#this happens to me all the time on tiktok

[enwoso]

what could go wrong? | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

-> based on this request!

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the day had started with good intentions. leah had basically dragged alessia and ella into the uber, grinning ear to ear as leah handed them their gift bags filled with two of the fluffiest white robes and a voucher for the best spa in central london.

"hot stone massages, champagne, hydrotherapy. you never treat yourself less," leah said, ushering them towards the curb.

alessia looked back at the house, worried. "i don't know, babe. lovie.. well you know she's been a bit... cheeky and a handful lately."

"cheeky?" leah snorted. "she's five less, she's building personality. i've handled katie mccabe after a red card. i'm sure i can handle one lovely kid."

alessia gave leah a look, a one where she wasn't fully convinced leah knew exactly what she was signing herself up for.

"i'm just saying le—she did convince your mum she could have a pet snake last week. a real one."

"hey where is the belief? i've got this," leah said, famous last words was they. smug and completely unaware of what lay ahead. "you, ella, spa day! me and y/n? we're bonding."

alessia climbed into the uber slowly. "alright. but if she destroys the house, just remember... you begged me to go."

⸻

the belief leah so confidently had this morning, yeah? well that was slowly but surely disappearing as the day went on.

leah stood in the doorway of the kitchen, one hand gripping a mug of coffee that had long since gone cold. the other was limp at her side, fingers twitching slightly as she processed the absolute devastation in front of her.

the living room— a once a calming, adult space with neutral tones and framed prints with a tidy corner dedicated to your toys—now looked like the aftermath of a toddler-led rave.

there was marker on the wall. not washable. on the wallpaper alessia had picked out after three hours in wallpaper isle of the home store.

toothpaste was foamed into your curls like a failed tiktok hair tutorial. and the glitter? there was glitter in leah's tea, glitter on the furniture, and leah could swear some had somehow ended up on the light fitings.

"how—" leah mumbled, eyes wide as she took a cautious step into the war zone, "—how did this all happen in thirty minutes?"

across the room, perched like a diva on the sofa, you sat wearing a tiara slightly askew and oversized sunglasses that probably belonged to alessia. you were calmly feeding gummy bears to the dog—waffles—while whispering conspiratorially into his floppy ear.

"don't tell her, waffles. it's a secret mission." waffles wagged his tail, clearly thrilled by the attention and sugar.

leah was still in joggers and her old arsenal hoodie, as she pulled out her phone and typed like her life depended on it.

le: 'this is a code red'

le: 'there's glitter in my tea'

le: ‘and she has drew a moustache on my framed england shirt’

le: ‘less... she used PERMANENT marker’

three blinking dots appeared, alessia had read it but then disappeared. then came the a reply alessia had clearly been waiting to use:

less<3: ‘sorry i'm currently unavailable during this time. enjoying my well deserved spa day 💅💖’

leah stared at the screen, blinking once. then again. "cruel," leah muttered. "so cruel."

⸻

a few hours had passed and while leah had managed half a mug of tea without glitter it was clear your chaos was far from being over. as leah was now crouched in front of you like she was giving a post-match pep talk.

"angel," leah tried, crouching in front of you, hands on her knees like leah was addressing a rogue teammate mid-match. "how about we do something... quiet. reading? a puzzle? or we can talk about our feelings?"

"i feel like you're boring," you deadpanned, pushing up her tiny sunglasses before turning back to your game with your dolls.

leah blinked. she didn't know whether to laugh or cry as leah rubbed her temples, stepped over a discarded barbie torso, and typed out a desperate message:

le: ‘i kid you not she's just called me boring’

le: ‘my ego is bruised. my shirt is ruined. the dog may be traumatized.’

le: ‘i want a refund on the spa voucher. or motherhood. whichever is easier.’

no reply.

you zoomed past on a makeshift ‘skateboard’ made out of a laundry basket, yelling "I AM QUEEN OF THE FLOOR" and bumping into the dining table leg with a dull thunk.

waffles barked. a glass trembled on the counter. "why is she always right.." leah whispered, alessia’s words of worry echoing in leads mind.

now it was raining. of course it was. because why not add a bit of pathetic fallacy to leah's slow descent into madness?

you were now sulking in the corner, wrapped in a blanket like a tiny, grumpy burrito. the latest tragedy? you had attempted to give your barbie a haircut and now the doll looked, in your words, ‘like a very sad potato with no dreams.’

leah didn't even have the energy to argue. instead she picked up the half-eaten slice of toast from the table, gave it a sniff, and tossed it directly into the bin without even breaking eye contact with the five-year-old.

leah typed again.

le: ‘i've lost control of the household. she's running a glitter cartel and i think i'm on her hit list’

still no answer.

the tv was playing bluey in the background. the smell of baby shampoo and peanut butter lingered in the air. leah’s phone buzzed.

less<3: ‘having the best time. my skin is glowing. love you girls, hope your having fun!😘’

another message followed from ella:

tooney: ‘tbh we both said you were doomed. but thanks for the spa, never felt so fresh xx’

leah groaned into her sleeve, 'having fun' was one way to sum up leah's day.  as then from the living room, a tiny voice shouted, "mama! i poured juice on the floor so the waffles can ice skate!"

leah stood up slowly. "of course you have," she muttered. but then, as leah walked into the mess, you ran up to leah, arms wide open, juice on your shirt and glitter in your hair.

"i love you, mama," you said, entirely unprompted.

leah melted, on the spot practically as she rubbed your back, "...i take it back. maybe you're only slightly half satan."

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when alessia finally walked in through the door, fresh-faced and glowing, leah was lying flat on her back on the couch, as leah stared at the ceiling like she was seeing into another dimension.

the only sound was the gentle hum of bluey in the background.

alessia peeked into the living room. you were curled up on leah's chest, fast asleep, your little fingers tangled in the strings of leah's hoodie.

waffles was beside them, also asleep, with a tiara lopsided on his head. leah raised one hand in the air as alessia approached a tried and dopey looking smile on leah's face.

"i have glitter in places no glitter should be," leah said, voice hoarse. "she called me a boring noodle. and if your wondering why the kitchen floor is sticky she built a juice rink for waffles."

alessia bit back a laugh, crouched beside leah, and kissed leah's temple. "you've done great, babe."

"no. i want vengeance. you can take her next time. i'm keeping the spa trip for myself next time."

"noted," alessia smiled as she lifted a blanket to lay over you kissing you on the forehead. "but hey... what could go wrong?"

leah groaned. "never say that again."

[stargirlygirl]

How would lads react to that one trend, the hairtie one.

When mc drops her hairtie in front of them innocently but picks it up in a not-so innocent way, misleading them.

NSFW if you cam

(Also I just LOVE your writings. Keep it up and take care of yourself)

star girl's initial words: nonnie i don't know this trend so i'm glad you described it. i looked it up on tiktok but all i got was demure vids about bf's never taking off the hair tie their gf gave them lol. i don't think the lads guys would lose control over something like this, so they're sweet pies here (except for sylus, ofc). thank you for requesting!! i hope you like what i've done here. i appreciate your support<3

you dropped your hair tie trend (they're gentlemen)

⭑.ᐟ caleb

you've been seeing this trend all over tiktok lately. another one of those picking something up suggestively couple trends.

it was only a few videos at first, eliciting an 'aw' from you and a like, maybe even a peruse through the comment section before scrolling. but then the algorithm happened, and suddenly, these videos were the only videos on your fyp.

and today, you thought you might test out the trend on your boyfriend. it's a quiet night after a long day at work. you're in your comfy pjs: a tank top and shorts.

caleb's sitting on the couch, manspreading as per usual, and scrolling through his phone. his white muscle tee clings to every contour on his torso, and those grey sweatpants don't leave enough to the imagination.

innocently, you drop your hair clip near his sock-n-slide-clad feet.

"oops!" you exclaim, turning around so your bf has the perfect view of your ass and bending over with near-straight legs.

glancing up from his phone, all caleb sees are those juicy buns poking out of your shorts until you stand back up. you plop down next to him and twist your hair up. you two eye each other as you secure the clip in place.

he grins lazily, "you right? looked like you were about to bend and snap."

pulling out your front pieces, you scowl, "i did not!" locking his phone, he sets it down on the coffee table before shifting to face you. there's a mischievous look in his sleep-deprived eyes.

"you suuuuurrrree did to me," he teases.

"did not!" you frown, your face heating up under his intense gaze. caleb grabs your wrist and places your hand on his cheek.

leaning into your touch, he asks cheekily, "are you ovulating?"

"caleb!"

"i'm kidding," he chuckles. "you ovulate next week, honey, i know."

"caleb!!" you squeal. turning his head, your bf kisses your palm tenderly.

he mumbles into it, "you bent over right in front of me. what's up, pips?" yep. it's official. your face is red right now. and, your heart is racing a hundred miles an hour.

"nothing," you pout, glancing away as caleb pecks your fingers.

