, there’s only 8 of them, after all.”

NOTE: As of July 6, 2019, her twins popped! A boy named Tadashi, and a girl named Sakura. OwO Sakura’s the older of the two, and she’s bigger than little bro Tadashi, and they’re both happy and healthy and enjoying being surrounded by kitties. UwU

Tarou

Gender: Male Age: 23 Birthday: November 12 Occupation: Uhh… student, I guess? Just gonna assume there’s a little college half an hour away or so. He also does odd jobs here to help out the townspeople, too. Voice claim: Travis Willingham (Knuckles from Sonic Boom)

Appearance: BOY, this big boy is ripped and beefy as all hell, but he’s still short at 5'2", and he has black hair and black eyes. Normally, Tarou is decked out in black cargo shorts, brown working boots, and a blue polo shirt in the summer and swaps out the cargo shorts for jeans in the winter… I actually do have sort of a face claim for him. For consistency, I won’t post his FC here, but I can provide if you ask~ :^)

He’s a big flirt, and he often pays for that as a result. Single and ready to mingle for a coffee date, but honestly, he prefers to settle down someday with a woman he cares about. He’s very protective of his two younger sisters, and he’s more than happy to toss out Ronaldo like a sack of potatoes, he tends to find the Fryman boy super annoying. His thoughts on the CGs? “They’ll kick your ass if you mess with them the wrong way… but that doesn’t happen too often, so I think you’ll be okay. Trust me, I tried wooing one of them, she just stared me down and closed the door. Still, they look pretty chill, I’d like to hang out with one of them someday, maybe with the purple one.”

Chihiro

Gender: Female Age: 16 Birthday: April 14 Occupation: High school student Voice claim: Tara Strong (Twilight Sparkle)

Appearance: Long, black hair that goes down to her hips, with an emo fringe covering the right half of her face, with dark blue eyes. She’s usually in a school uniform during the school year, because she’s a privileged rich girl who goes to a private school not far from Beach City. :p Anyways, she rocks denim shorts and a tank top during the summer months. She’s 5'1" and pretty petite all around.

With her little sister, Chihiro is rather outgoing and always doing something in Beach City when the weather’s good. She’s good friends with the Cool Kids and wishes she could be cool like them someday. She’s usually covered in cat hairs, and she’s pretty athletic, being the star player on the basketball and tennis teams at her school. She admires the Crystal Gems, not like the slight apprehension her parents feel. “I wanna be like Garnet someday! Or maybe Pearl! Is there a military school around? Because I’d like to join someday so I can keep other people safe when I’m older.” Little does she know is that she’ll be a big ol’ lesbian in a few years.

Jun

Gender: Female Age: 11 Birthday: June 28 Occupation: Grade school student (maybe she knows Onion, hehe~) Voice claim: Claire Corlett (Sweetie Belle)

Appearance: Already as tall as Chihiro, with plenty of years left to grow. She’s lanky and sports a school uniform in the fall and a summery pale yellow dress and flip-flops in warmer weather. She’s got bangs and her black hair goes down to her shoulders.

No longer the baby of the family, Jun’s sometimes Jun-bug by her parents due to her birth month, and her older siblings call her Juni. as a nickname She’s a hypertastic youngin, always curious and checking things out with Chihiro. She’s a real math whiz, but she prefers to be playing with the cats at home. She can usually be seen trying to give Sour Cream a high five, but not quite at that height yet, and she’s admittedly a bit wary of the Crystal Gems. “They’ve been here longer than we’ve been alive… It’s kinda scary, isn’t it? They’ve seen things we haven’t seen, they know things we don’t know… I dunno, it’s all a bit freaky to me...”

[straymackerel]

hello?

Omg... I’m actually nervous to submit you an ask but here it goes...

I’ve never talked to you before, but I’d like to say I’ve admired your blog for so long now and you were the one who got me into bsd because your writing is just *chef’s kiss* 👌 perfection

Also, I scrolled through your page and ehehe is it Odasaku simp hours now?

😳 count me in I love him so much every time I see his face I just squeal like a little school girl

(🥂before I forget, fellow East Asians unite my friend)

ahhh hello my dear !!! thank u for stopping by and pls don’t be nervous, fish can’t bite 💌

and uhhm i’m blushing ahaha that means the world to me ??? so glad to have u in the bsd fandom! yes oda simping hours are a recent development and it is v adorable i love to see it 🖤

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, January 23rd

BUFFY: No... more... full... copper... re-pipe!

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Submit a link to be included in the newsletter!

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Grab me by my ankles, I've been flying for too long (Spike, not rated) by Hannah

Your Truth is What You Wish For (Xander/Leon, Devil May Cry/Resident Evil crossover, T) by madimpossibledreamer

Ein Zimmer Mit Bad (Faith, Giles, T) by stereokem

A Custom Job (Ats/Fast & Furious crossover, G) by Silvi Henna (Noctemus)

No rest for the lying weasel (Andrew, Buffy, Spike, Angel, T) [warning: not for fans of Andrew Wells] by Bl4ckHunter

Lonely (Willow/Dawn, E) by GemaArieRing

Always and Forever (Buffy/female reader, not rated) by prose-for-hire

No sleep for the wicked (Buffy, Dawn, Willow, Tara, reader, not rated) by prose-for-hire

Imagine Willow helping you study for a test (Willow, reader, not rated) by locke-writes

Build Me a House (That’s Far From Home) excerpt (Giles, Faith, not rated) by stereokem

