#this hellsite has cursed me I swear

[dirtytransmasc]

when I agreed to Tumblrs terms and services, I also agreed to find the most traumatized, skrunkly, saddest, repressed and depressed, prettiest, morally reprehensible yet completely blameless little guy in every piece of media I consume in my lifetime and I must defend him with my life no matter his actions.

I watched house of the dragons, and I'm now fighting for my life to defend this little shit;

Listen, hear me out, if anyone had intervened at one of many important points of his life or shown him (or really any of Alicent's kids, cause from the looks of it, she never truly loved those kids) any amount of love or attention OR treated these kids as anything more than political pieces; this little shit may have been more than an attention seeking brat.

his whole childhood he was bullied by his big brother and his cousins (who he was constantly told were scum beneath his boots, which first off a child should never have been involved in moral politics like that at such a young age, but knowing what he did had to feel even worse when his cousins poked and prodded him), the only person who seemed to give the tiniest shit was his bitter mother, his own father played dumb to his abuse and neglect. his entire childhood he was taught that your worth was in your strength and ability, in your smarts, your dragon. so when he was always behind his brother, his cousins (the bastards), when he never had a dragon, he was made to feel lesser then. he was taunted by his own parents for acting out against the mistreatment.

Then when he makes a stupid, childish mistake (he was definitely in the wrong, but also, it kinda makes sense why he did it, he was young, stupid, and so desperate for anything to make him seem worthwhile in anyone's eyes, even if it wasn't his parents), of stealing laena's dragon from her girls, and he subsequently engages in a childish fight where more childish decisions were made that cost him his eye; he was once again treated as nothing more then a political piece, in a political race, that he is set to lose. he lost his eye and the discussion at hand became that of politics and infighting amongst a drama that had festered between his mother and aunt since they were young. what happened, from him takin the dragon to him losing his eye and everything in between never mattered, it was what stabs could be taken against either family that mattered, how Alicent could hurt Rhaenyra. it was proven once again, he as a person, didn't matter, he was just a pawn.

he grew up with no sense of self, seeing as the only people of worth were higher on the food chain, so he spent his time trying to attract any sort of attention (good or bad), and having his eye set on the race, wanting to bring himself higher so he would mean something. he was stupid and childish because he was never taught to be another way. he inherited his mother's bitterness and his father's naivety, he hid behind a mask of confidence, fighting ability, and study's. that's how he survived, that's how he had always survived, and it never worked. throughout his time on the show we see the small bit of kindness, sense of self, and humanity that remained at his premiere at around 10, be snuffed out and smothered over the course of the show. he was miserable

I think what he did to Lucerys was intentional, but in the way a child intends to kill another. deep down, I don't think that was his intention, not really. his want was surface level but it wasn't until after the deed was done he realized the true impact of his actions. they were no longer words or thoughts, it was an irreversible action that I believe his felt remorse for.

had anyone intervened in his early life, ever so slightly, I think aemond had the chance to be good and beautiful; but he was cursed from the womb, just like his brother, and just like the rest of his family. power corrupted him because he was taught power was your only value.

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I am fighting so hard for him, I am truly pulling things from my ass. I don't know why my chemically unbalanced brain has taken such an affinity to him, I shouldhate him and his smarmy little attitude. but he is just my little guy I guess, my poor little meow meow.

there were so many points in the show where I was just yelling at the screen because it was so clear to me how he could have been saved from a life of angst and anger and no one stepped up to give him a chance. I was just sitting there, begging someone to hug him or something, show him he was more then just his power. had I been their aemond would have been raised right, he would have been good and kind.

[larphis]

Remembering that Neil Gaiman is actually a part of this hellsite (affectionatly) is like waking up in a parallel universe where everyone shares their porn account with their dad.

It feels highly inappropriate, weird and uncomfortable for everyone involved, but also hilarious in a twisted way.

“Oh god, work was so exhausting today, but I wanted to let you know that I saw the gay video you added to our favorite-list and despite all odds I thought it was quite enjoyable.

…We do have to talk about that furry porn of yours though”

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Brains & Barbie!

PAIRING: Michael Gavey x fem!BIMBO!Reader

WORDS: 1,515.

SUMMARY: Polar opposites attract right? It’s science. Who knew you would fall so helplessly in love with the math geek of the century…

WARNINGS: female receiving (fingering), swearing, degradation kink, some praise kink, edging, cum play, p in v sexual intercourse, swearing.

A/N - it has been a hot minute since I wrote for an Ewan character, so forgive me I’m a little rusty.

this fic is dedicated to my soul sister @sahvlren as it was her bday recently, and she requested this specifically. I love you so very much, and am so thankful to have you as my dearest friend, boo. one day we shall meet, but for now we get freaky online! enjoy xoxox

+++ in light of the recent drama unfolding in this hellsite, I thought some good ole' smut would do no harm, right?

forgive me I shall edit this properly, but I must sleep for my night shift lol

You weren't exactly the perfect pair to exist, nor would any like minded person think it best to put you two together in a roo, let alone become intimate. And yet, so effortlessly you both meshed rather well...Michael, your "Norman No Mates" boyfriend [as he enjoyed putting it], was quite a mathematical genius. His family were somewhat stable and well off, however, he rejoiced in the idea that he worked his way into the academy, where as your situation was quite the opposite. Your father had attended Oxford and graduated, as did your grandfather, who also sponsored and funded many of its restorations and renovations. The ancient establishment owed many of its complexes to your family name, and hence, granted you a position in their literature field, warranted you did try to maintain your grades above a credit average, trimming it with a pass even...

You had tipsily stumbled upon Michael at some college party: he stood by some dark corner, a drink in hand and the other in his pocket, before you had ignorantly walked into him, mindless to your surroundings from intoxication. You had either gone to refill your drink or was seeking the bathroom [you struggle to remember the fine details of the night you had met], laughing obnoxiously at some joke your friend had uttered, before walking into the man that would ultimately make you weak in your knees.

"S-Sorry-" You softly slurred, spilling your drink on the floor, a droplet landing on your heel.

At first it sounded as though an apparent swear seemingly seethed between his curved lips, halting himself before cursing you further, as he adjusted his thin framed spectacles, marvelling at you.

"Y-You alright, love?"

The next thing you knew, you found yourself hot and heavy, heated bodies, grinding against one another, as Michael teased and etched his impressively long cock, at your silky folds. His mouth latched to your unmissable cleavage, as he suckled on your breasts like a new born babe to its mother's teat.

No man had ever made you feel more desired, and yet a fool at his beck and call. He uttered despicable taunts and jabs at you, whilst simultaneously, worshipping the ground you strut on.

"The sluttiest girl on campus just couldn't resist the cock of a geek, huh? Making her even more stupid than she is, look at you... Pathetic baby."

His words stung a compelling sensation, and yet you craved for more of his undivided attention. And seemingly, Michael granted you every fathomable bit he could muster. You were the girl beyond his dreams, needless to say, he never thought he even stood a chance with any girl, of that matter. And he as a man, beyond your tastes. However, the tension was palpable between you two, the chemistry undeniable.

You often found yourself unwittingly seeking his company, even risking your privilege in the confines of his dorm...

"How long left, Mikey. I'm s'bored!" You whinge, as you fidget and reposition yourself sprawled on your boyfriend's single-sized bed. Flinging your flip phone to the side, without a care for consequences [your parents would simply purchase a new one for you]. Despite being in somewhat sheerly covered attire, your ass cheeks just peaking through beneath your skirt, Michael barely felt the temptation to see [if he was even aware of your current outfit].

"Wait. Need to finish this equation."

His stern, unwavering voice and unfazed focus ontp the paper and textbooks before him, made your eyes roll with such annoyance, defeatedly sighing. The repetitive sound of his pencil thudding at his head, and your rhythmical humming, filled the silent void.

"Ugh- Michael, you should have just told me to not come- There was a party, I could have been at—"

"Do you not have an essay due by the end of the week?"

You contemplate for a few, solid seconds, before realising there was truth to his words. You did have an assignment due in the imminent days to come, and you had yet to begin.

"W-Well, yes... But I was hoping you would help me, handsome."

"Is that so?"

His attention still remained down, fixated on the text before him, yet his tone elevated, intrigue plaguing his words.

"I-I mean I'll still write it out, y-you just need to guide me—”

Swiftly he swivelled his entire body in the desk-top chair to turn unto you, a cheeky grin plastered across his chiselled face.

"Baby, you can barely do your times-tables, you think you can write an whole essay? Adorable..."

"But I sure know how to fuck you good. What man of your calibre can have a girl like me, say that to a man like you, huh?"

A darkness tinged in his piercing blue orbs, intently watching your every move and gesture, as he notices your hand hovering between your thighs, before disappearing beneath the short, skimpy skirt.

"Mhmm—"

Your thoughtless moans began to echo between the confined blank walls of the dorm, squirming against the neatly folded fabrics of the bed.

"And what do you think you're doing, exactly?"

Two digits continued to delve deeper between your folds, drawing slow, circular motions as your thumb remained rubbing at your clit. You had been biting your lips, only to release a moan, as you intended to respond obediently.

"M-My boyfriend's a bore, s-so I'm t-taking matters into m-my own h-hands—"

"Is that so?"

Without so much as a warning, a force pried your hands out from beneath your walls, your wetness coating your fingers and knuckles, glistening in the dim light. Within a few seconds, the emptiness between your legs vanished, as a rougher, more sizeable host embedded itself between your velvet folds.