"well, if you want something, honey, all you gotta do is ask. you know that, right?" he smirks.

"mhmm," you hum, still avoiding his gaze.

it's quiet between you momentarily before caleb tugs you into his lap and tickles the truth out of you.

⭑.ᐟ zayne

a rare day off for the cardiac surgeon, he's not safe from your shenanigans. you've spent the day basking in one another, until zayne got an emergency call from work.

right now, he's sitting on the couch, a crease in his brow as his colleague rambles in his ear. you know you shouldn't disrupt his important phone call, but his important phone call is disrupting your precious time together! and besides, zayne clearly isn't impressed by whatever his fellow doctor is yapping about.

you drop your scrunchie, your favourite scrunchie that your boyfriend knows you cannot function without, a short distance away. bending down seductively to pick it up, you can feel zayne's hazels on you.

they trace over your curves and somewhere rather intimate. he gazes away, pink rising to his cheeks.

clearing his throat, the surgeon says clinically, "and you're certain this can't wait until tomorrow?" you retreat back into the kitchen with a smirk and finish up on the caramel slice you two were baking before zayne got held up.

a few minutes later, he strolls in and wraps his muscular arms around your midsection. you giggle as he kisses from your temple down to your chin. glancing back, you smile as his lips press against yours.

"sorry, love," he murmurs, pulling back and rubbing your hips up and down.

"mhmm, it's okay," you reassure him, cutting the (hopefully) delicious slab into chunks for you two.

"d'you wanna try a piece?" you ask sweetly, holding one bite up to his mouth. zayne takes it in one go, his lips ghosting the pads of your fingers as he sighs in pleasure.

grasping your wrist, he gently sucks on your fingertips.

"it's nice. you should have some, too," he says tenderly. grabbing hold of another small piece, he feeds the slice to you like you did to him. you smile as you bite into the sweetness.

"you're right, it is good," you chirp. zayne squeezes you tight before letting go and preparing some tea for your afternoon snack.

⭑.ᐟ sylus

the crime overlord is sitting on the couch, reading a book and drinking wine as he always is at this time of night. you slip into his room, a cheeky grin on your face as you 'accidentally' drop your hair tie right at his feet.

you feign innocence with, "oh no!"

leaning down, sylus gazes up from his reading. he notes your particularly thin night gown, and how it rides up to reveal your underwear.

"how promiscuous, kitten," he drawls. "do you do this every time you drop something?"

straightening up, you pout, "no." he chuckles luxuriously.

feeling bold, you take the book and wine glass from his hands and place them on the nearby low table. rounding, you climb onto his lap, your knees resting on either side of him.

wrapping your arms around his neck, you coo, "don't you think i'm sexy?" his large hands fall on your waist, and he squeezes the fat there reverently.

sylus smirks, "kittens are cute, but i'll make an exception for you, dear." leaning closer, your nose brushes against his.

your boyfriend teases, "in such a loving mood, aren't you, sweetie?"

"mhmm," you hum, closing the gap between you inch by inch until your lips meet. the kiss is slow and experimental. sylus allows you to set the pace, to show him what you want. but you mistake his willingness to be guided for a lack of interest.

drawing back, you murmur, "don't you want me?"

"what do you think, kitten?" he grins cockily. you sigh, starting to get off him when his grip around your waist tightens. pulling you into his body, sylus demonstrates just how much he wants you.

⭑.ᐟ xavier

xav's just woken up from a nap on the couch when you decide to strike. he yawns a little as you step in front of him, pulling your ponytail out and dropping your bunny scrunchie on the carpet.

"oh, my scrunchie!" you exclaim, bending down to grab it. but your plans of rizzing up your boyfriend are foiled when he retrieves the hair tie before you can. he holds it up to you like a kindergartner does their crayon drawing.

"here," he yawns.

"xav!" you groan, taking it from him.

"what?" he murmurs while rubbing the sleep from his sapphire eyes.

you pout, "you were supposed to watch me pick it up, not pick it up for me." confusion settles over his angelic features.

"what?" he repeats. groaning, you roll your eyes and drop down next to him.

you explain moodily, "it's a trend, babe. you're supposed to look at my ass as i bend over to grab my hair tie."

gazing at you, your boyfriend asks seriously, "so instead of helping my girlfriend, i'm supposed to objectify her for online gratification?" your heart stutters.

outstretching your hands, you wave them frantically as you backtrack, "no! no, babe, that's not what i'm saying. what i'm saying is, um, what i'm saying is that you should only objectify me on this one occasion." xavier shakes his head, a slender hand grabbing his chin and he thinks over your words.

your tired prince clarifies, "but how do i differentiate between the occasions you'd like for me to objectify you on, and the occasions you'd like for me to do otherwise?"

"xav!" you whine. cupping his cheeks in your hands, he stares at you with wide eyes.

you sigh, "don't worry about it, baby. just keep doing what you're doing."

xavier murmurs, "but if you'd like for me to objec—" you shut him up with a tender kiss. problem solved.

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star's final words: you might be thinking, omg star girl where is raf? and i have an announcement to make. ahem. i don't like writing for raf. omg pls have mercy. raf is my absolute fav (even though i'm always writing for zayne n caleb). i don't like writing for him because his character is so complex and i find it really difficult to understand him, and therefore, predict his reactions. it's something i'm working on, so until then, generally i'm gonna avoid writing for him unless something really inspires me and i think i could do him justice.

i could make a whole post (and i'm tempted to) about we he's such a unique character and why, i think, he's the hardest lads character to write for. (rude) anon asked here (abbreviated version).

[jordiemeow]

bob version of current boyfriend…? blue blushing emoji

this literally felt mean to write bless him

The trend is predictable, kind of dumb, but you laugh every time. And normally, you wouldn’t bother. But today Bob’s being too smugly serene (he made a comment about the way you sighed when you sat down after bringing him tea), and you haven’t caught him off-guard in weeks. So really, you consider this justice.... or maybe just being evil. You just really want to see him pout in that cute way he always does. Like you’ve just suggested maybe the Earth isn’t round and you’re open to discussion.

He's currently wearing one of your hoodies (because apparently the man who could probably lift a skyscraper doesn’t own real loungewear), sitting cross-legged on the floor of the living room while he fiddles absentmindedly with an old Rubik’s cube. There’s a half-empty mug of tea on the coffee table, a dog-eared book beside it, and The Office reruns playing perpetually at a low volume in the background.

He doesn’t notice you filming at first. He’s in a good mood. Calm. Safe. Which doesn’t always happen, so you like to make the most of these moments while you can. If you hadn’t already hit record, maybe you would have savoured it instead of terrorising him.

"Okay, so," you start, shifting to make sure you're both in frame. "I'm gonna try out this filter. Oh, and this is Bob in the background, my current boyfriend."

Maybe the glance you spare him is a bit too obvious, but he’s too caught up on the use of the word current to pick up on you eyeing him for a reaction.

The cube stills in his head, and he tilts his head.

"… Current?" He repeats, voice low and suspicious in that slow, careful tone you recognise as him trying to figure out whether you’re joking, or if his world is actually falling apart again. His eyes flick to the lens, then back to you.

You can see the exact moment he spirals. Superhuman hearing, cosmic senses, unstable mental health—you watch it all flicker behind his eyes like a slideshow of possibilities. The shift feels almost physical.

"What do you mean current?" He asks, a little more alert now. Not angry, just… uncertain.

Oops. Now you feel bad. You pause the video, setting your phone down on the sofa. "I mean it’s a trend," you say gently. "I call you current and you act like I just asked for a divorce. It’s just a joke. People do it to mess with their partners. That’s all."

His response feels a little delayed. He stares down at the half-solved Rubik’s cube in his hands (he always favours completing the red and yellow parts first), turning it over a few times in his hands. Hands that could destroy the planet currently trembling because his partner decided to try out a TikTok trend. Ironic.

You can see the thoughts racing behind his distant eyes. When you date someone with godlike powers and a mind fractured down the middle, even a joke can take on a weight you didn’t intend.

And you definitely didn’t intend for this. Hindsight is a bitch, you suppose.

"Sorry," Bob says quietly. "That word just threw me off. I guess I heard it and thought you meant, like, I wasn’t permanent. Or…" His voice cracks. "Like something was going to take me away." He forces out a laugh. "Wow, that's dramatic."

He tries to flash you a sheepish smile.

Your heart sinks. You slide down to sit beside him, thigh pressed to his. "Hey. Look at me."

He does.

"You’re not my current boyfriend. You’re my only boyfriend. The one I’ve planned a thousand lifetimes with. It was just a dumb trend. I shouldn’t have used that word, I’m sorry."

Current. It’s a sore topic for someone whose life—and everyone around him—could change at any moment. Maybe you should have convinced him to learn a dance instead.