Being in a Poly Relationship With The Fanged Four (Fanged four/reader, not rated) by council-of-readers

[Chaptered Fiction]

Honeysuckle, Chapter 54 (Spike/OC, T) by poisond_flower

Healing Magic to Repair Collective Harm (For a Coven Based Practice), Chapter 1 (Willow/Tara, M) by wellthen

Dare, Chapter 17 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by Sigyn

The Future is Ours, Chapter 17 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by DarkEternity96

What Goes Around, Chapter 23 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by celtic_goddess

Mortal Allies Series, Episode 3: Postcards From the Edge, Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Passion4Spike

Spike's Diary, Chapter 8 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Nik84

The Demon, The Witch and The Warlock, Chapter 23 and Chapter 24 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by AlloSpoike

The Ninth Bomb, Chapter 41 (Ensemble, NCIS crossover, FR13) by Cordyfan

The Burbank Wedding, Chapter 23 (Caridad the Slayer, Chuck crossover, FR18) by Starfox

Horde Prime: The Reboot: And Lo the Dark One Cometh! Part Seven (Xander, Dawn, Thundercats and He-Man crossover, FR18) by Sithicus

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: Buffy ladies (worksafe) by prettydoddleoddle

Artwork: Why are there kids in the library (Giles, worksafe) by tothetoonandback

Artwork: Buffy Summers (worksafe) by whatshisfaceblogs

Video: BTVS || Willow x Oz - Don't Talk to Me - Vent (18+) (age-restricted, but doesn't show anything that wasn't in the show) by AnimationFreak91

Video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Your Crowning Glory (multiple female Buffy characters) by Cordelia Jewel

Video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel Fanvid: Some Girls (multiple female Buffy characters) by Emcee1138

Video: Buffy & Spike | War of Hearts [#9] by

Video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Fanvid: High School Confidential (Spuffy) by Emcee1138

Video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer being completely weird and chaotic for 1 minute by C o r d i l i a Uwu

Video: Scene Breakdown - Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Giles’ Presentation by The Scenes That Made Me

Video: Buffy- All Powers from Buffy The Vampire Slayer S1 by All Powers Explained

[Reviews & Recaps]

Review: Boom!Angel number 16 by harsens-rob

Thoughts from my Buffy rewatch 3x17, 3x18, 3x19 and 3x20 by yesitsterriblysimple

Discussion of 5.06 "Family" - Aired 11/07/00 (WB-US) continued by whatdBuffyDo

"Conversations with Dead People" is a great episode by DizzyDentist7033

Slayer Talk - S01E07 - Angel | A Buffy the Vampire Slayer Fan Show by Hellbound Horror Festival

[Recs]

"Whether there will be more winters" by Quinara (Buffy/Spike, T) recced by Priceless at BuffyBoards

[Fandom Discussions]

Buffy characters that give me gender envy by kidrat

Dawn's relationship with Faith by prettydoddleoddle

Another Fuffy thought by space-sheep08

You know that spell Willow did, that spell at the end of BTVS? by twihardwithavengeance

I just found a draft of a Buffy AU, and I’m tempted to go back and finish it by merelyspecters

Character Best Moments by thrasherpix

Your Ideal Partner in Buffy? by goaskmalice

Darla's date of birth? by ILLYRIAN

Anya was the worst character continued by ILLYRIAN and others

Which pre-Season 8 comics do you consider canon when considering the Buffyverse? continued by vampmogs and others

Why does Spike call Wes "Percy"? by ladyjanee

Question about "You're Welcome" (spoilers) by Brandon-the-Broken

Who did you side with in season 2? Angel or Cordelia, Gunn and Wes? by jdpm1991

Cracks me up that this exact scene was my queer awakening [Willow and Tara kissing] by soaponsoaponsoap

Season 2 Finale [BtVS] by Muscatmightlights

A question about the aftermath of season 5 and 3 [BtVS] by mumblyjoee

Was Daryl (Some Assembly Required) one of Buffy's toughest adversaries? by KatherineAstrophe

If you could change one thing in the Buffy series what would it be? by anagros

Watcher and Slayer system by GingerGod69

Justice for Xander by D_Wigz

When they can't figure out your aesthetic: "Technopagan is the term" by radiant_tab

Buffy joke from Mock the Week by DarthRegoria

"Horns and a tail" & "How've you been?" in Buffy first, then Angel by Use_Her-Name

Fashion on BtVS by indigenous_bean

Was this a retcon? In "School Hard", Spike called Angel his sire by jdpm1991

Warren is a remarkable character by biscuitscoconut

Once more with feeling! by Bharraway

Should I watch Season 7? by Spuffyisendgame

More reliable when their friend is in need of comfort? Cordelia with Angel or Willow with Buffy by jdpm1991

[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]

Publication: 10 Ways Buffy The Vampire Slayer Was Almost Totally Different by whatculture.com

[straymackerel]

not a request/suggestion but i just wanted to say that I love your work!! i love the way you characterize Dazai and acknowledge how bad he can be, he’s a nasty bastard man (but we love him anyway!!) idk what else to say... i just really love how you write!!

ahhhhg thank you lovely 😚💛 i try teehee... i want to acknowledge those flaws in my writing more, but it gets dark fast in my mind. i’ll get around to it eventually~

[straymackerel]

Bro i just read tour with/without piece on dazai, you got mad skills

ohh?? well this is a pleasant surprise! i wrote that back in january so i’m kinda scared to look at it now 😆