With roughness, and vastly more pace, Michael's lengthy, slim digits began to etch deeper and deeper inside of you, pumping his fist in and out of you, as his other hand laid to rest against the mattress, propping him upright. Your hands immediately laid at your sides, firmly clenching the quilt between for some steadiness.

"Does my little slut have no patience? Brain to numb to think, she just wants to be fucked all the time, huh?"

"Y-Yes—"

Just as your ecstatic cries and moans grew more frequent, Michael's breathing sounded heavier, feeling your warm wetness making a mess all along his hands and the crevices of your entrance.

"This slut could've bent over to anyone. No-No, but she did for me, yeah? So needy for cock, she didn't even learn her times tables, huh?"

"I-I need you, M-Mikey—"

A third long digit shoved itself deeper into your tight hole, panting beneath your grip as you felt yourself fervently clench around him.

"That's right, princess. You need me. No man is worthy of this pretty cunt of yours, I earned it."

As you felt yourself progressively lose all your senses. gaining traction to the heat stirring below, Michael's sudden release felt cathartic. Watching him lick and lap every inch of your wetness lingering over his hand, made you feel delectable. Your lustful eyes searched below, for a fleeting second, you caught the growing commotion in his pants, as the bulge was evident, its shadow against the restricted fabric. As he tasted the last drop, a snarky smirk expanded across his handsome face, before beginning to unbelt and unbutton his beige trousers.

"C'mon princess, spread those legs like you always do, like you were born to do. Such a fucking whore, that's all you were meant for. Meant for me."

Aligning himself so effortlessly perfect against your, his reddened tip blushed against your sight, teasing your silky folds. His veins throbbed with excitement, almost palpable between your sensitive entrance, its length girth suddenly plunging itself ever so slowly inside of you.

With a first, rough shove, delving himself completely inside of you, his balls hitting at your rear, an escape of a low grunt vibrated against his lips, that remained hovering over your soft skin. Michael kept himself steadily propped atop of you: with each thrust, equally time and paced, his weight began to drop over you, applying the pressure down from above with his cock inside of you.

"The most perfect cunt, for the most perfect girl. And it's mine."

"M-Michael—"

"S-Stastically we a-are an anomaly, b-but my princess f-found me, like a good girl—”

“A-Anomaly?"

A deep, growling chuckle escaped his lips, his pace growing sloppier as he attempted to articulate: despite Michael having you weak in the knees in bed, he was still somewhat new at the act of sex. Struggling to juggle with the need to fuck and the need to explain, his lean, tall figure cowering over you, his eyes shut with ecstasy momentarily, before opening to glare and marvel at you breathlessly. Your lips latched onto his neck and collarbones in between your moans, intently sucking at his tender flesh, desperate to taste him, to leave remnants of your physical love, strewed across his body. Desperate to savour every inch of him.

"An odd couple, baby. B-But you take me so fucking well—"

"Mhmm—"

"There's no going back now, Princess..."

credit for divider - @/prettypixels-love

[badmoonrose]

woe, hp dash simulator be upon ye

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"it's weird to speculate about whether someone has lycanthropy" my brother in merlin his name is myron wagtail i think he knows that we know

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V*ldemort has been dead for 15 slutty, slutty years.

#so scared that the v*ldy apologists are gonna find this post and think it's for them #blood supremacists dni

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lowkey does anyone else feel like this world was designed by a weird bigot or sumn haha

#like. #did anyone else go to a school where they made a huge deal of how boys are magically locked out of the girls' dorms #and then the admin acted like theyve never heard of trans ppl b4??

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🐰transgirlanimaga Follow

did my vent post seriously get flagged as mature im going to cast an unforgivable on a staff member.

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Harry Potter's parents were 21????

🐶alchemisttboy Follow

they shouldve been at the clubbbbbb

🍄dementorkink Follow

they were in hiding what did you want them to do?? lmao

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i mentioned tumblr to this hot muggle girl and she asked for my blog how do i tell her i was talking about wixen tumblr without breaking the statute

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we need to dismantle the statute so that i can get hot girls to follow me on tumblr. and for muggle rights i guess. whatever.

#i can smell the notes calling me a death eater from here. #bro im literally a half-blood. its called a joke.

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💀lockhartstannie-deactivated20170830

um??? @wizardstaff op is literally promoting the use of unforgivables how the heck is this still up

🎆celestinywarbitch Follow

WOE, obliviation be upon ye

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i was joking i swear i was joking why tf did they deactivate.

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date of origin: august 30, 2017

#dark arts #curses and hexes #that time we all thought you could curse someone through tumblr. what a hellsite.

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im at yo bm crib throwin bernie bott's at yo kid head full speed

[celestial-sapphicss]

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE 💖🥳🌹I hope this year is full of kindness, warmth, strength, hope and positivity for you ✨

i can't believe it's been only a little more than an year for me on this hellsite. i already love all of the people here 🥺

i grateful that that we had @badbuddyweek @badbuddyrewatch this year!!! most definitely the highlights for me 🫣

i loved everyone's edits/gifsets/creations (y'all are so talented), and the meta posts and the fics (the brains!!!!!), and they truly made my year!

i discovered ton of different shows this year, and watching them along with everyone here talking about it definitely made me like those shows more!

some of my favourite shows/movies that i saw this year were: the gifted series, cherry magic movie, fathers movie, semantic error, vice versa, enchante, the eclipse, 55:15 never too late, baker boys, kieta hatsukoi, light on me, the player, not me, everything I'm currently watching and definitely bad buddy!

tagging some blogs/people who made my year 10x better! @justafriend-ql @gooseras @dramavibes @naravits @telomeke-bbs @singharit @prans-pat @piningintrovert @ardentlytess @tutontawan @deshimango @dimpledpran @talays-portkey @i-got-the-feels @billlkin @actually-yikes @7nessasaryevils @phukaoapologist @grapejuicegay @cankersoregirl @lovelyghostv @surajmukhis @pranpats @tipsyjaehyun @pranparakul @freensrcha @icouldhyperfixatehim @ghostvalleymasters @laowen @lanzhans @machikeita @tachineko @seeking-moonscapes @dribs-and-drabbles @absolutebl @airenyah @maggiecheungs @wahgifs @baifengxis @smittenskitten @dangermagnetstrand @ahxu-laowen @oldfashioncupcakes @casualavocados @cubedmango @spicyvampire @heretherebedork @kaonoppakao and literally everyone else (the tag limit 😡)

i can't wait for this new year to bring a lot of great shows to us so all of us can collectively lose our minds over them yet again (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

something below the cut for people who didn't have the best of 2022 and some dose of hope & strength.

so, i did not have a particularly great 2022. i could only get through it safe and sane because of the loveliest person that my mother is.

she wrote something for me for the new year's, and I'd love to share it with everyone who had a difficult 2022. (consider it a bearhug from my mom & i).

मैं प्रार्थना करती हूँ, अपने बच्चे के लिए, वो आने वाले साल को, जी भर जियें।

जो रोष मिलें हैं जिंदगी से, उसे स्वीकार कर आगे बढ़े।

दुखद स्मृतियों को भुला पाएं, सुखद समृतियों को हँस कर याद करें।

कठोर ना बने, पर कोमल भी ना रहें।

चलना ही है सर उठा कर, ये बस याद रहे।

दुख उन्हें तोड़े ना।

जिंदगी का एक पहलू लगे, कोई ना हो, उनकी माँ है साथ, ये भी हमेशा याद रहे।

अपने जीवन को धिक्कारें ना, उस से जी भर प्यार करें।

रास्ते खोजें उस पर बढ़ें, और जीवन को स्वीकार करें।

translation: i pray for my child to live the coming year to the fullest. accept whatever hardships & pain this life has given you and have the strength to move on. have the strength to forget the painful memories, and remember the happy memories with laughter. do not become cruel, but do not remain tender either (so that people walk over you). remember, that you should walk with your head held high! hope that the pain doesn't break you. if it ever feels like there's no one for you, always remember that you have your mother (parent/guardian) with you. i hope you don't curse your life, love it to the fullest. find & explore your way/path, move forward on it, and accept your life.

skksksk the translated version seems a lot like toxic positivity bs but i swear its not, it full of love and strength and hope and respect.

[short-circuit-the-great]

I was tagged by @magic-ace in this post where they wanted me to answer all of them, so here it is:

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

A classic tale of "my favorite character didn't get enough screen time" led to this.

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

Give it a 5. I don't mind it but it's difficult to focus on the proofreading side of it.

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🔥🔥🌞🔥🔥

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

@magic-ace @mecha-milkers @i-am-an-omen

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

I haven't finished it, but Descent by Zakharie.

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?

Zero.

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

@brockendrems

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?

Original characters. Reader inserts aren't for me.

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

I will share one of my favorite taekwondo stories from many years ago because I think it is funny. Two different short dads I was sparring with managed to accidentally nail me in the face with the same kick on two different occasions, months apart. (You cannot hit the face in taekwondo but going for a headshot it happens a lot.) The first time miraculously didn't knock out any teeth but my upper lip got stuck in my braces and I had to rip it out while laughing maniacally. I looked like a corpse for weeks. The second time was straight in the nose, so my nose is still slightly crooked and makes a crunchy noise if I wiggle it to this day.

Both of the dads felt terrible but I was a teenage boy so I thought blood on my uniform was cool.

The "short dad curse" was real for a bit there and the only reason it hasn't continued is because I am now the short dad myself.

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?

I don't have this problem.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Knock Out and Breakdown roughhouse a lot.

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

Reblog my shit with silly tags.