He reaches for your hand. "I know you didn’t mean it," he says. Even now, he's trying to be the one to appease you. "But part of me always thinks, like… it’s just a matter of time. Before I scare you. Before the Void gets too close again. Before I become someone you can’t stay with."

You shake your head firmly. "Bob. You’re not temporary. And you’re not replaceable. You’re not something I try—you’re something I choose. Over and over again."

He swallows hard, and asks tentatively: "Even when I’m a mess?"

"Especially then," you confirm. He squeezes your hand, and you can practically see the tension drain out of him. It’s enough to encourage you to make an attempt at lightening the mood.

"Next video I post, I'll make the caption 'the love of my life who keeps thinking he’s just a storm.'"

He laughs. Shaky, but at least you got one out of him. "People are gonna think I’m emotionally unstable."

"You are emotionally unstable."

"But hot?" He tries.

"But so hot."

You shove his shoulder, and he laughs—really laughs—until you’re both tangled together on the rug, the Rubik’s cube forgotten.

This is the only current that matters.

[captain-huggy-bear]

i'd loooove either kess or clay doing the current boyfriend trend on tiktok!! whichever one you want / a shorter one for both would be amazing 💗

Picked Kess because I have another request for Clay so both will happen probably at some point 🩷🩵🩷 Requests are open for specific people only, please see my pinned post for details :) Writing Masterlist

You're in the car, Michael in the driver's seat on your way to a sunnier state where you can spend a couple of weeks of the off season relaxing. You're the social media guru of the two, Michael, while popular on all the Utah Mammoth tiktoks simply not caring that much about making them. But, he's always happy to be in yours.

So he doesn't mind when you get your phone out and start recording, he gets it and he knows the fans like to see the normal things the two of you get up to from time to time. He enjoys reading the comments and the validation about your relationship. He joys having the videos to go back and watch on roadies.

"Hey lovelies! The current boyfriend and I are on our way Arizona to go see Keller and soak up some sun for a few weeks. This one wants to use Keller's putting green," You toss your head in Michael's direction as you talk to the camera on your phone. The moment you say it the camera catches Michael's head snapping in your direction, face offended, mouth open, before he looks back at the road. Remembering that he is in fact driving a car.

But, his eyes are still glancing towards you, confused, hurt because what. the. fuck. Current? Current?!

"Obviously, we couldn't not see Keller, not when he wants to see the current boyfriend more than I want to see Lucky which is honestly almost impossible because I looveee that furball." You're trying to contain your laugh, the twitch of a smile at the corner of your mouth as you watch Michael through the screen.

He doesn't even say anything. Michael just puts the indicator on and pulls over into a layby on the side of the road, car being put into park. The way he turns to you is all annoyance and concern, arm leaning against the headrest of his seat, fingers tapping on his lap.

"Why'd we pull over, honey?" Your voice is sickly sweet, over sweet and far too innocent because you know what you've done, you know why he's pulled over and if you were in doubt Michael's big puppy dog eyes would tell you everything.

"Are you breaking up with me?" There's a down turn to his lips, a sense of defiance behind it. He's not sad, there's a deep feeling that he knows you're up to something, a sense of pouty-ness behind his words. Eyes narrowing at you. The phone still recording from the phone holder stuck to the windscreen.

"Of course not, why would you ask that?"

"You keep calling me your current boyfriend!" He's leaning further into your space now, a finger pushing against your cheek accusingly, silly, ridiculous. There's a playfulness there, an undercurrent that he's not really upset, that he knows you too well to think you didn't plan this.

"Well, you are my current boyfriend?" You play dumb, wide eyed, laughing when Michael reaches for your seatbelt, unbuckling it before dragging you across the car and onto his lap. The steering wheel digging into your back, the only thing making enough room the fact his car seat has to be all the way back to accommodate his ridiculous legs.

He's pouting at you, arms slung low around your lower back as yours fall over his shoulders, twirling the curls at the back of his neck in an all too familiar habit of yours.

"No, I'm your forever boyfriend!" He's adamant, serious, certain and there's this giddy little feeling in your stomach at the idea that he really actually means that.

"Ohhh, really?"

"Yeah! There's not going to be another boyfriend after me!" He tugs you closer, pulling you further from the steering wheel digging into your back.

"And why's that?"

"Because I'm going to propose, obviously," Michael rolls his eyes all confident for a moment, before his face drops, eyes blinking rapidly like he just realised what he said, "I didn't mean to tell you that! Forget what I just said! Forget it right now!"

"Michael..." You're getting teary eyed, hand coming up to cover your mouth at his admission even as Michael's having a panic underneath you.

"No, no, forget it! You didn't hear it, you don't know about it! It's still a surprise! Shit!" His head flops onto your chest with a heavy thump, forehead pressing into your sternum as he groans because shit...shit...

You run your fingers through his hair for a moment, tangling in the curls, twisting them like grass between your fingertips. The silence almost deafening before you speak, a mere whisper.

"I'll say yes, y'know? I mean...I've forgotten, don't know what you just said, but whatever it is...i'll say yes." He snaps his head up, guppy like expression, pouty bottom lip, dropped just enough to let his mouth stay slightly open. Big, big brown eyes, almost not breathing at your words.

"Really?"

"Mmmhmmm, not that I know what we're talking about of course." You smile, neck rolling, eyes looking away from him because there's something in your gut that's roiling like butterflies, giddy enough you want to burst out into song.

The grin he gifts you is enough. It's vibrant, bright, goofy and giddy...and yeah, maybe this video doesn't make it to tiktok or instagram because this one is just for you.

[miiashiifts]

weirdly specific things i scripted in my band dr ✶

some of these are very niche so be warned, also literally none of these correlate to the fact that i scripted them in my band dr - this just so happens to be my main dr at the moment lmao???

✶ my parents started letterboxd accounts for me & my twin sister sadie when we were born and logged every single movie we watched & rewatched up until we were 13 and started managing our own accounts (and letterboxd somehow existed in 2005 when we were born lol)

✶ (another letterboxd themed one) you can change your profile backdrop to any movie, whether or not it’s in your top 4

✶ all gen z “pop stars” are ACTUAL pop stars, they aren’t boring & performative like most are here :/

✶ my award show predictions are almost always correct, and if i’m rooting for a specific person to win they usually do

✶ season 2 of twin peaks wasn’t a mess… david lynch & mark frost carried on directing the rest of the episodes post laura’s killer’s reveal and the episodes actually had meaning

✶ kate king & becki jones were never bullied off social media (my queens omg pls come back the uk needs you)

✶ kpop (specifically girl groups) stayed similar to how it was in the late 90s & 2000s (this came to me last night when i remembered the wonder girls 💔)

✶ the movies ‘rosemary’s baby (1968)’ and ‘repulsion (1965)’ were directed by someone other than p*lanski & he was never born (he’s damn lucky i didn’t script that he dies a slow & painful death i hate that man more than anything.)

✶ hole released the original version of rock star & the version of asking for it that features kurt

✶ influencer culture is practically non-existent, any internet celeb is famous for a reason besides just doing grwms and hauls

✶ bisexuality is more normalised than heterosexuality (who said that 🥸)

✶ mtv still exists and it’s still thriving just like how it was in the 80s / 90s

✶ you can buy any criterion blu ray in the uk & they’re all region free (only realised you couldn’t buy some over here the other week when i tried buying the inland empire blu ray???!! literally why)

✶ radio stations still feel authentic & they actually play good music (inspired by this tiktok sound. i wanna crawl up and die every time i hear it oh my god)

✶ the club silencio theatre from mulholland drive wasn’t turned into an apple store. this was a crime against humanity.

✶ i can listen to mitski (and any other artist i religiously listened to at 13) without getting war flashbacks ❤️

✶ all of the additional lost footage from blue velvet was found & included as special features in the current pressings of the dvd

✶ people i know are always throwing themed parties & everyone actually takes it seriously (and they play good music too. turn that benson boone OFF)

✶ i have a taba squishy collection! (can you blame me)

[gigilovesmovies]

f!reader x joost — they’ve been together for a while and now they’re engaged (!!) but like only the people close to us know...so they go on a cute lil picnic in the middle of nowhere just to escape for a bit 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️but LMAOO someone took pics from afar and POSTED THEM.suddenly everyone knows ...😭 they’re lowkey panicking but also kinda like ok wait… this is actually nice?? bc they were SO tired of hiding like

pls ignore if this is cringe BYE 🧍‍♀️💨

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Exposed!

Pairing: Joost Klein x fem!reader

Warning: bad writing and grammatical errors as always:

Summary: the request!

An:Thank you for the request!!! I love this kind of twist,hope you’ll like it;)

This is kinda bad I’m sorry 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Also I saw the angst(?)request with pregnancy,I just need a bit of time to develop the story around it,maybe I’m gonna put it in several parts idk yet

The kitchen was a mess,peels of fruit scattered everywhere on the kitchen counter along with some cheese, charcuterie and other snacks.