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

I'm learning to animate, which is cool.

I'm feeling a little more hopeful about finishing my degree.

My friends are wonderful.

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

I don't use the notes app.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

I know better than to share that on this hellsite.

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Typical murder-related writing searches.

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

I got a small notebook to write tasks in, things I've done, what and when I ate, etc. This has been very helpful for memory loss and blackouts.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

Don't have one, but one of these days I want to write something more hopeful, something along the lines of a 2010s-era superhero cartoon but as a novel. Don't have a plot for that one yet. It's rotating in my head, though.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

One of the best pieces of writing advice I ever heard was "give yourself permission to suck." When you sit down to write you can't be fixated on making it perfect the first time. All your first draft has to do is exist. Anything you write down you can change later, but you gotta get it down first.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

My roommate and I keep saying "inch resting" and "ingredience" to each other.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Any.

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

He makes admittedly funny puns. That's it. That's all I'm giving Silas.

🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told?

I don't lie except for safety.

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

Grief.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

A few.

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing

Don't give my characters enough time to "rest"--it's one crisis after the other. That's the way I like it but someone get em therapy what the hell

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises?

It depends what kind.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

She barely made it halfway down to the gallows before something slammed into her, knocking her into the side of the building and shattering a line of windows. The crowd gasped and looked up, and then all Suncatcher could see was shadows and broken glass and the gun someone shoved into her face.

“If you can’t sit back and watch nicely,” Crossfire said, “then you can’t watch at all.”

“Go to hell,” Suncatcher said, and the blades on her forearms snapped out and stabbed into Crossfire’s midsection.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

Thought ShortCircuit would be a good pen name for Transformers fanfic. It eventually became a new pen name overall, though I still use NobleRunaway in other spaces.

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

@magic-ace @mecha-milkers @i-am-an-omen I love you guys so much. May your pancakes always be fresh.

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

So remember when I answered one of these with "grief"

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

This doodle of Knock Out because it speaks to me.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

I wrote an entire rant and deleted it because the internet can't read. But there is something and it falls under mischaracterization.

[paramnesiagirl]

What Exactly Makes a 'Tumblr Sexyman'?

Or, diving into the deep intricacies of what people find attractive, and don't.

Neil Gaiman once said that there can only exist two types of people: tedious, and charming. No good, no evil, no grey, only compelling. And his word has become gospel in writing, but the same can hold true, for marketing.

Part 1: Measuring Success in Bones

I call upon the Apollyon class Tumblr Sexyman, Sans Undertale himself. The skeleton without any of the usual parts, that managed to capture the hearts of far too many people. Despite Toby Fox's Undertale releasing in 2015, I swear I still catch glimpse of at least one new soundtrack remix— featuring Sans, of course— everyday, on BiliBili's hot new song releases chart.

Undertale's success, while mostly due to its unique mechanics and meta-gameplay, can also be significantly attributed to this singular, titular, character. Polygon declared him one of the best video game characters of his decade, with his amazing boss fight and dialogue also being ranked highly by IGN. He's been added into Nintendo's official roster of Mii fighters in Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, his soundtrack 'Megalovania' was played in front of the pope, and of course, he was declared the "Ultimate Tumblr Sexyman" in the year of our lord, 2022.

What exactly is a 'Tumblr Sexyman'?

If you're new to this hellsite, it's to describe fictional characters that have captured the hearts— or other parts— of a large fanbase, despite not being conventionally attractive. They often range from understandable, like Mob Psycho's Arataka Reigen, to insane, like the floating triangle, BIll Cipher, from Gravity Falls.

Other than the Onceler (from the Lorax movie, and a cursed topic for another day), Sans is the only one on the wiki to have ever achieved 'Apolloyon' status. Which is described as, per the site itself, as a:

"Once-in-a-generation phenomena. The characters that you couldn't escape, no matter if you cared about (or even knew about) the media they're from. The characters who not only transcended their fandom, but created their own."

A media icon, a darling of the internet. This generation's Michael Jackson or Elvis Presely, albeit in skeletal form.

But unlike those two, there shouldn't be any reason why people would love Sans so much. Surely, even if a large swath of the internet are freaks, there shouldn't be this many weirdos, right?

Well, you're not entirely wrong.

The dear friends of mine that introduced me to their Undertale obsessions in the first place, probably wouldn't lay their hands on just any kind of bone, but I know that they'd make a special exception, just for him.

See, Sans is indicative of a larger trend. An evolution of the old school, and still widely utilised, marketing strategy of 'sex appeal'. Sexypedia (the Tumblr Sexyman wiki) attempts to categorise these characters based on a wide variety of tropes and standard features such as 'Perpetual Smiler', 'Distinctive Voice', 'Well-Dressed', and 'Egotistical', just to name a few. However, even they hold the opinion that there isn't any one thing that makes a character so interesting.

For example, other than 'Duality', Sans and the Onceler do not share any other matching tropes on their listed wikis. Odd, considering their near equal levels of success. They're from different franchises entirely, different media types, very different designs, etc. etc.

So... what gives?

~

Part 2 coming soon

[selamat-linting]

tumblr might be THE hellsite but facebook is my personal hellsite. i swear growing up with it has ruined my brain in more ways than tumblr ever ruined me. like, tumblr is where the cursed content is, but facebook is where my friends at. look at the things i do on fb :

-rejected someone after they asked me out in a PUBLIC GROUP CHAT (it was unpleasant and cringe for everyone involved)

-argued over my right to make rape jokes (to be fair, the one who told me off reasoned its because its improper for girls to say rape so casually instead of having more respect for sexual abuse victims)

-talked someone out of suicide twice (i also did this on ff.net and ao3 lmao)

-got groomed and mistakenly thought i just scored myself a mature foreigner boyfriend on my first try

-spammed the pacman and penguin emoji until i got kicked out

-had the worst argument with one of my best friend because i befriended her online boyfriend and she got jealous.

-bullied an infp off an intp group because she dared making a post in our space (im still ashamed of this one)

-befriended my highschool literature teacher on facebook of all places

-did hxh roleplays

-develop a parasocial hate with this girl in school because she typed in l33tsp34k instead of using perfect grammar and punctuation

-told a mother of two to seek professional help because her husband was abusive

[justagirlinafandomworld]

I did quite a bit of reading this month and hope you will have as much fun reading and sharing these stories as I have! Again, I want to say a great big THANK YOU to the writers on this list. You are incredible, thank you for sharing your works on this hellsite. ❤️

This list is alphabetical by fandom (mostly), then by character. Summaries and warnings are included as provided by the authors.

Read what you like and share what you love!

2022 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

The Mandalorian

Fever in my Eyes by @221bshrlocked Din Djarin x Reader Felucia was not an ideal planet to track a quarry on and you find yourself in a sticky situation when you lose sight of the Mandalorian for a moment. An unexpected standoff between Mando and the bounty leads to you escaping back to the Razor Crest, unaware of the pollen which seeped into your nostrils and past your skin. What will the bounty hunter do once he realizes what you’re asking of him? And more importantly, is it worth risking whatever relationship he has with you? Warnings: Smut and Angst, my two faves. Blindfold. Breeding Kink!!! Things are consensual from both sides but since this is a sex pollen fic, some of you might consider it as non/con so please proceed with caution.

unfold me by @221bshrlocked Din Djarin x Female Reader Warnings: Hypothermia. Naked “cuddling.” Confessions. And just an overall emotional bucket of feels.

Marvel

Bad Date by @firefly-in-darkness Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Your date isn’t going well but a chance encounter with the Mafia King of Brooklyn changes your view on how your night is turning out.. Warnings: 18+, Smut, Swearing, Mafia/Mob vibes, mentions of violence, Sex, Praise, Degradation.

Dearly Beloved by @indyluckycharlie Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Female Reader Against your will and your wishes, your powerful mafia father has arranged your marriage to the son of his closest ally. You have other plans. Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Violence. Threats of violence. Murder and implied murder.

the forest by @avintagekiss24 Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader You wake up in a strange, magical place. All alone, you start to walk and find that you aren’t the only one wandering the trees. warnings: language words, smut, sex, sex pollen kinda, animal transformation, grumpy bucky, angst/horror?, fae/faries, fairy tale vibes

Sundress by @princessmisery666 Steve Rogers x Female Reader Steve buys you a present, but it’s more for him. Warnings: smut, dom!Steve, language.

Last Laugh by @boxofbonesfic Steve Rogers x Comedian!Reader Your jokes land you in some hot water with their subject–Captain America. Turns out, America’s golden boy’s a bit of a bully–and you kind of like it. Warnings: Mean Steve, Sub!Reader, Smut, Light BDSM, Semi-public sex, MINORS DNI

Daisy Safe, Rose Wild by @kellyn1604 Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!OFC Steve Rogers is an Alpha on a mission. Find his wayward omega and bring her to heel. What he doesn’t count on is her determined spirit to bring him to his knees. Warnings- Soft! Dark. Non-violent non-con/dub-con. Angst, reluctance, estrous, knotting, claiming, a ton of explicit smut. No wolves or talk of pups…they’re people with a/b/o designations.

Let My Heart Bleed by @xbuchananbarnes Steve Rogers x Female Reader (she/her) Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference. part of the you are the sun universe but can be read as a stand-alone.Warnings: S M U T,angst (an almost break up. Sorry about that, I’ve been on my feels), fluff, cursing, poorly edited. This takes place about seven months after CW (yay for nomad!Steve).

Reflection by @musingsinmoonlight Thor x Female Reader Your lover - with the help of the stupidly large mirror you own - shows you just how desirable you really are to him... Warnings: Smut! Dirty talk. Insecurities (kind of). Sex in front of a mirror. Soft Dom Thor. 18+ ONLY PLEASE AND FUCKING THANK YOU.

Supernatural

Angel with a Shotgun by @gone-to-fight-the-fairies Castiel x Reader Castiel comes to the reader’s aid when she is put in danger because of his harbored feelings toward her. Warnings: none provided

Missing in Action by @talesmaniac89 Dean Winchester x Reader Dean, was hit by a spell cast by an apparently lovesick witch. And though your little group tries to keep him from her, he breaks free. Breaking your heart along the way. Warnings: Heartbreak, jealousy, betrayal, break up, ANGST, injuries, gunshots, blood, possible death, gun violence.

Need Me by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x OFC Sam is gone. Dean isn’t coping well but Emily can’t leave him.  Warnings: Grieving, smut, angst, smangst, angry Dean, alcoholism, toxic relationship, language, cheating (maybe).

Shared Grief (3 parts) by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x OFC Dean and Emily seek comfort together in their shared grief over losing Sam. In their desperation, they may be doing more hurt than healing. Disaster and salvation surprise them both. But all choices come with a price. Part 1 Warnings: smut, angst, grieving, cheating (sort of), bad decisions, betrayal, suicide mention, fluff, language, alcoholism, show level violence mentioned,

Whatcha Got There? by @fluffiest-dreams Dean Winchester x Reader (she/her) old artifacts, Dean being cute, shenanigans Warnings: none

Not a Dry Pair by @deanwinchesterswitch Rockstar!Dean Winchester x Female Reader A fun little glossed-over glimpse into the life of a 'groupie'. Warnings: 18+ NSFW, language, smut with practically no plot

Wasted by @girl-next-door-writes Dean Winchester x Reader You gave up everything for your happy ever after but what if your true happiness is sat drinking himself into oblivion in a bunker? Warnings: none provided

Hello Hello by @fluffiest-dreams Dean Winchester x Reader (she/her) Dean liked to suprise Y/N. Especially if he found a fun weakness in the process. Warnings: none provided

Run To You by @deanwinchesterswitch Dean Winchester x OFC Disillusioned by the world around her, Kasey has chosen to live a life of solitude. Accused of a crime he didn't commit, Dean escapes custody. On the run from the law and out to prove his innocence, he stumbles headlong into Kasey's life. The fateful encounter sets them on a winding path of desire, heartbreak, and perhaps the most incredible love they've ever known. However, time and the law are not on their side. Warnings: Angst, fluff, slow-burn, language, panic attack detailed (near end of story). Each chapter will have its own warnings.

I'm Not Mad by @fluffiest-dreams Jack Kline, Reader (she/her) Jack was still a child. Some things proved that more than others. Pure fluff Warnings: general spoilers for season 13, lil bit of Jack being insecure

Don't Die by @fluffiest-dreams Sam Winchester x Reader (she/her) Y/N wanted to go on a hunt with Dean while Sam had to stay back with an injured leg. Neither of them was happy about it Warnings: fighting, brief misunderstanding, fluff

I Keep My Promises by @fluffiest-dreams Sam Winchester x Reader (she/her) Sam and Dean had just smoked out a nest of vampires when the two survivers decided to get revenge by kidnapping Y/N. Warnings: canon typical violence, kidnapping, angst, decapitation, blood (but I promise a happy ending)

Crossovers

I'll Be Seeing You by @navybrat817 Spy!Ari Levinson x Female Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Ari has to let you go until a threat gives him a reason to come home. Warnings: Slight angst, break-up, adult themes, slight possessive behavior, Ari Levinson, (he is a warning)

American Beauty / American Psycho by @cockslut-padalecki Soldier Boy x Female Reader x Nomad!Steve Rogers Y/N wakes up to what should be every woman’s fantasy— sandwiched between the heroes of America as their own personal fuck toy. Warnings: Soldier Boy/Steve’s love/hate relationship, explicit sexual content, dub-con, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), double penetration, anal play, anal sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, mentions of oral sex (female and male receiving), deep throating, a little slapping, degradation, threats of cream pies to every orifice, 18+.

Other Characters

Nothin' Short of a Miracle by @starks-hero Roy O'Bannon x Female Reader The last person Roy knew that caught tuberculosis didn’t see the next month. But you’re strong and Roy doesn’t plan on giving up on you as long as you’re still fighting. Warnings: depictions of serious illness, a little bit of angst, fluff

RPF

Snack? by @jawritter Jensen Ackles x Female Reader The new Alpha on set wants you to take his “new’ face for a spin, and who the fuck can you tell him now? Warnings: Face riding, Possessive  behavior I guess? ABO dynamics, male masturbation. Light dirty talk. Language. Is it cheating if he has permission?

[theyarebothgunshot]

The questions at cons are getting boring anyways otherwise I wouldn't suggest it. But maybe someone should just ask "on a scale of all-my-pictures-live-in-the-cloud to i-have-an-entire-room-dedicated-to-scrapbooking where are you"?

god please no, nobody ask anything like this everrrr first rule about cockles is we don't talk about cockles etc etc (but yeah i do agree the con questions are getting boring)

more after the cut

I am 99% sure i remember someone had found an app that created that border at some point, and i know it was posted in a random reply on twitter, so not too many people must have seen that discovery. idk why that's so important to me but I've been trying to find that app for an hour now, i still haven't sadly!! I need this to find peace because i literally could swear it was from an app, even with that little tilt and those weird imperfect corners and all

now that you mention it, i do remember seeing a post about this...... though i don't remember if i was convinced it was that app or not lmao but yeah it's possible!

weighing in as well: the photo with danneel definitely has one of the old instagram frames, they removed them some years ago but some of my old ig pictures do have that same frame. the two anniversary pictures, i can’t really tell though because of the quality, it could be that frame on both which then were stitched together (but then that would mean a whole lot of trouble to make that one collage)

oh really?? in my mind the background on all three pics is the same but maybe it's slightly different idk.

listen i am a tinhatter as much as anybody can be—THOSE BITCHES IN LOVE—but i just neeeeed someone to know (and you're my favorite blog on this whole hellsite so im very sorry but im going to curse you with this) how fucking funny i would find it if the truth was jensen and misha are infact totally hetero, not even a little bit into each other—like, they truly and openly explored the idea with each other, really took it into consideration and were uncharacteristically open about feelings and attractions, and went 'ehhh nah sorry not for me' 'oh thank god i thought i was going to have to figure out how to let you down easy'—and that j&d are rigidly monogamous, but they do these things and perform these.. hmm.. displays.. utterly on purpose, fully aware of everything they do and the way we will interpret it, specifically BECAUSE we are so.. us.. about it. queerbaiting irl, acting in love so hard they've practically caused a cult—i KNOW cockles discourse has led at least one set of friends to come to actual physical blows, ive seen second-hand the fallout and damage of our beloved green blue conspiracy between believers and nonbelievers—just for shits and giggles. queerbaiting even harder than the nEtWoRk, just bc it's funny to them personally. that is both the worst timeline and by far my favorite timeline. i don't believe anything ive just said for a single second, but my sides hurt from laughing about it.

im also thinking about the fact that like. idk if we would have caught on as much, or at least in the numbers we did, if the show had just let the gays be gay on screen. many of us wouldn't be going "BUT WHY CHEMISTRY. WHY STARING. WHY SO CLOSE TOGETHER. WHY KISS FACE. WHY UNICORN LAUGH." if they had just said "uhh, because gay." like there would not have been much reason for most people to look deeper, there would not have been any reason for people who hate rps to be like "well, but.. i mean.. reluctantly, i cannot deny that the cards are all on the table.. they're.. uhh.. like, they're in love. duh." and the cockles community would be MUCH smaller and more niche. also an objectively horrible idea, also objectively hilarious. this one i do believe. not that they wouldn't be.. them.. like, they'd still be all mmlahh for each other, but they'd have a much more private relationship if not for the cdubs homophobia. and actually those of us that would ken it regardless of the show would probably have a lot more content if those two/three weren't under such incredible scrutiny. damn it.

anyway i am so sorry, you absolutely didn't ask for any of this but god its making me laugh out loud to think about so i hope it makes you laugh too!

lmaooo thank you it did make me laugh and also thanks for the compliment <3 yes i am sure jensen's on stage boners were all an act sfshfshf on a more serious note i do think i personally would still be as invested in perceiving them even if they did full on went for destiel in spn, but that's just me.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hey lovlie.. maybe a silly question but hope you can help me out. In regards to the rating of fics (on AO3), what's the difference between explicit and mature? I like to have the fics as smutty as possible but of course with plot, and have been only reading explicit cause i was told Mature dont have much smut in them. But i am coming across many fics whose summaries are really intriguing but are rated mature and idk what do u think? Btw.If a fic is not rated, is it the same as General rating?

Hi Nonny!

Ah, there’s a post somewhere on this hellsite that gave a pretty good description of it by using envelopes, but I for the life of me can’t find it, so I’m going to try my best to explain the differences to MY understanding:

G = General fics: essentially anything that has nothing more explicit than hugs and pecks and soft kisses. Pretty much anything you wouldn’t mind anyone reading.

T = Can contain a bit of swears and background violence, and off-screen implied sex but basically like those movies that imply it, cut-off, and you’re in the scene right after, where they are at the next location. Basically anything in a PG movie, is what you can find in a T fic.