Me and joost decided to have a day off,his work was sucking all the energy and free time out of him,between producing new music,concerts,filming and editing his video clips,he didn’t have time for himself nor for me;his fiancee.

So going out for a picnic was the perfect plan to chill out,plus none of us wanted to waste such a sunny day and stay at home.

Which lead us to that messy kitchen.After a few minutes the kitchen was finally cleared,picnic basket ready and full of snacks and drinks.Us fully dressed and polished.We were finally ready to leave.

“God I feel like a teenager again”I say smiling, hoping on my bike,picnic basket secured on the bicycle cargo

Joost chuckled with a nod”Where are we even going”he asked

“Wherever the wind takes us”I answer jokingly

The road to the forest was a bit long but we had fun singing songs out loud probably messing the lyrics,attempting bicycles tricks and failing miserably at every attempt,until we finally reach the forest,found a cozy spot ,setting the white and red blanket and collapsing on it exhausted from the bicycle trip.

We were laying on our back discussing random things

“Oh look at this cloud,looks like a star”Joost said,munching on some grapes

“No” I shot back “it’s a cat”i blurted looking at him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

“It’s literally a star how can you confuse a cat with a star” he argued back pointing at the cloud slowly disappearing into the vaste blue sky.I raised my hand to hold his and smiled at him,he smiled back,his dimples showing,how cute!

“I missed you schat”he says turning to his side so he could face me,he started caressing my cheek slowly,then leaned stroking his nose against mine,then gave me a delicate kiss.

“Can you believe I’ll get to call you my wife in a few months” he asked with a bright smile,holding me closer to him,our legs now intertwined,his chest against mine,I could feel the rise and fall of his chest,the soft beat of his heart.

“I can’t wait”I answered,lost in his beautiful icy eyes.

We were mesmerised with each other’s company,totally cut out of the outside world,the only thing that mattered now was us,no work no nothing.

Hours passed,enough for us to watch the sun set,the beautiful mix of orange and pink hues,making the sky look like a giant cotton candy.We returned home,I was sat on the bed scrolling peacefully on my phone as Joost was brushing his teeth,getting ready for bed.

But suddenly a notification popped up,it was one of my close friends,she sent me a link and wrote with bold letters underneath it

“You need to see this y/nnnn”

Curious I open the link,it was a TikTok video with pictures of me and Joost hugging,one of them zoomed on my ring finger.The pictures were taken just today at our picnic spot.

“Oh my God,Joost!!” I call him alarmed,nobody except our friends and family knew we were dating,even less that we were engaged.

Joost came in running towards me”Are you okay baby what happened”

I couldn’t answer so I just handed him my phone”Fuck!”he exclaimed the tip of his ears turning to a reddish colour”What are we gonna do”

“I don’t know” I exclaimed,we opened the comment finding them full of curious,supportive,respectful and cute comments :

User7777:manifesting a cute moment with my future boyfriend

Joostkleinfan321:They’re so cute together UGH

Lilylovesmusic:WAIT are they engaged

Oliviaaa:Who is that?!!!Shes so cute,I don’t know if I wanna be her or be with her

After scrolling down at endless comments,we calmed down,we weren’t so stressed about it as much as we were

“What’s done is done right”I declare looking at joost who shrugged his shoulders and nodded

“Could be worse,plus it’s been so long”he answered smiling

That night we slept peacefully,even tho our secret was exposed at least everyone knew how much we truly loved each other.

[alaskan-wallflower]

im really boreddd and i eat when im bored which is a bad habit so could i get random headcanons about literally anything as long as it is the outsiders related instead. i luv your headcanons :33

the more angst the better but its your choice teheh

sure!! i can give ya some headcanons :) also thanks!! very glad you like them! <3

ponyboy is a pro gaslighter 100%. whether he’s telling teachers he turned in an assignment and “maybe ya lost it?” when he 1000% did not or it’s darry getting angry at him for not doing his chores and pony’s all “you never told me to do that!”. he’s canonically a good liar, he even admits that he scares himself with how good of a liar he is, so this checks out in my head lol

steve and soda go on dates where they literally just have a picnic at the park as the sun’s setting and they catch fireflies together. they know it’s corny but they don’t care— why should they? it teaches soda how to calm down and not be so impulsive (he’s definitely gotten way too excited and has accidentally killed a multitude of fireflies) steve learns he can be gentle. the vulnerability of a small being in his hands that he could easily crush makes him feel strangely protective.

two-bit can do uncanny impressions of a lot of different cartoon characters and says really crude things as those characters (many childhoods have been ruined—he’d do numbers on tiktok)

sodapop’s actually really insecure about his body. he’s not as muscular as darry or steve in a way he feels he should be, no matter how many times he works out with steve or how hard he works at the dx, he still has a bit of a tummy on him. he tries to embrace it but it’s kinda hard

johnny and steve have a hidey hole where they take things from their homes they don’t want to keep either their parents and they just hide it there. steve puts his money there so his dad can’t take it, and johnny puts clothes and scraps of food in there. the only thing in there now is a worn down rag steve had given johnny once for an injury. steve doesn’t touch the hidey hole after johnny died. it became more of a tribute to him instead.

the curtis parents left their sons tape recordings for every milestone—16th birthdays, prom, graduation, weddings…those things. it started because mr curtis wasn’t sure if he was going to make it home from wwii after he had enlisted, and he wanted his child to have something from their father in case he died. after he survived, they started making the tapes together for fun and god forbid anything happened to them. darry finds them one night while cleaning the attic. he brings them downstairs, but he can’t bring himself to listen to them. none of them can.

soda felt like such a failure when he dropped out of school. he did it because he knew he’d be alright working with cars, but alright was better than borderline flunking and constantly harassment from socs, but he felt like such a failure to his dad, because his dad tried so hard to help soda in school, but undisgnosed ADHD and dyslexia doesn’t really bode well in school, especially with it being the 60s and those things were basically dumbed down to “lazy” or something, even when that wasn’t true.

speaking of, mr curtis had both of those conditions. he felt a lot like sodapop himself, seeing as he struggled a lot with academics, even if it was a poor reflection on his actual intelligence. mr curtis was very bright, he just had a lot of trouble in school. that was why he chose to fight in world war ii right after graduation. he wanted to help, and make something of himself to show that he wasn’t what everyone said he was.

yall are probably getting tired of this one but steve’s adopted. he found out one night when he was digging around through his dad’s room for his birth certificate or something when he just stumbled upon it. while things started falling into place, it just made him angrier. did his bio parents not want him? why did they give him up to the worst people possible? why didn’t his parents tell him? he was numb for weeks. he found out the week pony ran away.

johnny knows italian. he picked it up from his mom (though a lot of the words she said were quite…inappropriate) but he started teaching himself. anything to keep his mind occupied. he also knows minimal spanish since his dad is venezuelan and italian and spanish are pretty similar.

dally has a cat named “lil’ dal”. it’s the meanest cat in town. it’d probably out some of tulsa’s most feral dogs to shame, and dally praises it for biting and scratching. not johnny though, johnny’s somewhat off limits. the cat is okay enough with johnny anyhow—he just hisses a lot.

animals LOVE sodapop. a lot. he’s got disney princess status or something because a whole zoo will end up following him home if he let it. steve’s not too fond of random dogs and cats dropping in on their outdoor date nights/outings, though.

speaking of, steve has a cat named diesel that he thought was a boy until she got pregnant and had kittens. she had 9 kittens in total and he was just sheet white every time soda reported another kitten cause what the fuck is he gonna do with TEN cats??

two-bit’s dad left when he was young. he harbors no real resentment—he’s honestly too drunk a lot of the time to. his dad wrote him a letter in hopes to reconcile once. he promptly threw it away unopened.

darry takes cold showers to leave the hot water for his brothers, even though it makes his already aching muscles that much tighter.

steve and johnny are frequently dine n dashers. they got caught and banned from one restaurant but the others haven’t caught them or banned them yet

dally has albinism. he hates getting questioned about “why’s your hair so pale?” “why do your eyes look like that?” “why is your skin so white?” he finds it annoying and he doesn’t like explaining himself. he hates the comments he gets more than anything, but he prides himself on having a more offputting appearance.

i’m also a big fan of the “dally uses colored contacts” headcanon, so i’m saying he wears brown contacts to avoid getting questions about his eyes. he also has exotropia from the albinism and wears a patch sometimes. he thinks it’s tuff.

additionally, johnny has vitiligo. it’s more present on his arms and legs and not really his face, but he doesn’t really love it. he doesn’t like the weird looks he gets from people, or the comments/questions he gets.

chubby two bit. that is all.

hope these are alright! not a ton of angst but yknow, i tried lol

[romeedoused]

Fear of faliure and disproving shifting for yourself. a rant more than anything.

the thing youre horrified of is already happening to you, you can not avoid not shifting by not shifting, but fuck, every time i layed down to shift i felt like im standing on a 16 story building, promised flying, & told to jump, there are 2 possibilities:

- i fly, horrayy??? i can fly???? fuck yeah???