So here’s where we get pedantic, because M and E fics are both smut-allowed, but the BIGGEST difference is “how graphic is it?”

M = Mature themes, like violence, sex, etc. is allowed under this umbrella, but it usually is not graphic, like... you can say “they touched each other sensually, and orgasm overtook Sherlock” but not “they touched each other sensually, John’s fingers up his Sherlock’s arse, finding the hidden nub that would make Sherlock scream in pleasure when he came”. BIG difference.

E = Graphically explaining EVERYTHING. 

So yeah, that’s literally it. I’ve read a TONNE of M-rated fics and they’ve had sex scenes in them, and the only difference is this:

“John had a beautiful penis, one that Sherlock promptly suckled to pleasure.”; verses

“John had a huge, throbbing cock, its head purple and leaking copiously. His bollocks sat heavily beneath it, making Sherlock’s mouth water in anticipation. Sherlock groaned hungrily as he took all of John’s cock into his mouth, its girth stretching his mouth wide as the cock bypassed his gag reflex and sat tightly in his throat. John grabbed Sherlock’s hair, thrusting roughly as Sherlock made beautiful, wet noises of approval. John felt his bollocks tighten, and tried to warn Sherlock before reaching his peak, but it only encouraged Sherlock to suckle harder. John cursed loudly, and came like a firehose down Sherlock’s throat, the excess cum dribbling out of Sherlock’s mouth, down his chin, and dripping onto his own needy cock, now slick with with his own pre-cum, waiting eagerly to be fondled by John’s strong, clever fingers into ecstasy”. 

Ahem. Sorry got carried away. 

THE POINT I’m trying to make: Don’t skip out on a fic just because of the rating. Seriously, I love G rated fics just as much as an E-Rated fic. They’re all special in their own way. PLEASE, read the M fics! I’ve read fics where “cock” and “bollocks” and “ass” are all still part of the fics, they’re just... less messy, LOL. Yeah, that’s it. M fics are beautiful sensual stories. E fics are beautiful MESSY sensual stories, LOL.

So yeah, read them. I PROMISE you won’t be disappointed.

Unless of course you WANT all the cum and cocks and toys and whatever else floats your boat, LOL. You can get quite creative when you’re avoiding being descriptively messy, LOL

[casualantiheroism]

Some of you have never recognized that if you're the hero of your story then you're the villain in someone else's and it shows.

Realtalk. I think about my dad a lot and I worry that I am going to end up like him.

Like, a lot. An uncomfortable fucking amount. Because I can see conditioned behaviors in myself that he did to me and while I can recognize that I am abused, I am the product of an abusive childhood, that doesn't excuse the notion that without conscious effort I can become an abuser too.

I have. It takes me a lot to recognize it but I have been that abuser and what pisses me the fuck off about abuse recovery is that people barely mention this or it's glossed over quickly and damn it I need to fucking know <i>how people are coping with that shit</i>.

Here's why X has been a terrible fucking person. Now let's pity X and here's a fifty page dossier about why X is absolutely fucking soft and deserves all of our love and I just...I can't get out of that head space and I'm scared I'm never going to?

Like yes, okay. X deserves love but is me needing to acknowledge that X has the capacity to be a fucking asshole me just not acknowledging X needs love? Or is it me trying to deal with a ridiculous fucking trust issue?

I don't trust people who look too good, are too clean, or come back too easy from that shit and to be fucking honest I don't think any type of pop culture media will ever accurately portray healing from abuse in a healthy manner period. Which sucks because this country/society/whatthefuckever stigmatizes mental health so much and puts so much empathsis on individual identity and consumption and opinion that nobody wants to go back and help anybody else.

You fucking heal from that shit and you move the fuck on. And that's why it keeps happening.

It's always a shock to read about celebrities who have survived abusive childhoods and backgrounds because they don't share it until they write a tell all book. I get it. I really do but damn it how hard would it have been to fucking come back and help the rest of us?

Great. You got away from your dad Gordon Ramsey, Bob Iger, Ming Na Wen, half a dozen other brave af people who barely mention it. You healed. How fucking hard would it be for you to just talk to people about it? "I've been there it'll be okay you'll come back. I've been that angry, I've been scared, I have hurt and hurt others but I got through it. Here's how'

The simple answer is 'you shouldn't force another human being to relive their trauma' and I honestly believe it's because humanity somehow will not admit that we ourselves can be a very abusive species. Racism, sexism, you assign an ism to abuse and it's not abuse anymore but the scars of what it does are still there. They leave the same scars, they need the same healing, they need the same apologies.

I think, it's a defense mechanism. It's a fervent belief that we can get better so we lie. We want to be better so bad we perpetuate this.

We lie because an abusive victim shouldn't be able to become an abuser.

But they do

We lie because a parent should never hurt a child, it is an aberration in the natural order.

But they do.

We lie because we cannot admit to others that in pursuit of the individual we have forgotten other people.

But we do.

It's kind of a sobering realization but damn it I beg you, dear reader. I implore you on this fucking hellsite, in the wasteland of the internet, face up to the fact that you are capable of terrible fucking shit and if you overcome that then fucking educate those who come after you and reach a hand down to those who are struggling that's more then just 'buck up kiddo'

It's like fucking calling the suicide hotline, the domestic abuse hotline, any of these hotlines. It's supposed to be some weird step to encourage independence right?

Ok. If encouraging independence is what we've been doing why the FUCK is abuse, racism, sexism, ableism, and all the other isms STILL happening?

If I ever get out of this hole, if I can ever stand on solid ground, I swear on everything that is holy I will lower a goddamn rope and bring people up and show them tangibly that I am a fallible human being and that it is okay to make mistakes, to slip, and that recovery isn't just about empowering yourself it is about empowering those who come after you.

And yet. I am cursed to wonder. Is assuming that total fucking healing isn't possible a lie? Am I still believing what my dad said, that I'm a demanding selfish monster? Am I believing that I am an animal like he said when he made me sleep outside like a dog?

That's where the individuality comes in maybe. I chose not to be that because I cannot will not leave anybody in this hole and I don't know if what I'm doing is wrong because I have no basis for comparison since NOBODY TALKS ABOUT THIS SHIT IN FUCKING DETAIL.

In short.

Fuck your holier then thou victimhood. When you heal, a real healed person goes back for the people they left behind. I don't give a shit if you're an 80 year old granny. Face your fucking pain. There are kids, adults, other grandparents who need you to do it. Until you stand you leave people behind.

To not acknowledge the good and the bad is what keeps people in situations like whatever you endured. And large, LARGE swaths of the human population do this. Most of them.

Is this abuse? What I'm saying? Yes. It's asking people to relive painful moments in their lives. It's listening. If you never walk on a broken leg again however it's not going to heal right.

People need you healed. They need you healed because they need you to walk back and lift them up. Live together but die alone.

Hi. I am capable of abuse. I am an abuse victim who has been and is still working on not being abusive to others. I want to be anti-racist, anti-sexist, anti-abelist. One day I hope to be able to tack onto this that people can reach out to me and I will help them.

I pledge to work so that day will be soon.

[luckycaricature]

Just so everyone knows, I was in on bana’s little “fake leaked images” thing, I reblogged it saying in the tags “haha I know I was nervous before, but I’m excited now” because I knew it was fake

Cannon Galekh Friendsim Confirmed has me concerned again

And he’s allowed to be a bad character, don’t get me wrong, I like Kuprum ffs, and Vriska is like my favorite Beta Troll, and they are both REALLY TERRIBLE

But I swear to the fucking horrerterrors if he’s any worse than that, if he’s one of these “incel” things you jerks like to throw around all the time, I will personally murder everyone on this hellsite with my bare hands

Things have been emotionally chaotic for me as of late and I can not endure another cursed route, I can NOT, you can not do this to Troll Santa, I swear I will not be able to take it, and I hate everyone on this site for making me afraid of this route, GOD.

[denialanderror]

Okay so this is probably going to be the most sincere post I’ve ever made (and quite possibly the last sincere post I ever make). It’s been one hell of a year but I’ve gotten to know a bunch of you, be it your posts on my dash making me laugh or having conversations about god knows what at 1am. I think it’s safe to say tumblr has taken over a huge chunk of my life (sadder words have never been said) so here’s to all of you bozos.

@imhereforbvcky​ I had to start with you. We’ve been talking for over a year now and still you put up with my shitty humour and pestering snapchats. God, you take the piss sometimes though. But I’m glad you dish out what you receive, I don’t know if we’d still be talking constantly if you didn’t. Except also fuck you because we’ve now gotten to the point where I’ll see something (ahem cereal) on Amazon and I can’t help but send it to your door. It’s an issue. But on a more serious note, 2017 has fucking kicked my ass and I think I can safely say that it would have been far far worse if I didn’t have you to rant to and support me through it all. You’re a fucking gem, Mee. And I sincerely hope 2018 is a little kinder on the both of us.

@rotisserierogers Oh kumi, you give hard ons in my heart (I’m still laughing at organ boners). I think it’s safe to say that whenever I need to Yell™ I head to you. You’re somehow the both aggressive and motivational and it’s incredible. You were one of the Big Blogs I took my head out of my ass to speak to and I haven’t looked back since. You’ve ruined my sense of humour (who the fuck am I kidding though it never made any sense) and it’s been a wild fucking ride but thank fuck for you and your shit ass sense in food (rasmalai ftw). But hoe. Please. For the safety of everyone around you. Stay away from the kitchen. Come to my house for gods sake and let me feed you just... stay away from the stove. We’ll bring our son. It’ll be great. 

@whothehellisbella​ Okay you’re a talented piece of shit and I hate you for it. But honestly, thank you for pushing me to be Extra™ whenever I can and for letting me yell about theatre! You’re a sweet little fuck but a sassy fuck and I’m so glad I can call you all the curses under the sun and you’ll just be like “no u, hoe” without batting an eye. It’s great. I think you were one of the first people I spoke to? Idk i’m getting old, either way you’re an absolute doll, you are genuinely supportive and such a kind soul and I wanna thank you for putting up with me. But also pls teach me your selfie ways i stfg I have no idea how to un-potato myself. 

@poealsobucky Oh boy. Michelle. What a fucking ride. I’m still not over how awkward my first message to you was, the fact that you still spoke to me after that mess is beyond me (fuck you Mee). But you’re one of the nicest, most understanding people I’ve met on this hellsite. You understand my insane ramblings and the motive behind my bitchy moods and you deserve so much more. I wanna thank you for letting me feel safe to message you about literally anything and everything without fear of being judged. We didn’t speak until later in the year but I adore you and your wise-beyond-your-years advice. Now go get yo’self a glass of wine, you deserve it.

@mynameisnoelle We started speaking after Michelle showed me your username and I thought “that’s so fucking smart! I love it!” Too bad you’re a dumbass irl. Okay but no, I fucking love you, Noelia. You’re literally just as insane as me and it’s magical. Thank you for letting me spam you with whatever is taking over my life on any given day and for screaming along with me about things (babies and dogs, mostly). And I swear to god girl, if I ever get to Spain, we are meeting up. 

@buckys-fossil Sam! Sweet, gorgeous Sam. First of, thank you for the lipstick good god it changed my life. And thank you for being just as excitable as me about the dumbest shit (although I’m still going to force you to read Harry Potter) and encouraging my insanity. Your videos of your dog always make my day a little brighter and I’m not even going to deny stalking your instagram, you’re hot af. I love you, peanut. 

@crappy-camel @theassetseyeliner @barnescrazy Ah yes. The Children™. You guys will send me to an early grave, I swear. Macy you’re literally insane, I am worried about your health tbh but you’re also a huge fucking softie and I wish you the best. Erin any time I see your photos I can’t help but think “how the fuck is this girl so trendy? I looked like trash when I was her age” because oh boy was that a look. Good old suppressed emo teens. And Vena you Canadian blessing. You’re freaking gorgeous but fuck you and your Twizzlers, eh? Ngl though I’m considering marrying you for that nationality ya dig?

@valhalla-ally Ally! I fucking love ya! I don’t remember how we started speaking but holy fuck, you quite literally changed my life (woo uni) and I never really thanked you for that. You’re such a hard worker and quite honestly, watching your reactions to that Loki fic was one of the highlights of my year. You’re such a kind-hearted person and you go out of your way to make sure I’m okay and help i any way you can. I love you, woman, you deserve so much more recognition. 

@meleedamage We haven’t talked much in terms of messages and shit but holy fuck, your posts have made me inappropriately laugh in public too many times. Any time I see you reblogging something from me, I prepare myself because I know it’ll be absurd, filthy and punny and I will probably have to stifle a laugh. You’ve made my dash immensely better and I wanted to thank you for making me laugh.. and yelling at me to reblog my drawing more lmao.

@soldatbarnes I’ve been such a shitty mutual when it comes to fics this year and I’m sorry but I’ll have you know, I have pretty much all of your fics saved on my tbr list because you’re insanely talented. And fucking gorgeous! I love seeing you on my dashboard and when we’ve spoken, you’ve always been such a sweetheart. Thank you for letting me ramble and forgiving me for being such a shitty reader. 

There are so many more people who’ve made my time on tumblr that much better but my laptop is about to die and I can only handle so much softness. This is unnatural. I feel weird. But to everyone I’ve spoken to this year or has made me laugh when scrolling, thank you. You make tumblr what it is and I probably would have gotten bored and left long ago if it wasn’t for you guys.

[shrimpyboke]

a;skdjfa;kwje;kfja @kuroushi, happy birthday!!! It’s a little early cause time zones, I know, but I wanted to wish you a happy day (and every day), and I don’t think I ever told you, but you were the first friend I made on this hellsite, so thank you for making me feel welcome and for your support and advice whenever I felt lost/down. I know how much you would love for OiKuro to meet, so I hope you enjoy this short fic I wrote for you! 

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"Have everything?" his mother asked, searching the back of the car for probably the sixth time already. Oikawa felt his frown deepen as his eyes deadpanned. His grip on the box tightened, bouncing it once to gain a better hold, and he shifted his body to minimize the soreness he knew would come later. The tapping from his foot increased in speed.

"Yes, ma. I have everything. If not, we can always come back down to get it," he sighed. The box really was getting heavy. His mother hummed, and he could see her lean out before changing her mind and ducking her head into the back seat again.

"Ma!" he snapped, though the effect was betrayed by the fond exasperation that laced his tone. Turning his head, he met his father's eyes, and the older man shrugged, impressive for someone who was balancing three boxes in his arms.

"All right, all right," she muttered, defeated, and though he couldn't see her, he could imagine her eyes sweeping the car floor for anything that might have slipped out of the tightly packaged boxes. Finally, she emerged from the car, her head barely missing the hood as she stepped into the sunlight.

He watched as she swooped down to grab at the last box, slightly turning her head towards the vehicle again. Then she visibly steeled herself, turning only to kick the door shut, and when she turned back to face the pair, she was only left with her husband. She gave him a questioning look, and he only nodded his head towards the stairs as his answer. Barely catching a glimpse of the flash of white and mint green, she shook her head and clicked her tongue, "That boy..."

Oikawa was already antsy enough waiting for his mother to finish her inspection. He'd seen the layout of his dorm room, and unfortunately, because it wasn't a corner room, he and his new roommate would only have one window. And he desperately wanted the bed next to that window.

Fumbling the box in his hands, he shifted it over under his arm and against his hips, hoping desperately that it wouldn't slip from his grip. He dug into his pocket, fingers searching until they felt the unfamiliar warmth of metal, and pulled out the key. With a jolt, he secured the box against his side and stuck the key into the lock. When it didn't give a telltale click, he jiggled the knob.

"It's open!"

Oh. Fuck. Please, please, plea—

He finally managed to swing open the door. The first thing he noticed was the head of spiky, messy hair that sat atop a face of pure mischief. The second thing he noticed was the young man that laid next to him, a shock of white and black hair hanging off the edge of the bed. The last thing he noticed was that they both occupied the bed next to the window.

Internally, he made an odd choking noise, heart sinking as he shifted the box back so that it sat in the palm of both hands. Both students turned to look at him curiously. Ok, maybe it wasn't as internal as he thought.

The one with the mess of black hair leapt from the bed and made his way over. He was tall—just a tad bit taller than Oikawa himself, and he suddenly felt conscious of his height. Instead, he plastered a smile on his face and said, "Hey, I'm Oikawa Tooru."

The other young man grinned, and even if it was good naturedly, it still looked as if he was ready to pull a snake out of his pocket and chuck it at him. His eyes slightly reminded him of a cat's as they searched him, and his entire demeanor screamed 'instinctive.'

"Kuroo Tetsurou," he introduced himself, and before Oikawa could say anything else, Kuroo plucked the box out of his hands and set it down on the desk next to the door. "Do you have anything you need help with?"

The young man lying on the bed rolled off and brushed down his shirt, "Yeah! We can help! I'm Bokuto Koutarou. I live next door and I'm his," he pointed at Kuroo, "friend."

Before he could respond, the door swung open behind him, and his parents came barreling in, multiple boxes in arms. His father stumbled slightly, the three boxes in his arms wobbling dangerously. Oikawa made to go help before it could all collapse, but Kuroo got there first, whisking the boxes out of his hands and stacking them neatly on top of the desk.

His father blinked in surprise, staring at Kuroo, who responded with a nod of his head in greeting. Bokuto moved forward to help his mother with the boxes.

"Are you his roommate?" his mother asked, rubbing her forearm where Oikawa could see the reddening marks on her fair skin. Bokuto laughed, the sound coming out loud and joyful, "No, I'm his roommate's friend. That's Kuroo, his roommate. Do you guys have anymore boxes? We can help out."

With their help, everything was moved in faster, and after thanking his roommates profusely, his parents had given Oikawa their last goodbyes. His mother had yanked him down to kiss him on the cheek and as he stood, red faced but happy, she grinned fondly.

"Don't forget to call," she said, pulling him in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around her small frame and inhaled the scent of her sweet shampoo. His father threw an arm around them both and muttered, "And come visit when you can, but school comes first."

"Volleyball?"

"School."

And then, they were gone. It was a little odd, being alone without his parents and Iwaizumi by his side—he felt a little lonely, and pushing the feeling to the back of his mind, he started unpacking, digging his clothes out of his bulging suitcase.

"Do you play?" Kuroo asked. Bokuto had long gone back to his room, moping about his dying phone. Oikawa turned towards the sound and followed Kuroo's gaze to the volleyball that sat atop his bed.

"Yeah, I've played since I was a kid."

"What position?"

He didn't pause from stuffing his clothes into the drawer, making sure to shove his winter clothes more deeply into the small space. Maybe it'd all fit? He hoped it'd all fit. The dorm wasn't very big, but he'd find a way to make it work.

"Setter." Then he couldn't help but add, "I've been a setter for almost my whole life."