- dead (w a closed casket)

every time i lay to shift i feel im a shifter w an antishifter inside observing a shifter, or a flat earther or scammed on the tiktok shop. so i wouldnt shift

i would do anything but fucking shift, lucid dream, void, those fuckass cia tapes, but this is not an attempt, im not trying to shift, im waiting for the day i become one w buddha, the shifting god gives me her blessings, or eventually i will sacrifice my right tit to aphrodite so she makes me shift.

but it got me nowhere, & itll do the same to you.

if you continue on this path, you wont shift, all the roads lead to rome(é🥸) expect the decision and assumption road (this is so cringe sorry i can not articulate it in any other way)

yes you are not wasting time, but why wait?

this is only to acknowledge, not a blockage you gotta work on that bullshit, its ok if youre scared it will not stop you, walk through the fire because if you dont it will eat you up anyway.

the only thing that is stopping you from shifting is deciding not to.

i kid you not, i tried to shift in those past 4 years only three times, 1 minishift (remembered random shit) and the other like i shifted for 10 minutes and got back before getting out of my bedroom,

[mooneyedandglowing]

LVX

Healing isn't linear. And all other platitudes you may hear in a yoga class or group therapy meeting down at the community center. All this not even to say I think that's untrue. It's probably all too true. You quit your job because you're burnt out - because you don't want to live your one life more concerned with office politics than the real world. You move somewhere quieter, closer to nature, because you're overstimulated, constantly on edge, constantly scanning the sidewalk for threats. You get surgery because you don't want to be this sick this young. You start taking your Elvanse again. You're spending less time scrolling on TikTok, less time playing mobile games. You change your diet. You rarely drink. You eat fruits and vegetables at every meal and chug down a fiber supplement morning and night. You start running again; you start yoga again; you contemplate returning to your dance practice. You hum, you breathe, and starting texting your friends back one by one. You respond to public consultations - not because it's your job anymore but because you care again. You aren't locked in the avoidance of life through delusion or fantasy. You aren't seeking your worth in being chosen, although you are chosen by every single person in your life. You aren't playing that trick that somehow your own suffering, your love or fear, your anything is somehow exalted, special, or anything than your own construction. But mortality stalks you down nightly - yours and everyone else's. You wonder why you're so sure of the one thing no one can be sure of and why you then let it gut you, skin you, hang you up like a deer to bleed out until you're dry and empty. You haven't called your grandmother in almost a year. You never grieved your dad's death, your mother's cancer, betrayals or your childhood. Some nights you cry in the bath and find a chat bot more useful than any conversation you've had with a person. You don't write. You learn and create sporadically, limited. Your motivation lurches up the track like a failing funicular. You buy a half-pack of cigarettes. Quit for a bit. Buy another pack. You read a story about a 40 yr old man dying of bowel cancer and you feel sorry for him, his children, his wife but more than that you feel afraid for yourself. You make it about yourself when it isn't. You imagine the pain by imagining it happening to you. You grieve what hasn't transpired, what may not ever come at all, while you subdue the past any way you can. You know you're largely just like everyone else and yet you feel like no one else would understand.

A lot of this is to say there's always progress where there feels like there's not. And it's hard. Living is hard for every single one of us, at different moment, for different reasons, and the same. Sometimes I should deconstruct my own confidence in certain things that only harm me. Sometimes I just have to accept that the rest of the work isn't happening today. Do you know I wasn't taught most things? I mean even simple things. Neglect is a funny syndrome like that, not that I grieve that either. I was reading some comments online recently and this woman said how she doesn't want another pet as she lost hers 18 months ago and cannot handle the heartbreak again. And with pets, I've always seen the worth of being open to everything despite that shattering of an ending. But I'm not sure how to do that with life, with people. I just know that I'd like to. And maybe, for today, that's good enough. They say many trauma survivors call themselves healed when they've only just isolated themselves to the point that nothing can or will be a trigger to them. Obviously, it's nearly impossible to isolate yourself from that much and even the wrong TikTok video could send me into an emotional flashback. But anyway, the point was that you can only heal through new experiences that rewire what the mind has learned about something. I've got 34 years of unlearning to do and some days, or most days, I don't want to do it. I envy people who are more suceptible to suggestion, to influence, and to flights of fancy - to those who don't apply critical thinking to every moment, every memory, every thought or opinion. I feel like it must make them happier, more connected in a way to their own experience, it's own sort of social intelligence even at times. I still remember a professor telling me I was one of the most grounded and most centered people they've ever met. It was meant to be a compliment but I think it's just a wound by now and I won't stop picking at it. When your arm brushes against mine, I'd like to learn not to flinch. When you ask me what I think, I'd like to learn to tell you the truth.

[kerryshifts]

ugh, i know how this is going to sound, and i promise this isn’t your typical “iS sHiFtiNg rEaL” question, so please hear me out lol.

the thing is i’ve been getting a lot of videos from shifters on tiktok lately, and it’s really starting to feel like 2020 over there again. a lot of og shifters on that platform are talking about shifting almost as if they don’t believe in shifting at all, like for example, the consciousness theory. now, i believed that we all agreed that shifting and your drs are very much real and that these theories are just an idea as to how it’s possible, and NOT that the theory itself means that they think their drs are only happening inside of their head, sort of like a dream. point is, it’s created a lot of doubt to see them say that permashifting isn’t possible, liking comments that basically say that shifting is akin to a deep meditative state or an ultra real vivid dream, etc, especially after these are people who have claimed to have shifted for years now and have been helping others as well. (and have *massive* platforms)

so my question is not “is shifting real” but more, i guess, how real is it in actuality? is it ACTUALLY just like this reality where we’re JUST as grounded, have all of our senses, and it all operates how it does here? i hope this question doesn’t annoy you, and if it does please feel free to skip it, but i guess ive just been feeling silly because i did plan on eventually permashifting to my main dr and it breaks my heart to see fellow shifters say that the experience is ‘real’ but that it’s not physical (whatever the hell that means) or as important as this reality.

for context, the way i see shifting is that we simply switch our awareness between very real and physical places. all of it is real life and the real world, we’re just choosing what to be aware of, sort of like switching the channel yk? just because you switch it doesn’t mean the other channels cease to exist or aren’t as valid as the channel you’re currently in. but am i wrong, is there maybe something i’m misunderstanding?

thank you in advance if you do see this, and thank you for your page! it’s always been massively helpful. and again, i really hope this ask doesn’t bother you, i just feel like i need someone to confirm outright that shifting is what i think it is and that i haven’t foolishly misunderstood. much love to you!!

this annoys me, but only because you and other people keep basing your opinions and trust on big creators. i understand that you being worried that all we on tumblr say is fake, and i understand that people who say they have shifted multiple times feel more reliable to people who didn’t shift.

and the thing is: you can have your own opinion. if you shifted, if you didn’t shift, if you are an anti shifter. shifting is personal to you and you only, and you are allowed to express what you think shifting is. but other people are allowed to think differently.

i know people who permashifted. mutuals here on tumblr who deactivated their accounts after permashifting, and other accounts who just said goodbye and told us that they were going to permashift and not be active anymore. do i consider shifters who say that permashifting isn’t possible idiots? yes! but they are still entitled to their opinions.

sorry but i am a firmer believer that shiftok is not reliable for informations. even the big shiftokers. because i honestly never seen people on tumblr say that permashifting is not possible. i have never seen someone on tumblr say that shifting is just being in a deep meditative state (that's a way to shift. not what your dr is).

and people can have preferences. someone might prefer their drs to this, someone might prefer their cr to their dr. there’s nothing wrong with it, and i don’t see why this demotivates you. like, it’s okay to have a favourite life. for example i care more about my marauders dr than my singer dr. its not a crime. and….. the experience is physical. that’s why it’s called shifting and not astral projection. or lucid dream. like ?? hello people ???? why do we have this side of tumblr ??

and i also see shifting as switching a channel. but as i said, people on tiktok make it complicated. if thats their opinion than okay, good for them if it makes them happy. like if they say that shifting is just a ultra realistic dream ….. girl. what even is the point in having a tumblr account. let's stop with the misinformation ????????

[theycallmecholemiri]

Rumi and Jinu: Lovers??? Enemies??? Both???

I've been waiting to talk about them for a while, so please grab your popcorn and take a seat.

Before I dive into my opinion on the ship, I want to talk about how I've seen shipping for this movie been talked about. For one, everyone is allowed to ship who they want between any characters. No one should be making anyone feel bad for who they ship. Yes, that is your opinion, but please don't be so rude about it. I've seen many, many TikTok videos about people not wanting any shipping to happen in this movie, which I find weird. After all, the romance plot is gonna give this movie more attention cause people eat stuff like that up. This ship has been confirmed by the creators in a Keyframe Animation magazine. At the end of the day, please respect everyone's opinions about ships.

NOW MOVING ON TO THE FUN PART

Rumi x Jinu, that ship that will break everyone's hearts ???

As mentioned before, they aren't looking at each other, but they aren't looking at each other on purpose. Whatever happened to them wasn't even just history; it was personal. They both are looking straight ahead, like not even bothering to look at them. It's like when you're way too aware of someone you like or have history with, so you ignore them cause that's way too much to get into right now. That's exactly what's happening with them right now. I do wonder what the history is between them, though?? Did they know each other before? How did the romance between them even happen?? I need ANSWERSSSS.

(One of them broke the other person heart I'm calling it now)

Then we have Rumi charging after him in the trailer; this looks like it's going to be a serious fight between them. Someone posted that this looks like this is after a big fight between the two groups, and I agree with that point. But do you see Rumi's face??? She's out for revenge, and she's not taking the answer no this time.

It looks like he stops here, which means he's purposely waiting for Rumi to catch up with him. Now I haven't even seen the movie, but I already know that Jinu has some feelings for Rumi by this point in the movie. Rumi's feelings for Jinu are really unclear since some parts of the trailer are kind of vague, which is good, it keeps us fans intrigued.

How do I know this??? This frame alone seals the deal for me. It's so clear that Jinu can make a run for it at this point, but instead he's gasping in shock at Rumi. Meanwhile, Rumi is ready to send him back to the underworld TODAY, by any means necessary. Moral of the story here is if Rumi didn't get to beat your behind the last time, she's DEFINITELY getting you the second time. Hopefully Jinu makes it out alive tho.

I kid you not, this pic just dropped and let me just say.... THERES SO MUCH TENSION, OK. I think this move backfires on Rumi cause Jinu looks like he's saying something slick here, which most likely catches Rumi off guard and then leads to him scratching her arm.

And me?? I'm sat

MY popcorn??? In my hands??

Next Friday??? Booked and Busy!!!

Hotel???? Trivago

[medusas-daughter]

i feel like i'm about to crash out of something bc why are people pretending that Sabrina Carpenter is at fault for men sexualizing her? she would still be sexualized by them even if she was wearing something modest. and to say she's setting feminism back and naming her alongside someone like this Bonnie Blue lady is actually insane. Sabrina doesn't pander to a male audience primarily, her sexual art never includes men as anything but a tool for her own pleasure, something men have done since always when it comes to women. she is actually the opposite of Bonnie Blue bc that lady is actually setting feminism back by letting men think they are allowed to do anything they want with her. i'm so sick of this bs.

Thank you so much for this because I've also been crashing out for the past two days like are we seriously back to blaming women for men thinking they're hot like is that the 'feminism' we've gone back to??

Also the whole male audience is so funny to me because Sabrina's concerts have always been primarily female audience she's been shaking her ass at women since her early twenties she's in on the joke with women her whole brand is "unfortunately I'm attracted to men but at least I'm funny about it". The men are reduced to plot devices and murder victims and sex partners, but she's the author and the main character, she's in control, and she's inviting a statistically female audience along for the ride of her story her fantasy her art, should they want it. She's not forcing this down people's throats. She's just existing and somehow being punished for it.

Bonnie Blue was literally going to stream rape, let's call it what it is, and comparing that to an art cover is just wild. And my biggest beef with that petting zoo is that giving 10000 men free reign to do with her body as they please is so mind-blowingly dangerous, but I was always more angry with the men that signed up for it than I was with her. Bonnie Blue needs therapy and a better team around her. She also needs to stop making content about "de flowering teenagers" that's gross. That woman is a mystery to me, the way she's both a predator and ready to make herself a victim of the most vile crimes I can think of is insane. I really truly believe she needs to disappear from the public eye and go to therapy and figure out what is going on in that brain of hers and hopefully find a healthier outlet for it.

So many people started using "male centered" when what they really mean to say is "slut" but they know it's not politically correct anymore. Sabrina is happening on a bigger scale but every time a woman happens to be attractive they rush to call her male centered. Some men rape literal corpses are we gonna blame the corpses too?

And men are gonna sexualize us whether we dress modest or denuded whether we speak or not whether we eat or not, if we're suggestive we're asking for it, if we're not we're innocent and it's hot, like we literally cannot control what men think. And yet we still jump at a woman's throat for daring to like a bit of doggy style??? Like the only way to escape the male gaze is to kill ourselves. And I'm not having that. So I just keep watching women get slut shamed in different ways and hope they come out of it stronger and funnier. And kinkier. And bolder. And the patriarchy won't fall by us policing how women have sex or portray themselves.

But sure, in a world where men are signing up to a human petting zoo and rolling back our rights and voting for rapists and pedophiles and using our literal corpses as incubators, let's all hang the popstar who happens to like doggy style with a bit of hair pulling, she's the problem.

I'm sorry for the rant, every time I tell myself I'll only write a short post about this and every time I end up having a whole ass outburst but like *gestures vaguely at wtf is happening*

I've seen a literal therapist on tiktok make a five minute video on why this Sabrina album cover proves she's not a girl's girl like we have completely lost the plot it's so scary

[hostilemuppet]

Regarding your PPG fanfic post, I’d like to add that there has never been nearly enough Blues centered stories. NOR is there variety in them. If it’s a fic with all three pairings, Reds are usually the main main story line and the Greens have a more unique dynamic. Meanwhile the Blues are usually wrapped up in a nice bow and have one conflict that’s usually “our siblings would never approve of us seeing each other.” Which is fun, but it’s the only conflict they ever had and are depicted as high school sweethearts who go on to get married young and have a big family. And I enjoy it! But again it’s the only way they’re depicted.

I love my Blues soft and fluffy and sweet but I also would love to see the Blues being more complex than that as well. I assume people don’t care about them as much as the other two because they’re “not interesting and boring” but there’s a whole lot of missed opportunities you can make with them. Sorry if this is long 😭 Bubboom have always been my favorite

i wrote a long response to this that i deleted bc im really trying to ramble less but in short, i agree completely, and i think it mainly comes down to two things:

bubbles, despite being the most popular among non fans, tends to get shafted in fancontent (theres this one pretty popular future au comic on tiktok and bubbles stands around doing fuck all NOTHING for the entire comic), and when shes not shes boiled down to The Pretty One Who Likes Clothes And Makeup, instead of "the underestimated baby of the bunch who proved herself the most capable of flying solo"

boomer is often defanged, like, even more than his brothers are defanged in attempt to redeem them. while canon boomer is a pathetic pushover who does whatever his brothers tell him to and resents them (mostly brick) for it, hes still an asshole with a lot of sass to him. fancontent tends to make boomer the Long Lost Powerpuff Boy. hes just Bubble Boy (real), and maybe if youre lucky hell be slightly dumber than bubbles (who also isnt stupid. shes just naive and overly trusting!) on the rare occasion he shows any personality other than "i want to kiss bubbles". the way boomer is usually depicted in fanworks, youd never guess he was born in a prison toilet, and i think that is a problem

as a result, boomubbles has succumb to "Background Relationship" disease. they get no individual personality, so they can only be the ship that happens in the background (while still being tagged, of course). sometimes theyll say theyre going on a date while blossom thinks about how much of a dick brick was at study club that day. sometimes theyll call each other "boomie" and "bubsy wubsy" while buttercup gags and butch has an undercut. they have zero conflict, and most of the time they exist only to make the reds and greens look more dysfunctional by comparison to their complete lack of problems, or any characterisation at all, really

they dont understand the appeal of "Little Pathetic Asshole (Who Thinks Hes Much Hotter Shit Than He Is) x Sweet And Kind (But Constantly Underestimated And Will Not Hold Back)" because they dont know thats what their characters are. theyve suffered a fanon feedback loop, and i really wish theyd go back and watch the show, or even play multiversus! just go back and study the source material, until you can show me a boomubbles who can realistically have the "are you sure youre ready for another beating?" "you girls are gonna eat your words, spit em out, and eat em again!" exchange

[thisrots]

do u guys ever see something so 2nd hand embarrassing u have to scream

[limonnitsa]

MUDBLOOD

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

pez dispenser debris for the fic ask thing? 👀

As much as this is my “kill no darlings you will get EVERY flashback” fic, there’s overarching sociopolitical backstory explaining why Izuku and the rest of class 3A exploded in the public eye that I don’t think I’ll ever fully fit in.

It’s a combination of it being more of a meta analysis than anything and also requiring information from a perspective that I know will never appear in the fic. Like, the fic still gets the different moments that make up this analysis, but there’s no explicit connecting thread to show how they all locked together to create this sort of global cult following of class 3-A. I almost put in a little fake news article opinion piece that was meant to sort of walk the reader through why society is Like This, but I decided it was too heavy handed and deleted it.