Suddenly, their door slammed open, and the two roommates jumped, Oikawa dropping the coat that lay in his hands.

"I sensed volleyball talk!"

"KNOCK NEXT TIME, BO."

"...sorry."

--

It turned out, Kuroo had a personality that matched his troublemaking grin and narrowed, scheming eyes. Though he was still respectful of Oikawa's space, his words were laced with underlined teasing that were meant to bait his roommate. And god forbid, Oikawa fell for them all, and he responded with equally barbed jabs (that may or may not have been fueled by his saltiness at not getting the bed he wanted.)

--

"Are those alien faces?"

"Yes, and?"

"Looks just like you."

--

"Really, Kuroo, cats? They're printed all over your pants."

"Gotta enjoy the finer things in life, my friend."

"Cats."

"I repeat, finer things."

--

"You look like crap."

"Wow, Oikawa, I didn't notice. How do you even look relatively ok at seven thirty in the morning?"

"Beauty is pain."

"Yeah, a pain in the ass."

"Like you."

--

"Why do you have so many cat things?"

"Why do you have so much alien shit?"

"...touché."

--

"Do you even own a cat?"

"I dunno, do you keep an old, wrinkly extraterrestrial being hidden in our room?"

"That would be you."

"Harsh, my friend. Harsh."

--

"He's something else, Iwa-chan," Oikawa sighed, leaning back until his head hit the wall. Kuroo was gone—either holed up in the library or up to some sort of weird ploy with Bokuto.

"Maybe it's cause you bait him with your shitty personality." Iwaizumi's voice crackled over the line, the static interfering with the nostalgia that would soon come into play. Oikawa was used to having conversations over the phone with his best friend, but that was usually at night when he knew Iwaizumi was right next door. Now, it felt odd—a little empty, if he were being honest—to be speaking to him when they were hundreds of kilometers apart.

"I don't start anything! You should meet him—you'd probably say he has a shittier personality," he huffed, resisting the urge to cross his arms indignantly. There was a puff of air against the speaker, and Oikawa could practically see the grin and quiet laugh that he missed so much in his head.

"It's hard to beat your crappiness—"

"Iwa-cha—!"

"—but, give him a chance. It's only been a few days." The words were said with a gentle firmness that quickly shut him up. It brought a pang of homesickness that throbbed in his chest, and he sighed into the phone for the nth time.

"I guess," he paused with resignation. "Since when have you gotten so sentimental? It doesn't fit you, you brute."

"Shittykawa, I swear to go—"

--

The first few days of practice rolled around smoothly, and, on the first day, Oikawa wasn't sure why he was so surprised to see Kuroo stretching in the corner of the gym with Bokuto talking his ear off as he literally vibrated from excitement. When their eyes had met, Kuroo had sent him a wide grin under baggy eyes, and for a moment, he was thankful that he wasn't the only one who was filled with nerves.

Their upperclassmen were intimidating. Though Oikawa was taller than a few of them, the entire team gave off an aura of intensity and critique that he hadn't felt since he'd first entered high school. And when he announced that he was a setter, he didn't fail to notice the change in expression in one of the taller players, his eyebrows rising in interest along with a sneer that stretched across his face.

--

His first serve was almost there, hitting just out of bounds, and he cursed, mumbling under his breath at how the trajectory was just a little off. Turning to face the coach, he noticed the same player smirk, nudging one of the others with a critical expression lining his face. It sent a feeling of inferiority sliding down his throat, thick and unpleasant like sludge.

Coach motioned for him to go again, waving his hands in a circular motion as a way of saying 'go on.'  He nodded in response and Kuroo tossed him a ball. The familiar leather hit the palm of his hands, and he inhaled deeply, the scent of air salonpas and sweat intermingling to create a familiar recollection of all the nights he spent perfecting his serve.

Taking a slow step forward, then another, he started at a run, bending his knees and leaping into the air. This part always left him breathless, and he could see the entire court in his vision. The situation was in his hands, in his control, and as the ball left his fingertips, he swung with his other arm. The leather colliding with flesh made a sharp sound that echoed through the gym, followed by the slam of the ball as it rocketed to the ground with immense speed and precision.

The satisfaction was short-lived, as when he landed, it sent a spark of pain shooting from his right knee. The shock and pain caused him to stumble forward, and he pushed himself to fall on his other knee, ears ringing and sweat beading down his temple. Gritting his teeth was the only way to keep from making a sound, and he struggled to keep his labored breathing under control.

Suddenly, a shadow cast itself over his crouched form, and he glanced up. Kuroo bent down, eyebrows furrowed, frown deepening with every new detail he took in, and he gripped Oikawa's arm.

"Can you get up?" he asked, voice low. With that, everything seemed to shatter, and he could hear the murmuring that surrounded them. He nodded, stumbling slightly when he attempted to lift himself, and Kuroo wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him.

"Fucking hell," he hissed. Kuroo didn't say a word, choosing to lead him to the bench. He murmured his thanks when he slumped down on the cold metal, and the murmuring around them faltered to staring.

"He doesn't look fit to play." The words rang, loud as it echoed throughout the gym. Though the situation was true for the moment, the implications were clear, and Oikawa's gaze drifted to the same player before, whose arms were crossed against his chest, dark eyes piercing as they bore down on Oikawa's injured form.

The shame from his weakened state left no words in his mouth, and he looked away, swallowing heavily as he pretended not to hear. He couldn't believe it was happening again—maybe he had overworked himself again. But if he didn't, then he'd never make it any higher than he had now. He'd be stuck flying at the same altitude, wings heavy and burdened as they gave into the obstacles that lined his path. He'd never be able to one day face Ushiwaka on the court, never be able to face Tobio-chan again. He had to work harder, push himself further, make sure he—

"That's not very teammate like, is it?" The sentence came out as a drawl, the question ending in a lilt. Underneath, his words, though always teasing, had never held this much malice. Oikawa looked up to see Kuroo directing his gaze lazily at the player, arms crossed.

His stance was casual, knee bent, head cocked, as he bore his gaze into the other player. The smile that curled on his face was one of forced politeness, and Oikawa could make out the twitching muscle in his jaw. Everything about him was tensed, from the fingers that curled on his upper arm to the intensity in his glare.

And in that moment, Oikawa understood.

Could see the lithe power that made to readily strike when provoked. Could comprehend that this was the true captain of Nekoma that Kuroo had mentioned his position to be once before. Could no longer doubt the grace and threat that sat in the shoulders of Kuroo Tetsurou.

"Not very team-like at all," Bokuto chimed in, and all eyes fixated on him. It was much easier to read his expression, his brows furrowed and frown deepened, the look of confused displeasure marring his face. His large, owl-like eyes followed the other player's movements, and he gripped the volleyball tightly in his hands.

The silence and tension was palpable with the older team member refusing to back down. Kuroo's smile had slipped from his face, and he was now openly glaring at him, eyes dangerously alit with barely concealed fire.

"Everyone, back to serving. Yamada, that's not how you talk to a new teammate, especially towards another setter. And Oikawa, I've heard and seen much about you, so go get that knee checked out and make sure you're in the gym again tomorrow morning," coach interrupted, his voice loud and commanding, and the tension broke. Yamada sent a scathing glare at the injured setter and turned away, now focused on his drills.

"You all right?" The question was quiet, and Oikawa jolted, tilting his head up at Kuroo, who was watching him with concern.

"Yeah," he said, rubbing at the knee, "thanks—a lot—I mean it."

A slow grin spread across Kuroo's face, and he huffed a laugh.

"That's what old, wrinkly extraterrestrial friends are for."

--

The next week found Oikawa curled up on his bed, a book cradled in his lap as he flipped through the pages. The boredom was unreal, and Mondays always meant no volleyball. It was a strict regime of his, and he briefly debated breaking it.

Deciding it wouldn't be a good idea for his knee, he exhaled with a puff of air and threw the book from his lap. It flopped on the bed, bouncing once before landing face down on his rumpled sheets. He stretched his arms up, feeling his bones pop with satisfaction.

Mid-yawn, the door slammed open, causing him to choke, and Kuroo and Bokuto came tumbling in, laughter loud and boisterous as always. They greeted Oikawa loudly, Bokuto's voice quickly overcoming Kuroo's and his friend had to shush him.

"We have neighbors!" Kuroo hissed.

"But I'm your neighbor," Bokuto hissed back.

They glanced at each other, and then burst into uncontrollable laughter. Idiots, the both of them.

The two dropped their backpacks on the floor and made their way to the door. This time, however, Kuroo stopped, a hand holding the edge to keep it open.

"Hey, you're welcome to join us if you want. We're going for food," he offered.

Oikawa glanced down at the book again and then back at Kuroo. Pursing his lips in thought, he pretended to think for a moment. Then he shrugged and swung his legs over the edge.

"Why not?"

"You sure you're ok being seen with aliens?"

"I'm sure I'd fit in."

"I'm sure you would."

[whentvsfly]

u should answer all 20 of the mob psycho ask meme things jsust DO it u peice of fuck....

Fuck you, I will.

1: What is a scene that really got to you?In the anime, probably either the flashback to when Mob went ???% when he was young (I love the Angst™), or when Mob nearly goes 100% murderous intent and then instead goes like, 1000% gratitude. In the manga, the entirety of the fuckin Mogami arc (the part with the cat like Holy Shit) nearly made me cry, and I barely cry at things anymore. So like. That.