Everything that I’m going to reference has already appeared in pez dispenser debris to some degree, and none of it will ever actually materially impact the plot. They may receive a little more detail down the line if they’re mentioned in passing in the fic, so out of an abundance of caution, I’ll stick it below the cut so people can avoid this, but I don’t personally consider any of this spoilers.

Izuku and the rest of the class are famous in pez dispenser debris in a way that’s pretty much unprecedented for students. Canonically, not even all might had a name for himself until after his graduation. Pretty much everyone from class 3A are public figures, with Izuku specifically being considered a major global figure.

In my mind, there was this perfect storm right during their second year that catapulted them into fame. The class personally has varying levels of awareness of why they got so popular, but there was this perfect cross winds of societal unrest and fear that made them household names.

There was an approximately one month span in their second year where they were just hit one after another with a major firestorms of events: The UA Sports Festival, the Sidekick Strike, and the Tartarus Prison Break/Desertion of Yokohama.

The UA Sports Festival is the one that the kids attribute this most to, because so many of the news articles that followed referenced their performance in it. But it probably gave them less mileage than what the other two events did.

What the UA Sports Festival did was showcase their skills to the world in a venue designed to show them off. The public was already on edge. All Might had retired, crime rates kept going up, and people were rapidly losing confidence in existing heroes. Class 2A made such an insane showing of skill in the second Sports Festival that it made the public rave about them for weeks after. It was extremely reassuring to Japan that they had such powerful heroes in the barrel and would soon be on the streets. But that attention probably would have died down had it not been for the Sidekick Strike and Yokohama.

The Sidekick Strike actually had nothing to do with them. But it undermined the public’s faith in heroes at just the right time.

The Sidekick Strike is just one of those things that I have no POV that would even tangentially be involved in it so we’ll get a few passing references in media clips and it’ll never be discussed in depth. Which is a shame because it’s such an interesting conflict to me.

The Sidekick Strike was heavily inspired by the 1919 Boston Police Strike. Effectively, it was the height of the labor rights movement, and police officers got together and went on strike to get the police union recognized. They had tried to negotiate and negotiations failed, and so they all walked off the job. The city descended into lawlessness, the national guard was deployed, it was a whole thing. Famously, Calvin Coolidge fired the entire police force over it on the grounds that there was no striking from public safety.

I thought it would be really interesting if there was something similar that happened with the sidekicks. The thing is that the heroics structure as it stands really incentivizes abuse towards sidekicks. We have a society where there’s a decent amount of heroes who are only in it for the fame. A not insignificant amount of money must come from marketing deals. And it’s a ranked system, so they’re all in competition with each other.

Heroes wouldn’t be incentivized to showcase their sidekicks—they’d be incentivized to take advantage of them and take credit for their work.

Like, think about the work-study experiences. Momo didn’t even officially work for the hero she studied with. She wasn’t getting paid. An adult woman used her for a shampoo ad. Who wants to bet whether Momo saw a dime from it? It’s probably very predatory because the nature of the system incentivizes predation.

I thought the underlying legal issues would be interesting and complex. Who owns a sidekick’s image—the agency or the individual? Who gets the proceeds of their brand deals? This all would be governed by their employment contracts, and sidekicks just starting out have very little leverage compared to big name heroes. And those heroes would want to keep their sidekicks names small and theirs big. The rankings are competitive, after all.

It’s a situation where I do think that like. The sidekicks would have a point in unionizing. The use of their image, appropriate compensation, and proper credit for their busts would all be like, very legitimate concerns in a normal employment context.

I see agencies like Idaten settling immediately with the union and having their sidekicks back on the street before the day is out. In my mind, idaten is considered the gold standard for sidekick jobs already, and their employees mostly did it out of solidarity with the people they worked alongside of. Like, Idaten was already doing most of the union’s demands and signed off very quickly on the remaining ones. If it was just about the Idaten sidekicks, none of them would have gone on strike, but they had a lot of colleagues who they depended on in the field who were in terrible situations. What were they gonna say, sorry, sucks to be you, I got a great gig though so condolences? These were the people keeping them alive. They went on strike because they knew Idaten would publicly settle before the day was out and set an example for the rest of the agencies. Hopefully it would help other agencies follow their lead.

But that didn’t happen. Some agencies, like Endeavor’s, fired everyone immediately. And I think a lot of agencies spent a long time picking over every line item in prolonged negotiations. It dragged out.

And that went over fucking terribly.

All Might just retired. Crime is up. And their sworn defenders are bickering over who gets what cut of the action figure line. Like I think the public would have fucking hated this in a post-All Might world. It would have seemed like the only real hero just medically and irreversibly retired and the rest of them are squabbling about whose turn it is in the spotlight.

I also think that the villains would have taken advantage of it.

The Tartarus Prison Break in pez isn’t the one that happened in canon. Here, the League of Villains attacked Tartarus and set everyone loose. In the process, they made a very clear stance: they are going to leave with All for One, and they are not going to attack any civilians. They won’t fight at all unless attacked first.

All of the horrible and sadistic villains they just let go have not made the same promise.

They chose to do this now because of the Sidekick Strike. All their heroes don’t give a fuck about protecting them, so they’re strapped for staffing. So they’re taking back their leader and going back to ground, and the heroes are free to immediately go after and contain all those bad bad villains who just escaped. And those guys are headed to the heavily populated mainland, so better be quick.

The whole world knew that was their explicit reasoning and promise. Because Himiko fucking lived tweeted the escape.

The Sidekick Strike took the hit for a lot of the blame, but I do see all the sidekicks breaking strike lines to go respond to the crisis. But response times were severely handicapped by the fact that most if not all of them were cut off from their agencies. It was just a complete systemic breakdown.

And then there became the question of what crisis do you respond to: All for One’s escape, or everyone else’s?

I mentioned in one of the little fake tumblr posts that the Tartarus Prison Break was seen as Endeavor’s greatest failure. And part of that is because he chose to sacrifice the nearby area, Yokohama, to contain All for One.

I am one of the biggest haters of Endeavor’s later arc, specifically because it required going back on the nature of the abuse he had subjected his family to that was already established in canon, but that’s a different rant. This is not canon endeavor. I hate what they did with canon endeavor.

That being said, I do think that the self doubt weighed on him once he became number one. And this was the moment of his career where it really crushed him.

All for One had escaped. So had every other villain from Tartarus. He should go after the most immediate threats. He knew this. It was basic triage.

But they would never have a better chance to stop All for One.

Prisoners in Tartarus aren’t exactly hitting all their macros and micros or training daily. They are not adherents to the Bakugou Katsuki Fitness Lifestyle. All for One was coming off spending the last few months drugged up to his eyeballs and strapped to a chair in a straitjacket with at least fifty guns pointed at him at all times. The man has not scratched his own nose in weeks. He’s weaker now than he’ll ever be again.

It was their best chance.

If he escaped, and he went back to ground, he’d have the time and space to get as strong as he wanted, and then he’d come back for real. And he’d be coming back for everything.

Stopping him the first time had cost them All Might.

And Endeavor simply was not All Might. And he still wouldn’t be All Might when the next fight came.

It really was the hardest decision of Endeavor’s life. He had to admit to himself that his own inadequacy was going to cost them countless lives. But he thought it was a hard decision he had to make. He was losing the battle for the barest chance at winning the war.

So he made the call that all heroes were to respond to All for One. They had to hit the league of villains now with their full force if they were to stand a chance. They could not afford to divide their already sparse forces. They’d respond to Yokohama when AfO was contained.

He was also the one who made the call to broadcast the warning message that we hear in the Twitter post. He thought it would give civilians their best chance. He didn’t want them to act with the expectation of the heroes being en route.

Of course, that meant that the entire city got fucking sirens going off and a message telling them that the heroes were not going to save them. Which, as you can expect, did not do a lot for public morale.

In my head, Tartarus is like, the equivalent to Gotham’s Arkham. It’s borderline an institute for the criminally insane. You don’t end up there unless you did something super fucked, are super dangerous, and have extreme violent tendencies. It’s exclusively for the most dangerous and indiscriminately violent criminals in the country.

The entire world was watching in real time while the tragedy unfolded. A lot of people were livestreaming after the emergency broadcast dropped, because they didn’t want the government to be able to handwave away how terrible their death was, or because they didn’t know what else to do, or because they just didn’t want to be alone. The full expectation was that it’d be a massacre.

But it wasn’t. Because Class 2-A responded instead.

The Class 2-A defensive efforts were discussed in one of the silly little fake tumblr posts and in the fake twitter post. In those, we find out that 1) Class 2-A, along with Lemillion, Suneater, and Nejire responded to the scene; 2) the entire class rolled out of Mirio’s fucking mom van and tamaki and nejire’s cars like they were fucking clown cars; 3) the HPSC claimed it was a legitimate operation blessed and coordinated by them; and 4) a lot of people think this was a lie, in part because videos leaked of Aizawa bitching them all out in the street afterwards. We also see Izuku’s green lightning at the end of the twitter video, showing him responding to the scene just as the first villains hit the mainland.