2: Who’s your favorite character out of the cast?I….love so many……..They’re all so good. All the esper kids are Good, Reigen is a good man, the Body Improvement Club members….Tome and Mezato…..fuck, even Dimple. I can’t choose…

3: Who’s your favorite esper kid?Mob, Ritsu, Teru, and Shou are all my sons thank you very much. I can’t decide between them. Mob is a Good Boy™ who needs a fucking break holy shit. Ritsu is a little shitsu but he cares a lot about his bro and I cry and he’s good too. Teru is also a shitty boy and also he wants to do good and I cry for him (I’m his parent now cause idk wtf his actual parents are, ONE plz explain). And Shou is a good but destructive boy who deserves better. 

4: Who’s your favorite ship(s)?I….really like Ritsu and Shou, and was kinda indifferent to anything else, until @pundeserving​ (and fanfics) ((thanks u fuck)) showed me the beauty of Teruki and Mob. Also???? I kinda like Tome and Mezato?????? They could like find aliens and report it to the news and honestly they’d be a power couple.

5: What battle shook you most?Uhm. The one at the end of the World Domination arc. So many emotions…..

6: What friendship do you find the cutest?Literally any with Mob. He’s such a good boy.

7: What’s the most hilarious moment to you?gotTA PUMP SOME IRONsorry duDE TOUGH BREAKwoAH ITS HEAVY okletsgo(pff other than so many lines from the dub, uh, I’m not too sure. Right now I can only think of how funny the whole situation with that Shirt™ in the Divine Tree arc is, and like the school festival in which for like a panel Ritsu is forced to dress like a maid and Shou is there. NO WAIT. I KNOW. Justifiable Self Defense. We’re not too sure it’s justifiable, but he’s yelling it anyways. also: OOHHH. HE FUCKING APPEARED! There’s probably others. I can’t remember them rn. OH well, guess I better reread the manga…..).

8: Favorite and least favorite arc?hmmmmm….The angst pit inside of me wants to say my fave is the Mogami arc, because of how fucking sad it could be (or the way it can spawn fics about it like nobody’s business) but honestly I don’t really have any favorites or least favorites. They all have their pros and their cons, but they’re all really good. 

9: Which antagonist could you never forgive?Mogami. Hands down. 

10: Do you have any OC’s?Nope. But there is an oc I saw once on this hellsite which was a cat named Milk that Mob owns and I fully support that hah.

11: Did you watch the anime or read the manga first?Anime. Subbed. Then went for the manga, then to the dub hah.

12: Would you visit Spirits and Such Consultation Office (if you didn’t know any better)?Hm. I dunno. Probably would be too lazy to seek out help if I thought a spirit would be on me or smth, or haunting a place. Maybe if it was Real Bad.

13: Are there any specific MP 100 artists/writers you admire?Uhm. Idk, I tend to not actually look at who is the OP on an art post or who writes a fic. I’ll edit this if I find out some good ones (there’s one artist I’m thinking of on here and they do real good arts, they do comics based on fics (one was on this court thing where Mob was dead by Teruki’s hand b/c the choking thing, the other was on an au fic where Mob was kidnappeped and Reigen ended up rescuing him and they hadn’t met before that idk I have yet to read it myself) and there’s a fic on ao3 that I am always waiting for the next installment, even if it’s been 20 seconds since I read the last chapter. That story’s linked below, and you can see other authors I’ve linked too).

14: Are there any MP 100 fanfics you HAVE to rec?(this answer is So Long I am So Sorry I just have A Lot Of Love)Ohhhh boy. You’ve done it now. You’ve awakened the Beast™. Fanfics are my forte. I’ve gone through all of them on ao3. Don’t fuckin test me on this.Ok so first off, if you want all the stories I’ve gathered off of ao3 (My picking process: Ignoring all stories with incest or an adult x a kid (or ships I don’t particularly care for), is the fic well written with a good plot? then onto the list it goes. Or if its bad enough to be good. That too.) you can just ask me for the fics and I can either share the googledoc with you or send you the links in another way.Some of my favorites from the list, tho, are as follows (in order of which I read them):Color in a Monochrome Worldby Sifl is a really good introspective series on many different characters, set after the World Domination arc. Sifl also wrote a companion piece, Vertigo.Extracurricular Education is a series by entrenched about Shigeo and his growth as he works for Reigen. It’s real cute, they’re good bros, I love it. A few stories takes place after the Mogami arc and reference it.Turning Slowly by sorrow_key is a fic about how Shigeo knows what unrequited love feels like b/c of Tsubomi, so he can see through Teruki really easily. He feels like a liar pretending to not notice. (eventually becomes TeruMob), My notes say if you’re in the divine tree arc, then you’ll get any references made in the fic. Can’t remember what’s said, but it must reference something in that arc for me to have wrote that.One Step Forward, Two Steps Back by fireflysummers_ao3 is a fic in which Teru feels terrible after the Divine Tree arc (this was made before 97.uh. the chapter that came out this last Thursday, the 5th of Jan, so it may not be as accurate as it could be) and Shigeo just wants to be friends and help him out. After Divine Tree arc.Temporary Accommodations by Originia is an interesting fic where, through shenanigans, Shigeo’s body is kidnapped without his like, spirit thingy in it (using the strategy from the Mogami arc) and Reigen tries to rescue Shigeo (which Dimple is possessing in Mob’s absence). I fucking love Ritsu in this story holy shit.The Adventure of the Red Shoes by dyingplatypus. Ho. Ly. Fuck. If you only read one story, read this one. It’s funny, it’s quirky, it’s in character. It’s solving a paranormal case about haunted shoes, and Reigen being cursed. It feels like it could be an actual happening in the anime or something. Seriously. Read this one. It has a little reference to the World Domination arc cause Serizawa is in there but like. You could proooobably read it without reading the manga.He Just Likes Dogs by reiqenarataka nearly made me fucking cry in a dentists office. It’s about Reigen and dogs, what more could you want?Signed, Sealed, Delivered by entrenchedis a series centered around Teruki and his crush on Shigeo, even as Shigeo crushes on Tsubomi. He would rather never tell Mob and continue being friends, over risking their friendship by confessing.do make tomorrow a sunny day by dyingplatypus is a series based off an au I mention in the next question. The AU is one in which Shigeo is taken by Claw at a young age, and thus works for them currently. Ritsu grew up without a brother, only knowing he had a brother at some point who presumably died. Both Shou and Shigeo are a part of Claw and work for it, and things Shigeo took care of during the normal universe didnt happen. (LOL) is a growing and powerful cult, Teru still wants to fight people. There’s many different perspectives in the series and they all add up to a unique experience (I’m still real fuckin amused by what Teru thinks of Shigeo in the first chapter of his POV fic)tomorrow isn’t always another day by suitablyskippy is another good fic on par with The Adventure of the Red Shoes. It’s also quirky, funny, in character, and shows Shigeo and Reigen solving cases. Of a haunted copy machine. Which Mob is preeeetty sure they solved yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that….Three by Ravenesta is an outsider POV story from a teacher’s perspective, on Shigeo Kageyama and his mysterious third emergency contact, Reigen Arataka. It’s pretty cool, and shows some good shit. Return. Continue. by UncannyCookie. A series. Takes place after Mogami arc, Shigeo isn’t doing too well, hands feeling too itchy and wrong after he was driven to choking someone in that unreal world. It’s bad. He’s fine. Teru tries his best to help. The second story, though, Teru is acting weird and Shigeo wants to help him but he swears he’s fine. (also has some of my fave tags: “Teru is not a natural blond, that’s the real drama here”). This is the fic I find myself waiting for updates with bated breath. It’s so good and interesting. Love that shit.

15: Do you have a favorite AU?I don’t know of too many aus, but most are real good. I like the art I see of the ageswap thing, where Mob is the adult and Reigen is the kid, although I don’t tend to read the fics about it. Idk why. But there are other good aus too, like any where Mob ends up being raised by Reigen. There’s an interesting one on ao3 I saw where Mob was taken by claw at a young age and now kinda like…works for them? Idk. It’s good though. 

16: What would be your first or basic psychic skill (telekinesis, pyrokinesis, hydrokinesis, ect)?Honestly telekinesis. I’d fuckin own that shit, being too lazy to get up and grab things myself. I’d probably be like, hah, my pop is on the table literally inches from my hand. If only I could just float it over to myself! And then it does and I’d be like Holy Shit. Also, using telekinesis on yourself (if it’s strong enough) allows you to basically fly? I’d train til it’s that level and then I would be the least athletic person in existence. 

17: Do you like milk?I really like strawberry milk. I only have normal milk if I dip a cookie in it. Sometimes chocolate is ok too. And I only really have whole milk cause it tastes the best.

18: What headcanons do you have for (character)?I mean u didn’t provide a character uhm. There’s so many. Me and @pundeserving​ have been talking and whenever I come up with some headcanon I tell her and she may or may not add it to her headcanon list. Usually she does. It’s very good and if you wanna hear some shit about a certian character feel free to ask abt them specifically.

19: Would you hone your basic psychic skill or try to learn different ones?Both? If possible? I’d like to get my telekineses to a point where I can move myself with little to no effort, but having basic version of other powers would also be nice (like psychokinesis to light a candle or warm up some cold soup or smth)

20: Would you try to use your psychic powers for personal gain or only if you had to?I mean, if it’s (like i mentioned above) heating up soup, that’s kinda personal gain hah no but seriously if it’d unfairly advantage me above other people (in a sport or something) or harm someone else, I wouldn’t do it. I’d use it for little things like retrieving something that’s out of reach or smth, or if worse comes to worse, to protect my friends or family,  if there are no other viable options.