This fight has a lot of names in the backstory that lives in my head. It’s called the Tartarus Prison Break for obvious reasons. It’s also been called in some circles the Desertion of Yokohama, because of the call Endeavor made.

But it’s also called the Battle of Yokohoma. And it’s ranked alongside the Battle of Kamino as one of the finest acts of modern day heroics. And that’s because of Class 2-A. If it hadn’t been for them showing up, it would have gone down in history as the Massacre of Yokohama.

Like. It kills me that I can’t include the full details of what happened, but there’s just too much to make in a flashback. It’s a fic in and of itself. But it really was the fight that made Class 2-A.

It was the first fight where they were really the only heroes that could be counted on. Granted, they’d had to fight for their lives alone, but this wasn’t just their lives. These were thousands of terrified civilians who all thought they were going to die.

It was the first true test of them as heroes in the world. And they actually rose to the occasion. They didn’t just fight the villains—they realized that they needed to get emergency services working throughout the city if everyone was going to make it. Momo and Tsuyu conducted a mildly hostile take over of the emergency call center so they could coordinate relief. They had fucking Tokoyami and Dark Shadow single-handedly holding the line on the hospital while Kaminari, Shoji, Jiro, and Sato all learned to drive for the Very First Time while commandeering the city’s fucking ambulances. They were fighting and containing villains, performing emergency aid, putting out literal fires, everything. It was the hardest fight of their lives.

There was a hot second where Class 2-A was The Moment. Like. The entire world was watching them during this fight, and they had no fucking idea until it was over. People lost their minds when the first footage made it out of Yokohama of a bunch of teenagers showing up and immediately throwing hands with S-Class villains.

It was global news. Think of the kind of media attention that was received by the search for the Titan, the Tham Luang Cave Rescue, the Suez Canal getting blocked by the Ever Given (rip queen you will always be famous to me), that kind of thing. Class 2-A was fighting for their fucking lives and then found out three days later while they were all still in the hospital that there was a prayer vigil going on in Portugal for them during the battle and CNN had 24 hours live coverage of the fight that had so many viewers it outnumbered the population of Finland. Like what do you even do with that information.

The world expected a massacre. They didn’t expect a bunch of footage of high schoolers kicking the shit out of superpowered murders and personally ferrying the injured to the hospitals they were also defending.

The other part about this fight that really made them permanently part of the public consciousness is that it was not lost on everyone that every single person who responded to that fight did so at the risk of their license.

All of them had provisional licenses, save Lemillion, Suneater, and Nejire, all of whom went AWOL from the explicit directives ordering them to respond to the fight against All for One. The operation could not have been less authorized. They had to steal their gear and jimmy the UA fence to even get out. The explicit plan was to steal one of the UA buses and have Bakugou fucking drive them to the fight (he also did not know how to drive but he seemed the most likely of them to break literally every single motor vehicle code to get them there but still be naturally talented at it enough to not kill them) but Izuku told Mirio what bullshit they were up to and Mirio, who was with Tamaki and Nejire when the news broke, immediately decided he would be on that bullshit too and pulled up in his mom van.

In my mind, there were strict rules around provisional licenses and how they could be used, and they broke pretty much all of them to respond to Yokohama. It would have been grounds to revoke their provisionals and permanently bar them from heroics. Lemillion, Suneater, and Nejire could have all lost their licenses for helping them and for going AWOL.

The HPSC fucking fell over themselves to legitimatize the entire operation. They knew they were utterly fucked if they didn’t. These kids already had murals being painted of their faces in other fucking countries. There was a little old lady in Kyoto livestreaming herself working overtime to embroider Iida’s face onto a cushion because that lovely young man saved her darling granddaughter from *checks notes* horrible and painful death directly caused by the failings of the current HPSC administration. There were multiple trending posts online agreeing to fucking riot if those kids got in trouble for this.

Every single actual hero in the immediate vicinity of this disaster had responded to fight a villain who wasn’t actually attacking anyone. And then they fucking lost. They publicly broadcast a message saying Good Luck Champs Because We’re Not Going To Save You. It was an actual PR nightmare that they had a bare chance of salvaging if they just latched onto these kids like an aggressive parasite and that is exactly what they did.

They totally knew. Actually, it was a joint operation coordinated by and between UA and and the HPSC. Why would the kids be in trouble?? They had responded because the HPSC told them to.

UA gave it a week of dead silence and then issued a short statement praising the bravery of their students in a recent HPSC approved mission, and then they never said another word about it. They didn’t have any choice but to go along with the HPSC’s story. If they contradicted them, all of class 2-a would find their licenses pulled by the end of the day, and lord knows they wouldn’t wait for the court of public opinion to work its magic and would just all go out and become fucking vigilantes, because why not. Aizawa has aged 100 years since he got this class. Every single day he thinks of how it was a 50/50 shot between him and Vlad.

No one in the class is fully aware of just how famous they were in the immediate aftermath, because the school bent over backwards to try and shield them from it as much as possible. Like, they have an idea, but none of them saw the full explosion firsthand because of just how hard the school worked to keep it from them. Aizawa confiscated the internet router and told them it was punishment for whatever the fuck they did to the buses (thank god Mirio was just as crazy as them because they were NOT GOOD at hotwiring cars) but really it was to try and insulate them from it a little bit. Like. Japan’s Imperial Family wanted to do an official visit. The White House offered to host them. They received interview requests from every major talk show on the planet. Buzzfeed wanted to do a puppy interview with them.

Right now, Aizawa’s terrified for Midoriya’s graduation, but in the aftermath of that, he was breathing into a paper bag about all of them. Society had sort of latched onto them like they were the last life raft on the titanic. All for One was back, and All Might wasn’t, and the heroes had publicly broadcast a message saying they were useless, but don’t fucking worry, fifteen year old Iida Tenya is on the case. Society will be upheld by Kaminari Denki, currently viral for driving a real life city ambulance one hundred miles per hour down the street while screaming “WEE WOO BITCH.” And don’t forget the pillar that will be Mina Ashido, who rushed over to him earlier that day to show him her extra sparkly pink nails. And if you have a major fight that needs to be won? Don’t fucking worry, just send out bone-breaking boy wonder Midoriya Izuku and his equally reckless brother Toogata Mirio, because their dumbasses managed to take down an S-Class villain team that only All Might could defeat the first time around. Don’t worry about the multi week hospitalization they needed after, because that’s an acceptable burden to put on children.

When Aizawa started this job, he promised himself he would never send a student out to die. Some of them would die. But it would be tragedy, not damnation. He’d have given them their best chance. Part of the reason why he made that promise was because he sort of felt like his teacher sent him out set up to die, and it’s only luck that he made it through his first couple of years.

He has gone to the funeral of every single student he has ever had who did not make it. He goes back to their graves every year.

He was fucking petrified after Yokohama that society would push these kids too far too soon. Every single one of his classes before them had gotten the benefit of being practically unknown their first few years. They didn’t have the world talking about them like they were already the top heroes. He was terrified they wouldn’t have the space to learn and grow when they started.

A lot of teachers would have tried to mine the notoriety of Yokohama to hard launch their students’ careers. Aizawa told Nedzu point blank that he would quit tomorrow if he did not help him quash this thing as much as possible, and nedzu agreed.

This world killed its real heroes. It sucked them dry and left them like All Might, and he just needed fucking time. He needed fucking time to let them be kids and maybe they’d survive.

Izuku ended up being the one who escaped the aftermath of everything the least. His Quirk was too much like All Might’s for the world to let go of him easily.

And then Stain got fucking dogpiled by idaten in the aftermath of the Tartarus prison break and implied he considered Izuku the only true hero in the absence of all might and everyone started asking super inconvenient questions like “how does stain even know you exist” and “no really he called you by your actual legal name how does he even know that” and it just. It didn’t help things. Izuku’s suffering.

So yeah. There was just this absolute collision of a total lack of faith in current heroes combined with a huge swell of public trust in class 2-a that led us to being in the landscape we are now. All of the currently licensed heroes said that they wouldn’t be there to save the public, and then Class 2-A immediately hit back that they would be there. Actually, they’ll risk everything to be there. They’ll die to protect the public and they’ll risk the entire future they had been trying to build and they will fucking be there to save them.

There’s a lot of people that never forgave the heroes for deserting Yokohama. And there’s even more people who have absolute faith in Izuku and his classmates because they didn’t. That’s why the world is watching them so aggressively. These kids are the most trusted heroes in Japan right now.

I wish I could fit in more about what happened, because I love this backstory so much, but 1) some of it absolutely requires POVs like Endeavors, which we won’t get in pez dispenser debris, 2) there’s no one POV that could tell the full story via flashback and 3) it’d just be too long of a divergence. Like. It really is a whole fic of its own. I’d love to write it one day but I probably won’t have the time